#henry deaver fluff

[emmyrosee]

Emmmyyy, your works on The Kid have been giving me such intense feels, which lead me to this thought. What would happen if you were in the hospital? Maybe it was a car accident, something that would warrant you to stay in the hospital overnight. How would The Kid find out? Who is the primary contact? Would he go to the hospital or wait for you to return home? If he ended up going, how would he react to seeing you hurt? How would you react to him being there? What would he do once he saw you? So many questions, I apologize for bombarding you with this mass of angst! - 🦋

WOAH.

W O A H.

EXCUSE YOU HOW DARE YOU DO THIS TO MY HEART

I feel like The Kid, in times of serious problems where you can’t be there with him, can really hone in on the part of him that remembers “the before,” and he gets a really, really strong shell that just keeps him grounded as you usually would, if you were there.

Like he can order himself an Uber. He can check in at the hospital, letting them know he’s your lover and he was with you just before. He pulls out all the things Henry Deaver used to pull out before his life changed. And if they send him home, he does go home, makes the bed, something to eat, and warms up some clothes for you to be comfortable when you get back.

He has the ability to shell up and be a “man,” but the minute you’re stable? The minute you give him your weak smile and call him close? Forget it.

He’d just collapse by your side, sobbing and nuzzling into you gently as to not agitate your injuries further, sniffling and whimpering saying “I was so scared... you scared me...”

And when he has to put up that shell? Like when he has to zone in and be strong for you, it takes a lot out of him. You’ve taken such good care of him, sometimes he forgets how to do it, or that he can do it. And whether you’re at the hospital or at home, he curls up next to you in his small little ball, an arm around your leg or waist and he settles into the warmth of your skin, relishing in your soft carding of his chocolatey hair, making sure to be touching you no matter what as you both doze off.

He’s just..... I love him so much 😭🥺

[sir-skarsgard]

Thank you again 😊 And now, if you don't mind, can I make another request? It can be a second part. After the kid tells Victoria he likes affection, she gets the habit of kiss his neck and he loves it. So, he starts to kisses her neck too and just loves how Victoria melts in his arms when he does that 🥰

Of course! Sorry again for how short the previous chapter had been, I’m lame ☹️😣😅

Anyways, yes!! Absolutely!! We all love neck kisses, especially from tall, puppy men!!

Prompt/summary: Victoria picks up a new habit of kissing the kid’s neck, hoping he gets the hint and starts to kiss her neck in return 

Word count: 850

Warnings/contents: Fluff 

Notes: I’m so sorry it took me so long to get it up (that’s what he said 😂😂) I just couldn’t figure out how to write it 😅 and I’m so sorry, I’m really trying to make these longer, but I can’t get my brain to make more up for the chapter, like the useless, emptiness it really is 🤣 regardless, I hope you enjoyed this and it met your expectations, or even a little bit, of what you wanted 

Victoria had been more affectionate with the kid after finding out that he liked her affection. She’d curled up against him on the sofa, wrapping her arms around him and kissing his cheek. She’d hold his hand and rub his knuckles, and compare hand sizes a billion times a day. She’d lay her head on his lap and use his legs as a pillow for a mid-afternoon nap. 

It was about a week later before she started getting into a new habit. She’d cuddle up with the kid, wrapping her arms around him, and she’d press a soft kiss to his neck. Sometimes more than just a single kiss. 

The kid loved it, though. Her soft lips against his neck, even if it was just for a moment. It made him warm on the inside, especially if the two of them were making out, with her sitting on his lap, and she’d leave open mouthed kisses along his neck, he’d melt. 

Victoria loved it when the kid kissed her neck, and part of her was hoping now that she had started doing it with him, that he’d pick up her on habit as well and start kissing her neck more. 

Currently the kid and Victoria were spending a nice long Saturday together, watching movies and tv shows, and cuddling on the sofa. It was a chilly September afternoon, and Victoria was shivering all morning. She cuddled up with her boyfriend underneath a blanket to warm up. 

The kid had an arm wrapped around her, relaxed into the couch, his head laying on top of hers, which was rested on his shoulder. He played with her hair, or petted her shoulder, while she kept her arms around him, the blanket pulled up to her shoulders and laid just across his waist. 

Victoria let out a yawn, as she was half-asleep, watching Monsters Ink. and spacing out every few minutes. Tiredly, Victoria pressed a soft kiss to the middle of his neck. The kid smiled lightly, pressing a kiss to the top of her head in return, and keeping her close while she fell asleep in his arms. 

About 30 minutes into the nap the kid decided to lay down. He had to move slowly and carefully, holding Victoria in his arms and laying backwards, his head on the armrest, one of his legs off the sofa, his arms around her waist, his hand gently running his fingers up and down her spine over her hoodie to soothe her back to sleep as she stirred. 

She awoke not more than 10 minutes after he moved, yawning and snuggling against his chest. A soft chuckle came from the kid as he pecked her head again. 

Her lips rubbed against his neck as she mumbled something underneath her breath. 

“What?“ He asked softly. 

“I‘m cold,“ she whined, burrowing her face further into his neck. The kid tightened his arms around her. 

“Come closer.“ She didn’t really even pick up the joking tone as she snuggled even closer, nudging herself further up. Eventually she leaned up, her hands on the sofa and his shoulder, blinking hard and yawning quietly. “Did you sleep well?” He asked, his hand cupping her face and rubbing her cheek. She nuzzled her face into his hand and hummed. 

“Yeah,“ she murmured, keeping her tired eyes shut. The kid leaned up, pecking her soft lips. She smiled against his mouth and pressed a sleepy kiss to his bottom lip, The kid separated his mouth from hers slowly, kissing along her jawline. Victoria hummed when he kissed her neck, slowly leaving a trail of open mouthed kisses like she did to him, the vibration of her hum along her throat meeting the kid’s mouth. He continued to leave kisses all along her neck, around her throat, and gently gripping her lips in his large hands. 

Eventually he stopped, leaning away and looking up at her. She held an utterly satisfied look on her face, the dopey smile looked permanent. Her eyes met his and she looked down, still smiling, and tilted her head to the side slightly. 

“I love you.“ She whispered. The kid sat up, so she was forced to sit more in his lap than on his hips, and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. 

“I love you, too.“ 

~ 1 week later 

Victoria was in the kitchen, making dinner for both her and the kid. He was in the shower for some part, then came out near the end of her cooking while she put the meatloaf in the oven and went back to making the green beans and rice. The kid walked over, wrapping his arms around her waist and snuggling his damp hair onto her cheek. He kissed her neck, feeling her body lean against his as he did that. 

Whenever he kissed her neck she would basically melt into him, and he loved it; the feeling of her body relaxing into his, her hands wrapping in his larger one’s. He loved it; he loved her. She was special, and he’d never let her go. 

[beachbabey]

Beachbabey’s Misc Fic Rec.

Updated: 22/04/22

Mature (smut/horror, triggering) - (M) | Fluff (F) | AU - AU | Angst - (A) |  Hurt/Comfort - (H/C)

Please check out all the writers I have mentioned and leave them feedback, remember, reblogs do more than likes🧡

Marvel

Cuddle Bear by @wokeupinawalnut (Loki) (Bucky) (Poly) (F)

Shadow Monster!Peter Parker by @giorno-plays-piano (Peter Parker) (Yandere!AU) (F) (A)

Nine Years Starved by @therenlover (Helmut) (H/C) (A) (F) (M)

Howling Commando Tattoo AU by @navybrat817 (Stucky) (AU) (Poly) (A) (F) (M)

Depths by @kleohoneyao3 (Stucky) (Poly) (AU) (A) (F) (M)

Blizzard by @lavendercitizen (Nomad!Steve) (Yandere!AU) (A) (F) (M)

Avengers Body Positivity Ad by @marvelous-avengers (Avengers) (F)

Again by @all1e23 (Stucky) (H/C) (A) (F)

Broken by @fanfic-scribbles (Stucky) (Poly) (AU) (H/C) (F) (A)

Alter by @kleohoneyao3 (Stucky) (Poly - future?) (AU) (A) (F) (M)

Stevie and his dovey by @belovasbrat (Stucky) (Poly) (A) (F) (H/C)

sweet boy winter by @belovasbrat (Bucky/Winter Soldier) (F)

May The Fourth Be With You by @swellwriting (Peter Parker) (F)

Oscar Isaac

Triple Frontier (Santiago Garcia)

Homecoming by @astroboots (Santiago Garcia/Reader/Frankie Morales) (Poly) (A) (F) (M)

Home by @absurdthirst (Santiago Garcia/Reader/Frankie Morales) (Poly) (A) (F) (M)

Bloom by @charnelhouse (Santiago Garcia/Reader/Frankie Morales) (Poly) (A) (F) (M)

All dressed up with nowhere to go by @raincityruckus (Poly!AU) (AO3) (M) (A) (F)

Feliz Navidad by @pintsizemama (Frankie Morales/Santiago Garcia) (Poly) (F)

Oxytocin by @lorecraft (Benny/Santiago/Reader) (Poly!AU) (M) (F)

Moonknight (Steven Grant/Marc Spector)

Red Flags by @astroboots (Steven Grant) (M)

In a while, crocodile by @bowieandqueen11 (Steven Grant) (F)

You're not broken by @full-time-make-believer (Steven Grant) (F) (A) (H/C) 

Devotion by @laters-gators (Steven Grant) (F) (M)

Steven Grant Cuddling Headcanons by @bowieandqueen11 (Steven Grant) (pure fluff holy fuck im crying)

Star Wars (Poe Dameron)

Sawbones by @agntofhydra (Poe Dameron) (Soulmate!AU) (A) (F) (M)

Soothing Touch by @spector-marc c (Poe Dameron) (M)

Invisible by @writefightandflightclub (Finn/Poe/Reader) (Poly!AU)

Inside Llewyn Davis (Llewyn Davis)

Quite the pickle by @aellynera (Llewyn Davis) (F)

Bootlegger by @madswritingvoid (Llewyn Davis) (F)

General Masterlists/Misc

anything by @budcooper

anything by @writefightandflightclub (Captain of the team is in my head 24/7)

anything by @spider-starry

anything by @pintsizemama

Oscar Isaac characters - tummy kisses by @anetteaneta

Mornings by @dameronology (Star Wars)

anything by @wyn-n-tonic i

Pedro Pascal

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian)

Naked by @missdictatorme (Din Djarin) (A) (F)

anything by @wyn-n-tonic

I See You by @writefightandflightclub (Din Djarin) (H/C) (F) (A) 

Bautiful by @oliviajdjarin (Din Djarin) (F)

Breathe by @oliviajdjarin (Din Djarin) (H/C) (F) (A) 

Said and Done by @dindjarindiaries (Din Djarin) (F) (M)

Ni Ceta Par Gar (I Kneel For You) by @dindjarindiaries (Din Djarin) (F) (M)

Helmet Hair by @lowlights (Din Djarin) (F) (M)

Haircuts by @hdlynnslibrary (Din Djarin) (F)

"Why'd You Stop" by @letterfromvienna (Din Djarin) (F)

Kair'ta by @bee-dameron (Din Djarin) (F) (M) (A)

Frankie 'Catfish' Morales (Triple Frontier)

Feliz Navidad by @pintsizemama (Frankie Morales/Santiago Garcia) (Poly) (F)

Homecoming by @astroboots (Santiago Garcia/Reader/Frankie Morales) (Poly) (A) (F) (M)

Home by @absurdthirst (Santiago Garcia/Reader/Frankie Morales) (Poly) (A) (F) (M)

Bloom by @charnelhouse (Santiago Garcia/Reader/Frankie Morales) (Poly) (A) (F) (M)

Bill Skarsgård

when the twilight is gone, you come into my heart by @stevesharrlngtons (Henry Deaver/The Kid) (A) (F)

wherever i'm going - i'm taking you with me by @stevesharrlngtons (Roman Godfrey) (A) (F)

anything by @emmyrosee - I've linked their Masterlist for Bill's characters (anything poly?? i'm dead, deceased, i simply shut down ma'am thank you for ur service)

forevermore by @skrsgardspam (Bill) (F) (M)

Sound and Colour by @skarsgard-daydreams (Henry Deaver/The Kid) (F) (A) (H/C)

Willard fluff by @emmyrosee (Willard) (F)

On The Run by @emmyrosee (Merkel) (A) (H/C) (F)

Matthew Gray Gubler

literally anything by @notanotherreidgirl

Little Cherry Book by @fruitoftheweek (Spence) (F) (M) (HOLY FUCK PLEASE READ THIS IM-)

Edge of my seat by @itsnsfwalways (MGG) (M) (F)

Personal Image by @imagining-in-the-margins (Raymond) (H/C) (A) (M)

Little Mix Up by @uselessastheginlasagna (Spencer) (F) (H/C) (A)

plushie talk by @specialagentsergio (Spencer) (F) (H/C)

What Plot?!? by @moon-light-jukebox (Spencer) (M)

Chipped by @writing-in-april (Chip) (F)Satisfaction Guaranteed by @imagining-in-the-margins (Chip) (F) (A) (M)

Daniel Bruhl

Garden of Eden by @bruhlsbees (Alex Kerner) (H/C) (A) (F)

Always and Forever by @creme-bruhlee (Alex Kerner) (H/C) (F) (A) (M)

Lover's Dance by @creme-bruhlee (Andrea Marowski) (H/C) (F)

[ill-skillsgard]

Not Perfect - Henry Deaver x Mistress

Warning: 18+ smut/mentions of cheating/mature themes/strong language/spousal conflict. **mentions of impregnation and fertility issues in this part**

Note: Hello wonderful people! This will be the second-last chapter of HxM :O This one is written from Henry’s POV, as requested! I have enjoyed all the prompts and discussion and theories surrounding this series and thank everyone who joined in from the bottom of my heart. It’s been SO much fun. I’ll make sure the finale is long and jam-packed full of smut and fluff, since the last few chapters have been rather sad and angsty. So much love to you all. Enjoy!

Read past Henry x Mistress imagines here > Masterpost

I tried to keep myself from bothering her while she was in the shower, but my impatience won. To be fair to her, I let twenty minutes go by before I knocked on the door. When she didn't answer, I cracked the door open and smelled her vanilla sugar body wash suffusing the vapour.

"Sweetheart?"

She took a few seconds to answer, "Yes?"

"Just wanted to check on you. Will you be much longer?"

"Why?"

"I have a surprise for you."

Another long pause before, "I'll be out when I'm finished, Henry." 

Fuck, fuck, fuck, I thought. She's pissed. Back at the office, she seemed fine, but I assumed, after a few hours rolling around with the sour news, she'd come to a different conclusion. I had something prepared to soften the blow, as I suspected she might take it harshly.

When she came out with her hair still wet, wrapped in a thick robe, her eyes avoided mine. Instead of waiting for her to come to me, I got up and cornered her in the kitchen, but when I touched her shoulder, she shrank away.

"Honey... Is everything okay?" I asked.

She looked up at me like I was a stranger. I touched her cheek, and her eyes dropped. This was something new. I'd never seen her react with anything but joy when I grazed her skin. She must have been angrier than I thought.

"Hey, what's the matter?" I asked her.

She took in a sharp breath through her nose and shrugged. "Nothing. Why?"

"Well... I don't mean to poke, but... It seems like you're upset with me."

She shook her head and turned from me to open the cupboard. The bottom cabinet was empty, and I watched her stretch up on the tips of her toes to grab a glass from the second shelf where she couldn't reach. I chuckled and took down a cup for her, but she didn't look at me with her customary smile or even a glance.

"Baby... I'm sorry, okay? I know you're mad at me about the job thing, but... I mean, I warned you something like this might come around. And I promise I'll find you something just as good, maybe even better."

She filled her glass with ice from the freezer, nodding, lips sealed in a line. I frowned and tried for her hand, but she evaded my grasp by ducking into the fridge for the water pitcher.

"Please, sweetheart. I can't stand it when you're cross with me," I groaned.

"Sorry," her voice came out stunted. She drained half the ice water and cleared her throat, still unwilling to lock eyes with me.

The stale way she addressed me filled my chest with a sensation I'd long forgotten. I hated to say it, even if it was only in my head, but the way she stood off reminded me of how Mary would greet me at the beginning and end of each day. This brought on a wave of nausea I could not shake. My stomach twisted into knots too complicated to untangle without her bright smile and words of assurance. 

"So, what's the surprise?" She asked. 

I blinked from my anxious state. "I'm glad you asked, beautiful. You up for a car ride?" 

"Hmm, not really, but I guess I have no choice." 

"Aw, don't be like that. It'll be fun! I promise. Can you be ready to go in half an hour?" 

"Sure," she said, turning from me to get dressed. 

The closer we got to the hotel, the more curious the look on her face grew. She'd travelled to this place a hundred times before, and the familiar surroundings brought on a lot of questioning glances. I answered each of them with a smile, trying to get her hand to hold or touching her leg when I could. We pulled into the lot and went inside to check-in. 

"What are we doing here?" She asked in the elevator. 

"You'll see." 

I unlocked the door to our room and ushered her inside, where I had champagne waiting on ice and rose petals sprinkled over the bed and floor. 

"Why did you bring me here, Henry?" 

"It's the room where we first... You know. This is where it started."

She'd already had a look around and decided she wasn't impressed. Crossing her arms, she turned to me with heat in her eyes. "You mean to tell me you took me back to the room where you first cheated on your wife? Is this supposed to be some big romantic gesture? Because it's a little obtuse."

"Sweetheart, no!" I scoffed. "Don't look at it like that. This is where I fell in love with you! Right here, in this hotel, I saw you and wanted you in my life. Just looking at your face made me want to fix myself. And, maybe I didn't go about it smartly, but can you blame me? A beautiful, intelligent, caring person like you... I couldn't let you get away or risk you meeting someone else and losing my chance."

It started in her eyes. The inevitable wave of tears shrouded her irises, bleeding onto her cheeks. Then her whole face crumbled like a wall of sand washed away by the tide. I watched, horrified, as she dropped onto the love seat and hid her face behind her hands, shoulders convulsing.

"Henry! What's wrong with you?" She sniffled.

I sat next to her but she pulled away. "Hey, hey! What did I do? Honey, I thought we had an agreement about the job?"

"It's not the job!" She sobbed. "It's everything else. It's you. You're... A fake."

Then it was my turn to act shocked. "Excuse me? What on Earth are you talking about? I'm not... I'm not fake. This is exactly how I feel. I've wanted to do this for ages."

"You're a cheater," she whispered.

"It's a little more nuanced than that. You know what I was going through!"

"No. You've cheated on me. Mary told me what you did when you went to speak to her. She said you slept with her to get out of the suit... So she would drop the negotiation. You fucked her."

My blood turned cold in my veins. "I absolutely did not do that! What do you mean Mary told you I fucked her? That's positively absurd. When did you speak to her?"

"She tracked me down after work today. She waited for me in the parking garage... Said she wanted to warn me about you. The real you. Then I called the lawyer's office to verify if she'd dropped the negotiation, and she did... Just like she said."

I slid off the love seat and crawled before her, grabbed her knees, hands, forearms... Anything she'd let me touch. "No. No, no, no. That did not happen! She just said that to piss you off. To turn you against me because she has no other moves. Don't you see? She's throwing every stone she has, hoping to break something. Baby... I'd never do that. Never!"

"But you cheated on her. On your wife. Someone you gave a ring to and made all the same promises as you're making to me."

Heat and water stung my eyes. I blinked away my fiery tears and tried to make her look at me, but she wouldn't pull her gaze from the wall.

"Mary despises me. She made my life hell after I tried for years to make her happy. With everything I had, honey... Everything I fucking had in me, I gave to her, and nothing was good enough. Can you blame me for straying? For falling in love with somebody else? Yes, I'll admit a hundred times I didn't approach it right. I should have ended things before pursuing you. I should have called her that same night and told her I wanted a divorce, but I didn't. I made a mistake. A huge mistake. It's the worst thing I've ever done, but it led me to you, and I don't regret it for a second. I'm sorry. I can't rightly sit here and say I wish I didn't drink with you in this hotel that night."

"She told me you cheated on her before then."

I produced a scoff from my gaping jaw. "Of course she did! Anything to disparage me... Sweetheart, I never cheated on her before then. I'm sure she thinks so, but nothing could be further from the truth."

"Why would she make that up? She said you and your colleagues are all known for it."

"I don't know. Fuck, I don't know! Don't you see what she's trying to do? She wants to drive us apart! I never touched her that day when I went to talk with her. How could you possibly believe her?" 

"That's not all Mary told me." 

I'd had enough of the misinformation and let her eyes follow me to the other side of the room where the champagne bottle sweated, and so did I. There was no reason for me to be nervous. I knew the truth—it was only a matter of making her believe me. But what if she didn't? What if she bought Mary's pack of lies and I lost her? 

I'd undone my marriage with a lie. There was no reason another well-placed deception couldn't shatter us too. I understood what she meant about the room being an obtuse decision. There I was, standing where I'd first kissed her, on the brink of her telling me goodbye. Full circle. I deserved this. 

"What else did she say? That I have a porn addiction? That I fuck hookers? You know... Just because some men I've worked with are involved in sex scandals doesn't mean I am, or was, or support them! I've been clean and straight-laced my whole life. You know this, sweetheart. You know me. I'm not the type!"

"It's hard for me to know what's true. On the one hand, you're sweet and shy and an amazing boyfriend, but on the other... You're a cheater. No matter how you break it down, you have the capacity for deceit. And if you cheated on her, who is to say you won't cheat on me?"

To hear her doubts pouring from her lips and eyes brought me to my knees before her once again. I swallowed my galloping breath, choking down the acrid taste of desperation. She had to believe me.

"If that's what you believe, then what do I do next?" My voice teetered on the question. "Do I help you pack your things and let you go back to your place? Should I give up? Is there a point to me begging? If you say there is, I won't stop until you believe me. I'll do anything."

She sat quietly while I sat back on my haunches, imploring her to look at me. Another tear rolled down her cheek, and she sighed, shaking her head and pressing her fingers against her forehead.

"So you're saying that everything she told me is a lie? You didn't fuck her to get out of the suit? Even though she rescinded? You never cheated on her before you met me?"

While she laid out her questions like instruments of torture, I waggled my head in denial.

"There was no incident in Thailand with your colleagues? You never once betrayed her trust even in the slightest way?"

"No. No, no, no, no, no. Never. You gotta believe me."

"Then you're not sterile like she said?"

"No, no—" My tongue turned to stone in my mouth. A great chill came over me, cascading down my spine, spreading along my ribs like needles of hoarfrost. I couldn't feel my hands, though they shone with sweat. Suddenly, I couldn't hear. A piercing tone muffled her voice, unable to penetrate my punching-bag head filled with wet cotton. My legs buzzed like static, asleep under my weight, and immovable. Top-heavy, I clutched the arm of the love seat and tried not to pass out. Deep breaths. Deep, shaking, useless breaths.

"Henry?" She asked, gripping my shoulder. "Are you okay?"

She spoke through a film, voice echoing distantly as I tried to recover, but I only sunk deeper into catatonia. A gun had fired, deafening me to everything but the pain sizzling in my ears, spreading through my limbs. For an excruciating minute, I thought I was in the grips of a heart attack.

"Henry!" Her voice came back with point-blank clarity. I looked up at her reddened face, and she gasped.

"You're white as snow, Henry! Are you all right?"

"I..."

"Don't move. I'll get you some water."

She filled a glass in the kitchenette and brought it to me, but my lips pasted shut. I couldn't move my hand to take the cup.

Then I broke.

Tears like drops of sun bled from my eyes, blinding me. My throat opened, shuddering first from the groan building in the bottom of my stomach. I shook once, my whole body whipping, and then I was on the floor. I don't remember her lifting my head nor weeping in her lap as she hushed me and combed my hair. There was only pain. Deep, years-old pain I never knew existed.

Somehow she moved me to the bed and stripped me of my jacket. The ring box must have slipped out of the pocket in the process. I saw it on the bedside table once when I managed to open my eyes between bouts of tears. She stroked me like an injured dog, panting and convulsing in agony, and continued pushing air from between her teeth.

"Henry, you're okay. You're fine. Just breathe. Breathe for me, please."

By the time I recovered enough to speak, the ice in the bucket melted into a pool and the champagne bottle's label peeled off, sodden bits orbiting the glass. Crushed rose petals stuck to our clothes. The sun was long gone. She shifted me gently off her lap and went to turn on the light. I winced, eyes still bright red from crying. When she returned, she stood at the foot of the bed. I'd curled up, helpless and exhausted, but finally unfurled my limbs and sat up.

"Henry... Are you all right?"

I wished to forget, to start the day over from sunrise when we'd nuzzled each other in bed, but if I could rewind time, I wouldn't stop there.

I took in a long breath and sighed. My stomach grumbled emptily as she watched me like I was a baby bird who'd fallen from its nest and didn't know what else to do with me besides watch me squirm.

"It... It all makes sense now."

"What makes sense?"

"What you said... What she told you."

"But you said it was all lies. Do you mean—?"

"No. Those were lies. And I'll spend the rest of my life trying to prove it, but..." My throat closed up again. I fought off the emotional tide with a series of deep breaths, and she was patient. "I remember that day so clearly."

She angled her head in question, and I continued. "We failed. Over and over. We tried to have kids for a long time. At some point, we went to get some tests done to see if it was us. I had an important trip around the same time, and she assured me I could go, and she would phone me with the results. So, I left and never got her call. I thought nothing of it, chalked it up to difficulty reaching me."

She came around the bed, sat down and took my hand. "What did Mary tell you?"

"Nothing," I murmured. "She told me the results were inconclusive... That we'd had a major bad luck streak, and it could have something to do with her cycle—she wasn't always regular—but they didn't know for certain. There were other tests they could run to determine why we weren't conceiving. Mary told me not to worry, to focus on work because we were about to land a deal that bought us our current building and that we could keep trying until..."

"What if it's not you? What if it's her?"

"It's me. I know it is."

"But if everything she told me is a lie, why wouldn't she lie about that too?"

I shook my head. "It just makes too much sense. Mary's qualms were never with herself. It's always me. I'm the useless one—the sackless one. She knew she had an atom bomb in her arsenal, and she waited for the precise moment to drop it. That's what she does. She knew how badly it'd hurt me if you were the one to tell me I can't..." My voice tapered off.

"Hush now. Let's not think about this anymore."

I buckled again, this time on her shoulder. My eyes stung with salt again, running thin down my beating cheeks. Her hand crossed her body and carded through my hair as she soothed me with gentle assurances. I wiped my face dry and remembered the ring on the table. 

"I was supposed to ask you to marry me tonight," I admitted. 

"I thought you were going to wait until the divorce was finalized." 

"Yes, that's right. But I couldn't wait. All I can think about is making you my wife."

"I don't think anyone on the planet has ever been fired by and proposed to on the same day, by the same guy," she giggled. "That has to be one for the record books." 

"It's been a rollercoaster for both of us." 

"So?" She gave me an expectant look. 

"So what?" 

"Are you going to propose to me, Mr. Deaver?" 

"Right here? In this room? You said it yourself, this was a poor choice of setting. I should have taken you elsewhere. Cairo, Las Vegas, Vancouver... I should have booked us a beautiful room somewhere in the mountains and made love to you first. Not brought you back to the old job you hated and cried all over your blouse."

Suddenly, she swung off the bed, snatched up the ring box and circled. I followed her, fearing the fate of what lay inside the royal purple velvet. 

"Fine, Henry Deaver. If you don't propose to me, I guess I'll just have to propose to you." 

"Oh, no, you don't. No, no. You can't deprive me of this! I've wanted this for a long time," I said. 

"Well, you blew it. So, now it's my turn," she knelt next to the bed and opened the box without looking inside. The diamonds twinkled along the band, catching every remnant of light left in the room. My emotions got the better of me again, and I had to crush another tear before it burned a trail down my face. 

"Henry," she began. "I know you've made mistakes, and you've paid for them. And I apologize for letting someone's vengeance blur the way I see you—"

"Sweetheart,"

"Quiet, please. Let me finish," she said, brows drawing together. I curled my lips around my teeth and clamped down to keep from flapping. "Look, I don't want you to think you're not worthy of forgiveness. You are. Even if you acted out of desperation, out of hurt and loneliness and perhaps a bit of spite, you are a good man, and everyone knows it. I knew that before we ever spoke more than you ordering coffee. I mean, who the hell tips twenty on a two-dollar cup of coffee? Who feeds a whole row of parking meters, so people don't get ticketed? Who refuses a blowjob because they don't want to be an inconvenience?"

We shared a laugh.

"Please, get off your knee at least," I offered my hand.

She climbed onto the bed and sat next to me, finally taking a look at the ring inside and closing her eyes to keep from welling up. "I won't ask how much you spent on this."

"It's best not to," I supplied.

With a sigh, she leaned her head on my shoulder and passed me the box. "I don't believe what Mary said, and I was foolish to even entertain her lies. I know you truly loved her and wanted a family. I'm still just having an issue understanding why she threw that away. Because you can't have children? In this day, there are ways."

"She was never quite right for me. Her religion is her biggest determiner, but... It's not all her fault. She had a rather stringent upbringing. Lots of scripture, and even more punishment. I knew that about her before we got together. I thought I could show her what happiness was like."

"I hate to say it, but I'm glad she drove you out because now you're with me, and I can show you what happiness is like."

I clutched her close and notched her head under my chin, stroking her hair and breathing in her fresh scent as she circled my waist in her arms.

"You already have. More than I ever knew was possible. Every moment with you is like I'm winning the lottery over and over. When I wake up and see you next to me, it's like I never opened my eyes, and you're just an angel in my best dreams."

"I love you, Henry," she whispered.

"I love you too," I replied, snapping the ring box shut behind her.

She sat up and looked at the purple velvet containing her engagement ring, then up at me with big, curious eyes. I set it aside and took her hands.

"Let me have a do-over. I can't propose to you today, in this room, after all this crying. It's not perfect."

"What if I propose to you first?" She asked, snickering.

"It won't count if you don't have a ring," I replied.

"Who needs one to ask the person they love to marry them?"

"As a pre-engagement gift to me, I'd like nothing more than for you to let me propose to you properly. When the time is right."

"Somewhere in the mountains?"

I smiled softly and caressed her knuckles. "Yes, somewhere like that. Maybe under some palm trees, or out in the middle of the ocean under the stars. Or we can go sky-diving, and I'll propose to you at ten thousand feet."

"I'll go up in a plane with you, but I am not jumping out of it!"

"Fair enough. Bad idea," I laughed. "However I do it, I want it to be perfect."

"I know, Henry."

"Not on the day I fire you or in the room where we first kissed."

She squeezed my leg. "I understand the sentimentality you were going for and I appreciate it."

"Thank you, but you're right. It was a terrible idea. Can you forgive this colossal misstep, my love?"

"Consider it forgotten. And Henry—?"

"Yes?"

"We'll have our family. One way or another. You will be a father to several wonderful children," she said.

"Several?" I feigned an exasperated breath.

"At least two. A boy and a girl. Maybe three, if we can handle it."

"Oh, and what's the third one? Another boy?"

"We'll see... But probably another girl. Just saying!"

"I'll take whatever I can get."

[snarkwrites]

-- masterlist -- archived, 2020

[18+ advised ] This is going to be long af. I’m going to do my best to put everything - all my writing on this blog, in one goddamn place, but I make no promises, so forgive me in advance. Below the cut is everything I’ve written and posted, for every single fandom I’ve written for so far. If [mature] or [suggestive] is present in the title/post, 18+ only. If you’re looin for y/n here, you won’t really  find it. I prefer to use oc’s in writing most of the time because it’s easier for me.

** the titles in bold and not linked I either haven’t written or I’ve lost the link for. jsyk. I do that so that when/if I get around to writing something, it’s already got a place. It’s weird, I’m weird.**

If you want to be on the taglist for my writing, you can find that [here]. If you want to know what I write / how often I write and stuff like that, my faq/about post is [here]

--𝔸𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟 ℍ𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪

[ 1984 ]

 xavier plympton - cherry popped | spring | mature.

--ℂ𝕊𝕀

[ Miami ]

eric delko - tba | fall/winter | mature.

tim speedle - perfect | spring | mature.

[ Vegas ]

greg sanders - tba | fall/winter | mature.

-- 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖

[ Avengers ]

bucky barnes - slippery when wet | winter | mature.

captain america - choke me | winter | suggestive.

pietro maximoff - faster, baby | spring | mature.

[ Guardians Of The Galaxy ] 

starlord - eat me | spring | mature.

[ Venom ]

eddie brock - milf isn’t a bad word | spring | mature.

-- ℝ𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕕𝕒𝕝𝕖

archie andrews - tba | summer/fall | mature.

jughead jones - tba | summer/fall | mature.

reggie mantle - yours  | summer | mature.

sweet pea - selfish | summer | mature.

--𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕆𝕗 𝔸𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕪

juice ortiz - needed me | spring | mature.

--𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

billy hargrove - tba | summer/fall | mature.

jonathan byers - surrender | summer | mature.

steve harrington - wet | summer | mature.

steve harrington - disaster | summer | mature.

--𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝

dean winchester - tba | summer/fall | mature.

kevin tran - tba | fall / winter | suggestive.

sam winchester - tba | summer/fall | mature.

-- 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

embry call - tba | summer/fall | mature.

jacob black - found you | spring | mature.

paul lahote - tba | summer/fall | mature.

-- 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕪 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤

matt saracen, remember you young by thomas rhett | angst & fluff / reunion

-- 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

jonathan byers, i think i love you | fluff. two best friends admitting their feelings for each other. an au take on my oc pairing with Steve Harrington, so an au of an au oops rip.

steve harrington, blindsided | fluff and awkward cute first kisses,ftw.

-- 𝟙𝟚 ℝ𝕠𝕦𝕟𝕕𝕤 𝟛: 𝕃𝕠𝕔𝕜𝕕𝕠𝕨𝕟

jon shaw - galentines / be my valentine - ex lovers, drinking tw, intense fluff.

-- 𝔸𝕞𝕖𝕣𝕚𝕔𝕒𝕟 ℍ𝕠𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕣 𝕊𝕥𝕠𝕣𝕪

[ Apocalypse ]

michael langdon - moon dance - a witch and her dance under the moon captivates Michael Langdon. sexual tension, ftw.

-- 𝔸𝕣𝕣𝕠𝕨𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖

[ Legends Of Tomorrow ]

ray palmer - back where you came from - time travel, mutual crushes

ray palmer - bachlorette party gone wrong or right - flirty first meeting at a bachelor party

ray palmer - villainesses want heroes - a good guy with a bad girl? more likely than you think. 

-- ℂ𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕝𝕖 ℝ𝕠𝕔𝕜

 dennis zalewski - photo booth montage - angst / hurt comfort, major character death & mourning, ghosts.

the kid / henry deaver - you were different - alternate universe personas reunite, intense makeout ensues.

--𝔻ℂ ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔

[ Suicide Squad ] 

captain boomerang - expecting someone taller - first date / blind date.

-- 𝔽𝕣𝕚𝕕𝕒𝕪 ℕ𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥 𝕃𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥𝕤

 landry clarke - if i only had a brain | someday my prince will come - tutor turned friend turned crush. kissing and stuff.

tim riggins - wedding bell blues | so this is love - a wedding brings two people closer and the end result is Riggins, settling down.

tim riggins - voice like honey - tim flirting with a new girl in Dillon? the chances are more likely than you think.

-- 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔

[ Avengers ] 

bucky barnes - girls,girls,girls - bucky’s omega likes to dance. and to offer herself up as bait. bucky doesn’t like this... intense heated conversation ensues.

captain america - no selfies in the bathroom please? - oh, nothing but Steve Rogers and an OC flirting over the phone. Innuendo towards the end if you squint.

[ Punisher]

 frank castle - patient of the week - patching up Frank isn’t the only thing she longs to do. A kiss is shared.

-- 𝕊𝕙𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤

lip gallagher - wedding crasher | the nanny and the professor - lip and his girl and their ups and downs. They go from him crashing her wedding drunk to the two having a night of domestic bliss.. and a kid. mildly suggestive the second part is.

-- 𝕊𝕠𝕟𝕤 𝕆𝕗 𝔸𝕟𝕒𝕣𝕔𝕙𝕪

juice ortiz - crow flies | rough rider | treat you as good as my leather - snippets from the relationship between juice and my OC, Hazel Teller.

juice ortiz - glass houses | throwing stones - more from relationship between Juice Ortiz and Hazel Teller, tbh. 

-- 𝕊𝕥𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕖𝕣 𝕋𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕘𝕤

billy hargrove - let the days go by - flashbacks to a first meeting as an OC mourns Billy’s supposed death post S3.

jonathan byers - should’ve been a better shot - Tommy H’s girlfriend (not Carol, an oc) is getting more than a little sick of being Tommy’s property. Kissing Jonathan Byers seems like a good way to end that and to let jonathan know that she likes him a lot. Fluff/humor, warnings of Tommy H being his usual asshole douchenozzle self.

steve harrington - glass houses | throwing stones, this is set in the now main au timeline I have for Steve Harrington and my original character Charlotte Granger.

-- 𝕊𝕦𝕡𝕖𝕣𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕦𝕣𝕒𝕝

crowley - the witching hour - just a father/daughter heart to heart with Poppy. family bonding ftw. [ goes with pop goes my heart tangentially]

dean winchester - pop goes my heart - poppy gets under his skin in all the wrong ways AND all the right ones. 

dean winchester - gingerbread family - the boys find themselves waking up to Christmas as a totally normal family. How will they react to the things they find themselves able to do at last?

sam winchester - heaven knows - his guardian angel only wanted to protect him. now she’s been banished to earth and she’s mortal. and they wind up flirting / getting closer.

sam winchester - candy apple kisses | gingerbread family - sam never forgot about her. maybe that’s why as a result of a wish he and dean may or may not have both made, he wakes up to find himself married to her.

-- 𝕋𝕙𝕖 𝕎𝕒𝕝𝕜𝕚𝕟𝕘 𝔻𝕖𝕒𝕕

[ The following ones are all part of this huuuuge everchanging universe/storyline that I have with BOTH men, for my OC Evie. In some, she’s with Daryl, in others, Shane. They’re all wildly canon divergent and all over the place, lmao.]

daryl dixon - watch the world burn [married au] | a vision from a sugarplum fairy | garden by the sea  - a series of alternate takes / twists and moments between my OC Evie Grimes and Daryl Dixon.

shane walsh - scream queen [reunited lovers au] | sweet morning rose | you and your high horse - a series of alternate takes/twists and moments between my OC Evie Grimes and Shane Walsh.

-- 𝕋𝕨𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕘𝕙𝕥

jacob black, one day more, angst | 

-- ℂ𝕣𝕚𝕞𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝕄𝕚𝕟𝕕𝕤

derek morgan x -being roommates with | 

-- 𝕄𝕒𝕣𝕧𝕖𝕝 ℂ𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔 𝕌𝕟𝕚𝕧𝕖𝕣𝕤𝕖

sam wilson / falcon x - dating falcon | 

CSI MIAMI;

tim speedle [ d m y ] | [ b o u ] | [ c e k ] | j w x | l f | 

STAR WARS;

kylo ren [ k l r ] | 

CSI: Las Vegas;

t r o u b l e | greg sanders x Sidle!Sibling OFC, Belle | genres : suspense/action, romance / fluff, hurt comfort, angst, slow burn | chapters : [ one | two | three pt1| three pt2 | four | five | soundtrack: here | warnings: slow burn, attempted murder tw, murder mentions / crime mentions tw, eventual smut/sexual content tw, [ discontinued to be rewritten ]

CSI:Miami;

m i n e | tim speedle x former lover!OFC, Sylvie | genres : suspense/action, romance/fluff, hurt comfort, angst, slow burn | chapters : [ one two pt 1 two pt 2 three three pt 2 ] | soundtrack: here | warnings: slow burn, crime / stalker tw, other themes and eventual smut/sexual content tw, [discontinued to be rewritten]

Riverdale;

gangsta | sweetpea x Andrews!SiblingOFC, Alyssa | genres: teen angst - drama, suspense, hurt comfort, romance, slow burn | chapters: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - eight - nine - ten- eleven - twelve - thirteen - fourteen - | soundtrack: here | warnings: fighting / swearing, sexual tension, awkward situations & eventual smut.. your typical high school overdramatic bs. Bit of an au because I only plan to loosely follow the series. | [ discontinued to be rewritten ]

Sons Of Anarchy;

home | juice ortiz x Teller!OFC, Hazelynn | genres: action / suspense, hurt/comfort, angst, slow burn, romance, smut | chapters: one - two - three - | soundtrack: here | warnings: slow burn, heavy sexual tension, violence and other adult themes, alcohol / drugs / illegal activities, sex worker ofc tw, sexual content eventually | [ being rewritten to be reposted soonish ]

Stranger Things;

upside down | steve harrington x OFC, Jenny | genres: teen angst - drama, suspense, hurt comfort, friendship, fluff, action, | chapters: one - two - three - four - five - six - seven - | soundtrack: here | warnings: fighting / swearing, sexual tension, awkward situations & eventual smut... your typical high school drama + science fiction-y type misadventures,lmaoo. | [discontinued to be rewritten]

[babyboy-cody]

REQUESTSSSS 🥴

Okay peoples!! Hi how are you guys doing?? I haven’t been keeping up with my writing schedule cause I’ve lost motivation to write 😤🥺

BUT I’ve been reading other people’s works and they’ve literally helped me come back into the realm of writing. Like it’s unreal how talented they are,,,🥵

I will start writing about Bill Skarsgård and his gorgeous characters (Roman, Axel, Henry Deaver/The Kid, Mickey, Mark, Henry Pearl) because a certain someone *cough cough EMMY* made me fall in love with him allllll over again 🤧🤧🤧🤧

With that being said, PLEASEPLEASEPLEASE send in any and all requests 🤧 A girl is desperate for some juicy ideas,,,,heart wrenching angst, soft fluff, FILTHY SMUT 🥴🥵🥺

I am open to writing about threesomes, foursomes, FIVESOMES 🥴🙈🤭 ANYYYTTHHIIINNGGGG PLEASE,,,I have some thangs in my drafts 😉😏

Alright kiddies,,,,I will be continuing tonight, but right now at this moment, don’t be afraid to send me your darkest desires about any of Bill’s and Cody’s characters 👀 👅

I LOVE YOU AALLLLLLL

[darling-i-read-it]

Promise

The Kid x reader

Word Count: 2119

Warnings: None?

Author’s Note: I got very tired of saying ‘The Kid’ so I started saying Bill (due to it being Bill Skarsgard ofc) so I hope that doesn’t get in the way of your reading! Another thing is that I didn’t go along with the latest episodes in his identity, so this is placed somewhere just after the kid got out of Shawshank. Also, I will probably be writing more about him being (SPOILERS) Henry so PLEASE REQUEST THAT IM BEGGING YOU I LOVE HIM and I’m posting just after the latest episode because I feel like we need this out there

Request: By @lxnathelxciddreamer , Can I get some fluff with The Kid from castle rock (it’s ok if you don’t wanna do it)

Summary: Henry drops of The Kid for the night so that he can get some stuff done and The Kid ends up really liking his hostess.

Genre: fluff

Song: Innocent by Taylor Swift

(not my gif)

When Henry Deaver knocked on your door at 11 at night after not speaking in 10 or so years you were a tad surprised. Rightfully so.

He apologized out front and you asked him to come in because if Henry is back in town he must be here for a good reason. He shook his head and glanced back at the car parked on the side of the road, probably his.

“What do you need Henry?” you asked. He and you had been amazing friends even after he went missing for a few days. It didn’t really matter that it had been so long, you would still probably do anything for him. You weren’t like Molly Strand who you had seen around school sometimes but not much after Henry’s disappearance, who had a major sort of crush on him. You and Henry had really just been really good friends. He took a deep breath.

“I’m about to ask something of you that you do not have to do because it’s a huge favor okay? Hi by the way,” he muttered. You smiled.

“Hello Henry. I ask again, what do you need?” He took another deep breath.

“You’ve heard about the man in Shawshank? They found down there?” you nodded.

“Oh my god Henry did you get him out?” you whispered.

“Sorta. They just kinda let him go? Listen that’s not the point. I can’t have him near my mom and Molly can’t have him with her. I was wondering if you could..I don’t know-”

“Sure. Can I meet him first?” Henry was surprised that you jumped on top of it. He nodded quickly and turned to the car. You waited by the door as Henry leaned into the car window and then opened the door. A very tall man came out. He was tall and looked lean but strong and he seemed incredibly, horribly lost. You met them halfway down the driveway and went to introduce yourself a kind smile on your face.

“Y/N, this is him.” You nodded at Henry and smiled once more back up at the tall nameless man.

“Come inside please. It’s a pleasure to meet you sir,” you told him and gestured for the two of them to come inside. The man walked past you and inside, hestient at the door and then careful on the floor boards. You turned to Henry.

“I have to go back to my mom. You’re gonna be alright?” he asked. You nodded with a grin as you glanced back at the man.

“What’s his name Henry?” you asked. He sighed.

“He hasn’t said. I don’t think he remembers. He doesn’t talk a ton so don’t get discouraged. I’ll come see him tomorrow,” he said. You nodded.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Say hi to Mrs.Deaver for me?” you asked. He nodded as he got back in the car. You turned on your heels to the house and saw the kid standing there, watching Henry go. “He’ll be back tomorrow, no worries. Come on I’ll show you where you can sleep.” You walked toward where you held your guest bedroom but the kid didn’t follow you. He was still looking around the house. You turned back to him with a confused look.

“Your house?” he asked quietly. You nodded.

“Yep. Been my house since the first grade,” you said fondly. He nodded and followed you through to upstairs. When you entered the guest room you let him go in first. “This is where you can sleep tonight and however long you’re staying. Theres food downstairs and some clothes that will probably fit you in the drawer here.” You pointed everything out as you said it and he followed your gaze. When he didn’t say anything you turned to leave.

“Y/N?” he whispered. You turned around with a smile. He was looking over the piano that was in the corner of the room.

“That was my brothers he played a bit. The piano if that’s what you-” But that was what he meant. He was hovering his fingers over the keys and started to click a few. It hadn’t been tuned in a while so the notes sounded a little flat but he placed both hands down and managed to crank out a beautiful melody. You stood, mezmorized. When he finished he looked back up at you expectantly. “That was amazing,” you told him. He smiled at you and it was a eerie smile but you seemed to remember that he hadn’t smiled at you before so you took it.

“What’s your name? I mean Henry said that you don’t remember what it is but I mean if you could remember? I mean what do I call you?” you asked, your words jumbled into sentences to convey your thoughts. The kid looked at you with blank eyes and you decided he probably wasn’t gonna say anything. He probably didn’t remember. “Can I call you something or would that bother you?” you asked softly. He eyed you carefully. You sat on the bed, finger on your chin as you hummed and tried to think of a name.

“Hum...how about George?” you asked. He shook his head violently. He sat down on the bed beside you. “Ben?” He shook his head again. “Eddie?” you asked. He shook his head again. You sighed. “Bill?” He nodded carefully.

“Bill,” he decided. You smiled and got up.

“I’ll see you in the morning Bill. My rooms just down the hall, first door on the right. K?” He nodded. You smiled at him and turned to walk to your room.

It was pretty late and you were already pretty tired so you decided to go lights out and crawled into your bed, closing your eyes again. Your mind wandered to the man just a few doors down from you and where he had come from. Maybe he really was just lost. Maybe, he knew exactly what was going on in this town.

That’s it.

You fell asleep.

---

When you woke up you were suddenly very aware of a presence in the room. When you saw the tall figure you screamed, scared out of your mind for a moment until you realized who it was.

“Bill, it’s-” You glanced at the clock by your bed that lit up a shining green time “3:30 hon, what do you need?” you asked, wiping the sleep from your eyes. He pointed out the room and you squinted at him in confusion.

“The door,” he whispered. You got up, throwing your bed covers off you and hissed at the coldness of your hardwood floor. You walked past him and to the door. Someone was knocking on it. At 3:30am. You turned back to Bill who was just behind you, following you closer than your shadow. You tried to look through the peephole and saw nothing, the darkness of the world masking whoever was out there. The knock came back, harder and faster this time and you jumped back, bumping into Bill who caught you by the shoulder before you could knock the both of you over. You mouthed thank you and turned back to the door, hand shaking on the knob. When you twisted it and swung the door open you took a deep breath, grabbing Bill’s arm tightly in fear. The door opened and a women stood there. She looked past you and at Bill, seemingly relieved to find him here. She was older than anyone you knew personally.

“I’m gonna have to take him with me miss,” she said. No hello, no how are you, just stating she needed to take this grown man with her. Bill didn’t protest really but he didn’t move your hand off his arm.

“Who are you?” you asked defensively. She sighed, not expecting you to ask her a question.

“Theresa Porter.” The new warden up at Shawshank, your mind told you. You stepped in front of Bill.

“He was released from that place which you wrongly held him in in the first place, so unless you plan on charging him for something he’s not going anywhere,” you protested. She wasn’t the police she couldn’t charge him for anything but you never know. Bill eyed you suspiciously, you could feel it on you but you didn’t look over at him. Theresa Porter sighed.

“Can I speak with you alone Miss.Y/L/N?” she asked. You glanced at Bill who shook his head softly.

“Anything you need to say to me can be said in front of the man we’re discussing,” you argued. She sighed.

“He doesn’t know anyone Miss.Y/L/N. He’s better under our care up there,” she spoke. Bill watched her.

“He knows me. And Henry Deaver and Molly Strand. He isn’t alone up here Miss. Please just leave him alone,” you reasoned. She sighed and looked at you with soft eyes. She didn’t seem to want to fight you about this and in a way she looked almost, sorry for you?

“Okay. Here’s my card. We’ll take him when you want to get rid of him,” she said, handing you a small plastic card. You took it and shut the door, throwing the card on the table as you turned around.

“Won’t be needing that. You okay? Do you know why she wanted you?” Bill shook his head carefully but was still eyeing you.

“Why?” he asked softly. You furrowed your eyebrows.

“Why what?”

“Why keep me?” he asked. You laughed a little.

“You’re a human being Bill. You don’t get to be ‘kept’. You get to be free and if you wanna be kept then you ask a girl k? Don’t worry about it she’s a creep anyway.” Bill smiled at you and you smiled right back. You then yawned and rubbed your eyes. You were so tired. So so tired.

“Go to sleep,” Bill whispered. You shook your head and sat on the living room couch.

“Not yet I have to make sure she leaves. You never know with the workers up there..” you trailed off. Bill sat beside you, stiff and lanky.

“Sleep is good for you,” he protested. You rolled your eyes but then yawned, only adding to his idea of sleep. You sighed and grabbed the blanket that Bill was handing you. He smiled lightly at you as he watched your eyes shut. As he turned to leave you, you groaned. He turned and you smiled at him shyly.

“Maybe you should stay with me? You never know what those Shawshank guards will do to get you back. I think it’ll be safer,” you told him, trying to be convincing. He smiled again and walked up to you, sitting down by your legs. You watched him as he sat and you pulled up your coffee table so that he could level his legs and you put your head on his lap. He put up his legs and placed a hand on your head, rubbing your temples.

Let’s just say you fell asleep pretty fast after that.

You woke up suddenly when you heard a loud and rather violent knock on your door. You rubbed your eyes and stood, letting Bill stand up beside you. You opened the door, blanket still drawn around you to Henry.

“Hey Y/N, how’s The Kid?” he asked, slight worry in his voice. Bill walked up behind you.

“I like Y/N,” Bill told Henry. Henry grew wide wide eyed and looked at you who just shrugged, sleep still overtaking you.

“We gotta go,” Henry said, still staring at you. You shrugged and turned to Bill, a faint smile on your face.

“Do I have to?” Bill asked. You hugged Bill around his waist, to short to reach his top half.

“I’ll see you later,” you mumbled against his chest. He hugged you back.

“Promise?” he asked. You nodded and let him go.

“Promise.”

@swanky-batman

[romance-sick]

Chapters: 5/? Fandom: Castle Rock (TV) Rating: Not Rated Warnings: Major Character Death Relationships: The Kid | Shawshank Prisoner & Dennis Zalewski Characters: The Kid | Shawshank Prisoner (Castle Rock), Dennis Zalewski, Henry Deaver, Molly Strand Additional Tags: Mpreg, Alternate Timelines, Rough Sex, Some Fluff, Mentions of Infertility, cute husbands, pregnant Kid/Henry Deaver, graphic birth, major death, Miscarriage Summary:

The truth was he wanted this child; he had always wanted it. And now, it was all he had left.

CHAPTER 5 NOW POSTED!!

[emmyrosee]

50 on the types of kiss with The Kid🥺

“What are you doing?” 

The small voice amid the silence didn’t scare you, though it did make you snap back to reality from drowning in your ocean of work and bills. The pounding in your head refused to let you rest, only growing with each passing hour due to the stress.

“Just catching up on some bills, baby,” you say quietly, not wanting him to worry. The Kid always got stressed when you got stressed, crying when you cried, and you didn’t want to cause even more of a heaviness in his mind; despite him being very in tune with your emotions as it was, you didn’t want to make anything worse.

There’s a catch in your breath from the tears of anguish that threaten to spill, one that forms from being watched by your lover, but you repress it as much as you can, the acidic burn in your throat testing you to cry out from the sensation.

The shuffling of slippers across your floor makes shrills flutter up your spine, and when a gentle hand cups your cheek to tip your head, you follow its guiding touch, waterline gathering tears when your eyes meet his mismatched, soft irises.

“I love you,” he whispers, placing a chaste kiss to your lips. Unable to fight it, you let out a desperate sob into the kiss, but his gentle lips continue to try to peck yours reassuringly.

It’s not like him to be like this, forward in his affection and feelings for you, though The Kid has always been able to calm you down better than anything else.

“I appreciate you... and everything you do for me...” he moves his lips to trail down your jaw and to the sensitive spot along your neck. You gasp around a sob, his lips suckling gently, but enough to rouse a deep warmth to bloom through you. 

“Come on... let’s go relax,” he whispers, warm breath arousing goosebumps along your skin. “I’ll show you how grateful I am for you...”

(#50- A kiss, followed by more that trail down the jaw and neck)

[emmyrosee]

you know how a service dog can like sense when people are upset and they come to them and whimper or nudge them with their snout to make them feel better? that’s how i imagine the kid comforting you, like he can sense that you’re upset and curls you up in his arms and asks you what’s wrong basically i want one 🥺🥺🥺🤧🤧

THIS.

He doesn’t like feeling in the air, the tension or the look on your face, and even though he doesn’t know how to fix it, he sorta.. comes up next to you and nudges his nose against your arm before pushing himself though, looking up at you with those mismatched eyes; or, he wraps his arm around you and lays his chin on your head, concealing you from the world.

“I don’t like you sad,” he whispers sadly. “Come here... let’s cuddle and relax for a bit.. please?”

[emmyrosee]

showing the kid music that isn’t as soft as he likes and you start with lady gaga. baby would be so confused omg i live that soft boy

UGHHH THIS IS SO CUTE😫😫

He would probably be so confused but slowly, he starts to bop his body up and down subtly to the beats, smiling happily and sweetly when she sings. He really loves “Born This Way” and “Lovegame,” but his favorite is “Million Reasons” because she’s quieter.

He also starts to fall asleep to Stevie Nicks and Fleetwood Mac, her voice just always is able to coax him to a state of calm 🥰🥰

[emmyrosee]

i wanna curl up in the kid’s jacket 🥰 like the cozy fluffy plaid one he wears it just looks so soff n warm 🥺🥺🥺

UGHHHH YESSS

Poor baby probably gets super duper cold super easily, so he almost always has it on.

But one of his favorite things to do, especially when you’re cold, is to open the jacket and let you slip your arms through the arm holes and cuddle against him, all nice and warm and snuggly🥰

UGH. Sweetie baby🥰

[emmyrosee]

I see u write for the kid 👀 how do you think the kid would react that the reader knows how to play the piano? Would he try to copy her, would he ask her to play a song whenever he felt off? I’ve had Doug Hammer piano songs on repeat and my recent obsession with the kid has got me thinking of fluffy things 🥺🌸💖

AWWWW🥺🥺

I feel like The Kid’s love for the piano runs deep; as we learned in the show, he knew how to play and the sound brought him some comfort.

And despite his ability to be able to play, he will take your melodic rhythm over his own. He loves sitting next to you and laying his head on your shoulder, smiling softly at the gorgeous sound that plays.

Sometimes, if you’re lucky, you catch him playing- but once he caught you and it turned him skittish and shy for a while. So you’re much more careful about it now.

Piano is one of the few ways to The Kid’s heart and trust, and you’re sure to savor it and indulge him in it often.

[emmyrosee]

My jaw hurts and I want my koala..... I mean the kid.

Mood🥺

The second he sees you in any sort of pain, his first instinct is to just completely latch himself on to you, sheerly based on the fact that your hugs and kisses make him feel better.

And it does help you feel better, in a few ways. Just knowing that he loves you so much it becomes his one and only priority to make you feel better.

He’s a good boy🥺❤️

[emmyrosee]

Kid doesnt sleep walk, he paces, because the cage was only so wide so you wake up sometimes from being cold only to see kid pacing back and forth, never walking further than a certain measurement because of instinct.,. Also he sometimes paces under a light fixture thats too low and after hes laid back down and then woken up in the morning hes got some bruises that need lovin .

Okay- #1, The idea of Bill the kid being too talk for normal human things is my kink and my absolute pleasure.

#2 you’re hurting my heart and I don’t like it. Poor sweetie boy just mumbles as he walks like a programmable robot back and forth in a repeaded stride. Some nights it’s in squares. Often it’s circles. But it’s always just a contained, rhymic walk.

If you try to guide him to bed, he almost always smack his head on the over head light, letting out this pathetic, sad little whine of pain as his face pinches. When you finally get him into bed, he just curls up and gets into his normal stance of ‘curled into your side’ and just sleeps like that.

In the morning, he’s got a nice bump and headache, pretty much rendering him gone for the day🥺

[emmyrosee]

if you're not super overwhelmed with requests rn, could I please request some size kink with the kid? like not necessarily in an overtly sexual way (okay maybe kind of in a sexual way hehe), but more in a fluffy "I'm so big but you're so small and you do everything for me so I must shetler and protect you in return" kind of way? (also sidenote, but I've been on a kick of reading your work and I'm so in love).

UGH YES I LOVE THIS

(Also.... thank you for your support. I’m so glad you’ve been liking everything🥺💕)

But like... this is so fucking cute-

when you’re both inside your house, he’s totally under your control, following around like a needy puppy rather than a 6′4 man who could break a table in half if he felt it looked at you the wrong way.

And outside? The possessive, dominant way comes back. Your hand in his as you walk, his eyes focused on the surrounding areas as if he were a body guard. He only will walk with you if he kept you on the inside of the road or sidewalk, away from the street because you’re so much smaller than him that it’s almost hard for him to not imagine how fragile you’d be compared to him. 

Maybe you’re not even that short, given your environment- he’s just excessively tall. That doesn’t register to him; all he thinks is “small=precious and protect with everything”

and like... let’s just say, for example... if we were to go into sexy detail... those big ass hands just caressing you, making you squirm under his touch and it almost overwhelms you in a way, because there’s just so much of him to handle that it just feels so good.

“am i doing good?” he says, almost teasing at the loud moan you released. 

“So fucking good,” you assure. “You make me feel so good, baby.”