#if you need me i'll be on the floor in the fetal position

[vettesebas]

i can't. i CAN'T

[lxvvie]

I’m moving out currently and I have 12 boxes full of books that need to be carried up to the seventh floor of an apartment building with no working elevator. If Simon or any of the 141 helped me carry those heavy ass boxes they’re assured to get their dick sucked, ridden and sucked again. And I’ll cook dinner afterwards.

The way I'd be screaming, crying, and lying in the fetal position in the leasing office.

Like yes, Ghost, Price, Gaz, and Soap, please carry all these boxes up seven flights of stairs. I'll suck your dicks, lick your balls, ride the fuck out of you, do a split and hoola hoop on that shit, wife you up, cook dinner and breakfast, serve it to y'all in bed, ride, do a split, and hoola hoop on your dicks again, and then we can snitch on management to their parent company.

[georgeweasleyslostearhq]

I have an idea for Xavier, some angst followed by fluff (my favourite genre)

So you know how Xavier can draw and bring his art to life. I like to imagine reader has a similar power, anything she writes comes to life. Xavier and her work together, this like cute power couple who make accompaniments to each others work and its sweet and lovely.

Until when all this hyde business comes along and everyones on edge, she sees xavier getting closer with Wednesday and shes like 'you know what, no, I trust you.' And they do trust each other.

But she comes back to see all her work, all her writing completely torn up, shredded, thrown across the room. Shes distraught. Wednesday and enid hear her crying and they're like, what the fuck happened, enid is comforting, wednesday is like 'I'll make this persons death slow' in her unique comforting way.

However, someone framed Xavier! And after she sees the scissors used to tear some of the paper or maybe a piece of incriminating evidence on xavier, her upset brain puts two and two together. Hes screaming and crying he doesnt understand, sort of picture a more upset Billy in the scene in scream where sidney calls the cops on him

Enid is pissed and ajax is too, and wednesday, they're all super protective and ajax gets to angry he near punches Xavier when hes determined to see her.

Of course we need a resolve so maybe Wednesday finds out that thornhill needed the two of them out of the way, she was sick of them parading around and bearing discovering her evilness.

I just need Xavier fluff to angst with some helpful friends

ok, this took so long but I did it! this is a bit bad.

I DON'T GET IT

pairings: Xavier Thorpe x Fem!reader summary: ^^^^ warnings: swearing.

"go away" you sobbed as you heard a knock on your door. you were in a fetal position, curled up on your floor, looking at all the paper with your writing torn all over the floor.

but the door opened anyway.

-2 weeks ago-

"this is wednesday" Xavier said with a smile, motioning to the girl next to him with a big smile on his face

"Hi, I'm Y/n" you greeted

"ok, so me and Wednesday have something to do. bye babe" he said before dragging her away

you sighed and turned to go to your dorm.

-

you saw them everywhere together, in the halls, in the quad and in class. they were always together

"I bet it's nothing, he wouldn't do anything" Yoko shrugged

And it was true, he wouldn't do anything to hurt you, especially with another girl.

you trusted them, Xavier wouldn't do anything, and Wednesday didn't even seem interested in him. but that didn't stop you from getting Jealous, there was barely a time that Xavier even talked to you that week.

all you wanted was for your boyfriend to come see you. so you didn't really hesitate to write what you wanted.

'I wish Xavier would spend time more time with me' you wrote.

5 minutes later there was a knock on your door, you stood up from your chair to open the door

"Hey, sweetheart" Xavier smiled down at you

"Hi, Xav" you beamed

"can I come in?" he asked, you stepped aside and let him in.

you guys ended up talking for hours.

you were happy about seeing him again, upset that it needed your writing to make it happen.

-A week ago-

you had gotten closer to Wednesday, her gaining your full trust and becoming friends.

Xavier begun hanging out with you more and you happy about that. but then the Monster started putting people on edge and paranoid

-

you sat next to Xavier in Thornhills class. he moved closer and gave his notebook to you, letting you pick a drawing.

you flipped to a page, seeing a drawing of butterfly. you smiled down at it and pushed the book closer to him, he hovered his hand over the page, making it fly of the page.

it circled around your head. you turned your head as it flew around you with a grin on your face

you giggled as it landed on the table you sat at.

"this isn't the time for your animations, Mister Thorpe" Thornhill stated

"sorry" he apologised, bringing the butterfly back to the page. he sighed as he looked at you with a soft sad smile.

you had an idea and opened your book, writing down what you wanted.

after a minute, Thornhill's vase with a plant in it fell off her table and smashed on the floor, glass and water spilling.

you rubbed it off your page, getting rid of any evidence that you were the reason for it.

Xavier laughed under his breath and smiled at you sneakily.

-an hour ago-

you had gone back to your room. you had no classes today and you wanted to clean yourself to find your writing ripped up and thrown all over the floor.

-now-

"what happened?!" Enid cried

"I don't know! I came in here and found it like this" you sobbed, pausing to sniffle

"do you know who it was?" Enid asked

before you spoke, Wednesday stopped you

"Xavier. his ring is on the floor" she states, picking it up and examining it

"I know, I noticed that" you said wobbly

the pieces of paper had claw marks, traced with lead pencils

"not to mention this" wednesday said, lifting another piece of paper, showing the drawing of the butterfly from a week prior.

"I know, I just don't get why he would do this" you sniffled

"don't worry, his death with be painful and slow" she smirked

"what?" you choked on your tears

"nothing" her deadpan expression scared you

"it will be ok, I promise" Enid comforted, sitting down beside you and wrapping her arms around you

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"Enid told me what happened, are you ok?" Ajax panted as he ran into your room

"No" you shook your head, more tears falling down you your face

"hey, hey, hey. it's ok, it's going to be ok. Xavier is fucking asshole you don't need him" he pressed, coming to your side and comforting you. he looked really mad

"just stay with us for a while" Enid cooed

"you don't need him" Wednesday said

-----

it had been an hour and they were still all there by your side. you had grown tired and started falling asleep on Enid shoulder

there was a rushed knock on the door.

"Y/n! let me in! I need to talk to you" Xavier yelled frantically through the door, all three of your friends looked at each other, angry looks on their faces. Ajax got up from his position to go to the door

"just hear me out!" Xavier yelled before the door flew open

"the only thing we want to hear is you leaving" Ajax said

"where's Y/n?" Xavier asked anxiously

"doesn't matter. she's not talking to you, now leave" Ajax demanded

"No, you don't understand-"

"-leave before I stone you, Xavier. don't make me repeat myself"

"I didn't-" Xavier had tears forming in his eyes

"there is evidence that it was you" Wednesday said, standing beside Ajax

"it wasn't me! I swear. believe me!" Xavier pleaded

"you're going to wake her up" Enid called

"I don't care, she needs to know it wasn't me"

"Xavier, leave" Ajax said through gritted teeth

"please" he begged, he began crying

"is that Xavier?" you whispered to Enid

"they're getting rid of him, don't worry" Enid smiled softly

"Y/n!" Xavier yelled out to you. looking over Wednesday's and Ajax's heads to see you

"let me see her!" he said to Ajax

"she doesn't want to see you" Wednesday replied bluntly

"you know I wouldn't do anything to hurt her" Xavier cried

"Xavier, fucking leave right now" Ajax yelled at him

Xavier pushed past your two friends, entering your room, seeing your tear stained face as you sat on the floor

"baby, you know I would never do this to you" he said carefully

"there's evidence" Enid rolled her eyes

"what evidence, there's no way that I did this!" Xavier screamed before looking in your redshot eyes "you should know I would never do this, I love you"

"then why was your ring and drawing found on the floor" Wednesday questioned, holding the two in her hands

"No, I lost that ring 2 days ago! that drawing is in my notebook" Xavier cried

"show us then" Ajax shrugged simply

Xavier pulled out his notebook from his bag, flipping through the pages, he noticed it was missing

"what? is it not there?" Wednesday asked smugly

"No! no, it was in here! I don't rip my drawing out!" Xavier ran a hand through his hair

"or is that just a cover up?" Enid said

"you guys aren't even letting Y/n speak!" Xavier looked at you, breathing heavily as he started crying "what do you think, what do you want?"

"I want you to leave" You murmured. Xavier barely heard what you said, But Ajax heard clear as day as he stood behind him

"What?" Xavier said under his breath

"it's time for you to leave" Ajax glared at him, grabbing Xavier arm and pulling him to the door

"No! don't fucking touch me! you seriously think I did this, you're my bestfriend!?" he screamed

Enid stood up and stood in front of the tall boy "leave, none of us want you here, asshole" she spat, pushing his back. Xavier didn't exactly stumble back, but he moved his foot back at he shifted

"I'm not fucking leaving, I didn't do it!" Xavier shouted

"hey!" Ajax yelled in his face "leave before I fucking stone you"

"what the hell is wrong with you!" Xavier scoffed

Ajax punched Xavier in the face before shoving him out the door and slamming it in his face

"I think that hurt me more than it hurt him" He winced, shaking his hands.

"I'm sorry you felt the need to do that" you apologised softly

"I would do it again" he said, hugging you

-----

a week after the incident. Wednesday thought that something about it felt odd. So she investigated it further as she helped with the hyde situation.

soon after that she found the claw in Xavier's shed. so she knew that is was him.

But once the information that it was it was Tyler with the Help of Thornhill came to her attention. she felt stupid.

"so, you're saying it wasn't Xavier?" you asked, confused

"that's what I'm saying, yes. I did some further digging and found Xavier's missing ring underneath his bed while I still had the one found on your floor" she explained

"I don't know why we would even believe it was him. why would he leave one of his drawings on your floor? that's just stupid. he wouldn't just rip it out for you to know it was him who 'did' it. besides, he does love you" she finished

"Xavier's going to hate me!" you cried

"he doesn't. I saw him before I came here" she stated

"so should I go see him?" you questioned nervously

"I don't know why you're still here"

you started running to his dorm room to apologise

before you knocked on his door, it opened. revealing a nervous Xavier with a black eye

"I'm so sorry" you sighed

"I'm sorry that happened to you" he replied. you slowly wrapped your arms around his tall figure.

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[deangirlsstuff67]

Dirty Boy

Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: dirty talk, fingering, fluff, unprotected sex, P in V, period sex, blood, PWP

Summary: Y/N is trying hard not to let on that's she's in pain due to her period coming yesterday. Crippling cramps take over her body when she's left to baby sit Soldier boy and he notices.

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Butcher and the boys left to do some recon and get supplies. Leaving you in charge of babysitting the nuclear bomb of a supe. To make matters worse your period showed up yesterday and your body has been in a constant state of pain all morning.

So far no one's noticed when cramps shoot crippling pain through your body. You've been able to fight against the pain. But it's slowly getting stronger and harder to hide.

Your going in to check on the supe and see if he needs anything when cramps take over your body and you double over in pain while standing in his door way.

Soldier Boy is over to you in seconds. Strong hands rub your back as you breath throw the pain in the fetal position on his bedroom floor. The pain eases enough that you can open your eyes, but you aren't prepared for what you see.

Soldier Boy kneeling over you with worry imprinted on every inch of his gorgeous face. Those beautiful bright green eyes are shining with concern... for you? You didn't know this man could even have compassion in him.

Never have you seen a supe look so genuinely concerned for someone's well-being before.

"Can you walk to the bed, Doll?"

You only nod and accept his hand to help you up off the dusty floor. He guides you to lay on the bed before disappearing into the ensuite bathroom. Moments later he's back with a hot cloth that he lays on your lower belly.

How the fuck does he know?

"Super hearing but also super smell," he looks nervous to even be telling you all this, "I can smell you." He gestures to your lower half.

Chuckling you can't help what comes from your mouth, "God that must be the worst." He joins you now both laughing out loud at this fucked up situation.

"Not as bad as one would think." He lowers his big hand to lay on top of the cloth. The heat radiating off him helps soothe my cramping lower stomach.

"You know it's none of my business, but I do know another way to ease your pain."

He's leaning on his arm as he lays beside you warming you with his body. The air around us changes as he peers down at me. I watch as he's green eyes turn black with desire. I've heard of people who claim orgasms help with period cramps, just never had the nerve to experiment with it.

"I, um... I've done that before. Don't you find it gross?"

His face softens as he takes me in, "Trust me sweetheart I've hand blood on my hands before, nothing about bringing you pleasure would gross me out."

With a dark smile he adds, "plus knowing I'd be the only one every in your body while like this..." He grabs my hand and brings it to rest on his harden cock in those fucking grey sweatpants, "makes me so fucking hard I could cut diamonds baby." He whispers in my ear.

I clench my thighs together at the picture he's painting in front if me.

"Of course only if you want to though." He adds.

Another series of cramps take over my body. I scrunch my body together in hopes to fight off the pain. It's so bad I feel sick to my stomach. Without thinking too far into it, I grab his hand and place it on the clothed core.

At this point there isn't anything I wouldn't do just to feel some relief.

Soldier Boy just smiles before diving his big strong hand into the sides of my sweats and pull them down, "alright."

Before I can think too much of it I feel him removing my tampon and then two thick fingers going knuckle deep into my sore, angry center. He finds my g spit within seconds and starts pumping hard and fast. A man on a mission.

I can't bring myself to watch his hands in me. Scared of what kind of murder scene I'll find. He leans of to kiss me gentle before watching where our bodies are connected, "fuck that's hot y/n."

Your orgasm is fast to appear at the hands of this powerful supe. Before you know it your clamping down around his digits and soaking the sheets below.

A growl vibrates his chest when you whisper out, "fuck... Soldier Boy."

"Doll, I'm about to be balls deep in your hungry little pussy and stained with your blood, pretty sure you can call me Ben."

How does he make it sound so fucking hot. Sex on your period shouldn't be this hot. He rises on the bed taking his sweat pants and shirt off. Then he crawls over me and starts undressing me slowly. Nipping and licking his way down my body.

When he gets to my hips I tense, "relax Doll, I won't go there unless you want me too." Fuck this man is a dirty bastard.

"You're a dirty boy, you know that?" Ben pushes a finger back into me, playing with my soft walls, "in a minute you'll enjoy that about me."

Then he's feeding his big cock into me. Inch by glorious inch slide deep into my heat. Ben eyes are glued to where we are connected, watching my body wither and shake as I struggle to take him all.

What feels like hours later he's balls deep in my cum and blood soaked pussy. A grunt leaves his chest when our hips meet. Kissing my lips he lowers his head to my ear, "you feel too good clinging tp my cock pretty girl, I'm not going to last. This is going to be rough and fast."

All you can do is nod and moan as he withdraws to the tip before slamming back into you, knocking the air from your lungs.

He didn't lie, he took you fast and hard. Making you cum three more times before he let's out a growl before you feel his cum paint your inner walls.

When the last of his semen leaves his tip, he slowly pulls out of you with a squelching noise. He gets off the bed and you see the mess of blood and cum all over his dick and public hair.

Covering your face in embarrassment, you sigh. What he must think of you now.

Your arms are pulled from your face, "don't hide from me. You have no reason to be embarrassed." Your eyes are still closed, unable to meet his gaze.

"Look at me y/n." You do as your told, only to be met with such a loving sight. "That was fucking incredible. And I will be doing it again with you..." He moves your sweaty y/h/c hair away from your face, "are you feeling better?"

"Yes."

"Good. Now let's go get cleaned up. I wanna make you dirty again. I like you in red." He bends to pick you up as if you weighted nothing and sends you a sexy wink.

"You're a very dirty boy, Ben."

[rjmartin11]

Faded Love: Part Three

Pairing: Elvis & female!reader

Summary: After finding out about Elvis infidelity, you decide to have one final decision before you walk out the door for good.

Word Count: ???

Warnings: Confession time, talks of pregnancy, Smut

Author's Notes: Welcome to the final act.

・ʚ♡ɞ・💙・ʚ♡ɞ・

You hang up the phone, and Elvis' heart drops. He's lost you. A tear trickles down his cheek as he hangs up the phone. He calls off the search as you asked, and everything goes quiet.

Elvis goes up to his room to reflect on his life and on you. He kneels in front of the window to pray to God for clarity and guidance, but most of all forgiveness. He wants you back so badly he'd do anything.

"God, I love her," he weeps. "I need a miracle, Lord. Bring her back to me, and I'll never ever screw up again. I'll mend each and every promise I've broken to have her back in my arms. I'll be faithful. I'll pledge my undying love to her and only her. She's the love of my life. Please, Lord."

Elvis collapses on the floor in tears, curling up in the fetal position. Elvis waits for some sort of miracle to happen. He doesn't know what to expect, but he'll wait. He will wait for you.

.....

On the other side of the line, you sit with a cool compress on your head and a heating pad on your tummy. You believe the stress from everything has brought you to this point. You've had break-ups before, but nothing like this. Your stomach is knots, and you feel queezy.

"Y/N?" Sharon starts. "You feeling any better."

"I feel so strange," you answer slowly. "This stress on my body is... I don't know. I just think it would be best if Elvis and I distanced ourselves from one another. He needs to find out what he wants."

"What if he wants you?" Sharon questions. "Are you still going to ask him for a divorce?"

"Yes."

You take a deep breath as you speak. Why do you feel nauseous? You begin to question everything that led to this. Did you eat something bad? Is this a realization and the result of an unfit union?

"Y/N, have you vomited again?" Sharon asks.

"Once, after I hung up the phone with him. I ran straight to the bathroom. It just seems like it's gotten worse over the last couple of days," you admit.

"When did this start?"

"A few weeks ago. On and off a few times. I thought it was stress from Elvis' lack of love for me. That and the roast from the night before."

"Y/N, when was the last time you and Elvis slept together?"

"Three days ago. The day I left him."

"And before that?" Sharon asks.

"A month or so. We made love, and then a few days later, it was like he started to resent me."

"You just start feeling this way?"

"Sharon, what are you getting at?" You ask, rebuking this line of questioning.

Sharon smiles and takes you by the hand. She leads you to the bathroom, placing you in front of the mirror.

"My dearest little sister. You've been sick and moody for a full month. When was the last time you had your period?" Sharon asks.

Your eyes widen as you cover your mouth. You've been so worried about losing Elvis that you didn't realize you skipped your period.

"I... I thought it was stress, Sharon." You say. "I've missed periods before, but I was stressed."

Sharon pulls out a pregnancy test from the bathroom cabinet, handing it to you.

"Let's find out," Sharon says calmly.

.....

Fifteen minutes later...

It only takes ten minutes for you to get an accurate read on a pregnancy test. You are nervous. You can't stop pacing the floor. Your palms are sweaty. Your feet are sore, and your tummy keeps doing flips.

If this test proves you're a mommy. That means Elvis will be a daddy. This changes everything. You want a divorce, yet you want this baby to have both parents. Something you and Sharon didn't have growing up. You have no doubt that Elvis will be a good father. A great father, in fact. He was raised in the home with both his parents. Loving parents who supported him in everything he did. That's what you wanted for your child.

You try to focus on your breath and relax. The last few days have been stressful. If you are pregnant, stress is not good for you.

"Well?" Sharon questions, peeking her head in the door.

"Well, what?" You turn to look at her.

"I'm I going to be an aunt or not?"

You put your hands through your hair and breathe.

"Sharon," you begin with tears in your eyes. "Once I look at the test, my life will forever change.

Sharon slowly walks into the bathroom, placing her hands on your arms she asks you,

"You want me to check for you?"

"I... I... yes... no, don't. Yes, please."

Before you can stop her, Sharon grabs the test off the counter. Her face is blank, giving you no clue as to what the answer is to the questions of the day.

"So???" You breathe and wait with anticipation.

Sharon looks over at you with a small smirk on her face.

"Elvis placed a bun in your oven, Y/N."

"Holy... shit," you breathe a sigh of relief as you place your hands on your stomach.

You are happy, but you are still at a loss for words. This baby isn't just yours, but it's Elvis' as well.

"What am I going to do, Shar?"

"Little sister. You're going home, and you're going to tell Elvis he's going to be a father. I have a feeling he's very sorry. Despite everything that he did. You need to speak to him. Tell him the truth. You can do that much."

Gently, Sharon grabs you and gives you a hug. She does her job as a big sister, comforting you and telling you the truth you try to deny. You are really reluctant to follow her advice, yet you know she's right.

The next day, you borrow Sharon's car to return to Graceland. The drive is only ten miles, but it might as well have been an eternity. Every mile felt like a hundred miles. Your stomach's in knots as you drive through the gates.

Before you go into the house, you say a silent prayer. As if you weren't saying one on your way to Graceland.

"Strength. God, grant me the strength," you whisper as you stand at the front door.

You walk in, not knowing what to expect. You hear Elvis' voice immediately, following his it beyond the kitchen into the Jungle Room. You see all the guys in there as Elvis sings Unchained Melody on the piano.

His voice has always lit a fire deep within your heart and soul. When he sings, Elvis builds a connecting bridge between himself and his fans, and you aren't an exception to that rule. It's part of the reason you love him so much. Your heart swells as Elvis unleashes this beautiful part of himself to everyone in the room. These private singing sessions always made you feel special because it almost seemed that it was all for you.

As Elvis ends the song, you exhale the breath you didn't realize you were holding in. Every eye turns to look at you, and Elvis looks up from his piano.

He loses his breath as he sees the image of you clear in his view. A sight for sore eyes. If you only knew how much he missed you. If you only realized how much he prayed for you in the last week. He wished on every star in the sky that his angel would return to him, and here you are.

Elvis slowly raises from the piano bench. His heart beats out of control, yet he remains composed. He wants to run to you and embrace you. He wants to place soft kisses all over your body, but he doesn't want to scare you away like a timid doe.

"Y/N," Elvis says, his voice as clear as a bell on Sunday morning.

"Hello, Elvis," you reply.

"Gentleman," Elvis announces, his eye never leaving you. "Please give us the room."

They all pile out the room as asked. A few of them pat your shoulders as they pass. It's just you and Elvis alone in the room.

"You're home, baby," he says.

"No, but we need to talk."

"Yes, we do. I... me first, please?" Elvis asks, extending his hand to you.

In good faith, you take his hand. Elvis smiles and walks you to the couch, sitting you both down. He notices a glow about you, and it makes him want to kiss you so badly. But he behaves himself. Good things come to those who wait. He holds your hands in his bigger hands, trembling.

"Baby, I'm so glad you're back. I've missed you. I...I got you something amazing. I hope you like it," he says, pulling a box out of his pocket.

You had a feeling Elvis would do this. Elvis never ever had a problem expressing himself verbally. If he was happy or angry or even hungry. He expressed it. If he was sad or depressed Elvis would tell you and the guys. But for some reason, Elvis could never verbally admit when he was wrong or apologize. He'd buy luxurious gifts to compensate for his wrongdoings. It made you mad.

"For fuck sake, you can't even apologize. Can you? Buying me gifts doesn't make up my what you've done."

"Y/N, I... I give you every fucking thing you could want and you..."

"Stop!" You shout, jumping off the couch. "Elvis, stop. I'm done arguing. I didn't come here to argue. I came here to tell you something and leave."

"I don't want you to leave, Y/N," Elvis says, standing before you. "I have more to say. I can't be without you. You are worth every fight. We need to work this out. Come back home, and things will be different. I promise..."

"Elvis, I'm pregnant," you blurt out.

The look on Elvis' face is unreadable, but you continue talking anyway.

"I can't stay here with you like this. I choose this baby. I don't want to lose him or her because you and I got into an argument about whatever."

Elvis falls to his knees, embracing you in a hug. He kisses your tummy, leaving you speechless. Tears pour from your eyes as you feel his soft lips kiss you. He grabs a fist full of the back of your dress.

"Baby, this is incredible," Elvis says, looking up at you. "I prayed to God that something would link us together. This is it, baby. Don't you see?!"

"Elvis, I... I can't."

Elvis stands up, looking you in your eyes. He touches your damp cheeks, wiping the tears away.

"You can't leave me, baby," Elvis says. "I just want to know one thing, Y/N. Then, if you really want to leave, I-I-I won't stop ya."

"What?" You ask. Caught in his grasp.

"Who's ever gonna love you like me? Huh? You once said that I was it for you. Who gonna kiss your lips like me?"

Elvis softly places a kiss on your lips, and you melt like butter in his arms.

"Y/N, who's gonna kiss your spots for you? Your cheeks? The soft spot on your neck that makes your knees quiver," Elvis whispers as he kisses your neck.

Your eyes roll back as his soft lips place kisses on your neck as his hands slowly travel down your back. Elvis was right. No one would love you like he does. No one will take the time to learn your body the way he has. Elvis has ruined sex for you. No one can touch you the way he can, but you're to obstinate to admit it. If Elvis wants you back, he has to work for you. Yet, he still hasn't said the words to open your heart to him again.

"Baby," Elvis says. "Who knows how to work your pussy like me? How to tune you up and lay you down?"

Elvis sits you down on the couch once more. Bowing in front of you, he tenderly spreads your legs away. He lifts your dress up to expose your panties to him. You try to control your breathing, but it's hitched. You know what's coming.

"Does he notice how wet my panties are?" You wonder to yourself.

You know you're in trouble once he rubs the pad of his thumb over your covered entrance. Your chest heaves as Elvis looks into your eyes. He laces both of his index fingers into your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs.

"Y/N, I'm so sorry, baby," Elvis says. "I'm so damn sorry. I... never meant to hurt you. You are my everything."

And with that beautiful apology, you open your heart and accept all that he gives you. Elvis places his lips to your wet, throbbing clit. You sit back and enjoy the ride Elvis takes you on to erotic pleasure. You feel more sensitive than usual. He lathers his tongue all over your clitorus, making you moan out his name.

He then removes his mouth from you to gaze at your blized out face. You are so beautiful to him. He loves you so much. Without warning, Elvis inserts his middle and ring finger into your wet pussy. Causing you to cry out for him.

"Elvis! Ahh!"

"Baby, no one can ever do to you what I do," Elvis whispers. "You're mine. You'll always be mine, and I'm yours."

"Yes," you moan.

Elvis places his lips back to your clit as his fingers furiously work your sweet spot. It's as if he's singing to your clit as he strums your insides. Your chest heaves as you try to maintain your breathing. The heat at your core is like coals swelling to fire. You scratch his scalp as he brings you to the brink of pleasure.

You cum as you grind softly into his face. Elvis has taken all your strength from you. You couldn't leave even if you wanted to.

Elvis laps up some of your nectar before standing up to take his clothes off. His body's armed and ready for you. His cock is rock hard, aiming to plunge deep within you. He teases your entrance instead of immediately driving his cock into you. This teasing has you squirming with excitement.

"Is this okay?" Elvis asks.

You nod your head with enthusiasm as he lifts your leg and gently pushes into you. You both moan at the sensation of being connected together. Elvis steadies his pace as he pumps in and out of you. You grab onto he firmly. He feels better than the last time. You don't know how, but the passion is more powerful than any other time you've had sex. Maybe it's because you're pregnant, or maybe it's because Elvis means to prove to you that you're the one for him. Either way, you accept it.

You push yourself up into Elvis as he pushes into you, giving as much as you take. You look into each other's eyes, seeing into one another's souls.

"Forgive me, Y/N," Elvis pleads. "Forgive me for all I've done. I love you."

"Y-yes," you stutter out.

"Stay with me and be mine," he whispers, pounding harder into you.

"I will, daddy waddy!" You scream as you cum once more.

Elvis isn't far behind you cumming inside you once more. If you were pregnant before the makeup session, you are now. Elvis wraps you up in his arms, placing kisses on your neck up to your face. You missed this. This high school/honeymoon phase of your relationship. The moments when he was so gentle, kind, and extra loving. He rubs your tummy, causing you to remember that you two are alone.

"We're having a baby, Y/N, baby," Elvis whispers as he kisses your lips.

"We're having a baby, E," you say with a smile on your face.

This moment couldn't be more perfect. And just thinking in eight months, your baby would be in your arms. Life is splendid.

Taglist: @missmaywemeetagain @beeandheroddobsessions @headfullofpresley @everythingpresley @epforeverohyes @vintagepresley @pianginferno @powerofelvis @ab4eva @foreverdolly @searchingforgravity @thatbanditqueen @daffieapple @18lkpeters @dkayfixates @epsgirl @richardslady121 @literally-just-elvis-fics @eptodaytommorwforever @vintageshanny @iloveelvis @dreamingofep @aliypop @littlehoneyposts @msamarican

[truths33k3r4]

Ok, I have been waiting for weeks and praying about it if I wanted to share my now written chapters of my au of TMNT. I have been slowly dropping art of my version here and there on my page, but I decided to just GO FOR IT. :) So, without further ado, here's the first chapter of my au. :)

CHAPTER 1. A Stranger in Our Home

Lotus' mind pounded with every beat of her heart. Her body ached from the blood that had slowly been drained from it. But as she started to gain consciousness, she realized something about her wrists:

Nothing was on them.

She rotated her hands to check for the familiar, painful chafing of the metal wrapped around it.

Nothing. No annoying jangles of chains. No constricting pressure digging into her skin.

And then she noticed she had been sleeping in a fetal-position.

She wasn't on the examination table.

Her hands shakily stroked across the thick fabric beneath her.

She was on a bed. A REAL BED. Not the hard floor, but a soft, indulgent MATTRESS.

As she turned onto her back, her eyes and body jolted feeling something wrapped around her. Memories flashed through her mind as she flinched, waiting for whatever it was that was restraining her to constrict, once again cutting off all circulation.

But... nothing happened.

She timidly opened her eyes to see.. a blanket? But it wasn't paper-like or smelled weird.. It was soft and heavy.. WARM. ..

' Where am I??'

In complete honesty, she didn't really care where she was. She would be fully content to sleep till she was dead.

...

" DUDES THERE'S ANOTHER TURTLE IN LEO'S BED!! WHO THE HECK IS THAT? "

Michelangelo ran into the kitchen interrupting the meeting between his older brothers and Sensei.

" Mikey, chill. " Raphael snapped, " We found her in one of the cells. We don't know who she is yet."

"- And judging by how sick she looked when we found her she will need LOTS OF REST, SO SHHHH!"

Mikey knew Donatello could be trusted to know what to do in such a sitch as this. And Raph- Raph was just being himself.

" As soon as she wakes up I need to check her vitals and address any of her injuries. From how she looked when Don brought her in, I'll have my work cut out for me for the next 48 hours.."

Mikey watched his oldest brother, Leonardo, as he paced back and forth in worry. His face had a seriousness molded on that Mikey wasn't comforted by. When Leo was this graven, it always meant he was mentally preparing for the worst. Like when Mikey broke his ankle attempting to try the ' Triple Corkscrew Turntable' on his skateboard. HE HAD NO IDEA HIS ANKLE COULD EVER BEND THAT WAY..

AND LEO WAS NOT HAPPY.. He had that same face when he realized he needed to snap Mikey's ankle back into place. Needless to say, it wasn't a fun time for either of them.

" My sons, we must welcome this sickly stranger into our home. She's tired, injured, and probably very frightened. I sense a great weight of pain in her spirit."

Master Splinter's calm voice helped soothe Mikey's racing mind. Sensei always knew best. However hard he was on the brothers during training, he was still very kind and caring when they needed him to be.

One time when he was about 4 years old, the brothers were all playing hide n' seek in the Lair. But this time Raph had the idea to hide everyone in the one room that was OFF LIMITS: Sensei's Study. It didn't take long before Splinter caught the little tots sneaking around in his private room. When he began demanding an explanation of why they were in there, Don slyly stated,

" We were playing hide n' seek. And YOU taught us to always be unpredictable in training class, so we hid in the most unpredictable spot!"

Instead of annoyance or anger, Splinter's face lit with a smile.

" I suppose I did teach you that, my studious son.. But there's a difference between doing something unpredictable, and doing something downright foolish.. NO TV FOR A WEEK."

" Senseiiiiii..."

" IT WAS RAPH'S IDEA! HE'S THE FOOLISS ONE!!" "

"- HEY!!!"

" PAPA PWEASE DON'T TAKE AWAY DA TEVEEEEEE!!"

Hope you guys enjoyed my work!! :) If you have any questions, I'd be happy to try to answer them! Have a great day, everyone! :)

~ Melissa

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[lieutenantfloyd]

can you do a headcanon where rooster doesn’t know what to do when the reader is having her random period moment and cries about not having a spoon or something dumb?

The spoon that broke the camel's back ; B.Bradshaw

Words: 493

Note: What started as a headcanon turned into a 500-word drabble. Oops.

Read on AO3

Rolling over for the umpteenth time that night, she glanced at the clock on the bedside table. 3:23 AM. Rolling flat on her back, she took a deep breath, trying to ignore the dull ache of cramps and the rumble of hunger in her stomach. With a sharp exhale, she made her way out of bed, trying not to wake her husband.

She made her way down the stairs and to the kitchen turning as few lights on as possible. She placed a bowl on the counter and made her way to the pantry in search of her favorite cereal. Between her pounding headache and killer cramps, the thought of eating anything at all was nauseating. She placed the box on the counter and poured a generous helping into the bowl. Once the milk was in the bowl, she padded over to the silverware drawer in search of her custom cereal spoon. Spotting it, she  Right as she turned back to her bowl, a searing cramp knocked the wind right out of her chest. doubled over, her grip on the spoon released, sending it clattering across the tile floor. 

Letting out a small wail, she dropped to the floor, bringing her knees up into the fetal position. 

Seconds later, A voice came from the doorway. 

"Are you ok, Honey?". 

Not moving a muscle, She choked out a reply between sobs. "N-No. Well, yes, b-but no.."   Making his way across the kitchen he sunk to the floor, bringing her into his arms. She melted into his touch as all the stress and negative emotions came pouring out. Rooster glanced between the spoon and his distraught spouse, finally piecing together what happened.

Letting out a shaky breath she pulled her face back slightly. "I just wanted a bowl of cereal but I dropped my favorite spoon and oh god now y-you're shirts w-wet-" She started before bursting into tears again.

"Everything is fine honey, don't worry." Rooster cooed, his warm hands needing small circles at the base of her spine Seconds later she continued, her voice now muffled by his firm chest "b-but now my spoon is dirty and my cereal is getting soggy and I'm hungry and everything hurts and I just want to s-sleep but I c-can't..." Squeezing her even closer, Rooster contemplated for a second.

"How about this, Sugar. We'll get you back upstairs and situated in bed. I'll come back down, wash your spoon, and bring you some Tylenol and a fresh bowl of cereal. Alright?" 

"A-alright..."

"Good. Now, can you put your arm around my neck for me? Atta girl." he praised while gently lifting her off the floor.

He made his way to the stairs, ascending in silence before pushing the bedroom door open. He placed her gently on the bed and leaned down to place a soft kiss on her lips.

"I sense a heating pad and a Disney movie calling your name."  He smiled, brushing a few stray hairs out of her face.

[i-literally-cant-with-this]

A/N ::: I think this is so damn cute that if my feet weren't planted firmly on my floor from the tiny chair I'm sitting in, I'd be kickin' em every which way. Instead, I settled for biting my bottom lip. I'm pretty excited about how adorable this turned out. Brain rotting on Shoto. Happy New Year, everyone!!

C/W ::: Sweet, sweet fluff. Shy reader and Shoto, vague "drink" reference (doesn't have to be alcohol), little huggy huggy and a little kissy kissy.

WC ::: 1,779

"D-do you think he'll be there? God. He's not going to go, is he?" You were talking to your best friend on the phone about the object of your affection, Shoto Todoroki.

He is one of the most beautiful people you have ever met, inside and out. He was kind but didn't expect anything in return. Smart, too, but he never made anyone else feel stupid.

You just needed to see him tonight.

It was new years eve and you'd be damned if you went another year without a kiss. Even if it didn't mean you'd spend the whole year with whoever you kissed. It had been too long since you felt someone else's lips pressed to yours and you just weren't going to stand for it.

"Ok, well, I guess I'll see you there. Right? You're going, right?"

They assured you they would be there around 9 or 10 and you said goodbye.

You pulled up to the party, parked and got out. Your clothes weren't anything special. A cute zip-up hoodie with a tank top and jeans. Your favorite pair of worn out light blue Vans donned your feet as they carried you closer and closer to the door.

You didn't even know whose house this was. But all of your friends that you talked to said they would be there, so that made the transition from lonely and shy to a little social butterfly something that seemed possible even before you started drinking.

It was unclear whether or not you should knock. So instead of making a blatant ass of yourself, you bent over and pretended to tie your shoe. Praying that someone would open the door and you could peer inside and see who all was in there.

As you were bent over, fiddling with the laces of your shoe that was very obviously not tied, but looped through in that lazy shoe wearer way, footsteps approached behind you. And a voice that you knew all too well was there to help you if you needed it.

"Y/n? Hello. Are you alright?" Your heart dropped into your pussy and your stomach jumped to the back of your throat. It was quite the experience to have your insides rearrange themselves with only his voice as the reason behind organ musical chairs.

The heat that washed over your face and chest was like what you imagined kissing him would be like. Slow, at first and then all-encompassing. Wherever your heart was, it was beating like crazy. He. Is. Here. You couldn't help but wonder if he came to see you or if he was here for other people. His friends or whoever.

"SHO!" What the fuck. Why are you yelling at him like this. "Shoto, hey *aheh*. Hey, how - how are you? I - I didn't know you were coming t-to this party. F-fancy seeing you here." Oh my god. You wanted to curl up in the fetal position and kick yourself for becoming such a stuttering mess in front of him. But how to kick your own ass? That was the problem.

"I am good, thank you for asking. Yes, Kacchan and Deku invited me. I thought it would be rude to not participate in the festivities after an invitation. How are you enjoying the party so far?"

You gulped. You hadn't even gone inside yet, but the fact that he was here and talking to you made you feel like you'd been here for hours. He was always so kind and attentive to you. You loved it.

"I'm good. I’ve seen a lot of people go in. So, I guess that's a good thing, right? I mean, what's a party without people. Heh," you wondered how stupid you'd look if you just stood up and ran away from him. 

"Would you like me to show you where the party is? I can show you where everyone is. Follow me, please," he opened the door and walked inside. You followed him through a hallway, down some stairs and into a spacious basement.

Your eyes scanned the room looking for familiar faces. But the only person you could find that you knew was Shoto. And he had left you by the door.

"I have to go get a drink. Would you like one? We can go up to the kitchen and grab something. Or we can stay down here and I can bring it back for you."

You nodded.

"Yes! That's ... it's ok. I'll join you. You don't have to worry about me," you tried to smile. You didn't want him to think that he had to babysit you. But you wanted that. You wanted him to dote on you, you wanted to dote on him. All night.

He nodded and started walking towards the stairs, reaching behind him to take your hand so you didn't get separated in the slight crowd.

"Ok. Let's go up, then."

You watched him walk up the stairs. His sweet little bottom was inches away from your face. Your face flushed a pretty pink by the time you'd gotten to the top step.

As you were standing there, watching him fix the drinks for you both, someone came in the front door. Yelling about how 2024 was going to be their bitch.

"Y/n! Hey, how are you?! I'm so glad you made it." It was your friend, who had told you about the party.

"Hey! Yeah, I'm doing good. I just got here." You opened your eyes wide and, as subtly as you could manage, you tilted your head toward Shoto to show your friend that he was here and he was fixing a drink for you.

"Yeah! I see!" They smiled at you and raised their eyebrows in approval.

You couldn't help but admire his ass as he bent over the counter. It was perfectly round and fit into his khakis like they were made just for him. His muscles and slim waist were enough to make you drool.

As if he could sense you staring at him, he turned around and smiled.

"Y/n, I made you a drink. Come sit with me and chat," he gestured to a small couch in the corner of the living room.

You followed him, holding your drink and wondering what he was going to say.

He started telling you about some new video game that had come out and how he couldn't stop playing it. He showed you a few screenshots on his phone and you tried to pretend like you knew anything about that stuff. You really wished you did, though. It would be one more thing you could talk to him about.

It was nice to hear him talk and watch the way his eyes lit up when he talked about the game. He was so passionate and you wished that you could talk to him like this all the time.

As you were listening to him, he reached up and tucked a stray piece of hair behind your ear.

"You're … so, um, beautiful, Y/n. I hope you know that. I apologize if that was too forward. I’ve just, well, I’ve wanted to tell you that for a while now."

Your heart skipped a beat and you looked away from him.

"Thank you, Shoto. That's really sweet of you."

You weren't sure what to say to him. But you hoped that he would keep talking to you, even if it was only for a little bit. You didn't care if he had a girlfriend or was just not interested in you. You wanted to spend time with him and hear him talk and just be in his presence.

As the clock struck midnight, everyone gathered around the TV to watch the ball drop.

"10! 9! 8! 7! 6! 5! 4! 3! 2! 1! Happy new year!"

Everyone cheered, kissing and hugging each other.

You and Shoto stood next to one another, unable to meet the other's gaze. You wondered if he could see it written on your face. How much you wanted him to kiss you. Or simply hug you.

He rubbed the back of his neck and you're pretty sure you heard him mutter something like, "Ok, Sho. Now."

And Shoto wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you in for a tight embrace.

You could feel his breath against your ear as he said, "Happy new year, Y/n. I hope you have a great year."

You wrapped your arms around his neck and breathed in his scent. It was like cedar wood and vanilla, a combination that made you want to bury your face in his neck and never let go.

"Happy new year, Shoto. Thank you for being such a good friend to me."

You couldn't help but feel a pang of regret as you said the word 'friend.'

You didn't want to be his friend. You wanted to be so much more than that. But you couldn't bring yourself to say it. You pulled away from him and smiled.

He looked into your eyes and brushed a strand of hair out of your face.

"Y/n, would you mind terribly … if I kissed you? Even just for tonight. I've wanted to for so long and I think tonight might be my only chance," he blushed and looked away from you.

You nodded, unable to find your voice.

He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours, gently at first, like he was testing the waters. And then he kissed you again, harder this time. His tongue traced your bottom lip and you opened your mouth to let him in. You felt like your heart was going to jump out of your chest as he kissed you.

You ran your fingers through his hair and pulled him closer to you. You couldn't believe that this was happening. You didn't care if it was just for tonight or if it meant something more. You wanted to kiss him all night.

As you pulled away from him, you noticed all of your mutual friends staring at you. Smiling hard for the two of you finally admitting to each other that you wanted more than a friendship.

Kirishima began clapping and hooting about how wonderful new opportunities are and you noticed the blush that had washed over Shoto's face. He was so charming it made you crazy.

You reached up and stroked his cheek.

"Thank you for the wonderful kiss, Shoto. I hope we can do it again sometime."

He nodded and smiled, letting his fingers dance down from your back to lace with your own.

"I'd love that, Y/n. Happy New Year."

Taglist ::: @arlerts-angel @darkstarlight82 @millennialmagicalgirl

[sasusakucoded]

Shizune: Here, Sakura. *gives her a bag*

Sakura: Thanks, Shizune.

Shizune: Same as before, okay? I'll give you another set on.. *checks the calendar* Next, next week.

Sakura: Okay. *looks at the door*

Shizune: What's the matter?

Sakura: /thinks/ I'm sure someone was calling me. Nothing. I need to go now.

Shizune: Okay! Take care!

Sakura: *looks at the door again and sees Sasuke; smiles at him*

---

Sakura: *throws a kunai suddenly*

Naruto: Hey, that's dangerous, Sakura-chan! Who's your target?

Sakura: Th-There are hooded men following me.

Naruto: Really? I didn't see anyone and I don't feel any other chakra aside from us.

Sakura: W-What if they're masking their chakra to hide?

Naruto: You have a point.. I'll walk you home if you want.

Sakura: No need, I'll meet up with someone..

Naruto: But—

Sakura: Thanks Naruto but I'm okay. *sees Sasuke behind them; waves* Bye Naruto!

---

Sakura: /thinks/ It's starting again.. The walls are moving.. Shizune said it's probably stress induced.. But I'm not even stressed. *hears footsteps* Who's there?

No one answers. Sakura still hears the footsteps and now there are other voices talking simultaneously. They enter the room and the floor is filled with blood.

Sakura: Stop! Stop! Please don't come near me! *covers her eyes*

Mebuki: Dear, what's happening?

Sakura: *sees the figure with a bloody knife* D-Don't! Stop please! *starts sobbing*

Mebuki: *rushes to the phone and calls Shizune*

---

Mebuki: Sorry to bother you—

Shizune: Where is she?

Mebuki: She's in her room..

Shizune: *hurries to Sakura's bedroom* Sakura! Sakura!

Sakura: *in the corner of her room, sitting in fetal position*

---

Sakura: I'm sorry..

Shizune: *holds a bag* If this didn't happen, I wouldn't find out that you're not taking them. Not even one single pill is missing.

Sakura: I'm sorry, Shizune..

Shizune: Sakura, why are you doing this to yourself?

Sakura: Sorry..

Shizune: I thought we're clear on this. You should understand this better than most people.

Sakura: I know.. I'm sorry.

Shizune: These meds are for your mental health. I'm sure it will make you feel better.

Sakura: Yeah.. Sorry..

Shizune: You've been saying sorry since I got here, nothing else.. If you really are sorry, take this as scheduled. Please, Sakura.

Sakura: I will..

Shizune: Can I trust you this time? I don't want to shove it in your mouth. But believe me, I really want to right now.

Sakura: I'll take it, I promise.

Shizune: Go eat and take it as soon as you can.

Sakura: Yeah..

Shizune: If you need help, call me.

Sakura: *nods*

---

Sasuke: Take your meds, Sakura.

Sakura: You know I can't..

Sasuke: It will make you feel better.

Sakura: Yeah.. But Sasuke-kun..

Sasuke: Sakura..

Sakura: But that means I— I won't see you again..

Sasuke: *disappears*

Sakura: *holds the pill; starts crying* I'm sorry, Shizune.. I'd rather see and hear things than not see Sasuke-kun. *throws the pill away*

---

Kakashi: You're finally back.

Sasuke: Yeah. How are things?

Kakashi: Depends. Which one do you want to start with?

Sasuke: You know what's important to me.

Kakashi: I heard a report from Shizune.. Sakura's situation—

Sasuke: What happened to her?

Kakashi: She's suffering from psychotic episodes. There could be many factors, Sasuke. The war.. Stress.. Anxiety—

Sasuke: Psychotic episode? What do you mean?

Kakashi: She's— She's seeing things at times..

Sasuke: Is it a form of genjutsu? I'm sure I can stop it—

Kakashi: It's not.. It's something harder to explain..

Sasuke: Don't you do anything to help her?

Kakashi: Hey, don't make such accusations. You know I try to help Sakura in every way possible—

Sasuke: Then why is it still happening?! You're not doing enough.

Kakashi: I wish I can make it go away in an instant too..

Sasuke: *sighs* I'll go to her place. The official report can wait, right?

Kakashi: For Sakura, yes.

---

Sakura: *hears something from the window* Who's there?

Sakura gets up to check. She sees a shuriken flying right at her face. She tries to dodge it but falls down.

Sakura: *closes her eyes* Stop! Stop!

Mebuki: *opens the door* Sakura.. Sasuke—

Sakura: *sees the hooded men again; truggles to find her kunai*

Sasuke: Sakura!! *rushes to hold her*

Sakura: *holding her kunai in upright position* S-Sasuke-kun? *touches his face; about to stab her arm with the kunai*

Sasuke: *stops her* What are you doing? Don't harm yourself..

Sakura: I want to know! I— I'm not hallucinating? You're really here? Pain will make me go back to my senses!

Sasuke: No.. Don't, Sakura.. I'm really here.. I just arrived this afternoon.. *looks at Mebuki* I'll just talk to her please..

Mebuki: Okay.. I'll be downstairs.. *leaves*

Sasuke: *wipes her tears* I heard from Kakashi that you're not taking your meds..

Sakura: I'm sorry..

Sasuke: *helps her sit on her bed* Why? If it's something that would help you, why are you not taking it?

Sakura: Sasuke-kun.. It's hard to explain..

Sasuke: If that's the case, will you let me see your mind instead?

Sakura: It's embarrassing—

Sasuke: Nothing is embarrassing, Sakura. I won't judge you.. Please, I want you to be well.

Sakura: But Sasuke-kun..

Sasuke: You said you want to go with me next time.. I want you to be physically and mentally sound when we travel together, Sakura.

Sakura: Y-You'll take me with you?

Sasuke: *nods* So, please.. Let me help you.. We won't leave until you're okay.

Sakura: *nods* You can still look at what's going on with my head.. But I'll try to tell you everything..

The two talked for hours. Sasuke doesn't fully comprehend what she's going through. But, now he knows that he's the main reason why she's not taking her meds.

Sakura: Sorry.. I'm stubborn, I know that.. But—

Sasuke: You were getting sick because of me..

Sakura: No, that's not true.. The brutal images I see are from the war.. The sounds I hear are from the enemies..

Sasuke: And you can make them go away if you took the meds..

Sakura: Sasuke-kun..

Sasuke: So, Sakura.. Let me take care of you this time.. I don't know how exactly but I'll be by your side until you get well.

Sakura: Then I don't want to get well..

Sasuke: Sakura!

Sakura: I'm kidding! *smiles* But that's half meant.

Sasuke: *taps her forehead* Promise me you won't neglect your health because of me again.

Sakura: *nods*

Sasuke: Pack your things. You'll stay with me.

Sakura: Sasuke-kun?

Sasuke: I'll take care of you, remember? We'll attack those figures together.. And I'll make sure you take your meds..

Sakura: *smiles*

Sasuke: Hm?

Sakura: I just realized.. I haven't even greeted you properly.. Welcome back, Sasuke-kun.

---

Sasuke: I can sense when she's scared or if she's seeing or hearing something. What should I do exactly?

Shizune: What do you do when you sense that?

Sasuke: I hold her hand.. Sometimes I— I hug her very tightly.

Shizune: And her response?

Sasuke: She calms down.. She still cries sometimes but she gets okay faster than before.

Shizune: Good. Then what you're doing is working..

Sasuke: Are you sure?

Shizune: Yes. Before, it takes her hours to calm down.

Sasuke: It must be the meds.

Shizune: Or maybe it's you.

Sasuke: *stares at her*

Shizune: Thanks for taking care of her.

Sasuke: *looks down* I'll do anything for her.

Shizune: *smiles* As you should.

[heavyhitterheaux]

These Edibles Ain't Shit

AN: Have any of my Urban heauxs wanted to get high with him?

Synopsis: You want to get high with your boyfriend Urban and get a hold of some edibles from your cousin Tamia. Urban tells you to listen to him on how much to take and you end up in a situation when you don't.

Pairing: Urban Wyatt x Reader

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"Baby! No! Don't take that much. It'll be a week before your high wears off."

Well you didn't know.

You were new to this thing.

"Well how much should I take?"

You simply handed Urban your laced rice krispy treat you got from your cousin and he tore off a small corner and handed it to you.

You simply stared at your hand in disbelief before looking back up at him.

"Are you... are you serious? That isn't about to do anything."

"Trust me mamas. It's enough."

"Urb... I want to get high and this cannot be enough."

"Do you trust me?"

"Of course, wouldn’t be doing this with anybody else."

"Then don't eat anymore after you eat what I gave you."

You rolled your eyes and complied.... at first.

About ten minutes later you still weren't feeling anything and was starting to get annoyed.

"Mamas, I'll be back. I'm going to get snacks for us. Anything you want in particular besides your big ass bag of gummy bears?"

"Nope. And that's why I keep you around Wyatt. You know the way to my heart is with food."

All he did was laugh before kissing you and grabbing his keys.

Once you heard the door close, you grabbed another piece of your edible and popped it in your mouth.

"These edibles ain't shit. I don't know what Tamia and Urban were talking about."

Those were your famous last words.

When Urban returned he found you sitting on the living room floor staring at the wall and was thoroughly confused.

He called out to you but you weren't answering him.

Just rocking back and forth hugging your knees. He turned you around and your eyes were red as hell.

"Ohhh fuck. Y/N did you take more when I left?!"

"Urb, everything is in slow motion. I can't feel anything. I think I stopped breathing."

"Didn't I tell you not to take anymore?! It's your first time doing this and you need to take it slow. Besides you wouldn't be talking to me if you weren't breathing."

"I wasn't feeling anything!"

"Baby, you have to wait until it kicks in. How much more did you take?"

You simply pointed to where the edibles now sat on top of the living room table.

Urban went to inspect how much you had taken and you heard him quietly mutter "Oh fuck." Under his breath.

"Urbbb, I have to work tomorrow this shit needs to wear off. I don't like this game anymore."

"Uhhh mamas from the looks of it, you won't be going anywhere tomorrow."

"Whaaaat? What do you mean?"

"I've never even taken as much at one time as you did."

"URBANNNN, I DON'T WANNA DIE!"

"Baby, you aren't going to die. We just have to wait until it wears off."

"I DIDN'T EVEN GET TO MARRY YOU YET!"

"I promise we will."

You were now curled into the fetal position and Urban picked you up to place you back on the couch.

"Urb..."

"Yes?"

"Why are there four of you? I thought I was only dating one of you? You're not a quadruplet and didn't tell me, right?"

"No, there's just one of me."

"Someoneee please call 911." You belted out singing Wyclef Jean's song and all Urban could do was laugh.

"What you laughing for? I need the paramedics."

"I promise you that you don't."

"I'm about to kill Tamia when I see her."

"Don't get mad at her, you're the one who can't follow directions."

"Urb, make it stopppp."

"What you want me to do? You already ate it so it's not like I can go get it out of you."

You sighed before sitting up and trying to get your shirt off.

"Umm, mamas you need some help? And what are you doing?"

"I'm hot now."

Urban helped you get your shirt off leaving you in your sports bra and you simply laid your head in his lap.

It was silent for a few minutes before you started singing.

Urban was convinced you had been listening to your 90s and early 2000s playlist again.

"Tell me whyyyy! Ain't nothing but a heartache! Tell me whyyy! Ain't nothing but a mistake! Tell me whyyyy! I never want to hear you say I want it that wayyyy!"

"Oh lord."

Then you suddenly switched to Lil Scrappy and Trillville.

"What it is hoe? A wassup? Can a playa get in them guts?"

All Urban did was sigh and let you continue with your little concert.

"Urb, you can get in my guts anytime you want."

"Thank you for that, Y/N."

"Likeee right now."

"Uhh, maybe later."

"Whyyyy?"

"I have to make sure I keep you alive."

"YOU PROMISED ME I WASN'T GONNA DIE!"

"Okay wrong word choice. You aren't but just... I need to keep an eye on you."

"You can keep an eye on me as you eat me out."

"As tempting as that offer is, no."

"You're no fun."

You had eventually fallen asleep and Urban decided to call your cousin Tamia who gave you the edibles and tell her how far gone you were. 

"She took HOW MUCH?"

"She's sleeping so I'm hoping at least a little of it wore off."

"Her dumbass just doesn't listen, does she?"

"No and I told her not to take anymore than what I gave her."

"Well call me back if she doesn't wake up in two days. Better yet, call 911."

When you finally came to it was light outside and Urban had his arms wrapped around you knocked out.

You had no idea where you were, what time it was, or what happened after you broke off that last piece of your edible.

Oh.

The edibles must have worked.

A little too good in your case.

You were tapping Urban to wake him up and when he did all he did was stare at you.

By the look on his face you could tell he was annoyed with you but concerned at the same time.

"Welcome back, princess."

"Urby... what happened yesterday because I don't remember?"

All he did was sigh.

"Y/N, when I tell you not to do something just listen next time. And you mean the day before yesterday."

"I'm confused what did I do? And wait... I SLEPT THROUGH AN ENTIRE DAY!?"

"Yes, yes you did, and what didn't you do is the question."

"Well can I have some more when I get home from work?"

"HELL NO."

"Fine, I'll just call Tamia."

"She said you're banned from getting edibles from her ever again."

"Yall aren't any fun. Can we smoke next time?"

"The way you acted the other day lets me know there probably shouldn't be a next time but..."

"So yes?!"

Urban threw off the covers before sitting up and looking at you.

"We're going to need two bags of gummy bears for this."

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Hello 👋

I have would like to know if u could do these request with Adam :

•One where the the reader a have a miscarriage do to a previous abortion and because of that she go through a sever depression.

•one where the reader has a borderline personality where she is going through one episode.

And one where the reader have a toxic family where every one is neglicted toward her (like she not ivinted to the event etc).And her dad always very mean (like always yelling to her )and nobody is doing anything because they don’t rlly care .

Tyy very much , I loved the last one that have done for me .💓

Loss

Adam Sackler x fem!reader

Warnings: talks of miscarriage, abortions, depression

A/N: I'm glad you like my work! Your requests always give me something interesting to write. I'm only going to do the first prompt right now since I have so many requests to finish but I'll try to revisit the other one after ❤️❤️

Prompt #1:

“I’m sorry ma’am, but you had a miscarriage.”

You were four months pregnant when it happened. Those words echoed through your head for days. Sometimes they still creep back into your mind just to haunt you. Every counselor told you it wasn’t your fault, but you didn’t believe them. It didn’t matter if no one thought it was your fault because you did. Your boyfriend tried his best to keep your spirits up afterwards, but you became a shell of the person you used to be. You spend your days in bed or on the couch aimlessly flipping through shows or just sleeping for hours. You’re spending your day on the couch watching reruns to The Kardashian’s when Adam walks in.

“Hey kid, how are you feeling?” Adam sits on the floor next to you, placing a kiss on your forehead.

“Fine,” you mutter, not taking your eyes off the tv. Adam turns to look at the tv and sees what you’re watching.

“I thought you hated this show! Didn’t you call them vapid celebrities with no self-awareness?” Adam asks.

You don’t respond, just stare blankly at the screen. He turns back to you and looks you over. He can probably smell the fact you haven’t showered in a week. You become self-conscious under his gaze and curl up into the fetal position, trying your best to just disappear.

“Honey, we need to talk,” Adam says after a minute. He grabs the remote and turns off the tv. He moves off the floor to the couch, a comforting hand caresses your ankle as he begins to talk.

“It’s been a month since…everything happened and I know you’re still hurting. I’m hurting too y’know, but I think you should start therapy. The hospital recommended some places that take our insurance, so we should try one.” He looks to you for any response, but there’s only silence. “Baby, I know it’s not easy to talk about, but if you won’t talk to me at least talk to a doctor. I’m worried about you. I just want you to be okay.”

You sit up, trying your best to think of anything to say, but nothing comes out.

“You can’t just spend all day here wasting away.”

“You don’t understand,” you finally say.

“No, I don’t understand because you don’t talk to me anymore!” Adam says in frustration.

“It’s all my fault! It’s my fault our baby died and there’s nothing I can do to bring them back!” you shout. All of your emotions spill out of you and for the first time since it happened, you cried. You cry like everything you ever loved has died. You cry like you’ll never feel happy again. Tears stream down your face and snot runs out of your nose. Your sobs are muffled by Adam pulling you to his chest. His strong arms wrap around your body, holding you tightly like you might try to run away.

“Baby, it’s not your fault. We did everything right,” Adam whispers.

“I had an abortion back when I was with my abusive ex. It left scarring on my uterus and that’s why I miscarried. It’s my fault. If I hadn’t had the abortion, our baby might still be alive.” You sob harder into Adam’s shirt. “I’m sorry.”

Adam doesn’t say anything. He rubs your back as you continue to cry. You don’t stop until your throat feels raw, but still sit in silence with Adam comforting you.

“I don’t blame you. I would never blame you for making a decision like that,” Adam says after minutes of silence.

“I know, but I hate myself for it and I’m too ashamed to talk about it to a stranger.”

“We can go together if you want. I’ll always be here to support you.”

“Okay,” you say, pulling out of his embrace.

“Okay. Everything is going to be okay.”

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“I need a hot water bottle, a cozy blanket, and a nap.” for any of the girls because they Deserve It

Carrie's first thought as her alarm blared was 'Nope', and she was severely tempted to shut it off, turn over, and go back to sleep. Her midsection was already protesting the idea of getting up, and she groaned, knowing that she unfortunately did not have that option.

Throwing the blankets back, she stumbled out of bed, clutching at her abdomen, bypassing her usual morning routine to throw back some painkillers before starting the kettle, and stepping into an obscenely hot shower. Fuck yoga and a smoothie this morning-she needed tea, carbs, and a miracle to get through.

Of course, her schedule didn't allow for miracles, since she had several important meetings, none of which she could reschedule, and a mountain of things that had to be done today of all days.

She did herself up, because she didn't think cramps were any excuse for sloppy presentation, even if she did spend an extra minute staring longingly at her sweatpants. With a huff she left for the day, longing for it to be over.

By lunch she was so over it-half her meetings could have been fucking emails, her errands didn't seem as pressing after that, and she just wanted to go back to bed.

But of course, the other Candis were here for rehearsal, and Carrie had never called a practice off before, even as she winced through the dance moves and prayed for death.

Finally, blessedly, her day was over, and she almost raced home. And curled up on the floor right inside the door as soon as it shut behind her, in utter agony.

"Hey doll!" Reggie called from the kitchen. "You hungry? I made those spring rolls you like!" He then came out and saw her in the fetal position. "Bad day?"

"I long for death," Carrie moaned.

"Sorry, not allowed to die, I forbid it," Reggie said, helping her up. "What can I get you instead?"

“I need a hot water bottle, a cozy blanket, and a nap.”

"See, that I can do," Reggie said, helping her to the couch, out of her nicer things, and into a soft pair of pyjamas that she swore were his, but she didn't rightly care as he passed over painkillers and a large glass of juice.

"You're the best," she moaned as she drained the glass, the sweetness helping to alleviate the dryness of her throat and the pounding behind her eyes.

"Only for the best gal there is," Reggie replied, helping her recline, placing the hot water bottle and blanket on her and flicking off the lights. "You nap, the food'll keep and when you wake up we'll eat, I'll rub your feet, and we can watch whatever sappy movie you want."

"Even The Notebook?" Carrie asked around a yawn.

"If we must," Reggie replied, kissing her forehead.

"Will you stay over tonight?" she asked. "Missed you last night."

"Of course I will," Reggie assured her. "I won't leave until you kick me out."

"Guess you're moving in then," Carrie mumbled as she dropped off.

Reggie bit back a grin, shaking his head at her. "We can talk about that when you wake up."

Carrie snuggled further into her pillow and sighed, a smile creeping onto her face as she slept, and Reggie slowly crept off to put away the food, and to ensure they had everything they needed for the next few days. Carrie liked to push herself when she really needed to give herself a break, and Reggie was determined to ensure he was here to make sure she got one.

And maybe beyond that if she was serious about him moving in.

Turns out? She was. And the next month, when her body decided to hate her once more, it was Reggie who turned off her alarm, and pulled her back into bed, assuring her that he had her schedule cleared. Carrie smiled, despite the cramps, and snuggled back into her human heating pad, letting herself drift off to sleep.

[awholelotofladybug]

Sta bourgeois family reacts to andre abandoning Chloe

AU Andre: Well, if he's trying to take responsibility, I can tell you right now, he's already failed.

AU Audrey: What about their Audrey? Just as awful as she's ever been. Oh, she's going to make that Chloe's life miserable, and... *sees their Chloe isn't around* Chloe?

*Chloe is sitting on the floor behind them, curled up into a fetal position while hugging her knees*

Chloe: That could have been me... I could have done all those things, and then been made to leave Paris... *starts to tear up* I really was that awful...

Andre: *sits next to his daughter* The key word in that statement is "was." It's in the past. And while that Chloe might not have changed, you did.

Audrey: *sits on the opposite side* Not only that, but you also managed to help me change. And you're a hero to boot, something that Chloe dropped the ball on. *lifts Chloe's chin* Honey bee, you're beyond exceptional. You're phenomenal.

Andre: That Chloe might have wanted to be a queen, but you, my little treasure, you already are.

Chloe: *sniffles and cries a little* Thank you, Mummy. Thank you, Daddy... *cries a bit more*

Audrey: Oh, there there, honey bee. I know what you need. A nice, hot bubble bath.

Andre: And I'm sure some hot chocolate would be just perfect to go with that.

Chloe: *sniffles* That sounds good.

Andre: *gets up* I'll have Jean put on a fresh pot.

Audrey: *gets up* And you and I will draw the bath, sweetie. *scoops Chloe up and carries her*

Chloe: *surprised* M-Mama! You're carrying me?

Audrey: You're my baby and you're emotionally distressed. Of course, I'm carrying you. *kisses her forehead*

*Chloe becomes comfortable, so much so that she gives in to her old habit, and starts sucking her thumb*

Audrey: *nuzzles her cheek and carries her to the bathroom* There there. Mama's here.

[noblest-roman-of-them-all]

Whatever you need, I'm There

Virgil arched a brow in amusement when Roman dropped onto the couch beside him. It quickly turned to concern when he noticed the haggard look to the Prince of Creativity's face.

"You good?"

Roman nodded without looking at him and without speaking.

"You get any sleep last night?"

Another nodded.

"Not even gonna try to put more effort into lying to me?" Virgil asked. There was no harshness in his voice, but rather the type of companionable bluntness that came with familiarity.

"You didn't ask if I slept well, just if I slept," Roman pointed out, his voice uncharacteristically soft and quiet.

"How'd you sleep last night, Princey?" Virgil asked instead and Roman let out a breath, looking for all the world like he was about fall into tears at a moment's notice. Virgil reached out and rubbed between his shoulders.

"Not great."

Virgil nodded and popped out the foot rest and stretched out his legs. "Put your head down, Ro."

Roman shook his head. "I'm fine," he gasped, and quickly wiped his cheek.

"We can go lie down somewhere more private if you want, but you need some rest, Roman," Virgil told him with a gentle firmness. "I won't ask questions, I'll sit with you as long as you need, but you look like you're gonna fall over. Let me take care of you, okay?" He moved his hand from Roman's back to his neck and gently pulled him toward himself.

Roman nodded and let Virgil guide him into lying down on his side. He curled into the fetal position as Virgil conjured up a blanket for him, and gently tucked it around him.

"Relax, Ro, I've got ya, okay? I'm not going anywhere, I promise." He gently massaged Roman's head and graciously didn't mention the pin pricks on moisture soaking into his jeans from under Roman's head. "There ya go, buddy. You're doin' great. Nice slow breaths. You're gonna be okay, I promise."

Roman let his eyes fall closed, trying to focus on the hand playing with his hair, the soft blanket wrapped around him, the feel of denim under his cheek, and slowly but surely felt his shoulders relax.

Ten minutes later he was screaming.

"Roman!" Virgil's voice cut through his terror and Roman froze, still tangled in the blanket he'd been fighting either milliseconds ago and still openly crying. The Embodiment of Anxiety looked at him with wide eyed concern. "It's okay."

"Is everyone okay?" Patton's voice called from the kitchen and Roman some how went even paler at his voice.

"I've got it, Patt," Virgil called quickly. Before Patton could reply, he grabbed Roman and in a flash they were in his room, sitting on the floor. "Guess that's why you didn't sleep great last night." Virgil cupped a hand to Roman's cheek and thumbed away the tears under his eye. "C'mere, buddy." Virgil stood, gently pulling Roman up with him.

Roman hesitated when Virgil drew him to the bed.

"You don't have to sleep again," Virgil assured. "Just rest, okay? I know how much nightmares can take out of you, it helps to go easy in yourself afterward. We can even talk to keep you awake, alright?"

Roman nodded and let Virgil guide him into bed. Virgil sat first, and leaned back against the headboard then drew Roman into his arms, so he was mostly lying down and propped up against Virgil's chest

"You're safe, Ro," Virgil murmured and ran his fingers through Roman's hair. "I don't know what's goin' on, I'll listen if you want, but I want you to know that at least. You're safe and you're loved, okay?"

Roman nodded and let out a shuddering breath. "Thanks, Virge," he croaked.

Virgil smiled fondly and kissed the top of his head. "You're welcome, Princey. I said I wouldn't ask questions and I still won't if you don't want me to, but I'll listen if you need."

Roman sniffled a little and fiddled with Virgil's hoodie string. "In the dreams I'm wandering around the subconscious looking for ideas. It's dark and I can only kind of see what's around me. It's like- like the ice levels of Frogger. In my mind when I think about the dream, I know I'm looking for something, but in the dream I don't know what it is and I'm just...wandering. and eventually I realize I need to leave, maybe the whole time it's just that I'm looking for a way out, I don't know, but eventually, I come to these two massive wooden doors. Like that scene in Two Towers when Aragorn comes to tell Theoden about the Beacons of Gondor, but they're impossibly big. Like. The doors in Inside Out. There's a beam across them even though it's the inside of the door and it should be on the outside to keep things in. Usually there's a big rock nearby and I can hammer it out, but the door still doesn't open. It doesn't matter how hard I push on it, it doesn't matter if I throw things at it, or pull on it, it barely moves. Sometimes it doesn't even move at all. Eventually I exhaust myself trying to get out and then I can hear you guys on the other side and I start screaming and banging on the door, begging to be let out, but no one ever hears me. And I'm just left there. No one ever notices that I'm gone. No one ever comes to look for me. And I just sort of know by dream logic it's because Thomas is still having ideas. Because I don't actually have to be with him to have an effect. And I'm just...forgotten."

"Well, that's friggin' terrifying," Virgil announced after a moment of shocked silence. "No wonder you woke up screaming. How long's this been goin' on?"

Roman shrugged. "I've always had it. It's just been a lot more lately."

Virgil hesitates, something tingling inside his brain. "How much more?"

"Every day for the last week."

"Aw, Ro..."

"It's fine," Roman sniffed, put off by- or perhaps feeling a bit guilty over Virgil's worry and concern

"No, it's not," Virgil replied firmly. "I'm sorry, Roman, I could tell you'd been tired, but I just figured you were staying up late doing stuff. I should have checked on you sooner. I'm sorry you've been dealing with this alone."

Roman shook his head, but Virgil cut him off before he could begin to reply.

"You deseve support too, Roman. You need support and I'm sorry that you haven't had that. Don't try to argue with me, okay, Your Royal Bullheadedness? Just accept the fact that I'm right or I'll get Patton in here and neither of us want that because he's gonna take one look at you and probably burst into tears and it's gonna be a whole thing."

Roman laughed wetly. "Okay, I won't argue."

"Good."

"Didn't say I agreed. Just that I won't argue."

Virgil scowled and jabbed Roman in the ribs causing him to squirm and giggle. "Seriously though, Princey, I think you should talk to Thomas about this. Dreams are the subconscious trying to process stuff so whatever you're dreaming about is something going on subconsciously for Thomas."

Roman gripped Virgil's hoodie. "Will you come with me?"

"Yeah," Virgil nodded. "Yeah, of course, I will. Whatever you need, I'm there. It doesn't have to be right now though. We can wait till you've actually had some rest."

"Thanks, Virge."

"You're welcome, Ro."

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Random but specific headcanons about my redacted listener ocs part I have no idea it been a while since I've done one of these! Asset

They don't technically have a gender so the rest of ETS just kinda refers to them by whatever they think they are and asset dosnt seem to mind

Earlier on in asset's creation whenever they where done being worked on they would have a blanket just kinda draped over them and one they where "complete" they became oddly attached to it

That blanket was right up there with Marcus In terms of "if you take this away from me I'll kill you"

But as the obsession program ate away at their system they stopped carrying about it

Which is one of the many reasons why they kinda hate Marcus now

Once they where free of it they picked it up and you know that feeling when you realise that one of your teddy's fell out of your bed and was on the floor the whole night? Yeah that

They LOVE music and when the other people working on the project found out that they work really well to music they made sure to have it playing whenever they needed to work but like with the blanket they stopped carrying once the obsession program took over

That's actually how some of the developers realised somthing was up with asset

I mentioned this in another post but whenever they think about Marcus for too long they go into the fetal position

If asset ever met James spouse they would be BEST FRIENDS I like to think that their dynamic would be "if anyone ever treats you bad call me I'll f*king kill them for you"

They see James as kinda a paternal figure

And if they ever met James spouse they'd be a maternal figure

Anton is their best friend but I don't think he knows that he's their best friend

If they where to ever say "your my best friend" He would actually cry

Ever since Marcus their more skittish around other people (excluding anton and james)

[negative-speedforce]

Supernatural Fear Inducer for... hm, Cassandra and Jay? (or if there's another OC you had in mind, feel free to write for them instead)

Ooh, this one will be fun!

Prompt: Supernatural Fear Inducer

From: @badthingshappenbingo's challenge

Featuring: My Arrowverse OCs Jay, Cassandra, and Ameerah

Cassandra clenched her handgun in her hands, approaching the woman who was slowly filling a sack with money from the bank vault. "Freeze!"

"You again." The other woman, a known metahuman criminal by the name of Ameerah Carmine, sighed. "I thought I told you to stay out of my way."

"I don't take orders from criminals." Cassandra replied. "Now back away from the vault. Slowly."

"How about... no?" Ameerah whipped around, ducking under Cassandra's gun. She kicked Cassandra's feet out from under her, grabbing the money back. Cassandra shot up to her feet, gritting her teeth.

"Oh, it is so on." With the quick casting of a sigil from muscle memory alone, massive feathered black wings exploded out of Cassandra's back. She took to the air, shooting up like a falcon to the high ceilings of the ornate bank building, then back down into Ameerah's path, clenching her wings close to her back as she slammed the full weight of her body into Ameerah's.

Ameerah stood up, clenching her fists. "Back off, bitch."

"Hand over the money first, and I'll consider letting you go."

"You don't know what I'm capable of." Ameerah snarled.

"Actually, yeah, I do." Cassandra flicked her hand, a portal opening up in the floor beneath Ameerah, shadowy tentacles rising up from within to ensnare her. "That's why I had my little friends make these for me. Keeps you from messing with my emotions." Cassandra gestured to the irridecent sunglasses that she was wearing.

"Is that so?" Ameerah raised an eyebrow, struggling against the tentacles.

"Yeah. It is." Cassandra replied, approaching Ameerah. "Now hand over the cash, and I'll let you go. Deal?"

"No." Ameerah reeled her head back, slamming her skull into Cassandra's face, smashing her sunglasses to bits. Cassandra watched as Ameerah's eye color flicked through the spectrum. "You got overconfident, Agent Stevens. Now watch how that feels to have that confidence ripped away."

Deep, visceral fear welled up in Cassandra's chest. Her eyes went wide as her chest clenched so hard she couldn't breathe. Cassandra tried to push through, but it wasn't enough. She began to hyperventilate, collapsing helplessly to the ground as Ameerah escaped, sack of cash in hand.

She didn't know how long she laid there in the fetal position, but she hoped that someone would come for her. Her wings curled around her like a protective barrier, instinctively putting distance between her body and the world. Tears ran down her cheeks, running her eyeliner and mascara. She wasn't normally like this, was she? She wasn't pathetic, right?

"Hey, hey, it's me." Cassandra felt hands ruffle through the feathers on her wings, but she couldn't tell who it was. The person continued talking. "It's Jay. Your fiance. I need you to breathe with me, okay? In... out... yeah, that's good- in... out..."

Cassandra breathed with Jay, the panic slowly starting to disperse. With a shakily whispered spell, Cassandra managed to make her wings curl back into the slits in her jacket.

"Carmine again?" Jay asked.

"Yeah. She got away."

"I know. That fear attack of hers is a bitch, isn't it?"

Cassandra nodded, rising to her feet, though she still had her arms wrapped around her chest. "Yeah. It is."

"I brought you a makeup wipe." Jay offered, pulling one out of the pack. Cassandra smiled slightly, wiping off the trail of mascara that ran down her cheeks.

"Thanks."

"No problem. I'm just glad you're okay." Jay replied. "Hey, better this than the anger attack, right? Last time she hit one of us with that, Arya had to be sedated for almost a week."

"How could I forget?" Cassandra started to loosen up, laughing weakly. "They tried to bite my leg off."

"Yeah, that was not a good look for them." Jay agreed. "Look, we'll make the glasses out of something sturdier, and next time, we'll catch her, okay? She's not going to get away again."

"Next time." Cassandra agreed.

"But for now, let's go home. I got approval from the higher-ups for you to go home early already, don't worry." Jay said. "You can take a nice bath or something, just to shake off that panic attack."

Cassandra nodded. "Okay. That sounds nice."

"Then, maybe we can cuddle?" Jay offered.

Cassandra smiled. "You're on. As long as you don't steal my blankets again."