#i had to do something. the ache in my chest just felt especially deep today.

[youphoriaot7]

"But if all the eggs were there, where was Techno?"

See that small house up on the top of the Wall? That's the one; surrounded by vines and crows and field after field of potatoes.

What, didn't you wonder where Philza was today?

Old friends have a lot of catching up to do. And it's best done over some farmwork.

[aka-indulgence]

Got a oneshot! Have a fic where Sans rejects your romantic pursuits with a happy twist ;)

CW: Flashback section containing Sans’ ex, where he wasn’t having a good time

(Sans & Gender Neutral Reader)

Sans doesn’t know what he thinks about the whole romance thing after a disastrous start. What happens when a precious friend confesses?

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It wasn’t entirely unexpected.

Sans didn’t think much of it when you came that day. Sans would often usually invite you over anyway, though today you were first to ask him if you could visit. Which was fine- he’s never as comfortable with anyone else as much as he was comfortable with you. (Maybe Papyrus, but even then there were things Sans wouldn’t tell his brother because he didn’t want to burden him with problems that Sans would rather burden himself with.)

You were laughing. He always loved it when you laughed.

“so i told him: paper-thin skin? buddy. pal. i ain’t got skin.”

You were in an uproar, slapping your knee. “Oh my god! I’d give the world to see the look on his face,”

“oh yeah. definitely unforgettable. man got so red faced he looked like he was gonna burst. he then stomped out like an angry toddler.”

You were giggling, before the both of you fell into a silence. That was a normal part of conversations, Sans was used to it. Especially with you, the silence was never unwelcome. But this time… something felt different. The air has shifted. Your carefree expression had changed into something more contemplative. He wasn’t sure what it was, then. Or maybe, he just didn’t want to read too deep into it.

You spoke up.

“... Hey Sans? Can I tell you something?”

Why was he nervous?

“... yeah?”

“It’s… um. Give me a second…” you laughed nervously. “Haha, sorry, I feel a little sick.”

Sans’ brows furrowed. “what’s up? you ok..?”

You huffed. “Ok. Yeah. Sorry for ruining the moment? But uh… it’s been on my mind for a while, and I have to tell you. I hope you’re ok with me saying this but. I like you, Sans. Kind of… a lot?”

… Ringing. Sans hears ringing. It feels like something in his soul crashed.

“... Sans?”

Sans wasn’t there. His mind was somewhere else.

“i just… i just don’t know if i like you in that way…”

Her face broke into despair. She wouldn’t look his way. She didn’t even say a word to him.

“w… wait. why are you… where are you going?”

“I can’t be here.”

It was years ago. Monsters had lived on the surface for about a year. She was one of Papyrus’ friends, and their first meeting had been wonderful. It still leaves an ache in his chest when he thinks about it now, how hopeful he was when he met her. She was fun, always got Sans involved in social events, always found her way towards him when he was sitting on the sidelines while Papyrus took the stage.

“hey i wouldn’t recommend the punch.”

“Why not?”

“y’see, i like funny things. and that thing… it ain’t got a punchline.”

“... Are you seriously punning?”

“i think i’m being funny.”

“Hah, that’s so stupid,”

She was laughing. But when Sans thinks about it now, maybe it was a pitying one. Sans wasn’t one to judge, puns didn’t win everyone over.

She quickly became a regular in his life, the first human friend he’s made since the surface, one that seemed more interested in him than his brother. She would even pout and joke when Sans didn’t give her enough attention which was cute, at the time. It was easy introducing her to his friends, with how often she tagged along with him.

She would put her arm over his shoulders, hug him, get so close to kissing but miss… Sans never initiated, but only because he wasn’t much of a physical person to begin with. It was nice to have someone so affectionate with him.

He really liked having her in his life.

And then… came that fateful day.

“I was going to wait for you. But you never asked me out.”

“what do you mean…?”

“I know you’re smart, Sans. I’ve been obvious. I just don’t know if you even like me.”

He didn’t know where this had come from. He was suddenly put on the spot, struggling to give her an answer, an answer that he knew she wanted. But Sans was lost.

“i just… i just don’t know if i like you in that way…”

“...”

She was stoic. She was upset with him, she left him alone in his room after he brought out the games he was hoping to play together. Had he made a mistake…? Was he really that dense? Was he just terrible with commitment?

She… she deserved better.

So he decided to fix it. At least, he thought he was fixing it. Though it turned to be a decision Sans would regret soon after.

He showed up at her door the next night. She hadn’t responded to his texts, his calls. Not even Papyrus’. He felt guilty, like he ruined something perfectly good.

i can’t lose her.

Sans was starting to panic if she maybe had left- then the door opened. Sans soul shook when he saw how her face fell when she saw his face. She was going to retreat back into her room.

“w-wait! please listen to me,” His hand was at the door. “i… i made a mistake. you’re important to me, ok? and i think i want… to be with you.”

His soul sung when she finally looked him in the eyes. There were tears in hers, but she was smiling, and he was happy to have her hugging him again. The tension snapping was a relief. That he saved himself. But even then he wondered… why did it taste bitter to say those last few words?

It… didn’t last long. More and more of Sans’ time was taken up by her, which… should be a good thing. Couples should spend lots of time together, right? But he didn’t have time for his friends anymore. Everytime she went out, he needed to come with.

“Sans, you smell like ketchup.”

“oh… yeah, i put too much on my hotdog.”

“Come on, you need to eat something better. People keep telling me you smell like grease.”

“... really?”

“Yeah. Here, I got you new clothes. Crisp!”

“oh… thanks.”

“Get ready, I’m planning to go at six.”

He was becoming active. He was going out every day, he wasn’t locking himself in his room.

It was for the better, he told himself. She brought out the life in him.

… Sans always thought he was intuitive. He was the best at reading people. He’s the judge. It came to him like breathing.

But apparently, he had been blinded. He had a hard time trusting himself. That maybe his gut feeling was wrong.

“SANS…”

Papyrus had found him alone during a party, having escaped to the bathroom. His sockets had bags under them. His face was dripping with water. He just… needed to rest. Without anyone else around.

“ARE YOU ALRIGHT?”

“yeah… i am. just needed to freshen up is all.”

Papyrus looked so… sad. He hadn’t seen his brother frown so deeply, in a way that made Sans feel guilty.

“SANS. I KNOW YOU FEEL LIKE YOU NEED TO PROTECT ME FROM YOUR FEELINGS EVEN THOUGH I DON’T NEED YOU TO DO THAT BUT… YOU HAVEN’T LIED SINCE WE SURFACED, AND NOW IT’S BACK. AND I THINK… YOU MIGHT BE LYING TO YOURSELF AS WELL. BROTHER… WHAT’S THE MATTER?”

Sans was getting sloppy. He looked away from him, to the mirror- he couldn’t handle that sorrowful look on Papyrus’ face. All that did though, was force him to confront his own expression. His signature smile wasn’t even there. And Sans couldn’t muster the energy to bring it back.

“I DON’T WANT TO PRY, IF YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE, BUT… Could This Have Something To Do With Her?”

Sans should’ve said no. Denied it. Told Paps that everything was fine and he was just… just overwhelmed. But he didn’t.

“i… maybe. i…” He exhaled through his phalanges, staring at the bottom of the sink. “i don’t know if i love her, pap. at least… romantically. i’m… i’m trying paps, i’m trying, i should- she deserves to have someone love her. i want to love her.”

Papyrus finishes his thought for him.

“BUT YOU DON’T.”

“... no.”

Sans felt horrible. He felt like he was leading her on. But Sans really thought that he loved her. He did! He cared for her!

… But not in the way she wanted.

And Sans didn’t want to pretend anymore.

“What did it? Did… did you find another person??”

“no. it’s nothing like that.”

“Then what changed?!”

She was shouting. Sans didn’t like the shouting. She never took kindly to him giving anyone- anything else attention. Sans tried to fix it, at first. He thought he was the problem until he got the messages asking him where he was, why he was so absent.

“nothing has, it was just a lot of little things. i’m sorry. i don’t love you in that way.”

“... How could you say something so horrible!?”

It was a good thing they hadn’t moved in together. She had insisted on moving, and that was one thing Sans could put his foot down about. He has a couple of old shirts and pants at her place from the nights he’s stayed, but nothing he’ll miss much. Lots of them were clothes she approved. It smelled like perfume. Even when he thought he was in love with her he thought moving together then was too fast.

She blocked him. Cut him out. Told her friends how Sans didn’t try hard enough when she put in the effort. Sans was never a crier- but he was in tears, hiding in his room. He would talk about it with Papyrus, but right then, he didn’t want anyone to hear. He wanted to throw his phone, he wanted to scream at her. He loved her! Maybe- maybe he never wanted to date her, maybe, if they hadn’t they’d still be friends but she always just… took too much.

It was nice when Papyrus chose to cut her off, to show support for him. It was ironic, even though Sans was the one she always chased, she always seemed to be on good terms with Papyrus. Even would ask him to put in a word for her after their arguments.

Sans was fine now. No- more than fine. Sans was happy. His time with her being a mere bump during his time on the surface.

Then, not too long after, he met you.

He never realized what was missing until he met you. You gave him space, and you never asked him to change for you. You… you liked who he was, you liked Sans.

After her Sans was afraid to attach so fast but… he really, really wanted to keep you in his life. He might even like you, more than a friend would. But he wasn’t ready to start another storm in his life.

As he looked into your eyes, he felt his soul sink. He wasn’t ready for it to end.

“... i… i’m sorry,” Why was the air so hot? “i… i… hhh,”

“Huh?”

It was a little hard to breathe. Which should be impossible. He’s a skeleton… air… air literally moves through his ribcage. He isn’t… uh… what’s happening?

You were frowning. Oh no. Were you upset?

“S-Sans? Are you ok?”

Sans was gripping the couch too tightly, phalanges digging into the couch cushions, close to ripping them. Beads of sweat were rolling down his skull. He suddenly felt pathetic… panicking over you.

“Sans?”

His eyelights darted back to you, bringing him back to the present. You looked so confused… he felt so guilty.

no… i can’t do it again.

“i… sorry. i don’t… mean to panic in front of you but… are you upset?”

“About what? I’m… Sans, you’re not making a lot of sense.”

He presses a hand to his face, then takes a deep breath. His mind was in a frizzle and he had to explain to you now before he goes crazy.

“sorry, my mind is a mess right now. i… i don’t want to make you sad. but i don’t know if i’m ready for a relationship right now. and it isn’t you, it’s… it’s me. i don’t want to take away your hope or anything but… i don’t know if i’ll ever be ready for a romantic relationship.”

You blinked at him.

“Oh,”

 Sans tensed. Expecting you to explode, or cry, or yell at him, run out the house, hate him, oh god he ruined everything-

“Sans, that’s… ok?”

“...”

what?

“w… what do you mean?”

You’re confused. Sans was too. You shift your eyes left and right.

“I mean… that’s ok. I just didn’t want to make you upset is all, and w… why are you looking at me like that?”

Was he dreaming? His eyelight flashed yellow, as if he could find something. He scanned your face, your eyes, your nose- looking for a shudder, a twitch, even a pulse out of place.

Your face was neutral. Was it just hard to read you?

“you know, you can tell me if you’re upset.” Sans was telling the truth. “i can take it. i’d rather you tell me straight to my face if you are. i… i don’t want to lose you.”

You look startled at his sudden pleading, before giving him a pitiful smile. You put your hands on his shoulders.

“Sans? Can you look at me?” You asked in a soft voice.

It was difficult to look up. He knows you, you’re not the type to yell at him or to curse him for little things. He’d trust his judgment but he’s been mistaken before. Nonetheless, slowly, he tilts his skull up to you. When he does, he sees the determination in your eyes, a fierce yet gentle look.

“Sans. Believe me, I’m ok. You’re not going to lose me if you tell me no. Ok?”

“m… mhm,”

Your serious expression melts a little when you start snickering. “Sans, I… I didn’t even get to finish my sentence. I was about to tell you that I’ll understand if you don’t wanna do a whole romance with me, I’ll be fine! I think it’d be great, and I stand by saying I like you a lot. But, I also like where we are right now, and staying like this is pretty nice too. Just being with you is fun, and whether you’re my friend or my boyfriend, that’s not going to change. So… if you’re ok with staying friends after my confession, I think I’d like that.”

The static of panic started to fade away, and a feeling of calm washed over him. The relief was so potent that Sans could feel his sockets start to sting.

h… heh… i was worrying for nothing.

“yes. god, i’d like that too,” Sans wobbles, phalange wiping his socket. “i was scared that if… if i said no you’d hate me.”

“Pfft,” you snort, before you quickly covered your mouth. “Sorry that wasn’t, I’m not laughing at you. I just want to know what made you think that?”

You bump him gently on the shoulder with your fist. “I thought you knew me!”

Sans snickers, a bit more giggly than usual. “i do! i just have doubts when it comes to romance nowadays,” He sighed. “so… you’re really ok with being friends?”

“Yeah! What’s so bad about being friends anyway? As long as you’re not weirded out by me, if I still get to see you, I count that as a win.”

Sans thought the same thing. He smiled.

“yeah… you’re right.”

It was definitely a win having you in his life.

You go oof! When all of a sudden Sans tugs you into a hug, squeezing you tightly.

“i’m… i’m glad i met you.”

You take him in for a moment, before wrapping your arms around him. You squeeze him back.

“Me too.”

[aestrayla]

use me ft. gojo satoru & geto suguru

summary: after passing out, you wake up disoriented with a white haired man smiling down at you… how long have you been out for? what’s satoru doing to you?? and who’s that at the door?? ft. gojo + geto x f!reader

cw: 18+ SMUT and sexual themes. minors and ageless blogs DO NOT interact, unprotected sex, threesome, fwb, cum, oral (f! + m! receiving), cunnilingus, clitoral play, pet names (princess, angel, pretty, pretty girl, baby), mating press, praising

word count: 1.3k

a/n: bye idk how to summarise this silly fic. anyways, i wrote this at 2 am with my eyes half closed so it might be shitty idk lol.

your eyes shot open as you shakily gasped for air, the feeling of your aching legs and sweaty body snapping you back to reality as you reached out for the wrists of the man that was pounding deep inside of you. your pussy was completely soaked as his cock disappeared into you, gliding through your gummy walls.

“oh y’r back, princess. didn’t think you’d wake up yet,” he smugged.

how long had you’d been knocked out for? what time was it? your eyes flickered to the clock that rested on the wall, 5:43 PM.

you were out for almost an hour?! and even then, that was only after two whole hours of satoru making you climax after climax.

you didn’t mind helping satoru out like this— well usually. some days he wound get so pent up and needed something to ease his mind. it’s all nice and sweet to offer to take him to his favourite dessert cafe or the arcade, but nothing was better than being able to sink his throbbing cock inside of you. he insists your pussy was made for him after all.

you don’t quite remember when you had first agreed to do this for him, to be his own personal fleshlight that he could use for hours on end whenever he felt like it. though it’s not like it was a one-way street, if you were feeling lustful and needy you, by all means, had full access to him. although you didn’t quite take as much advantage of this than he did.

sometimes he’d have you to himself for what seemed like forever— times like today. i mean of course you knew how strong he was, especially because he was able to subconsciously use infinity 24/7, but you didn’t realise how much stamina and adrenaline he’d have to be able to go on round after round.

“please, ‘toru…” you whined. your body was aching all over with love bites blooming across your chest. his thrusts slowed as he leaned over to cage you under his body, warmth radiating off of him, while softly whispering into your ear, “‘m almost done princess, just hold on a while longer f’ me ‘kay?”

you whined in response as his hips began to snap faster once again. his soft pants beside your ear had almost muffled the sound of the soft click of the dorm door closing, and the tapping of footsteps on their way towards the living room.

a soft and playful hum in the corner of the room had you swerving your head back to see who it was.

“hmm? what’s going on here, satoru?” the dark-haired man queered as he slumped himself against the wall. satoru paid no mind to him, continuing to handle you and even pushing you further into the sofa.

“suguru…” you called out, “too— ‘s too much!”

he simpered at your little attempt to call for help before sighing, “satoru, give the poor girl a break. she’s not a rag doll.”

satoru chuckled, “she’s a big girl, she can handle it. besides, it’s not like it’s her first time takin’ me.”

“is she okay with that though? you sure you don’t need me to step in, angel?” geto purred with a lopsided smile.

“i can— mmn! take it!” you cried in between thrusts. your juices mixed with satoru’s cum made loud squelches as he rammed himself inside of you. small whimpers escaped your trembling lips as you pulled and tugged at his soft white hair.

the sight of the two of you moaning into each others ears while grasping onto one another, had suguru shifting against the wall as he started to groan under his breath, slightly annoyed at his growing erection.

he cursed under his breath before pushing himself off the wall, taking long strides towards you.

“mm… think you can take one more then, angel?”

your pretty eyes staring up at him while your mouth hung agape was enough to have him crumbling to his knees, though he had to keep his composure, smiling at you with an affectionate gaze.

“uh— huh!” you gasped as satoru rammed harder into you, pushing your thighs into your chest as your eyes rolled back into your skull. the sight of you had geto feeling dizzy as he let his pants drop to his ankles before shaking them off.

your eyes widened as his heavy cock sprung out, eying the pre-cum that glazed his blushed tip. he gave it few long strokes before asking, “can i?”

you nodded your head in approval before his fat tip had pushed past your lips, hitting the back of your throat, causing tears to sprout from your eyes, “good girl,” he hummed.

as suguru shoved his cock into your mouth again and again, your loud moans had turned into incoherent muffles. the feeling of being fully stuffed had your eyes rolling so far back, it felt like you were on cloud nine.

reaching out, you began to fondle with suguru’s balls, watching him knock his head back while groaning, “fuckk…”

in the midst of watching suguru drown in pleasure, you began to mewl uncontrollably as satoru began to rub his fingers roughly against your clit, “mmf—!“

“keep y’r— fuck… eyes on me, pretty. i’m the one who’s fuckin’ up this pretty pussy,” satoru groaned as he slapped your cunt, causing you to clench around him, “shit!”

you could feel satoru twitch inside of you, his thrusts becoming erratic, “god im gonna— hah… cum,” he groaned, “you’ll let me cum inside one last time, right pretty girl?”

you found it cute how after all this time, he still asks you for permission. you hummed a quick yes before he was moaning out your name, the warm, velvety liquid shooting ropes inside of you, your insides being painted a creamy white.

only a fraction of a second later, was geto plunging his cock far down your throat. your mewling turning into stupid little hums. he grabbed a fistful of your hair, pulling you towards him as he shoved himself deeper and deeper. the warmth of your mouth enveloping his full length.

“fuck.. that’s right, angel. feels so good.” you could barely keep your eyes open, tears spilling from the edges of your eyes, blurring your vision. with one hand suguru is swiping the tears away from your eyes, “doing so good f’ me… gonna cum soon.”

you reach out for his length, wrapping your hands around him. you could feel him jerk against your touch, as he released his heavy grip on your hair, fingers now just interlaced in them. he watched you carefully as you worked around him, glazing his cock with your saliva, which messily dripped past your lips.

a long stripe up your pussy had you whipping your legs closed, before they were pushed back open by a pair of strong arms.

“baby, lemme taste you,” satoru hummed. your squirming in satoru’s arms had you chasing your high, while your hands began to move faster along suguru’s length.

the twitching of his cock told you he was close, while satoru’s tongue began to prod and poke at your entrance while drawing circles along your clit.

“oh shit—“ suguru groaned as spurts of his cum began to rush out into your mouth. simultaneously, satoru had your legs quivering as you came onto his mouth. you could see a glimpse of his smirk behind your legs, as he licked up your arousal from his lips.

as geto pulled out, it left a pop sound leaving your mouth, “fuck that was good. really good” he exhaled.

“right? and you always wonder why im with her, ” satoru chuckled, as he wrapped your ankles around his neck, hugging your calves.

“so, mind if i use her sometime?”

©2023 aestrayla. do not modify, copy, translate or share.

[illusioninfnty]

day 8 ; almost getting caught

↠ joel miller x reader

fandom: the last of us word count: 771 warnings: nsfw 18+, pre-outbreak!Joel, semi-public sex, fingering

kinktober m.list || read on ao3

You woke up earlier than Joel today—something unusual for you—and decided to surprise him with a nice breakfast before he had to head off to work. When you started to prepare the food, the sun had only just risen. You were startled when two strong arms wrap around your midsection and pick you up.

You laugh at Joel’s antics. He was always touchy-feely with you, especially in the morning for the short amount of time you saw him before he headed off to work. 

“Hi baby,” you say to him, stretching up to place a peck on his jaw line. “You’re up early.”

Joel kisses your temple, caressing your curves as he pulls your body into his. “I felt you leave. Wanted to see what you were up to.”

You gesture to all of your cooking supplies around you, and the flour that covers the kitchen counter. “You ruined the surprise.”

He laughs into your neck. “You got plenty more days for that, babe.”

You close your eyes as you let yourself sink into the warmth of his broad chest. “Where’s Sarah?” you ask.

“Still sleeping.” Joel hums into your neck and creeps a hand under your thin nightshirt, stroking the bare skin with his thick, calloused fingertips. “It’s just you and me, baby. All alone…” his voice trails off and his fingers tickle your sides causing you to release a muffled laugh.

“Ain’t Tommy coming around today?”

Joel pauses. “Don’t say my brother’s name when I’m about to fuck you.” He dips his fingers inside your underwear, pulling them down. “Besides,” he begins to trail kisses down your neck, his morning scruff tickling your cheek. “I can be quick.”

“Oh fuck, Joel.” You were already wet from his husky voice whispering in his ear, but his fingers ghosting your throbbing pussy has you practically dripping.

He attaches himself to your neck as his fingers move inside you. You can’t help but gasp at the instant pleasure you feel, your wetness allowing Joel to slip in easily. From behind you, you can feel him thrust his hardness into your ass. His underwear was thin enough that you could feel how much he was throbbing.

“Let me help with that.” You reach behind to start stroking him, but he grabs a hold of your wrist stopping you. 

You crane your neck to give him a questioning look. Joel shakes his head. “It’s all about you right now, baby.”

His fingers move expertly inside of you, hitting spots deep inside that have your eyes rolling back in pleasure. You lean your body into his warmth and lift your head, beckoning for him to kiss you. He complies and you open your mouth to let his tongue in. When he hits a spongy spot inside of you, you break the kiss to moan sharply.

“That’s it baby, that’s it. Just like that.” He curls his thick fingers inside of you, causing you to jolt and lean back against the kitchen counter as he quickens his pace. He guides you through the motions.

“Joel,” you whine out, your pussy aching from his touch. You reach to grab his arm, trying to control his pace. But he easily overpowers you and instead starts to thumb your clit. Your toes curl from the sensation.

You can practically feel Joel smirk from behind you. “So good for me.”

“Fuck, baby, I’m gonna cum.” You can feel your release building up inside you, ready to burst out at any moment.

“Yeah?”

You nod vigorously and Joel’s fingers quicken inside of you. The thickness of his fingers has you feeling so full and you know it’s only a matter of time before he coaxes your orgasm out of you. 

Just as you feel yourself on the cusp of your orgasm, a door slams from a couple of rooms away. “Y'all better have your clothes on in there!” You completely forgot about Tommy in the haze of your encounter with Joel.

“Fuck!” You pull away from Joel instantly and scramble to get your sleep shorts back on. No doubt your face is flushed, but there’s nothing you can do about that with Tommy about to turn the corner. Joel smirks at your panicked state as he licks his fingers clean from your juices.

“Wait.” Tommy halts, narrowing his eyes as he stares you both up and down. “Were you two—”

You bite your lip and grip the counter behind you, hoping it doesn’t look too obvious that you were just getting fingered seconds ago, but Joel can’t contain himself and begins to laugh.

“Oh come on, I didn’t mean that seriously!”

[themidnightghoul]

RAINDROP #4 chronic illness princess rain my beloved

Hilariously, this took me a minute to get to because chronic pain has been kicking my ass lately so woo for channeling my frustration into this piece!

“One of those fucking days,” Rain sighed, sitting on the edge of the bed. He knew it was coming, could feel it like a storm rolling in deep in his bones. Yesterday was a good day, a day where he didn’t need his mobility aids and felt like he could do all of his chores without breaking a sweat. Hell, he was even able to go a handful of rounds with Phantom and only felt slightly sore afterwards. But today? Today, it was like he was moving through quicksand and he had barely even done anything save for waking up. 

Sighing, he rested his head on his hands, fighting tears. It never got any easier realizing that he wasn’t like the rest of his pack. They didn’t need help walking or doing something as simple as getting out of bed in the morning. They were able to do so much all the time and Rain never saw them struggle or fail to do the things they wanted to do. They never had days where all they could do was writhe around in bed because the pain was so bad, so strong, so soul crushing that just breathing was like a knife in their chests. No, they were normal and he was broken.

Reluctantly, he reached for his phone resting on the nightstand to text Dew. He hated this part, probably more than having to deal with his broken vessel on days like this. Asking for help made him feel weak, like a burden on his pack that they shouldn’t have to deal with. His fingers moved slow, aching with every press on the screen, and when his door suddenly opened, he jumped and dropped his phone on the rug beside his bed.

“Shit what-” Rain looked up and couldn’t help the sigh of relief that left his mouth. “Dew.” 

Dew immediately rushed to the bed, kneeling down in front of Rain and picking his phone up. “Hey Water Lily,” he spoke softly. It crushed Rain to hear his voice like that and he wanted to scream in frustration.

“Don’t do that,” Rain whispered.

“Don’t do what?” Dew’s hands rested on Rain’s knees, kicking up his heat to soothe Rain’s aching joints.

“Pity me.” It was harsh but there was no venom behind his words. He could barely think straight and he really was relieved that Dew had shown up before he had even texted him, but he hated feeling like Dew felt sorry for him. “I was texting you…” he trailed off.

“I came as soon as I felt it. It’s a bad one today, yeah?” He moved his hands up and down Rain’s thighs, pressing warmth into his skin as he went. 

Rain’s response was a choked sob as tears began to fall, unable to control his emotions when all of his focus was on not wailing due to the amount of pain he was in currently. Dew crawled into the bed and pulled Rain against him as gently as he could manage. When Rain winced, Dew slowed down and apologized repeatedly until he had Rain on his back with the Fire Ghoul propped up next to him. His hands moved along every bit of skin that he could reach and Rain could feel the relief spreading throughout his body, sighing softly as the pain eased temporarily. 

“Dew…it hurts so much…” A fresh wave of pain hit his hips and he tensed, causing even more pain to radiate through his bones. “Just..just let me rot here.”

Dew chuckled, knowing how dramatic Rain tended to get when he felt like this. He was no stranger to the chronic pain that his beautiful Water Ghoul experienced, always willing to be his portable heating pad when necessary. It seemed that today was an especially bad day and as soon as he felt the wave of pain hit him through their bond, he rushed to his room without hesitation, leaving in the middle of his conversation with Cirrus.

“Not today, Princess. But how about this, tell me where it hurts?” 

Rain just groaned. “Fucking everywhere, Dewey.”

Leaning down with a smile, Dew planted a kiss on Rain’s shoulder. Slowly, he moved across his collarbone until he reached the other shoulder, leaving gentle kisses as he moved. Taking Rain’s hand in his, he kissed down the beautiful blue skin of his arm, giving an extra kiss to the nearly translucent fin on his forearm, all the way to each of his fingers. After he kissed his pinky, being careful to avoid his nails, he looked up at his Water Ghoul who was no longer crying but smiling and blushing.

“I hope you have all day, baby. I’ll kiss every bit of your pain away until you’re all better.” 

Rain didn’t dare mention that his pain had mostly subsided once Dew was about halfway done. He was more than happy to spend as much time in bed as possible being cared for by his mate. As stubborn and prideful as he could be, he’d never pass up the opportunity to have Dew doting on him for as long as possible. 

Kiss prompt!

[meowyn]

Linger

gender neutral reader, just some comfort set directly after chapter 11.

a/n - started to write this at 5am and it's now 7:30, god help me. this might be ooc & really short i'm sorry i've not actually posted something recent in years lololol but i love last legacy & felix sm so!!

felix didn't miss the way you clung to his side after his (and your) return from the hells, the two of you finally settling down for the night. he was perched on the edge of his side of the bed, meanwhile you lingered behind him, casting worried glances his way whenever you decided to look at him directly. though, he noticed you hadn't looked at his face once, which made his heart ache terribly for you.

whilst he was in the midst of figuring out what to say, how best to soothe your anxiety, he felt your head bump lightly onto his back while your arms slowly circled around his waist. he waited silently as he heard you inhale deeply, shakily breathing him in as you often did, and for once as you exhaled the tension didn't leave your body at all.

a worried frown tugged at his lips before he spoke, quiet and (he hoped) comforting, "what's the matter, love?"

of course, he knew what was wrong. he had just died, after all, and he'd be an absolute fool to miss the sheer terror in your eyes at that fact. he just wanted to give you a chance to let it all out yourself, to please just trouble him with this, at least.

as if you could read his mind, a muffled sob escaped you and you squeezed him tighter, and he didn't know wether he what he felt was relief of devastation.

"i'm sorry.." you murmured, sniffling in a futile attempt to stop the seemingly endless flow of tears, "you.. died today, and here i am, crying like some sort of idiot."

he sighed at that, gently untangling your fingers from his shirt before twisting around to face you.

"oh, my sweet.." he cooed, cupping your face in his hands as he wiped away your tears, kissing at your nose for good measure, "as i told you, i have died many times so-"

"that doesn't matter!" you surprise both of you by blurting out, holding onto his wrists tightly and looking at him so desperately he feels his heart nearly tumble out of his throat.

"it's just.." you mutter, pushing past your initial statement in hopes you could get your point across to him, unaware that he already understood perfectly, "i was so worried, you were so cold.. and your eyes were so hollow that even now i'm afraid to look."

he nodded empathetically, about to respond until he saw your expression change to a deep frown as you suddenly glared at him, rendering him speechless.

"god, for someone so smart you can be such an idiot. why would you jump in front of me like that? who do you think you are? batman?" frustration laced your tone as you spoke, sniffling once more as you were about to continue ranting. until you glanced at his face, that silly, boyish grin adorning his features making any negative feelings you had dissipate, in turn making him laugh fondly as a blush crept it's way up your cheeks.

"batman? who is that?" he asked, still smiling even as you shot him another glare for his teasing tone, "forgive me, but i cannot quite feel the full force of your anger when you're pouting like that."

felix chuckled again as you sighed in defeat, leaning forward until you were wrapped up fully in his embrace, he pressed a soft kiss to the crown of your head.

"i'm not angry at you," you murmured into his chest, head tucked where his shirt was left unbuttoned so you could feel his heartbeat against your ear, "though i will be if you frighten me like that again."

"i understand, however," with his fingers under your chin, he urged your head up to look at him, "whenever i have an opportunity to keep you safe, i'm going to take it. you don't understand how precious you are, do you?"

you're unable to argue with that, especially as you feel the days exhaustion set in and felix's hand rubbing soothing circles into your back.

"you're precious to me too, so please, no dying if you can help it." as you utter the words, you already know what he's thinking, and when you share a look you think back on his earlier words to you.

'but death would never keep me from you. not for long.'

then, when he holds your face in his hands once more, you're both smiling as he kisses away every remnant of your upset with every bit of devotion a votary saves for their diety. he loves you, you think, and you know you love him.

[panic-in-the-multiverse]

Nonexistent Eating Patterns

Pairings: Matt Murdock x gn!teen!reader

Imagine: you haven’t been eating sleeping or drinking as you should and Matt is there to help

Warnings: not eating, anxiety, dehydration, sleep deprived, mention of panic/anxiety attacks, mention of depression, feeling sick, mention of school and exams and grades, Soft Matt Murdock (that is a warning), idk what more

A/N for starters this is probably shitty, bc wrote this late at night to be able to cope with my current life/mental/physical health. So wrote this to bring me some sort of comfort, so yeah this is probably shitty and I have not proofread it, but ya know that’s fine I guess :)

You didn’t know why, but once a year there was always this period of time where you ate far too little. More so than usual. The other times when you occasionally skipped lunch or breakfast or your usual midnight snack it was always fine, because you only skipped one of those and only once a week at a maximum. But now. Now you have skipped breakfast and your midnight snack the whole week, and lunch nearly every day. You had eaten maybe four times overall this week and your health was not having it. Because at those times when you did eat you didn’t eat much, you nearly spat out the food you ate. Nor did you get hungry. You only had that stomach ache where deep down you knew it came from you not eating, but you didn’t want to acknowledge that. So instead you laid curled up in your bed, hands by your head trying to soothe the migraine and your knees up to your chest while watching some random show on the TV. It was one of two positions that made the ache bearable.

Matt — your “guardian”, and who you shared an apartment with — knew you hadn’t been eating well. Of Course he knew, he was the devil of Hell’s Kitchen after all. Something like that would not get past him, but he didn’t want to push things on you, he didn’t want to push you to eat because it wouldn’t work as long as you didn’t do something yourself. As long as you didn’t ask for help he knew you wouldn’t eat. He knew your condition only got worse with your horrible sleeping patterns, and let’s not forget you were probably dehydrated. It seemed like you didn’t ever get tired, hungry or thirsty. Matt wanted to help you, but as long as you didn’t want the help nothing would change. Because one of the worst things is when a person doesn’t want help, and it’s hard to help them when they don’t want the help, especially with this. So he let it be for the time being, until he felt it had been going on for too long.

You’d had more panic and anxiety attacks this month than you usually had and your depression had kicked in not long ago. Which meant that you were less likely to start eating and sleeping. The only thing that kept you occupied was watching movies and series. You couldn’t do any school work, because that just made you anxious. Even though you didn’t have much in school at the moment (if you compare to other times), you still felt like everything was too much. You were supposed to have five exams, you had one today, which ended badly. The next two were next week, and then two after each other the next three coming weeks. On top of that you were just confused by everything in school and even if you studied you didn’t get the high grades. Everything was just too much at the moment with school, depression, anxiety overall, plus the attacks and panic attacks, let’s not forget not eating, drinking or sleeping. At the very moment you were screwed and you’d gone so deep down that you had no idea what to do.

Every day you felt like you would have an attack, every day you felt like you wanted to cry and scream until next year came. But you couldn’t even force a tear out of your eyes or a scream out of your throat, for some reason you just couldn’t. So you opted to lay in bed and watch movies all weekend instead of studying for your next exam because you wouldn’t understand anything anyway (and the teacher couldn’t explain it to you either).

It was night by the time Matt came home again, he’d called various times during the day to make sure you ate something, though you hadn’t really followed that, as you just took one bite out of your sandwich before you had to throw it away feeling like you’d puke by eating it. So when he came home and heard you were still awake as well as when he noticed you hadn’t eaten, he went into your room, and you in a poor attempt tried to even your breath to make it sound like you were sleeping — even though you knew full well it wouldn’t work.

“I know you’re awake”

Matt sat himself beside you on your bed. Making sure you listened to him as he continued.

“I know you didn’t eat today” he touched your arm gently, which went unnoticed by you, as you continued to stare out in the distance after you had opened your eyes. He touched your arm once more, and this time you felt it as your eyes slightly wandered to his hand which was carefully placed on your arm once more. Your hands had long since started to fiddle with your blanket in an attempt to hide the fact that your hands were shaking from the anxiety that came with being confronted with your nonexistent eating patterns.

“If I make you a sandwich will you eat it” you only shook your head in answer, you knew with the help of his heightened senses he would pick it up, but just in case you answered with a no as well.

“Can you at least drink a glass of water?” you shook your head and said no once more. Matt sighed and after a few moments he went out of your room. He went into the kitchen and took out some candy from one of the cupboards — the candy he hid away for special occasions. Matt also went and got a glass as he tapped on the water. When he heard it flow down he put the glass underneath and waited for the water to fill up the glass (can he now that?). He also put the candy in a bowl and went into your room again.

The darkness in your room made it hard for you to see, the movie had gone onto the credit scenes and the black background did nothing to help you see what Matt did. You only heard something being put down on your nightstand and felt Matt move around in front of you (as you were facing that way). He took up his previous position on your bed and made you sit up, as well as tell you to put on your favorite movie, he didn’t care if he couldn’t see it nor if you had already seen it today, it was the best way to distract you.

When the movie had started to roll he started to talk. “I know candy isn’t exactly food, or the food you need right now, but you eating anything is a progress, so can you at least eat some of it” your breathing had stopped for a few seconds, scared of even trying to eat as it made your stomach ache. Matt felt this, and added to his previous words. “Please Y/N, if you won’t do it for me, do it for yourself, I know that deep inside you want to get better, you’re just scared to try, scared that it might get worse, but I promise it won’t, it’ll only get better” he felt your head slowly nod as you slowly reached over to the bowl. “How do you know that” Matt sighed softly once more, he knew that if he said the wrong thing it’d make you put away the bowl. “Because it has before hasn’t it, before it went way too far until you needed to get help, because you couldn’t do anything, I just want to help you before we get to that, okay” you hummed at his answer and picked up a chocolate bar. When you put it in your mouth it melted and you got a tiny moment were you felt like everything would be okay, the sweetness was nice, it was far better than eating a sandwich that’s for sure. With that you took another candy bar and eventually you had eaten all of it, while being distracted by the movie in front of you. Matt had listened in on you while you ate, making sure you were okay. He drowned away everything but you, only focusing on you, to make sure you were nothing but okay.

After a few moments your stomach started to ache, it felt like it harnessed everything you ate. Matt made you drink the glass of water before he laid you down on the bed. His arms wrapped around you, as he cuddled close to you, giving you comfort. You breathed in his scent and felt his overall calmness — which always seemed to calm you down in turn. It was like he transferred some of his calmness over to you.

Eventually Matt felt your even breaths as you for once actually slept. That’s when he promised that he’d make sure that you actually ate the next following days, because he didn’t ever want to experience this with you ever again. Though if it did happen again he would always be there to help you, over and over again.

[lustfulfuchsia]

Kitchen

[A/N:So I'm gonna be forcing myself to write and finally get my requests out and stuff now that I have free time. And also, this story is for my friends friend, and I got no clue who this man is 😅 I hope I write him correctly]

Summary:John just got back home after a long day, and in need of some stress relief.

Type:Scenario:Smut:John Martsin X Gn!Reader

Version:Rd2

!⚠️DNI MINORS⚠️!

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You were in the kitchen looking through a cookbook when he got home, well, his horse you heard first. You were humming softly, an apron lightly tied around your waist, and family cookbook in hand. Finding something to make tonight that you already had the ingredients for was alot harder than you expected. Loud boots sounded from behind you, and before you got a chance to turn around, string arms wrapped around your waist, holding you against John's chest.

"Hello, John. Do you have any ideas for dinner? I've been looking but I got nothing, we'd have to do alittle hunting before making anything in here" Your voice was like water to a dry throat to him, so smooth and perfect after a long down.

He was gonna make you scream, it'd sound beautiful, especially tonight.

"I had something else in mind..." His voice was dark against your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

His hand slid down your stomach, pressing against your crotch to press your ass against his cock. You felt how hard he was, and that's when it clicked*

"Oh," Your face grew hot just as your loins did, a small ache grow in your cunt as his hand shoved you onto the kitchen counter.

"I'll go huntin' after this, just...I need this, I need you right now" John was quick to yank your bottoms off, making quick work of your underwear before working on his own pants.

Your legs spread for him, it wasn't the first time he's down this. Getting home stressed wasn't a normal thing, but it wasn't rare either.

No matter how many times you take his cock, it always feels different, sometimes bigger. Like now, the angle was perfect, the small curve in his shaft hitting a sweet spot in you, making you gasp. He grunted as he grinded down, taking a moment to appreciate how you felt wrapped around him.

"You always feel amazing after a day of work...Fuck-" He pulled out, started off slow.

He never stayed slow for long. He only does when you ask for something soft that night. Today isn't that night, though. He pace immediately became hard, his hips slamming against your ass with each thrust. The book under you helped a little bit, not making you uncomfortably slide against the counter. His hands gripped your hips, pulling you back onto his cock to match his rhythm. He heavy pants and grunts mixed in with you loud moans and gasps. He leaned down, pressing his chest against your back as his hand slid down to your clit, rubbing it to match the pace of his thrusts.

His grunts went from your ears to your pussy, clenching around him tightly making his hips stutter abit. John huffed, lightly bitting your neck before starting to kiss down it, making his way to your shoulder. You felt your legs tremble, tears starting to fill your eyes as your pussy fluttered around his cock.

"You close? Good, I am too,"

He slowed down abit, riding out your climax with slow grinds. He did a few more rough thrusts before pulling out, stroking himself to his own climax, his cum hit your ass, tickling you as it slid down. John chuckled, getting a wet rag to clean you off. He helped you get your clothes back on, patting your ass after your pants were on again.

"Thanks, sweetie." John gave you a rough, yet soft kiss on the lips, wiping away the tears. "I'll go get you some meat now, deer sound good?"

All you could muster was a nod, watching him walk away and grab his gun. You stood there for a moment, taking a deep breath before looking back at the cookbook, which was surprising not torn, and looked for something with deer in it.

~

[A/N:I'm not sure how good this was, or if his character was accurate. I hope so. I hope you enjoyed]

[dontyouworrydaddy]

Can you please write about how the task force 141 + whoever you want react to the reader having asymmetrical breasts (you know when one is bigger than the other)? In fact, I decided to write this request as I have this type of chest myself and I'm a bit insecure about of it :⁠-⁠[

It's totally okay if you not wanting to write it, just ignore my ask!

Yoᥙɾ ᑲoᑯყ ɩ⳽ ᥲɾt

Task Force 141 + fem! Reader

As the title says, your body is art. You are a masterpiece, a work of art that is one of a kind. Your body is a canvas that as shows everyone how unique you are. Be proud of who you are and never let anyone make you feel less than beautiful. Because everyone is unique in their own way.

Remember that your always loved by me and so many people! You’re beautiful ❤️

‿︵‿︵ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ・❉・ ʚ˚̣̣̣͙ɞ‿︵‿︵

Simon Riley

Simon and you sat together in your shared apartment, laying in each others arms while watching a movie, a timid silence hung between you. Simon noticed a flicker of unease in your eyes and decided to gently inquire about their distress.

"Hey.." he began softly "Is something on your mind? You seem a little distant today."

You shifted uncomfortably, trying to find the right words. "Simon, there's something I've been meaning to tell you, more like show you, something I'm scared you'll find repulsive."

Simon's eyes softened, realizing the depth of your vulnerability. "You can tell or show me anything, love. I promise you won't scare me away."

Taking a deep breath, You hesitated before whispering, "The real real reason why I’m wearing hoodies and refuse to show my chest is because I’m insecure about them. They’re asymmetrical. It's something I've always been insecure about, and I'm afraid you won't find me attractive anymore."

Simon's heart ached for your self-doubt. He gently cupped their face, his voice filled with warmth and affection. "Do you think my scars are beautiful?"

You blinked in surprise, "Of course, Simon. Your scars tell a story of bravery and resilience."

Simon smiled tenderly. "Then you have to find your body even more beautiful. Imperfections make us unique, and they should never overshadow the beauty within."

Overwhelmed with emotion, You felt tears prickling at the corners of their eyes. Simon's unwavering support gave them the strength to embrace their insecurities and trust in his love.

"Baby.." Simon continued, his voice filled with sincerity, "You are extraordinary just as you are. Your beauty goes beyond physical appearances. It resides in your heart, your courage, and your ability to be vulnerable with me."

You couldn't help but smile, feeling a sense of acceptance wash over you. Simon's words resonated deeply, helping to shatter the walls of self-doubt that had plagued you for far too long.

John MacTavish

You’re an independent and determined soldier, were a valued member of Task Force 141. You fought alongside the elite team, including the sergeant John MacTavish. Your skills were unmatched and you held your own in the most dangerous missions.

However, there was something that haunted you, casting a shadow over your confidence—the asymmetry of your breasts. It made you uncomfortable and self-conscious, especially when it came to getting close to others. Your insecurity prevented you from being comfortable enough to wear a little tighter shirts.

One evening, after a particularly grueling mission, you found yourself alone in the barracks, trying to hide your feelings from the world. The weight of your insecurity felt unbearable, and tears welled up in your eyes. Just as you were about to lose yourself in self-doubt, a gentle knock on the door caught your attention.

"Hey, it's me, Soap" John's voice called out, warm and comforting.

You opened the door, trying to hide the remnants of your tears, but John's piercing gaze instantly caught on to your emotional state.

"Something bothering you, love?" he asked, concern etched on his rugged face.

Unable to find the words, you nodded, allowing your tears to flow freely. John stepped forward, pulling you into a comforting embrace, his strong arms enveloping you.

"It's okay, lass. We all have our insecurities," he whispered softly, his voice a soothing balm to your troubled heart. "But trust me when I say that your body is a work of art, flaws and all. You're perfect."

John's words reverberated through your soul, bringing forth a glimmer of hope amidst the darkness of your self-doubt. He held you tightly, reassuring you that he was there for you, no matter what.

"You don't have to show anyone anything you're not ready for" John said gently. "Your well-being is what matter most."

Through your tear-streaked vision, you saw love in his eyes. In that moment, your heart swelled with a newfound strength. You knew you could trust John and his unwavering support ignited a flicker of courage within you.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible.

John's warm smile melted away your fears. With tenderness, he brushed away your tears and pressed a gentle kiss against your forehead.

"Remember, love, you are beautiful just the way you are," he said, his voice filled with conviction. "And your beauty goes far beyond your physical appearance. Your strength, bravery, and compassion are what make you truly extraordinary."

That night, you and John remained locked in an embrace, finding comfort in each other's presence.

John Price

John was walking up the stairs to your shared apartment, feeling exhausted from the recent mission. And tonight, the universe had conspired to bring him face-to-face with a vulnerability he hadn't anticipated. As he stepped into the living room, he saw you, huddled in a corner, tears streaming down your face.

Your distress caught him off guard, and he rushed to your side, concern etched across his weathered features. "What's wrong, love?" he asked softly, his voice filled with genuine worry.

You hiccupped, trying to control your sobs as you looked up at him through teary eyes. "I... I can't do it, John" you managed to say between shaky breaths.

Confusion flickered in his eyes. "Can't do what, love?"

"I... I can't show you" you whispered, your voice barely audible.

His brows furrowed as he tried to make sense of your words. Then, his gaze fell upon your trembling hands, clutching at your chest. The realization dawned on him like a punch to the gut. Your insecurity about your asymmetrical breasts.

The room fell into a heavy silence as John's heart ached for you. He had always seen you as the top of beauty. There wasn’t anything or anyone more beautiful than you. But he understood the deep-seated insecurities that could cripple even the strongest soul.

With gentle resolve, John knelt down in front of you, his piercing blue eyes locked with yours. "Listen to me, love," he spoke softly, his voice carrying a warmth that enveloped you. "I've seen the world, been through hell and back. And let me tell you something…you are more beautiful than anything I've ever come across."

You shook your head, the weight of your self-doubt still looming over you. "But, John..."

"No buts, my love" he interrupted, his voice firm but kind. "We all have our imperfections. It's what makes us human. And it's those imperfections that draw us closer, that make us unique."

He reached out and brushed away a tear from your cheek, his touch gentle and comforting. "I love you and you‘re the most beautiful woman that has ever walked on this world."

Your breath hitched as his words seeped into your wounded soul. John's love and acceptance were like a balm, soothing the rawness of your insecurities. Slowly, you felt a flicker of hope ignite within you.

As if reading your mind, John leaned in, his lips barely brushing against yours. It was a tender and sweet kiss.. your very first.

Kyle Garrick

Despite your unwavering strength, there was a deep-seated insecurity that burdened your heart. You struggled with self-acceptance, specifically regarding your asymmetrical breasts. The fear of judgment and rejection prevented you from fully revealing your vulnerable self to Kyle, despite his unwavering affection. And you were always scared because you couldn’t find a way to like them.

One day, as the weight of your insecurities became too heavy to bear alone, tears welled up in your eyes, threatening to spill over. It was during a moment of solitude that Kyle, ever observant, noticed your distress. Without hesitation, he approached you, concern etched across his face.

"Hey" he whispered gently, his voice a soothing balm. "What's troubling you, love? You can tell me anything, you know that."

Your lips quivered as you struggled to find the right words. "Kyle, I... I'm afraid. Afraid you won't see me the same way if I show you. My... chest "

Kyle's warm hand reached out to wipe away your tears, his touch grounding you in the moment. "Baby" he said tenderly, "you're the most beautiful person I've ever met. Your physical appearence is just a fraction of who you are. It's your heart, your soul, your unyielding courage that captivates me."

You tried to speak, but your voice caught in your throat. The fear of rejection still lingered, but Kyle's unwavering support gave you the strength to take a leap of faith.

With a trembling hand, you began to unbutton your shirt, revealing the hidden secret that had kept you shackled for so long. As your heart pounded, you felt Kyle's arms encircle you in a warm, comforting embrace. His presence became a shield against your fears.

"I know it's not easy for you…" Kyle murmured against your ear, his voice filled with empathy. "But believe me when I say that you're more than your physical appearance. You're unique, you're strong, and you're breathtakingly beautiful just the way you are."

"I love you," Kyle whispered, his voice laced with sincerity. "Every part of you, inside and out."

[heyimash06]

Morning Pains

Fandom: Five Nights at Freddy's

Pairing: JereMike (Jeremy Fitzgerald x Michael Afton)

Word Count: 1,143

Summary: Michael finds himself unable to get out of bed and calls his boyfriend, Jeremy, for help. Jeremy is (understandably) concerned and comes to help right away.

A / N: yippee finally fucking using my tumblr lmao- i've been on a JereMike / FNaF kick lately so that's fun. in my silly little AU, Michael has Neuropathy, a disability that affects nerves in the hands and legs (AFAIK), and also one that my bf has irl, which is why i wanted to give it to Michael!

From the second Michael woke up, he was in excruciating pain. The aching needle pain in his legs was worse than usual. They attempted to sit up and swing their legs over the side of the bed, finding them to be paralyzed. ‘Well, that explained the extra pain,’ they thought, sighing. It was a good thing he didn’t have anything to do that day, aside from maybe some homework, he supposed, but being stuck in bed still wasn’t ideal. Especially because they’d reorganized their room recently, meaning everything helpful was across the room, on their dresser.

Reaching to their left, they grabbed their phone from their nightstand, holding it above their face. Squinting slightly at the bright screen in the dark room, he flicked through his notifications. Jeremy hadn’t sent his usual good morning text, meaning he also had the day off. Michael bit the inside of his cheek for a moment, thinking. Their boyfriend did have the day off, and they could definitely use some help… They didn’t like asking for help, but in cases like this, it was a little hard not to. What were they supposed to do, lay in bed all day? No, no, that wasn’t something he could do. Michael couldn’t stand the thought of just laying there, vulnerable, all day.

And so, after checking to make sure it was a reasonable time, they opened Jeremy’s contact and started typing.

Michael Afton: > Hey, are you doing anything today?

Jeremy Fitzgerald: > Nope! why?

Michael Afton: > I woke up and can’t move my legs. Would you mind coming to help me out a bit? It probably won’t last too long, just a few hours.

They were hoping they didn’t make him too worried with that phrasing, purposefully leaving out the fact it felt like a million needles were poking in and out of their skin. It was a feeling Michael was used to, but an unpleasant one nonetheless.

Jeremy Fitzgerald: > ??? > How did that happen?? Are you alright??

Michael Afton: > It just happens sometimes, I’m alright. Just hurts a bit.

Jeremy Fitzgerald: > Wdym ‘it just happens sometimes’??? > I’ll be there soon (but you definitely need to explain when I get there >:( )

Michael was a little relieved that Jeremy was actually coming. It was nice to know he cared about them enough to give up a day off to babysit. They closed their eyes again, taking a deep breath and setting their phone on their chest, trying their hardest to ignore the aching, jabbing pain.

There was the sound of their front door opening and closing as well as quick footsteps, causing Michael to attempt to sit up again in worry, before Jeremy opened the bedroom door and flicked on the light, panting. “Are- are you alright?” he asked, voice filled with worry. He approached the bed, reaching out a hand.

Nodding, they took his hand. “I’m fine. Like I said, it just happens sometimes.”

Jeremy frowned. “Then why haven’t you mentioned it before?” Oh, right. They supposed they hadn’t explained it before, had they?

“Uh… slipped my mind, I guess… but, seriously, I’m fine. Just… in pain, I guess,” Michael admitted, offering a nervous smile. “Could you, uh, bring me the bottle of painkillers on the dresser over there?” they asked as Jeremy helped pull them up so they were sitting.

He nodded and gave their hand a little squeeze, crossing the room to grab the bottle of pills. “I know you said ‘sometimes’, but, like, how often does this actually happen?” Jeremy passed the bottle to Michael, sitting down  on the side of the bed.

Michael shrugged. “It’s random.”

“It’s just a roll of the dice? Damn, that sounds awful- Like, sometimes you just wake up and can’t feel your legs?”

Grabbing the water bottle from the nightstand, Michael shook his head. “Oh, no, I can feel them. They hurt, I just can’t move them. And it doesn’t just happen overnight; sometimes they give out while I’m walking,” he explained.

That only seemed to concern Jeremy more, as he looked at Michael with an expression of confusion and worry. “And you didn’t think this was important information to share?” While the question could easily be taken as demanding, it sounded more sad than anything.

They shrugged, taking the painkillers. “Not really. It wasn’t really relevant, and…” they trailed off, trying to think of what to say. ‘I didn’t trust you enough’ wouldn’t sound very good; they were dating, for god’s sake! “I’m very careful with who I share that kind of information with,” he finished. It didn’t sound much better, but it was the truth. Michael was very cautious when it came to revealing perceived weaknesses he had, be it emotional or physical. Someone could easily use his disability against him, so it was only fair that he didn’t reveal too much about it to most people.

“Then, uh, thank you for trustin’ me with that information,” Jeremy said, grinning. “‘Cause the only reason I’d try to hurt you would be mind control, which I’m pretty sure is impossible… so I’ll never hurt you.”

His reassurance made Michael smile a bit as they looked down at their hands. “Thank you, Jeremy. I… it’s nice to hear that.” It was nice to hear that. It was wonderful, even. Those four words coming from the person he trusted the most felt better than anything else Michael could imagine. 

Jeremy leaned in and placed a soft kiss on their head. He seemed to remember something important, quickly pulling out his phone and scrambling through his disorganized home screen to find the notes app. Finding it, he scrolled through tens of notes to find Michael’s and picked a random spot in the list of facts to add the information he’d just learned. Michael always found Jeremy’s lists of information simultaneously horrifying and funny. It was good that he’d found a convenient solution to the memory issues caused by The Bite of ‘19, but they couldn’t help but cringe at the disorganization of the lists. The lists themselves weren’t in any particular order, and the contents of each list, well, that was just complete chaos. Jeremy noted down anything and everything he thought might be important in the future, meaning he had everything from medical conditions and allergies to favorite candy written down with no organization whatsoever. One bulletpoint would be about a serious issue the person faced and the next could be ‘they like the color red’. It was horrifying, really.

Yawning, Michael stretched his arms forward. “Mind carrying me to the couch? And maybe making coffee?” they asked, pushing the covers off of their lower body. While the pain was significantly better, they still couldn't move their legs.

Their boyfriend stood up, nodding. “Sure, Darlin’.” His warm smile made them remember how truly lucky they were to have someone as wonderful as him. 

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Eye Of The Storm -five- Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Baby Kazansky X Rooster

One Two Three Four

“So where is he?” Beth questioned over facetime. 

“Uh, he said he was going downstairs to make a work call,” Molly shrugged, “I told him I would probably be asleep when he got back. I managed to sneak my meds in the bathroom when he wasn’t looking.”

“Wait, you haven’t told him?” Erika’s face suddenly came into frame, “And how are you going to explain it if you can’t sleep?”

“I took my stuff already,” Molly shrugged, “I won’t have any problems.”

The other two girls sighed. Molly would mother all of them, she almost seemed to love taking care of everyone, but the second someone tried to do the same with her, she shut down.

For some reason, she hated being taken care of, or worried about. Her roommates never understood it. 

“One of these days Molly, you’ll have to actually tell him. Especially if you plan on keeping him around like this,” Erika told her. 

“Let me worry about it,” Molly replied quickly, “I can worry about myself.”

“Yeah, we know you can Bliz-Molls- fuck…just talk to him.” 

Molly could practically feel her inner walls getting thicker at the thought of telling Rooster about her past, and how it made her who she is today. She closed her eyes for a moment, wishing she was still in Connecticut. Maybe things would be simpler if she never decided to go back home. 

“I should go, I don’t know when he’s coming back, and everything is starting to kick in.”

It was more than an hour before Rooster slipped back into the hotel room. The small lamp next to his bed was the only light on in the whole room. Molly, true to her word, was fast asleep in her bed. Rooster couldn’t help but notice the way she seemed to curl up to take up the least amount of space possible. She did that in the car too. Now, she was curled up on the very edge of the bed, almost hugging her legs to her chest. Never mind the fact that she had her own bed, and didn’t need to worry about space, it was almost as if she couldn’t help it. 

Rooster let out a deep breath, feeling his shoulders sag a little. He carefully sat down on the edge of his bed, quietly slipping off his shoes. For some reason, he felt like she could wake up at any moment. She hardly slept in the car, even though she claimed she did. Rooster could tell she mainly just had her eyes closed, probably to avoid talking. Which was fine, if she didn’t want to talk he wouldn’t make her, but she didn’t need to fake being asleep to avoid him. 

The only sound in the hotel room was the old air conditioning unit, which made an annoying humming sound when it was on. Rooster was used to sleeping in far worse conditions though, having spent time at various bases overseas.

“You should stop staring at me,” Molly’s voice broke through the near silence. 

“Oh, sorry, I thought you were asleep.”

“Doesn’t make you staring any less creepy,” Her eyes opened to meet his, “You should go to sleep. Since you wouldn’t let me drive.”

“Did I do something that upset you?” He suddenly questioned, “You’re different all of the sudden.”

She rolled over onto her back and looked up at the ceiling. She was different, because her feelings were different. But she didn’t know how she could even begin to explain that to him. She didn’t even understand it herself. Because somehow, she went from feeling cold, to having her heart ache whenever she was near him. 

“It’s nothing,” She said quietly, “Just go to sleep.”

She heard a sigh followed by the sound of him rolling over in the bed next to her. Molly wished she could put everything into words and tell him the whole story. She wanted Rooster to understand her. Hell, she wanted to understand herself. She trusted Rooster, but that didn’t stop her from wondering if he would rethink everything. 

She couldn’t say that she would blame him if he tucked tail and ran. Chances are, she would do the same thing if the roles were reversed. In Molly’s mind, she carried more baggage than a cargo plane. So instead, she rolled over, putting her back to him. She felt the need for distance as she held her breath, praying the tears would somehow go away. Molly would not cry with Rooster in the room. Especially when they still had a few more days worth of driving ahead of them. 

The next day, Rooster refused to let Molly get behind the wheel. Truthfully, he liked driving, if he couldn’t fly because he was with her, at least he could drive. Molly stayed quiet, trying to focus on the book in her hands.

Rooster had one hand on the wheel while the other played with the radio, trying to find an acceptable station. Though, most of what he was able to pick up was just static or morning talk shows. 

Molly took note of the way he seemed annoyed as he kept pushing buttons before groaning and switching the radio off. There was a minute or two of silence. Molly tried to seem like she was reading, but in all reality, her heart threatened to explode from her chest. 

“Okay, the way I see things, we still have a few thousand miles ahead of us, right? We have two choices, either we continue this drive in horrible silence, or you can talk to me and tell me what’s wrong, so you can go back to being my girl.”

Molly scoffed and slammed her book shut, “I’m not your girl, Rooster.”

He almost laughed, “Right, so I flew across the country only to drive back, during the first good amount of leave I’ve had in years, for someone that I don’t care about? Someone who doesn’t care about me? I don’t think the last couple of months have been one sided, Molly.”

She shook her head, refusing to look over at him, “I’m not doing this with you, not now. I can’t.”

“If not now, then when Molly? Huh? Because I know you feel it.”

“Nothing can happen between us, Rooster. You know that.”

“Why? Because you’re a few years younger-”

“More than ten! More than ten years younger, which last time I checked isn’t a few. You were nearly a teenager when I was born, don’t you get that? In comparison, I might as well be a child.”

Rooster spotted a rest stop just ahead and pulled over. He slammed the car in park before turning to face her. For some reason, he felt a bit of rage due to the way she was acting. Yes, she was younger than him, but she was more mature than some of the women that were his age. She understood his life, and somehow understood him. She was young, yes, but wise beyond her years. She was far from a child. 

“You aren’t a child,” He said sternly, “However, you’re acting a bit like one right now.”

“Yeah, well you’re being an ass, so there’s that,” She shot back under her breath. 

Suddenly, his laugh filled the cab of her truck. The kind of laugh that made his whole body shook as he threw his head back. While he laughed, anger bubbled up inside Molly. She wanted to scream. She didn’t know where they were, aside from the side of an interstate somewhere. Yet, here he was laughing just moments after inadvertently trying to turn her whole world on its side. 

“What the hell, Bradshaw!”

“I’m sorry,” He was still laughing, but trying to quiet down, “You just have no idea how much power you hold in this situation, Molly. Normally I’m the one with the cards, in the air or on the ground. I know exactly how things are going to end, but with you…God, with you I’m in a tailspin. The scary part is the fact that I like it.”

“You can’t say things like that, Rooster,” She whispered. 

“Why?”

“I told you,” She replied softly, licking her lips, “I can’t do this. I won’t do this…I won’t do it to you.”

“Do what to me, Molly? Talk to me, please,” His hand reached out for hers. He didn’t miss the way she seemed to almost flinch when his skin came into contact with hers, but grabbed her hand anyway. 

She shook her head, knowing there was no way she could explain everything to Rooster and still have the same relationship with him. Only three people knew about it outside of her family, Beth, Erika, and Jack. They were the only ones she ever told. 

Taking a deep breath, Molly moved as far away from him as she could, “You wouldn’t understand, Rooster.”

A few seconds later, she unbuckled and opened her car door, “I need to get some air.”

Rooster opened his mouth to try to stop her, but the door was already shut behind her. Molly walked several feet away and bent over. Her breath was shaky and forced. She didn’t expect to feel this way about him. She didn’t expect to have butterflies or constantly be blushing around him. She loved being around him, but she started to realize that she loved it too much. 

“Get your shit together,” She whispered to herself, “You still have days to go.”

Rooster watched as she walked in circles in the parking lot. He wanted to go out and comfort her, even if he didn’t know what was going on. He felt the need to just help her. Rooster couldn’t explain or understand how this girl seemed to steal his heart, but he knew that she had it. Even if Molly herself didn’t know, or wasn’t sure if she wanted it, she had him in the palm of her hand.

The second he saw her shaking he sprung out of the car and ran to her. He wrapped her in his arms, holding her as tightly as he could. Her whole body shook as she cried. She clung to him. His heart ached, he didn’t know how to help her or what was going on. 

“It’s okay, I’ve got you Mak.”

At a rest stop in the middle of Illinois, Molly looked up at Rooster and finally saw it. She saw the concern, she saw the way he looked at her. She finally felt the safety he offered her. She relaxed in his arms. In that moment, Molly realized that he wouldn’t hurt her, he would do everything he could to keep her safe and happy. She trusted him. 

In a moment, before she could talk herself out of it, Molly stood on her tiptoes, trying to get as close to him as she could, and she kissed him. She gave him more than she’d given anyone in years. She gave him her heart.

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Sick days for PeterPatterLina please and thank you

The first thing Julie thought when she woke up was how much every part of her hurt. It felt like a bone deep ache that radiated through her entire being. She didn't think she had pushed herself any harder than normal at the gym the day before, but maybe she had?

Only the ache didn't go away even after a long hot shower and some pain meds. Thankfully she didn't have anywhere to be, but still, she had hoped to be a little productive on her day off, not clutching a hot water bottle on the couch.

Worse was that the guys were both out today; Reggie had taken the kids to a farm outside the city to see the animals, maybe see if he could convince Danny to pet a horse. Luke was doing some guitar work as a studio musician for an up and coming band they had met at some function or another.

So Julie had the house to herself and couldn't even take advantage. Instead she got herself some of her favourite feel better snacks and turned on the cheesiest rom com she could find.

She eventually drifted off, but woke up still hurting all over and started to worry. What if something was really wrong? She dragged herself up, and grabbed her phone.

Julie: Don't want to worry either of you, but I really don't feel well, gonna get papi to bring me in to get checked out.

Reggie: We're on our way home now anyways angel, sit tight and I'll drop the kids off to papi and bring you in myself.

Luke: I've got one last track to finish up, just let me know where you end up and I'll be there as soon as I can boss.

Reggie was home soon afterwards and froze when he saw Julie laying there on the couch. "Hey darlin', not feeling too hot?"

She shook her head, hissing a little when he scooped her up, patting him gently on his chest when he started to apologize non-stop. "It's okay cariño, I just hurt everywhere."

"You didn't do that at yoga yesterday though," Reggie commented, securing her in the passenger seat of their sedan.

"It's probably nothing, but I'd rather know then not," Julie said. "Now distract me with stories of the farm."

Reggie offered her a smile, even if it didn't reach his eyes, regaling her of how Danny now wanted a horse and Luna had almost caught a chicken. "Apparently they have a 4H club at their school, I'm gonna see if they can join, they'd love it."

"And see if they need parent volunteers while you're there?" Julie teased. Reggie flushed but she knew that meant yes. They were in between albums now anyways, it would be great for him to get involved in something involving the great outdoors before they missed daylight once they got stuck back in the studio.

They registered at the local hospital, and Luke joined them after a half hour, clutching Julie's hand in his, Reggie's in the other. None of them were fans of the hospital, and more than a little worried. Especially after all the tests they ran on Julie with no answers.

Finally they were called back, the doctor not even reacting to there being three of them. But nothing could prepare them for what he said next.

"We found a tumor in your ovary Mrs. Molina," the doctor said. "We are hopeful that it's benign, but we'd have to do a biopsy to make sure. If it is, it'll be a simple surgery to remove it. If not..."

"I know," Julie replied. "My mom... she went through it all. She didn't make it."

"I'm sorry to hear that," the doctor said. "But let's not dwell on that right now. We'll schedule your biopsy, and take each step as it comes, okay?"

Julie nodded, hands clenched, barely feeling her husband's hands on her. The words were muffled, the world sideways. She couldn't register anything, not even being guided home, two anxious faces sat beside her as she started to cry.

Most of the rest of that night was a blur to Julie. she was sure at some point her dad showed up, Victoria with food in tow, not that she could even think about eating. She tried to be normal for Danny and Luna, but she was also sure they could feel the tension in the air, and they treated her like she was made of glass.

Luke carried her to bed that night while Reggie tucked in the kids, the three of them eventually gathered in a tearful huddle in the bed as they made plans. Discussed what would happen if the worst should happen.

None of them slept very much that night.

The day of the biopsy, Julie was wide awake long before dawn, staring out the window. Luke and Reggie were curled around her, Danny and Luna down by their feet, the whole family wanting to be together the night prior.

"Mami," Julie prayed. "Please... look after them if I can't."

"Don't talk like that," Luke murmured. "It'll be alright."

"And if it's not, there's lots of options," Reggie said, yawning around the words. "You're not going anywhere, we won't let you."

"I don't think you have any control over that hun," Julie chuckled.

Reggie and Luke just clutched her tighter, as if that would keep her there. Like their love would make it all better, and Julie sorely wished it would.

She doesn't remember much about the trip to the hospital, or going under. Only awakening in a private room with four anxious faces holding flowers, balloons, and stuffed animals. Hugging her family close and starting the next part; the worst part-all the waiting for the results.

The next few weeks were fraught, and Julie jumped every time her phone rang. She tried writing song after song, with the guys helping when she broke down or screamed in frustration, tossing the notebook at the wall.

Finally the call came, and Julie was sure she cracked her phone screen from how tightly she was gripping it.

"Mrs. Molina? The tumor was benign."

"Oh thank God," Julie breathed out.

"We're very happy to report that we found no pre-cancerous signs either, so we can schedule a time for us to get the rest of it out and that should take care of the pain."

Julie thanked the doctor profusely, setting up a follow up appointment and turned to her family, full of smiles.

"I'm okay," she breathed out.

There was a lot of cheering, crying, and hugs that night.

And Julie slept surrounded by her family once more, not wanting to be apart from them any longer than she had to. They clung to her, and maybe there was something to their love keeping her there. So Julie hugged them back just as tight, determined to stick around for as long as fate would let her.

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all my love

for @elventhespian, by @crowwithaccesstotheinternet​

PROMPT: “My soul I do swear for fresh, in-character Willabeth fic or any Willabeth art: angsty, tender, sexy, funny, adventurous, Pre-Cotp, pre-AWE, an oddball AU–whatever, just… I *need* it. I would especially love something that isn’t done as much or hasn’t been done before. The One Day Beach Scene, after-curse reunion and their private swordfighting lessons have been done many times–I will NOT complain if you choose those, but would be extra delighted if it was something less explored” WORD COUNT: 2524

Elizabeth Turner, neé Swann, stood on the sand and silently watched the Flying Dutchman as it disappeared below the horizon in a flash of green light. One day. Ten years. And Will was a man of his word- she knew he would never make the same mistake as Davy Jones and abandon his duties. In that moment, she both loved and hated him for it. With a start, Elizabeth realized she was crying. They’d gone through so much, sacrificed so much to be together… and this was it. This was all she got. 

With a sigh, she wiped the tears from her face and slowly began walking across the beach back to her rowboat. A cool breeze whipped across her skin, tangling her hair into knots. Seabirds wheeled above the water, crying out, and the rhythmic lapping of the waves against the shore served as the beat to which one thought repeated again and again in her mind: What on Earth am I going to do now?

Elizabeth frowned, deep in contemplation as she began to row across the water towards the Black Pearl. What now? Her options, the way she figured them, were thus: she could go back to land, leave piracy behind her and attempt to return to polite society and an ordinary life, or…

She looked at where the Black Pearl was anchored, its sails rustling in the breeze. 

Or she could stay. Retain her title as Pirate King, and live the life of adventure she’d dreamed of since she was a little girl. Elizabeth had no interest in living under anyone else’s shadow; she’d have to procure a ship and a crew for herself, but that could be done easily enough. It would be difficult, and not to mention dangerous, but…

She smiled to herself as the rowboat came up alongside the Black Pearl. The choice was obvious. 

That night, as she sat in her cabin writing in her journal, her thoughts began to drift back to her husband. To the steady beating of a heart locked away in a chest she’d hidden. It was strange, the way she found herself missing him. The unfairness of their separation made her uselessly angry, and she felt the beginnings of grief for how much of each other’s lives they were going to miss- but the ache was already dulled, as though it was either an old pain or one she had yet to fully feel.

Elizabeth set down her quill… and then paused, considering. Flipping to a fresh page, not quite knowing what she was doing, she began to write:

My dearest Will,

Although it has yet to be even a full day since we parted, I miss you dearly. I don’t quite know what to do with myself over it. My mind keeps turning to you, aboard the Dutchman- I am ever so thankful that at least you are not alone and that you are with your father. That your reunion came at such a cost is cruelly unfair. I hope the two of you are able to make up for lost time together. 

I don’t know why I’m writing this to you. I suppose it helps to imagine you reading letters of mine, somehow- makes this whole mess we’ve found ourselves in seem a little less permanent. 

Today, after you left, I had to decide what I wanted to do next. The future feels so unimaginably vast- after all we’ve been through, nearly anything at all seems possible. It scares me a little, but it excites me as well. I think I’m going to stay at sea, Will. I thought about it for a long time and I don’t think I could ever return back to a quiet life on land. I don’t think I have it in me to walk away from all of this. I don’t think I ever did, really. 

It wasn’t until I really considered the thought of leaving my title as King behind that I realized how scared I was of going back to being stifled, to sanding down all my sharp edges and blunting my teeth. So I’m going to make a go of it here, as Pirate King. I’m going to find a fleet of my own to command, and put together a crew, and likely send a lot more men your way. 

I don’t know what the future is going to look like, but I know I’ll always have an eye on the horizon and my heart fixed on the day when I’ll get to see you again. 

All my love,

Elizabeth 

She tore the page from her journal and cast around for an empty bottle. Elizabeth knew it was desperately foolish, but even the dimmest chance that Will might read her words, that the two of them might not be entirely cut off from each other, was enough for her to roll up her letter and seal it within an empty bottle of rum. Before she could lose her nerve entirely, she stepped out of her cabin and crept up to the deck, bottle in hand. 

It was a full moon, clouds skittering across the horizon above the endless dark sea. The cold, salt-tinged nighttime wind ghosted across her skin. Elizabeth looked down over the ship’s railing at the fathomless waters beneath, took a deep breath, and lightly tossed her message in a bottle over the side of the Black Pearl. 

She watched it bob up and down on the waves for a few moments before turning away. She was almost entirely certain that Will would never lay eyes on her letter, but she felt better for having written it anyways. 

It took several weeks for her to stop glancing at the ocean every other minute in search of a reply, but soon enough her mind was filled with other, more pressing issues. In the span of a few weeks, she’d forgotten about the letter completely. 

-

Will Turner, former blacksmith’s apprentice and newly christened captain of the Flying Dutchman, stood on the deck of his ship as it slipped across the waves. It was a fine day, nothing but gentle white clouds and endlessly rolling ocean in sight, and the tattered sails of his ship billowed in the wind. Will could hear the sound of his crew working steadily behind him, keeping his ship running at a swift pace. 

He could feel his crew, too, by virtue of some supernatural sense that constantly lay in the back of his mind. All he had to do was reach for that awareness and he could sense exactly where his crew and the spirits under his care were. It was vague, and faint enough to ignore most of the time, but it had been one of the most unexpected parts of taking on Davy Jones’ role. 

Right now, everyone was where they should be: his crew working up top, and the souls of the dead belowdecks. The ends of Will’s coat fluttered in the breeze as he gazed out at the neverending ocean. Today he felt odd- contemplative, perhaps. He’d barely had a moment to himself to think since becoming the Dutchman’s captain. It had been a steep, strange learning curve, one that he was only now beginning to get used to. 

Really, he didn’t think he was ever going to get used to the emptiness in his chest. 

Silence where a pulse had been. 

Emptiness where his wife had once stood next to him. 

Ten years, he reminded himself. Or, well, less than that now actually. Nine years, ten months, and twenty-three days. 

With a sigh, he began to walk along the deck, his hand trailing along the railing. He probably ought to go below and check on the dead…

Wait, what was that? A flash of light in the water below caught his eye. Upon further inspection, it seemed to be some kind of glass bottle glinting in the sunlight. Will frowned. That’s unusual. Something about it felt important, somehow. 

In a few minutes, Will had the bottle in his hands and a feeling of anticipation building in his gut. There was a rolled up message sealed within. He had the strangest feeling that… but no, that wasn’t possible.

He unrolled the letter and began to read:

My dearest Will…

Shock rippled through him like a stone dropped in a still pond. There was absolutely no mistaking those sloping letters; that was Elizabeth’s handwriting. 

She’d written him a letter. 

Will read through the rest of her words in something near disbelief. By the time he finished, a feeling of unexpected happiness and profound love had risen in his chest, so bright and strong it was almost painful. He silently thanked every lucky star that Calypso had taken mercy on them, and hurried to go search for some paper and a quill. 

Dearest Elizabeth,

I barely even know what to say- I never once thought to expect that perhaps I would be able to hear from you again, that you, my clever wife, might find some way to circumvent our separation. I love you so much, with all of my heart, all of my love, for all of eternity my dear. Your letter was the most precious gift to me- when I was reading your words it was almost as if I could hear your voice in my ear, like we were reunited already. Thank you. I miss you every day. 

I, too, am glad to be with my father. Although in all honesty some days I don’t quite know how to feel about it. Thankful, I suppose, that fate has given us more time together. But lately I’ve become quite- regretful, perhaps, thinking of my mother and the fact that she is not here with us to be reunited as I have been. It’s a grief that never quite goes away, I think. Of course logically I know that I am no longer an orphan, but some nights my heart (or the echo of it) has trouble remembering. 

But I’d rather not fill a letter to you with such maudlin things. Who knows if this shall ever even reach you, after all! I’m glad you’ve decided to keep your title and your life at sea. I daresay that there has never been a more utterly terrifying pirate to sail these waters than you and for the world’s sake I hope there never shall be. When your mind is fixed on something there is hardly a force in all of creation that would dare stand in your way.  

And I sincerely hope that you never again feel the need to be anything less than the incredible, razor-sharp woman that you are. As Jack and Gibbs like to say- ‘Take what you can, and give nothing back.’

You have my heart always and are in my thoughts nearly every day. Take care, Elizabeth. 

 All of my love, 

Will 

Will carefully rolled up the letter and sealed it away in a glass bottle. As he watched it slowly drift away on the waves, he prayed that this miracle of Elizabeth’s would work again. 

-

Elizabeth liked to think of herself as a quick study when it came to learning new things, and in recent years- having spent far more time in the company of pirates than was strictly respectable- she’d picked up her fair share of knowledge. Namely: sailing, fighting, gambling, drinking to excess, and- most relevant to this particular moment- swearing filthily enough to make the Devil himself blush. 

Anamaria, her recently hired first mate and budding confidante, stood a few feet away with her arms crossed and her cool gaze resting on Elizabeth. “Are you about finished?”

“Fuck,” said Elizabeth, with feeling, as her mind circled back to that same inevitable question she seemed to find herself asking far too often: “What the hell am I going to do now?”

“Take some time,” Anamaria said, taking a few steps over to where Elizabeth stood. “and think about it. You have options, you know.” She reached out and laid a hand on Elizabeth’s shoulder, their eyes meeting. “Whatever you decide, you’ll have me and the rest of the crew in your corner to support you.” 

Elizabeth nodded, breathing in deep. “Thank you. I appreciate it.” The worries that had begun to spiral endlessly in her mind were starting to feel slightly more manageable now. She gestured towards the door. “I think I’m going to go take a walk and think, like you said.” 

After all, getting some fresh air certainly couldn’t hurt. Elizabeth took a deep breath as she stepped outside, letting the feel of the open sea wash over her.

Pregnant. She was pregnant. 

And she had absolutely no idea how to feel about it. 

Overjoyed, of course, and happy beyond all belief. Surprised. Shocked, really. Scared shitless, and anxious beyond measure. 

All of it twisted together in her chest, a roiling mess of emotions and worries. I can’t raise a child at sea. I can’t leave the sea behind. 

She made her way to the edge of the deck, resting her arms on the railing as she let out a sigh. I wish Will was here. 

Below her, the waves lapped rhythmically against the side of her ship. The sun was setting, and the clouds above were a blaze of fiery color that reflected like scattered gold across the sea. Elizabeth let her head drop down to rest against the cool wood of the railing, closing her eyes to just breathe for a second. 

After a few moments, she opened her eyes… and her heart nearly leapt right out of her chest. Right below her, glinting in the water, was a bottle sealed with a cork. She squinted. Was that a rolled-up sheet of paper inside, or were her eyes tricking her? 

Either way, she definitely wasn’t going to take any chances. “Somebody bring me a ladder right now!” Elizabeth shouted. 

It was brawny Qianyu who hurried over with a rope ladder in hand, her long black braid swinging behind her. Elizabeth scurried over the side of the ship as quickly as she could, reaching down to scoop up the lazily bobbing bottle. She held it up to eye level, a triumphant grin rapidly spreading across her face. There were several sheets of paper inside!

As soon as she was back onboard she immediately pried the cork free, ignoring the stares of her crew.

Dearest Elizabeth…

Elizabeth let out a helpless laugh. It had worked. They’d actually found a way! Bright, piercing joy glowed warm within her, coupled with an overwhelming, overpowering love for Will. He’d gotten her letter! He’d written back! 

She closed her eyes, feeling the press of tears. It was such a small thing, but at that moment it meant nothing less than the entire world to her. When she next saw Tia Dalma, she was going to buy the goddess so many drinks. 

With a smile wide on her face, she opened her eyes and continued to read her husband’s words. 

All of a sudden, ten years was beginning to feel a whole lot shorter. 

[bumbleklee]

labor and delivery

masterlist | 1k prompt masterlist | pregnancy series

pairings: diluc, kaeya, childe and zhongli x female!reader (separate)

warnings: pregnancy, labor/birth, 5.2k words

a/n: congratulations, you’re a mother <3

diluc

Instead of feeling anxious about your due date being days away, you felt at peace. And it felt like the world was at peace, too. The sun illuminated your kitchen, warm beams of light caressing your body. You could hear birds chirping outside and the stray cat you fed was sitting on a barrel next to the window.

You contemplated going outside to bask in the breeze but opted to stay inside. Despite your pleasant mood, you couldn’t help but feel like something was going to happen today. Your mind pondered the possibilities, skipping over the most obvious one.

Diluc was still asleep when you climbed out of bed. Some of the Knights kept him at the tavern extra late so you decided to let him rest.

You stood in front of the counter of your kitchen and reached up to pull a mug off a shelf. You had been drinking tea for the majority of your pregnancy and you couldn’t wait until you could finally have a mug of coffee again. You hummed to yourself as you filled the kettle with water and placed it on the stove.

A sudden, abrupt feeling hit your body like a ton of bricks. The feeling made your body jerk and a gasp left your lips, your hand instinctively covering your baby bump. Your other hand swept across the counter and knocked the ceramic mug onto the ground, leaving the porcelain to break into a million pieces.

Your midwife had described that leading up to the birth of the twins, you might feel braxton hicks. But something inside of you was telling you that this wasn’t just braxton hicks.

And your fears were correct when you felt something warm and wet running down your legs.

You screamed for your husband, panic rising up your throat. The comforting morning you had was thrown out the window as another contraction hit your body. “This can’t be happening,” You said to yourself. You were afraid to move, afraid to do anything, so all you could is yell for Diluc and pray that he heard you.

When Diluc finally heard you calling his name, he shot out of bed. He didn’t even bother to put proper clothes or shoes on, running down the stairs in his pajama set.

“Hey, hey,” Diluc said, shock and confusion written all over his face. “What’s going on?”

“The babies,” You breathed out, “I think they’re coming.”

You watched as the color drained from Diluc’s face. You weren’t supposed to have the twins for another few days. Nothing was set up and Diluc had even given his staff the weekend off. “Oh my god. Oh my god. What should we do? What should I do?”

Another contraction hit before you could answer, sending Diluc into another fit of hysteria. “You need to go into town and get my midwife,” You shakily said, “Like, now.”

“And leave you alone? Oh god, what if you give birth right here?”

You stepped closer to Diluc and pulled on his arms, guiding his hands to your baby bump. “I need you to focus. We can’t have both of us freaking out, okay?” Your husband nodded. “Everything is going to be fine but you need to get my midwife.”

Diluc nodded his head again, more firmly this time. His shaky hands led you to the couch where he knew you would be safe. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and bolted out the door, leaving you alone.

At the sound of the front door closing, you couldn’t stop the tears welling in your eyes. You knew Diluc would be back with your midwife and everything would be fine, like you said moments before, but you couldn’t stop the sheer terror that was creeping through your bones. Were you ready to be a mother? Could you give your babies the life they deserve? Too many questions flooded your mind and for the first time in months, you cried.

They return home within an hour and by then your tears have dried up. You were trying to focus on your breathing instead.

Diluc rushed to you, grateful that you were where he left you. “Is everything okay?” He asked quietly upon seeing your puffy eyes and red cheeks.

You forced a smile onto your lips and nodded, “Everything’s okay.”

“Where are we having this baby?” Your midwife said, interrupting the moment between you and Diluc. He stood up straight and motioned to the stairs.

“The bedroom,” He told her. Your midwife headed upstairs, pulling a rolling chest behind her, and Diluc helped you stand up. His fingers squeezed your hips, “Ready to have a baby?”

You threw your head over your shoulder, “Two babies, ‘Luc.”

For a moment, Diluc’s calm demeanor vanished and you swore you could see a spark of panic in his eyes. But your husband instead just smiled sweetly and helped you walk up the stairs.

Labor was not what you expected. You assumed that when your water broke, you would have your babies moments after but as you laid in the middle of your bed, you realized that wasn’t the case here. Contractions still hit your body every now and then but you were able to rest and even distract yourself from them.

“I’m bored,” You complained to Diluc, nuzzling closer to his warm body beside you.

“Do you want to play a card game?” Diluc asked. When you looked up to give him a deadpanned look, he put his hands up in defense. “What about a book?”

“Are you trying to make me even more bored?”

You wished you were able to leave the bed but as instructed by your midwife, you were on bed rest until the twins were born. Your midwife entered the bedroom again to check you and only gave you a sympathetic smile, “Four centimeters. We’ve got to get you up to ten.”

You groaned and threw your head back onto the pillow.

Your midwife left the room again and you sat up (as much as you could). You turned your body awkwardly so you could face Diluc, “Who do you think is going to come first?”

Diluc thought for a moment, “I think Clara will.”

You nodded in agreement, “One of the twins is super active and the other isn’t. I bet it’s Clara. She’s going to be fiery just like you.”

Around midnight your midwife checked you once more. Finally, you were almost ten centimeters dilated. Diluc moved off the bed and pulled up a chair next to it, instantly taking your hand in his. There was another twenty minutes before you felt a contraction that wracked your body. Your hand squeezed Diluc’s so hard he let out a yelp.

Your midwife sprung into action. She was at the foot of the bed in seconds, ready to guide you through the process. “Legs up, good, now just focus on me, okay? When you feel this next contraction, you’re going to push.”

Your chest was rapidly rising and falling and Diluc rubbed your thumb with his. And just like your midwife said, when the next contraction hit your body, you pushed.

The pain that ripped through your body was unlike anything you had felt before. It clouded your vision and you thought you couldn’t breathe. “You’re doing great,” Your midwife assured you, “Once the head is out, the baby will slide out like butter.”

Out of curiosity, Diluc poked his head around the corner of the bed.

And what a horrible decision that was.

“Oh my god,” Diluc mumbled, his face turning pale again. The grip around your hand became loose until his hand fully let go of yours. You heard a thump on the wooden floors and your mouth dropped.

Your midwife stared at your unconscious husband for a moment. “He can wait,” She decided, turning back to you. Your eyes squeezed shut in pain and you gripped the bedsheet beside you. “I see a head,” She smiled. “Ready again?”

You nodded your head before taking in a deep breath and pushing again. But there was no going back now and within moments of that push, you heard the little cries of a newborn baby. You wanted to stop and admire your baby but a gasp made you remember you weren’t done.

“What’s going on?” Diluc said groggily, finally standing off the floor. He was rubbing his head and froze when he saw the mess on the bed.

“Don’t pass out again,” Your midwife said sternly, “You have a daughter to clean up.”

Daughter. Clara was born first like you and Diluc said. Your vision was blurry from tears, the sight of Diluc and Clara distorted.

“Almost there,” Your midwife told you. After a few more minutes of strenuous pushing, relief flooded the lower half of your body. “And there he is.”

You tried to sit up but you were too weak. Two sets of cries could be heard and right now, that was music to your ears. Your son was placed on your chest and soon followed by your daughter. Your arms folded around them. Your midwife smiled as she cleaned up as much as she could before leaving the room to give you and Diluc some privacy.

“You did it,” Diluc said. He was in awe and couldn’t believe this was real life. The babies had tufts of red hair like himself but their nose was yours. Diluc wished he could photograph the sight in front of him. This was the start of your family.

kaeya

When Kaeya woke up in the early hours of the morning, he didn’t understand why at first. The night was peaceful and the bed was more than comfortable. His eyes ghosted to the side to see you still fast asleep. The blanket was pulled up beneath your chin and silent breaths left your mouth. It was only when Kaeya shifted did he realize why he woke up.

The sheets were soaking wet, especially from your side of the bed.

Kaeya’s hands gently shook you awake and you groaned, slowly opening your eyes. “Love, I think you had an accident.”

It took you a moment to register Kaeya’s face in the dark. “What are you talking about?” You asked before feeling the wet sheets yourself. An embarrassed fluster crept onto your cheeks but before you could say anything, a pain crashed down on your body.

“What’s going on?” Kaeya asked, immediately alert to your sudden movement.

“I think my water broke,” You said quietly, rubbing your stomach to try and soothe the ache that was growing. “Kaeya, it’s starting to hurt.”

“What is?” He was on his feet now, running to the other side of the bed to help you sit up. “Is it the baby?”

“I don’t know,” You answered, “I think so. It hurts here.” You motioned to the area underneath your baby bump and frowned. Kaeya helped you get out of bed and change clothes.

“Can you walk?” You nodded. There were spouts of pain with periods of calmness and you were ready to take advantage of those. You and Kaeya weren’t sure what to do. Fortunately, you had set up the guest bedroom a week ago. Unfortunately, your midwife was out of town this week.

“This wasn’t supposed to happen until next week,” You said, your voice shaking, “I don’t want to have the baby yet.”

Kaeya chuckled, “That’s not an option.”

Still dazed from your sleep, Kaeya led you to the guest bedroom and you sat on the edge of the bed. Your husband stripped the sheets off the other bed while you rested. Slowly, the fact you were going to have a baby that day was creeping into your mind. You were ready, you knew you were, but the thought was still scary. And your midwife wasn’t around.

Kaeya came back to the bedroom and rubbed your back comfortingly. You were still sitting on the edge of the bed, stiff as a board, eyes squeezing shut and your body tensing when a contraction hit.

“Can you do it yourself?”

His words made you look up in shock. Your husband couldn’t be suggesting you give birth without a guide, right? But when Kaeya looked back at you with a serious look, you felt your stomach drop.

“Look,” Kaeya took your hand in his, “Your midwife is out of town this week and I don’t know anyone else in Mondstadt who knows how to deliver a baby. You read books on childbirth, you’ll know what to do.”

You sucked in a deep breath. He was right - you did read a lot about labor and delivery. It would be hard without anyone there to help you but if your baby was coming, your baby was coming. Kaeya continued to rub your back as you contemplated your decision.

“I’ll do it,” You said, “But I need Jean.”

“What?”

“She’s my best friend. If I can’t have my midwife, then I want Jean.”

Kaeya knew it was useless to argue with you and the quicker he got Jean, the quicker you could get on with the process of labor.

“Alright, alright,” He said, defeated, “But don’t move.”

You promised him and Kaeya left to retrieve Jean. Alone in the house, you wandered the halls. Surprisingly, stretching your legs helped the pain slightly. You stopped outside of the door to your daughter’s nursery. There was a ‘C’ on the door and when you pushed the door open, you were met with a pastel pink wonderland.

There were photos of The Knights of Favonius on the walls and gifts from them littered the room. There was a stuffed rabbit from Amber and handmade clothes from Lisa. Even Diluc had gifted your baby a set of wooden blocks.

Your hand rubbed your baby bump gently, “Soon,” You said aloud. “Soon we’ll meet each other.”

The door to your house opened quickly and inside rushed Jean and Kaeya. Your husband frowned at the sight of you in the nursery and put his hands on his hips, “You promised me you wouldn’t leave the guest room.”

You only shrugged your shoulders and smiled.

Jean looked disheveled. She was wearing her pajamas and her hair was down from her usual ponytail. But she wore a look of determination on her face and you knew you needed her by your side throughout everything.

Once you were back in bed, your labor progressed quickly. The time between your contractions was becoming shorter and shorter and it was hard to catch your breath. Sharp pains were rocketing down your spine and bubbling in your abdomen and you didn’t know how you were going to survive this.

“Just breathe,” Jean said. She didn’t know anything about childbirth but when Kaeya came banging on her door in a panic, she knew you needed her.

Since you were in charge of your own delivery, you had to check yourself often. It was becoming increasingly harder to do but you knew it was important. “I'm seven centimeters,” You told your company. When they looked at you with a blank expression, you said, “It’s going to happen soon.”

Kaeya whispered affirmations in your ear, trying to distract you from the pain as you waited around. Jean brought you a cold washcloth and placed it on your forehead. You sighed in relief and leaned back against the mountain of pillows. While Jean looked at the various things scattered around the room, Kaeya leaned closer to your face.

“You’re a warrior,” He told you, his forehead almost touching yours. “We’re almost there. Just think about holding little Calla.”

You groaned as another contraction hit your body. “It just hurts so much.”

“I know, I know,” Kaeya pressed a kiss to your nose. You closed your eyes and tried to think about something relaxing. You knew you wouldn’t be able to fall asleep, not with contractions wracking your body every few minutes at least.

For a while, you stayed like that. Jean and Kaeya talked quietly about work in the background, pausing to look at you when a contraction hit, and birds were beginning to chirp from outside. You imagined holding baby Calla in your arms with Kaeya beside you. He would be mesmerized by your daughter and you would be so, so in love. And maybe there would be more children down the road. A nice, big family with Kaeya sounded beautiful.

You were ripped from your daydream when a horrible contraction hit your body. It was unlike the others and your legs went numb. Kaeya was by your side in an instant, noticing the change in your reaction.

A sudden urge to push overwhelmed your body. “I can’t do it,” You cried out, your hands trying to find something to grasp onto. Tears were streaming down your face and Kaeya’s heart sank. He hated seeing you like this, especially since the cause of your sadness was from your own fears.

But instead of Kaeya speaking up, Jean rested her hands gently on yours. “Look at me,” She said softly. You sniffled and turned to face your friend, “You can do this. You’re ready and you’re strong. The pain is temporary but you’ll have your baby forever.”

You nodded your head furiously and tried to zone into yourself. You repeated what your childbirth books said, waiting to push until you felt a contraction. Jean rushed around the room and Kaeya held your hand despite you crushing it.

“Is that her head?” Kaeya asked quickly, peering over your legs. He grinned and turned back to you, “Almost there! You got this!”

You had to take a pause to take a deep breath. You felt like there was water in your lungs and you wondered how a human body could endure this much pain. When the next contraction hit, you pushed as hard as you could and squeezed down onto Kaeya’s hand.

A rush of relief washed over your body like a tsunami. You were quick to reach down and pick up your baby, mouth agape that you did that all by yourself. The room was filled with silence until it wasn’t, a tiny cry breaking the air.

Jean handed you a fluffy towel and you quickly wrapped Calla in it, wiping her eyes and nose. “Congratulations,” She said softly, “She’s beautiful.”

“Thank you.” The words tumbled from your mouth in a whisper.

Kaeya kissed your forehead, “I’m so proud of you.”

childe

“She’s nesting,” Zhongli said matter-of-factly, “Like an animal.”

Truthfully, you were nesting. You wouldn’t call it nesting, of course, but the way you were arranging your birthing room was eerily similar. Your baby was due any day now and you were getting anxious about things being perfect. Your midwife had already come by to set up her things and now it was time to set up your things.

A photo of you and Childe sat on the end table, next to a copy of your latest ultrasound. Three of Childe’s sweaters were thrown over the back of the bed and when Childe asked why you needed three, you couldn’t give him a final answer.

After putting a candle down on the adjacent end table, you proudly rejoined the men in the living room.

“How’s the nest coming, Birdie?” Childe grinned, moving over so you could sit beside him.

You rolled your eyes at your boyfriend, “It’s coming along great, thank you very much.”

Childe laughed and wrapped his arm around you. You were content, feeling calm and secure in the moment. You were ready to have your baby and you refused to let it consume you. You were lost in your thoughts when Childe shook you back to reality.

“Are you peeing on me?” He asked, a confused look on his face.

“What?” You exclaimed, looking down. Your pants were soaked from something, darkening them as well as the couch. You felt a sharp pain in your abdomen and your hand raced out to hold your baby bump, “Whoa, he just kicked me hard.”

Childe raised an eyebrow at your weird behavior. “Are you okay?”

You nodded and stood up, looking at the mess you made. “Sorry, I’ll get a towel,” You said. Zhongli paid no mind, trying to understand that you were a heavily pregnant woman, while Childe continued to tease you from down the hall.

You reached for the towel in the bathroom and were met with another pain. You rubbed your belly, “It’s okay, Nikolai.”

Heading back to the living room, you wore a frown on your face. “Is everything okay?” Childe asked, taking the towel from you. His jokes had died off and him and Zhongli were looking at you with concern.

“Um, I don’t think I peed myself,” You said quietly, “I don’t feel good.”

Childe jumped to his feet, “What’s wrong?” His hand came up to caress your cheek as he watched you, trying to see if something was physically wrong. “Are you hurting?”

You managed a nod before another contraction hit your body. You gasped and held onto the bed of the couch for support. “That really hurt.”

Thankfully Zhongli was a man with common sense. “Are you going into labor?” He asked, reaching out to hold onto your arms. “Where does it hurt?”

“Here,” You said, pointing to your stomach.

Zhongli nodded firmly, “I see. Are you expecting a midwife?”

“We are,” Childe answered, running a hand through his hair. “Zhongli, can you stay here while I run and grab her?”

“Certainly.”

Childe turned to look at you and cupped your face again, “Don’t stress, okay? Zhongli is going to be right here if anything happens. I’ll be back in no time.” Your boyfriend ran out the front door and you collapsed down onto the couch, breathing hard.

“Can I get you anything?” Zhongli asked, unsure of what to do. “Water?”

“I’m good,” You said, clenching your teeth. “Can you help me get to the bedroom?”

Zhongli nodded and you held onto his arm. You were trying to regulate your breathing but it was coming out in rough, short breaths instead. You stopped in your tracks when the pain came back, flowering itself inside of you. You groaned and leaned forward, Zhongli needed to wrap his arm around you to steady you.

He helped you in the bed and you instantly grabbed one of Childe’s sweatshirts off the bed. You hugged the fabric tightly and inhaled the comforting scent of your boyfriend. Zhongli paced the room, getting more concerned when your pain was only increasing.

But, thankfully, Childe and your midwife returned home quickly. Zhongli wished you the best and took his leave. You were still holding onto Childe’s sweatshirt.

Your midwife checked you and you were only three centimeters dilated. “I think this is going to be a slow process,” She said sympathetically, “Is there anything you want to do in the meantime?”

“Can I take a bath?” You asked, your ears perking up.

She nodded, “Just call for me if needed.”

Childe helped you out of the bed and kissed the top of your head before helping you to the bathroom. He filled the bath and stripped your clothes, helping you into the tub. Childe sat on the toilet, an excited grin on his face.

“What are you smiling about?” You asked, a smile creeping onto your lips too.

“Just thinking about how we’ll have a baby to hold tonight,” He said. “Teucer is going to be so excited when he hears.”

You hummed in response and leaned back, submerging your body fully in the water. Surprisingly, being in the water helped with your pain. You still felt contractions but they weren’t as breathtaking in the bath. You stayed in the bath for what seemed like hours.

Suddenly, something snapped inside of you. “Oh, shit,” You cried out, hunching forward. “Get the midwife, Childe!”

Your boyfriend shot off his feet to grab your midwife while you cried out again. She hurried into the bathroom and bent down to you. “I’m going to check you.” Her face paled slightly after removing her fingers, “You need to give birth now.”

“What?” You nearly screamed, “Right now?”

“The bath must have sped up the process,” Your midwife explained. You looked at Childe and panic coursed through your eyes. You tried to sit up straight, ready to get out of the bath, but your midwife stopped you. “There’s really no time to dry off and move to the bed. You’ll have to give birth here.”

Your eyes widened, “But I’m in the bath!”

“It’s safest this way,” She said. Your midwife instructed Childe to get some things and when he came back, he sat by the edge of the tub and held your hand. “You’ll need to push the next time you feel a contraction.”

A feeling of upset was bubbling in your throat, “But...but everything is in the bedroom.” You thought about the photos and the candle and the sweatshirts and felt tears welling in your eyes. You wanted to have your baby in the bedroom, not here.

Childe kissed your fingertips, catching your attention. “I’m sorry this wasn’t your plan,” He said, “But you need to listen to your midwife. You want to meet Nikolai, right?”

You nodded, a few tears falling loose. “I do,” You said.

“Then let’s have a baby.”

Childe wrapped his hand tightly around yours and interlocked your fingers. He squeezed it comfortingly and didn’t even flinch when your contraction hit and you nearly broke his fingers. You let out a string of curses, mostly towards Childe, and pushed.

“This sucks! This really sucks!” You cried out, wondering how you were going to get through this.

“You can do it!” Childe assured you.

“Almost there,” Your midwife said, “I see the head.”

It took one more contraction for your son to be born. Immediately, he was placed on your chest and you had to shake your head to focus on reality. “Oh my god,” You muttered, turning to look at Childe. He was grinning ear to ear.

Your midwife wrapped the baby in a towel, cleaning his nose and mouth, before handing him to Childe. She helped you get out of the bath and you almost fell over, your legs feeling like jelly. She wrapped a bigger towel around you and as you gazed behind her, all you could see was the beautiful way Childe looked down at your son.

zhongli

“Watch out, pregnant woman coming through!”

Xinqiu and Xiangling held onto your arms as Chongyun cleared a path through the crowd. Like usual, the teenagers were being your honorary protectors while Zhongli was at work. They took you to the Wanmin Restaurant and Xiangling disappeared momentarily to bring out platters of food.

Your midwife told you that it was best for you to stay home, since your due date was at the end of the week, but you thought one last outing with the kids couldn’t hurt.

“You’re getting bigger each time you come around,” Chef Mao called through the opening of the storefront.

You laughed, “Well, I’m almost at term!”

Xiangling piled your plate high with food, “More for the baby.” Frankly, it was nice being pampered by the teenagers like this. They were selfless, especially towards your unborn baby, and everyday they surprised you.

You were shoving a dumpling in your mouth when an odd feeling struck your abdomen and water gushed onto your pants, the seat, and the ground. Based on your facial expression, the kids knew something was wrong.

“What’s happening?” Xinqiu asked.

“I think my water just broke,” You told him, groaning as a harsh pain swept over you.

“Oh, no.”

In that moment, you were reminded that despite their maturity, they were still children. Panic spread throughout the three of them and they began debating what to do with you.

“Let’s bring her to the infirmary!” Xiangling argued.

“Why would we do that? Let’s bring her home!” Xingqiu shot back.

You held back another groan, “Guys, don’t fight about this.”

But they didn’t seem to hear you. Chongyun’s eyes flickered back and forth before running a hand through his hair, “I think you should bring Y/N home and I’ll get Zhongli.”

“We need to go now,” You said. Xiangling and Xingqiu held onto your arms like before and immediately started towards your house. Chongyun took off in the opposite direction. “Fuck, this hurts,” You muttered, stopping to ride out a contraction. “Excuse my language.”

“It’s okay, we know you’re in pain,” Xiangling says.

Finally, the teenagers get you home and you sit down on the couch. You would wait to move to the bedroom when Zhongli came home. You breathed deeply and Xinqiu spoke up, “Look on the bright side, it’s only going to get worse from here. So this can’t be that bad, right?”

Xiangling glared daggers at him, “I thought you were smart.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at their banter. The pain you were experiencing was worse than anything you had ever felt in your life but with the kids nearby, the pain was bearable. They would make great siblings to your daughter.

Chongyun and Zhongli burst through the front door, startling you. Your midwife was right behind them. Your head was hanging low and you were clenching your jaw each time a contraction hit. His large hands rested on your back and he rubbed your shoulders, “Thank you, kids. I’ve got it from here.”

“Good luck!” Xiangling beamed before ushering the two boys out the door with her.

Zhongli lifted you up by your shoulders and his heart nearly broke when he saw your face. Your eyes were wet and puffy and your nose was already stuffy. Any calmness you had was gone as pure panic and pain overtook your senses.

“Can you stand?” He asked, wanting to move you to the bedroom. You shook your head and Zhongli managed to pick up your body, carrying you to the bedroom. He helped you change before you climbed into the bed, feeling dazed and scared at the same time.

Your body felt weak and you hadn’t even begun giving birth. Your midwife was talking to you but you couldn’t seem to pay attention.

“I’ll need your help,” She said to Zhongli, “You’ll need to grab her leg and hold it steady.” He nodded and did as told. Your midwife grabbed your other leg and you barely looked up. You could feel the pain and you knew what was going on, but you couldn’t comprehend it. The pain was unbearable but you did what your body was telling you.

A gasp left your mouth and Zhongli said something to you. There was pressure and pain, a lot of pain, and then suddenly it was gone. The last thing you saw before your vision went black was the blurry silhouette of your baby.

When you came to, the room was quiet. Your eyes adjusted to the light and you looked around before stopping on your husband. Zhongli sat in the rocking chair in the corner of the bedroom, holding a little bundle in your arms.

“Hey,” You said, your voice hoarse and low. Zhongli looked up and immediately came over to you. Without words, your baby was placed in your arms. “She’s so tiny.”

“I was so worried,” Zhongli said, brushing your hair back to press a kiss to your forehead. “How do you feel?”

“Sore and tired and achy.”

Zhongli slid into the bed next to you and wrapped his arms around your frame, leaning his chin on your shoulder. “She has your nose,” He whispered. Despite having a traumatic labor, it was all worth it.

[thranduilsperkybutt]

Gif source:  Rip

Imagine Rip Wheeler’s belt buckle making impressions on your thigh.

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Rip had watched from under the brim of his hat while you toted groceries into the house, forced to sit on the side-lines.

When he’d tried helping, you had teasingly chastised, “I’m doing something for you, for once. Just sit there and say, ‘Thank you.’”

“Thank you,” he had tried, but nothing had worked in convincing you to let him help with whatever idea had gotten stuck in your head today. “What’s the occasion?”

“Do I need one to be good to you?”

“You’re plenty good to me already, darlin’.”

If he was being honest, he liked watching you, especially in those summer shorts you’ve taken to wearing today. Watching as you moved around his cabin, around his kitchen, like it was where you were meant to be. Like you felt just at home here as he did--- it left him aching for the mirage in front of him to be true.

You’d made him dinner, and he was too busy grinning at the thought of you even wanting to do something like that, that he couldn’t bring himself to care about the small errors in your cooking that you fussed over at the table. Call him a simple man, but he’s almost certain you could have sat anything in front of him right then, and he would have cleaned his plate, just because you made it.

He does finally put his foot down, though, when you try to make a move to take his empty plate.

“No, ma’am,” he murmurs, catching you by your waist as you blink down at him in confusion for the split second it takes to coax you on into his lap, pushed back just far enough from the dinner table to situate you nicely against his denim-clad thighs.

Laughter bubbles from your throat as you weakly push against his chest, as if this isn’t exactly where you want to be, “I gotta’ clean the dishes up, Rip.”

“Mmm, fuck the dishes,” is all it takes for you to melt there, into his chest and the hand at the small of your back, urging you closer until you were flush against him. The kiss he’s searching for is answered by your eager lean, arms slipping around his neck as the wooden chair supporting the both of you creaks minutely with your shift in position.

He tastes like the liquor he had with dinner, and grins against your lips before his hand finds your bare thigh and squeezes. This kiss, though, has no further intent past the simple intimacy of the closeness itself.

Heart hammering in his chest, he’s sure you’ll be able to hear it when you drag your head down to rest atop his shoulder. You linger there, in the warm hold he has on you, with little care for the cold dig of his belt buckle against the flesh of your inner thigh. The rest of him is soft enough to make up for it.

After a breath of comfortable silence, Rip starts, "Thank you for dinner,” and you hum delightfully beside his ear.

“You liked it? Even though I---”

“If you don’t quit,” he stops your continued worrying over the meal with another squeeze of your thigh. “It tasted fine. Hell, if you were to fix me fifty meals just like that one, I’d never complain.”

“Is that what you want?” you chuckle, leaning back to catch his eye, your fingertips raking through the dark trim of his beard, “Me, cooking for you all the time like some little housewife?” It’s only half a joke. The sparkle in your eye reaches just as far as the genuine curiosity for his answer does, but Rip doesn’t leave you wondering for long.

He’s quite certain of what he wants.

“You don’t have to cook all the time to be my little housewife,” is his playful answer, but the dark intensity of his blue-eyed stare proves how serious he is about it. He means what he says, and says what he means.

And it makes you smile a bit wider, as you melt back into him with a contented sigh, “Maybe one of these days, if you ask me nicely, you’ll get what you want.”

His shoulders shake with his chuckle, a deep, contented warmth settling over the both of you as you simply hold each other for a while longer. Soft murmurs of what pieces of his day and yours which hadn’t been shared over dinner passing between you, and by the time you do finally, reluctantly, rise from his lap, his thumb brushes against the indent his belt buckle leaves along your inner thigh, as much a brand as the one on his chest.

When he helps you clear the table, he catches glimpses of his temporary claim. The simple knowledge that it’ll disappear soon is enough to make him wish for something more permanent of his to be left on your body. Something more substantial than the buckle’s indent, or the lingering evidence of your love that would always fade, because if there’s one thing he wants to last, it’s this moment, right now, with you.

Rip thinks a ring might fit you nicely, one of these days.

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━ using your safe word scenarios ★

characters : hajime iwaizumi, tetsuro kuroo, keiji akaashi.

there will be a part 2 & 3 coming soon!

edit : p.2 is out <3

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▲ cw : not proof read, angst, use of safeword, “red” used as the safeword, clit spanking, mean!doms, hurt/comfort, established relationship, forced orgasm, jealousy, oral m! receiving, facefucking, foreplay f! receiving, degradation, slight punishment if you squint, aftercare/reassurance , all characters are 18+, MDNI ▼

Kuroo

- you weren’t necessarily in a good mood to be fucked roughly by him

- you just wanted some soft passionate sex with kuroo

- You assumed he’d figure out what you wanted due to him knowing you better than yourself.

- But you were wrong..very wrong.

-Not wanting to disappoint your boyfriend you played along.

- biggest mistake.

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you bobbed your head on his cock while he groaned at the slow pace. you were taking your time today since you weren’t in the best mood to be shoving him down your throat. you thought he take this as a sign of you wanting things slow soft and sweet, instead he took this as a sign of you being bratty, a brat who deserves punishment in his eyes.

“you little brat.” he forcefully shoved his cock down your throat. You gagged in response feeling your eyes become glossy, tears promising to spill at any given minute, looking up at him with pleading eyes hoping he’d show some form of mercy. but of course, he didn’t. tightening the grip on your hair he moved you back and forth on his cock causing you to gag and your breathing becoming heavy.

you heart ached in your chest as you tried to push him off, but to no avail. a dark chuckle leaving his throat as he watched you struggle, a sight he would commonly enjoy. “such a bad girl today huh? maybe i should go find another goodgirl. one that’ll actually listen.” you tried to shake your head as fat tears streamed down your face, the thought of him replacing you being one your biggest fears. did he mean that? just cause you weren’t in a good mood he was gonna replace you? you thought to yourself noticing the grip he had on you loosened a little. you could move away now and so you did. pulling away from his cock trying to catch your breath only causing him to get angrier. “why are you being so bad today? why cant you be a goodgirl and-“

“Red!” you choked out a sob as more tears fell from your face staining the bed sheets beneath you. sitting up, your palms resting on your thighs as you sobbed. the room went silent with the only sound present being your soft cries alongside with your occasional sniffles. confused he lifted your chin up, you pathetically looked up at him like a helpless little puppy. he finally understood what was wrong, mumbling a few curses as he got closer to you, sitting you on his lap as you cried into his chest.

“easy now baby. i’m so sorry...” he whispered thanking whatever was above that he hadn’t lost you, feeling horrible for not picking up the obvious signs you weren’t in the mood for any of this.

“d-do you really wanna l-leave me?” your voice was hoarse from one getting your throat fucked and two crying. hugging you tighter and feeling nothing but regret. each cry you let out tugged at his heartstrings. he never wanted this how could he have been so blind? you were his little baby he wanted to protect every chance he got. now you were here. sobbing into his chest all because he didn’t realize you weren’t in the right mood today. 

“never prettygirl. i’d be devastated without you in my life... I didn’t mean that I promise.” he pulled you away from his chest to face you. kissing the few tears you had left on you. even with tears pampered all over your face, to him you still managed to be pretty. even if it hurt him since he was the reason for all this, you could tell he was on the brink of tears too. he couldn’t imagine a life without you without his precious girlfriend in his life he’d be a train wreck.

“i-i...i just wanted us to go nice and gentle tonight..i didn’t have a good day today..but i didn’t want you to be mad since you like it when its rough so..”

he let out a chuckle at your last sentence causing you to look at him in confusion. “yeah being rough is nice and all but its only nice when you’re in the right mindset for it. you should’ve told me you weren’t feeling it tonight baby. If you wanna get fucked nice and gently by me you should’ve just said so my love.” he says planting a kiss on your forehead.

you smiled, reverting back to your previously cheery self making kuroo more than happy. he rested his head on top your shoulder “if you want, we can try again baby. this time i’ll give it to you nice and sweet..you’d like that wouldn’t you my pretty baby?” he whispers into your ear planting kisses down your neck as you let out a whimper feeling him smirk against your neck.

“mm-mhm please tetsu...”

he wastes no time wrapping his arms around your waist as your cunt feels him hardening again. “whatever my baby wants who am i to deny?”

akaashi

- the thought of using your safeword never occurred to you when you were with akaashi

- in fact he suggested it just in case things took a turn you didn’t like

- tonight was different though you were his innocent girlfriend who just wanted to treat him the way he treats you so lovingly

- wearing nothing but his shirt accompanied by a cute pair of panties feeling confident about your plan to please your boyfriend.

- though it doesn’t go according to plan,

you saw him sitting on the bed reading a novel still in his formal clothing. You were feeling particularly needy tonight learning a few new things you read from the internet a week ago on how to please your boyfriend sexually. you did however feel a bundle of nerves fill you up, but you just assumed it was because this was something you’ve never done before to anyone.

akaashi was not only your first, but he was your first boyfriend your first everything when it came to romance. now, putting all your insecurities aside, you were going to try out what you learned tonight on your beloved boyfriend!

 walking towards him, you crawled on top of his lap, arms wrapped around his neck to pull him in for a sweet kiss. he smirked setting his book down on the nightstand while taking his glasses off as well.

“Can I help you pretty girl?” he questioned placing his hands on your hips. “oh nothing...i just want you tonight..is that okay?” you asked, your innocent voice making akaashi smile. you were just so cute and pure in his eyes. you jump in excitement ready to initiate your plan to please your boyfriend. you started kissing him slowly yet passionately, grinding your wet cunt against his slowly hardening cock through his pants.

he opened his eyes to clearly understand what you were doing. to his shock what he assumed was correct. His innocent girlfriend who had no knowledge on how to please her boyfriend grinding up against him. maybe you were just being extra needy? he told himself. not longer after he snapped back to reality as he felt you pull away from him only to kiss down his jaw leaving a trail of soft kisses.

His cheeks becoming red as your soft lips traced down to unbutton his shirt. “so handsome..” You said kissing his chest as you went down to his abdomen. he would be lying if he said he wasn’t enjoying this, but.... Your not gonna do what he thinks you are right?? his own girlfriend who was too shy who cried at the first attempt to sucking him off?? no he must be getting ahead of himself.

looking down once more to check up on you, he finds you unbuckling his pants letting his cock spring free. his mouth agape seeing your head already lick his precum nice and clean, pumping him a few times to get all his precum out. he shudders as your wet tongue touches his cock, giving him kitten licks here and there. taking a deep breath, shoving him down your throat all in one go, a small gag escaping from you, squeezing your eyes tightly trying your best not to cry.

humming, you bobbing back and forth making him grunt at the waves of pleasure you were giving him. Still, he felt uneasy. who taught you this?? he was always the one guiding you, teaching you how to do things yet here you were sucking him down your pretty little throat. head thrown back his groans mixed with his thoughts, he kept overthinking the reasons as to how you picked up on this.

did Bokuto teach you?? you two always got along so well..sometimes leaving akaashi to third wheel, but why was he thinking about that now??

 “shit..” he grunted as he felt his high approaching. He tried to pull your head back so he wouldn’t end up cumming in your mouth, but you stayed on his cock till he came.

smiling at him, you licked your lips, swallowing his cum. leaving him surprised at everything you’ve just done. you’ve never did any of this nor tried to. It hurt the first time you tried to give him head now here you are taking him down your throat? He couldn’t believe it.

he wanted to get to the bottomed of this quickly.

“dirty girl.” he spits out flipping you to the other side of the bed, pushing your head down to the pillow putting your ass up with your cunt in full display for him. you winced at the sudden aggressive force.

“who taught you all those things you little slut?”hooking his finger onto your soaked panties to push them aside, he shoved two fingers deep inside of your dripping hole making you whimper at the painful stretch, not giving you enough time to adjust as he pumped into you.

“k-keiji w-wait!!” you whined screwing your eyes shut to fight back your tears, while he started pumping his fingers at an inhuman pace, he hovered over you, your back to his chest while his head rested on your shoulder.

“i asked you a question, so I expect an answer.” his voice was cold and stern without a sound of love or worry. the stretch of his fingers were painful especially with how he was practically scissoring you open. your eyes rolled at to the back of your head feeling your climax approaching, but it hurt so much you weren’t used to such a rough pace.

akaashi always took his time with you. Going slow and easy, praising you, calling you his angel or goodgirl for taking him in so well. but now he was none of these things.this felt like a completely different person to what you were use to.

“mm’ n-no one! keiji- p-please s-slow down it hurts!!” you sobbed only making him click his tongue at you, your heart sank feeling foggy and uneasy.“you probably like that it hurts huh? you’re dripping around my fingers you filthy slut.” he never used a tone as harsh as this before. never calling you names or degrading you in general. the pain in your chest overlapping the pleasure as more tears fall.

“n-no not a s-slut!! p-please stop! it hurts please keiji please-“ you begged feeling your stomach tighten as he kept fingering you till you screamed, squirting all over the bed sheets. “dirty slut.” He pulled out abruptly from you causing you to choke out another sob. your body trembling at this point as you pant out in desperation to form words scared of what he might do next. “N-no more please I’ll be good i p-promise just please..” you begged him once again, hoping he’d notice the pain you were in...he didn’t.

“no. sluts like you don’t get to make decisions like that.” He was about to pull your shirt off until you screamed and kicked  “red! red! r-red!!” he moved away only to watch you curl in on yourself, hugging your knees for comfort, refusing to look him in the eyes. “baby..?” he said softly trying to move you to face him to his horror you flinched shrinking in on yourself.

“keiji... why were you s-so...mean to me i only wanted to make you feel good..you always make me feel good so why did you..” immediately, he scooped you into his arms rocking you back and forth as if you were a toddler. you cuddled up against his chest as he felt your tears fall on his chest.he didn’t mind of course. “shh its okay..its okay..” the voice he commonly spoke to you coming back, soft, reassuring, just how you liked it.

“baby..im sorry i.. I didn’t mean to be so mean..i just got scared you were maybe..well someone might’ve been teaching you these things..” you froze pulling away to look at him.

“w-what? I didn’t learn that from anyone..id never let anyone teach me or touch me but you keiji! i just..read some stuff about it online...and I wanted to test it out..” you admitted through sniffles still rubbing your tears away. He sighed as he hugged you again running his fingers through your hair. 

all you wanted was to please your boyfriend from just that, his heart skipped a beat at how sweet you were being, but the feeling was overshadowed by  feeling so stupid for letting his insecurities take the best of him.

“I’m sorry baby.. I promise to never speak to you like that ever again..you’re my sweet girl and I love you so so much.. you were just trying to do something nice for me..thank you i appreciate it my love..it felt really nice you did good.” He cupped your face in his hands, peppering soft kisses around your face.

he smiled as you giggled at the ticklish feeling, sighing in relief.

“ i love you, my sweetgirl. ”

Iwaizumi

- he got home pissed off since he saw you chatting and giggling with mattsun. 

- he needed to blow off some steam

- he didn’t mean to be so mean he really didn’t

-he was usually a soft dom but today..he was everything but soft to you.

“ filthy fucking whore. what were you doing talking to mattsun huh?” his thrusts were sharp, painful, not being prepped well enough by him making the stretch of his cock burn through your gummy walls. feeling the air in your lungs start to leave you slowly as tears streamed down your face at iwaizumis cold , heartless, tone. there was not a single trace of him, not a sign of his love. you weren't trying to make him jealous, you just spend sometime to get to know mattsun just a little more since he was friends with your boyfriend never expecting him to react like this. 

snapping back to your current situation, you arched your back letting out a loud cry as he slapped your puffy clit. “didn’t i ask you a fucking question? or did your dumb slutty brain already get fucked out of you huh?” he wrapped his hands around your throat thrusting harder and deeper in you. 

his tip painfully hitting your cervix with each thrust making you cry at the pain. you tried pushing him off with the little strength you had in you, sobbing out an apology making him roll his eyes. 

“tch, what? you think a little apology is gonna change the fact you were all “buddy buddy” with mattsun? did you forget who fucking owns you little slut?” landing another harsh slap at your clit causing you cry in discomfort. everything around you made you feel light as if you were gonna pass out from the cruel words iwaizumi spoke to you. feeling helpless as there was no sign of your once loving boyfriend. 

“maybe i should’ve invited him over, let him have a turn at ruining your slutty little cunt.”

Finally, having enough you cried out “r-red..” it was soft, gentle, easily could’ve been unheard if it wasn’t for how closely iwaizumi payed attention to you. he halted his thrusts pulling out of you completely, eyes draining of all lust and jealousy converting to concern mixed with regret. he rushed to put back his boxers on, cuddling you against his chest. 

you didn’t push him away, no you could never. he was the man you loved and treasured more than anything. you were hurt obviously, but still wanted to seek his comfort.

“i-i dont like m-mattsun haji..i only like you..only you..” your voice sounding broken. he let out a deep sigh pulling you closer to kiss your head. 

“i know baby i know... i was just jealous..you get along so well with mattsun i..went too far on you..i’m sorry you didn’t deserve that baby” his voice sounding faint but full of comfort.

“i just wanted to get t-to know him...i didn’t mean to make you mad haji..”

“i know baby shhh its okay now..i’m not mad anymore.”he cooed kissing you softly. you nodded letting your last set of tears fall onto his chest. 

slowly shutting your eyes and falling asleep in the warmth of his chest.

him on the other hand was completely mortified at your sobbing accompanied with your sniffles it echoed through his ears replaying like a broken record each time the memory got to you saying your safeword. 

“r-red..”

he never thought he’d reach that point for you to have to tell him that. he let out a few tears that night hating himself for hurting you. you forgave that very second he apologized but him on the other hand? he didn't..no he couldn’t.

let’s just say, he didn't get much sleep that weekend. 

akaashis is long asf (im sorry i just love him sm) and iwaiuzmis is short but i love these boys sm.  

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