#do I just say goodbye to this jacket and accept that it will never go back to its original condition

[girlypopmoomin]

Guys I’m scared :))))

[rafey-baby]

older!rafe can’t always be mean to his delicate flower, can he?

c/w: fluff with a little bit of angst in the beginning, rafe feeding sensitive!reader pasta, slight subspace, smut: oral (f receiving), overstimulation, use of daddy & dad, 18+ mdni!

wc: 2k

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Sock-covered feet pad along the hardwood floors when she finally hears the lock of the front door turning. Rafe’s home later than usual— a fact she’s entirely too aware of since she’s been impatiently waiting for him to return ever since he left her this morning without so much as a goodbye.  

Usually, she’d stir awake to him smearing kisses all over her face and mumbling sweetened words about how much he’s going to miss her during his meetings— sometimes even wake her up with his cock prodding at her entrance before fucking her all sleepy and sloppy until she’s a sobbing mess.   

However, she assumes he was still mad at her because she forgot to let him know she was going out for drinks after her lecture before her battery had died. Therefore, she hadn’t received his several calls or the texts filled with concern and only a few hours later, did she remember that she’d never actually sent the message regarding her whereabouts.  

When he came to pick her up after she’d borrowed her friend’s phone in order to reach him, he was clearly displeased; merely muttering out a “ask you to do one thing and you can’t even do that. You know how fuckin’ worried I was?” and crudely telling her to go sleep in the guest room because “daddy doesn’t feel like dealing with your shit tonight”, which had resulted in wet droplets surfacing to her waterline while she kept apologizing over and over again, but to no avail.   

In the morning, she’d woken up to a tear-stained pillowcase and a headache. And when she tiptoed over to the bathroom, she realized that the entire house was desolate; he hadn’t even left a note.   

Therefore, she’s not exactly sure how to approach him, hesitant in her movements before she sees him in front of her in all his glory.   

“Hi,” her voice is quiet, but her forlorn face lights up nonetheless. 

Rafe is in the process of mindlessly kicking off his shoes when he looks up; a tired smile tugging at his lips when she practically tumbles into his arms in a greeting.  

“Missed you,” she mumbles against his crisp button up when he rests his big hands on her hips in an attempt to steady her.   

“Missed you too,” he murmurs into her hair. “Got you somethin’,” he reluctantly pulls away in order to present her with a bouquet of pink lilies; her favorites.  

“What’s this for?” her moony eyes stare up at him in bewilderment.  

“Drove past a flower shop…guess they made me think of you,” he admits, pressing a soft kiss to her cheek; confusing her to no end.  

“But I thought—” she utters out, hesitant to take the flowers she feels unworthy of.   

“That I was mad at you?”   

She nods, looking up at him with guilt swimming in her eyes.  

He lets out a sigh.  

“Listen, I was, uh, maybe a little too harsh on you last night, okay? I know how forgetful you can be. Was just worried when you weren’t home and didn’t answer your phone until hours later. Thought somethin’ happened, you know?” he explains with a calmness that placates her racing mind as she accepts his gift.   

“I know, m’sorry. Won’t happen again, promise. Texted you today the second I was home, right?”   

“You did,” he confirms as he peels off his suit jacket before sniffing the air. “Smells good, what’re you making?”   

“Oh, I made you dinner,” she says bashfully, almost as if waiting for his approval.  

“You did? All by yourself?” his brows climb his forehead in surprise.   

She nods, a soft smile on her lips before he’s ushering her towards the kitchen and plucking a glass vase from the top shelf for her. 

Usually, he’s the one cooking for them since she’s not greatest in the kitchen, always so tired after studying the whole day, she’d probably forget the stove on and cause some sort of a fire due to her absentminded nature. Therefore, he prefers to prepare his girl a nurturing meal whenever he doesn’t have to work late.   

“How was uni today?” he asks as she sets the now flower-filled vase on their dining table.  

“A lot. Was kinda stressed the whole day cause I have so much homework and reading to do, don’t know how I’m supposed to have time for all of it. And then have this group project and the deadline for this essay approaching and���I don’t think my brain works anymore,” she sighs out when she peers down at the steaming bowl of spaghetti Bolognese he places on the counter.   

“Good thing you don’t need to worry that head of yours over anythin’ with me. Let dad do the thinking for you, yeah?” Rafe’s voice is as smooth as honey, causing her to blink up at him— something cottony dusting over her mind in response to his sugary cadence.   

Strong arms lift her up and place her on the marble countertop before he settles right between her thighs, like a puzzle piece she’s been missing the entire day; tall frame hovering over her even as she’s practically perched on a pedestal.   

Then, he’s picking up the plate in the most casual manner and contently shoving a forkful of pasta into his mouth before groaning in satisfaction.   

“Shit, this is amazin’,” he praises around the mouthful.   

She mumbles out a flustered thank you, her thoughts all over the place since she thought he’d still be mad, but then suddenly he’s not. In fact, he’s seemingly in a great mood.   

“Did you eat yet?”  

“No, was, um…waiting for you. Didn’t wanna eat alone,” her volume is nearly inaudible. 

He stops chewing.   

“Waitin’ for me, huh?” he rasps out before he’s lifting the fork closer to her mouth.   

She looks up at him, puzzled.   

“Open,” he orders and she has no choice but to obey— let him feed her because truthfully, whenever she’s around him she gets a little dumb; can’t really focus on anything except his low drawl and gemstone eyes.   

“Good, right?”  

She hums her agreement around the bite, barely registering that some of the tomato sauce stains her chin in the process.   

“Always so messy, huh?” he tuts disapprovingly, even if he’s the one holding the fork.   

However, before her mushy brain has the time to even comprehend what he’s doing, he’s laving the flat of his tongue under her mouth; cleaning it up for her.   

“There we go,” he murmurs as he rubs a thumb over the spot for good measure.   

She swallows.   

“Want some water?” he asks and she nods, all of a sudden unable to utter out words.  

Then, he’s tipping a glass of ice-cold water to her lips, carefully watching her gulp down the liquid before he decides she’s had enough— withdrawing the cup in order to drink some of it himself.    

He continues feeding her every other bite and making casual conversation, all the while she feels herself softly slipping into a very specific headspace. And before she realizes, he’s placing the empty dish in the sink with a slight clatter; their bellies full and happy.    

She doesn’t think she wants to eat by herself ever again.  

Then, her foggy mind registers him in front of her again as he pulls her closer— warm palms slipping under her top and his thumbs idly smoothing over her tummy while she quietly stares at him with hearts for eyes.  

“You put this tiny thing on just for me, hm?” he questions as his eyes drop down to her cleavage; the pale pink lace doing a very poor job of concealing what’s underneath since she’s forgone a bra (and pants), as she usually does whenever she’s merely loitering around their home.  

“Look so pretty in this,” his dreamy voice rumbles as he swipes a thumb over a covered nipple, causing her to let out a faint gasp at the sudden contact.  

“Ray…” she hums out while he keeps rubbing over the squishy part of her body he knows gets her buzzing.  

“Hm? You feelin’ floaty already?” he asks with a gentle cadence. And she’s not sure how he always seems to know just the right words to say in order to turn her into clay.   

“Yeah, missed you so much,” her hazy eyes flicker over his face while he simply gazes at her, before he’s smearing his mouth on hers.   

There’s something hungry, primal in the way he groans against her lips— causing a whimper to escape her throat in response.  

Then, all of a sudden, he’s lifting her over his shoulder as if she weighs nothing more than a single paperclip; making her squeak out a sound of surprise when he jokingly smacks her ass while walking out of the room before throwing her on the bed.   

“Let daddy say hi to his favorite girl, yeah?” he coaxes her before he’s prying her thighs apart and nuzzling his face into her cunt through the material of her panties; nose bumping against her clit, making her shift closer to him.  

“Missed my pussy so much, you know? Wanted to fuck you nice ’n slow last night but you never came home.”   

“M’sorry, daddy,” she can’t help but whimper out when his warm tongue licks over the already dampening fabric of her underwear.   

“Yeah? You gon’ make it up to me? Let me eat you ’till I forgive you?”  

“Yeah, yeah. Whatever you want,” she blabbers, a whine leaving her vocal cords when he plucks the soaked through material to the side and blowson her sensitive cunt.   

“Shit, you’re so wet already,” he says in awe, letting spit drip down his tongue and onto her folds anyway. Then, he’s wrapping his lips around her clit, making her cry out because she can already feel her orgasm lingering underneath the surface.  

“Need to come, can I? Please m’gonna— ” she says, almost in a trance; already so wound up. And the way he’s practically torturing her achy button with his mouth isn’t really helping.  

After he’s hummed his agreement, she’s not able to hold it in any longer— his tongue poking at her opening when the knot in her belly unfolds. She’s shaking, thighs yearning to close, if not for his strong arms holding them open as he groans around her, seemingly lost in a daze with her taste and smell practically suffocating him.  

Since he knows how insatiable she tends to be, he refuses to pull away from between her thighs. And two more orgasms later, she’s a whimpering muddle; desperately trying to drag her hips away from his unrelenting hold. However, he’s entirely too strong and she doesn’t stand a chance. 

“Ray, s’too much, need a break—” she complains, eyes beginning to turn watery in response to the overwhelming pressure.  

However, despite her protests, he doesn’t stop. Instead, he begins to mess with her entirely too sensitive clit with his fingers now— pressing and pulling and making her whine as tears trickle down her cheeks and she tries to fruitlessly wiggle away from him once more.    

“Nah, you’re good, dad wants you to give him a few more, think you can do that?” he mumbles against her sticky folds, stuffing the tip of his tongue into her weepy hole as an effort to persuade her.  

“I don’t know if I can—”  

“Shh, jus’ wanna make you feel nice, you don’t want me to?” he feigns hurt when he lifts up his head, beginning to mouth over the soft skin of her inner thighs to pacify her; his slight stubble tickling her in the process and making her twitch.  

“No, I do, I do…”   

“Then quit whinin’ and let me take care of you, hm? Show you how much I love you,” he coaxes her to give in. And when he puts it like that, she thinks it does sound rather romantic. 

[jxwl4k]

Hii I think your writings are rlly nice!! Can I get a lil writing where Bakugo always kinda liked reader as more than friends during UA but fell in love even more as he meets her again from the timeskip cuz she’s only gotten more beautiful and all? So during the class reunion they catch up w/ each other and after, he offers to drive her home and ends up confessing there which she accepts

Thought it’d be a cute idea haha thank uu :)

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☘︎ . . . genre. soft romance, friends to lovers, reunion

☘︎ . . . pairings. Bakugou x fem!reader

☘︎ . . . requested? yes by anon

⤿bakugou reunites with yn whose a close friend he secretly likes back in high school.

The last time Bakugou saw you, you were waving goodbye in the golden light of your graduation day laughing with Mina, your hair caught in the wind, your smile bright despite the ache of everyone going their separate ways.

He’d never said anything back then. Not when he thought you looked the prettiest during sparring training with dirt smudged on your cheek. Not when he’d find excuses to walk with you after class, calling it coincidence. Not even when you’d fallen asleep on his shoulder during a late-night strategy session, his heart pounding like he was in battle.

Because back then, he thought… maybe you didn’t see him that way.

The reunion was held in the same training facility UA had gifted the Class of 1-A, now a sleek event space lined with photos from their school years. Bakugou hadn’t wanted to come at first “what’s the damn point?” but Kirishima insisted, and deep down, he was curious.

Then he saw you.

You stepped in wearing a simple outfit, nothing flashy, but it didn’t matter. You looked like you, just… more. More confident. More radiant. Like you’d grown into every ounce of the potential he always knew you had.

“Bakugou?” you called, your eyes lighting up like they used to.

He felt heat crawl up his neck. “Tch. Didn’t think you’d show up.”

You grinned. “Still the same, huh?”

But no he wasn’t. Because when you laughed, it felt different now. It hit deeper.

The reunion buzzed with memories and laughter, but somehow, he kept ending up near you talking, teasing, catching up. You told him about your current agency, about your solo patrols, and the tiny coffee shop you visited every morning. He listened more than he spoke, watching the way your lips curved when you got excited about something.

When the night wrapped up, Bakugou spotted you pulling your jacket tighter as the wind picked up.

“Oi. I’ll drive you home,” he said, almost gruffly.

You blinked, surprised. “Oh? Are you sure?”

He shoved his hands in his pockets. “I’m not offerin’ again.”

You laughed. “Alright, alright. I’ll take the ride.”

The drive was quiet at first, soft music playing in the background, the city lights casting shadows across your face.

“You really changed,” he muttered, keeping his eyes on the road.

“Hm? In a bad way?”

“Nah,” he said, a little too fast. “In a… damn good way.”

You turned to him, surprised. “You think so?”

“Tch. ‘Course I do.” His grip on the wheel tightened. “I always thought you were somethin’ else. Back in UA, I just never” He exhaled sharply. “never said it. Should’ve, maybe.”

Your heart skipped.

He finally stopped the car in front of your apartment building, engine idling.

“…So I’m sayin’ it now,” he said, still not looking at you. “I liked you back then. Probably more than I should’ve. But now?” His jaw clenched. “Now I’m screwed, ‘cause I think I’m falling all over again worse than before.”

The silence hung for a second.

Then you reached over, your hand resting gently over his.

“You’re not screwed,” you whispered, smiling. “Because I was waiting for you to say that.”

He finally looked at you and there it was. That explosive feeling in his chest, the one he only ever got when he was around you.

“…Guess I should’ve said it sooner,” he muttered.

You leaned in closer, your smile soft. “Guess we’ve got time to make up for it.”

And just like that, Bakugou Katsuki let himself fall — this time, with you right there to catch him.

[absurdthirst]

Kinktober 2024: October 30th

Day 30: Weight Gain // Object Insertion // Sex Pollen

Joel Miller x F!Reader

Rating: Explicit

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Post apocalyptic setting, mentions of infection, begging to die, fuck or die, sex pollen, mentions of murder, rough sex, premature ejaculation, unprotected sex

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His hands shake, trembling so hard that he can barely hold onto the door knob. Growling out your name as he tries to twist it and turn it with no luck. His entire body is on fire and the press of his cock against his jeans is so hard he feels like he’s about to burst his zipper. Shouting your name again and then beating on the door desperately. “Open the door!”

Your eyes are wide, rushing to the door to fling it open and he crashes through it. “I- fuck, you have to kill me.” He had only come to tell you goodbye. Promising you that he would never just disappear, even though it was hard to promise with the way the world was. Still, he had wanted to reassure you just once you weren’t going to be left alone again. 

“What?” Your hands tighten on his jacket, holding him steady while he resists the urge to just drag you down to the floor and rip your clothes off. His vision blurs, sweat beading on his forehead despite the fact that it’s cold. His body temperature has skyrocketed in the past two hours since he had been infected. “Joel, what is-” 

“I’m infected.” 

You jerking away from him makes his heart ache. Remembering how he had done the same to Tess so many years ago. Regret pooling in his stomach as he wishes he could change the past. There would be so many things he would have done differently, said to those that mattered. Now nothing matters except protecting you and all of Jackson from himself. “No.” 

Joel nods, “I- I ran into a - a clicker.” Dread settles into your stomach and you flinch when he moves his hand, but he just sinks his fingers into his hair and tugs on it. “I- I need you to do it.” He pants, his eyes pleading and there’s unspoken apologies swimming in their depths. 

“Where?” You demand, shaking your head in denial. Joel frowns and you repeat yourself. “Where?” You want to know where he was bit, if there's a chance you can amputate his limb. If there’s a chance to save him. 

“Seven miles-”

“Where were you bit?” You snap impatiently, swallowing harshly and wanting to pull his clothes off his body and search for the wound yourself. 

“I wasn’t.” His answer makes you freeze, frowning at him. “It- it kissed me.” 

You’ve never heard of a clicker kissing someone. Frowning, you stare into his eyes, searching for the spider webbing of red veins that seems to change the pupils before a person is completely taken over by the cordyceps. “Kissed you?” 

He nods, knowing it sounds insane, but that’s not the point. His cock twitches, leaking into his boxers and he moans softly, closing his eyes and swaying where he stands. “I - you have to do it, baby.” He insists, knowing that providing you closer is the best he can offer you right now. “I- I don’t know what is happening to me.” 

“Strip down.” You tell him, frowning in confusion. He’s not acting like anyone you've ever seen infected. 

“Baby-”

“Strip down.” You order, your tone harder and he stares at you for a minute before he nods. Hands shaking as he peels off his jacket and starts to unbutton his shirt. It might be better this way. Easier for him to take off his clothes than for you to do it after he’s gone. No chance of blood getting on them. They could be boiled and given to someone else. 

He is shaking. You can see it. Joel’s hands haven’t shook in a long time. Not since he’s accepted that Ellie isn’t talking to him. To find peace in what he had done to protect her. You know all about it, having come into his life after the rift had been created and over time, you had become a kind of bridge between the two of them. Ellie would sometimes ask about him, and Joel would give you something to pass to her. Now he can barely unbutton his shirt and you seem him grit his teeth as he hisses out a sound of pure pain. 

Fumbling with his belt and buttons on his jeans when he finally gets his shirt off. Groaning your name, his hand slides down to cup his cock through the material, making your eyes widen in surprise. It’s not like Joel has never touched himself in front of you, but you couldn’t imagine that he’s horny now. 

Except that he is. His cock is hard, springing out of his pants and nearly purple with need. Dribbling precum down the side of his length, and it twitches every few seconds like it is begging for attention. It bounces heavily as Joel kicks off the jeans and he shudders when he sees you staring at his cock. “Fuck baby…..” He groans, hands in fists at his side. “I don’t- I haven’t- I don’t know what the fuck is happening.” 

You don’t know what is going on either, but you don’t think that he’s infected. Not like normal cordyceps. He’s not showing any other signs of the fungus taking over, unless you count the shaking and you don’t think that is what is happening here. 

“Describe it to me.” He whines when you say that. Joel Miller whines. That is a sound you haven’t heard ever, not even when he was impatient to slide inside you. 

“I need-” He pants, eyes slipping closed and he takes a deep breath to steady himself. “I need-” He swallows. “I need you.” He finally manages. “I need to fuck you. To cum inside you. To fuck you until you can’t walk and my back gives out and then I want you to ride me.” 

You listen to his tone, the desperation, his cock twitching every other word that falls from his lips. Four fat drops of cum have fallen from the weeping tip of his cock and hit the floor while he describes what he needs. 

“Why?” You are getting wet just thinking about it, but you don’t know what the fuck to do. Why is he acting this way? 

“I’m on fire.” He hisses. “Burning from the inside. I feel-” He shudders again. “I feel like I’m about to come unglued. Like my cock is going to explode if I don’t sink into your cunt. Bury myself deep and -” He groans, uncurling his fist and sliding it against his thigh, inching closer to his needy cock. “Fuuuuuuck.” 

His eyes open and they are black with desire. None of the cordyceps yellow in his iris, nothing showing but hunger. Fixed on you and he takes a step towards you, almost ready to break before he holds himself back. “Baby, I need you to do something.” He growls. “I can’t- I don’t know how much longer I can last. Put me out of my fuckin’ misery.” 

You have a decision. Something you have to roll the dice on. Do you fuck him or kill him? You can’t choose wrong and you don’t want to kill him. Even if your mind is revolting and screaming that you are in danger, this is Joel. You know that he would kill for you, but he would never kill you. 

So you strip. His eyes have closed again, panting breaths covering the sound of your clothes hitting the floor and when you step forward to touch him, Joel nearly jumps. Eyes springing open and you can see that he thinks you are about to kill him for a split second before he realizes that you are naked. 

His nostrils flare and before you know it, Joel is spinning you around and pressing you against the kitchen table, his mouth fusing with yours before you can even squeak. 

There’s nothing breathed into you. No fungus crawling out of his mouth, no infection. Just the heavy flick of his tongue against yours while his hands grab your hips and push you up onto the table to spread your thighs and crowd in between them. 

He’s rough, much rougher than he’s ever been with you before but it's the need that is driving him. A desperation to fuck you that has him pressing against you and pushing inside your body before you are ready. 

The pinch of his cock makes you gasp but his own groan overpowers the sound. Absorbing it as he pushes in to the hilt and panting your name into your mouth. Only to immediately start fucking you like he is running a race that has to be finished. 

Joel quickly takes over all of your senses, making you forget everything but the way he is punching deep into your cunt with heavy, hard thrusts. Feeling like he is in your stomach and you hear him whimper in pleasure every time he pushes deep. 

He gets a dozen thrusts in before his hips stutter, a strangled groan coming from the back of his throat and you feel the heat flooding your womb. He’s cum. A lot. You feel it start to drip out of your cunt even as he continues to rock his hips. 

Breathless, he presses closer to you and for a moment you think that he will collapse against you. Only to start to push his hips back again to start moving again. The thrusts are shallow and squelching as he pushes the newly deposited cum out of your pussy. Still achingly hard and ready for round two. 

“Joel-” He’s never gone two rounds. He needs hours before he can even think about getting hard again. One of those complaints of old age that bothers him more than you. But right now he is still desperate to move inside you. To fuck you. 

“I can’t - I need more.” He growls, pressing his lips to yours and wrapping his arms around you to drag you closer to the edge, needing to be deeper inside you. Something happened out there in those woods. Something changed inside of him. There’s this need for you that is burning in his blood and he doesn’t know how long it will take for him to get it out of his system. Or if he can. 

[katnissmellarkkk]

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“That’s not where that goes,” Peeta insists, but laughs anyways at my antics as I try to shove the misfit piece into the puzzle between us.

“Well, it’s going to be,” I say with determination, half for his entertainment, pushing the piece back down as soon as it pops up again. “Ugh!”

“Katniss.” His voice is soft and warm. A tone that would typically fill me with joy but tonight fills me with dread. Because I know what he’s about to say.

As if reading my mind, his hand comes up to rest on my forearm, causing me to jolt slightly. I’m still not used to him touching me again, not since before he was hijacked, and every little contact sends a shiver or buzz straight to my core.

Maybe I’m just extremely touched starved. Or maybe I’m just starved for him. For the feel of his hands on me, the feel of him beside me in the darkness. For the feel of him and whatever used to exist between us before.

“We can finish tomorrow,” he suggests and I notice not for the first time the blue and purple circles under his eyes.

“Yeah,” I whisper, dropping the ill fitted piece into the box to my left and nodding. Trying not to look too disappointed.

Since Peeta’s been back in Twelve, we’ve had breakfast and dinner together almost daily, we’ve begun our memory book to memorialize those we’ve lost, we sometimes talk on the phone. Occasionally we even go for walks into town together and watch the shops being rebuilt.

But today was special. Today is my birthday and Peeta was the only person to remember. Which is fine by me. Because truly, he’s the only person I wanted to spend it with.

For my birthday, Peeta brought me a small cake, made with chocolate and buttercream and my name frosted in cursive across the top. It was the prettiest thing I’ve seen in months and it caused my heart to skip a beat, seeing him there in my doorway, looking so happy and holding the dessert with both hands.

But the cake could only last so long and after we were finished eating, I had to come up with another way of keeping him here in my presence.

The only issue is I had none. I had nothing of interest that could hold him here, not even on my birthday, and I soon found myself dreading the moment he would inevitably have to go.

But to my surprise, and honestly my delight, Peeta went digging through the closet in the living room where my mother stashed all our old knick knacks from when I was child. And he soon came up with an ancient green puzzle my parents must have done together decades ago.

Puzzles were never something I enjoyed doing. My father and Prim did them together when she was small, both of them having an insane amount of patience I severely lacked. And after he died, I could barely tolerate looking at the few boxes of them we had, even when Prim begged me to help her finish them.

But tonight when Peeta dug one out from the bottom of my mother’s pile I easily accepted his invite. I would have accepted just about any activity he wanted to do. Anything to spend more time in his presence.

But evidently time isn’t on my side here and I’ve prolonged our goodbyes enough. Because it’s finally time to let him go and I have nothing left here to make him want to stay.

I can’t explain know why but I have the most irrational fear of crying as I haul myself up off the ground and walk him towards the door. I feet feel like they’re made of concrete and a pit begins to grow in my stomach as he pulls on his jacket and opens the door.

“Happy birthday, Katniss,” he whispers, turning back in the threshold and staring at me for a long moment.

He hesitates, seemingly debating with himself, before finally reaching out and taking my hand in his, giving it a small squeeze.

And I want to launch myself at him then, I want to wrap my arms around his neck and hold on for dear life. I want to ask him to stay with me tonight and hold me in bed and be there should the nightmares come. Less than a year ago at this time I could have maybe said those words.

But not now. Not tonight. Maybe not ever again. Maybe things between us would never progress to that kind of intimacy again. The kind where I could ever be so vulnerable and unafraid of rejection. Where I could ask for something so exposing and expect anything but a gentle denial in return.

But he remembered my birthday, I reminded myself. He remembered my birthday and he made me a cake and he’s here in Twelve. He’s just down the road and that’s better than where he was six months ago.

“Thank you,” I murmur, probably a full minute too late. “Thank you for everything, Peeta.” I don’t know why but his name feels foreign on my tongue, the two syllables feeling strange as I speak them aloud.

He stares at me for a few more seconds, his cornflower eyes so soft and kind as he lingers in my doorway. But like everything else, this moment passes too. And then he really does have to go home.

“Goodnight, Katniss,” he says, his voice like a caress as he finally turns and goes, walking down my porch steps and then down the road, the sun setting with an orangey hue in the background.

“Goodnight, Peeta,” I whisper as I watch him walk further and further away from me. “Come back soon, please. Pretty, pretty please, come back soon.”

[send me an emoji and i’ll write a tiny micro story in honor of katniss’ belated birthday]

[taleahbabyyy]

I belong to you chapter two

You’ve tried your hardest to get over him to forget about him, but yet no matter how hard you try he’s always there in your mind.

You still wonder how it got to this point, and you can’t really let go of what happened. how he kissed you touched you and fucked you, it still replays in your head constantly on a loop but there’s something else that’s in you longing at you. You want him just the way he wanted you and craved you, you wanted him so bad you needed him so bad.

you went out to get your mind off of things listening to music and dancing and drinking having a good time, this is the first time you’ve been out in a long time with your friends.

While dancing you feel someone grab your waist to pull you closer, you look back and see a really fine man dancing against you. not really thinking much you let him continue to hold you while you both danced to the music, hips swaying to the music.

It was now really late so your friends decided to go home, you hugged them and said your goodbyes as you started to walk home late at night people must think you’re crazy to walk home this late and at a time like this.

As you were walking home which was only 20 minutes away from where the party was at, while you were walking fast trying to get home sooner trying to avoid any animals at this time of night lurking in the shadows.

You were About to arrive at home finally now only 10 minutes away, the walk home was actually calming and peaceful and was sobering you up faster you weren’t drunk but you were a little tipsy but now you’re starting to get all the sober from walking home. While walking you couldn’t help but to feel eyes on you staring at you and your movements as you walk closer and closer to home, you looked back and seen nothing but trees and darkness surrounding you.

you start to walk a little bit faster quickening your pace, as you were walking you heard a twig snapping which made you flinch so now you start to run and run as quickly as you could. Finally you see your house and porch lamp on, before you could make it to your house suddenly you feel someone grab you by your waist and forcefully face you towards them.

You look up and see that it’s only Remmick you don’t know if you should feel relieved or scared, “r-Remmick” you stutter as you couldn’t believe what you’re seeing right now. You never thought you’d see him again you just thought it would be a one time thing where you fucked a guy and would never seen him again but here we are.

His hold on you lingers for a little while then necessary as you finally pull back from his grip, he doesn’t say anything to you as he just looks at you up and down. You speak up again”what do you want Remmick?.”

Finally he speaks up”well I missed ya too darlin, I couldn’t help myself I had to see ya.” You didn’t say anything but just stare at him nervously you can’t believe you’re seeing him again you thought you wouldn’t ever see him and now that you’re you can’t help but to be a little scared he already had his way with you what else could he possibly want from you?.

He chuckles “y’know y/n I can’t help but sense you’re afraid to see me when y’know I would never hurt ya.” “Really ya mean that?.” You say as you challenge him you actually don’t know if he’ll actually hurt you or not so far he’s been gentle with you never actually hurting you or showing intentions of hurting you.

He steps closer to you and grabs you by your waist “baby, I’m telling you truth I’d never hurt ya.” You stare at him until you finally see how sincere he was in his eyes finally you nod your head accepting it.

“Can I please come in?.” You walk away and up on the steps and open the door”come in.” He walks up on the steps finally walking inside and shuts the door behind him softly.

You take off your jacket and hang it up and look back at him”what exactly is it that ya want from me.” He sighs deeply and walks over to you”I just couldn’t get yer sweet ol’ voice outta m’head, I missed ya.”

He grabs you by your waist”I can’t be the only one feelin something here I know how badly yer been wantin me.”

“No actually I don’t.” He smirks at you and slides his hand under your dress and into your silky soaked underwear”liar.”

Your breathing becomes hitched as your heartbeat begins to go faster as he slides his finger inside of you making you moan slightly, “r-remmick please s-stop.”

“Hm I don’t think that’s what you want darlin.” He starts to fasten his pace as he pumps his finger inside of you, he leans in and begins to kiss you rough but passionately. You moan into the kiss as he’s still pumping in and out of you suddenly he finally stops and you open your eyes and finally look at him wondering why he stopped even though you told him to deep down you didn’t want him to and he knows that, “sorry baby but I need to feel you please let me feel you.” You look at him confused as he then unzips his pants and frees himself finally.

He picks you up and sits you on the edge of the table, he picks up your thigh and holds it on his waist as he finally aligns his member at your soaked entrance. Now entering inside of you as you gasp while he moans, you wrap your hand around the back of his neck while he starts to thrust inside of you.

You study his face as your hips move upwards following his movements you bite your lip as you look at his lips, you both look at each other in the eyes making eye contact. He rests his face in the crook of your neck kissing it as he thrusts in you once more, “tell me who ya belong to tell me yer mine darlin that this pussy is mines.”

He grabs your thigh and holds it tightly now thrusting in you hard and roughly making you moan and whimper”I-I’m yours Remmick I’m all yours this pussy is yours please Remmick I need you.”

“Fuck yer so fuckin good for me yer bein such a good girl to me.” Your walls start to tighten around his member making him groan out, both of you soon getting closer and closer to the edge as his thrusts start to become more sloppier.

“I belong to you Remmick Im yours I’m forever yours.” You say over and over again he starts to pound into you deeper as what your saying only makes things more intense for you as it only hardens him more, he starts to hit your g spot over and over again making you weak in the knees. Immediately you come undone and release all over his member, seeing you release all over his member made him immediately fall off the edge as he immediately finished inside of you releasing his seed deep within you.

You both stayed in the same position not dare leaving that spot, he finally looks at you in your eyes”fuck I love you.”

I’m running out of ideas here 😭

[nurse-floyd]

Broken Promises - Part 2

Max Verstappen x Leclerc!Reader

Anon request: I wanted to make a request for an angst by Charles Leclerc, where they have an argument because he has been very distant but he doesn't want to accept it and end up saying hurtful things without knowing how to fix things later.

I took this request and ran with it deciding it would be a good continuation of this fic

Warning: mentions of crash, ICU and hospital stays. Angst with a sweet ending.

The evening spent with Max had been amazing, if you were being honest you dreaded going back to your apartment to the loud noise and people and just wanted to spend it by the ocean with him. He managed to convince you…or maybe it was the birthday cake that was waiting. It was definitely the cake. 

He led you back to your apartment and you managed to sneak back in, Arthur and Lorenzo had kept your guests entertained and told them you needed a moment. Turns out the break was exactly what you needed, and of course you were still mad at your brother but it didn’t matter tonight. You smiled as Max brought out your cake and you made a wish before blowing out your candles. The pair of you cut a slice to save to enjoy later when all of your guests had gone for the night. 

The next morning you woke up to a text from Charlies and your bad mood started all over again. 

Charlie: I hope you enjoyed the night, Arthur and Lorenzo said it was good. I’m so sorry once again. 

You didn’t care for his apologies. You were done with him and his promises. 

He must have seen that you’d opened his message but didn’t reply because the next thing you knew his caller ID was lighting up your screen. 

“What?” 

“Is that any way to speak to your brother, sœurette?” 

The tone of his voice just irritated you in a way only one of your brothers could. How could he speak to you like that after how he treated you yesterday. 

“What do you want, Grand frère?” You almost spat the pet name you use for him. 

“I told you I was sorry, y/n. Did you have a good time?” 

“No, Charlie. I didn’t. I wanted you there. You promised me. Arthur and Lorenzo were there and Max. The only reason I didn’t cancel was because he convinced me.” 

Charles knew there was no point arguing with you further when you were like this and he’d been beating himself up ever since he’d sent that text; but duty called. He had to work and he couldn’t get out of it, especially with how last minute his team had called him in. 

He sighed, “will I be seeing you at the race this weekend?” 

“Yes. Unlike you, I keep my promises. I’ll be there, but not for you Charlie. I’m going for Max.” 

“Y/n wait-” 

You didn’t bother listening to what he had to say, “goodbye Charles.” You hung up, cringing at the use of his full name. You never called him Charles. 

Max walked into the kitchen where you were sitting at the breakfast bar and kissed you as he passed. “Was that Charles?” 

“Yeah, just asking if I was coming to the race this weekend.” 

“You need to for-” 

“If you say forgive him so help me Verstappen,” you warned slightly playfully but also not wanting or willing to forgive your brother just yet.  

He held his hands up in surrender, “just, don’t give him too much of a hard time, he’s probably been beating himself up over it.” 

You knew Max was right, but still he’d hurt you. Two days later as you made your way through the paddock holding onto Max’s hand you decided to forgo seeing Charles, he was probably too busy anyway. You both made your way to the Red Bull hospitality tent avoiding Ferrari and Charles at all costs. 

Luck, however, wasn’t in your favor. Charles had heard about your arrival and seen it on his socials. He’d seen you in your Red Bull jacket and baseball cap, not a hint of Ferrari red on you. Usually you’d have a piece of merch from both of the drivers in your life, wanting to support the pair of them; but you knew this would piss him off. This was a final act of defiance to show how much you were still angry with him. 

You knew you’d gone too far when you saw a red shirt moving through the crowd of blue. Charles was in your face before you had a chance to react,  “Why are you doing this?” your brother asked. You’d never seen him look so angry and hurt; maybe now he’d understand how you felt the last three years. “I’m your brother and you’re not even supporting me, how is that going to look to the fans?” 

“To the fans? Is that all you care about? Maybe now you know how it feels to have your own sibling not show up for you. Besides, I’m not here to only support you Charlie, Max is my boyfriend and I support him too. He is just as important to me.” 

His face fell, “you know what? I’m done. Do whatever you want y/n but just don’t expect me to be okay with it.” 

You couldn’t help the tears that welled up in your eyes as you watched him walk away. 

The few people who were around for your argument slowly went back to their business leaving you alone. Charles nearly slammed into Max as he left the tent to prepare for the race. 

“Charles?” He called but his friend ignored him. He turned back to see you nearly in tears and rushed to your side. 

“What happened?” he asked as he put his arm around you to lead you to somewhere more private, where prying ears couldn’t listen in. 

“I don’t want to talk about it. Let’s just get you ready for the race, yeah?” You wiped your tears and turned your attention to him. 

You made your way to the monitors and placed the headset on your ears, standing with the rest of the Red Bull team as the formation lap began. Then it was lights out. 

Max pulled away first, closely followed by Lando, Carlos and Charles. They battled for first place as they inched round the first corner. It always made you nervous seeing your brother so close to the other drivers but thankfully they made it through unscathed. 

You could tell Charles was driving aggressively, the way he inched closer to the McLaren’s on the corners and pushed his car to the limit as he overtook them. You watched nervously, trying to focus on enjoying the race, Charles knew what he was doing. 

Suddenly, a gasp went through the room and time seemed to go in slow motion as Charles' car clipped the back of Lando's, sending it into a horrific flip. Charles’ car somersaulted through the air before it finally crashed down and skidded to a halt, only stopped by the wall. 

Your heart was in your throat as you waited for any signs of life. “What’s going on? Is he responding?” You asked as you all watched on in shock. 

“We don’t know.” 

“What do you mean you don’t know?” You called back, you wanted nothing more than to rip the headset off and run to the Ferrari garage. You heard the red flag being called and the cars were called back to the garage, but your focus was on the screens as you watched the medical car rush to the scene. 

You didn’t know how much time had passed, but Max had made it back and was at your side. He walked you over to the Ferrari garage where you were met with red rimmed eyes as they tried to get any information from the track medics. Max could tell you were in shock. He kept tight hold of you, his touch a grounding presence as you waited for any news. 

One of Charles’ engineers made his way over to you and Max as he noticed you standing there. “The medics are with him now, he’s alive but he’s unconscious. They’re working on getting him out.” 

You finally let the tears you’d been holding fall. If it weren’t for Max holding you up you would have fallen to the floor right there. The race was called off, none of the drivers wanting to continue after that. 

You were in a state of panic, your breaths coming in short painful gasps. You wanted nothing more than to be with your brother. “I need to go with him. Let me go!” You cried. 

Max held you tight against his chest, his own face etched with concern for his friend. “We’ll go to the hospital. I’ll get us there, okay? He’s going to be okay. I promise.” 

“You don’t know that,” you looked up at him, tears still streaming freely down your face. Your mind was a whirlwind of guilt and worry. The last words you’d both spoken to each other ran over and over through your head. You couldn’t let this stupid argument be the last thing you both said to each other. 

When you got to the hospital, the news wasn’t what you wanted to hear. You wanted nothing more than to go into his hospital room and see him sitting up; to be able to tell him how sorry you were and how you hated fighting with him. The news wasn’t good though. Your brother was in the ICU, unconscious and his condition though stable was critical. You sat in the waiting room, your hand in Max’s as you waited for a nurse to bring you back to see your brother. 

Hours felt like days before a doctor and nurse finally approached you and Max. They updated you on his injuries and you were finally allowed to see him. Your heart broke as you saw him through the window hooked up to various tubes, machines and wires. 

You hid your face in Max’s chest as your tears fell once more, not being able to look at how broken he looked. You weren’t sure how you even had any tears left to shed. 

“I should have been there for him. I shouldn’t have said those things. He wouldn’t have been driving so recklessly -“ 

Max cut you off, “we all drive like idiots sometimes, it’s the nature of the sport. This wasn’t your fault. He knows how much you love him.”  

You nodded, knowing he was right but the guilt was still there. 

“Do you want to go in and see him? I can come with you or stay out here?” Max asked. 

You nodded and gripped your boyfriend's hand tighter as you both entered his ICU room. All you could do was sit and wait and pray. Pray for Charles to wake up, pray for a chance to make things right. 

You sat by his side, never leaving. You barely slept, your eyes fixed on your brother, willing with everything you had for him to wake up. As the days went by the news was getting better, the machine breathing for him was removed and he was showing signs of recovery, but he still hadn’t woken up. 

It was late into the third night when you felt his hand tighten around yours. You thought you had imagined it at first but your heart leapt when his fingers twitched around yours once more and his eyes began to flutter open. You jumped to your feet, tears flowing down your face once more but this time out of relief. 

“Charlie?” You called hopefully, your voice thick with emotion. 

Charles blinked against the harsh bright lights, disoriented but a small smile came across his lips as his gaze landed on yours.  

He coughed weakly, his voice raspy from disuse, “y/n?” 

“I’m here. I’m right here, Charles,” you reassured, smoothing his hair back. 

He looked at her with a small smile playing at his lips despite everything he’d just been through, “you’re wearing a Ferrari hoodie?” 

You let out a shaky laugh, tears still streaming down your face, “couldn’t exactly be representing Red Bull at a time like this.” 

He laughed, followed by a groan. 

“I’m sorry, Charlie. I am so sorry for everything. For my birthday and the fight…” 

Charles squeezed your hand weakly, “I’m sorry too. I should have been there, I promised and the fight at the race…I just wanted your support as well. I didn’t realize how much I’d hurt you.” 

“None of that matters now. I’m just glad you’re awake. I just need you to be okay.” 

Charles nodded, his eyes glistening with unshed tears. “I’ll be okay and I promise I will make it up to you,” he held up his pinky which you linked with yours. 

You both stayed like that for a moment, your hand clasped in his. Max stood at the doorway happy to see his friend awake and the pair of you making up. 

As the doctors finished their checks and left the room, you sat down beside Charles, holding his hand. 

“You scared the shit out of me, you know? Why were you driving like a dumbass?” 

Charles let out a small chuckle, “not my finest moment, huh?” 

“No, but you’re going to be okay and that’s all that matters. We can figure everything else out later.” 

Charles nodded, his grip on your hand growing a bit stronger. “Yeah, we will. Together.” 

You leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to his forehead. “Together.” 

The road to recovery wasn’t going to be easy for him but you knew he’d be back to racing and annoying you in no time. He was going to be okay and you two would work through your issues when he was better. That’s all that mattered.

[jadeylovesmarvelxo]

Eddie Munson X Henderson! Reader

Part one

Part two

Things between you and Eddie reach boiling point.

My requests are open. Read my pinned post for what I do and don't write 💌💞

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After a long day at school all you wanted to do was curl up in bed and zone out for a while, do something relaxing and fun.

That thought excited you until you saw a familiar van parked outside your house. A feeling of dread creeps over you and your suspicions are confirmed when you head inside and there he is Eddie Munson is sitting on your couch and charming your mother.

Dustin is hanging on every word he says, Eddie looks up and smirks when you clear your throat.

"What's going on... Why are you here Munson?" His shit eating grin does nothing to quell your irritation.

"Hey princess, thought I'd stop by to see baby Henderson after school. He invited me to dinner and I just had to accept" oh of course he did. Your eyes narrow at him, you're sure he's plotting a way to get you back after your encounter with him at the party last week.

"Isn't he wonderful honey" your mother beams and you bite your tongue. It wouldn't do any good getting yourself grounded over Munson.

"Oh he's amazing" you flutter your eyes sarcastically at Eddie who's full lips break into a huge smile.

"I knew you loved me secretly sweetheart" he pretends to swoon and it almost makes you laugh. Idiot. You could see how Dustin liked him, well just like a tiny bit.

"You lot have fun while I go out okay? And be good Dustybun" your mother coos to Dustin and you grin delighted at his flushed face and wait til she leaves before bursting into laughter.

"Aww Dustybun we will have lots of fun won't we?" You throw your arm around him and gently pinch his cheek, teasing him. Eddie snickers in the background.

"Why was I not informed of your nickname Henderson?" He asks all serious but the glint of mischief in his eyes says different.

"His girlfriend calls him that" you add and Dustin mutters under his breath about how annoying you are.

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Eddie has rented Labyrinth for him and Dustin to watch and the two of them are enraptured by it. The movie is pretty good and you know, David Bowie in eyeliner, that's always a good thing.

The doorbell rings and you assume it's the pizza you ordered. Your stomach falls when you see it's Jacob. Great.

He's all puppy dog eyes and sweetness. You're wary because that can change in the blink of an eye.

"What do you want?" He scowls and the sweetness is gone and replaced with his usual sneer.

"Charming, here I am hoping we might be able to get back together and you act like a bitch as per usual" you shake your head and question what you ever saw in him.

"Yeah that's not going to happen, goodbye" you attempt to close the door but he blocks it, you're hearts racing with nerves but you refuse to show it.

"Remove your foot asshole, go home" he ignores you but then his eyes widen and he gapes.

"Munson?" Eddie is beside you, glaring at Jacob and he towers over him. There's a menacing look on his face and he looks between you and Jacob his eyes flashing.

"You heard the lady, leave now" Eddie snaps and Jason holds his hands up though he still has that stupid smirk on his face.

"didn't realise you and Munson... He waggles his eyebrow and you slam the door in his face. Asshole.

"You seriously dated that guy?" Eddie asks disgusted and you wince at his look.

"He's an asshole and yeah I did and it was a temporary lack of judgement" you tug him by his jacket and lead him into the room to talk in private.

"Look thanks for that. Jacob is a dick but I can handle myself. I don't need rescuing" you assure him and he raises his eyebrows and folds his arms across his chest.

"I don't doubt that sweetheart but somebody needed to tell the asshole to fuck off. Good thing I'm here'' he shrugs and you sigh.

"You're everywhere I look Munson, you never leave me alone. Now you've infiltrated my home! I can't escape you and your stupid dimples and pretty eyes" you say the last part and your eyes widen, Eddie turns serious and his big brown eyes burn with an intensity that you've never seen.

"Pretty eyes hmm?" he moves closer to you and you find that you really don't mind. Your heart is beating like crazy and warmness spreads in your lower stomach, it's intoxicating.

Jacob never made you feel like this. Ever.

"Don't act so surprised. You must know how hot you are, even if you're an ass" you're pressed against your door and the ache in your stomach is out of control now.

"Hmm well you might be upright and bitchy but you're so fucking beautiful" his hand caresses your cheek and the air is thick with tension and before you know it the two of you are kissing.

You both kiss for what feels like hours but it's only a minute or so and it's perfect, you never want it to end. Eddie pulls you closer and you nibble on his bottom lip, Eddie stifles a moan and white hot pleasure pulses through you.

Fuck, you want to hear him moan again. Eddie pulls away for a second and you whimper missing the contact of his lips on yours. Then they press to your lips again and it's amazing.

"Pizza's here" Dustin yells and you and Eddie jerk apart both breathing heavily and Eddie is gazing at you in wide eyed wonder.

"Fuck" he whispers and you nod feeling stunned yourself. Dustin stomps through and looks between you and Eddie.

"What happened to you two? You went so quiet I thought you might have killed each other" he looks between you and Eddie suspiciously.

Dustin scoffs, "We were just talking butthead, come on let's get pizza" he looks back at you for a moment and you know that you want that kiss to happen again.

You're screwed.

[juanarc-thethird]

Hi I have a question are you still doing I have a license for that?

Yes I do ------------

I have a license for that! Part 3

Jaune is in the library using one of the computers checking flights to return home.

Jaune: Dammit, why is everything so expensive?

Winter: Is everything all right?

Jaune: Hm?

He looks back and looks at Winter standing near him.

Jaune: Oh, hello Winter. Everything is fine, thanks.

Winter: From the tone you had for a moment it didn't sound like everything was fine.

Jaune: It's nothing important. I just can't find flights to go home for a family thing, but I haven't given up. But thanks for asking.

Winter: If you want I can take you there. I have my own airship.

Jaune: Really?!

He says excitedly, but immediately takes it back.

Jaune: Oh no, no, no, I can't ask you that. It's too much. Thanks but I can't accept your help.

Winter then turns to the screen Jaune is using and sees where he is going.

Winter: You know, I was already heading to my family's villa and where you're trying to go is close by. If you don't mind making that short stop, I can drop you off there later. Also, so that you don't feel like it's too much, it would help me a lot to have some extra hands.

Jaune: For real?

Winter: Mm-hm, It's just a routine stop and then I'll leave you wherever you want.

Jaune: *Happy* Ok, cool! Thank you!

Winter: No problem. I leave early tomorrow at 7am.

Jaune: Great! I'll be there at 6:30am.

Winter: Understood. See you there. *Walks away*

Jaune: See you there! And thank you again!

The next day...

Jaune meets Winter at the airship port with his suitcase.

Jaune: Good morning Winter, I'm ready to go.

Winter: Good morning Jaune. You can put your suitcase in the back of the ship.

Jaune: Thank you.

He started to walk towards the back of the aircraft but then he stopped.

Jaune: You know, I never told you what kind of help you need in your family's villa.

Winter: Really? I thought I did.

Jaune: No, you didn't. What kind of help do you need?

Winter: I'm just going to clean the house a little. Nothing big.

Jaune: Ok, wait, let me see if I understand. Your family is the richest in all the four kingdoms, but they do not have a cleaning staff in their villa. Forgive me but it sounds a bit suspicious.

Winter: You're overthinking it. The reason we don't have Staff is because-

Jaune: *Interrupts her* Are you a member of my mom's club?

Winter: *Surprise* What?! What club? I don't know what you're talking about?

Jaune: That reaction makes me think the opposite. You know what, I'm just going to play it safe. Thank you very much for your help, but I will find another way to get there.

Jaune starts to leave but Winter stops him by grabbing his suitcase.

Winter: *Panic* Wait!

Jaune: Hey! Let go!

Winter: I swear I'm not part of your mom's club!

Jaune: Fine, you are not! Can you let me go now?!

Winter: Can I still take you home?!

Jaune: No!

Winter: Then I can't let you go!

Jaune: Winter!... *pulls* Let!... *Pulls* Me!... *PULLS* Go!... *PULLS!* now!... *PULLS!!!!!*

And with the last pull, they both lost their balance and fell to the ground. As a card fell, it came out of Winter's jacket and slid over to where Jaune was lying. They both get up and Jaune notices the card.

Jaune: What is this?

Winter: *Gasp!* Don't look!!

He takes the card and…

Jaune: What the fuck?!

Winter immediately lunges towards Jaune taking the card from his hands. She pushes him to the ground and using her Semblance, she leaves him stuck there.

Jaune: I knew it! I knew you were part of that weird club!

Winter: *She gets into her airship* I'm sorry, my love, but I didn't expect you to find out so quickly.

Jaune: Can you at least explain to me why my mom created this club?!

Winter: I'm sorry, but it's not my place to say. Look for the Witch, she may give you the answers you are looking for.

Jaune: The Witch?!

Winter: Goodbye.

Jaune: Hey! Wait!!

She starts the engines of her airship and flies away. After some distance, Jaune is freed.

Jaune: *Upset* Fuck, back to square one.

[mind-empty-just-fictional-people]

I was wondering if you can do a Colter Shaw request! Maybe something along the lines of the two of them being hot and cold with one another. Reader is an FBI agent and maybe a case brings them together. Maybe someone gets hurt leading them to finally a long over due feelings talk!

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pairing: colter shaw x female fbi agent!reader

rating: PG-13

word count: 1.4k

warnings: kids are put in danger, brief mention of child trafficking (blink and you’ll miss it), that’s all i think

pairing note: i pictured a rosa diaz (from brooklyn nine-nine) type reader as i wrote this, but still kept her non-descript

author’s note: thank you soooo much for the request anon! i had soo much fun writing this!!

The first case you worked with Colter was a simple one: a missing person who turned out to be lost on a hiking trail. Colter had asked you out to drinks that night to celebrate, and you begrudgingly accepted.

That was the first night you two spent together.

He didn’t call you afterward, but you figured as much. You were similar to him in your wayward ways, and didn’t mind not getting at least a text the following day to say goodbye.

You liked him, though. He was one of the few people who could make you laugh genuinely, even when you were in a pissy mood. 

The next time you saw Colter, he was thrilled to see you. Although you two didn’t spend too much time together, you could tell he really wanted to. The case you two were working on was over before anything big could happen, and before you knew it, you were saying a quick goodbye before you left.

The time after that, he acted like he couldn’t care less about you. This made you furious and you vowed never to trust him again, no matter how good he looked in that damn leather jacket. You knew you looked even better in yours, and knowing this only made you angrier. How dare he brush off what you two had? How dare he not acknowledge you when you walked into the room? And how dare he not drop everything in his arms to pull you in and kiss you the moment he laid eyes on you?

“What’s wrong?” Colter asked.

“Nothing,” you practically seethed. How dare he?

“What do you think happened?” he asked, surveying the scene in front of the two of you. 

You shrugged. “Looks like another kidnapping, we’ve got like ten hours before we’re in some deep shit.”

The case was going to be far from easy. Three children had gone missing in the tri-state area, all in the exact same way and with one piece of evidence consistent through all three cases: a dilapidated RV with Indiana license plates. 

“I think we’re already in deep shit,” Colter commented. 

Maybe you were overthinking the situation, maybe he was just focused on the case and couldn’t be bothered to pay attention to you. Still, some acknowledgement of the relationship would’ve been nice.

“I’m gonna go talk to the parents again, I have a feeling they know more than they’re letting on,” you told him.

“I’ll come with you.”

“I think not, Shaw,” you said, stopping him in his tracks before he could follow you out of the crime scene. “We aren’t partners on this case or anything, we shouldn’t do shit like this together.”

With that, you turned on your heels and left, leaving Colter too stunned to protest your words.

**

It had been nearly seven hours, and still no leads. You and Colter had been working closely the past four (much to your dismay) because your boss had asked you to. 

It was annoying how much he was distracting you. That dirty blonde hair reminded you of the time you ran your fingers through his hair as he kissed you, and those big brown eyes made you think of the time you got lost in them as your foreheads rested on each other. However, you swore to yourself you would stay calm, collected, and nonchalant. 

What you didn’t realize was that you were distracting Colter as well. The way the harsh lighting hit the color of your eyes, brightening them slightly, the way your teeth chewed your bottom lip in concentration, made him want to pull you in and kiss you right here and now. However, he too swore to himself to stay professional this time.

Besides, something in you had seemed to change this time as well. You seemed uninterested in Colter’s presence, like you had also wanted to keep things professional.

**

Another seven hours passed before you finally got a lead in the case. The lead came from a local soccer coach who swore she saw the dilapidated RV surveying the park not ten minutes ago before it sped off. Now, you and Colter sat in a parked car with Agent Jones (your partner) keeping an eye out for the RV in case it decided to return. Jones was a no-nonsense type of agent. He reminded you a lot of Aaron Hotchner from Criminal Minds, yet he was much younger than the character. The way he always wore his tie a little too tightly made you internally roll your eyes. You always opted for the leather jacket and jeans combo.

“So, how long have you two known each other?” Jones asked.

“What makes you think we know each other?” you replied.

“About a year,” Colter answered his question politely. “How long have you two known each other?”

“Two months now,” Jones said. “I’m pretty new to the field.”

“Yeah, well, you seem to be doing a good job.” Colter smiled, making you roll your eyes slightly. Neither of the men in the car noticed, though. 

**

You three had caught the RV in the park and had followed it here, an old trailer park clearly no longer in use. You asked Jones to stay back and call for backup while you and Colter went to knock on the door. 

“You head left, I’ll knock on the door,” Colter said, pointing to the area he was referring to.

“What, are you crazy? We’re sticking together,” you whispered.

“Just trust me.”

“Fine.”

You shouldn’t have trusted him, because Colter’s plan got you punched in the face and himself shot. When you woke up, backup had arrived, and Colter was on a stretcher, getting wheeled to the ambulance parked nearby. 

“What happened?” you asked Jones, who was crouched next to you and offering his hand to help you stand up.

“You and Colter saved the kids, that’s what,” he said. “That nutcase was about to head to Canada, you two caught him just in time.”

“Is Colter okay?” you asked as Jones helped you stand up. “I noticed the three ambulances.”

“Colter was shot, but the other two are for the kids. They’re all gonna be fine, but the EMTs still want them to get checked out.”

**

You stood at the foot of Colter’s hospital bed. Seeing him lying there made your heart drop. You almost lost him today, and you had been too stubborn to admit to him you enjoyed his damn company. Tapping on his leg, you woke him up slowly.

“You’re awake,” you commented when he opened his eyes.

“Yeah, that happens when someone bothers you while you’re asleep,” he said.

“How’re you feeling?” you asked, a sense of sincerity in your tone.

“Fine, bullet barely grazed me.” He smiled. “Were you worried about me?”

You rolled your eyes, “Oh please, as if!”

“You were!” he chuckled. “You were worried about me!”

“Shut up.” You playfully slapped his leg. “Where’s your chart?” you asked before you found it by the side of his bed. 

“What, you’re a doctor all of a sudden?” he scoffed.

“No, but I did take two years of medical school before joining the academy,” you said nonchalantly. 

“Well, you’re just full of surprises, aren’t ya?” He smirked. 

“Just shut up and let me read your damn chart.” There was a beat of silence as you read. “Yeah,” you breathed a sigh of relief, “you’re fine.”

“I literally just told you that.”

“Just shut up before I change my mind,” you sighed.

“Change your mind about what?”

“Colter… would you like to…” You trailed off, mumbling.

“I didn’t catch that?”

“Would you like to have dinner with me?” you asked.

He seemed absolutely shocked by the question.

Seriously? He wanted to say. You aren’t pulling my leg?

“Okay,” he replied with a small smile. Your eyes went wide with surprise for a quick second.

“Really?”

“Really.”

There was another moment of silence.

“Screw it,” you mumbled before you bent down and kissed his lips gently.

He smiled against your lips and let out a soft laugh.

“Thought you hated me?” he asked with a smirk when you pulled away.

“Just…” You put a finger to his lips. “Shush.” And you bent down to kiss him again.

[bonesmithsstuff]

Carmen Berzatto - Unspoken

Warnings: End of season 2, swearing - let me know if I forgot something ;). Angst.

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" Let it rip. "

No one in the family would have expected it, yet no one was dreaming it. The figure that had just entered the restaurant had drawn eyes like a magnet. They hadn’t seen her in months —not since “The Beef” had closed for good and she had left without a word, without saying goodbye. Only informing them when the transfer was already complete, once her new job was accepted, ensuring they’d never be able to convince her to stay.

That night, it was Nat who welcomed her, greeting her with a huge smile and a warm embrace. Finally, she could see the girl again —her friend, the woman she’d grown up with and learned to love like the sister she never had. Richie soon followed, enveloping her in an embrace that lifted her a few inches off of the ground. Seeing them again had brought T/n one of those smiles she could only share with the family. Meanwhile the cousin watched her, happiness squeezed his heart and he thought of Carmy. Bear hadn’t been himself since T/n left, and even the blonde hadn’t noticed —though Richie had.

«Richie. I leave you alone for just a few weeks and look at you: all polished up in an elegant suit? I’ve got to say it: you’re looking damn fine.» A smug expression flashed across the man’s face as he straightened the collar of his jacket with his hands. The woman took the opportunity to glance around. The dining room seemed calm, yet she could perfectly imagine the extremely tense, focused, and worried look Carmy must have had in the kitchen. «How’s the evening going, folks?»

Nat ran a hand over her face and the other over her pregnant belly, Richie moved away after grabbing a little note passed to him by Fak. «I think it’s a fucking mess —we’re behind schedule and we almost had the bathroom flooded. I don’t know how much time we have left before we’re in complete chaos.»

The newly arrived woman took a deep breath, then looked around to study the expressions of the diners. No one seemed particularly irritated at the moment, assuming it was an evening meant for friends and family. Richie called her attention from the kitchen, and T/n excused herself from the blonde before joining him. Goodbyes were exchanged in the room above the commotion; Tina, Marcus, and the other guys quickly hugged the woman before returning to their stations.

Chaos reigned supreme —dirty pots, cold dishes, confusion at every station. As the arguments resumed and voices were raised, Sydney tried to quiet everyone down in vain.

T/n stepped in with a raised eyebrow and arms crossed over her chest. It came naturally, as if muscle memory had prompted her before she even had a chance to think. «What the fuck is going on here?»

«Carmy got stuck in the fridge and the dishes are taking too long. We’re fucking behind, damn it —we need to work faster.»

In an instant, everyone started arguing again; Carmen began pounding on the cell door, and Sydney started yelling at Marcus over some personal matter.

«Hey!» T/n called for attention, clapping her hands. «First off, let’s lower our voices —we don’t want to put on a show, do we? Everyone, get back to your stations, immediately. Richie, go to the dining room and do your job; I’ll take the damn orders, and you damn cooks, do your damn jobs, alright? I don’t want to hear anything other than ‘Okay’ and ‘Chef.’ In five minutes, we need to have most of these dishes out. Thanks, Chefs.»

Her tone was decisive and precise, calculated, as sharp as the knives on the counters, as if she’d done that a thousand times before. She left no room for arguments and, for some reason, even though some of them didn’t even know her, they all obeyed, and everyone resumed their tasks. «Chef Tina, would you kindly tell Carmy that if he doesn’t stop punching on that fucking door I’m gonna kick his ass? Thanks.»

Within ten minutes, the situation finally cooled down, and the air in the room became noticeably more relaxed and breathable. For the rest of the service, everything went smoothly, until none other than Claire Bear entered the kitchen: the tables were probably emptying out. She leaned in on to the fridge, and T/n watched her intently. Claire had been Carmy’s crush for as long as she’d known him, ever since she had her earliest memories of the man. She couldn’t even recall how many times her and Michael had teased him about it, how many quips they’d thrown his way over the years. And yet, knowing that he and Claire had grown close again hadn’t stirred any joy in her. She couldn’t be happy for him; she couldn’t stop feeling jealous.

Claire left in tears, fleeing the restaurant without looking at anyone. T/n and Richie exchanged confused looks and shrugged at one another. It wasn’t long before the man began arguing with the cousin through the fridge.

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The door creaked open, its shrill sound shattering the silence of the kitchen. Perhaps the man fiddling with the door had finally decided to get moving just as T/n poured herself the third glass of wine. It wasn’t dawn yet, but the night was steadily drawing on. The clock read two in the morning, and the restaurant was now empty. Sydney had gone off to see her father, and Nat had gone home with the rest of the staff —exhausted after a long evening and ready to enjoy a well-deserved rest.

T/n remained, all alone. Certainly not by accident. She had returned to Chicago only for him, and she wouldn’t leave without seeing him.

When she finally saw him emerge from the walk-in freezer, her breath caught in her lungs for a moment: he looked exhausted. His blond hair was disheveled, his features etched with tension, and his blue eyes —which usually shone with determination—appeared dull, distant, lost in an undefined gaze. The chef’s body seemed to bear the weight of a day too long, of months that had dragged on for too long.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. T/n stared at him in silence, trying to gauge just how much he had let himself go. On the other hand, he could hardly believe that she was there —but slowly, a fleeting shadow of a smile crossed his face.

«Hey» A murmur, almost a whisper. His voice was low and husky.

T/n felt something tighten in her chest. He had always been skilled at hiding behind that calm tone, behind the silence, behind those hands that always moved frantically to avoid stopping to think. But she knew him all too well, and she didn’t give him time to say anything more or to think.

She took a step forward, then another. In an instant, she was right there with him, wrapping him in an embrace without hesitation. Her arms encircled his torso, and her face sank into his chest. She felt him tense for a second, as if he weren’t used to that contact anymore, but soon he relaxed. Carmy took a deep breath, his hands, tentative at first, brushed over her back before tightening their hold.

The Chef lost himself in that familiar scent and embrace. It was just as he remembered —perhaps even better. He couldn’t recall when he had started living for moments like that, when his every breath was measured between one greeting and the next, between one hug and the one that followed. How could so many days have passed without seeing her and without driving him mad?

She was his sharp needle, the one that brought him back to reality when he was lost. She had always done that. Her and Michael.

On the other hand, to T/n, his scent was equally familiar —a blend of spices, of exertion, and of something that smelled inexplicably hers.

«What are you doing, Carm?» The young woman whispered against the fabric of his T-shirt. He closed his eyes, and after a moment, slowly moved away.

He took a step back, letting her go. «I don’t know.» Leaning against one of the kitchen shelves, he ran a hand over his face. The dim light illuminated only half of his expression, leaving the other half in shadow.

He had always been like that —divided between two opposing aspects: the need to have someone by his side and the fear of truly letting them close. «You don’t have to do everything yourself.» She said firmly. «And neither does Nat. If you need help, delegate. You’re the boss, Carm, but you’re wearing yourself out like this.»

He lowered his head, running his hands through his hair as if trying to tear something out of his mind.

«I know.»

«Then do as I said.»

Silence fell.

She looked at him, arms crossed, face serious.

Carmen knew all too well that the woman wouldn’t let him off with a mere reprimand. She always wanted all the answers.

«And what about Claire?» She asked, looking up sharply as if struck by something. A confused expression flitted across his face, and the young woman sighed in exasperation. «Claire Bear, wake up. Come back to reality. She left in tears. What’s her deal? Is she your girlfriend or what?» A flash of irritation crossed her gaze, and her tone came out more annoyed than necessary. If he noticed, he didn’t say it.

«Fuck, I’ve made a mess.» He detached himself from the counter with a jerk, beginning to pace back and forth in the kitchen, restless. «It was the opening of my restaurant, and I ended up locked in that fucking freezer because I couldn’t hear the damn phone in the kitchen to call the repairman. Fuck, what else do you want me to say?» He suddenly stopped and looked at her. «And no, Claire is not my girlfriend.»

T/n took a deep breath, her eyes never leaving him. Moments of silence passed. «Carm?»

«What now?»

She took a step forward. «I missed you.»

Carmen shivered. Her tone was soft and velvety. He felt the weight of those words passing through him, melting along his skin. His gaze slowly lowered, moving up from the hem of her dress to meet her eyes. That dress —she had worn it for his night. For him. She had returned to Chicago for him. The mere thought awakened all those emotions he had desperately tried to erase, in vain. His eyes grew darker, as if those three words had stirred something too deep and too buried to be brought back to the surface.

She never looked away. «Mickey would be fucking proud of you.» She whispered, taking another step forward. «I am so fucking proud of you.»

He shook his head. «Don’t do this to me.»

«Do… what?»

Carmy’s breathing became erratic, and his heart pounded like a drum against his chest. «Don’t be here for me.» This time, the young Berzatto stepped toward the woman —a precise, calculated stride. «You can’t.» Another step. «I don’t deserve it.»

Then he took her. His hands closed around her waist with a force that made her flinch. He pushed her against the kitchen counter, their bodies clinging together, drawn like a magnet. T/n’s heart raced as she gripped the counter, trying to anchor herself to something.

Their eyes met, and in that instant, Carmy —who never had been much for words— spoke volumes with the way he held her. The way his eyes devoured her, as if he could no longer hold back. And he no longer wanted to. «You look fucking beautiful in this dress.»

His fingers tightened on her waist. «I can’t think of anything but you ever since you left.» His lips brushed her neck, and T/n closed her eyes. The warmth of his breath against her skin made her shiver. «And fuck, everyone knows —except you.»

His fingers trailed up her back, sinking into her hair. «Michael knew it.» A kiss, just below her ear, made her stifle a moan. «Now Claire knows it too.» Another kiss, slower, more intense. He tasted her as if she were the most exquisite of his dishes, leaving nothing for anyone else.

T/n pulled back imperceptibly; shaken, confused, troubled. Carmy raised his head and fixed his gaze on her, waiting. «Michael was my best friend. He would have told me.» She looked away, but the man was quick to grasp her chin, forcing their eyes to meet. He wanted her to see the passion burning within him, to feel it. «It was always Claire. We’ve always teased you about how much you liked her.»

Carmy’s fingers caressed her jaw, and a slight smile curved his lips. When their hips met while he pressed on her, T/n could feel the truth of those words against her leg. She held her breath. «And without you, Michael always teased me about how much I fucking adore you.» His tone was low and husky.

A second later, his lips found hers.

It wasn’t a gentle kiss but one born of desperation and fury, born within everything they’d kept inside for far too long. T/n’s hands clutched his T-shirt, gripping the fabric as if she wanted to pull him even closer, as if she wanted to imprint him onto her skin. Carmy groaned against her warm lips, the taste of wine lingering on his tongue as he overwhelmed her, his fingers gliding over her body while their breaths mingled.

Carmy could only imagine what his brother’s face would have been if he’d known, if he’d seen them at that moment.

Michael had caught him staring at her ass so many times he’d lost count. He’d witnessed Carm’s expression harden every time he heard her mention men other than the Berzattos. He hadn’t known at the time, but Mickey did. He had told him years later —about how he noticed Carmy’s eyes following her every move, about how he sought physical contact with her and only her, about how T/n always asked him about the blond one and how red her cheeks got the few times she’d seen him shirtless.

After those words from his brother —before he left to chase his dream of becoming a chef— Carmy never got her out of his head, never. How could he? She was Michael’s best friend and had always been part of his family; He probably knew her before he even learned to walk. He had memorised the foods she loved —making them the firsts he ever tried to cook. He knew by heart the tone of her voice when she was angry, the way she frowned, and he remembered perfectly the sound of her laughter.

When they finally pulled away, their foreheads brushed. He was breathless. His voice was low, almost broken. «Stay. Stay in Chicago.»

T/n looked at him, helpless. No more words were needed —she was there for that. For him to ask her to stay.

Their lips met again.

And that time, they didn’t stop.

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Let me know what do you think!

[redamoureux]

hi!! could u write yandere scout <3 prompt is all yours 🫶 love u

╰﹒RED FACED LOSER!

Yandere Red/Blu Scout headcanons/short

↳ content warning: yandere themes, some fluffs? obsessive behaviour, posessive behaviour, implied invasion of privacy and cloth stealing, implied future forced relationship, ooc?, not proofread

↳ genre: romantic

↳ a/n: Hi! Sorry this took pretty long, didn't have much time and motivation to write so i wss just able to write it just and it's sorta crappy :")

It was long ago, Jeremy first met you when he was on yet another run from his brothers and wasn't paying attention where he was going, causing him to bump into you and throwing the both of you onto the ground.

He'd hastily help you up and picking all the things you had dropped and hurriedly saying sorry before running off. You could only gawk slightly before snapping out of it and continuing with your day.

After weeks, you had almost completely forgotten about the encounter until the day you finally met your roomate. And it was that boy again! He seem also surprised meeting you aswell making your first introduction bit awkward but eventually you both melt into a good long conversation. You two quickly became good friends and you'd often help him with his assigments he couldn't do. At times he'd get bit embarassed and tried to repay you with a box of pizza in return.

When you're working on some project, he'd be a little stubborn and try to persuade you to join him instead for the evening to go hang with his other friends, though you'd often decline.

Sometimes he'd also borrow your jacket with the excuse his is on the laundry. Or even using some of your stationary and more often than not even forgets to give it back, so you'd always have to remind him.

Though once you lost your jacket, jeremy was quick to give you the biggest puppy eyes he could do and convice you that you'd probably forgotten it somewhere when you just asked if he knew where it is-

Jeremy would definitely take you on various 'hangouts' (it's really is a date but he's too embarassed and bit shy to tell you at the time) like watching a drive in romantic movie or trying to share the same milkshake with you. He'd even put his arm around your shoulder, you didn't think much of it, but his heart is thumping real hard.

As time went on however, you notice he was slowing stopping and skipping his classes. It was abit subtle at first, telling you that he was simply feeling unwell. Though overtime, he began skipping whole one, two and so on. Soon you'd hear several rumors from other students that he'd drop out. You feel a little saddend, his disapperance was so sudden! And when you returned back to your dorm, most of his stuffs were missing, save for the few insignificant things here and there. You were baffled and wished he could've said a goodbye but you finally accepted it and went to try moving on. Mysteriously though, some of your belongings seem to be gone too, and you can't seem to find them anywhere.

Years passed and today you're going to finally start your first day of your job. You felt little nervous as you walk down the hall. after all you are still quite unexperienced. And hearing about the guys you're going to be working with from your contractor doesn't make it any much better. They said some of them were rude, easily hostile and even insane. Or dumb. You tried reassure yourself, it couldn't possibly be that bad. Your contractor is probably just exaggerating bit too much, you thought as you open the door.

Seconds after that you heard an audible gasp and fast footsteps, before you know it, hands yanked you closer to the person's body and giving you the tighest hug ever. "Ohh babe! I thought i'd never see you again!" Said the man- and you instantlu regonized that voice. Even after years, his voice still hasn't changed much. You pulled back a little, flabbergasted. "Jeremy??" You questioned. He finally let go of you saying, "Hm? Yeah sweetheart? Ohh don't say you'd almost forgotten me there!" He exclaimed as if he had not just suddenly disappeared years and just went back from playing the arcade he usually hang out in. "What are you doing here?-"

"Ttthat's a question i should be asking, Why are you here? Didn't you finally got your dream job? But anyway, i'm just happy that you're here!" He replied. You let out a sad sigh at that, "well yea-i mean no.. it's pretty complicated."

"Hey hey don't be upset. Sorry, i really didn't mean to ruin the mood. So listen, how 'bout we get some milkshakes huh? I'll pay for the both of us!" Jeremy declared. You thought for a second. "That.. would be great. Thanks jeremy." "Just call me scout, sweetie. That name is for the old me." He half joked. After all, his old self is just so stupid and childish for letting you go and even upsetting you for not even saying a goodbye or even able to confess before leaving. Well, don't worry now. He's new now. He would finally confess his habored feelings and he'll never be stupid enough again to ever say goodbye, ever.

REBLOGS/ FEEDBACK/ COMMENTS ARE APPRECIATED!

@redamoureux

[pagannatural]

1.11

-Scarecrow, the one where John calls and the Winchester brothers break up for like 24 hours, spend that entire time thinking and talking about each other

-lots to unpack :)

-Meg kinda looks like Dean. Short light hair, leather jacket, listening to rock music. To look more trustworthy for Sam?

-Sam and Dean both stare at their phones and consider calling each other like this is a rom com

-“you know my brother could give you this puppy dog look and you’d just buy right into it.” Dean says this while biting his lip wistfully. I love these moments where we see how Dean views Sam, his ridiculously adorable candy-sweet sunshine baby brother who could make anyone do anything (who could make him do anything).

-they’re on the phone catching up not 12 hours after their fight. Way to hold out boys

-I’m 99% sure Dean initiated this phone call because 1) he has something he needs to say and 2) Sam immediately accepts his attempt to make amends, so Dean reaching out first was enough for Sam. Seeing Dean’s name on his caller ID probably made him so excited he almost came

-Sam grins blushingly when Dean says “I don’t have my trusty sidekick geek boy to do all the research.” This is technically the first time in the episode Dean refers to Sam as his boy.

Sam flirts with Dean, saying “if you’re hinting you need my help,”

Dean tells him “you were right,” “you’ve always known what you want and you go after it. You stand up to dad, you always have,” and “I’m proud of you, Sammy.”

This is everything Sam has always needed. Dean sees him for who he is, respects and admires him, is proud of him, and won’t cut him off or ice him out for choosing to live his own life. But when Sam tells Meg that Dean said goodbye, he’s holding back tears of grief or regret.

This is what makes Sam realize that what he really needs is not to live his own life- it’s Dean.

-Sam tries calling Dean for three hours. Has Dean never gone three hours without calling Sam back?? Sam’s reaction is grand theft auto

-they cut to Emily raising her eyebrow when Dean says “that’s my boy” regarding Sam stealing the car to get to him. Girl is tied to a tree to be sacrificed to a scarecrow that’s actually a pagan god and she’s like Damn these brothers are weird.

-Dean, teasing: “hold me Sam”

Sam:

His smile lingers the whole time he watches Dean get into the car. Just kiss.

[seresinhangmanjake]

Only For You

Thorn x female!reader

Summary: Thorn hides a huge part of his life from you and he's constantly leaving for long periods of time. You're not sure you'll ever know all of his secrets, but you know you're tired of saying goodbye.

Notes/warnings: angsty/fluffy, but nothing else really. mistakes, I'm sure. I did my best.

Words: 1354

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“Going where?” you ask, rubbing your hands up and down your arms to shield your bare skin from the cold. He shrugs out of his nylon, sorry-excuse-for-a-coat and wraps it around your shoulders, but it’s a useless effort. In a thin t-shirt, he’ll be frozen in no time and you’ll be left to trade the coat back and forth as he stands on your front porch in the winter’s stinging air. 

His hands slide into his jeans front pockets. “I can’t tell you.”

“For how long?”

“I don’t know.”

With a huff, you ask, “What do you know, Thorn?”

He flinches. A hand comes out of his pocket to run over his buzzed hair. You can’t count how many times you’ve asked him these questions, and you kick yourself for bothering when the answers have not once strayed from their cookie-cutter precision. He never knows. Or he does and refuses to tell you. Wherever the truth lies, it doesn’t make its way to you. But the hurt in his mossy-green eyes is not for the secrets. It’s not for the disappearing act he forces you through. It’s reserved solely for the brand new weariness in your tone. 

This is not what you do. Your pattern with him has been consistent from the beginning. A month after he first kissed you, three weeks after you first slept together, you received the same pieced-together speech: ‘I have to leave. I can’t tell you why. I don’t know for how long.’ And you provided the same response you always do; a response you weren’t aware at the time would be commonly leaving your mouth; a response he’s not once requested, but with every feature of his face, pleads for: ‘I’ll be here when you get back’. Then he smiles, as always, and kisses you, and you pull him into your bed only for him to be gone by the time you wake. 

But you just broke the pattern with that tone of yours. It’s less welcoming, offering inadequate reassurance that when he knocks on your door in one or two or three months it’ll open. 

Thorn swallows hard as he fidgets in place, and you feel tendrils of guilt spread throughout your system. Thorn doesn’t fidget. Fidgeting means nerves. Nerves mean anxiety. And anxiety is not a well-worn jacket on the man who weaseled his way into your heart. It doesn’t fit. That jacket isn’t made in his size and it feels no different than when a toddler is squeezed into an outfit their parents refuse to accept they’ve grown out of. 

“What I know is that I want to come back to you,” he says. A beat passes and the cloud of nervous energy is shoved aside, likely a required skill for whatever the hell he does when he leaves you. He steps closer. Your heart beats harder. “I will walk up here and knock on this door and wait for you to let me in. Like I always do.”

Lips parting, you sink further into the scent of cologne that long ago seeped into the interior fibers of his coat. It’s an instinctual comfort while everything inside of your body fights your mind.

Fingers twitch to reach out and jerk him inside, but if you do that there’s no chance you’ll resist him; no chance you will even make it to your bed. With one foot through the door, he’ll have you against the wall or on the floor with the hallway runner serving as the only barrier between your back and the chill of the hardwood. With his tongue on your neck, you will forget how tired you are of his rollercoastering in and out of your life. His fingers digging into your flesh will crack your icy determination to no longer miss him until it’s a melted puddle beneath you. His cock deep inside of you will demand you let go of letting him go. 

Well, it’ll demand you let go of considering letting him go. It’s not what you want. If you had your pick of clichéd happy endings, your wicked-smart, tattooed-up, former—you question—criminal would settle in with you. But, no matter how hard you try, you can’t form that image in your mind. Thorn with a ring on his finger, you with his baby growing in your belly, a house you can share—if that exists somewhere, you’re losing hope that it’s on your timeline. 

“Thorn, how long is this going to last?”

“I told you, I don’t—”

“No,” you interrupt with a shake of your head. “Not just this time. All of it. When does it stop? When do you stay?”

His shoulders slump the slightest with his heavy sigh. “Sweetness, I made promises. I’ve got people relying on me.”

“And what about me? What am I supposed to do?” you ask, praying the struggle of holding back your tears has slipped under his radar despite that not being a possibility before. The only tears Thorn doesn’t catch are the ones he isn’t around to witness. “What if I left you all the time for reasons I refused to tell you about? You couldn’t find me, you couldn’t contact me, you didn’t know if I was safe, you wouldn’t be able to sleep wondering if I might be dea—”

“Stop!” he snaps, then quieter, repeats, “Stop.” His eyes fall from yours to the stone of your porch and enough seconds pass that there’s an awkwardness to the silence. “I would lose my mind if it was you, Ok?” he says, connecting to your stare. “I’d go fucking crazy.”

“And somehow you expect me not to.”

His hands move to cup your face, thumbs stroking back and forth over your cheekbones. “I don’t expect anything of you, sweetness. I can't, because it wouldn't be fair. But it doesn't change the truth that you don’t leave my thoughts. When I'm gone, every free second I have is spent thinking about coming home to you.”

Except coming home often means adding to your worries. There’s not one instance in the time you’ve known him that he has returned to you without bruises at every stage of healing scattered across his body. But you don’t speak of them. Neither do you speak of the split lip, cut eyebrow, sliced skin, and the worst of them: the hole in his arm that was shoddily stitched up, leaving a permanent reminder of the secret life he keeps from you. 

Often, when he is asleep, you run your finger over the raised skin, simultaneously thankful that he made it back from such an ordeal and cursing that he left to begin with. Then, from the twisted mess those feelings cause in your head, you find that your pain at seeing him hurt always develops a branch of anger.

Despite all of the blows you know he takes, you're not quick enough to stop yourself from throwing one of your own. “Assuming you’ll be able to come home at all…right?” 

His eyes widen before they squeeze shut. Sharp jawline sharpens more as teeth clench. Thorn takes a deep breath, then proves that his forehead resting against yours is all it takes for your anger to fizzle. 

Wrapping your hands around his wrists, you finally allow the tears to spill. They pour with abandon, overwhelming you the way a tidal wave might overtake a small ship in its ocean.

“I know whatever you do is stupidly dangerous,” pushes through your sudden sobs and sniffles. 

“That’s why I don’t tell you what it is,” he whispers as his nose nudges yours. “But I’m careful, sweetness. I’m careful because of you.”

Your lips freeze from the tears that reach them. The salty liquid under the chilled air bleeds away all moisture until his mouth claims a kiss. Not soft, not sweet, but beautifully burning. And from that burn, you find your calm. From familiarity, you find peace. From him, you find home. 

When you separate, your breaths form a puff of heat that shoves away the cold. “I won’t let you down,” he promises. “And I’ll be back before you know it.”

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A/N: there is very likely going to be a part 2 to this, assuming people would want to read it.

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[bitchinbarzal]

right where I belong | A.Fantilli

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You were so sure he’d go to Anaheim, 2234 miles from Columbus and away from you.

“I want to go to Columbus” Adam mumbled as he played with your fingers, the silence of Yost Arena surrounding you.

“You’re not going to Columbus” you laugh

“Why not?”

“Because You don’t want to go to Columbus for you! You want to go for me, for Luca” you sigh “You don’t need to follow me to Ohio”

You’d accepted a position on their Public Relations liaison after graduation and now that graduation was looming over your head.

“What’s so bad about wanting to be with you?”

“I don’t want to hold you back, Adam”

“You aren’t-“

What was supposed to be a night of last goodbyes and love was the night you broke up with Adam. Coming to the realisation you were holding him back from his full potential.

He was heartbroken, you were too but it helped to get away. Go to Ohio.

Nick and Kent welcomed you with open arms, back with your boys. They listened to your heartbreaking sobs in Nick’s spare bedroom while you watched Adam popping up everywhere on social media in the run up to the draft.

The organization had invited you to sit at the table with them during the draft. You had the night off while your colleagues would do the brunt of the work.

Leo Carlsson, that’s who the organization had planned to take. You knew everything about that kid, the PR office of the blue jackets spent weeks studying him.

That’s why the table went into frenzy when Anaheim took Carlsson.

You looked over at the Fantilli’s in the stands, Luca’s face showing shock but Adam’s never faltered. His head held high, looking straight on.

The table were all shouting at one another while the Public Relations team were tapping away frantically

“We didn’t prepare for this, I don’t know anything about Fantilli! Not enough anyway-“

“I can do It” you mumbled, picking up your phone.

“What?”

“I can do It” You repeat “I know Adam, probably better than he does”

Nobody asked questions, there wasn’t time. Two minutes was up.

You walked up with the team to the stage and stood with a smile on your face.

“The Columbus Blue Jackets organisation are proud to select, from the University of Michigan, Adam Fantilli”

The cheers interrupted him before he could finish, you couldn’t see Adam for the bright lights in your eyes until he walked up onto the stage.

Once he looked at you, your smile faltered for a moment before you continued clapping.

You had the jersey in your hands and passed it to him, urging him to turn around and you’d take his suit jacket.

He let you, once it was off you read the back of his waistcoat. The names of people who’d helped him along the way.

And along the top you read as the jersey slipping over his head

momma • dad • luca • y/n

You let out a breath and try to hold in your emotions, Adam’s suit jacket held tightly between your hands as he shakes hands and poses for pictures.

Exiting off the stage you walk behind, careful with your step but still by the last step your heel catches on the metal and you take a stumble only to be caught by someone

“Falling for me already?”

You look up at Adam, smiling down at you.

You don’t say anything, just looking at him before you pull him into your arms. His arms eventually wrap around your waist and you feel him exhale a shaky breath into your neck.

“I’m so proud of you” you mumble and he nods

“I told you I’d be a blue jacket” he quips.

You laugh “nothing can stop you, eh?”

“Not when you’re in the equation… by the way we’re back together now I’m going to Columbus”

His assertiveness makes you laugh, the tears in your eyes falling now “Yeah, ok whatever you want baby”

“Are we supposed to be doing PR stuff?” He asks and you nod “Yes, yes we are! They want to know about this suit and-“ you stop when you look at the inside of his jacket and spit a picture of yourself.

It’s just you, not the two of you. You’re wearing a blue jackets jersey with the name Fantilli on it, a gag gift you’d gotten him once you got your job at Columbus.

“Adam…”

“You, my girl are the proud owner of the first ever Fantilli Blue Jackets jersey and I needed that with me tonight” he mutters, brushing the hair out of your eyes and behind your ear.

“You, Adam Fantilli are a blue jacket”

“I am right where I belong, wherever you are”

He closes in to kiss you, but before you can you’re interrupted by Luca running over to you both and shouting “He did it!”

You smile at the two, while Adam looks somewhat annoyed for a split second you squeeze his hand

“We’ve got all the time in the world now don’t worry about it”

[dragonagegayz]

Reflection Ruesday

@alystrin03 tagged me to do this and YASSS I love these work in progress games and just all the little games that make their rounds in our lil community and its all so <<<333

So bust out an oldie that is just sitting collecting dust cause I was writing for my GW Skunch character but then I created Oz then Bas and well I have a fever and the only thing that can solve it is more Oz and Bas so sorry Skunch

But here is a part I was working on for a planned long-form series I probably won't ever finish or go back to but that's ok, I am called to greener, hornier pastures

But here is the work for my Rookanis piece, with my Rook that is TOTALLY not a complete and utter self insert... 👀👀👀 SFW surprisingly lmao

If there was anyone who deserved a night out, the First Talon of the Crow’s and the former leader of the Veilguard were the perfect two for one. Not that Lucanis and Rook were particularly outgoing people, they much preferred to stay inside, being in each other presence with a book in hand, or a glass of wine, a cup of coffee, or each other in hand (usually it devolved into being in each other’s arms, at least by the end of the night). So it was a little unusual when the elf had approached the Crow with a proposal to go out. “We never really go and do stuff, we couldn’t before with the whole saving the world thing,” Rook had said, the smile on his face was a tease, probably a response to the awkward smile Lucanis knew he must have been wearing. “But now we can, and I think we should if only to try it out and see if we like it or not,” That made sense and the assassin was more than willing to agree, willing to do anything to please his lover.

Now though he felt some level of regret as he searched through his clothes for an acceptable outfit he thought would woo Rook. They had separated after their late afternoon coffee where his Warden had mentioned the potential date, Lucanis had to return to some duties he needed to finish and then got home to find an outfit while the other went to go shopping, saying he didn’t have anything to wear for such an occasion. (The Crow had tried to give the Grey Warden money but he had refused, something about how a man should be able to pay for his own clothes. Lucanis still managed to slip a full coin purse into the man’s pocket as he gave a final kiss goodbye). When he had arrived home to find something, he knew Caterina’s eyes were following him throughout the manor though she had something nothing to him directly. Illario had been much more upfront.

“Eh, going somewhere fancy cousin?” He asked as he barged into the other’s room, hands on his hips as he looked around the now mess of clothes thrown all over Lucanis’ room. His cheeks burned under the scrutiny of the other Dellamorte. “Rook and I are going to the Diamond tonight,” The First Talon grumbled, throwing aside yet another jacket he found too old-fashioned, I mean who did a half-loop stitch anymore? There was a knowing chuckle from the other as he crossed his arms, a judgemental look on his face as the disgraced Crow looked around the room. “And it is going… well?” It was a tease, meant in good nature but it had only served to make the other assassin more irritated. “If you are only here for unwanted comments, you can go. I need to be there in an hour and your drivel isn’t going to help me find something suitable,” he snapped earning a fake, offended gasp from the other. “Oh cousin, I’m so hurt,” He threw a hand up to his forehead, leaning back with the other hand clutching his heart. “My fragile heart can’t take the abuse,” Lucanis just rolled his eyes, going back to the closet for another root around of something suitable for his lover and the title of First Talon, he had to keep up appearances after all. He could still feel Illario’s eyes on his back, it felt a lot like when they were teenagers growing up, screaming at his cousin to get out only to be met with just out of the door frame but still in staring distance. A look behind his shoulder confirmed as much. With a purposely overtly dramatic huff, Lucanis went to slam his door shut when the other’s foot caught it right before it could close.

“You are never going to find anything, I know your style. Let’s just say it’s less than… formal,” Another teasing smirk. Lucanis could perfectly picture Rook’s face in response, that confused head tilt and scrunched face. He tended to pull that face when his cousin was talking, much to the First Talon’s amusement. “I don’t prefer to look like a roaring peacock, no,” He snipped, throwing another jacket to the side.