#thankfully i managed to remember to post this before going to bed

[daily-wobbledogs]

DAY 4 - Stringlight

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[tinyluvs]

⁺‧₊˚ back massage 𖤐 aether&mountain ˚₊‧⁺

❥ summary; remember this post and how i talked about aether giving mount a back massage? well i expanded on that, enjoy ❥ warnings; a slight misuse of quint, unprofessional!aether but this is all consensual, don’t worry. mount gets a back massage & his ass fucked, good for him. i still don’t know how to tag lol ❥ authors note; got asked to elaborate, i did, everyone cheers ❥ wc; 1.8k ₊˚⊹♡⁺‧₊˚𖤐 read on ao3; ˗ˏˋ ꒰꒰ here !! ꒱꒱ ˎˊ˗ 𖤐˚₊.⋆ ˚｡⋆୨୧˚

aether looks up from his book when rain pokes his head into his room, “hey, mountain asked if you could go to his room to do the thing, he said you’d know what that means,” rain informs him, tapping his fingers against aether’s door frame

“yeah, i know what that means,” aether smiles, snaps his book shut and stands, leaving everything as is to go to mountain, “thanks rain,” aether hums, pressing a kiss to the water ghouls temple before making his way down the hallway

mountain’s door is cracked open an inch so he doesn’t knock when he gets there, just pushes into the room quietly. mountains room is in darkness, his curtains drawn, the only light coming from his little leaf shaped string lights hung around his shelves

the earth ghoul sits on the edge of his bed, looking utterly broken, his hand drifting up and down his lower back, “aether,” he whines, looking up as aether shuts his door and moves closer

“what did you do this time?” aether asks him, kneeling down in front of him, his hands rubbing gently over mountain’s thighs, thumbs pressing in small circles.

mountain huffs, “nothing,”

this is a lie but he isn’t about to admit he had once again tried to move four huge bags of soil at once and something had popped painfully in his lower back. aether chuckles lightly, he knows what has happened but he won’t tease mountain about it, not right now anyway

aether kisses mountains forehead and then his lips, “let’s get you comfortable then,” he hums, fingers dancing up underneath the hem of mountains top, pulling it up, up and off. he stands back to his full height, folding mountains shirt as he goes, “need any help?”

mountain shakes his head as he gently repositions himself, shuffling on his ass backwards across his bed, “uhm, actually, could you do the pillows please?” he asks, his fingers still pressing gently into his spine

“of course,” aether smiles softly and reaches over, grabbing at mountains pillows. the earth ghoul watches as aether fluffs his pillows and arranges them in a sort of nest, he’s done this enough times to know exactly where to put them

once he’s done he steps back, gesturing lightly to the space between the pillows, a perfect sized space for mountain’s body. mountain moves, only wincing once as he manages to roll onto his front, tucking his arms underneath his pillow, his cheek nuzzling against soft fabric

as his back stretches and settles he gasps, his body panic tensing and then untensing, “aether, fix it,” he whines into his pillow, peeking through one eye at aether, who is still stood just next to his bed

kneeling gently on his bed, aether moves slowly, carefully, as to not jerk mountains back at all as he straddles and settles over mountain’s ass, holding most of his weight in his knees. he’s a big ghoul and on any normal day, mountain could take his weight but not right now, thankfully aether won’t take it personally

gently, aether brushes his fingers up mountain’s spine, stopping at the base of his neck to drift back down, circling around what appears to be the problem area, mountain tensing ever so slightly as aether touches it

“here?” aether whispers even though he already knows, quintessence already bleeding into his fingertips, hovering just over mountains bare skin. mountains tail swishes gently in front of aether before wrapping around his wrist, tugging lightly to press aethers fingers to his back

mountains tail unwinds from his wrist, batting around aimlessly until it finds aether’s side, circling around his waist instead, “please,” he whispers, maybe a little pathetically but aether can’t see the way his cheeks heat against his pillow so it’s fine

aether starts slow, pressing his thumbs either side of mountain’s spine, pausing for a second when the earth ghoul gasps at his touch. he continues slowly, quintessence flowing from him to mountain, soothing the ache almost immediately

he rubs gentle circles in the little arch at the base of mountain’s back, pressing in just so, managing to drag a quiet, “fuck aeth,” from mountain, one of his hands sliding out from underneath his pillow, fisting lightly at his sheets instead

working up his back, aether doesn’t miss an inch of skin. brushing his fingers everywhere he can touch, his thumbs tracing underneath mountain’s shoulder blades, sliding in soft lines back and forth until mountain is visibly softening underneath him

“feels s’good,” mountain hums, quintessence flowing nicely through his body, making him perfectly pliant and soft, just how aether wants him, “don’t stop, please don’t stop,” he groans, his tail squeezing at aethers waist

“i’m not going to,” aether reassures, leaning forward slightly to press his thumbs up mountain’s spine, all the way from his coccyx, past the base of his tail and up to his neck, knots melting away in an instance, not standing a single chance against aether’s fingers

a never ending stream of moans and groans spill from mountain, soft whines and whimpers that catch in his throat but all of them go south to aether’s cock, a soft tent forming in the front of his pants as he fills out, only partially against his will

aether swallows thickly and pumps his quintessence, pushing it into his palms as well as his fingers, quickly flooding mountain’s veins with it. mountain whines softly as he feels it seeping into his limbs, his head, everywhere, all he can feel is aether and he wouldn't want it any other way

mountain’s body eventually goes lax, sinking into his mattress with a heavy sigh, his cheek squishing into his pillow, he’s not sure he could move even if he wanted to.

in the back of his mind mountain registers a shift in the scent of the room, aether’s obvious arousal being hard to ignore, even with enough quintessence to kill a human flowing through his body, but he’s too relaxed, too far gone to do a single thing about it

on the other hand, aether is starting to struggle. his cock pulses in his pants, a small damp spot soaking into the front as he leaks, his tip pulsing as it rubs sinfully against the too harsh fabric constricting him

in a moment of pure desperation aether takes a hand off of mountain’s back, moving to palm himself softly, rutting his hips forward to grind against his hand. he groans shakily, tilting his head back to stare at the ceiling

“aeth,” mountain slurs, whines, a delayed reaction to aether stopping his movements. if he could move he would peek over his shoulder, would see aether shamelessly touching himself inches away from his ass but he can’t move, can’t see a sight that would make his mouth water

“y-yeah, fuck, sorry,” aether pants, returning both hands to mountain’s back though his movements aren’t as smooth as before, the amount of pressure he’s applying is all wrong, “f-fuck mount, just let me, hold on,” he rambles

aether shuffles backwards, straddling the backs of mountain’s thighs. his fingers tease at the waistband of mountain’s pants, dipping underneath just enough to tug on them, pulling them halfway down his thighs

the soft swell of mountain’s ass makes aether’s cock throb and aether breaks, shoving his own pants down, tucking them underneath his heavy balls and out of his way. he rolls his hips forward, sliding the wet ruddy head of his cock against mountain’s ass

mountain groans and pushes his ass up, or at least he thinks he does, he’s not entirely sure but he doesn’t have to think on it for long before aether is using his thumbs to spread him apart, exposing his little pink hole

“fuck,” aether whispers, to no one but himself as he presses the pad of his thumb against mountain’s wet rim. a small wet slick sound as he dips in makes him moan, mountain’s hole already perfectly loose and soft with the over abundance of quintessence he’s been dealt with

leaning over himself, aether spits on to his own cock, jerking himself off once, twice and three times, in too much of a hurry to even attempt to ask mountain where his lube is hidden, instead he swipes his thumb over his tip, soaking every inch of his cock with spit and pre

underneath him mountain starts to get impatient, whining and whimpering, words having left him, over the lack of touch on his back, it being forgotten about while aether preps himself, something mountain still can’t move to see though the room around him fills with a wet sound he knows all too well

“uh huh, i’m coming back,” aether moans loudly and lines himself up, pressing the throbbing head of his cock against mountain’s winking hole. slowly and gently he presses in, stretching mountain’s rim just right around the widest part of his tip before pulling back

mountain’s hole clenches, kissing aether’s tip wetly while his slick mixes with the pre spurting from aether’s cock, pooling between them with nowhere to go. aether watches, sinking his fangs into his bottom lip to stifle a groan and holding his breath as he pushes forward, slowly splitting mountain open on his length

aether hangs his head and presses his hands into the mattress when he sinks, inch by inch, into mountain, stopping when he gets halfway there, needing time to adjust to the wet warm clutch of mountain’s ass, something he doesn’t think he will ever get used to, before continuing, hissing as his cock disappears into the earth ghoul

once he’s seated fully against mountain’s ass, both ghouls groan in sync, “lucifer below,” aether pants, leaning over mountains back to press his lips to his neck, causing mountain to tighten around him, wet and warm and just right

“hmmm,” mountain hums, drooling onto his pillows, his fingers twitching to pinch and pull at his sheets. he hums twice, in quick succession, something that sounds enough like aeth-er to get his attention

aether shushes him, lips still teasing at his pulse. his hands finally return to mountains back, fingertips tickling down his sides, “stay still f’me,” aether whispers, knowing mountain can’t move anyway, “i promise it’ll help,” he finishes, nipping at mountain’s skin

mountain manages to stay perfectly still while aether massages his back. he stays still as aether’s fat cock splits him open, sliding in and out of his wet hole. he shudders, only slightly, when aether spills thick and hot, flooding deep inside him with cum

but, mountain drools, wails and full body jerks when aether slides a hand between him and the mattress to wrap his fist around his painfully hard cock, jerking him off slightly too fast but mountain is too close to care, spilling over aethers fist way too fast.

thanks for reading! remember to like! reblog! & comment! i’ll give you a kiss if you do, mwah! send prompts to my ask box!

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[sanyu-thewitch05]

Yandere Bully x F! Reader

Forgot to post this to Tumblr, but this was requested by ElinaHiganbana on Wattpad.

Wanna buy me a kofi?: ☕

🎀🎀🎀🎀💖💖💖💖

TW: Noncon, dubcon, eating disorder, vomit, fatphobia, disturbing body descriptions, hair pulling, impregnation, degradation.

Today will be a good day. You won't feel like a piece of shit again. You can get through the day.

That's what you say to get through the day. It usually doesn't prove true, but you somehow manage to stay alive.

"Hey, Shamu! When is your fatass going to skip the gym again?" Kory, the boy responsible for your misery, yells, making his friends laugh.

You've been wearing your old clothes that are extremely baggy to cover up the sad state of your body. It feels weird having so much space between the clothing and your skin. Unfortunately, they don't help cover up the feeling of nausea. You run to the nearest bathroom and throw up stomach bile.

You can make it through the day. There are only eight more hours left.

You get up and walk to your first class, Calculus. By the time it's over, you barely remember what you learned. After moving through the rest of the day like a zombie, throwing up your lunch, you shuffle into the girl's changing room for the gym. You ignore the concerned and scared looks the other girls give you as you take off your shirt and pants. Admittedly, you know your body is a wreck. You can even see the veins that are supposed to be hidden by the skin on your arm. Unfortunately, your ass and chest have a bit more to go, but thankfully your boobs went from Gs to Cs. But it makes you feel good knowing Kory would have to create a new insult when you're nothing but skin and bone.

When you walk out of the changing room and go into the gym, your body bubbles with anticipation for Kory to see your body and think of something to say. You're perfect now. All of that fat has been shed to your liking. The gym is silent, and everyone is staring at you. You imagine spotlights pointing at you, and something deep inside you makes you walk with pride you shouldn't be feeling. Well, that is until you bump into your bully Kory. Your eyes meet his, and you swear you could see amazement flash between his brown eyes.

"Y/N, what happened to you?" Kory asks, his brown eyes looking all over your body.

"I don't know, but I don't feel hungry anymore," You reply, your cracked lips bleeding from just you smiling.

"Get away from me, you disgusting freak," Kory says, shoving you to the ground.

You fall and swear you could hear your heart shatter.

Why didn't he call you something else?

He didn't call you something else because you're so big and disgusting.

You're so disgusting, you attention whore.

Your eyes shift to the white ceiling, and suddenly, your vision gets enveloped in white. If this is what death feels like, it feels so warm and nice, like you're swaddled in the first blanket you ever touched as a baby.

~~~~~~~~~

When you wake up, you're underneath the covers of someone's bed sheets. They smell like men's body spray, B.O., and sex. You wanna throw up, but someone puts a hand over your mouth, stopping you.

"If you throw up on my bed, I swear I'm going to ruin your ass," Kory growls, glaring at you. "How long has it been since you ate a meal?"

You stay silent and look away, not wanting to spill your guts.

"Since you wanna try and play games with me, I'll just punish you until you answer me," Kory says, aggressively pulling your hair and forcing your head to go up. "How long has it been since you ate a meal?"

"Two weeks," You croak, earning a kiss on the neck from Kory.

"Good girl," Kory replies, letting go of your hair and pulling down his sweatpants. "I know it'll take time for you to eat full meals again, so why don't we start slow."

Before you even have a chance to say anything, his hand is grabbing your hair again and shoving his cock into your mouth. You choke on his length as he forces you to take all of it.

"Did you really think I was going to help your pathetic ass without me getting some pleasure from it?" Kory groans, thrusting his hips as you choke on his cock. "Jesus, you useless piece of bones, breathe through your nose."

You do as he says through the tears, hoping he takes mercy on you. He bobs your head more and more until your whimpers are taken over by the sounds of you sucking his cock.

"I'm going to cum in your mouth, and you're going to swallow it. Don't even attempt to make a run for the toilet to throw up, or else I'll fill up all of you with cum," Kory says, riding through his high as he presses your head harder to make sure you don't lift your head until he's done.

Kory cums into your mouth, and you feel it go straight to the back of your throat and to your stomach.

"Haha, great, now there's some calories in your stomach," Kory laughs, pushing you onto your back as he takes off your pants. "Now I get to eat you out."

You try to close your legs, but Kory forces them open.

"Just for that, I'm going to finger you instead," Kory says, getting up and holding one of your legs open.

With his other hand, he puts three fingers in and immediately fingers you with speed. You try not to let out any moans, but the minute Kory sticks his whole entire fist in, you lose it.

"Ah, fuck, Kory, faster!" You moan, making Kory laugh at you.

"Aw, is my Little Bunny not in control of her body? You wanted my attention so bad, didn't you?" Kory mocks, laughing at your hands, unbuttoning your shirt to get to your boobs.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You scream, making Kory laugh at you more. "Please, make me cum!"

Kory laughs and kisses you on the lips.

"Tell me when you're cumming, Bunny," Kory whispers in your ear, licking your neck.

"I'm going to cum, Kory! I'm going to cum right now!" You moan, wrapping your arms around Kory's bare back.

Kory takes his hand out of your pussy and flips you over.

"No!" You whine, missing the high you were feeling.

"Don't worry, Bunny. I told you I was going to help you," Kory says, grabbing your hair while his other hand is on your ass. "You're going to get big and pretty again just for me."

Kory starts thrusting into you while pulling your hair, and you eventually lose yourself.

"Harder! Harder, Kory!" You moan, making him chuckle.

Both of your bodies become sweaty, and the sound of skin slapping together becomes more frequent. Even the bed is shaking like there's an Earthquake happening.

"I'm about to cum, baby!" Kory yells, tightening his grip on your hair.

"AUGH! Me too!" You scream, a knot forming in your stomach.

Kory yanks your hair hard as he cums into your pussy. You cum onto his dick and scream as an orgasm ravages you. Kory lays on top of your chest and leaves a hickey on your neck.

"If you ever think about starving yourself or throwing up any food you eat ever again, I'll shove food down your throat myself. Only I get to degrade you, Bunny," Kory threatens, keeping a tight grip on your arm. "Now, relax, and I'll get you breakfast."

"How did I even get here?" You ask, rubbing Kory's head of straight black hair.

"You passed out, and I took you to my house since I wanted to talk with you privately," Kory answers, leaving a trail of kisses. "Any other questions, Bunny."

"Are you going to make me drop out of college?"

"Temporarily. You're too sick to be going in this state. Don't worry, I'll take care of you, Bunny."

[bad268]

Hey! thank you for replying to my idea. looking forward for the Kimi Antonelli stories in January!, maybe for the part two of "caught" kimi posts that photo on his instagram and everyone goes mental but they could see it coming. and maybe a lot of fluff and cuddles! thank you! love your work

Caught Pt. 2 (Andrea Kimi Antonelli X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 2/3

Requested: Clearly (I love this honestly)

Warnings: none.

Pronouns: You/your

W.C. 869

Summary: The aftermath of announcing your relationship.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

<-Part 1

~~(Both pics used are from Pinterest)

The Instagram DM from the fan had already arrived, and he wanted you to see the picture. “I think this is the perfect way to announce us.”

Unfortunately, he was not able to post it the next day. His media manager did not think it would be a good idea to post so soon after the end of the season, so they decided to push it back a few weeks. Thankfully, the fans were willing to not post the pictures until you two were ready. 

“Is it bad I want to keep those pictures for just us?” You asked one day while you two were lying in your apartment. The season was going to start up in a few weeks, and Kimi’s media manager said it would be the perfect time to announce the relationship in the run-up to the pre-season testing. You two were cuddling on your couch as a show played in the background as you scrolled through your phones. You were looking at the pictures that the fans sent you, and honestly, you didn’t want them out in the open. You turned your phone in his direction and it was set to the one where you were lying on the grass and Kimi was looking down at you. “This was our moment, and I don’t know if I want to share that with the world just yet.”

“I understand it, that does look a little much for what I’m comfortable sharing, too,” Kimi admitted. “We can talk with the team and see if they have any ideas to announce it unless you have any backup plans?”

“What if you post pictures that I’ve taken of you?” You offered, pulling up a few of your favorites that you’ve taken of Kimi. “We could do a funny caption that implies I’m your significant other.”

“I like it,” He laughed, opening Instagram.

~~

~~

The first race was something. The atmosphere was so much more lively than it was for FRECA. You didn’t know if it had anything to do with the recent announcement, but it seemed like there were more Kimi Antonelli fans than you remembered there being at the end of last season. Not that you were complaining! He was finally getting the recognition he deserved, but it felt like all of the attention was on you two as you walked into the paddock of Bahrain.

You walked through the gates hand in hand as fans stopped you every once in a while for pictures or autographs before you made it to the Prema garage.

“Be honest and I mean this in the nicest way possible,” you started as soon as you got into the safety and privacy of the driver’s room, “were there more fans or am I just crazy?”

“With more exposure comes more fans, I guess,” he laughed as he wrapped his arms around your waist. Immediately, his eyes turned soft as his arms moved down your arms instead to hold your hands. “You’re shaking, what’s going on?”

“I think this is just bigger than I thought it would be,” you whispered, taking a deep breath to try and steady your racing heart. You met his eyes and allowed a small smile across your face. “I should have seen it coming. Sure, F2 is one step below F1 and you’re in a front-runner team, but I didn’t expect this much attention.”

“Here, why don’t we do this,” he trailed off as he pulled you into the corner of the driver’s room where the message bed was set up. You looked at him skeptically at first, and when he noticed, he chuckled a little, “I’m not giving you a message, but lay down on your back.”

“I don’t see how this is gonna help,” you laughed as you got comfortable on your back. It did not take long for Kimi to climb on the bed on top of you, causing you to laugh more as he laid his head on your chest and wrapped his arms around your torso. “What are you doing?”

“I read somewhere that weighted blankets help with anxiety,” he started explaining as you ran your fingers through his curls, “We don’t have a weighted blanket, but I thought this would still work.”

“This works perfectly,” you whispered, placing a kiss on the crown of his head, “You’re adorable. What did I do to deserve you?”

“Exist,” he whispered back as you both relaxed in the calmness.

~~

“So this is where you guys have been hiding all day?” A voice came into the room after who knows how long, waking you both up.

“Oh, shut up, Ollie!” Kimi responded, recognizing who it was before you could.

“Why are we always getting caught in these kinds of situations?” You said to yourself in disbelief, causing Kimi to laugh.

“I don’t know, but I need to steal your boyfriend for a meeting,” Ollie laughed, grabbing Kimi’s arms and all but dragging him out of the room.

~~~~~

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[shegatsby]

Heyy,

Hope you are doing well! If you are still open for Hannibal requests, can I request an NBC Hannibal x reader (preferably female or undisclosed) one-shot or headcanons where the reader is a doctor?

Maybe they met at a mutual friend gathering or some sort of event, and there is a medical emergency, so the reader immediately jumps in to stabilise the situation. Such boldness gets Hannibal really interested in her.

~♡~

A/N: HI GUYS! I'm in my prime era. Not me posting everyday lol. Thank you guys so much for your support, love you all. xxx

After working for 18 hours shift Y/N couldn’t even remember how she managed to drive home and threw herself on the soft couch but she woke up on it, in her scrubs, her hair a mess and a dry mouth. She coughed really hard and slowly sat, her head in her palms. She loved her job, she loved helping people that’s why she choose to work in a State hospital instead of a private one. If she worked at a private one her life would be much easier, however she wanted to help people who didn’t have resources to get the treatments, medicine they desperately needed. Over time she got famous for providing medicine without asking any money, talking to other doctors to help patients etc.

She huffed as she stood up, thankfully today was hers and hers only, Y/N had her everything shower, hair masks, face masks, body scrubs, oils and everything. It took her at least 45 minutes but she enjoyed every second of it. Later, she had a late brunch which consisted of bacon and eggs, avocado paste on a warm bread and coffee. She watched her favorite show to laugh a bit. It was The Big Bang Theory. Her day was going great until she had a phone call from a dear friend, Jack Crawford.

The situation was urgent, she knew that the FBI was chasing a killer whose victims were young women in their 20s, Jack called her to tell her that the killer left a living victim behind in the forest, thankfully a woodworker had found her and called 911. Now the poor girl was being transported to the hospital and Jack asked if she could go and check up on her, he added;

 ‘’You’re the only doctor I trust.’’

She was on her couch, reading a classic when she had the call, it was Jack and she couldn’t say no to him so she immediately got dressed. She wore a black skirt, a white turtle neck, she quickly put on her make-up and left. ‘’I’ll only be there to check up on the patient and that’s it.’’ She said to herself as she was driving to the hospital, ‘’And then I’ll go back home.’’

She was greeted by Alana Bloom, Jack had introduced her to Alana and Will before, they became good friends over time but a tall man standing next to Alana was a stranger to her. ‘’Hello Doctor Y/L/N.’’ the man said, extending his hand, the first thing she noticed was how controlled he was. She shook his big hand, ‘’Hello, I’m sorry have we met before?’’ she had to ask, he smiled but it was a small one. ‘’I’m afraid not. I am Doctor Hannibal Lecter, a psychiatrist who helps your friend Jack Crawford.’’ She nodded, ‘’We’re on the same page then.’’

Together they rode the elevator to the floor where the alive victim being kept, the floor was completely empty, there were two guards at the door. As they entered Jack stood up to greet her, ‘’Thank you so much for coming Y/N.’’ he said, ‘’How could I refuse you Jack.’’ She said as they hugged. Her attention went to the girl laying on the bed, her skin pale as porcelain, her long black hair covering the white pillow like the pit of a dark well. She was sleeping, a weary expression on her pretty face, She had an IV bag on her right, as she observed she had no idea a certain maroon deducing her profoundly. ‘’Here.’’ Jack gave her the reports of the girl. ‘’I want you to be her doctor Y/N.’’

Y/N was shocked, ‘’What do you mean? You asked me to check her vitals and give her doctor my thoughts…’’

Jack seemed uncomfortable, ‘’Y/N, this girl was almost killed and the killer will learn soon enough that he couldn’t finish the job so he’ll most likely come after her.’’ He started explaining, ‘’I want you to be her doctor, when she is recovered physically Hannibal will take over, giving her sessions till she is fully stabilized and free of trauma.’’

Y/N knew Jack just wouldn’t ask her to check up on the patient, ‘’Here I am thinking I have the day off.’’ She rolled up her sleeves, ‘’Don’t worry, I’ll be her doctor and babysitter.’’

Jack knew she would understand, ‘’Thank you, I knew I could trust you. Hannibal also will keep you company just in case if she wakes up we need him to sooth her.’’ With that Y/N turned to face Doctor Lecter, his maroon eyes regarded her deeply, she only nodded. They all left leaving her with Hannibal.

She was reading the file Jack had left, every detail about the killings, the pictures and medical reports were there, ‘’He is active.’’ She found herself saying and then she looked up, ‘’Sorry, I’m just… criminals fascinate me.’’ And then she went back to the reports but Hannibal, turned to her on the arm chair, ‘’How come?’’ he asked casually but he was intrigued. She look up from the papers, ‘’I had criminal psychology lessons when I was studying and.. the way they think, behave, very interesting to study. What are your thoughts on our killer Doctor?’’ she asked, ‘’I am sure you have created a profile by now.’’

With this question Hannibal made his posture more dominant, ‘’Yes, I have.’’ And he began to explain, ‘’The killer has an obsession for beauty in women, he is going after them to cover up what he lacks.’’ It got her attention, ‘’Which is?’’ Hannibal noticed the shimmer in her eyes, ‘’Beauty. I believe he has a deformity, maybe on his face or his body I am not sure yet but once the FBI catches him we’ll have more information. If you want… I can arrange a prison meeting because I will be there frequently to guide the interviews.’’ His offer made her heart beat faster, she had always wanted something like this, ‘’I would love to Doctor, thank you.’’ And then Hannibal asked for her email and phone number which she gladly gave. In the mean time they started to hear beep sounds from the machines, Y/N bolted to her feet to rush, the girl was awake and having an attack, she checked her vitals, they were rising crazy and she pressed the red button to call a nurse, thankfully the nurse rushed in quickly, Y/N listed the injections she needed and the nurse with skill full hands had them ready, Hannibal was watching the scene from the corner, he didn’t want to intrude and let her do her job. She was so calm and determined that Hannibal found himself wanting to get to know her on a more personal level. She was knowledgeable and had a curious mind which was rare to find these days. Once the girl calmed down and her vitals were stable Hannibal watched her thank the nurse, he had never seen something like this before. The nurse smiled and nodded and left them alone.

‘’Miss Y/L/N, would you like to have dinner with me.. at my house?’’ he asked with a calm tone, his hands in his pockets. She smiled warmly, ‘’Sure.’’

Thank you for reading. :)

[avengeloki]

A Reason

Hozier x gn!reader

Your feelings began to overwhelm you again; thankfully, you’ve someone willing to help you through it.

word count: 998

A/N: First fic I've posted in years, and it's a one-shot. Feel free to jump me if it's not exactly great and has mistakes. This was written in two hours late at night....and has been requested to be posted here..yeah, you know who you guys are. I still kind of don't know how to manage this and set this up, so forgive me

tags: depression episodes, unhealthy coping mechanisms mentioned but not acted upon, hurt/comfort, the unstable line of healing

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“Show me

the most damaged parts of your soul,

and I will show you how it still shines like gold.’’

Your feelings were a fickle thing, never knowing when you might feel like this day might be your last, or when you might live to see the depths of the sea. You don’t feel entirely yourself in these moments, but you know this is who you truly are deep down - even if you think too fast for your own good. Without a distraction, everything's pulled apart altogether like a loose thread. You can’t catch the strings as they fall, having to resort to troubled habits to thread them all back together. To get a hold of yourself, like you always had to.

Never had you sat and thought that one single person could show you that it's okay, to make you feel like there was a reason to be here and feel. That it’s okay to feel so strongly, it was overwhelming. Bittersweet in its best way. He would sit there and help put it all back together for you, without a complaint. You couldn’t help feeling guilty and a bit skeptical, even. Did this have a debt? Or was he just the perfect one for you? Sometimes you couldn’t accept that someone would be so good to you, so loving.

Sometimes those threads would fall loose from time to time, and that's okay - it happens. “It’s all a part of healing; healing is never a straight line of success, love.” Andrew had told you once - actually, on multiple occasions. It was the reminder and reassurance you always needed in moments like these.

You had thought on multiple occasions about how he managed to uplift you like this, without fail. You’ve seen his wringing hands and how he slouched his shoulders to make himself feel smaller in crowded rooms, constantly stumbling over words. And he still looked at you like you were the only thing that mattered. You remembered the first time he had looked at you like that, it almost scared you away - how intensely he felt for you. But you remembered, you suffered from feeling so intensely as well. You were frightened because you hadn’t once been reciprocated with that all-consuming love before. And after all this time, he still looked at you like he was relearning every inch of you all over again.

You had hoped Andrew noticed how you looked at him, too.

“I’m here, love. It’s okay.”

You had awoken early in your shared bed with Andrew, feeling an overwhelming sense of emotions you couldn’t explain. You could only put your finger on the dreadful feeling of sadness as you tried to wipe the tears away. You felt bad for waking him; you had tried your best to be quiet. But with his arms sliding around your waist, pulling you closer against his chest as he whispered to you, it was apparent you had failed at being discreet. You felt safe against the warmth of Andrew’s body, the heat seeping into the suddenly freezing temperature of your skin. You had turned in his arms, immediately burrowing your face in his chest.

“I’m sorry.”

You had felt bad for the tears that wet Andrew’s shirt, for waking him. But he showed no signs of annoyance from what you could tell, refusing to look him in the face. “Why are you sorry? Don’t be.” Your heart ached at his words, feeling as if you should’ve been sorry. But Andrew always reassured you that you never had to apologize for your feelings, let alone the tears that stained his shirt. You wanted to tell him to go back to sleep, wanted to resort to picking up the strings on your own - but that's not how it was anymore, and you knew that. “What happened, love?” He leaned down and kissed the crown of your head, words muffled against your hair. Your chest tightened with another sob, because you didn’t honestly know what had happened, why you’re feeling like this.

“I don't — I don't know.” Andrew hummed in acknowledgment at the broken sob, his hand sliding up your back to begin to rub slow, comforting circles. “That’s okay, just breathe.” A beat of silence fell between you both, broken by the occasional, quiet sob from your lips. “I’ve got you, I won’t let you fall,” Andrew spoke again, pulling away only in an attempt to see your face. A face he had grown to associate with home.

His hand cupped the side of your face, the pad of his thumb finding its place below your ear. He wanted to see you, to make sure you knew he was here, truly. “I love you.” Andrew whispered in the small space between your faces, his gaze softening at the sight of your tear-streaked face. He hated seeing you like this, and he always aimed to make it better for you. You didn’t meet his eyes at first, feeling overwhelmingly vulnerable, knowing you’d see the sadness in his eyes. And you hated that you were the one who put it there, but you felt content at the fact that the emotion was based on pure love. He cared.

You cracked a smile as you looked up at him, meeting his gaze, unable to help it. He had always had that effect on you. Andrew returned the smile immediately, twice as wide. Always happy to see that he had made you feel better in some way.

You leaned in, brushing the tip of your nose with his as you let your eyes fall shut. Your breathing had calmed down by now, your eyelids heavy with the aftermath of intense emotions. Your mind focused on Andrew’s presence. And it was all you needed to realize that you had a reason, a grounding for when you thought you were falling flat. Someone who loved you.

You whispered back against his lips in a featherlight kiss, returning those three special words.

“I love you.”

[emeritusemeritus]

if you’re taking requests can you do fred x artist!reader maybe? it’s okay if not though! (:

Hi love! Let me start by saying I’m sorry that this completely took on a life of its own. I started writing and I couldn’t stop, too engrossed in the story. I wasn’t sure what kind of art you wanted to include so I made the reader a painter/ designer and an all round creative. I’ve sobbed writing this and I’ve even had to split it into two parts because I’ve fallen down a hole and written over 8 thousand words, not joking.

I hope you enjoy! I shall now go and rest 😂🖤

Part 2 will be posted HERE once it is uploaded.

Warnings: ANGST. Sadness, breakups, illusions to cheating, breakup references. Happy ending I promise! Talks of marriage, proposals, Hagrid and his creatures, Fang being the goodest boy. Lots of tears and sadness but it gets better! Not beta read nor spellchecked, apologies for any mistakes. Timeline is a little wonky (picturing it OOTP just before the twins departure but there’s no war/no Umbridge)

Word count: 4.9k [Part 1&2= 8.2k] 😬

The Artist and the Entrepreneur part 1

You walked into your dorm in an exhausted slump, trying desperately not to sigh too loudly of our sheer exhaustion in order to not wake your dorm mates. It was nearly 11:30pm by the time you had made it back to the dorms, having to wake and then calm down the fat lady who was not willing to listen to your explanation of why you were out so late. You needed to bathe and get to sleep, ready for classes the next morning but you could barely function, trying desperately to summon the energy to undress and make your way to the bathrooms. It was a necessary evil but it had to be done and so you dragged your near-lifeless body to the bathroom and began running a bath, which thankfully filled up quickly with almost perfect temperature water. You grimaced as you peeled the uniform away from your body, wincing at a particularly nasty wound on your right forearm which you would attempt to heal after you'd bathed. Your hands were covered in paint, mud and whatever else had made their way under your nails, arms littered with paint splatters and other vague marks.

Sinking down into the water, you forced yourself to stay awake feeling suddenly soothed by the warm water, both physically and mentally. It had been a hard couple of weeks, stretched beyond your means as your timetable suddenly doubled. You were tired, exhausted and still there was another week to go of this madness, but it would all worth it on the end.

You dried quickly, assisting yourself with a flick of your wand and dressed into your pyjamas, hardly managing to scoop up your dirty uniform on your way back to bed.

5am came much quicker than you'd have liked. It was almost as if you'd closed your eyes and opened them again only a minute later. You crawled out of bed trying again to stay silent and reached for the clean set of uniform and robes on the chair beside your bed, kicking the lump of dirty uniform under your bed to deal with later. You slipped into the bathrooms to dress so that you wouldn't wake anyone and slipped down to the common room, pray in that you didn't see anyone on the way. You cast a glance at the boys dormitory staircase and felt a stab of sorrow thinking of Fred and how you'd barely seen him in the past two weeks. You were often gone before breakfast and not back until well past curfew, not that either of the twins ever abided by the rules.

"Oh shush," you said to the fat lady who had begun her usual spiel of sounding the alarm due to you being out of bed out of hours, not listening nor remembering the speech you'd given everyday for the past two weeks as you attempted to sneak out. You couldn't afford to be discovered by the prefects nor any teachers roaming the corridors, as above board as your mission was- you couldn't risk Fred finding out what you were doing.

Sunlight shone through the windows as you made your way around the castle, holding back a shiver at the coldness of the castle in the late March morning, your robes doing very little to shield you from the chill. You crept out of the castle and marvelled at the beautiful first rays of daylight peaking through the trees of the forbidden forest. You looked ahead and saw that smoke was billowing from the chimney of Hagrid's hut, the only sign of life against the otherwise serene backdrop of the forbidden forest. You made your way slowly, enjoying the peaceful walk down to the hut, hoping that Hagrid had put the kettle on in anticipation of your arrival.

"Morning y/n!" Hagrid says with a wide smile, bustling around in the small hut, much too awake for this time in the morning. Fang in stark contrast lay slumped in his bed and half asleep, continuously disturbed by Hagrid's banging. A steaming cup of tea lay waiting for you on the table and you thank him graciously, taking a soothing sip of the hot liquid. You look at the clock on the wall beside the window as see that it's nearly half 5 now, the sun rising in the sky and greeting an almost ethereal light across the magnificent castle, a sight that still amazed you even seven years later.

"Beautiful isn't it?" Hagrid asks, noticing you gazing up at the castle and you share a smile for a moment, the tiredness having faded now thanks to the alarmingly strong cup of tea that you'd now become accustomed to.

"Ready to get to work now?" He asks, watching you drain the last of the tea from the large mug. You try to hide your disappointment from being dragged out once again to the edge of the forest, knowing that you'd signed up for this. You nod with a smile, navigating around the large table as you move towards to door behind Hagrid. You shoot a look towards Fang, wanting to give him a parting stroke but you notice quickly that he's fallen back to sleep and so you leave him alone to snooze, wishing that you could too.

It was nearly half 8 when you walked into the great hall, taking a brief detour to the bathrooms as you washed your hands and to hide any evidence of your morning. Your early start was already catching up to you and you hid a yawn behind the sleeve of your robe as you walked through the doors of the great hall. You checked your robe one last time for any signs of evidence but thankfully you were clear, noticing only a moment later when you took you'll place at the table that there was a great dollop of pint upon your shoe.

"Here she is," George says from across the table, nodding his head towards you as you climbed onto the bench beside Ron in the gap between him and Neville.

"Switch with Y/n Ronald," Fred says from beside him without a hint of a please. Knowing he won't get any manners out of his older brother, Ron complies and shifts up to allow you to sit beside your boyfriend.

"Thanks Ron," you say, trying to hold off the yawn that was threatening to break free at any moment.

"Morning beautiful, you're late," Fred says, his hand slipping across your back as you pour yourself a large glass of pumpkin juice. He frowns at the coldness of your robes beneath his fingers but doesn't say anything. "You overlay again?"

"Yeah," you lie, feeling immediately guilty about the fact. "Snape's set us a load of work, took me ages to figure it out last night. Didn't get a lot of sleep." As if to prove your point, the yawn you'd been suppressing finally escapes with so much force that it makes your eyes water.

You manage to force down some toast, staying quiet as the conversation continues around you. The first bell rings and you barely hold back a sigh, detesting the fact that you'd have to get up again.

"I can walk you to potions?" Fred says, holding his hand out to help you off the bench. You're quick to conceal the paint on your shoe and if he notices, he doesn't say anything.

"And have you late for charms again?" You counter, raising an eyebrow at your boyfriend who just shrugs completely unfazed.

"Haven't seen you much lately, thought you'd been avoiding me."

His words feel like a stab directly to your heart, knowing that you were guilty of avoiding him, though it wasn't in a negative way. Your craved the time with him, of mischief in the late hours and spontaneous moments in hidden corridors and empty classrooms.

"I promise I'm not," you say with a smile, trying to vanquish his idea completely as you lean up to press a kiss to his full lips. His arms immediately grab your waist as he pulls you in for a deeper kiss that borders on inappropriate but you relent, unable to resist after not seeing him properly for so long.

"So, potions?" Fred smirks, pulling away. You chuckle, placing your hands on his chest.

"For me? Yes. For you? No, get to charms," you order playfully, leaning up to give him one last peck on the lips before turning away. "See you at lunch!"

You can hear his boyish chuckle as you walk away down the corridor in the opposite direction of him, praying that he would be entirely too focused on the swishing of your behind and that the paint on your shoe would go entirely unseen.

By lunch you were completely exhausted, too tired to even notice the suspicious side-eyes from the identical twins as they watched you poke around at your food and down a second cup of very strong tea, having outwardly complained that the first one was too weak. Uncharacteristically for them, they said nothing and continued to chatter amongst themselves, keeping the conversation open for you though you didn't give much imput.

"Fancy the black lake tonight, after hours?" Fred whispers in your ear, knowing even without looking that a smirk would be tugging at his lips. You inwardly grimaced, cursing your ridiculous secret plan as you wished more than anything that you could join him. You were running out of excuses now, finding it hard to keep track with what you'd already lied about.

"I can't tonight, got an essay for snape in the morning I've still not finished," you say with a guilty expression, almost wincing as the words too-effortlessly tumble out of your mouth. "Friday night I promise?"

He seems put out almost instantly, never one to be able to conceal his emotions well. He looks frustrated, confused and rejected within seconds of each other and gives a halfhearted nod at your counter offer of Friday instead.

The bell rings signalling the end of lunch and you hope for a kiss before parting but lose all hope when you feel his lips briefly brush your hairline and he runs off to catch up with George and Angelina.

You avoided the common room after classes, choosing instead to sneak down to Hagrid's a little early, thankful for Thursday evening Quidditch practice which meant that you wouldn't cross paths with Fred.

"Y/n, I'm nipping out tomorrow on dumbledores orders, think you could nip down and check in everything while I'm gone?" Hagrid says as you out dutifully complete your given task, hoping to get it done quickly so you could try and salvage a bit of time tonight for Fred. His questions throws you off for long enough that you feel a hot gust of fire breezing past your right ear, followed by a burning sensation in the same spot. He's quick to act and gets you out of harms way before any more damage is done whilst you remain slightly frozen in both fear and contemplation. You knew you couldn't say no, in debt to his generosity and so you simply nodded, already dreading the implications of your acceptance.

It's late once again when you arrive at the common room, only half an hour til curfew, and despite your attempts at hiding your tiredness and attempting to appear happy and neutral, you can't help but feel the guilt swirling in your gut when you see Fred and George pedalling their products to the younger students with wide smiles on their faces and still dressed in their quidditch uniforms. You sneak up to Fred once he's done with a sale and slip behind him, placing your hand on his shoulder to alert him to your presence. 

Only, when he turns around his smile slowly fades upon realisation that it's you and your heart immediately begins to break, knowing that it was the other way round. He doesn't instantly reach out for you with his big grabby hands like usual nor does he attempt to kiss you. You try and salvage the situation, putting more effort in, trying to be as normal as possible but he seems to see right through the act.

"Wanna sneak out? I hear the black lake is beautiful this time of night." You say with a smirk, trying desperately to mask your tiredness and to hold it together. He doesn't jump at the chance as you hoped and instead casts a cursory glance to George before turning back to you.

"Can't tonight, got to restock the snack boxes with George," he says, briefly touching your hand before a third year calls his name, hand outstretched ready to buy one of his creations. Your stomach sinks, knowing that it's a lie and the irony of the situation only seems to hurt you more as you feel your eyes well up with fresh tears. You excuse yourself immediately, not even greeting your friends who you can tell are watching the tense exchange and you hope more than anything that no one follows you. You're completely depleted with exhaustion, running on hardly any sleep and completely overworked by your own doing. Suddenly the outcome didn't seem worth it and you regretted ever starting, finding your idea foolish.

You let your tears flow as you shower, passively washing away the fresh marks from the day off your arms, the clear gel and the colourful spatters draining away down the plug hole with your tears. You wince in pain when the water falls directly onto the freshly wounded skin behind your ear and your neck, execrating yourself for missing that spot despite Hagrid's warnings.

Too tired and upset to face going back down to the common room, you give up and reward yourself with an early night, though you feel anything but rewarded.

5am came around once more and more than ever you begrudgingly pulled yourself from the warm bed and slipped into the bathroom, the reminder of Fred's rejection playing on your mind from the second your eyes opened. Had you dreamt about it? Either way his reaction was firmly imprinted on your mind and you couldn't get away from how desperately painful it was to have him reject you like that. You slipped out of the common room on autopilot, closing the door with a little too much force already anticipating the fat lady's usual ranting and slumped off towards Hagrid's hut. The skies looked as sombre and sorrowful as you felt, covering the sky in a dull grey hue that seemed to dull the normally beautiful sunrise. You were quiet this morning, not rude or impolite but simply quiet as you worked alongside Hagrid, consumed by your foreboding thoughts knowing that you would still have to cancel Fred tonight, if he even cared anymore.

Once your morning jobs were complete, you decline any further invite to stay and decide instead to sneak back into the castle for breakfast, hoping you could join your friends and boyfriend like usual. Breakfast had only just begun when you walked into the great hall, having made your usual stop off at the girls bathrooms on the way and you're not surprised when the only person sat at the table is Hermione who's already got her head down in a book. She lifts her head up to greet you happily as you sit opposite her at the table, beginning to place her bookmark on the page she's on but you tell her not to, to enjoy the peace whilst she can. She shoots you a grateful smile and you sit enjoying your second cup of tea in peace, thankful you could make this happen today. You knew it was at the expense of your other jobs and you'd most certainly pay for it in the long run but having half of the morning to reset still felt good.

"Morning," Angelina says as a sits down at the table next to Hermione who this time only says a passive greeting, much too engrossed in her book. Angelina reached immediately for a glass of pumpkin juice before rubbing her eyes and yawning at the early hour.

"Not been sleeping well?" You ask with relative concern for your friend, watching her yawn for a second time within seconds. "Staying up late trying to find a loophole in quidditch rules again?" You joke with a smile, watching as she shoots you a mock glare even though it was most probably true, only to be interrupted by her third yawn.

"I wish! Still never finished reading that rule book," she snorts. "I know there's something there I've missed." She takes a sip of her pumpkin juice and you watch as she swallows down another yawn. "I was at the black lake with the twins last night, didn't get back til late."

It's amazing that you don't choke on your own pumpkin juice as the words glide out of her mouth, your stomach sinking like a stone at the implications. You knew Angelina and there was no malice nor hidden meaning behind her words but it still stings more than getting caught in the path of a Ukrainian Ironbelly. Fred had openly lied to you, had rejected you and had invited Angelina in your place. You're frozen in place by the revelation but Angelina doesn't notice, now heartily tucking into her breakfast, though you do notice hermione peeking over her book to look at you. Tears begin to prickle your eyes as the sinking feeling in your gut consumes you, your thoughts spiralling out of control. He didn't want you anymore, you'd pushed him too far to come back from, all with him in mind.

You barely noticed when Ron, Ginny and Harry appeared at the table but you noticed immediately when you heard two very familiar voices echoing as Fred and George walked into the great hall. You had to leave, you had to get out before then took their places. A part of you, wether it was self-punishment or morbid curiosity wanted to stay and see if Fred would chose to sit next to you, to see if he'd interact with you or be cold and distant but you couldn't do it, knowing that the latter would kill you. You stood up so quickly that you bumped your knee on the bottom of the table with a resounding thud that seemed to draw everyone's attention to you but you didn't stick around to shrivel under their curious gazes. There was no way you could avoid Fred now as he made his way to the table but you couldn't do anything about that. Placing your hand over your mouth, you feigned queasiness and ran out of the hall, straight past Fred and George.

Climbing up the spiralling staircase from potions, your stomach sank when you saw a familiar form resting against one of the pillars in the corridor, his shining red hair leaving no doubt as to who it was. You waited for your fellow classmates to disperse, signalling for Alicia to go ahead with the others, leaving you and Fred alone. You half hoped for the first time ever that you'd gotten the twins mixed up

And that it was actually George that was waiting for you but as you walked over with a faux smile on your face, there was no doubt in your mind that it was Fred.

"Hi," you said, sounding awkward even to your own ears. He gives you a look, apparently having noticed your unusually formal greeting too and reaches out for you as if nothing was wrong. His touch feels wrong, the lies feeling like an impenetrable barrier between you and you don't sink into his touch as you usually did, nor do you make any attempt to reach out for him in return.

"Still want to go to the black lake tonight?" He says, reaching out to play with a strand of your hair from the haphazardly thrown up ponytail. His words feel like a knife, like a taunt of what you missed out in last night. Did he know that you knew about his jaunts last night or was he planning on denying the entire thing and acting like nothing was wrong?

You couldn't bite your tongue any longer, the unyielding sleep deprivation affecting your ability to regulate your emotions and you pulled yourself back out of his reach with a venomous look in your eyes.

"Thought you'd have seen enough of it with Angelina last night,' you spit out, the quickly fading logical part of your brain hardly believing that you were having this conversation with Fred, the downfall of your relationship taking you completely by surprise as it's ungodly pace. He blanches, face flushing pale as his ears turn more and more pink upon hearing your words. His eyes widen momentarily and the sickness in your gut increases as you note how panicked he looks, your fears confirmed that he was intending on not telling you anything.

"Princess," he says, trying to bounce back from his momentary shock as he reaches out for you but you avoid his hand entirely, blocking him by slightly turning your body to the right, away from him.

"My name is y/n," you counter, uncaring for his term of endearment. His brown creases but in a flash it's gone, his gaze now focused on your ear. You watch as his eyes harden, no longer looking guilty as his eyes set into a hard stare that grazes across your face until he finally looks into your eyes, somehow in competition with you for how angry you can gaze at eachother.

"It's not my whereabouts that need questioning though is it?" He says through partially gritted teeth, unrelenting eyes staring into your soul.

"What are you talking about?" You counter, trying desperately to hold onto your anger but it's quickly draining from you under his suspicious scrutiny.

"Seems you forgot to hide that one," he spits, pointing to the mark behind your ear. Your gaze softens immediately as you realise what he's pointing to- the pink mark on your neck. In your haste to not set your hair on fire in potions, you'd quickly tied up your hair and had completely forgotten that the mark on your neck would now be visible.

"Fred," you say, the tables turning on you now as you cower under his powerful gaze.

"Thought it was odd that you kept disappearing," he says with a grumble, his voice sounding so cold and distant that you barely recognise it. "Who is he?"

"What?" You ask suddenly, quietly, completely floored by his accusation, your mouth agape as you look upon the heated gaze of your boyfriend, though you quickly realise it may be the last time you can call him that. Never had you thought that he would have accused you of cheating. Finding out your secret maybe but this? Never.

"You heard me, who is it? Bet it's Towler isn't it," he sneers, almost spitting as he says Kenneth Towler's name to taunt you. "Reckon he's long overdue for a second dose of bulbadox powder."

You're frozen in disbelief at the furthering accusations he's spouting, his mind already wandering back to Kenneth Towler who's skin had erupted into boils during your fifth year thanks to Fred putting Bulbadox powder in his pyjamas when he'd come on to you a bit too strongly during a mid-season Quidditch game. Fred had been so distracted upon seeing Towler attempt to drape his arm around you that it caused him to miss an oncoming bludger that caught the tail end of Wood's broom, throwing him off balance and equating in a deciding goal that had given Ravenclaw the lead, that then resulted in their victory over Gryffindor. Fred had been furious, not at you naturally but at Towler who he'd declared had lost them the whole game and had vowed a form of revenge by adding the bulbadox.

"It is isn't it?" He prods, taking your silence as confirmation.

"No!" You say with vengeance, wanting to shoot down that accusation straight away. "There's no one," you add. He huffs out a humourless laugh that makes your entire body fill with dread.

"Well someone's giving you those marks and it's certainly not me!" He argues, "haven't let me anywhere near you for weeks, which is funny because you're usually up for it whenever."

Your blood runs cold at his words and you resist the instinctual urge to slap him right across his stupid face. It's like the four years of your relationship have been nothing to him; pulled apart and mocked by one single comment that now made you question everything. Was that all it was to him? Were you just easy and available? You felt physically sick by the thought and you were certain that nothing had ever hurt you so deeply before. The boy you'd fallen so helplessly in love for, the one with the fire red hair and the cheeky grin that only ever seemed to have eyes for you had changed so quickly right before your eyes. The very boy that had supported all of your creative dreams, encouraging you to keep painting and keep creating even when you doubted yourself or lacked inspiration. Merlin, most of the time he was your inspiration.

You realise that there's nothing left to say, that any further attempt to defend yourself will only fall on deaf ears and by his last comment, you weren't sure it was worth trying to salvage the joke that had been your relationship. You thought of the secret you'd be hiding, of the real reason you had been sneaking away and lying to him, so far away from his assumption that it was almost laughable- but now completely void of any importance. There was no coming back from this. What you assumed to have been love for the past four years had completely disappeared from his eyes and you knew from this moment onwards that all you would ever see when he gazed upon you would be pure disdain.

It feels like every bone is breaking in your body simultaneously as you walk away, like your heart is directly under the cruciatus curse with the sheer volume of anguish within your body. You've never felt pain like it, completely unable to distinguish exactly where it hurts or why. You let vision is blurred and your body physically hurts, your ears ringing from the screams of pain that resonate around your head but are trapped inside your mind. You don't look at Fred, you can't, nor can you bear to listen for him calling out to you as you walk away, the last glimmer of hope gone. 

You consider returning to your dorm and locking yourself away for the foreseeable future, skipping all of your classes and sobbing until you can't anymore as you body screams for you to do but you can't. You can't let anyone see you like that, nor would you be able to answer anyone's questions or deal with their stares. And so, you run to the one place you knew you'd be safe.

Fang greets you enthusiastically the second you push through the door to the empty hut and collapse against the door with a roaring cry. The anguish in your cries is one that you'd never heard emitted from yourself or any other human and you no longer fight back the floods of tears that fall down your face like an unstoppable river that had broken the dam. Fang, sensing your distress, walks over to you and calmly sits beside you, placing his huge head in your lap as you cry. You hold on to the lovable boarhound like an oversized teddy bear as the tears flow, uncaring about the inevitable puddle of drool that he'll leave in your lap, the comfort of the sweet dog more needed than ever.

You don't know how long you sit there crying with your pal by your side for every moment but eventually the tears begin to slow, your breath finally evening out though your heart still pounds, much like your head. Fang lifts his head slightly, his big eyes peering into yours and you give him a thankful smile through the tears, even if he doesn't know exactly what you're trying to convey. He gives your arm a little nudge and in your near delusional state, you assume that it's a reply to your thankfulness. You chuckle, giving him a good scratch of appreciation on his wrinkled forehead at the absurdity of the situation, but you'd be forever thankful that of all things, Fang was the only one that had held you together in your darkest moment.

[billionstarsandhereweare]

Composed | Chp. 2 - Pants and Pad Thai (prev. chapter)

pairing: Matt Murdock x fem!Reader

summary: Insurance companies and dryers seem to be conspiring against you. Matt continues to be a gracious host.

word count: 3k

a/n: yay another chapter for you! also posted on AO3 :)

   You held your pose, smiling for the camera. Emerald green spread out before you, your pink and gold skirt a bright, cheery contrast to the lawn you sat on. You picked at the blades of grass absentmindedly as you waited for the man in front of you to finish fiddling with his lens cap. 

   “Alright sweets, all done. You ready to head inside?”

   You couldn’t remember how you got here. The man’s smile was warm and comforting though, so you ran to him, reaching your hands out as a joyful giggle escaped you. 

   “That’s my girl!”

   You squealed as the man lifted you from the ground, spinning you around him. After he gently set you down, he knelt down in front of you, his face obscured by some sort of strange fog. Blinking, you tried to focus, but the blurriness wouldn’t clear. 

   “Remember what I told you, sweets. Make sure you concentrate.”

   You reached your hand up to try and move his baseball cap, hoping it would clear the mist and reveal his features. As the tips of your fingers brushed the fabric of the rim, he turned to stone before crumbling into dust before you. 

   You awoke gasping, jolting upright. A dim, unfamiliar room spun around you, panic preventing you from catching your breath, acid in the back of your throat. You grasped the comforter below you, clenching and releasing to ground yourself in the feel of the fabric. Soft cotton. As you focused on the texture of the bedding, you managed to take in a breath through your nose, letting the scent of the room bring you further back into the present. Detergent, coffee, paper. Your eyes scanned the room to orient yourself with your surroundings. One metal dresser. One green backpack. Two maple bookshelves. Two black boots. Once your breathing had returned to some approximation of normal, you flopped back onto the mattress, hands rubbing your eyes. It had been a long time since one of your panic-dreams had made an appearance. Must have been the exhaustion , you thought, dragging yourself over to the edge of the bed to stand. As you stared at your feet, you pinched the bridge of your nose while you worked through your memories of the previous night. Right, I had a leak, there might be mold, I slept at Matt’s. You shuffled towards the door to the kitchen, light trickling in where it had been left ajar. 

   You weren’t sure of the time, but you thought it must have been at least mid-morning, given the angle of the sunbeams strewn across Matt’s living room. In the daylight, the space was light and airy, warm oak floorboards creaking under your feet as you made your way to the island. Scanning the room, you searched for a clock, but had no luck. Your phone was still on the counter where you left it, but when you tapped it, the screen was dark. Dead. Go figure. A small card resting next to it caught your attention. You picked it up, examining the thick cream cardstock before flipping it over to see a number messily scrawled on the back. Ah, business card for Matt’s firm. Probably his cell number. Should text him mine. That required a charged phone though, so it would have to wait. You ran your hands through your hair, frowning at the feeling of dried sweat and grease. Ugh. Shower first.

   After throwing the first of your laundry into the washing machine, you dragged your tired body into the shower. Under the hot rainfall of the shower head, your shoulders slowly started to relax, lowering from their previous place that was far too close to your ears. You took your time, lathering and scrubbing while the water helped ease some of the remaining tension from your body. Once finished, you pulled on a pair of boyshorts and a tank that were thankfully spared from the unwanted waterfall in your bathroom the night before. With your teeth brushed, hair combed, and laundry moved from the washer to the dryer, you headed back out to the living room, suddenly aware of rumbling in your stomach. Just as you convinced yourself Matt wouldn’t mind if you stole a piece of toast, you looked up from the bathroom doorway to see someone rustling around in the kitchen, making you jump. You let out a small yelp before you realized it was Matt. 

   “Way to scare a girl.”

   He raised a brow. “Last time I checked, my name was on the lease, so I’m pretty sure I’m allowed to come in.”

   You rolled your eyes in response, but before you could get a retort in, you noticed a mark above his right brow, blood slightly seeping out from a bandage trying to hold it closed. 

   “Good god, what happened?” you blurted out, quickly walking over to him to inspect. As you closed the distance between you, Matt shrugged his shoulders, seemingly unbothered. 

   “It’s nothing. Karen left a cabinet door open in the office, didn’t realize it until too late.”

   You reached up, fingers gently turning Matt’s chin to the side to get a better look at the cut. “What was the door made of, adamantium? This is a nasty cut.” He frowned, but continued to let you move his head to examine the damage. The butterfly bandage holding the torn skin together had started to come loose, the edges of the cut red and angry. Grimacing, you dropped your hand. “This needs cleaned, and that bandage is holding on for dear life. You have a first aid kit?”

   “I can take care of it.”

   “Not a chance,” you replied, moving around him to wash your hands. “Where’s it at?”

   “You’re not gonna let me win, are you?”

   “Nope.”

   “Top cabinet to the right of the fridge.”

   You fetched the kit, opening the worn metal box and taking stock of the supplies. A small hmph escaped you, pleasantly surprised at how well it was stocked. Matt removed his glasses and jacket as he sat down at the island, resigned but amused at your insistence as you settled into the stool in front of him, knees slotting on either side of one of his. Fussing with a pair of gloves, you took a moment to look at his face for the first time sans glasses. His unfocused gaze landed somewhere behind you, the amused smile on his face causing small crinkles to appear near his eyes. In the warm light of his apartment, they seemed to have a golden glow accenting a rich chestnut. You realized a moment later you were holding onto the breath you had inhaled.  

   Matt cleared his throat. “So not only are you a bartender and a musician, you’re a nurse too?”

   You let out a shaky exhale, bringing your mind back to the task at hand. “Nah, not me. My mom was though,” you said. “She taught me. Minor wound care, CPR, basic stuff.” You peeled the old bandage off, trying not to tug on the skin around the cut too much. “I can fix stuff like this. You come in with a stab wound though, and I might be out of my depth.”

   Matt chuckled. “Noted.”

   Gently patting away the dried blood with a warm cloth, you got the cut cleaned out. Matt sat as still as a statue while you worked, hands folded in his lap. Only a ghost of a wince crossed his face when you wiped the area down with an antiseptic wipe. As you applied the new bandage you asked, “What are you doing back so early anyway? Slow day at the office?”

   “I uh, hadn’t heard from you, so I thought I’d stop by over lunch to check in. Did you see the card I left?”

   “Uh- yeah, yeah I did. Phone was dead so I left it to charge. I didn’t realize it was already lunch.”

   Matt’s hands shifted below you. “Yeah, it’s already… 12:30.”

   “Damn, I didn’t realize I had slept in that late.”

   “You probably needed it then.”

   “I guess so,” you replied as you delicately swiped ointment around the now-bandaged cut. Once you were satisfied that the wound was closed and clean, you reached around him and closed the lid of the kit before announcing, “There. All done, with a bandage that’s actually secure.”

   Matt hummed out a thank you, reaching out to pat your leg, hand landing on your upper thigh. As his fingers landed on bare skin, you froze. Heat immediately rushed to your cheeks as you watched the realization hit him. He tilted his head, an amused grin spreading across his face. 

   “…are you not wearing pants?”

   “I plead the fifth.”

   He let out a huff of amusement, unbothered by the annoyed groan you gave him as he did. His hand remained on the side of your leg though, his thumb lightly brushing back and forth across your exposed skin. As you tried to ignore the way the warmth in your cheeks began to move to somewhere lower, his voice dropped just a little, replying, “I’m not sure pleading the fifth is very effective when the evidence is this plainly laid out.”

   “No badgering the witness,” you said as you slid off your seat to put away the first aid kit, embarrassment and maybe another kind of fire still running through you. “Or whatever it is you lawyers call it.”

   “Oh trust me, if I was badgering you, it would be much more intense than that.”

   “Pretty sure I’m the victim here anyway. Of dryers not working fast enough. Or something,” you muttered. Quickly changing the subject from your now obvious lack of pants, you asked, “You mind if I make some toast or something? I’m starving.”

   “Sure. Or there’s some leftover Thai in the fridge, if you want it.”

   A grumble came from your stomach and Matt raised a brow in your direction before you could protest. You grabbed the takeout container from its spot in the fridge, dumping it on a plate before putting it in the microwave. Matt continued to sit at the island, lazily twirling the arm of his glasses between his fingers.

   “So, what’s on your agenda today? Other than lounging around my apartment pants-less?”

   He wore a smug smirk, clearly pleased with his teasing. You shot him a glare, scrunching your face at him even though you knew he wouldn’t see it. “I need to call Josie and figure out who to call first about the leak. And figure out where the hell I’m gonna stay until things are put back together.”

   “I was serious when I said you can stay as long as you need to. I don’t mind.”

   “I realize the lack of pants fights against it, but I really am trying not to commandeer the space.”

   Matt chuckled. “See, here I thought I was just that good of a host, making you feel so comfortable this quickly.”

   You giggled, but it quickly faded into a frown. “Regardless of your hosting abilities, there’s some logistical reasons I need to get things fixed sooner than later. I usually host lessons at my apartment, and if I can’t stay there, I can’t have my kids come over either. Which means I’m out one income,” you said, realizing just how inconvenient things were about to become. “And the kids will be missing important lesson time.”

   “How many do you teach?” Matt asked, face softening a bit.

   “Ten. Most of them I just meet once a week, but I have a couple that come by twice a week.”

   Impressed, Matt raised both brows and replied, “Ten kids and you’re still at the bar five nights a week?” 

   “I like to stay busy, and the money’s nice. The lessons pay alright. At least the ones I charge.”

   “What do you mean?”

   “There’s a few of my kids who… well, they’re not as well off as some of the others. I offered to teach them for free, or whatever they could afford. Music shouldn’t be behind a paywall,” you frowned in reply. “And they’re good. Luis has a real shot at scholarship money if he keeps on going. Kid’s got more raw talent than his entire class put together.”

   “That’s good of you,” Matt replied with a thoughtful look. “Giving back and all.”

   You blushed a little, cheeks stained the faintest pink at his comment. “Just wanna help out you know?”

   “I get it.”

   The microwave beeped, so you grabbed the plate as you continued, more working through the situation aloud than anything. “I’ve got a keyboard I can haul to a rental for now, it’s not ideal, but it’ll have to make do. I really don’t want anybody missing lessons.” You blew on the pad Thai you pulled out before taking a big forkful. You must have been hungrier than you thought, because an involuntary moan left you as you swallowed the first bite. “Fuck this is good.”

   Matt stood as an unreadable expression crossed his face before he put his glasses and jacket back on. “All yours. I’ve gotta head back over to the office before Foggy sends someone after me.” He leaned over the island to give your arm a comforting rub. “Don’t stress too much, if I know Josie, she’ll have more than enough people to get things taken care of.” 

   “Yeah, I’m sure she’s got people who owe her. Just worried about the kiddos, mainly.”

   Matt gave you a soft smile. “Keep me updated on how things go, or if you need anything while you’re here.” Turning to leave, he paused for a moment, hesitating. “I don’t know if you’d be interested, but Foggy, Karen, and I are going to grab dinner after work. You’re welcome to join, if you want.” He let the question hang in the air as you paused between mouthfuls of noodles. “If you’re not busy, or too worn out.”

   “Yeah, that would be nice actually. Give my brain a break from everything.”

   “Great. I’ll call once we’re done? Just send me a text with your number.”

   “Sounds like a plan.”

   The next several hours were a whirlwind of phone calls and emails. After some convincing, Josie decided to stay out in Michigan for the rest of her vacation. At least you’ve got a comfy bed for now, Jo. Better than what you’d have here. Once you explained that you were ‘staying with a friend’ and not out of a place to sleep, she finally relented. And Matt was right, she knew several guys that were in her debt and able to take a look at things by Friday. You had even lucked out getting a temporary practice space set up at the elementary school near your apartment thanks to the mom of one of your students, so lessons would only be on pause for the rest of the week. The phone call with your insurance company though? That wasn’t nearly as successful.

   “Son of a bitch!” you complained to Matt’s empty apartment, angrily tossing your phone onto the couch. Ninety minutes, most of which was spent on hold being bounced around from one agent to another, had yielded nothing but some insincere apologies and instructions to call back in 24 hours to check the claim. Nervous energy started to rumble through your limbs, so you rose from your spot on the couch to find something, anything to keep your hands busy and brain occupied. You settled on folding laundry and tidying up the room you stayed in. As you were working packing up your laundry bag, you heard the tinkling ringtone of your phone in the other room. Abandoning the shirt in your hands, you darted out to the couch to retrieve your cell. A woman’s photo was displayed on the screen, a halo of brown and black ringlets framing her face, olive skin glowing as she winked at the camera. You smiled at the picture of your best friend as you answered the call. 

   “Hey, Laur.”

   “Hey yourself! Haven’t heard from you in like a week, how’s it going?”

   “Do you want the short answer or the long one?”

   “That bad huh?”

   You scoffed, then replied, “To give you a preview, I just spent an hour and a half basically on hold with my rental insurance.”

   “Yikes. Well, I’m just on the train home from work, so I’ve got a free hour or so. Gimme the long version.”

   You launched into the saga of your week so far, from the mess of last week’s auditions to Tuesday’s unfortunate leak in your apartment, but her commiserating groans turned to giggles once you were explained where you spent last night. 

   “So, let me get this straight. You managed to con the hot, blind, lawyer regular into cleaning your bathroom, and he let you stay with him?”

   “I didn’t con him, he offered! And how do you know what he looks like?”

   “Google, duh.”

   You shook your head and tried not to laugh. Of course Laurie immediately started doing research once you mentioned a guy.

   “I was just happy to have an extra set of hands! If Josie hadn’t known him I would’ve said no!”

   “Riiight. And him being a tall drink of water had absolutely nothing to do with it.”

   “Oh come on . It’s not like he asked me out or something. He was just being helpful.”

   “Still not hearing you deny that he’s hot.”

   You could practically see Laurie’s teasing grin through the phone line as you tried to come up with a response. She continued before you could, though. “I mean, the leak thing sucks. Like really sucks. But you’re telling me there’s no silver lining here? You hardly ever get out and meet new people, maybe the universe is forcing your hand.”

   “Coulda done that without ruining my bathroom.”

   “Eh, she works in mysterious ways. You gonna keep shacking up with Mr. Hot Lawyer?”

   “Oh my god Laur, give it a rest.”

   Laurie’s boisterous laugh rang out on the other end of the line. You picked at a stray thread of your sweatpants, mind beginning to whirl. The insurance company hadn’t been helpful in securing a rental or hotel, and Laurie’s place was over in Brooklyn, over an hour and a half away on a good day. Necessity required you to stay in Hell’s Kitchen between lessons, auditions, and Josie’s, so you somewhat reluctantly came to the conclusion that you were probably going to be at Matt’s for at least another night. 

   “Okay, maybe you’re not entirely wrong,” you cut in as Laurie’s laughter calmed into little giggles, “as much as that pains me to admit.” 

   “Yessssss, listen to the universssssse!” she replied. You wouldn’t have been surprised if she was pumping her fist in victory. “Get you some!”

   “You’re unbelievable. I haven’t even asked if I can stay another night yet.”

   “Something tells me he’s not gonna have a problem with it.”

   Your phone started to buzz against your ear. Incoming Call: Matt Murdock.

   “Speak of the devil. Gotta take this. I’ll keep you updated okay?”

   “You better! Love you!”

   “Love you too,” you sighed before picking up Matt’s call. 

   “Hey, Matt.”

   “How’d your afternoon of calls go? Any success?”

   “Some. Got a couple of guys coming out on Friday to look at the damage, and my lessons are rescheduled for next week.”

   “How’d the insurance call go?”

   You let out a groan. “Yeah, about that… you mind if I stay another night? Maybe two? I don’t mean to intrude, but they were… less than helpful.”

   “I don’t mind at all.”

   Exhaling a sigh of relief, you replied, “I seriously appreciate it. I promise I’ll cut you a check or something for the trouble.”

   “Don’t worry about it. Just glad you have somewhere safe to stay for now,” Matt replied, softness laced through his voice. “So, Fog and I are just wrapping up here, if you were still interested in meeting us for dinner? Karen’s already on her way.”

   “Love to. Where should I meet you?”

   Matt rattled off a name and address, a little bistro you weren’t familiar with. The maps app on your phone showed it was nearby, and between Matt’s apartment and their shared office. “Cool, it seems pretty close to here. Should be there in 20,” you confirmed, tucking the phone between your ear and shoulder as you tugged on a pair of jeans. 

   You said your goodbyes before tugging on your coat and heading for the door. After one last check of your reflection in your phone, you exited the apartment and prepared yourself for a brisk walk through New York’s chilly streets. 

[chukys-mouthguard]

Memories Missed

day 3 of the 2024 NHL advent calendar 🎄

1.1k words

genre -> angst

featuring -> cam york x female reader

summary -> when a snow storm hits, cam can’t find a way to make it in time for christmas

note -> it’s cam’s birthday so i had to get this done and posted in honor of his special day 🥳

Quickly darting around the kitchen, you were making sure everything was prepped for Christmas dinner. It was the first year you’d opted to host your family, along with Cam’s, and you were nervous to say the least.

Why you chose to cook ninety percent of the dishes you didn’t understand, but somehow you managed to pull it off. Your parents had arrived earlier than the other guests, so your mom could help in the kitchen and your dad could watch football.

“Anything else you need right now?”

Scanning the kitchen counters then checking the timer on the stove, you shook your head as you sighed.

“Nope, I think we did it.”

A soft smile crept across your lips as you felt relieved, now you could finally sit down and relax before guests started to trickle in.

“Oh, it’s Cam, I’ll be right back!”

You jumped up with a smile as you excused yourself to the front room of the house to take his call.

“Hi baby! You should smell all the food I’ve been cooking, it all turned out so good! And the house looks beautiful, I’m happy you convinced me to host. It’s gonna be amazing.”

He softly chuckled before he let out a sigh, immediately erasing the smile that was plastered on your face.

“That’s fantastic baby, I knew you could pull it off. But, there’s a problem.”

You felt your heart sink, just as things were going according to plan they were about to come crashing down.

“We can’t fly out, we are stuck as of right now. No timeline for when we’d be cleared to get out of here.”

The winter weather had picked up, but you’d never once thought about the possibility of Cam not making it home in time for Christmas. Thankfully you hadn’t done your makeup yet because the tears that began streaming down your cheeks certainly would’ve ruined it.

“You’re joking…Cam, your whole family is coming! My whole family is coming, my parents are here. What are we supposed to do?”

“Well you’re not going to cancel if that’s what you’re thinking!”

His tone was a bit sarcastic as he spat back at you, his frustrations with the delay obvious as he normally wasn’t one to argue.

“No of course not, but I’ve been looking forward to this for over a month Cam! Us hosting everyone here, and the memories we’d make in our new house. It was supposed to be special and you’re not even going to be here for it!”

“What do you suggest I do babe? I can’t make the snow stop, I can’t rent a car and drive it would be more than a day until I’m home if I did that. I’m sorry okay? You think I’m happy about this? Missing getting to share this day with your family and mine all in one place? But there’s nothing I can do, I’m sorry.”

You let out a sigh as you tried to hold back any things you might spit out of anger. The last you wanted was to have an argument with Cam before he’d be getting on a plane in this weather.

“Just, get home safe. I’ll see you when I see you.”

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The dinner had gone off without a hitch, everyone being understanding of Cam missing out though you were still frustrated by it. It was one of the aspects of his job you hated. Road trips that turned into longer ones because of shitty weather, Cam missing out on birthdays and holidays. Missing out on so many memories that the two of you could share.

Every time your phone lit up it was yet another text about a delay. Eventually you’d stopped checking, not wanting to upset yourself even further. Rather trying to enjoy everyone opening their gifts and the happiness that was filling your home.

As the night had come to an end, you willingly accepted the help of both your mom and Cam’s to get everything mostly cleaned up before you headed off to bed.

“You know honey, he didn’t intentionally do it. Just remember that. He wanted to be here tonight.”

As you wiped down the counter you softly sighed, keeping your thoughts to yourself as you knew she was only trying to help ease the situation. Though there was nothing that could change how you felt, regardless if Cam missing Christmas was out of his control or not.

You’d said goodbye to both sets of parents before changing into your set of Christmas pajamas to which Cam had a matching pair, then curled up on the couch as you watched the twenty-four hour marathon of A Christmas Story; Cam’s favorite Christmas Day activity.

The sound of the tv had muffled the noise of the front door unlocking and kept you in your slumber as Cam made his way into the house to find you.

Fast asleep on the couch, Christmas pajamas adorning your frame as you curled up with a blanket. Cam smiled to himself as he looked from you to the beautifully decorated tree, presents still filling up the space beneath it as you’d left all of your gifts to open with him.

Not wanting to wake you just yet, he headed into the kitchen to find a note on the counter.

“Cam, there’s a plate of all your favorites in the microwave. I made sure to save you lots of cookies as well, but no cookies before dinner! Merry Christmas Cam. Love y/n.”

Cam laughed as he was mid bite of a cookie by the time he’d read your order of no cookies before dinner, you knew him too well.

He felt awful for missing the holiday and all of the effort you’d put into it. Not getting to see your families come together in your new home that you both worked so hard for, it made him wish sometimes that he didn’t have a career that took him out on crazy long roadtrips. Missing countless birthdays, holidays, or even just losing out on time with you and family. But he also knew that his career was how he was able to get this house with you, to have the tree overflowing with gifts for you and your families. And while he knew you would get over being upset with him, he knew you had every right to be. Sure you signed up for this, but it didn’t make it any easier. You’re human, you have feelings. And he knew how much you were looking forward to this day, but he dropped the ball.

“Baby…y/n, baby. I’m home. Merry Christmas.”

[itsthesinbin]

Sins in Stardust [Chapter 3: Fresh Start] (Bill Cipher/Reader)

Gonna try smth new. I'll actually post chapters both here and to AO3. If I end up not liking it, I'll go back to just posting the AO3 link.

Genuinely this fic is all I can think about.

Read the fic on AO3 here!

If you like it, reblog it and leave a comment!

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You managed to get a disguise for Bill, using a hoodie and a face mask that you tied behind his stupid triangle head. You had him walk behind you, saying he was your shy younger brother. Thankfully, he actually kept his mouth shut until you could get into the hotel room. You guessed he had enough self preservation to follow your lead when it came to people.

You dropped your bags onto the floor of your room, and set the to-go boxes on the room’s desk. Both of you flopped onto the bed, tired. Apparently he wasn’t used to having to walk everywhere. You were exhausted from running for both of your lives and carrying your bags and walking the two hours to town. It took everything in you to roll over onto your back. Your stomachs growled in unison and Bill groaned in annoyance.

“How often do I have to eat in this vessel? This shit sucks.” Even though he was face down, you could hear his voice clearly as his body lit up with each word. Like he projected his own thoughts outward instead of actively speaking. Cool in one way, but god damn you wished he’d shut up just a little bit.

You handed him the box with his so-rare-it’s-almost-raw burger and fries, and you grabbed your fried fish. You both shoveled food into your empty stomachs. You didn’t even flinch when he threw fries into his eye-mouth this time. You were too hungry to care.

“So,” you started after you were halfway through your fish. Bill had slowed down his eating as well, burger sauce dripping down his… cheeks, you guessed. Weird. A forked tongue came out to swipe the sauce away. That time you shivered.

“What… DO you remember, Bill?” He swallowed, eye returning as he thought. He rubbed under his eyelid, squeezing the lid shut in an attempt to draw out any memories.

“Well, I remember that night your mom invited me over!” He cackled, nearly doubling over at his own joke. You closed your eyes, trying not to get pissed off all over again. You had just calmed down. He wiped a tear, still tinged with pink, from the corner of his eye.

“Really, though, it’s hazy,” he finally answered, completely snapping out of his mirth. It was unsettling how fast he changed moods. It made you feel a little sick. You picked at your fish as he continued.

“I remember me and the Henchmaniacs were dragging that one guy through the blood ocean…” He half mumbled, trying to sort through the fog of vague visions in his mind. He listed off various memories that grew worse as he went on. Feeding someone their own skin. Stapling a guy’s eyelids open and making him watch his family be murdered for a few hundred years. Making a couch out of flesh as a “pet project”. You held a hand up before he could continue.

“Enlightening, but I more meant… closer to the whole stone thing and the appearing in front of me thing.” He snapped his fingers, as if just now remembering that part of the story. You rubbed your temple as he hummed to himself. His air of confidence and humor dissipated slightly. His “brow” furrowed, hand going to the side of his head like it hurt to try and remember. It made your annoyance soften. He was irritating, sure, but the guy was suffering major amnesia. And also apparently he didn’t have any powers that he had before. You wanted to know more about that, but felt it was inappropriate to ask at the moment.

“I was… I remember being pissed off? There was… a lot of fire…” He trailed off. His expression grew unsettled as he went silent for a long moment. A hand trailed along one of the cracks lining his body. You wanted to reach out, ask if he was alright. Then it was like a flip switched.

“Oh well! If it’s important, I’m sure it’ll come back to me!” He laughed with a wave of the hand. He drowned the remainder of fries in the ketchup packet that came with his meal. You rose a brow, but didn’t argue with him.

“What about you, kid? What’re you out in the middle of nowhere for?” You honestly didn’t expect him to ask about you whatsoever, so that was a pleasant surprise. You washed the breading stuck in your throat away with a swig of pitt as you thought about what to tell him.

“... Just needed a new start, honestly. I was… stifled, back home, for a few reasons. I had to get out.” He seemingly grinned, coming over and throwing an arm around your shoulders.

“I knew I liked you, Stardust! You and I are kindred spirits- meant for greater things than what our homes could give!” You gave him a look at the sudden spiel, and the nickname. He stood on your legs, so you were eye to eye, and placed his hands on your shoulders. You were not as excited as he seemed to be.

“Stardust?” “Yeah, you walking organs are made from the stuff right? And we met on that romantic starry night,” he all but purred, fluttering his lashes at you. You tensed, let out a disgruntled noise and pushed him away. He snickered as he moved back to his spot on the bed.

“Anyway, howzabout a deal? I got big plans for this dimension, and I’m not about to let a little knock to the noggin set me back! You help me bring my friends out here- get my memories and powers back- and I’ll make it so you reach your REAL potential!” The speech seemed too practiced. Too smooth. Then you remembered he had introduced himself as a “dream demon” earlier today. His practiced pitch made sense with that bit of context. You frowned. You figure a proper deal with a demon would be a bad idea. You didn’t even know if it’d be binding with his powers gone- if he was telling the truth- but you chose not to risk it at the moment. You weren’t in the mood to be tied to an egomaniac at the moment.

“Dunno about a deal. I’ll help you find the friends you got in town, but I don’t plan on sticking around too long. A week or two at most.” He blinked, clearly having expected you to be stupid enough to go for the deal right away. The hand he had stuck out to shake fell to his side again. He wagged his finger at you, amused.

“Smart cookie! Don’t trust strangers that easily, kids!” There was a bite to his tone. He was a little angry that you didn’t fall for it. Good. You weren’t gonna just be used by some asshole you were supposed to be helping. You both finished your food, satisfied and full. You broke down the styrofoam boxes before shoving the pieces into the tiny hotel trash can. Your legs protested the movement as you looked for clean clothes to change into, after your upcoming shower.

“Can you remember anything about these friends of yours? Any leads at all?” you asked as you rummaged through your meager bags. Bill hopped off the bed. He paced for a moment, seemingly in thought. The short demon climbed up onto the padded bench under the window and took a peek outside.

He watched the people walk by. You walked up behind him, leaning on the windowsill to stare out with him. It seemed like a charming little town. People waved to each other on the streets, kids ran around relatively unsupervised. You caught two cops kissing on the bench out in public, so at least you knew this place wasn’t openly homophobic. That was fun.

He sighed, annoyed, as he leaned on a hand. He continued to scan people, hoping that SOMETHING would click. You saw the top of him start to turn red in annoyance. As frustrating as the little asshole has been in the few hours you’ve known him, you felt bad for the guy. Even if he was a horrible tyrant and criminal if any of his escapades were true. He just needed some help.

“Hey,” you said carefully, placing a hand on his back to get his attention. He jerked, giving you a frustrated side eye. You flinched slightly at the sudden glare and removed your hand. Swallowing, you continued.

“Don’t try to force it. You just got… free? And we’ve both been through a lot this morning. Let’s just… take the day to rest, okay? We can work on finding your friends in the next couple days.” He huffed, hat drooping as he crossed his arms and pouted like a child. You almost patted his back, but remembered the glare he gave you. You kept your hands to yourself.

“After my shower, we’ll see what’s on tv for a bit and then I’ll get dinner later. I’ll look up takeout places nearby,” you offered. He didn’t look at you, just pouted at the window.

“I want a silly straw to drink with,” he grumbled. “And pizza. With mushrooms.”

You blinked, slightly startled by the odd request of a silly straw. Man, when was the last time you used one of those? You smiled. Maybe a little bit of whimsy was what you both needed.

“I’ll get us matching straws,” you promised. He looked over his shoulder at you like an angry kitten. His lower eyelid seemed to poke out in an actual pout. It was endearing in a kinda gross way. He let out a small grunt and turned back to the window when he saw you were serious.

You left the tv remote next to him, telling him to look for something mind numbing to watch for when you got out of the shower. You left him alone to clean up.

As soon as you were in the shower, Bill’s shoulders drooped. He dragged a hand over his eye, the lower lid pulling slightly in exasperation. He dropped his head against the window, banging it against the glass a few times for good measure. He didn’t like not being in control of the situation. Not one fucking bit. He was Bill FUCKING Cipher and he wouldn’t be reduced to… this… for long.

He just had to get you on his side, and build him his ticket out of here. Or at least build his henchmaniacs’ ticket INTO here. Even without his powers, it should be a piece of cake. Humans were stupid!

His bad mood vanished quickly, and he grinned as he watched a raccoon jump out of a trash can at an unsuspecting child. He couldn’t help but laugh as it knocked the kid to the ground. Suffering was funny when it was someone else. He leaned back on the side of the bench, watching the show with his arms behind his uppermost point. Yeah, he’d be back to his old self in no time.

[cappuccinoandglitter]

Fuck it Friday?

@trombonechurchill tagged me in something and I think I'm meant to post a WIP snippet? If so, here you go. If not, tough shit because I'm doing it anyway. Here you go, they're drunk in this one.

"C'm'n," Evan grumbles. He leans forward, burying his face in the crook of Tommy's neck, then nipping at the juncture between shoulder and neck.

Tommy gasps, pulling Evan closer. "Oh, you a biter allava sudden?"

"You're tasty."

"Or a vampire?" He giggles against Evan's shoulder. Then pulls back, turning to the camper. They're being quiet. They can be quiet. They got this. And thankfully, the fancy new camper has floor lights to keep them from tripping over anything. Holding onto each other for balance gets them as far as the seating area inside. Tommy immediately regrets having chosen the bed on that side, because now they have to climb over the couch to get to the bed. Tommy gets on his knees on the couch, grabs onto the back of it to pull himself over.

Meanwhile Evan has managed to trip over his own legs onto the couch and let out a single giggle before clamping it down.

"Shhhh!" Tommy urges, still half on the couch and half on the bed. He pauses mid-climb to pull off his shirt. It lands… somewhere. Finally, he commando crawls onto the bed, turns his head to look behind him to see if Evan is following.

Instead of crawling into bed, Evan has decided to stand up on the couch, his head pressing up against the top of the canopy.

"Evan, come down here," Tommy whispers urgently. "If you fall off you're gonna wake Howie."

"You think he'd wanna join us?"

"Absolutely not. Take your shoes off, you barbarian."

"Paladin."

"What?" Tommy watches Evan finally crawl onto the bed, and reaches down to help him take his shoes off. Then he remembers he needs to take off his own, and this is getting complicated now.

"Not barbarian, paladin. Y'always getting' my class wrong." Evan pouts, rolling onto his back. "Notarogue, no barbarian."

"Wait, this thing has a curtain." Tommy sits up, then has to get up on his knees to reach the zipper. After a couple of tries he gets the privacy curtain zipped. "What was I saying?"

"Paladin."

"No, I think you're a chaotic neutral fighter."

Evan giggles, and Tommy shuts him up with a kiss. But Evan won't be silent for long. "Fuck, look at you," he whispers, running a hand over Tommy's chest, pausing to stroke his chest hair like petting a cat. "You're so fucking hot, oh my god."

"And you're wearing too many shirt," Tommy says, tugging at the polo.

Evan complies by taking it off and tossing it aside and then his face is on Tommy's chest and he's licking and biting Tommy's right nipple and Tommy's biting his lip to keep quiet.

Tagging everyone I guess. I'm not awake yet.

[rintarousgirl]

i wanna be yours — 5. star treatment

✦ - Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know of the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou

a/n: ik this chapter is a bit short, and that it's a bit overdue but i've been so busy LMAO. p.s i know about the typo in oikawa's post shh. anyways, i hope you all enjoy lovies!

You woke up in bed with a splitting headache, the pounding pain behind your eyes being near unbearable. A weak groan escaped your mouth as you threw a hand over your eyes to block the sun.

Thankfully, drunk you had the courtesy of leaving a glass of water and an aspirin on the bed side table. Slowly, squinting as your eyes struggled to adjust to the light, you swallowed down the aspirin and took big mouthfuls of water to ease your dry throat.

As you think to recall last night, you stand up to change out of your clothes. You're sweaty, but you notice that you are wearing a change of clothes. They're a bit baggy on you, clearly made for someone a lot taller than you were. You rub your head, trying to recall what had happened.

"You're covered in flour," Rintarou points out from his spot at the counter. You glare at him, before looking down to your soiled clothes.

"I never said I was a clean cook. The messier it is, the better it tastes."

He hums non-committedly and takes a sip from his tea. "I'll go steal some clothes from Osamu, stay here."

"Where am I supposed to go?" You huff and turn back to your pizza.

Right, you had made homemade pizza with Rintarou. So, you were now wearing Osamu's clothes. Lovely. From before that though your memory goes iffy. You struggle to remember a good amount of it, as if you'd blacked out or something. Which technically you probably had. You remember vomiting, and hanging out with Suna for the rest of the night till you were sober enough to drive yourself home.

After peeling off your clothes and showering, you head back into your room. Your studio apartment was small, which meant you had communal washing and drying. You'd make sure to wash Osamu's clothes as quickly as possible.

Picking up your phone, your eyes widen at the surplus of notifications. You had over thirty text messages, and over thirty thousand notifications from twitter. You could get used to a lot of twitter notifications with your business, but all that in one night seemed impossible to you.

With slightly trembling hands, you opened twitter, feeling a pit grow in your stomach as you scrolled through your notifications.

Despite all the negative posts from fans, you find yourself smiling at the pictures from last night. After making pizza, you and Rintarou had joined the others, dancing and playing games until everyone was either black out drunk or exhausted. You also remember doing karaoke with Yachi, laughing at the video of the two of you that Atsumu had posted.

Exiting twitter, you switch to your messaging app. You notice a few short messages between you and Rintarou, and that you'd gotten Yachi and Osamu's numbers in your phone at one point. Instead, you look at the texts from your friends.

Sighing, you gnaw on your lip. You send a quick to Kenma, Bokuto, and Kuroo assuring them that you were okay and that you'd explain later before pressing on the call button.

It rings only once before Akaashi picks up. "Y/N? Are you alright?" are the first words out of his mouth, and you swallow softly with a sigh. You collapse back down on your bed, rubbing at your eyes.

"I'm alright, 'Kash. Don't worry."

He huffs. "You could've told me that last night."

"I know, I'm really sorry. I, uh, I went to an after party and I got a bit drunk."

That quiets him a bit. "You never get drunk. Not really at least."

"I know," you groan, feeling a bit more regret seep into you. "I was being stupid, okay? I'm sorry I didn't text you or anything. I know you worry a lot."

"It's alright. You're an adult, Y/N. I just...I wouldn't want you to get hurt when I could've done something about it."

"Well, don't worry. I don't plan on doing that again anytime soon. I mean...I embarrassed myself plenty."

There's a teasing tone to Akaashi's next words. "I saw. Kuroo went crazy when he found out you were working for INARIZAKI. I managed to convince him not to harass you about it though. You puked on him, huh?"

"Thanks," you say dryly, "but don't remind me." You drag a hang down your face, shame burning on your cheeks. "It was so bad. But technically, I puked in the bowl so not on him."

"That's still bad."

"I'm going to hang up on you. Why can't we talk about like...I don't know, the pizza or something."

Akaashi laughs, and you find yourself smiling despite it all. "Whatever let's talk about your adventures in person. Favorite cafe at three?"

You hum. "Favorite cafe at three," you confirm.

As you're getting ready, your phone dings with a text message. Absent-mindedly you pick it up and open it.

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★ - suna was not very chill when he sent that text. he was on the other side of the screen acting like a nervous wreck

★ - osamu's the smaller twin compared to atsumu seeing as atsumu still did have his vb career, just not as long. that's why his clothes aren't completely baggy on y/n (and are what she's wearing in the photo on suna's twt)

★ - akaashi spent most of the night awake waiting for you to text him till bokuto eventually convinced him to sleep for at least a few hours

✦ - Y/N is a small business owner, offering her services not only as a designer but an at-home makeup artist and cosmetic producer as well. She's perfectly content with her small life when she's approached by the manager of the INARIZAKI band, asking for her to fill the position of backstage artist on short notice. Needing the money, and wanting the experience, Y/N agrees. Little does she know of the fatal attraction she will share with the band's lead, Suna Rintarou.

taglist:

@mannaornot \ @gojoscumslut \ @sunarots \ @alienvarmint \ @tojirin \ @tkooooop \ @cheriesdear \ @shotenvinsoot \ @wolffmaiden \ @riiceandsoup \ @thebrownemo \ @vivian-555 \ @effmigentlywithachainsaw \ @rukia-uchiha-98 \ @weird0o0 \ @seiamor \ @rory-cakes \ @blue-violin \ @reveusecherie \ @hellokittylover9 \ @yourlocal-bunny \ @keniza \ @cerberuspuppy1 \ @baramii \ @kirbyscreeper

[legolasghosty]

OKAY so apparently this JatP NHL AU is all I can write this week. So... here's another little shot from it?

[Here's the other one I posted the other day, this happens before that in the timeline.]

[Okay, a bit of context, cause this takes place in a larger NHL AU that hasn't actually been written.

1. The LA Phantoms are an NHL team. 2. Alex is a D-man, Luke and Reggie are both Forwards. 3. Bobby (Goalie) used to be on the team but isn't anymore. 4. Julie is their assistant coach. 5. Flynn is one of the main sports docs for the team.

Okay I think that's the major things you need to know for this. Enjoy!]

~1.7k, TW for semi-serious injury reprocussions, mentioned hockey typical violence.

Alex wakes up to a pounding headache and the smell of coffee. He’s pretty sure he’s at home, given how heavy the blankets feel and the familiar sliver of light coming between his blackout curtains, but everything feels wrong. His shoulders ache more than usual after a game-was there a game?-and his neck cries out when he tries to turn his head.

He lets out a groan and attempts to roll onto his side. Okay, bad idea, bad idea. Alex forces himself to breathe slowly, in for 4, hold for 4, out for 4, just like his therapist in college taught him. Take it easy.

“You’re awake!”

Alex startles at the sound of his roommate’s too loud voice coming from the doorway. He barely manages to lift his head before Reggie is crashing down next to him, one hand feeling his forehead. Alex winces at the jolting.

“Shoot, sorry,” Reggie says, eyes widening as he backs up. “You just don’t usually sleep in this much. So we were a little worried.”

“We?” Alex manages around a mouthful of nonexistent cotton balls.

“Oh yeah, Luke slept over last night,” Reggie explains. “And Flynn said we had to let them know as soon as you woke up. And the rest of the guys have been texting too.”

Alex closes his eyes, trying to make sense of all the words coming out of Reggie’s mouth. “Why…what happened?” he asks finally.

“Oh right,” Reggie responds, suddenly much quieter. “Yeah I guess you wouldn’t really remember. You got hit during the game last night.”

Alex frowns, opening his eyes a crack. That sorta explained the neck and shoulder pain, but… “So? I get hit all the time.”

Reggie shakes his head. “No like, hit bad.” Alex hears more than sees his best friend take a deep breath. “You got checked, and hit your head on the goalpost. And then… kinda slid into the wall. Without your helmet.”

Oh.

Yeah that would do it.

“Huh,” is all Alex can manage.

“Yep,” Reggie agrees, popping the p sadly.

A clatter in the hallway draws both of their attention as Luke bursts in. “Lex, you’re up!” the forward yells, hurting Alex’s ears as he rushes the bed.

“Careful, Luke!” Reggie warns just before Luke makes impact with the bed. 

Thankfully Alex isn’t lying right there and Luke tumbles onto the empty space beside him, but the shaking still sends a bolt of pain through his shoulders and spine. “Watch it, Patty,” he hisses, eyes squeezing shut.

“Shit, sorry,” he kind of hears Luke mumble past the pounding in his ears.

“‘It’s fine,” Alex forces out between his teeth. “Just…don’t…again.”

Reggie says something else that Alex can’t make out, and then the bed shifts as he gets up and probably leaves the room. When the pain subsides a bit, Alex cracks his eyes open again to see Luke still sitting there, that brown flannel jacket thrown over his shoulders.

“Sorry, man,” Luke repeats. “I should have known better.”

Alex starts to shake his head, then stops when his neck disagrees with the motion. “I’ll survive.” He hesitates for a second, a question on the tip of his tongue that he’s not sure he wants the answer to. “How bad is it?” he asks finally.

Luke winces. “We’re not totally sure. Reggie went to call Flynn to come do a check up here, cause there’s no way we’re taking you down to the clinic like this. It was too hard to tell last night with everything going on and getting your pads off and all. But… best case scenario is a minor concussion and a lot of bruising.”

Alex groans. He’s been playing hockey more than long enough to know what that tone means for the worst case scenario. That’s more than enough information. “Did we win?” he questions.

Luke takes the bait, like Alex knew he would. “Yeah, barely, it was ugly though! Their guy got off with an interference minor! Like come on! Should have at least been a double roughing. And then they were harassing us all power play and then the second their guy gets out of the box, they set him up for a breakaway and I’m pretty sure Jackie’s shoulder is gonna hurt tomorrow from how hard he checked him, but at least it worked.”

Alex lets himself zone out as Luke gives him the play by play of the rest of the game, trying to nod and frown in the right places. He manages to catch that Reggie got the tiebreaker goal in the 3rd, with assists to Luke and Nick, and that there were a few other near fights. But that’s about it.

Luke’s voice sounds totally normal, if a little angrier than he usually is after a game, but the words just can’t get through the fog settling over Alex’s mind. It’s not till Alex’s stomach rumbles loudly that he manages to focus again.

“Oh yeah, you’re supposed to have toast or something,” Luke says, glancing down Alex’s body.

“Seriously?” Alex protests. “I’m starving.”

But Luke is already shaking his head. “No can do. You threw up like three times last night. Doc said nothing heavy till we know it’s gonna stay down.”

Alex sighs but nods. “Fine. Am I allowed to get up?”

“Depends on if the world is spinning when you try,” someone else interrupts.

Alex blinks, making his eyes focus on the short, slightly blurry figure now standing in the doorway. “Hey Doc,” he mumbles as Flynn’s dark braids and denim jacket come into focus.

“Scale of 1-10, how much do you feel like you got resurfaced?” Flynn questions.

Alex chuckles at the familiar line, then gasps at the pain in his chest when he does so. “Like an 8.”

“Can you sit up for me? And don’t use your left arm, that’s the one you fell on.”

Alex winces. “Maybe?”

Luke’s arm appears around his shoulders as Alex attempts to get an arm under himself to get up. His right arm feels mostly fine, at least no worse than the rest of his body. He’s leaning on his teammate more than he’d like, and things go a little blurry for a minute as Alex adjusts to the change in angle, but he makes it up into a sitting position. He hadn’t realized before that he wasn’t wearing a shirt, which probably made things easier for Flynn.

“Okay, I’m gonna open the curtains so I have more light,” Flynn warns.

Alex closes his eyes just before he hears the shink of the metal rings on the rod. He hadn’t even noticed Flynn getting up. After a minute, he carefully cracks his eyes open. It’s too bright, like when he’s at an outdoor rink in the morning without any clouds to protect him from the glare. He keeps them half closed and turns his head away from the window.

“Sorry, Lex,” Flynn says. 

“‘S fine,” he mumbles.

He hears the snap of their gloves and the click of their pen before the quiet warning that she’s going to touch him. Alex does his best to relax under the familiar checkup routine. There’s a lot more of Flynn pausing to write things down than normal though. They ask him questions every so often. Some are normal, like how things feel or to lift his arm or something. Some are kind of random, like his birthdate and what he ate for lunch the previous day. He answers as best he can, although he knows it’s taking him a second longer than it should.

She makes him open his eyes after a while, having him follow her little light pen thing, then asking about how clear things are at various distances. He can see them just fine beside him, and Luke is alright near the door. He has to admit he can only sort of make out Reggie in the hall, but his vision has definitely improved in the time he’s been awake, so Flynn doesn’t seem worried about that.

Eventually he has to stand up. That doesn’t go too well. His legs feel about as stable as toothpicks and he sways a little before Luke and Reggie prop him up between them. It gets better the longer he’s up though. Flynn lets the guys help him out to the couch, which is at least a change of scenery from his bedroom. The couch is easier to sit up on too.

“Okay,” Flynn says finally, plunking themselves down on the coffee table in front of him. “I’ll be honest, it’s not great. But it could be a lot worse. Right off the bat, I’m saying no walking around unless someone else is there to help you for at least the next 24 hours. No serious exertion at all till Saturday at the earliest. If you’re feeling good and not having any balance issues, you can get back on the ice Monday morning.”

Alex lets out a sigh of relief. So not too many missed games then. 2, maybe 3? He can’t remember their schedule for the next week off the top of his head, but that’s normal.

Flynn puts up a hand to stop him before he can speak though. “On Monday,” they continue firmly, “you can get back on the ice. No practice till at least Friday and absolutely no games till next Tuesday.”

Alex deflates. Luke lets out a protesting whine.

“I know, but you’re no help to your team if you go too fast and reinjure yourself,” Flynn points out.

Alex groans but nods. “Yeah, I gotcha.”

Flynn grins and bounces to her feet. “Good. Then I got 10 other guys I gotta check up on, so I gotta go.”

“Yeah, thanks for the house visit,” Alex responds, carefully getting up and resting a hand on the back of the couch until things stop spinning.

“No problem.” Flynn throws a few things back into their bag and heads for the door. “Just be careful, okay?” she adds, pausing in the entryway. “I know sports bros are supposed to bounce back asap and all, but let your body heal. All the way.”

Alex doesn’t argue, as much as he wants to. “Yes ma’am,” he says instead.

Flynn nods, and then she’s gone. Once Luke locks the door, Alex sinks back down onto the couch. His best friends join him a moment later. 

“We’ll figure it out, Alex,” Reggie promises quietly. 

Luke nods in agreement. “Yeah, you’ll be back to batting pucks in no time.”

Alex forces a smile. “Okay.”

It would be fine. It was just an injury, guys got them all the time. No big deal. Probably.

[idontknowreallywhy]

4 - Patience

Penultimate instalment in this ‘what is the earth without the sky?’ angst-fest. Although mischievous-hallucination-Scotty does add a degree of lightness if you ignore the actual agony of his existence. He’s been making me chuckle…

And I say penultimate because I’ve written the last bit too. Where it gets a little better. HOLD THE PHONE, DID I ACTUALLY FINISH A FIC??

Presence, Absence, Divulgence…

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One thing he would say for the drugs, they had dampened his hunger. He guessed they knew that which was why he’d barely been given anything to eat beyond bland nutrition shakes. Scotty kept scoffing cookies and pie at the foot of the bed and wouldn’t share.

At one point he was tucking into an outrageously large rib eye steak with fries. Virgil begged for a bite but he’d shook his head and wagged a finger with a mischievous twinkle in his eyes. Virgil threw a pillow at him and then regretted it when his brother disappeared for a while. Then the hunger did too, leaving behind only emptiness and an ache that made him nauseous.

Next time Virgil woke, Scotty was back and flicking popcorn at his little brother. Thankfully, now the sedatives and whatever else he’d been taking were wearing off, his reflexes were much better. He managed to reach out and catch several of the kernels, although kept dropping them and losing them amongst the bedsheets before he could get them into his mouth. His gross motor control was improving quicker than his fine motor, he reasoned. That was fine. He only needed to walk… maybe run, and that was a gross motor thing.

Maybe he could test that out now?

He’d realised the checks by the medical staff followed a very regular pattern. According to the glowing numbers to his right, they could be relied upon to appear every 30 mins or so, between 05 and 10 mins past the hour and between 35 and 40. Unless he did anything weird. When they’d found the pillow on the floor that seemed to have prompted some extra visits but as long as he kept being compliant and drowsy nobody came in between.

Except Dad. He’d been there a few times but after that first occasion post Virgil overhearing what he’d overheard… when Dad didn’t tell him anything new… Virgil pretended to be asleep while he was there. The most useful thing to come out of those visits was he’d heard his father mention a room number and “upstairs” to someone waiting outside the door. Virgil memorised the number - 726 - but decided not to ‘wake’ to ask about it. If he wasn’t going to be trusted with the information, he and Scotty would find out for themselves.

Dad had been weird anyway, ever since Virgil had punched him on the roof of the ranch. He couldn’t quite remember what had prompted that, or why he was there in the first place but he knew it had been Scotty’s fault. At some point he’d have to have a word with his brother about why he hadn’t stood up for him and explained how everything was perfectly safe.

Scotty himself just chatted away about flying and stories from the air force and that seemed to keep Dad happy. He suspected his father preferred hearing from Scott anyway, even though Virgil knew none of the stories were new. They had more in common. And as far as he knew Scott had never hit their father. Virgil tried to stop thinking about that. He suspected there would be a Conversation at some point.

Anyway, Dad had been here a few hours ago and probably wouldn’t be back again today. And it was currently 20 mins past the hour. So. As long as he was quiet…

Virgil carefully pushed back the sheets, swung his legs round and flinched as his bare feet met the cool lino. Everything ached. He reached out to Scotty to give him a hand up but his frustrating sibling grinned and backed away with his hands held out, beckoning, like when they were helping Allie learn to walk.

Allie. Virgil could feel in his gut that there was a Conversation due with his littlest brother too but the reason escaped him at the moment.

He blinked rapidly and refocused. He toddled on unpractised legs and slightly numb toes toward Scotty who backed away slowly until he stepped right through the wall.

The idiot.

Virgil wasn’t stupid enough to follow, the nurses would see him if he went outside his room. He rested his hands gently against the insipid green paintwork and then pivoted to walk around the outside of the small room until he reached the other side of the bed and climbed slowly back in, shoving Scotty over to make room. Despite getting a little tangled in the sheets which required some moderate flailing to put right, the prisoner managed to be appropriately restful-looking when the overly cheerful nurse arrived at 36 minutes past the hour. He maintained the act despite his maddening brother hiding under the sheets and poking him in the side. With a heroic effort Virgil kept a straight face and only allowed the giggles to escape once the nurse had left the room.

He practised twice more that day, the last time trying a little jog from one side of the room to the other which worked ok except the awful elastic-free pajama pants he was wearing slipped alarmingly. No matter, he’d just have to keep a hand free to hold them up. Scotty was no help at all, just leaning up against the wall and cackling in his ridiculous kookaburra way. Virgil had a mind to steal his jeans and make him wear the stupid pants of indignity, see how suave he’d look then.

But, idiot brothers aside, he was ready. All he needed to do was be patient. As well as A patient. Scotty had liked that one judging by the wink and the finger guns.

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He woke to the sound of a kerfuffle and Scotty shaking his shoulder. Multiple pairs of feet ran past his door and down the corridor and he could hear yelling and cursing from one of the other rooms. His eyes widened and Scotty nodded at him in confirmation.

This was their chance.

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[itjazzbicch]

Unraveling Truths

Pairing: Roronoa Zoro x Fem Reader

Summary:A request from my Wattpad: (Also for the sake of this fic, Kuina is alive)

The reader and Zoro are inseparable BFFs, but when Zoro suddenly isn’t around, the reader learns that he ran into his old friend, Kuina. Zoro starts ignoring the reader because of Kuina, who sees how close he is to the reader, creating a huge turmoil that finally opens Zoro’s eyes and makes him realize his true feelings for the reader

Warnings: Kuina is toxic (as per request) Soft Zoro! Sword duel that leads to injury (read is stabbed but she all good lol) Reader is mentioned to have incredible abilities. SMUT! (18+ ONLY! MINORS & AGELESS BLOGS DNI! YOU WILL BE BLOCKED!) (Fingering, oral F receiving, first “I love yous”)

Word Count: 4.1k

It was a normal routine to explore and at least attempt to relax while the log post reset.

Thankfully we landed at a island where they weren’t so frightened by pirates. So we could just enjoy the towns, shop, do whatever we needed to.

I woke up, ready to tackle the day, the first thing I planned to do, train with Zoro like always.

He was my best friend, the one person who truly lit up my world and for some reason, I couldn’t find him anywhere.

He probably just got lost again, but after searching for what felt like forever, I found Nami at a store, going to ask if she had seen Zoro till I heard his laugh and a woman’s too.

We were right across from a swordsmith where Zoro was laughing with a girl with short black hair.

I didn’t recognize her, but it looked like they knew each other well.

“Hey Zoro!” I called, heading over, ready to introduce myself, but they started walking away, “Hey, Zoro! I’m talking to you-“

Following them around a corner, they were suddenly gone. It was weird as if they disappeared. My voice was loud enough, so he had to of heard me.

I tried not to stress myself out about it, going back to the Sunny and doing whatever to distract myself.

Before I knew it, dinner time came around, Sanji serving the fresh food as we heard:

“Hey everybody. I brought a guest.”

“Oh yeah? Who?!” Luffy jumped up excitedly, all of us watching that girl from earlier walking in:

“Remember my friend Kuina I told you guys about? She’s in this village. What a coincidence, right?”

The way he smiled at her made me feel sad, a bit jealous even. All of them welcoming her and I was so zoned out, watching as everyone introduced themselves, Luffy tapping me:

“And this is Y/N!”

Trying to smile, nothing but anxiety came out, the silence so awkward as Kuina just stared at me.

“Y/N is a swordsman too. Well, swordswoman,” Zoro sat next to me, and Kuina followed, looking me up and down as she passed:

“Mhm, interesting.”

I was so anxious that I could barely eat, Zoro managed to make some small talk with me. Saying that he got caught up with the swords smith where he ran into Kuina.

Zoro sounded genuine, so I smiled at him:

“Can’t blame you there. They did have some nice swords. We should go back tomorrow. I have the money.”

“Looks like you need a real sword instead of that pocket knife you have,” Kuina mumbled, not thinking I heard.

If anxiousness wasn’t enough, that pissed me off. I had one of the rarest katanas on this whole planet. I tried to ignore it and eat, but my stomach was in knots, having to put my fork down, covering my mouth.

“Hey, you ok’y?” Zoro said with his mouth stuff, patting my shoulder, looking at him, I saw Kuina’s eyes darting at me and I said quietly:

“I think I need some fresh air is all. Excuse me, please.”

Leaving the dining room and going up deck, staring at the moon with deep breaths, it helped my nausea, but I couldn’t build the courage to go back in there.

Maybe I could just train with Zoro tomorrow morning. Not bothering to go back to the dining room, I just went to bed, curled up in my pillows, hoping tomorrow would be a better day.

“Rise and shine, Zoro,” I said sweetly, going to his room and peaking my head in the door and no one was there.

“What are you doing?”

Turning around, I found Kuina, arms crossed with a scowl on her face.

“I was just looking for Zoro. We train every morning. It’s practically a ritual,” I explained, trying to be as kind as possible.

“You know, calling yourself a swordswoman is pathetic. I can just tell that all you are is a giant weight strapped to his leg, holding him down.”

“You’ve never even seen me wield a sword!” I scoffed, baffled by her assumptions.

“I’m sure I’d want to gouge my eyes out if did. You stay away from-“

“Kuina! Y/N! You ready to train?!”

I just stood there, puzzled by how quickly her manner changed, looking at zoro with a smile as she nodded:

“Always ready! Y/N was just hear showing me her katana. I’m ready to see what she’s capable of!”

That made my jaw drop, Zoro so oblivious as he laughed at me:

“I bet that’s nice to hear from Kuina, right?”

“Just a bond, between swordswomen,” She giggled, glaring at me as Zoro had his eyes closed, still laugh, wrapping an arm around him and practically flirting with him, “How about you and I do our traditional warm up first though. You haven’t taught her, huh?”

“No, that’s just for us,” He smiled at her, falling right for it, saying to me, “It won’t take us long though-“

“That’s okay. You two just practice,” I whispered, walking away while fighting tears, “I’m nauseous again. Probably from that squid Sanji made.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me,” He chuckled, changing moods so quickly as he took Kuina, “Time to train, Kuina!”

“Im always ready!” She smiled back, but glaring at me as I stopped and watch them walk away.

For the entire day, I sat out by some rocks that where by the shore and I could see the two of them training, walking into town together.

Zoro and I were practically inseparable and now that Kuina was here, it was like I didn’t exist. If I was even the tiniest bit quiet towards Zoro, he’d be asking what’s wrong. Now nothing.

Heading back to the Sunny as I was starving, I found Nami reading, sitting at the counter with her.

“Hey you, haven’t seen you at all today. You alright?”

“Is it okay if I ask for your opinion, Nami?” I asked, taking a deep breath as she nodded:

“Of course.”

“So, ever since Zoro ran in Kuina, he’s being treating me so differently.”

“Define differently,” Nami tilted her head at me as she was intrigued.

“Like I don’t exist,” I said while fighting tears again, “He ignores me and only pays attention to her. He won’t even train with me. And that Kuina, she keeps saying smart things under her breath. She even threatened me this morning! But the second Zoro comes around she acts like some Angel. I’m not overreacting am I?”

“What? She threatened you?!” Nami’s response made me feel somewhat at ease, clearly agreeing with me, “I could punch Zoro for that. It’s completely unfair to you.”

“Thank goodness, I thought I was going crazy,” I sighed, Nami being the great friend she was as she rubbed my back.

“You’re not crazy, Y/N. You know what actually? Skip Zoro! Let’s go have a girls day or something. What do you say?”

“I’d like that a lot,” I smiled softly, holding her hand as she dragged me along calling out:

“Oh Sanji! Y/N and I would like to go town! Would you be so kind to escort us?!”

I realized then what she was doing, laughing as Sanji was so far away his voice echoed, but he zipped right over:

“COMING MY SWEET ANGELS!”

Putting down the ramp so we could exit the Sunny, he held both hands out for us

“Shall we go, my dear princesses?”

“We shall,” I giggled with Nami, taking his hand and heading for the town.

“First things first!” Nami pointed at a boutique, smiling at it and Sanji running to get the door.

“Buy whatever you want, my loves. My treat.”

“Say less!” I laughed, heading in and this was exactly what I needed.

Trying on so many clothes, we left with handfuls of bags, trotting along with Nami and Sanji, but darting an eye as I heard:

“What the hell are you doing shopping at a boutique?”

Zoro. It made me remember when he ignored me at the sword smith’s yesterday. So, I did what he did to me. Ignored him and kept walking.

“Y/N?” Turning at the wrong corner, we finally lost trail of him.

I hoped that I would be the last I saw of him till we all went back to the Sunny. Sanji treated us for dinner and while sipping an excellent glass of wine, Nami and I glared as Kuina approached the table with Zoro.

“We can join you, of course right?”

“Why of course!” Sanji’s lovesickness was a pain, but I acted as if she wasn’t there. Only talking to Nami.

“So, uh-, you see that swordsmith today?” Zoro leaned towards me, staring with a cocked eyebrow as I only shrugged.

For a change, he sounded nervous, trying to talk more:

“You really should. I saw a katana I think you’d like.”

“Tomorrow,” I huffed, looking and focusing on the food being served.

Zoro wouldn’t stop staring at me, not knowing why I would only talk to Nami and Sanji.

Sanji did keep his promise of paying, going to leave and I was last next to Zoro.

“You going to finally tell me what’s wrong?” Zoro pulled me aside where no one could see, growing angry at my response:

“Nothings wrong.”

I went to walk away, but he pulled me back, claiming:

“You’re lying. Now tell me what’s wrong, damn it.”

No words this time, I snatched my hand away, going to leave to, of course, find Kuina who was waiting.

“Taking my advice huh? Good girl.”

Referencing what she told me in the morning, I only stared at her, stopped dead in my tracks, ready to lose it on her.

“Not getting lost again, are you Zoro?” There went her good girl act again, and it made me clench a fist, “I’ll make sure you don’t get lost.”

“Leave me alone,” He groaned, rolling his eyes at her, “I have you two to guide me.”

Rolling my eyes at him, I shook my head and headed for the Sunny.

Luffy apparently found a bunch of things he liked and wasted his allowance again, but it was nice seeing the whole crew practically on the main deck, dancing and laughing, Sanji serving drinks.

I decided to stick with Sanji, who was tending to me as if I really were a princess. I wasn’t so blue or angry, but I shouldn’t have given my hopes up.

“Want another glass, my love?” Sanji offered and I smiled at him:

“You’ve been treating me all day, dear. You stay put and enjoy yourself. I got it.

Heading to get more wine, I stopped as a request caught my attention:

“Mind bringing me a refill too? Since you wanna be so sweet?”

Zoro was sitting against the wall, holding up and empty bottle. I was conflicted but my soft spot for him softened some more, going to take it but it was snatched away.

“Don’t worry, Zoro. I know what you like.”

“I thought you haven’t seen each other since you were kids. Unless Zoro has been drinking since he was a child, I don’t know about that.”

Finally, something in me snapped, not tolerating Kuina’s fake attitude anymore.

For a change, she was speechless. Zoro looking at us confused, Kuina starting to show her true colors as she was breaking too:

“What did I tell you earlier?”

“Guy, hold up,” Zoro quickly rose to his feet, but I ignored him again, raising my voice:

“Why don’t you tell me again? Tell everyone for that matter! Especially Zoro, who’s eating up all you’re fake bullshit!”

“Y/N!” Zoro tried pulling me back, but I swatted him away, silence falling with all eyes on Kuina and I.

“I’ve had enough,” Kuina was bold, pulling out and wielding her sword, “Y/N, I challenge you to a duel.”

“Nothing Id love more,” I smirked, circling around the deck while wielding my katana, “You’re going to regret this, Kuina.”

“Y/N! KUINA! STOP THIS NOW!” Zoro was pissed, but shocked by the anger he’s never seen from me:

“YOU BUD OUT OF THIS!”

“For once, she’s right,” Kuina agreed, taking her stance, “I won’t bother to lie. I’ve never liked you and I will finish you.”

Everyone was in pure shock and I was done talking, only motioning her with a finger and as she charged me, one swing of my sword, striking hers, sent her flying into the wall.

Needing to pick herself up, there was fire of anger in her eyes meanwhile, I stayed composed, not even a hitch in my breath.

Blinded by anger and charging me again, we exchanged one clash before I knocked her to the ground, sword falling out of her hand.

She was quick enough to grab it. Rolling back just to get met with a strong hit from me that nearly knocked her down.

Able to regain balance, she went to strike me, but the moment she rose her katana, I sliced it in two, breaking it and sending it flying into the wall. 

“I’m done wasting my time with you,” I growled, putting my katana away as she kneeled before me, “You’re no match for me.” 

“Holy shit,” I heard Zoro whisper, that making me chuckle, ready to return to my wine, but freezing as everyone gasped. 

There was this sharp, pierecing burn in my stomach, shaking as I looked down, blood oozing out of me as Kuina pretended to stand but rammed her ragged blade through my stomach, close to my belly button. 

“Y/N!” Everyone yelled, Kuina hiding the space between us to twist while pulling out her broken blade, making me fall to my knees instantly, Zoro screaming:

“WHAT THE HELL, KUINA?!” 

“Oh my god,” She tried playing little miss angel again, even putting on fake shaking, “It was an a-accident.”

“Accident my ass!” Luffy screamed, running to my side along with Chopper and Zoro, Zoro making it to me first. 

“Don’t worry, I have you.”

Before he could touch me, I slapped his hand away, holding my wound with pressure and snapping:

“Don’t you touch me!” 

Managing to make it to my feet, it was hard to ignore chopper who was only trying to help:

“That’s a deep wound! Please let me-“

“I’m fine,” I groaned, staring at Kuina, “I’ve been through far worse.” 

Blocking Kuina from my sight, Zoro had his back turned but I could tell how pissed he was, screaming at Kuina:

“What Luffy said! Accident my ass! You were trying to kill her! You were taught better than that. I can’t believe you! Get out of here! Leave!” 

“Right now!” Luffy added, Zoro’s last words making me tear up:

“I don’t want to see your face ever again.” 

I didn’t imagine him saying something like to her, but the last thing I needed was more drama, biting my lip as the pain started to kick in and Chopper was right, this was deep and bleeding more than expected. 

While everyone was distracted by Zoro’s yelling, I limped to my room, tossing my shirt and getting my first aid kit. 

I was able to stop the bleeding and just as I expected, I needed stitches. Nothing to numb it either. 

Putting a towel between in my mouth, I got a needle ready, starting to stitch but hearing the door open:

“The least you can do is let one of us help you, Y/N.” 

Shutting the door and seeing that I had stitching started, he rushed over: 

“I got it. Bite the towel if you have-“ 

“I don’t need your help,” I muffled, watching as I stitched carefully, biting the towel as the pain increased some. 

“You just don’t want it, and why?” He barked at me and I had enough, spitting the towel out and yelling:

“Because! For days now, you’ve been an complete dick head, ignored me, and all for that stupid Kuina, who just tried to MURDER ME!” 

Standing there silent, I didn’t stop there:

“I get it! You haven’t seen her since her since you were a kid but how LONG have we been friends, huh? All we’ve done together! DOES THAT MEAN NOTHING TO YOU?!” 

There were tears streaming down my face, but rage still all over it, straining my voice:

“She’s threatened and bullied the hell out of me from the second we met and you didn’t notice a got damn thing! Some friend you are, huh?

I was an emotional wreck, crying more as I admitted, “and to think I actually love your dumbass.” 

As I was crying, I felt blood on my stomach, looking down and seeing that I made my wound bleed some again, patting it away then stitching it as Zoro stood there looking stupid. 

“Will you just leave?” I sighed as I finished, “I need to shower and clean this up.”

“No,” He breathed in, squatting to me, “I messed up and I feel like shit, seeing that this is what it took to realize what was going on.”

“Serves you right,” I murmured, trying to stand but sitting back down from the pain, Zoro fixing me back on the bed softly, sitting next to me.

“You know that I love you too, right?” He whispered, my eyes about popping out of my head as he confessed, “I’m sorry and I don’t know how I could ever make this up to you. I was stuck in the past when I reunited with her and it blinded me and my judgement. You can be mad at me, I understand. Know that you’re right. We’ve spent a lot of time together and I cherish those moments more than you know.”

Zoro wasn’t the type to talk like this unless he was serious, his every word making tears stream down my face more. 

I knew he wasn’t lying, I could see it in his eyes. All of these emotions, the pain from my wound, it was all too much, needing one thing and getting that as I wrapped my arms around his neck, Zoro hugging me back delicately. 

“I love you,” He whispered, brushing his nose against mine and kissing me. 

I had to press my lips hard to believe this was real, and it surely was, melting as his lips parted a bit and came right back, soft and full of passion. 

“I love you too, Zoro,” I whispered back, needing to breath, but feeling at ease as he gave one more kiss, sitting up:

“Now, you stay here and trying to ease up. I’ll clean you up.”

The massive weight that I felt was on my shoulders finally started to ease away into nothing. Zoro did as he said, helping me clean up, then even stayed in bed with me as I surely needed the sleep. 

In the morning, as I expected, Chopper came in to check on me along with Nami. 

“Wow, you stitched this well,” Chopper complimented, leaving some medicine and herbal tea, “These should help you heal quickly.” 

“I don’t doubt it,” I smiled, patting his head, “I’m feeling better already.” 

“I don’t understand how you guys have superhuman bodies. You got stabbed, you know?” Nami was only concerned, but that made me laugh, shrugging:

“I don’t get it either, but I’m grateful. Thanks again guys.” 

“Yeah, I got her,” Zoro came in, holding something behind his back, “Now that I’m back.” 

I must’ve slept well. I didn’t even realize that he left, looking to try and see what he was hiding. 

“Mhm,” Nami side eyed at him, leaving with Chopper and once they were gone, I asked:

“Whatcha got there?” 

He was fighting a smile as he sat next to me, showing me a sheath.

“It’s the katana that I thought you’d like at the swordsmith’s. I spent what I had left just so you could have it.” 

“Zoro-“ I cooed, touched by his gift, in awe as I slowly pulled out the katana, seeing that the blade was red. It was beautiful, “You sure know my taste. I’m in love with this.” 

“I knew you’d love it,” He smirked, teasing, “Better start training with it as soon as you can.” 

“Hell, I will right now. I feel fine!” I was actually excited, ready to get up, but Zoro took my hand, putting the katana away:

“Maybe later.” 

“What? You have other plans?” I wondered, oblivious till he made his next move and kissed me. 

“You’re gonna be my girl?” He whispered between kisses, nodding slowly as I kissed back, carefully laying me back on the bed, throwing his shirt off in the process, “You sure you feel just fine?” 

“Oh, I’m sure,” I murmured while admiring his massive chest and toned abs, already helping with my hands on my shorts. 

“Good,” He hummed, taking my shorts for me, burying his head between my thighs the second my panties were gone. 

“O-Ooh,” I moaned shakily, biting my lip as his lips closed around my clit, hands holding me carefully, but tongue working into me with his beastly instincts. 

 After so much of his tongue fucking me, I was whining and shaking, a higher pitch in my voice making him pick his head up. 

“You-“

“Don’t stop,” I said quickly, panting softly as my high was starting to drift away, “I was so close.”

“Oh,” He snickered, head dipping back down, “Let me make it up to you, then.” 

“Pleaseee-“ I whined, thighs trapping his head this time as his tongue went after my clit again, making the high I was feeling before come right back, “Yeah, that’s it, Zoro!” 

He watched my every move as my hands went above my head, gripping onto the pillow, breathless as my orgasm flowed over, his humming while eating it right up making me shake. 

Sitting up, he rubbed the shake in my thighs away, hand slipping between my legs, slowly adding a finger, then a second, pumping softly. 

“Gonna let me love you some more, hm?” He whispered, looking down to meet my eyes as they opened, moaning softly at his fingers, but responding:

“What are you waiting for?” 

It was a lot to process that this was happening, but wanting it, wanting him more than anything like I always have, chest heaving at the sight of him naked. 

Not sure if it was a hex or if I was just madly in love with him, but I felt like I was in a different world, his eye staring deep into mine while coming to me, noses nuzzling with he positioned himself, pushing in.

“F-Fuc-“ I hissed through my teeth, the friction so strong already, that hiss melting into moans as he worked his cock into me with few inches at a time. 

“You can take it, baby,” He cooed, kissing at my neck, promising, “I’ll keep taking it easy.” 

Looking up as I shook my head, even he was a bit astonished by how my wound wasn’t affecting me in the slightest, telling him:

“I want all of it.”

Up straight and watching carefully, he fed every inch of his cock with a slow thrust, barely pulling back as he started rolling his hips at a steadier pace, smirking as I fell into deeper thoughts, spreading my legs wider and throwing out:

“Faster, Zoro.” 

“Faster, huh?” He huffed, creating a shake in the bed as he did so, having my head nodding frantically, just a small series of those thrusts making another orgasm run after me. 

“Uh huh!” The burn I was feeling was the best I ever felt, walls clenching him hard and my hands shooting out to grab him. 

Wrapping my arms around his head, he gave me the contact that I needed so badly, knowing I was close again, sneaking his arm up to hold my chin: 

“Look at me.” 

Doing as so, I never felt such a deep connection between us before, eyes swelling with tears as he panted out with some soft groans:

“I love you.” 

“I love you too, Zor-,” I meant that whole heartedly, but words being broken up by the moans signally my orgasm, “Zoro-oh! Oh!” 

With his lips smacking against mine, I held his shoulders so tight my nails dug into him a little, air stuck in my chest, gasping hard against his lips as my walls pulsated then let my slick smother his cock, dropping limp from how hard it hit me. 

“Damn, Y/N,” He huffed, buried deep inside of me with his head rested against mine.

“I just got an idea,” I whispered, making us both laugh as he looked for an answer, “This should be our new training.” 

“I’m just that good huh?” He laughed, kissing me and I nodded with a smile as I kissed back:

“You are and I love it.” 

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Can i request rottmnt platonic child!fem! Reader & April one-shot?

April sign up to babysit reader for hours from 3 pm to 8 pm, however reader manage to escape from the apartment thanks to mayhem teleporting her accidentally, so now April go on a wild goose chase to find reader before her mom (reader's mom) come home.

Babysitting Disaster

April + gn!reader

Warnings: kids, losing said child, swearing, kinda short

A/N: This was gonna be posted yesterday, but I was just not feeling good.

Everything was going well. In April's opinion at least. She headed over to babysit you right after her last class and you were a pretty easy kid. You were quiet, respectful, and sweet. April immediately thought that she'd babysit you again if there was ever a need.

You and Mayhem got along really well, playing with each other. For the first time in a while, Mayhem was being friendly with someone else (he doesn't hate the turtles but doesn't really like them either).

Right after dinner though, she was cleaning up when April saw a flash of light. She wondered for a moment if Leo just showed up and went to check it out. But she didn't see anything when she went into your room. In fact, she didn't hear anything either. At first she thought nothing of it, you were a quiet kid.

Soon though, she realized you weren't in the apartment at all. Neither was Mayhem. "Shit..." April grabbed her jacket and rushed out. She had no clue where Mayhem could've teleported them, but she did know someone who might be able to help.

"You're conversing with Donatello." April hears as she finally makes it out of the apartment building.

"So... Remember how I was babysitting that toddler?" April asks, hearing his brothers in the background so they'll probably hear her predicament. Donnie hums in acknowledgement. "Mayhem may or may not have accidentally teleported them somewhere..."

"You're telling me you lost a kid?" Donnie snorts. April hears his brothers stop talking for a moment.

"April lost a kid?" Raph asks, his voice full of worry and concern.

"Technically..." April closes her eyes, waiting for Raph or even Mikey and Leo to yell at her. But all she hears is a heavy sigh.

"Sigh... I guess I can look at any crazy activity and hopefully find the kid." Donnie huffs, making his way to his lab. "You're lucky I figured out how to track that mystic stuff."

"If we're able to catch them in like... An hour, that'd be fantastic." She pleads, starting to walk down the street.

"Yeah, yeah..." Donnie waves off her concern, getting the system running. "The others are coming to hopefully help, but knowing them..."

Donnie stayed at the lair while his brothers joined April in her search. Someone had been close a few times, but ultimately Mayhem teleported himself and you away. April was growing desperate and scared that she wouldn't get you home before your mom got home.

Thankfully, Leo's portals saved the day. He managed to separate you and Mayhem. Leo teleported April, himself, and you back to the apartment.

"Thanks, guys." April let out a relieved breath when Leo placed you back in her arms. She took you to bed while Leo and the boys went home. She tucked you in tight. "You scared me, you could've gotten hurt. Next time, stay where you are and I'll find you, okay?" April tells you sternly, but her voice is still soft.

You fall asleep not long after and April finishes cleaning up before your mom comes home. Next time, Mayhem was staying home.