#I’m fine and it went out as soon as I ripped it from the wall

[fruitless-vain]

Next up on things going wrong we have my block heater catching on fire! And me getting electrocuted by it!

[lady-ashfade]

Hi, I wanted to request something platonic with Percy, with him meeting his older half-sister after he finds out he's the son of Poseidon.

Sorry for my English, I'm using the translator to write, and sorry if you don't understand my request

Pictures On The Wall

Percy jackson x older!sister (platonic)

-£ this was the first thing that came to mind and it’s such a cute idea! thank you.

-£ words: 700

-£ warnings: short, nervous percy, cool reader, sassy and kinda grunge reader, siblings bonding, fluff.

the wall across from his bed was covered with many things. pictures of people he didn’t know along with a bed half made and clothes piled up. “that’s y/n’s” a name he never heard but yet was family. his half sister was somewhere on a quest and didn’t know that he was snooping round her things.

he looked at the pictures all the time, liking the smile you had. he knew that smile, a distinct memory in his mind but you wore it with pride. you looked so cool and by all the stories he heard you were one of the most awesome person at camp.

every cabin knew you, it was like he needed to fill some sort of shoe now that you walked in but he didn’t know the first thing.

“percy,” grover peaked into the cabin and looked around for his best friend, when he found him he looked nervous. “I think you should come.” percy jumped up at the sound of his voice that sounded like something horrible had happened.

percy walked along his friend while his heart raced, “what happened?” had another monster attacked the camp, what could have happened that he had to come.

“she’s back.” Grover muttered while sighing, “And we thought you should meet her.” oh,- oh gods. you were back so soon? he didn’t have a clue on what he would say or do. would you like him, would you hate him and somehow kick him out of the cabin? he’s never had a sibling before.

“she’s getting patched up and I’ll warn you,” Grover patted his shoulder with a kind smile, “she’s unpredictable at times.” Yeah, that makes me feel much better Percy thought.

as soon as the walked into the infirmary all they could hear was yelling and arguing making the young boys look at each other. they walked to the door and saw the girl on the bed glare at the other around her age.

he knew you. the picture he looked at every day you seemed to be exactly like that, but you didn’t look happy like all of them. the shirt you wore had rips in it and a bloody bandage wrapped around your arm. the redhead girl in front of you held a spoon up to your mouth but you kept fighter her off.

“I’m fine! It’s just a few scratches, I’m not a child!” it was ironic that you looked like a bratty child that wanted to stomp their feet. your lips pouted slightly. percy didn’t know what to think at the scene.

“take it. you’re just keeping yourself from leaving, so do it so I can leave!” the other girl seemed to knock some sense into you as you huffed and took the spoon in your mouth. if looks could kill then she would be on the ground by now, you looked so angry.

humming the redhead walked out of the door and looked at the boys before rolling her eyes and kept going down the hallway. you didn’t seemed to notice them as you started to take off the dirty bandages.

Grover was the first to speak, “excuse me,” you looked at him quickly but your eyes were now soft and no longer sharp. “Grover, come in!” you invited him over but your eyes soon fell on the boy next to him. and immediately the connection between the two of you went off in your head.

“you must be percy?”

he shifted closer and awkwardly not knowing want to do, “yeah. how do you know?”

“I received letters telling me of the idiot brother I seemed to have,” you chuckle and throw the dirty cloths in your hands on the bed. The cut was gone but dry blood still stayed on your skin, “you have dads eyes.” You pointed to your own.

“really?” he asked quietly as you hopped on the floor and stretched. “Oh yeah, less disappointment in them but I’ll give it time.”

you yawned and picked up the black jacket and your backpack, “I’m starving,” you stood between the two of them and then swung your arms around the two of them.

“Now, tell me what you did to Clarisse!” You smirk at the brother you just met, “my favorite sibling already.”

[neonghostlights]

Love Me Harder

A/N: This is my first time writing smut. Ever. So keep that in mind haha. Idk if I’ll ever write it ever again.

Warnings: Shitty boyfriend named Connor, cheating, Smut, p in v sex, grinding, Eddie’s down bad for reader, readers kinda naive, smut with feels, not proofread, I think that’s it. 18+ only, Minors Do Not Interact.

Summary: When your boyfriend abandons you at a party, you call his best friend to pick you up. The night doesn’t go how you expected.

Word Count: 2.3k

The loud music made your head vibrate as you pushed past bodies to get to the kitchen. You didn’t even want to be at this party but your boyfriend, Connor, had talked you into it. And then he proceeded to ditch you not even fifteen minutes in.

You can’t say you were surprised, he would usually want to go be with his friends during these types of things.

What did surprise you though was when you were ready to go home one of his friends had laughed at you and told you that Connor had already left. Without you. Leaving you to try to figure out a way home.

You hadn’t been drinking so you could technically walk. But you were supposed to stay the night with Connor, even after he ditched you, and the trailer park was on the other side of town.

You practically ripped the phone off the wall when you reached it. Connor was so going to get an earful from you for forgetting you here when he picked up.

After dialing three times, he never picked up. You groaned in frustration and smacked your forehead against the wall. He must’ve been so tired after forgetting about you that he fell asleep as soon as he got home.

You bit your lip and thought for a second. There was one person you knew would pick up at this time of night. He was Connors best friend and just happened to live in the trailer park too.

You found yourself dialing his number before you could even process what you were doing.

“Hello?” his voice came out rough through the phone.

“Hey, Eddie. I hope I didn’t wake you up or anything…” You trailed off, immediately regretting your decision.

“NO. No you didn’t wake me up. Everything okay?” He said quickly.

“Everything's fine. It’s not an emergency. I’m really sorry to bother you but I’m at this party off Maple Street and I’m supposed to be at Connors but he’s not answering the phone and I really don’t want to walk all the way there. I’ll give you gas money I swear I just really need a ride,” you rambled on.

“You’re at a party by yourself?! Shit, stay there. I’ll be there in like ten minutes.” You could hear the shuffling and the jangling of keys on the other end before the line went dead.

You pushed back through the bodies and decided to wait outside for Eddie.

Eddie’s van pulled up in front of the house with squealing tires causing you to jump in surprise from where you sat on the porch steps.

You stood up quickly to prevent him from running into the party to look for you.

“Eddie,” you called as you approached the van.

Eddie had been friends with Connor since he had moved to the trailer park to live with his uncle in middle school. Out of all of Connor’s friends, he was your favorite. Eddie never seemed to have an issue with you hanging around and even included you in the conversations, unlike Connor and the rest of his friends. He never made you seem like a burden for hanging around.

“Shit, there you are,” he breathed a sigh of relief that you couldn’t help but giggle at.

He led you over to the passenger side of the van and held the door open as you climbed in and got settled in the seat.

You didn’t miss the way Eddie’s eyes flashed down to your skirt before he shut the door and got into the driver's seat.

“So,” he said as he pulled away from the party, “Who’s ass am I kicking for leaving you there?”

You let out a laugh. “I went with Connor but I think he forgot about me maybe because when I was ready to leave he was already gone.”

Eddie’s mouth popped open in surprise. “You're telling me your boyfriend abandoned you at a party and you think he just forgot about you?”

You bit your lip. It did sound kind of stupid once you said it outloud. “I mean, why else would he leave me there?”

“Because he’s a dick and you deserve way better. There’s no way a guy could just forget you, that's impossible,” he said matter of factly.

You felt your cheeks start to heat at his words. “He’s your best friend. Aren’t you supposed to be telling me how good of a guy he is and that I should forgive him?”

“No, not when he’s an idiot. He gets you and doesn’t treat you the way you deserve to be treated! It’s bullshit,” he exclaimed.

“Eddie,” you muttered awkwardly as you stared out the window so he couldn’t see the look on your face.

“Just telling you the truth, sweetheart,” he said as he pulled into the trailer park and parked the van.

He jumped out of his seat to reach your door before you could touch the handle. He opened it and provided his hand for you to hold onto while you climbed down.

You didn’t miss the frown on Eddie’s face as he gestured over to Connors trailer. The lights were on and his car sat parked out front. “I guess I’ll walk you over there,” he mumbled in a sad tone.

You smiled up at him and realized you still held his hand from where he helped you out of the van. You gave his hand a squeeze. “Don’t worry about it, Eddie.Thank you for picking me up. You’re a lifesaver,” you said before standing up and giving him a quick kiss on his cheek.

You heard the way his breathing stuttered for a moment as he stood down at you speechless. You gave him a little wink before skipping over to Connors front door and giving it a knock. You glanced over your shoulder to see Eddie still frozen where you left him by the van, his hand now resting on his cheek where you had kissed him.

You giggled and rocked back on your heels before you knocked again on the door. You considered just going inside but stopped when you heard the noise. Faint at first but then it grew louder was the sound of a creaking bed and moaning coming from the inside of Connors trailer.

Your stomach churned and you let out a loud gasp before you moved quickly away from the door and back towards Eddie.

“What’s wrong?” he demanded once he saw the look on your face.

“He’s with a girl,” you stammered. “I could hear them having sex. He’s cheating on me.” Your voice started to tremble as you looked up at Eddie with wide eyes.

“That piece of shit!” Eddie barked before moving past you to get to Connor's trailer. You grabbed the sleeve of his jacket in an attempt to hold him in place.

“Please don’t! I don’t want to deal with this right now. Can we just go back to your place?” you pleaded.

“Fine, but I’m dealing with him in the morning,” Eddie grumbled, allowing you to hold onto his sleeve while he led you into his trailer.

You let out a little sniffle while Eddie took off his shoes. Once he heard you he moved to you in a flash to try to comfort you, making your heart leap.

Why had you been with Connor when sweet Eddie had treated you better this whole time?

“Hey, don’t cry. He’s an idiot. What can I do to make you feel better?” Eddie said softly as his broad hands cupped your face.

Instead of answering, you leaned up on your toes and pressed your lips to Eddie’s. He sat frozen for a second before pulling his face away from yours quickly. Embarrassment burned your cheeks. Maybe you had misread Eddie’s flirting and he had just been friendly this whole time.

Eddie’s hands were still on your face as he maneuvered your chin so you were looking up at him. “Please don’t do that if you don’t mean it,” he pleaded.

“I mean it, Eddie. I like you. I’m an idiot for not seeing it sooner,” you said.

Eddie's eyes bounced around your face, looking for any hint that you were lying. He must have found what he was looking for because before you knew it he was pressing his lips against yours once again.

His kiss caused butterflies to erupt inside of you as your lips moved together. One of his hands moved around your waist to tug you closer to him, causing you to sign into his mouth.

Eddie tugged you to the couch where he sat and pulled you onto his lap without breaking the kiss. Your skirt rode up your legs, revealing your thighs. He took the opportunity to squeeze and rub the exposed flesh. The chill of his metal rings gave you goosebumps and made you shiver in his lap.

He moaned as you accidentally rubbed against his hardness. You were suddenly determined to hear that sound again.

You slowly started to rock your hips back and forth as you moved your lips to his jaw. Calloused hands reached under your skirt to grab your hips. He helped set the pace as you grinded on him.

Your underwear was growing wetter and sticking to your skin with each movement. Your clit throbbed with the friction, making you want more.

“Can I see more of you? Please?” His whine sounded muffled as he spoke into the side of your neck.

You nodded before slowly pulling your shirt over your head. His dark eyes grew even darker as he focused on your lace bra that you had originally worn for your boyfriend.

Oh well.

His eyes flickered up to yours when you reached behind yourself and unclasped your bra, allowing it to slip off your shoulders and fall to your lap.

He wasted no time leaning forward and capturing a nipple in his mouth. His tongue swirled and sucked as you arched forward to give him better access. Your hips sped up as you continued to move against him, but it wasn’t enough.

“Eddie, I want more.” Your voice was rough and breathless as you spoke.

“Anything you want. Just tell me and I’ll give it to you,” he said as kissed up your chest and to your neck.

“I want you,” you said softly as you reached down and started to unbuckle his pants.

Eddie helped you with freeing him from the confines of his tight jeans and boxers before you stood up to remove your skirt and underwear.

Eddie took one look at you standing completely naked in front of him before he pulled you back down on his lap.

He gave you a soft kiss on your lips. “Are you sure you want to do this?”

“Yes,” you said firmly.

He helped you lower yourself until he was completely inside of you and you sat flush against his lap.

His head fell back as he looked at you with lust filled eyes. His fingers drew circles on your hips. By the way he was looking, neither of you were going to last long.

After a minute to adjust to the fullness you finally started to move. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder as you bounced up and down. Every movement drew sounds from you that you had never made before.

“You have no clue how long I’ve wanted this. You have no fucking clue,” Eddie gritted out as he started to lift his hips to meet yours.

“Me too,” you moaned as he hit deeper inside of you.

You felt yourself getting closer to release. Once Eddie started to circle your clit with his thumb you were done for. Your orgasm hit you hard and fast, making you wrap your arms around Eddie’s neck to hold on tighter, too afraid that you might float away.

He thrusted harder into you, chasing his own release. His words stopped making sense the closer and he got and with a few rough movements he stilled as he finished inside of you.

You both panted as you rested your head against his chest and heard his pounding heartbeat. He slowly ran his fingers up and down your spine, not ready for the moment to end.

Finally, after both of your breathing went back to normal you dared to look at Eddie. Scared that he would ask you to leave. But instead you found him smiling down at you like a lovesick idiot.

“I hope you know I'll never let you go now,” he grinned.

“Good because I don’t want you to,” you replied.

You woke up in Eddie’s bed the next morning to find his side empty.

You got up and slipped on one of his t-shirts before making your way through the trailer to look for him.

When you found him out on the porch smoking a cigarette, you could’ve sworn you saw hearts reflecting in his eyes when he saw you in his shirt.

He blew the smoke away from your face as you approached. “Good morning, sweetheart. Didn’t expect you to be up yet.”

“Good morning, the bed got kinda lonely,” you said dramatically as he pulled you in close and wrapped his arms around you.

“Well, we should do something about that,” he said as he leaned down to kiss you.

The slam of a door in the distance grabbed both of your attentions. Connor was barreling full force out of his trailer towards you and Eddie. The girl he had been with stumbled out behind him half dressed and confused.

“What the fuck is this?!” Connor screamed.

You and Eddie looked at each other before busting out laughing. You flicked Connor off while Eddie cupped his hands over his mouth to yell, “Your loss, asshole!”

Yeah. You really weren’t going to let Eddie go now.

[whydontyousaeso]

“Different type of anger.”

Cody Rhodes x Fem Reader

Type-SMUT!!!!! MINORS DNI‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️‼️

Warnings- angry sex, hair pulling, cursing, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, name calling

A/n- thank you Rock and Roman for pissinf off Cody

Tag list: @alyyaanna @queencherryberry @codyswhitebelt @lizzyd1ish @southerngirl41

“I’ve got your stuff Cody, let’s go.”

You held onto your husbands arm and walked with him, clearly pissed off.

It’s always about the rock.

He pulled his arm away from your grip and wrapped his hand around your waist, holding hard.

He was too pissed off to talk, which was fine.

As you threw your things into the back of the car he slammed the door.

He was way more upset than you thought.

Rightfully so.

You slipped into the car and buckled up.

“Do you need me to drive codes?”

He shook his head and put the car in drive, placing his hand on your thigh and squeezing.

Tonight was gonna be rough.

The ride home was silent, nothing but anger filling the air.

As soon as you did get home Cody turned the car off and paused.

“Don’t worry about the stuff in the back, just get in there and go to the bedroom.”

You nodded and stared at his face.

His jaw was clenched, and his eyes were dark.

He’s always been so attractive when mad.

You slipped out of the car, following him to the door and letting him close it behind you.

You felt the way he was staring at you, it truly was like a predator following his prey.

As soon as you stepped in your bedroom he went for your neck, sucking and biting at it.

You moaned and leaned back into him, letting him remove clothing off your body.

He was always quick when he was mad, he knew what he wanted and he wasn’t gonna wait.

Soon you were wearing nothing but your bra and underwear, Cody was still dressed in his suit.

“Take the suit off?”

You mumbled, turning your head towards him.

“I’ll fuck you in this suit, I don’t care.”

He tossed you onto the bed, allowing you to crawl up close to the headboard.

The ache in between your legs was killing you, he couldn’t hurry up any quicker.

“On your stomach.”

You nodded and rolled over, gripping onto the bedsheets as you felt him get onto the bed.

He grabbed your hips harshly and pulled them up, literally ripping off your underwear to reveal your cunt to him.

“This is how wet you get when I get mad? “

He ran a finger down your slit, arching your back and moaning for him.

“You’re insane.”

You heard him unzip his pants and pull out his cock, feeling the tip of it tease your entrance.

“You think he’s better than me? Better than our family?”

You shook your head and moved your hips slightly.

“I can’t hear you,speak up baby”

He slammed into you, not giving you time to adjust.

As his hips moved against yours your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“I said speak up!”

He grabbed your hair and pulled your head up, leaning down to you.

“Do you think he’s better than me?”

“No sir! No sir! He isn’t I promise!”

“Yeah? What else?”

“Your so much better and-“

You cut yourself off with a scream, feeling him hit deeper and deeper with every thrust.

“Yeah, that’s it right. Sit here and take my cock like the good little slut you are.”

He leaned back up, speeding up with his pace.

He started mumbling to himself, making sure you could hear him.

“Stupid bitches, thinking they can control me and my wrestlemania moment. I have full control over this, if only they saw me now.”

Your stomach started tightening up, signaling the beginning of your orgasm.

One that probably wouldn’t be your only one tonight.

“Cody please let me cum please!!”

He laughed at you, gripping your hair tighter

“Already? Damn you’re needy aren’t you? Go on, show me what I’m in charge of”

Your hands gripped the bedsheets harder, your knuckles turning white.

You felt your mouth go slack, your vocal cords vibrating while you screamed out for him.

Your walls clenched around him as he drilled into you,

You quickly became out of breath, your juices spreading all over his pants.

You couldn’t see properly afterwards, tears clouding your vision.

He kept going though, giving you no time to recover.

He let you collapse, keeping both hands on your waist.

Not once did he miss a beat with the thrusts

Eventually he did let go of you

Only to take off his jacket and button up

As soon as those were off he flipped your body over, taking a moment to look at your disheveled state

You still were breathing heavily, and your body was glossed over with sweat and other sex liquids.

“If only they saw this.”

He ran one of his hands over your torso, causing you to shiver.

“They wouldn’t be saying shit about me.”

He opened your legs again, slamming into your cunt once more.

This time however he leaned forward and kissed you, falling into the missionary position.

His held your tear stained face with one hand and your leg in the other.

“You like it when I take my anger out on you doll?”

You nodded and moaned, all words leaving your brain.

You heard him start huffing as his thrust became more inconsistent

He was close, the same as you

You tried your best to ask to cum again, but once again your words failed you.

“Shhh it’s okay baby girl, let it go.”

That was all it took before you were a trembling shaking mess.

Your eyes shut tightly as the waves of pleasure washed over you.

All you could do to keep conscious was grab onto Cody

It didn’t take long for him to finish either after that, groaning in your ear and stuttering with his thrusts.

You felt him pull out finally and cum all over your stomach, his hot ropes matching your body temperature.

The both of you sat there for what felt like hours, catching your breath and coming down from the highs.

Eventually Cody sat up, kissing your cheek and rubbing your face.

“Want to take a shower dear?”

You shook your head

“I don’t think I could go for round three”

[sevcasejay1chicago]

Im with you- Matt Casey

Summary: When an ovarian cyst ruptures on the job, Matt and Firehouse 51 take care of you.

Warnings: vomiting, cursing, probably inaccurate medical stuff even though I do have PCOS and get ovarian cysts.

Authors note: You asked and I’m delivering. Here’s a fic I wrote a while back. I hope you enjoy!

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You and Matt have been together for a couple years. You have been best friends since you both joined 51, straight from academy. You and Matt shared everything. Your feelings, thoughts, personal issues, a bed. Everything was out in the open. Though Matt was your lieutenant, you never let it effect your job or your relationship. You said it was one of the perks of starting off in the house together. He saw you and your strength. He knew you could take his spot any day, but you were content with just being part of the company.

You started feeling some major discomfort on a call. You were doing a sweep with Severide when you kicked open a door, causing the fire to blow back, sending you and Kelly flying through the air.

“Y/N!” You were sure you heard Kelly scream your name, but your ears rung as you laid against the wall. Kelly quickly shut the door and made his way toward you. “Look at me! Say something!” He yelled, grabbing you by your jacket and making you face him.

You were a little further toward the middle of the door than Kelly, which kept him from flying far. You just went through the air hitting the wall HARD. You were disoriented and had some major ringing in your ears.

When you couldn’t focus on him, Kelly called a mayday of sorts through the radio. “Emergency! Emergency! Fire fighter down. I need a medic to meet me out front.” Kelly yelled, not wasting another second before he pulled me up and into his arms. “I’ve gotcha. Your okay.”

“Who?” Chief Boden asked.

“Y/L/N.” Kelly said just before he broke into a sprint when he saw the exit.

Outside, Dawson and Brett were waiting with a stretcher. As soon as Kelly put you down, Dawson was ripping the mask off your face. The light assaulted your eyes, but the fresh air was like a kick in the butt, which was exactly what you needed.

“I’m fine.” You murmured, attempting to push yourself up.

“Y/N.” Dawson said, pushing you back down with a shake of her head. “You were unresponsive for almost two minutes. I need to check you out.”

I shook my head, regretting it as soon as I did it. I laid back, pinching the bridge of my nose. “I said I’m fine Dawson.” I growled out. Finding the strength to sit up, I swung my legs over the edge of the gurney and tried to stand. My legs failed me as I collapsed into Kelly with a pained gasp.

“Fine my ass Y/L/N.” Kelly said, picking you up and putting you back on the stretcher.

“What hurts hunny?” Brett hummed, allowing Kelly to rip your jacket off as Dawson ran to help a civilian.

“My right side. Like all of a sudden.” You gritted out, swatting Kelly’s hand away as he palpitated the area. “Ow Sev.”

“Sorry.” He said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. “It’s not too hard like internal bleeding.” He informed Brett. “I’m going to go update Casey. He looks ready to abandon the company to come check on you. You ladies talk.” Kelly said, leaning over to place a kiss on your forehead. “I’ll be back.”

Once Kelly walked off, you snuck a glance in Casey’s direction. He was talking to the crew, giving orders, but his eyes stayed trained on you.

“When did this start? I don’t see any bruising or signs of a contusion.” Brett murmured, moving back to let the sunlight hit that area.

“I mean, it’s been a dull pain for a while now, but this is the first time it’s been bad enough to effect me.” I said, leaning my head back and breathing deeply. “I have an appointment set with my gyno tomorrow. I’m fine, really. Just extra sore.” I tried to reason, but I was fighting to keep back a sudden wave of nausea. “It’s uh.” I swallowed thickly before continuing. “It’s a normal woman thing I think. Matt knows. Just give me an anti-inflammatory and zofran and I’m good.”

“Zofran?” Brett asked, stopping as she was pushing me to the ambo, which I suddenly realized meant that Kelly was back and helping.

“Yeah. Kinda nauseous.” I said, shaking my head. Kelly hummed and placed a hand on my thigh.

Brett did a thorough head trauma exam before giving me the all clear once she was sure that I didn’t have a concussion. Kelly spent the entire time texting while I was being treated. He was listening and keeping Matt up to date as I waiting to be discharged from the rig.

“Casey said to ride back with Ambo and go straight to his office when we return.” Kelly said, leaning up to place another kiss on my forehead, jumping out of the rig before I could protest. He hit the doors and Dawson, whom I never noticed jumped back into the rig, drove back to the house.

“Well, looks like I’m off the rest of this shift.” I sighed, leaning back and trying to relax as Brett dimmed the lights to the rig.

“Might not be such a bad thing. He’s just looking out for you.” Brett said, sitting on the bench and buckling me around the waist to the stretcher before buckling herself in and propping her feet up to use as a makeshift desk. “Get some rest. We got 20 minutes till we get back.”

I gave her a confused look. “We shouldn’t be that far out.” I mumbled.

“Dawson has to pick up lunch.” Brett replied. “Just relax and enjoy the ride.”

——————————TimeSkip————————-

I woke up to someone softly pushing the hair away from my face.

“Hey Hunny. Come rest in my office.” Matt whispered, trying his best to coax me awake.

“I don’t feel good.” I whispered, leaning my head forward and into his hand.

“I know.” Matt soothed. “I’ll carry you.”

Matt unlocked my seatbelt and gently lifted me into his arms. Doors were opened for us as we made our way through the house. The common area went quiet as we passed through, shuffling could be heard as doors were opened until Matt got to his office.

“Hey Matt.” Kelly whispered, stepping in and closing the door. “Brett gave me these. How’s she doing?”

Kelly shook a sick bag out and put it on the side table and then stashed the rest on the desk. Matt laid me down slowly, pulling the covers over me gently and turning me onto my side into the recovery position. I kept my eyes closed, wondering why Brett never gave me the Zofran, making me focus on not throwing up.

“Doesn’t feel well.” Matt said, sitting next to me and pushing my hair back again. “Baby. Kelly has a sick bag here if you need it. I gotta talk to Boden and fill him in. I’ll be right back.” He said, leaning in to kiss my forehead. “Can you stay with her a minute?” Matt asked Kelly.

“Anything for you guys. You know that.” Kelly said, standing and switching spots with Matt. The door closed softly as Kelly sat next to me. He placed a hand on my back and rubbed soothingly. “Let’s be real. Need to go to med?” Kelly asked, knowing I wouldn’t fess up to Matt unless it was dire.

“No.” I gritted out, frustrated by the whole situation. The pain was subsiding, but the nausea was ramping. “It’s a girl thing.” I simplified.

“Your sure?” Kelly asked, leaning forward and grabbing the sick bag as he saw me pale.

“Mhmm.” I said, not daring to move.

We sat there in silence. I was trying to steady my breathing as Kelly continued to rub my back. He was at a loss. He knew I hated being sick, as he has dealt with a sick me before, but he knew it was gonna happen.

“Sit up. I know it’s gonna happen.” Kelly said, moving to stand and help gently guide me into a sitting position. “Hold this. I’m gonna call Matt.” He instructed, placing the bag in my hand. Kelly went to the door and opened it, yelling for Matt. He knew not to leave me.

The nausea was winning and I began to freak out as Kelly called out again. “Kel- hurlk” I tried to warn him, but got cut off with an unproductive heave.

The door slammed shut as Kelly raced toward me. “Fuck.” He muttered, helping me hold the bag under my chin. With his other hand, he used his radio to call for Matt. “Case. You’re needed in your office. Now.” He said into the radio. A quick “copy” from Matt was all that was heard before I started retching harshly. “Shhhhhhh. Breathe.” Kelly murmured. “It’s okay. I’m here.”

“What’s going on?” Matt exclaimed, running and sliding to a stop in front of me. “Baby? It’s okay. I’m here.” He soothed , taking my hand and pushing my hair back. “Dawson’s gonna check your vitals, okay?”

I nodded as I finally started throwing up all the breakfast that I forced down. Kelly kept holding the bag and rubbing my back, Matt held my hand and kept my hair out of the splash zone, and Dawson went about checking my vitals.

“Pulse is fast. Oxygen is mid 90s. Pressure is slightly low, but not worrisome.” She said. “Any other symptoms?” Gabbi asked Matt.

“Ovarian cysts. Think one ruptured on that call.” Matt muttered. “Never seen her this bad before.”

“Does it hurt, Y/N?” Gabbi asked. “Just squeeze once for no and twice for yes.” Gabbi took my hand and felt me squeeze once. “Good. No pain.”

“What does that mean?” Kelly asked, noting how much I was vomiting and the sweat building up on the back of my neck.

“So, sometimes a cyst can rupture and be infected. This is her body getting rid of it, which is probably why Brett didn’t give her anything for the nausea.” Gabbi explained, writing some stuff down. “If she starts running a fever, tell us and we will take her straight to Med. I’d suggest camping out here for a few hours to make sure she doesn’t spike one. Then you can go home and get her rested.” Gabbi said, patting Matt on the shoulder and walking out.

“Breathe sweetheart. Your gonna need to switch bags in a second if you need to.” Matt said, trying to see my face better. He reached over and grabbed a new one, making a quick switch with Kelly and holding the new bag under my chin as Kelly disposed of the old one.

Talking could be heard as he opened the door. Gabbi and Boden’s voices floating in.

Suddenly, a cool cloth was placed on the back of my neck. “Herrmann got you a rag Y/N.” Kelly said, resuming his post of rubbing my back. “Chief has Herrmann taking lead on truck for the remainder of shift and offered to let me hang around to help unless Squad is needed.”

“Thanks Kel.” Matt said, patting his friend on the knee. “You done baby?” Matt asked, noticing the few coughs I was letting out, but also the lack of vomit.

“Yeah.” I breathed, leaning forward and resting my head on Matt’s shoulder. “It’s awful.” I moaned, resting my forehead into the crook of his neck.

“I know.” Matt whispered, reaching up and wiping my face with the rag from my neck. “Wanna brush your teeth and shower before taking a nap?”

I nodded and tried to stand when Matt helped me up, but swayed dangerously as I suddenly became lightheaded.

“Woah.” Kelly said, bracing me from behind. “You okay?” He asked, keeping me steady with hands around my waist.

“Yeah.” I breathed. “Just lightheaded s’all.” I closed my eyes and leaned my head onto Matt’s shoulder again.

“I gotcha.” Matt said, picking me up and taking me toward the bathroom. “Can you grab her go bag Sev?” Matt called over his shoulder.

“On it.” Kelly replied, jogging toward the locker room.

Matt wasted no time in getting me to the bathroom. He sat me down on the counter and pulled my head back into his neck.

Herrmann came into the bathroom with a sprite in his hand. “Cindy used to have this problem. This outta help.” He said, placing the can on the other side of the sink. “I’ve got Mills running to get some popsicles too.”

“Thanks Chris.” Matt said. “You’re a good man.”

“Anything for her.” He said, rubbing my arm. “It’s gonna be okay. You just get to feeling better.” He then patted Matt on the shoulder. “Take care of my girl.”

“Always.” Matt said, turning and placing a kiss to my head as Herrmann walked out and Kelly walked in.

“Got your CFD hoodie.” Kelly said to Matt, “I got everything else out of her locker though. Toiletries and her clothes. Also grabbed your stuff too Case.” He said, putting everything on the counter. “Need anything else?”

“Nah.” Matt said, shaking his head as he looked around. “Just set some towels in here. I’m gonna shower with her. I don’t trust her balance.” He said, rubbing my back.

“Good man.” Kelly said, patting Matt on the back. “Holler if you need anything else.”

“Thanks Sev.” Matt said, watching the Squad lieutenant leave. Finally, he turned to face me. “Ready to get cleaned up?” He asked gently, pulling away to see my face.

“Then nap?” I murmured, pouting at my boyfriend.

“Nap and cuddles.” Matt confirmed, nodding his head.

With that confirmation, I was satisfied and found the strength to get cleaned up. After brushing my teeth and gargling twice, Matt helped me off the counter and to the showers. He sat me on the bench before striping and going in to turn on the water. With quick persuasion, Matt was able to talk me into the shower. He made promises to keep me steady and to sit me down if I needed it, seeing as Mills just finished scrubbing the showers.

Once under the water, which was a little cooler than I usually liked it, Matt kept a secure hold on my waist, leaned down and kissed my head, then adjusted me so that my back was getting the brunt of the shower.

“Mmmm.” I moaned, practically melting in Matt’s hold. “S’ nice.” I mumbled into Matt’s chest, pressing my forehead into it.

“I know baby.” Matt said. “We can stand here for a moment, but we need to get cleaned up and get you resting.” He said, reaching around me and engulfing me in a hug. “You just relax.” He whispered.

“Mkay.” I sighed, losing any fight I could have left.

When Matt noticed me getting heavier, he made quick work of washing my hair and body before calling Kelly.

Matt only trusted you with very few men, one of which was Kelly Severide. You all had made a quick bond when in the academy and Kelly picked you up off the floor more times than you could count, but that was before Matt. Matt didn’t like overstepping, but Kelly had no problems helping you out in a bind and was there for you in more ways at the beginning than Matt, but you knew it had to do with Haily and not because Matt didn’t like you, so you never let it affect your relationship now. Kelly knew his boundaries, even now, and was the one person you trust other than Matt.

Kelly walked into the bathroom and scooped you up in a towel. Once Kelly had the towel firmly secure, he took your microfiber head wrap towel and wrapped your hair up in it. Then, he helped guide you into Matt’s CFD hoodie and stayed with you leaning into his shoulder until Matt came out of the showers.

“Thanks Kelly.” Matt said. “One more favor.” Matt said, cringing slightly into himself. He hated asking for help, but you were pretty out of it at this point. “Mind getting more bags from Brett and Y/N’s fan from her bunk and taking it to my office?” He asked, pulling on his underwear and pants before trading with Kelly.

“Hey man.” Kelly said, taking Matt by the shoulder. “Don’t sweat it. You guys are family. I’ve already got it all taken care of.” He smirked.

“You’re a life saver.” Matt said, turning and hugging Kelly once he was sure you wouldn’t fall over.

“I get that a lot.” Kelly laughed, the sound echoing behind the man as he walked to the door and exited the bathroom.

Matt helped me into some pants and left our stuff, claiming he’d get it all later, but knowing that someone else was probably waiting to come in behind you both and get everything situated. Once in his office, Matt laid me down near the edge of the bed, closed the blinds, and turned off the lights. He left the blinds connected to Kelly’s office window cracked enough to give him some light to see you, but also give Kelly a way to see if you and Matt needed help.

Once the fan was turned on and he was sure the radio was turned off and I didn’t need anything else, Matt crawled into the bed behind me, spooning me with an arm around my waist. He carefully rubbed my stomach and placed little kisses on the back of my neck.

“Get some rest baby.” Matt whispered, peppering my shoulder with kisses before leaning up and kissing my cheek. “I’m with you. We will get through this.”

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Puppy Love

ahh sorry ive been meaning to post this fic for a couple days now but ive been swamped with school, but its here now !! yahoo!

i hope you guys like ittt <3

cw: slightly suggestive? and i mean SLIGHTLY

word count: 2k

Yuuji was never scared to show his affections. Whether that be with his encouraging words, or his physical touches. He knew that his time was limited, especially with his unorthodox life choices, so showing his love to the people he loved was something that had always came easy to him. 

Until you came along. 

Everytime you entered a room his eyes immediately found yours, and just as they met he would rip them away from you. A blush almost instantly appearing on his cheeks as he stood, quickly and quietly excusing himself. 

For Kugisaki and Fushiguro, it was easy to put the pieces of the puzzle together. Having known Yuuji for quite some time now, they knew what his normal behavior was. And this? This was far from it.

But for you, you were new. Having just met these people days before, so you were convinced that you had done something to offend him, or he just simply didn’t like you. Maybe you stunk? 

Little did you know, his thoughts were the exact opposite. He thought you were gorgeous, your laugh was like music to his ears. Your voice was soothing and beautiful, he could listen to you talk for hours. But this sickly sweet feeling that raised his heartbeat and brought heat to his face was something very new to him. Something he hadn’t really experienced before. 

Sure, he had found girls attractive before, even asked a girl out to their middle school dance. But this was different, this was deeper. It coiled around his bones, squeezing his throat. Made him do things and say things he didn’t want. It was infuriating. 

He groaned into his pillow, his mind tormenting him with a replay of his embarrassing moments in front of you today. He wanted the earth to swallow him whole, or better yet just let Sukuna take over and have him kill him instead. Anything would be better than him continuing to fumble about like this any longer. 

Knowing he wasn’t going to get any sleep anytime soon, he figured he might be able to tire himself out enough to simply pass out due to exhaustion. Hoping it would shut his mind up. Yuuji stood from his bed, putting on some old tennis shoes and throwing a hoodie on. He went out of his dorm and headed for the training rooms. 

He clenched and unclenched his fists all the way there, his mind plagued with you. 

You. You. You.

You were all he ever seemed to think about these days. 

He did some quick stretching, wanting nothing more than to just start the mind-numding activity of punching something over and over and over again. Until his brain was too tired to come up with any new scenarios to torture him with. 

But of course, just as he goes to throw his first punch. He hears an all too familiar voice. 

“Itadori? What are you doing awake?” Your voice echoed off the empty gym walls. He froze, his heartbeat immediately picking up. The blush full force on his cheeks. He couldn’t get his brain and his mouth to cooperate so he just stood there, back facing you. His mouth wide open in shock, he almost wanted to laugh at his sheer luck. 

“Is everything okay?” You asked, after the silence pushed on too long. You words were coated in a thick layer of worry. While you were still sure the boy hated you, and you knew you might be pushing your luck. You didn’t just want to stand there and pretend like nothing was wrong. It was nearly 2 in the morning and here he is, training. Any one in their right mind would be a bit worried. 

“I’m fine…” He managed to choke out, He's such an idiot. What is wrong with him. Why can’t he just speak!

“If you need the training room I can go.” He muttered quickly, turning quick on his feet to walk past you. His eyes glued to the floor, walking with a newfound purpose back to his dorms. 

“No wa-..” But before you could even finish your sentence he was already gone, without even a second glance your way. The doors to the gym slammed shut. And all of a sudden it was just you alone.

You sighed, your head falling forward into your hands as you stood there. You felt embarrassed and a bit ticked. You had tried and tried to rack your brain to figure out if you had done something, anything, to make him this upset. But you realized that you hadn’t had the chance to make him upset because after you had introduced yourself to him, he had been avoiding you like the plague. 

You groaned, stretching your hands over your head. Turning on your heels to head back to your room, a new feeling of determination settling in you. You were going to get to the bottom of this even if its the last thing you do. 

The next morning you rolled out of bed, rubbing the sleep from your eyes. The interrupted sleep definitely did you no favors, but upon remembering last night's incident you remembered your goal.

To figure Itadori out. 

You both saw each other in class, usually sitting on opposite ends. But today, you were going to be bold. And after whispering about it to Kugisaki, who nodded fervently at your efforts. A glint in her eyes you couldn’t quite name. She sent you off to the empty desk next to his with a whisper, “Gooo…this class is boring anyways!” 

You heard her giggling behind you as you willed away the nerves. He hadn’t come in yet, he had a notorious habit for sleeping in just a little. Not enough for him to be late, but enough for him to be right on time.

He walked in, panting slightly. His hair was a bit all over the place and he was definitely wearing the hoodie he had on last night. When both of your eyes met, he quickly tore them away. Not even giving himself a chance to realize where you were in the room. The realization didn’t strick him until he had sat down and saw you were much closer than you usually were. 

But before he could move, Gojo had walked in. Declaring the start of the lecture, and the start of Yuujis slow and tortuous day. 

To say you were frustrated was an understatement. At every opportunity you had tried to get him alone to talk to him, even flat out asking him “Can I speak to you?” to which he had the audacity to respond with, “I’m actually a bit busy, maybe later?” Even though he very clearly wasn’t doing anything. 

You had sat next to him for each and every class, you even passed him a note! You had gotten yourself as his sparring partner for training, even finding yourself sitting at his, Fushiguro and Kugisaki’s table for lunch. 

Even though all the time you guys had spent together today, he had barely uttered a word to you. And didn’t even think about letting you talk to him.

You wanted to pull your hair out.

Sitting in your last class, next to him of course. You were staring him down, and he seemed the more interested in the lecture than he had ever been before. You knew he was just trying to avoid accidentally making eye contact with you. And it only boiled your blood more. 

What was this guy's issue?!

As Gojo wrapped up the last lecture of the day, an idea popped into your head. And before you could talk yourself out of it, you were reaching for Itadori's hand. Entangling it tightly within your own and leading him very quickly out of the room. You heard Kugisaki yelling some type of encouragement after you, but you didn’t pay it much mind. 

“I- what are you doing?!” Itadori asked behind you, bewildered by your sudden boldness. You didn’t give him the luxury of a response, especially since you didn’t quite know yourself. All you knew was that if he wasn’t going to talk to you of his own accord, you were going to force it out of him. 

You spotted an empty classroom, and before you could think much about it you shoved him inside. Shutting the door behind you and standing infront of it. 

He stood, shocked. His mind blank as he desperately tried to process the events of what just happened. But the warmth of your hand still on his wrist short-circuited his brain to a point where it was beyond function. On instinct, he ripped his wrist from yours as if the touch had burned him. 

“What is your problem with me?” You wanted to sound angry, you wanted to be angry. You were angry a second ago. But now, standing in front of him. You found yourself to be anything but. Your voice sounded weak, soft, sad. It made you cringe. 

This stopped him, pulled him far enough out of his own head to clear the fog of whatever he felt for you to see the situation for what it was. 

He was such an asshole.

“What do you mean? I dont-” You interrupted him with a scoff. “Oh please, you avoid me like I have some disease, you don’t look at me. You went this entire day without saying more than 2 words to me…I just, I don’t understand and look I’m sorry if I offenunmph.” 

Before you could even finish your sentence, you felt warm lips on yours. Slightly chapped, but nice. It felt nice. You reacted almost instantaneously, melting into the kiss. It was sweet, just your lips moving against eachother. 

He pulled away, panting slightly. Out of instinct you leaned forward to follow his lips, he chuckled at you. Resting his head on your forehead instead. “I’m sorry.” He whispered between the shared breaths. His eyes now seemingly to be unable to leave yours. His gaze was overwhelming, for a split second you almost wished he would go back to avoiding you. You didn’t know how much of this you could take. 

Now it was your turn to avoid his gaze, turning your head to the side. You put your hands on his chest, going to push him away from you. Your cheeks turning bright pink as the realization of what just happened settled into the air. 

You laughed forcefully, “All is forgiven! You can go now.” Speaking all too quickly, your tried again to put some distance between you and him. Cursing past you for standing against the door as you now have no place to back up from. He was so close, his hot breath fanning over your already too warm cheeks. 

Silently, he reached his hand to your chin. It felt like a spell had be broken, the shyness and avoidance you had gotten use to these past weeks disappeared as if it had never existed in the first place. 

He turned your head to face his again, “No really, I’m sorry. I’ve been an asshole.” He sounded so sincere it made you sick, his eyes finding yours again. Holding you hostage under the intense gaze. Without thinking, your eyes flicked down to his lips again, quickly looking back up to his eyes. But not quick enough for it to go unnoticed. The small smile that tugged on his lips was all the warning you got before his lips were on yours again. 

This sudden boldness had taken you by surprised, as you were pressed even further against the door. He crowded around you, hand moving from your chin to cup the back of your neck. Keeping your lips pressed against his as they melded together, lips and tongues intertwining. The kiss quickly turned heated as you forced your head back to rest against the door behind you. 

“Let me make it up to you.” 

authors note: IDK GUYS I KINDA ATE WITH THIS :))))) i really do like the way it turned out and i hope you guys do too!!! make sure your taking care of yourselves, much love <3

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Seven Stages

Pairings: Rafe Cameron x Ex! Reader, JJ Maybank X Reader Warnings: Strong Language, Talk of Alcohol Author's Note: Do I smell a series? perhaps....

Summary: When your boyfriend Rafe leaves you for another woman, You find solace in JJ Maybank.

part i. shock.

There are 7 stages of grief. Shock, Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Testing, and finally, Acceptance. After your boyfriend of a year broke up with you for no apparent reason at all, it felt as if you’d never get past stage 5.

When Rafe told you that it was over, it was a blow to the stomach. The initial impact knocked the wind out of your lungs and left you frozen to the spot. You knew what he was like, you should have seen it coming, but that didn’t mean you hurt less.

“I’m sorry” he explained, staring into your impassive eyes, “But, It’s what is best,”

“Is it someone else?” you asked, the question was engraved in your mind, though you were scared to ask it.

Rafe was taken aback, “Don’t you trust me?” He accused.

“Tell me the truth, and I’ll answer that”

He hesitated, “Yes”

You didn’t say anything more and instead went to bed.

In all honesty, it didn’t feel like it had actually happened, and when you woke up the next morning you made two plates of scrambled eggs and bacon. 3 slices for Rafe, the way you knew he liked it. It hadn’t quite occurred to you yet, that he hadn’t spent the night. The lonely half-hour at your family’s breakfast bar is what made that apparent.

The plate was thrown at the wall, and a string of curse words tumbled out. You ripped the chain from your neck, tiny golden links and a wildly expensive pendant scattered along the floor. Never one for material things, you felt no guilt at the action. Though part of you wished you just sold it, or donated it. Even kept it as something to give back to him later - an excuse to see him again.

Rafe’s things got thrown haphazardly into a cardboard box and left beside the front door. Some clothes, a set of cufflinks and his favourite polo shirt. Along with the gift you were set to give him on his upcoming birthday.

You called him that night. It was supposed to be a quick phone call saying that he could come to collect his things from your house, but transformed into a full-blown argument. Screaming down the receiver, you called him every derogatory name under the sun. At that moment, you hated Rafe Cameron.

“Stop calling me, Y/N.” he would say.

“Stop being such a dickhead, and just talk to me!” you begged, “Why?”

“Y/N”

“Please”

The dial tone sounded. A noise that became all too familiar.

The depression came in quickly and stayed a while. The previous stages had flown past in a whirlwind, and now you were left to wallow in your feelings. Much less angry with Rafe and his wandering eyes, and much more upset with yourself for not being good enough. By the time you managed to pull yourself out of your bed, the news of the breakup had spread throughout Figure 8. The cut heard soon after, almost like a celebrity break-up so the small island of Kildare. Gaggles of giggling girls all made faces at you as you passed. Each ready to get their hands on the islands newest, and richest, eligible bachelor. Talk of your ex boyfriend littered every teenage social spot. Kook and Pogue alike.

You tried to phone your best friend Sarah. But, she never answered the call. Probably choosing Rafe’s side in order to keep the peace at home. She was his sister after all. So you were entirely alone.

That was 3 months ago. It was a fresh new year.

You’d moved on, completely skipping the 6th stage and moving on to acceptance. Rafe didn’t want to be with you, and that was fine. It was his choice. Besides, had you never gone through those stages of grief, you wouldn’t be where you are now. Your new boyfriend tapping on the edge of the fridge.

“What do you wanna eat, Babe?” JJ asked, head peering from the kitchen. 

“I’m not sure, what do we have in?”

With a hand resting on the top of the fridge, JJ peered inside. “Nothing interesting, I’ll go pick up something from the wreck then, yeah?”

“Your treat? Or am I just wishfully thinking?”

“I’ll pay you back in other ways?” he jokes, ghosting a kiss on your lips, “I love you.”

You rolled your eyes, giving him a sly smirk. You had money, he had none. But he made up for that in other ways, ways that Rafe never could. JJ left the house with another peck on your lips, almost tripping on the box that stayed gathering dust at the front door. Rafe’s things. Which he still hadn’t come to collect. 

They didn’t bother you anymore, you were just eager to see them gone. After all, JJ and you were due to move to your own condo late that week, and nobody wants to move their girlfriend’s ex’s things into their house. It was bad enough that they still sat there. And it was bad enough that JJ couldn’t stand Rafe at the best of times.But, he put up with it, for he knew that she was 100% with him. That Rafe was no longer even a whisper on her mind.

The night was a relaxing one, Sarah had finally spoken to you, a rambled apology about her absence. You brushed it off, she had to pick a side, and after all, Rafe was still her brother.

“But I’m not even fond of Rafe,” she said, “There is no excuse for ignoring you like I did”

The phone call was long and comforting. You hadn’t spoken to many people since the breakup, at least not those who inhabited the rich southern side of the island. You spent your time with JJ’s small group of friends. Plus, you knew that Sarah was skipping out on a potential date with Topper to talk to you instead. You insisted that she could go if she wanted, but you could practically hear her eyes roll through the phone.

“Who’s there?” a familiar voice slurred in the background, “is that Y/N?”

“She doesn’t want to talk to yo-”

Sarah’s protests were cut off by the drunken man who had grabbed the telephone and promptly pressed it to his ear. You could hear her struggle to ge her phone back, but understood her plight, knowing all too well how stubborn her brother was.

“Y/N?” the voice asked. “Baby is that you?” Rafe practically pushed Sarah from the bed as he fought to keep possession of the phone. Both hands clutching it in desperation. As if it were to dissipate into thin air.

“Hi Rafe.”

It was the first time you had spoken to him since stage 3, and you were surprisingly calm.

“I’ve missed you so much” he cried, voice wavering from both a mixture of the booze, and his emotions, “I fucked up, baby. I need you”

“How much have you had to drink?”

“That doesn’t change anything,” he argued, the letters in his words melting together. It was barely understandable. He was very clearly inebriated, and for someone who could so easily hold his drink, it was almost worrying.

The front door opened again, the vinegary smell of fish and chips wafting through to your nose. “I’m home” JJ called

“Can you hand the phone back to Sarah now, I have to go see JJ” You excused. Part of you wanted to just hang up, but a bigger part wanted to say goodbye to Sarah. She deserved that.

“Maybank? That Pougue?” Rafe asked, sounding much soberer. Almost angry. “Why the fuck are you with him?”

“He’s my boyfriend, Rafe. Now can you hand the phone ba-”

Your words fell on empty ears, however, as Rafe thrust the phone back into Sarah’s hands. Clicking the end call button as quickly as he would have answered it.

There are 7 stages of grief. Shock, Denial, Anger, Bargaining, Depression, Testing, and finally, Acceptance. After his ex-girlfriend had revealed the news that she’d moved on, with another man. Rafe started his cycle at stage 1.

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Could you possibly do a jealous Stu x reader? Maybe where Stu and Tatum are still together, but Stu is actually cheating on her with reader. And Randy gets a little flirty and touchy with reader, unknowing that reader is taken by Stu? Im fine with anything else for the plot- sorry if this isn’t the best, I’m still new to requesting!

I hope this is to your liking, I’m waiting on my ride to go out tonight and wrote this in like 6 minutes… if you want a continuation feel free to ask! Dirty Little Secret

A short and angered breath had left your lips as you stared to your left side, trying to block out any of the noise Randy was currently making in your direction. You blocked out the words he was saying to the best of your ability, you were doing a great job at it up until you felt his hand on your shoulder. Your eyes stared at his hand before moving to his face, his voice suddenly coming in clearly.

“Come on, just one date. I promise it will be well worth your time, I’ll take you to that restaurant you’ve been mentioning,” he offered as you laughed a little. “No offense Randy but we’re just friends. If i saw you as more I would have accepted the other hundreds of times you offered to take me out,” you said as he placed his other hand onto your waist, boxing you into the closest wall.

You frowned as you looked up at him, moving your hand from the strap of your backpack to his hand on your waist, pushing it off of you before he quickly moved it back. “One little date won’t hurt, who knows, maybe you’ll change your mind. And let’s face it, the perks of free rentals with dating me will be well worth it,” he joked slightly, moving closer as you put your hands onto his shoulders. You were about to push him off before a stronger hand grabbed his neck and flung him off of you.

“In your dreams, Meeks. Stay off of her before I rip those hands of yours off. I may not be the killer but I will sure as hell become one if you lay another finger on her,” you heard the familiar voice threaten, looking up to see Stu. It was rare to see Stu as angry as he was now, even when he was mad he usually played it off well, but this time his face was flushed with anger and you could see the veins in his forehead threatening to pop as he stared Randy down.

“Okay, okay. It’s not like shes Tate or anything,” he said, which only angered Stu more as he walked closer to Randy, pushing his index finger against his chest. “You’re right, touch either of them and you’re dead. Think about touching them, dead. If i so much as catch you breathing next to them again, dead. Don’t even make me warn Billy about you being around Sid, you’ll be a deadman as soon as he picks up his phone.” Stu said in a monotone voice, scaring both you and Randy since he was always so lively. Once Randy got the message and walked away, Stu went to your side and placed a hand on your cheek.

“You okay?” He questioned as you nodded, “yeah, you’re really scary when you’re angry, you know,” you said with a nervous laugh. “I’m not angry, well, a little. I’m jealous he can touch you like that in public,” he admitted as you scoffed slightly and brushed his hand away. “Well i’ve already told you how you can fix that,” you said as you began to walk away from him, Stu quickly followed behind and wrapped his arms around your waist. “You said it yourself too that you didn’t want Tate or Sid to be mad at you if I broke up with her just for you. Besides, I know how turned on you get knowing we might get caught,” he said as he pulled away from you, making you flash him a little smile.

“Are your parents home for the night?” You asked as he smirked, “business trips,” “Tate?” “At Sidney’s, projects due tomorrow for chem,” he said as you held your hand out to him, gladly accepting your hand into his. “Let’s head to yours then,” you hummed. “Only if you promise I get to send Meeks some pictures of what he’s missing out on.”

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Can you do a hobbie x fem!reader? But smut… I SOUND SO WEIRD😭

Freak on a leash

18+ please, MINORS DNI, sleepy sex, praise kink, male masturbation, fingering, oral (f), p in v, unprotected sex (don’t be silly wrap your willy irl please 🫶🏽)

Hobie came home, exhausted as usual. It had been a long day at the HQ and just as spider man.

He glanced into the bedroom before he went to go to a shower. He smiled slightly at your sleeping form, so peaceful.

He threw his suit off, and his vest. He quickly hopped into the shower, his mind wandering for a moment.

He thought back to you, your sleeping body. And he found himself getting hard at the thought of last week, you moaning and almost crying as you came undone on his cock, it had been days of being away, and Hobie missed you, clearly. And the photos you sent him didn’t help.

Hobie was always horny, it was almost like you had to keep him on a leash everyday you were with him so he wouldn’t just ram into you then and there in front of everyone.

His hands went to his cock, and he slowly started to stroke it, making small noises, but trying to keep them in to not wake you up, so that you can’t hear him through the thin walls.

You woke up though, you yawned and woke up at the sound of the shower. You looked around and noticed Hobies guitar on its stand, he was home.

You stood up, eyes begging for more sleep.

“Hobie?” You said groggily when you opened the bathroom door.

He winced at the noise of you. “Y-Yeah love?” He managed to get out

“You alright…?”

“I’m fine. Go back to bed, yeah?”

You walked back into the room, and just laid down, waiting for him. He sighed in relief when you left, and continued to stroke his cock, faster now. Once he was done, he shut off the shower, and put the towel around his hips.

He brushed his teeth before going into the room. He didn’t expect you to still be up.

“Thought I told you to go back to sleep.” He mumbled, rummaging through the drawers.

“Thought you also told me to not listen to what anyone says.” You said, and looked at him.

“I did, ‘nd I was right.” He found a pair of boxers, putting them on and drying off his body, and going next to you.

You both laid down now staring at each other.

“How was your day..?” You asked quietly, he could hear how tired you were.

“It’s was alright.. what bout yours?”

“Boring. Would’ve been better with you.” You mumbled and went closer to him, he put an arm around you and kissed your forehead.

“Mines too. Sorry I keep comin’ home so late.”

“It’s not your fault.” You said, knowing about his work.

“I should be here for my girl more often, though…”

“That we can both agree on, but it’s okay.” You shrugged.

“Nah, it’s not. I wanna show you jus’ how much I love you, yeah? You gon’ let me?”

You nodded slowly, and he smiled at that.

He moved the covers away from you both, and he slowly went to your legs. He kissed your thighs, deciding to just go to sleep in panties was a good idea.

He bit your inner thigh, leaving a hickey. You whined. He took off your panties with his teeth, throwing them across the room.

He collected your juices on his finger, and he licked it. He prodded his finger into your entrance, you moaned and bucked your hips.

“Relax. I gotchu.” He said, holding your hips down with his other hand. His fingers working on your sensitive bundle of nerves.

You whined again. “Hobie, quit teasing.”

He put another finger in and laughed quietly, he moved them in and out, amused at how you were clenching around his fingers.

“You gonna cum?” He asked.

You only nodded eagerly. He smiled and soon his fingers were replaced with his mouth. He worked his younger on your clit, his cold lip piercing hitting the right spot.

You moaned and bucked your hips again, and you came all on his tongue. Hobie smiled and licked his lips clean and looked back at you.

“Good girl, such a good girl.” He mumbled, going back up to you, now on top of you. He stroked his cock a few times, and ripped off your shirt.

“Hobie!”

“Sorry, I’ll get you another.” He kissed you, and aligned his cock at your entrance.

He groaned and you moaned. He looked down at you, and your eyes were screwed shut. He stood still for a while, letting you adjust.

No matter how many times you guys had sex, he always let you adjust for a while. He didn’t want it to be uncomfortable or anything.

Then he slowly started to thrust, you looked at him as he held tightly onto the headboard. Your tired half lidded eyes staring up at him.

“So pretty. So gorgeous.. fuck, you were made for me.” He groaned out, and started to thrust harder.

It felt like heaven, he was beautiful on top of you.

After a little, it didn’t take much for him to cum.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum, can I cum inside..?” He asked. Your eyes widened at the suggestion, but you nodded.

“Please.” You whimpered.

His cock painted your walls white, you both moaning and cumming at the same time.

You yawned as he pulled out of you, whining at the loss and desperately reaching out for him.

“Shshsh, it’s alright. I’m here, yeah? I’m just gonna get ya cleaned up.” He mumbled, and went to go get a rag. He wiped up both of your guys cum, you bucked your hips and tried to get away when he did so, your cunt overstimulated.

“It’s alright, ya tired? Go to sleep, love.” He mumbled, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“I love you.” You mumbled and cuddled up to him the second he got in bed next to you.

“I love you.” He kissed you, and held you closely.

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[pilotinthestars]

the divine's plan is perfection - PilotInTheStars

rating: teen | word count: 1.8k | @today-in-fic

chapter 1 on ao3

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The embryo transfer was on Monday. Scully had informed Mulder on Friday, before leaving for the weekend, with the same casualness as if she was going to visit her mother for lunch. Mulder had paused, not knowing what to say. He decided on a Good luck and a Call me if you need anything. And it was true. She could call him at two in the morning and he’d be there, ready to bring her what she needed, but she didn’t. 

Scully had somehow still arrived in the office on Monday morning with her hair straightened, blue blazer and skirt ironed, and lunch packed. It was as if the IVF wasn’t happening, and she went about her work as if it was a normal week for her. On Tuesday, she had even gone down for an autopsy, and he stopped by halfway through the afternoon. The smell of formaldehyde always made his stomach churn. She was unphased.

Friday had been the same so far. Scully’s suit was pressed and her hair was straightened and everything was normal until about 11:15. Her manicured nails were tapping her pen absentmindedly as she read through her case report before she twiddled it and wrote something down quickly and neatly. At that minute, she had opened a new one carefully but didn’t pick up her pen. She quickly threw it shut and excused herself from the room hurriedly.

Mulder thought that maybe she’d be back quickly, but it was soon 11:30 and she was nowhere to be found. And he was admittedly worried, especially due to the fact this week had otherwise been entirely normal up until now.

He stood up from his desk and left their office (newly returned to them) to step out into the hallway. Scully was nowhere to be found, and he turned the corner to see their janitor mopping the floor. They locked eyes and Mulder’s question was instantly answered. With a nod from the janitor, he was directed to the one-room bathroom in the basement, its lock showing a red OCCUPIED. 

Taking a deep breath, he clenched his hand into a fist and rested it on the door before knocking twice.

“Scully?” he asked gently. “Are you alright in there?”

There was a large pause. He heard a sniff, and he expected a quiet yet defiant I’m fine, Mulder. Instead, he was greeted with the click of the lock and the red quickly switching to a green VACANT. 

He quietly opened the door, surveying the room to find Scully on the floor with her back to the wall and her knees pulled up against her chest. She was surrounded by a litter of crumpled-up paper towels, a minefield in her vicinity.

Scully looked up at him, her eyes red, her mascara rubbed around her eyes.

“Sorry.”

“Nothing to apologize for,” he said, locking the door behind him. He pushed a few of the paper towels away with his foot to sit next to her on the floor. 

It would be incredibly stupid to ask if she was okay.

Scully sniffed. “It’s really silly.”

“I doubt it is.”

She wiped at her eyes and he pulled off a new square of paper towel for her to blow her nose.

“Everything about this is terrible.” He didn’t respond, and she looked up at him. “I knew it would be hard. I had to sign a million documents saying that I knew. I did so much research.”

She blew her nose again. “And I’m going about life like it’s normal.”

You don’t have to, he thought to himself, but he held her hand in his because he didn’t know what else to do.

“Did something happen this morning?” he asked softly.

Another tear slipped down her cheek before landing on her pant leg. “My mother called me before I left this morning. I feel bad, I was kind of short with her. I don’t know. I think she’s supportive because… The Church doesn’t accept these things but she understands why I’m doing this. And she’s been praying for me, and she told me I should go and pray too. I could come with her to Mass this weekend.”

“Do you want to?”

Scully ripped her paper towel in half.

“I don’t know. Part of me thinks I should. But why would I ask God to do any more for me?”

Mulder knew Bill Jr. had some choice words about infertility. When her daughter Emily’s died and her nephew Matthew’s was born, he had gone on and on at dinner. Apparently he and Tara had struggled with it too, but faith in God had helped. Their wishes weren’t left ungranted.

What was the point of faith in God if he had nothing to give? Why believe in him if he was relentlessly cruel?

Mulder would travel to the ends of the earth for a lot of things. He’d find God himself if he could get an answer.

“It’s wrong of me to think the way I am,” she admitted. “It’s not that there’s anything wrong with this.” The ova, the needles, the medicine. “Plenty of people have to do it. It’s good that this even exists.” She was ever the doctor, always grateful for scientific advancement.

Two more tears fell from her eyes. “I’ve been through hell, and yet this is the worst.”

It wasn’t the careful making of a baby most couples imagined. Mulder knew it was selfish for him to think about it. Did she imagine him or someone else, someone she knew, or some stranger? 

He didn’t know what to think about any of this. He hadn’t for weeks, not when she first asked him when he had to donate his sperm at the clinic, or even during the transfer. There was something strange and delicate growing between them. A breath could shatter it.

He did know he would do anything to give her what she wanted.

Scully buried her face in her hands. “It’s not fair, Mulder.” She hiccuped. “And my hormones are everywhere. And I get upset over things I shouldn’t. Tara gave me a call the other day, and let Matthew say hello over the phone and I started to sob. I never get to see my nephew, and all he gets is me crying.”

He opened his arms and she went to them instinctively, enveloped by him and his suit jacket. Her shoulders shook and he buried his nose in her hair.

“And I’m afraid it won’t work. It’ll be for nothing.” 

His hand moved to stroke the back of her head.

“You don’t know yet.”

“It’s so hard to trust.”

It was fair. It was hard to trust. It was hard to trust the ova that had been sitting for years, magically brought to the fertility clinic. It was hard to trust that a sperm and an egg in a dish could even work. It was hard to trust that one cycle of treatment would work. 

He had nothing to comfort her. So he held her and hoped to whoever was out there that they could give Scully what she wanted. He didn’t know if he’d be allowed.

“I think you’ll feel better off the floor,” he whispered. 

She moved back, her face puffy and red. “Maybe.”

Hesitant to let her go, he stood up, letting her hand fall into his. He lifted her to her feet, handing her a fresh paper towel for her to dab her eyes. He could maybe tempt her with a milkshake, something sweet to make her feel better, a distraction from the embryo in between them, deciding if it wanted to stick around.

 “I say we take our lunch break. How about the soda shop? My treat.”

Scully nodded and took a deep breath, but went to look at herself in the mirror, wiping at where her makeup had run. 

Her routine continued, and she opened up the compact mirror from her purse to fix her power and mascara, and all the other little things that came with putting on a morning face. He’d already gotten his wallet and his keys and his fingers tapped the desk anxiously.

“How have the progesterone shots been?” he finally asked once they got back to the office and she started packing her purse. 

The words hung in the air ominously and it hit him all at once. She had never talked to him about progesterone shots. He had read it during his research when he had read about IVF until the sun finally broke over the city. In fact, he’d been wanting to ask for about a week now but had been far too cautious too.

She zipped her purse to break the silence. “Not fun.” She smiled at him. “No shots are.”

He opened the door for her as she carefully placed her bag on her shoulder. “I’ve gotten a routine down though, I looked into it. I warm up the syringe on a heating pad.” 

Of course, Dr. Dana Katherine Scully would find the most efficient and painless way of doing it. A dark part of his brain told him it was best he wasn’t there, despite how much he wanted to be. His job had been done already. He wasn’t needed.

They sat in a comfortable silence on the way to the restaurant and while Scully opted for the half-sandwich/cup-of-soup option, he got a strawberry milkshake that she gladly partook in. She seemed in a good mood, and he got her to talk about the dog her neighbors had, who she’d been walking while they’d been at rehearsals for a play, because she really did miss Queequeg, but she didn’t have time for a dog right now. Their spoons took turns scooping from the glass cup until Scully grabbed the last bite right as the bell rang and the door swung open.

A chubby little toddler stumbled into the room, his father close behind, pushing the stroller in. Scully’s back was to the door but she could hear his little babbling. The blood drained from her face and she looked down into her plate. 

He took her hand in his own, but it rested in his palm limply. “I’m going to go pay.” 

She nodded and he walked up to the front counter with a twenty. “Keep the change,” he told them and walked back over to where Scully had hurriedly put her notepad and her lipstick back in her bag. 

“Can we go on a walk?”

He nodded immediately. 

Scully slid out of the booth and kept her hand down, Mulder led her out, his hand on her back. The baby had been placed in a highchair and he turned around to see Mulder walking by. He lifted a hand to wave and smiled with all of his six teeth. Mulder found his other hand raised to give a little wave. 

The height difference between them would not allow him to see if she was crying, but when they finally got into his car he took a peek. Her face was impassive.

[jjkamochoso]

The Perfect Fit

Story Overview: Levi Ackerman begrudgingly finds himself falling in love with the Survey Corps’ seamstress. Will they be able to own up to their feelings for each other? Or is their love doomed to fail before they discover the truths of each other’s hearts? This slow burn reader insert story will be filled with angst, yearning, and a bit of mystery as we slowly unravel the truths behind Y/N’s past… and explore her and Levi’s future!

Chapter 6

Chapter 5 linked here

Chapter 7 linked here

Levi Ackerman x female reader

Warnings: cussing

When Levi woke up, he was thoroughly confused. Where was he? Whose blanket was this? Most importantly, what the fuck time was it? As he raised his face up from the table it rested on, memories came rushing back to him. He remembered your sewing machine lulling him to sleep, but it was still daytime then. He must’ve dozed off for at least 4 hours! That was the longest he’d slept without a nightmare in years. He looked around to greet you but you were nowhere to be seen. A small lantern was shining in your room, seemingly left for him because it wouldn’t give you nearly enough light to work with. Levi wiped his eyes, taking the blanket off his back and placing it neatly on your bed. He felt the chill of the castle run through his bones without the extra warmth he’d been accustomed to for the past however long he was out for. As he eyes adjusted to the dark, he spied a note on the table near where his head previously laid.

Out for late night snack. Be back soon!

-Y/n

He smiled to himself. You were like a grown up Sasha the way you were always eating. He went to grab his empty tea cup to take back to the dining hall but it was gone. You must’ve taken it with you. He was grateful you chose to stick around him even when he pushed you away; you were a light he didn’t know he needed, but if it ever went out, he’d be lost in the darkness.

You weren’t sure exactly what time it was, just that it was cold and dark and food hadn’t been served in the dining hall for quite some time. There were some uneaten pastries left out, probably forgotten by a drunken soldier, that you munched on. Moonlight shone through a small window at the top of the wall, illuminating where you sat. You hadn’t noticed Levi come up behind you until he shared your spot on the bench. You could tell he needed the rest he got in your office because when you glanced at his face, he didn’t look as worn down. You ripped off a piece of your bread and handed it to him. You two snacked together for a few minutes before he broke the silence.

“I think somebody spiked my tea. I was completely out.”

“Don’t look at me!” you exclaimed, putting your hands up in defense, “I like hearing you talk too much to knock you out like that. I take it you slept well?”

He nodded. “I haven’t slept like that in years. Or ever, really.”

“That’s good then. No offense but I think you needed it. You don’t look like you have heavy boulders weighing down on your shoulder right now.”

“Tch. Thanks for the kind words, brat,” he said, but you both knew the words had no bite behind them.

“No, I’m serious! It was nice seeing you sleep like that. You looked so peaceful and at ease for once, like you didn’t have a care in the world. I hope one day you have the privilege of looking like that while you’re awake.”

Another comfortable quiet washed over you.

“You’re not… going to tell anyone about that, are you?”

You were taken aback at how small Levi’s voice sounded. “What, you sleeping? Why should I, or anyone else for that matter, care?”

“Because you and everyone else were working and I was being foolish.”

“You’re so hard on yourself for no reason, Levi,” you said, nudging him gently with your shoulder, “you need to rest to be ready to deal with the shit you deal with. If that means taking naps in my office while I work, that’s fine. I’m certainly not judging you. I don’t think your squad or anyone else will either. Rest assured, I’d never tell anyone anyway, that’s not my place to do so. I don’t want Hange running sleep experiments on you next.”

Levi exhaled a small amount out of his nose, signaling a laugh. “It’s your turn to get some sleep. I don’t need you fucking up the tailoring of my pants tomorrow.”

“You’re right.” You yawned. “Guess I’ll see you around, Captain.” You stopped in the doorway, speaking one last time. “Whatever you need, my door’s always open for you. Please remember that, Levi.”

He didn’t think he could ever forget it.

As always your high quality work was finished in a timely manner and Levi was happy to receive perfect fitting pants. Just in time, too, because the snow had settled in and the Scouts needed to train. You had an appreciation for the snow ever since you were a kid, finding nothing more peaceful than being outside, wrapped up in warm layers, enjoying the quiet calm of the white blanket surrounding you. It was no different for you as an adult. You found yourself staring out the window and you were in awe at how pretty the castle looked when decorated with snowflakes and icicles. There was no way you’d miss the opportunity to play for a little bit! Your fingers nimbly buttoned up your big winter coat before you yanked your gloves on, practically skidding around the hallway corners to hurry outside. When you made it to the courtyard, you were stunned to see it completely devoid of people, a very uncommon occurrence. You were almost jumping for joy at your luck, happy to have the beauty all to yourself, even for a brief moment. You laughed quietly to yourself as you stuck out your tongue to catch snowflakes. When you tired of that, you had another great idea pop into your head. What fun is a snow day without snowmen friends to enjoy it with? You raced around the courtyard, assembling snowmen anywhere you could. You might’ve looked crazy, but you couldn’t care less.

Levi was greatly relieved that training had gone well. He was expecting his soldiers to be much worse in the cold weather than they were, leading him to have a little bit of hope in the future of the Survey Corps. Now that they were done for the day, he couldn’t wait to get inside and warm up with a hot cup of tea. As he rounded the corner to the courtyard, he stopped in his tracks. He took in the sight laid before him, extremely confused. What were these little piles of snow doing everywhere? And why did they all have smiling faces?

“My friends and I are having a snow day,” you told him, meeting him in the spot he felt frozen in.

“What is all of this?” he asked, eyes never leaving the monstrosity closest to him.

“They’re called snowmen, Levi. Don’t tell me you’ve never made one?”

“No, I haven’t. They’re creepy as shit.”

“Nuh-uh! They’re just little guys, look how cute,” you said, giving him the best puppy eyes you could muster while kneeling next to the snowman.

Levi couldn’t believe this. He was out all day training in the elements, basically hating life, and you were out here willingly? Making weird snow statues? Your zest for life never ceased to amaze him.

Rolling his eyes, he inspected one of the snowmen further. “I don’t get them, but they seem to be good for one thing.”

Your eyes lit up. Was he finally learning to appreciate the world with childlike wonder?

“Do tell, Captain.”

“Training.” Levi lifted his leg and in a flash his foot burst through the snowman, causing snow to scatter all over you two and the icy ground.

“Levi! You asshole!” you gasped, your gloved hand smacking him playfully in the chest. As you laughed and he slightly chuckled, you two were using your proximity to get a good look at each other. You admired how the white snow stood out against his jet black hair, creating an almost halo like glow around him. His cheeks had a slight pink tinge to them from the chilly air. He was a vision of winter perfection and you would gladly hold off the arrival of spring if it meant you could see Levi like this forever. Levi, on the other hand, was watching how the snowflakes fell gently on your eyelashes and nose as he wished he could kiss each one as they landed. He found himself slowly raising his freezing, uncovered hand toward you, his heart telling him to cup your cheek and kiss you like you were oxygen and he was on his last breath-

“You have dirt on your face, idiot. Wipe it off.” His head had come to the rescue and stopped him before he did something terribly stupid.

You giggled, rubbing your cheeks in attempt to clean them. “Oh, that happens a lot when I play in the snow. Thanks for looking out for me!”

Levi’s heart swelled with pride at your praise. That’s all he ever wanted to do in life— all he was good for— look out for people. Having their backs no matter what or for however small of a favor. He was happy to be useful. There was no way you’d stick by him if he wasn’t, he was sure of it.

“Hey y/n! What is all this?”

Jean, Conny, and Sasha made their way to you and Levi and Levi couldn’t have asked for better timing. You were awakening feelings in him he’d never felt before and he needed a break from your intoxicating presence.

“They’re called snowmen,” you beamed, “you guys wanna make some? It’s super easy!”

They agreed excitedly, their hands expertly crafting more additions to your snow army. Before you knew it, Eren, Mikasa, and Armin had joined too, and the whole courtyard was filled to the brim with snowmen of all shapes and sizes. Levi watched you play with the teens, joking around and throwing snow at each other. He knew they deserved someone like you to show them it was okay to be a kid and have a good time every once in a while. He was pulled out of his thoughts when Hange joined him.

“She’s a spunky one, isn’t she? At least now I’m not stuck surrounded by boring men with boring attitudes all the time,” they teased, earning a glare from Levi. They ignored it, opting to run into the chaos and make some snowmen of their own. Levi would never admit it out loud but having you stay with the Scouts had made the cold castle feel ablaze with the makings of a home.

Chapter 7

[greazyfloz]

Hughes?! Easy!

Jack with “I’ll buy you a new one” please 🥵

SMUT: 17. "I'll buy you a new one" w/ Jack Hughes

Behave

Jack and I are currently at the club with a couple of his teammates and their girlfriends. Usually I don’t get this horny when I’m drinking but tonight I am. Jack and I went upstairs for a bit because it was getting really hot downstairs on the dancefloor. As we were walking I pulled Jack into a hallway that looks like it leads to the back door and pushed him against the wall pressing my lips on his. I go to make the kiss deeper but Jack pulls away, “Babe-”.

“I’m so horny” I say and Jack laughs.

“We can’t just leave”

“Okay, then let’s go to the bathroom”

“Behave” Jack says laughing, pulling me back out to the sitting area. 

“Well can we atleast dance”

“Fine, but behave” Jack says taking us back to the crowded dark dance floor. He grabs my hips and I move in closer, I then turn so I can grind against his hips. While I am grinding against him I take one of his hands that was resting on his hips and guide it down to my wet panties. Jack pulled it away as soon as he felt my wet panties under my dress.”I told you to behave” Jack said into my ear.

“And I told you I was horny” I say, swinging my hips against him. He grabs my wrist and grabs me outside of the club. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and got an uber. Luckily it was a pretty busy club so there was an uber there within a minute or so.

We hop in the uber and Jack doesn’t say one thing the whole ride. Judging by the bulge in his pants, I’m guessing he is a little frustrated. When the uber drops us off Jack walks fast into our apartment and I speed walk, almost running after him to catch up.

Jack opens the door to our apartment and I follow as he holds it open for me. “Bedroom, now” Jack says, “Make sure you are naked”. I enter the bedroom and strip down everything except my underwear and lay on the bed. Jack enters the room shirtless and makes his way over to me as he undoes his belt then throws it to the side. “I said naked” he says before ripping off my panties.

He spreads my legs apart and begins sucking on my clit. I moan out at his tempo. He enter two fingers inside of me pumping them in and out as he flick his tongue on my clit. 

“Jack!” I moan out softly.

He takes his fingers out and moves his mouth to my pussy aggressive flicking his tongue inside me eating me out. I moan out loudly again as his hand starts rubbing circles around my clit at the same time. Jack has me throbbing by the time he pulls his mouth away. 

He then lays on the bed and I move down to flick my tongue on the tip of his cock, then lick from the bottom back up. One of my hands start pumping his cock as I put him inside my mouth. With other hand I massaged his balls earning a moan from Jack. I continue bobbing my head on his cock earning pleasure moans from Jack in the process.

“F-fuck! baby, ur so good”, “I love ur sweet mouth baby” he moans out.

He pulls me off him and pushes me back beside him before he climbs back on top lining his dick at my entrance, as he leans in for a kiss. He begins making out with be as he slips himself inside. I release a moan into the kiss and he smiles pulling away so he can pump himself hard and deep inside of me. He doesn’t last as long as he usually doesn’t before releasing himself inside me then plopping beside me on the bed.“Those were my favorite panties” I say making Jack laugh a little before responding: “I’ll buy you a new one”

[cricketnationrise]

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I would love some Kent Parson, 1:13am, in Vegas. I’m thinking The (Shipped) Gold Standard - Fall Out Boy for vibes and the rating is up to you, I’m good with any!

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1:31am, las vegas

Parson! Over here, Kent! What do you think about Jack Zimmermann’s overdose? No comment.

The bar Kent’s sitting in didn’t even card him. 

For all Kent wants to pretend he’s got his life together—he’s got his dream job, he’s moved out of his parents’ house for good, he’s making enough money to buy his mom a goddamn mansion—he’s scared fucking shitless. 

Every clink of the ice cubes against the bottom of his glass grates on his brain, a sharp reminder of the weight of an entire fucking franchise sitting on his shoulders. A franchise that might be settling for second-best, the only option available. Kent will never know—too terrified to ask—if Vegas would have drafted him regardless of Ja—Zimmermann’s presence; will never know just how he and Zimmermann would have done playing on opposing teams, how they would have stacked up.

And the bar didn’t even card him. Sure, he was dragged out by his new teammates, was being welcomed to the fold with alcohol and non-diet-approved bar food, was surrounded by boisterous young men who were putting their faith in him—

It’s fine, probably. They definitely picked this bar because they don’t card regularly. It’s not his teammates’ fault that the idea of one night of drinking being enough to tip the scales, to irrevocably tank a promising career, a future—is spiraling around Kent’s head, circling the drain. Zimms had been right there with him, neck and neck, constantly battling for more points, for bigger numbers. They’d pushed each other, pulling the best performance out of the other both off and on the ice. And in the blink of an eye, the flash of lightning, the space between one breath and the next: Jack had been ripped away—from hockey, from the NHL, from Kent.

Kent knew. He knew as soon as he saw Jack on the floor, skin a shade no skin should be, empty orange pill bottle next to his limp hand, and dialed 9-1-1 that life as he knew it was over. No matter what happened next, this would change everything. Part of him was panicking, practically hyperventilating, as he half-yelled, half-sobbed through the phone at the dispatcher, as he hovered ineffectually around the medics as they strapped Jack to a backboard. The other part of him railed from behind a wall of mute shock and horror and resignation as Jack blocked his phone number, kicked him out of his room, told his parents not to let Kent visit.

Each time Jack shut him out, another layer of chill settled around Kent’s heart. The wall around his real self got another brick higher every time a reporter asked about the draft. Deep in the core of himself, he wants to lash out, to push back, to scream that the boy he loves won’t talk to him and what did he do to deserve that—but even Kent isn’t self-destructive enough to say any of that where someone else can hear. So he’ll drink with his teammates, in a sketchy Vegas dive bar, and count down the days until the season starts.

It’s the only thing he’s got left.

Kent, what do you say to those people who say you only went first in the draft because Zimmermann wasn’t there? Haha, um...I guess we’ll never know what would have happened, will we? A great big mystery for us all. I’m just excited to get started on winning the Aces a Cup.

[thefangirlfever]

The Monster (a Miguel O'hara fanfic)

Summary : Miguel is hurt after a fight and he needs some help, something he usually refuses, because he is ashamed of his features.

Tags : angst, character struggles with body image, mention of blood, hint at child abuse, Miguel O’hara needs a hug (and a therapist), hurt/ comfort

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« What if I am a monster ? »

These thoughts would usually keep him up at night. He would toss in his bed relentlessly, chasing after sleep, fighting this idea. He was not a monster. At least he didn’t choose to be one. It was easy to forget what he actually looked like, lost in the dark of the night, with his eyes shut tight. But as soon as the light came back, he had no other choice than to face it.

He was a monster.

Fangs filled with a paralyzing venom. Talons that could rip through almost anything. Glowing crimson red eyes.

How could he forget all of this ? Just facing his reflection in a mirror was a struggle. He wished he could go back in time, go back to his former body. When his body was his. If he thought too much about it, he knew he could lose his mind and fall down a spiral of self-loathe and regret he was not ready to deal with. If he ever became ready to…

Any place with a mirror was like a prison for him as he watched his reflection trapped inside this little space. The med bay was probably his least favorite place in all the Spider-society. First of all, he hated anything that could look like a hospital. These places only reminded him of the most unhappy times of his life. There were mirrors on multiple walls and every one of his features was clearer than ever under the crude light of the neon. But the worst was the look people gave him. He should be used to it by now, but it still hurt. He didn’t need to see himself to know how he looked like. Covered in cuts, bruises and blood still fresh from a recent fight, he knew people only saw a monster.

Miguel quickly learned how to patch himself up. With his regenerating power, he could heal faster than anyone else, so he rarely went to the med bay. That sill was one of the rare things he saved from his childhood. Hiding, concealing and maybe one day, healing.

That night, he was standing in his office, watching the screens, looking for any anomaly when he felt a stinging pain in his chest, just above his left rib. He had been hurt badly the day before and despite his attempt to patch himself up, he could still feel the aftermath of the hit he got. Drowning himself in work usually helped him forget his worries, but tonight he couldn’t bring himself to go over this sensation. Carefully, the pads of his fingertips brushed against his rib. He winced at the pain. His face grimaced in discomfort and his sharp teeth flashed in the reflection of the screen. Even in this moment, he couldn’t deny his true nature.

Pain stung again in his chest, stronger and heavier, as if his heart weighed a hundred of pounds.

The doors of his office opened and someone stepped inside. The familiar voice of Peter B. Parker echoed in the room:

“Miguel, have you seen Mayday by any chance? I let her out for a minute and she managed to… Are you alright?”

Miguel was clearly not alright. He was leaning against his desk, his heart beating fast as the sting in his chest spread to his shoulder. His face lost his colors except for his red eyes. He watched Peter moving closer to him in the reflection. His colleague, would he dare him to call him a friend one day, stood just behind him with a face full of concern.

“Are you...hurt?” Peter’s voice was low. He knew he had to look for the right words in this delicate moment. Anything out of place would only make the situation worse. He recognized that look on Miguel’s face. His teeth were gritted and the bags under his eyes were more visible. He looked painfully pale, almost like a ghost.

“I’m fine.” But Miguel’s voice was slightly shaking. He was hurt, he was not feeling alright and yet, there was no way to say it out loud. Something prevented him to say anything. He remembered the last time he got examined by a doctor. In his situation he was not allowed to play victim or present himself like one. If he happened to be hurt, it somehow was still his fault.

Just like when he was a kid.

“You don’t look fine, Miguel. Maybe you should get this checked?”

This will only make things worse, just like every time he asked for help. But, of course, Peter couldn’t understand. He wasn’t there the last time he asked for help and this backfired. That’s how he learned that he could only rely on him.

Peter brought a hand to his friend’s shoulder but before he could say anything else, Miguel quickly turned around. His face was distorted in a grotesque expression while the sting in his chest worsens. He hissed, showing off his fangs and his grip on the desk tightened. His claws almost ripped the metal and he growled:

“I said I’m fine.”

Peter took his hand back and looked at him like it was the first time he saw him. Miguel knew that look, the look of fear. He had seen him a countless number of times on so many things that he shouldn’t feel bothered. Then, why did it make him feel worse that time? He knew that if Peter, or anyone else, saw more of him in this moment, he wouldn’t be able to look at himself in a mirror for days. He might feel like the child he used to be, scared and broken, but his face was one of a monster now.

« Get out Peter. »

Peter could sense that something was off. This wasn’t just about a couple of bruises this time. Miguel’s voice seemed broken and he was almost out of breath. Peter tried to reply ; maybe if he insisted enough Miguel would give in… Instead the man in front of him slammed his hand on top of his desk, claws all out and growled : « Get out ! »

There was not a single sane person who would deny this order and so, Peter left the office even if his mind told him he shouldn’t. Leaving Miguel alone in these moments could be dangerous for his friend, but a more selfish thought surged in his mind. Staying here could be dangerous for him. And so, Miguel was left alone.

At least, that’s what he thought.

Once Peter had left the room, Miguel leaned against the desk, his hands and breath shaky. His head felt heavier and the world seemed to spin a little faster. Something dripped down his side, slowly soaking his suit. One of his cuts had probably opened up. The metallic smell of blood hit him like a punch. His body tensed up as he took a deep breath. “Don’t do it. Don’t do it.” No matter how many times he would repeat this mantra, he felt himself crumbling under the weight of his condition. His knees couldn’t hold him anymore and he felt himself slowly falling to the floor. He rested his head against the desk, trying to catch his breath while hot tears fell down his cheeks. For the first time in ages, he didn’t have the strength to get up and fix himself. Maybe he could allow himself one good cry before getting back to pretending that he had everything under control, when in reality he couldn’t even control himself. His claws were out as he gripped the edge of the desk in a pathetic attempt ti get up, but all he could feel was the cold material bending and ripping under his strength. There was not a single thing he would not destroy in his life, he thought.

As time passed, he found himself wailing on the floor, something he hadn’t done in such a long time. The last time it happened, he was nine maybe and he was lying on his bedroom floor in front of his father, at least the man he thought was his father. That day, he swore that he would never find himself in this position ever again, no matter who or what he would face.

If only he had knew what he would have to sacrifice for that, just to stand on his feet with his head up, he wouldn’t have gotten up that day.

Lost in his thoughts, he barely heard the person moving next to him. Her footsteps were light and the first thing he heard was her babbling words. Miguel found himself conflicted. He should call Peter so he could take his daughter back, but that would mean he would see him like that, shaking, almost feverish, and at his lowest point… Before he could make a choice, the little girl put one of her hands on his cheek. Her voice was just a whisper as she let out a light laugh. Since Miguel didn’t respond, her face shifted to a confused expression.

God, he really hated the Parker. He thought no one could see him in this moment of weakness and of course, the two of them had to be there. But as much as he wanted to bring himself to resent them, he couldn’t deny the fact that this will never reach the level of disgust he felt toward himself.

This must have been the fever hitting him, because when Mayday ‘s fingers brushed against his cheek, all he could see was one face. A face that used to live in his dreams and was now only in his nightmares, screaming and crying.

“Gabi…”, he whispered, hoping his eyes were playing tricks on him. She was the last person he wanted to see him like that. He may have had regrets but at least he felt relieved that his daughter never saw him like the monster he was.

Mayday didn’t cry either, she didn’t even make a sound as she just watched his face. Maybe in a few years she would be able to understand what he feels like. But for now, she just kept a genuine smile on her round face, unable to see what most people would see. And Miguel hoped that in her children’s eyes, she was right, that maybe, he was more than a monster.

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Thanks for reading this story. It's a little different from what I usually write, so I hope you liked it!

[dreamsgazer]

OK SO mine isn't really a request because I have ideas but I can't write so they go nowhere and stay in my head because I'm incapable!!! anyway, I was thinking about a situation where reader and tangerine met on the train and they hit off right away like there's something special between them eheh, like they like each other but turns out that they're both on a mission and have the same goal - so they fight because reader steals the WHATEVER IT IS IDK that's in both their interest and manages to get off the train right under tangerine's nose when he was about to stop them, doing so in a fight reader rips tangerine's necklace, and basically breaks it and ultimately keeps it (and fixes it) . just in case. because they like him. genuinely. in fact she's very sorry for ruining the mission of the twins but it's a matter of life or death sooo rip AND they're also indirectly but maybe directly? the cause of the nasty scar tangerine now has on his neck because he risked his life because of this failed mission. and then I mean we all know what happens canonically but we Dont Care do we.... it's all a scar and a memory in the end.

ANYWAY they finally meet again when they're forced to team up by their handlers for another mission and like tangerine and lemon are mad mad because everyone was about to die on that train!! because of reader!!!! duh. also R feels very guilty because all that has happened / could've happened. and tangerine of course is angry because he was losing his life but also because he kinda was disappointed in their behavior and maybe in himself for trusting so easily a person.. anddd idk maybe there could be some angst because I love it and that's it THIS IS SO DUMB AND LONG I'm sorry I know I'll probably look to this request in a while and cringe so bad. but I'm just curious to see how you would continue it, like what do you think would happen, what are the first things they say to each other, how does it evolve things like that 🥰

of course, if you don't feel like writing anything that's totally fine and don't worry at all❤️❤️

p. s. : im sure ive taken the prompt where reader steals / ruins tangerine's mission from other fics as well so kudos to whoever came up with the idea :)

Dear Anon, first of all, thank you so much for your patience. I’m usually slow to answer, and with things being very busy at work I’m even slower. Please, do not cringe, it was awesome to read your ideas, and I was so happy you sent this message. Thank you so much ❤️ , and I hope you enjoy how this turned out!

A Darling Mess

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" you groan, letting your head hit the wall behind you. The golden necklace glints between your fingers.

You didn't mean to steal it. You really didn't. You didn't mean to run into the Twins and most certainly didn't mean to hook up with the moustached one in one of the bathrooms on that cursed train either.

More accurately, you shouldn't have wanted to hook up with him, but as soon as the two of you had crossed paths in one of the carriages, you knew it was going to happen. And when it happened it was quick and glorious and earth-shaking, and you hoped you were going to see him again. 

Then everything went to shit, you two fought for that damned suitcase - his hands apparently were really good for many different things - and you barely ran away from that train with all your limbs.

Your smartphone buzzes incessantly. It's your handler.

"Where are you?"

It's not like him to sound so distressed.

"Not sure about the exact position, it's an alley near Nagoya station. I think I need a lift."

He tells you about a derailed bullet train and how it seems a lot of people - assassins like you, but still... people - died. One of the Twins as well, according to the info he got. The moustached one. You feel a pang of pain in your chest, which is stupid because he was just a stranger you fucked on a train.

A year has passed. Tokyo has slowly just started to become a mission you will remember with regret for a long time when you find yourself pointing your weapon at Moustache Guy again. While he's doing the same. And his brother is aiming a gun at you as well.

Shit.

You are more surprised to see him most definitely alive than to have him threatening you.

“You owe me a great deal,” he hisses, low and dangerous “You fucked up our mission, stole my fucking necklace, and almost got me killed. Almost got my brother killed as well! Why shouldn’t I murder you on the spot?”

You frown “First of all, the necklace got caught in my jacket while you were using me as a human punching ball. Second,” you add, eyes only quickly flickering on the huge, angry scar on his neck “one of you is going to kill me for sure, but I can guarantee you I will take the other down with me.”

Anger blazes in his eyes and you push further, adrenaline pumping in your veins “Third, asshole, you and your brother here screwed up since the moment you decided to leave the suitcase and the boy you were supposed to escort unguarded! What utterly morons do that?”

A pause and then you decide to further test your luck “Last but not least, I’m sorry you two almost got killed. I can apologize for my part in that, even if it’s a small one. But I won’t accept you blaming me for the rest, Moustache Boy!”

His nostrils flare, and he glares at you. It’s unfair that he looks even more ravishing with that savagery seeping from him in hot waves. Also, you probably shouldn’t get distracted by that, since the danger of being shot is a very real one.

Lemon’s laughter is short, and he nods at you, interrupting the impasse “This one got quite a temper, uh? I kind of see the fascination with the... situation.”

Tangerine snarls an insult at him, but it carries no real venom. 

In the end, after some calls from your handler and his reminders to the Twins that they have to collaborate with you on this mission and an offer to triple the pay for all of your messed up trio, guns are put away, hands tentatively shaken, and scowls mostly kept under control. 

You know they still blame you for your part in the train debacle. Yet, true to their professional reputation, they carry through the mission. It’s a long one.

Living in such proximity inevitably leads to some kind of tepid intimacy. Lemon is the first one to soften up a bit. He starts to ask you if you want some coffee. He asks you about your favourite book, once he spots you reading it to fight your insomnia. He thanks you after you retrieve a USB pen that will help with the job. And one day he gives you a sticker of some train and tells you that despite everything you are not a Diesel. You are not sure what it means, and Tangerine indeed scoffs at the words, but after that things are a little less tense, between the three of you.

Tangerine slowly stops glaring at you and once he almost compliments your ability in combat, after you knock out a goon that was going to stab him. 

The progress is little but steady, and one night, for a hilarious twist of the events, the moon finds you two looking outside the same window, in the little apartment you have been given as a base.

“I’m sorry you got shot.”

He nods at your words, slightly sniffing and making his moustache move over his very kissable lips. 

“Thanks,” he hesitates before quickly murmuring his own apology about blaming you and only you “I think my ego got a tad hurt realizing you shagged me just because of a honeypot mission.”

“I didn’t,” it's the quiet murmur that gently interrupts his gruff confession. 

He scoffs “I very much think we did it in that bathroom, love.”

“Not that,” you roll your eyes at him “I meant it wasn’t a honeypot mission. I- I did not hook up with you because of work. I didn’t even know you and Lemon were the ones having that cursed briefcase, at the time.”

Tangerine just looks at you, and you look back at him “I have your necklace. It got a bit damaged, but I had a jeweller fix it. I know it’s stupid, but I thought-”

Your voice dies down a bit and you are not really shocked to feel his calloused hand gently cupping your face, making you look at him “What did you think?”

You swallow “I thought I was going to find out where Lemon put your grave and bring the necklace there.”

You feel a tear roll down your cheek, and then another, and another. He kisses them, one by one, his lips lingering on your soft skin, and you sob “I’m so stupidly glad you didn’t die.”

He chuckles against your lips “So am I, my darling.”

You kiss him and he kisses you back, and the morning after Lemon is not surprised to catch you coming out from Tangerine’s bedroom.

Sensing your hesitation, he winks at you “Glad it happened. Be good to him, ya?”.

And of course, you nod back, with all your heart.

[stevenfics]

I can’t be what you need

Dean and Sam Winchester

Word count; 872

Warnings; light whump, hurt/little to no comfort, descriptions of blood, descriptions of wounds, dead character mentioned, demon blood addiction referenced.

Summary; after a specially rough few weeks, Dean finds Sam curled up in their motel bathroom, sobbing.

Notes; it’s 1am and it isn’t edited lol, I had to get it out of my system. Also first published fanfic so be nice augh I’m terrified.

“Sammy!”

Dean called out as soon as he walked into the motel room. He was carrying two large fast food bags, and had managed to open the door with one of his feet. He placed the bags on the table, then opened one of them and pulled out a burger, which he quickly started eating.

“Sammy?” He called out again, this time with his mouth full. When Sam still didn’t respond, Deans hand slowly crept down to the handgun in his pants, quietly cocking it and keeping one finger on the trigger as he went around the room.

“Sam?!”

He ripped open the closet door and pointed the gun at the empty space. He was more confused than anything else; there were no signs of demons, and they hadn’t even started looking into a new case. Soon, though, he could hear a faint sobbing coming from the bathroom. Dean placed his burger on the table and quickly made his way to the bathroom, pulling the door open and wildly pointing his gun around. However, there was nobody to shoot at.

Sam was slumped against the tiled wall in the shower, covered in blood. A kitchen knife lay beside him, and deep gashes ran along both of his underarms. His hands were trembling. The lower half of his face was covered in dark red, getting mixed with the tears as he stared blankly at the cuts on his arms. Dean decocked his gun and threw it into the living room, rushing down towards Sam.

“Who did this to you?! I swear to god I’ll murder that son of a bitch,” he muttered while quickly gathering the nearest clean towels. He wrapped them around his brothers underarms and, to the best of his ability, applied pressure to both of them.

“I- I just- I thought maybe I could-“ Sam stuttered in between sobs and sniffles.

“What, you did this?!”

“Dean, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I just thought I could- that I- everything has been going wrong and I just needed- I’m really sorry, I’m sorry.”

Dean stared at his bloodshot eyes, then glanced at the knife. He swiftly kicked it away with his foot. Sam buried his face in the towels.

“Hey, hey, Sam, Sammy look at me, look,” he said, gently grabbing his face and forcing their eyes to meet, “you’ll be just fine, Sammy, I promise, we’ll patch you right up.”

His voice quavered and his eyes were watering, but he tried to keep it together. Sam didn’t need more to worry about. They couldn’t keep this going for much longer, he was going to bleed out if they didn’t somehow close the wounds.

“Cas, I need you to get your feathery ass down here,” he hissed. His gaze left Sam’s as he instead looked up at the motel ceiling.

“I need you to fix him, I need you to fix Sam, I can’t do it quickly enough.”

He felt a pressure on his hands and looked back down, where his brother had slumped forward.

“No no no, Sam, you’re not supposed to go like this.”

He grabbed his head and held it up, gently patting his cheeks.

“Rise and shine, come on, I know you’re tired, Sammy, but Cas is on the way, I promise.” He felt the burning as the tears began to stream down his face. Sam’s eyes opened slightly.

“Jess,” he mumbled, wearily shaking his head, “I want Jess, could you- Dean, where is she? Can you get her?”

Dean felt the colour drain from his face. He quickly nodded.

“Of course, Sammy, she’ll be right here, just stay awake.”

He sniffled, then coughed to try and cover it up.

“Damn it, Cas, where are you?”

“Dean.”

The monotone voice of the angel was like music to his ears.

“Jesus, what took you so long?!”

He stood up and pointed down at the blood covered Sam on the floor.

“Use your angel mojo and fix him!”

Cas’ crystal blue eyes met his before he bowed down and unwrapped the now soaked towels around Sam’s arms. Dean looked away when the familiar bright light emerged from the wounds, something he’d seen too often when Cas had healed them in the past. He felt useless, completely and utterly useless.

“He lost a lot of blood,” Cas finally said as he stood back up, again looking at Dean.

“What, you think I’m blind?! You think I can’t see that?!” He gestured wildly at the big pool of blood they were standing in.

“Help him into bed. Let him rest. I will clean this up,” was all Cas responded with. Dean took a deep, shaky breath, then pulled up his brother and dragged him to the nearest motel bed.

“Jess?” He mumbled when his head finally met the pillow.

“Uhm…”

Dean had no idea what to say. The tears were still streaming down his face. He carefully moved Sam over and crawled into the bed with him.

“She’ll be right here, Sammy. But I’m here for now.”

Sam sighed and turned over, leaving Dean to face his back. Dean moved up into the bed a little and started caressing Sam’s head.

“She’ll be here in a minute, I promise Sammy. I promise.”