#ok so i know we were going to close this but i found a pathway through so if you still want to

[justagalwhowrites]

Yearling - Ch. 29: Together

You and Joel find your way back to each other. A continuation of Yearling ch. 1-28 found on Tumblr here.

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Warnings: Smut. Smutty smutty smut smut smut. They missed each other so they fuck. In several positions. PIV sex and just a lot of it, OK? Also, there's a cliffhanger. No use of Y/N. Minors DNI 18+ Only 

Length: 7.5k

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You didn’t wait for the front door to close before you were touching him again. You couldn’t resist him, the feel of him warm and strong and all encompassing. It was hard to remember why you’d been afraid of him now that you were here beside him. The way your mind had melded Joel with the worst things that had ever happened to you felt so far away now. It had for a few weeks now. 

It was so easy to fall back into trusting him once you had to. He was looking out for Savvy. It scared you, at first, but you couldn’t force her to come home without risking her leaving Jackson entirely. You didn’t have another choice, you had to trust him to take care of her. 

But seeing how he cared for her just made you fully realize how he cared for you even as you’d pushed him away. Being close to him every day, the deep comfort of his drawl, his soft warmth, his gentle reassurance was almost intoxicating. You started looking forward to your daily visits to his house not just because you were closer to Savvy and hearing about her life but because it meant you got to be close to Joel and bask in the inherent safety of his presence. Once your body adjusted to the fear of Savvy being away from you again - and then the panic of Cody being close - the feelings for Joel flowed into those parts of you, filling the gaps and pathways in ways that were comfortable and familiar. 

It had grown into this now, a needy and demanding pull that led you to his front door. 

You pressed yourself firmly against him, his hands almost chastely holding your waist as your arms tightened around his neck. Every line of him was there, solidly against you, and there was too much between you. Your hands twisted in his hair for a moment, clutching him close, before sliding down to his chest and fumbling with the buttons there while you kissed him. Joel’s touch grazed up the curve of you, up and over your arms to find your wrists. He took them gently in his hands and pulled them from his shirt, holding them between your bodies as he pulled his lips, breathless, from your own. You frowned a little, looking into his eyes. His pupils were blown, his gaze desperate as his thumbs lightly traced your thudding pulse at the inside of your wrists. 

“Bambi,” he whispered, pressing his forehead to yours. “What do you want?” 

“You,” you whispered back, moving to kiss him again, but he pulled back, just far enough that your lips never met. You frowned, opening your mouth to protest, but he cut you off. 

“Know I said you can do what you want with me, but…” he sighed and closed his eyes for a moment, an almost pained expression on his face before he looked at you again. “We do this…I need to know you’re not going to leave again…”

“Joel…” 

“I don’t think I can survive that, baby,” he said softly, shaking his head a little. “Not right now and… look, if it were just me I was lookin’ after, it wouldn’t matter. But I got the girls to take care of and they need me. Much as I want this, I can’t risk it if you’re not gonna stay, not right now.” 

You slowly raised a hand, gently cupping his cheek, his head so large in your palm, and your finger softly traced the scar at his temple. He closed his eyes, pressing his skin into yours there as you held onto him. His grip on your wrist tightened to hold it still, your fingertips tracing the scar as he turned to press his lips to your pulse. 

“Want you, sweetheart,” he said, nuzzling into your touch. “Want you so bad it hurts. Do damn near anything for you. But I can’t risk losin’ myself right now, not when I need to keep it together for them.” 

You nodded and pressed yourself as close to him as you could manage, the hand that had remained almost stubbornly at your other wrist slipping around to the small of your back, cradling you against him. 

“Not leaving,” you said softly. He gripped you a little harder, his fingertips sinking into your skin. “I’m not saying I might not need time now and then, I don’t know yet, but I’m not leaving. I’m sorry I did…” 

“Don’t be,” his thumb gently traced the inside of your wrist before he kissed you there again, mouth wet and soft and lush on your skin. “What you said… it was all true. All of it. There’s a lot of shit I did that I’m not proud of in my life but the shit I turned a blind eye to then… more ashamed of that than anything I ever did myself.” 

“But it’s different now,” you trailed your fingers through his graying curls before cradling the back of his head. “That was a long time ago, I know that, and I should have been able to understand that things were different then and…” 

“Sweetheart…” 

“I can’t lose you again either,” you said quietly, tugging his forehead gently to your own and closing your eyes for a moment when you connected there, too. You took a moment and just breathed him in, his skin smelling woodsy and masculine and like home. You opened your eyes again and found his,  “I was so afraid and in so much pain but I missed you, I missed you so much, I missed you the whole time and I…” Your voice broke and a stray tear slipped down your cheek. “It was so hard to find a reason to keep going without you and I…I don’t want to have to try to find a reason ever again. I can’t lose you again, Joel, I can’t…” 

His hand slipped over your arm and he gently took your chin in his large hand, tilting your head to press his lips to yours. His kiss was almost hesitant, delicate. The way his fingers clutched at your back or gripped your chin were the only indication that he wanted more. You pressed yourself tighter to him and he groaned, holding you against his body, his hand slipping from your chin to hold your nape, his lips growing more insistent. Eventually, he pulled back from you, breath heavy on your skin, his eyes searching yours. 

“Can’t lose me,” he said, breathless. “I’m yours, always belonged to you…” 

You nodded and kissed him again, hungry and desperate. Your hold on him shifted without even really thinking about it, clutching onto him, the burn of need flaring in your stomach. You weren’t sure who started moving your bodies toward the stairs, you or him, but you were there before too long, your lips only pulling away from his long enough to make it to the landing on the second floor. 

By the time you were in his bedroom, his shirt was unbuttoned and you were shoving it down his arms, needy fingers sinking into his flesh as soon as they could reach it. He was so big, his chest and shoulders and arms thick and firm and sculpted but his stomach warm and soft and you remembered, suddenly, curling up with him in bed before. How your head would rest there, how his palm would rhythmically smooth your hair back from your face, how warm and safe and comfortable he was. 

Joel pulled away from you just enough to pull your shirt - really, his shirt - up and over your head before tugging your bared skin flush to his own with a needy moan. He closed his eyes for a moment before he took your face in his hand, his gaze raw and open. 

“This what you want?” He asked. His voice trembled. You just nodded, already trying to bring his mouth back to yours as quickly as you could. “Thank fuck,” he said, barely getting the words out before you were kissing him again. 

You tugged almost frantically at his pants as he moved you back toward the bed, unclasping your bra as he went. It didn’t seem to matter how quickly you were undressing each other or how close he already was to you, it wasn’t enough. The fire in you that had started downstairs was an inferno now, licking up through your skin to reach your throat, out to your limbs, the only thing that seemed to quench it was the knowledge that he’d be inside you soon, that you’d be even closer soon. 

Joel’s jeans and underwear were on the floor when you reached the bed, your jeans open before you fell back onto the mattress, crawling back to the middle of it as he almost ripped your body free of your remaining clothes. You reached for him, fingers stretching and groping to pull him closer and you had the fleeting thought that you should feel vulnerable and exposed here like this. If it was anyone else, you would. But with Joel, all you wanted was more. More of him on you and around you and inside you, more of yourself laid bare for him and there for the taking.

He climbed over you, thick cock dripping in his hand as he looked down at you, a desperate look on his face. 

“Much as I want to take this slow…” he began, panting, but you cut him off. 

“I don’t. Just… please, Joel. I need…” 

“I’ve got you, baby,” he said, lining his cock head up with your entrance, his forehead against yours. You nodded against him and he kissed you, deep and familiar. He pressed into you, moaning against your mouth as his length opened you to him. You arched into the delicious, stinging stretch as he filled you to the root of him, all of him inside the whole of you. 

It was very nearly too much. You could feel him so clearly within yourself, how he fit you the way nothing else ever had, how his whole body overwhelmed yours in a way that was a comfort and not a threat. You brought your palm to press against his chest, over his heart to touch the life of him there. You could feel the desperate pant of his breaths, the heavy thrumming of his pulse below your touch, how vital he was. He pulled his lips from you and dropped his head to your chest, breathless for a moment. 

“Joel,” you whimpered, rocking your hips up against him, needing the friction so badly it made your head spin. His hand fisted in the sheets near your head as he gasped, pushing deeper into you, the weighty press of his hips forcing yours to settle. 

“Need you to be still, need you to gimme a minute,” he groaned. You could feel his heartbeat in the base of his cock where you were stretched taut around him. “Fuck… You feel… Jesus, need to make you come and I’ll finish too fast if you keep doin’ that, baby, please…” 

“I don’t care,” you wrapped your arms around him, clutching onto him. “Don’t care if you come too quick, as long as you’re inside me I don’t care, please, Joel, please, I need to feel you, please.” You tilted your hips below him as best you could below his weight and your channel closed around him, so much of you going molten and drawing tight into yourself. “Do whatever you want with me, I need you, Joel. I need you.” 

He lifted his head from your chest and looked down at you, smoothing your hair back, his large palm coming to rest at the crown of your head. 

“I’m yours,” he said softly. “Always have been.” 

He started to move then, drawing back as you whimpered below him only to thrust back in and fill you again. He tried to go slow at first, you could feel him holding back. But you met him thrust for thrust, hand slipping up his back to tangle in his curls. His gaze held yours as he moved in you harder, faster, the ache in you drawing sharp and tight around him, heat spreading from the core of you into everything you were. 

“Fuck, I missed you,” his breaths grew ragged, thrusts stuttering inside of you. “Missed you so fucking much.” 

He kissed you before you had a chance to respond, his tongue sweeping into your mouth. You met him there, too, every inch of you clawing to be close to every inch of him as he fucked into you, your orgasm building hot and full inside you. Your nails sank into his skin as the band of pleasure inside you drew as tight as it could go and you pulled back from him enough to take a gasping breath as it snapped, your channel throbbing and pulsing around him. 

“Oh fuck,” he panted, keeping up his sharp, heady strokes. “Fuck, there you go, coming so good for me, fuck, you’re gonna milk me dry like that baby, not gonna last…” 

“Good,” you managed, back arched so your stomach was flush with his. “Want to feel you, please Joel, fuck, please, need you to come in me please, please, please…” 

You kept begging like a mantra, pleading the only thing you seemed to know how to do, until he thrust deep one last time.

“Fuck!” He came apart inside you, his head pressed against the soft back of your core. His cock throbbed thick and heavy and deep, so hard that you could feel the contractions of his orgasm in his hips as they were flush to yours, the pulsing against your clit drawing your own climax out as you pulled his come deep into you. 

He all but collapsed on you as he finished, his body going nearly limp on yours as you held him in the cradle of your hips, gently stroking his hair and back as he panted for breath. After a few minutes, he kissed you softly and slipped his softening cock from your dripping core, laying at your side. You rolled to be against him, your head on his chest as his arm slipped around your shoulders, holding you close. You just felt him exist beside you for a moment, basking in the smell of his skin and the warmth of his body and the rise and fall of his chest. His fingers trailed softly up and down your arm, tracing a delicate pattern there. 

“You’re here,” he said quietly, eventually. 

“I’m here,” you said back, adjusting your head to look at his face. But his head wasn’t angled like it would be on a pillow, instead just flat and staring up at the ceiling. You frowned and adjusted so you could actually see him and he smiled a little as you propped yourself up on your elbow, his fingers slipping to your back and brushing over your spine. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“No idea how much I missed you,” he reached up and traced along your hairline to your ear, down your jaw, your throat. “Fuck, not sure how I made it this long without you…” 

“I missed you, too,” you said, your hand resting over his heart again, feeling his pulse in his chest. The two of you just looked at each other for a moment before you glanced around the head of the bed and frowned. 

“What?” He asked, still sounding blissed out, as he pressed his thumb lightly to where your eyebrows drew together. 

“Where are your pillows?” You asked. “That can’t be comfortable.” 

He laughed a little. 

“I’m not that old, baby,” he said. “I’m doin’ fine. Great, actually.” 

“But where are they?” You asked again, frown deepening. He flinched a bit. “OK, now you really have to tell me.” 

“Well,” he said, hesitant, his hand stilling on your back, fingers spread wide on your bare skin. “See, pillows are a bit of a finite resource around here, don’t have a ton…” 

“OK…” You said, eyes narrowing slightly. 

“And…” he took a deeper breath. “Well… Didn’t really feel right, sleepin’ in here without you. Bed seemed real big without you in it…” 

“Joel,” you gaped at him. “Where have you been sleeping?” 

“Couch,” he shrugged. “So I moved the pillows down there and…”

“You’ve been sleeping on your couch?” You asked, incredulous. “For how long?” 

“Haven’t…” he paused. “Haven’t slept in here without you.” 

“Joel!” 

“It’s a comfortable couch,” he said, smiling a little. “It wasn’t bad. Better than being in here without you.” 

You lay back down with a groan, burying your face in his neck, nuzzling into his skin. 

“You shouldn’t have done that,” you said quietly. 

He shrugged.

“I’m sorry,” you said, lips brushing the soft skin at the base of his throat. “I wasn’t trying to hurt you…” 

“I know,” he whispered, his fingertips finding new paths over your skin. “And it wasn’t you that hurt me, it was myself. Had to come to terms with a lot of shit I just… hadn’t dealt with. It was easier to pretend that part of my life didn’t happen. Never tried to pretend like I was a good man. Hell, never tried to pretend like I was even an innocent one. But knowing I hurt you… that was hard to live with. I did what I could to live without you and live with knowin’ that.” 

You adjusted so your head was level with his and he turned to look at you, his brown eyes so warm and soft and deep. You reached out, trailing your fingers through his curls, tracing over his skin before you gently cupped his cheek, your forefinger coming to rest at the scar on his temple. You leaned in and kissed him softly, delicately, your lips more ghosting over the plushness of his than pressing fully against him. 

“I think you’re a good man,” you whispered. 

He laughed softly, once. 

“M’not,” he said. “And I’m definitely not good enough for you. But I promise you, I’ll spend the rest of my life trying to be. Don’t think I can make up for what I did before but I’m gonna do my damndest.” 

“You’re good,” you said, thumb gently brushing against his cheekbone. “What you did then… it doesn’t matter, not anymore. You’re the best man I’ve known. You’re good. As much as those other men took from me, don’t let them take that, too. You’re a good man, Joel Miller. You’re a good man and I… I love you.” 

His eyes searched yours for a moment before he slowly, cautiously, kissed you. His large hand slipped over your jaw, your cheek, tangled in your hair as he pressed his lips to yours. The kiss was slow and gentle at first, almost hesitant, but it didn’t stay that way for long. It shifted to deep and desperate, his tongue dipping into you as he rolled fully onto his side to line his body up with yours. 

The almost overwhelming ache that had eased when he’d pressed deep inside you before flared back to life and you whimpered against his mouth as his hand moved from your face, down your body to grip your thigh. He hitched your leg over his hip, his fingertips sinking into the meat of you there as his thick cock hardened and brushed against your grasping hole that still leaked his spend and your own. 

“Joel,” you breathed as he rocked his length against you, the head of him just barely catching at your entrance before sliding over your slit to your clit and back down again. 

“Not too sore?” He asked softly, want seeping into his voice. 

“Not too sore,” you whispered back. “Want you, please…” 

He didn’t need to be told twice, pressing his head into you with a low, needy moan. 

It was different this time. He moved slower, pushing in an inch at a time as your body held his. You could feel everything about him like this, the precise way he made room for himself inside of you, the way the soft of his belly pressed against yours, the way his breathing stuttered when your channel fluttered a little in pleasure as he reached somewhere deeper. His hand skimmed over your skin from your thigh to your breast, cupping and gently squeezing the tender, plush fullness of you there as he kissed from your lips to your cheek, over your jaw down your throat as he reached the end of you. He kissed back up your neck to your forehead and you pulled back from him just enough to look down between your bodies to see where you were joined. 

Something at the back of your mind pulled at you, an inkling that the sight of the two of you together should be obscene or dirty or, at the very least, indulgent. But you couldn’t bring yourself to think of it that way. Seeing him in your body that way, the combination of your release rimming the base of his cock and dampening his coarse hair, your slit spread wide to take him into yourself, lower lips swollen with your need for him like this? All you could see was the rightness of him inside of you, the beauty of your bodies joining the way you felt like they’d always been made to do. 

You looked back to him and he tugged you closer so there was no space between you at all, the hand that was holding your breast slipping around your back to press you tighter to him. He pulled you so close that your cheek came to rest atop his, his hips completely flush with yours, his cock so deep inside of you that it bordered on pain. You looped your arm around his shoulder to keep yourself close and he pressed a kiss to your collarbone. 

“Joel,” you breathed. “M’so full…” 

“I know,” he whispered back, flexing his hips just enough to pull a small whimper from you. “Need to be this close to you though, baby…” 

You nodded down into his shoulder and took a deep breath, pulling the warm scent of him deep into your lungs. 

“I love you,” your lips brushed his skin when you spoke. “I love you so, so much, Joel.” 

He moaned and pulled back in a way that would be almost imperceptible if your bodies weren’t so closely tied, just enough to find a bit of friction as he pushed back in, not even pulling back a full inch of himself like he couldn’t bear to be any further from you than that. 

“I love you,” he nuzzled into your skin. “More than anything, I love you.” 

He pulled back ever so slightly again, the drag of his head inside you catching on the most tender part of the depths of you, the press of his hips finding your clit with every stroke. 

Joel build your next orgasm slowly, keeping the slow and gentle and easy rhythm inside of you as he held you close and tight, allowing his hands and lips to explore you while you just clutched onto him, drawing tighter and tighter within yourself as he worked you expertly. 

“Joel,” you whimpered, so close to the edge, clutching onto him desperately. “Please, I… I need…” 

You couldn’t seem to find the words, the steady rocking of him keeping you hovering there, body taut and tense and ready. 

“So tight on me, baby,” he grazed your earlobe with his teeth and you whimpered again, tears stinging the edges of your eyes, your pussy drawing in even tighter. “Oh you’re so close, so close aren’t you?” You nodded frantically against him, your lips pressing into his shoulder wet and heavy. “Need just a little more? Just a little more to come for me?” 

Before you had a chance to even nod, the hand that had been spread wide across the middle of your back sank lower, splaying over the small of your back and holding you tight, tilting you just how he wanted as he thrust in just a little harder, just a little deeper, each motion punctuated by little grunts as he took you. 

“Come for me,” his voice was so desperate at your ear. “Know you can baby, know you need to, just let yourself go. I’ve got you, take such good care of you, make you feel so good, just let go for me. All you have to do is let go for me, c’mon baby…” 

Your fingers clutched onto him and you came with a small, strangled cry and you felt his hips stutter for a stroke before he picked up the pace again, your tightness fluttering over him. 

“Fuck, there you go,” his voice was tense as you felt. “Chokin’ my cock, fuck baby, fuck I’m gonna…” he pressed deep and hard and you felt the heavy throb of him coming inside you, two pulses spilling into you before he started pumping into you again. You whimpered, the aftershocks of your orgasm taking you as you went limp in his arms. “Doin’ so good, take it all baby, know you can…” 

You just nodded weakly against him, not able to move any further than that as he thrust two more times before leaving himself deep inside of you as he finished, his hold on you relaxed just a little. You just stroked his back, brushing your lips along his shoulder before you pulled back enough to properly look at him again. He smiled softly at you and you smiled a little back before moving to kiss him lightly. But when he went to pull himself from you, your leg tightened around him, holding him deep. 

“Can you stay inside me?” You whispered. “Please? Not ready for you to be away from me yet…” 

“Course baby,” he said, his hold on you tightening a bit as he rolled onto his back, taking you with him, leaving you splayed on his chest. “Give you whatever you want.” 

His large palm skated up and down your spine, your head suddenly light and fuzzy. You took a deep breath and let yourself relax against him, the feeling of him warm and full as he softened inside you. 

“Love you, Joel,” you said softly, exhaustion catching up with you quickly. You barely heard him say it back as you fell asleep. 

***

“Should tell Tommy we can’t go,” Joel said quietly, his fingers in your hair as you lay on top of him. You were so warm and soft against him. He felt you smile into his chest. 

“Can’t do that,” you said. “C’mon, you know this is the last big sweep for infected before winter really sets in…” 

“Fine,” he said. “Tell Tommy he can go with Julie so you can come with me.” 

You laughed once against him before raising your head just enough to look at him. 

“You do realize we can’t just fuck the whole time we’re on patrol, right?” You asked, brows raised. 

“I do understand this, yes,” he smiled a little. “But you’re a far better view than Tommy…” You scoffed and buried your face in his chest again. “What? You are.” You kissed the middle of his chest and his heart rate picked up. 

“We should go,” you said, kissing him over his pounding heart this time. “Especially if you want time to try to talk your brother into changing patrol partners…” 

He sighed, giving you a final squeeze, memorizing how your skin felt on his own. You were so damn soft, seemed impossible that something as soft as you could exist in this fucked up world but you did and you were here, with him, in his bed, in his arms. 

You’d fallen asleep before him and he lay there below you, feeling your heartbeat through your skin and the rise and fall of your chest, your whole body relaxed on him. 

He wasn’t sure he’d ever get this with you again. Not just the sex - though he’d have killed to have that with you, too - but the closeness. He’d have done anything to feel you, pliant and trusting, against him again. More than anything else, he needed you to feel safe with him again. He wasn’t sure how he was supposed to get through the rest of his life without that. He needed to be able to take care of you and protect you and make sure that you were happy and he couldn’t do that if you didn’t trust him enough to be beside him. 

But then you were asleep on him, no tension anywhere in you, close enough to him that he could feel all of you. 

It was still dark when he woke up. You’d adjusted in the night, his cock slipping out of you and you winding around the side of him, your arm draped over his chest, head on his shoulder. He lifted his head just enough to look down at you and smiled a little before he kissed your forehead. You pressed closer, a needy little moan slipping from your lips, a rock of your slick pussy against his hip. He trailed his fingers down from your shoulder, your arm, to graze your breast before gently cupping you there, your skin soft and full against his callused hand. He felt you stir against him, your body seeking out more and more of his, his cock getting hard at the feeling of your skin gliding over his. Then, the wet press of your mouth at his chest and a deliberate grind of your clit against him. 

“Morning,” he said softly. 

“Hi,” you whispered before kissing his chest again, pressing closer. “How late is it?” 

“Not sure,” his thumb brushed the stiff peak of your nipple and you shuddered against him. “Think we got some time, though…” 

You straddled him, giving his cock just a few gentle strokes, spreading his precome over his thick shaft before lowering yourself onto him, head thrown back as you moaned. He held your hands as your fingers laced with his, supporting your weight as you sank down on him and he watched himself disappear into the swollen heat of you.

“Fuck,” he groaned. You were so wet, so tight, so soft and you were you. It didn’t matter that he’d come twice just a few hours earlier, he was already ready to spill into you again, had to actively try to not fill you now, just the feel of you around him enough to send him over the edge. You settled over him, his cock full seated inside of you, your walls stretched and holding him so damn close. 

“Joel,” you whimpered, your hands moving from his own to spread wide on his chest, fingertips pressing down into his skin.

“I know,” he whispered, his hands going to your waist. “I know, baby, I know…” 

You nodded and started to ride him then, slow and needy at first, always pressing him so deep and grinding your clit down against him on every stroke. He just watched you, the glow of the moon catching on your skin, your hair. He wasn’t entirely sure you weren’t a dream, that maybe he’d lost his mind somewhere along the way and had just fallen into this place within himself where you let him love you again, where you took him into yourself and held him there, clutching onto him the way he did to you. But he could feel you so clearly, the way your pussy would tighten and pulse once around him as your climax built, the way your fingers would press and try to curl into his chest, the way your breath shuddered below his hands as you got closer to coming, he knew you were real. You had to be real. But he could feel some part of you holding back as you rose and fell on him, body drawn so tight around him. 

“It’s OK baby,” his hold on your waist tightened. “You can come, just come, just take what you need, it’s OK. I’ve got you, you’re OK, I’ll take care of you…” 

You nodded, riding him harder for a few strokes before thrusting down deep, his cock notched against the very back of you and you cried out almost painfully as your pussy fluttered around him. You collapsed on top of him, your head in his chest, panting for breath as you came and came around him, the throbbing of your walls not weakening or slowing and he was going to lose himself to you again, he could feel it, as he thrust up against your pulsing core, one of his hands going to the small of your back to hold you still as he fucked up into you, thrusting deep as he came again, spilling himself inside of you. 

It took both of you some time to come down from that, you still on top of him, his hands cradling your body to his as the first hints of daylight came in through the window. 

He’d have been happy to just stay here like this forever. But you were right. The patrol had to happen.

“C’mon then,” he said, nudging you ever so slightly. “Let’s go, better believe I’m gonna try to talk Tommy into going out with you instead of him…” 

You laughed a little and stretched up to kiss his lips as you slipped him out of you and got up, looking out to the sky as you did. 

“I still have go run past my place,” you sighed, finding your clothes on the floor. 

“You packed yet?” He asked, getting up, too. 

“Last night,” you said. “Didn’t want to push it this morning…” 

“I’ll get it,” he said, taking the shirt you were about to put on from you. You frowned but he replaced it with the shirt you’d taken off of him the night before and you smiled a little, shrugging into it. “You can get to the stables, not rush so much…” 

“Already taking care of me, hm?” You teased a little, buttoning the shirt up. 

“All I want to do, sweetheart,” he smiled, giving you a quick kiss. 

It felt good, getting ready alongside you. He knew he probably should have showered but he couldn’t bring himself to wash you off of him yet, he wanted to go on patrol with you lingering on his skin, wanted to smell like you, taste like you. 

As the two of you made it down stairs, he frowned at the window. It had snowed overnight, the ground covered in at least an inch of the stuff, more thick clouds on the horizon to the west. 

“Shit,” you said, tugging your boots on. “I left my coat at home…” 

“Got a solution to that,” he said, going to his closet and pulling out the coat you’d taken from him on your first day in Jackson. You hesitated for a moment before taking it, fingers tracing over the soft fleece of the collar. 

“Where’d you get this?” You asked softly. 

“Maria gave it to me,” he said. “Day you left. I haven’t been wearin’ it, didn’t feel right, but… Wanted to keep it. In case you ever wanted it again.” 

In case you ever wanted me again. He didn’t say that part. 

“Thank you,” you said, slipping your arms into the coat and pressing your nose to the collar with a soft smile on your face. 

“Course,” he smiled a little back. It felt right, seeing you in his shirt and his coat. Like you belonged inside of what was his, surrounded and protected by him. This was how it was supposed to be, you with him, safe and happy. 

He kissed you goodbye at the end of his walk and you gave him the key to your place. The light was on in the window and he let himself inside for the first time in months. Your house was the same as he remembered, books on end tables and a stack of CD cases on top of the stereo, the guitar he’d made you lying on the couch like you’d been playing it just before deciding to come over. That made him smile.

He found your bag in your bedroom, the deer he’d carved you on your nightstand and that made him smile, too. Like it was some sign that you’d never stopped loving him, never stopped wanting him close, not really. You’d just needed some time. He understood it. You’d come back to him when you were ready. That was all that mattered, all that he cared about. You were his and he was yours, always had been. 

Tommy beat him to the stables and you’d already saddled a horse when Joel got there. His brother was talking with Jesse and Joel pulled Tommy aside, you catching his eye as he did, a little smile on your lips. 

“Got a favor to ask,” Joel said once they were out of earshot of the others. 

“Sure,” Tommy frowned. “What’s goin’ on?” 

“Wonderin’ if you wouldn’t mind headin’ out with Julie,” he said, voice low. “Hoping I could go with Bambi…” 

Tommy’s brows knitted together for a second before he barked a laugh, clapping his hand down on Joel’s shoulder. 

“You son of a bitch,” he laughed. 

“Will you keep it down?” Joel hissed. “C’mon…” 

“Knew you two would work it out eventually,” he said. “Took you idiots long enough…” 

“Can you just…” 

“Sorry, sorry,” Tommy said, hands up in surrender. “Good for you, man, happy for you. But… shit, Joel, not the best time to be mixin’ up the patrol.” 

Joel frowned. 

“What…” 

“Well,” Tommy sighed. “Hadn’t mentioned this to you yet but… got us takin’ a route that I think is gonna be a bit rougher. Now, Bambi’s a damn good shot and lord knows she can outride either of us but I’ll be honest, don’t think I trust you out with her on a route like this. Think you’d be so busy worryin’ about her, you’d get hurt. And Julie’s decent but she’s not you, don’t want her on a route like this one. If it were any other time, brother, you know I’d say yes - fuck knows you need to get laid more…” 

“Jesus, Tommy.” 

“And I’d be all for sending you two lovesick fools out together,” he ignored him. “Just not this time. Besides, don’t imagine that you want her that close to a mess of infected, anyway…” 

“No, you’re right,” Joel sighed. “If it’s gonna be a rougher one then it’s better if it’s you and me. Just… shit timing is all.” 

“Sorry man,” Tommy said. “But it’s just two days. Promise I’ll stick the two of you together next time.” 

Joel nodded, looking back toward you as you worked on saddling up Ares. He could see you talking to the horse, the soft look you got on your face when you spoke to your animals as you worked. Fuck, he loved you. 

Ellie showed up a bit late and grabbed your wrist when she got there, dragging you outside with an almost stern look on her face. You just shrugged at Joel as you passed him, looking like you were fighting the urge to laugh. 

He didn’t get a chance to properly talk to you again before the patrol left, just half a moment in the corner of the stable once the horses were saddled and the last of the patrol members trickled in, Olivia handing horses off to people. 

“Can’t trade out,” Joel said quietly, hands in his pockets. “Just ain’t the patrol for it.”

“Starting to think you were right,” you sighed. “Should have just said we can’t go, too damn bad…” 

He smiled a little, eyes tracing your face as you looked out into the stable, arms crossed over your chest. 

“Be careful out there,” he said softly. 

You looked back at him. 

“I will if you will,” you said. “You’d better come back in one piece, Joel, or I swear to God…” 

He smiled and took your chin gently in his fingers, tilting your face toward his own before kissing you gently. 

“Not a damn thing that’s keepin’ me from coming home to you,” he said. “See you soon, baby.” 

You kissed him again before pulling back from him. 

“See you soon.”  

Tommy, to his credit, was nice enough to not give Joel shit about you the first day of patrol. He’d half expected to have to put up with his brother’s shit, his damn near merciless teasing, but Tommy didn’t say a damn thing. He just glanced in Joel’s direction every now and then, a small half smile on his face when he did. 

When more snow moved in that evening, quickly going from gentle drifting to a near blizzard, they took shelter for the night short of where they’d been hoping to get after tracking what looked like a large group of infected for most of the day. 

“So,” Joel asked as they sat around the fireplace of a long-abandoned cabin. “Just how bad was I that you’re not even giving me shit now that we’ve figured it out?” 

Tommy considered him for a moment before squaring his jaw and nodding a little. 

“Pretty fuckin’ bad,” he said eventually. “I’ve seen you in some bad ways, Joel. When Ellie took off, when you first came to Jackson and you started to really deal with some of what happened, when… when Sarah…” 

Joel just nodded, his throat feeling thick. 

“This was bad,” he continued. “I was worried, for a while, that I might not get my brother back. Thanked God every damn day that at least you had Ellie again. Not sure what you might’ve done without that girl but… I kept hoping you and Bambi would work it out. Know you didn’t want to say much about it and I’m not about to press you on it now but I kept hoping. You with her and Ellie? Happiest I’ve seen you in more than 20 years and you deserve that happiness, Joel. May not believe me when I say it but you do. And I’m glad you’re gettin’ back to it.” 

“Don’t know that I deserve a damn thing when it comes to either of them,” Joel shook his head a little but smiled all the same. “But fuck if I don’t feel lucky that I have ‘em.” 

The next day, Joel was starting to think the infected had pushed through to the south and that they’d missed taking out the group this season. It had been strange enough, seeing signs of that many this far north this time of year but it would have been a good opportunity to take them out when hopefully they were weaker, the humanity of them frostbitten and disabled by the cold. But he wasn’t about to argue with dodging a fight, either. 

It was late morning when he realized they were wrong, he and Tommy stumbling on the whole hoard of them as they tried to force their way into some storage at the old ski resort. 

“Jesus fuck,” Tommy said from the ridge, looking down at them. “How are there that fuckin’ many?” 

“They’re after something,” Joel muttered, binoculars up as he tried to figure out what. 

“We should go back,” Tommy said. “Get some back up, this is too damn many…” 

“My girls are out here, Tommy,” Joel said, looking over at his brother for a moment. 

“Shouldn’t be them in there right now,” Tommy said. Joel could tell he was trying to comfort him but he just sounded uncertain. “Their routes didn’t pass near here.” 

“But they’re out here,” Joel said, looking through the binoculars again. “I can’t risk them gettin’ killed because they’re overrun…” 

He found what the infected were after then. A girl, she couldn’t have been much older than Ellie, taking cover behind a fence, her dirty blonde hair in a long braid down her back. 

“Shit,” Joel said, stashing the binoculars and already starting to guide Ares down the ridge. 

“You’ve gotta be joking,” Tommy said, already following. “Joel, it’s a fucking suicide mission…” 

“There’s some kid in there,” he snapped back over his shoulder. “You really want to leave her to get killed? Would you want someone to leave William or Ellie or Savvy to get bit?” 

Tommy sighed. 

“This better not be a fuckin’ mistake Joel,” he said. 

Joel pressed Ares faster, thinking about you as he did. 

“Sure hope it’s not.” 

Next Chapter

A/N: Yeah, that's who you think it is.

I WARNED YOU ABOUT A CLIFFHANGER OK? REMEMBER HOW I DID A POLL AND WAS LIKE "DO YOU GUYS WANT THE SMUT NOW WITH MORE POSSIBLE TIME BETWEEN CHAPTERS?" AND Y'ALL WERE LIKE "GIVE US THE SMUT KIT, WE WANT IT" AND I WAS LIKE "OK BUT REMEMBER THIS IS WHAT YOU ASKED FOR" so this is what you're getting I'M SORRY.

I'm begging you to please trust me with this story. Also, I will spoil it if you ask, just DM me if you don't want to wait to see how it turns out next chapter.

My asks are also open if you want to just yell at me. I get it.

...Please trust me? Please? Also, remember that I love you? And Joel? And Bambi?

OK I'm going to go hide.

...Love you.

OK bye.

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𝓼𝓮𝓮𝓲𝓷 𝓻𝓮𝓭 | 𝓶𝓪𝓽 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝔃𝓪𝓵 𝓪𝓾 ↠ weekends with the martins! - blurb ↠ au masterlist! ↠ word count 1.3K little longer than i wanted lol ↠ warnings: one swear word!

when olivia found out that mat out of all people, was being invited to her weekend with the martins- she was understandably annoyed. she was ticked, even. "you're kidding." was the first thing out of her mouth this morning, once sydney told her. matt smirked as he took in sydney's reaction, "why? what happened between you two?" sydney responded with a slight teasing tone. olivia rolled her eyes, "nothing happened." she said before sipping her hot coffee. sydney pressed, "well it doesn't seem like that. he left shortly after you went upstairs...if something did we won't be upset. right hun." she said whipping her head towards her husband who just nodded. "nothing happened, and if he said something did- he's lying." olivia rasped, before turning on her heel and heading over towards winnie in the playroom. sydney and matt looked at one another with a knowing look and in a hushed tone, "do you understand how many questions he's been asking about her? she said something to him and it's captivated him." matt said and that made sydney giggle. "y'know you did the same exact thing, right?" she teased before leaving him and alice in the kitchen.

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a few hours later, the martins, mat and olivia were walking through east hamptons after a quick ride up east. it had snowed a few days prior, and the small historic beach town made olivia's heart swell. she absolutely adored new england, and this was close as she could get before going back out west. mat had barely said anything beyond greeting her, much to the redheads surprise. she believed he would ramble in her ear to death, but so far he's been respecting her space. "hey our friends invited us over to their place. is that ok? the kids will get tired out before we drive home." matt announced, as they walked back to the car after eating a late brunch. olivia and mat nodded, while helping get the two kiddos in the car. olivia hopped in the back first and buckled in winnie as sydney buckled in alice. "come on dude..let us buckle you." mat teased winnie, who shrieked in response. "dude." winnie repeated, as she let him buckle her. "yeah dude." matt repeated which caused winnie to laugh loudly once more. mat situated himself next to the girl, on the other end of the three seater. she could feel him staring at her, before looking away. she looked up at him, and took in his pink nose and rosy cheeks. she saw the sharp jawline creeping out from his winter jacket. he also had soft dark locks, poking out from his beanie - no toque - as he called it. she found herself staring a bit too long, and quickly looked away. not without mat noticing ofcourse.

matt drove them about 15 minutes away from downtown, and the group pulled up to a quintessential new england style house, making her smile. "are these the wilsons?" olivia asked unbuckling winnie for sydney, and sydney nodded. "yep, they're from the cape originally." she hummed and olivia giggled, "really? couldn't tell?" she teased referencing the hosue, causing sydney to smile. sydney knew just how much olivia adored new england, and the safety net it provided. as kids, that was there happy place away from the hustle and bustle of the football season, and there- the two could be as wild and free as they liked. mat let her out of the car first, after the two kids exited. as soon as olivia and mat began to walk up the pathway, olivia hit a small patch of black ice, and olivia quickly fell back with mat catching her just a bit. "woah..not so fast." he teased as his arms instinctively found her back, as her legs were taken out from under her. she clutched her chest, not believing that she hadn't fallen on her ass. "you good?" sydney asked concerningly, as she looked back after hearing a small shriek. "uh yeah." olivia said shaking herself from mat's grip. "you sure?" he questioned, and she looked back at him for a brief second. she responded with a small nod, before stepping around the ice and following the martins up the pathway.

"ive heard so much about you! im alyssa!" a tall brunette said, pulling the young girl into a hug. "you as well! im olivia." the redhead smiled, before turning back to make room for mat. "now I've heard so much more about you!" alyssa gushed causing sydney to chuckle at olivia's reaction. "our little ones are a HUGE fan." alyssa added and mat smile, "lets meet the gremlins." he joked, causing alyssa and her husband to laugh. "lets go!" alyssa said pulling olivia by the hand into the house, behind everybody.

the two toddlers, mat and olivia found themselves outside a little while late. olivia and mat pummeled each other with snowballs, making the two young ones laugh. "im getting you esiason!" he yelled, running after her. she shrieked once he grabbed ahold of her, and then the two fell over into the packing snow. "you minx!" olivia screamed, causing the two little ones to giggle. they made their descent onto the older pair, just as mat stared down at olivia. her pale freckled face, completely red and her button nose was deep red. "oh were getting you!" olivia screamed, pulling herself away from his gaze and towards her niece. olivia rolled herself out of his hold, and stood up holding out her arms pretending she was gonna scoop winnie up. mat picked up lily wilson, and twirled her around causing her to laugh loudly.

sydney and matt watched from inside, as the hosts grabbed some light cocktails. "god he is so smitten, its nauseating." matt said causing sydney to laugh loudly. "too bad she doesn't like him." sydney responded, taking ahold of the glass. "no?" alyssa questioned and sydney shook her head. "no she cant stand him, though- we suspect something happened between them at new years but both of them have been zip." she said shrugging. "oh yeah, if she doesn't like him- talk about chemistry." alyssa pointed out, before they heard the backdoor open.

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the 6 of them headed back down to long island, and the martins offered the extra bedroom to mat who gladly accepted it, after an 11:30 pm arrival time. much, much later than they had anticipated. "can you show him the room and stuff?" sydney asked without waiting for an answer, while mat and her slipped upstairs to put the kids down. olivia sighed, before looking towards mat who was already staring at her. "are you 5 or can you find it yourself?" she questioned, annoyance lacing every word. she didn't wait for an answer, and headed to the kitchen to grab a bottle of water.

"what do you have against me, huh? you've been nothing but rude today." he said following her, hot on her tail. she sighed, "can you not? im not in the mood." she said beginning to drink her water. he shook his head, standing his guard as he leaned against the counter island. "you don't want me to say how i really feel, because it'll hurt your feelings pretty boy." she countered, and he chuckled. "so you find me attractive, who'd a thought?" he teased and she groaned. "you and you're goddamn arrogance." she rolled her eyes beginning to walk out. he grabbed her softly by the arm, and she waited a few seconds to look back at him. "see you around canadian boy." she taunted before pulling away. he watched her go and headed up the stairs a little bit later after collecting his thoughts.

then those sane and rational thoughts went out the door when he opened her door by accident and not his.

may have to write something about that ending...hehe

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anyone who cares about the me hating my room layout saga........come along w me...... no img descriptions im so sorry..... i can only describe these images as "2d bedroom/office poorly laid out in various ways"

sorry im using inches not cm. so here is my room's current layout:

it's a small room, less than 10'x11'. that window on the side is 6'x6' and the window sill sticks out 2 inches from the wall, and it starts 1 foot up from the floor. im using my desk as a bedside table rn. why do i want to rearrange this? why does it kill me that this is what i'm stuck with?

SICK OF MY MOM DOING THIS SHIT. just silently standing in my doorway whenever she walks past my room and i have something interesting to her on my screen. she wont even announce she's there, she just stands there. one time i was watching some stupid funny video and i found out she was behind me because she LAUGHED and it scared the shit out of me. yes i have talked to her about it. yes she knows i don't like it. she says she "doesn't do it on purpose" just sometimes she'll walk past and see something on the screen and can't help but look. girl.

but like heres the thing... what if friends have drawn nice porn??? ideally let's not let my mom look at it. I want to draw porn??? lol, lmao even. imagine what i could make if i were free. no but fr even aside from that, just day to day, it'd be nice to feel like an adult and not a kid whose parent is looking over their shoulder all the time, even past the invasion of privacy issue, having my back to the door means im always on edge... so that is goal number 1.

("why dont you just close your door?" dogs ok shut up)

(also wanted to say that step 1 in preventing my mom from just Doing That was to get a door curtain, which i have now, but it does not change my desire to move my desk. it isnt enough.)

goal number 2 is giving the dogs a pathway equal in flow to the current one. the dog seat next to my chair is 26 inches high, so the dogs can only get there from the bed, not the floor. you can see right now, it's easy peasy for them, step up, bed, seat. that blue circle is where i initially put the dog seat, and it was lower at the time so the dogs could reach it from the floor. alas, katze hated it on that side even though it was easier for me to get out of my chair when it was on the left of me instead of the right.

ok, so we've got the two big goals. desk against right-side wall. easy layout for dogs.

i need you to know i've tried a lot of different layouts ok. i am showing you a FRACTION of the attempts. a fraction!!!! i tried a layout with my bed at a 45 degree angle, don't "have you tried--" me

the left side wont work bc the dresser and bed overlap by 2 inches and it simply won't fit. the right one solved that problem. but both of these have two other problems: 1, dogs falling into window gap lol -- easily solvable, i'll just fill in the window with pillows or something -- and 2, i have to choose whether to give the dogs a step over to their seat or to have a bedside table. can't have both. and i need a bedside table so the dog seat would have to go on the other side with a step up, which would block me in. also unacceptable. both of these are out.

thats what led me to this layout, which i made a post about. so the dresser would work as a bedside table for me, the dogs have decent flow up the step, to the bed, over onto the dog seat. but ah. the space between the desk and the bed is about 20 inches. maybe a little less if the window sill pushes the bed out an inch or two from the wall. am trapped. probably difficult to get in and out. i am not teeny tiny.

and now we are here:

if i just scoot the desk down i have room to move, dogs still have flow, everything's good..... except. you see it right. just a. large gap in the corner. nothing there. surrounded by things that are all 2 feet high or taller. so, a pit really. but, ah, what's this????

a free table exactly the length and width of the gap, stopping any chance of the dogs falling down there and hurting themselves or being unable to get out???

wow, i can move my printer from on top of the dresser to on that table! i can put my mini shelves there which are currently sitting on my desk! i can maybe even set some little trinkets and doodads there!! ah, table that is perfectly sized for my corner pit and that i got totally for free and is in really good shape and not falling apart, wow you're so great! :)

is what i would say if i had a table that fit there and was free and worked well

[bamfahsoka]

Change of Fate: Chapter 2

No warnings for this chapter👍

Relationship: Wolffe x Female Reader

*Image from Google Images*

     

  After your holocall with the 104th, you and Rex went back to the Medbay to check on Kix's progress. When you walked in, you saw Kix trying to decipher Tup's test results at his desk. You walked over to Kix, and he stood up at attention. 

     "General"

     "At Ease Kix, you know I don't care about the formalities. How's our boy doing? Have we learned anything new?

With a heavy sigh, he says

      "Unfortunately, not much. Scans are not picking anything up. I would need a much more advanced  scanner to get more comprehensive results, but the scanner I would need is only on Kamino. 

      " I don't want him anywhere near Kamino or the long-necks. We need to learn as much as we can as quietly as we can. No report of the incident has been submitted yet, and I'm going to keep it that way as long as possible. The second the GAR or Senate finds out about this our opportunity to investigate on our own is over" you stated. It was your turn to sigh. 

 Rex then voiced the question, you all were asking yourselves. 

    "But…How do we get more detailed scans without a more advanced scanner?" 

It is then that you come up with the half hazard plan of using the Force to see into Tup's brain, and hopefully find the source of his manic behavior. You've made it a personal policy to never look into people's private thoughts and space, especially the Clones. However, you were limited on time and options. 

      "Theoretically I could use the Force to lock on to the cause of his episode and 'scan' that specific area, in much finer detail." You said hesitantly. 

You continued with an uncharacteristic small voice.

       " However, that would be a huge invasion of his private space, and I would never want to take that away from any of you." 

Rex and Kix look at each other. Rex was the first to speak.

       " While we appreciate your concern, and are forever grateful for your ongoing support of the clones, we can pretty confidently tell you that he would rather you look into his mind, than risk hurting you or anyone else. " 

You looked over to Kix. And he nodded in agreement. 

       "OK then…Lets get to work before the sedative wears off. Kix, you'll monitor vitals, and monitor the screens to see if anything pops up. Rex, I'll be completely defenseless while connected to Tup, I'll need you to watch my back if he wakes up and decides he wants me dead again." 

       " Always General." 

You put your good hand on his shoulder and give him an appreciative look. 

       "Last piece of the puzzle  is getting help from our favorite ARC troopers. "

You press the broadcast button on your comm and call Fives and Echo to the Medbay for security, to not let anyone in the medbay. You'll need as much quiet as possible in order to concentrate. 

After everyone understood the plan, you took your position at Tup's head. You took your arm out of the sling and put your hands on either side of Tup's head. You drew on the surrounding Force and went into a meditative state. You released all your emotions and turbulent thoughts into the Force, so you could focus solely on mapping out Tup's brain. You tried to bring anything foreign or damaging to the surface of his mind, so you could follow it back to its source. Moving slowly so as to not agitate him unnecessarily, you scan every fiber and neural pathway. Finally, you see one strand that seems damaged. It looks as if it's corroded from long term exposure to something horrible. You decide to gently pull on the strand and let it guide you deeper into Tup's brain. You're getting close to your limit, but you have to push on to help Tup. You come to where that poor damaged strand led you, and you can't help but jump at what your mind's eye is seeing. All of a sudden, you hear a distant beeping and some commotion  around you. Confident you found what you were looking for, you slowly withdrew yourself from Tup's mind. As you came back to yourself you collapsed. You struggled to open your eyes, but did manage to hear Kix say she did it, we can remove it before losing consciousness.

You have no idea how long you've been unconscious in the medbay. But when you open your eyes, you wince at the bright lights above you. As your vision clears, you are pleasantly surprised to see Wolffe sitting by your side. He's hunched over with his face in his hands. With as much sarcasm and wit you could muster, you said 

      "I would say 'hey handsome', but I can't see your face."

He jumped at your voice. His head shot up, and his eyes darted to yours. It's then that the fearful expression you saw on his face when you got shot came back in full force.

     " C'yare! I- I mean Y/N." He desperately tried to correct himself. 

You had heard the term a few times among the men, but never learned what it meant. You tried to sit up, but were instantly reminded that you were shot not too long ago. Wolffe moved to help you sit up. You had noticed that your attempt to lighten the mood had little effect, so you took a more comforting approach. You gently grabbed his hand and looked into his warm and worried amber eyes. 

     "Hey, not that I'm not happy about it, but what are you doing here?" You asked sweetly.

      "Once Rex contacted the Triumphant, about you passing out after your journey into Tup's brain, which General Plo was not a fan of by the way, I may have suggested that I come on board to help Rex, as an additional commanding officer. At least until you were cleared for duty."

      "Uh huh. Well, you don't need to worry. We'll figure out this whole Tup thing together. Once we do, we can make sure that nothing like this ever happens to any one of your brothers again, " you encouraged. 

At the mention of Tup, his eyes moved to your injured shoulder, and his jaw clenched. His face went from a combination of fear and relief, to one of frustration and desperation.

    " Y/N I know, but you've been pretty hell bent on dying lately which goes against the 'together' part of that plan!" Wolffe lectured 

     "Wolffe…" As a reflex you withdraw your hand. You're surprised by his outburst, but you know that it stems from concern.

Kix came over with a sense of authority that rivaled the Commander's own. Kix truly was in his element here in the medbay.

      "Commander, I will not allow you to lecture my patients. If you can not calm down, I'll be forced to ask you to leave." 

You saw Wolffe try to contain his emotions, and decided it was in everyone's best interest if you tried to diffuse the situation. 

      "It's not a problem Kix, Commander Wolffe is just concerned for everyone's safety. I'm ok really, If it's ok with you, I'd like him to stay."

     "If he behaves, I don't have an issue with it. However, a change of scenery would do you good vod. "

Kix then turned his attention to you

     "Now that you're awake, General, we can do a few final tests and hopefully get you out of here." 

       "Sounds great Kix, thank you" you answered gratefully.

Kix walked away, and you turned your attention back to Wolffe. 

      "How long have you been sitting in that chair anyways?" You ask

      "Does it matter?" Wolffe mumbled, trying to hide the blush creeping up onto his face. 

You giggle at his response.

      "It does to me." You said gently, while looking at him lovingly. He looked back at you, and you instantly got lost in his eyes.  You wanted to just tell Wolffe your feelings for him, but no words came out. 

He sighed and finally relented. Though he would never admit it, he could never say no to you. 

       " You were only out for 2 rotations. It's no big deal".

Suddenly, you hear the medbay doors opening, and you hear a familiar voice call out

       " Not a big deal, until anyone suggests you leave the medbay and take a break." 

You looked over to see who the voice belonged to, and it was none other than Rex. Wolffe glared at his younger brother, as if Rex was his next meal, just as his namesake would. The milky white of his cybernetic eye only added to the intimidating scowl Wolffe was wearing at the moment. Very few people could challenge Wolffe and get out unscathed. Lucky for Rex, he was one of the lucky few that could, and he knew it. You couldn't help but laugh at the scene. 

         "Alright, alright boys. Wolffe you can take it out on the poor shinies later, and Rex stop literally poking the beast" you teased. 

Rex looked at you in a joking manner as if he was offended, and Wolffe had a look of mischief  in his eyes. At that moment Kix came over and gave you the good news that you were cleared to go, as long as you let your shoulder continue to heal, and to not do any more stunts using the Force. You agreed to his conditions, and you were about to ask about Tup when Rex's comm started to blink. He answered

        " Captain Rex here". 

On the other side, the bridge reported that the Supreme Chancellor was on the line and wished to speak with the commanding officer. Your blood went cold, you immediately spoke into Rex's comm. 

       " This is General Y/L/N, I'm on my way. Please tell the Chancellor, I will take his call. " 

      " Yes Sir" 

The call ended, and your brain immediately went to trying to come up with a plan to keep Tup away from the Senate and Kamino while not implicating the clones or Jedi.

You called out to Kix. 

      "Kix, I need you to come with us. I'll try to keep you out of it, but I might need you to give some info on Tup, but I want to keep it as vague as possible. " Kix nodded.

You all made your way to the bridge. You signaled for Rex, Wolffe, and Kix to stand off to the side so they would not be seen. As you started to walk forward, Wolffe grabbed your hand and gave it a squeeze as a sign of comfort. 

You walked up to Chancellor Palpatine's image on the holoprojector. You bowed your head and addressed him. 

       "Chancellor Palpatine, I'm sorry for the delay. What do I owe the honor for your call today?" 

       "First, I'd like to say I'm glad to see that you are well after your ordeal."

       " Thank you for your concern, I am doing well. Now how can I help you Chancellor?"

       " Right. Due to your injury General Plo filed your mission reports for you, and I wanted to clarify a few things. 

Your heart was thundering in your chest, but you kept your composure. 

       "Of course Sir. What are your questions?" 

       "The report said that your shoulder was injured but did not indicate how. Can you please tell me how you were injured?" 

       " I was hit by a piece of shrapnel Sir. It was unclear where it came from. I assume that's why General Plo's report lacks the details that are typical in his reports."  

       " I see. If your CMO could submit his report on the  incident as well, that would help complete the report."

      " Of course. Do you have any other questions I can help you answer?" 

      " I do, in fact." 

You swallowed the lump that was forming in your throat. The Chancellor continued

      " An anonymous report we got did say that there was a trooper on your ship that was endangering the other clones and yourself. I believe his number is CT-5385. Do you have any knowledge of this?"

      " I was unaware of the report, but I do know that trooper, his name is Tup. As far as the incident report goes, once I woke up, I was informed there was a sparring match that got out of hand. However, it was quickly resolved, and no harm came to anyone. Often, those of us fighting in the war day after day, clone and Jedi alike, have triggers or just bad days. Tup was doing fine after some simple breathing and calming techniques. After following up with him myself, I didn't see any need for medical care. " 

There was a moment of silence. It was only a few seconds, but it was the most suffocating silence you had ever experienced. The Chancellor finally broke the silence. 

       " Well, I greatly appreciate your insight into the events of the mission, I will have the mission report updated with this information. I also wanted to inform you that I am calling the 104th and 501st back to Coruscant." 

       " Oh, well that's certainly a surprise. We were expecting to be deployed for another 10 rotations" 

       "Well even good soldiers need a break." 

You already didn't trust the Chancellor, but this development made you question his motives even more. However, you had to maintain appearances to prevent any suspicion. 

       " I'm sure the men will appreciate the leave. Thank you, Chancellor." 

       "You're quite welcome. I would love to see you while you're on leave as well." 

You felt a chill run up your spine, and a sense of danger in the Force. 

       " Of course Chancellor, it would be my pleasure. I'll make a point to stop by when you are available, " you said in your most innocent voice. 

      " Wonderful, well I'll see you then." 

He had a wicked smile on his face that instantly made you feel small and vulnerable.  You gathered yourself and replied

     " See you then. Goodbye Chancellor." 

The holoprojector cut out, you thanked the bridge crew, and informed them that you would be in your quarters. You then rushed out of the room, walking as fast as you could without causing a scene. You found the closest storage closet and jumped in, hoping that no one would find you, and see you on the verge of a complete meltdown. 

Your 3 friends followed you out of the bridge and attempted to follow you. Rex and Kix immediately went to your quarters; however, your Commander knew you better. If you didn't want to be found, you wouldn't tell everyone where you actually were going. You didn't get overwhelmed very often, but when you did, storage closets were your hiding place of choice. 

Wolffe walked down the main corridor and looked for the closest storage closet. You felt him coming, and if you're being honest, you wanted him to find you. He came across your hiding spot, and knocked on the door. Your voice was small and you were trying to catch your breath. 

      "Who is it?" 

      " C'yare open up."

You opened the door, and Wolffe stood there with worry on his face. Once the door was openyou immediately sank to the floor. Wolffe followed you to the floor, closing the door on the way down. 

      " You ok?" He asked gently.

      " Not really, but I'll be ok…I have to be, for everyone."

      "You know, you don't have to save the entire GAR by yourself. Some of us do want to help you". 

      "I know, but I'm trying to protect you and your brothers, not put you all in more danger. I don't want to lose you…I -I can't lose you." You confessed timidly. 

Wolffe's eyes went wide, and his breath hitched. Being careful of your shoulder, he gently grabbed both of your arms, and  leaned forward touching his forehead to yours and said in a softer voice

      " I can't lose you either C'yare…I won't lose you."  

     " What does that mean..C'yare?" You asked 

     " Beloved…it means beloved". 

You felt your heart race, your face flush, and the overwhelming feeling of love and happiness come over you. You couldn't resist him now that you knew he felt the same. You closed the space between you and kissed him slowly and gently to communicate the depth of your feelings, he responded instantly. Returning your feelings in the passion he put into the kiss. When you finally had to separate for air, he was the first one to speak.

         " I love you. I don't care if I have to fight the whole galaxy to keep you safe and in my arms. I'll always love you."

The tears that you somehow managed to keep from spilling over until this point, finally ran down your cheeks. You looked at him with nothing but love in your eyes and said 

         " I love you too". 

[whatyadrawin]

Michael Myers x Fem! Reader (Headcanon) 18+ only - FINAL CHAPTER!

Masterlist

Approximately 2,222 words

Pairing: Michael Myers x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Assault(non-sexual)/Harassment, Violence, strong language, VERY GRAPHIC Depiction of sex

A/n: This is it everyone, the final chapter! It has been months since I started this fanfic and so many of you have been so patient waiting for the completion, I am so glad to be able to say I completed it. The images in this chapter are blurred out for my blogs protection but you can view them on my Twitter which is available on my LinkTree found at the bottom of this fic (ADULTS ONLY). Please enjoy this last chapter, and excuse any cringe in the explicit part... I am not used to writing smut.

Thank you again to everyone who has supported me and stuck around for the finality, I appreciate you very much. Let me know what you think of the story.

Chapter 10

You were so tired from running so you start walking as you got close to your home, you pass by another house party and notice a large group of drunk men yelling and being rowdy, you speed by and hope they don’t notice you. Just as you pass the house and turn the corner you hear one of them loudly say “Hey, y’all just see a bunny bounce by?” another guy responds “I saw a cute lil rabbit going up the street, we better go catch it I’m hungry” You get really nervous and start running and you can hear them making howling wolf noises and yelling “You can run bunny girl but we gon’ hunt you down!” Oh fuck not tonight please for the love of god you run and look behind you and don’t see anyone, you are so close to your home but you know they are following behind you I better hide, I don’t want them knowing where I live, stupid drunk bastards you see a pathway that’s covered in bush and old furniture from the houses next to it, you get behind a bush and do your best to hide. The group of drunk men was nearing close to you and you can hear them laughing “Hey bun-bun babe we just wanna see yer tail! Come on we won’t bite” another man says “I ain’t making no promises on that, she was a cute lil thing” Your heart is pounding and you sit as still as possible. The group passes the alley and you wait for a few minutes to make sure they aren’t still around, you don’t hear anything and sigh Close call, I better head home quick. You slowly get up and look around moving closer to the opening of the pathway and quietly look around, no one was there so you make your way out and run to your home.

You get closer and closer and turn the last corner but your arm is grabbed and you are pulled back, you let out a pained yelp and turn around “What the hell!” It’s the drunk group you thought you escaped Fuck I’m screwed the men start circling you and the biggest one is still holding your arm tightly not letting you go, you yell “Let me go! I don’t want any trouble come on” the big one says “Awe we can’t let y’go, yer our prize now” the others laugh, you can smell the liquor on their breath and you see they are all wearing hunter’s camo and you immediately know the trouble you are in. You plead once more “Please, this is not ok come on you are better than this, come on be smart now” They all look at each other and laugh, a thin one with a gun on his hip smirks at you and says “Sweet thang we caught you, don’t think we gon let go of prey like that, it ain’t right” another guy chimes in “C’mon girl you can’t go ‘round dressed like that n’ get away with it”. You are now furious and blurt out “Fucking let go of me you shitbags! I don’t want to play this game!” The big one holding your arm grabs your other arm and pulls you in and squeezes you, he says “Awe baby bunny, were just messin’ ‘round give me a kiss and I’ll let ye go” He reeked of body odor and booze, you yell out “I don’t want to kiss you, please don’t be fucked up like this, let me go!” You squirm to get away from him but he holds you in tighter and laughs “This bunny’s a good catch” another guy howls and laughs.

Now fed up, you get your arm free and punch the bigger guy in the jaw and he falls back a bit and laughs and yells "Whooooooo boy! This rabbit got fight in ‘er!" the other guys start circling in on you and push you to the ground, the thin one reaches for his gun an says “You best behave now sweetheart or I’m gonna have te teach ye a lesson” You freeze and say “Ok, ok I’m sorry, I am just really upset and don’t feel well I want to get home” The big one comes up to you and says “I’m gonna repay the pain ye just gave me” he raises his hand but stops mid-air, a large shadow comes from behind you and blankets the man about to hit you.

The men all stare, frozen in fear and one of them whimpers “Is that...the …boogeyman?” you turn around and see Michael standing still with his arms to the sides and that big knife in hand, before you can say his name he lunges at the big guy and guts him with one swipe, the thin one raises his gun but Michael grabs his arm and stabs into his neck, blood sprays out all over the other guys, they scream and start running. Michael grabs one before he gets away and drags his knife down his spine and throws him in a bush, then goes after the last guy who had tripped as he was escaping and Michael slams his foot onto the man’s stomach and you hear some bones crack, Michael follows that stomp with another stomp to the guy’s head, splattering brain matter everywhere. Michael, now speckled with blood, turns to pick up the rest of the bodies and dumps them in the bush nearby and makes his way over to you, “You, came for me, you saved me again”. He bends down and lifts you with one arm, you are bent over his shoulder and he carries you to your home, his one step is equal to 4 of your own steps and he moves so fast that everything was a blur around you.

He gets to the door and busts it open and slams it shut, he carries you up to your bedroom and stops at the doorway, you get down from his shoulder and plop down to the ground “Michael, I want you” by now you have a dripping wet slick between your legs and you feel your clit swell. Michael dropped his knife to the ground and stared at you “please, I have waited long enough” he is breathing heavily now and you see that same erection start to form in his pants. You slowly take off your costume and with each piece that came off his cock grew, finally you were standing there naked in the dark with a demon staring back at you and this aroused you intensely. With a rush of heat flooding into your mound you slowly went up to him and touched his erection, his penis was huge and you could feel it twitching with every movement of your hand “I want you, right now” Michael slowly unzips his overalls letting it slowly fall from his massive shoulders. You reach in and take out his oversized dick, you moan as you see the entire length of it, as long as your forearm and perfectly thick with a pink head.

 You can see a drop of pre-cum on the tip and you can’t help but put your mouth on it, you start sucking on it and you see his hands quivering as he watches you bob your head up and down. Michael leans his head to the side and breathes heavily his chest heaving with each motion, you lick from the base of his shaft and the way up to the tip and this was enough to send Michael into a frenzy. You feel his hands grab you and throw you onto the bed making you squeak from the power of it, his overalls now down by his ankles he steps out of them and his shoes follow suit, each one making a loud thud as they hit the floor. Michael gets over top of you and you reach to get his black undershirt off of him, you get up on your knees and you reach for his mask and gently lift it “I want to see you” his face is revealed and it’s just as beautiful as you remembered it when you kissed him.

Michael is now on his knees and pushes you down on the bed so you lay in front of him, he is looming over you with a fully erect penis which is bouncing in anticipation. You grab his cock and whisper “I want you to fuck me” He looks you in the eyes and gets the tip of his penis onto your wet opening and rubs it along the slit, he lets out a deep growl and thrusts it in. You yelp at how huge it is, it’s stretching you out and you feel a flood of ecstasy as he pumps in and out of your quivering pussy making you moan out “Oh fuck ahh!” he leans over you and puts his hand on your throat making sure to not cut off any airflow and continues to penetrate you as deep as he can. You have never felt this amount of pleasure in your life, his massive member was thrusting in and out of you and he made a low moan and a growl every pump. You start feeling intensely hot and your nipples become erect you yell out “Ah oh god Michael I’m going to cum!” He starts thrusting faster and harder and he presses his body close, your legs are spread so wide from how big of a man he is and with one deep push you scream out in pleasure “Oh fuck! Oh fuck!” an intense orgasm waves over you and you grab onto the sheets and pull but he isn’t done with you yet.

Michael pulls his cock out of you and flips you over onto your stomach, he then grabs your torso and lifts you so your back is to his chest and puts his face next to yours and groans, his massive hand brushes over your breasts and he instinctively brings it back to your neck and squeezes gently making you moan. Michael lifts your body with his other and you arch your back, you can feel the tip of his head against your folds, he lowers you onto his cock and you are so wet that you slide right down onto it and envelope it. He is so long that he is now hitting your cervix and you can feel how close to cumming he is by the stiffness of his erection, he moves his hips and you are suspended on his chest like an ornament as he fucks you rough. You moan loudly “Don’t stop ah, I want you to cum inside me” He growls and lowers you onto the bed on your stomach and pushes your head into the mattress as he grabs your waist hard, all the while his length is still inside you. Now with your ass up towards his hips and his body covering over yours entirely he quickly thrusts in and out of you getting deeper with each pump, you are screaming “Oh my fucking god! AH Ah Ah god!”

 He is breathing heavily and presses himself onto you harder, one hand slamming your hips onto him and the other hand holding your arms behind your back. The strength oh his movements are unmatched and the sensation of his girth inside you is intense, Michael starts moaning in a deep voice and you are getting close to your second orgasm. He pulls out and flips you over onto your back again and grabs your arms above your head and is staring deep into your eyes, his cock is laying on your stomach twitching and ready to explode, you say “I want you to fuck me till you cum” Michael swiftly lunges his entire length inside you and does deep slow thrusts which bring you right to the edge of an orgasm, just as he makes his last pump he grabs the headboard with both hands and maintains eye contact with you and his mouth opens wide and he lets out one deep raspy “Fuck” and with that you feel a warm fluid filling you up which makes you moan loudly with an entire body orgasm. Michael stays hovering over you leaning his weight on the headboard which he cracked from squeezing so hard, you are trying to catch your breath and Michael falls on top of you in exhaustion, his chest heaving. You can feel his seed slipping out of you as his erection begins to fade inside you, the weight of his body is overwhelming and he pulls out and a flow of cum follows him out of your hole.

Michael flops to the side next to you on his back, he barely fits on your bed, you climb on top of his chest and kiss him deeply, he kisses you back and just as you pull back you hear sirens Oh no, they found the bodies Michael gets up and quickly puts his mask and overalls back on and heads to the door, he turns to look at you and you get up to follow him but once again, as he always has, he disappears into the shadows.

[ash-l31gh]

Raiden Ei x Adeptus Reader(Y/N) Headcanons

• you weild a cyro vision and (weapon of choice)

• She doesn't like the idea of you leaving for to long

• Ei is rarely not see with you as you are her most prized possession

• She made scaramouche to originally protect you because you don't like fighting he still has a high amount of Respect towards you

• You wear a purple necklace that has a glow to it with an 'eye' in the middle EI is essentially watching over you

• You go to stores to get sweat things and other supplies of things while they want to give it for free as your the Shoguns lover but you still may them

• The plain of Ethuamia is not the are you stay. You both stay in a castle like domain that's really beautiful you designed it all

• You attempted to help EI cook which was ended misrebly she tried her hardest ok 😭

• She LOVES scuddling most the time

• You own a few cats, kittens and kitsunes Miko sometimes joins

• You usually can be found around the Narukami Shrine, Kamisato Estate and Watatsumi island your close friends with Miko, Ayato, Kokomi and Gorou

• They have prepared little date things for you privately and got the things for you both EI personally has a liking towards those 4

• Once a year there's an event called 'The Eternal Sparks and frost' where Electro and Cyro can be seen racing across the sky and is rumored to be the day of you two getting together and a week of peace for all

Oneshot

You were currently stuck with EI as she clang onto you sleeping peacefully with cats with their kittens in their stomach and kitsunes around curled up with each other . You woke her up saying "Angel, its 4pm and I want to get some treats for everyone in this house" which earned a grumble from EI and muttered "Fine, no longer than an hour" which earned a chuckle from you. You kissed her forehead before you got dressed in a (favorite color') kimono with (a matching color) lightning striking your waist with a (matching color) frost pin in your hair that was but in (preferred hair style) with curles at the bottom. Once you left with a small kitten held to your chest, you arrived at the shop your a regular at "The regular I suppose Y/N" said the shop keeper "yes please" you responded with. Within the ten minutes, the food arrived in a bag and you handed them the money with extra before you left with a "Thank you, Enjoy your day" and went to a pet shop while the whole thing essentially repeated itself (didn't feel bothered to re-right it) "how about we visit Miko before we leave" you said to essentially no-one but your kitten before you climbed the mountain along the sides on the pathway. Once you reached the top, Miko was there reading some of the newer books. "Hello miko' you greeted and was replied with "oh? I didn't expect you to visit today. What's the occasion??" "Nothing at the moment I thought I could pay you a visit so you know in still alive" you joked which earned a chuckle. "Now you better get going. EI isnt going to be happy now is she?" "Oh yeah, I'll visit soon and bring some new books for you to read maybe from other nations who knows" you said before you teleported back into the castle. You put the bags on the table before you made your way to your girlfriend that was reading a book that was gifted from the traveler, she noticed you were back and said "Scuddles. Now" which you didn't want to decline to you hopped right back into bed with her and dosed off the bed with the kitten between you to comfy and purring..

[kayssweetdreams]

Maestro Hiccups 2 Nightmares Unleashed Part 24

Meanwhile with Haoyu and Fiona...

Haoyu followed the sound of Cass calling for her kitten through a pathway in the clouds. "I guess this gives a new meaning to the term 'Head in the Clouds'" He thought out loud. "Cass! Cass! Where'd you go?!" He yelled out, but the green haired girl never replied.

"How do you lose a little girl yelling for her kitten?" He asked out loud, when he noticed a shift in the wind...like it was slowly getting stronger...Haoyu braced himself against the wind, happy that his goggles protected his eyes. Suddenly, the Pilot boy noticed something falling from above him. Jumping out of the way, he saw that it was one of his failed prototypes.

"That was TOO close..." He panted, but his relief was cut short when another one came crashing down towards him. Letting out a yell, he dodged the falling failure. "That was ALSO too close..." He panted. Looking upwards, Haoyu's eyes shrunk at the sight. All of his "prototypes" were falling out of the sky...and he was in the Collison couse.

Haoyu panicked and searched for shelter, but to his horror, there was nothing but booming dark clouds, filled with thunder and lightning. The pilot boy saw that his only choice was to just run, and hope to get out of the way. He ducked, dodged, Ran and scurried, but no matter where he went, his path always got stopped by a crushed prototype.

"There has to be a way out of here!!" He shouted. Only to be stopped by a bolt of lighting. He was so scared that he ended up tripping over...just as the prototype that almost made him paralyzed fell on top of him...

Things on Fiona's end, weren't going so well either. When she spotted Cass's bow inside of the lake, her earlier affair with the "Dolphin of death" kept her from diving in. She had to remind herself that she was in a dream and she couldn't drown...but the fear just kept coming back.

"This is a dream, you can't drown, This is a dream, you can't drown, this is a dream, you can't drown!" She repeated, hoping to psyce herself up to dive back into the water. When she felt brace enough, she took a deep breath, and dove into the water. However, unfortunately, luck was not on Fiona's side.

As soon as she dove in, the water grew dark, and cold. Fiona knew that something was going to happen, but she couldn't give up, her friend needed her. So she dove deeper down into the water, hoping to find some evidence that her friend was there. Suddenly, she caught wind of what looked to be two piercing red eyes staring back at her.

Fiona let out a panicked yelp before she began to swim back up to the surface, but her strength was failing her, as if the water was purposely trying to make sure she couldn't reach the surface. "This is even worse than the pool!" Fiona though as she felt something wrap around her body, and began to pull her down.

The poor Diver began to panic, and flail her arms to regain her strength, but it was no use... her body started to give, and she started to lose consciousness as her vision darkened...and it all went dark.

Meanwhile, Back in the 'Nightopia'...

The two of them returned to 'Cass', Both of them holding each other's hands, a lovesick, but dazed out look in their eyes "There you two are!" 'Cass' said, still petting the strange colored kitten "Hey Cass! You found your kitty! Now we can go and have some fun!" 'Haoyu' said, slurring his words a bit "Yeah! Why don't we go hang out near the forest?" 'Fiona' said, a flirty smile on her face.

"OK! Let's go and find the others first!" 'Cass' said, before cheerfully skipping ahead, prompting the two of them to playfully give chase...

Never knowing that they were all being played...

[holycrimin]

It hurts to love.

Karl heisenberg x male!reader

Tags: Hanahaki and angst

SFW

(Note: In this au, none of the main events happen with ethan, as he is not in this story. Also SPOILER WARNING.)

(Warning: probably shitty plot, but i'm trying my best ok)

[Your pov]

It all started a year or two ago, when mother miranda had found me lurking around the village. As i was not a local, she deemed me suspicous. However, before she had the chance to kill me, She had a spark in her eye. As if she had an idea. And before i knew it she was using me as some sort of vessel for her daughter, Eva. Although i am a male, she had seen something special in me apparently. I had also found out that her daughter had passed away and she was determined to bring her back.

It failed.

The experiment... failed.

I was no longer deemed useful.

She had proposed me two options. become a servant or assistant to one of the lords, or die. A slow, and painful death.

Of course I chose to be an assistant.

She was kind enough to let me choose who to work for, thankfully.

Lady dimitrescu was very much intimidating. And from what I've heard, if you mess up even just a little while working for her, you will be sent to the dungeons. Never to be seen again. And she isnt really fond of men, so I wont be choosing her.

Next up was Donna Beneviento. She was nice, although her doll 'Angie' is a little... how do I say this... creepy. It doesnt help that i have a huge fear of mannequins and dolls, so I dont think i'll be choosing her anytime soon.

And then theres Salvatore Moreau, dont get me wrong he's a great guy but.. he might accidentally drown me. I might be overreacting, but the guy smells. Although, I feel bad that he's treated so poorly by the other Lords, but i think it's for the best if i stay away from him.

And.. i guess my only option left is Lord Heisenberg. I just hope that he wont be that much of a hassle, even if he IS kind of an asshole...

A day before i start working at the factory, Mother Miranda forced us to spend the day together. To 'get to know eachother' I assume.

Lord Heisenberg looked pissed off, he wasn't really fond of me. He was more pissed off at Mother miranda though. Most likely because he was forced to spend time with me. I quickly learned what he called the 'basics of him'. Basically, common facts. Such as, the fact that he can bend metal and his deep hatred for Mother Miranda. that was basically all that he told me.

The following day was my first day at the factory. As we were walking along the factory, he stopped in his tracks. "Listen pup, there's rules." He practically growled. "First of all, Don't touch my shit. Second of all, don't go around the factory without me knowing. And third of all, Don't try to get to know me, we're keeping a proffessional relationship, got it?" He said.

"Uh.. y-yes Lord Heisenberg." I very nervously stammered, lightly blushing at the nickname he gave me.

"Good, now let's get to work."

Present day

That was around a year or two ago, and while i have gotten closer to the other lords, i never managed to get to get close to Lord Heisenberg. And..

I'm an idiot who fell for him... And... I know he'll never feel the same way. I've tried getting his attention, impressing him, but... nothing's working. Every time i try to get close to him, wether it's emotionally or physically. I get pushed away, literally and figuratively.

It's my fault really. I fell inlove with a man who was emotionally closed off. His charisma, his voice, everything about him just makes me fall more and more inlove with him.

I know i wont have a chance, hell, i dont even know if he's into guys... Guess i really am an idiot, huh?

Later that day, Lord Heisenberg asked me to help him with something. I agreed of course, and during that time I tried to know him more. "Jesus christ, are you trying to get me to open up or something? Cause' that's not gonna happen, so give it up." He spat out, "a-ah... sorry Lord Heisenberg.." I stammered out.

A few minutes of silence pass. Suddenly, he grabbed my hands. "I- ugh.. Just- you're doing it wrong. Here, let me help." He said, while holding my hands 'teaching me how to do it right'.

Of course my face started heating up, the feeling of his slightly roughed up hands on mine... it feels nice. Although this is probably the only time i'll ever get close to him.

"Hey pet, you ok? Geez, you're practically as red as a tomato." He said, while still holding my hands. "Uh.. y-yeah..! Uhm... i.. i'm good.." i stuttered, feeling his breath on top of my head. He was bigger and taller than me after all.

"Well, whatever you say, pup." He shrugged as he continued his work. I got a little flustered on the nickname, i never got used to that..

After, he went and ordered me to get supplies fron the duke.

As i was walking along the pathway to the duke, a few lycans were following me. They didnt seem to be attacking, so i just left them alone. However when i reached the duke, the lycans were gone. How strange.

"Well well well, if it isn't Heisenbergs pet! What brings you here, young man?" He says, with a shit eating grin. "Ah.. well, i'm just here for some supplies is al-" i was then cut off with a series of coughs, "Oh my, are you alright?" said the duke, genuinely concerned. "O-oh i'm fine i ju-" i was then cut off by another series of coughs, but just when i stopped, a small white flower petal came out of my mouth.

"Oh dear, i hope this isn't what i think it is... Are you sure you are alright?" Asked the duke. "I.. i dont know," i pause and look at the small flower petal in my hand. "do you know what's happening..?" I questioned him, very much confused. "It may be something called the 'Hanahaki disease'. It was said to just be an urban legend. Where, if you were suffering from unrequited love, you would begin to cough up flower petals." He explained. "I didnt think it was real.." he muttered to himself.

"..." i was silent as i stared in shock and horror, I'm.. coughing up flowers..? Like actual, real flowers...?

From.. unrequited love.... i should've known, i... i should've known that he would never feel the same way.

How could i be so stupid, to think he would fall for a mere mortal like me. Or atleast.. i think i'm mortal. "Well," the duke spoke up, "luckily there are two ways you can get rid of the sickness." My eyes lit up, "the person you like, either loves you back," he continued "or, you can get surgery. Not only will it remove the flowers, it also removes all of your feelings for this particullar person permanently."

"Th-that's great! I can finally get this 'hanahaki' disease while also getting rid of my feelings for him-!"

"Him?" The duke asked as he cut me off, "do you mean Lord Heisenberg?"

"Uh-" as i think about him, i start coughing again. This time, blood was spilling over. And so were many petals. "Oh dear.. so just the mere thought of him triggers it..?" He said, concerned. "Uh... i'll just... take the supplies. Thank you though, duke."

"No problem, stay safe. But remember, the longer you wait around with the flowers still inside you, the worse your state will become." He informs me,

"I'll try to get the surgery as fast as possible duke." I said, waving him goodbye.

As soon as i walked out, those same lycans followed me all the way back to the factory. Strange isn't it? Anyway, when you finally arrived at the factory, supplies in hand, I hear Lord Heisenberg open up the door.

"Here, let me help you with those." He says as he starts taking some of the bags.

"...Why are you being so nice all of a su-sudden?" I stammer as i try to hold in a cough. "Would you rather not have me nice, pup?" he growled. As i opened my mouth to speak, i was interrupted but a fit of coughs. Blood spilt out as did the petals. Heisenberg didn't seem to notice as he was already far ahead.

I try to cover it up as much as i can as i try to catch up with him. "Jeez.. Finally, you caught up-" he cut himself off. "Why is there blood on your face?" He said, slightly concerned. I froze. "Uh.." that was all i could say. "Whatever.." he said as he wiped the blood away from my face. A faint blush spread accross my cheeks.

I excused myself to the bathroom as i felt another fit of coughs. More blood splattered out as well as more petals. God it hurts. I heard a knock on the door. "Hey pet, you've been there a while, you sure you're alright?" He said

"Uh- yeah, i-i'm fine..!" I said, trying to hold in my coughs. "Well just make it quick, we have work to do." "Yes sir..!" I reply back quickly, not wanting to upset him. I quickly cleaned myself up and walked out of the bathroom. "Took you long enough." He sighed, annoyed. He went ahead and grabbed his hammer, dragging it along the metal floors. It was loud enough for him to not hear you cough up more petals.

~later that week~

My condition kept getting worse and worse, to the point i was barely able to breath. I've consulted the duke, however nothing seemed to work. No matter how much medicine, herbs or other medicinal items i jammed into my body, it just won't go away.

I was asked to come over Lady Dimitrescus castle, i'm not exactly sure why. Maybe she heard of this 'hanahaki' disease?

As i make my way to the castle, lycans started to follow me. Even more than before, why was this happening?

I finally arrive at the castle, the lycans seem to be watching me very carefully. I hear the doors open, and out came a tall lady. "Ah, Y/N! I'm glad you came! Come in." She said, holding the door open for me.

I walked in and was immediately tackled with a hug. "Uncle Y/N! You came!" Exclamed Daniela, one of Lady Dimitrescus daughters. "Oh, uh... hello Daniela." I say, hugging back. I never imagined them to warm up to me. "Now now Daniela, me and your Uncle Y/N have something to discuss."

"Aww man... well, i'll see you around Uncle Y/N!" She waved goodbye to me. "I'll see you around, Daniela." I say as i wave back. As soon as her footsteps were no longer in range, i spoke up. "So.. what did you want to talk about..?" I carefully asked the tall woman, not wanting to be sliced to bits. "Well, as i said before, the duke has informed me of something related to your wellbeing."

"So... you've heard about this.. 'hanahaki' disease, i assume...?" I say as i tense up even more. "The duke told me about it, and when i asked why he was informing me about this, he simply stated it had something to do with you. So tell me, do you have it?" She asked me with a concerned expression.

"W-well.. I-.." i say, sighing. "Yes, as far as i know." I reply, not wanting to lie to her. "As much as i dislike that wretched man, Heisenberg, i must ask, is he the object of your affection?" I froze. "Well... uh-" i cut myself off as i break into a fit of coughs growing more and more violent than the last. "Oh dear- MAIDS!" She called out, panicking, as blood and petals fall out of my mouth. She patted my back as i continue to cough. "So... it is Heisenberg.. I am terribly sorry Y/N i did not know this would happen.." she said, apologetically.

"I-it's alright-" i break into another fit of coughs. But instead of petals, this time, there were fully grown flowers. "i.. i can't b-breath.." i say almost blacking out. The last thing i see and hear are the maids, Lady Dimitrescu shouting to get the duke, and the door opening to reveal... Lord Heisenberg..? "Goddammit, out of my way-!" Was the last thing i heard before blacking out.

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.....

I woke up to the duke. I sat upright, "what... happ-" i was then cut off by the duke. "You're awake! Honestly, i.. didnt know if you would wake up.." he said sadly. "Thankfully, i was able to patch you up just fine. And after days and hours of research, i finally found an alternative to your hanahaki!" The duke said, switching from a sad, to a cheerful mood.

My eyes light up, "W-wait, really!?" I said as a smile creeps up on my face. The duke gives me a small bottle, "Here, take this. Free of charge!" He said as he smiles brightly. "Now, you should drink it as soon as possible. Lord Heisenberg is waiting for you outside."

"I will, thank you duke!" I said as i waved him goodbye. As I walked to the gates, I take the small bottle and drink it. Within seconds, the flowers were gone. I could finally breath again!

Walking out with a small smile, I saw Lord Heisenberg. "Oh, hey-!.. uh.. i mean, hey. You're awake, lets... get back to the factory..." he stammered out.

..

Was it just me, or were there tears on his face..?

The walk to the factory was silent, but as we walk up to the factory gates, he stops dead in his tracks. "Before we go in, I just uh.. wanted to let you know that the duke let me know about how you really felt about me." He said. "And.. after a long time of thinking about it.." he cuts himself off as his cheeks turn red,

"...I like you too." He confesses.

But,

I don't feel any different.

I don't have butterflies in my stomach.

I don't even feel my face heating up.

It was like...

I was never inlove with him in the first place.

"I... I'm sorry, Lord Heisenberg... but.. I dont feel the same way anymore. I think... it was that small bottle the duke gave me, but.. I am sorry, i don't feel the same way." "W-wait.. you're.. you're joking, right...?" I watch as his expression goes from flustered to heartbreak. "..." i grow silent.

"Let's... let's get inside... we'll catch a cold if we don't." I say, opening the doors to the factory, not wanting the situation to get more awkward. "...Y... yeah... just, gimme a minute.." he says as his voice was slightly shaking. "Alright.. just... please be quick, you'll get a cold." I said, walking in and closing the door on him.

[Heisenbergs pov]

"I... I'm sorry, Lord Heisenberg... but.. I dont feel the same way anymore. I think... it was that small bottle the duke gave me, but.. I am sorry, i don't feel the same way."

"W-wait.. you're.. you're joking, right...?" I say with my voice slightly shaking. Dammit.. god... fucking...

DAMMIT...!

Just when i thought i finally found the love of my life, he's stripped away from me.

"..." he was silent.

I could feel the heartbreak slowly filling me up.

"Let's... let's get inside... we'll catch a cold if we don't."

"...Y... yeah... just, gimme a minute.." i stammer while i try not to break down infront of him.

"Alright.. just... please be quick, you'll get a cold." He says, as he walks in and shuts the door. Heh.. it's cute how he still worries about me when..

Nevermind.

I need some time to thi-

My thoughts were interrupted when i started to violently cough. What i didn't expect though...

Was a flower petal.

"..."

"Heh..."

"So this is what he felt." I said, as i look at the bloody flower petal in my hand.

[wkemeup]

Closure

summary: Y/n finds the closure she’s been searching for.  pairings: bucky x reader warnings: grief, the end of the series a/n: ok guys, we’re at the end. I hope you enjoy the final installment in this series. Thanks for all the love and support! 🧡 series masterlist / series playlist

You didn’t realize you were lingering in the back seat of the taxi until the driver cleared his throat, gesturing to the expired meter. Vision coming back into focus, you turned to find Bucky holding the door open for you, a pinch in his brow of concern. Sunlight danced down from over his shoulders, the cool breeze slipping through his hair. Hanging from the reflective onyx of his left hand was a bouquet of flowers.  

“Coming, sweetheart?” Patience coated Bucky’s voice, a gentle smile on his lips.  

You spared a short glance to the driver whose eyes met you in the rearview mirror – unreadable and impatient as he tapped his fingers on dashboard. You muttered out a quick apology and took Bucky’s hand. The air was crisp against your skin, the smell of freshly cut grass and the chirp of birds lingering around you. It had been a while since you’d ventured this far out of the city, to the town you’d grown up in.  

Bucky’s right hand felt sturdy against your own – something real and tangible – as he tugged you forward beyond what your feet allowed. He offered a squeeze as you stepped onto the cobblestone path. You tried not to look at the sea of tombstones around you or the flowers planted at the head of the graves. Ribbons propped up on iron stands and wreaths honoring fallen heroes.  

You followed the familiar path, weaving through pathways and following a guide you’d thought was long forgotten. Bucky didn’t say a word as he allowed you to lead him through the cemetery, but you could feel his gaze lingering on the headstones bearing remembrance ribbons. A soft, saddened smile ghosted his lips.  

You hadn’t realized you’d stopped walking or that you’d found your destination until Bucky squeezed your hand again.  

Riley’s name stared back at you. Etched in stone, barely weathered since its marbling. A garland hung around the headstone, likely courteous of Riley’s mother judging by the stunning arrays of pinks and reds in the flowering. A gold ribbon sat at its base. You didn’t allow your eyes to drift to the dates listed under Riley's name, to be reminded of the dash that connected the year he was born to the one that stole him away. He was so young... so young... 

Bucky nudged the bouquet into your grip, but you clenched your hand to a fist, unable to take it. If he was thrown by it, you couldn’t tell. Instead, you felt the warm touch of his lips press to your hairline before he knelt down over Riley’s grave and set the flowers under his name.  

Bucky took his time returning to you. His right hand still entangled in yours, though the metal of his left rested at the top of the headstone as if laying upon a shoulder. You could see his lips moving, a breath of a laugh in his voice, though you couldn’t tell what he was saying.  

When he was finished, Bucky brushed the blades of grass from his knees. “Do you want some time alone?” 

You shook your head. You hadn’t been to the grave since the funeral and Sam had barely been able to keep you upright then. You’d hoped it would be easier with Bucky at your side, but a paralyzing guilt swarmed in and plagued through your body— physical as it warped in your stomach, your entire body clenched as if it were made of stone. 

“Is this wrong?” you whispered, a tear slipping over your cheek. The breeze kissed it away. “Do you think... Is it wrong of me to bring you here? Would he... Would he be angry with me for—” 

“No,” Bucky replied sincerely. He gathered you into his arms, the firm pressure of his left holding you steady as the gentle embrace of the right ran soothing patterns along your spine. “No, sweetheart. If Riley was anywhere close to the man you’ve told me about, I know he’d want you to be happy. He wouldn’t want you to close yourself off to the world for his sake. I know that if things were reversed, I wouldn’t want that for you, either.” 

You nodded into Bucky’s chest, daring a glimpse at the headstone as you held him tightly against you.  

“He’s a part of you. I understand that,” Bucky eased, no trace of jealousy on his tongue. “I’m honored that you asked me to come with you, that you wanted me to meet him. I owe Riley a lot. I owe him my life, I think.” 

You squeezed your hold around Bucky’s waist, understanding. Without Riley, you would have never crossed Bucky’s path, never would have met in the empty library at the VA or got coffee at Luciana’s or fallen in love under the oak tree in the park. You shuddered to think about what would have become of him if he’d never left his apartment that day, if he’d kept himself holed up for an eternity, blind to the light.  

“It’s a selfish thought, I know,” Bucky admitted. “I hope wherever he is, he knows that you’re safe. That you’re taken care of and loved. Riley was a good man, Y/n. He deserved to come home. He... He deserved this life.” 

The life Bucky currently had.  

He didn’t say it aloud, but you knew that was what he meant.  

The truth was, you weren’t certain if you and Riley would have made it together, even if he did come home from his second tour. He would have wanted to go back again and you would have let him, just to see him smile through the video screen. His nights at home would have been spent in agony.  

Riley was a good man. A man determined to fight for his country, even if it cost him everything. Including you.  

“He would have liked you,” you mumbled into Bucky’s sweater.  

“I fell in love with his girl,” Bucky chuckled. “I’m not too sure about that.” 

A smile lifted your cheeks, settling a hand against his chest to lift your gaze to his. Blue eyes shined back at you. 

“You were right, though.” The smile that graced Bucky’s lips was enough to ease the tension in your muscles. You felt the breeze nip at your ankles, drawing you closer to his embrace. “You make me happy. Riley would have liked you on that alone.” 

Bucky kissed at your temple as you turned to face Riley’s name upon the stone. The flowers danced against the gust of wind as it picked up a petal fallen at the roots. You watched as it swirled up into the air, spinning and fluttering as it were simply made to fly.

“We should head over to Sam’s before dinner gets cold,” you said after some time.  

“He’d have our heads,” Bucky agreed, a laugh in his chest purring against your ear.  

He started to lead you back to the road, but he stopped when he felt your hesitancy. Your eyes were drawn on the headstone, lingering. Bucky's lips grazed the crown of your head as he pulled away from you, stepping back as he nudged where you needed to go.  

You sighed, taking the last few steps up to Riley’s grave alone. Slowly, you bent to your knees, placing a tentative hand over the grass. Six feet below, you hoped it still laid over his heart. You closed your eyes, your fingers curling into the warm comfort of sun soaked greenery.  

There weren’t words to convey what you’d wanted to tell him in that moment.  

The aching of his loss. The regret you felt when you’d allowed him to leave. The missteps in your relationship.  

The love you would always carry for him. The gratitude in leading you to Bucky. The healing you’d learned by befriending Sam. The gifts he’d given you in his absence.  

The pink petal that had been twirling amongst the breeze landed on your fingertips. The feather light sensation of it nearly slipped your notice. Tears slid over your cheeks, though they were born of a bittersweet relief. You turned your hand over to gently grasp the petal in your hold, running your fingers over the smooth edges.  

Sensing Bucky’s eyes on you, the pride beaming on his face, you tucked the petal into your pocket. He extended a hand to you and when you rose, you didn’t feel the weight pushing down on your shoulders. The presence of the petal in your pocket granted you its lightness.  

And as Bucky’s hand wrapped around yours, you felt the gentle push of the breeze as it drifted you closer to his embrace.  

[latent-thoughts]

An Offering, A Connection...

Summary: When a little boy gets lost in the woods in England, what hope does he have to return to his home safe and sound? Who will come to his rescue? Well, a very chaotic entity that loves kids.

Author's Note: I usually don't write RPF, but I felt compelled to write this one. This concept had been rattling in my head for a while, but I never felt a push to actually write it. Until now, until today, when I had been down in the dumps, thinking I had lost my writing mojo for good. I guess Loki approved?

Category: General

Warnings: None

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Golden, rowdy curls... unsure, confused steps.

The child was… lost, for certain. He had looked around and tried to act brave at first. But soon, it all devolved into panic and fear.

He was now crying. No, he was a sobbing mess. Crying out for his mother, looking around with frantic, wet eyes.

He was deep in the woods and there was no help in sight.

Were his parents not around? Why wasn't anyone looking for him?

The hidden, shadowy figure moved closer to the boy as his sobs grew louder, drawn by his distress. Not a sound was heard, but a rustling of wind through the trees.

Slowly, the inky shadow took on a more solid form, though the shape looked like a mirage. Ever changing, never settling.

The boy hadn't noticed the presence yet, for he was far too perturbed with his immediate surroundings.

Finally, on a whim, the shifting mirage settled on a form, just as his footsteps squished the fallen, half rotten leaves on the wet ground.

It had rained not long ago, and it might as well start pouring again.

Not that it mattered. To him, it didn't…

But the child would be soaked, and it wouldn't bode well for him. Children were fragile little treasures, after all.

The boy turned around just as he heard the wet footsteps approaching, his eyes wide and terrified.

They were a lovely shade of blue, big and expressive.

He smiled, stopping before the boy, letting him observe him.

"W-Who are you?" he asked, his voice cracking with nerves, his little body shaking in response to both fear and the evening chill of the woods.

"That's irrelevant, dear heart. Are you lost?" he asked the trembling boy, extending his hand towards him as an offer.

The boy didn't move, eyeing his hand with apprehension.

He didn't trust him. That was wise. Trusting strangers in the woods was bad form.

But in this instance, there was little room for choice.

Ah, but he knew he had to be patient. Children were delicate beings. Innocent from all wiles, they held a special place in his heart.

Bending down on one knee, he asked the same question again.

"Are you lost, my child?"

It took him a beat, but the boy finally gave him a little nod, his lips trembling as the tears once again escaped his eyes.

"I want to go home," he mumbled, barely audible.

"I see." The proffered hand still extended towards the boy. "Come then, we shall find a way back."

Patience unlike which he usually possessed took over then, as he let the boy take his hand in a slow, measured approach.

"My mum says that I shouldn't trust strangers," the boy stated, even as he grasped his hand with his little fingers.

"That's all true and wise, but your mum should've been here to protect you."

He did feel a certain ire towards irresponsible parents.

"It's not her fault. I ran away and got lost," the boy said contritely, lowering his head. "I didn't listen to her. I just wanted to run, to feel the wind on my face. I didn't see where I was going."

"Ah, I see. So you were being rebellious." He smirked as he rose to his full height. "How very chaotic of you."

The boy grew less scared and weepy and more loquacious as they began to walk, the sun setting behind them, darkening the woods.

"Is that bad? Being chaotic?"

"Not at all. Chaos is but an aspect of life. Without it, nothing would move, nothing would stir. Nothing would grow."

"So… why did I get lost then? Why do bad things happen with chaos?"

"You think it's a bad thing, but perhaps it isn't. For what it's worth, I found you."

"Yes. But what were you doing in the woods? Were you lost as well? Or were you looking for something?"

A chuckle escaped between them. The boy was a curious creature. Good for him.

"No. I wasn't lost, neither was I looking for something. I simply love wandering in the woods. I'm at home with nature."

"Where do you live?"

"Far from here, but close enough to visit these woods every once in a while"

"You sound like a riddle, and you talk in a weird way."

Another chuckle. "Do I?"

"Yup. But I like it."

Slowly, they walked in a straight line and reached the edge of the woods, stepping onto the familiar grey asphalt that served as the pathway for all the manner of modern human conveyance.

"I recognize this road!" the child claimed with newfound enthusiasm, pulling at his hand as he tried to cross over to the other side.

He let him pull him, smiling down at him as he chirped about his house, which was only a block away.

Of course, it was.

Hand in hand, they reached the boy's home in no time at all.

"Come inside," the boy urged, still hanging onto his hand as they approached the house's main door. "Please?"

He let out a sigh. "I must not, dear. I have places I need to be"

The boy pouted. "But you said you just wander around."

"Not without a purpose. I do have things to do."

The boy looked down, then sideways at the door to his house, letting out a little sigh of disappointment.

"Alright. But I want to thank you."

"I accept your thanks."

Shaking his head, the boy looked up at him again, one hand still hanging onto him while the other fished something out from his pants pocket.

"Here, please have it. I wanted to give you something more, something bigger, but that's all I have right now." He raised his hand up, offering him a confection.

He recognized it--chocolate, one of his favoured sweet treats.

"Please have it."

Well, he wasn't the one to reject an offering. Especially so innocently given. But… an offering given so freely had to have its consequences.

Silently, the confection changed hands.

"I shall take my leave now." He bent down on his knee again, stroking the golden haired head of the boy, uttering a blessing audible to no one but him, spoken in a tongue as old as time itself. "Be good, and don't spread too much chaos and mischief. At least, not until you grow up a bit. You'll get plenty of opportunities when you do."

The boy nodded, though his eyes grew sad. "Before you go, can I at least know your name, sir?"

Lightning sparked up in the sky behind him as he rose, illuminating his pitch dark tresses as he gazed down at the boy, a kind smile gracing his sharp features.

"I have many names, but you may call me Loki."

Thunder rumbled then, loud and cracking as the rain came down in a heavy downpour. "Till we meet again, Tom."

Patting his head again, he turned around and walked away, disappearing into the sheet-like rain.

"Wait… how did you know my name?" the little boy called out in confusion, only to receive silence in response.

Silence and the clamouring rain…

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[Present Day]

"Tom? Hello, you still there?"

A blink, and just like that, his thoughts scattered, leaving the shadow of the memory behind. He pulled it back under lock and key, like always. This one wasn't meant to be shared with anyone.

"Yes, I'm here. Sorry, bad connection."

"Ah ok. As I was saying, Disney is going ahead with this thing, and it's going to be pretty big. They want new stories, and they're very eager to have one with Loki."

That was… a surprise. He hadn't been expecting this.

"Loki?"

"Yup."

"As much as I want this to happen, he's… well, he's dead."

He had to say that with a very heavy heart, even apologizing silently to the one he knew was certainly alive and watching over him.

"We'll figure something out. Are you game for it?"

He rubbed his palm against his face, closing his eyes. He was pretty certain that he heard a chuckle echo around him, light and effervescent and almost inaudible.

"You have to be gentle with my heart, Louis, I can't keep saying goodbye to him. Be still, my heart."

"I understand, man, but this time, you'll get the reins. Tell his story in a more fleshed out way, it's gonna be a whole series."

"A whole series, you say?"

"Yeah."

Tom opened his eyes and smiled, shaking his head in disbelief and joy.

"I'm in."

Just as the call disconnected, he went to his kitchen and opened the fridge, taking out a dark chocolate bar.

"Thank you," he murmured softly, smiling to himself as he placed it on the counter and went off to take Bobbie out for a run.

He knew that it'd be gone by the time he'd return. Just like it always did.

The End

[seranhere]

AKDHJS DANA TERRACE YOU DID NOT JUST END SEASON 2 LIKE THAT OML

IM BAWLING MY EYES WTF THIS IS CRUSHING

King, oh poor King taking this burden on himself and making such a promise. But his collar! He could wear it again and hide from the collector! Actually wait now that The Collector has a physical form that may not work anymore, also where are this kid's parents? Do stars have parents?

How are the Owl gang going to get back together though. The portal was destroyed. Actually, how did Belos even end up in The Boiling Isles in the first place? Plus seeing as how there was a close up shot of the Belos wall goo attaching to Hunter we are going to see him again. Ooh wait but Luz still has her palisman, do the others as well?? Anyhow s3 is going to be Amity, Willow, and Gus dealing with no magic whatsoever, Luz and Hunter helping them adjust but also trying to portal back most likely with the help of Belos goo and possibly the palisman(though if we really wanted to be dramatic here the palisman would hatch after they return to the Isles at the last possible moment like 15 mins left of the whole series)

Ok no but seriously how did Belos even end up in the Boiling Isles? It is obviously connected to the house, or at least the spot where the house is. Also we can infer that Belos and his brother were founders, or at the very least important figureheads, of the town Luz is in due to us seeing bits of the town back when Vee was introduced. You could say that Titan blood, or pools of it such as what Eclipse Lake used to be, created pathways between each dimension and witch hunters found a way to actually use it OR Belos' brother fell for a girl, but she had a secret, Bro didn't care about the witch part just to be happy part, witch knew how to travel between both worlds but it was tricky and could only open for so long, Bro and Witch plan to run away together to the Boiling Isles, Belos overhears, all three end up traveling through then the portrait events we see in Hollow Mind take place so on and so forth now we are here.

Um i don't know where is was going with this

DANA TERRACE I HOPE YOU KNOW I CANT WAIT FOR SEASON 3 BUT I WILL BE CRYING AND CONSUMING FAN WORKS LIKE CRAZY WHILST ALSO PRAISING THE TEAM BEHIND OWL HOUSE

THABK YOU AND GOODNIGHT

[onebizarrekai]

undeniable proof that shuichi and kokichi were gay in v3

prepare yourself for the most big brain thing that has ever bigged your brain

chapter 1

shuichi saihara spends this chapter following kaede around because they were just trapped in a godforsaken killing game and everything seems to suck. when faced with a situation such as this, the natural inclination is to either find someone to latch onto or to distrust and stick to oneself. shuichi does the former because he is a twiggy little man who would probably die in a fight before anyone even attacked him.

what is kokichi doing in this chapter? sticking to himself? stalking someone? that is the real question. nobody knows what he is doing because he is not the protagonist and not the obligatory party companion. however, since v3 follows a theme of fiction, it is totally logical to believe that some system must be in place, but kokichi is not bound by such a system because kokichi represents anarchy.

he does not stick with another for all to see, nor does he remain alone. alas, he searches for a secret companion and has not found one yet. who shall he find? shall he find any? the truth is, he gravitates towards shuichi. it’s supposed to be in secret, but there is a way in the game to see what really happened.

if you speak to tsumugi right before everyone is asked to gather at the cafeteria a second time, she mentions sonic the hedgehog. kokichi runs by, saying “got to go fast”. this means that kokichi has either played sonic the hedgehog or is at least well-versed in sonic memes. if you get this dialogue, and only if you get it, later, kokichi makes another sonic reference, saying “faker? I think you’re the fake hedgehog around here!” while he confuses everyone, the dialogue makes the odd choice of stopping on shuichi, even though the dialogue box only includes “…” and nothing else.

chapter 2

if you have unlocked tsumugi’s sonic dialogue and go to the monomono machine, you now have a 5% chance of getting sonic merchandise. if you give this merchandise to kokichi, you get some interesting dialogue. he says “wow, shuichi! how did you know that I grew up playing sonic and that it’s my absolute favorite video game series of all time?” this immediately maxes out all 5 of his friendship fragments, and you can get all 5 of his hangouts without giving him any more presents. you’re probably wondering why this is important, but you will see.

as kaede is now dead, shuichi finds himself horribly alone. while kaito is there and starts calling him his sidekick, the force of protagonist syndrome has caused shuichi to gain the courage to hang out with anyone, including kokichi of course. I don’t need to talk about kokichi’s hangouts. they literally end with “I stole your heart, so now I’m satisfied!” and it doesn’t get gayer than that.

or does it?

if you investigate the bathroom part of ryoma’s lab during this chapter and click on a very specific spot in order to enter one of the stalls, you can click on the toilet 5 times and shuichi will lie down on the floor. while it’s to investigate the underside of the toilet, and there is nothing to be found, the words “kokichi was here” are written on the ceiling above the stall. if you’ve already hung out with kokichi at least once in this chapter, shuichi will sigh and wonder what kokichi is doing right now.

if you’ve given kokichi the sonic merchandise, and you reach kokichi’s final free time event in this chapter, he will actually question shuichi after he finishes bandaging kokichi’s finger up, briefly commenting on how shuichi managed to get close to him so quickly and asking him “what his trick is”. he says “you must like me a whole lot, shuichi. I hope you don’t bail on me after this.” word for word, literally just hear me out.

“kokichi places his warm hand on mine, and I feel like he’s prying much deeper than he usually does.”

“I didn’t think that was possible…”

chapter 3

little did you know, giving kokichi the sonic merchandise unlocked a bonus hangout. yes, you heard me right. a WHOLE bonus hangout. you can hang out with him again whenever you want in this chapter. kokichi only says “good to see you.” you can select yes or no.

the screen will fade to black.

you have used up a free time.

if you have reached this hidden part of kokichi’s relationship sequence, random dialogue that isn’t in the normal game starts getting sprinkled in, as well as certain easter eggs. when angie starts her whole shtick, since you’ve already hung out with kokichi 5 times, there are a few things he has to say straight up, like how he’s going to teach shuichi about cults so shuichi doesn’t accidentally join the student council.

chapter 4

now that you’ve finally reached chapter 4 and activated the secret kokichi pathway, you get a hidden scene, much like the others that are triggered by having specific items in your inventory. in the middle of the night, kokichi breaks into shuichi’s room and shakes him awake, telling him that someone stole his almond milk.

shuichi tells kokichi to shut up and rolls over.

fun fact, if you get the hangout with miu where she checks whether shuichi is a virgin, she does, in fact, say “ha, I can’t believe this!” and if you zoom in the window behind her, you can barely make out kokichi’s face. peering in. watching you. if you click on him at any point during this hangout, you will hear a voice clip of kokichi’s laugh and shuichi will internally respond to miu’s dialogue differently. he will think “miu is the last person I need to know about this…”

in this sonic dialogue route, shuichi responds slightly differently to kokichi revealing that he is the mastermind. although his dialogue is mostly the same, he counts approximately 22 extra crying sprites, implied to be caused by additional heartbreak.

chapter 5-6

these chapters play out mostly the same way until the very end, the only exception being when you’re investigating kokichi’s lab. if you click on kokichi’s throne 13 times, one of the bookshelves will slide out of the way to reveal a hidden bathroom. there is an envelope taped to the wall that says “for my beloved detective, who habitually smacks things over and over.” it says “if you’re reading this, I’m probably dead. or am I? wouldn’t you like to know? nishishi.” shuichi comments about the fact that kokichi literally wrote that stupid laugh out, only to start crying again.

make sure that you have kind lie equipped as one of your skills before you start the final trial.

if you’ve done everything exactly according to plan up to this point, the ending is different.

tsumugi decides to show kokichi’s audition tape instead of kaede’s. he says “I’d love to be a part of danganronpa! I can finally be a bad guy without being scared!” but then kokichi looks directly at the camera. he says “naw, just messing with you. guess who?”

the screen cracks.

kokichi has suddenly entered the scene of the trial. tsumugi looks horrified. her wig falls off. everyone is at a loss for words. suddenly the screens and lights around them start to black out until everyone is left in almost complete darkness.

shuichi finally asks kokichi how he’s alive. he’s like, “you DIED” and kokichi is like “or did I? it’s the grand finale, shuichi! I owe you the truth this one time, because you’re my favorite.” everyone listens intently. “you see, by observing your irrational actions, almost like that of a main character… I was able to conclude that we exist in a fictional world that plays by certain rules. but we all been knew, didn’t we? not quite! someone forgot to test for exploits.” himiko just goes like “what the fuck you smokin?” and kokichi just laughs. “my self awareness has given me more power than you can possibly imagine! let’s just say I learned where the hit boxes are broken and installed a few cheat codes in the meantime!”

“no… that’s impossible! this isn’t supposed to be part of the ending at all!” tsumugi doesn’t like that one bit. she just kinda breaks down crying. shuichi isn’t paying attention to her though. he had accepted oblivion only to be greeted with kokichi being alive. as annoying as kokichi is, they are hopelessly in love. maki is a little disturbed.

after passionately reuniting with shuichi, kokichi says the thing. “this world is mine now, tsumugi! you got nothin on this! it’s time to say goodbye to this trash dump and create a new reality!” tsumugi just kinda goes like “noooo!!!”

everything goes black. shuichi has a vision about entering creative mode. kokichi has opped him. they take hands. “let’s create someplace way more fun.” maki and himiko and keebo look at each other because they’re floating in the background and watching this happen even though it’s supposed to be an internal vision. the screen goes white.

shuichi graces us with some internal protagonist dialogue about how he doesn’t really understand what’s happening anymore or what’s waiting for them outside of this world, but he thinks that things might turn out ok.

after unlocking this ending, you unlock a super secret video that you can view from the main menu. it’s a fully animated video of kokichi and dice dancing to world is mine. this is what they spent all their budget on

[artzee-bee]

Vanilla and strawberries| Mazikeen x cottagecore!Reader

Fandom: Lucifer

Summary: Maze and cottagecore!reader have breakfast together

Genre: Fluff

Warnings: None

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Sure, Maze had never been to your house before and sure, you were a big softie in your floral mini dressed and puff sleeved blouses but a cottage in the middle of nowhere? You chose to live here? Of all places? It seemed inconvenient to say the least, the closest town being a 30 minute car ride away .

The house in itself was an old, rustic cottage. The brick walls were ornate with white trims for the windows and wallflowers that Maze didn’t know the name of but could already hear you in her head, picking up every individual one between your little fingers and telling her all about them. She smiled at the thought. A little pathway led her to your front door, which looked like something out of a fantasy novel: circular at the top, with a flower crown for decoration. Somewhat unsure, she knocked on your door and soon enough, you answered. Dressed in a light pink summer dress, flowy, but tight in the waist, you were as beautiful as ever, if not more beautiful in the morning light.

“Maze! You came!” you said, wrapping your arms around her waist and pulling her into a hug

“Of course. What else could I have possibly been doing if not breakfast with my favorite girl?” you giggled. It wasn’t often that your girlfriend allowed herself to be soft and cutesy, so cheesy things like that meant more to you than they would have any other time, coming from anyone else.

“Come on in! I have almost everything set up.”

Your excitement was intoxicating and even though Maze felt out of place a minute ago, in her tight leather pants and black top, she forgot all about it when she saw your smile and heard the joy in your voice. It just reminded her again of why she loved you so much: you were the kindest, most positive person she knew and you helped her change for the better too.

“Take your shoes off please, I’ll bring you a different pair” you said, already searching frantically around the house. By the time Maza finished unzipping both her boots, you came back with a pair of bunny slippers, white and fluffy, looking brand new. A cheeky smile on your face suggested you knew that Maze would never normally wear anything like that but you still tried. To your surprise, she took them from your hands carefully and slipped them on

“How are they?” Maze made a few steps, looking down at them, examining everything from the pearly eyes of the bunnies to the puff ball at the back, imitating a tail

“Cozy?” she said unsure, making you laugh

“Come!” you grabbed her hand and led her down the hall and through the kitchen.

The kitchen was a mess, the counter was full of egg shells and spilled milk.  An opened bag of sugar was sitting way too close to the edge and a gold spoon with pink details was peeking from the top. 

You let go of Maze’s hand, going to grab two mugs from the cabinet, except when you turned around, you catch her playing with the dead rose petals that had fallen from the bouquet you had on the table

“Oh, yes.” you say “Should have cleaned those up a while ago” Maze laugh

“Is this the one I gave you?” she said, pointing at the few roses still alive in your vase

“Yeah. From our last date”

“In that case I can’t believe they survived this long”

“I take good care of them” Maze gave you a sweet smile . She was looking at you with love and compassion and you felt yourself melt under her gaze

“I know you do” Maze wrapped her arm around your waist and brought you closer to her, wrapping you in a  tight hug. Your arms linked around her waist and your head rested on her shoulder. You inhaled her strong perfume, which reminded you of Lux. Of the dark and the people and the booze. It had never been your scene, until you found Maze. Now you felt a certain thrill when you thought about that place

“You know” you said “If we don’t go now the bees might get to our breakfast first” Maze giggled and nodded, allowing you to take her hand and lead the way. You wrapped your fingers around hers and pulled her up the stairs and through your bedroom. 

Your bedroom looked just as Maze imagined it. The peach colored walls were covered in drawings and prints of flowers and artwork. Vines were spread out across the ceiling, little paper butterflies peeking from in between. Almost every corner, desk and chair in the room held a little potted plant. Right in front of her was your little balcony. You had two chairs and a little table there. As she approached, she couldn’t help but be mesmerized by the endless field that was (partly) your back yard.

“It’s so pretty” she said, without even thinking much about it

“I know” you replied “You should see the sunset”

“I want to”

“You could stay tonight?” you replied nervously, praying to God she will say yes because you could not think of a better way to spend your night

“I will'' Maze replied enthusiastically. You couldn’t help the smile on your face, but you needed to focus back on setting up the table.

For the first time, Maze looked at the table you had prepared for them. It was filled to the brim with all sorts of food. Maze saw eggs and bacon and pancakes and a whole platter of cheeses. You prepared tea and fruits and all kinds of jams. Maze was amazed at how many things you were able to fit on there, but she was excited. She couldn’t remember the last time she ate anything other than take out and knowing you put so much work and effort into this breakfast, just because she was coming over, made Maze want to cry on the spot. She’s never felt this welcome anywhere before!

You two dug into everything. Maze loved hearing the excitement in your voice talking about the process of cooking everything on the table. She loved hearing about your painting and the interesting new book you were reading, by some philosopher with a funny name that you were really interested in. She didn’t exactly care for philosophy, she knew everything she needed to know, about life and death, but hearing you talk and watching all your exaggerated hand gestures was a kind of heaven she was never used to. She loved you. She’d told you that before but everytime felt like the first for her. The same nervous gitter and the anxious pit in her stomach, making her wonder if you were going to say it back. You always did. She watched the wind play with your hair and the bows on your sleeves, and felt the need to jump into your arms and kiss you softly. Feel the heat of your body and taste your coconut chapstick but instead, she scooted her chair closer to yours, just enough to reach out to hold your hand. It was warm and soft and Maze thought that if she wasn’t careful enough she might cut you with one of her rings. 

You asked her about Lux and Lucifer and she told you everything there was to know. About Lucifer and Decker’s new relationship drama and about Linda and her baby and how much Maze wanted to hang out with the little baby more but she was afraid

“Afraid of what?” “That I will hurt him. Or that he might hate me and cry. I’ll scare him and we’ll never grow up to be friends”

“Maze, what are you even talking about?” your giggle was soft and full of good intentions “You are not as horrible with kids as you think you are, ok? Take Trixie for example”

“Trix is much older”

“Still a kid though. And she loves you” Maze couldn’t argue with you on that

“Look” you said, seeing that your girlfriend was still lost in thoughts, “ How about I give you some tips?”

How many of those tips actually stuck to Maze was up to debate but the sound of your voice was engraved in her head and in her heart and if she could listen to it everyday for the rest of her life, she would. She couldn’t help herself from reaching out every once in a while to kiss your lips. You tasted like vanilla and strawberries and your palm was cold against the back of Maze’s neck. When it got windy out, you brought a big knitted blanket from inside, and wrapped it around the both of you. Maze rested her head on your shoulder and tried to take in every little detail about that moment. She’ll need it when she replays this whole scene in her head, once she gets home.

[genshin-obsessed]

The Chase | Aether x Reader

Aether is realy cute. So funny story, when I started playing Genshin, I got bored (gasp i know) and started playing another game. When I came back, I forgot I had already made an account, so I chose him the second time around. I really like him ;w; Length: 826

Summary: You were so close to your destination, but then he caught you.

You ran down the pathway, pushing the tree branches out of the way as you sprinted to safety. You could see your destination in the distance but it might’ve been too far. Your lungs were on fire, your legs were starting to become numb, and your throat burned but you didn’t stop. You were tired but you needed to keep moving.

You ran towards the edge of the small cliff and dove off, your glider opening up as you moved towards the ground. You could hear him right behind you so you couldn’t afford to stop.

A squeal escaped your lips as you tripped, but quickly pushed yourself back up and kept running. You dodged the trees, quickly running into a wheat field to hide yourself as you kept running. You were almost there!

Escaping the wheat fields, you quickly climbed up a rock formation and jumped over. You squat down for a moment to catch your breath, pressing your hand against your chest. It hurt. Your chest hurt, your legs hurt, everything hurt. You rubbed your cheeks that were becoming numb due to how heavily you were breathing. You were starting to get dizzy too.

Your hand flew to your mouth when you heard footsteps getting closer. He found you. He’d found you! Taking a quiet deep breath, you stood up and started sprinting.

“THERE!” Out of the corner of your eye, you saw a flash of yellow and willed yourself to run faster.

Almost there! Almost there!

A scream left your mouth as you felt yourself lurch forward, a heavy weight falling on you. The two of you tumbled down the hill before you felt yourself land on a warm cushion.

You needed a moment, all that heavy breathing had made you so dizzy. Finally, you looked up and sighed in defeat. Your boyfriend smiled at you as he flipped you over so that he was above you.

“That was good! You did much better than last time!” You pouted, letting your hands move up his arms and around his shoulders.

“Ugh! I almost beat you! How are you so fast?!” He chuckled and pushed your hair out of the way, even fanning you a little.

“Practice. You can do it, I know you can.” You rolled your eyes as you saw a small head pop up behind him.

“Are you ok, (f/n)?” You nodded as Aether moved off of you, allowing Paimon to float and stop in front of you.

“Yep. Just tired. Really, really tired.” Not to mention dizzy from all that rolling. Your hands fell next to your head as you closed your eyes. You felt a breeze and looked to use Aether using his anemo abilities. “Thank you!” You smiled, letting the breeze cool off your heating body.

Aether was a really fast runner, so fast that you wanted to see if you could keep up with him. Overtime, your small races turned into a more fun activity. Chasing. Aether would give you a headstart after you two determined the end point and let you run ahead, then he would chase you.

If he caught you, he won. If you managed to escape him and get to your destination first, you won. However, out of ten of these, you had yet to win. You turned your head up and noticed your destination not so far away. Actually, a few more seconds and you would’ve won. It was just above the hill you two had tumbled down.

Finally, you sat up and smiled at Aether, holding your arms out. You always pushed yourself a little too hard and now your legs felt like jelly, so you couldn’t even walk. They would be so damn sore tomorrow.

Without another word, Aether stood up and picked you up in his arms as Paimon floated beside him.

“Hey! How come you never carry Paimon?”

“Paimon, you’re flying. I don’t need to carry you.” Aether chuckled as the two of you headed back towards Mondstat.

“Oh! Paimon heard Lisa was planning a trip to Liyue for a vacation! When do we go?”

“It’s the day after tomorrow. Hopefully by then, (f/n)’s legs aren’t super sore or I’ll have to carry her the whole way there.” You giggled, wrapping your arms around him, your fingers brushing against the aquamarine earring he wore.

“Don’t act like you don’t want to.”

“Oh? Do I? I don’t know, I might drop you.” He quickly lowered his arms, making you squeal thinking he would drop you. However, his angelic laughter surrounded you, making you scoff as you playfully slapped his arm.

“Mean!” However, he lifted you closer, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I would never drop you. I swear.” You smiled with adoration before leaning in and pressing your lips against his in a sweet, loving kiss. He returned it with as much fervor as he could before you two pulled apart.

“I know. I trust you.”

[starfirette]

Ok but Helena Bertinelli x fem!reader where Helena takes all her pent up anger out on reader thru sex and she just tops the FUCK out of R and it’s super hot and R lowkey loves when Helena gets angry when it leads to steamy sex👀 oof I need a MINUUUTE😫

a/n: this is very smutty. it is more emotionally angry, and y/n more takes her anger out on helena, BUT i think it's good. .......i think?? | 18+

masterlist | more helena | inbox | ships + requests open

Every single piece of furniture was toppled over.

The fine china that you’d once had shelved on display littered the floor in ground little pieces.

It was a shocking scene to say the least, especially when you were expecting to walk through the door and take an instant nap.

After being in Moscow for the week, both you and Helena had been looking forward to coming back to the shared Alaska home high up in the mountains.

As you stared around in a state of shock, Helena pulled you by the waist. It was as though she wanted to shield you from the destruction that laid before your eyes.

You weren’t naive. At least, not too naive. You could recognize what was going on.

The last time something similar happened was three years ago. At that time, you and Helena had recently been married. It was the threats and destruction that followed Helena which caused her to leave Gotham with you in tow. Together, you traveled halfway across the across the country, in search for a haven that would protect you from Helena’s enemies.

But they’d found you. Again.

“Get your coat,” Helena instructed as she pushed you towards the foyer. 

“But-”

“Get your coat, now, Y/n,” she snapped again, not bothering to look at you. 

You felt oddly embarrassed by the way your wife had spoken to you. You mustered a submissive nod as you hurried to pull on the coat you’d just taken off.

Helena’s angry, Italian cursing bounced off the walls as she turned through the house, her shoes crunching over glass. She spoke with someone in the phone. Her words were fast and icy. She rarely spoke in Italian, but you’d been with her long enough to learn some of the lingo.  She spoke about a safe house and about a rabbit--

Maybe rabbit wasn’t the right word. 

But you’re positive it’s something about a safehouse. 

You waited in the foyer, shivering in the heavy coat you wore despite the warmth it was generating. 

Helena came rushing to you after her phone conversation ended. “We’re getting back in the car,” she instructed you, using her hands to physically turn you back to face the door. 

“Wait, what’s going on?” you asked, feeling dumb as she snatched a random sweater from the coat closet. 

“We’ve been found, so we’re leaving,” Helena said again, slowing her words as if she was trying to dumb it down for you. She put her arm around your waist, ushering you out of the house and carefully down the snowy pathway that led to your driveway. The fresh powdered snow had two sets of footprints, your own and Helena’s. You didn’t see any others, nothing that would have alerted you to thinking someone had broken in. 

Your face burned with warmth as Helena buckle you into the passenger seat. You don’t like being babied by her. You were tempted to bitch about the way she was treating you, but you knew better. At least, right now. You try to remember she’s in a panic, and she’s running on auto pilot. 

The car raced down the long driveway that wrapped in a spiral down the mini mountain. 

Your heart thumped in your throat as she sped away from the house. You clutched into your seatbelt, letting it dig into your palms. “Slow down,” you finally blurted out.

Helena grunted in response. Her foot reluctantly pumped the break.  

You know she doesn’t like to be told to slow down, or to relax, or to be safe. Even so, Helena knows you don’t like when she drives to fast, or goes into a rage, or puts her safety on the line. 

The drive was silent as she expertly navigated some snowy backroads. You wanted to talk to her, maybe even distract her from whatever was boiling in her brain. She didn’t explain what was happening. You were left to your own devices. You could only assume she was taking you to one of her safe checkpoints in Cordova. That had been ingrained into to your mind; Cordova is safe. If anything happens, go to Cordova and call someone, whether it be Harley or one of Helena’s contacts in Italy.

You slumped down your seat, shifting all of your body to lean against your door, your head against the window. "I love you," you muttered.

Helena didn't say anything.

The underground house in Cordova spans 500 square feet. It's nothing fancy. It's more of a basic studio flat than a house, really, with a very well structured lay out. The kitchen consisted of a two burner stove and an old fashioned ice box. On that same note, the given bedroom was really just a queen size mattress on the floor, shoved in a corner against the north eastern wall. It had a pile of new pillows, still wrapped in their Macy's store liners.

You dropped your coat on the little coffee table in the dead center of the room. It faced an outdated, but thorough, television set, with a boxy TV and VHS player. Stacks of worn VHS tapes and magazines were laced neatly on the little coffee table, alongside the clunky television remote.

A single door was on the western wall, and you assumed it led to the bathroom.

You pried off your shoes as Helena closed the heavy vault door, turning all of the metal spires so the locks clicked, leaving only you and her within the room.

It was a heavy silence for a couple minutes. Helena didn't do anything but stand, staring intensely at the vaulted door, as if it was responsible for destroying your mountain top mansion.

You curled into the bed. The quilts had the consistency of hotel blankets, thin and flimsy, allowing all the cold air to pass through the threads.

The side of the bed sank when Helena sat down, her long legs bent at the knees awkwardly. Her hand placed softly on your back, which was huddled in the corner of the bed, pulled over with the quilts.

"Are you okay?" Helena asked. Her voice was hard. She sounded as if she were in a great deal of pain.

You rolled over. You faced your own wall, turning your back on her. When you did not answer, Helena asked again. "Don't ignore me," she snapped.

You jerked upright.

Helena looked momentarily surprised, as if she'd watched a corpse rise from his grave. You stared at her with wide, angry eyes.

"Don’t even start,” you snapped, holding up a finger to stop whatever words Helena was about to start blabbering out.

"You're not allowed to speak to me any way you want, any time you want," you added with a jab of your finger. You scrambled to leave the bed, tripping over the bedding as you clumsily plunged out of her reach.

"I understand that you're stressed," you said, trying to control the volume at which you spoke. "But you always take it out on me. You always make me feel like the world's going to end."

Helena pinched her nose, bending so her elbows rested on her knees. She looked stressed, just so stressed, just about as stressed as you were feeling, but maybe less angry and shaky. "This is serious, Y/n," she said slowly, as if she didn't think you would have understood her otherwise.

"Even so, we have to keep our wits about us. We have to keep our relationship steady, otherwise we're just going to fall apart and fail. This relationship will not last. It will not last. We are always going to be chased by these troubles, by your enemies. I think I could handle it if we didn't get into massive fucking fights every time it happened. It feels like I'm a kid again, watching my parents go back and forth, staying together 'for us kids', when it's pretty clear that divorce would just be better for all of us."

Helena by now had released her face. She had a blank expression as she stared at you.

"I'm sorry," she finally said.

You couldn't muster much energy, so you shrugged and collapsed on the little sofa. "I don't care anymore," you muttered. "I just want water. I want to sleep."

Helena ran to your side. She knelt at your feet, quite literally on her hands and knees for you. She braced her hands on your thighs. "How can I make it up to you?"

You stared down at her, unsure of what to say.

"I cannot lose you," she said next. "There wouldn't be a reason to have such safehouses like this if I lost you."

"I cannot handle these fights anymore. It's too much."

"What can I do?"

"I just want to sleep," you sighed. "I'd rather just...listen to the television."

Helena led you to the bed, straightening out the mess you'd made when you'd trampled out of it. You shimmied out of your pants, throwing them out so you could sleep comfortably.

"Please just talk to me," Helena begged as she laid behind you. She wrapped her arms around you tenderly, your back pressed against her chest. "I'm just tired, Helena," you sighed as you let your eyes fall shut.

Helena dragged her hand up the stomach of your shirt, her calloused palm tucking close against your belly.

"I'm tired," you whispered.

Her fingers slipped beneath the band of your underwear. Her palm cupped your warmth, her lips pressing soothing kisses behind your ear.

She did not tease that night. She swept two finger tips into the opening of your hot, twitchy cunt, swiping drops of arousal and then spreading it around your clit. The lubricant beneath her fingertips made the sensation slippery and slick. You slowly gasped at the feeling. The sensation got you to slip out of your body for a split second, as if you could see the scene playing out in front of you. Your hips were grinding fast and hard into Helena's hand.

You snatched her wrist and pushed her hand down. "Inside," you snapped. "If you're really sorry, then inside."

"As you wish," Helena murmured. Her three fingers pushed up and in, stretching the velvety walls of your cunt out. You wanted to scream. Her fingers curled and reached up at the spongey spot way inside of you, like the brightest star in all the galaxy.

"Shit!" you cried. You lurched your head back, your hair scrunching up into Helena's face and nose. She didn't seem to care as she slowly pumped in and out, always making sure to press up at your starpoint.

"Never again," you cried as you gripped at Helena's forearm. You used this as an anchor point to keep you grounded while you wiggled your hips into Helena's hand. "You're never again going to treat me this way. Do you understand?"

"Yes, Dove, yes," Helena assured you in a soothing voice. "You're such a good bird for me," she sighed, her cool breath tickling your ear. "And you deserve good things. You deserve to cum all over my hand."

Yes, an internal voice shrieked within you. You thought another version of yourself would punch through your chest and take over, take over everything.

Your entire existence rolled up into nothing but pure light as you felt your high coming on quickly. You knew you were cumming, and Helena did too, for she used her other hand to simultaneously stimulate your clit.

The pressure released, like a balloon snapping in your belly.

You were breathing heavily as you sank into Helena's arms. You hadn't realized how tense you'd been until all of your muscles relaxed.

"I'm sorry, Dove," Helena murmured into your ear. She held you tight and close. Her natural perfume, a blend of rosewater and fresh flowers, flooded your senses. With your energy dwindling after such an exertion, you didn't have the strength to argue or complain. You laid there, silently accepting her apology. No longer were you distracted by the wanton desires for orgasm and relief. And in the same way, you were no longer consumed with bitter anger.

"Do you promise we're going to be alright?" you asked, voice cracking and hoarse.

Helena kissed your neck.

"I do."

[samdeancass]

My Guy

Requested by: Anonymous

Pairing: Kevin x fem!reader

Genre: Angst, Fluff

Characters: Kevin, Y/N, Ben, Gwen

Words: 1224

A/N: Set in Alien Force.

Description: Kevin is ashamed of his mutated form and shuts himself away from the world. Y/N finds him and brings him back home.

You ran up the pathway and banged on Ben’s front door, breathing heavily. A tired looking Ben opened the door and you walked straight inside without saying a word. “Come in, Y/N.” Ben muttered this under his breath as he closed the door behind you and leaning against the door. You shot him daggers. “This is no time to be funny, Tennyson. I need your help.”

Ben crossed his arms across his chest and gave a smug smile. “And what could Y/N L/N possibly need my help with?” Frustration was bubbling up inside you at the fact that Ben wasn’t taking anything seriously. You stormed up to him and grabbed the collars of his shirt, bunching them up between your fingers. “Listen Ben, you and Gwen are the only people who can help me with my problem.” Ben’s eyes widened as he witnessed a small tear falling down your face. Your grip on his shirt loosened as you cradled your face with your hands, letting all of your pent up anxiety and frustration out through crying. Ben brought you in for a tight hug, stroking your hair.

“Please tell me what the problem is. I promise I will do everything in my power to help you.” You looked up at Ben with watery eyes and a sniffling nose. “It-It’s Kevin. I can’t find him anywhere. Whilst I was working, he left me a note saying that he’s leaving Bellwood. I’ve looked all over town for him. I’ve rang his phone multiple times but he’s ignoring my calls. I need to know that he’s OK Ben!”

The sobs started again as Bens face fell; his face was filled with dread. Knowing his best friend, he was probably going on a deadly mission solo, being too macho to ask for help. Ben closed his eyes and pulled you away from him, looking you straight in the eyes. “I promise, Y/N, we will find him.” You nodded as Ben gave you a small smile, wiping your tears away.

“Let’s go and see if Gwen has anything that can help us. She’s usually the best person to go to when you need to find somebody.” Ben guided you over to the door and turned the knob. “You may need an object of Kevin’s in case Gwen can find a spell to track him.” You nodded. “I have just the thing.” You shrugged the jacket off your shoulders and looped it over your arm. “This is his favourite jacket, so it should do the trick.” 

Ben pulled into the driveway of Gwen’s house. He had called ahead and asked her to gather everything she could about a tracking spell. The front door was already open, so you and Ben walked straight inside and up the stairs.

Gwen’s door was wide open and you could see a mountain of books filling the room. “Gwen?” A head popped up over the books. “Hey guys, I have some good news for you!” A smile graced your features as Gwen began to explain her findings.

“I’ve found a tracking spell. It’s very simple, it only needs one ingredient. We need something of Kevin’s.” You stepped forward and handed her the jacket. “Alright then.” Gwen closed her eyes and began to chant a small incantation.

The next time she opened her eyes, they were pink with mana. “I’ve found him, Y/N, in an abandoned house a few miles outside of Bellwood.” Before she could finish her sentence, you were dragging Ben out of the door. “Text me the co-ordinates, Gwen!” She laughed at Ben’s flailing figure as you pulled him through the front door.

Anxiety coarsed through your body as Ben parked outside the abandoned house. “Are you sure this is it, B?” Ben put the co-ordinates into his phone again to double check their current location. “Yep, definitely.” He could see the anxiety in your face and placed a caring hand on your shoulder. “Do you want me to come in with you?” You shook your head in response. “No, I’ll be alright. Thanks though.”

Ben nodded in understanding as you opened the car door and walked up the pathway of the house. You knocked on the door but it swung open, so you stepped inside. “Kev?” No answer. “Kev, baby, it’s Y/N.” You began to walk around the lower part of the house, poking your head into all the room and using your phone as a flashlight.

You were just about to give up looking on the ground floor when you heard a slight creak coming from the end of a darkened room. Inquisitively, you walked into the room and flashed the flashlight in the direction of the sound. “Kevin!”

You rushed towards him and wrapped your arms around his neck, happy tears falling down your cheeks. “What are you doing here? All alone, in the dark. “Why did you leave?” You placed your hands on his cheeks and looked him in the eyes to try and figure out what was going on.

Your heart broke as the eyes that were usually filled with love and happiness were now filled with regret and shame. “Please Kev, talk to me. I can help you.” Kevin opened his mouth to speak, but decided against it. He took a deep breath and looked away from you, as if he was ashamed.

“I’m a disappointment, Y/N. I’ve let all of you down. This wasn’t supposed to happen.” Your heart broke more Kevin’s words filled your ears. “I’m so ashamed of this, of my mutation. Every time I look at myself in the mirror, I’m just reminded of all the bad things that I’ve done. I’m not good enough for you, Y/N. I never have been and I never will be. Your better off leaving me here and going back to Bellwood to live your life without me.”

You were speechless as Kevin broke down crying in front of you. You had never seen Kevin this way, so broken. You brought his face back to yours and looked him dead in the eye. “You are not a disappointment, Kevin. You are one of the bravest people I know. Look at how much you’ve changed! How could anybody be disappointed in that, eh?”

You rubbed your thumb over Kevin’s rocky skin, running your fingers along all of the cracks. “You should never be ashamed of who you are, Kev. Each and every part of you, good and bad, makes you who you are. I will never leave you behind, you are the best part of me. My life changed the day I met you. You brought happiness into my life when there was so much darkness. Mutated or not, Kevin, you will always be my guy. Nothing will ever change that.”

A smile slowly formed on Kevin’s face as your kind words sunk into him. Slowly he leaned forward and pressed his lips against yours, passion shining through. He broke away from you and began to stroke your cheek lovingly. “What would I do without you, Y/N? You’re always by my side, no matter what. I love you so much.”

You leaned forward and pressed your forehead against his. “I love you to, Kevin. Always and forever.” You then stood up and held your hand out for him to take, which he did. “Now let’s go home, together.”