#and then anxiety all night and then I made it worse :D

[dreamerwriternstargazer]

Having a mental breakdown at work while smiling and teaching 😄

[shanhelsing]

🦀

[heartofwritiing]

His sweater

paring: cc!wilbur soot x fem!cc!reader (featuring cc!tommy and cc!tubbo)

summary: you and wilbur are in a private relationship and one day while you’re streaming chat recognizes the sweater you’re wearing.

authors note: I wrote this a while back when I was coming back into writing. I'm sorry if its not as good as my usual stuff. the reader is a small streamer but she's close with all the britsh ccs, (bc she lives in the uk) she and wilbur are dating and no one knows not even their friends! but some of them do suspect it! I thought it was cute not sure if it's been done before and I really enjoyed writing it!!

warnings: secret relationship, anxiety attack, fluff, not proofread, and unedited!

It was supposed to be a relaxed stream, chatting and hanging out before Wilbur got home. That’s what it started as. You logged onto Twitch around 7:40 or so, after hanging out with Tommy and the gang for the day. 

Wilbur had gone to his office. He told you to head off without him and said he would be home in an hour or two after he finished editing. That was fine with you. You didn’t mind when he worked late since you didn’t go to bed until around midnight.

No one knew you and Wilbur were together. Like together, together. They thought you were close friends. Not even your friends knew you and sometimes hanging out with them was hard because you wanted to be all

It's not that you were embarrassed by each other. You wanted your privacy and time together to be yours and yours alone. You knew everyone in the group could be eccentric about romantic relationships. You knew deep down they would be happy for you but this was something you and Wilbur agreed to keep secret. For a while at least.

Only a few times have you let it slip when you were out with friends. Everyone knew you two were close so it wasn't that odd to see you being close.

Phill was the only one who knew what was going on. Because once he had caught Wilbur taking your hand in his while you walked side by side. You both completely forgot he was walking right behind you. Separating your hand from Wilbur's when Phill was giving you a knowing glance out of the corner of your eye. Wilbur felt you let go of his hand and he turned to you pouting.

Wilbur got the message completely, seeing Phil smirk back at him. Then, to make matters worse Tommy caught on to Phill being suspicious about something all day. Hence began the young blonde bugging him about what he was all smirking about all day.

Then there were times when you both streamed together. Whether it be at your house or even playing on the SMP, sometimes things would slip out on both your faults.

Like you’ll flirt with each other, or he’ll call you love, or darling. Small things that not everyone can catch onto. Everyone thinks you’re roleplaying anyways but you both know it's not. If you’re on stream you’ll hold your hands under the desk out of view of the webcam. Wilbur would caress your knuckles with his thumb, letting you know he was there. Or you’ll lay your heads on each other’s shoulders during late-night streams when you’re so tired. Little things like that, and of course chat goes nuts for it. 

They think it’s adorable how close you guys are. You love it too. , some people ship you guys but you ignore it, not caring about what they think. It wasn’t anyone's business.

So here you were taking a sip of water from your bottle and as you read the chat a donation came up and it made you perk up.

“Alyssa thank you for the four months!” you read off the donation with a smile. It made you happy that people wanted to stick around with your channel and found it a safe community to fall back on. That was what you wished for.

Your chat was going slow as usual since only about 2,000 or so people were watching. You were comfortable in your little corner.

Your eyes skimmed through the incoming text on your monitor. You froze when you saw a particular statement about your attire.

User: Wait is that Wilbur's sweater?!

You didn’t dare say anything as you tried to shake it off but the comments kept coming in after that faster than before. Everyone seemed to recognize it since he often wore this one in videos. 

You had forgotten Wilbur gave you his sweater sometime early in the night. It wasn’t cold in Brighton during the day, it was warm in the sun. The perfect weather for a band shirt and your favorite pair of comfy pants. But after sunset, you had gotten chilly and Wilbur had offered you his sweater.

You shivered as the chilly wind made goosebumps rise on your arms. You wished you had brought a jacket before going out. You forgot to check the weather and you didn’t think you’d be staying out all day. It was fine, you weren’t going to make a big deal out of it.

Wilbur, who is walking with Tommy glances in your direction. Noticing your shivering state with your arms crossed, you failed to warm yourself up.

Without hesitation, Wilbur pulls his yellow jumper over his head and jogs to catch up with you. Holding out his arm with the sweater all bunched up in his hand, he nudged you.

You turn to look at him. Heat rushed to your cheeks at the realization of why he was handing you his sweater. He had noticed you were chilly and your stomach grew butterflies.

"You're shivering. I don’t want you to catch a cold."

You felt warm inside. You never thought you’d find the typical romantic gestures appealing but then you met Wilbur. Who proved you wrong. He was always a gentleman. It made you fall in love with him more and more.

You take it gratefully and put it on. The bright yellow contrasted against y/h/c and somehow made your skin glow. It made you look happy somehow, but it could be the fact you were wearing your boyfriend's sweater.  The smell of his cologne faintly lingers on it.

Wilbur blushed and felt a bit dizzy seeing you wearing his clothes sometimes, and now it was the same case. He thought you looked adorable and was glad he could help you be warmer.

“Thanks, Will,” you smiled.

You almost stood on your toes to kiss his cheek but stopped yourself short. You didn’t want the others to see. Wilbur didn’t care. He leaned right over and kissed your head quickly.

"Of course, darling."

You smiled at the memory of two hours ago as the chat was still spamming you with questions. You tried to ignore it so you booted up your saved game of Stardew Valley. Knowing everyone wanted an update on your farm.

As you played you would glance over to your other monitor and notice chat wasn’t letting up about the sweater. It was getting a bit on your nerves since chat was getting a little hectic and you wanted to have a normal stream. Suddenly you heard an alert for Discord on your computer and you perked up like a golden retriever.

“Oh hold on chat, I’m getting a message!” you say opening up Discord on the opposite screen, just in case. Hopefully, someone wants to join you for a game or chat with you for a while. You were optimistic about finding out.

You saw it was from Tubbo. You immediately got excited seeing a notification from one of your closest friends. Your eyes read his message carefully making your heart sink to your stomach.

Tubbo: Hey, Y/N I don’t mean to alarm you but you’re trending on Twitter. I think you should check it out. 

Below his message was a link and you clicked on it hesitantly, assuming the worst you were bracing yourself for. Twitter opened up to reveal a whole thread of posts involving various screenshots. You sat in your desk chair with your messy hair and Wilbur's sweater clinging to your body.

You tried not to show too much emotion on your face while you scrolled. Knowing that all your now 4,000 viewers were watching you with every beat.

Tears brimmed in your eyes as all this attention was starting to overwhelm you.

You typed back a reply to Tubbo.

This is bad, right?

You were trying so hard to keep it together, everyone was figuring out your secret. You didn’t want everyone to find out this way, especially not your friends. They deserve better.

No no no, they don’t know what they’re talking about and just ignore it.

Easier said than done tubs.

ik ik

I was watching your stream and I noticed chat being nosey and I could tell you were uncomfortable. Are you okay?

You moved your eyes back to the chat again. It was going even faster now. Your viewer count had gone up even more. Everyone was asking why you were being so quiet all of a sudden. You apologized to everyone before returning to your chat screen with Tubbo.

“I'm sorry guys just message my friend real quick.”

Yeah.

Listen y/n if it's true or not I’m happy for you either way.

I'm sorry you had to find out this way.

Don’t be. It’s not your fault.

Does anyone else in the group know?

Just me. And technically Ranboo but he hasn’t figured it out.

You giggled at that.

You were so enthralled talking with Tubbo that you didn’t even hear the front door open. Will was home, toeing off his shoes and hanging up his flat keys.

You typed to Tubbo that you were going to end the stream. Make up some excuse that you were too tired but you didn’t want to seem suspicious. That’s when Wilbur snuck up behind you and leaned down so that he could wrap his arms around your shoulders.

Chat went even crazy. Spelling his name in all caps. Chaos. Absolute chaos.

You instantly froze at the contact and stayed like that for a good solid couple of seconds in shock. The smirk on Wilbur's lips was still prominent, but what he did next stunned you more than you already were.

Wilbur leaned down and placed a kiss on your cheek tenderly. His lips lingered on your skin. Burning. You always felt this way when he kissed you. It was sweet and brief. You could feel his breath across your skin when he pulled away. Like it wasn't a big deal that he simply kissed you in front of thousands of people. Looked up at your monitor and smirked when he saw your chat going ballistic.

“Oh are you streaming?” he asked. Of course, he knew you were streaming, and yes he did see the tag trending. Tubbo had messaged him as well and Wilbur thought now was the best time to reveal. He wanted everyone to know you were his, and he was yours. So he hatched a scheme in his head to surprise you by coming home while you were still streaming. So, you were in shock that your boyfriend had come in and kissed your cheek on camera. In front of your viewers.

You were a bit mad at him at the moment. Then you saw how cute he looked with his head resting on your shoulder as he watched the chaos issue from his work.

“Guess the cat’s out of the bag now huh darling?” he hummed into your ear softly.

It made you flustered when you felt his lips brush your ear. 

“Now everyone knows you're mine.”

Your heart was beating a million miles per second. You couldn’t believe it was happening. You were so relieved and yet kinda annoyed with Wilbur at the same time for sneaking up on you. You wanted to swipe that cheeky grin off his face. He could be such a smart ass sometimes, but you love him for it. 

Now would be a good time to end this. You thought as you cleared your throat and kept your eyes on the chat log.

"Well, that's enough for me tonight, goodnight.” You finally say quickly, coming out of your flustered state.

"Bye chat,” Wilbur waves.

As soon as the outro screen came on you logged out of Twitch. Immediately, you lay your face in your hands and began crying. Wilbur grew concerned.

"Y/N?" He spun your chair around to face him. He got down to his knees in front of you and placed his hands on your arms. Your heart was beating in your ears, pounding as the situation became too much. Hitting that end stream button brought a sense of relief now that you could finally take it all in. Everyone knew. There was no going back from this. You were so sure that you'd never get a break from the constant questions and judgment that come with being a content creator. 

Besides you on the table, your phone was going off like crazy, vibrating and shaking with alerts. You lifted your head to stare at it in fright. Wilbur detected your uneasiness immediately and grabbed your phone to shut it off completely before turning his attention back to you. 

He brings his hand up to tuck strands of your hair out of your face and behind your ears. You try your best to begin a breathing exercise to calm yourself down. 

Inhale through the nose. 

Exhale out of the mouth 

Wilbur's touch begins to calm your racing mind and heart. His voice anchors you back to the surface of your deepest thoughts. 

Breath. Just breathe. 

“That's it, in and out." 

When you finally get your breathing down to somewhat normal and you surpass a panic attack. Wilbur doesn't say anything. Just holding you until you’re ready.

“I'm sorry,” you whimper and squeeze your eyes shut in shame. Tears flow out again as Wilbur shushes you. 

“Don’t be sorry, don't." He chastised.

“It was just a lot.” You sniffled. 

“I know, but it's going to be okay, you know why?” 

You shake your head from side to side. 

“Because I love you so much, and it doesn't matter what anyone else thinks. It’s you and me,” he reassured. 

You smile tearfully. “I love you too.” 

The rest of the night you are spent curled up next to Wilbur, your phones turned off to enjoy some time together away from the internet. The sudden sound of your PC exploding with the sound of the discord call ringtone has you groaning and pausing the movie you both were watching. You had forgotten to shut it down during the chaos. Wilbur goes over to your monitor to turn it off but sees it's Tommy calling. Reluctantly he answers and the room is filled with the teen's loud voice. 

“Why didn't you guys tell me!” he shouted, his voice breaking up through the speakers due to his loudness. 

“Hello to you too Tommy,” Wilbur spoke. 

“Wilbur! I never thought you’d get any women!” 

Wilbur glared over at you as you burst into laughter. It was clear that Tommy was surprised and happy for you both but he was also being his obnoxious self. 

“Alright Im hanging up now,” Wilbur says. 

“No, no!” he laughed. “Im genuinely really happy for you two,” 

“Thanks, toms!” you shouted from your spot on the couch. 

“Thank you Y/N!!” Tommy exclaims. ”See Wilbur, at least someone appreciates my remorseful attitude,” 

Wilbur rolls his eyes and ends the call, shutting down your pc so no one else could bother you. You laughed as he made his way back over to you on the sofa so you could continue your movie. Wilbur was likely going to try and protect you from being bombarded by your friends too much if you decided tomorrow that you'd talk to everyone, You were nervous to face them but you would know that nothing was going to change that your friends supported you. 

[moonstruckme]

Hey! I absolutely adore your work :D If you wouldn't mind, could you maybe do poly!Marauders x GN!Reader who is having/had a panic attack? So they're just really exhausted and anxious, but our boys are taking care of them? If not, don't worry haha

Thanks lovely <33

cw: panic attack aftermath, anxiety

poly!marauders x gn!reader ♡ 752 words

You’re slick with sweat, and yet you can’t stop shivering. James’ hand is steadfast on your back,  fingers spread wide as he drags it up and down your spine. Somehow he knows to apply a good amount of pressure, grounding you here on your living room floor. 

“I’m okay,” you say, to yourself or them, you’re not entirely sure. You take a big, shuddering breath, your lungs aching like an overworked muscle as they expand. “Sorry about that. I’m okay now.” 

“You don’t have to be.” Sirius matches your quiet tone, sitting with his legs crossed under him on the floor in front of you. “Take your time, baby.” 

Remus stands from behind you on the couch, disappearing into the kitchen and returning a minute later with a glass of water. He sets it down in front of you.

“Only drink it if you want,” he says. 

You nod, and you do want, sipping at the cold water and relishing the feel of it in your sore throat. You let out a breath when you finish, setting the glass atop the coffee table and leaning sideways until your head hits James’ shoulder. 

Your boyfriends are being quieter than you would’ve expected. Certainly quieter than they had been when the attack came on, Sirius and James launching questions at you rapid-fire and scrambling to find out how they could help before Remus had shushed them harshly and given you the environment you needed to calm yourself down. You’re sure they’re still brimming with questions now, but they’re patient enough to put their curiosity on hold, just sitting with you while you will the tension in your muscles to ease and your heart to beat at a normal pace. 

“Tired, sweetheart?” James murmurs, hand following the curve of your spine from your tailbone to where your neck meets his shoulder. 

“Yeah.” It comes out a sigh. 

Remus hums. “Your body just went through a lot,” he explains, more for James and Sirius than for you, you think. “Do you want to lie down, love?”

You nod, and Remus reaches down to steady you at the elbows, helping you up. You’d like to think he’s being excessive in his cosseting, but your trembling worsens as you stand. Your legs feel made of rubber underneath you, and you waste no time sitting down again on the couch. 

Remus gets up to make room for you, and you spread out, trying to convey to your body that the danger has passed. You cover your eyes with your hand, pinching the bridge of your nose in an attempt to quell the headache you feel coming on.

There’s a gentle whoosh of air, and then a soft, heavy blanket settles over you. You open your eyes to find James tucking it around your feet, and you send him a grateful smile. 

“Sorry about that,” you say again, though you know they don’t want to hear it. You just aren’t sure what else to say. “Thanks for helping me through it.” 

“Anytime, angel.” James gives your feet a little squeeze through the blanket. If you weren’t so exhausted you’d probably be a lot more embarrassed about that. “You’ve got nothing to apologize for, you know. That seemed…really scary.” 

You nod, because you don’t know what else to do. It was. It is. 

“Is there anything else we can do to help?” Sirius asks, and you’re both touched and heartbroken by the worry in his voice. 

“Thanks.” You give him your most reassuring smile. It’s a small, feeble thing, but hopefully enough to comfort him a little. “Actually, do you think you could wake me up in a little while? I just…it’s sometimes hard for me to sleep the first night after a panic attack. I don’t want to make it worse by napping all day.”

Sirius flashes a smile. It’s maybe half its usual wattage, but it’s something. “Sounds good, sweet thing.” 

You look between your boyfriends, feeling awkward and a little bit dramatic for the past hour’s events. You can’t decide whether to apologize or thank them again, but Remus seems to see the words warring on the tip of your tongue. He reaches over to brush some hair from your face, his knuckle stroking gently down your cheek. 

“We can talk about it after you wake up if you want to, love,” he says. “Just get some rest for now, yeah?”

You nod, snuggling into the blanket and closing your eyes. 

“We’ll be here when you wake up.” 

[factual-fantasy]

24 asks!! :0000🌟🎭🌟

I HAVE!!! :DDDD

Kinger and Caine are my favorite characters! I've seen a lot of theories and fanart and I've already started making my own AU and angst and everything but I cant DRAW any of that yet because I'm REALLY BUSY with an OVERDUE PROJECT AAAAA

(In recent development, Asgore is unable to heal Spamton because he is a darkener :((( )

I think it might have been addressed at one point yeah :0 Maybe something was wrong with Seam and Asgore reached out to help. In which Seam was terrified and Jevil jumped in to protect him. Asgore could see the trauma and tension in the both of them so he carefully backed off.

Later he could hear from Seam about their pasts and why they were afraid of him. Asgore would then try to take steps to.. not..? Be scary to them?? <:D

Spade king could have talked in a very gravely and booming voice. So Asgore is sure to always talk softly and clearly. He is careful to not make any sudden movements around Seam and Jevil. If he's reaching for something near Seam/Jevil he will gently announce what he's doing and make sure they understand before he does it.

Asgore with his hands in his lap: "Seam, I want to grab that bag.."

Seam: *turns "huh?"

Asgore, hands still in his lap: "That bag beside you, I'd like to grab it."

Seam: "oh, okay,"

Asgore then gently reaches for the bag, making sure that Seam can see his hand coming.

Little things like that would really ease Seam and Jevils nerves. And its what made Asgore so trustworthy to them. The fact that he cared so much about their comfort and went above and beyond to make sure they felt safe around him.

Not really a parental figure. He sees Seam as his equal in every way. So like.. he sees him as his brother of the same age.?

@beryl-shade

Oh he didn't lock Seam up in a cell. He just put shackles around his wrists and neck :00

The thing about Jevil is that the bigger the group got, the worse his habits became. And the harder it became to break those habits.. Jevil was the one who collected these people, so they are his responsibility. Giving up his food not just for Seam, but for everyone. Staying awake to keep the fire large and roaring to keep the group warm.

The others try to help him.. but they would have a hard time getting Jevil to listen to them. Telling him he needs to eat, sleep or just relax. He probably wouldn't listen because he's a bit stubborn and is probably riddled with anxiety 24/7.

Although when Asgore came around things got a lot easier.

Asgore is very powerful and has proved his trustworthiness multiple times to Seam and Jevil. So although the royal vibe is off putting.. Jevil trusts him to watch the fire at night and protect the group. Seam has been able to reason with Jevil about the food part a little too.

Jevil: "You need this food more than me. You gotta keep your strength up until we can find someone to break these chains!"

Seam: "Jevil, you consume energy to make those mirrors to other worlds. How are you supposed to keep looking for someone to break my chains, if you're collapsed on the ground, too weak to make another mirror?"

Jevil: "......."

Jevil: *takes ONE bite out of sandwich

I was thinking around 10 years or so..? Maybe more? Haven't really decided :0 And he was able to escape by making a mirror and stepping through it. That mirror basically poked a hole in the walls of the AU and he was able to step out of the AU. Effectively stepping out of his cell and breaking free :}

Also thank you!! :DD

@gracebeth3604

I've completely ignored comments like this recently because I don't wanna deal with all the drama that will surly follow. But you were really polite and very thorough with your evidence.. sooo I guess I might as well answer it now,

I am aware that people use they/them for Seam. But -> my version <- of Seam goes by he/him.

I don't reeallly have a Splatoon AU..? And I haven't played Splatoon in a while- although I do still like it and have made some Splatoon ocs!

These drawings are pretty old. I've been meaning to come back and re-draw them haha <XD

Yeah its okay to tag like that. Like "seam and jevil" or "mario and luigi". That's just tagging them as being in the same post, no big deal 👍

Also no, no art of any kind. If you truly wanna show that you appreciate my work then leave comments. Maybe reblog once in a while or send me an ask. The comments don't have to be anything complex. You could leave a "Looks great!" comment on 50 posts of mine in a row and I will see what you're doing and appreciate it endlessly.

@genericcereal-wastaken

(I most likely will lol XD) Also thank you! I'm glad you love it! :DD

@elegysonnet

Honestly I can see Seam wanting nothing wrapped around/touching his wrists for a while.. even though they need it. But he could accept cold rags being dabbed on the wounds to ease the stinging.

As for what he'd eat? Dude- anything XDD Probably a burger to start. He'd just take a big fat bite and cry about how good it tastes 😭

And yeah! Now that he has his full range of movement he has his cat like flexibility back :}}

When it comes to Seam using his magic? Its hard for a while...

He hasn't used it consistently in so long.. he would be rusty, and probably anxious to use it again. It would take a lot of sparing and gentle guidance from Jevil and probably Asgore to get his grove back.

It would also take time for him to physically heal. Having his body's energy constantly drained has really effected his ability to control his magic. He would need a few weeks of good sleep and hearty meals before he could get his groove back. But he'll get there. With the group/Jevils support, he would eventually be back to the way he was. Equally matched with Jevil. :}

@clevermakercupcake

Thank you!! :}}} 🌻🌻

I don't remember that, did he do that?? Kwazii whyyy that's nasty XDDD

@cupcake-kingdom

Seam is frightened and confused but appreciates the message! XD

Joy. There's just joy and relief everywhere.

There has been a constant anxiety over this group- not just Jevil, that Seam would suddenly collapse and die. Finally succumbing to the chains draining properties.

Now that the chains are off? Seam will heal. He will eat and stay full. He will absorb those calories and turn it into energy. And he will keep that energy. When he sleeps he will wake up feeling rested. He will heal, he will live.

For Seam, it was almost too good to be true. It just, it blew his mind. He was free. He was really free. No more pain, no more aches. No more hunger. His freedom truly starts here. The relief he felt can't be described. He cried, hard. But he also laughed, and for the first time in years, he smiled.

And Jevil? He couldn't speak. He just cried and cried and cried.. He couldn't let go of Seam. He couldn't stop looking at his wrists. Exanimating them over and over again. As if he couldn't truly believe it. All the anxiety, all the worry, all the sleepless nights. They were all over. Seam was gonna live, he didn't have to worry anymore. He couldn't let go of Seam, he couldn't stop shaking, he couldn't stop crying. He couldn't stop smiling.

They will likely leave some kind of permanent scar on Seam yes.. but his floofy orange fur hides the scars around his neck. And the scars on his wrists will be somewhat covered up by his fur. So thankfully they wont really be noticeable. <:)

@nunyabusiness459

Heck yeah. After they cry their souls out together they go and crash for like 6 hours or something XDD

(Also funny username, made me laugh! XD)

WAAA THANK YOU SO MUCH!! And heck yeah!! Feel free to send me your AU stuff when you're done/ready! I'd love to see it! :}}

@ocinstituterep I imagine he's just reeeeally quiet about sneaking out. My Kwazii doesn't sneak out though he knows better XD

Thank you so much! Also Spongebob has angst??? :00000

Things are mostly better!

Little Red got her knees fixed, Escorts broken down a few times but he's currently in working order! Suburban is stiillll a work in progress... undrivable at the moment- :x

Greenie now takes all 4 limbs to start, Brown is out of the garage and U.M is out of the trailer! Pretty good stuff :}}

(If any of that made sense to you I applaud you for your dedication to my Transformer ocs <XDD)

@skywillow28022

She does exist, although I didn't have any real plans for her.. maybe she was just a gal that the bros knew in passing back on Earth.?

@beryl-shade

I feel like none of them would willing visit that old stage.. expect for maybe Foxy. I feel like Foxy would be a very emotional and tender hearted character. I can see him not wanting to "leave them behind" in a way. He would come back now and then and talk to the stage as if they were standing on it and could hear him. The staff think that Foxy's programming just hasn't properly registered that Chica and Freddy are gone. And in a way.. they're right..

Foxy cant let go of their memory. And despite how much it would ache seeing that empty stage, I can see him coming back to it anyway..

This also means that part of the reason why Bonnie and Foxy clash so much now is that Bonnie is trying to snuff out any memories and feelings of the past. Meanwhile Foxy is wallowing in those memories and refuses to let go.

If any of the four of them had to preform on that stage once again? Oh man. That would hurt. It would kill Foxy to stand in the place of his late friends. He would feel guilty, ashamed.. Monty and Roxy also couldn't handle it. They would be crushed. Monty would likely get emotional and angry. Roxy would want to run and hide her face. Maybe the three of them would find a way to fake a malfunction so they could just get off the stage..

But Bonnie? Man. Maybe he's so overwhelmed that he just goes on autopilot and finishes the performance. Only to have a complete mental breakdown in his room later.. being so close to the memory of Chica and Freddy.. its crippling to him.

@skatermusic

Daww, thank you :}}}

[i-am-hungry-24-7]

[Tf141 with a reader who sucks at baking but wants to bake them a Valentine’s day dessert]

Happy Valentine’s Day! :D

Let’s celebrate with the boys!

Price

John picked you up directly after work, you wore the dress he loved the most, and the lace and semi-transparent part at your shoulder just enhanced your already overwhelming beauty. He drove to the restaurant he reserved a few weeks ago. exquisite dishes, lit candles, jazz music floating in the background, and you. He couldn’t find a better way to spend Valentine’s Day with the love of the life.

After the dinner, he drove home and led you up with his big hand ingulfing yours, and he smiled the whole time while you rambled about what happened today.

but it was a little weird today, once you stepped into the house, you rushed to take the shower (which He wanted to join but you insisted on showering alone), and urged him to go take a bath when you finished.

He quirked his eyebrow when he sensed something in your behavior, excitement, and slight anxiety, but he set the question aside and listened to you.

When he stepped out of the bathroom, his eyes were immediately covered by your hands.

“What are you doing now, love?” A laugh rumbles from his chest.

“Just close your eyes until I say okay.”

John got led by you through the darkness, he assumed he was in the living room now, according to his familiarity with the house, and he opened his eyes when you told him to.

He just let out a little gasp when he saw your figure.

You were dressed in a silver-white nightgown now, the transparent clothes allowed him to see the lingerie you wore under it, and he was dragged to the couch before he was able to recover from the shock yet.

A bottle of wine with two glasses was set on the table, and he found a cake placed beside them.

It's obvious that it wasn’t made by a professional baker, the decorations were oblique a bit, a drop of whipped cream left at the place it shouldn’t be, but he knew it was made by you, and to him, it was much better than every cake he can found in the world.

“I know the cake is kind of... hmm... ugly?” you chuckle nervously “but this is the first time I made food without burning down the whole kitchen, you know I suck at cooking, so I hope you can at least have a bite.”

You were expecting everything, getting refused, embarrassment, awkwardness, but what you didn’t expect was John leaning down, planting a quick but deep kiss on your glossy lips, and the low voice of your lover soothed your anxiety.

“How can I only take a bite of the cake that’s made by my perfect wife? eh?”

You two sat side by side, finishing the whole cake together, which John ate most of it. You leaned into him when the empty plates were left on the table, and you sighed happily.

“Thank you, John, I was so afraid that you wouldn’t like it.” You told him the frank thoughts you had earlier, and you turned to face him when you felt he grazed his hand on your thigh, and the smirk on his face told you, the night was still long.

“How could a man reject his wife’s gift? now just lay down and relax, let me reward my pretty wife, yeah?”

Soap

Johnny came home later than he expected on Valentine's Day, he rushed to the restaurant he ordered the dinner from to celebrate Valentine's Day, and barely arrived in time to pick up the food before it closed. Tapping his fingers on the steering wheel, he took a glimpse at the text he sent you, telling you he would be home later than he told you, which left unread for 30 minutes, and he started to worry if you were angry, or worse — injured.

Swiftly parking his car in the garage, he quickens his pace when climbing up the stairs to your home.

”Bonnie, I’m h-“ He swung open the front door, calling out for you, but he shut his mouth when he saw the scene in front of him.

You were asleep on the couch, he quietly approached you, lips forming a grin when he saw you drooling all over the couch, mouth slightly agape.

You decorated the living room, under the dim light, some candles were lit and stood on the table, and plates and flowers were placed in a tidy and elegant way, his eyes moved, took in the peaceful vibe he craved, and stopped at the cake sitting in the center of the table.

He laughed when he realized the cake was your favorite mascot with a mohawk made of chocolate whipped cream, he noticed many parts of the cake had been fixed and decorated repeatedly, just to make it as perfect as it could.

You stirred awake when you felt kisses on your face, through your blurry vision, you saw Johnny smiling at you.

“Hey, Johnny...” You returned the smile “Do you see the cake?” The pride in your voice was apparent, this was the first time you made a cake that wasn’t too bad, and able to gift it to your lover, even though it took you many hours of researching and practicing.

You waited for his answer with a hazy smile, only to be pulled into a tender kiss. You relish in the affection and warmth radiating from Johnny's body, responding to him by deepening the kiss.

The kiss lasted a minute, and you finally pulled back, just to see his eyes — full of bliss and love for you — meeting yours.

“aye, the best thing I ever get in my life besides ye.”

Gaz

Honestly, Kyle already knew you were preparing something for Valentine's Day. He saw you jump and hide your phone when you sat on the couch, and he approached from your back to ask you about dinner. He saw the utensils badly hiding in your closet when you told him to help you take a t-shirt. Of course, he chose not to mention, because the expecting sparkles and adorable smile you had when you were scrolling through your phone about the secret gift — unaware of the truth he already knew — was too precious.

When he came home on Valentine's Day, he opened the door and called out your name, only to be met by your flustered voices when he walked to the kitchen.

You standing in front of the counter, a pastry bag with a pink color cream in your hand, trying to hide the dessert you were making, but he already saw it.

A cake sat on the counter, it was far from perfect, with a slightly tilted body and not very good-looking handwriting, a “ Happy Valentine's Day Kyle <3” written on the top.

You were embarrassed, you didn't expect to take so long to finish the cake, but Kyle just strolled to your side and kissed off the cream you accidentally smeared on your face.

“This is the best gift ever, baby. Happy Valentine's Day.”

Ghost

For Simon, baking wasn’t a difficult thing. He learned from his mother how to bake cookies and cakes when he was young, but he knew you were extremely bad at baking or cooking, so it was always him doing the work when you two were going to make some sweets, you just stood aside and help him grab the ingredients he needs.

He had noticed the flour became less, and the sugar wasn’t the same amount as the last time he used them, and it always happened when he came back from deployment or a few days of work. He asked you about it, but you just brushed it off and simply went to do other things, everything clicked together when he unintentionally saw your calendar, circling out the date 2/14, and your phone stayed on the tutorial about Valentine’s Day cookies when you fall asleep on the couch while waiting him came home.

When Valentine’s Day finally came, He came back from the base at night, but the burnt smell immediately flooded his nostrils when he opened the front door.

He yelled your name, rushed to the kitchen, and saw you standing there with a plate of burnt cookies in your hand.

“S-Sorry, Simon. I’m just trying to... I...” Embarrassment made your cheeks blush with rosy red, and he noticed the sad tone in your voice, wobbly, and managed not to cry.

He took a piece from the plate and ate it under your surprised gaze.

“Not bad, love.” Simon chuckled and kissed your forehead.

You took a piece and bit too, and he laughed when your face contorted at the bitterness.

“This sucks, Simon.”

He just takes out all the ingredients again and hands them to you.

“Well, let’s make them again, yeah? This time, I'm the helper.”

[teaffrogy]

𝙄 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙖𝙧 [König] smut?

Sum: Ghost couldn't sleep yesterday at night from so much noise happening in König's room. So, Ghost confronts him, and [Name]

König x fem reader

Ahead: Oral(Male receiving), smoking weed(do not smoke while working pls), mention of choking. If I miss anything pls tell me :D

Ghost had heard sounds last night that made him not sleep well( which made it mostly worse when he struggles already with his sleep). His room is next to König, the tall(very) Austrian hooded man. He is known for his social anxiety but also known for his amazing skills in the fields. Also for being discussed in the most recent meeting about who should be a colonel. König had been moving around his bed way too much, kicking on the wall, and he also heard another voice other than königs room.

And it wasn't allowed before 10 to have someone else in the rooms. So, being the professional lieutenant he is, called for König and [Name].

"Yes Lt?" You say as you walk inside Ghost's office alongside König. König looks at you and looks down to your chest. That tight string gray shirt looked too good on you, it distracted him.

"I called you two to ask a question." Ghost says, but König was too distracted from what had happened last night. "I heard sounds last night coming from your room König." And his thoughts had snapped. He looks at Ghost and asks, "What are you talking about, Lieutenant?"

Ghost crossed his arms together, he had short sleeved shirt on and you can see his big arms and the one that is tattooed. "I heard you two talk." Ghost says. "It was after 10, the hour you all are supposed to be in bed and be prepared for Tomorrow." Ghost says. "Well, you must have heard things, sir." König says as he also crosses his arms. "I heard you two talk. I know her voice well and yours too."

"[Name] and I?"

"Yes you two."

"We didn't do anything last night, I swear." He says. You stood there as you looked at the wall behind Ghost. You knew you two were in trouble. But König was so calm about it, too. That's what made it so weird.

"We didn't do anything last night."

That was a lie

"So, have you ever smoked before?" One of the crews asked. They decided to do a camp fire yesterday. They got permission to do one since being past the bed hours is a strict rule.

"What type are we talking about?"

"Weed." He says while grinning. "Yeah, of course I have." He says. "I do it from time to time on days off."

"Well, today is your lucky day today." König at first had not decided to go. He wanted to rest in bed or maybe not exactly rest, but just be by himself. But you insisted, wanting to spend some time with him. "There will be a small fire. And I don't want to go alone." Was what you said. And here he is, wrapped around a blanket with you. You were close, very close. He could feel you breathing and the way you moved. He wasn't really interested in the conversation, he was just looking at the fire and enjoying you being beside him.

"Who wants some?" One of them says as they hold out a joint. "I want some." You say as you hold your hand out. König looks at you and sees you hold it. The lighter is pressed on it and you take the first hit. You cough and shake your head as you pass it on to someone else. You get back close to König and he wraps an arm around you. "You want to try it?" You asked.

He has gotten high before, but with an edible he was given to on accident. He thought it was a normal brownie with some good chocolate chips. He ended up having to take the whole day off.

He looks around and nods. He did want to try it. It wasn't as if when he got high from the brownie wasn't the most fun and relaxed day he had. He wanted to feel that again. Soon, the joint was passed on to him. He grabs it and holds his hood up, far from the fire and sucks in. You watched as he did and placed your arm on his thigh. He starts coughing and he hands it to you.

You smile at him and suck in.

__

It was getting late and the fire was slowly coming down. Some had already left and some left in pairs. The few that left in pairs were you and König. You two went to his room and laughed the way there. You two brought up funny jokes, that were probably horrible if you two weren't as high, and had been laying on his bed. "Your bed is bigger than mine, not fair."

"It's because I am tall. I needed a bigger bed." He says as he gets closer to you. It was clear the tension was high between you two(no pun intended). König wanted to be on top of you and suck on your tits while he fingers you. You wanted to get down on your knees and finally see that tent he always has that you couldn't stop looking at.

You two looked at the ceiling, and that's when you feel König turn to look at you. You turn too and lift up his hood only where you can see his nose and down. He moved his hand to your cheek and caressed it. His hand goes to the back of your head and pushes your head close to his lips. You open your mouth slightly and feel him kiss you. You kiss him back and wrap a leg around him. König moans in the kiss as he holds on to your hips. You pull from the kiss and pant. "I bought something." You grin and pull something out from your back pocket. It was the joint. It was almost done.

"Here." You smile as you put the joint in his mouth and pull out a lighter. You light it up and smile at him. He sits up as you get off the bed and go down on your knees. He sucks and pulls the joint out, his hood falls down and smoke comes out. You smile and lay your head on his thigh. You could see the tent you've always seen, just bigger. You press your head on his thigh and squeeze the other. He looks down at you and pushes your hair behind your ear.

"I want to taste you." You finally say as you press your nose on to his boner. He breathes in and pushes your face, groaning. You look up at him and he nods. You smile and cup his boner. You start to undo his pants and pull them down with his boxers. He helps you by lifting his hips up and his cock springs out, hitting his lower tummy. Your eyes go wide and see just how attractive it looked. The way his cock hung to the side as precum dripped. It needed attention with how red his tip looked, and you were going to give it that attention.

You look up at him and see him hold the joint to you. You put your lips around it and suck on it. You blow the smoke down to his cock and smile as you see it twitch. König pants and caresses your cheek. You lean on his hand and move your hand to his thighs. His thighs are one of the many things you find so attractive about him. They are so big that when he wraps that tight gun holder sting on, it just hugs on it so well that it spills some on the sides. You squeeze on his thigh and he groans. He looks down at you and feels your hand brush up from his keg to finally his cock. König moans and shivers at your touch. "Liebling, bitte." He whines and feels your hand wrap around his cock. It was huge, bigger than your hand. Your hands aren't small and it was amazing how huge his cock was. You squeeze and more precome comes out.

König closes his eyes as he bucks his hips to your hand to get any sort of friction. You smile and rub your thumb on his tip, spearing his precum. You lick your lips and open your mouth, finally putting the tip around your mouth. He gasps and holds his hands up, not knowing where to put his hands on. You breathed in as you pushed more of his cock inside your mouth.

"Ah– just like that my Liebling– fuck" König moans and takes one last drag of the joint and puts it out. He leans on to the wall and puts his hands on top of his head, exhaling as the smoke comes out of his hood. You moan and try to push everything you could in your mouth. He moans and tries his best from pushing your head further. But he felt so relaxed right now, all he could do was enjoy and watch. He closes his eyes and moans as he feels you start to move your head. You moved it up and down, slowly. You didn't want to choke on it just yet, you wanted to taste him, hear his moans and groans and feel him twitch in your mouth.

König moves his hand to your hair and moves it back, helping you from it being in the way. You start to move your bead faster, and he soon hears you start to choke. He moans and looks down to see you try to deep throat. "You got it, Liebling j-just a little m- ahhh- just like that. Good girl." König says and sees you took him all in your mouth. You stay there for some seconds before you go back to bobbing your head back and forth again.

You knew he was starting to get close. His cock was twitching in your mouth and hid moans were getting louder. He looked relaxed and beautiful the way he was. Panting while having his eyes closed. "I-Im coming!" He says as he pushes your head and moans as you feel his warm seed fill your mouth up more. You moan and stay there till he is done. You pull away and feel some of his come drip out of your mmouth. He paints and brushes his thumb on your mouth. "Open." He says and you do so. You pant and stick your tongue out to show all his seed in your mouth. You close and swallow it all up. "Good girl."

"Nothing happened?" Ghost asks, getting you out of your thoughts. König shakes his head. "Nothing?" He asked one last time. This time, I look at you. "Nothing."

"Alright. You two can head out." He says. You nod as you two leave the room. "Good girl." König says as he holds your hip. "Keep it up, and we will have more fun." He says as he walks away, leaving you a hot mess.

I haven't edited. Sorry for the typos :(

Fanfic was inspired by this tik tok

[cultofdixon]

Just You

Daryl Dixon • She/Her Pronouns • He knew the prison would be temporary. He shouldn’t have put bad vibes out into the universe then he wouldn’t have almost lost you. But he was thankful he had you with him…even if there was a whole new threat • ANGST/SFW/NSFW - unprotected sex [no glove, no love] / grinding / cum eating • TW: Canon Violence / Injuries / Anxiety / Scars

Requested by: @kaylakern4

Where is she

Where is she

Where the fuck is she?!

Daryl snapped out of his anxious thoughts feeling the familiar soft hands grab onto his bicep. He turned to find Y/N staring up at him as his attention focused on her forehead bleeding and how she looks like she’s been through hell. But then he remembered—-

“We gotta get out of here”

“Haven’t you heard me?! I’ve been saying that for a few minutes! We gotta go!” Y/N pulled at his arm as the two ran out of the ruins of the prison.

Please look at me.

Please look at me.

Bring it up. Please—

“I think my head is still bleeding…but I…there was no time to grab shit and book it. I just grabbed what I needed most” Y/N frowns on the other side of their little campsite as Daryl took that as the opportunity to get up from his spot pulling his rag out from his back pocket.

Daryl sat beside her dragging the pack they managed to scavenge taking the canteen out. He pours some of the water on his rag before giving her a look asking for permission, waiting for her to eventually nod not knowing exactly what he was doing. Then he lightly dabs her head lac cleaning the blood off her face. Her beautiful face. Checking to see if it had gotten worse with all the running they’ve been doing but thankful it was just a cut. A scary cut that bled that much.

“Thank you Daryl…”

“‘Course” Daryl put everything away and before he could get up from his spot, Y/N tiredly rests her head on his shoulder.

“Why does this keep happening to us…”

“Makes yea wish there was somethin’ more permanent I guess”

Y/N brought herself close to take in his warmth that he was more than happy to provide even if he was terrified to wrap his arm around her.

What’s wrong

What’s wrong

Y/N.

“D, you see that?” Y/N gestures to what looks to be an abandoned country club. Daryl followed her lead to the place as he wanted to be first to enter in case of anything but Y/N took out her knife and went ahead.

Daryl followed close while wishing she’d look at him and tell him what’s on her mind. Since leaving the prison, the light she carried faded and it was eating him alive.

“Think anything here is worth the trouble?”

“The first aid kit on the wall is.” Daryl pushes past Y/N as she looked through the clothes that were scattered everywhere in the room they were in. “We can patch up your head”

“Sounds good…” Y/N picked up a green sweater more so green earthy and not neon. She took the opportunity of Daryl’s back facing her so that she could change her shirt into the sweater.

The archer turned toward her at the wrong moment and quickly swung back feeling the heat rise to his face after catching a glimpse. Y/N adjusts the sweater brushing off a bit of the dust that collected on it before noticing his tense figure.

“You can look now” She says almost in a whisper as Daryl kept his gaze to the floor up until he was within arms length of her. Y/N took out of the presented first aid box what she’ll need before letting him put it away. “Think we can squat in here for the night?”

“Yeah just. Let me help yea and then we can barricade the door just in case”

After taking care of such, Y/N got a fire going in the middle of the main dining hall. As she tosses more newspaper onto the fire to build, she felt a blanket rest on her shoulders. Y/N didn’t say a word right off the bat knowing Daryl did such as he makes his way to sit on the opposite side of her. Which sparked something in her to say—

“We can share”

Daryl quickly looks up from fiddling with his knife when she said that as the silence made Y/N’s confidence lower thinking she crossed something. But the archer picked himself up and sat beside her feeling half the blanket drape over his shoulder making both scoot closer to the other.

Wrong time

Not the right place

But when will it ever be

“Daryl…”

“Hm?”

“I’m scared” Y/N frowns feeling Daryl’s arm wrap around her to bring her in his embrace. He held her, let her get comfortable in his space…resting her head in his shoulder and bringing her legs over his lap.

“Me too, sunshine…me too”

When morning broke, Daryl always woke first and knew he was holding Y/N as they are both awake most the night. But he didn’t expect her to be asleep on his chest the next morning. He didn’t move or say a word…he was enjoying this moment. Until they were both spooked by the sound of a walker hitting the barricaded door. Y/N lifts herself up and off of him but still had a hold on his vest when Daryl sat up.

“They can’t get it. We’ll be okay”

“I know…” Y/N realizes she was holding onto his clothing and let go before standing up. “Think we should move?”

“Just take it out, hold up here a few more days…” Daryl suggests watching her nod in response as she leaves to take care of said walker causing a ruckus.

The two explored more of the club finding pretty much nothing of use besides some cans of food…mainly fruit cocktail…empty liquor bottles, a lot of money that Daryl started to collected but both came to the conclusion that it’s worthless in the apocalypse, and finding empty rooms or full ones with the deceased.

Another night came in and Y/N took the lantern she found in the outdoor shed they checked to one of the empty rooms with a few couches. She set it on the window turning it on to illuminate part of the room as Daryl rests the blanket they shared on the couch he assumed she would take.

“You’re the one with no sleeves…you need it more than me”

“Nah, I’ll be fine” He sighs upon impact of sitting on the dirty couch across from Y/N’s. “Could be worse”

“True…it could” Y/N shut the door and pushed an end table in front of it just in case. Daryl should’ve done that so she could’ve adjusted before him.

Talk to her

About anything

Try to at least

“D”

Daryl snapped out of his thoughts to find Y/N sitting with him on his couch. “Yeah?”

“Do you think we’ll find any of the others?”

Be optimistic or be honest

Which will she feel better hearing

“Daryl…be honest with me”

Shit. Daryl shrugs. “I don’t know. We’ll head out tomorrow…maybe follow the tracks to find’em”

“You think we’ve lost some of them?”

“Honest?”

“Please”

“Probably…” He frowns, relaxing once more when Y/N brought her head to rest on his shoulder. “But hopefully we didn’t…just. Feel bad for losing who we did before we separated”

“Hershel…”

“Mhm…” Daryl continued to carry that frown, even when the beating of his heart grew faster the second Y/N brought herself close resting her hands on his face.

“You know it wasn’t your fault right? None of us could’ve seen that happening”

“Why do yea always know what to say…when I don’t know everythin’ on that beautiful mind of yours?” His confidence spoke through on that last bit but more his honesty. Daryl knows best what it’s like to keep everything inside and not share until he was at his breaking point. But it took her…spending time with her at the CDC…to the farm…and the prison…being able to trust someone he cares for so deeply, that he would hate for the one he loves to not trust him enough to speak up.

But it was more so the words were stuck in the back of her throat as Y/N suddenly felt the tears roll off her cheeks. Causing Daryl to feel a bit of regret when asking that question but he instinctively took her hands into his, squeezing them.

“Y/N…I-I didn’t—-“

“When the prison first got shot at…I was afraid I had lost you right then and there…but when I saw you looking around in the courtyard searching for something, I couldn’t have been happier to know you were alive. I just…couldn’t find the words earlier” Y/N sobs feeling him rub circles with his thumb on the top of her hands bringing her tearful eyes to look. “I can’t sit here without you knowing that—-“

“I know” Daryl interrupts, catching her confused expression that made his face heat up realizing what he was trying to say. “I know how yea feel…cuz I’m the same way…toward yea”

The archer thought his words stunned her but given the way she leaned toward him, he knew to close the space…pressing his lips softly against hers. The first kiss lasted a second, but he didn’t hesitate to go in for another that slowly turned into a more heated moment. Y/N snaked her arms around his neck bringing him close as he gripped onto her thighs.

They parted to catch a breath as Daryl continued to hold her thighs feeling her shift in his touch. He pulls away for a moment only for Y/N to anchor her hands on his broad shoulders bringing her into his lap. Feeling his hands return to her thighs bringing them to her ass pulling her more into him.

“I don’t want to wait anymore, Daryl”

“Take what you want from me, sunshine”

“I just want you” Y/N returned her lips to his feeling his hands bring themselves to the small of her back under her sweater to feel her soft skin. She pulls back once more watching Daryl lean forward to capture her lips once more before pulling her sweater off of her, locking eyes with her waiting for permission. “I’ve always wanted you…so please, have me too”

“Just you. I only ever wanted you” Daryl assures her, bringing his lips back onto hers moving their position to have her laying on the couch and him towering her with her legs wrapping around his torso to keep him there.

The archer couldn’t help himself when bucking his hips in her center to get a small gasp to escape her when they parted. He trailed his lips to her jawline, down her neck leaving a few hickeys that brought out more of her sweet music. Y/N couldn’t help herself but grind up against him to get some friction to fill the need as Daryl couldn’t help but pin her hips to the couch resulting in a whine to escape her lips.

“Daryl…please”

“Please what, sunshine?”

“Please fuck me” Y/N begs not wanting him to pull away but he did such to unbuckle his belt as she followed suit by pulling herself up to get her jeans and panties off that once Daryl got himself out of the confines of his pants, he grabbed the ends of her jeans pulling them off.

Daryl tosses her jeans onto the pile with his pants and her shirt. Next with his boxers and her panties. He pulled her back toward him by her legs hearing her squeak to the action before gluing her attention to the size of his cock when he positioned such to gather some of her slick.

“Fuck…all of this for me?”

“Only you. Always you” Y/N moans, bucking her hips every touch of her sensitive bud from his tip.

His woman…fuck, his woman watches as he positioned himself at her entrance glancing up for any signs of discomfort when he started to push himself in. Fucking tight Daryl grunts leaning forward over her bottoming out in her staying still until she adjusted as she brought her arms around his torso.

“Please move…fuck me, D. Mark me as yours”

“Mmm. You know I will” He growls started to buck his hips thrusting nice and slow at first.

Y/N held onto him feeling him hit that sweet spot instantly making it impossible to keep quiet. She gripped onto the back of his vest when he started to pick up he pace while also bringing his dominant hand to rub circles on her clit. He felt the way she clenched around him that she was getting closer and didn’t tell her not to or anything like that. He wanted to feel all of her for their first time.

“Fuck. Daryl I—“

“Let go sunshine, I’ve gotcha” He grunts hiding his face in the crook of her neck feeling the tugging of his shirt given her reaching climax along with the moan to rip out of her.

Daryl was careful when reaching his own feeling her legs wrap around his torso for him to hit that sweet spot with his thrusts. The second he felt he was close to release, he pulled out and came on her stomach. He hovered above her panting with her as she releases her death grip on his vest bringing her fingers to her stomach taking some of his cum and bringing it to her mouth. She locked eyes with him while tasting his release resulting in a satisfied hum from her and a groan from him.

“You tryin’ to rile me up?”

“Mhm…”

After cleaning up and getting re-dressed, Daryl got up for a second to grab the blanket from the opposite couch bringing it over to theirs. Y/N, the second the archer sat down, brought herself to lay on him making him move her for a second to bring his legs onto the couch. She pulled herself up more so that she could rest her head in his chest feeling the blanket drape over her and Daryl wrap his arms around her.

“You should get some sleep”

“It’s barricaded. You can sleep too D” Y/N looks up at him smiling when he kissed her forehead.

“Fine, sunshine. Then we can look for the others in the morning”

That was the plan and they started by following the tracks in hope for any sign. Daryl was already protective of Y/N and vise versa…now it was a bit more intense when they know how the other felt.

Daryl suddenly brought Y/N close when he heard something. That something being footsteps that only grew from one pair to six as this unknown group made themselves known and surrounded the two. Causing the archer to ready his crossbow and his partner to reach for her gun.

“Now now. You two look lost”

Silence

“Hm. Well…we ain’t here to make trouble of any kind” the one that was obviously their leader didn’t take long to make himself known. “Just wondering somethin’”

“We ain’t gonna make trouble. Just leave us be” Daryl states covering Y/N as she suddenly jerks forward when a hand smacked her behind.

“Damn got a nice piece of meat with yea. Mind if I—-“ Suddenly the man that spoke met the other end of Daryl’s bolt as he didn’t hesitate to take him out for touching Y/N. That didn’t sit well with the group as the others suddenly raised their weapons pointing to the archer.

But the leader told the group to lower their weapons and back away as he draws closer.

“Gentlemen…we know what’s ours and what isn’t. Len here clearly couldn’t tell by the marks she’s got that she’s been claimed. Don’t poke the bear alright?” He laughs shortly after saying such. “Names Joe…and we’re looking for somebody and given by the looks yall carried before we jumped yea, that you were also looking for some people”

“What do you want” Y/N frowns feeling Daryl suddenly take her hand squeezing in but also directing her out of the stranger’s line of sight.

“You help us find our guy, we help yea find yours. We’ll protect each other as long as you follow our rules”

“Which are what?”

“Whenever somebody sees something they like and yells “claimed” it’s theirs. Be lucky we didn’t let Len take your woman by those standard form of rules…now do we gotta deal or what”

They didn’t want to at first. But it would be a bit easier finding the others in larger groups. More people to cover bigger areas.

But being the only woman full of men brought on a lot of staring, even if your heart already belongs to someone and in their terms you already belong to someone.

“I don’t have a good feel about this D…” Y/N whispers bringing herself as close as possible to Daryl as he noticed the two Harley and Billy were looking at her until he locked eyes with them.

“I don’t either…but I’ll keep yea safe, and the second there’s a window. We’re booking it” Daryl whispers to Y/N resting his forehead against hers.

But that window was finding Rick, Michonne, and Carl on the road…and little did they know that Rick was the one that killed one of their own.

“Joe. Don’t do this. These are good people” Daryl made himself present to the situation as Y/N was trying to figure out a plan that didn’t hurt anybody. But that was never going to happen.

“See…now that’s where you’re a liar” and that triggered another Claimer to suddenly grab Daryl forcing him against the car and starting to beat up on him.

Rick was about to say something when suddenly Y/N came out from the tree line about to grab onto the claimer when another, Harley, grabbed her and forced her to the ground pinning her. That action on top of another claimer Dan, pulling Carl out of the car preparing to do the worse. Triggered Rick to do the unthinkable by killing Joe by ripping out his jugular with his teeth stunning the remaining claimers to give the window they needed. Michonne killed Tony without a second thought and made a beeline for Carl shoving Dan off of him. While Daryl got a hold of the claimer’s neck and snapping it before taking his machete and striking the one lunging for him. Then suddenly stabbing right through the head of the one that was strangling Y/N.

As Y/N shoves the body off of her coughing like crazy, Daryl dropped to his knees tossing the machete out of his hands to hold her face getting her to focus on him and focus on her breathing.

“I’ve gotcha. You’re okay. Just take a deep breath” He said repeatedly until she did as she tries to pull herself up to hold him but he got the idea and instantly brought her into his arms gripping onto her for dear life. “I’ve gotcha sunshine…we’re okay”

“We’re okay” She repeats through tears holding him and looking back to see Rick holding onto his son. Y/N sighs from relief that they didn’t lose any of their own.

The morning came a few hours later with Michonne resting in the car with Carl sleeping on her. Rick took a breather with Daryl sitting beside him and Y/N keeping a look out.

“We didn’t…we didn’t trust’em. And were gonna leave but thank god we didn’t.”

“You came at the right time. Granted. You didn’t need to get beaten in the process. Scared the fuck outta Y/N…didn’t know y’all were close like that”

Daryl looks over in a protective manner seeing Y/N is perfectly fine in that moment as he turns back to his brother.

“Takes time to find your person”

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Schilling for your thoughts Part 2

König x f!reader

Summary: After meeting König your feelings seem to be all over the place. You miss him. Two new recruits for task force 141 are the last thing you want to think about. Part 1 here. It´s better if you read it. Part 3 here

Word count: 3.895

Warnings: mega fluff, slight sexual thoughts, making out, slight touching, Graves is alive in this one (and an a**), that´s just how I see him

Authors note: Yes, I am one of those who believe that König is a ginger, freckled, mighty sweetheart. (I was trying to find this amazing fanart I saw of him that basically started this fic, but I can´t find it again!! I´m sad; It´s so good) Only slightly awkward but he knows how to let someone know he´s interessted. He´ll only unleash the beast on the battlefield, that´s it. I will die on this hill!! Social anxiety, yes. But he´s not completely incapable of interacting with a person<3

 Sweating you woke up for the second time that night. Blinking your eyes open you groaned in frustration and then dissolved into little disbelieving giggles. Throwing your arm over your eyes you could still see his eyes boring into you from above, still felt the tingle of his tongue on your neck, still felt his broad frame completely covering you. How in the world were you able to imagine all that? Make it feel so real without actually having touched the man. König.

“Fuuuuuck” you mumbled while images of your dream invaded your memory. Your whole body tingled and itched. You still had his scent in your nose. Although in your dream it was mixed with sweat and sex. It was just your imagination. You hadn’t seen him since your first encounter at Lucy´s two days ago. Much less had him panting underneath you, grabbing and licking desperately. God, you needed a glass of water. You hopped off your bed knowing you had to leave for work soon anyway and made your way into your bathroom. Work would keep your mind off him, you were sure. At least you hoped it would.

Nothing worse than working in a male dominated field, constantly being surrounded by them and being horny as fuck. If you couldn’t get the edge off somehow, even someone like Philip Graves would become attractive. If even for only one night. You shivered thinking about that. No. No, no way José. That self-centred, entitled prick was a constant pain in your ass. His interactions with you only consisted of two things. Him asking you out in the most sleezy, vomit inducing type of way or him trying to make you responsible for every little mishap the base´s equipment had. He just wouldn’t get the hint.

Sure he wasn’t the most pleasant fellow on base but by far the worst you had to deal with. Other than him the soldiers either left you alone, respected your skill and opinion or were good friends and comrades of yours.

When Captain Price formed task force 141 and made you it´s chief mechanic you first thought he was pulling your leg. Sure, you were brilliant at your job, only a fool would deny that but he and the people he wanted to recruit were literal heroes. Legends even and he wanted you amongst them. Making sure that whenever the massive doors of the hangar opened and they made their way towards the various vehicles and planes, helicopters ect., they would be working with top notch equipment. Functioning vehicles and helis were almost as important as their weapons. You choosing not to be in the field meant, that doing your job was your contribution to keeping your team alive.

At the beginning you didn’t feel like part of said team at all. You made sure everything was on point for them to use but you didn’t throw yourself into dangerous situations like they did.

And then one day over shouting, explosions in the background and shots fired rapidly, you´d guided Ghost over the comms on how to repair an enemies heli for them to escape. The moment the background noises had faded and you knew they were in the air away from most danger, you had almost cried in relief.

Waiting on base for the heli to return you´d paced the floor of the hangar and nervously bit your nails. After what felt like a lifetime, they´d landed and Soap immediately jumped out and ran towards you. Your breath had been knocked clean out of you when he´d crushed you to his chest shouting.

“You are absolutely incredible!! There was no way we would have been able to make that piece of junk fly again without you. You saved our arses out there,___!!!” Relieved laughter had bubbled from your chest when he´d let you go and held your shoulders, looking at you with sparkling eyes.

“Good job” the Captain had said with a short but proud smile when he came to a holt in front of you. He never had to say much to make his feelings known. That `good job´ had told you enough to make your chest swell as you nodded to him. Ghost hadn´t said much. He´d just walked over to you lifting his arm in an angle and happily smirking you had done the same. Your forearms connecting he´d looked down at you nodding his head once, slowly.

That was it. Since then you became best friends with Soap, good friends with Gaz, Captain Price became somewhat of a mentor to you and Ghost…well, he was special. You didn’t talk much but when it was his downtime (which he only took very begrudgingly) he would come find you, sitting or standing next to you and watching you work. Sometimes he would ask you a question and so you figured you´d just do the talking. Whenever he was there with you, you would explain the steps you took to repair or maintain motors, axle´s and technical equipment.

So, when Price had announced two new recruits for the 141 you´d all looked a little surprised. But of course you trusted your Captain with his judgement. Today was the day the new recruits would join your task force and you would make sure to make a good impression. Knowing them or not, they were part of your team now. And you would try and make them part of your circle. You didn’t even know their names yet.

Showering quickly, making coffee and eating a quick breakfast you hurried over to your base. You didn’t live far from it and as you weren’t active in the field there was no reason for you to live in the barracks like Soap or Ghost did as long as they were on duty. Which seemed to be a never ending occurrence.  

You jogged over to your hangar like every morning, greeting people left and right until you heard the boisterous bickering of Soap and Gaz. Grinning from ear to ear you walked into the large area full of soldiers, vehicles and helicopters. “Could you two please shut it! It´s my first day back, seriously!” you said loudly but with a huge smile on your face. “There she is!” Soap laughed and scooped you up, swinging you left and right. “Never leave for that long again, hen. Please! Ghost is not a suitable replacement for you.” He sat you down on your feet again. “I was only gone for two weeks, Johnny, don´t be so dramatic” you rolled your eyes playfully. “And don’t make fun of my padawan” you pushed your finger into his chest. He smiled and swung his arm over your shoulders. “Aye, a´right, lass. Promise!”

Gaz smiled at you. “Good to have you back,___. You are right on time, the two new recruits are with Price right now. He will introduce you in a sec.” You raised an eyebrow. “You already met them?” you asked. “Aye, this mornin´. We had an early briefin´.” Soap said. “Hmm, I see. So…are they…?”

“Capable? Yes, absolutely. They come highly recommended” Gaz said matter of factly. You felt a weight drop from your chest. “I see. That´s good.”

In the corner of your eye you saw something that made your head whip around. Price had just entered the hangar with casual steps. He stopped next to a table and turned to the soldier following after him. Your jaw dropped and your whole body jerked a little to the side. Soap gave you a knowing smirk. “I know, right? He´s massive. 6´10 I think.”

Your heart was beating out of your chest and you were desperately trying to convince yourself that it was totally normal to have a vast number of 6´10 men walking around the immediate vicinity of a military base. It was normal, there were a lot of men of that hight walking around. Right? No,___. Fuck no! There aren´t!

You weren’t 100% sure it was him though. How could you be? The mountain standing next to Price was wearing full gear as well as a sniper hood, completely covering his face and neck. You couldn’t see his eyes very well from that distance to make sure. There also was one other thing. This man stood tall, shoulders pulled back, head held high. He wasn’t slouching, so even though you whished nothing more than to see König again, this couldn’t be him. The height? Total coincidence.

Trying to hide your, as you realised, devastating disappointment you got to work immediately. Thinking about the auburn haired man that stirred a longing inside of you, you couldn’t explain. It wasn’t just the dreams you had about him. It was his excitement, his eagerness, his voice, his damn smile. You saw it every time you closed your eyes. Your heart hurt. How could you be lovesick? It didn’t make much sense to you. The only thing you knew was that your heart and body felt like they were on fire constantly since meeting him. Your body pleasantly, your heart filled with something aching. It was a mixture you had never felt before.

Sighing deeply you were currently torso deep leaned into the hood of your latest broken piece of equipment when you heard Price´s commanding voice booming behind you. “___, meet the new team members.” Nervous, you wiped your hands on the rack hanging from your black overalls. When you turned, the world seemed to stop yet again. There was no denying. Not being able to see more than his eyes this close to you, it was enough. You had struggled too much to figure out their colour to not recognise them now even surrounded by the hood and black face paint. His eyes were wide and they looked to your shock absolutely horrified.

While Price was looking a bit taken aback by your quietness he didn’t comment on it. König´s eyes still held your own until he seemed to snap out of something and took a step towards you. “Nein…” he sounded so devastated you didn’t know if you should try to console him or be offended. “Nein, nein, nein, nein, nein, Maus. Was machst du hier?! Wieso…wieso bist du hier?!“ (Mouse, what are you doing here?! Why are you here?!) His hands moved to the top of his head like he was trying to grab his hair but he couldn’t. Instead he got much closer and lay both massive hands on your shoulders leaning down towards you and looking into your eyes. His own swam with what you now saw worry, fear and maybe a bit of relieve.

Price stepped into your field of vision with a raised eyebrow. He looked ready to pounce on König within the second you asked for it. “I´m fine, Captain. I…I´ve met him previously.” He didn’t look very comfortable with this information but slowly walked backwards towards Soap who´s collar was held by Gaz, holding him back from sprinting.

Your attention was pulled back towards König again as he carefully moved one hand and lay it gently on your cheek. “You´re not supposed to be here” he whispered. You knew he didn’t mean it in a condescending way so you tried an encouraging smile. “I didn’t have the chance to tell you what my occupation was” you answered slowly. “I didn’t know you were a soldier either.” He nodded his head a bit.

It suddenly dawned on you what his and your position would mean now and your stomach twisted uncomfortably. You understood his tone of voice now. He sighed deeply. “Ich hab´ so oft an dich gedacht” (I thought about you so often) he said gently. Your heart squeezed in your chest and trying to not choke up you nodded. “Ich auch an dich” (As did I) you answered. Why beat around the bush? He was here and so were you. You had to work with that fact. His eyes narrowed and you knew he was smiling underneath his hood. Slightly touching the hand that was still on your cheek you smiled back. You couldn’t see his cheeks or ears but your best guess was that they were bright pink at this point.

It was a bit difficult to manoeuvre everything since König joined 141. Price had pulled you aside after your first encounter with König at base and asked if this would turn into a problem. You gave him your most honest answer. “No, Sir. Unless you feel it´s a problem that I worry about my teammates out in the field. It will eventually happen with König and Horangi too.” Price huffed a small laugh. “Yea, I know you worry ´bout us. I also know you sometimes stretch your hours to be here when we get back and then pretend like something was broken” his voice sounded mildly stern. You hung your head a little. “I just wanna make sure you´re sure about how much you wanna…pursue whatever this thing with König is. You know the military has some rules about that.” You felt your face burn but nodded quickly. “I´m aware, Sir. I…I´m not even sure what…” He raised his hand. “Don´t need to hear it. I can´t stop you from caring and it´s good that you do. Not gonna lie, feels nice when we get back and you´re there.” You stared at him and your heart swelled for your Captain.

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Months passed and it was like you expected it to be. König and you had this unspoken agreement to see what this thing between you would turn out to be but it was difficult. You only saw each other on base when you were both fully committed to your jobs. Your job was to make sure all their equipment was on point. You couldn’t let yourself fall much deeper for him and let it become a distraction. And on the other hand you wished for nothing more than be closer to him. Other than some very small touches and hushed conversations you hadn’t had the time to explore further what you felt for each other. Every time they left in the heli or plane he would turn one last time and look back at you giving you a small wave.

The next time they came back, König was the one who´s gear was caked in blood more than the others. He really looked like an absolute beast coming down the ramp. Powerful legs carried him in long strides towards you until he stopped right in front of you. His gaze was cold, his posture challenging. It was like he was trying to intimidate you. And it almost worked. What you couldn’t forget however was his sweet smile, his adorable grin. “Was versuchst du hier, König?” (What are you trying to do here, König?) you asked him calmly and lifted your hand to his smudged cheek.

Immediately his shoulders slumped the way you remembered and his eyes closed. You hadn’t seen his face since that day at Lucy´s. His hood was always on. After months of pining your patience was at an end. You took his hand and pulled him outside the hangar. You could see Gaz and Soap fist-bumping in the background as you pulled König after you into the dark. The dull light of the hangar reached you only slightly when you stopped next to the heli and turned to him. “Ich will dich sehen” (I want to see you) you said while still holding his hand.

His breath stuttered as his other hand moved to his hood, pulling it over his head. Your heart beat against your ribs hastily. There he was. The area around his eyes painted black only accentuated his glowing irises, solely trained on you. With an almost wide open mouth you saw that his hair was not tied back. Or maybe not anymore. It flowed down towards his shoulders, framing his face with strands of liquid copper and brown. His mouth was a straight line, his brows pinched. He looked like he was fighting with himself. “König” you whispered pulling him closer to you. “We both know there´s something there.” He nodded immediately but looked almost ashamed. You continued. “For me, it was there in the bookstore, it was there when you joined 141 and it´s here now” you pointed at your heart. He inhaled sharply. “Oh, Maus. Du weißt ja nicht…” (Oh, mouse. You don´t even know…) “I thought my heart would explode in that bookstore.” He came closer to you, gently reaching out and touching your waist.

“When I realised that you´re in the military, in my team…I got so scared. I thought you were active in the field for a second. It terrified me. I thought you´d get to see the side of me that I don’t….can´t show you.” You took the last step and lifted both hands to his chest. His heart was hammering against your palm violently. Moving your hands further upwards you encased his aristocratic face into your hands. “I´m used to seeing blood, König” you said a bit teasingly. He huffed and smiled a little bit. “I…change….out there” he said hesitantly, looking at you with the most vulnerable eyes you had ever seen on a person.

You nodded in understanding. “You don’t have to explain more than that, König. All I know is that you changing out there, brings you back to me time and time again unscathed. That´s all that matters to me.” His eyes were so round and disbelieving. His arms sneaked around your waist pulling you flush to his wide chest. Your own hands wound themselves to the back of his neck pulling him down to you gently.

With somewhat sweaty hands and a body boiling so hot you could feel your own heat emitting from it, you looked into his beautiful eyes until his nose brushed yours gently. Your lips twitching you closed your eyes and waited for him to take the last step. He took his time.

Holding you ever so close he brushed his nose up the bridge of yours until his lips softly brushed your forehead. The air was almost punched from your lungs when you felt their soft texture breathing little pecks over your hairline, down your nose again and finally stopping above your mouth. “Meine kleine Maus. So wunderschön” (My little mouse. So beautiful) he breathed against your quivering lips. He was driving you nuts.

Slowly he began to move one hand up and up over your spine. Goosebumps covered your whole body and your knees became weaker by the second. “König” you almost whined. “Bitte” (Please).

So, finally with a violent shiver of his own and a slight groan, he moved his head and fully took your mouth with his.

It was like something in yourself opened up for the first time. You´ve kissed plenty of people before but none of them felt like he did. None of them tasted like he did. He was holding you gently but firm as he opened his mouth slightly. One of his hands at the back of your neck managed to let you forget everything that was going on around you, in the world.

Quickly you noticed that just standing there, holding onto him and letting your lips do the talking wasn’t enough. You´ve got a taste of him and now, your body craved more than you were sure you could chew at that moment. Open mouthed kisses with König was something out of this world. He may seemed like a bit of a shy person but damn, he was an incredible kisser. When you let out a little whimper you could feel his hands clamp down on you for a second. Encouraged by his reaction and knowing he wanted you just as badly as you wanted him, you gently and carefully touched his tongue with yours. A deep, rattling sound came from his chest as he used his own tongue to explore your mouth.

You couldn’t imagine how you had ever lived without his kisses before. It was like the movements of his tongue and gently fingers breathed live into you all the while robbing you of every ounce of oxygen in your lungs as well as every coherent thought. “Shit” he breathed. “I can´t” *kiss* “fucking stop” *kiss*. “You are so addicting. Thought about you” *Kiss* “every damn day.”

“Don’t let go” you breathed against his lips, desperately clinging to him. “Gott, Maus. Nicht mal wenn ich könnte” (God, mouse. Not even if I could) he growled. Your head was swimming. One more German word out of his mouth and you´d jump his bones then and there. König´s hands framed your face and slowly he retreated his wicked tongue from your mouth. Pecking your lips several more times he was panting by the time you opened your eyes to look at him better. Your hand had wandered from his neck into his hair and you twirled the silky strands affectionately while gazing at his kiss swollen lips. He grinned and all your were able to concentrate on were those damned canines.

Smiling you brushed your nose with his and giggled when he squeezed you hard licking his teeth. Your nether regions tingled so bad at this point, you really had to concentrate. You didn’t want this to be less than a make-out and a quickie. You cared for this giant sweetheart more than what you had thought was possible.

“I´d love to continue this, Maus but…You have to know that…I care a great deal about you. You mean a lot to me. I can´t just…” You touched his face with a light brush of your fingertips and he looked at you almost apologetically. “It´s okey, König. So do I” you smiled wide. The look of content and relieve that befell his face was so pure it almost choked you up.

Still holding you close to him he buried his head into your hair and took a deep breath. He mumbled something you couldn’t understand so you chuckled and leaned back a bit to look at him. He had a sheepish smile on his face. You pulled his head down again and kissed him, fully enjoying the little hiccup escaping him. When you detached from him again he touched your face with gentle fingers, mapping out each curve and edge. Then he sighed deeply and said “I´m really not looking forward to the conversation I´ll need to have with the Captain. He scares me.”

At that you had to laugh a little. “What conversation do you mean?” you asked. Hope and excitement spreading through your veins. “Well” he said, grinning again. “I want to take this wonderful little Maus out on a date and see where it take´s us. She´s pretty neat.” You giggled and felt your cheeks and neck burn. “But I need to talk to the Captain first.” You nodded in understanding.

“I think your Maus will be very happy to say yes to a date” you chuckled in a whisper and got on your tiptoes. He bent his head quickly, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you into his arms. This kiss was incredibly sweet though not less passionate as  the last one.

As he slowly turned on his axis, never once leaving your lips, your heart sang with possibility and affection towards the man named König.

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remember the nights | chapter seven — bright lights, big city

WORD COUNT — 3,623

WARNINGS — none

NOTES — SHE'S HERE!! THE CHAPTER THAT STARTED IT ALL IN JULY 2021

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The further into October you got, the icier the chill in the air became. The month only had a few more days left in it, and you were already wearing your winter coat to school in the mornings. Every tree you saw was bare, and the colorful leaves they scattered all over the ground crunched beneath your feet with every step. 

It was Saturday today, and normally you were very grateful for Saturdays. Today, however, both Newt and Thomas had insisted that you get up early for a ‘surprise’. Last night when you had gone to Mickey’s and later the playground, no one had missed the glances passed between your brother and friend, but they refused to elaborate their mischievous, knowing looks they were giving one another.

When you’d asked Newt privately, he only told you to get up early the next morning for a special surprise. The answer had been unnerving, to say the least, so when you asked Thomas and he provided the same response, nearly verbatim, you were officially put on edge. 

You still did as told, though, the anticipation getting the better of you instead of the uneasiness. So, even though you usually reserved Saturday mornings for sleeping in, you got up just a little later than you do on school mornings, taking a shower, getting dressed and eating a quick breakfast. 

When you finished your coffee and muffin, your phone pinged with a text from Newt, telling you that he’d be arriving at the house soon, and asking if you were ready for the surprise. During this, Thomas had stumbled down the stairs in his pajamas, looking worse for wear as he grabbed an apple, still blinking the sleep from his eyes, and headed to the living room. 

You joined him on the couch, scrolling through Instagram while your curiosity and anxiety battled one another in your stomach as you waited for Newt. 

Maggie and your dad had come down while you waited, sharing cheeky smiles as they worked in tandem to make theirs and Chuck’s breakfast. It was nice so see your dad so happy. Of course, he was always happy when he was with you, but the smile he wore when he was with Maggie was different. More like he was in a state of pure adoration. 

When knuckles rapped against wood, you nearly shot up from your seat, slightly startling Thomas as he slowly ate his apple. Newt waited for you at the door, hands shoved into the pockets of his signature jacket, sporting a coy smile. 

“Morning,” he smiled, rocking on the balls of his feet. 

“Good morning,” you smiled back. “What’s this big surprise, then?”

Newt’s smile widened, bordering playful. “Can’t say. But I know you’re gonna love it. You might wanna grab a purse or something, though. We’re not sticking around for long.” 

“Oh?” You said. “I’ll be right back, then. You can wait on the couch with Thomas.” 

You stepped back, opening the door wider to allow Newt in. He greeted Maggie and your dad before heading into the living room to talk with Thomas while you went upstairs. You decided on a small handbag, throwing in your usual items — wallet, chapstick, and hair ties. You brought a charger, rolled up as small as it could get, and made sure your phone had enough room in the bag, as well. 

When you finally got back downstairs, Newt waited by the door while you said quick goodbyes to everyone — including Chuck, who woke up while you were upstairs and was shoving his face with scrambled eggs. 

You got into the car, Newt peeling off and heading past the town line, unsure of how long the drive would be, thinking up any kind of explanation of what today would be like based on the molecules of information you had. Once the drive was underway, Newt let you hook your phone up to the sound system to play music in order for you both to sing along to whatever songs you both knew. 

After about twenty minutes, though, you’d turned down the music in order to trade stories about Thomas. Newt laughed his way through his recounting of how Thomas had fractured his arm one winter on a patch of snow-covered ice while Minho had chased him around Gally’s front yard, and you excitedly recalled the time he spent three month’s worth of his allowance on a game at Coney Island in order to win a giant Pikachu plush — which had been sitting in the corner of his room for the past two years. 

“Have I ever told you guys about this one dude I went to school with?” You asked as Newt switched lanes on the highway. 

“I don’t think you’ve told us much about your old school, so no.”

You bit back a laugh. “This is gonna be amazing. Okay, so this guy, his name’s Mitch, he was like a grade above me in my old school, and I shit you not, literally every girl I talked to had a crush on him. If you didn’t have him in one of your classes you could swear he was one of the student teachers or something.” You rambled excitedly. “I talked to him a few times in my open photography class last year, he’s really cool, but that’s not the point. My whole point is that he looks exactly like Thomas if he could actually grow facial hair.” Newt barked out a laugh. “I’m not kidding; if the guy shaved closer to the skin and styled his hair differently, they’d look like twins or something, it’s insane.” 

“There’s no way that’s true,” Newt shook his head. 

“But it is,” you insisted. “If I hadn’t met Thomas so early into freshman year after Maggie and my dad started dating, I probably would’ve had a crush on Mitch, too.”

Newt scoffed out a laugh, bemused smile on his face as he shook his head. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“I can show you, if you want. I have his Instagram.” You said, before remembering Newt was driving. “Actually, I’ll show you later. The shock of his similarity to Thomas might cause us to get into a multi-car pileup.” 

Soon after, the mindless chatter and story-swapping continued as normal, occasionally broken by a particularly good song coming up and you sang along to it. Car after car passed you by, and you were entirely wrapped up in conversation with Newt. So much so, that you failed to pay close attention to your surroundings outside of the vehicle. 

That is, at least, until the chatter died down and you realized that Newt was parking his car in front of a familiar set of open gates in a very familiar part of Central Park. “You took me home?”

“Not quite,” Newt said with a heartwarming smile, shutting off the engine and stepping out of the car. You followed, watching Newt as he led you through the gates as if it was him who had grown up in this park and not you. 

You passed through the gates, reminded of all the times you would walk this path with your best friends, coming straight from school or from your favorite froyo shop, wanting to spend as much time with one another as you could before everyone had to go home. 

“Newt, where are we going?”

“Just wait,” he told you. “You’ll see.”

As if his words were magic, you saw them. Sitting on a familiar bench, just a little ways away, were your best friends. Just laying eyes on them nearly stole the breath from your lungs, your face lighting up with joy. You wasted no time in calling out to them. “Mina! Fernanda!” 

The girls shot up from their seats, smiles overtaking their features like yours had. You ran to greet them, as they rushed up to you, pulling you into a tight, welcoming, and familiar group hug. Laughter spilled uncontrollably from all three of you, even when you pulled back to get a good look at them. 

“God, I’m so happy to see you guys.”

Amina laughed, squeezing your right arm. “So are we.”

“How is this even happening right now? I mean—”

“You can thank your Godsend of a boyfriend for this one,” Fernanda smirked. “He’s been talking to us, Thomas, and your dad for weeks just to get this put together. Wanted to make sure there was a time all three of us could spend an afternoon together.”

You barely had the time to process what Fernanda said before Amina was cutting in with her classically dramatic groan. “I wish Aleksander would do stuff like this for me.”

“You say that as if he didn’t literally take you to Coney Island for your anniversary two weeks ago and take you on like, every thrill ride in the park. That shit’s expensive, Mina,”

Your smile widened as the girls began their usual banter, realizing just how much you missed interactions like these, even if you had similar ones with your friends in Woodstock. It suddenly reminded you of Newt, of the fact that he was the reason you were even here. You quickly glanced over your shoulder to find him standing several feet away, watching you with a satisfied smile on his face, hands shoved into his front jean pockets. 

You left your friends to bicker and ran back to the blond, body colliding with his, arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug. He stumbled slightly upon impact before pulling his hands from his pockets and winding his arms around your torso.

“Thank you,” you whispered, face tucked into Newt’s neck for barely a moment before you pulled back, arms still around Newt’s neck, his hands still flat against your back. 

Newt’s eyes contentedly scanned your joyful face before he responded, “You told me you missed them a few weeks ago, so I thought it wouldn’t hurt to take you to see them, even if it’s just for an afternoon.”

It was entirely true. At some point during your long, deep conversation underneath the willow tree, you’d talked about your friends and how much you missed them. Even so, you were surprised he remembered something from almost two months ago, let alone planned out a trip just to make you happy. 

A whistle broke through the air, causing you and Newt to jump and completely pull away from one another. Turning, you found Fernanda to be the culprit. “Hey, lovebirds! Let’s get a move on, I’m starving!”

Your cheeks burned as you and Newt rejoined Amina and Fernanda, beginning the all too familiar trek to your froyo shop to eat your all-time favorite dessert — aside from Mickey’s double chocolate milkshake, of course — before heading to the nearby mall. 

In your two months away from New York city, Anne’s Froyo Factory was one of the things you’d missed the most. If you could have things your way, you would marry the store in a heartbeat. 

You and your friends had spent the better part of an hour sitting at your usual table near the middle of the seating area, similar to the way your friends in Woodstock sat. You and Newt sat with your backs to the door, with Amina and Fernanda on the other side. Conversation between you flowed easily, as it was mostly questions from the girls about how things were going in Woodstock, and you asking for updates on things happening in your school. 

You ended up recounting the shopping cart race to them, and showing the mostly-healed injuries you’d sustained, much to Fernanda’s chagrin. They’d also been very happy to hear that the transition was mostly effortless, and that you had no issues making new friends and bonding with Thomas’ group of friends. According to them, that was the thing they’d worried about the most. 

After you were finished with froyo and the initial catch-up, Newt drove everyone over to the mall you used to frequent. He’d taken your advice and parked deep into the underground parking structure, as opposed to dealing with the hellscape that the above ground parking lot was on a Saturday afternoon. 

Despite how insanely packed the mall was, you knew you would have a good time with everyone. Any time a store caught someone’s interest, you’d all go in to explore it, more often than not coming out with a bag or two. You paid close attention to Newt, though, because he’d never been in this mall before, and you didn’t want to lose him to the crowd. 

Being in the mall for a prolonged amount of time only proved that having access to a bank account that housed a weekly allowance and a want for material items was truly your greatest downfall. By the time everyone was ready to eat again, you’d bought a few new clothing items for yourself, a Lord of The Rings figurine for Chuck, and a lightsaber keychain for Thomas. 

Some point between stores, on a leisurely path to the food court, Newt spotted a photo booth, tucked barely out of the way of the main flow of customers. Amina and Fernanda were inside some stationary store a little ways back, and Newt insisted that you and him go inside. You feigned reluctance to the idea, but followed the boy to it with a smile on your face. 

You stepped inside behind Newt, who was squished into the corner, slotting your bags between your feet as he shoved a $5 bill into the machine and you shut the curtain. It was only at that moment that you realized you’d never been in a photo booth before, and didn’t know what to do with yourself. 

Newt, however, seemed to know exactly what to do. Just as the countdown on the screen displayed a bright number five, you and Newt looked at each other, and he blurted out, “Gally’s a huge fan of Glee, but he refuses to tell anyone. I caught him watching it once, I don’t think he knows though.”

You erupted in laughter and Newt followed after, just in time to hear the shutter click. This was what made you get your footing, and in the pause between pictures, you came up with poses. Newt faced the camera and smiled wide, eyes closed as you ruffled his hair, eyes locked onto his features, a softer smile than his on your face. For the third photo, you both mustered up wide, bright smiles once again and pressed your cheeks together, one of your arms wrapped around Newt’s neck, his hands hanging off your shoulders. For the final photo, though, it seemed neither of you knew what to do. 

But you were proven wrong when it seemed that Newt had this one covered, too. 

You opened your mouth to speak as the countdown hit number two, but before you could say anything, Newt’s hand grazed your chin and pulled you close as he pressed a kiss to your cheek. The shutter flashed as he did, and within seconds, he’d pulled back and acted as though he’d done nothing. 

You stepped out of the booth, bags in hand, unable to control the burning on your cheeks. Two film strips deposited from the machine, one for each of you. Newt grabbed them and handed one to you, folding his in half and tucking it into his wallet. You decided your strip would be safest in your bag until you could tape it to the wall behind your desk at home. 

Just as you did so, Amina and Fernanda found the both of you, each carrying a small bag from the store they’d been in before. They both agreed that food was a must, and there was no need to go into any more stores until after you’d bought food. 

As you headed to the middle of the mall, you realized that you’d been in the mall for almost two hours, and had yet to see the other half of it. Still, food was now your priority, along with finding a suitable table for everyone to eat at. 

Newt had found one near the middle, and offered to save the spot so you and your friends could get food. Amina was the first one back, with a tray of Greek food, followed by Fernanda, who had chosen New York Fries. Newt ended up choosing the Chinese place near the edge of the food court, and you arrived back at the table last, carrying a delightful tray from Burger Palace, with a classic burger and chocolate milkshake — earning a laugh from Newt. 

Everyone else had already started eating, and you frowned when you took the first few bites and sips of your meal. 

“What’s with the face?” Fernanda asked. “You don’t like it? I thought you loved Burger Palace.”

You swallowed what you were chewing before you answered. “I do, but it’s nowhere close to Mickey’s, that’s for sure.” 

Newt laughed, chopsticks full of lo mein halfway to his mouth. “Nothing’ll ever beat Mickey’s. All of his recipes are homemade, not to mention top secret. He almost didn’t let Frypan know about them when he started working there.” 

The girls knew what you were talking about, as you had told them plenty about Mickey’s since you’d first eaten there, shared a quick look before returning to their food. The rest of the meal passed in a relative silence, up until you’d excused yourself to go use the bathroom. 

As soon as you were out of earshot, Fernanda leaned across the table to meet Newt’s eye. “So, how long have you two been dating?”

Newt choked on his drink, coughing and sputtering out, “What?”

“You guys can’t have been dating that long. I mean, she’s only been gone for like… two months.” Amina guessed.

“Oh,” Newt realized. “Yeah, um, we’re not— we’re not dating.” 

Fernanda’s eyes widened. “Really? We could’ve sworn—”

“No, no,” Newt blushed, a bashful smile appearing on his face. “We’re just good friends, that’s all.” 

“Well, I think you should ask her out.” 

“Mina!” Fernanda balked. 

The girl only shrugged, picking at her salad. “What? I’m just saying. They obviously like each other, and if they accidentally managed to convince us they’re dating? There’s obviously something there.” 

Fernanda only shrugged, considering her friend’s explanation. Newt observed the pair, hoping that the red that so obviously painted his cheeks would dissipate before you got back. The rest of the conversation was cut short when you returned to the table. 

Once everyone was finished and had thrown away their garbage, you all decided that exploring the other half of the mall wasn’t worth the aching feet and worn out muscles. After all, you’d been in the mall for two hours now, and it was nearing three o’clock. So, you decided to head back to the car, this time with a trunk full of bags from a multitude of stores, to go to a familiar cafe to grab drinks before saying your goodbyes. 

When you arrived at the park entrance where the day started, you felt the tears beginning to well up in your eyes. You and the girls stepped out of the car, Newt opting to keep it idling while you parted ways at the gate. 

“I hope I can see you guys again soon,” you said, fighting your tears. 

Amina laughed, wiping at the bottom of her eyes to keep the tears from falling. “Oh, please. You can’t get rid of us easily, Y/n. You know that.”

“Exactly, we’re like boomerangs,” Fernanda smiled sadly. “We always find a way back.” 

You decided that if you spoke again, you’d start crying, so you pulled the girls in for a group hug, savoring the moment as best as you could. When you pulled away, you hugged them both again, this time separately. 

“Take care of that boyfriend of yours,” Amina told you, face tucked into your shoulder, before pulling back. “He knows how to treat you right.” 

You rolled your bloodshot eyes, a playful smile threatening to show on your face as you tried to calm the burning on your cheeks. “He’s not my boyfriend, Mina.” 

“Could’ve fooled us,” Fernanda said. “No one who goes out of their way to plan a whole day with your best friends and drive you two hours here, and two hours back — in New York traffic, mind you — is just a friend.” 

You laughed and nodded, but said nothing. After another round of hugs and well wishes, you departed and headed back to the warm car, Newt driving off not long after you were settled. 

The drive home was vastly different than the drive into the city. It was calmer, and the silence was filled with the low volume of the radio as you and Newt finished off your cafe drinks. At some point, though, you felt that you needed to bring up your conversation with Amina and Fernanda. 

“They had that conversation with you, too?” Newt asked.

“‘Too’? What do you mean, ‘too’?” 

“When you went to use the bathroom during lunch,” Newt smiled, “they practically ambushed me. Apparently, we make a very convincing couple.” 

You couldn’t help but laugh along with Newt. 

The day ended at your doorstep. Newt poked his head in to say hello to everyone, and to assure your family that nothing had gone wrong with the ‘master plan’ that, apparently, everyone except you knew about. 

Once more, you thanked the British boy, reminding him that this was one of the best days you’d had since moving to Woodstock. After saying your goodbyes, you watched Newt’s car disappear down the street before heading back inside. Today was a really good day.

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[persephoneflowerpetals]

Hey!!! I hope you’re doing well :) I feel like you’ve been feeling a bit down recently I dunno I could be wrong and you’re just busy but either way I hope your week starts to get better soon!! I just wanted to drop by and check on you and make sure you’re all okay!! Ik you’re probably busy as hell but keep up the good work!! You’re doing good :D!! I’m proud of you!! <3

Hi! Oh my goodness thank you so much!!! I seriously appreciate you sending this!!! This made me very happy!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️

I genuinely didn’t think anyone would notice, but at the same time I haven’t been as active on here as I usually am so I guess it is a little obvious lol. I was honestly thinking about making a post talking about this but yeah. You’re correct on that. I’ve been struggling with my mental health recently, mainly my anxiety.

It’s really weird because I’ve been doing fine life-wise. I mean, we had a tropical storm come in last week, but it didn’t really affect me or my family or anything and it’s long gone now. It’s been pretty sunny recently lol. But like, back in April I was still working in retail and I had that car crash where my car got totaled and I had to look for a new car AND a new job (which worked out in the end because now I have a nice new car and a great job that isn’t as stressful for me), but ever since I woke up from a creepy nightmare last week, I’ve just been really anxious and on edge. I’ve been having trouble sleeping and been having more eventful dreams and occasional nightmares. So I’ve been more tired than usual and feeling off. Idk I guess it subconsciously triggered some hidden pent up anxiety or something. Similar thing happened to me in high school before I was diagnosed with anxiety but it was A LOT worse because I didn’t know why I was feeling the way I did so I had a hard time coping.

Anyways, I was trying to stay offline for a while so I wouldn’t trigger any anxiety because I felt like every little thing would make me anxious. I’ve also felt too anxious and tired and uninspired to write or post, so that’s another reason why I haven’t been active. I’ve just been trying to focus on myself and my life right now, trying to find some help now that I actually have decent insurance lmao and just trying to focus on things that will keep me calm for the time being.

I will say that I’ve been doing a little better. Like yesterday and today I haven’t felt as anxious and I haven’t really had any nightmares. Just eventful dreams lol. I even got the inspiration to work a little bit on the next chapter of ‘Til Death (I’m kinda stuck on writing a scene for it so I’ve had a bit of writers block with that lol) last night so that’s progress I guess lol.

But like I said, I really really appreciate this ask! It means a lot to me that you guys care about me that much ❤️. Hopefully I’ll be back to my normal self soon and I’ll be back to posting my silly Hades and Persephone stuff lol

[amaretigris]

Yearning

1.2k words | Angst & fluff

You always hated seeing Eric with other women. His mother, the Queen, and Grimsby had invited several princesses from neighboring islands to come meet the Prince. He never seemed to care for any of them. Until now.

You met Eric several years ago, when your family first moved to the island. Luckily, with your skillset, you were able to secure a job as the Royal Gardener. You enjoyed working around the castle - pretending to live a life of luxury that you'd never known. Grimsby was the first one you met when you arrived, and he had always treated you with kindness. You'd only been working at the palace for a week and a half before you met the Prince. He'd sailed in from one of his voyages. It didn't take long for him to notice you, but that was no surprise. Eric was kind to all the staff around the castle. He remembered everyone's names and often asked them about their days.

You observed his kind nature, but recognized that look in his eye. It was the same look you saw reflected back when you peered into a mirror: one of loneliness and isolation. You were mindful of this when conversing with the Prince. It eventually led to your inquiries of what he was reading or researching at the time. Gradually, the two of you grew closer. Eric showed you his study full of treasures and invited you to come read any material there when you felt so inclined. Who knew that a man in his position of power could be so humble and giving. You'd certainly never met one.

There were times when Eric would invite you into his study, with him, to read or look at maps. To stare at the stars through his skylight. It was all this time spent together that made your feelings grow for him. You found yourself excited to see him every day. His smile, and accompanying dimples, grounded you like nothing else in your rocky life. Through it all, Eric was your constant. When he left for voyages, you counted down the days for his return.

But, now that Eric had his eighteenth birthday and was deemed a suitor, the onslaught of princesses began. Eric never showed any interest in the first few. He dismissed the idea of courting any of them when you brought it up, much to your relief. The most recent one, however, was a different story. She had to be the most beautiful woman you'd ever seen. She arrived at the palace in a gorgeous, frilly purple dress, and announced herself as Princess Vanessa. When you watched their introduction, Eric showed very little signs of intrigue. You thought that this one would soon leave empty handed, like the rest of them. You were wrong.

Vanessa had been staying at the palace for four days now. Eric hadn't shown up at your normal meeting spots in the evenings. Your anxiety about the situation, and not seeing Eric, grew worse and worse every day. You cried yourself to sleep every night. You wondered why you let yourself get so attached to a man that you could never have; an idea of a life that you could never live. The workdays passed by slowly. You did your basic duties at the castle and left to go to the market for more plants as often as you could. You were doing everything to avoid the sight of her or them. You didn't think your heart could take it.

The days bled into a whole week. You went through the motions, completely numb. Lashana approached you in the staff common room on the eighth day.

"Hey, girl. How's the work treatin' ya'?"

You stared at her blankly.

"It's fine. Thank you."

Lashana lowered her chin to scrutinize your face.

"Why d' ya' look so down? Is it that Vanessa?"

Your skin prickled at the name. You stared off at a distant wall behind Lashana.

"No. What do you mean?"

She scoffed.

"Don't be so down, now. I heard that she's leaving t'day."

Your eyes shot back to hers. You got goosebumps.

"Really?" you asked desperately.

Lashana nodded with a smile. "Yes. You need to talk to him, girl. It will b' good for the both of ya'."

Walking out and down the steps to the beach, you saw Eric standing at the water line, watching the waves. You slowly approached him, being very quiet in case you tried to change your mind and leave.

"(Y/N)," Eric turned around with a bright smile on his face.

You had never been so angry to see that smile. Pursing your lips with tears filling your eyes, you turned to walk away from him.

"Wait, (Y/N)," Eric shouted, grabbing your arm.

You spun around to face him.

"Don't touch me!"

Eric immediately withdrew his hands. His brow furrowed and his eyes grew.

"(Y/N), please, you don't understand," he started.

You cut him off.

"Oh, I think I understand. You pretended to be my friend. You pretended to be nice to me. You lied to me about those other women. Have you been doing this the whole time?"

Eric's mouth dropped open in shock.

"What? (Y/N), please. It's nothing like that. If you just let me explain."

You defiantly crossed your arms and tapped your foot on the sand. Eric watched you, waiting.

You shrieked. "Well, let's hear it."

Eric's hand ran through his curls and he licked his lips nervously.

"I'm sorry that I've been avoiding you for the past week. Grimsby came to me the night before Vanessa arrived. He said that my mother thought my judgement was clouded, and that I'd only been spending time with you. He said that if I gave Vanessa a chance, without you, for a week, and nothing happened, that my mother agreed to stop bringing Princesses over from different islands for me to court."

His ocean blue eyes watched you as you listened to his explanation. When you said nothing, he continued.

"I'm sorry, (Y/N). I know it wasn't fair to you, and I gave you no warning, but I knew that if I did this, then we could be together."

The sound of the waves crashing onto shore was suddenly drowned out by the ringing in your ears. Had you heard him right? You straightened your back, still keeping a defensive posture.

"What did you say?"

Eric took a small, cautious step towards you. He reiterated.

"I said that I knew if I did this, we could be together."

His words sunk into your bones. You softened your arms and breathed a tearful gasp.

"Eric, you mean that?" was all you could choke out.

Eric nodded and smiled softly at you, reaching his arms out. You ran into them, clutching his shirt and crying. Eric simply tightened his arms around your back and laid his cheek on the top of your head. He hated that he'd put you through this, but it was worth it. After his shirt was soaked with tears, Eric pulled back to look at your face. He gently started swiping away stray tears with his thumbs.

"(Y/N), please know that I yearned for you every day. I missed you," he brought his forehead to yours, looking deep into your teary eyes.

Your heart clenched in your chest.

"Eric, I missed you so much. Words can't do it justice," you sniffled.

He smiled at you again.

"We're together now, and we always will be."

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hi !!! can u do rw omori characters x reader (separate ofc) who's overcoming anxiety !!!! :D ALSO IF U DONT WRITE STUFF LIKE THIS IM SORRY, DELETE THIS RQ tysm ^_^💘

a/n: this is my first request and i’m happy to bring you the scenarios! thank you so much for the req. <33

im so sorry if this isn’t what you requested..!

OMORI casts with a READER who’s overcoming their anxiety

featuring: SUNNY, MARI, AUBREY, HERO, KEL, BASIL

tw(s): anxiety, vomiting, mentions of death(MARI’s death ofcourse), reader being anxious, major spoilers for OMORI

SUNNY

you’ve been with SUNNY for quite awhile now, after the death of his sister he has shut himself out for four whole years. And thankfully, before he moves out he decided to spend time with his friends (and lover).

before he moves out, KEL has requested that they should have a sleepover one last time at SUNNY’s house like they used to before. HERO, who has came back from his college for the upcoming break, agreed since it’s probably their last time together before SUNNY will come back to visit them which probably will take a long time.

the fact that your lover finally showed up from his house made you overwhelmed. You were happy ofcourse! but the fact that after this he would move away makes you feel like you’ve been abandoned. You ofcourse, doesn’t show it infront of him. Which lead to you crying on his bathroom at night.

You woke up in the middle of the night, sweats formed on your forehead while you look up to see SUNNY sleeping ever so peacefully while hugging you close. This made you smile that he finally find his peace after… her sudden death. You think back from all those time alone after MARI’s death, because when you finally want to reach SUNNY he suddenly disappears and doesn’t answer your calls or knocks. Your stomach doesn’t feel really great either, so you slip your body with slight moves so you doesn’t wake him up. After that, you quickly went to his bathroom and locked the door.

You threw up on the toilet. Once you finally done, you walked to the sink and wash your face only to find you’ve been crying this whole time. “It’s okay” you thought, trying to smile in attempt to overcome those anxieties that he’ll abandon you again. Surely he doesn’t right? He would.. never. But why does he left you alone to rot for four years alone? the group was falling apart. And when you needed him the most, he just.. disappeared. The only person who does stayed by you was AUBREY. If only you were there for SUNNY, he wouldn’t have shut himself. If only you comforted him- If only-

“its okay, everything is not your fault. I would never abandon you.”

MARI

she’s really good at comforting people. Since she has a younger brother that usually sticks with her, and whenever the group has some sort of problems, they will usually run to MARI to get the comfort of someone reassuring them that its alright.

and you are no exception. You’ve been feeling like the group has been tired of your antics lately, and the fact that AUBREY and KEL just had a big fight makes it worse. You feel like you’re just a bother that doesn’t fit in into the group.

MARI has noticed the anxiety signs that you give and decided to reassure you that none of this is your fault and that AUBREY and KEL was only messing around with eachother and it’s not your fault.

the day has almost come to an end. AUBREY, KEL, BASIL, and SUNNY was the only ones at the treehouse that afternoon, everyone was looking at AUBREY and KEL that has just got into a big fight, it makes you worry that the group is going to fall apart and it’s all your fault for not stopping them earlier.

as one of the responsible people in the group, it’s supposedly your job to stop them both since you’re the only one that’s old enough at the treehouse. With AUBREY and KEL shouting at eachother it made you feel like you’re useless.

once HERO and MARI came back from taking the snacks, both of them looked confused and shocked to see you crying on the corner of the room while BASIL and SUNNY was trying to stop AUBREY and KEL from hitting eachother. She knew what to do and instantly rushed in to hug you close while telling you reassuring words.

“Everything’s alright [name], it is not your fault. And you would never be a bother to us.”

after you eventually overcome the anxieties, you felt like two people were hugging you. It was AUBREY and KEL. They’re both sorry for what they did and that they shouldn’t have fight over small things. You we’re happy, and hope things would stay like this together.

AUBREY

AUBREY is not really good with words. So, she oftens show that she cares through her actions. Even though you two always seem to stick together, you sometimes think that you really doesn’t deserve her.

after MARI’s death, she’s always been with you from the dawn to the dusk. But as of lately, she’s been less and less hanging out with you. You, as her s/o ofcourse were worried if she’s already burned out from all of your rantings and sudden anxiety attacks.

eventually, you came up with the terms of that AUBREY doesn’t care about you anymore. That she already finds someone better than you, and now has finally leave you alone for good. But that wasn’t the case isn’t it? she truly does still love you, it’s just that she was mad. Not to you, to her other friends. AUBREY just need some times to herself.

it was like just any other random days, where you would lay on your bed and cry yourself to death. AUBREY has been absent as of lately, thinking that she was tired of your antics; you overslept yourself again for the entire day.

AUBREY has been infact worried about you. But she just needs sometimes for herself, but once she does have her time, she knocked on your door but got no answer. She’s been worried because you kept locking yourself on your house. Scared that you will be like one of her friend, locking himself alone inside his house. This routine has been cycling for about one week and she finally had enough.

she busted inside your house and then found herself hearing a sobbing voide. Crying and screaming to themself. AUBREY was alarmed, and quickly went into your room without a knock and it suprises you.

“A-AUBREY…? i thought- you already got tired of me.”

“i would never got tired of you.”

HERO

he wanted to start a new life, and a better life. So after MARI’s death, he decided to go to college and study there for four whole years. On the first day of his college, he was looking rather… depressed. So many people were avoiding him because they doesn’t want to be a bother for him.

but that’s where you came in. “Hello? do you need help around the campus? Im [name], nice to meet you!”

he remembers that day vividly, where everyone would avoid him but not you. You remind him of MARI very much, the way you’re so gentle of someone you just met. The way you care for others, had him so… inlove with you at the first sight. And now here you are, feeling anxious about meeting his bestfriends for the first time.

HERO talked ALOT about his old friends from his town, and now when the break is coming up; he decided if he want to introduce you to the group! He also talks alot about MARI and already told you how similar you are. But the thing is, if you were suddenly appear in his friends life how would they react? how would they react if someone that even HERO said you were very similar to his late crush came?

so here you are, waiting inside his house with his parents asking about you. “i heard from my son that you’re his S/O correct? oh my gosh, you look so much like her! even the way you’re acting, if he didn’t tell me about you sooner i would’ve guessed that you ARE her.” this even made you more nervous than it actually are. Now his parents are reminiscing back the old times, and it made you more overwhelmed now. You couldn’t hold it in anymore so you excused yourself as nicely as possible to go to the toilet.

you’re crying yourself out. It feels so wrong but you couldn’t help it. Now how would HERO’s friends react to you? you couldn’t bear their reactions. Would they be disgusted by you? would they be scared to you? why did you even look like her is the first place? this is all too much for you to overcome. Eventually, you heard some knock on the door.

“hey… [name]? are you there? it’s me, HERO.”

you let him in, and when you open the door he suddenly pulled you into a hug.

“i know how hard it is for you. But don’t worry, they won’t hate you. I promise.”

KEL

you are pretty scared of new people. And meeting his parents were no exception. Even though the family was known for their kind personality, it didn’t stop you for feeling like you’re not good enough for KEL.

KEL is a really outgoing person, he was very different for you. And that difference is something that you are scared of. You wondered; how did you even get someone such as himself?

you’re scared that his parents doesn’t approve of your relationship. And also even though your guardian(s) has known them for a long time and that his parents is now treating you like their child, you are still pretty nervous around them.

you’re currently trying to look presentable as possible. Looking at your mirror to find yourself looking well, overdressed. Its been 2 hours since KEL was calling you that his family invited you to a dinner over their house. And of course you being you decided to look more ‘presentable’ at their dinner party. It was mostly just for congratulating HERO’s return from college but KEL has suggested that they should invite you.

when you heard what KEL said, you look completely pale from the news. He said he will be picking you up in 2 hours which is like 5 minutes from now on. You started to feel like there’s something leaking from your eyes, trying to get it away from your face you only realized that it’s your tears. And now your make up are completely ruined.(just ignore this part if you don’t use make ups.)

It feels like forever until you felt somebody was hugging you. You look over the mirror and found KEL hugging you from behind. He was in his normal orange sport clothing and look practically like any other day. He told you that there’s no need to overdress yourself to look presentable, his parents already approves you the way you are.

“there’s no need to dress yourself like this, [name]. My parents loves you from the day they met you already.”

BASIL

to be quite honest, BASIL also has.. some anxieties that he also deals with. So when you are trying to overcome your anxieties, he quite knows the way of dealing with it.

BASIL invited you to come over his house to have a sleepover. And you accepted it, but lately you have been dreaming of… something. Its bit a pleasant dream when its literally about your boyfriend framing the death of MARI.

you feel guilty, really guilty for even thinking about BASIL that way. You’re sure that he’s not like that, BASIL is a really sweet person and that made you even feel even more guilty for dreaminh about it.

you are sitting on a bench, looking at your friends from afar who was playing with eachother just a few hours before SUNNY’s and MARI’s recital. You looked everywhere, trying to find BASIL but he’s nowhere to be found. Feeling like he was checking on the siblings, you decided to go over their house. Maybe you could even hear them play together before the recital.

once you’ve arrived at SUNNY’s and MARI’s house, the house was oddly quiet. Not a sound could be heard from the house, which was unusual because the siblings should have been practicing their recital by now. You were looking at every corner of the house and found no one, the only place you haven’t check was the treehouse. So you decided to got there, not knowing that there would be some… terrifying scene will enroll.

you were skipping your steps heading towards the treehouse, only to hear someone talking to somebody. You recognize those voice and soon enough you realize whose voice that belongs. You happily run towards their place but once you opened your eyes-

you were breathing heavily. That same nightmare has been repeating itself over and over for the past few days. You’re tired, but also guilty for it. You starts to cry and sobs violently, once you feel like someone was touching your shoulder you flinched from the sudden touch. Realizing that it was only BASIL.

“hey… i-i don’t know what you were dreaming but it’s okay. It was just a dream and nothing is real. Im right here… okay?”

a/n: im sorry that this was more of a character comforting reader… i tried my best. I don’t really know what you mean by it so.. i tried my absolute best. Sorry if its not meeting your expectations…

[hyperfixationstati0n]

Hiii I saw your post about ideas and I’ve got one. What about a spencer hurt/comfort with him supporting female or gn reader who is going through a rough time with anxiety and existence. Just an idea 🫶🏻

an: yes i love this!! i think it’s more just comfort but i tried lmaooo (also thank you this is my first request so i’m very excited ilysm)

Pairing: Spencer x gn!reader

Content warnings: Anxiety/panic attack, this is also kind of unedited so please forgive spelling or grammar errors

word count: 718

You were driving home from work to yours and Spencer’s shared apartment. Surprisingly, both you and Spencer would be able to spend some time together, a rare thing for a Wednesday evening. You had never had a partner with such a serious job as being a profiler, and especially not one that took him away from you most nights. Leaving work, you were excited to see him, but now your breathing was labored and your hands were shaking ever so slightly on the wheel.

You didn’t know where this fit of anxiety had came from, but that was usually the case. It was most likely a mix of having a stressful day at work, and having not seen the man you loved for almost five days. You try to soothe yourself as you pull your car to a stop in front of your apartment building. You didn’t want Spencer to worry-he had just gotten home from a case, and you were both so excited to spend time together. You almost felt as though you didn’t want to ruin it-you didn’t know when you’d have a night like this again.

You continue taking deep breaths and attempting to steady your shaking hands, but it was no use. You slowly opened the door, where you saw Spencer immediately jumping up from the couch to meet you. Obviously you were glad to see him, but in the moment you were so overwhelmed you couldn’t match his energy.

He walked over to you as you silently put your bag and keys down, and slipped off your shoes, tucking them away. This confused Spencer, usually when you were reunited after days of being away, you were all over him. His thoughts immediately went to the worst.

“Hey, sweetheart, are you alright?” He says in the same comforting tone you often found solitude in.

But you just looked at him, the anxiety you were trying to hide now clearly displayed on your face. His expression was one of concern, which only made you feel worse. He reaches a hand out for you, and before you can even protest or say anything, he pulls you into a hug. You hesitantly wrap your arms around him too, letting your guard down and finally releasing the panicked emotions you had been holding in since you left work.

He held you for a long time, rubbing slow circles on your back and kissing the top of your head. Every once in awhile he would whisper something along the lines of “Shhh, it’s ok, i’m right here.”

Your head was pressed against his chest, and you tried to use the rhythm of his breathing to call your own. When you’re calmed down enough to form words again you look up at him.

“Hi.” You whisper with a weak smile.

“Hi.” He whispers back, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Are you alright, love?”

You nod slowly. “Yeah, i’m sorry. I just…my anxiety built up too much.”

“You have nothing to be sorry for.” He brushed a piece of hair out of your eyes as he says this. “How about we go watch a movie together, I have this really interesting old Russian film pulled up. I can translate it for you as we watch if you’d like?”

You laugh softly. Even though it didn’t sound like the most interesting thing in the world, just being curled up next to him was everything you wanted in that moment.

“I’d love that a lot. i’ll get changed and be right out.” You say, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

Moments later, you’re cuddled up close to each other, your legs thrown over Spencer’s lap. As you watched this film, which actually turned out to be quite interesting for you, Spencer would whisper the english translation in your ear. You laid your head on his shoulder, feeling your worries and anxiety of the day melt away now that you were in the arms of the person you loved.

“I’m really glad that you’re home.” You whisper. His head turns to you, his thoughts broken out of the movie and translating for you. He smiles and kisses your forehead again-one of his many habits you loved.

“Me too.” He whispers back, before holding you even closer and diving back into the movie.

[maitaitiu]

home, together

wordcount: 1617 botw zelink, post calamity. pre totk for @jimmyjims as part of @zelinkcommunity 's loftwing letters! thank you so much for letting me join! this was a lot of fun :) happy valentines day everyone :D i hope you like this jimmyjims, i do love writing botw hurt/comfort ^_^ read on ao3

synopsis:

It had been a nice day, until a storm rolled in. Zelda and Link are both struggling with memories of a storm from long ago, and reminders of all that they’ve lost. Friends, family, and their own childhoods. They find comfort in each other, and a multi-coloured plush toy.

Truth be told, while Zelda hadn’t been especially conscious during the last hundred years, she’d been at least lucid enough to miss things. Rain, for example.

And she had enjoyed it earlier today- two weeks after finally being freed from the Calamity- when a small shower had passed over Hateno Village. She’d spun around and splashed through puddles, carefree in a way she couldn’t remember ever being. But the rain had continued on, and only gotten heavier, and eventually she’d had to retreat back into Link’s home, lest she catch a chill.

It had been a few hours since then, and the storm had only progressed further. And now, Zelda was hunched over the desk upstairs, with a plush toy in her lap, trying too hard to focus on writing her daily journal entry (a habit she was trying to keep as a way of keeping her still-frazzled brain in check), and therefore was unable to focus on it at all.

Gnawing on the inside of her cheek did little to stop her from flinching every time a clap of thunder rolled through the air, but she did it anyway, needing anything to distract her, even the tiniest bit, from the anxiety that the thunder drummed into her heart.

Even worse, she was cold, too.

She’d grab a quilt off the bed and wrap it around herself- or better yet, just climb into the bed and curl up under the covers, until the storm was over- but Link was currently splayed out underneath the blankets, apparently sound asleep.

It was his bed, but he’d been pretty insistent that Zelda use it since he first invited her to stay with him. And though she’d tried to argue with him- it was his house; his bed! He should use it! – he continued to persist until she eventually gave in to the heavy tiredness she’d felt that first night. And somehow every night since then, Link had managed to convince her to keep sleeping there.

Not today, though. Today, Zelda had really put her foot down about him using his own bed. While she’d been frolicking about and enjoying the rainshower in the morning, Link had been off clearing out monsters in the nearby woodland. He’d sustained a gash on his upper arm, which was such an unusual occurrence that it was evidence enough for Zelda to convince him that he needed to rest properly for once, instead of just settling on the floor with a rolled-up pile of clothes for a pillow.

As glad as she was that he was resting now, it did little to calm her nerves about the storm, and how she longed to curl up in the bed next to Link. Wait, no. Just in the bed. That belonged to Link. Not… Next to him.

The strange thought caused warmth to bloom across her face and she stared even more intently at the mostly blank journal page in a futile attempt to clear her mind.

Instead, her thoughts drifted over to the thing on her lap- a custom made sand-seal plush. Made in every colour imaginable, bought by Link specifically for Zelda. He said he asked for every colour since he couldn’t remember her favourite, and also because rainbow was more fun. And when she’d pried further into why he’d got it at all, he’d eventually quietly admitted that he just wanted her to have something of her own to come home to.

She hadn’t really known what to say to that. So touched that she was stunned into silence.

She didn’t remember ever having any plush toys as a child. And now she had one that had been made especially for her. Not because she was the Princess, not made by the Finest Artisan Craftsman In All The Land or whatever, but made by a kind merchant because Link had wanted her- her. Zelda- to have something nice.

At home, the plush rarely left her side.

Zelda squeezed it to her stomach as a particularly loud clap of thunder seemed to shake the house. She closed her eyes tightly and decided that perhaps the strange thoughts about Link were far preferable to the visions and memories that the thunderstorm burned into her mind.

She felt silly for being so upset. It was just thunder!

She shouldn’t be almost crying over a bit of a storm!

But the way it rumbled, the flashes of light that lit up the world for a split-second, and how the earth almost seemed to shake. It was just… just… like…

Zelda hugged the plush tighter, and curled in on herself, huddled over the desk. She ran her fingers over the mismatched fabrics, the stitching, the wooden eyes, feeling the way the sturdy canvas fabric was still soft to the touch. Tried to focus on the fact that it was hers and it had been made at the request of Link, who was alive, who was well, and both of them were okay and safe.

Anxieties still not quelled, Zelda summoned all her courage to open her eyes and glance behind her. The window was there, but so was the bed.

She flinched as a bolt of lightning flashed somewhere in the far distance, but soon was more concerned with the fact that Link was definitely not asleep.

Unsure of how exactly she could tell, but certain anyway, Zelda sat up straighter and turned in her chair, to view him properly.

There was just something. Strange.

The rise and fall of the quilts covering him was just a little bit too quick for him to be asleep.

“Link?” she spoke in a soft voice, trying to hide that she was shaking.

A face appeared out of the blankets. Pale in the grey evening light. His eyes were glassy.

He ducked down, avoiding Zelda’s gaze, his eyes squinted shut as the thunder rumbled on by.

Zelda’s grip on the plush tightened momentarily, too. But she stood; crossed the room, and after a second of hesitation, perched on the edge of the bed.

She sank into the mattress, being always so pleasantly surprised about how comfortable it was; even the simplest luxuries were delightful after a hundred years of hell, and the smallness of the bed meant her shoulder was pressed against Link’s. She didn’t really mind, being far more concerned with him being upset.

Because of the thunder.

Like her.

Plush in hand, Zelda stayed silent as she tried to think of what she wanted to say, if anything at all. She turned the thing over and over in her hands as she did, and tried to ignore the warmth in her face when Link laid his head on her shoulder. Though, the contact with him- alive, breathing, and well- did help her feel just a little bit better.

“You can talk to me,” she eventually said, voice quiet, “If you want.”

She turned to look at him, and he looked up at her, still leaning on her shoulder, and then he looked out across the room.

Zelda followed his gaze to the portrait of the two of them alongside all the Champions.

While Link had been notably chattier and more expressive since the fall of the Calamity, Zelda had noticed he also tended to become much more guarded when he was worried over something. Still, though, she had plenty of experience in reading his subtler expressions, and she was fairly certain she knew what was troubling him so much.

“I miss them, too,” she murmured, and put the plush into Link’s lap instead, “It’s still so horrible to think about. But… I’m glad I still have you, Link.”

Still staring at the picture on the wall, Zelda missed the soft blush that faded into Link’s cheeks, as he mumbled his own shy agreement.

After a moment of simply holding the plush in his hands, Zelda watched as Link set it back on her lap, and, without much hesitation he then wrapped his arms around her torso in a tight, but gentle, hug.

Initially, she tensed up. She was hardly used to being held. But the warmth of the embrace was just so nice, and calming, and overwhelmed with the fear of the thunder and what it meant, and overwhelmed with just how dearly she cared for Link and how she felt he thought the same way about her, Zelda found her breath hitching and tears pooling in her eyes.

She threw her arms around Link, too, who seemed surprised by the amount of force behind the returned hug, but he didn’t falter.

Was this what it felt like to be loved despite all your mistakes? Was this what it felt like to be safe despite the harshness of the world?

If so, Zelda finally understood why people were so obsessed with love.

She had loved Link before now; had felt loved by him, too. But that had been the same way she dearly loved her friends; the Champions, Impa, Purah, and all the others who had touched her life. But this felt different somehow. Warm in a new way, in a way that bloomed the sensation of a campfire under a cloudless, starlit sky, through her whole body.

Outside, the rain lashed down upon the ground, the wind howled, and thunder shook the earth. It was frightening, it was loud, and it brought up memories of the worst thing either of them had ever lived through. But, they had lived.

They had lived. And they were here. Together.

And tangled up in quilts and pillows, wrapped safely in Link’s embrace, while she held him just as tenderly, with a plush sand seal squashed between them, Zelda finally felt at home.

[blondeboyfriend]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐘 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 (𝟏𝟖+)

𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐍𝐈

[ PAIRING ] Zeke Yeager x reader [ AUTHOR'S NOTE ] Yes, the title is ripped from a Mitski song. She said the song "...is about hurt people finding each other, and using sex to make sense of their pain." And I was like oh fuck yeah, let me bastardize this for my fic. Needless to say this is very self-indulgent. Not beta'd. (repost) [ SYNOPSIS ] You and Zeke are stressed beyond belief and seek relief. idk it's pwp, okay! [ WORD COUNT ] 2.9k [ CONTENT ] Modern AU, sub!reader, body specific!reader (y/n is marginally shorter than Zeke but still tall-coded, and is implied to be on the thinner side), mean!Zeke (and soft!Zeke), POV shifts, idealized D/s relationship, brat taming, sadomasochism, impact play (slapping), degradation (use of slut), humiliation, spit play, oral sex (m and f receiving), deep throating, facefucking, throatfucking, hair pulling, nipple play, dumbification (you just get fucked dumb, not teased for it), aftercare.

Life had been getting the best of you.

Stress pervaded it, cursing you with sweaty palms and little bouts of aggression. Work sucked ass. Sleep was more elusive than ever. And your blonde boyfriend, Zeke, seemed tinged with distance. Despite all this you managed to keep yourself relatively together. You only dropped the facade at home, the one place you were free to be as huffy as needed. Usually it was a cure all, but over time the perceived charm of your snide comments and clinginess wore thin. Your rituals bored you, made you feel worse. Your brattiness became oppressive and sucked the air out of the room. Its playfulness replaced with genuine derision. What should have been a mundane night on the couch watching television ended up wrought with tension.

“Is there any particular reason why you’re acting like this?” Zeke asked as you twirled a lock of his hair between your fingers.

Playing coy crossed your mind, but you decided to articulate your anxieties.

You sighed and briefly gathered your thoughts. “I’m mentally exhausted. Everyone at work is so annoying, but I know that’s only because I’m perpetually irritated regardless of the situation. They could be telling me I did an incredible job and I’ll feel myself wanting to lose my shit. And,” you hesitated. “I feel a little, uh, neglected.”

He frowned.

“Well that’s no good.”

You pulled on the flaxen tendril between your fingers.

“No shit,” you seethed.

He glanced over at you, little daggers dancing from his grey gaze.

“You do realize that’s no way to get what you want.”

“Then why does it work like 90% of the time?”

“I’d argue it’s 80%.”

You crawled into his lap and straddled him, planting your knees next to his hips. He cocked an eyebrow and looked over your shoulder at the television. You placed your hand under his chin and gripped it, forcing him to look directly at you.

“I know you’re just as stressed as me.”

“Your point being?” He questioned in a sing-song voice.

You clenched your jaw.

“Don’t you wanna let go? It’s been so long since we indulged.”

Zeke’s eyes softened and a tiny grin crossed his face. You had a point. He couldn’t remember the last time he “put you in your place.” Lately it seemed as if he forged a suit of patience, or rather what you would deride as indifference. He had recently taken on a managerial role at work, wrangling a gaggle of employees. And while Zeke had a knack for exercising power over people, it wasn’t something he was fond of. It was enervating if anything.

“Is that a yes?” You asked.

His hand found itself on the back of your head, softly patting it.

“What kind of man would I be if I denied a pretty, little thing like you?”

“The worst kin—”

His grip tightened around your hair, taking you by surprise.

“Get on the floor, slut, before I make you.”

“What if I want you to make me?”

He glanced over your shoulder making sure there wasn’t anything behind you. He used his foot to move the coffee table out of the way before shoving you off of him. Your body collided against the carpeted floor with a muted thump. He got up off the couch and looked down at your crumpled form.

“Get up,” he ordered, kicking one of your long legs.

You narrowed your eyes.

“No,” you sneered.

You looked up at him. There was nothing you loved more than his body towering over yours. It was such a rarity considering he wasn’t that much taller than you.

“Are you really going to make me repeat myself?”

“You fuckin’ know it.”

Zeke grabbed you by the hair and started dragging you towards the bedroom. The carpet met your back as your shirt ran up. It scraped along your spine, the friction marring your skin. The pain left you kicking your legs which helped him drag you down the hall. This game was always a team effort. As he made his pilgrimage to your bedroom every slight tug felt like needles penetrating your tender scalp. You winced as your skin waxed and waned in a flurry of ardor and agony. The stress was already melting away.

“Is this what you wanted?” He asked, letting go of your hair.

You sat slumped over by the door in a dollish heap. His fist left your hair a tattered mess. Thankfully combing it out was a task Zeke was more than happy to take on. Once you both had your fill of sadistic debauchery, he became fixated on putting you back together.

“I guess,” you murmured.

“You guess?”

You raised your voice. “I know you can do better… Or are you not man enough?”

“If you’re trying to piss me off, you’re failing miserably.”

Zeke squatted down in front of you and spit in your face, right between the eyes. His saliva was warm and tobacco-tained. You went to wipe it away as it dripped down the bridge of your nose.

“Leave it,” he said as he stood up.

“Hmph.” You pouted and let your hand fall to your side.

“Get up,” he demanded.

“That’snot very convincing.”

Zeke picked you up with hesitation, tossing you over his shoulder. You squirmed around, refusing to go down without a fight. It did little to deter him. His iron will was truly something to behold. Once you were in the bedroom he set you down upright. He stared at you like you were nothing more than a lamb being taken to the slaughter.

“A slut like you doesn’t need clothes. Take them off.”

“No,” you said defiantly. “Not gonna happen.”

His rough hand grazed your skin as he grabbed ahold of your face. His palm rested under your chin while his callused fingers squished your cheeks.

“Do you think this behavior is charming? Clever?”

You nodded smugly.

“It’s idiotic and banal. If you keep it up, I’m going to replace you.”

Usually Zeke winced after saying something so cruel, but this time he refrained. He had grown into his role, becoming more comfortable with it. But he was still plagued with a sense of guilt when he uttered those words. You were irreplaceable and he was certain you knew that.

“C’mon. Don’t you want to make me happy?”

You attempted to annoy him with a garbled, “Pathetic.”

Zeke gave you a swift slap across the face. A stinging sensation radiated throughout your cheek like a shockwave. He never raised his voice nor showed any anger when bringing you to heel. You were instead blessed with cruel and casual indifference.

You pulled down your unbearably short sleep shorts and underwear, stepping out of them. Next was your shirt. You pulled it off and tossed it to the side. You stood in front of Zeke, completely at his will.

He swallowed hard at the sight of your supple form. His eyes lingered on your legs, easily his favorite part of your body. He liked having them over his shoulders while he filled your cunt with his cum.

“Kneel. Now.”

You did as you were told. Your snarkiness had transformed into desperate compliance. You wanted nothing more than to feel the weight of his hand and earn his praise. You wanted every inch of your skin to sing, to be speckled with purple splotches and bite marks.

“Open your mouth.”

“Make me,” you mumbled. It was the death rattle of your brattiness.

Zeke was more than happy to do so. He unzipped his jeans and pulled his thick cock out. The tip was pink and pearly with precum. He pushed it past your lips with ease. Resisting him had lost all fun; you made room for his cock to fill your mouth. Though instead of sliding it in gently, he was forceful. You nearly choked as his tip grazed the back of your throat. His rough hand met the back of your head and held you there. Drool pooled and trickled out from the corners of your mouth. You looked up at him and were met with his indifferent, grey gaze. He gripped your hair and began to thrust in and out of your mouth. You breathed through your nose, trying to avoid asphyxiating on his length.

“Look who’s pathetic now,” he said, slapping you once more.

You did look rather pathetic kneeling nude in front of a fully clothed man. But there was something freeing in the vulnerability you presented to Zeke.

“You like being used, don’t you?”

It was a rhetorical question. Zeke knew you were in no position to garble out an answer. Still you wished you could tell him that you did like being used. Nothing made you throb more than him reducing you to a mere fucktoy. Though words could likely never articulate how grandiose your desire was.

“Disgusting brat,” he growled as you used his thighs to brace yourself. “You’re lucky I let you touch me.”

Hearing those words made your cunt swell with ardor. You squeezed your thighs together, hoping the friction would soothe your aching clit. Fluids flowed from your folds and slipped between your ass cheeks. His soft pubes tickled your nose as he held your face flush to his crotch.

Zeke loved defiling your mouth, how you struggled to keep his cock inside. Your resolve drove him wild. He used his rough palm to push you off of him. He grabbed you by the face and forced you to peer up at him.

“Beg for it,” he said before smacking your cheek.

“Please,” you whined while wincing.

“Please what?”

“Can I please suck your cock?”

“Why should I let you? Convince me. Now.”

“Because you can do whatever you want to me.”

He laughed. “I shouldn’t be surprised that a slut like you would have no self respect. Open your mouth.”

You parted your lips, letting Zeke’s cock fill your mouth. A sick grin of satisfaction crept across his face. He rolled his hips against your face letting the shaft hit the back of your throat. You breathed deeply through your nose and ran your pillowy tongue along the underside of his cock. He let out a hearty groan and placed his hand on the base of your skull. He thrusted, moaning your name as precum dripped down your throat.

Your chest was slowly coated with drool. It left your breasts shimmering under the dimmed pendant light hanging from the ceiling. Your nipples were tumescent and you longed for them to be in between Zeke’s teeth. You looked up at him wide-eyed like some sort of faux ingénue.

He swallowed hard. It was a privilege to have you kneeling in front of him. He kept fucking your mouth raw and gave your hair a hard tug.

“You know I can’t come if you don’t cry a little,” he goaded through gritted teeth.

He pulled on your hair again and forced you to hold the full length of his cock in your mouth. Little tears started to well up in your eyes and trickle down from the corners. He liked it best when you looked like a sobbing statue of the Virgin Mary, brows knitted in blissful torment.

“Your mouth feels so good,” he groaned while clenching his jaw. “Fuck.”

Zeke tossed his head back and grasped your face by the cheeks and thrust wildly. All you could hear was him moaning as he fucked his cum down your throat. Some managed to work its way out of your mouth. Once he finished, he palmed your forehead, pushing you off of his cock. You sat before him with your lips and chin glossy with cum, your breasts coated in spit, and your thighs sticky with your own fluids.

“Do you have any more tiresome retorts?”

You didn’t bother answering.

He continued with his dressing-down. “You’re too easy to break. I always think you’ll put up more of a fight because of that mouth of yours. But every time you're reduced to a piteous slut with next to no effort.”

He lifted your chin.

“Though,” he cooed. ”You were very obedient once I beat you into submission.”

You went to speak, but all you could do was whimper. That little incomprehensible noise was enough for Zeke to get on his knees and tug off his cardigan. He draped it over your shoulders. You smiled weakly and slipped your arms through the sleeves.

“Can I be sweet to you now? I’m running out of fucked up things to say,” he said, pressing his forehead against yours.

You snorted. “Yeah. What do you got in mind?”

He stood and helped you up, letting you lie on the bed. He crawled on top of you and kissed your forehead. It was a welcome change from the sting of his slap. Pain was a lovely thing, but exhausting all the same. He slipped his hand between your thighs, running his fingers along your slick folds.

“I want to bury my face in your pussy,” he replied before licking his fingers clean.

“Please do that,” you sighed as he nibbled on your collarbone.

He left a trail of kisses down your neck and chest, stopping only to swirl his warm tongue around your nipple. Quiet, drawn out moans emanated from you as he began to suck on your swollen bud. His soft lips felt like heaven as he hungrily lapped your breast. In between the sounds of him suckling, he let out a stream of subdued whines.

“Want you so bad,” he said as he made his way down to your dripping cunt.

Your toes curled in anticipation as Zeke bent your knees. He parted your thighs and nestled his face between them. Your breath hitched as his beard tickled your skin. He tongued your weeping hole while his nose nuzzled your clit. You rocked your hips back and forth, grinding up against his face.

You opened your mouth to speak, but could only let out a startled hiccup. Zeke surprised you by reaching up and grabbing you by the hips. He dug his fingers into your tender skin, a little reminder that he still lorded over you.

“Fuck,” he grunted, his breath hot against your cunt. He glanced up at you over his glasses. “You taste so good.”

Shyness pervaded your body. Your cheeks felt like they were on fire. You shut your eyes tight to avoid the brunt of his gaze.

Zeke couldn’t have been less pleased. He dug his nails into your hips.

“Look at me, slut,” he hissed.

You obeyed. There was no avoiding eye contact. He wouldn’t allow for it, not while he ate you alive. He ran his tongue along your folds, savoring the sapid slick that covered them. He wanted to consume you, for you to be his and only his. No one else deserved to taste your piquant nectar.

“Sh—shit,” you murmured, writhing against the mattress.

“Are you gonna come all over my tongue?” He teased.

He sucked on your clit, the hairs of his beard tickling the delicate flesh around it. Your whole body tensed up.

“Yes,” you whimpered.

You went to place your hand on the back of his head but hesitated at the last second.

“Go ahead,” he said.

You rested your hand at the base of his skull and held him close. He grunted as his face was buried further into your cunt. The room was filled with the sounds of your anguished moans and his lecherous slurps. A few labored “fuck”s fell from your lips as you arched your back. You felt like you were ascending.

“C—can I come n—now?” You begged, trying to stave off your orgasm.

Zeke gave your clit a slow lick with his soft tongue.

“I guess,” he said, echoing your earlier tone.

“Fuck you,” you coughed out as ecstasy enveloped you.

Zeke’s teeth grazed your clit; an act that would normally elicit a yelp provoked no alarm. You were awash in rapture. Your grip on his head tightened as you rode out your orgasm. You were dizzy with pleasure and rendered nothing more than a brainless dolly. All you could comprehend was the heat coursing through your body and wetness flowing from your cunt.

“D’you feel a little better now?” Zeke asked.

You looked down, and noticed his glasses were fogged up. His beard glistened with your fluids. You ruffled his hair gently and gave him a little nod. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and got up off the bed.

“Bath?” He asked cheerfully.

You nodded again. The act of speaking would return to you at a later time. Zeke scooped you up off the bed and carried you into the bathroom. He set you down on the bathroom sink while he ran a bath. Once the warm water was flowing he took a seat on the toilet and gestured for you to crawl into his lap. You curled up in his arms, resting your head in the crook of his neck. His heavy, rough hand slipped under the cardigan you wore and stroked your back. The soothing sound of running water and the heat radiating from Zeke’s body made you feel like you were drifting through a blissful dream.

It seemed you had gotten the best out of life.