#its working? also i locked the door on them the other night sooooo

[gnc-tits]

girls my 3 BEASTS have been consistently waking me up at like 7 am OR EARLIER the past. idk. like month or whatever lol and rather than fighting it i have decided to just roll with it and am nowwwww taking my pillz at 7:15 + 8:15 respectively and. its kind of cunt tbh!

[reverie-verse]

Peter Parker X Reader - Falling Into His World.

Here are the other Parts. Part 2 Part 3 (I will do part 4 at some point cuz this fic is currently unfinished) Prompt: Reader quite literally falls into his world. She is his favorite character from his book and he is a favorite character from hers. She’s not sure how it happened. He’s not sure how to help but he still tries. After all, he is New York’s friendly neighborhood Spider-Man. On the other hand she’s from California and not from his world.

*College Peter and college reader.

*Fluff, curiosity, tension, home sick.

* I wrote this with Tasm Peter in my mind however he could literally be read for any Peter in your mind.

I also definitely didn’t check it before I posted sooooo spell check and gramma check didn’t happen.

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It had been a long tiring day full of work and school not to mention people finding ways to piss you off. You had gone home to your shared apartment hearing your best friends telling you that you need to get out and enjoy yourself. You gave them each a soft smile waving your hand. To be honest going out was the furthest thing from your mind. You were exhausted and just wanted to be at home lazy. Your friends didn’t push it, understanding that sometimes we all need that space. However they threatened you with a forceful night out the next time. You laughed at them shooing them away, locking the door. Weirdly enough you ended up cleaning the apartment since nothing was capturing your attention and every thought was kicked in overdrive. Unfortunately no help there you decided that maybe a shower might do the trick. The hot water will relax you and it’ll all be okay. Sure enough it does the trick walking out the shower throwing on your very much oversized shirt, you pulled on your plaid sweatpants. Man did it feel like you were on clouds, that when the tiredness truly hit you.

Your bed looked ten times more comfy the longer you stared at it. An early night so what you deserved the rest and no one can tell you not to do it right? Turning out the light you crawled onto your bed, the night sky illuminated your room. You just got comfortable in your bed, in the right position and the blankets felt amazing. Only for it to be ruined by your neighbors playing a game of how loud they can be. This was a perfect opportunity to grab your headphones, connecting them to your phone. You scrolled through your music finding your favorite playlist, No noise could be heard, only the beautiful harmonies and melodies that surrounded your senses. Shutting your eyes allowed your mind to create scenarios that involved fictional characters in various fictional genres. You had begun to feel the slumber take over, weighing you down further into a squishy yet firm mattress. Your mind began to drift slowly as the sleepiness crept into your mind, the music lulling you to sleep. Your mind humming as the fictional character played its role.

As your mind continues wandering your body finds itself in a situation, as it joltes itself awake, in turn pulling you out of your sleep. You opened your eyes only to see yourself falling onto the ground in your sleeping position. You didn’t have time to scream as you hit the floor. “ Ouch” you winced as you sat there for a moment then you heard it. The sounds of cars honking, in the distance maybe a helicopter or two a light breeze passed through the air, the moon at its peak glowing over the city. Your eyes widened as you scrambled to get up, you were on top of building a really high one at that. You looked over the railing and down at the people below they looked like ants. “ I-I’m-I-IM ON TOP OF A BUILDING?!” You panicked as you backed away from the ledge. You looked around trying to figure out where you were. You had seen more buildings, each in different textures, bricks, glass, rustic, new, this-this was not home that much was for sure. You searched for a back door to the building hoping that maybe you could get out of this mess.

Just as you rounded the corner you rammed right into something solid in the colors of red and blue. “ Hey woah how did you get up here?” A deep voice speaks out as the red and blue colors tower over you. Your eyes slowly travel from the chest to the masked face. You take a step back. “ Oh no, hey I’m Spider-Man, I’m not gonna hurt you. Let me help you get out of here” He says as he holds his hands up showing that he meant no harm.

“ Is that what you tell all your victims?” You challenged as your hair once hanging loosely now pulled back into a low ponytail. Your hands raised to defend yourself in case he attacked.

He tilted his head to the side “ My victims? I just said I wasn’t going to hurt you-“

“ For all I know you could literally be a serial killer!” You protested.

“ Listen lady, you're barefoot and in sleep clothes, you look like you could’ve used some help that’s all I’m tryna say” He shrugged his shoulders as he sat himself on the ledge sitting there watching you through his mask. His accent had begun to stand out to you the more you listened to him speak. No no no there was no way you were in another state. No because you remember going to bed in your own bed and you sure as hell don’t sleep walk.

“ No, nooooo no no no no there’s no way that I am here in New York right now. Nooooo absolutely not.” You shook your head waving your hands in the air.

“This-yeah you are in New York, If you’re at a hotel I’ll take you to it. Just tell me what the name of it is” He bargains seeing that you were only stressing more.

“ I-I'm not staying at a hotel! I’ve never been to New York, I’m from California! I never left California, I was sleeping in my bed in California five seconds ago!” You now were rubbing your forehead pacing back and forth. Standing up off the ledge the masked man walked towards you.

“ California? That’s all the way on the west coast-“

“ Yeah I know that and my California ass will kick yours if you don’t back up!” You threatened again holding your hands up. It hadn’t fully registered that you were standing in front of Spider-Man. Noooooo. You froze.

“ I’m not gonna stay much longer so either you let me take you to a hotel or hospital. If you want me to just set you down the sidewalk I can do that but I’m not letting you stay up here especially with no shoes on. Or socks.” He moved towards you anyways ignoring your threat ready to grab you and swing.

“ Your Spider-Man” You say speaking more to yourself than him. It hit you in the damn face like a semi truck. You dork how you did not catch on the first time. Oh figures you were freaking out.

“ Yes I am. Hospital it is-“ He bends down ready to carry you in his arms. You hold your hand out to stop him forcing him to wait. At this point in time you had begun to notice him becoming irritated. You needed him to believe you,

“ Wait wait wait. Uuh-I-umm I’m sorry for threatening you and not realizing who you are. But I am not from here-“

“ I know that but first I think you need to see a doctor-“

“ Uh no no no. Listen to me I know who you are-“ Spider-Man huffed, reaching down wrapping an arm around your waist pulling you closer to him.

“ I’m going to travel? Swing? It doesn’t matter the point is I’m going to get you to the hospital-“

“ PETER?!” You shouted, capturing his attention he freezes his arm still wrapped around your waist.

“ How do you know my name?” he questions pulling away from you. He was debating on pulling his mask off but at what cost. He’s never seen you before he’s never met anyone who knows about his existence besides his friend Gwen and Flash. He shook his head, backing up for a second giving some space in between each other. You watched him with curious eyes, you could tell that he had no idea what to do. He was hesitant and unsure. This was a moment you didn’t think you’d be in ever. You landed into his world. The character which you dreamed of reading about even. Peter reached for his mask, lifting it up revealing his face to you. His brown eyes squinted at you with a questioning look. He didn’t trust you, he wasn’t sure how you knew him considering he had never met you. Somehow some way he did feel oddly familiar. How could anyone in that moment? He watched you as you watched him. You both weren’t sure how to go about this-it was kind of awkward. Did he have a stalker? There was no way he had a stalker, absolutely not he made sure his tracks were covered. He crossed his arms waiting for an explanation from you. You on the other hand weren’t sure how to tell the man in front of you that he was another version of someone else you knew.

“ Right-right, right, uh this is going to sound very weird I understand that. No I’m not a stalker cuz I feel like you-you get that vibe-it’s not. Umm you-you I read a um graphic novel on a character such as yourself….” You trailed off moving back a step giving him an awkward smile. Peter had no reason to believe you but given the many circumstances where reality has proved him wrong it seemed rational. Peter stood there gazing at you trying to figure out what had drawn out the easy flow of conversation. You reminded him of someone.

“ Since we are on a first name basis what’s yours?” He asked hoping this doesn’t bite him in the ass later. You were taken back for a second. You cleared your throat trying to think of a way to answer it, sure it was easy to give him your first and last name but at the same time this was your favorite character. Who is like an equivalent to a celebrity.

You stuttered “ U-U-uh-I-I- my name is um Y/N L/N”

His eyebrows raised as heard the sound of your name leave his lips. He had to think for a moment, there could be no possible way for you to be here. You were fiction, you were a character in his favorite book. You can’t be here, that's impossible. Peter placed his hand over his mouth, turning away from you. He needed a second to process. Why hadn’t he picked up on it before. Of course it didn’t register that you were a character in a fictional book not a graphic novel. His book left much to his imagination where yours left no room for it. It had a detailed version of himself.

“ That’s impossible” he replied shaking his head before turning to look at you.

“ Impossible?” You crossed your arms rubbing them to keep yourself warm. Your bare feet were starting to get cold as the wind picked up just a tad. You wanted to continue this conversation but you were not about to continue this outside. “ Look, can we go somewhere and finish this conversation? I’m getting cold” You whispered. Peter really looked at you, noticing your body shivering he sighed. He was too caught up in the moment.

“I know where we can go” He tells you as he reaches for you pulling to him. “ Hang on tight”.

You look at him unsure. You truly were afraid of heights “Do we have to swing?”

He chuckled “ Yeah we do” he walks towards the ledge climbing on taking you along with him. You were nervous to say the least-no terrified is the appropriate word. Your heart racing, a scream jammed in your throat, fear covering every inch of your mind and body. Holding onto Peter for dear life you squeezed your eyes shut. Within that same second he jumps, you could feel the wind push against you as the two of you glided through the city. You debated on opening your eyes. He knew that as he smirked behind his mask which had put back on before swinging. He as well as you have only dreamt this moment. To be in it and to feel it was not what he had expected nor had you. To be honest neither of you did. It was exactly that a dream only this time you both had walked between plains into each other’s lives.

Peter had swung you to his apartment, the one you’ve seen countless of times in your graphic novel. Honestly it felt very surreal and unexpected. He helped you climb through his window first then he followed after. He felt kind of shy and intimidated. He only ever read about you in books. He never thought you would actually be here in front of him-raiding his sock draw. “ Sorry, Sorry, but I really need some socks. I hope you don’t mind” You rummage through his draw finding a pair of thick black socks. Shutting the draw you walk over to his bed pulling the socks on your feet. Your feet began to warm up. You sighed with relief. Peter softly smiled as he shook his head walking over to his closet. He needed to get out of his suit so he couldn’t risk the chance of anyone seeing him. Grabbing a shirt and some sweatpants he walks to the bathroom.

“ No, I don't mind.I’m gonna change, just make yourself more at home. At least wrap yourself in a blanket or something.” He tells you as he shuts the door behind him. You wrapped a blanket around yourself sitting on his bed. You were struggling to grasp the idea that you’ve somehow found yourself here. You figured that maybe you shifted as some people say but it didn’t feel like that. You felt yourself physically being planted here, you felt that fall. You felt yourself gliding as he swung; it felt all too real. You guessed that maybe you were hallucinating or maybe you had fallen into a deep sleep. You pinched your skin as you squeezed your eyes shut. Once. Twice. Three times and nothing. You opened your eyes checking to see if you made it back into your room. Nothing. You were still in Peter's apartment.

This definitely wasn’t a dream then what the hell else could it be? Peter on the other hand had no idea what to do. He pinched the bridge of his nose before throwing his t-shirt on. What is he supposed to do? The girl from a book he’s reading is sitting in his room, his apartment. He’s dealt with some pretty weird situations but this was beyond it. To a degree. Peter had gone over in his mind the last time he slept. He hadn’t slept in a few hours and he was exhausted. Maybe you were a fragment of his imagination that he conjured up in the hopes of ending his night on a peaceful one. Peter knew that wasn’t the case. He needed to figure out why you were here even if that meant putting his rest on hold. He sighed once more if need be Gwen could probably help him. In fact you were in need of clothes and shoes. Maybe she could help with that. For now it was too late to call her. You would have to settle for staying cooped up in his apartment. Not that either one of you minded.

Peter walked out of the bathroom folding his suit up, putting it in his box sliding it back into the closet. He shut the closet doors before walking next to his counter. He leaned against it, crossing his arms. His eyes drifted from the ground to your eyes. He was captivated by them. He checked your condition quickly. Looking at how you wrapped yourself up in his blankets sitting cross legged on his bed which made you look warm and inviting. He found himself drawn to it. Stop. He had to stop. He cleared his throat, needing to bring up a conversation. Thankfully you had sparked it. “ Earlier you said that it was impossible when I said my name. Why? Do you know something?” You asked as you watched him with careful eyes. You had gotten lost in his brown eyes, but you found yourself trapped in his sleepy state. He looked like he needed to be wrapped in your arms. You wanted to hold him. No you can't, you just met him. Well you read about him. Same difference. Peter nodded his head before coming up with a plan of what to say. It was an easy conversation but he couldn’t find the words. It’s not that he couldn't, he just was star struck and it took him a minute to realize that.

“ I-I-uh I’m reading this book right now and your-your the main character.” He looks around and finds a book on his desk. He walks over to it, lifting the book up and hands it to you. “ At first I was kinda thrown off with the whole California thing but then you said your name and it clicked. You're not supposed to be here. You were supposed to be at home”

You caressed the book in your hand running it along the cover. It was interesting to see a book about you in the hands of a fictional character who you happened to be their favorite character. It was too bad you didn’t have your graphic novel on Peter then you could’ve matched the unusualness of this particular second. You handed the book back to Peter. He took it from you placing it back on the desk. “ Peter what happens next in that book?” You asked, your nerves sky rocketing the way he said ‘you were supposed to be at home’ worried you.

“ You were supposed to go to work and then school but you don’t you end up staying in the next day. And your world changes-“ Peter shrugs.

“ Changes how?” You question as you mull thoughts over in your mind.

“ I don’t know. I haven’t gotten past that part yet” he replies as his gaze never leaves yours.

“ So what are we supposed to do?” You keep looking for something. You rubbed your forehead, breaking the gaze Peter was holding. This is getting nowhere. Peter moved himself away from the counter walking toward you. He got down on one of his knees. He pulled your hands gently from your face bringing them into your lap. He holds your hands there, his warmth comforting you. Your heart swoons, you had not realized how much you yearned for his touch. His heart beats a mile a minute at the touch he craved so much. He looks from your joint hands to your eyes.

He says “ We will figure it out. Together.”

[a-multi-fandom-fanboy]

Hiya! Me again, I see that you also write for FNAF too. Sooooo I was thinking if you can write a Withered Bonnie x Female! Shy! Reader please? (Idk which fnaf animatronics you can write so hopefully this one is ok)

You got it! Also sorry it took so long as I have stated in an earlier post my motivation locked it self in a closet and I had to take an axe to the door. Also also, honey (platonic) I write all FNAF characters.)

Silence. It was all your senses could pick up and that only caused your anxiety to sky rocket. You knew they would eventually find you. After all you had pretty much cornered yourself in the parts and service room. Your eyes began to water as you quietly waited to be found. You had no way out and as soon as they found you they would tear you apart. You found yourself no longer able to suppress the tears and began to cry quietly. Maybe they wouldn't find you here? Maybe this would be the one place they over looked? It was wishful thinking but you didn't want to think about how this would really end. It was then that you heard that dreadful noise. That terrible dragging of metal against the tiled floors.

You had never been so excited to go to work before, especially at Freddy's. You had just been promoted and given the opportunity to preform maintenance and possibly even mend the animatronics after hours. It was such a thrill to finally be able to show of your abilities in engineering. The fact that you would be working during nightshift didn't bother you at all as long as you got a chance to prove yourself. Besides you always prefered to work when it wasn't so crowded. To many people mad you quite anxious. You quickly adjusted your badge before getting in your car and driving to the establishment.

Once you had arrived you were greeted by the night guard, Fritz. You and Fritz never really talked to each other all to much, but you were both friendly. He seemed surprised that you had dropped by and gave you a curious look. You told him why you were here so late and he began to get anxious. He started to ask you to call the boss and reschedule for tomorrow morning instead. This confused you to no end and you stood your ground. You refused to give up your chance to finally work with the animatronics. Fritz soon explained why he wanted you to leave and told you that the animatronics wouldn't try to kill you. You started to think he was insane and once again refused.

Oh how you wish you could go back in time and make that call. This would have never happened and you would be sleeping soundly in your bed if you had just listened to Fritz. He tried to save you but you were just to determined to care, and you deeply regretted it. Soon enough the scraping of metal began to grow louder and you began to loose all hope. Is this really how you die? At the hands of the animatronics that you had loved so dearly? This felt like a terrible nightmare and you were begging to be woken up. The door to the room swung open and you pushed yourself farther into the corner. The animatronic looked around quietly talking in its surroundings. You watched it's shadow from behind the wall in the middle of the room and whimpered. It seemed to pick up on it and perked up.

Fritz eventually gave up; however, he still told you to be careful and if anything were to happen you should run to the office. You nodded before parting ways and climbing onto the show stage as he left for the office. You started maintenance by checking the animatronics over and making sure none of the kids that had visited had damaged them. After that you greased their joints so they wouldn't make a sound while performing as well as help with their stiff movements. It was then that you had noticed it. Toy Bonnie's head was positioned towards you and you had locked eyes with him. You hadn't left him like that...right? Yeah, you had positioned his head in the opposite direction-...did his eyes just move? Just like that he had burst into motion, quickly making his way over to you.

You fled the scene quickly remembering Fritz's words. So maybe he wasn't insane. You swiftly mad your way to his office only to find the Marionette drenched in blood. You screamed and catching the attention of the rest of the animatronics within the children's restaurant. You once again fled and ended up encountering many of the others as you attempted to find a place to hide. Finally just as you were beginning to believe your legs would give out you found the parts and service room.

The animatronic slowly began to make it's way over to the dividing wall. It took everything within you to keep yourself from making any noise as you cried. You began pray that he would overlook the corner you had hidden yourself in as it entered the other side of the room. It was a quite broken down version of Bonnie and you quickly recognized it as the original Bonnie. He slowly scanned the room trying to find the source of what he had heard, and much to your dismay he had spotted you. Bonnie froze and stared at you for a moment wondering what to do. You quietly sobbed as he slowly approached and buried your face in your hands. You heard the sound of metal slide down the wall beside you and a small thump. You slowly uncovered your face as you felt a large metal hand rubbing your back in a comforting way. What on earth was going on?

Hope you enjoyed!)

Also @selfshippinglover )

[blackmissfrizzle]

Wild Child

Characters: Miguel Galindo x black!reader

Summary: Miguel can’t control his free spirited wife.

Warnings: Its filthy. I tried to put some plot in it but its barely there lol.

WC: 4.1K

A/N: I hit a couple of birds with this one stone. First its a request from @darlingcherrybomb-Can I have 11 & 15 w/ Miguel Galindo plz??? thank you :) and this is also my submission for my 2K Follower Celebration and Bad Bitch Challenge. The song I’m using is Hood Rat Shit. Also shoutout to @starrynite7114​ for indulging me!

Prompts are bolded

When Miguel Galindo started dating you no one really batted an eye. They simply thought the businessman/cartel boss was going through a mid-life crisis and wanted some young pretty thing on his arm. But when he slipped that engagement ring on your finger and made an honest woman out of you, everyone had questions. You were Santo Padre’s resident wild child.

If it wasn’t the Mayans causing trouble, then it was you. Growing up the Reyes family was your next-door neighbors and that instantly made EZ and Angel your best friends. Even as a child Angel was charismatic and that easily made you look up to him. Everything he did, you tried to do. That earned you the nickname, Angelita. If you could’ve joined the club, you would’ve.

So how you ended up married to Miguel was a mystery. Sure, you cleaned up nice and despite your wild ways you had a respectable job, but you still were considered as riff raff, nothing but a damn troublemaker.

Where everyone saw a crazy party girl, Miguel saw an independent uninhibited woman. Someone unafraid to speak their mind and can hold their own in this cutthroat world. Someone who could handle all of him. Someone who humbled him and made him enjoy the simpler things in life.

Although, he loved you, you were a fucking headache. Your free spirit didn’t sit well with the confines of his lifestyle. Any chance you got you ditched the bodyguards. Upscale lounges? Nah, you loved the dive bars. There’s a Mayans party? You’re there. Dress like you’re a powerful businessman’s wife? Nope can do. You were allergic to designer and preferred jeans and leggings.  Being driven around town? No thank you, you were a speed demon. As you and your friends love to say, “You’re ain’t nothing but a hoodrat hoodrat, hoochie mama.”

Like tonight, he specifically told you he didn’t want you hanging out at the clubhouse because he heard some rumblings of trouble with another MC. But of course, you didn’t listen. It was EZ’s patch party and you were gonna celebrate with your boys.

“Run me my money, Medina!” You folded your hand in the ‘gimme’ motion.

“Aren’t you already rich?” He asked, slapping the twenties in your hand.

Angel busted out laughing and nudged Medina with his shoulder. “We told you not to play her. I told you she’s vicious. Don’t ever fall for the puppy dog eyes.”

Everyone joined in at Medina’s lost. At this point most Mayans in the Santo Padre charter and other charters knew not to play pool with you or at least not to underestimate you, so finding someone not privy to to your skills was delightful.

Throughout the night, your goal was to set EZ up with Gabby and not just for a one-night stand. He desperately needed someone else to focus on instead of Emily. Currently, you were outside at a table with your crew: Coco, Gilly, EZ, and Angel.

“Just go talk to her.” You urged your best friend.

“Yeah, for some crazy ass reason she likes you.” Angel slapped the back of his brother’s head.

Tracing your finger along his arm, you pointed out the evidence. “It’s this damn vein that always making an appearance.”

Coco sat back in amazement. “That shit really turn y’all on? Simple stuff like that? One time I had a chick obsessed with my fingers. She got turned on whenever I held a cig. I thought she was into some freaky ass shit.” The whole table erupted into laughter. For Coco to be so experienced, he was clueless.

Taking his hand in yours, you began tracing his fingers and inspecting. “Oh ok, I see you Coco Cruz. These shits are veiny, long, and thick as fuck. Yeah, homegirl was obsessed!”

“But why, chiquita?” Coco flicked you on the nose.

“Do you not finger bitches, Cruz? These are prefect candidates for fingering. Like dude, when I see, Miguel’s fingers wrapped around a glass, I get all wet and tingly inside.”

If you were paying attention, then you would’ve noticed how quiet all the guys gotten. It wasn’t until Coco slyly slipped his hand out of your grasp that you felt a presence. “He’s behind me, isn’t he?”

“Yup, Angelita!” Angel hooked his arm around your neck and ruffled your hair. A gesture that didn’t bother Miguel. He understood the familial dynamic you had with the Reyes brothers.

“Hey babe!” You smiled at him like you didn’t just disobeyed him by showing up at this party.

Miguel gave you a small smirk. It was his way of telling you he was pissed off, but he wasn’t going to show it in front of company. “Sweetheart,” he kissed you on top of your head. “I’m going to talk to Obispo and then we’re leaving.” His tone told you there was no room for arguments.

Miguel left you to go to talk to Bishop and give you some time to tell your friends goodbye. Marcus stood by you as he watched boss leave. “Angelita, do you ever stay out of trouble?” He patted your back and kissed your temple.

You held your chin as if you were in deep thought. “Mmm, nope. Its too much fun not to.”

“We should’ve nicknamed you little Diabla.” Gilly joked.

“Screw you, Gilly!”

“No, that’s your husband’s job and by the way you’ll be walking like Bambi for the next week will be proof enough.” You slapped Angel upside the head, but the only further his laughing. They all loved to tease you when you got in trouble with Miguel.

You didn’t have time to quip back, because Miguel came back done with his conversation with Bishop and from the looks of it, Bishop got some bad news. Hopefully, none of it had anything to do with you.

When you got in the car the partition was already rolled up, a big red flag that you were in trouble. “Sooooo, what did you talk to Bishop about? He looked upset.”

Miguel cut his eyes to you before he looked back out the window. “That other MC was on the way to the clubhouse to shoot up the place. I handled it when I was on the way. Just dumb luck we stumbled onto them.”

“Wowwww,” you blew a raspberry and widen your eyes as saucers. You hated when he was right, it knocked down all your objections. “Lucky that you were on the way then, huh?” You gave him a nervous smile and scratched the back of your head.

“Lucky?” He repeated the word with venom. “You could’ve died!”

“But I didn’t!”

“You disobeyed me!”

It was true, you didn’t listen, but everything worked out in the end. “I know but-”

One of Miguel’s hand grasped your throat hard enough to make breathing a little harder, but not enough to hurt you. He pressed his face against to the side of yours, harshly breathing against your ear. “No buts- you deliberately disobeyed me and if it wasn’t for me coming to get your bratty ass, you would’ve been dead!”

“Miguel, I’m sorry.”

With his other hand, Miguel shoved his hand down your pants. “Oh, you’re about to be sorry, mi vida. I’ll show you what these fingers can do.” His fingers pushed your panties to the side and explored all your wetness. “Shit! You’re loving this, you dirty little slut. I bet if I wanted to, you’d let me finger you in front of all your little Mayan friends.”

You began riding his fingers as he fucked into you. It was too much not to move. Miguel was an expert in your pleasure and knew how to set you off in minutes if that’s what he wanted, and it appeared he wanted you to suffer. “Miguel, pleaseeeeee.” You pleaded with him, grabbing onto his wrist for support.

“Hmm, please what, querida?” He licked the side of your face then pulled your earlobe in between his teeth. “Dime que quieres. (Tell me what you want.)”

“I want to cum. Please Miguel.” You pecked at his lips giving him the chance to devour your lips. “If you want to cum, you’re gonna have to do it yourself.” Miguel murmured against your lips.

Miguel kept his fingers still as you rolled your hips. It wasn’t the same as him pumping his fingers in and out, but you knew there was one way you could get him to participate once again. Keeping your eyes on Miguel, you wet your fingers and let them find your clit. Not even one rub in and Miguel had his hand around your wrist. “Who told you that you could touch what’s mine?”

You bent down and whispered by his ear. “If it was yours, I would be cumming by now.”

Miguel growled and began furiously fingering you and rubbing your clit with his thumb. “Fucking brat! I better not hear any crying from you tonight talking about its too much. You’re taking everything I’m giving you.”

He wasn’t taking it easy on you anymore. Miguel pumped into you as fast as he could while suckling kisses along your shoulder up to his neck. “Te amo, mi vida. But if you ever do something that stupid again, I won’t have any problems locking your ass up.”

Your lips met Miguel’s for a searing kiss. “I love you too, Miguel.”

Taking some of your hair, Miguel moved it to the other side and kissed your neck. “Now cum all over my fingers.”

Your body immediately responded to Miguel’s command, making you leak onto the seat. That sight almost made Miguel unhinged, but he contained himself. The things he had planned for you couldn’t be executed in the back of a car. So, he allowed you to rest until you got back home, where he could teach you a lesson or two about obedience.

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The thing about certain lessons with you was that they weren’t long-lasting. There was something that always drew you back to your rebellious ways. Tonight, was girl’s night and you were on your way out the door when you heard Miguel’s voice. “Go change.”

You stopped in your tracks and looked back at your husband sitting with Marcus and Nestor. “Excuse me?” Nestor rubbed his hand over his face and Marcus lowly chuckled. Looks like it was about to be an interesting night in the Galindo household.

Miguel put down the report he was reading and focused his eyes on you. “I said go change, mi amor.”

You knew this was a risqué outfit, but you thought if you walked fast enough, Miguel wouldn’t notice. “What’s wrong with this?” You asked, pretending like you damn well didn’t know what was wrong.

The chair scraped against the floor as Miguel backed out of the chair. He surrounded you as a predator inspecting his prey. A lion chomping at the bits to get to his meal. “You are not wearing that out. I will rip it off you. Now go change or you won’t see your friends until the next girls’ night.” He pulled the strap of your top, letting it slap against your skin. As you turned to go up the stairs, Miguel smacked your ass for his victory. It wasn’t very often that he easily won your compliance.

When you came back down, Miguel was much more appeased with your outfit. A simple flowy black tank top replaced the corset bodysuit you had on earlier. He genuinely wished you a good time as you left. Miguel knew that with a couple of drinks in you, you would be primed for some nasty sex later. Little did he know that you had your original top in your purse and had plans to ditch the bodyguards.

A little later that night, Miguel, Nestor, and Marcus went out to a restaurant to take a break from the tedious work. Nestor excused himself from the table when he got a call from the security team. Miguel flagged the waitress down when he saw Nestor pinched the bridge of his nose. It was the same thing he did when he heard you were up to no good. “She ditched the bodyguards?”

Nestor pulled out his phone to show Miguel a video. “Yeah and is having the time of her life.” Miguel grimaced as he fixed his suit jacket. “Let’s go get my wife before I have to fill my church pew.”

—

The lounge you and your girls went to was nice at first, but after the first round of expensive watered-down drinks all of you were ready to go. Especially, since the music wasn’t danceable to. It was $2 everything at one of your old haunts, so that’s where you went. They had the best mix of current and old hits, having everyone vibing.

With all the drinks being $2 and very strong, you were easily drunk enough not to have a care in the world. Unsurprisingly though you were the most coherent (drinking with bikers would do that to you). So, you knew that you shouldn’t have gotten on top of the bar, but you couldn’t give one flying fuck. What was Miguel gonna do? Put you on his church pew? Please, one bash of these eyelashes and you’d be out of trouble.

The dj began playing a set of Megan thee Stallion and you were in your zone. You and your friends were providing entertainment as y’all screamed the lyrics out.

I want to do it ‘cause it’s fun

It’s fun to bad things

(Hood rat shit)

Drive into a car (Ahh)

Didi you know you could perhaps kill somebody?

(Mwah)

Yes, but I wanted to do hood rat stuff with my friends.

Instantly, you and your friends got into your Megan squats and twerked just like the song told y’all. Its been so long since you did it that you almost got scared that your knees would buckle.

Hood rat shit (Huh) with my hood rat friends

(Ayy)

Everywhere we go (Ayy) we be drinking Hen

(Ayy)

Shake that ass, shake that ass, bitch, bounce that shit (Ayy, yeah)

If you weren’t so caught up, you would’ve felt the air in the room change. You would’ve felt the oxygen leave the room, making it harder to breath. You would’ve stopped making random people drive the boat while they had a great view of your cleavage due to your corset bodysuit that you secretly changed back into.

It wasn’t until you felt that overwhelming presence that you noticed your husband next to you. He rested his elbow on the bar and held his chin in his hand smiling up at you. “Oh, hi honey. Funny seeing you here.” You greeted him. Miguel couldn’t reach your hand, so he started rubbing on your ankle. “No, its funny seeing you here in that,” he nodded at your corset. “What happened to your other shirt?” There was no good answer, so instead you bent down and rapped the lyrics to Miguel, playfully having your fingers in his face.

You ain’t from my hood (Huh)

What you doing round here? (Hey)

Asking all them questions (Huh)

You must be the Feds (Ayy)

Better get from round here

Before you wind up dead (Yeah)

The corner of Miguel’s mouth quirked up as he patiently waited for the song to be over. Despite how mad he was, he enjoyed seeing you have fun with just the simple things. And it wasn’t from youthfulness, but from a good heart. That’s what made him love you. The only things you needed was your friends, family, and good times, and you reminded him that was important.  

“Terminada?”

“Yup,” you took his offered hand and jumped down from the bar. He draped your leather jacket over your shoulders and zipped it up. “Really?” Your eyes dipped down to your chest. Miguel cupped your cheek before he kissed it. “Yes, really. Now let’s leave before I have to shoot someone for ogling you too long.” Quickly, you exited the bar. There was no need for anyone to die because of you.

On the way back to your house, Miguel didn’t reveal how pissed he was. He just kept a possessive hand on your denim clad thigh and discussed his plans for the week. He didn’t go into gory detail, but just enough to prepare you for how busy he would be. That was practically a warning. With him being pissed about your activities tonight and pair that with his busy schedule, let’s just say your glad you’ve been focused on your flexibility and stamina.

Finally, at home, the both of you told Nestor and Marcus good night. You headed for your room, but Miguel gripped the back of your neck tightly and steered you to the playroom down the hall. Miguel specifically used this room when he planned to fuck you for hours. Dear lord, this was gonna be a long night.

You knew better than to speak as he sets up the room. Standing stark still you watched as he lit candles, turned on the fairy lights, and set the LED lights a mix of blue and purple. Miguel loved how the blue hue reflected off your brown skin. It highlighted every single thing he loved about you.

When he was finished setting the ambiance, Miguel circled around you until he was standing directly behind you. He said nothing as his hands went to the button of your jeans. His warm breath caressed your neck like a hug, his hands setting fire to your skin as he pulled down your jeans.

A yelp escaped your lips when you felt Miguel’s teeth scrape against your ass. Done with what you were for sure knew were gonna leave marks, Miguel ran his nose along your ass until he reached the crook of your neck. He dug his fingers into your ass while his teeth dug into your shoulder. The pain was welcoming, making you quiver all over.

“Hands behind your back.” Miguel ordered. Soon, you felt the cuffs around your wrists and then the sensation was felt around your ankles as well. “Stay here.” He whispered against your ear.

You watched Miguel swagger to what you called the ‘sex couch’, it was curved to accommodate your bodies, specifically for adult activities. He sat down, legs all wide and inviting while he loosened his collar. Crooking his fingers, he told you to come here.

The heels you were wearing made you the perfect height that Miguel’s face was directly at your navel. He pressed a light kiss there, then he reached up to your shoulders to push you down on your knees.

Unzipping his pants, he pulled out his cock and you were instantly hypnotized. Honestly, Miguel should just whip it out all the time when he wants you to do something. You’ll listen to him…momentarily.

“Aren’t you gonna take off your clothes?” You inquired.

Miguel wrapped his hand around your hair. “No, at least one of us needs to know how to dress. Now, suck my dick. It ain’t gonna suck itself.” Out of nowhere, he pulled out a cigar, lit it and began smoking it, his way of dismissing you.

There was no way you were gonna tease him. From the tension in his body you knew he would snap at any moment. Your mouth engulfed his length, only getting a couple of bobs in until Miguel roughly pushed your head into his crotch and pummeling your mouth with his cock. All of him took up the room in your throat, but it didn’t bother you. You loved that it was you making those moans come out of Miguel’s mouth.

He granted you a little reprieve and let you up for some air. He took one more puff of his cigar before putting it out. His hands went to your corset to pull your breasts out and for a moment he fondles them with interest until he slapped them and twisted the nipples. “Dressed like a fucking whore! Letting everyone see your tits. I should’ve fucked you right on that bar. No one would’ve stopped me.” Miguel’s hand was now around your throat and he pulled you towards his face. “Would you have let me fucked you there? Hmm, be my little whore?”

“Yes daddy! Whatever you want to do to me, you can.”

His other hand found your hair again. “Huh, you’re giving me permission? I know I can do whatever the fuck I want to you because you’re mines. The only one who seems not know this is you. Can’t follow simple fucking instructions. Is it that hard to listen to me?”

“No.”

“Then why don’t you listen?”

The brat in you just had to jump out, you smiled up at him like a madwoman before responding. “Because it’s fun and I enjoy doing hood rat shit.”

Miguel finally snapped. With unknown strength he ripped your bodysuit off your body and threw you onto your stomach on the couch, securing your ankle cuffs to the locks on the couch. Miguel didn’t bother to take off his clothes, you could feel the fabric of his Armani slacks as he pushed into you.

Even though it was about Miguel’s pleasure, it was about yours as well. Every one of his thrust got you closer to your end, but you wanted more. You wanted to touch your husband, you wanted your lips to leave the same marks he was leaving, you wanted to look him in the eye as he called you a slut, whore, and everything in between. “Daddy turn me around. I want to look at you.” You pleaded.

Miguel hips stuttered a bit, he couldn’t believe what his ears just heard. Leaning forward, his clothed chest was against your naked back. “Did you just give me an order? You think you can just get what you want?”

He couldn’t see your doe eyes, but he could hear the sickeningly sweet babied tone you use on him whenever you want something. “Yes, because I’m your baby girl.”

“Be careful what you wish for, baby girl.” Miguel flipped you over, his hand flew to your throat as he thrusted into you. He loved how you tightened around him when his hand found its permeant place on your neck. “So, fucking responsive to me. Tell me how much you love this cock.”

“I love it so much, daddy. I wish you could be in me every minute of the day” you gasped in between thrusts.

Miguel hovered over you and smoothed your hair. “How sweet, kitten.” He mocked you, then spat in your mouth and smeared it over your face, before shoving four of his fingers in your mouth. He chuckled at how your eyes widen. “What? I thought you wanted to look at me?”

You tried to say something, but your words were muffled by his fingers. “Hmm, what was that whore?” Miguel took his fingers out so he could hear you clearly. “Can I cum, daddy? Pretty please.”

Miguel couldn’t deny you anymore. “Since you asked so nicely, you can.” His thumb reached for you clit and rubbed on it until your legs were shaking and your eyes were rolling to the back of your head, but Miguel wanted your eyes on him. He grabbed the back of your neck and rested your forehead on his. “Look at me when you cum!” Once your eyes connected, Miguel reached his own orgasm and coated your walls with white hot cum.

In an instant, Miguel released the cuffs and carried you to the bed while giving you reassuring kisses and declarations of love. Despite your protests, he left to go get the both of you some water and towels to clean up. While he was gone you reached out for your phone that Miguel conveniently placed for you.

You: Sorry, guys I won’t be able to make it to our ride tomorrow. Raincheck?

Angel: I told y’all! I knew Galindo was gonna fuck her up for that outfit.

Coco: Damn! He broke you off that bad?

You: No, he broke me off that good!

Gilly: EARMUFFS!

You: Blame Dumbass #1 and Dumbass #2. Now am I gonna get a raincheck?

EZ: Yes, you will, Angelita. GN.

Knowing that the guys weren’t going to be mad at the fact that you weren’t going tomorrow, you silenced your phone, ignoring whatever argument they would no doubt get into. Instead you waited for your husband to return to continue breaking you off for the rest of the night.

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[moonlit-imagines]

Headcanons for being Peter Parker’s Younger Sibling

Peter Parker x sibling!reader

warnings: bullying mention, blood mention

a/n: a fuckin reach, its been a WHILE since ive seen tasm

prompt: y/n is peter’s sibling

peter and you were playful kids

you were just a year and some months younger than him, so you had a harder time remembering your parents than him

but he always told you stories about them that made you miss them a little more

peter was a genius, we all know it

he was the one helping you with your homework most nights

“peter i cant do it!”

“that’s okay, y/n. look, start with two times four, that’s eight, then four times six, twenty-four, right?”

“can i say a cuss word?”

“sure”

“math is shit”

you would cry during homework a lot

you’d also pass out on his floor after talking for hours

and you’d either wake up facedown on the floor or in your room since uncle ben would pick you up and put you to bed

peter took it upon himself to take you back to your room, but he usually dragged you by the arm, sooooo

you’d play action figures together

he was batman, you were robin always

“can i be batman?”

“oldest gets to be batman so im batman”

“but i wanna be batman!”

peter walked you to your school before taking off on his skateboard

and he’d pick you up on his way home

on half-days your brother taught you how to skate

you fell a lot

aunt may had to patch you up

“how many times do i have to tell you those skateboards are dangerous?!”

peter got you your own skateboard so that you could practice without him

you would text him after you did a trick and he’d always say hell yes! show me when i get home!

being his photography assistant

really you were his assistant constantly

science fair was the most boring day of the year

“y/n, stand right here, i need to get something from my locker”

*judges walk up while youre left unattended and in a state of PANIC*

you were bullied in middle school, same as peter, he’d always stick up for you and get beat up instead

it made you very mad but it was scary, too

“how’d you get into this fight, peter?”

“oh, you know, just happened”

“peter was sticking up for me, uncle ben”

“was he now? you’re a good brother, peter”

lonely when he moved onto high school :/

but you got there soon enough

you guys were kind of loners, just ate lunch together, lugged around your skateboards, you were an artist, he was a photographer

just spectating the chaos of high school, rolling your eyes at the drama

“i have two bucks, do you want anything from the vending machine?”

“uhh, a coke?”

you saw peter get bullied by flash and lost your shitttt

you actually started a food fight after throwing mashed potatoes in his eyes

“what the hell, parker?!”

“sit down and eat your goddamn food, flash, or next time it wont be potatoes”

peter was half-proud, half-embarrassed

trying to see how long you could skate through the halls before any authority figures stopped you

sometimes......you guys got sent to the office together :)

*phone ringing* “hello, is this ben parker?”

“which one of them is it this time?”

the principal’s office was a trip sometimes

you and peter exchange your glances and wait to get scolded

“ah, the parkers, come in, lets have a chat...why do you two always feel the need to get in trouble together?”

“we just happen to get along really well for siblings”

no you fuckin dont lmaoooo

it was always something with you two

like always

*banging on peter’s door* “I KNOW YOU HAVE MY BROWNIES, PETER, GIVE THEM BACK”

*peter through a mouthful of brownies* “I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT, YOURE CRAZY”

“is that my jacket?” -peter

“you mean my jacket?”

“y/n, i swear to god if you steal any more of my clothes it’s over for you”

“well, aunt may keeps giving me your clothes, so take it up with her”

and then there was just the little annoying things

“peter, can you stop clicking your pen?”

*clicks pen faster*

“you’re the worst”

and my personal favorite

“peter, open the door”

“why?”

“emergency”

*opens bedroom door* “what?”

“aunt may is making meatloaf”

“shit, uh...get your board, we’ll skate to mcdonalds and tell her we already ate”

peter and you RARELY ever brought your parents up until he found your dad’s briefcase, you didn’t have much to say

soon he was flooding his room with conspiracies and pulling you in to explain them

he began acting REALLY weird, but he was pretty open with you, he told you he went to oscorp

“YOU SNUCK IN??”

“your standards for me are way too high, y/n”

soon you started to feel not-so-good and weird things started to happen

“peter??”

“yeah? whats up?”

“this is gonna sound really weird...my hand is stuck to the door”

“it happened to you, too??”

“happening, pete. wait—this happened to you?? what is this???????”

yall done fucked up and got bit by spiders peter had so carelessly brought back into the house

it was an adjustment to say the least

and this adjustment got a whole lot harder that one night...you can remember peter just...so upset

you tried to chase him out to make sure he was okay, but uncle ben told you to stay with your aunt

maybe if you’d have been there...it would’ve been different, but when the cops got to your house you were at a loss for words

peter was covered in his blood still

“hey, hey, just breathe, okay? it’s not your fault, peter. just hop in the shower, yeah? i’ll take care of your clothes”

when peter took your advice and you were left alone, you just cried, you cried until he finally found you curled up in a ball in your room

then he cried, you just hugged each other sobbing your eyes out

peter got distant for a while, which was rough since the two of your were mourning for your uncle and dealing with these newfound powers

sooner or later he came around and helped you out, designing webshooters and a suit for you

“we match?”

*sigh* “yeah...yeah, we match”

ah yes, spider-team

you really tripped out new york at first, they thought spider-man was a teleporter

peter was still talking about your dad, but you really didn’t care, uncle ben was always going to be who raised you

you and peter would be covered in bruises after going out

“uh—peter punched me”

“y/n???!!!”

“I PANICKED”

just being dumb scared teens that cant function to save their lives until they get a little bit lucky

seriously like, every big villain you guys fought was just the worst

peter didn’t help all the time, he was good at provoking them sometimes

“hey, spider-man, you mind shutting up for a minute? for my sake?”

“sorry, sorry, just couldn’t help myself!”

he gushed to you about gwen stacy, he actually dragged you to her apartment to be patched up by her SEVERAL TIMES

yadda yadda yadda peter graduated high school! how cool is that? but he was late (what a surprise) even though you put off spidering today just for this

but he made it and you clapped the loudest for him

“thats my brotherrrr!!!”

cute family picture! (aunt may printed a bunch of them and gave them to you two and peter pinned them to his wall)

you and peter actually have a lot of pictures of the two of you just goofing off

he has one of you stuck in a trash can that cracks him up every time

seeing harry osborn again after YEARS

“wow, y/n, last time i saw you i just thought you were peter’s annoying little sibling”

“aww, it’s good to see you, too”

electrooooo

this guy really worried you bc like, bzzzz shock

you and peter weren’t equipped for that

it took a while, but you were finally able to deal with that

and several other problems

including peter’s breakup, which was a whole ordeal of its own

*peter laying upside down on your bed* “i dont know, y/n, you know? i wanna be with her so bad, i love her...but her dad is haunting me”

*you, drawing on your notepad with your legs propped up on his* “yeah, makes sense”

you actually had to tap out during the end of electro, you were hurt pretty bad

“y/n, hey? yeah, you’re okay. stay here, just stay right there, i’m gonna be back for you”

*thumbs up to show youre still alive*

but when peter came back for you there was bad news, he’d lost gwen

he ripped his mask off and fell to his knees, you could barely move but you powered through it, giving him a hug while he cried

“we...we better get home before aunt may starts to worry”

she was at work, so you two had the place to yourselves to clean up and mourn before the official news was revealed

“i should have listened to her dad, y/n, this is all my fault”

he was a mess, you couldn’t bare seeing him like this. it’s been so long since you’d seen him like this

the funeral was rough, peter was grasping onto your shoulder the whole time

he insisted that he was going to stick behind and stay with gwen for a while

“okay, i’ll see you at home...love you”

“love you too”

you gave him a hug and left him to his business, the next few months you were the only spider-person operating in new york...until rhino popped up

“im coming with you”

“you’re sure?”

“yeah, im sure”

(these are kinda ass but anyways im tagging my marvel ppl even tho ik this isnt mcu so just ignore this post if you dont care, sorry!!)

taglist: @alwaysananglophile // @rorybutnotgilmore // @locke-writes // @sweetheartliz07 // @queen-destenie // @natasha-danvers // @allthecreativeonesaretaken // @frostedgiant // @praellee // @emygirl // @lotsoffandomrecs //

[astrodances]

**SLIGHT SPOILERS for “The Fight for Castle McDuck!” ahead!**

Because writing Goldie and Louie texting is so much fun.

*****

Yet Another Secret of Clan McDuck!

Goldie both loves and hates room service.

She loves the anticipation of knowing that a nice, hot meal that she didn’t have to make herself can and will arrive at any minute, ready for her to dig into after a long day of going after her next mark. But at the same time...she hates the actual waiting.

Still, it gives her time to freshen up, relax a bit. Maybe get a movie started on the TV, or text a certain green...nephew.

Only a week ago now, Goldie found out from her sources (while heading down to the Underworld to get a certain fallen wreath) that Louie had been at The Spice-A-Torium in Instanbull the week before that, facing off against Rockerduck himself, with the help of yet another kid to add to the family list (how many did that make now?). Of course, Goldie had texted him right after hearing that to see how he fared (she knew things could get spicy at those dealings), but what she didn’t tell him is that her source had said that Louie had used her as a reference in a couple of side deals, calling her “Aunt Goldie,” and that now, people were identifying him as “O’Gilt’s nephew.”

She really should’ve reminded him not to throw out ties that casually, that people could use it against him, or even her, but...they both have reputations that protect them (and if not, well, they’d be messing with the wrong aunt then). And, if she’s being honest with herself...she likes the way “O’Gilt’s nephew” sounds.

Not that she’s going to tell him that anytime soon.

Goldie sinks into her room’s couch, her phone already out and opened to her texts, and wills her heart to ignore that increasingly-familiar familial warmth bubbling up once again. Scrooge and the kids are staying in Dismal Downs for a couple of days, and it’s bad enough that she’s planning on sneaking into McDuck Manor before they get back not to steal something, but to surprise Scrooge and Louie when they get there.

But that doesn’t mean her heart has to make a big deal out of it.

Goldie: How’s the castle, kid?

It’s getting close to midnight in Scotland, so Goldie won’t be surprised if she doesn’t hear from Louie until tomorrow on the half-chance he’s already asleep. She drops her phone to her side and picks up her water bottle from the end table, taking sip after sip.

After a minute, her phone buzzes with a message, then another, making her smile more than she has any right to.

Sharpie: Cold as ever. And y’know, we found some magical bagpipes, saved them from some bad guys, and had some statues of our ancestors come to life. Typical day. 😝

Sharpie: Also we met our Aunt Matilda.

Goldie smiles again, this time though over Scrooge’s sister. She’s met her exactly twice, both times by circumstance (her past self would never have let her get close enough to Scrooge to willingly want to meet his family), but each time ended up being a riot as Matilda would tease Scrooge for having a girlfriend, thus helping her give him hell (yet another trait of her past self). Looking back between those meetings and the first night she met the triplets, Goldie now knows exactly where the boys get their teasing gene from.

Goldie: I like her. Give her my regards.

Goldie looks up and finally takes stock of what’s on TV. Whatever channel she put it on has delved into a new movie, some comedy from the forties. She can live with it, so she turns her attention to the time on her phone just as a new message comes in.

Any minute now. Food.

But for now, she’s looking at a selfie of Louie with Matilda leaning over his shoulder, waving at the camera. They’re surrounded by bits of concrete and other debris, with their sleeves rolled up and their clothes covered in dust, and Goldie can just make out the back of Scrooge’s broadcloth coat in the background as he lifts something onto a pedestal of some sort.

Sharpie: She’s right here. She says hi!

Goldie grins and nods silently at her phone, happy to see both of them looking well, but surprised at how...awake everyone seems to be in the castle at their hour.

Goldie: Hi Matilda!

Goldie: Also: did a twister take a wrong turn in Glasgow?

Sharpie: Right. The statues? They kinda made a mess of things, so we have to fix them. There was...a lot of fighting here tonight.

She doesn’t press it, not now. She’s about to eat, and everyone there seems to be happy for now. Luckily for her, Louie saves her from having to think of something to say in response.

Sharpie: Wait, oh man, hang on.

Goldie does as told, watching with renewed interest as a few seconds pass before those three little typing bubbles pop up. Briefly, she considers that the statues have come back to life.

After more than a minute of on-again/off-again bubbles, she finds herself getting interested in the movie and drinking her water again. Just as she takes a long sip, a new text chimes in.

Sharpie: Aunt Matilda wants me to ask you, how are things in Goldieburg?

Goldie does a spit take, her water spraying out into the room and all over her phone screen. Whatever brain cells she has left are used to automatically wipe her screen across her sleeve to dry it, because she’s otherwise occupied with her face heating up and Louie’s last word echoing through her head.

Goldieburg???

Matilda’s teasing. It must be her teasing, though...Goldieburg...is definitely a new one. One she can’t even begin to imagine the origins of, though she suspects that Scrooge’s face is probably just as red as hers right now. She also suspects that another fight is starting up, and judging by the fact that Louie was able to send his last text, she’d wager that Matilda is winning.

A knock on her door draws Goldie’s attention away from her phone, but does little to calm the growing turmoil within her. Of course her food would arrive at this moment. She spares a final gawk at her phone before getting up and throwing it to the couch cushions.

It takes all remaining ounces of her self-control for Goldie to ignore the bellboy’s questioning stares at her frenzied appearance as he pushes her room service table into the room, pops open the wine for her, and tells her that she can call the front desk at anytime for them to come get the table when she’s done. She doesn’t know how much she actually tips him, but judging by the wide, bubbly grin that replaces his stare as he rushes out, her mind was far from her wallet when she opened it.

Food. Also far from her mind, for now.

Goldie snatches up her phone as soon as the door is locked again, hoping that there’ll be some explanation waiting for her.

It’s not that she’s embarrassed by the teasing - heaven knows that she’ll be the first to tease Scrooge, for any number of reasons - but this one seems so...personal. So specific. She supposed she should be flattered to affect Scrooge so much that he came up with this, whatever the circumstances. And perhaps that’s it - maybe it’s not the shock of the...uniqueness of “Goldieburg,” but rather it’s that stupid schoolgirl-crush-like warmth creeping through her veins at the idea of Scrooge getting flustered about her around his family, of him telling them about her - however involuntarily or distractedly, it seems - in a way other than a cautionary warning.

That, and Louie knows about it. Somehow, she has the feeling that this is going to be so much worse than him - any of the kids, really - calling her “aunt.”

There are notifications for seven new texts and a photo.

Sharpie: Uncle Scrooge says for you to totally read that last text and to definitely bring it up next time you see him

Sharpie: And that Goldieburg is his favorite place in the whole wide world

Sharpie: and that I should stop texting if I wanna stay in the will

Sharpie: wait what??

Goldie notices a time jump between the last text and the next.

Sharpie: Good news, I’m still in the will, thanks to Aunt Matilda.

A picture follows, of Matilda holding Scrooge back with one arm looped under his shoulder and the other holding him in a headlock. There’s a dead-seriousness in Matilda’s eyes but otherwise she looks like she just won the sibling battle to end all sibling battles. Scrooge, meanwhile, is redder than his coat, missing his hat, and looks ready to break Louie’s phone, even though there’s no way in hell he’s getting out of his current predicament, especially considering that an emu is holding one of his legs in its beak. Still, the photo seems to have been taken from a safe distance away.

(Goldie will have to ask about the emu later, when things aren’t so....chaotic.)

Sharpie: Sooooo...does this make you the mayor of Goldieburg? Or is Scrooge the mayor and you’re the leading citizen? 😂

Sharpie: Oh! Apparently there’s a Goldiesota, too!

Goldie is now very certain that she is on fire, especially with that penultimate text. It seems that she and Scrooge are both definite victims of teasing here now. She buries her head into her free hand and rubs it down her face, pausing to type out the only response she can manage right now.

Goldie: I no longer like Matilda.

Louie’s response is immediate.

Sharpie: Awww

Sharpie: But she likes you! In fact, she says she would *love* to live in Goldieburg.

Sharpie: I would, too! I can just imagine it - cons and schemes widespread, with no laws getting in the way. Infinite gold that holds its value. It’d be paradise!

Sharpie: Though I’m sure Uncle Scrooge has something different in mind.

Sharpie: Wait ew. No. Nevermind.

Sharpie: But you know what I mean.

Sharpie: 💛💛💛💛💛

Goldie rolls her eyes, and takes a deep breath. Suddenly her appetite is back, and the movie seems very captivating. She needs a distraction right now, anything to quell the butterflies. She may be warming up to the idea of family, but right now, she feels like she’s being pulled straight into the heart of the castle across the ocean, and that’s a little too much.

So she throws her phone on silent and wanders over to the room service table, taking a swig of wine straight from the bottle before lifting the tray cover on the center plate to see the juiciest-looking steak one could ever hope for, still steaming.

Culinary bliss.

By the time she finishes eating, Goldie is certain that all of Castle McDuck is asleep, or that they should be. She saw enough debris in those pictures, they’ll need the rest to finish cleaning up tomorrow. So she dares to turn her phone face-up again and take it off silent mode.

Handfuls of texts from multiple people, and several missed calls.

She delves into those from Scrooge first. As much as she doesn’t want to talk to him yet about all this - and she’s sure he feels the same way - if he tried to reach out to her, then she knows he’s going to at least provide the basic facts, without any teasing. An anchor point for her to refer to in her other texts.

Sourdough: Don’t listen to any of them, the hellions! I swear it’s not what you think. Whatever it is you’re thinking.

Sourdough: We can talk this over if you want, dear. Whenever you want.

Sourdough: Or not talk it over. I personally would like to forget Matilda ever opened her big dumb mouth.

Sourdough: Correction. Matilda does “not have a big dumb mouth and tell her that I am the best sister you could ever hope for, or I’ll serve Emu-tilda her breakfast in your hat.”

That text earns a particularly amused snicker from Goldie. She can just imagine the giant bird she saw in the picture earlier staring Scrooge down as he typed that.

Sourdough: Look, can I call you?

Goldie surmises the missed calls from Scrooge happened here.

Sourdough: Never mind. We’ll catch up after this trip. When I’m *not* surrounded by these...troublemakers. Good night, love.

The butterflies have moved from Goldie’s stomach to her heart, and an entirely new anticipation fills her with excitement. If she was a schoolgirl in this situation, she imagines this would be like having to wait over the weekend to talk to her crush on the playground on Monday. Never mind the fact that she’s not even trying to figure out how to get out of this, at least not yet, she realizes belatedly.

There’s one more text from Scrooge, sent after a time jump.

Sourdough: Do NOT believe anything you hear about Clan McScrooge!

Goldie has to stifle a laugh at that, and guesses that she’ll definitely be seeing more of “Clan McScrooge” in her other text messages. But first...

Goldie: Good night, Scroogey. 😘

She’s so tempted to send “Scroogey McScroogey,” but between that and “Goldieburg,” she really shouldn’t tempt fate when they’re all each other has in a boat surrounded by teasing family.

It takes all of five seconds for Scrooge to send back a response, one that’s so simple but enough to tune out the night’s noise for a few moments.

Sourdough: ❤️

She imagines him fumbling to put his phone back on his nightstand next to some big ornate medieval-style bed, his mind already luring him back to a deep sleep. Never mind the whole “Goldieburg” thing, it sounds like he already had an exhausting night between the fighting and the statues and the bagpipes. And the emu.

As she swipes back to see her conversations, Goldie immediately notices an unknown number with a few texts waiting for her. After reading the first one, she makes a contact for it.

Emu-tilda: Goldie! This is Matilda, Scrooge’s favorite sister.

Emu-tilda: Louie gave me your phone number to help make sure you’re okay.

Okay? Goldie pauses, a wave of uninvited guilt washing over her, and she fights every instinct to immediately switch to Louie’s texts. Instead, she wills herself to read through Matilda’s, if at a faster speed.

Emu-tilda: I’m sorry about Goldieburg and all. When I saw that it was you that Louie was talking to, I wanted to get under Scroogey’s skin a bit, so I told the bairns a tale from ages ago.

Emu-tilda: I’m sure Scrooge will fill you in, and if not, I’ll be more than happy to.

Goldie makes a mental note of the offer, and of the ensuing picture of a smiling, somewhat frazzled-looking Matilda with her arm wrapped around her emu, posing for the camera. She’ll respond to her texts later, but for now, she switches to her conversation with Louie, having to scroll back up to where he left off.

Sharpie: An update: Uncle Scrooge got out of the headlock, and is now chasing Aunt Matilda on her emu around the room.

Sharpie: Matilda’s on the emu, that is. Scrooge can’t catch his breath.

Sharpie: Oh! Now they’re in the hallways!

Sharpie: And Scrooge has a sword from the wall.

Sharpie: He’s totally defending your honor.

A blurry picture follows of Scrooge from behind, wielding a sword as he runs after his sister, a scowl clear on the visible side of his face. Goldie saves the photo - she can definitely use this later.

Sharpie: Wait no, now the emu has the sword!

Another picture, this one much more stable, follows again. Indeed, the emu has  somehow gotten ahold of Scrooge’s sword and is now chasing him through some sort of dining hall. Matilda herself even looks surprised and worried as she clutches at the feathers on the bird’s back.

Another keeper for the camera roll, if only for the sheer hilarity of it all.

Sharpie: Ok, Great-Grandma Downy is awesome. She totally just yanked the sword right out of the emu’s mouth while she was still running. Emu’s confined to Matilda’s room for the rest of the night. We’re all having some hot chocolate around a fire.

Sharpie: So, all’s well that end’s well.

There’s another time jump before the last batch of texts.

Sharpie: Right...?

Sharpie: Aunt Goldie?

Sharpie: You’re not mad about all this, are you? We’re all sorry for teasing you and Uncle Scrooge, and I know he didn’t mean anything bad by Goldieburg.

Sharpie: Are you ok?

Judging from the next few texts, Goldie guesses that this is when the missed calls from Louie came in.

Sharpie: I’m guessing you’re busy. At least, I hope so.

Sharpie: Again, it was all just some family teasing. Y’know how it is.

Sharpie: If it makes you feel any better, you can bring up Clan McScrooge the next time you talk to him.

Sharpie: Goldie?

Goldie blinks up from her phone, overwhelmed by the growing panic radiating from the texts and the guilt rekindled in herself. The idea of Louie, let alone anyone in Scrooge’s family, being this worried about her, even if there’s no actual cause for it, makes it hard to swallow and she finds herself quickly reaching for her water, chugging down the last third of it.

Y’know how it is.

She can’t say that she does. Her own family was never this close, never bounced back this easily after fights. They never...cared like this.

Maybe her heart’s right in making a big deal out of this.

After a few deep breaths, Goldie finally answers Louie.

Goldie: I’m ok, Sharpie. Was just eating dinner, had my phone on silent. Didn’t mean to scare you.

She’s very much surprised and totally-not-touched when he immediately texts back. He should definitely be asleep at this point.

Sharpie: Oh good. So, you’re not mad?

Goldie: Mad? No. Curious about the emu? Most definitely.

Sharpie: 😂😂 Understandable.

Goldie: You should be in bed though.

Sharpie: Oh I am! Couldn’t sleep yet though.

Goldie: Uh-huh. Love you too. Now go to sleep.

Sharpie: 🥰😴💛

Goldie: 💚

Not even half an hour ago, Goldie would have sworn off her impending trip to McDuck Manor in the name of not wanting to face Scrooge after the revelation of Goldieburg. But now the trip is back on, and she can’t deny to herself that she’s eager to see the ones she cares about.

That, and pay a visit to Scrooge McScrooge, mayor of Goldieburg.

[tobesensation-9]

Heyyy, could I please request a badboy! Hwiyoung smut and the plot of basically whatever you want it to be?? Sorry that I don't exactly have a plot in mind but I've been craving bad boy Hwi for a while now ☺️

I feel like he tries sooooo hard to radiate this energy! He does when he’s in music videos and photoshoots, but we all know he’s a softy lol.

“I’m Not a Dick, Just Confident” (Hwiyoung x Reader)

Genre: Smut

Synopsis: Bad boy Hwiyoung is a acquaintance of yours in college. He’s a jerk and he knows it but doesn't give a shit. Because even though you call him that, he knows you want him. But unlike you, he’s not afraid to show that he wants you too.

Warnings: Partying with underage drinking and drug usage. Usual college stuff lol (but I don’t condone for those who are under age and/or not responsible ☝🏽.) And and oral sex, female receiving. 

Amongst your friends you were the daredevil at parties. You weren’t afraid to do dares that were wild and crazy when playing truth or dare. You also were the first if not the only one drinking amongst your friends. They knew if you were going out and there was gonna be alcohol, that you were gonna have your fun and not hold back. But after one night when you got a little too emotional after drinking your fifth cup of jungle juice, you pledged to take it easy on your drinking.

“We’re gonna hold you accountable on your pledge y/n.” Says your friend Lindsey as the four of you approach the booming house with college students walking in, out, and loitering around with cups in hand. 

“Yeah I can't keep giving you piggyback rides whenever you get drunk. I'm gonna have a bad back like an old man soon,” says Chanhee as he puts his hand on his back acting as if he's currently in pain. 

“We haven't been to a party all semester. So you can stop acting like your back still hurts.” 

“I’m surprised your back was the only thing that hurt drunk y/n to 10 times as blunt. She’s damaged my pride already when sober. You’re even more brutal then,” Taeyang shudders at the thought of you telling him things that you don't even remember. 

“I would apologise but you know....I was drunk.” 

“Yeah, yeah I know.” 

“Are you guys ready?” Lindsey looks back at the three of you before opening the door. 

“Yes! Let’s go slow-poke,” you push passed her and open the door yourself. 

As you’d hoped, it was the fun chaos you loved. There was dancing, making out, and little circles of people playing stupid little games. You needed a break from all the stresses of college work. This was what you yearned for. 

“Hey guys!” 

You turn to your right and see your upper classman Seokwoo approaching you. In your first semester you had the biggest crush on him and would ask him for help all the time in a Sociology class you had together. You’d been friends with I'm since, your crush eventually dying down as time when by. 

“Hey! Where should we go? What area is the most fun?” 

“Oh just follow me to one of the circles and you'll see for yourself.” 

The four of you follow your upper classman to a circle and your heart immediately picks up its pace. Youngkyun and his best friends Sanghyuk and Youngbin sit with him amongst the circle with other people you've recognised from being around campus. 

“Youngkyun hasn't taken a shot yet and we’ve been playing for a while now, having done every dare.” Your upper class was really smart but he did like to enjoy stuff like this, not participate just watch. 

Seeing him you didn't know what to do. You didn't like him, yet the way his white t-shirt looked so tight on him as you caught yourself starting, made you want to claw his clothes off. 

You’ve only had a few exchanges with him and they weren't good. It consisted of him being a jerk and not being considerate of you either walking and not holding the door or bumping into and you not saying the nicest things to him. But he never said anything to you, he just laughed and called you cute and feisty and that he liked feisty, whatever that meant. 

“Oh feisty’s here?” 

Looking away from his defined you look up to see Youngkyun noticing you and your cute outfit. You came to the party looking hot knowing you’d catch a few peoples eyes, but you didn't think his would be one of them. 

“It’s not feisty, its y/n.” 

“Oh?” He raises his hands up in surrender. “That’s cute, just like you. But I like feisty better thanks.” 

You roll your eyes and say something else before Chanhee moves up and speaks, “Let us join you guys if you don’t mind.” 

“If feisty is your friend, then sure,” Youngkyun smirks at you and sits back down on the couch he had been sitting on. 

“You guys wanna play spin the bottle now? Since we have more people,” Sanghyuk grabs an empty vodka bottle and places it on the ground.

“We play it like truth or dare too. Just who ever spins it has to ask the person it lands on, and oh, no truths, unless its a juicy question,” Youngbin looks at you guys to see if you have any questions. His red hair is similar to the burning feeling his look gives. 

“Yeah, we get it” Chanhee turns to the rest of us to make sure we’re on board. Lindsay and Taeyang nod in agreement and now all of them are looking at you. “Y/n, are you okay with this? I’m surprised you didn't already say yes,” Taeyang looks at you in concern. 

Your friends were always down to have some stupid fun, but they always made sure that everyone was comfortable doing so. You glance over at Youngkyun who already had his eyes on you his smirk fading as he sees you making up your mind, before looking back to your friends. “Okay cool. But if that guy does or says any shit out of line, I’m fighting.” 

Lindsay scoffs, “Y/n stop acting like you have the hots for him, you wanna fuck him all three of us know it. And he’s not hiding the fact that he wants you too. Maybe you could some if you play?” “Lindsay shut up, and no I-I don’t.” You move to sit down closer to them, with the three of them moving closer to you, Lindsay whispers in your ear as Youngkyun perks up at you guys finally ready to play. “You wanna fuck him, it’s okay we already know. You dont have to deny it.” 

You start the game off safe with Chanhee doing most of the work, asking people juicy truths that make them flustered. Chanhee knows a lot about the talk of the school, so it was only natural. You aren't involved in the game at all until Chanhee spins the bottle again and it lands on Youngkyun. He looks up from looking at the bottle and smirks at Chanhee. “What juicy question do have for me? Don’t go easy on me. I can take it.” Chanhee tries to suffice a smile and looks at you, then to Lindsay and Taeyang. “Sorry I have to know y/n. I’m curious.”

 “What are you-” “Out of all people here, who would be the one sleep with more than once? We all know you've slept with everyone here, so who’d you screw twice?” He smiles then gradually starts to laugh out loud. “Oh, I see why people like you. Chanhee isn't it?” “Yeah. Now who would it be?” He looks down at his shoes then back up at Chanhee. “I actually haven't slept with everyone here. But there is someone I wouldn't mind constantly sleeping with..” he trails off and he turns to you. Your friends turn to each other bursting into laughter.

 Some other girls playing along look at you and disgust. Some of his fangirls you assumed. The games then continues, you feeling nervous yet excited at the same time. The bottle never landed on you, nor did anyone choose you for a dare. Which was odd because people always did. You thought the other people stirred clear because of Youngkyun’s response to Chanhee. Youngkyun spins the bottle super fast, having everyone looking and waiting in anticipation. The bottle then stops in-between you and Lindsay. Right when it stops Lindsay pulls you closer to her so that bottle is pointed directly at you. 

“Let me go!” “You’ll thank me later,” she whispers before letting you go. “Now everyone would've gone now” Sanghyuk looks down at the bottle then at you and smirks. The way Youngkyun is looking at you, you can tell he wants to eat you alive, and does nothing else but turn you on. “15 minutes in heaven ‘Feisty’?” Before you could answer he gets and grabs your hand and takes you up to a bedroom. 

All of your friends “Oooooo” as you walk away. Lindsay mimics a phone with her hands, signaling you to call her when you’re done. In an empty bedroom you assume is his you pulls you in. You hadn't noticed but Rowoon had followed you two, you assumed to close the door. Before he does he winks at you, “Let me know when your done, you still have my number. Have fun.” He then closes and locks the door. 

“Timer is set!” you hear him yell and hear his voice fade away. “You look scared “Feisty’” you turn to the hot guy behind you sitting on the bed. “I’m not, just surprised.” “You know I've been praying the bottle landed on you all night?” “Ah..really?” You continue to stand near the door, fidgeting your hands. “You don’t have to be so nervous,” he says as he looks at your hands. 

“I-I’m not.” You pul your hands behind your back. He gets off the bed and slowly walks toward you. “I noticed the way you looked at me when you first arrived. You want me and I want you too, but I won't do anything unless you say so ‘Feisty’”. He's standing a foot away from you now, you didn’t realise it but you were up against the door now. You’ve fantasised doing any and everything with him, but now that he was yours to have, you were too nervous to even saying anything.“You want me right y/n?” Hearing the sound of your name coming from him made you weak. 

Before you even noticed you were nodding and were wrapping your arms around his neck, kissing him hungrily. Caught off guard himself he looks down at you, eyes wide before coming back to reality and putting his hands on your waist. The more the two of you kiss, the more caressing and moans are made. 

At one point he reaches his to squeeze your ass. The mewls a moan out of you and he moans back in return. You didn't know but just like you, he’s been thinking of doing anything and everything to you too. 

Soon he walks the two of you back to the bed. Once your on the bed you start to practically claw off his leather jacket. “Your so eager baby.” “I thought I was ‘Feisty?’” Help me take this shit off.”

He doesn't say anything else and does what you say, the two of you stripping each other in a heated rush. Once the two of you are naked he lays you back and delves into you heat. The flicking of his tongue and the gentle sucking of his lips on your clit were making you moan him a melody.  

“That feel good?” 

“Ahh yeah. Just like that.” 

He keeps up the same steady rhythm and you come close to cumming. “Youngkyun, wait, I don’t wanna cum yet.” 

He stills and lifts his head. “We don't you cumming just yet. I wanna feel you around me first.” 

He moves to the bedside table and opens the one draw it has to pull out a condom. He stops and hesitates when he moves back on the bed. “You me to fuck you right?” 

You look up a him in confusion. “I wouldn't have charged at you like that if I didn't want you fuck me.” 

He looks up and smirks, but something about him wasn't right. 

“I bet you don’t do this to other girls, asking them multiple times if they’re sure about this.”

“You’re right. I don’t.” 

“Then what's the problem?” 

He looks up at you and looks like he’s about to say something else when the two of you hear a knock on the door. 

“Shit. I forgot we were playing 15 minutes in heaven,” he says as he hands you your clothes to hurry and dress yourself. He throws back on his white t-shirt and blue jeans before opening the door a bit to not show you getting dressed. 

“You guys okay in there?” 

You hear Chanhee peeping in. “Yeah I know everyone forgot about you guys. They seemed have gotten bored once you left,” You hear Taeyang ask. 

“No we’re good. Perfect.” 

“Why aren't you opening the door?” You hear Lindsay question as she pushes passed Youngkyun and sees you just finishing up straightening your clothes. 

“We’re fine guys. Youngkyun told you the truth.”

“Did we interrupt something?” Chanhee looks at you smirking. 

“What do you think. You guys knew the two of us screw around already why are you asking that?” 

You’ve gotten a little annoyed at your friends tonight, but Chanhee was the reason you ended up getting the best of your life. 

“I think we should enjoy the rest of the party. We’ll join you guys in a sec,” Youngkyun says to your friends a looks back at you. Your three friends give you a thumbs up before leaving the room. 

“What did you want to talk about?” 

“I think for the first time ever, I’m hesitant in fucking someone.” 

“Whoo hoo that's great. You want like a cookie or something?”

He snickers at your sarcastic remark. “I’m saying that I dont want to. Because trust me,” he motions to his boner prominent through his jeans, “I do. I just want to enjoy the party with you more.”

“Okay.” He smiles at you and you smile back. “I will admit, I always thought you were kinda of a dick.” 

“I’m not a dick ‘Feisty’, just confident. There’s a difference.” 

[patchworkstateofmind]

Returning A Favor | A Marvel AU Fanfic, Chapter 2

Sooooo, this is Chapter 2, I know that this one will not be very neccessary for the storyline, but I hope it will make it easier to understand things on the long run. So I hope you enjoy it and lets get to reading!

Of course youre very welcom to leave me a message if you want to help my better my writing skills or want me to continue this story

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Title of Chapter: The Maze and Underground

Word Count: 1,7k Words

Other Chapters: Ch.1, Ch. 2

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You make your way down the dim lit corridor. Every sound is blocked out, only the electric sizzle of the lights above you and your footsteps on the cobblestone below you. About 50 feet in down the hallway is a stone wall. You stop right in front of it and look to your right.

The tube lights hanging from the top of the tunnel flicker when you press your fingertip to a little control panel beside you. The wall emits a dark rumble and there’s and electric tension hanging in the air, as the façade of the stonewall changes into a metal one. The control panel beeps, and you reach out for the door that appeared in the middle of the wall.

Behind it the ruin like look of the tunnel outside is completely thrown overboard. Dark Marble tiles are arranged on the walls, only the ceiling is dressed in a dark obsidian, occasional lamps are set into the stone. Hallways spread out from the corridor in front of you like tree branches, you remember that when you first went through them a few years ago, you got lost. The hallways are a labyrinth itself, trying to confuse and misdirect everyone who is setting a foot in it.

You take the 21st aisle on the right down the corridor and walk down to the passage. The aisles are crooked, sometimes they coil like swirls and your favourite part, there are doors that lead to hidden aisles. The doors that actually lead to rooms can be counted on six hands and one of these rooms is yours.

The door is unlocked, it’s not really necessary to lock them, you know that no one would actually dare to walk around the maze itself but even if it was so, there is nothing in your room that is worth locking in. Yet you lock the door behind you. The walls are empty and cold, just like the outside. The room is dark, the only light illuminating the room coming from the devices that are stacked in the corner of the room. You press the light switch on the wall beside you and look around the room.

Its not big, not at all. About 170 square feet, but its enough to fit a bed, a small desk and a closet. On the left side of the room there’s a small recess, separated through a curtain, behind it there’s a sink a toilette. Showering is only possible on the overground levels of the building. You take the hair tie out of your hair and let it fall onto your shoulder. You sigh. This has not been the best day of your life you must admit. After you had left the gala you had made your way back to the headquarters.

The headquarters are actually a company. A gigantic Corporation of businessmen and women sitting in a large penthouse building in New York. And deep beneath the ground, accessible through a hidden elevator lies the headquarters. Well, about 3 miles away. The elevator leads to a hidden tunnel, connected to an underground hall, almost as big as an airplane hangar, separated on three different floors, each one as big as the other.

The Maze itself is in the Corporation headquarters in New York, one level higher than the tunnel to the Hangar. The Maze is the level for the rooms of the hidden people working for the Company, including You. People who are responsible for the things that should be hidden from the eyes of other people and too important to be out of sight.

So, when you had come there after the gala you were already expected. You exited the expensive Limousine, one of the many company cars, this one especially reserved for driving you wherever you want to go. “Y/N, I see you are back early, I assume you didn’t have time to actually complete your mission and speak to governor Kollan?”, deprecating words welcomed you back. “Mr. Racher”, you greeted back and couldn’t helped it but in matter of your outfit you offered a little bow. “Why are you here so early, what happened to your mission?” You gathered the layers of your skirt and walked past him.

He followed you up the stone steps in front of the building, catching up and opening one of the glass doors. You two go straight through the lobby, ignoring the Receptionists. Though they shed a simple “Welcome back, Mr” and they focused their gaze back on their Screens.

The security guards didn’t even spare a look to your outfit, of course not, everyone had spoken off the gala already weeks before the actual event. The Company is renowned for their extravagant Events.

You and Mr. Racher walked down the hallways of the Building, occasionally turning left or right, you kept silent. It is better to keep such talk from getting into the wrong ears. Finally, you arrived at a conference room. Mr. Racher pushed the doors open and walked in, you caught the door before it swung back into your face and entered behind him. It’s the same room you had been in when they put you into the dress.

“So Ms. Y/N, I remember you to be responsible for keeping an eye out for Governor Kollan.”, he crossed his arms and leaned onto a table. Mr Racher is a greying man, possibly over 50 but you can’t really tell, he has always the same expression on his face. The same face since you first had met him. He’s wearing a suit, a velvety dark green suit, though he now pulled off his jacket and rolled up his sleeves.

The door opened again, and three people walk in. Each one dressed in dark green clothes too, a simple pair of jeans and sweatshirts, matching masks cover their faces. They didn’t talk, but you recognized them from earlier in the day, they were the ones who stuck you into this dress. They silently circled around you and picked at your hair, jewellery and nig nags of your outfit, one of them settled themselves behind you and tugged at the cords of your corset. The third one picked at the seams on the side of you skirt, trying to get it off your body.

“I was indeed”, you said but took a moment to lift your arms over your head to make it easier, as the masked still pushed and pulled at your body. “But I was interrupted. The Avengers, they were there”. “Of course, they were, we invited them. Tony Stark is Leader of Stark enterprises, its only reasonable to send out invitations, even if we would rather see him off dead.”

You stepped out of the skirt that now pooled around your feet, just after that the petticoat underneath, leaving you only in your panties. “Not Stark, I know about him, he wasn’t there, he sent his little minion. I mean Captain America, he wanted to talk to me.” “Really? I didn’t see that coming, I’m sure the president would really like to hear about that. What did he want?”, although his words implied his interested, Mr Racher didn’t raise his voice, kept it monotone as always. You took a deep breath; they finally peeled the corset off your body. You didn’t mind standing half naked in the middle of the room, you’ve had to give up the privilege of intimacy years ago. “He wanted information about Hydra, I guess they’re still onto them.”

The Masked left the room, taken the dress and accessories with them. They left an outfit for you, simple, black. They never put you in the colours of the company. You pulled the tank top over your head and the simple yoga pants up. Slipping in the fleece jacket you tied your hair up in a ponytail, took a seat on the conference table and pulled on the socks and slippers they had also left. “As for the president, you don’t need to care about that Mr Racher.

I have a meeting with the president tomorrow morning, I will discuss the details of the evening with her personally. This is not your business anymore. I wish you a good night”, with that you swung yourself off the table and left the room. You took the next elevator to the basement level and swipe your card through the control panel. From there on you can only go deeper with a key card. On level 02 you stepped out and changed into the other elevator right next to it, down to the tunnel leading to the maze and off to your room.

Now you are sitting on your bed, the firm mattress beneath you. In your hand you hold a small mirror and with a wet wipe you try to wipe away the remains of the makeup you couldn’t get away in the bathroom. You had changed into a short pair of sweatpants and a simple bralette.

Surrender, you think and throw the wipe into the bucket on the other side of the room and place the mirror on the floor. You had killed the light and the room was dimly lit by the little lamp on your bedside table. Taken the cell phone off the table you check the new message you had received about two minutes ago. `Y/N, I expect you to deliver an in-depth report of the evening and your conversation with Mr Rogers. You will receive a new training schedule tomorrow morning and I expect you to prove a spotless attendance. – President Monroe.´

You throw the cell phone back on the beside table and take a glass out of the sideboard on the wall and pull the curtain to the side. You fill the glass with cold water. Well, there Is no warm water in the rooms. You open the medicine cabinet over the sink and take out the little box of pills. You take one, each morning, each night. You don’t exactly know what they are for, but you also don’t question the company anymore.

Back to your bed. You put out the light and pull your covers up to your chest. You let out a deep breath and close your eyes.

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[thewritingstar]

Back to those summer days

Pairing: Gruvia 

look its not angst (totally) see i can do fluff...kinda. well enjoy anyways. 

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“So you’re leaving me?” Lyon said with an eye roll. “Lets just calm down before you do anything stupid.” 

He stood and walked towards Juvia, arms open ready to hug her. And normally it would work. She would blow off their arguments and his hurtful words and just run back to him like always. 

But not anymore. 

Anger took control as she took a step back, a clear sign of disinterest. 

“No Lyon, Juvia is done with you.” She spoke firmly. Her arms folded in front of her chest as she put her foot down. “Juvia won’t tolerate your behavior.” 

The white haired man let out a obnoxious laugh. “Behavior? What am I a child? Juvia you got your head all mixed up so lets just go to bed and forget about this.” He tried to reach for her again but she swatted his hand down. 

“Juvia said no.” Her chin tilted up as she stared into his eyes. “Juvia doesn’t love you anymore.” 

It was his turn to step back. His eyes raked over her and then widened. “Whats his name.” 

“What?” She asked. 

“What. Is. His. Name.” He demanded. 

Picking up her purse, she turned to the door. “It doesn’t matter whether there is another person or not. What matters is that we are done, so don’t accuse Juvia of something that never happened. You might not be the best person but Juvia would never sink that low, she has enough dignity to walk away without the lust of another person.” Her head snapped towards him and she scowled. “Unlike you.” 

Before Lyon could react she was already slamming to door shut to their now un-shared apartment and got into her car. There she let the tears fall and her body shook her core. She couldn’t believe she did that. She couldn’t believe she had the strength to get out of a terrible relationship before things got worse. 

She wouldn’t have if it wasn’t for him though. Taking out her phone she opened the text message from her old friend, the one she fell in love with years ago. 

They had gone to elementary, middle and high school together and she remembers how she used to fawn and chase after him in those time. Before they started college in the fall, summer belonged to them. 

She recalls all the blissful moments they shared on their dates. It was a romantic summer fling that movies and book could only dream of capturing. And she can remember the heartbreak of them departing to their separate places. The phone call after the airport drop off and the amount of tears shed as she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold him in her arms for a few years. 

The was a pain of knowing that he could easily forget about her and move on. fall in the arms of another girl and be happier than they would be together. She tried to move on but every time she closed her eyes, she was transported back to the lake side when he said “i love you.” for the first time. 

It hurt when their phone calls and texts died off and how during her darkest moments she couldn't call him. So when she started dating Lyon, it felt wrong. She tried to make the best of it and at first he was sweet but then she stopped caring about her treatment because if she couldn’t have the man who respected her and treated her like a goddess, there was no point. 

But then one night after a massive fight between them, she didn’t know what to do. She was all alone in Levy’s apartment where she was staying the night and clicked his contact by mistake. Her tears were clear through the phone and by the time she finished her speech, he was coasting her through her sobs. 

“Im so sorry Juv. I wish I was there.” 

“You do?” She sniffled and hugged her knees tighter. 

“Well yeah, you didn’t think I would just forget about you like that?” 

And she felt horrible. She cried harder as she realized that the man she loved was still hers after all this time, that in one word they could be together once more. Her cries became joyful as he said he was coming back home for the summer time and she knew what she had to do. 

As the months passed she found herself growing further and further apart from Lyon and when she found out about him cheating, it was almost numbing and freeing at the same time. 

So her she sat, free of Lyon and tears in her eyes. 

She looked down at her phone and sent a text before speeding off towards her destination. Her heart was beating faster than a drum and her palms began to sweat. She ignored every text and call from her ex-boyfriend and refused to go back to him. She knew her worth and it was time for the old confident Juvia to stand again. 

she parked the car quickly and barely locked it as she raced onto the beach. Stopping in her tracks she saw him. His back towards her as he looked out to the ocean. The sea was special to them. 

Without missing a beat she raced towards him and he spun around just in time to catch her in his arms. Her eyes shined bright as she caught a glimpse of him. 

He looked just as before but with hair that needed a cut and arms that showed his daily gym routine. 

“Hi.” Her smile couldn’t be contained as her eyes never left his. 

“Hi” He repeated. 

The stood holding each other for what seemed like an eternity. The waves crashed slowly behind them as she took this moment to brush her fingers on his cheek. 

“Juvia missed you.” She whispered. She wasn’t sure if things were actually gonna pick up from the summer and she hoped that it wouldn’t end just as quick. 

He smiled before brushing their noses together. “I missed you more.” He said before kissing her. 

It was like fireworks. She hadn’t felt this warmth in what felt like eons as his hand pulled her closer. Her arms went around his neck and deepened their kiss further. This felt right. This felt like home and it felt like freedom and happiness. 

Their kiss finished but their hands never moved. He wiped the tears pricking the corner of her eyes and took her hand before walking down to the shore. 

“I’m moving back home.” He stated and her head snapped to his. 

“What? But Juvia thought-”

“Ehh the school wasn’t for me. I felt lonely and the program wasn’t even that great. Plus.” He leaned towards her. “I couldn’t take not being near you when ever I pleased.”

She giggled as he kissed her hand and spun her around before grabbing her waist and pulling her close. “Hearing you cry that night on the phone made me realize just how unhappy I was. No matter how bright the sun shined, there was this cloud hanging over me and i knew that you were the only one to clear my sky.” 

“Hmm college made you a poet Gray-sama.” She hummed before pecking his lips. “But Juvia feels the same way. Now lets go get food!”

He laughed before following her to her car. She tossed him the keys and drove off towards their favorite restaurant. The window blew through the windows and through her blue locks. The music played as he rested his free hand on her thigh and told her all about how awful his roommate was and what it was like there. 

It took her back to when they had their first date. The beach, then dinner at Cana’s Diner. It felt right to be back in that mind frame. 

“So tell me about this boyfriend?” He said over the music and she let out a pout. 

“no Gray-sama is gonna make fun of Juvia.”

“I promise I won’t.” 

“Fine!’ She said before whispering the name. 

“LYON? No wonder you weren’t happy. I may have been friends with him but there is no way in hell he could have treated you better than me.” 

“You have a point.” 

They parked the car and before getting out, Gray asked another question. “Was the sex good?”

“Gray!”

“I’m kidding!” He laughed. 

She ignored him and shot him a glare before taking his arm and walking inside.

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Hope you liked it!! 

I also wrote this in ten minutes sooooo.  

[alwaysaslutforbakugang]

Hey so I love the baku squad reacting to their curvy s/o. I was wondering if you could do them trying to reassure their flat, twig like s/o who is very self-conscious. Thank you!!!!

Summary: Bakuboys reassuring their skinny S/O who is also self conscious.

Warning: Lotta fluff. tiny bit of blood in the last one (sorry!), and lazy writing (again, sorry)

Word Count: 4493

Pairings: Bakusquad boys x reader

Author’s note: Thank you so much for being my first request! This makes me sooooo happy that you like my work, and I hope that I can keep making more work that you’ll enjoy. Also sorry for the lazy writing at the end, I started getting tired ( ಠ◡ಠ ) But yea, I hope you enjoy xoxo

Bakugou:

You always knew you weren’t all that gifted in the curve department, even when you started developing you didn’t really see much change. It was infuriating seeing all your peers grow and transform into well figured women while you still had the body of a twelve year old. You’d be lying if you said it wasn’t a huge insecurity of yours.

But regardless of your body, you have found yourself in a loving relationship. With UA’s very own Bakugou Katsuki even. Despite what people thought of him, he was really sweet, he loved cuddling and holding hands. He was also very chivalrous, holding doors open for you and pushing your seat in. He made you feel good, feel wanted, beautiful even. It was all going great.

That is, until she showed up… Uraraka Ochako

Uraraka was a sweet girl, never too loud or too rude. Always smiling, always so motivating. She knew you and Bakugou were a thing, she’s too nice to try and ruin that… . right?

It had started when they started working out, sparring every other day and weights every Tuesdays. You would call to hang out and have a little movie date night in his dorm only for him to decline because he was in the gym, with her.

They would study together. They would be holed up in the school’s library for hours on end. Then when he would come back he would tell you that he was tired and that you guys can hang out later. 

Later never came.

What did come, though, was an assortment of insecurities. She was so happy and giggly, you weren’t. She’s strong and lifted weights, your quirk was more of a defense so you didn’t really have to be all that strong. And she was shaped to the gods, while you…well, you weren’t.

So here you stand, staring at your underwear clad body in the mirror. Your eyes are puffy and red, swollen from the tears that had fallen only mere moments ago. Your eyes scan your body in hate.‘This wouldn’t have happened if you looked better.’ You smooth your hands over your hips and feel bone, you cringe. You cup your breast and are disappointed at how they barely fill your hands. ‘What did he ever see in me?” You silently cry, staring back into your reflection.‘I hate you, I Hate You, I Fucking Ha-”

Knock Knock Knock.

Panicked, you clear the cry from your throat before shouting who is it, and turn mortified when Bakugou rudely responds back. “It’s me shithead. Hurry up, I got shit in my hands.” You rush to toss on pajamas and wipe your face before hurrying to the door. You open and find Bakugou with blankets draped over his shoulders. Pillows, snacks and those face masks you knew he liked to use held tightly in his arms. He had been dressed in his pajamas too. He pushes pass you and drops everything onto your bed. When you give him a confused look, he averts his gaze to anything but your face, scratching at his ear. “I know we ain’t been able to hang much this month, so I thought a little home date or some shit would make up for it.” When he looks back at you, he hadn’t expect you to begin crying.

Then you told him, you told him everything. You told him about how much you’ve missed him, about how much your body bothered you, about how much you envied Uraraka for her body and his attention for her. The more you spoke the more pissed Bakugou seem to get. When you finished, you sniffle as he pulls you close into his chest. What he says next catches you off guard.

“Fuck Uraraka! She doesn’t come close to you,” He lifts your chin so that your looking into those red eyes. “I don’t give a shit about you having curves or not, you’re the most beautifulest person I have ever fucking met. Skinny or curvy, I would still love you the damn same. Do you fucking understand me? Now sit the fuck down so we can watch this stupid ass movie.”

The night is spent with you in Bakugou’s lap, cuddled up under blankets while he presses kisses to your temple and give you quiet compliments. 

Sero:

You and Sero have been dating for a year now, and you both seem to be really happy together. His smile becomes a lot more wider when your around, and you laugh 10x more when he’s with you. You thought that the two of you were just meant for each other, you both had so much in common. You both were funny, you both were social people, and you both were, well, skinny.

People knew you both to be a couple and found it rather funny that you both had ended up dating another skinny person. Your friends, finding it hilarious, have taken upon themselves to name you guys the Skinny Squad. It had been funny at first, you laughing along with your friends at one point but the more they used it the more it seemed to feed your insecurity. But you kept it to yourself, because Sero didn’t seem to mind the name. 

But as your insecurity seemed to flourish, you started noticing things. Like how people stare at your body in disapproval, or how people whisper when you enter a room, or seeing how close Sero and Mina really are. Mina was a great person, a bit eccentric but otherwise bubbly and lovable ‘I’m not like that.’

 Sero also seemed to notice, they were best friends after all. Close best friends. So close that she’ll occasionally hang off of him when they hug, or he’ll side with her when the group has a dispute. Her body was able to put yours to shame too. She didn’t have much breast, but everything from the waist down was blessed. It would get to you whenever you would see them hang out. You couldn’t stop yourself from thinking that maybe…

maybe he liked Mina better?

Its been about a week and a half since you started avoiding Sero. Whenever he would try to sit with you in class, you would move. If he saw you in the halls, you would go in the opposite direction. When he would call your phone, you would ignore it. And when he would knock on your door, you simply would not answer and remain as quiet as possible. You loved Sero, with your whole heart, but you needed space to think over your feelings toward yourself. Besides he deserved better than a girlfriend who might not even love herself. 

The following week had been just like the previous, quiet and filled with self loathing. Lunch was no better, you used to sit with Sero and the gang but you couldn’t bring yourself to sit with them. Not today, not right now. As you make your way to your seat, you pass a look over your shoulder in Sero’s direction. You lock eyes. He was looking at you, the entire time he’s been looking at you. You see him physically perk up, and assumes he takes the eye contact as a sign as rises from his seat. The panic in you jolts and you decide to leave. As you turn on your heel, you smack into the back of the person in front of you.  

The panic only intensifies when the icy blue eyes of Monoma turn to glare at you. You begin apologizing, trying to scrape the soba noodles off of his blazer, only for him to move from you hand.

“Really, you small minded 1-A dolts need to watch where you’re going.” He swipes at his blazer, but the soba has already stained. He turns his stare at you and you shrink under that stoic look.“How about you go and do something useful, like, I don’t know, lift some weights. Heavens knows you need the extra muscle Scrawny.” He shoves you out the way forcing you to stumble into the wall. You watch as he steps off, but he didn’t get that far.

Monoma had hit the ground, face first. People around you had gathered, whispering amongst themselves and pointing at you, as if you done the assault. ‘Wait, who did do it?’

Wrapped around his ankle, the thick strip of tape had unraveled and snapped back into the elbow of Sero Hanta himself. His smile was dropped and in its place was a menacing grimace. His eyes were trained on Monoma’s fallen figure. He momentarily tosses you a reassuring glace before stepping towards your assailant.

“Apologize, Monoma. Now.” The demand behind it was frightening and made you shiver. Monoma had picked himself up off the floor and began his verbal assault on Sero. Unfortunately, it didn’t remain verbal. 

Sero, along with Monoma (and the Bakusquad who had jumped in), had been suspended for four days for using their quirks unauthorized in the dining hall. You felt bad, you never wanted this to go this far, and all because you couldn’t get over the fact that you didn’t like yourself. You practiced your apology as you made your way to his room, a tin of cookies tucked under your arm as a bonus apology gift. When you make it to his door, you freeze.

‘What if he doesn’t want to see me? What if he hates me after I’ve been ignoring him? What if-’ Your thoughts are cut short when he opens the door, he stands over you easily and you find it to be all too intimidating all of sudden.

“Hey.” His voice sounds surprised and you can see that he is trying his best to remain ‘cool’. He’s just as excited to see you as you are to see him. You allow yourself to exhale a laugh through your nose before nudging him into his room.

“Hi.”

You had spent the time talking, catching up on the weeks you had been avoiding him, all while devouring cookies. When he asks for the reason why, you hesitate but ultimately spill everything to him. When you finish you find that he is smiling and holding back laughter. He apologizes in between chuckles

“‘m sorry, it’s just, Mina’s gay, Baby.” Your face makes him laugh again and when it dies down, he pulls you close and rests his chin on your head.

“I love you. But I understand where you’re coming from. It gets really hard thinking you’ll still want to be with someone as skinny as me when there’s plenty of muscular guys like Kirishima and Bakugou around. But if it means anything to you, I think you look phenomenal the way you are. So…?” He holds his open hand towards you. “Skinny Squad?”

You smile, the name no longer leaving you feeling less of yourself as you slide your palm into his own.

“Yea, Skinny Squad.”

Kaminari:

There comes a time in every relationship when both participants in said relationship must meet the other’s parents. When you had met Kaminari’s parents they were very sweet and openly welcoming with you. You also found it hilariously funny how Kaminari was a perfect copy of his mother. Bright yellow eyes, electric blonde hair, and creamy colored skin. Hell, they both even had an electric quirk. Whenever you would bring it up, he would always groan but he’ll joke about it with you. It was nice knowing that they liked you, it made everything a little bit more relaxing. However, Kaminari has yet to meet your parents.

 You weren’t embarrassed of your parents, far from it. Your mom was a normal stay at home wife while your dad was an accountant. You loved them both dearly, it’s just…

Your parents were shaped as if they were made by Donatello himself. Your father, despite his accounting job, was in peak shape with his muscular body and agility. Your mother was the opposite of you; her breasts large and round, her hips full and wide. She was gorgeous, and that’s made you nervous for Denki to meet her. Maybe he’ll start to wonder why you don’t look like your mom.

 Whenever Kamnari would ask about meeting your folks, you would always try to avoid the question or change the subject entirely. The questions didn’t end in UA either. Whenever you would visit home on the weekends, your parents would damn near drown you in questions about the boy who stole their daughter’s heart. It was starting to get a little stressful.

One day, Kaminari had randomly decided that some fresh air would do you both some good so you pack a lunch and make your way to the neighborhood park. He had remained quiet through the walk over, occasionally tossing looks over his shoulders. When you caught onto his suspicious behavior you demanded he come clean. After a bit of hesitance, he admits to texting your mom through your phone and setting up a little meetup. 

You could hear your heartbeat in your ears on the account on how quiet things had gotten. When you voice that you want to leave he politely declines.

“Love, they’re your parents. What, you think I’m gonna flirt with your mom or something”

‘Yes.’ 

You try again to persuade him but to no avail, he won’t budge. You can feel a panic attack building in your chest.

‘He’s going to figure it out. He’s gonna leave you because you don’t look like her. All because you aren’t pretty like her. Because you aren’t he-’

“(Y/N)! Oh my gosh, is this the Kaminari we heard so much about?”

You spend the time in the park silently sulking as your parents and boyfriend shoot the breeze. Occasionally you would look up to find Kaminari watching your mom talk, she was always so animated when she would go on one of her tangents. The envy you held for your own mother made you feel sick. It wasn’t right, but it was ever present and growing. You wished you were built like her, to have her thighs and hips, to be blessed with her bust. But alas, you weren’t. Her and her pear shaped curves lean closer into her husband and you grimace at how lovingly your father accepts her affection. 

You hadn’t noticed that you had tuned out the conversation entirely till the word handsome falls from your mother’s lips. Your head whips in Kaminari’s direction and the budding blush on his cheeks twist your heart.

“Thank you (Y/L//N)-san,” He scratches his head, averting his eyes in embarrassment from the woman. “That means a lot coming from someone so pretty.” 

That did it. You knew this would happen. Abruptly you stand, catching everyone’s attention. Your family speak their concerns while Kaminari gently grabs a hold of your hand. “You alright there, Love?”

You slide your hand from his grasp and start your walk to the dorms, telling your parents you’ll text them later before leaving. When you are out of sight, you break into a run.

‘You’ll never be like her. He thinks she’s gorgeous, you’ll never match her looks, you fucking stick.’

The thoughts got more self deprecating till you reach the door of your dorm. Once inside you let the tears flow freely, throwing your body onto your bed gracelessly. But you didn’t care, you wanted to sleep it off, wanted to forget. 

When you woke, the neon red from your clock read 3:23am. You rise with a groan, the throbbing in your head pulsing hard behind your eyes. Your throat is scratchy and dry and you could bet money that if you looked in the mirror you would see swollen eyes. You stand to go use the bathroom when your phone chimes, brightly lighting up your room. You pick it up and squint enough through the light to read Denki’s name along with the 14 missed calls and 23 missed texts. The last one your phone receives is him begging you to pick up. 

You feel a twinge in your chest, he didn’t deserve this, to be ignored when he didn’t know what he did. The springs in your bed squeak under your weight as you sit, phone in hand with your thumb hovering over the call button. 

Another hour passes when you finally will yourself to press it, you feel your breath catch in your throat when the tone dial sounds. Why were you so nervous? When you hear a tired ‘Hello?’ from his end, you choke out a silent ‘hi’ before feeling the hot tears spill over again. Now fully awake, Kaminari demands you tell him where you are. After choking out that you were in your dorm, Kaminari makes it over in little time. You open the door to him heavy breathing.

Had he ran?

Before you could ask, his arms swallow you up, slamming you into his chest hard. He tells you how worried he was and how worried your parents were as he stroked your hair. You allow his hug to hold you up as you breath in his scent deeply. He walks you over to the bed and lifts you into his lap. You try not to grimace at how easy it was for him to lift you. He places his hand on your face, tracing a thumb across your cheek as he looks you in the eyes. 

He tells you how he had to reassure your parents that you were okay and just needed some time, and that he had gone looking for you thinking that you might’ve ran off somewhere. Upon hearing this you let out a sniffle, but he quickly quiets you with a kiss. You feel guilty so you tell him of your insecurities. He quietly listens as you go into your history of envying your mother for her body, and when your done he presses another kiss to your lips.

“Love, your mom is pretty, but your fucking gorgeous. Like, how could you think I would flirt with my girl’s mom, that’s so weird,” He laughs, but continues. “You’re all I want y’know. You don’t have to be like your mom for me to love you, you’re so perfect. So amazing.” 

Kirishima:

To date someone like Kirishima, people would think that you work out just as much as the red head, spending countless hours in the gym pumping iron and getting muscle. 

How wrong those people are.

You weren’t in the Hero Course but in the Support Department, making utilities and fixing up the hero kids gadgets. That’s how you and Kirishima met, because he broke his mask and needed a replacement. When you gave it back to him, you told him that if he broke it again you would break his legs. Not even a week later he came back to you begging you to make another.

He stuck around you as you build things and romance seemed to bloom. He liked you for your assertiveness and bluntness while you found him motivating and inspiring. You both were happy.

So why were you in the gym, on a treadmill, essentially not happy? Well, you had noticed that since your boyfriend was apart of a successful rescue mission last week, Kirishima had been getting a lot of attention.

 A lot of female attention.

 It bugged you to no end, girls coming up to him with confession letters, some even bold enough to do it while you were with him. Although it did bother you, you couldn’t help but notice Kirishima liking the attention. He would blush before politely turning the poor girl down, or try to be nice by saying things like If only I didn’t have a girlfriend to try and soften his rejection. You soon found yourself wanting to keep his attention, and the best way for that? 

Get a Banging Body™

Now you had never really dealt with your body insecurities You were a lot skinnier than the girls hitting on your boyfriend, a lot flatter in some areas too. You would usually throw yourself into your work whenever you were feeling inadequate, and you worked a lot. However, you knew that being cooped up in a classroom wasn’t gonna stop those girls from talking to him. So you would be willing to thicken up, for him.

So now you tiredly ran on the treadmill, your legs feel numb and jelly-like all at once. You were going to call it quits when the gym door open and in walks your muscular boyfriend. Followed by a throng of gaggling girls. A fire lights in your belly as you see one girl grab Kirishima’s towel from around his neck and playfully drape it onto her shoulders. 

Fortunately, all flirting with YOUR boyfriend ceases when his eyes sparkle upon seeing you. He pushes his way through the shield of girls to take up the treadmill next to yours. He begins flawlessly, skipping the walking bit in the beginning to break out into a full on sprint. He smiles your way. “Since when did you start working out Babe? We could’ve done it together.”

His sharp tooth smile makes you wanna smile back, but you hold up your tired glare for the x chromosome wielding hussies watching the two of you run. You watch as he picks up the pace, having not broken a sweat yet.

 You would be colored impressed if you weren’t colored green with envy as one of his groupies hops onto the machine next to him, matching his speed easily. You watched her breasts bounce with each stride, her thick thighs jiggle in little waves while her hips seem to sway even in a run. She was gorgeous and she was eyeing Kirishima. 

You silently prayed that he hadn’t noticed her, hadn’t seen her plentiful body. But alas, as you glance up at him you notice his eyes innocently once her over. You felt betrayed, angry and hurt all at once, so much so that you hadn’t noticed that you stopped running and in turn had been thrown off of the treadmill. You hit the floor and bundle into yourself.

‘Fuck…’

You try to ignore the snickering coming from his entourage rise and sit on your knees. You battle the tears to stay in your eyes when you see Kirishima offer his hand, concern on his face. Instead you smack it away as you train your harsh eyes his way. You stand full and swallow back the embarrassment.

“Fuck you Eijirou.”

You storm out and fume angrily all the way back towards your dorm. ‘This is all his fault.’

You sat on your floor, screws and trinkets littering your carpet. You couldn’t shake the insecurity in your chest so you thought that making something would help. It usually did and you would even forget about what you were so insecure about. But today it seemed to not be working as you screwed with undiluted anger. ‘It’s his fault that I feel this way. His fault that I don’t like it. I was fucking fine before he showed up.’

The more angrier you seemed to get, the more forcibly you would screw. You felt the tears burn at the corner of your eyes, but you try your best to ignore it. When the bolt physically can’t screw anymore you hold it tightly enough to make your knuckles turn white.

‘I hate you so fucking much! I hate you.’

You looked up just in time to see the tears fall from your eyes in your mirror. You silently watch as they slide down your face and drop of your chin.

“I hate you.”

Your voice is quiet as you talk to your reflection.

“I hate you.”

Your a little louder now and standing, walking threatening to your mirror.

“I fucking hate you!”

Your anger bubbles and soon you erupts. The gadget in your hand slams into the glass, and as expected, it shatters. You shook with anger as the tears spilled, you felt weak and numb. It wasn’t until a knock on your door drew your attention that you even noticed the gaping gashes on your hand. You thank the adrenaline as you rush off to your bathroom, yelling for the person outside your door to come in.

“(Y/N)? Are you okay?” The voice is quiet but no doubt Kirishima’s. The panic in you triples as you remember the blood and broken glass on your floor. You run the hot water over your wounds and hold back a pained squeal.

“Y-yea, I’m okay!” You lie as you try to reach for the first aid under your sink. “Just a little mechanical mishap.”

The box tumbles out with a loud thud and you hope he didn’t hear it. Unfortunately, he does, and tries to open the bathroom door only for it to jiggle, indicating that it’s locked. When he calls for you, you can hear the panic in his voice and a throb of guilt sits in your abdomen.

 You yell to him that you’ll only be a second as you messily wrap your hand. When he can tell that you aren’t going to open up soon, he takes it upon himself to use his quirk and ram the door open. 

The scene before him is a bad one. You on the floor, red faced, puffy eyed and bloodied up. 

He’s is quick to aid you, questioning you all while wrapping your hand properly. You tell him the truth about your hand and mirror, but when he asks why you were mad to begin with, you become quiet. He is practically begging you to tell him, and even though you think he deserves the silent treatment, to understand that you were, in fact, angry with him, he came all this way to check on you and had even grown concerned for you when seeing your bloodied carpet and broken mirror.

 He was a good guy, and at least deserved an explanation. So you gave him one.  You told him about how you felt about your body, about how you didn’t feel as pretty as the girls that followed him around, and about him eyeing the girl at the gym. You had finished around the same time he had finished wrapping your hand, so you both sat in silence. He looks into your eyes, never anywhere else, as he begins to speak.

“Babe, I’m so sorry. I didn’t realize I was making you fee l that way.” He pulls you closer and you allow it, cuddle into his body on your bathroom floor. “I don’t even pay attention to those girls. They don’t compare to you. You’re so amazing, and beautiful.”

When you ask why he was ogling that girl in the gym, he gives you a little smile.

“She had on Red Riot merch Babe. She was just showing me, I promise. I would never ever look at another girl the way I look at you. You’re so gorgeous (Y/N), no matter what.”

That night, you both clean the mess you left, all while he tells you how beautiful you are to him, curves or not. And when he leaves, you hop online to search for that Red Riot sports bra and leggings that had him so excited.

[our-smooty]

Flowerbeds and Fertile Soil: Chapter 3

Fandom: Good Omens

Rating: Explicit

Relationships: Aziraphale/Crowley (Good Omens, )Anathema Device/Newton Pulsifer

Tags:  Kidfic, Mpreg kind of, they can choose to present however so idk, Crowley Has A Vulva (Good Omens), Crowley Has A Penis (Good Omens), Aziraphale Has A Penis (Good Omens), Aziraphale Has A Vulva (Good Omens), OCs Galor, parenting, using your snake form to avoid confrontation, Hurt/Comfort, Angst with a Happy Ending, Pregnancy, if I missed a tag lemme know

Summary: They could do anything, go anywhere, all without the worry of Above or Bellow making a fuss. Even so, they mostly kept to their little patch of Eden, their cottage and garden and the simple life they’d carved out among the locals. Aziraphale opened a book shop in town, where he only occasionally sold any books (and the ones he did sell, were all modern and stocked specifically for that purpose). Crowley focused his attentions on the garden, and if he occasionally helped their elderly neighbour with her disobedient willow tree, then that was a secret no one needed to know. Lately, however, they had both been feeling rather restless, unbeknownst to each other. Aziraphale tried reorganizing his store, changing the way he tied his bowtie and even ate pizza –something he considered to be far too messy for him personally. Crowley had branched out into birdwatching, and then car maintenance (the human way), and even reading. Nothing scratched the itch for either of them.

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Crowley spent the two days drinking, thinking, and wallowing, in that order. First, he got rip-roaring drunk, then kept going past that into a maudlin type of drunkenness. That led to the thinking, which had been much harder than normal, but also much more honest.

The sun was just coming up over the horizon and he watched as all of London was bathed in warm light. He was scared. He could admit that to himself easily, especially when he was so drunk. What he was scared of was a little more complicated, and Crowley had been thinking on it for the better part of three hours. Because on the one hand, he was worried about Heaven and Hell and the safety of any hypothetical little ones. He really was. But on the other hand, he’d said something during their fight that he hadn’t realized he’d been worried about.

Demon spawn were A Thing, and they were generally terrible. Sometimes a demon decided to have some fun on the mortal level and demons weren’t known for being the most careful of beings. Best case scenario was something that was essentially a demon, but mortal. Worst case whatever came out was some sort of writhing mass of demonic energy and hatred. Would that happen to any of his offspring too? Or would the angelic influences cancel it out? But the Nephilim had been somewhat monstrous too, so was it a lost cause from both ends?

And that was where the thinking transitioned into wallowing. Because he was also drunk enough to admit that he really, really wanted to give in to Aziraphale’s badgering, hang the consequences. They’d at least have some time before having to face what they’d done. Who knew how long demon-angel hybrid babies took to form, or gestate or whatever (Crowley only knew as much as he did from his time working on a London pediatrics ward. He was supposed to have been sowing the seeds of evil in the new generation, but he ended up delivering and caring for more newborns than anything else). 

But the guilt would be too much. He couldn’t bring a child into this world knowing it was doomed to be some sort of horror that never fit in. He’d love them, of course, whatever they were or would become but to imagine the difficulty of growing up in a world that would detest them... Well, at least Crowley had been fully formed and matured when it had happened to him. 

He ran out of scotch on the balcony by noon of the first day. But he wasn’t done sulking so he moved back inside and on to the brandy. Brandy was the perfect spirit to drink while tormenting his plants, though there were only a few left in the flat. They were his favourite, and he kept them here to avoid the angel over-indulging and spoiling them. 

“Yooooou lot,” he slurred, brandishing his spray bottle in one hand and the brandy in the other. “You don’t argue with me! Y-y-you’re all jus’ plants!”

A hydrangea, who had long exceeded it’s expected lifespan by several years and was one of the most verdant plants in Crowley’s collection, leaned towards him sympathetically. Most of these plants had been with him for years and had grown a kind of fondness for their tyrannical, but caring master. Crowley spared the hydrangea a glance over, inspecting it for blemishes. He found none. 

“Yoooou’re not compli--complicated, you’re not good or-or-or-or evil. You’re jus’ plants!” The while lily near the door shuddered, knowing things were really bad if the demon was repeating himself. Crowley never liked to repeat himself. 

“If you wanna have b-b-babies you can jus’ drop seeds!” His voice cracked at the end so he wet his parched mouth with some more brandy. “I like sssseeds, such ma-marv-maver--nice little thingss.” Four letter words, good Lord he was sloshed. Dropping the spray bottle and picking up the watering can Crowley deftly overwatered a nearby ivy. Luckily the ivy knew better than to wilt. 

“Like little things, like babiesss, an’ kids. Not sooooo much t-teenagerss but they’ve got ssspirit!” All the plants were leaning in now. Some of them opened up a few extra blooms, offering comfort in the way only plants knew how. “Alwaysss thought I’d make a shit p-parent though, an’ look how Warlock turned out…”

“Could be different, though, raisin’ one and not t-trying to make it, you know, not the Antichrissst.” Indeed he hadn’t been so much raising Warlock as he had been coaching him. And if he and Aziraphale were to do it together properly this time who knows what could happen? “Still can’t though. Angel n’a demon, probably be smited for even trying. Smote? Sssmitten?”

He pondered that for a while, letting the last few glugs of water drip out of his watering can and onto the floor. It was a lost cause though because all he could think about was tiny angel babies with their soft, fluffy hair and little grabby hands. “D’you think they’d look like him? I hope they do.” Crowley was idly swaying back and forth, lost in his daydream. “Hope they have his nose an’ eyess at least, mine are terrible. But m’wings are nicer so…” 

“I don’t wanna be sscared,” he said quietly to his favourite rose bush. “I want to--I want to give Azirahale what he wants. I want what he wantsss, and if I gave in we could both have it but I’m ssscared!”

The argument last night had left Crowley unable to sleep, but he was getting tired now. Maybe he should use his last day and a half--he checked his fancy watch; day and a quarter--to sleep this off. Tossing the spray bottle somewhere towards the wall--it would be back in its place the next time he went to use it--and heading towards his bedroom, Crowley realized he hadn’t yet texted Aziraphale like he’d promised. No matter, his phone was on the bedside table anyway. He could let the angel know he’d be back tomorrow, and they could make up. Nevermind how that was going to happen, since they both still had opposing views on the matter.

The first time he had come to stay at the flat after he and Aziraphale had a tiff, the angel had blown up his phone with calls and texts. Crowley had done the same the first time Aziraphale locked himself away in his study and refused to come out. They had since come to an understanding and formed a system of brief check-ins and hard time limits to ease each other's anxiety. They stuck to the rules, and it seemed to be a good way of letting off some steam and ending arguments, as long as they talked about it afterward. 

This time, Crowley had been a little lax in his following of their rules. It had already been nearly an entire day of no-contact and Aziraphale had been sending worried messages for at least six hours. To his credit there were only a few voicemails, which Crowley would listen to later, and not the deluge there had been that first time. They were all standard fare, Aziraphale calling in the morning after Crowley left, then calling back around lunch. The angel was doing a good job of keeping the worry out of his voice, but Crowley could tell it was there. 

Immediately Crowley sent off a text assuring Aziraphale he was fine and had lost track of time, complete with heart emojis, then fell into bed. As drunk as he was it didn’t take very long for him to drift off, even though he forgot to change into anything comfortable or get under the covers. 

Crowley walked into their cottage in time for tea the next day carrying a selection of cake slices. He didn’t really have anything to apologize for, but coming back empty-handed felt wrong. Plus the cakes might distract from the hangover Crowley had. He’d meant to fix himself up before bed, but hadn’t and now his head ached too bad to focus on any demonic miracles.

“I’m home!” he called out into the foyer, toeing off his shoes and kicking them haphazardly out of the doorway. The house smelled like old books and tea, which was better than burning food. The second time Crowley had taken some time to himself Aziraphale had decided to take up baking to soothe his nerves. It hadn’t gone well. “I brought cake!”

Aziraphale came around from his study and stood in the doorway, hovering. “Welcome home dear. Did I hear you say cake?”

This was the routine when Crowley returned. Whether in the right or wrong he’d come back bearing treats and Aziraphale would flitter about like he didn’t know if he should stay or go. Eventually, they’d both sit down and talk about what happened, which had twice led to Crowley storming back out and more often led to lovely make-up sex. He wasn’t sure what to expect this time, given the thing they were arguing about. There wasn’t much to talk about, either Aziraphale dropped it, or he didn’t. Crowley didn’t want to think about what would happen if Aziraphale didn’t drop it.

“Yeah, picked some up on my way over from that little bakery where they mill their own flour. Figured it was pretentious enough that you’d like it,” Crowley teased, none too eager to get to the heart of their issues. What if he and Aziraphale couldn’t move past this? What if this was the thing that ended them, not their former sides, or the Apocolypse, or their opposing natures? Crowley wasn’t sure he could survive without the angel in his life, but he also wasn’t sure he could concede on this particular issue. He also wasn’t sure if he could stick to his guns for too much longer, given what he’d realized last night. 

“Oh hush you. Take it into the kitchen I’ll be there in just a tick.” Crowley nodded and went through, surreptitiously glancing around their home. Aziraphale was prone to fussing with the layout of things when he was left to his own devices, just like he had at the bookshop. There he’d been able to justify it as a tactic to confuse customers and discourage book purchases. In the cottage, however, it was obvious he did it from anxiety. Everything looked to be in order though, so Crowley continued on and set the cakes down on the table. With a snap of his fingers, the slices were laid out on plates and the kettle was boiling for tea. 

“Early Grey or Twinings?” he called over his shoulder towards where Aziraphale’s office was. He could hear the angel moving about back there and assumed he was cleaning up whatever he had been using to preoccupy himself with while Crowley was away. 

“Twinings please, dearest,” Aziraphale answered, his voice muffled. Must be messing with his book storage, Crowley thought, pouring each of them a cup with shakey hands. He really wished he’d spent less time drinking and sleeping yesterday, and more time actually thinking about what he was going to say to Aziraphale. All he’d figured out was that they had to worry about a lot more than just Heaven and Hell’s reaction and that if Aziraphale kept asking, he might not be strong enough to refuse. 

“Tea’s ready,” he mumbled, taking his own and perching on the edge of a dining chair. Of course, Aziraphale still heard him and walked quickly into the room looking more than a little flustered. With an excited wiggle he took a seat and began to fawn over the cakes. “Take whichever you want, I’m not hungry.”

“Are you sure dear? That dark chocolate mouse cake looks right up your ally,” Aziraphale pointed out, digging into his strawberry shortcake. He was right, Crowley had bought that slice of cake specifically for himself. It would have been not too sweet and everything he liked in a desert, but the worry about what needed to be said had ruined his appetite. 

“Yeah, go ahead.” Aziraphale glanced down to his slice, then set his silverware down regretfully. “I said go ahead angel, I don’t mind.”

Aziraphale leaned forward a little, his hands disappearing under the table. Crowley knew from experience they would find their way under his thighs, crushed tight against the chair’s wood in an effort to keep them from flitting all over. Another habit from Aziraphale’s time with Heaven, where any stimming had been harshly discouraged. “No, I think we have a lot to talk about. And I want to apologize. Again.”

Crowley remained silent, knowing that Aziraphale had probably prepared what he wanted to say. As usual he was correct. 

“I was wrong to keep asking you about… it when you told me not to. I was being selfish, and not thinking about how you felt and terribly rude. And then you came back after I was so horrible and you came back with cake!” Aziraphale’s voice was getting louder and more high pitched as he went. It was obvious he was getting upset with himself but Crowley knew that interrupting him right now would only make things worse. “I got excited, and then I was pushy and I hurt you, dearest. I’m so sorry. I-I know I can be a little, well, tone-deaf but you said I was making you upset so explicitly and I just ignored you! How could I do that to you? Oh Crowley I don’t deserve your forgiveness.”

Aziraphale had begun rocking back and forth a tiny amount, quick little movements that he probably didn’t even notice he was making. “You’re right, of course. It’s so very dangerous, and I wasn’t thinking about it when you obviously had. I want to make it up to you, Crowley, if I even can.”

It hadn’t been what Crowley was expecting, given how persistent Aziraphale could be, and it was honestly a little disappointing. He may have been secretly hoping that the angel would be able to convince him, or had maybe thought of something Crowley had missed that would give them the go-ahead. But this was OK too, this meant they wouldn’t have to fight anymore and he wouldn’t have to keep thinking about it and they could move on. 

“Oh uh, yeah. Apology accepted angel. I’m sorry I stormed out.” Crowley was always quick to forgive Aziraphale, it was like it was impossible for him to stay angry at the angel. Though the way Aziraphale’s disrespect of his boundaries still stung, Crowley didn’t want to hold a grudge and make things worse, so he wouldn’t. 

“Thank you, dear.” Aziraphale stopped rocking but kept his hands firmly under his legs. Usually, this was the point where they hugged and made up, but his angel was still sitting, slightly tense. “Was your time away helpful?”

Crowley shrugged noncommittally. Aziraphale didn’t ask what he did when he was he spent time away after a fight, and he was immediately suspicious. “Sure, checked on the plants, slept for a while. The usual.” He left out the drinking. Over the last 5 years or so Aziraphale had grown concerned with the amount Crowley drank, even if he was an immortal being incapable of experiencing withdrawal. He had cut back, but times like the other night were another story. 

“Good, good.” The silence was back, and heavier. “And I assume that, from this point on, you do not wish to discuss that issue again?” The tentative nature of Aziraphale’s vice made it hard to hear if he was disappointed, or just being himself. Crowley cleared his throat. 

“That's probably for the best yeah.” But oh he wanted, wanted, wanted. It was killing him to deny them this thing that any old human could have easily. They could have anything else in the world, with their powers, but not this. 

“Alright, you won’t hear me speak another word about it. If you ever want to--well I’ll follow you lead dearest.” And Now Aziraphale was leaning over, one of his hands taking Crowley’s and squeezing. It was extremely warm from being tucked under his legs, but the demon still felt cold. “Now, if you’d like, I think you should try that ca--”

They were interrupted by an insistent knock on the front door. It was very rare for them to have guests and even rarer that they should drop by unexpectedly. The only other time anyone arrived was for deliveries, and even those were few and far between. 

“Oh, I wonder who that could be!” Aziraphale seemed all too eager to have something else to focus on, and to be honest Crowley was as well. He rose from the table, cakes and tea forgotten, and bustled to the door. Crowley stayed in the kitchen, trying to collect the unspooled pieces of himself. It was over, they had Talked, and now they could move on and everything would be just fine! Crowley repeated that over and over in his head, trying to drown out the wanting; just fine. He was so focused on not wanting that he almost missed Aziraphale’s sharp “oh dear!”. Almost, but not quite.

“Everything alright angel?” He was on his feet and sauntering into the foyer. Sometimes a particularly brave canvasser for some local church or scam organization would show up and Crowley had to scare them off. Often Aziraphale was too polite to do so himself, especially if they didn’t take to his subtle hints. Only once had the angel gotten stern with someone, and that had been when they tried to good old ‘foot in the door’ technique. In that instance, Crowley had had to save the canvasser form Aziraphale. 

That wasn’t what he found when he waltzed through the doorway. Standing there was Gabriel and Beezelbub in all their Heavenly and Hellish glory. They wore the same expression, of annoyance mixed with a large dash of disgust. “Oh shit.”

[captainrogers-ass]

The Pizza Boy

Summary: Y/N is sick of studying and so decides to treat herself to a pizza. However the pizza boy that delivers it must have fallen from the heavens.

Word Count: 1530

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

A/N: So this is my first fan fic for this account. All criticism is welcomed. Hope you enjoy! xxx

Y/N had been staring at the same sentence for over an hour, the words refusing to budge from the page and implant themselves into her memory. The sun, now having retreated back under the horizon, meant that the only light illuminating her room was the harsh glow of her computer screen.

Rubbing her eyes with vigour, she let a sigh escape from her lips as she dragged herself away from her desk, her bones cracking in protest. A surprisingly loud growl escaped from her stomach, reminding Y/N that the only thing she had eaten that day was the coffee and bagel she had quickly stuffed down her throat as she ran, late to class for the third time that week.

Walking over to her light switch she quickly flicked it on, not remembering when the sun had gone down or when it had gotten so dark. The last time she had checked, the sun’s presence had been unmistakably present as its heat beat down relentlessly over the campus. The AC had been broken in her room for weeks now, even after complaining to the maintenance man many times. This, therefore led to Y/N sitting in her room in nothing but her extremely short pyjama bottoms and a torn old band t-shirt.

As another viscous growl emitted from her stomach, Y/N relented and decided to order a pizza, too lazy to go out and get anything. Her fingers quickly flicked over the pizza app on her phone, placing the order in only a matter of minutes.

As she waited for her pizza to arrive she grabbed her laptop from her desk and relocated to her bed, closing all her tabs that were study related and opening a new one to watch some Netflix. She browsed for a while, scrolling through the endless options that were before her. TV show or movie? Romance or Comedy? It was hard to decide. With too many options she decided to just rewatch an episode of Brooklyn-99 even though she had seen every episode about 400 times.

A knock came from her door notifying her that her pizza had finally arrived. With a burst of excitement she jumped from her bed and ran to the door, yanking the door open before inhaling the sweet aroma of the delicious meal before her. Her eyes locked with the pizza box as soon as she opened the door before slowing trailing up to the figure that was holding it. Her eyes halted at the very attractive figure in front of her; blue eyes, a chiselled face, blond hair, a charming smile. Her heart swooned in her chest.

“Hi, I have a pizza for Y/N,” he spoke, his voice sultry yet kind.

After a few more moments Y/N realised that she had probably been standing motionless at her doorway for slightly too long. Coming out of her trance she retreated back into her dorm as she searched for her purse.

“Yes, that’s me, sorry,” she stated, located her purse and pulling out the money she owed him.

Her eyes trailed to the name badge pinned to his chest that read STEVE in bold letters.

“Steve, that’s a nice name,” she blurted out, furrowing her eyebrows as she looked away from him.

“What the fuck was that?” she said to herself under her breath, silently cursing herself for being the most awkward person on the planet.

He chuckled at her remark, a deep and hearty laugh that had Y/N swooning all over again.

“Thanks, I guess, and it looks like you have pretty good taste in TV shows,” he replied, pointing to her open computer screen where Brooklyn-99 was paused.

“Oh, thanks,” Y/N replied, beaming back at him.

The conversation came to a halt as they both stood on their respective sides of the doorway, Y/N now holding her pizza and Steve awkwardly rubbing the back of his head.

“Well I should probably go.”

“Don’t let me keep you,” Y/N responded as he gave her one last smile. He lingered for a few extra seconds before finally turning to leave.

He got a few metres down the hallway before Y/N called after him, “I’m Y/N by the way!”

Steve turned back to her, the smile still lighting up his face, “That’s a nice name!”

“And you just let him leave?” Natasha asked, scolding her room mate as Y/N burrowed her head further into her pillow.

“What was I supposed to do, hold him down until he agreed to go out with me?” Y/N responded, her voice slightly muffled by the pillow she was speaking into.

“Well I mean,”

“I’m not pinning him down Nat!”

“I’m kidding!” Natasha quipped back, laughing slightly at her love stricken room mate. “Ok-ok-ok, so this guy who you say was probably crafted by Gods-“

“He was so attractive Nat, no joke I think he’s a fallen angel or something, like I think it’s illegal for someone to be that attractive.” “Ok so Mr Fallen Angel - let me finish - works at the pizza shop, correct?”

Y/N grunted back in agreement.

“Sooooo, in conclusion, just order another pizza tonight,” Natasha said, laying down on her own bed.

“No, cause I don’t want to seem needy,” Y/N said leaning up on her forearms to look at her roommate who was very obviously rolling her eyes.

“You’re impossible.”

The conversation came to a halt as Natasha left to go visit her boyfriend, Bruce, leaving Y/N alone to get back to her much needed studying. It was much later on in the night when Y/N was brought out of her studying reverie by a knock on the door.

“I swear to god Nat if you forget your key one more time I’m going to let you sleep outsi-” Y/N’s rambling came to a halt as she opened the door to find none other than Mr Fallen Angel holding two pizza boxes in his hand.

“Hi,” he said, a smile spreading across his face, “I have a pizza for Y/N.”

“I-I didn’t order a pizza,” Y/N responded confusion spreading across her face.

“Oh,” Steve said in reply, his eyebrows furrowing in confusion, “I was sure it was this address.”

The previous conversation Y/N had had with Natasha popped into her head, realisation spreading across her face.

“Oh wait…I think I know what happened here. Gimme one sec,” Y/N said, retreating back into her room to find her phone. She quickly dialled Nat’s number, waiting for her friend to answer. After a few rings, Natasha’s voice trailed out from the phone.

“Hello best friend who could never hate me,” she said, Y/N able to tell that a massive smile was spread across her face on the other side of the line.

“You bitch!” Y/N hissed, “You ordered the pizza!”

“It’s for your own good. You’ll also noticed I ordered two and I won’t be back in the dorm tonight so I guess you’ll just have to find someone else to share them with,” Natasha chuckled to herself.

“I’m never going to forgive you for this. And you can pay me back as well!”

“Sorry, the lines cutting out, I can’t hear you,” Natasha replied before a collection of fake static noises filled the phone before the line was cut.

“Bitch,” Y/N said, walking back to Steve who was awkwardly still standing at the door, unsure of what to do. At the sight of you returning his face lit back up into his gorgeous smile.

“I’m so sorry about that. It turns out my roommate ordered them.” The confusion that had been spread across Steve’s face now subsided before being replaced with an understanding nod.

“Oh ok, well if you don’t want them I can just take them back.”

“No-no, it’s ok, I’ll take them,” she said, handing the money to Steve before taking the pizzas from him.

Steve remained by the door, averting Y/N’s gaze as he rubbed the back of his head. His mouth opened several times, clearly wanting to say something.

“Are you ok Steve?” Y/N asked.

“Yeah-yeah, I’m fine.” A few more seconds of silence ensued, “I was just wondering if - and you don’t have to say yes, of course - but I was just wondering you’d be interested in getting dinner sometime?” His gaze was fixated on the floor, meaning that he missed the enormous grin that spread across Y/N’s cheeks.

“I would love to.” Steve’s gaze shot up from the floor to meet Y/N’s, his grin now matching hers.

“Perfect, I’ll-I’ll message you on FaceBook.” He remained awkwardly at the door, unsure of what to say.

With a deep breath, Y/N spoke up, “You wouldn’t - you wouldn’t want to help me finish these pizza’s? I can’t exactly eat two by myself. We could watch Brooklyn-99 if you want.”

Steve glanced down at his watch, “My shift ended five minutes ago so I would love to.”

Y/N invited him in, both of their smiles mirroring each others.

[fromheroestodust]

Dying Healing Sun

Summary: Would it be easier to love or just simply disappear?

Pairing: Harrison Osterfield x Reader

Warnings: Suicidal thoughts, attempted suicide, mentions of death, mentions of cheating, language, angst (there are triggers in here so please don’t read this if it will affect you negatively)

Word Count: 1642

A/N: This is for the lovely @valar--m0rghulis ‘s writing challenge! Prompt: I Need You.  This is probably the most angsty thing I’ve written, also im in an idiot and I don’t know how to add the read more button sooooo sorry

 You step out onto the roof of an apartment building, the crisp night air turning to wind as it picks up your hair and you slowly walk towards the edge. Everything inside of you screams but you’re numb, raging storms hidden in a cloud. The pitch black sky seems to betray your heart, withering and blackening with each passing moment. But you don’t worry, for it is all going to be over soon.

Just as you reach the two foot wall and climb on top, looking down onto the street twenty five stories away and hold a metal pole supporting a light, the door swings open before slamming into the wall it was on, quick and heavy footsteps heard behind you but you don’t turn around.

“Y/n,” Harrisons voice calls out as he stands a distance behind you. “Step away from the ledge.”

“Why?” You question in an almost inaudible whisper as you turn around on the narrow wall.

“It’s not worth it.” He answers, hand reaching out for you as he takes a ginger step forwards, eyebrows raised to emphasize his words.“You can still work everything out.”

“No I can’t.” You croak, tears brimming in your eyes as you shake your head. “Nothing is okay.”

“Y/n, none of those things are worth your life.”

“My dad is dead, so are my two friends, i had to leave everything behind when I moved from New York to here, and the fucking frosting on this cake is I… I cheated on you and now we’re not together anymore. Nothing is going for me in this fucking excuse for a life that I have so I might as well end it.”

“None of those things are reasons to kill yourself.” Harrison counters. “How horrible do you think it would make your dad, Ashley, and Kate feel if they figured out you died because of them?”

“They can’t care because they’re dead.” You state, eyes giving off an eerie gaze that matched your dead and glazed over eyes, causing the blonde to shiver.

“Then how horrible do you think it would make me feel if you killed yourself because we ended things?” He asks, his own tears falling onto his cheeks as he pulls out as many words as he can to stop you. “Y/n, I need you.”

You take a fraction of a step closer to the edge, your hair flying up and tickling your cheeks, teasing your sense and daring them to finally fall over the edge of insanity. “I don’t need myself. I’m nothing without any of those things and they’re all gone. Everything is gone including us.”

“Killing yourself is not going to get rid of all the sadness. It's only going to pass it on to others and I can tell you the second your feet leave this roof you’ll regret everything. Just, please. Please just come here and we can work everything out. I don’t care that you did what you did, I still love you. Y/n, I love you so much I can’t live knowing I could be the reason you died.”

His words manage to squeeze their way into a crack in the solid cement block that you called your mind, spreading a warmth to the icy black interior. What if you just step backwards instead of forwards; into Harrison’s arms and not deaths. Your mind runs a million miles an hour as your eyes dart from the ground where people gather then to Harrison’s pleading eyes and back.

“Are you just saying that because i’m about to jump off a building?” You ask, slightly giving into his words as your mind debates its own life.

“No. I would repeat everything I said day after day if it just meant you don’t do this. Please don’t jump.” He answers quickly, another microscopic step in your direction, his outstretched hand now only a foot from your teeter-tottering body and debating mind.

You turn your head back towards the ant like people on the ground, red white and blue flashing lights and news vans sitting amongst them. As if on cue with your thoughts, police flood onto the roof gazing wide eyed upon the scene in front of them. You felt like a show. Like everything that you’re doing right at this moment is just for pure entertainment and nobody is going to care about the outcome. You’re just a puppet on the strings of all the horrible things that happened to you. Harrison, or death? You feel like you’re on a gameshow waiting to decide on your suitor, a heart with someone you love, or finally end your suffering and fall in with the cold darkness but seemingly sweet relief of dying. One was bright but the light was dimming, while the other was dark and getting darker. You know that if you choose Harrison, you’ll have to fix your mental state and be the focus of the media for at least a few weeks, and if you choose the ground you’ll be released from the restraints of your struggling mind and just get away from the world once and for all.

Finally, after seemingly hours, you make your decision taking a large, shaky breath. You close your eyes, take a step, and fall.

You’re immediately wrapped in warmth as Harrison holds you flush against himself, repeating the words “I love you” over and over again all whilst peppering your face and head in chaste kisses. Multiple officers pull you both closer to the center of the roof  but refrain from separating your embrace as they lead you back to the road, you walking and not flying through the air.

As you step outside you’re immediately flocked by media and pedestrians all yelling confused words and trying to gain your attention. Your mind somehow goes more haywire as the officers push them away and you push yourself into Harrison, him immediately holding you tighter against him and blocking you from the view of as many people and cameras as he can as you get to a car.

“Where do you want to go?” Harrison asks after he climbs into the driver's seat, hand tightly clamped on yours in his lap.

“Home.” You mumble, pulling your combined hands towards yourself before laying your head on his arm on the armrest in the middle of you both as Harrison smiles slightly, whispering a quiet okay before putting the car into drive.

“I’m so sorry.” You whimper, a tear falling onto his palm as the car gently jumps up and down with the bumps on the road, his heart breaking even more as he hears the cracks in your voice and feels the warm tears pooling in his palm.

“You’ve absolutely no reason to apologize.” He says sternly. “You were just overwhelmed. But you need to promise me something.” You give a sign you’re listening with silence, letting him know he can continue. “If things ever get bad, especially that bad, you need to talk to me.”

“I promise.” You say quietly before letting your eyes shut allowing you to fall into sleeps hands, your mind graciously going blank and temporarily letting go of the anxiety and overwhelming sadness that made its cold home in your body.

-

You open your eyes slowly, finding your arms pulling something close to your own body that sits in a tight ball. Your head turns to look towards the windows that had the blinds drawn back letting the rising sun shine in through the pane as you slowly straighten out your limbs, fresh air blowing in gently from the open window. Your attention goes to the person in front of you that held you tight as if he let go you’d float away. Harrison. His curls cover his eyes and his forehead, lips parted slightly to allow him to breathe through his mouth that lay mere inches away from yours. He partially wakes up to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck and to readjust his arms around your waist before settling down again, the top half of his body laying on top of yours. You feel the gentleness of his breath on the side of your neck, shivers running down your spine. Your hands go up behind his back to play with the locks of hair on his neck as you gaze over his head and to the sunlight lighting up dust in its way, his chest rising and falling against yours.

You feel as if the sun was a perfect representation for you. It goes away and goes dark for a while, slowly sinking away from view and its lights dimming. But, it always rises again to its strong state. Right now, it is slowly rising and spreading light and warmth, slowly gaining back strength. Healing. You and the sun can heal together, shed your experiences of your darkest state and make a come back; not let yourself get beaten by your past.

With Harrison finally with you again, you have someone to support you; you’re not entirely alone and you can pull through. You can pull through the murk trying to desperately pull you down, blocking your view of the sun and surface into the warmth and the light of day and happiness.

“It’s okay.” Harrison mumbles a few times obviously dreaming before placing a small, feathery kiss to your skin sending waves of warmth through your body for the first time in nearly a year. You can only imagine how the media is blowing up over you and probably you and Harrison, but you don’t think about it. Instead, you focus on the feeling of Harrison laying with you - well technically on you - and the beating of both of your hearts telling you you are alive. You are alive and you will keep fighting.

@valar--m0rghulis

[nyruratchet]

Notes 4 - The Morning After

“People. People who need people are the luckiest people in the world.”

There are pills for straight couples to avoid pregnancy after a few moments of bliss, there are pills to help people stay safe from contracting HIV, there are pills to recorrect the chemical imbalance for people struggling with mental issues; there are pills for EVERYTHING, but no one has derived a magical pill to fix the pain one feels when forced to wake up the morning after valentine’s day alone.

Actually, this problem doesn’t just exist on Valentine’s day. But, seeing as how I’m perpetually single, I can attest to the fact that this day is the most painful (all other holidays come second). Just yesterday, someone asked a question, “yall fall in love with niggas y’all meet on apps??”

My response: Honestly, what are the other options? This is a legitimate question...

Him: Go meet someone in real life...apps aren’t real life! You don’t know that nigga til u see him. In real life, u see everything you as over and over on the app.

Me: You do (meet them), but those are the same guys on the apps. And no one gives you the time of day at bars, events, etc. So, ur stuck with friends of friends, coworkers (nope) and apps...really (WTF?)

Him: Idk who y’all meeting but niggs stay tryin to see wassup on the low when I’m out...especially the damn gym!

Now, I then had to check him and remind him that, just because YOU are so attractive and have thousands of followers that men just flock to you, THAT IS NOT the average gay man’s reality. Just recently a black man on Grindr says he doesn’t like black men. Only whites and latinos. Yep, this is the world I live in. So when you all think I’m crazy to think I’m not in someone’s league, please know there are factors in the chess game that I’m aware of that you have NO CLUE about. Being the darker brother in the gay community is not easy and constantly I am made to feel like I’m not worthy of inclusion in it. Being dark is not acceptable. Nor is being skinny. Nor is not having a BBC (which is all anyone seems to value from us). Nor is being open to love; I’ve been faulted way too many times for that tbh. Almost as many times as I’ve been skinny-shamed or considered fem. Guys in our community are looking more for TS girls than black men. Period. I see “girls” on Grindr far too much. THERE, I said what I said. Grindr’s way of dealing with this influx...ask me to list myself as a CIS man. NO THE FUCK I WILL NOT! I’m a man. These labels are too much. can’t meet men in bars or apps or work. So, let me know...HOW?

To lose my virginity I had to get on craigslist and whore myself out like a rentboy (no money involved) only to get this catfish older man to respond. I was 21 years old and saw this as my only chance before moving to NY. Guys throughout my life up until this point (as i wrote about in my last post) had been ignoring me. I was invisible in the world of gay sex. I might as well have been a eunuch or a monk. I was always the “friend”...still am. So, I took this less then adequate gentleman and let him penetrate me for the first time; give me my first kiss (yuck, it was awful); and teach me a few things. I thought, after this, I’ll never have to settle for less than I deserve...BOY was I wrong.

Back to the part about me being invisible for a moment. Throughout high school, people knew I was gay. I told a few guys and expressed interest and they paid me no attention. COME TO FIND OUT, my (at the time good) friend Jonathan, had slept with a quite a few of them. (Backstory, I fell for Jonathan, he spurned me too, we became great friends, he then transitioned into being a woman, and now we don’t really talk). So, When I found this out, I was devastated. TO THIS DAY, I will never understand why I was not enough. I was SOOOOO nice to these guys. Dustin used to get picked on in middle school, and I used to stand up for him. Nick was the most beautiful boy in the world in high school with a smile that could like up the darkest soul and I would always root for him, etc. But, I wasn’t who they wanted. I mean, You think I’m a good guy now, you should have known me back then. I was such a kind spirit. My soul is so dark now and I don’t think that will ever be rectified.

These next instances are the reasons I will never be untainted. THESE STORIES ARE NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART. If you don’t want to cry, feel sorry for me, or worry, stop reading now.

I have been abused mentally, physically, and emotionally. These stories are in sequential order.

When I was traveling once, I was drinking and felt like fulling one of my fantasies. I don’t remember why, but i know that I hadn’t been touched in a WHILE. And for a person who needs that, just a moment where someone can use you to “get off” is enough to make it through the night. One fantasy that is very popular in the gay community of being fucked by visitor who comes in the unlocked door and fucks you, then leaves after he finishes. No strings attached (NSA), photos presented beforehand (pics), usually some time of safeguards in place. I was new, and it was my fault. This guy sent me pictures on whatever app I was using, think it was Craigslist. He told me all his information, I told him where I was staying and said I’d be blindfolded, ready for him to fuck me when he walked in. As SOON as he walked in, I heard the door close and lock and I had a feeling something was wrong. He came up behind me, naked and grabbed my neck chokingly and SHOVED into me. And this guy’s body was WAY bigger than what he said. He was chub/stocky and nothing like what he had sent me. I tried to tell him to stop, that I didn’t want HIM. But clearly, he had done this before. And this was before catfishing was a THING. So, he wasn’t going to stop no matter how much I struggled. So, I resulted that this was a part of the “fantasy” that I had signed up for. I could NOT call this rape. I will never call that rape. Yes, someone lied to me, wouldn’t stop when I said so, but I was totally in the wrong here. I put myself in a situation to be taken advantage of by a stranger. That is one of the things that makes this fantasy so hot. Just happens in my case, that it went terribly awry,  So, I went limp and let him finish. He left. I locked the door and took down the posting I had made. My throat was on fire and he had pulled my hair too hard. But he was gone and I was alone again. 

Another time in a hotel room, laying over in Washington, Dulles I was getting ready for bed. I was hungry, so put my iphone on the charger, grabbed my food and went for the microwave on another floor. When I came back, my phone was charged enough to check my facebook. As soon as I opened it up, on my timeline it says “PAUL IS IN A RELATIONSHIP”. I said, wait...what? My Paul? the one who I helped move? The one I got a xmas tree for? The one I held while crying? The one I protected from himself? The one whose bed I was JUST in? The guy I had been talking to like every day? My heart was beating out of my chest and I couldn’t breathe. Now, I’m not nor have I ever been naive. We weren’t a couple. He wan’t mine. But I wanted him, made it known. He said lots of things that didn’t add up to much. But, I was in his life, so I accepted that until he could give me more. But when I saw THAT status. I LOST it! Why? because he had told me WORD FOR WORD: “I don’t want a relationship right now. I have some little twink guy from this broadway show who likes me, but I’m not interested.” I always did status checks to make sure I didn’t get blindsided. But alas, here I was despite all my effors. My body went NUMB. Tears ran down my face. I dropped to my knees and asked God or whomever was in charge of things WHY the FUCK was it not me?? Am I not cute enough? Am I too poor? Not successful enough? What did I do? I immediately texted my friend Ant and told her what was up and that I was ready to end it. Before I knew it, I was on a 3 way call. What no one knows is, at one point I was bathroom, in the tub, with a razor, a full bottle of advil, a bottle of wine to hopefully make the blood run faster. I had never contemplated killing myself. This was a knee-jerk reaction to someone I loved with every fiber of my being choosing to give his love to someone else who didnt even have to try! If he could throw me away after I gave all I had and more that I didn’t even know I had in me, and he STILL didn’t want me, how is anyone else gonna love/choose me? So, I was ready to end it. Cuz I knew, this would not be the last time this would happen; guys don’t seem to care who they hurt or how. Paul texted me and said he didn’t owe me any explanation “dude”.  But my friends talked me down from that ledge I was prepping to jump off. I also was terrified of doing it. I didn’t know if it would even work. And I didnt want my family to go through that. Till this day, that is why I could never commit suicide. I do think about it, yes. My life sucks. And try as I may, I don’t see a reason for me being here. And yes, I’ve been to many therapists ever since college. Its not a problem that can be talked out. I suffer from depression that can only be assuaged by fixing the problem; the problem is my life. (love, money, music). So, I just try to keep on. I’m not bi-polar; although, sometimes I wish I were. That is a diagnosis that can be managed with medication. My life, cannot be managed. But I’m trying...I am trying.

Now, as I mentioned before, not a big fan of coworker dating/fucking/etc. HOWEVER, there are 2 people I have always said I’d try if I had the chance. Because they may be reading this (doubt it, but I will fight my petty urges), We’ll just call them Trip and Kurt. Now, Trip and I have been messaging off and on doing this whole cat and mouse thing for years. He winds up telling me he’s interested but we couldn’t tell anyone at work; which I agreed to. And would have tried to keep his confidence, FOR HIM. He is really against work relations as well. This all started with grindr and just escalated to us talking off and on. Finally one day, he texts ME and asks “Hey sexy, you in NY?” I wasn’t. Was working. But I never post my whereabouts on FBOOK so, the question was warranted. He said he really wanted to fuck. Our paths kept not being able to cross. So, LONG story short, I rearranged my schedule and we set up a “date” at his place when I got back. I was working a redeye. Told him I’d get home, run my errands take a quick nap and be over to make a full day of it. Trip agrees with everything. I do exactly what I say (I’m a Leo, it’s what we do. We’re consistent. We’re straight forward). I pick up a bottle of $20+ wine to show him I really give a shit and to be courteous because a good southern boy doesn’t arrive at someone’s house empty handed. I knew he had been done wrong and I wanted to put my first foot forward, even if it was just sex he wanted. I message him when I was on the way back home...no response. Ok, I wanna shower. Text him again...tells me he’s out. I say, “ok well just tell me when to head over. I’ll be at home” He says “ok sounds good baby.”  Ok, so I take my hour nap so I don’t miss his text. (For me, you KNOW that is no small feat!) I get up and he still hasn’t messaged me. So I wait...and wait...and wait for 5 hours. Then I text him “Ok...well, headed to bed I guess. Hope you had a good night. (he’s scheduled to work the next day so I KNOW no late fun was happening)  But beforehand, my spidey senses were tingling. So, I got on facebook. OH, he’s out living his best life! Fuck MY time right? Awesome. I had a drink then went to sleep. Next day, he messages me that he fell asleep after getting home. BOO, so...you left your friends (after you went out...yeah, I saw the check-ins), hopped a train, got home, and never NOT ONCE thought to text me to tell me a damn thing?! But you say “sorry” and I’m supposed to just accept that? No. I wanted you past the point of that barrier I placed up barring all guys I worked with. You just took a big dump on that AND made me feel shitty in the process. I took that bottle of white wine to the head by myself at some point btw...

Now Kurt, he’s special...I met him and was immediately entranced. To keep this one shorter, he also told me HE DIDNT WANT TO DATE ANYONE. Guys need to stop telling these motha fuckin lies!  Ok, so I’ll be your friend. But I really like him. So, I’m minding my own business and facebook again notifies me, Kurt is in a relationship. OH? with WHOM? Oh! someone we work with? Someone you met AFTER ME?! Interesting...now, when this boy confessed a secret to me, I was totally loving and told him my past experiences and that he’s and amazing person, etc. So, the next time we work together, I don’t mention his new BF. He brings it up and explains how and why he fell for him. WOULDNT YOU KNOW IT, the boyfriend said the same thing I did about his secret but just BEFORE he happened to conceal it. I tried so hard not to roll my eyes when he told me that. It was like a smack in the face. If you don’t think I’m cute, just say that. But don’t talk about how someone’s heart won you over. Cuz I was here loving on you before. I went back up to my room (tipsy) turned on some Aaliyah and cried myself to sleep. I am never gonna be enough for these boys/men. I saw that now. Paul had recently resurged and re-exited my life after telling me he loved me. I WAITED for that! He was the first man to ever say those words. And they were supposed to mean something! And shortly after...he ghosted me again. So, I’m feeling pretty worthless at this point.

No matter what I do, I’m never good enough. I keep trying to be the best me and there is always someone there saying, nah...this other dude is better. Swipe left. “Thank you, Next” (I don’t like Ariana Grande btw.) I have this fear that when I’m old, some guy I’ve loved forever will find me and say, I married someone else. He’s gone now, he did me wrong. We can be together now. Like I’m only going to be someone’s choice after their first choices have bit the dust. That is NOT okay with me. 

So, here I am on Valentine’s day trying to explain to all of you who have someone to “come home to”. EVEN if you don’t like Vday, do not pretend that this day doesn’t matter or make people feel a certain way. I’m alone AND I’m lonely. Don’t tell me I shouldn’t feel this unless you tell me how to not feel that way; and your explanation better not involve friends. Sorry, friends have their own issues and while checking in and venting is great, they can’t be your life support. They can’t help you take care of your heart. Especially if they are married, have kids, etc. You’re the single 3rd wheel. 

I tried to take myself to the movies. The movies I wanted were all sold out by couples. Dinner, tables full. So, I ate leftovers from yesterday’s dinner I cooked and am halfway through this bottle of wine. You cannot fault a person for wanting love. Finding it may have been somewhat easy/happenstance for you. And I try not to fault YOU for that. Everything has been hard for me. Literally, everything. That’s the only reason I’m still here. Because when something happens, I yell, scream, vent, handle it like Olivia Pope, then continue on. No one is there at night when i lay down. No one said Happy Valentine’s day to me today. No one is gonna smile at me when i wake up in the morning.  Nope, I have to survive my morning after by myself. No pill in hand to help.

“Children needing other children, yet letting our grown-up pride hide all the need inside...acting more like children, than children.”

[dammitadolfnomorecake]

DOTW 50 - Update coz I can't remember if I posted this before falling asleep last night

Levi wasn't sure if he'd done something wrong again or not. Eren had been off since they'd come back from the festival. He'd nearly forgotten his had earned rabbit in the Ferris wheel cart as it was, and then was in complete daze on the drive home. Arriving home, his boyfriend had disappeared into the bathroom, coming out showered and changed, ready for bed... in his own room... It'd fucking sucked for the alpha. He wanted to spend every single second he could with Eren, before he started back at work. But it hadn't worked out like that. Eren was busy rereading his "school" books, and not nearly as cuddly as he'd been, right up to the day of him returning to work. Starting work again was exhausting. It felt weird being out of his apartment. All his instincts screamed to stay home with Eren, even with the shit new suppressants he was on. Both he and his secondary dynamic just wanted to be there with Eren incase he needed anything, especially after his last ultrasound. Eren had had a rather spectacular meltdown when they'd gotten back to the safety of his car. Ovarian cysts weren't exactly uncommon, but Eren had freaked out over it. His mate leaping to the conclusion something was majorly wrong with him, apologising on repeat until he'd finally passed out. He hadn't listened to his obstetrician explain nothing was wrong with the pup, and that they were already monitoring him due to the excess amniotic fluid he was carrying. The cyst was noted, but given its size it should cause any worries, or cause any complications if Eren opted to have a natural birth. Part of the problem was that his omega was just freaking out as his dynamic slowly returned to playing an active role in Eren's mentality. The suppressants finally wearing off enough that Levi was being constantly flooded by his lover's pheromones. Not that he minded at all... his debit card on the other hand... he'd gotten a little carried away buying presents for his expecting mate. He'd shopped up a storm buying Eren books, clothes, blankets and pillows. Anything and everything he could think of to keep Eren preoccupied while stuck at home. They'd also talked about finally revealing his pregnancy to Hanji. With things going well with the pup, Levi didn't see why they should hide it, not when he was so fucking proud. The fridge was covered in copies of photos Eren's growing stomach, having used his lover's phone as he slept to forward every single one to him. His pup wasn't even here yet and he fucking adored it. Which brought them up to the current issue they were having. The spare room. Eren insisted that he didn't need to push himself to get rid of Isabel and Farlan's things... So some how, a month had passed since he'd first suggested the idea. He knew he could just go ahead and do everything alone, he just... he wanted to organise things with Eren. He wanted to tell him more about Isabel and Farlan, and to plan their nursery together. He didn't understand why Eren kept shooting the idea down. Ever since they'd bonded, he'd found himself more in tune with Eren. He could almost feel his mate's emotions, but when it came to the nursery, his mate was distant. He didn't know what was causing it, all he could think it was as Mike had mentioned, Eren's omega wasn't bonding properly with his pup, and causing him to "reject" it. Eren didn't deserve to feel that way, not when he'd so desperately wanted this pup. In an attempt to make his boyfriend happy, Levi had stopped by a florist on the way home from work, picking up a huge bouquet of bright flowers that he was assured were cat safe. He'd also picked up a few different cake slices from the bakery near home, and extra chocolate. It'd made him nearly an hour late returning home, but hoped would all be forgiven when Eren saw why. Letting himself into their apartment, Eren was sleeping on the sofa. The blankets having slipped from his lap, exposing his swollen stomach. Curled up on top, Titan looked up at him smugly, the fat feline having formed an obsession with sleeping on Eren's stomach. It was rather cute. Eren couldn't even brush his teeth in the morning without Titan jumping up onto the counter and nuzzling into his swell. Since Eren's omega had started to return, it seemed like Titan was more excited over the pregnancy than Eren. Placing his gifts down on the coffee table, Levi backtracked to make sure the door was locked properly, then headed off to shower. He'd forgotten how nauseating the smell of other alphas could be, though funnily enough, Eren didn't seem to mind or care when he came covered in the scents of others. Showering quickly, he towelled off and dressed in sweats with one of Eren's shirts. Moving to sit on the floor, next to the sofa, he ruffled Eren's hair lovingly. His omega sighing softly in his sleep "Hey, brat. I'm home. How do you feel?" "Sick" "You don't feel well?" "Headache" Kissing Eren's cheek, his boyfriend swatted at him "Let me sleep" "Are you sure? I brought you home a present" "Fuck. I said, let me sleep" No mistaking that. Kissing his cheek again, Levi tried not to let the fact it bothered him show "Ok. I'm going to make us dinner" "Just go away" So what? When he wanted attention, it was just tough shit? Fuck. No. He wasn't going to get mad. He'd cook dinner, than he and Eren would talk. Levi had only just pulled the pasta out the pantry when his phone started to ring. Hanji's name repeating until he jogged over and snatched up his phone. Groaning, Eren covered his face with the cushion he was using as a pillow, not happy over being disturbed... and probably less happy about the apartment lights being turned on, his lover had fallen asleep with just the TV playing. Sliding his thumb over the screen, he answered Hanji's call, not putting the device to his ear until he was back in the kitchen "Levi?! Are you even listening to me?" "Sorry. What?" "I was congratulating you. Why didn't you tell me Eren was pregnant? How far along is he? He can't be that far, he hasn't mentioned it before. How's he doing? I bet he's suuuuuper excited" "Hold on, Shitty Glasses. One step at a time. Eren told you?" "He put it up on Facebook..." So they were telling everyone then? "Levi? Are you ok?" "What? I'm fine. I just got home from work" "I thought you'd be excited" "I am" "You don't sound happy. Oh, no. Don't tell me you two are fighting?" "No. Eren's just... having some side effects from the shot they gave him in Karanes. They fucking dosed him with a normal suppressant" "Why would that have an effect? Hang on. How far along is he?" "Just over 18 weeks" Hanji screeched through the phone, Levi growling as he was forced to swap the phone over to his other ear "18 weeks! Why didn't you tell me?! Is it yours?" "He wanted to keep it to himself until he knew everything was alright with the pup, and who the fuck else's was it going to be?!" "Is he? Is everything ok? I tried calling, but he didn't answer" "He's not happy, and he's taking a nap at the moment" "Not happy? I thought he'd be thrilled" "His omega. It was suppressed remember. It's taking him a while to readjust and he's been off for the last fortnight. He told me off for waking him from his nap" "I'm not surprised. My poor, Honey. Sooooo. A pup?" "Yeah. Big and healthy. He's got a cyst on an ovary, and extra fluid, but both have been noted. Other than that, it's really his omega. It's still going to take a few more weeks for the suppressant to wear off completely" "He probably feels like shit, and he probably can't help being so moody. You know what he's like" "Yeah. He gets mad, gets upset and then feels like shit for it all. It's just hard. He was so keen to do the nursery, and now he's doing everything in his power to avoid it" "Can I help?" "No. I've ordered him a few things, so when they come, they should help take his mind off things. Until then, I guess I'm stuck with a pregnant omega who doesn't want anything to do with me" He timed that perfectly. Eren climbing off the sofa and running to his room. The way he slammed the door sent Titan flying into the kitchen, while Levi sighed heavily "Levi?" "Eren heard me. He's just fled into his room" "Oh..." "Is that all you've got?" "I don't know what to say. He's obviously hurting" "No fucking shit. I brought home flowers, cake and chocolate and he didn't give two fucks" "Try not to take it too personally. Like you said, he doesn't really mean it" "It's still hard... I... we've just bonded and now it feels like he regrets it" "He doesn't regret it. You know how long he's waited to bond with you" "Yeah, well I was going to fucking propose first, but..." Levi winced as Hanji screeched again "You were going to propose?!" "Before bonding, so he'd get used to the idea of us being together before bonding with him. But I went and fucked that up" "Ooooh. Do you think he knows you were going to? Is that why he's mad?" "I don't see how he could... the ring is hidden" "Is it hidden, or is it Levi hidden?" "What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" "That you've lived alone so long, you haven't needed to really hide anything away. Anyway. I have to go, but if you need me to come over, let me know. Or if Eren wants to come stay, I wouldn't mind. It'd be great experience for him" "I'll keep it in mind" Ending the call, he felt better for having talked to Hanji. Even if Eren was upset at him, he hadn't known how much he needed to get everything off his chest. Even if it was to Hanji, rather than Erwin. Levi went ahead and made dinner for them, he could Eren crying in his room, but he forced himself not to go to him. He wanted to give Eren a chance to organise his own thoughts... and he felt guilty as fuck. Eren had missed the whole of the rest of the conversation, or maybe he just didn't care? Leaving both plates of chicken and pasta on the bench, Levi headed to Eren's door, knocking lightly before trying the handle. He'd thought it would be locked, but reddit gave under his hold. With the suppressants waning, Eren's whole room stank of distress, with after notes of rejection. He wasn't going through that bullshit again. The bonding mark on his neck throbbed in response to his mate's rejection "Brat..." "G-go away" Hidden under his blankets, only tufts of brown hair was visible. From the looks of his room, Eren was trying to nest. Items of their clothing had made it into the organised chaos, even his missing spare work jacket. Knowing better than to ruin Eren's attempted nest, he was careful to climb over the side and up to his boyfriend, pulling back the blankets enough to reveal Eren's pale face "Oh, Eren. Hey. It's ok, I'm here" Reaching out for him, Levi cursed himself. Eren had scratched at his arms. He'd fucked up by giving him space. Lifting his boyfriend up to sit, he took Eren's hands in his "L-Levi... What's wrong with me?!" He had to play this one carefully, but at least with Eren thinking he was mad at him had gotten him to talk. Once again, he'd been so concerned about Eren's needs and need for space, he hadn't pushed him when he really should have. No. The reality was, that he was running again. It was easier to say Eren was in the wrong, rather than risk talking to him and being yelled at. His omega might not be the same omega he'd met, but after everything, Eren always picked himself back up. He should have fucking known. He should have fucking tried harder. Why was it that Eren reduced him to spineless coward without saying a word "Nothing. Nothing's wrong with you..." "Then why don't I want our pup, anymore?! Why am I so angry with you?! I don't know what's happening anymore" "It's not you. It's your omega" "My omega is me... and you're stuck with me" "I didn't mean it like that. I was talking to Hanji. She's really excited for us. She said she saw your online post" Eren wasn't having it. His lover's scent replacing it's hints of rejection with pure anger "Why can't I be excited for us?! I was so happy!" "Eren, it's because they gave you the wrong kind of suppressant. We've talked about this. Your omega is coming back, and it's going to take some time to get your head around it" "You don't get it! I want to want you... but I feel so angry all the time... I deserve this..." His mate's words faded into a mumble, Eren drawing his knees up to cross his legs, then becoming very interested in his green blanket "No. No, you don't. Why didn't you talk to me?" "Because what was I supposed to say? You're under so much stress and you've only just gone back to work. I want to be strong. I want to be reliable. I can't say that I don't want this pup? I'm angry because we bonded before you even proposed? That I hate myself and now that my omega's coming back... I feel so fucking guilty, Levi... I... I wasn't supposed to survive. People died again... and Floch can't tell me anything" Floch? What the fuck did he have to do with anything? And people dying? He'd... sort of figured... "What does that even mean? That you weren't supposed to survive?" Eren shook his head, letting out a small huff "I... just... I'm not ok, am I? Why am I so mad at you...?" "I don't know. But, I've spent the last two weeks trying to figure it out" "I'm an arsehole. Why can't we go back in time? Before everything happened?" "Because it doesn't work like that" "I... don't hate you... I'm just sorry you're stuck with someone like me" "I'm happy to be stuck with someone like you" "What... what does it mean? Y-you called me that on the Ferris wheel..." "Have you been worried about that?" "Y-yes" "I'm sorry. I didn't mean anything bad by it. I just meant, you're the most amazing omega I've ever met. Even if you were wearing gold shorts when I met you" "I miss dancing. I guess I'm never going to dance again" "Becoming a mother doesn't mean that you won't dance again" "Not like that" "Do you miss it?" Eren nodded sadly, his scent changing back to rotten fruit again, with hints of exhaustion "More than you could know... I think I want to sleep now. I don't feel good" "You said you had a headache?" "I did?" "I tried to wake you up when I came home. You told me to go away" "I'm sorry. I don't mean it... I don't want to be mean to you... anyone but you" "It's ok. You're going through a lot of scary changes right now" "It's never ok to be mean to you" "I'm an alpha, I've got thick skin" "We both know you're a big softy" "Only for you. Let me clean your arms, then you can sleep off your headache" "Sorry... I don't know if I can handle it" Levi momentarily felt like a kicked puppy, forcing his face to remain neutral as he nodded "If I bring everything in, will you do it?" "Maybe... I hate this, Levi. I hate all of this" "It'll get better as your hormones balance out and your omega settles. I really wish you hadn't scratched" "I feel dirty" "You're not dirty. I'll be right back" Eren did as he asked, rubbing antiseptic cream on his arms, but he didn't want to dress them. Letting his omega curl back up, Eren was soon asleep again. For now, the nursery would have to wait. He'd expected some kind of self hatred from Eren, given how upset the omega would get over something as small as gaining a kilo or two... He'd even expected the rejection of the pup, but to hear he hated it... He couldn't fucking take it. Dinner no longer seemed appetising, so for the time since Eren returned home, he pulled out the scotch. He'd found it in the spare room, after thinking he'd rid his apartment completely of alcohol. Now he was glad it'd been hidden away. Pouring himself a double shot, he nursed the drink in one hand, while cleaning up Eren's surprises. The flowers naturally didn't need to be refrigerated, but the cake was in danger from Titan. It blew his mind to think Eren could possibly hate the life they'd created within him. Especially are the pregnancy scare. It wasn't fair on his omega. Nor was it fair that Eren had seen more people die... not that he was sure he understood that... Floch seemed to know what was going on... Maybe he could call him? Let him know Eren wasn't doing so great and that he really needed answers or something... It was so fucking hard to know just what his omega needed. * Laying on his bed, Eren was rubbing his stomach. He couldn't quite believe he was pregnant. He and Levi had both wanted a pup so badly, and now... Now they were going to be parents. When his father had done the tests, he'd thought he was just sick from the amount of stress he was under. He'd been spotting blood, and all it took was the slightest movement to make him want to vomit. It was the happiest moment of his life... until he realised he was living in an organ farm. His father had been scared, destroying the test and test results, and banning him from mentioning it, then pumping him full off injections that he was too sick to fight off. He'd even offered him an abortion, almost forced it on him when he said no. He wasn't about to sacrifice his pup, not after everything he and Levi went through when his tests had been negative. He was already in love with it... He didn't care what his father said he wasn't about to talk. It wasn't like had anyone to talk to anyway. He didn't want to make friends. He was allowed to talk to his father's patients and that was it. Which was limiting with no voice. Sign language was fun in a way, but he struggled with even basic letters. His father losing patience with him from time to time, leaving him cowering in fear. Certain that one day he was going to hurt for not being the smart and perfect alpha son the man had wanted. He'd only known for a couple of weeks when his father woke him in the middle of the night. He had no idea what was happening, only that his dad was covered in blood and babbling like a mad man. Eren's heart was racing as he rushed to dress, begging his dad to tell him what was wrong. Dragged over to the door, he didn't even think to question why it wasn't locked... instead he hurried through the house thing they were living in, his father finding a knife from somewhere and pressing it into his hand. Reaching the centre courtyard, the main research building was on fire. Scared omega's huddled together "Eren, they know about your baby. We need to get you out of here" His father tried to pull him along, but Eren dug his heels in. Dropping the knife so he could angrily sign "We need to get them all out of here" "We don't have time" "I'm not fucking leaving them! I'm not you! I don't kill innocent people" His father looked to the other omegas "Alright. Alright, there's a way..." Snatching up the knife, his father took off in a jog towards the omegas. Getting hysterical omega's and children to be quiet was impossible. The black smoke in the air stung at Eren's eyes, making him hack and retch from chemical smell in the air. Trying to lead them, his father was bringing up the rear. That was when a pack of alphas came out of nowhere. Screaming at them, the omega's ran on, while Eren ran towards his father. He didn't know why his feet didn't carry him the other way, only that seeing them chasing the others made him fucking furious, and seeing them without the backup of the compound... He felt strong. These men wanted to hurt his pup and there was no way he was letting that happen. As one of the alphas pulled a gun on his father, another grabbed him from behind. He didn't even think twice as he jumped onto the back of the large man, the knife he was holding sliding into the alpha easily as he let out a feral growl. The stabbed alpha roared, releasing his father and staggering as Eren released his hold, pulling the knife from him and driving it into his back. The other alphas were yelling at him. Even his father was yelling at him. He didn't see how the man got the gun from the alpha he stabbed, but his father shot three of the four remaining alphas, before their leader shot him. Screaming in rage, he tried to start forward, but his father tired again. Hitting the man in the leg and dropping him down. Shooting the man again, his father looked to him to coldly. Not even phased by what had happened. Blood rushed to cover his white sweater, his knees going weak as Eren rushed to grab him before he hit the ground "Eren. You need to run" Shaking his head, he didn't want to hear it "Yes. I've taken care of them... they won't come after you if you get away from here. Not now..." Eren kept shaking his head "I deserve this. Let me do this" No. He didn't fucking forgive him and he didn't get to die like this... "Eren, I'm bleeding out. If they catch you, they can start this all over again. Your baby is perfectly healthy. You and Levi can build a family, but you have to run" He had no right talking about family! "Y-your mum... she wanted to stay and fight. She didn't understand. She didn't understand what they made me do. She didn't understand when I wanted to send you away. I didn't mean to kill her. They were going to come after all of us. And if they caught us, death would have been the least of your worries... When I shot her... I wasn't thinking straight. I thought if she was going to die, I should be the one to kill her. But you... you need to run and don't look back" Hearing a snap, his head shot up "There's a fence, they're running towards a fence. If you can get over the fence, you're free" That didn't work for pregnant omega's or the small children. He needed to get to them to help... "Go, Eren" He fucking hated his father and couldn't forgive him for his mother. Looking at the pathetic shell of man, he turned and ran. He was going home to Levi. This was the closest to an escape he'd gotten, because his piece of shit father had given him an opening. Used his pregnancy as an excuse to kill. He'd never be like his father. Running, he found the fence. Omega's were helping other omega's climb. Turning back towards the way he came, he saw Bertholdt running towards them. Again, his feet carried him forward, running at the alpha. Bertholdt had fucking killed Zeke. Had bashed the shit out of Levi and threatened to kill him. He didn't give two shits what the man did to him, but Levi. No one touched his fucking alpha. Charging the alpha like a mad man, he grappled him around the waist as he blindly tried to stab at the same time. Thrown to the ground, Bertholdt snarled, while Eren verged on being feral. All the could think about was protecting his pup and getting back to Levi. Rolling and picking himself up, he charged the alpha again. Lashing out with the knife, he slice deeply into Bertholdt's arm, Bertholdt answering by punching him in the face. He'd never imagined being able to overpower the alpha, but driven by pure rage, he somehow did, straddling Bertholdt's lap as he stabbed downwards. Drenched in blood, Eren realised what he done. Climbing off Bertholdt, the alpha was still breathing. Looking over his shoulder to the fence, the omegas and children that couldn't go over. Had somehow gotten the fence up enough to go under. Turning, his ankle was grabbed. Trying to kick Bertholdt off, his shoe came loose. It was some kind of impractical sandal thing. Taking off the moment his shoe snapped, he reached the fence and started climbing. Too scared to let the knife go... not when Reiner could still be out there. He made it a little over halfway before his ankle was grabbed again, Bertholdt howling as his fingers closed with a vice like grip. Kicking down, Eren clung to the fence hard enough he felt the metal digging in, and heard himself crying out in pain. Fighting him the best he could, the alpha's nose crunched as his heel came into contact with his face. Kicking him again, Bertholdt grabbed him by the other ankle, Eren screaming as his body was stretched against his will. He wasn't going back there. He wasn't going to be locked in that dark room for being bad. He wasn't going to watch his father come back covered in blood and know another omega had been butchered. He was going home to Levi! Yelping as Bertholdt tried to climb up him, Eren forced his left hand to let go of the fence, swinging and waving the knife like a mad man. Screaming at him to let him go. If Bertholdt pulled him down, it was all over. They take his pup and butcher it. They'd make him watch and kill him... He fought. His hand cut open on the metal fence that was scratching at his chest. He couldn't reach Bertholdt, but it was enough to make him pause. Hearing Reiner scream his name in the background, he felt like another burst of strength hit, or maybe Bertholdt was distracted by his mate. Releasing him just enough, Eren got his left ankle free, driving his foot into Bertholdt's face. The alpha howling as his heel connected with his eye socket. Releasing his right ankle, Eren nearly fell from the sudden release and shift in balance... And he fucking took his chance, scaling then fence and catching his shirt as he did. The thin flimsy fabric did nothing to protect him anyway. It tore so easily when it caught on a stray piece of barbed wire. Another omega had stolen a blanket from somewhere, but in his hurry, he scaled the bit that wasn't covered. Dropping to the other side of the fence, Reiner was screaming at him. His hands covered in blood as Bertholdt bled out in his arms. He didn't regret it. He knew he should. But because of him, he was dirty. He was dirty and Zeke was dead. He'd lost someone he'd loved, even if it'd all been a lie. Zeke had been what he'd needed, and even after betraying him, he still cared more about him than his father who'd just died for him. Holding the knife tighter, he fucking bolted before Reiner could come after him. He didn't even care where he was running. The other omegas all scattering. He didn't know what was going to happen, or what would happen if anyone found him. He just knew he wasn't going to let anyone stop him from getting back to Levi. * Levi had dozed off the sofa when Eren's screaming woke him. Screaming to be let go, it sounded like he was having the worst fucking nightmare to date. The pain and panic in Eren's voice, causing his chest to tighten as he rushed into his mate's room. Eren was thrashing and fighting whoever was in his nightmare, his nest half destroyed as he screamed. Rushing up and onto the bed, his lover's fought him as he tried to shake Eren awake "Eren!" Yelling his name, Eren's body arched up under him, his omega howling in what Levi could only describe as misery "Eren! You need to wake up!" Shaking him harder, Eren sucked in a huge breath, shooting up under him, before dropping back down and whimpering "Eren... Hey. Hey. It was just a dream..." Releasing his shoulders, Eren rolled away from him, curling into a ball as he his whole form continued to shake. Reaching over, Levi flicked the lamp on, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath before opening them and releasing it. His boyfriend had pissed his bed. His pyjama bottoms soaked through, as were the sheets and blankets of the nest "Eren" "Leave m-me alone" "I can't do that..." His omega's voice was scratchy from his screams. How he hadn't woken himself, Levi didn't know. Placing his hand on Eren's shoulder, Eren whimpered "You're alright. You're safe now. It was just a dream" "I... it wasn't just a dream!" "Just now, you were having a nightmare. Was it your mum? Or Zeke?" "I killed someone... I think I killed him..." "Eren..." "Stop saying my name! Just stop!" "Eren, I'm here. I love you" "Didn't you hear me... I kill someone" "You..." No. He needed Eren to calm down enough to listen to him "Eren. I know how that feels" "H-how could you?" "I've lost so many many people" "P-people you were trying to save" "And people who begged for help, only for us to be there as they died... It fucking sucks" "I just wanted to come home to you. That's all I wanted" "You made it home. You're home with me... come here" Rolling Eren back, he stroked his mate's hair as he took his cheek into his hold with his other hand "P-people died" "I'm sorry you had to go through that" "D-dad... he k-killed them" Levi swallowed down his shock "Your father?" "H-he was alive. All this time... but he died!" Sobbing in earnest, the nightmare had shaken Eren up enough to talk a little more. Levi had to wonder if their earlier conversation had anything to do with it "He died! I hate him! I hate him!" "I know... I know you do" Levi wasn't particularly fond of the man either. Crooning softly, he tried to release as many soothing pheromones as he could, which wasn't the easiest thing to accomplish while on suppressants. Slowly Eren let himself be drawn into his hold, nuzzling his neck softly "You need a shower. Don't worry about the bed, I'll take care of it" "O-ok..." "And don't worry about what happened. If it was that bad, Floch would have told you" "Ok..." Showering his exhausted Eren, Levi had to do all the work. His boyfriend too exhausted to voice any of his needs, wetting himself further as Levi helped him into the shower. It was like he was on autopilot, keeping his eyes closed for the whole process. Drying and dressing him in sweats alone, he carried Eren to their room. Eren might not be able to handle physical contact or welcome his touch, but there was no fucking way he was making Eren sleep in his filthy bed. Making sure he was warm and comfortable, his boyfriend was still awake, yet too tired to move. Retrieving Titan, the fat cat settled up against Eren's stomach "I've got to take care of a few more things, then I'll come to bed. Try not to worry, ok. I'm not mad at you over any of this" Brushing Eren's fringe from his face, he felt a hint of clamminess. The last thing Eren needed was to be getting sick or feverish, especially when he felt so shit. Opting not to sleep, he knew he'd regret it, but his love needed him more than he needed sleep. As he'd feared, Eren spiked one of his stress fevers during the night. His boyfriend mumbling in his sleep, making it hard to go to work the following morning. Calling Erwin for advice, his friend had suggested taking him to the hospital. Levi was 90 percent sure that that would only serve to put more stress on Eren, though he was worried about the pup. He'd hated Eren's fevers before he'd fallen pregnant, so it was understandable that he loathed them now he was. No. Loathed didn't encompass every single fibre of his hate for them. Though, this was Eren's first real fever while pregnant. It was only a few minutes after he'd hung up on Erwin that Hanji called, telling him to take Eren to the ER and she'd stay with him. It wasn't a great plan, but Eren had sweated through his sweats and risked dehydration. Not to mention the stress on his body. Disobeying almost every road rule he could, while driving as safely as possible, Hanji still managed to beat them there. Her, Mike and Nanaba all ready and waiting for them upon arrival. Erwin was there too, just off having a cigarette rather than spending 30 fucking seconds to make sure Eren was going to be ok. Explaining Eren's troubles with his omega and his nightmares, Mike took it all in his stride, while Hanji felt the need to translate despite him knowing exactly what was going on. His anger was poorly contained as he was forced to leave his omega in their hands, the promises of updated doing nothing to reassure him. Anything could happen while he was at work. Eren could suddenly take a turn for the worse, or could miscarry the pup, and he'd be too far away from him to help. It was sorely tempting to tell his boss to go fuck himself, but at the same time, Eren wanted him to be working. They needed the money... Not for the first time since they'd met, was Erwin forced to suffer through a shift filled with Levi's insufferable mood. * Coming off shift, Levi had Erwin drop him at the hospital. Despite the late hour, he was known well enough to be allowed to see his omega. Guided through the ward to Eren's room, his boyfriend was all alone. Connected to both a heart rate monitor and an IV drip, Eren still managed to look peaceful as he slept with his hands on his stomach. Grabbing the visitors chair, Levi carried it closer, setting it down next to Eren's bed before he went about taking his boots off, and retrieving a good dollop of hand sanitiser. The last thing he needed was to make Eren actually sick, not when his boyfriend actually seemed to be getting some real rest. Unable to resist temptation, he leaned in an stole a small kiss, Eren rousing as he did. The smile on his brat's face was equal parts sleepy and dopey "Hey" "Hey. How are you feeling?" "You just missed it. I had another ultrasound" Levi doubted he "just" missed it. It'd probably been hours. Sitting on the edge of the bed, the tucked Eren's hair back behind his ear "Yeah?" "Mmm... He's ok. They were worried he was distressed, but he's ok" "He?" They were due to find the sex out at the next ultrasound... "Mmm... I don't really know. I just think a mini-Levi would be adorable" What was adorable was the small yawn Eren gave while trying to say "adorable" "Did Hanji leave?" "Earlier, Anna was tired so I told her to go. I have to stay for a few days as it is" Mike had mentioned that, but he hadn't been sure if Eren knew, or how much his boyfriend would understand. Smiling softly, he nuzzled into Eren's hair, still damn from fever "Yeah. Mike mentioned it" "Apparently my omega was flooding my system with testosterone instead of oestrogen. He wants me to stay until my hormones level out. And they want to monitor the pup" "Your omega's a bit of a dick" "That's what I said. I'm sorry, I'm really sleepy" "Get some sleep, I'll be right here" Going to slide off the bed, Eren lightly tugged his shirt "Can you stay?" "I'm not leaving" "I mean here..." Here would be in bed... Eren had struggled so badly with him touching him before, and now he wanted him to stay? He was not saying no to that "Let me just take my belt off, alright?" "Mmm... sorry I'm so sleepy" "Don't worry about it. You need all the rest you can get" Stripping off his belt, he decided to lose his pants too. He probably didn't want to think about what on the... next went his work shirt, leaving him in a plain black shirt and his boxer briefs. He was more concerned with being there for Eren, than if the nursing staff copped a look at him in his underwear. Climbing under the covers, Eren whined softly as he curled into his side, his swollen stomach resting against Levi's, making it the perfect place to rest his hand "Everything ok?" "Mmm... I'm sorry I'm an arsehole" "You're not an arsehole. Your omega hadn't returned as much when you had your last bloods. The hormone spike would have been picked up in your next test" Eren yawned again, snuggling into him further. His face hidden against Levi's chest as one hand sleepily gripped his shirt "I love how you explain it so I get it. They all talk at me, not to me" Mike should have known better, but then again, he wasn't used to dealing with Eren on a daily basis. And with Hanji in the room the conversation had probably, for the most part, gone right over Eren's head "That's because I love you. Get some sleep. I'm right here" "Love you too, Lee"

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The Good Place - Season 2, Episode 02

Right, got some things I need to get done today, so let’s get to it. It’s The Good Place, season 2 episode 02! Here we GO!

-We begin with Michael recording his logs on the experiment, starting attempt number 3. He can do this. He’s going to make it work. And he’ll be famous, like the man who invented bees with teeth! …Fuck me, that might be the most unnerving Bad Place thing we’ve heard about.

-So, back to the zero-point for Eleanor. She gets Chris as her soulmate, and that night at the welcome party, Tahani’s clearly still with Tomás judging by her clog-wench attire. Also she throws some veiled insults at Eleanor that have her saying, and I quote, “go fork yourself, you mean giraffe” when Tahani walks away.

-So day two, they’ve got something for the chaos sequence! MEAN GIRAFFES! The chaos sequence never gets old, I tell ya.

-Day three. “Hey, robot slave lady? Busty Alexa? …Oh, Janet!” Bing! I’m just gonna let Busty Alexa as a phrase sit on your think wrinkles for a minute. Anyways Eleanor wants to learn how to be a good person, are there any people here who can do that?

-And that’s how Janet takes Eleanor to meet Chidi! …Nope he seems too nerdy, got anyone else?

-Cut to day 128, where things are going fairly how Michael wanted, as he’s got an evil obelisk up to fuck with the quartet and show them how the Bad Place knows they’re missing someone they shouldn’t be. Someone has to get inside the obelisk, or they’ll take you all!

-“I can’t go! I’m too young to die! And too old to eat off the kids’ menu! What a stupid age I am!” Jay gets some pretty great lines.

-Also further evidence that Eleanor is really horny. And in this version of the loop, she does not get on great with Tahani. Chidi tries to nobly go and then ELEANOR FIGURES IT OUT, again.

-Chapter 16!

-Attempt number eleven! Michael’s made progress. Eleanor always hates her house. Tahani very consistently hates Eleanor. Jay hates being forced into silence. And Chidi is a constant ball of stress. He’s gotten a very solid first few months of loop, it’s just, you know, the point where Eleanor’s stupid little meat brain starts bumping neurons together and figuring things out that’s the problem.

-So, fresh loop, day three, Eleanor once again looks to Janet for help and gets sent to Chidi…By day 43, Chidi’s teaching the rest of the quartet at Eleanor’s place, when she’s got to kick them all out because her soulmate has some kind of special surprise for her.

-Seems she’s with a chap named Sebastian this loop, who’s…

-Oh boy.

-A terrible singer, amongst other things. He has written a three-hour spoken-word jazz opera for her, and hey there’s Vicky in the back looking very displeased with her situation. Again, I would totally watch a spinoff show that’s just Vicky trying to reclaim her glory and get a leading role in this drama again.

-And also Eleanor realizes this has to be the Bad Place because no version of paradise would include three hours of this. Okay, fine, one more go.

-So Michael’s got to go out to Janet’s reboot button and of course her fail-safe mechanism kicks in as he kicks it on. Attempt 32 fades into attempt 57, 99, 108…Finally, Michael’s realizing the problem is Eleanor herself.

-And that’s when she steps on in instead of waiting to be called because the door was open, and, pardon, sir, did you just say this is the Bad Place? . . .

-Attempt 109. The door is now locked.

-Attempt 127, meet your soulmate, Greg. 146, meet Glenn. …Fuck it, 218, meet Tahani, let’s see how that goes. 291, meet Lerf. Attempt 333, your soulmate is a fucking dog.

-And whether at the welcome party, or the intro meeting, or on a pig farm with Chidi, or a traveling monk line, or the intro meeting again, Eleanor always figures it out. Even in a cactus field with a giant thing of balloons she has to get across safely okay that one was a little on the nose. And god, I wish I had screenshot power because farm gal Eleanor and Chidi with the world’s biggest pig are kind of amazing.

-BEES BEES BEES BEES

-Michael’s really getting tired of rebooting Janet, too. She’s started insisting she’s pregnant with his child. HE CAN’T EVEN MAKE THOSE. Is it physically possible for you to relax that failsafe a little? Nnnope.

-Eventually, the crew are straight up rioting at their setup meetings, and Vicky’s just feeling like this would all be so much smoother if she got a nice fat lead role again…

-By attempt 484, Michael is just in open despair as he drinks while recording. He’s so, fucking, tired of dealing with Eleanor being sooooo smart and lookit me I’m in the bad place bleh bleh bleh bleh. His boss still thinks they’re on version two, and the lies get worse. At this point, Michael has no other choice but to ride it through and he’s started stress eating and he’s getting bigger and he’s a fat monster!

-He’s doing this the whole time with Eleanor in the fucking chair because he just, does, not, care anymore. Fuck it, this one doesn’t count.

-Loop after loop. One with an Italian food theme. One with a French pastry theme. One with foods on sticks. By attempt number 649, Eleanor herself feels like she’s trying less, as she just openly walks away from nerd man Chidi.

-Day 55 of this loop, and they’re trying to make Chidi decide whether Eleanor goes downstairs or not. When Eleanor…

-Is too lost in her fighting so JAY FIGURES IT OUT THIS TIME.

-And Michael just despairs. I don’t blame him.

-Okay! Attempt 802! They’re a week in, Eleanor’s being taught by Chidi and hates it, Tahani and Jay are still doing their early loop. Things are looking like they might actually be stable…Time for a town meeting.

-And the only person there is Vicky. Because the crew is on strike. You’re WHAT?!

-Into his office, where she is pissed because they’ve lost the thread of their goals, she spent weeks working on an Australian accent (is that what you call that) that she never even got to use! HER demand is a more important role, but everyone has at least one demand.

-Lot of folks just want bigger houses. Gayle apparently wants a backstory where she was an MMA fighter. Gunnar wants his biting back. You know some of these would give the game away immediately, right, Vicky?

-Why do you think she’s the one here, Michael? She can help smooth over Gunnar and the other…problems. But a lot of this is doable, and it’ll go a long way to making the crew felt listened to.

-Over to Chidi trying to teach Eleanor, and on day two, and she’s…Not…Doing…Great. They end up taking a breather down at the clam chowder fountain, and find the place…Weirdly empty. What is going on here?

-And then Eleanor catches a whiff of…cigar smoke? She and Chidi go slip around a corner, and yep, there’s two of the crew, griping as they smoke cigars about how far off the rails this project is and what’s the point? They were fulfilled in their old gigs! Also there’s Todd who’s a giant magma monster without his human suit on.

-So Eleanor and Chidi know! And more importantly, they know away from Michael’s attention! Okay. Okay. Deep breaths. Focus. Simple answer. They need to keep this under their hats and figure out a plan. …Janet!

-Can they…leave the neighborhood?

-And this is how they end up on the train, and Chidi still thinks it’s the almond milk. By this point in the loop, Eleanor’s figured out about Jay, so he’s definitely another human. And she’s thinking Tahani might be, because, bluntly, Tahani’s kind of an asshole.

-So they end up at, where else…The medium place! And she’s kind of cross because this is the 15th time these idiots have shown up at her door and they have not brought one gram of the cocaine they promised.

-And while that’s going on, Michael is still negotiating with Vicky, trying to show how this could succeed for them. You could be torturing Jared from Subway! She has no faith that he’ll make it succeed, though. So, here’s her proposition. You’re going to reboot the situation one more time. And then she’s sitting in your chair. She’s got a whole specific plan that’s going to work.

-That’s insubordination! You won’t get away with it!

-And this, is a file of every mistake you’ve made over every reboot. Extortion, Michael! The X makes it sound cool.

-I’m getting my Vicky focused spinoff! YAY!

-Back in the Medium Place, here’s the scoop. Eleanor always makes it here with Janet, obviously. Chidi usually gets here, but not always. Sometimes Jay. One time even Tahani. But the end result is always the same. You promise to bring cocaine, and then you get rebooted, and you show up at her door without cocaine.

-So what do they do next? This place isn’t bad, they could just

-stay here forever? Yeah you try that most of the time. And then you end up going back. Sometimes for your friends. Sometimes because you catch her when she’s masturbating. Sometimes because she catches you when she’s masturbating. You always end up back with a plan, and the plan fails, and you end up here.

-So, here’s the good news. She started writing down the plans you guys tried, to cut things short. Here they are, have fun. So, attack Michael, seduce Michael, trick Michael, catch a magic panda and…use its powers…? This was a Jay plan, wasn’t it. Are you sure he got here in one piece and without head trauma?

-Back in town, Michael’s out thinking, when Jay comes by, and Michael’s…Fuck it, he needs to talk to someone. Come on, Jay. So to bring you up to speed, this is the Bad Place, you’re being tortured, now come listen and be his sounding board, sound good?

-Back to Eleanor and Chidi. So they tried throwing Tahani under the bus once, but Eleanor’s real willing to try it again. Under a bigger, more literal bus. Chidi is feeling like this is inevitable and endless loop, and it fucking sucks. They are being punished for the mistakes of life, but the rebooting means they can never learn! (Real talk if Michael presented it like that, that he’s keeping them stuck as bad people so the fun never has to stop, he could probably get approval for the whole operation, reboots and all.)

-And his frustration has her frustrated and furious, which sends her back into the house to talk with Mindy…Who has, for the record, heard this story 15 times in 15 ways and she is tired of it. Your complicated emotions inevitably lead to love and to boning and here. She gets out a tape, and from a spy camera, it’s Eleanor and Chidi in a bedroom in this house, admitting their love for each other. Sure, she got caught in the end, but.

-You two boned in eight days in this house, a total of like 20 times. …And, the…The love? Oh, just that one time. It kind of ruined the mood for her. She puts it at the end of the tape as a cool down for after she finishes.

-Eleanor, though, is in shock about the words. She’s only said ‘love’ to two men in her life. One was Stone Cold Steve Austin, and one was a guy who she thought was Stone Cold Steve Austin.

-But, but, she barely knows Chidi! They only just met! No, Eleanor, don’t you get it? You’ve known him across hundreds of attempts by Michael. You’ve spent…Well it’s been a long time since the real first time you met Chidi. Your mind might not remember it, but your gut does. Why do you think you end up working with him so many times?

-…She’s out of here. And she’s taking this tape! “Oh no, don’t, it’s my only copy.” Mindy’s a real piece of work, guys.

-So it’s back on the train, as Eleanor’s full of complicated thoughts…While back over with Michael, he’s trying to figure out his thoughts as he bounces things off of Jay. And Jay does not get the situation at all, but, okay there’s a lot of funny details but I’m gonna summarize for the sake of time.

-He was in a dance crew, Dance Dance Resolution: We Resolve to Dance. He had a falling out with a guy, who started another crew, and challenged DDR:WRtD to a dance-off. So they went, furious and vicious, and slashed all the tires of the other crew. And as stupid as that story is, Michael figures out a plan…

-And so, in his latest confrontation with them…Eleanor tries to threaten him with how they’re the only ones with power. You’re gonna run out of loops eventually, but they only have to nail it one time, buddy, so unless you want this all to come crashing down, you need to—

-He wants to work with them. He’s got problems with the crew and he needs people on the inside of the situation. What do you say? New best friends?

-Credits!

One of these days I will learn to stop expecting anything specific out of this show and just let it wash over me like the ocean.