#wc: 913

[adverbally]

Intention

Written for the @stmarchmm prompt “courting rituals” | wc: 913 | rated: T | cw: none | tags: Steddie, Steve & Wayne, omega Steve, alpha Eddie, alpha Wayne, early relationship, asking permission to court, non-traditional relationship dynamics

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Steve hesitates on the Munsons’ front porch. The trailer is familiar and comforting with its worn screen door and peeling paint, the warm light and organized chaos he knows to be hidden inside. This place has become more of a home to him than the house he grew up in.

He doesn’t want to lose that now.

But he thinks about Eddie nervously asking him on their first real date, hiding his grin behind the lock of hair he tugged across his face when Steve said yes; the way Eddie’s eyes had sparkled in the glow of the streetlight outside Steve’s house when he dropped him off after dinner, just before he leaned in for the best first kiss Steve has ever had; how Eddie had carefully brushed his wrist along the cuff of Steve’s sweater so he could still smell Eddie’s smoky ginger scent for the rest of the evening.

Steve wants that, all of that and more. The promise of that has to outweigh the fear of screwing everything up.

He knocks on the door.

It feels like an eternity before Wayne answers, already dressed in his work clothes for that evening’s shift. He seems surprised to see Steve, but he pushes open the screen door between them and waves him inside anyway. “Did Ed not tell you he has band practice? He should be home soon but you’re welcome to wait.”

“No, I…” Steve takes a deep breath and stuffs his hands in his jeans pockets so he doesn’t start fidgeting with his jacket zipper. “I wanted to talk to you, actually, if you have a minute?”

Wayne looks even more baffled now but gestures for Steve to take a seat in one of the mismatched chairs surrounding the small dining table. He doesn’t join him immediately, instead going into the kitchen and silently filling two glasses with water from the tap. When he returns, he sits in the seat across from Steve and slides one of the cups over to him.

“Thanks.” Steve’s mouth is so dry that his tongue sticks to the roof of his mouth, but he’s not sure he can take a drink without spilling or choking on it. Not until he says what he needs to say. Keeping his gaze on the scratched tabletop, he begins, “I think you probably know why I’m here.”

“I think so,” Wayne agrees. “And I think you know I need to hear you say it anyway.”

Steve nods, thinking of Eddie’s spicy warm scent to steel himself. “Eddie said you’re not very traditional. Your family, I mean. He offered to do this because he thought I wanted to do it, and I know he would’ve, but my dad…” He cuts off his rambling with a shake of his head. “Sorry, I’m nervous. Eddie said I shouldn’t be–”

“Steve. Take a breath.”

He does, then sips from his glass. Wayne doesn’t say anything while Steve gathers his thoughts for a long moment. Finally, he speaks again, deliberately. “Eddie is incredible. I care about him. I want to be with him.” It’s a gross understatement but if he starts elaborating, he might never stop. “I don’t give a shit what my dad thinks, but it matters to me what you think. Because it matters to Eddie. You’re the most important person in his life. He’s an adult and he can make his own decisions, so I’m not asking for permission, but… I wanted to inform you of my intention to court your nephew.”

Wayne nods, a slight tilt of his head acknowledging Steve’s declaration. “I accept it.”

“Okay.” He nods back, taps his fingers along the side of his water glass, listening to the quiet ping of his nails on its surface. “Thank you.” It’s almost disappointing how anticlimactic this was. He had stressed over it for days, and Wayne just… accepts him, just like that?

Like he can read Steve’s mind, Wayne leans closer. “You’re a good kid, Steve. You saved Ed’s life, you make him happy, you take care of that pack of kids. I think you’re good for him. Mellow him out some.”

“Yeah?” The compliment makes him warm from head to toe. Steve grins down at the table. “I think he’s good for me too.”

Wayne drains the last of the water in his glass. “I’d’ve given my permission, too, if you’d asked. Not that you need it.” He rises from his chair with a groan. “I gotta head to work now, but you’re welcome to wait for Ed. Make yourself at home.”

Steve stands as well, accepting the handshake Wayne offers him. “Thanks again, sir, I appreciate it.”

“Call me Wayne, son.” His mouth twists in a wry smile. “I have a feeling we’ll be seeing a lot of each other.” He claps a hand on Steve’s shoulder, then shrugs on his coat. “Make sure you’re being safe, now. I’m not ready to be a granddad yet.”

Wayne can surely see him blushing as Steve stammers, “No, we— I mean, we haven’t, I’m not—” When he realizes Wayne is fighting back his smile, he sighs, embarrassed but relieved to be in on the joke. “Okay, laugh it up.”

He waves to Wayne from the doorstep, watches the beat-up old truck kick up dust until it turns onto the asphalt outside the trailer park. The alpha’s scent lingers in the trailer, more woodsy than Eddie’s but still warm. Familiar.

Steve thinks he could get used to it.

[clockwayswrites]

Didn't write the rest of this scene I've shared bits of or anything.

WC: 913, Masterpost Sometime after Danny meets Red Hood, before he plots.

Jason actually stopped on the stairs when he saw Danny. He was going down and Danny coming up, but the sight made Jason freeze rather than just stepping to the side like he normally would. Danny looked beyond exhausted. His usually perky hair was limp, the bags under his eyes were impressively dark, and he tripped over every step. Jason was half worried that while he had been away, Danny had gotten turned into a zombie.

Considering it was Gotham and the city already had Grundy (and Jason himself), it was a disturbingly valid concern.

“Midterms,” Danny mumbled several long moments after he had caught sight of Jason standing on the next landing up.

Okay, midterms made sense too.

(Nice not to have to clean up a zombie outbreak as soon as he was back in town.)

“Just starting, in the middle of, or over?”

“Over, thank the Ancients. Last paper turned in,” Danny said with a dramatic motion that made him wobble dangerously against the railing. Jason closed the gap between them nervously. “I’m gonna go… go… what’s the word?”

“Eat? Shower? Sleep?”

“That!” Danny snapped his fingers. “All of that. In some order, I guess.”

Jason reached out and gently took Danny’s arm. “Okay, Tuesday, I don’t know if I trust you not to slip in the shower and smash your pretty face in right now.”

“You think my face is pretty?”

Ignoring his blush, Jason moved past that fact quickly. “So how about you come up to my place. You can shower while I make you a snack and then you can lay down for a nap. When you wake up, I’ll have dinner ready.”

“Mm, dinner. I like dinner. I miss dinner,” Danny said dreamily.

Jason decided just to get them moving up the stairs. “When’s the last time you ate something more than granola bars and soup, Danny?”

“What day is it? Wait! I know this. Physics. T-R. Thursday!” Danny said. He was clearly very proud of himself.

“Food, Tuesday.”

“Yes please.”

Holding back a sigh, Jason carefully directed Danny up the stairs to the top floor. His things wouldn’t exactly fit Danny, but he was loathe to let the other out of his sight right then. He’d just make sure to grab sweats that had a drawstring on them. After Danny was asleep, he could make a quick run to the store to get some fresh things for dinner.

It was a bit of a juggle to keep a watchful arm around Danny and get his door unlocked and then relocked, but Jason managed before guiding Danny through the bedroom to the full bathroom.

“Stay.”

“Yes sir,” Danny quipped, words interrupted by the large yawn he took.

Once Jason was sure Danny would stay standing he pulled away to go dig out some clothing and a fresh towel, only to turn around and run into the dresser himself like he was the one sleep deprived. It was just that, well, Danny had started to strip and was already down to his boxers. It was a lot of skin on display and Jason couldn’t help but watch the play of freckles and scars across the shoulder blades.

That was… there were actually a concerning number of scars, for a civilian.

And the type of scars… a lot of those looked like burns and electrical scars. Several puncture wounds too. What was Danny getting into? Jason gripped tightened on the clothing in his hands. They needed to step up training.

“Clothing!” Danny cooed sleepily.

Jason shook himself out of his thoughts and delivered the clothing into Danny’s grabbing hands. “Be careful in the shower. I’ll be outside the door in case you fall.”

“I’m fine,” Danny said. “I’m not even bleeding!”

That really wasn’t reassuring.

“Still, be careful, Tuesday,” Jason said, making a quick exit as Danny started to pull down his boxers. He didn’t want Danny to remember all this after some food and sleep and feel like Jason had invaded his privacy or anything.

While the shower ran, Jason considered just what he could do for the snack. He thought he had some waffles he froze and he had to have some breakfast links in the freezer too, so pigs in blankets would be easy. No fresh fruit, but he had froze so a smoothie for vitamins and fluids. He might add some powdered mix to it also. Then he could tuck Danny in for a nap before he ran a quick trip to the grocery. A soup and some fresh bread would be nice and easy to keep warm for as long as Danny slept.

The shower shut off, Jason tried not to worry about the sounds of bumbling about, and then the door opened with a whoosh.

“Ta-da! I am still mostly alive!” Danny said triumphantly.

“I’m proud of you, Tuesday, a real accomplishment there.”

“Do I get a reward?” Danny asked, a hint of that feral smile that Jason had seen as Red Hood playing across his lips.

Jason cleared his throat. “Sure, you in a blanket, pigs in a blanket, and a smoothie.”

Danny hummed before nodding. “Deal.”

“So glad you agree,” Jason drawled as he deposited Danny on the couch and draped a red throw blanket around his shoulders. Jason leaned in a little to catch Danny’s eyes. “Now, stay.”

Danny wavered for a moment, leaning forward close enough to touch before he just slumped back into the couch with a wide yawn. “’Kay.”

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AN: I know you all have seen a few bits of this before, but finally got the rest of the parts done around it! There should prob be more after the last bit here, but wanted you all to finally have some Not!Writing again! Sorry for any issues, my fingers really are not doing what they should atm.

I no longer tag, but you can subscribe to the masterpost to be notified!

[drowsyapple]

hiiiiii i just had the worst day in a while lol 💔

so I'd like to humble request the cutest, fluffiest Caleb thing you could possibly think of 🥹

(I'm gonna do this on anon but we're moots, I'm just too shy and sad rn lol)

AWWWW ANON!! I HOPE YOUR DAY GETS BETTER <3 thank you so much for coming to me for a little pick me up :’) this is the first written work I’m putting out there (other than a headcanon) and it’s ALL FOR YOUUUUU <333 

For anyone else having a bad day, pls enjoy some domestic Caleb fluff :)) 

wc: 913

🍎🍎🍎

The rain pattered against the window in a steady, melancholic rhythm, matching the heavy weight in your chest as you trudged through the door of your shared apartment. Your day had been a relentless parade of frustrations—missed deadlines, a spilled coffee, and a crushing sense of loneliness that clung to you no matter how hard you tried to shake it.  

You kicked off your shoes with a sigh, not even bothering to turn on the entrance light as you shuffled inside. The apartment was dim, the gray afternoon light casting long shadows across the living room. You just wanted to collapse onto the couch and disappear into the cushions, letting the day dissolve into nothingness.  

But then, a warm, familiar scent curled into your senses. Vanilla, apple, and cinnamon. Your nose twitched, and your tired eyes flickered toward the kitchen.  

And there he was.  

Caleb stood by the stove, humming softly to himself as he stirred something in a pot, his broad shoulders relaxed, his movements effortless. The golden glow of the stove light haloed him in soft warmth, making the scene feel almost dreamlike. He hadn’t noticed you yet, too focused on whatever he was making, but the sight of him alone was enough to make your throat tighten.  

You didn’t realize you were crying until a tear slipped free, rolling down your cheek.  

A soft clink of the spoon against the pot. Caleb turned, and his entire expression shifted the moment he saw you. His purple eyes widened, then softened with instant understanding.  

“Oh, sweetheart,” he murmured, abandoning the stove in an instant.  

You barely had time to wipe at your face before his arms were around you, pulling you into his chest. His embrace was warm, solid, safe—like coming home after being lost in a storm. You buried your face against him, fingers curling into the fabric of his sweater as the dam finally broke.  

“I’m sorry,” you mumbled, voice muffled against him. “I don’t even know why I’m crying—”  

“Shhh,” he soothed, one hand cradling the back of your head while the other rubbed slow circles between your shoulder blades. “You don’t have to explain. Just let it out, ‘kay? I’ve got you.”  

His voice was so tender, so unwavering, that it only made you cling tighter. He didn’t push, didn’t ask for answers—just held you, his heartbeat steady beneath your ear, his presence a silent promise that you weren’t alone.  

When your sobs finally quieted into shaky breaths, Caleb gently tilted your chin up, his thumb brushing away the last of your tears. His eyes searched yours, full of nothing but warmth and concern.  

“Bad day?” he asked softly.  

You nodded, sniffling. “The worst.”  

His lips curved into a small, understanding smile. “Well, lucky for you, I happen to be an expert in bad-day remedies.”  

You huffed a weak laugh. “Oh yeah?”  

“Mhm.” He pressed a kiss to your forehead before guiding you toward the couch. “First step: comfort.”  

Before you could protest, he had already grabbed the softest blanket from the basket nearby, draping it over your shoulders like a cape. Then, with exaggerated care, he fluffed a pillow and placed it in your lap.  

“Second step,” he continued, straightening up, “sustenance.”  

He disappeared into the kitchen for a moment before returning with a steaming mug. The rich, sweet scent of hot chocolate, real hot chocolate he made from scratch, filled the air. You accepted it gratefully, the warmth seeping into your chilled fingers.  

Caleb knelt in front of you, his hands resting on your knees as he peered up at you with those endless amethyst eyes. “Third step,” he said, voice dropping into a playful whisper, “distraction.”  

You raised a brow. “What kind of distraction?”  

His grin turned mischievous. “The best kind.”  

Before you could react, his fingers skated up your sides, tickling mercilessly. You shrieked, nearly spilling your drink as you writhed away, laughter bursting out of you despite your earlier gloom.  

“Caleb! Stop—!” you gasped between giggles.  

He relented, but not without pressing a smug kiss to your nose. “There’s that smile,” he murmured, satisfied.  

You swatted at him half-heartedly, but your chest felt lighter already.  

Caleb settled beside you on the couch, pulling you into his side as you sipped your hot chocolate. The rain continued outside, but now it felt cozy rather than oppressive, the sound blending with the quiet hum of the apartment.  

“You know,” he said after a moment, fingers idly playing with your hair, “I was thinking we could order takeout tonight. That new place you like. And maybe put on that terrible rom-com you pretend you don’t love.”  

You tilted your head to look at him. “You’d subject yourself to that?”  

He smirked. “For you? Absolutely.”  

Your heart swelled. This man—this impossibly kind, patient, loving man—had a way of making even the worst days feel bearable.  

You set your mug aside and turned fully toward him, cupping his face in your hands. His expression softened, his eyes flickering between yours.  

“Thank you,” you whispered.  

He leaned in, pressing his forehead to yours. “Always.”  

And just like that, the world felt right again.  

[cinnamostar]

blankets and kisses

pairing : chan x gn!reader

summary : the bitter iciness of winter wore you down, yet your boyfriend knew how to melt away your sorrows

wc : 913

cw : alludes to seasonal depression, established relationship, comforting bf chan, fluffy, not proof read

a/n : this was entirely self indulgent LMAO sorry if formatting is bad though, im on my phone and wrote this kinda quickly bc i felt inspired hehe . also im floridian so i know nothing abt snow or winter so i did my best

in the hushed whispers of the night, you found yourself yearning his comforting embrace, a closeness you always craved and yearned for. the chilling zephyrs brushing against your skin, your hair bellowing in response as you shiver under the icy winds the harsh winter always brought in its company.

you couldn’t bear this season alone, it was taxing to repeat the same mundanity and solitude adulthood had introduced you to. daylight was always so fleeting and witnessing it had become a luxury during these cold months.

it was always the same deep blue morning sky that greeted you as you made your way to work, and after eight grueling hours, the same sky would be waiting to be welcome you once more, except this time with the sun rays barely peeking out from the edge of the sky. you hated this time of year, and you could never understand the holiday joy and excitement everyone seemed to buzzing with around you. what was there to enjoy?

the weather was unpleasant, the low temperatures of the world pricking the tip of your nose as you briskly made your way home, trudging your way through the light sheets of snow that covered the sidewalks. the glacial breeze never relented its attacks on you, always piercing through the layers of warmth you adorned yourself with.

the lack of sunlight allowed dreary, dark clouds take over your mind as you surrendered yourself to exhaustion. how much longer would your days be like this? how much longer would the wintry season plague your mind with somber thoughts?

you crack for the door open to your shared apartment, basking in its inviting warmth that provided you refuge from the world you had just shut behind you. the comforting smell of fresh linen making its presence known as a grateful smile graces your features. you gently place your bag on the small side table, shedding the layers of coats you had worn to endure freezing winds, not caring that they’d remain on the floor.

your mind was too focused on finding solace and reprieve to worry about your belongings as your feet dragged you to your living room. your own personal source sunshine that kept your afloat during these difficult times was waiting for you on the sofa, his head turning to your direction once he heard the pitter patter of your steps.

a smile stretches across his face, his eyes becoming crescents as he lifts himself off the couch to meet you half way.

“hi baby,” chan whispers as his arms envelope you, a chaste kiss landing on your forehead, melting away the restricting stiffness the icy winds had diseased you with. the tension in your muscles loosen under his summery touch, your mind relaxing knowing you had found safety in his arms once again.

“hi,” was all you could muster out, your sleepiness catching up to you as your heavy eyelids flutter shut, snuggling your head into his chest, taking in the comforting thumping of his heartbeat.

chan’s hand found itself resting atop your head, his other drawing gentle circles on your back, “i warmed up some blankets for us to cuddle up in,” he spoke, “i think you deserve some rest.” he knew this time of year was suffocating for you and without fail, he found ways to bring light and warmth into your gloomy world, whether it was through gentle words or acts of love, he was the healing your ailing mind needed.

his words were soothing to your worn-down soul, a small smile appearing on your face as you peer into his eyes, chin resting on his chest. “that sounds so nice, thank you, chan,” you feebly mutter.

without skipping a beat, chan swiftly lifts you up, carrying you to your bedroom as a hearty giggle escapes him, you squealing at the unexpected action. he softly drops you atop the bed, the sheets rippling under the sudden weight as you lost yourself to a fit a giggles, blood rushing to your face as you succumbed to the bustling butterflies that made themselves home in your stomach. chan lays himself next to you, hastily pulling a toasty blanket over your bodies. his arms pull you into him, your body fitting snuggly into his as his leg rests over yours. he cups your face with one hand as his lovingly gazes into your eyes, his eyes sparkling with adoration as he drank in every detail before peppering your face with kisses.

airy laughs continue to leave both of you, overwhelming you as each kiss tickles your flustered skin, leaving burning warmth and desire behind each kiss as your eyes squeeze shut. after bearing his feverish affection, he then places one last, languid kiss on your lips, lingering for a few moments before pulling away, beaming at your dazed state.

“i love you, y/n.”

“i love you too, chan.”

despite the brutal winter season that sapped the happiness out of you, as long as you had chan by your side, you knew you’d be able to uncover the joyful glee everyone else seemed to have. his very presence shooed away the heavy snow clouds that darkened your thoughts, rays of sunshine peaking out to thaw out the icy shell that encased your heart, reminding you that this too shall pass. somehow, in the midst of harsh snowstorms, he was a blooming flower that emanated infectious jubilation, and you were blessed to be able to bask underneath it.

[stxrbxster]

If you do angst, what about curly suffering through having to watch his beloved be killed by jimbotron while he can’t even so much as move?

Happy Halloween!

So Close, Yet So Very Far (Mature)

curly x gn!reader

c/w - gore, murder, body horror, jimmy

synopsis - after swansea puts an end to daisuke's suffering jimmy snaps. unfortunately, when he goes to the medbay to find the gun, he's met with you.

a/n - OOOOOO i love writing angst even though i'm kinda doodoo at it. sorry if its a touch graphic, and double sorry for taking so long to get it written.

wc - 913

(image not mine)

"close your eyes, daisuke..." swansea rasps, his voice filled with a aching sorrow. his knuckles whiten from the painfully tight grip he holds on his axe as he swings it down, the crunching of daisuke's scull making a sickening echo as blood spatter covers the both of them.

you can't bare the sight, a violent, shaking gag forces through your throat, almost bringing you to your knees as you run from the room. your steps are violent, heavy on the metal floors of the hallways as you make your way to the medbay, gasping for air between sobs of shock horror. you collapse to you knees in front of curly's bed, the sight of anya's body slumped beside you sending you even deeper into hysterics as you clutch desperately at the bloody sheets in front of you, shaking as you listen to the violent shouting from the common area.

curly's eye follows you as you collapse in front of him, the agony of his mere existence combining with the panging of horrified guilt in his chest. he wishes he could look away, wishes he could squeeze his eyes shut and disappear under his blankets like he would when he was a little boy. but, despite the pathetic smallness he felt in his current state, he is not a little boy. he is painfully aware of this fact as your body is raked with sobs on the floor below him, the fact that he is a man.

"curly..." you sputter between sobs, your nails nearly ripping the fabric of the sheets you clutch so tightly, your knuckles turning white. "oh my god. curly-" you choke put, only to cut yourself off with a harsh gag, retching forward as you nearly puke. "we're done for, aren't we?"

he can feel his heart shatter to pieces in his chest, your pain and fear making his body throb harder than it ever has since the crash. he strains, trying in vain to reach for you, to hold you as pained groans push from charred lips.

your puffy eyes flicker up to him, another harsh sob tearing from your throat as you fully take in the sight. you feebly reach for his gown, hands balling desperately around the bloodstained fabric as you fall into hysterics, the sound of heavy boots thumping against the hall's metal floors ringing in your ears.

you hear them, swansea and jimmy, and their struggling. jimmy’s crazed screaming, rambling about how he’ll ‘fix this’ mixing with swansea’s muffled cursing makes your head spin. you’re so lost in your own mind, your own spiraling thoughts of doom that you don’t even notice when that loud thumping comes to a stop behind you.

“y/n.” jimmy rasps and you jerk back, hands covering mouth in a laughably stupid attempt to protect yourself. you hardly notice the blood dripping from jimmy’s face pooling in the floor. it confuses you, if only for a moment.

jimmy was nowhere close enough to daisuke when swansea… who’s blood is that?

“jimmy, please.” you mutter, voice hoarse and weak as you feebly attempt to stand, to put yourself between him and curly. you could feel him shake behind you, the love of your life reduced to a writhing, groaning mess of red.

“move.” jimmy said simply, taking a sure step towards you with such an air of confidence it made your stomach tighten. his eyes were impossibly small, his pupils like pinpricks.

“i-i can’t do that, jim. p-please just-“ you sputter, giving your best effort at what can only be described as a pathetic attempt to beg before he takes another step, closing the distance between you. he reaches up, bloody hand grasping roughly at your chin as he tilts your head up and forces you to look at him, his unbearably minty breath pulling tears to the corners of your eyes.

“i always liked you, (y/n).” he says, a terrible grin pulling at his lips. he says it so warmly, so genuinely it terrifies you. the fact he could speak so casually, so kindly while your friends blood drips from his face into yours nearly makes you gag.

“it’s such a shame,” he continues, that same deceptively warm tone making your head swim as his grip tightens. “if only your dear captain curly had done his FUCKING JOB-“ he shoves you by your jaw, slamming you into the medbay’s counter with so much force you hear the granite crack with your skull. “none of this would be happening.”

you slink to the ground, mouth filling with blood as the edges of your vision fade. you can hear curly gasp, distorted, mangled sound of fear and worry tearing through his burned throat as he desperately writhes.

you try to move, to scream, to run, but nothing happens. nothing but a strangled, garbled groan passes your lips as jimmy saunters over to you, hand resting on the countertop above you. he laughs, chuckles that cold, bitter laugh that you’ve become so accustomed to, before he lifts his foot, reeling back his steel-toed boot and smashing into your skull without a second glance until your skull crunches and dips with no give.

once he’s finished, once he sees that your chest has quit heaving and your body’s stopped it’s twitching he sighs. a deep breath in through his nose and out through his mouth before he turns back to curly, still screaming and attempting to flail.

“don’t worry, captain. i’ll fix it.”

[genandguice]

── 𝜗𝜚 billy’s girl 𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘬𝘪𝘥

⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ summary: 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 & 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵

⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ warnings: 𝘷𝘰𝘺𝘦𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘴𝘮, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨

⋆.˚⟡ ࣪ wc: 913

it me… your fave bi-yearly poster… if u have sent me an ask i am so sorry much love. first billy post tho god bless isn’t he beautiful

you got fresh & bold. that was your mistake.

“keep your eyes open.” billy commanded to you lowly, accented by the grip and tug of one of his gunpowder fragranced hands harsh on your jaw, forcing you to face the room, disregarding your pitiful, crumbling whines. “don’t even think about closin’ em. i’ll know. watch them.”

you could feel his sharp gaze slide to you, soaking up every twitch in your brow, quiver of your lips, jerk of your hips atop his lap, - but most of all, making sure you were obeying; keeping those (watery) ‘big, purty angel eyes’ on your audience.

billy’s nimble fingers slide between your soaked folds, spreading them wide enough for every man around the table to see how pathetically you clenched and creamed for him. he glides over your clit, again, and again, and again, and for a moment your struggling moans are all that fill the air, clinging to the tension of every man’s resistance to acting on their own arousal.

“ain’t she the prettiest little thing you ever seen, boys?” he spoke louder now, leading the room in this display as easily as he led them into battle.

“billy,” you whisper, shamefully, uncontrollably rolling your hips into his hand. the whole night you had only been desperate to be alone with him, and he punished you by withholding exactly what you needed in the cruelest way. you hear him sigh, slow & hot against your neck, sense how his eyes close in the slightest moment of weakness as he grinds his erection into the curve of your backside, just out of reach of where you craved it most.

still you whimper aloud at the feeling of it, expose yourself as nothing more than a filthy whore for him as you maneuver in any way you can to, by some kind of miracle, get him inside you.

with a heavy inhale his attention regrettably tears from you,

back to the men watching the whole scene play out.

his gaze is cold, devoid of life except the occasional mischievous glint in his eye, and his jaw is tight,

“y’all answer me,” his left hand leaves your jaw and drops to hang on the neckline of your dress. your breasts shake and threaten to fall free with every breath and whine, legs tremble with every swipe up through your folds and quick glide across your sensitive pearl, but billy’s eyes are steady on those of each man before him.

“who wants to see how pretty the rest of her is?” just then his finger sheaths inside you, fucking right into that perfect, deep spot that numbed your legs and arched your back with the ease of a key unlocking the door it was crafted for.

some of them try to hold eye contact with him, terrified of the repercussions of letting their eyes linger somewhere billy decided they shouldn’t. he welcomed them to look, encouraged them even, but even his most enthusiastic invitation struck them like a deal with death.

the rest greedily drink up every visible centimeter of your sweaty, flustered skin, knowing they’d never again be privy to such a scene.

but none of them dare to speak.

billy’s soft, ominous laugh sends a chill down your spine. “what do you think, doll?” he speaks to you, but still he watches in wait for one of his friends to crack. but with the way he fucks you, the way his palm rocks against your clitoris, skillfully working you toward your orgasm, you know you aren’t off the hook.

“think they’d take turns fuckin’ you if i gave ‘em a chance?”

his voice is raw with the growing weight of his own arousal, and the distant fog of his exasperation with your earlier antics that sparked it. “look at ‘em,” he’s whispering in your ear, holding you flush against him, forcing you to feel every twitch of his hand. “droolin’, squeezin’ their cocks in their pants, cause of you. they all want a taste of billy’s girl.”

your crystal-shattering tell-tale whimpers and spasming hips convince billy to gift you a break.

“i got news for you boys,” he speaks up, turning his gaze back to you, not capable of taking the chance of missing the sight of your face as you orgasm, should your pleasure take you over before he intended it.

“she won’t have any of you, no. cause she belongs to me. ain’t that right, doll? none of them can do what i can, can they?” his one hand glides up your chest to gently grasp your cheek, bringing your (beautiful, obedient) eyes to his.

“that’s why you’ll wait on me as long as it takes, won’t you? you’ll feel good when i say so, won’t you?”

so close to cumming, all you can see is billy, the rest of the room fading from your mind as it faded from your sight. you nod, viciously, desperate to please him, desperate to win your orgasm, but by the waiting look on his face, it isn’t enough. “yes, yes, billy,” you croak, voice hoarse and broken as your body is wracked.

“i’m yours, i’m yours,” you chant, praying for sweet release. he was right, after all, nobody could do to you what he could. he knew it, and he knew how badly you needed it.

and just to prove it to you, with a deep, grumbling sigh like a man thrice his age, he took his hand from your cunt.

cruel ending???? i’m so sorry. also sorry if there’s typos it’s 3am <3

[writing-rat]

Movie Sex

Pairings: Joey/Ana x Reader

Content Warning: Porn no plot, Strap-On Sex, Fingering, 18+ Content, Female Reader,

Summary: You decided to celebrate Joey/Ana's clean streak for her substance and drug abuse. Little did you know what see wanted to do.

WC: 913

Notes: Mi puta - My Whore

It was Joey’s second year of being clean and she was happy. She had a loving son (even though it took months for them to get closer) and a caring girlfriend. It was now Caleb’s 14th birthday and he was celebrating it at his best friend's house, leaving you and Joey alone, or Ana as you knew her as. You were currently on the couch waiting for her. She was sorting out popcorn and drinks as you would be watching one of her favourite films, Scream. After another minute, she finally entered the living room and sat the food and drinks down on the table before she sat down herself, an arm around your shoulder. Cuddling into it, you faced her and smiled. 

“Thanks, baby. You’re the best,” you spoke, still smiling at her.

“I try my best,” she responded with a shrug before her arm slowly went down from your shoulder to your lower back as she started the film. You knew what she was up to, and you couldn’t help but smirk. She was going to finger you right there since Caleb was gone. She wouldn’t risk it with Caleb around after all. 

“You want to fuck me while watching the film, hm?” you teased her, looking at her. Ana shrugged innocently. 

“Maybe I do, maybe I don’t,” she responded simply. You knew she did though. That was when she rubbed your thigh. You got closer to her before opening your legs up, glad you wore a pair of her gym shorts that were oversized on you. She loved it whenever you wore her clothes admittedly, it turned her on. She was smirking as she started to put her hand under the shorts, the film starting. You kept close to her, letting her hand trail under your (her) shorts. She was rubbing your thigh up and down, her hand slowly starting to trail upwards. 

After 5 minutes, she started to rub your crotch as you let out a few gasps of pleasure. You saw her smirk out the corner of her eye as she kept going, soon circling your clit. You couldn’t help the moan that slipped out of your mouth as your legs opened wider for her, her hand slowly pushing your underwear to the side as she touched you with no clothing in the way finally. It had taken what had felt like forever as she was pushing her middle finger in slowly. You let out a few moans as you threw your head back slightly, Ana smirking as she thrusted it inside more. She was determined to make you a horny mess in her own clothes. She wanted you to ruin the shorts, you could tell. You rode against her finger slightly as you were letting out small groans of pleasure, her entering a second one in slowly but surely.

You were still grinding against her fingers as she watched the film, her watching you every now and then as she could tell you were getting close from you clenching around her fingers. “Cum for me, mi puta,” she commanded. On command, you immediately came all over her fingers as well as in her shorts. She loved it obviously from the smile. 

“Thank you, Mommy,” you thanked her immediately, knowing she controlled your orgasms. You loved her control over you.

“Why don’t you sit on my lap pretty girl?” she asked you. You blushed as you nodded, doing as told. She slowly took off her jeans as she revealed her strap-on and the fact she was commando under her jeans. You let out a squeak of surprise but you weren’t complaining as you slowly started to grind against it, Ana slowly tugging the shorts and underwear down. “Such a slut,” she teased, causing you to whine. The film was long forgotten by now as she was quick to lift you and start to put you onto her strap-on. She loved watching you become her slut as she started to thrust inside of you, kissing your neck. You kept your head there, Ana slowly starting to pin you against the couch. She wanted to jackhammer into you already but she knew she couldn’t in that position. It would be too awkward so she would fuck you against the couch. She soon had you pinned against her weight and you knew you wouldn’t be able to get up. She was too strong for you after all, she worked out daily after the vampire incident. 

She was soon starting to thrust harder and faster, reaching deeper inside of you. You knew then it was the 8 incher instead of the 6 inch one. “So big, Mommy,” you moaned out loud as you arched your back. “Such a good girl for Mommy, taking my strap,” Ana teased, moaning in your ear as she was thrusting inside you faster than she ever had. You were a moaning mess for her, clenching around the strap-on. “Can I please cum?” you asked, feeling her hit your G-spot harder than she ever had. 

“Cum with me baby girl,” she moaned. You nodded, her doing 3 more thrusts before she moaned in your ear, getting harder before she soon came. You came with her, throwing your head back before she held you close.

“I love you,” she murmured. 

“I love you too,” you responded, kissing her cheek gently before you drifted off. Ana decided you could sleep, she would wake you up for food and water soon.

[moonlight-records]

Light Show Surprise | LS2 (HAC #2)

pairing: ls2 x reader

summary: your favorite activity during the holiday season is to go look at the holiday lights. thankfully, Logan knows just what to do.

warning: fluff!

fc: none!

wc: 913

a/n: day 2 of moonlight records holiday advent calendar!

day 1 | current day | day 3

The holiday season can truly be a fun but overwhelming time for people with how much they can do. From ice skating to s’mores making and even movie marathons. Some people prefer to shop or explore. Your favorite part of the holiday season was the light shows. It was the least overwhelming thing. Being able to just go around and look at all the beautiful lights and see how people decorate. Especially light shows.

Like last year when you went to the Jones Beach light show in New York. You were visiting friends and you all had decided at the last minute to go see the light show. The five of you packed into the car and headed down to the beach, getting a bit lost but eventually found the line of cars and booths to pay, which you all laughed about because it was right there how you guys missed it, you don’t know. You pay per vehicle and slowly drive through seeing all the different designs. Some highlights you saw last year were Barbie, dinosaurs, Santa, and some animals through your drive.

Then halfway through you can stop and get out for the rest room and to see the snack area. They have popcorn, hot chocolate, churros, water and more. They have tables and thankfully it’s indoors so it’s warm. Outside they have a makeshift ice rink along with some bonfire stations for s’mores and a giant Christmas tree to take pictures which you and your friends took advantage of. Then you guys hopped back into the car, the sunroof opened (cause your friend insisted on sticking his head out like a dog) before it was over and you guys went off to Applebees for half apps and drinks.

It was a great night. You hope you can do it again sometime.

“Babe!”

“Coming!”

You finish applying your mascara and come downstairs. Logan is standing by the front door and breaks into a grin as you come over. Wrapping his arms around you, he gives you a quick kiss. “Ready to go?”

“Yep!”

“Do you have everything?”

Opening your bag you go through your checklist. “Phone, wallet, keys, portable charger, headphones and gum and since you won’t tell me where we’re going,” you tease, “I think I have everything for tonight.”

“I don’t think so. I think you’re forgetting this.” Logan holds up your coat and you laugh as you put it on. “Now we’re ready.” Pulling back, Logan takes your hand and leads you out.

The car ride is delightful. You get to control the aux and you switch between singing and yapping poor Logan’s ear off as he drives. Logan tells you to close your eyes about five minutes away from the surprise. You do and even cover your eyes with your hands as you start asking questions about the surprise. Logan just laughs and tells you that you’ll find out soon enough.

You keep your eyes covered when the car parks and Logan comes over to help you out of the car. You let Logan gently guide you as you can make out other people talking. It feels like forever when you two finally stop. “Okay,” Logan says, “open your eyes.”

You open your eyes and blinks to adjust for the change of lighting. You gasp softly seeing all the lights around St. Augustine that you can see while standing at the Bay front near Castillo De San Marcos. You turn to Logan, eyes wide in awe. “Logan.” You start, at a loss for words.

“Surprise!” Logan grins.

“Oh Logan, this is wonderful!” You start, “though why are we kind of far?”

“Well, that’s why.” Logan gestures to the red carriage coming forward. The carriage stops in front of you two and Logan quickly talks to the driver to confirm the carriage for them before he climbs in and offers his hand to you before pulling you up. You immediately sit, cuddling up to Logan’s side as you take in the carriage and notice the flowers decorating the back before the carriage starts with a slight jerk as you cuddle in a bit closer.

The carriage was a 30 minute ride. The carriage didn’t go over bridges and really focused on downtown but it gave you two the best view of the lights around St. Augustine. You happily ramble softly to Logan as you take in the sights of the lights. You glance at Logan from time to time, when he points out lights that you missed or any cute dogs he’s spotted on the tour, or just listens to you ramble with the warmest smile.

When the two of you arrive back at the Bayfront Logan helps you out of the carriage before tipping the driver. You wait for Logan before smiling as he takes your hand and starts leading you back towards the lights. “Oh Logan, this is amazing,” you gush as you lean into your boyfriend’s side, smiling up at him.

“Good! I’m glad you enjoyed it.” Logan kisses his forehead, “now come on, we have to snag some photos. I think I improved on my boyfriend's duty of taking photos.”

“You really want to make up for your horrible Thanksgiving post, don’t you?”

“Noooooo…” Logan glances at you and smiles sheepishly, “maybe.”

You can’t help but laugh and steal a kiss from Logan, “you’re so cute and you’re lucky I am feeling such festive joy that we can go take photos.”

Logan grins, “perfect.”

[lualuabestningdungie]

I miss you, I’m sorry… -lee heeseung

Pairing exboyfriend!hee x gn!reader; genre second chance; warnings angst, mentions of injuries and blood, fluff ending; wc 913

-

A loud knock on your door interrupted your sleep. You looked around and checked the hour; 3 am. Why was someone knocking at this time?

You got up from bed and walked towards the door. Turning the doorknob, you peered through the side of the door. A heavy weight leaning on the door made it go open. You stepped back and you saw him.

Lee Heeseung, sitting on the entrance floor covered in blood.

“Heeseung- what the hell?” You kneeled beside him. “What happened to you?” Your hand cupped his face making him wince in pain shutting his eyes.

“Hey…” he half smiled.

You sighed. “Did you get into a fight?” He opened his eyes, but didn’t turn to look at yours.

“I did.” His head lowered. You could see bruises on his cheeks and a cut lip. The blood on his face was now smeared all over your hands.

“Why…?” You asked looking at him concerned. “What happened?”

“It’s not a big deal.” His voice came out in a raspy tone. “It’s nothing.” His lips trembled as he spoke.

You didn’t believe it by the concerned look on his face. He looked like he was holding back tears. You took his chin in your hand and made him look at you.

“Heeseung… tell me.” He sighed and looked away from your eyes.

“It was the only way you’d talk to me again.” He mumbled. Your hand fell from the grip on his chin. “I just wanted to see you again…”

“You’re crazy.” You were confused. Why would he do that? It's not really a surprise that he got into a fight. He used to get into fights all the time back when you two dated. Everyone told you he was dangerous and that he wasn't good for you.

"It's driving me crazy not to talk to you anymore..." He sighed, leaning his back against the doorframe. "You used to heal me wounds back then, after I got into fights." He chuckled bitterly.

Your heart ached at the memory of it. How he spend nights at your place for you to take care of him. How he asked you to sleep with you so he wouldn't feel alone, and how you started falling slowly for someone who everyone saw as dangerous.

"I can't be the one to heal your wounds anymore, Heeseung," you said, it hurt you as much as it hurt him. "You need to move on. You can't keep coming back."

"You don't mean that." He said, lifting his gaze and turning to face you.

You looked at him surprised by his words. "I do-"

He interrupted. "I know you don't, so stop pretending you don't love me anymore because i know it's a lie." He spoke firmly.

He was right. Love doesn't fade in just a few weeks. You missed him the way you thought you'd never miss anyone. He became a part of you, and when your parents forced you to leave him, you felt like the world was ending.

"Heeseung, it's not that simple," you tried to explain, your voice wavering. "Love doesn't erase the problems we had. We can't go back to the way things were."

"You don't sound like yourself." His words felt like daggers. "You sound like your parents." He sounded disappointed.

"I'm not my parents," you defended, sadness lacing your voice. "But we can't ignore the reality of our situation. Love alone isn't enough to fix everything. We need time and space to heal."

Heeseung's eyes bore into yours, searching for the person he once knew. "The yn I know wouldn't give up so easily. We fought for each other before. Why is it different now?"

"Heeseung, I'm not giving up. I'm trying to protect both of us. Our love doesn't have to be defined by pain and chaos. We deserve something healthier."

The cycle kept repeating itself. You felt like this conversation had already happened in the past. And the urge to ignore everything that happened and go back to him was killing you inside.

"You were the best thing in my life, yn. I don't want anything else because you were good to me. You made me better. Why didn't you see that? Why did your parents have so much power over your decisions?" He made a pause. "I'm going to ask you something, and I want the truth..."

You sighed and nodded.

"Do you still love me?" He asked, his voice was softer now. Before you could reply, he grabbed your chin delicately, making you look at him. And he spoke again. "Look at me, do you still love me?"

A tear roll down your cheek. "I do..."

Before you could react, he leaned forward closing the space between the both of you. His lips were soft on yours, the feeling you missed all this time was finally back. His lips moved slowly against yours, the taste of the blood on his lip made you pull away slowly.

"I love you, yn. I don't think I'll ever stop." He held your hand squeezing it slightly.

"I'm sorry, Hee..." Your eyes filled with tears as you leaned forward resting your head on the crook of his neck. His arms instantly wrapped around you, pulling you closer to him, just like he wanted. "I love you, I never stopped." You whispered against his skin.

"It's alright." He whispered soothingly.

That night, both of your hearts healed together the way they were supposed to.

-

Lua's note: Hello everyone :) I'm back from my small break. I just entered school again and I already feel so tired :/ i'll try my best to be active. Here's a small hee fic, bc i don't write enough enhypen. I love heeseung. anyway i hope you liked it. please reblog and interact with my posts, it helps a lot. <3

[slytherinshua]

BEAUTIFUL STRANGER

genre. slice of life. kind of open ending. warnings. none. pairing. fuma x fem!reader. wc. 913. request. requested by @heavenfilm for fuma inspired by beautiful stranger by laufey. a/n. i hope this fic like?? makes sense?? def heavily inspired by the song and doesn't have much plot but i think its cute :(

The train ride to work was more often than not, almost completely empty. You enjoyed the silence of being one of the 10 or 15 passengers travelling so early in the morning. It was pleasant. You usually took train 112 to your office, but it had recently gone out of business because of how little people it transported each way. A newer, fancier train had taken its place, going throughout the capital to many different stops. It was more cost-efficient, you had to admit, but you missed the quietness you once had on the one hour ride.

It was early in the morning when you boarded the compartment. The sun had barely been up for an hour, and you clutched your hot cup of coffee in your hands as you took a seat. Waiting patiently for the train to start moving, you started to people-watch to pass the time, scanning the unfamiliar faces of other passengers taking the same train, doubtless to one of the other stops.

There was a father reading a book about cars, and his son reading over his shoulder. Two teenage girls were talking to each other in whispers and giggles, most likely about a crush at school. There was a young woman staring out of the window, and in her hand was a small knitted baby hat. She looked sad, and you wondered what her story was. Your eyes travelled to the door of the train as you heard the sound of it closing. 

A young man had just walked through the doors as one of the last passengers to board. As soon as you saw him, your breath was caught in your throat. You looked away quickly, immediately shy in the presence of one of the most dashingly handsome men you had ever seen in your entire life. 

He took a seat right across from you, and pulled out a newspaper from his back pocket. You dared to take another glance at his face, memorising his jawline and cheekbones. How could someone be so effortlessly attractive?

He seemed to feel your stare on him, and he suddenly glanced up, catching your eyes before you could act discreet. You felt your face grow hot— you hoped he didn’t notice. From the corner of your eye, you were almost certain you caught a small smile on his face. What is it because of you? No. He probably read an amusing headline.

The entire train ride seemed to go by far too quickly, and you spent almost all of it studying the beautiful stranger. You tried to not be obvious, but you were sure that you failed within the first 10 minutes. It was as if he was hypnotising you, sucking all your willpower away, glueing your eyes to his figure.

A stirring feeling in your stomach told you that you should ask for his name. Maybe he was also on his way to your stop. Maybe you would see him again. You cursed yourself for being so nervous. You could never get yourself to take a risk. What if he already had someone in his life? The embarrassment would be unbearable if he did. Who were you to try to make a move, anyway?

So, you sat in silence, imagining what you thought his life might look like. You decided in your head that he was a plain office worker in the big city, and he was on his way to work as usual. Each morning was exactly the same, the comfortable routine that people dreamed of, but once achieved always seemed to be more underwhelming than expected. 

As you studied his face and mannerisms, you decided that he was probably an only child— taking after his father, though his mother adored him. He grew up with humble roots, his only dream being to be able to make his parents proud. And he was able to achieve it when he landed his job for a successful corporation. 

But life in the city was lonely, and he wasn’t one for socialising. While his coworkers went off to parties on the weekend, he stayed in his small apartment and read books. He liked all kinds of books, but romance was his favourite. He would never admit how much he longed to experience it himself, but he adored the idea of it. Not dramatic, adventurous romances, but quiet, serene love stories that budded like a flower, blossoming and blooming to perfection. 

Yes, that was what he longed for, you decided. But given his shy nature, he never had the courage to ask any lady out. He was worried he wouldn’t have time for romance, though the loneliness continued to eat away at him. It would be more bearable with someone by his side.

The announcement of your stop rang throughout the compartment and broke your train of thought. You sighed and took one last glance at the man, still contentedly reading his newspaper. You stood up and grabbed your bag, one last urge to ask for his name flashed through your mind, but you suppressed it and stepped off the train. You secretly wished that you would see him again— maybe he would be on the same train tomorrow morning. If he was, you would take your chance. But, for now, he remained your beautiful stranger; one that you had no guarantee of ever stumbling upon again, but had stolen your heart in that hour, and you were content with him keeping it. 

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[baronessblixen]

Fictober Day 16: The Space Between Words

Prompt: "No, I'm not okay"

A moment in "Per Manum" after Scully breaks the bad news to Mulder. Rating: T, wc: 913

Tagging @today-in-fic @xffictober24

“Never give up on a miracle.” His voice sounds loud to his ears, and he hopes – no, prays – that she hears them, understands him. Whatever she wants to do next, whatever she wants to try, he’s by her side. He’s not giving up on this, or her. On them.

They cling to each other like castaways after a shipwreck. Mulder bites back his own tears, wanting to give Scully the chance to grieve. This was her dream long before it became his, too. He holds her as tightly as she lets him, wishing he could take the pain away from her.

“It’s okay,” he whispers into her hair, needing to say the words as much as she needs to hear them. She squeezes his neck, her face pressed against his chest. She takes a deep breath, as if taking him in, and loosens her grip on him. He searches her face, playing it by ear. She sniffles a few times, avoiding his eyes.

“I shouldn’t have gotten my hopes up.” She steps away from him, using her thumbs to wipe away her tears. “It was- well.” Her words are heavy with pain, and he doesn’t just hear it—he feels it. Feels the weight of her disappointment. The anger, too. This has been stolen from her.

“You don’t have to stay,” Scully goes on, and as hurtful as her words are, he chooses to ignore them. He stands there like a prop, watching her pace. There’s nothing she can do. There’s nothing to plan, to execute. There’s just nothing.

When she lost Emily, he watched her channel her emotions into signing forms, arranging the funeral, and everything that came after. After losing her father, he couldn’t stop her from throwing herself into work. He tried, only to realize that all he could do, was extend a hand, hoping that she’d reach for him. All he can do tonight, is do the same. He’ll stay here, waiting. He’ll be here for her when she’s ready.

“Mulder, I’m fine,” she says, the words a needle prick on his skin. He’s heard it before, countless times. He’s come to loathe the word. She mumbled it when she lay dying. Screamed it when he couldn’t stop staring at her, blood dripping from her nose.

“Thank you for waiting, I appreciate it.” Her voice is cool and smooth as steel. A shield she’s put up in front of herself. Like he’s not her friend or her partner. Like he’s not the man she asked to be the other half of the equation. He’s had a part in all of this, too. A piece of his heart is woven into her loss, into her pain.

“I think I’ll just go to bed.” She nods at him as though he were a stranger. “I’m just-” She doesn’t finish the sentence, leaving it hanging just like she leaves him standing there. His eyes follow her to her bedroom and his legs twitch, prepared to follow her. The bedroom door clicks shut behind her and the silence that follows tears the air from his lungs. He bites down hard on his lip, drawing blood. He no longer tries to stop the tears from falling.

*

He doesn’t know how much time has passed when his cell phone lights up, flashing Scully’s name. His head throbbing, he reaches for it and presses the phone to his ear.

“Hi,” he says softly, his tone full of tears and dreamless slumber.

“Hi.” Her voice is barely more than a whisper.

“Couldn’t sleep?” he asks, trying to get comfortable. He may be used to sleeping on a couch, but he’s not used to sleeping on one that’s designed for someone much shorter. His muscles protest as he sits up.

“No,” is all she replies. She’s quiet for so long that he wonders if she’s fallen asleep. It wouldn’t be the first time she falls asleep on him. How often has he told her stories on the phone late at night, only to notice that her reactions become fewer and fewer until all he could hear was her even breathing or even a soft snore.

“Do you want me to tell you a story?” he asks.

“No.”

“I have good stories,” he teases, hoping to elicit the smallest of giggles, a reprieve. There’s only silence on the other end. The pain sits too deep, is still too raw.

“I shouldn’t have called.”

“No, I’m glad you did,” he says quickly, trying to keep her on the line. She could hang up any second, and he’d still be here, waiting. “Scully, I know that you- but I need to know, to really know… are you okay?” The silence pressed down like a weight on his chest, making it difficult to breathe. The second stretches like a piece of old gum.

“No,” she admits, her voice trembling. “I’m not okay.” He gets up from the couch and tiptoes around the couch, hoping for a sign. “Can you- come back?” And there it is. He’s at her bedroom door in an instant, knocking softly. She opens it, her face tear-streaked and her eyes puffy.

“You didn’t leave?” Every word is soaked in tears.

“I didn’t leave.”

“Can you…” but her voice breaks before she can finish and he understands. He opens his arms wide and waits for her to step in. Once he has her, he starts rocking her gently.

“Thank you for letting me in,” he murmurs into her hair.

[sjyzip]

ᯓ ✈︎ paradise found .ᐟ ˎˊ˗

⤷ 9. busted📍

wc: 913

warnings: swearing

“you can do it, you can do it” was all jake could hear at the moment, he was trying to hype himself up to actually go and talk to you and say the truth before things got out of control and also before riki ended up bankrupt.

jake took a deep breath and left his hotel room. walking down the hallway to get to the elevator, while he waited for the elevator to arrive he was repeating your room number in his head as if somehow he stopped doing it he would immediately forget. “406, 406, 406…” once the elevator arrived he pressed the fourth floor button and waited for the doors to close. the elevator ride seemed a bit longer this time, even if it was a pretty short ride of just three floors, it felt incredibly long this time but jake ignored it, thinking his nerves were acting up.

the elevator doors opened, signaling the arrival at the fourth floor, he left the elevator and looked around the hallways before turning left to get to your hotel room. once he finally got to your hotel room he started to doubt this whole thing “what if she gets mad at me? what if she thinks me and riki are some kind of weirdos?” But he left all his doubts behind and knocked on your door. he anxiously waited for a response until the door, eventually, creaked open, except it wasn’t the response he expected.

“hey! you’re that guy!” a red haired girl pointed at him. “uh i don’t know, i guess so?” jake replied a bit confused. “yeah you are! the dog-“ yunjin said before being cut off from inside the room “never mind, so what do you need?” yunjin asked jake. “oh actually can i talk to y/n? I need to clear something up” jake said while rubbing the back of his neck in a nervous gesture. “oh yeah sure! let me get her” yunjin said before backing out a little bit and then shouting your name. you appeared a few seconds later, fixing your clothes after sitting down for a long time. when you appeared, jake smiled softly unconsciously, well at least that’s what yunjin thought.

“oh hi! didn’t expect to see you here” you said while glaring yunjin to get the message that she should give you two some privacy. “so what did you want to talk about? is it about that day..?” you asked, remembering the awkward encounter you both had. “oh no it’s not about that, it’s actually about your.. secret admirer” he said, lowering his voice after every word till the last words were just some whispers. “OH! Are you my secret admirer? well woah, I’m flattered actually-“ you started rambling like you always did before jake cut you off. “not really, I mean yes?? I picked the gift, riki bought it so-“ jake rambled too before you cut him off, totally shocked.

“YOU PICKED THE GIFT?? AND RIKI BOUGHT IT??” you shouted in confusion, looking at him bewildered. “yes and yes but let me explain first pleaseee?” he asked with a small smile before proceeding anyways. “the thing is.. when riki asked for your room number it was actually for.. me! FOR NOTHING WEIRD BY THE WAY! I just liked talking to you that day on the beach and wanted to be your friend” he clarified, slightly embarrassed about revealing the true reason for riki getting your room number.

“Oh! yeah that makes sense, but what about the secret admirer?” you asked him again “okay so riki is a terrible liar! And he made a terrible lie with the secret admirer thing instead of just telling the truth, which I apologize for, he’s a little weird sometimes” he giggled before continuing. “And the gift.. I can’t really explain the gift, I just looked the bag and said it was cute but when I saw the bag up close and i noticed the price, I literally gasped and riki just went with it and bought a thousand dollar bag” he said, jokingly disappointed in him. “well, thanks for clarifying the whole thing and also thanks for the bag, it’s pretty cute, you got a pretty good taste” you said with a smile.

“yeah? well.. you’re welcome” he nodded with a small, shy smile as he spoke. “hey, you said you wanted to be my friend right?” you asked him. “uh yeah I did” he nodded again. “well can you give me your phone? I’ll give you my number” you said as you looked at his phone in his hand. “my phone? oh sure, take it” he agreed, a bit bewildered before unlocking it so you could give him your number. you wrote your number carefully before handing him his phone back. “there you go! I think we’ll be good friends” you giggled. “yeah I also think that, see you around?” he said as he put his phone in his pocket. “see you around” you repeated with a nod as you closed your room door.

jake stared for a while at the closed door in front of him before snapping off his thoughts and turning around to head back to the elevator. he knew that if he told his friends about this he would get teased for it but he didn’t really care now cause he was surprisingly in a good mood after clarifying the whole situation like if a weight got lifted from his shoulders.

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[prkersdiva]

coming out- s.r. x gn!reader

a/n: this is my first time writing for gn! reader so i apologize if it's not great! In honor of pride month coming up, I wanted to write a little blurb of reader coming out as bi to spencer, ik some people don't have the best experiences w/ coming out so i hope this provides you with comfort! I want every single one of you reading this to know that no matter how you identify, you are VALID and loved :) bi!reid is real to me !!

warnings: insecurities, self-doubt, i didn't proofread too much sorry for grammar or spelling mistakes!! bold and italics! lowercase intended

wc: 913

you always knew you were different than most people your age in almost every single way. you didn't like parties, you found peace within the pages of a book rather than at a bass boosting party with alcohol and strangers compacted into one area. you liked the rain especially the petrichor that the rain provided, it was peaceful.

however, you could get lost in your own head just thinking about anything and everything. today's topic that was plaguing your mind was your sexuality, a very touchy subject. you knew so many people who knew who they were at the start but that was just not you, you found people attractive which is normal, but it wasn't until high school that something had changed, and you weren't prepared for it, so you pushed it down so far that you thought it wasn't real.

it was very real. you thought the way you felt for your friend was a platonic feeling but it wasn't. you daydreamed about them, being with them, wanting to cross the line of friendship. you yearned for them and every single conversation, meaningless touch, every look...it drove you crazy.

so now all that repressing has come back to the surface all these years later and you're forced to address these feelings, emotions and thoughts all at once. what scared you more than anything was having to come out, that was something that you never have had to do before.

naturally, your mind shifted to spencer. you haven't been together long, but you hoped he wouldn't look at you differently or treat you differently, it terrified you. it was way too early in the morning for this, you had to get ready for work, spencer always was up earlier than you, so he wasn't home. you sighed and shook off your thoughts as you got ready and grabbed breakfast and coffee and headed to work.

you both worked at the BAU, and you both knew it was risky to be together because of what the job entailed but spencer and you wanted to take that risk. work was a good distraction from being stuck inside your head, you could use something to push those thoughts far away.

however, spencer knew you like the back of his hand, he knew something was wrong, but you had to be in the briefing room for a case, he would find time to talk to you. the case was a rough one to put it lightly, everyone felt drained mentally and emotionally which just added more thoughts to your head.

"you're not sleeping?", spencer said quietly so he wouldn't startle you. you shrugged and avoided his eyes because you knew if you looked in his eyes, his eyes would be asking you to talk to him, you can't, not yet.

spencer noticed the way you didn't look at him and his eyebrows furrowed in worry, he knew you didn't want to talk but there was clearly something circling in your mind.

the jet ride back to the office was quiet, very quiet. as soon as the jet landed, you grabbed your stuff and waited for spencer. spencer packed his stuff and put an arm around your waist, and you started to walk towards the parking lot, but spencer softly guided you to the empty briefing room.

"spencer, what are we doing in here?", you asked curiously. he didn't answer he just looked at you, waiting for you to meet his eyes.

"what is running through that mind of yours?"

you didn't answer and spencer lifted your chin up with his finger, so you were now looking at him. "there's that pretty face!"

you couldn't fight the smile that appeared on your face. spencer always knew how to lift your spirits no matter what. it was one of the endless reasons why you adore him so much, you are so grateful to have someone who cares for you as much as he does.

"it's nothing, it's stupid"

"if it's bothering you, it's not stupid", spencer whispered, and you knew that you couldn't keep it in anymore, it was spencer, he has never judged you.

"i just don't want you to think about me differently"

spencer's heart twisted in pain at the mere thought that you were worried he would think of you in a different way. "sweetheart, there is nothing that you could do or say that will change the way i feel about you"

you took a deep breath and played with your necklace as you worked up the courage to finally speak. "i'm bisexual and i've been driving myself absolutely crazy because I didn't want you to like think of me or treat me differently. not that you would but i get so lost in my own head and i was just so scared that i-" spencer cut off your rambling by grabbing your face in his hands and kissed you with so much adoration, you felt dizzy.

"thank you for trusting me with this, angel but i love you, you know that right? it doesn't matter to me who you love because you're still all i want every day of my life"

spencer reid will be the death of you.

"i love you too, spence", you said as he feigned a sigh of relief, and you rolled your eyes playfully at his antics.

"at least we have another thing in common"

you raised your eyebrows at him, and he smiled brightly back at you.

[losingallchill]

you can hold my hand (if no one’s home)

pairing: chip/gillion  genre: slight canon divergence warnings: riptide 90 spoilers , they kiss sorta lol , minor depiction of injury wc: 913

it’s terrifying how lifeless gillion looks in the water. chip’s eyes burned as he held his breath, scanning around frantically for something, anything to do, to free him from the unconscious vice admiral’s grasp.

kuba kenta may have been killed on impact by gillion, but the sheer will of the enormous creature transcended life and death, and so somehow he was still holding on to the other unconscious boy.

and gillion looked awful. his armour, which he’d left back at rufus’ place, was unable to protect him from any of the damage that kenta had given him. the strikes across his chest, the same as the ones chip kept seeing in his sleep, were scorched, bubbling and angry and red. his head leaned back, his eyes closed, scratches all along his blue arms. 

it felt so wrong, to see gillion looking this awful underwater. the water was where gillion should have felt the safest, should have the most advantage, should be trying to get chip to break his concentration and breathe on accident. but he lay still, his neck in the teeth of kuba kenta’s large grip. 

there was something happening around them, jay was in the water too, along with the blonde girl with a horn in her forehead, that jay seemed to know. but chip ignored the both of them and swam towards gillion, where the two girls were trying to pull both the vice admiral and the co-captain up. 

gillion looked almost ragdolled in the vice admiral’s grip, and chip swam over now too, his eyes streaming in the salt water, scanning for anything that could help the two. 

they were still sinking, and both the blonde girl and jay were falling with them, despite their best efforts to swim upwards. chip patted his pockets, coming up empty, before swimming down to reach the pair, getting his hands on jay’s bag, and tugging it towards him, searching inside of it. 

pulling out a glass bottle, chip stared at it, before looking up at jay, and jerking his head towards gillion, thinking furiously in his mind. “i’m gonna give this to gillion, i’m gonna give this to gillion, i’m gonna give this to gillion.”

the bracelets that linked jay and chip ensured that she would hear his message, and she stared at him for a moment, her orange hair floating around her in the water, before nodding. 

chip swam down to the two of them, gently tugging gillion out of kuba kenta’s teeth, wincing to himself as his fingers gently brushed along the indents that the vice admiral had left in his skin. moving to uncork the bottle, he suddenly realised that if he was to open it, the liquid would spill everywhere, and therefore be rendered useless. 

suddenly aware that jay was able to read every single thought that floated across his mind right now, chip tried to push away the solution that entered his thoughts, feeling a flush bloom across his cheeks. 

he pulled his knife out, and desperately tilted the bottle, trying to make a hole for gillion to drink out of, instead of the first thing that he’d thought of. 

a sudden, but not harsh kick interrupted his thoughts, and jay was behind him, glaring at chip, with the most ‘what on earth are you doing?’  face he’d ever been given. 

he knew that she’d heard his original idea, and she pointed at gillion with her chin, gesturing for him to hurry up. 

and chip looked back at gillion, who shouldn’t be this still, ever, and put his knife away, before uncorking the bottle and shoving it into his own mouth. 

pushing as much of the potion into his cheeks as he could, he could feel the magic swirling around his tongue, and pressing against his throat, and he shook his head to himself before swimming closer to gillion. 

thankfully, he didn’t have to worry about gillion swallowing any water. it was just the same as air to him, and chip mentally prepared himself as he tipped gillion’s head towards him, his hands warm with embarrassment.

his cheeks puffed with the potion, chip pulled gillion close, and carefully opened the other boy’s mouth, prying his lips apart, before pressing his own against them, forcing the potion down the triton boy’s throat. he could feel gillion’s chest expand underneath him, and chip’s embarrassment mounted as gillion’s breath hitched. 

eyebrows scrunched in concentration, his eyes shut, chip didn’t stop until his mouth was empty, and carefully, so he didn’t accidentally inhale any saltwater, pressed his lips shut, and pulled away, examining gillion for any sign of life. his lungs burned with exertion from not breathing, and he didn’t know how much longer he could stay like this, holding his breath, his hair floating around him.

and when gillion’s eyes opened, chip’s shoulders slumped with relief, and he wiped off his mouth, storing what was left of the potion back in jay’s bag.

his inability to face gillion, combined with his need to breathe air made him look up, and swim as fast as he could, breaking the surface of the water and drinking in the ocean air, thankfully. 

and just as a precaution, chip furrowed his eyebrows, and thought to jay, ‘we are not talking about this. if you bring it up, i swear to god, jay, i will-’

he didn’t know what he would do, but he would definitely jump off the ship to avoid looking at gillion.

[cinnamostar]

ethereality

pairing : felix x gn!reader

summary : early mornings with your boyfriend

wc : 913

cw : fluff, mentions of insecurities, just rambling abt being in love idk, not proofread

a/n : i got very inspired by the book im reading rn so i wrote this lil thing in an hour lol let me know what you think!! likes + reblogs appreciated <3

You lay next to your boyfriend, Felix, who was flat on his back with an arm wrapped around your shoulder. You’re laying on your side, pressing against him with a leg over his as the morning light creeps behind the curtains, coloring Felix’s face in an iridescent glow. Days like this were your favorite, where it was only you, Felix, and the quiet early mornings that lazed around with you til one of you decided it was time to get up.

Your eyes study Felix’s features, drinking up each detail of him for the millionth time as he scrolls through whatever social media app caught his attention today. His eyes were dark as the universes’ vast skies, yet they were not void of life or hope, his eyes gleaming as if God stepped down and personally hung the stars in his coffee eyes. It was as if his freckles were each gingerly placed down with the tender and steady hand of a painter, one whose precision and attention to detail you thanked every day for blessing you with this angelic sight, one your earthly eyes would never be able to fully appreciate. He was too grand for any being on this planet, not even those with the finest tastes and have witnessed all the luxuries of the world would ever understand just how artisanal he was.

Your fingers trace down his cheekbones, eyes wandering just below his jaw where an emerald vein glowed beneath his skin, just like a photograph of lightning striking down. It was silly, you thought to yourself, it was silly to have found yourself so hopelessly in love with a boy that now you couldn’t help but compare his beauty to the cosmos and world around you. His very being emanated an ethereal energy that you wish you could compare to, one you alway felt you constantly felt short to, but you prayed under hushed incantations that you’d be able to bask under it for the rest of your life.

Was it obsessive? Was it almost biblical the way you found yourself revering him? Probably, but you were too lovesick to ever question it, finding yourself trapped in his orbit, though you wouldn’t have it any other way. For years, scholars in the olden days questioned whether the sun revolved around us, but you quickly found the answer in a matter of seconds the day you met Felix. How pitiful, you thought, all they had to ever do was fall in love to answer that question, but they were too nose deep into their mathematical equations to ever recognize such an obvious truth of life.

“You okay, love?” His deep voice breaks you out of your trance, an amused smile playing onto his lips as he glances down at your lovestruck state. 

“Better than okay,” you reply, a flustering heat racing to your cheeks, feeling shy that he had — once again — caught you admiring him.

He drops his phone to his side as he languidly reaches his other arm over you, squeezing you into a tight embrace as he presses a chaste kiss on your forehead, “Can I know what you’re thinking about?” he asks in a hushed whisper, his lips next to your ears, sending shivers down your spine.

A soft chuckle escapes you at his sudden affection, only deepening your embarrassment, “Only for a kiss,” you tease, still giggling as he peels his face away from the crook of your neck with a feigned expression of betrayal.

“Oh? I didn’t know my kisses became a form of currency now,” nonetheless, through his candied smile, he leans down to place a loving peck on your lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away, “Alright, pay up now. I did my side of the bargain,” he jokes.

You roll your eyes playfully, your heart bursting at its seams, struggling to contain the overwhelming amount of love it was just attacked with. “Fine, fine. I was just admiring how handsome you are. Is that a crime?”

He chuckles shyly under your compliments, his cheeks flushing into a light pink, your words always seem to leave him defenseless. “You’re too kind to me, love,” he replies, a sad undertone seeping through his words. Despite your onslaught of adoration for him, despite how many times you have made it clear to him how irrevocably in love you were, he could never quite understand what you saw in him. 

“You deserve no less,” you reply tenderly, your hands running through his hair comfortingly, sensing his insecurities bubble up just by the slight shift in his tone.

“Thank you,” he holds you tighter, his face finding itself in your shoulder once more to avoid your gaze, “I just wish I saw what you saw,” he confesses somberly.

You ponder for a moment, trying to find the right words, “I guess it’s like the sun, baby. The sun is perhaps one of the prettiest things this planet has had the privilege to witness, and it fills our bleak little planet with so much love and life.”

He hums at your words, taking them in before responding, “I think it sucks being the sun sometimes.”

“Hm, why do you say that?”

“The sun can’t see itself,” he thinks aloud, “but I guess at least it gets to see the world around it,” he releases you from his hold, laying once more on his back while looking above, “Like you, like the beauty it has to offer.”

[celestial-blade]

3: Axe Upgrades

Prompt(s): Kiss during a sunrise/sunset || “Oooh, you are so in love with me!”

Pairing: Idalia and Sam

wc: 913

notes: it's super bitty! it's like, three months late! it's out there though!

Every morning for Idalia started with checking her mailbox, on the off chance that a letter waiting there for her would hold the power to alter her plans for the whole day. Today was one of those days.

Hey Ida!

I heard you recently got your axe upgraded. Meet me in cindersap forest this afternoon? I know a spot where we can put it to use

Sam <3

She’d immediately recognised the handwriting, and quickly reading to the end, eyes landing on his name, had her heart soaring. The farm would have to be sorted immediately, as fast as she could manage by herself, and possibly with a few looms left to be set up the following day.

By the time she was done, and Idalia had dashed into the farmhouse to drop off the majority of her tools, a glance at the clock hanging on her wall said she had enough time still to change into something a little nicer than her overalls. Twenty minutes later she left the farmhouse in a blue dress, with freshly brushed hair. 

Waiting just down from her farmland, leaning against the wooden fence, was Sam. Her face broke into a smile as she saw him, and as he became aware of her presence he stood up fully to meet her.

“Please tell me you only just got here?” she asked, hoping he hadn’t spent his day waiting for her.

“About ten minutes ago,” Sam lied. He’d been there for the best part of a half hour, since twelve exactly, but he didn’t mind at all. He hadn’t been specific and she had a whole farm to run. “Shall we go and see what that axe can do?”

Idalia allowed him to lead her up to the spot she’d seen before by herself, just North of the wizard’s tower. The obvious pathway had been blocked by a large log that had been there longer than she’d lived in the valley, but it had slipped her mind until Sam reminded her of it.

“Do you want me to have a go at it?” he offered. For a brief moment, she considered it a dig at her capability, before recalling just who she was talking to. Sam would never view her like that.

“I’m happy to sort it myself, but do you want a go?” Idalia offered, noticing the clear smile in his eyes.

“I kind of do.” The expression on his face was pure innocent excitement.

Idalia had no reason to have ever seen Sam chop wood before, but as she passed him her axe, just the way he held it had her considering allocating it as a task for him more often. The moment he rolled his sleeves up and actually started chipping away at the log, Idalia considered gifting the axe to him for good and simply calling him whenever she needed wood chopped.

The forest was beautiful. The moment she stepped over the remains of the log, Sam just behind her, quiet fell and her thoughts slowed with it. The further she ventured, the more they were surrounded by the lush green of a forest untouched by people. No buildings, no fences, no paving; the ground softened under each step she took. Over her shoulder, Sam just smiled. It was the calmest he’d seen Idalia in a long time.

“We should stay for the sunset,” she immediately said, eyes bright in excitement. 

“We should.” How could he even suggest anything else?

The clearing wasn’t large, more just an extra little bit of Cindersap forest that they could finally access. It hosted a plentiful supply of hardwood though, that Sam offered to help gather, and if it meant seeing him use that axe again, Idalia was more than content to accept the help. 

As the fall sunset approached, the pair could be found in the deepest part of the woods by a small pool, a pile of hardwood beside them for Idalia to take back to the farm later, with their shoes and socks left next to it. Soft, trickling water from the river fed into the pool, and accompanied the evening birdsong as they sat in silence, feet in the water. 

“Can I kiss you?” Sam asked, a little out of nowhere. The sun dipped lower in the sky every minute, casting pinks and oranges across the horizon. Idalia nodded, and he took her face in his hands. Time slowed as their lips moved softly over each other, still shy enough to hold back. As he pulled back, the first thing Sam saw was a very blushy Idalia. He grinned.

“Oooh, you are so in love with me!” he joked. 

“What if I am?” Idalia couldn’t have been more serious.

“I mean, we all knew that would happen eventually, I’m irresistible,” he continued with the same lighthearted tone, oblivious to what she was trying to say.

“Sam?” Idalia repeated, getting his attention properly. Now felt like a good time, with just the two of them in the quietest part of the valley. And she was tired of just thinking it to herself. “I love you.”

“Oh…” he breathed, every other thought evaporating from his mind in that moment. It showed on his face, and Idalia just smiled as she waited for him to load back in. “Idalia, I…” it was his turn to become a beet red mess, unable to suppress his smile. “I can’t believe you beat me to saying it. I love you.”