#okay well it's more minimal but shh

[strawberryblackcrown]

suffering in kagatobi brainrot once more when one of these dudes only appears twice ever so there's like no content for them :D

[dearhargrove]

Survivors

Evan Buckley x reader

summary You're taking care of Christopher when Buck comes home, looking absolutely drained and in shock and goes straight to Christophers room. You overhear the news and make sure to care for both Chris and Buck.

word count 1639

tags pretty much episode 14 season 4, Eddie gets shot but it's not described, Buck is sad :(, Chris being the precious kid he is

a/n the way I sat there in silence when Eddie got shot is crazy. Like first they hurt us with Athena and Bobby's fight and then one second passes and Eddie (my bb) gets shot I'm so confused 😭 anyway I couldn't take it when I saw bucks reaction so I wrote a fix it for me. Also I screen recorded off of an illegal site to make gifs LMAO

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You're washing the dishes when the front door opens and closes, footsteps echoing through the hallway and living room - right past the kitchen.

“Eddie?” You call and the steps stop. Instead of the man you'd expected there's your husband, Buck. He looks distraught, eyes bloodshot and lips bitten raw. What the hell happened? He doesn't even really look at you, it's like he's looking through you. “Buck? You okay?”

He licks his lips and blinks a few times but he doesn't reply. He walks straight to Christopher's bedroom, you following after him in confusion and worry. Why was he alone and why did he look like he'd seen a ghost or worse?

He stops before entering Chris’ room, but not to wait for permission to come in but more like hesitancy. He balls his hand into a fist and takes a deep breath before walking in. You take his spot in the doorway and watch with a worried frown as Buck squats down in front of Chris who's sitting on his bed, playing a video game.

“Where's Dad?” Buck looks down and you see him swallow again before he looks into the kids eyes. “He's.. not coming home tonight, Chris.”

Chris seems almost unbothered by it but considering that Eddie had to stay in the hospital overnight almost regularly due to his job, it was a reasonable reaction. But Buck doesn't seem to think the same and shakes his head minimally.

“Did he get hurt? In a fire?” Chris inquires and Buck turns his head to the side and slowly shakes it in negation. Before explaining it he sits down next to Chris and pinches the bridge of his nose, frowning. “No, not- not in a fire.” He takes another deep breath before continuing, “The truth is someone hurt your Dad.”

It's been a while since you've heard his voice so sullen and raspy from crying - probably since the last visit from his parents and that was weeks ago now. You slowly and quietly come into the room as well, standing at the foot of the bed and next to Buck with his back turned to you.

He regards you with a short glance before focusing back on Christopher, confirming his question, “Yeah, a bad guy.”

You see him reach up and wipe under his eyes, frowning in empathy as you put your hand between his shoulder blades and slowly move it up and down in hopes to calm him down a bit.

“Is he gonna be okay?” Chris asks and you're glad he did because you want to know too. Buck looks at him again and nods. “Your Dad is tough. He's a fighter.”

“He's with the doctors now? The ones that fixed you?” Chris inquires and Buck nods. You see the conflict on his face before the ten year old nods, “Then he's gonna be fine.” You hum and Buck glances your way before focusing back on Chris. Just as he's about to say something his phone pings twice and he looks down at it.

Over his shoulder you see the message as well, stemming from Bobby.

Out of surgery. Doctors say it went well.

Your heart basically drops in relief and Bucks seems to as well when his phone drops from his hand and he pretty much caves in, dropping his chin to his chest as he sniffles and exhales deeply.

You thread your hand in his hair and he automatically leans into you, resting against your stomach as he starts to cry. His hands grasp at your hips before his arms wrap around you and he sobs.

“Shh, it's okay, baby. Eddie's gonna be fine. Right, Chris? Your dad's strong.”

The young boy nods and you smile assuringly as he reaches out and wraps his arm around Bucks shoulders to pat his back. You melt at the sight and ruffle his hair which he usually doesn't like - only his dad is allowed to - but now he just looks at you with worry and confusion.

“How about you go and get ready for bed, hm?” It's not a question and it is a reasonable time for him to head to bed anyway, so he complies and slowly walks to the bathroom.

When he's out of earshot you sit next to Buck and let him fully wrap his arms around you and put his head on your chest as he cries. “H-He got shot right in front of me,” he starts with hitching breaths. “He just dropped and his blood was all over me-” he sobs deeply and you kiss his head while trying to process this yourself. He got shot?

“You couldn't have prevented it, love. He's gonna be fine. Eddie survived a lot, he's going to pull through this time, too.” Buck shakes his head and pulls back enough to look at you, blue eyes glossy and chin quivering as he gasps between another sob.

“It shouldn't have been him!” This devastates you and you cup his face in your hands, your worried expression replaced by a stern one. “It shouldn't have been anyone. Not him and not you, either. You hear me?”

He whimpers and you sigh, wiping your thumbs under his eyes and placing a long, soft kiss on his birthmark. “As soon as we can, we'll go visit him. But now you have to be strong, for Christopher. He looks up to you, if he sees you sad he'll be sad, too. Let's get him to bed, and I'll take care of you after.”

You take his hand and put it over your heart, exaggerating your breaths so he could match his and calm down. Right when he does he opens his eyes again and his frown fades enough to only be barely visible. “‘m sorry.”

The shake of your head is immediate, shutting up any further apologies. “No. It's good to let it out. I'm here so you can do exactly that if you need to. I love you, Evan. Nothing's gonna change that.”

He pulls his hand from your chest and tangles it with yours instead, gently kissing your knuckles and then your inner wrist.

He used to hate his name after it reminded him of his parents- of how they treated him. It reminds him of a life where he had to endure pain to receive love and attention.

But when you say it, it makes his heart beat faster in a good way. It makes him want to move on from his trauma or at least learn to deal with it.

And moreover it makes him feel validated. With you, he's not just Buck. He's also vulnerable, emotional and a bit cheesy. He's Evan. Evan, who's had more jobs in more cities than he can count on one hand because he was trying to find his place in the world. Evan, who likes the ocean but has been uneasy around it ever since the tsunami.

You smile lovingly and peck his forehead just as Chris comes back inside. He's wearing some dino pajamas and you ‘ohh’ at him which makes him giggle and turn as if to show off his outfit.

You move up from the bed - Buck going with you and standing at the foot of it - and untuck the bedsheets. “Get in there.” Chris grins and lays down, letting you tuck him in.

“Don't be sad, kid.” He says to Buck, who tries and fails to hide a new round of tears building up in his eyes. You had no clue where and why Chris sometimes calls Buck or even Eddie ‘kid’ but both of them seemed to love it.

“I'm just a bit worried for your Dad. But he'll be fine,” he adds the last part when you glance at him warningly, not wanting Chris to worry, and smiles. “Goodnight, bud.”

You leave his nightlight on and the door open as you leave.

Buck settles on the couch and watches as you approach and stand in front of him.

He leans back into the couch and looks at you with those puppy dog eyes that make you melt every single time he looks at you. Damn him and his beautiful eyes.

“I'm really scared. I don't know what I would do without him… when he laid there and looked at me, I-” he inhales sharply and looks at his hands, picking at his nails and reopening an old abrasion in the process.

You take his hand into each of yours to stop him and sigh, “I think you're gonna have to move from monthly sessions to biweekly, babe.” You know his therapy has been helping him a lot and you're glad he's working on coping with his trauma, but this addition is going to complicate not just his home life but also work - especially when Eddie comes back.

He groans and pulls you down until you're sitting on his lap, knees on either side of his thighs and his hands on your hips. “I appreciate your help, lovie, but just let me try and rest a little right now, please?”

You smile and card a hand through hair, moving to get off his lap so he could get comfortable on the couch. “Where do you think you're going?” He huffs and you're pushed onto your back before he's leaning over you, laying between your legs.

“You're gonna use me as your pillow?” You prompt and he nods, laying his head on your shoulder and nuzzling his nose into your neck and against your pulse point. You're familiar with his constant search for proof that you're alive and well; you supposed it comes from not just the job but his abandonment issues, too.

It didn't matter to you though, as long as you got to hold him at the end of the day you'd let him maneuver you into whatever way made him happy.

[lexinympho]

Swaddled Stray

Rengoku Kyojuro x gn!reader

Summary: You and Kyojuro have been living together for a decent amount of time, so what better way to add to the experience than to pick up the stray dog that's been wandering around your apartment lately?

WC: 1.3k

Tags/Warnings: Fluff, slight angst? (they kinda argue and talk about his dad), one mention of Kyojuro being a teacher, Kyojuro's pushy but he means well, one joke about a newborn baby

A/N: Not me being confused over how to end this💀I'm okay with how it turned out, though I kinda wish I took more time with it instead of pressuring myself with how long I've gone without posting a fic. Enjoy~

Something feels different. And you don't know what.

You unlocked the front door like normal, didn't trip over anything or walk in on something questionable, and you shook your umbrella off thoroughly before placing it down by the door. Every single pair of shoes you have sitting by the wall connected to the front door is in its rightful place, so are Kyojuro's. His coat and bag full of school work waiting for review are both hanging on the coat stand, again in their usual places without any visible abnormality. You haven't heard a peep from Kyojuro however, when he's usually so keen on greeting you the moment you walk in.

Your brain no sooner switches to analytical mode and you began scanning the area in front of you. There's a small trail of dirt and mud starting from the front door, crossing over with the house plant nearby, and trailing across the floorboards before stopping at a certain point. The previously mentioned mud mostly appears in the shape of small paw prints, clearly belonging to an animal that'd just been outside in the rain before coming in.

"Bark!"

Bark. Bark?

It suspiciously sounded like the young Miniature Schnauzer that's been lurking outside lately, the same one that's been chipping away at Kyojuro's resolve with it's clinginess and relentless pleadi-

Yeah, he brought the dog in.

"Shh!"

You hear your boyfriend further inside as he attempts to quieten the canine--whether to surprise you with it or keep it from disturbing the neighbors, you aren't certain. The sound of splashing water alarms you a bit and makes you finally walk towards the bathroom, all while making a mental note to clean the hazardous mess around you later. The minimal amount of awareness he seems to display with the half open bathroom door leads you to believe he hadn't heard your arrival.

Stepping closer and peeking in, you get a clear view of the four legged pup sniffing around and becoming accustomed to it's new surroundings, as well as Kyojuro rushing to clean up behind himself after evidently giving it a bath. The soaked white button up shirt tickles your diaphragm for a laugh when you imagine the time he had keeping the puppy still, but you resist and push the door open all the way to call out to him, "Kyojuro."

The head full of multicolored strands snaps in your direction so fast that you feel a phantom pain spike in your neck. "Welcome home!" He exclaims with a bright expression.

Your poker face nearly cracks at the sight of him knelt down on the floor and looking up at you in true elation, but you manage to keep your composure to address the elephant in the room (or rather, dog), "We talked about this."

"I know, but I couldn't very well leave him outside in that weather," he calmly states while nabbing the pup and wrapping a towel around it.

Composure: broken. Your shoulders drop when he says that, drying it without a sense of urgency or guilt for doing as he pleases again when you'd already spoken with him about taking in pets. "Kyojuro-"

"Neither of us are home long enough to care for him, I know," he stands and cradles it in his brawny arms, staring down at it as though it were his newborn child. "But we won't know for sure if we can make it work without ever trying."

"Yeah, but-"

"An apartment like this isn't exactly pet friendly." His smile remains firm as he looks you in the eye and refutes what you'd told him, "Pets are allowed here though."

You furrow your eyebrows at how comfortable the pup has already appears to be in Kyojuro's arms, something that'd be considered cuter if you weren't a little agitated. The apologetic look Kyojuro gives you aids in stopping any potential disputation though, and elicits a question that you truthfully should've asked from the start, "Why are so adamant on taking him in? More than anything, we hardly have *any* experience in taking care of dogs, or pets in general actually. Wouldn't you rather wait until we find a bigger place at least?"

Kyojuro barely takes anytime to ponder before pouting a little and holding the amazingly tame stray away from his chest to better look at him, "But then we wouldn't have this little guy."

This time sympathy seeps into your words when you utter his nickname, "Kyo, does this have to do with your dad not letting you or Senjuro keep a pet when you were kids?"

A contemplative aura comes over him for a bit when he answers, "Just a little. Between my dad throwing us into kendo and ensuring our grades stayed good, us adopting a pet didn't fit into his agenda. It's not as though he restricted our fun, but taking care of a pet is a huge responsibility."

"I thought you said he didn't like animals."

Kyojuro simply blinked and said, "Oh yeah."

You snort at his casual acceptance of his blunder before asking, "And now that you're out on your own, this is finally your chance to keep one?"

His big bright eyes darted to you and he asked directly, "Well, you said you wanted him, right?"

"I...guess?" You should expect his forwardness by now after months of dating, yet it still staggers you somewhat when it comes without warning. "I wasn't thinking of adopting right here and now though."

"But wouldn't be better to get to him before someone else does?" He puts on his pleading face, not too heavy but not too light, and the dog humorously seems to have gone along with him.

You purse your lips and give it some thought, "You've got a point..."

Buoyancy overtook his features when you didn't dispute him. "Then that's all the more reason to adopt him while we can, I always liked the idea of us having a dog anyways. You don't mind, right?" He transitioned to speak to the Schnauzer and held it up like Simba, an action it seemed to enjoy judging from the energetic swishing of his small tail poking out of the towel.

"Bark!" The sound echoed greatly in the bathroom.

You're pretty sure Kyojuro's too excited to analyze the downsides of bringing a dog into a temporary environment that isn't readily equipped for a dog. And you're absolutely sure he knows that, because he's Rengoku Kyojuro: the history teacher who got one glimpse of you, a total stranger, picking up sweet potatoes at a grocery store and decided on the spot that you needed to teach him how to properly cook the vegetable.

He didn't know you or how your cooking would compare to his mother's or his brother's, but he saw an opportunity through some inexplicable reasoning that only makes sense to him.

That stubborn optimism is likely what his students have to thank for their grades.

"I was never completely against the idea of bringing him in, but I am *not* looking forward to potty training," you commented as you smile and reach to pet it's considerably cleaner coat (which was washed with the bottle of dog shampoo you spot on the floor, something you know wasn't here before).

He reassures you, "I don't think it'll be difficult, Schnauzers are known for being easy to train."

"Oh yeah?" You can almost see yourself and Kyojuro constantly hovering over it, never growing tired of seeing him get his commands right and eagerly waiting for a treat to be thrown out with a *good boy.*

Which reminds you, "What do want to name him?"

The twinkle of mischief in the orange of his eyes keyed you in on Kyojuro's jestful suggestion, but you don't stop him from speaking his mind, "Tramp."

"No."

"But it fits."

You playfully roll your eyes, "I'd really rather not walk around in public saying tramp."

"What's wrong with-" Kyojuro gives it some thought before shrugging one shoulder and saying, "You've got a point."

©lexinympho 2022, please do not edit or repost my works anywhere on this platform or another

[imaginepostingonsideblogs]

okay let's see. uhh.

THE CASSES:

- castiel townsend: the man, the myth, the original bastard himself. w.bg player (albeit unwillingly). has not taken proper care of himself in weeks at any one moment. has homosexual relations with both his his gamerunner and his prize, which makes situations interesting quite a bit of the time. frequently not nice about things, mostly through joking about them both inappropriately and shittily. if he even sits down and thinks about his actions for .3 of a second it's over for him.

pretty extensive facial scarring from sucking ass at trying to blow up 357a.

- cassidy ???: cowboy iteration of castiel. MAY be a fraud. nobodys quite sure if he has the same connection to castiel that most cowboy iterations have to the source of their iteration. but oh well. he's the only cowboy around, and that's good enough. very cocky, very self-assured. believes what he is doing is right and proper all of the time. should not have been let loose with a gun, probably.

no noted scarring, but then again, ive no clue what he looks like naked. haven't mapped that out yet. shh.

- cassius ???: flinchite castiel. refuses to reveal what job he does at the compound itself, but he acts as a very good right hand man sort of figure. actually quite cordial, and not just in a villainous kind of a way. very put together. (this is, as with all casses, ever, a complete and utter lie. just one he's perfected.) actually on pretty good terms with cassidy. minimal death threats exchanged between the two.

missing one eye, which he covers with an eyepatch. no other noted scarring. i think.

- cassandra (has not even considered a last name): ex-compound cas. technically still in the compound. has never left the compound, and isn't looking likely to. but. minimal experimenation going on. so there's that.

capable of seeing all events in history, apparently, though without much rhyme or reason to any of it. every prediction she makes is inevitable (though not always irreversible). also the only cas to use she/her.

seemingly very docile and obedient, but with a decided cunning streak she's perfected the art of hiding in public.

- casper bofa (allegedly): an outsider to this whole scheme. not on good terms with any other cas iteration, but has convinced castiel into doing his bidding more than once. convinced he's able to disrupt the flow of time and pick his own fate. got a lot of hubris that is probably (definitely) going to catch up with him, but oh well. constantly doing his best impression of a mad scientist-esque disney villain, for some reason.

MELANIES:

the only iteration of castiel to share the 357a facial scarring- technically the only one who has experienced the future in which castiel goes ahead with it. which is technically a diversion from the normal timeline anyway.

- melanie "superwholock" lewis: w.bg player. somehow winning. internet streamer who liveblogged her challenges under the pretence of an elaborate arg, and is sososo scared all of the time at being found out. very emotionally intelligent, but cannot lie for toffee. fiercely loyal, and has a tendancy to be an asshole more often than not.

- mel "homestuck" lewis: ex-compound melanie and universal older sister figure. trying to catch up with the modern media kids seem to be enjoying these days, but doesn't wholly get it. tries to be a mediator, but has a habit of snapping at people occasionally, if tensions get too high.

- em "you are not calling me goncharov" no last name: flinchite melanie. technically? also punished melanie. somehow acing them both. very tired, very done with everyone. very, very good at fighting. runs a rather illegal pharmacy that depends off the flinchite funds to basically just give medication away for free. works as a hired gun- er, knife- on the side.

[rosayounan]

Feel My Love

   It was already getting late in the evening and Bheem still had yet to see Ram touch the plate of food he had left for him. The food had been left untouched. Ram was sitting at desk, writing for what felt like hours. The sun had set a while ago and he had only gotten up from his seat to light a few candles. Bheem knew enough was enough. 

Ram needed to stop overworking now. 

“Bhaee?” He came over leaning on the desk that Ram was writing on, surrounded by his books, “It’s getting late.”

“Mmm-hmm,” Ram nodded continuing his writing.

“Anna,” Bheem touched his shoulder, “You’ve been at this for hours now. Come on.”

Ram dropped his pencil and sighed stretching, “I know but… I’m just missing something.”

Bheem nodded, “We’ll find out more tomorrow, after you get some sleep.” 

Ram shook his head, “Not tired now.”

“Sure,” Bheem crossed his arms, “Cause sitting for all these hours definitely is energizing.”

Ram smirked, “You sound like Seetha.”

“She’s right,” Bheem smiled, “Don’t tell her I said that.” 

Ram poked his brother’s side playfully and Bheem chuckled. 

“You do need to sleep though, anna.” He went straight back to his point.

Ram was quiet for some time and for a moment Bheem wondered if he was even listening to him. He just stared at his opened journal.

“Ram?” Bheem spoke.

“I can’t,” Ram shook his head in frustration, “I can’t…sleep.”

Bheem’s gaze softened as he understood the meaning behind his brother’s words. It wasn’t just now he was talking about. Sleeping, in general, posed a problem for Ram. Now that Bheem understood more of Ram’s childhood, he understood why sleeping would be difficult. The man probably just tried to evade sleep all together to minimize nightmare and dark thoughts from his past. 

“Anna,” He tipped Ram’s chin so he could meet his eyes, “Why didn’t you say something?” Ram sighed running a hand through his hair, “No point really. Nothing to be done about it, so why bother others?”

Bheem tisked him gently “I’m not others.”

He walked behind him holding his shoulders and began to gently knead the tight spots he found. Bheem remembered when the children in the village had a difficult time sleeping, the elders use to rub them down they slept. Bheem thought it would work well now. 

He started gently, just allowing Ram to get used to the touch and to see where the problem spots were. Ram tensed at first, but after a few minutes he loosened up and allowed Bheem do his work. His neck was tight, probably due to too much writing, but Bheem noticed his shoulders were much more tight. He used his thumb to gently knead through the tension, trying to be gentle but firm, with the intent to soothe. 

Ram had exhaled a few times and Bheem was pleased to hear the sound. 

“Good?” He asked hoping it was helping. 

“Yes,” Ram smirked surprised by this secret talent of Bheem. 

“See?” Bheem frowned as he found a tight spot in Ram’s shoulder, “You’re working too much, bhaee.”

Ram inhaled sharply at the soreness.

“Sorry,” His brother whispered, “Just let me get it.”

Ram leaned back as Bheem worked on his shoulders. He felt himself relax as the tension simply drained out of him. Bheem was not overly rough but firm enough that it was helping to loosen him. He could feel his eyes grow heavy as he leaned into the warmth of Bheem’s hands, which were lulling him to sleep. 

“Bhaee?” Bheem’s voice reached his ears.

“Hm?” Ram’s eyes snapped open.

“I said, are you okay?” Bheem’s face came into his vision as the man squatted down in front of the chair he sat in.

“Sorry,” Ram laughed, “I was sleeping.”

“Ah-ha,” Bheem titled his head, “So it’s helping, hm?”

Ram nodded.

“Come on,” Bheem pulled him out of the chair and led him to the bed. He pulled the blankets back, “Off with this.” He motioned to Ram’s white shirt.

Ram smirked but did as he was instructed, “Yes Mom.” 

The comment earned him a light spank. He sat down on the bed and watched as Bheem knelt down to remove his shoes.

“No Bheem…” He was about to protest.

“Shh,” Bheem gave him a stern look, which still of course looked gentle to Ram. He pulled off his shoes, “Lay down.”

Ram sighed knowing he wasn’t going to win this argument when Bheem was in care mode. He laid down on his stomach, breathing out as the cool blankets almost embraced him. He could hear Bheem bustling around before the side of the bed dipped as his brother sat next to him. Ram turned his head to see Bheem warming some oil in his hands.

“Close your eyes, bhaee.” Bheem spoke softly now. 

Ram did so, laying his head back on the pillow. He felt something tight release in him as Bheem’s large warm hands massaged his back. His hands were incredible gently and the oil smelled pleasant. It reminded him of Bheem’s scent, earthy and warm. Ram exhaled deeply as the kinks in his lower back lessened. 

Bheem tisked at him again, rubbing firmly as he sat next to him, “No wonder you can’t sleep, anna. You’ll hurt yourself like this. You work too much.”

Ram didn’t know what to say. He wasn’t used to anybody caring so deeply for his well-being before. He never received physical touch in a positive way for all his adult life. Bheem however, was always giving him hugs, tickles, laying an arm around his shoulders or placing a gentle hand on his thigh. It kept surprising Ram when he did that. 

No one had ever done that before. 

Not since his mother…

The thought of her filled his mind. Her voice, her laugh, her strength. Ram remembered how she used to rub his back like this when he couldn’t sleep or was sick. The memory made his throat tighten and his eyes water.

“Nuvva bagunnava, anna?” (Are you okay?) Bheem asked as he continued his kneaded and stroking. He wanted to make sure his anna was not in pain. 

Ram nodded not trusting his voice at the moment. Yet Bheem knew him better than anyone. He could read him like an open book. Feel Ram’s emotions as if they were a very part of himself. It was a connection they just both had. Feeling each other’s pain so very physically, that they knew what was said in silence between them. 

In the quiet room, lit with only candles, Bheem stopped his rubbing. He simply kept his hand on Ram’s back. A steady presence. A strong wave calming raging fire. 

“Yah kya hai, bhaee?” (What is it, brother?) Bheem spoke softly in his ear.

It broke Ram.

He sobbed out loud, covering his eyes with his hand as his shoulders shook with emotion. His breath was hitching as more hiccuping sobs escaped from him. 

“Ayyo,” Bheem pulled him close, wrapping him tightly in his arms, “It’s okay, anna. It’s okay.” He rubbed his back some more, rocking him gently, “I’m here.”

Ram couldn’t stop the tears and he felt ashamed of himself. “I’m sorry,” He gasped, voice high with emotion, “I’m sorry. I don’t know why…”

Bheem kissed his hair, “Shhh. Shh. It’s okay. Don’t be sorry. I’m here, I’ve got you, bhaee. Let it out. Let it all out.”

Ram buried his face in his brother’s strong chest, feeling the rhythmic thumping of his heart. It soothed him. He stayed there for some time. Gripping onto Bheem like a lifeline and Bheem keeping him wrapped close. 

Neither man could pull away and they lost track of time. They were both just focused on each other. 

“You’re exhausted, anna,” Bheem finally broke the silence with a whisper, “Your mind is tired. You need rest.”

Ram let go of his grip on Bheem’s shirt and Bheem released from the embrace. They kept a grip on their hands however. 

“My mother,” Ram admitted softly looking at Bheem, who was grasping his hand, “She use to…she use to rub my back like that.”

Bheem’s eyes held pain inside them as he listened to his brother’s words. He understood now the reason behind the tears. His brother had not received a embrace or had been touched at all since that time of his childhood. The thought broke Bheem’s heart and he felt his own eyes fill with tears with this thought. The thought of his anna, living a life of solitude while trying to fulfill his father’s mission. 

Alone with no comfort from anyone.

Ram must’ve seen the look on his face because he squeezed Bheem’s hand harder “It’s okay. I don’t even…”

Bheem held his face in hands and kissed him on the head tenderly, silencing whatever excuse Ram would make. He stroked his cheek, silencing him completely. His gaze intense but soft. Ram could understand the words unspoken in the quiet of the night.    

“Forgive me,” Bheem leaned his head against Ram’s, “I didn’t know, anna.”

“Bheem,” Ram smiled softly, brushing his fingers over his brother’s beard, “It’s okay, really.”

Bheem shook his head, “Rest now.”

Ram did rest, turning on his side facing Bheem still. He draped his arm over his brother’s lap and Bheem took his hand and squeezed it softly. He used his other hand to continue massaging his brother’s back. After some time, Ram finally fell asleep, snoring lightly. 

Bheem smiled as he watched his brother sleep. He ran a hand through his anna’s hair softly. Even though Ram was fast asleep, Bheem found himself continuing to massage his back. He’d be lying if he didn’t admit it was soothing for himself as well. 

Now that he was beginning to understand some of the reasons behind Ram’s introverted side, Bheem vowed to never let his anna go a day without feeling loved. He would care for brother, as Ram had cared for him all this time as well. 

“I’ll always be here, anna.” He whispered knowing Ram didn’t hear him, but feeling the need to tell him aloud either way. 

And Bheem made another promise to himself silently in the night, as he watched his brother sleep in his arms soundly. 

Ram was going to get massages from him as often as he could.

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Apologies for this piece being late but school and work take up too much time! This was in response to a canon I wrote some time ago. Let me know what you think please! 

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[liinos]

I think it's so 😭😭 how my dad is always like see you're good at (insert academic thing here) when you apply yourself like🚶‍♀️🚶‍♀️ idk how to break it to you but I dont think I have applied myself in academia ever so that sure as hell isn't it

[scaramouche-bully]

+ 1 other. Apologies, I accidently deleted another anon’s ask. 

— ☆ Overstimulation headcanons 

Includes: Ningguang and Zhongli.

[ Sub ] Gender-neutral reader

Contains: Overstimulation, exhibition, vibrators, dacryphilia, coming untouched, multiple orgasms, humiliation, sub space, cock-warming, size difference + size kink 

— ☆ Overstimulation headcanons - Xiao, Childe, and Scaramouche 🐏 [ GN ]  

— ☆ Overstimulation headcanons - Kaeya and Venti 🐑 [ GN ]

— ☆ Overstimulation headcanons - Kaeya and Venti

[ masterlist ]

I’m not sure if you all wanted the same characters or not but I wanted to include others so everyone has some food. I have a lot of bratty sub requests lined up so I hope it’s alright that I didn’t write one this time. I kind of want to dedicate an entire fic to exhibition after writing this but this is a busy week for me. 

— ☆ Ningguang 

Ningguang is a very busy woman so she can’t spend all her time to pleasuring you. However, she does immensely enjoy putting you in humiliating situations where you’re forced to sit there and take it. 

Her favourite activity is softly kissing you, sending you into a sense of warm comfort, as she gently fingers you open. The cute whines you make? It makes her want to cancel her plans and fuck you over the table but she holds her self-restraint in. 

Just when you’re about to cum, her hands are gone and she’s teasingly toying a vibrator around your walls. Before forcefully shoving it into your hole until it’s nestled right against your walls. 

As you whine at how mean she’s being, she offers one last kiss before she’s rearranging your clothes until you look decent and returning to her seat. The meeting is about to begin. 

It’s only been a couple minutes into the meeting and you can feel the faint buzzing of the vibrator that’s rubbing against your sensitive spots. But there are so many people around you, important people, that you have to hold it. You’re biting your lips raw, to the point you can almost taste blood, as you try and appear professional. What would happen if someone noticed? You’re heating up in embarrassment but the idea of getting caught makes you feel so hot. Under the table you’re squeezing your legs together so tightly, clutching around the vibrator as some sort of stabilization even when it’s pressed right against your spot. Your toes curl as your legs raise a tiny bit above the floor as your legs strain and you try to not cum in front of so many people. 

“mmph- ahh...N-Ning..” you quietly plead with her but it only seems to increased the intensity of the vibrations. You quickly duck your head down and cover your mouth as you openly pant into your hand, scooting a bit closer to the edge of the table so no one beside you could see what you were doing, as you dip your hands onto the edge of your pants. Just a little relief, just something to distract your mind from the pleasure. Before you can dip your fingers into your waistband, you feel a sharp gaze on you. That’s your only warning before the vibrator is set to max as your sputter and try to control your voice. This is complete torture as you desperately try to muffle your moans with your hand. 

“I-I can’t..p-please..ah!” you gasp but it’s too late. You’re digging your nails into the chair as you cum. Your pants are completely soaked as your leg’s twitch and spasm. You can vaguely hear someone beside you asking if you’re okay or not but you can’t answer right now. 

“Excuse them, they accidently pulled their leg and must be feeling the cramps. Poor thing,” Ningguang chuckles as she waves off their concerns. You shakily try to smile at them and they only nod concerned before continuing the meeting.  Ningguang was right, everyone beside the Qixing were idiots. While Ningguang has her usual pleasant smile, her eyes are absolutely feral as she fiddles with the remote. Switching from low to high that you never know what to expect. This time you have no warning of when the vibrator is set to max. Your mouth falls open but no sounds come out as your cum all over yourself again. Just to sit there and take it, just as she likes. 

— ☆ Zhongli

Zhongli wasn’t aware that it was a kink in the first place but when he watched you try and take his cock, only to end up cumming so much to the point of crying like a baby, it unlocked something deeply primal inside him.

He'll offer small words of false comfort as he gently pets your head like you're a dog. It’s okay if it’s too much for you, it’s okay if only you get to orgasm, and it’s okay if you want to give up. 

It only ends up making you cry more and try harder that you end up pushing yourself into sub-drop. He loves it. 

He adores the dumb look you get on your face. He can fuck you stupid so fast with such minimal effort that it makes you so embarrassed the morning after.  

“Zhongli! S-Stop! I’m- ngh! No-I c-can’t ...ahh!” you squeal, clinging onto him as you cum again. You’re crying into his shoulder as you shake and sob as he holds you to his chest. He never stops his slow thrusts into you even as the overstimulation settles in and your head is lolling back and your eyes grow hazy in pleasure. 

“Shh, yes you can. You can and you will. Don’t disappoint me now,” his eyes seem to dilate as he says this. He adjusts his grip on your hips and fucks into you harder. The stuttering babbles that get punched out as he thrust’s his thick cock in and out. You’re drooling all over yourself as your mind fogs up, you can feel yourself reaching your next orgasm already. Zhongli’s cock easily slides into you with all the cum that’s already inside you, the wet slaps that echo in the room, it’s burning you up too fast. His thick cock as it drags against your spots that you feel like you’re going insane. 

“Z-Zhongli...” you whine, looking up at him with tearful eyes, “feels...good...hah.”

“Does it now? Weren’t you crying that it was too much a few minutes ago?” he whispers as he makes a quick snap of his hips to sink his entire cock into you. He can feel your walls seize up, your head throw back, before you orgasm and try to push him away. Your knee’s lifting closer to you as your toes curl before becoming boneless and dropping to the bed.

“Noo..more..Zhongli..mm” you couldn’t help the loud whine that left your lips as you feel him rock back into you. You were too sensitive from your previous orgasms but it felt so good. Wave after wave of pleasure even when it was too much. Zhongli laughs under his breath as he watches the conflicting feelings swirl in your head before you eventually drop and let him take over. He leans over as he kisses away your tears but he can’t help that sick pride in his chest seeing you let go of your inhibition's. He’s softly calls to you to come back to him, that you did so well and he’s so proud of you. Your needy hole is sucking his cock back in as he gently tries to ease himself out that he accepts his fate and lets you cockwarm him. Gently turning you over onto your side as he let’s you doze off, warm and content.  

[seiyasabi]

A Shifter’s Dream

(This is a Yandere Bunny-Shifter N’Doul x Female Reader story :P Plz proceed w caution 

TW: !Noncon!, breeding kink!, hella cum!, he holds you down onto the mattress!, kinda sus bc u just turned 18, he deadass bites you, !pees on u in rabbit form, mounting!, mentions of euthanization of animals at the beginning!, etc..)

“-Mama, Mama!” Your voice echoes throughout the kitchen, as you hurry inside, hands clutching something protectively. Your mother turns, startled by your sudden appearance and anxious sounding voice. 

“What’s wrong? Did something happen? Did those neighbourhood boys bully you again?” Ever the mother hen, she frets over you, grabbing you gently by the shoulders and taking a good look at you. 

Shaking your head, you lift your hands, showing the older woman a taupe coloured rabbit, “Look! Mrs. Ruitz next door is selling bunnies! She says this one is blind, so she hasn’t sold it, so she said she’d give him to me if you say yes! Please, please, please say yes! She said she’d put him down if he wasn’t sold,” Tears bead your eyes as you practically beg your mother, who doesn’t seem to have the heart to tell you ‘no’ at that moment. 

She sighs, weighing her options. You’re already ten, so you should be able to take care of him with minimal effort on her part… 

“I suppose that’s alright. You just have to promise me that you’ll take care of him!” You instantly perk up, a bright smile on your face. 

“I promise! I promise!” You hold the bun closer to your chest, practically rocking it in the process, “Thank you, Mama!” 

The older woman smiles once more, patting you goodnaturedly on the back, “Good. Now, let’s go talk to Mrs. Ruitz- we have no idea how to take care of it.” 

Walking across the street, your mother and your neighbour talk about your bunny’s proper care. It turns out, your bun is a male, who is previously named N’Doul. Not wanting to confuse the bunny, you decided to keep his unusual name, chattering away happily to him as you sat in the grass, barely listening to his care requirements. 

The bun listens intently to what you’re saying, relishing your gentle hold around him. 

He must be lucky, he thinks, to have found someone as lovely as you for a mate. 

-

Eight years later, and you and your bun are still going strong. You’d recently moved into your own apartment, trying out adult life as you start college. 

Today is your birthday, officially making you an adult. 

The day was filled with festivities: your mom made you your favourite breakfast in bed (scaring you half to death- apparently she has a copy of your apartment key), your friends took you out shopping, and your mom took you to a birthday dinner. All in all, it was a great day! 

But, a certain bun was seemingly more excited than you were for your birthday, because he seemingly peed himself in excitement the moment you picked him up. Lightly scolding him, you set him down on his rabbit bed that you made him, “‘Doul, what the heck man!” You laugh a little, remembering back to when he was but a teeny kit, “You’re not a baby anymore, bubs, you can’t just pee on me!” The bun is surprisingly smart, allowing you to let him mosy around your house (now your own apartment that you saved up for for years). After he figures out the layout, he’s able to figure out where his pee pad is, along with his grass bed, actual bed, and food/drink area. He is also able to hear where you are, allowing him to cutely hop after you if you’re not already carrying him. 

Going to the bathroom to wash your hands, you hear his barely audible pawsteps behind you, “It’s okay, ‘Doul, I’m just gonna clean myself off, okay?” Flipping on your faucet, you get your hands nice and wet, before you pump some soap onto your hands, and start scrubbing, “Maybe I should shower now, since I’m already here…” You trail off when you feel you bun settle himself on your foot. 

Glancing down, you catch him just in time, as he starts to hump you. Gasping in surprise, you try to gently shake him off, but that seemingly just gets himself off faster, as you feel a foreign wetness against your skin, “What the fuck? Are you serious, N’Doul?!” Annoyed with the way he’s suddenly acting, once you finish washing your hands, you reach down, and scoop the bun up, “That’s not cool, bro. Because of that, you can wait in my room while I shower.” 

Plopping him in his bunny bed, you turn on your heel, and hurry back into the bathroom, closing the door before he can follow you inside. 

-

Stepping out of your shower, you wrap yourself securely with your plush towel. Not bothering to wipe off the steam from your mirror, you bust out of the bathroom, only to be greeted with your now empty room. The door leading to the hallway is wide open, and your bunny is nowhere to be seen. Completely stupefied, you have no idea how to respond. Did the bun hop up high enough to hit the handle? That should be impossible! A Holland Lop is big, but not that big! 

“N’Doul? Bun? Where on Earth did you go?” Deeming your bunny’s safety higher than you changing into clothing, you quickly move out of your room clad in only your towel. 

You go room by room, searching frantically for your beloved pet. He has to be here somewhere! 

So, when you finally make it to your living room/kitchen, you let out a yell of fear. There, on your couch, is a naked, bunny eared, buff man who’s humping into your previously used panties, “Who the hell are you! Get the fuck out of my house!” Reaching for the baseball bat in the hallway, you hold it up with one hand threateningly, the other currently holding your towel. 

A deep, rumbling laugh is heard from the mysterious man, who then tosses aside your soiled panties, “Don't be like that, Love. Your N’Doul only getting myself ready for you.” 

“What the fuck are you talking about? And what did you do with my bunny?” He chuckles, relishing your cute reaction. 

“I’m your bunny, (Your Name). I’m N’Doul.”

“The hell you are! Get out, before I bash your skull in!” He stands to his feet, completely towering over you. Gulping in fear, you move backwards, but then you notice his eyes. They’re the same milky white your bun has, “I-I’m warning you! Stay away from me, you creep!” 

He holds his hands up in mock surrender, showing how large his hands are compared to yours, “I’m not going to hurt you- I wouldn’t be a good mate if I did.” 

Without thinking, you chuck your baseball bat at his bunny-eared head, before turning and running to your room. You hear the metal bat make contact, along with a yelp of pain. Locking your door behind you, you search your room for your car keys. Not long after you dump out your purse in pursuit of your keys, you hear loud footsteps thumping towards you. 

A loud bang echoes throughout the room, as the man’s hit practically shakes the foundation of the wall, “Open the door, (Your Name)! Open it right now!” He sounds angry, and when you don’t respond fast enough, he starts trying to break down the door, his muscled body practically bending the thin wood with each body slam. 

Screaming in fear, you start to cry. Thick tears drip down your face, as you plead with him to stop, “I-I don’t want to! Get out of my house!” 

With one last mighty slam, the humanized N’Doul breaks into your bedroom. His nose is bleeding from the bat hitting him in the face, but other than that, he’s completely unscathed. Hearing you cry, he immediately goes to shush you, “Don’t cry, Love. Now that you’re considered an adult in your species, we can finally begin our life together.”

To his chagrin, you continue to sob, completely scared out of your mind, “No! Get out! Stop pretending to be my bunny, it’s weird!” He approaches you slowly, his much bigger form slightly bumping into a few pieces of furniture. This gives you enough time to make a break for it. 

You try to round his form, almost making it to what’s left of your bedroom door, only to be stopped by a meaty arm practically slamming you onto your bed. Trying to get up, you quickly realise that escape is impossible, as his muscular legs practically trap you against your mattress. He uses his weight to hold you down, as he bites into your neck, trying to make you submit. 

“Shh, stop resisting me, my Love. I promise that I’ll take care of you for the rest of our lives,” He continues to bite at you, as your screams are muffled into your sheets. 

His large hands rip your towel off of you, exposing your slightly wet body to his prying fingers. The rough pads of his fingers rub at your erect nipples and unprepared slit, trying to get you as wet as possible. 

“You’ll be a wonderful mother, I can tell you were made for this,” His cock head bumps against your tight entrance, forcing itself in as you scream. 

He starts a breakneck pace almost immediately, relishing how your walls massage him so sinfully- as if you were made for only him, his inexperienced fingers rub at your clit harshly, trying to make this as pleasurable for you as possible, 

Whilst this was happening, a bolt of pure pleasure shot up your spine, as he hit a certain gummy patch in your pussy, causing you to gush uncontrollably. Loud keens escape your gaping mouth, as his harsh ministrations are enough to almost make you cum immediately. 

“Fuck, your body accepts me so perfectly, Love. It’s like it knows I’m going to pump you full of kits,” He lightly slaps at your clit, causing you to seize up in orgasm, quickly throwing him over the edge as well. Hot, virile cum overflows your womb, his swimmers quickly inseminating you. But it’s not enough. N’Doul, moments after orgasm, bucks into you even harsher than before, wanting to push as much of his cum as possible inside of you, “My perfect mate, I love you so much! I knew you were the one for me from the first time I met you! Only the love of my life would accept me even with my blindness!” 

Still sensitive from before, the both of you hustle over the edge in mere moments, your release squirting all over the both of you. 

“We’re not stopping until I know that you're pregnant, my love. Our wonderful kits are such a good birthday present, no?”

[cocobeanncteez]

ATEEZ San- Explore (oneshot)

Genre: Fluff, smut, high school au.

Pairing: badboy!San x reader (fem)

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: profanities, masturbating for the first time, handjob, clit play, fingering.

You took a bite of your sandwich, listening to your bestfriend talk to you and your friends about her first time with her boyfriend.

"I swear, nothing feels better than that," your bestfriend stated, taking a sip of her mango juice. "I can do it over and over again."

Miri laughed. "I told you you'd enjoy it! Now it's Y/N's turn!"

You nearly choked on your sandwich. "W-What?!"

"Y/N, I'm pretty sure you imagine Choi San fucking you until you see—"

"Shh!" you put your palm over her mouth. "We're in public! His crazy fans might hear you!"

A few months ago, you developed a crush on one of your school's badboys, Choi San, after he suddenly became interested in you after being partnered for an assignment. Initially, you thought he just wanted to get into your pants, but after five months of knowing him, you knew he genuinely cared about you. You couldn't deny that you liked the boy and of course you've thought about dating him, but you didn't know how he truly felt about you.

"I've seen the way you look at San," your bestfriend said with a smirk. "Not the lovey-dovey look, although I've seen that too, but I'm talking about the I-want-you-to-dick-me-down look." Your cheeks instantly turned a bright pink; were you really that obvious? Well, it's not your fault San looks irresistible. The man's a whole Greek God in your eyes.

"You should make a move on him, Y/N," Yeonhee said.

"Yeah, get some dick," Miri agreed.

"Guys, you're supposed to encourage me to study, not to have sex!" you said, finishing the remaining of your sandwich. "Besides, how will I let someone else do things to me when I've never done anything to myself?" Sure, you've made out before with your ex, but there was very minimal touching over the clothes and some tongue. You never went further than that.

"Then start with yourself, genius. Explore your body and get familiar with it," your bestfriend stated nonchalantly. "I have the perfect advice for you. Trust me, you'll love the experience once you start exploring yourself and it'll be even better when someone else does it for you."

-

"Hey, mom? Do we have coconut oil?" you asked, entering her bedroom. "My lips are really chapped," you lied, knowing your mother would definitely fall for it.

"Yeah, it's in the kitchen in the third cabinet," she answered. "It's good that you're finally using something natural and not those chemical filled products." Oh, if only she knew. "Coconut oil is very safe and has a lot of benefits."

"Mhmm, yeah."

You wished your mother goodnight before you made your way to the kitchen, filling a tiny container with the oil. You couldn't buy sexual lube at the moment and you didn't want to wait, so this was your only option.

You went to your room, placing the tiny container on your bedside table while waiting for your parents to fall asleep. Once you were sure they were asleep, you locked your bedroom door.

You took off your clothes and lied down on your back, remembering all the advice your friends gave you.

You coated your fingers with the coconut oil before pressing it to your clit. You gently rubbed your nub in an up-and-down motion, closing your eyes while you thought of San hovering over you, imagining that your fingers were his. Your free hand moved to cup one of your breasts, giving it a gently squeeze. You could feel the heat at your hole, dripping with your essence while you increased the pace, rubbing your clit faster, imagining San slamming his cock in and out of you.

"San!" you moaned loudly, fingers moving faster on your clit; you were glad your parents' room was downstairs and on the other side of the house. Your back arched and your jaw dropped when you felt your clit become sensitive; it felt so so good. You kept rubbing at your nub until your legs shook and your clit was overstimulated. Was that it? Did you cum? You didn't even know. You assumed you didn't based on what your friends described an orgasm as.

You tried to rub yourself again, but your clit was too sensitive to handle it. You slowly sat up, putting your panties back on, feeling a little disappointed that you didn't orgasm. Oh well, you can always try again next time.

The sound of someone clearing their throat made you jump and you cover yourself with your blanket.

"San?!"

San was inside your room, leaning against your open balcony door, staring at you with a smirk on his face. He was dressed in ripped jeans and a white t-shirt, and yet, he looked absolutely divine.

San has come into your room a bunch of times, but you certainly weren't expecting him today. He always calls you before coming over, so you wondered why he didn't do that this time.

"I'm sorry for interrupting your... session," he said, although he didn't seem sorry at all. "I would've stayed outside, but it's really cold, and as you can see, I'm not wearing warm clothes."

You didn't really know what to say. "Uh, when did you get here?" 

"A minute or two before you moaned my name," he muttered with a smirk, making you pull the blanket up to cover your flushed face. So he saw pretty much everything?

San chuckled, moving to sit beside you on your bed. "Don't feel shy or embarrassed, Y/N," he pulled the blanket down to your neck to reveal your face. "I always think of you whenever I need to get off." You involuntarily let out a small whimper, feeling your sensitive clit throb at his words.

You sat up straight, letting the blanket fall to your waist, revealing your bare upper body. You noticed San gulp while his eyes took in the sight of your breasts. You wrapped your arms around his neck while you leaned in, gently kissing his jawline. San smiled, his hands moving to your bare waist, making you gasp at the feeling of his cold hands on your heated body.

Unable to control yourself, you crashed your lips onto his, and he responded immediately. You had imagined how it would feel to kiss San several times before, but this was a whole lot better.

Without breaking the kiss, you pushed him onto his back, straddling his lap. San smirked at your actions and you leaned down, reconnecting your lips. You involuntarily grinded onto his growing bulge, causing him to groan in pleasure. You could feel your panties sticking to your wet folds while you moved on him. Without breaking the heated kiss, San sat up, pulling you along with him, so that his back was resting against the headboard of your bed and you were still straddling him. He broke the kiss to trail open mouth kisses along your neck, making you tilt your head to give him more access.

"Can I touch you?" he mumbled against your skin, giving it a little nibble.

"Yes, please..."

San's hands moved up your body to your breasts. He gently massaged your breasts before taking one of your nipples in his mouth. He flicked it with his tongue, giving it a little swirl before repeating the same action for the other one.

"You don't know how many times I've wanted to do this to you," he said, lips meeting yours in a quick kiss before he changed positions, hovering above you. "Every time I came to your room, I had to control myself so much from wanting to kiss you... to touch you..." his hand moved down to your thighs, giving it a squeeze before he teased your inner thighs. He slowly moved his hand to cup your clothed heat, making you whimper.

"Fuck, please touch me," you begged.

San slowly took your panties off, mouth watering at the sight of your glistening core. His fingers moved to your clit, gently stroking your sensitive nub. You grabbed his hand once your clit became too oversensitive again, stopping him from touching you.

"I... it's very sensitive from what I was... doing before. It was my first time, so I don't think I can handle more," you mumbled, cheeks heating up. That's when San noticed the tiny container of coconut oil on your bedside table.

"Oh, you masturbated for the first time today?" he asked. You nodded, a little embarrassed.

"And you were thinking of me while you did it? Fuck, that's so hot," he murmured, leaning down to kiss you. "Since you're overstimulated, I won't touch you there. But I can finger you, if and only if that's okay with you."

You nodded. "It won't hurt, right?"

"From what I've heard, it most likely won't. I'll be as gentle as possible."

"Okay... then finger me, please."

San kissed your neck while his fingers explored the area around your entrance, avoiding your sensitive clit; he didn't want to just shove his fingers up immediately. "Just relax, baby," he murmured against your skin, and your tense body relaxed a bit. He ran his finger along your wet folds, collecting your juices. He took his time, teasing you around that area, trying to get you wetter.

When you felt wetter, he moved his body to rest in between your legs. He slowly slipped a finger into your hole. "Does it hurt?" he asked. You shook your head and he continued pushing his finger all the way in. You winced at the slight sting you felt when he pulled his finger back a little. "Are you okay? Does it hurt, baby?"

"It stings a little, but it's tolerable," you said, your hands moving to his messy black hair.

San slowly started pumping his finger in you, trying to be as gentle as possible; the stingy feeling was starting to fade away and you let him know that. He tapped around your walls, searching for your g-spot. You sucked in a breath when he found your spot, clutching a fistful of his hair. "Found it," he smirked, continuing to finger you, making sure to hit that very spot.

"S-San..." you moaned, your walls clenching around his finger. He kissed and gently sucked on the skin of your inner thighs while he fingered you. You could feel something building up in your lower stomach, and you assumed you were close to orgasming. "San, I think I'm—"

"Let it go," he pumped his fingers faster, making your back arch. "Cum for me, baby." His words and a few more pumps was all it took for your orgasm to wash over you, making you loudly moan his name. He pulled his fingers out, sucking them clean, eyes closing at your taste. "So fucking sweet."

You pulled San into a kiss, tasting yourself, feeling really happy and relaxed. You felt his hard-on press against your inner thigh, and you instantly pulled away. "Let me help you now."

San pecked your lips. "It's fine, Y/N. This is all new to you so I don't want to make you uncomfortable or something."

"I'll be happy knowing that you're satisfied too," you said, running a hand through his hair. "But you'll have to show me how cause I've never done this before."

He chuckled cutely, kissing you softly before he sat against the headboard. "Grab the oil, baby. Pour some onto your palm," he said, pulling his t-shirt over his head, revealing his toned abs. You did as he said while watching him unzip his jeans, taking it off along with his briefs, causing his hard cock to slap against his lower stomach, the tip leaking with precum. Your eyes roamed all over his naked body; you always thought San looked extremely handsome, but now he looked even better.

"Touch me, Y/N," he said with a smile, grabbing your attention. "You just have to touch me like this," he showed you how to do it and gave you a few tips.

"Okay..."

You gently wrapped your oily hand around his length, earning a slight hiss from him. You moved your hand up and down his length just like he showed you, lubricating it with the oil. You twisted your hand slightly, moving closer to his tip. "Fuck," he muttered when you swiped your finger along his slit; you mentally noted that he liked it. Your hand moved back down and you added a little pressure, slowly jerking him off. "You're doing so well, baby," he moaned, staring at you with hooded eyes, lower lip caught in between his teeth. You increased the pace, making him buck his hips up. "Keep going, doll... I'm so close." You moved your hands faster, earning a loud groan from San while he orgasmed, his cum shooting onto his stomach and some spilling onto your hand. You stroke him for a few more seconds before removing your hand.

San pulled you into a quick kiss. "That was amazing, Y/N. You did so well."

"T-Thanks..." you blushed. "I'm glad you liked it."

"I loved it," he pecked your lips. "Let's clean up, hmm?" You nodded, and the two of you made your way to your bathroom.

San told you about his day while you both washed up. After you both got dressed, you cuddled on your bed, resting your head on his chest.

"Oh, by the way... I actually came here to tell you something," San said, intertwining your hand with his.

"Tell me what?" you questioned sleepily; you could hear his heartbeat speed up.

San took a deep breath, feeling quite nervous. "I... I like you, Y/N," he confessed. "I've liked you ever since we worked on that assignment together. My feelings just keep getting stronger, so I just had to let you know today."

You moved so that you could see his face that was filled with hope and anxiety because he wasn't sure if you felt the same way even after what you both did minutes ago.

You reached up to cup his cheek, hand moving down to run along his sharp jawline. You brought his face closer to yours, capturing his lips in a soft, slow kiss, instantly making his tense body relax. You pulled away slightly to say, "I like you too, Sannie."

San smiled wide, his dimples showing. He pulled you into a kiss even though he wasn't able to stop smiling.

He pulled away to look at you, his hand gently running through your hair. "Would you do me the honor of going on a date with me tomorrow?"

You nodded with a smile, pecking his cheek. "Gladly."

[oh-for-fic-sake]

Detectives Den Chapter Two

Masterlist

Summary: your transformation continues through out the night, Walter worries guarding you, but what happens  when he looses the fight to his beast and you awake to your very own grizzly guardian...

Warnings: Shifter!Au, soulmates, werebear!Walter, graphic transformation?, swearing, implied smut, mentions of breeding, fluff.

A/n: The final part to the detectives den I'm not really in the mood for smut but wanted to get this finished for you guys.

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Walter hissed watching the transformation morph you into the bear he knew you'd be. Your human form bloating and contorting slowly before him. Palms and fingers swelling and elongating until your elegant 'pianist' hands became dainty paws. Long sharp claws protruding. He couldn't help staring in awe tears welling his eyes as the very first change began. It was a moment he'd dreamt of for so long, the slow reveal of his mates form.

You'd bled already, but only a little which boded well and shocked him, his father had said it was frightening seeing so much blood but not to worry, for every ounce you lost it was almost immediately replenished in the initial transformation. Sy had confirmed it to when he had found his own mate. His cousin had said that he'd found it hard to stomach the bloodshed of the first transformation. But with you there didn't seem to be much at all... but then again it may be too early to really tell. But he hoped it remained minimal because then you wouldn't risk waking half way through the shift and feel it. Sometimes the scent of too much blood could stir a shifter out of the protective sleep and they feel the need to hunt.

Werebears could sometimes be a little overzealous with their first transformations if they awoke to smelling too much blood. Even if it was their own, they could got into a frenzy and need to be taken down a few pegs... Forced into submission and it could get frightening for the newly turned shifter, they don't understand.

Walter walked around the bed moving the damp towel over your paws revelling in the softness of your black fur, shiny and sweet, small pads unblemished and baby soft from never touching the hard soil. Sure it was strange seeing the paws on your swollen yet still human form, the change for him took seconds he never had to pause, but the first for a bitten shifter took hours, as it the body was figuring out where everything was supposed to go along the way.

Your paws though large in his human hand were... Well tiny, compared to his grizzly paw that was about the size of a dinner plate... Your was half the size, maybe even smaller it was cute. He hummed soothingly as you whined again a deeper pitch to what you usually had.

"Shh its okay love, I'm here... I'm here your doing beautifully" he uttered watching as you shivered violently and contorted as another cracking sound echoed from within you. Followed by a groan of pain. It'd been a few hours already, which seemed long but was actually faster then usual. His mothers transformation took three days, by the looks of it you might actually have a shifter somewhere in your bloodline. He almost felt a tad dissapointed males prided themselves on their venoms strength, the more potent a shifter was the more people he could turn. He'd convinced himself earlier that he had strong venom and that's why you succumbed so quickly, but now he was doubting that.

Walter watched over you as your wrists and arms swelled further and further up skin changing becoming thicker and sprouting the thick shiny fur. He also noted your legs beginning the transformation feet widening toes shifting into a new structure of hind paws... this was far too quick to be just venom. He decided and moved about you quickly wiping you down as best as he could trying to ignore the fact it was your own blood he was cleaning off of you.

It was another few agonizing hours before your true form was revealed and to say he was stunned was an understatement. You were a bear, but rare indeed. Many were bears were  brown bears and black bears... Then grizzly, kodiak and polar bears were rare about one in two to three thousand odds? Mostly because of bloodlines being hunted. A bloodline either had the gene for the larger bears or they didn't. Yet certain bears were almost unheard of... Pandas for example, people laughed it off at first but there are currently three one in china the other two in Korea, sun and sloth bears also extremely rare but not as much as pandas...

Then there was you... Asian black bears, sweet faces with tufted cheeks and white chest markings and they were tiny. One of the smallest of his kind. Walter took a few minuets basking in the sight before him. He'd done it. Given his first and probably only bite! And managed to make things go smoothly, you didn't wake, or bleed out or run into any problems. He hadn't even had to help you along. Fourteen hours. It took you fourteen hours to fully transform from regular human to shifter, to bear.

"Remarkable" he breathed out to himself quietly stepping back admiring the sight. You were so cute! So small but perfectly formed. And now safer then ever, and best of all? Completely his. Water only managed to admire your new form for a few moments before the process began the slow shift back. As your form began fading his inner beast was roaring, raging the need to be free and greet the luscious female before him was too much. He tried, by god he tried his best but within another hour Walters resolve had crumbled.

His shift was fast, much faster then normal. Surprizingly the beast didn't clamber up onto the bed and curl around your shivering half changed form. Instead he padded around it sitting between you vulnerable form and the door guarding you. He groaned turning lapp8ng at your sweat bloodied skin, cleaning you like a cub as you transitioned further back to the sweet human.

Walter would admit to being surprized by how his lesser had behaved, he was frightened that he would overwhelm you. Clamber onto the bed and scent you, lie atop of you and almost crush you under his huge mass whilst trying to snuggle and nuzzle you now that you smelled like one of his own kind. The floor creaked under his hug frame but held firm as he sat side on watching both you and the door to the rest of the cabin.

You yelped as a rush of heat washed over you followed by a freezing chill. You bolted up right from your sprawled out position crying in shock as pain flushed your entire body then left. You curled over pressing your hands to the sheets panting feeling funny... different.

Walter spun around at your abrupt reaction. Then grumbled blinking at you eyeing you critically making sure you were safe. You hadn't even noticed him yet, instead you were frozen eyeing the blood stained sheets with a frown.

"W-Walter? WALTER?" you cried out snapping your head up frightened something had happened to him whilst you slept. You spun around  and froze in place seeing the huge dark brown bear in front of you. Instantly you began jumping to conclusions.

"Oh-oh my god- no no! Walter?!" You screamed as you spied the huge animal and scrabbled back across the bed. Kicking with your feet trying to escape before it attacked you. But the bear chuffed, his huge frame rocking slightly with what were meant to be chuckles. Walter couldn't help it, he was happy you were awake... plus you'd bearly got half way across the bed in your panicked wind milling flailing about, but you had managed to twist the sheets around your feet and get tangled up.

He huffed a sigh and stood on all fours before placing a large paw on your ankle holding you still. Only to receive a  kick in the face from the other leg. It handt hurt, he'd bearly felt it to be honest. It was amusing, even his beast recognised the gesture as laughable. His tiny, sweet mate thought her human feet would overcome him. You made to kick again still struggling and sobbing panicked s he tugged you closer.

He intercepted the second kick dodging swiftly before lapping as your foot gently, trying to show you he wasn't a threat.

"No! No don't you fucking taste me! THIS ISNT FUCKING TRY BEFORE YOU BUY!?" You bellowed still thrashing about hands digging into the bed fighting the pull if the bear as it dragged you to your doom.

You quivered as with one heavy yank you were pulled toward it stopping below the animals tummy as it heaved its front paws on the bed. You couldn't do much more then cry closeing your eyes as the beasts maw descended on you.

You screamed out in anticipation of the final bite, but all the animal did was snort at you before lapping your face once more... it was... giving you kisses? You moved your head side to side trying to avoid the humongous predators mouth. Squinting you held your eyes closed twisting your head away squealing trying to ignore the massive tongue swiping over you.

Then everything changed, in a few seconds the fuzzy weight was gone and you felt bare skin on yours and a familiar chuckle from above. You looked up and crumbled wrapping your arms around your lover.

"W-Walter?! What-  Walter! Oh god I thought you were gone!" You cried out still frazzled from the near death experience of faceing  grizzly bear alone!

"No babe I'm here, I was always here" Walter scoffed unable to stop his gruff chuckles as you clambered over him holding him tightly nuzzling his chest breathing in his scent. He hummed slowly stroking your hair holding you.

"What no you wasn't- there was a bear! A FUCKING BEAR!" You yelled but soon quieted down breathing deeper for some reason he just smelled sooo good. Like musty but not in a bad sweaty way? A clean earthy scent that soothed you he had a manly deep smell yet primal? Bestial? It was strange- he'd always smelled good but now? It was like he was the most incredible thing you'd ever smelt before rich and addictive! You just wanted more.

"Shh its alright" Walter preened shifting slightly making you whine and follow still having deep breaths through your nose, that was still buried in the thick curls on his chest. Walter couldn't help but smirk, you were scenting him quite clumsily~ it was cute but he expected nothing less, your instincts were awakening senses going haywire. Soon after the shock you'd want nothing more then to drown our self in his scent and then his cum. You'd be ravenous, unsaitable! Your animal intuition scream at you to claim your mate over and over until he'd bred you. Not that he could, you were on contraception and he'd keep it that way for a few more weeks. Just until mating season, then he'd fuck you full.

"No walt- there was it was huge and brown and it oh god?! where did it go!?" You finally yelped and pulled away looking around frantically. For some reason you couldn't concentrate, it was like your mind was trying to process too much at once. Everything was hazy and clear you didn't understand.

"Babe" you snapped your head to Walter and frowned at him shaking your head cutting him off as you thought he was about to call you mad

"No I saw it! I'm not mad I'm not there was a fucking bear Walt! It was right here and now?" You roared standing on the bed panicked looking around at the small windows for any sign of the predator.

"Baby calm down" Walter pleaded trying jot to laugh, for a human this wasn't funny but a shifter? Yeah a little funny. He tipped forward reaching out his hands slowly managing to tug you to sit on the bed.

"Oh my god what if its outside!? How did you not fucking see it!?" You yipped nervously and somehow darted from the bed dodging Walter. He grunted as you escaped him with your new found speed, he'd forgotten that detail. Now you would be stronger and faster just like him. No longer a weak defenceless human, but a shifter just like him.

"Babe slow down" Walter fretted as you staggered about the place flicking the latches on the windows and spinning growling at him annoyed, your eyes glowing a deep honeyed amber. He froze, heart clenching with a aching choking longing it was the first time you'd flared up at him. As annoyed as he should be at the disrespect,  he was too overwhelmed by the fact you were now like him.

"Oh shut up Walter I'm not playing! Quick lock the door before he comes back" you hissed at him glaring and spun back around heading to the side table that had his phone on it.

"What are you doing? Hey that's my phone!" He barked striding over to you and began wrestling you for the phone.

"Yes i- we need to call someone there was a fucking BEAR!" You yipped as Walter managed to curl around you, pressing his chest against your back tightly holding you still and pulling the phone from your hand.

"Babe it was me, it was me I'm the bear sweetheart" he finally admitted trying to talk you down when he noticed your eyes glowing at him once more. The last thing he needed was you shifting in a temper.

"Wha- babe I'm not fucking around" you said sounding more hurt then angry. Was he making fun of you? You were genuinely scared! You wasn't the out doors type and you'd woken up face to face with a huge wild animal and blood all over the place! And your so called friend was making fun of you?

You sniffled and tried to wrench yourself from his grip but he wound his arms around you, one  across your tummy and the other tossed his phone on the bed out of reach before wrapping around your ribs.

"Neither am I, I told you I'm a shifter... a bear shifter... that bear you woke up to was me, I was guarding you" Walter uttered calmly pressing kisses to your hair and made a light purr like chuffing sound in his chest. You wasn't sure what it was but it soothed you instantly making you melt in his arms and stop fighting him. There was a gentle lull to the strange sound that made you want to curl into him and snuggle.

"...Have you hit your head? Is that what the blood was?" You asked curiously glancing to the side looking over the bloody sheets. Walter preened and dipped his head nuzzling your neck with the scruff on his chin and rubbing his temple into you coating you in his scent.

"No honey look" he murmured pips brushing your skin before lifting a hand before  you and let it begin to shift. His hand changed widening morphing into a huge brown paw before your eyes, the claws were huge and fierce looking. You yelped and jolted back crying out watching in fascination and horror as the human hand cracked and twisted. The cringe sounds of bone rearranging and tearing muscles didn't last long as the paw appeared but it was long enough to freak you out.

"OH MY FUCKING GOD!? NO! THATS... No this is impossible!" You shouted feeling the pit of your stomach drop. He wasn't human? He wasn't a human- but a beast! Your Walter was a beast- a fucking bear? How? How could you not have known!?

"W-Walter?" You asked voice cracking as you brought a quivering hand to his... paw and skimmed your fingers over the thick brown fur following the contours along the toes and stopped at the huge claw.

"I'm a shifter my love... your my mate... my one true soul mate" he said carfully pausing to let you take in the words and their true meaning. He felt you draw a sharp breath in, eyes still trained on his partially shifted arm. He shivered as your fingers drew delicate lines from his paw and forearm finally touching the skin of his elbow.

"O-okay... so your a werebear?" Had Walter not been a shifter with heightened hearing he doubts he would have heard to tiny quivering voice that had breathed out your words. Trying to convince and calm yourself down.

"Some call us that yes... I was born a shifter... I come from a long line- well we can trace it back to the 1400's we belive our ancestor was the mate of a shifter and was... turned" he began explaining finally letting his hand return to normal. He was eager to tell you everything, but didn't want to overwhelm you. It was clear you were in a state of shock, frightened and confused but also intrigued which was good. He half expected you to call him a monster and try to run.

Instead you turned to face him with a small curious frown, nose scrunched and brows furrowed trying to wade through your own thoughts and no doubt try to decide what question to ask first.

"1400s? Soo your family for have been bears for nearly seven hundred years?!" Your words filled the space between you makeing Walter relax his hold slightly. You were taking this well, there wasn't a need to clutch you so tightly. Not that he could really hurt you now. There's not a lot of difference in strength now, your bones were denser and just as strong as his and would be able to hadn't his immense strength, another thing he no longer had to worry about.

"No, its a little more complicated, all werewolves, werecats werebears are... technically the same, the venom is the same for all but we have beast forms that reflect our personality and nature. I'm a bear and some cousins are too, but we are all unique other cousins and uncles are were cats..." Walter tried to keep the complexities out of the explination and dumbed down the answer. He didn't want to overwhelm you, he could go in depth later on for ow the basics will do.

"Uncles? You have uncles? I didn't know that" the question was asked to try and get a little normality back, to chill and remember he was still your Walter bear... oh... now you understood why he laughed at his nickname. Your lips quirked and you scoffed to yourself.

"Yes, you met him at his sons birthday- you remember August?" Walter asked latching onto the question trying to distract you before you had a melt down or panic attack as reality sunk in. Slowly he ushered you back to the bed using his hug mass to corral you deeper into the small cabin.

"The... Scary CIA agent with the 70's porn tash?" You thought back to the man who in your eyes looked both ridiculous and frightening... come to think of if most of Walters family had been frightening in their own way... and odd, each had a different set of quirks and mannerisms some were straight laced and cordial others loud and boisterous.

"Yes, he is a werecat just like his father- Napoleon the one who kept making you taste all those fancy wines and cheeses" you frowned slowly mulling over his words whilst Walter eased you to sit on his lap back on the bed, keeping your back to hi chest and spreading his legs out below you.

"No way! The one with the slicked hair a tight butt was his dad? How? That must make him atleast fifty?!" You said shocked remembering the handsome man and his beautiful suave wife that both had a sophisticated air about them.

"Yes and he will be happy to know you said that~ but to answer your question. Were's don't age after finding their mates, we don't know why but we just stop- we only die in conflicts with one another or freak accidents" Walter hummed tucking his chin on your shoulder before scenting you softly, trying to drink you in and rub his own musk over you like a perfume.

"Uncle Napoleon found my aunt in the mid sixties in the prime of his life" Walter breathed out, and pulled another breath in through his mouth, letting your new deep utterly mouth watering feminine scent wash over his tongue. Tasting you on the air whilst sniffing over you, like a salivating dog. Because for all intents and purposes that's what he was, he wanted nothing more then to part your thighs and dominate you by splitting you open on his cock once more and mount you.

"So he is like older then fifty? But looks about thirty five? That's crazy!" You continued in awe shifting on his lap somehow able to ignore the stiffening cock below you. Walter hissed and lowered his hands to your hips holding you still before he gave in and fucked you and claimed you like a beast.

"It gets crazier then that sweetheart. Geralt is the oldest technically my great great great grandfather he is the progenitor for our blood line our alpha if you want to put it that way, he's the one with the pale hair you met that kept asking if you ate enough and piled up your plate a few times- he has a thing about making sure the clans females are fed first, he knows what its like to go hungry" you twisted in his hold blinking at him, he sounded different? His voice cracking a few times a low growl trying to break out. You ignored it choosing to soak up the information like a sponge.

"Clan females?" You picked up on that little detail. You wasn't one of them. You wasn't engaged to Walter or anything so why would Geralt fawn over you... you had noticed that the silver haired male had checked again and again that you'd eaten- that you managed to try a bit of everything the buffet table had to offer, he even quipped you had to put a bit of meat on your bones to keep up with the family.

"Yeah he knew you were my mate- I told him so your family- clan we don't have a pack per-say but we are a clan and your apart of that to, he feels the need to look after everyone still no matter how old we et he always sees us as cubs, but at seven hundred I suppose we all are" Walter chuckled thinking back to the moment he'd announced to Geralt he had found his mate. Walter had all but been ordered to introduce you to everyone, and so Augusts birthday became the excuse to have a barbecue and introduce you to the clan.

While bears didn't have packs they did have a clan and each one loved one another fiercely. And luckily there were no lions or pride cats in the family to complicate things. All of the clan were solitary shifters. It just meant the family couldn't live together under one roof you'd kill each other, it was one of the reasons Geralt believed your clan had survived, when a wolf or pack animal was thrown in the mix thing's got ugly.

"Seven hundred? How that's impossible!?"

"Like I said we stop ageing when we find our mate" Walter tried not to grimanced as you tensed. You heard the strain in his voice. His continued aging had worried him, he had aged older then  some of the others in his family. But now he finally had you, the worry of finding you as a wrinkled old man who couldn't have cubs was now gone he wont waste a moment longer worrying about that.

Instead he rubbed your sides ghosting your ribs with his hands pressing sweet kisses to your neck as you finally fell out of shock and began trembling. The initial calm begging to wane, your pulse quickened and you shook your head, here comes denial.

"Oh god-this is crazy! This can't be happening- Walter please this is- there has to be another explination! This is impossible!" You pleaded trying to grasp the situation and call the mans bluff at the same time. Walter sighed curling around you again holding you whilst tucking his head into your shoulder

"I assure you this is very real my sweet- every word. I'm a shifter and so is the rest of my family- Napoleon is indeed Augusts father and Geralt is my great great great grand father" Walter reiterated for you making it clear, he didn't want there to be any doubts or misunderstandings. He would not hide anything from you now, he'd hidden too much for too long.

"B-but you and August don't have the same last name?!" you bristled as Walter burst out laughing. The man couldn't help it, it was funny that the nameing issue seemed to be the only thing you saw as a problem. Especially when you think that legally changing a name was something even humans could do with little effort.

"August made up the name walker to separate himself from his fathers legacy in the spy business" Walter added after managing to control his laughter.

"And they are cats?" you asked again with a deep breath. As much as this madness was freaking you out, you couldn't help the little twinge of excitement wondering if one of his family was a lion or tiger... You'd always wanted to see a huge cat... And if they were his family maybe you could pet them? You also wanted to pet Walter as a bear but was unsure if that was a good idea.

"Yes. Which is fitting don't you think? A couple of prowling spies~" Walter hummed smirking breathing you in again this time trying to sense how upset you were. To his surprize you werent to panicked, anxious excited and confused but not upset... But then again he hadn't revealed the fact you were no longer human yourself yet.

"And everyone else?" you uttered slowly twiddling your fingers trying to pry for information. Mainly if anyone was a tiger or lion, it wasn't like you could come out and ask... Could you? Was that polite?

"Its a mixed bag Bears, the odd canine but that's more distant relatives and one great uncle is a fox- we give him soo much shit over it- especially when his grandson became a huge ass kodiak bear! And a bunch of cats some big, some not so much"

"Okay so my boyfriend is some type of bear-" you began to summarize but was cut off by a grunt from the burly male and he growled a correction into your ear seemingly offended by being called a basic bear.

"Sorry- my boyfriend is a grizzly bear... And I met a shit load of supernatural shifters- one over one hundred hears old at a family barbecue" you giggled at the way he gruffed at you like a big old grumpy bear. You could only put the scoffing huffy reply down to calling him a 'bear' was the same as being called a 'basic bitch'

"Err more then one... like about five... but yes apart from that, that sums up my family! And now your apart of it- my mate my one and only!"  He said unable to hold back his excitement. He refused to hold back his glee, this is what he had wanted for soo long. It was the dream of all shifters, to find the one that they would spend the rest of their life with. To feel that complete love and freedom, finally share who and what they really were with someone after a life time of hiding.

The long years of watching and waiting, following every girl that spurred any type of reaction in them praying she was the one, only to be disappointed when the inner beast would refuse them. In all honesty Walters hope had been all but gone, he'd resigned himself to being alone. He through himself into his work, taking on gruesome cases as an almost punishment to himself? A self destruction of a sorts. Life had no meaning at that point, he had no mate. He would grow old and die alone, with no cubs, nothing. The shame of being the first in his bloodline to fail in finding a mate was also heavy on his mind.

But all that was over now. The shame and fear, anxiety and jealousy. He didn't brood anymore- hell he even smiled and joked with his cousins at Augusts birthday bash. Something that hadn't gone unnoticed by the others, they all spoke to h7m in hushed tones, congratulating him on finding his female, complimenting her whilst roasting him with the typical 'your sure Shes your mate? Because she is definitely out of your league'.

He drew a deep satisfying breath. Trying to drown himself in your new sweetened scent. He was finally at peace, and couldn't wait for the next family get together and boast about how fast you transformed, how little you panicked and utter perfect you were! And with any luck announce he'd managed to breed you quickly~

He paused and tipped his head lower eyeing your flat tummy, ghosting it with his fingers. Cubs, cubs of his own-it was something else to look forward to. His own young tumbling about with their older cousins in Geralts private woodland.

Walter was pulled from his thoughts as you moved your hand to his, locking your small palm around his fingers that were lightly drawing patterns on your tummy. He frowned when he smelled the light panic and sour scent of anxiety hanging over you.

"Love? What are you thinking? What's wrong? You can ask me anything I promise I wont lie to you" he fretted eyes roaming over you in fast dizzying motions the need to watch you critically was too much. He could not take his eyes off of you when you were clearly distressed.

"Isn't there like... Laws? Codes against telling a human?" You muttered looking down beginning to realise if this whole other world existed then surely there were laws to keep it secret. Your mind raced instantly conjuring up a twilight-esque scenario.

"Yes. Your right there are laws about revealing our kind. But, you are my mate" Walter winced steeling himself for the bombshell he was about to drop on you. His stomach quivered and dropped, ice slowly crept into his veins making him shiver.

You twisted and twiddled the hair on his arm moving it this way and that nervously. You wanted to know, but at the same time you didn't. What if things went wrong? What if Walter got into trouble? He said you were his mate but there was not official

"Mate? You keep saying that what is it-like a soul mate?" You queried still looking down fiddling with the hair on the thick meaty fore arm crossing your lower tummy.

"Yes exactly that, your my other half, my soul mate. Love of my life" he added managing to swallow the lump forming in his throat at the impending revelation.

"Like some twilight imprinting stuff?" Walter visible cringed at the mention of the questionable literature. It had been yet another spread of misinformation, another slur a human who new little and would rather fill in the blanks then ask questions.

You watched him close his eyes and release a slow breath before craning his head at you. He looked disgusted at the mere mention of the book.

"No. Much deeper, can we please not bring twilight into this?- or true blood thank you very much... Though true blood is more acceptable" you giggled at him for a moment. The big growly bear had been dead set against true blood when you'd suggested watching it. But had ended up coming around to it, especially when he saw how you watched in awe. Taking in everything with excited eyes and gleeful squeals when characters got what's coming to them. He had wondered if you'd be that excited when he finally told you of himself and his clan. It had struck a cord with him how you looked forward to the next episode each week. He thought it was going to be his in... His way to tell you? But he chickened out.

"Okay? So you can tell me because I'm your mate... your allowed to? Even though I'm human?" The reality of the question stopped his reminiscing and his smile dropped.

He bit his lip and eyed you seriously. Your stomach dropped and you gasped clutching at him your hand drifted down his arm and your fingers intertwined with his looking down trying to fend of tears. You didn't want to jump to conclusions but with the why he tensed and looked so serious and anxious made dread boil in the pit of your stomach.

With a few baited breaths Walter cleared his throat in the way he did before making some announcement. You froze awaiting his next words with trepidation.

"Yes... W-well you are right my love... Apart from the human part... I've given you the bite, its why you passed out, to turn... your a bear like me-well a tiny Asian black bear~ not a big old grizzly like me" he said calmly despite wanting to shy away from this inevitable shock of your turning. But he quickly over come it trying to reassure you that you were perfect!

"I-I'm sorry what? You did what?..." you uttered snapping your gaze to him in fright, eyes wide. You panted a few breaths feeling like he'd just punched the air out of you.

Walter swallowed uneasily sensing the flushes of anger, sadness and disbelief. You shook your head at him whimpering pleading with your eyes. It crushed him, you were frightened and he prayed it wasn't a fear of him. You opened your mouth making to argue but he cut you off speaking over what ever you had to say.

"I bit you y/n. I turned you, as is custom for our kind... we find our mate, bite and turn them and then claim and mate them..." he started apprehensively, then spoke in an almost haughty tone trying to assure himself he was well within his rights too do what he did. And technically speaking? He was according to their laws. Mates belonged to one another, from the moment e realised who you were you were his and I was inevitable he would turn you. As they say its easier to ask for forgiveness... Especially when after the bite you'd feel the bond to.

And you did, he could tell you were relaxing and mewling at him between questions, scenting him. You were surrendering to your instincts slowly, behind the shock and fear it was there. The need, the inescapable love and pull. You were drawn to him just like he had been to you in all honesty it was about damn time you suffered this incredible bond along with him. It as unfair he had been weathering this intense bond alone.

"No I-you didn't that was? It was all in my head that stupid mysterious meat you gave me! You'd never!?" You jolted tugging away harshly spinning sitting on the bed on your knees. Walter huffed and sat up clasping both hands around one of yours.

You quivered your hands both trembling as you concentrated, trying to see if you felt any different. You did but at the same time didn't. You felt like you but just clear? Like you had cotton wool in your ears before but now it had gone. Everything felt sharper, but not ridiculously. You could put it down to a perfect nights sleep? The rare type of sleep that truly refreshed you? Where you woke up and could run a marathon without coffee!

"Venison love- brought down by my own paws I'll have you know- my mate will only have the freshest of meats" Walter chose to try and beat around the subject. He was ashamed but didn't want to give you a chance to scream at him. He was guilty, he knew what he did was selfish in a sense. But he was a shifter its how things were done. It had been his turn! It was his right to turn and welcome you into the clan as his mate!

"You hunted a fucking deer?! Yesterday?" You screeched covering your mouth as images of the cute spotted fluffy white tailed deer  you'd cooed over the day before crossed you mind. Walter had left to get 'fire wood' after seeing it and come back a good half hour later... with the chops.

"I did you needed strength for the change... I'm sorry if I frightened you when you awoke I was guarding you... don't you feel it? The bond-our bond! I do its stronger and much more intense!" Walter faltered growling feeling annoyed that you didn't seem to appreciate his hunting skill and the fact he'd provided for you. His bear was growing irritated at the thought of having an ungrateful female.

But his words quickly became desperate, almost pleading for you to try and find that all important pull. That bond that would let you live out your lives in a blissful pairing.

He watched as you frowned and sighed blinking slowly nodding to him, all anger washed away and he could see the warmth of your new found mating bond swell within you. It relaxed your muscles and made you calm down.

"I... There's a... tugging? Inside- its dull, achy?" You began speaking bringing a hand over your chest- your heart as it seized tight and then released slowly melting in your chest as you looked a your lover.

Walter darted up and clambered towards you holding your shoulders in his huge palms and teased you forward.

"That's it! That's you- your calling to me, trying to pull me in! Your beast- she needs me, wants me to answer and claim you... the tugging will ease once I've had you a few times and made your smell like me" he said faster than he though possible, almost becoming tongue tied as he spoke.

"No, noo shh don't- don't cry my sweet everything will be okay, you'll be fine" he cooed dragging you forward planting your face into his chest holding you, wrapping his arms around you. One hand moved to your head massaging your hair and he swayed mewling a sweet chuffing sound, like an echo from his chest soothing you as much as he could.

You couldn't stop, as soon as the sniffles started and tears blurred your vison you were gone. Weeping into his chest frightened and confused. The thrumming of this new pull in your chest began easing the second you were coddled by him yet it was still there. Like a weight on your chest, warm and uncomfortable. Overwhelming.

"But- but I'm a? A? I don't even know!" You panted out, panicked at your breathing became laboured in panic. You wasn't a human? You didn't want to belive it but for some reason you knew. Not that you could explain how you knew you just did. You were something else now. Just like Walter.

"Your a sweet little bear, my sweet baby bear-a cute black bear! Asian black bear with the sweetest round fluffy face! And tiny paws adorable little bob tail~" Walter cooed cupping your cheeks wiping the tears away from them as you cried silently. He tipped our head up to face him and grinned at you. It was clear you'd accepted what had happened, he knew you would. All mates accepted the change fairly well. If they don't then it means their shifter mate had been mistaken.

"A black bear?" Your lips trembled adding a waver to the words, your voice small and sweet. Curious and anxious. Walter nodded beaming down at you then pressed a loving kiss to your forehead before resting his own against you looking you in the eye softening his gaze.

"You~ are the cutest little bear I've ever seen" he fawned over you brushing your hair back from your face ecstatic that you had taken this so well, that you were accepting of it just? Nervous. You hadn't attacked him, or ran off screaming. You were asking him about it, about yourself!

"B-but I feel funny! There's something in here- I don't like it!" You cried out at him digging your fingers I to his arms, clutching as tight as you could piercing him slightly the tips of your nails becoming pointed. But he ignored it, the tiny punctures didn't hurt and he knew it was your bear trying to seek him out, to latch onto him and hold tight overwhelmed and needing her mate. He was your security, your safety.

"You mean inside? That's your beast baby, your inner bear... is she? Does she want anything?" He couldn't help asking, waiting, anticipating  your answer. He wanted nothing more then to give you and your new lesser anything your heart desired. He was ready and willing to cater to your every whim.

"I-I dunno! You?- I think... You smell good! It makes me happy and her... its not hurting" you whined shuffling over his lap straddling him no longer willing to hold back. You felt itchy, your skin clammy and prickling yet when you touched him it was... a different heat? Comforting like his own skin was calming the raging storm within soothing your... beast?

You shuffled closer and closer still until your chest was pressed tightly to his. He hummed holding still letting you follow the instincts. He needed to let you take what you needed, he could see the flecks in your eyes. Your lesser was right there guiding you into his arms as she should.

He groaned when your chest met his, the soft mounds moulding to his fuzzy chest. You growled in response the coarse hair dragging over your nipples teasing them to fine points. Walter tipped his head offering you his neck knowing it was your destination. Finally with a groan your nose ran over his neck, dragging in deep breaths your lips grazing his skin. He could had wept as you sought him out as your own mate. Scenting him as he had always wanted you to.

"O-oh I smell good do I?~" the cocky question lost its bite with the sob that threatened to escape as his dreams seemed to come true. You hummed and nipped at him hands drifting to his hair pulling easing his head back before sniffing him again pupils blowing wide at the dizzying scent permeating the air. The feeling below your skin became something else entirely. A lust you'd not felt before, deep and demanding primal in the best kind of way!

"Ye-yeah! It smells real good" you barely managed the words far to focused on finding the exact spot on his neck and jaw where the intoxicating smell was most potent so you could lap at it and drink him in.

"Then I will stay here with you as long as you want to, we can lay here all day" he uttered slowly twisting his head for you, trying to guide your mouth to his scent gland.  The spot you were unknowingly hunting for.

"What?.. what if I didn't want to just?... lay? What if I wanted to do stuff too?" You mewled finally finding what you were after. Walter hissed and yelped in a very unwalter like fashion when you latched onto the spot licking and sucking at it making his eyes roll back.

"Stuff? You want to do stuff? What stuff?" The words were laboured more breathy pants falling fast into a lusty haze, he couldn't resist you. The way you were moving over him rocking on his lap naked, your hot mouth working over what was one of the most sensitive nerve rich erogenous zones on any shifter.

"Bed stuff" you pulled away panting over his skin wanting nothing more then to make love to him. Your mate.  Walter snapped growling and rolling you over, his beast finally breaking his resolve and pinned you below him eyes ablaze with excitement and a wild lust- a primal need to sink in to you and claim your body for himself once more.

"Lets do bed stuff, Remember you asked for it." He growled before descending on you with a playfull snarl determined to have the best primal savage raw sex of his life!

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hi laurennnn. how about soft platonic!wandanat (like wanda and nat are in a relationship, reader isn't) taking care of the reader (who they've kinda taken under their wing) after she did something really stupid on a mission? i hope that makes sense

Happy WandaNat Wednesday!!! 

Title: Breathing Again

Word count: 3k 

Pairing: WandaNat x Platonic!Reader 

Warning: a little sad, some fluff 

A/N: Minimal editing so I do apologise! Mysh (mouse) Myshka (little mouse) 

Gif owner @diegclila <3

For Alexis x @canarypoint

Breathing Again 

The first thing you noticed was the pain, that sore aching pain that reached all over your body as you tried to adjust to the bright light as you awake, groaning at the sensitivity of your eyes that stare back at the white light. Your gaze flickers around the dark room trying to gather your senses, blurry outlines begin to focus as you notice a familiar figure curled up on the chair beside the bed you’re lying on. You swallow and lick at your dried lips. 

“Wanda,” your voice rasped and croaked as you gained the tired witch’s attention watching her rouse to the sound of your voice. She moves quickly from her position once she notices you awake, her hands tentatively brushing your hair from your face as green eyes take in the almost healed bruises and scrapes that scatter across your skin. 

“Shh sweetheart, here drink some water.” she instructs softly, her voice hushed as she moves to grab you a glass of water from the side table. She tilts the glass to your lips slowly allowing you to take in the cold liquid sighing in relief as you quench your dying thirst. Turning your head you watch her frantically move towards the door calling for someone as you frown still unsure of your whereabouts, she rushes back over to you and smiles reassuringly. 

“What happened to me?” you ask, the events still a blur as you try to remember pieces of the mission. It was supposed to be a simple rescue job until an old rival of Tony’s decided to show up and stir up trouble causing the mission to go sideways, a second explosion had gone off close to where you were helping civilians escape out of the wreckage from the first hit unaware of the possibility of a second wave of explosions.

Wanda sits on the edge of the bed, her hand rubbing soothing strokes across your bicep. Watery eyes lock onto your own as you see her struggle to gather her words, before her gaze drops to her lap. 

“You were almost out of the building when the second explosion went off, Nat tried to get to you she was screaming for you to retreat but you were too stubborn for your own good,” she pauses, as she raises a scolding eyebrow at you but her eyes remain soft and full of relief at seeing you awake and breathing; living. “There was a cry for help just south of the building and as you got them out the explosion hit and you- you tried to use your powers to deflect the force but you weren’t prepared for it and-” a sob escapes from her throat as you struggle to sit upright tilting your head to gain her attention again. 

“I’m okay Wanda,” your words make her look up almost instantly, a small sad smile gracing her lips. 

“Barely, we were told that your chances of coming around-” “Y/N!” Tony’s voice cuts off Wanda’s as he races in with a woman dressed in a white lab coat, her badge indicating her profession. She moves swiftly towards you shining a bright light in both of your eyes making you squint at the harshness, your body still coming around from what feels like a million years of slumber. 

“Nice to see that you’ve come around, Y/N. I’m Doctor Jones, I’ve been looking after you while you’ve been here. Do you know where you are?” she asks, as if routine. “I uh- yeah. The hospital right?” you mumble, not overly confident with your answer. She smiles kindly at you as she nods in confirmation. 

“That’s right and while we have been able to keep you stable, you’ve been through some major trauma alright so I need you to take it easy for me while we go through some routine check ups okay? Do you remember what happened to you?” she continues to ask questions as she checks over your vitals, moving with such ease and experience as Tony remains quiet next to her but still hovers close to the good doctor who seems to be irritated by his lack of personal space. From the expression on her face this isn’t the first time Tony’s been pestering her while you’ve been out, you frown at that thought. 

“How long have I been out for?” your question makes them freeze, as Doctor Jones for the first time pauses as she writes on your chart, eyes flicker from one another. Wanda licks her lips as she looks away seeming to struggle with answering your question making you turn your attention to Tony. His shoulders slack as he stands a few inches away biting at his thumb nail.

“Two months and three days,” his words make your eyes widen as the machine next to you begins to bleep loud and fast.

“Two months!” you exclaim, your breathing becoming more erratic as you feel your chest tighten. Wanda seems to finally snap out of her tortured daydream as she focuses on your anxious form, her lips shushing you, her hands cupping your jaw as her thumbs brush across your cheekbones. 

“Y/N. Listen to me, I need you to calm down okay?” she instructs, taking a deep breath in silently asking you to mimic her actions. A familiar routine that you’ve both done ever since your first anxiety attack after your first mission with the team. Her soothing efforts seem to work as Doctor Jones informs you that all your vitals seem to be all stable and that once you have been medically reviewed, you can be discharged home back to Avengers Tower. 

Once the Doctor had left, Tony finally joined you and Wanda by the bedside sitting at the foot of the hospital bed. The pair caught you up on the past two months reassuring you that not a lot had changed, the lack of Natasha’s name didn’t go unnoticed by yourself though. 

“Wait, what happened to Natasha?” the two share a look at the mention of the redhead assassin. Tony pats your leg and smiles softly. 

“She’s fine, Kid.” he reassures, but Wanda’s distant look does nothing to calm your worries.

Since joining the Avengers you have become close to the assassin and the witch that sits beside you. The two had been dating for a while before you joined the team and became somewhat like mother’s to you, your mentors. Peter has Tony and you, well you had the two most badass women on your side. Moving away from your parents to live with the Avenger’s had been difficult at first, still trying to control your powers as well finding a way to fit into an already established team was hard but Natasha had been nice and warm towards you, teaching you the basics in hand to hand combat as well as weapons training while Wanda had taken you under her wing in the power’s department, having some power over certain elements yourself made you bond instantly with the witch. You had never been close to your parents, your abilities instantly labelling you as an outsider to them and the rest of your family but since being with the Avengers and having Natasha and Wanda look out for you, you finally felt a sense of belonging. 

Biting your lip, you nod trying to convince yourself of his words.

***

Walking slowly into the shared common room, you allow Wanda to guide you gently into the living room space where some of the team wait impatiently for you. Peter spots you first, smiling brightly as he takes in your tired form. Jogging over to you, he gently takes you into his arms and squeezes lightly.

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he whispers, you squeeze your eyes shut to hold back on the tears. The realisation of just how close you were to losing your life becoming more prominent as you squeeze him back ignoring the pain that creeps up around your body at the tight pressure. 

“Me too,” you whisper back, before pulling away and greeting the others. Your heart tightens as the emotions from the last two days start to surface as Thor is last to greet you, his gentleness surprising you at the usually strong and mighty God who doesn’t realise his own strength at times. As they step away to give you some room to settle down on the sofa, you can’t help but look around for the certain redhead. Wanda notices your search as she comes to sit next to you, the guys moving towards the kitchen to help prepare for dinner which only heightens your suspicions knowing that Steve is the only one allowed to cook in the kitchen after the last incident that involved the microwave, pop-tarts and Thor. 

“Wanda, is Nat okay with me? Doesn’t she want to see me?” your voice leaving her no room to dodge your questions. She brushes a lock of your hair behind your ear as she searches for the right words. 

“Nat is fine, Mysh. Of course she wants to see you, she just- after the doctor told us that you might not make it through, Nat kinda retreated into herself. She would sit for hours at your bedside, I was the only one besides Clint who could get her to eat and sleep. I only managed to convince her to come back here a few days before you woke to get some proper rest,” she pauses, as tears build in her eyes. “Y/N, you have to understand one thing about Natasha. She has always been taught that love is for children, that in itself closed her off to any kind of personal relationships with others even after leaving the red room. Since meeting Clint and then being here with us, she’s been able to let go of that old notion and genuinely open up to the possible idea of love and friendship, to me, to the team, including you, Little Mouse.” she grins as she calls you the familiar nickname that Nat gave you after you started training with her. 

“Is she here? I’d like to talk to her,” you murmur, suddenly feeling the need to apologize to her for not listening to her during that mission but most of all needing to reassure her and see her for yourself. Wanda nods as she leans forward pressing a kiss to your temple. 

“She’ll be in your room,” she informs you, a knowing look passes through her green eyes as you nod. You stand and head for the elevator that leads to the private quarters before pausing and quickly moving back to Wanda briefly wrapping your arms around her chest from behind leaning your head against hers for a moment. 

“Thank you for looking after me,” you mumble, she pats your arms and smiles. 

“Go and see Nat,” are her only words, making you salute her mockingly as she laughs. 

***

Taking a deep breath in you allow yourself a moment as you take in the familiar hallway to your bedroom, observing the picture frames on the wall. Frames showing yourself with the couple on your birthday, cooking with Wanda and Peter in the kitchen and one from your latest sleepover with the two, face masks in place as you pull silly faces. You notice your bedroom door ajar as you peek through the gap noticing Natasha’s figure curled up on your bed as her shoulders remain rigid and stiff as she faces away from you.

“Wan, I’m not in the mood-” 

“It’s me,” you cut in, watching her become tense at the sound of your voice. She quickly sits up from your bed and faces you, her face stoic as her blue eyes take in your form. Moving further into the room you decide to crouch in front of her placing your hands onto her knees. 

“It’s me Nat, I’m home.” you whisper, fidgeting in place as your nervousness begins to take over. Her hands tentatively reach your cheeks cupping your jaw as her eyes assess the fading bruises. 

“I am so angry with you,” she murmurs, her voice betraying her words as fear remains evident in her voice. Your lips twitch as tears begin to build in your eyes. 

“I know and I’m so sorry I should have listened to you-” 

“Damn straight you should have. Do you know how scared I was when I finally got to you? You were so pale and you wouldn’t wake-,” she trails off, as she continues to take in your face. 

“Natasha I know I scared you-” 

“Scared me?! I have never been so terrified in my life Y/N, do you understand how important you are to this team, to Wanda.. To me! I know how frightened your parents were when we told them, they threatened to have you transferred to the hospital back at home and for us to never see you again.” you try to interrupt to explain that you understood but she continues, the emotions from the last two months finally surfacing. 

“You may not realise this, but we care about you... so much, Y/N. At first I was so angry with you for being so darn stubborn and not listening to me,” she confesses, standing to her feet as she begins to pace. You stand as well stepping back to allow her room to let out her frustrations folding your arms across your stomach. 

“Nat, I understand how reckless I was okay? I’m sorry I don't know what else to say right now,” you murmur, suddenly regretting the decision to do this now as you begin to feel lightheaded. The day’s events slowly creep up on top of you as you close your eyes for a second trying to steady yourself. Natasha seems to notice your swaying state and reaches forward wrapping a protective arm around your waist, guiding you towards the bed.

“Are you okay, Myshka?” she asks, worry evident in her voice. “Lie down,” she instructs softly, making sure the pillows are plumped behind your head. You look up shyly at her feeling the dizzy spell surpass slightly. 

“Will you stay with me? Since I pretty much slept for two months I’m scared that when I close my eyes I’ll-” 

“I know, Kid. Scoot over then,” she bumps her elbow against your shoulder as she comes to lie next to you. Facing each other, you can see the conflict pass through her blue eyes as she brushes a thumb across your cheek, capturing an escaped tear. 

“If you need to sleep, you can. I’ll be right here when you wake up,” she promises, watching as your eyes slowly start to close on command. Natasha continues to watch as your lashes flutter, a small smile spreading across her lips. 

“How is she?” Wanda’s voice whispers from the doorway, Nat turns her head towards her girlfriend, her eyes softening. 

“She was feeling a little woozy but I think she just needed some rest,” she explains, Wanda moves forwards and kisses Natasha briefly keeping her head close to the redhead for a moment. 

“And how are you, my darling?” Natasha shrugs, turning to face you again as Wanda moves to lie on your other side smiling warmly as you seek her out even in your sleep, cuddling into her side. 

“I’m doing okay, just knowing she’s here and safe it’s like I can suddenly breath again you know.” Wanda nods understanding her brief sense of loss and grief for you, the uncertainty of whether you would wake again still lingering. Natasha’s eyes rest upon your sleeping form as she continues to open up to the witch. 

“I may not have the privilege of carrying a child but she gives me hope, that I can be that mother figure and not screw it up with my own past traumas,” Wanda smiles, as she glances down at you. 

“Yeah, I know what you mean.” 

“Just so you know she is grounded for the next three years,” Natasha’s vows, although the teasing glint in her eyes shows she only half means it, making Wanda chuckle. 

“I think you’ll have to get in line because her parents are on their way here,” Wanda informs, squealing as you suddenly sit upright, eyes wide at the mention of your parents.

“Shit! My parents!” you exclaims, groaning as you hold the side of your head feeling a sudden headache coming on, Wanda pats your back in sympathy.

 “Don’t worry, Mysh. We’ve got your back,” 

“Speak for yourself,” Nat mutters, grumpily. You turn your head to face her, a pout in place knowing it’s never a good sign when Natasha sides with your parents. 

“Have already told you how sorry I am?” you ask, innocently making Nat grin mischievously. 

Two weeks later

“One large pizza for the still grounded teenager,” Wanda teases, as she enters her shared living room with Natasha holding two boxes of pizza.

You turn your head from your sitting position on the floor as the smell hits your nose, wiggling your fingers towards them as you reach out for the top box. Sticking your tongue out at the avenger for her comment, you open up the lid and take a big sniff humming in delight at the greasy goodness. 

“I’m going to forgive you for that comment. The pizza saved you this time, Maximoff,” you warn jokingly at the brunette as Natasha comes to sit next to you on the floor, her back leaning against the sofa. Wanda places a few slices onto her plate before curling up onto the single seat, her eyes full of fondness as she takes you both in, watching as you slap Nat’s hand away from your pizza slices. 

“You guys know we have a couch you can sit on, right?” she teases, as you and Nat shrug stuffing the slice into your mouths eyes focused on the television. 

“Come on, babe. Don’t be boring and join us,” Natasha entices, her eyes full of mischief as Wanda scoffs shaking her head. 

“You both eat like animals. I’ll stay over here with my half of the pizza thank you very much,” she huffs but the glint in her eyes shows her amusement. 

You all continue to munch happily on the cheesy slices as you and Natasha make ridiculous comments about the reality TV show that plays on the flat screen making you both laugh. Wanda smiles fondly enjoying the peace and the very normal atmosphere;  being a well known superhero with many enemies makes moments like this rare so she remains quiet, that small smile playing on her lips as she observes her two favourite people in this rare domestic bliss knowing there’s no other place she’d rather be. 

Tags: @waitingfortheendtocome @natasha-danvers @natasharomanoffswife @xxxtwilightaxelxxx

[butternuggets-blog]

Second Chances - MA15+ NSFW

@baronzemosupremist Your fanfiction, sir :) Sorry it took so long to write :(

Smut/Angst, Porn With Minimal Plot, Baron Zemo/Male Reader (__ used instead of Y/N because I think it looks neater)

He had been expecting jail. Fifty years or more spent in a small windowless concrete cube, with a few books and a toilet for company. Or death. He deserved to be shot. He had read the papers, listened to the staggered screams as the news reports smash-cut through video footage of the UN Conference in Vienna. Watched Nadia and Carl, and his father, be buried again and again every night in his dreams.

But with time served and James Barnes, of all people, defending him, he had been reluctantly released back into the general public. He knew the Wakandans were keeping an eye on him, and he had to report twice a week to a parol officer, but all in all he had quite a bit of freedom.

A lot of time on his hands.

Too much time on his hands.

In an odd twist of fate, he had wound up in a cramped apartment two blocks away from a branch of the Novi Grad Public Outreach Program. He still felt a slight twist in his gut every time he looked at the sign, but he went there every day, signing up for whatever needed doing.

Which is where he met him. A laugh so loud it echoed through the bustling centre, drawing chuckles from weary people who often didn’t feel like smiling. Bright intelligent eyes that were constantly scanning, ever observant, in case someone looked like they needed assistance.

A body that fit so snugly into jeans and a tank top that Zemo had walked straight into a wall the first time he spotted him.

It was getting a little embarrassing, to be honest. He’d had crushes before, but nothing that ever made him so flustered that he’d blushed right up to his ears. Nadia would have been in hysterics if she could see him now.

“Hey, what are the chances!’

Zemo blinked.

‘What are you doing here?’ he asked.

‘I live here now! Apartment number nine’ _ gestured vaguely down the hall, and Zemo felt a stupid, dopey smile spread across his face.

‘Well, neighbour, why don’t you come in?’

‘Mmh, do you mind if I have some coffee? That smells amazing!’

‘Please, by all means’

‘Thanks’

They sat in companiable silence on the balcony for a while, Zemo trying desperately not to stare.  __ really was beautiful in the early morning light, the muted colours creating contrasts on his face. His stomach flopped. God, he was in love.

‘So I was wondering..’ __ fiddled with the mug in his hands, gathering himself, ‘I know it’s probably a little forward of me to ask but..would you like to sleep with me?’

Zemo choked on his coffee.

‘I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I just-oh god’ __ winced and rubbed a hand across his face, ‘I mean, would you like to go on a date? Or..I’m sorry, I’m just not really used to asking, and you’re really hot, and I just..eurgh-’

‘Yes’ Zemo interrupted, fervently. __ peeked out from between his fingers.

‘Yes?’

‘Yes’ Zemo put down his mug and reached a hand out, tentatively placing it on  __ ‘s knee. ‘To both suggestions’

‘Ok, well, great’  __ put down his mug as well and gently placed a hand on top of Zemo’s. It was warm and comforting, and Zemo felt a sudden pang of fondness well up inside his heart.

__ rubbed slow circles with his thumb, then slowly laced their fingers together. Zemo shuffled closer, and the two shared a nervous chuckle.

‘Can...may I kiss you?’

Zemo hesitated, then nodded.

The kiss tasted like cappuccino, and felt like a thousand tiny crackling zaps of lighting through Zemo’s body. Every hair was standing on end, and as  __ deepened the kiss, he felt his toes curl and an anticipatory shiver roll up his spine.

‘Let’s take this to the bedroom’ Zemo whispered hoarsely.

__ nodded, brushing his nose against Zemo’s cheek. He went to stand up and  __ pulled him in close, putting Zemo’s feet on top of his own and leading him backwards towards the bedroom as he dragged lazy kisses across Zemo’s jaw.

They were both breathing heavily by the time  __ slowly lowered them onto the bed.  __ nibbled Zemo’s bottom lip, making him gasp, and leaned into a deep kiss, probing his mouth gently with his tongue.

Zemo moaned, his hands coming up and sliding under  __’s shirt. __ smiled and leaned back, sitting in Zemo’s lap as he helped him pull off his shirt. He let his hands roam back down __ ‘s chest, mapping the contours of his body and comitting them to memory.

Like Nadia.

His smile dropped and his hands stilled.

‘What is it?’

Zemo swallowed, unsure of what to say.

‘You lost someone, didn’t you?’  __ said quietly. __ stood up, taking Zemo’s hands in his own as he sat down beside him on the bed.

‘It’s okay if you want to stop’

‘No, I don’t but..it’s just..’

‘It’s still fresh, isn’t it?’

Zemo hung his head.

‘I mourned. I still mourn. But she’d want me to be happy again’ he mumbled. Slowly, so as not to startle him,  __ moved closer until their shoulders brushed.

‘Tell me what you want..what you need’

Zemo let out a shaky breath and unconciouslly wrapped an arm around  __ ‘s waist. He pressed his lips against  __ ‘s, not kissing but not withdrawing.  __  didn’t move; he let the moment linger, the pair suspended over the precipace.

‘I want to let it go’ Zemo breathed.  

 __ nodded.

__ kissed him back down onto the bed, running feather-light fingers down his sides and sliding his fingertips under the waist band of Zemo’s pyjamas. He slipped the silk pants down onto the floor, nipping and nuzzling sloppy kisses down Zemo’s chest as he slowly knelt.

He cupped a hand gently around Zemo’s balls, causing the other man to buck forward. Zemo shivered, fingers digging into the blanket beneath him. It had been a long time, and he had not realised just how desperate his body was to be touched.

__ lowered his head to Zemo’s groin

‘Shh, just relax’

__ swirled his tongue around the head of Zemo’s cock, mouthing at it and licking.  Zemo flopped back onto the bed, his hips jerking forward.

‘Oh..OH GOD..yes..yeah like that-’

__ took Zemo’s cock in his mouth and began sucking in earnest, swallowing a little each time he pumped his fingers up and down the shaft. He couldn’t see his face from this angle- not completely- but the absolutely beatiful noises he was making more than made up for it.

‘Ah-ah-yes-YES-’

He used his free hand to sling Zemo’s legs over his shoulders, and then cupped his balls again. Zemo moaned louder, his chest rising off the bed, his thighs trembling.

‘UH-UH-MM...’m gonna-’ Zemo lurched up again, fists clenching the sheets so tight his knuckles turned white.   __ rolled his wrist and Zemo cried out, cum shooting down  __ ‘s throat as he swallowed.

__ wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, standing on shaking legs and taking his own neglected cock in hand. Zemo looked up at him with a slightly dazed expression, then frowned.

‘No, don’t’

__ managed to pause, and looked at Zemo, confused. Zemo rolled off the bed and onto the floor, steering __ onto the bed by the knees.

__ closed his eyes and moaned as Zemo licked along his shaft, bucking as Zemo swallowed him down. He was so keyed up it didn’t take long until _ shuddered, gasping and writhing as he came.

Zemo hauled himself slowly onto the bed, curling up against __.  __ threw out an arm, pulling him into a snug embrace as they drifted off to sleep. 

[imonthinice]

The Criminal Psychology Majors, Jason Todd x Fem!Reader Part 20/?

Word Count: 2.2k

Author’s Note: Y/N - your name

***IMPORTANT*** The Criminal Psychology majors will be taking a temporary hiatus as I’m getting my second dose of the vaccine today<3 I don’t know when I’ll be coming back because I don’t want to burn myself out on this series just to give content while I’m gone, yknow

Warnings: Swearing, Forgetfulness, No beta bitch we die like Jason Todd

(Part 1) (Part 2) (Part 3) (Part 4) (Part 5) (Part 6) (Part 7) (Part 8) (Part 9) (Part 10) (Part 11) (Part 12) (Part 13) (Part 14) (Part 15) (Part 16) (Part 17) (Part 18) (Part 19) (Part 20)

They danced and sung the night away at the Gala. It ended at around 2:00am and everyone went back to the Wayne Manor. 

Somehow it came out that they should play Uno of all things. Uno is known for being the “Friendship Ruiner” or the “Relationship Ruiner” of the world. So, of course, they played it. Why wouldn't they?

Y/N dealt the cards. She was not quick about it. At all. She really struggled to deal the cards to the entire group, but she still tried. It was the thought that counted. Or at least she thought it did.

But no one seemed to mind she was a little slower with her cards-dealing. Which was different to the up-beat, face-paced life all of them lead. One would have expected that they would want a crazy fast dealer, but no one cared.

They played well into the night, with Jason ending up tapping-out and laying in Y/N’s lap. She played with his hair and leaned down to show him the good cards she got, at least until he fell asleep. She spent the time bonding with his family. 

They had always liked her. From the first time they all met her, they knew she was going to be something real. They were even impressed that Jason and her hadn’t fought yet. They were both hot-headed when they wanted to be, so when it was obvious that they put the relationship ahead of their own prides, it was something else.

They knew of the first time they had one of these moments. Y/N was at a dance competition, but Jason had to dip because of “Family Issues”, she was upset. Of course, she wanted him there and it looked like they were going to get into a huge spat about it. But, when she won that competition, she got up there and she said,

“This one is for my family, my friends, the extension of my family,” she paused, “And my boyfriend, Jason.” She smiled, “He isn’t here right now because of family issues, but he told me to follow my dreams, and here I am,” she said while raising her medal slightly, “This one was for you, baby.”

And that’s when his family knew that pride was stupid to them. Relationships are growing, changing together. And while they both stayed hot-headed, they changed that slight detail in themselves to be better partners. It was admirable.

Y/N ended up winning the last game. Half of the Waynes were sleeping, either at the coffee table where they were playing or in their rooms. She glanced over to the clock, 6:00am. She knew her parents were getting up soon, so she texted her mom,

Hey mum! So do you still want Jay and I to come over for the barbeque? 

And she nudged him a little. Everyone else had left the room, so she was trying to wake him up. So they could go to his room. He groaned.

“Baby, do you want to sleep in your bed?” she whisper-asked him, leaning down to his ear and stroking his hair. He groaned and got up, started walking to his room. She followed suit. He was on his bed and passed out before she even got up there.

She laughed and walked over to him, fumbling with his suit jacket. He mumbled something about taking him on a date first, and she laughed again.

“C’mon, work with me here, you’re going to be uncomfortable if you sleep in your suit, my love.”

He groaned and took off his jacket before unbuttoning his shirt, while she got his belt undone.

“God, take me on a date first,” he mumbled.

“Shh,” she said, placing a finger over his lips, “Just go to bed, Jay.”

He sloppily kissed her neck before she cupped his face and used her position to straddle him to the bed. She kissed his forehead before getting off of him and going through his clothes. She needed something, a shirt, pants, anything she could wear.

She fumbled with getting her own dress and gloves off, ending up throwing the dress over his desk chair, hoping it would minimize wrinkling. She undid her corset and threw it on his desk. Her heels were sitting at his desk chair. The gloves on his desk.

She crawled into bed with him, being the big spoon, burying her face behind his neck. She pulled out her phone to look at her texts. One from Artemis,

Hey, dude. That dress, oh my God?

She laughed into Jason’s shoulder and sent back,  I know. I know. I know. I killed it. You can’t say I didn’t.

You’re literally so right because again, oh my God. You did NOT need to wipe the floor with the rest of the guests. I mean, Selina was there and you were on her level.

That’s impressive. Selina is stunning. But I’d argue I was just below every Wayne lady.

Well, eventually you’ll be a Wayne lady.

C’mon. It’s been 6 months. 

You say that like the thought hasn’t crossed your mind at least once.

Yeah, but I don’t talk to anyone about it. 

You should start talking about it. Most people think about their weddings.

Okay, anyway. Why are you up so early?

I was studying most of the night with Wally.

Ah, “Studying”. Nice.

I wish! No, we were actually studying. Not like you and Jay at your little Gala. Actually had to study.

I have to study too, but exams are like next week.

Wish I could relate. Mine are today. 

And you didn’t sleep? Dude.

Shh, you’re not my mom.

She laughed and fell asleep cuddling Jason. Her phone was opened, so it died. 

----------------------------------

Jason woke up first. Looking at the time, it was 12:00pm. Y/N was sleeping behind him, still loosely holding him. He smiled. He hoped that the night before had fixed some of the issues between them. Well, he hoped there was no issues.

He didn’t want work to be more stressful than it already was. But, they were having issues. He thought it was because of finals, but he feared there was more to it. Maybe it was the fact that he’s famous. Maybe it was the fact that she couldn’t handle the fame. He hoped it wasn’t anything to do with the fame.

But the comment about the people with daggers at her throat obviously wasn't about anyone else. It was the press. He knew she had issues with the press. He always would. She always would.  He wouldn’t blame her if she walked away from him because of the press. Break up or a break, she was allowed to give up because of the press. He hoped she didn’t. He hoped she never would. He didn’t want to jinx them, but he really, really, hoped that this wouldn’t end in flames.

He looked at her. He remembered the first moment he knew he loved her. They were having dinner at this hole-in-the-wall restaurant that he had seen on patrol one night. She was scarfing down the food, and he wiped away the mess on her face with his thumb. He knew then. He knew in that moment that that was it. She was it. 

He was whipped and he knew it. But every time his siblings or dad brought it up, he mentioned current or past relationships they had. The only people who weren’t whipped in the Wayne household were the women.

Or maybe the all were, they were just good at hiding it. He turned around and cuddled her back He stroked her hair. He ran his fingers through her hair. 

She did it to him a lot. Physical affection was something that he was used to at this point. He still didn’t know how to feel about it, but he had ended up letting Dick hug him more often. He didn’t say it was because of her, because she didn’t outright run up to him expecting hugs, she was okay with hand holding and small touches of affection. It wasn’t because of her that he started letting people in.

But he did think she was a turning point for him. For his affection. His love style. She gave a damn about him and made it clear. It wasn’t like love he was used to, but it also opened his mind to people trying to love him.

She shifted around a bit. She ended up turning her back to Jason so he became the big spoon, and he buried his face in her hair. She groaned and tugged at the blanket on his bed, pulling it onto the two of them. He helped her get it on them. She groaned again.

“You up?” he whispered.

“No... I’m in deep sleep,” she said with a slur to her speech.

“My mistake, really.”

“It is.”

He pulled her closer, “Can you wake up?”

“No.”

“That’s sad. I wanted to talk.”

“You can talk.”

“Okay so,” he said, “I realised something. Some people would say you’re changing me, that I’m becoming someone else because of you,” he paused, “I’d have to disagree. You’re not doing anything.”

“Uh huh.”

“You’re just inspiring me to do better. You influence me. You don’t intentionally go in and change me, I change because I love you.”

“That’s nice honey.”

“You could pretend you’re interested in what I have to say, my love.”

“I’m tired, Jay.”

“I danced you to Hell, I guess.”

She groaned, “I guess I can’t go back to bed, now,” she flexed her wrist, “You’ve interrupted my sleep.”

He cuddled in closer to her, “I am not sorry.”

“Of course you’re not, why would you be?” she said while she turned to face him, “You just want to see me.”

“Damn, you got me.”

She yawned, “We need to study eventually.”

“Don’t remind me.”

“I just did.”

“School’s annoying. It’s on every last never but also none of them. It’s stressful but I also met you from it. It’s something I excel at but also causes me pain.”

“I know, babe. I know,” she said as she searched for her phone, finding it, dead and under her leg. “Fuck, killed my phone.”

“Where did you even have that all night?”

“Dress has pockets. But I didn’t bring my charger,” she sighed. “I had texted my mum too.”

“Texted your mom about what?”

“She wants us to go to a family barbeque after exams.”

“That’s so suburban of your family.”

“Yet they live in a massive city. I guess you'll see my family? you like them, don't you?” she asked. 

He had met her family in January of that year. He got along with her mom and dad, in spite of the language barrier between him and her dad. There was difficulty understanding each other, but they got along in their love for rock music. It warmed Y/N’s heart.

Her mom liked him just because he made her happy. They didn’t really need to get along, but they did. They both cooked, and her mom had dragged him into helping her when Y/N was watching figure skating with her dad. Apparently they hit it off.

“I have literally no idea,” he said.

“How do you not know?”

“Your sister has something off about her.”

“You know, that’s fair. I don’t blame you for that one.”

“Yeah, have you noticed she’s very... obsessed with vigilantes?”

“And you thought I was obsessed,” she joked, “Yeah, she takes it a little too far. The whole, “I want to marry a vigilante to infiltrate and kill them” thing was obviously a joke, but I feel like there was some truth to it. That scares me.”

“Thank God I’m not the only one.”

“If you don’t like her, don’t worry about it. i don’t care if you like her.  We’ve had  a difficult relationship all or lives. If you can be civil, it’s a win.”

“Did you have an ex openly hate your sister?”

“Yep. And he’s an ex for a reason.”

“That’s fair. I would hate it if someone openly hated one of my siblings.”

“Unless it’s Dami.”

“Unless it’s Dami, that’s very true.”

“Still don’t know what you have against that kid, he’s very sweet.”

“That’s what he wants you to think.”

“Well, then its working.”

“What a master manipulator,” he laughed. “It’s the principle of the matter, Y/N.”

“It’s the principle of the matter, Y/N,” she mocked.

“Okay listen,” he laughed, “It is. He’s a menace.”

“But you love him.”

“It’s unfortunate. He's my brother, but he is also whatever. I don’t know. He’s amazing, he’s a genius, but who knows. Maybe one day we won’t fight all the time.”

“Imaging hoping you don’t fight with your sibling.”

“Family issues, amirite?”

She groaned and got over him, “Where are you going?” he asked.

“Fuck, I don’t know. Just need to get up, to be fair.”

“Coffee?”

“Eh, probably not.”

“That’s new.”

“You betcha. I don’t feel the affects of caffeine withdrawal yet.” She looked at her dress, it was wrinkled. Which was whatever. She knew it was going to happen. She went searching for all her stuff and put it on his desk. It was spread all out over his room, she didn’t know how it happened.

“How did your shit end up everywhere?” he asked.

“Probably the same way that all your shit ended up everywhere? I have no idea.”

“What, did we fuck?”

“No!” she laughed, “Do you not remember?”

“Days are blurring together, so.”

“Well that’s not... normal?”

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When in Houston - Part Two - Alex Morgan x Reader

Part two to When in Houston. 

Little long, smidgen of angst, more feels. 

Alex had tried to remain at the hospital during the surgery, wanting to be there when Y/N got out of surgery. Kelley and Allie had finally convinced the forward she would be better showered, rested, and fed for the other forward. So she had reluctantly gone back to the hotel, waiting for the hospital to call when Y/N would be ready for visitors.

The hospital didn’t phone until late that evening, reassuring Alex that Y/N was out of surgery and was fine, but would not be able to have any visitors until early the next morning. Alex had tried to argue with the nurse on the phone with no success, the nurse gently informed her that Y/N was heavily sedated from surgery and under strong pain killers and wouldn’t be coherent until the morning. This did nothing to settle the soccer players nerves, Kelley and Allie again had to step in and keep Alex from storming the hospital.

The two friends did their best to not push Alex, desperately wanting to know about the relationship, Allie wanting to know more about the interaction she had seen earlier at the stadium. They also managed to keep the rest of the team out of the room to avoid any other players asking questions that weren’t Alex’s to answer.

Alex made her way to the hospital as soon as she could the next morning, remaining by Y/N’s side the as much as possible. She only left the long enough for team events and when the nurses would kick her out at the end of the night. Y/N was still fairly medicated for majority of the time, causing her to drift in and out of sleep.

Players came in and out during the week, Alex vigilant by her bedside the entire time. Sharp looks from Kelley and Allie stopped many other players from asking too many questions about the relationship; each fighting their own strong urge to ask. Y/N would try and fight sleep as other players would visit, Alex kicking many of the young players out, only allowing those closest to Y/N to remain.

After the fourth day, Alex returned to the hospital after practice to witness Y/N arguing with a nurse.

“Just get me whatever paperwork I need, I’m leaving,” Y/N was propped up her bed, frustration clear in her tone.

“Y/N, we can’t release you yet. We have discharge and transport plans for two days from now,” the nurse tried to calmly explain.

The team would be playing their last game the next day, travelling home the day after that. Alex, the team, and the hospital had all orchestrated a plan to get Y/N as comfortably as possible.

“I don’t care about two days from now, I want to leave now. So get me whatever paperwork to sign,” Y/N said, struggling to slide her way out of the bed.  

Alex rushed fully into the room, pushing her hands on Y/N’s hips to stop the motion while the nurse pressed her shoulders. Y/N struggled against both of them, but the pain and medication making it easy for the two to keep her in bed. Fatigue quickly won out and Y/N sagged back into the bed with a small heave.

The nurse quickly rushed to readjust Y/N’s injured leg while Alex pressed a firm hand to the middle of Y/N’s chest.

“What the hell are you trying to do?” Alex questioned the young defender, giving a sharp look to the nurse, before softening and looking back to Y/N.

“I want to leave,” Y/N said firmly.

The nurse moved away, remaining in the room to help fill in any blanks.

“Y/N/N, you are exhausted just from trying to get out of bed, you aren’t going anywhere,” Alex was confused. Y/N had been so compliant since the surgery, she struggled to accept the help, but never outright fought it. Alex could understand her wanting to leave the hospital, but everyone had agreed it would be better for her to remain there than the hotel until they left for Orlando.

“I want to leave,” Y/N tried to say firmly, suppressing a yawn.

Alex left her hand on Y/N’s chest, resting her other along her jaw.

Behind the agitation, Alex could see the fear behind the mask. Feel the tension over the pain. The way Y/N’s eyes darted around the room, looking for an escape. Y/N brought her hand up, gripping the wrist wresting on her chest; the grip almost painful at how tight it was. It was the most alert Y/N had been since her surgery. Alex softened immediately after taking in her girlfriend.

“What’s going on love?” Alex whispered softly.

“Nothing, I’m fine, I want to leave,” Y/N attempted to remain firm, unable to make eye contact with the brunette.

The nurse slipped out of the room when she realized her patient would no longer try and escape.

Keeping her hand on Y/N’s chest, Alex blindly reached back for the chair, tugging it as close to the bed as she could. Y/N turned her head to look away, Alex let her. The two remained in silence while Y/N continued to fight sleep, having pulled Alex’s hand off her chest, fidgeting with her fingers with both hands on her belly.

Alex knew Y/N would tell her what was going on, but clearly needed time to process. Y/N rolled her head to look at Alex twice before looking away.

“You want to be here, right?” Y/N softly, her chin dropping to her chest.

“What? I wouldn’t be anywhere else,” Alex declared adamantly, flipping her hand over, stilling Y/N’s fidgeting hands.

“You should focus on the game tomorrow, not here with me. I’m good to go, I can take a flight back tonight,” Y/N tried to pull her hands away, only for Alex to pin both to Y/N’s stomach.

“What happened while I was gone?”

“Nothing,” Y/N turned her head away again. “Phelycia showed up,” she whispered lowly.

“She showed up here?” Alex tightened her hold on Y/N’s hands, irritation leaking into her tone.

“I’m sorry Alex,” Y/N tried to forcefully pull her hands away. “I didn’t want her here, I promise Alex. I’m sorry. I’m sorry.”

Alex brought their joined hands to her mouth, kissing her knuckles, then opened Y/N’s hand so her palm was open, pressing it against her own chest now.

“I know you didn’t Y/N,” Alex said sincerely, cutting off the start of an apologetic ramble. “I know. And I am not mad at you, I am mad at her for showing up here, and I am mad I wasn’t here to protect you. But I am not mad at you.” She repeats the last part firmly, making sure Y/N knows she means it.

Y/N could only nod, tears welling in her eyes, refusing to fall.

“What did she want?”

“Umm I don’t know, I think I had a panic attack,” she admitted, ashamed. “But I think there was something about got what I deserved for leaving. Umm you, that you, that um, you would leave.”

Her brows furrowed while she tried to remember what all was said.

“The nurse came in and she left, I don’t think she was here long. I can’t remember.”

“Did she hurt you?” Alex tensed, not overly wanting the answer.

“I don’t think so,” Y/N shook her head, “but these meds make everything so fuzzy.”

Alex nodded her head, processing what she was told. She slowly got out of her chair, Y/N panicked and tightened their clasped hands.

“Shh relax babe,” Alex soothed, “I’m just coming into the bed.”

Alex pried their hands apart, climbing into the bed as gently as she could. Pulling the girl as close to her chest as she could. Alex had learned early in their relationship that while Y/N was nervous of contact, once she was comfortable, she craved it. Alex squeezed both Y/N’s biceps, compressing them into her chest.

“I am not going anywhere Y/N,” Alex whispered directly into Y/N’s ear, placing a gentle kiss on the tip. “I love you Y/N.” She moved to kiss her temple. It had been the first time she told Y/N, worried saying it earlier would frighten then young defender, but knew now was the right time, that Y/N needed to hear it. She knew she wouldn’t hear it back, at least not anytime soon, and she was ok with that.

Alex wanted to say more but could already feel the younger woman going limp in her arms as she finally drifted off to sleep.

“Should we lock up the wheelchairs?” the nurse entered the room quietly.

“I don’t think so,” Alex whispered, shaking her head, making no move to get off the bed.

She nodded and made her way to recheck Y/N’s leg now that she had settled, moving up to check the IV when she was confident the leg was okay before slipping back out of the room.

That was how Kelley, Allie, Emily, and Kristie found them an hour later, the group crashing loudly into the room.

“I will kill every single one of you if you wake her up,” Alex whispered harshly at the loud group.

The four all halted where they were, silently awing at the way the defender clung to Alex in her sleep. Allie pulling her phone out to snap a quick picture.

“How’s she doing?” Kelley asked softly.

“She tried to escape this afternoon,” Alex said absentmindedly, running her fingers through Y/N’s hair  

“What, why?” Emily asked shocked, the other defender had been so agreeable all week.

Alex hesitated, realizing she had opened a line of questioning she wasn’t interested in talking about.

“What happened Janice?” Allie pushed.

“My ex showed up,” Y/N mumbled into Alex’s chest.

“Phelycia?” Kristie noticeably tensed.

The other three shared confused looks while Alex and Kristie made eye contact, Y/N just nodded into Alex’s chest.

“I’ll kill her,” the midfielder said gruffly.

“Who’s Phelycia?” Aliie asked, confused.

Kristie moved closer to the bed, sitting in the chair Alex had pulled up to the bed, placing a hand on Y/N’s thigh. Y/N’s tightened her grip on Alex’s shirt.

“The reason I left Houston.”

“A shitty human being,” Kristie mumbled.

Everyone else nodded along, being able to piece a little bit together with the minimal information. The three other soccer players could see now was not the time to not push at the time though. Emily and Kelley quickly joking and working to pull a smile out of the injured woman in the bed. Alex giving them both grateful looks when she felt Y/N’s relax in her arms again.

“I can’t decide if I am mad or impressed you kept it from us this long,” Allie pointed at the couple.

“Impressed!” Kelley jumped in, “this team is nosey as fuck, anyone who can keep a relationship quiet for more than a week is impressive, let alone two on the team.”

“I will end you if you hurt her,” Kristie said dangerously, looking up at Alex.

“Kris,” Y/N bristled, nudging her with her knee.

“Wouldn’t dream of it,” Alex squeezed Y/N.

Alex could feel Y/N burrowing herself back into her chest, trying to stifle her yawns again.

“Go back to sleep love, we aren’t going anywhere,” Alex encouraged. Y/N just nodded, already drifting off knowing she was safe.

After that day, Alex had managed to convince one of the staff to remain with Y/N at all times. Y/N didn’t attempt to leave after that and two days later Alex, Emily, Ali, and Ashlyn were making their way through the Orlando airport with an exhausted Y/N after a long day of travel.

Alex had decided without talking to Y/N that she would be moving herself into Y/N’s house while she fully recovered, her mobility still very limited. When they arrived at Y/N’s house, with the help of Emily, Y/N was gently deposited on the couch, where she quickly fell asleep.

“You sure you don’t need to me to stay too?” Emily asked, full of concern. The two young defenders had grown close over years of national team time and more so when she came to Orlando.

“Sonny, I think I can handle Y/N on my own,” Alex chuckled.

“No, no, I know you can,” Emily sighed, “I’m just worried, you know? She had been doing so well lately.”

Emily too had noticed the change in Y/N, but had been unsure how to approach her, then things began to look up. After seeing the adverse reaction Y/N had just to her ex showing up at the hospital, Emily regretted not pushing more sooner.

Alex’s eyes softened at the younger woman.

“You can come visit anytime you want Son,” Alex pulled her into a hug, leading her out of the house.

Leaving the other woman to sleep, Alex began unpack from there weeks gone, starting laundry and preparing everything to help Y/N bathe. After everything was ready to go for the bath and after it, she made her way to Y/N to wake her up.

“Hey gorgeous, wake up and lets get you in the shower,” Alex gently rubbed her chest to rouse her

Y/N groaned, trying to turn her head into the back of the couch.

“You can go back to sleep after the shower babe, we’ll get you some soup and pain killers too.”

Y/N again, but started to struggle to get up, grimacing in pain. The trip home had been long and incredibly painful, but she knew a bath would help her feel much better after the long day of travel.

Alex gently helped Y/N to stand, placing her crutches under her arms, the two began the slow trek to the bathroom.

“I’m not going to be able to sit in the tub Al,” Y/N moaned, disappointed at the realization when they entered the bathroom.

“I know beautiful. We will have a quick shower together, you just need to stand there, and I’ll do all the work,” Alex leaned Y/N against the counter, began undressing herself.

“Sexy,” Y/N deadpanned

Alex ignored her and turned to turn on the water on to warm up, before beginning to help undress her girlfriend. Alex moved everything to be in arms reach, preparing the shower as best she could.

The two worked together to get Y/N in the shower and cleaned, Y/N making little quips throughout. By the end she stood silent while Alex worked, Alex could feel her beginning to shake. She sped up and rushed to get Y/N out before fell. They worked to get her out of the shower, Alex sat her on the toilet, wrapping her in a towel before she started to change the bandage around the soft cast on her leg which would remain on until the staples were removed and the cast world be replaced with a hard plaster.

Alex quickly dressed, dropping to her knees and started to remove the gauze around the injured leg. Wincing when the angry red skin started to show. Alex gently wiped the incision to ensure it was fully dry, inspecting for any sign of infection before reapplying the fresh gauze and temporary cast plaster.

Standing up, Alex saw the amount of pain Y/N was in. Jaw clenched, eyes squeezed shut, fists clenched along the seams of the towel, head tilted towards the roof. Alex knelt again, pulling shorts on, leaving them loose to be pulled up fully when ready. Tugging the towel away, Alex pulled a sports bra and t-shirt over her head, then put both Y/N’s hands on her shoulder while her went to her hips to stand her up. Y/N tucked her face into Alex’s neck while the forward pull her shorts up before passing her her crutches again.

“Let’s get you into bed, I have your pain killers and water ready there.”

Y/N nodded, Alex dropped a towel to pick up any remaining water, kicking it out of the way as they made slow work towards the bedroom. Alex winced at every sound and expression of pain Y/N showed; the normally stoic woman not even hiding her pain at this point.

They both let out a loud sigh of relief when they finally had the defender settled into the bed. Alex immediately opened the pain killers, dropping them into Y/N’s hand who quickly swallowed them, not even waiting for water.

Y/N leaned back, intending to sleep.

“Don’t sleep yet babe, you need to eat with these remember,” Alex lightly ran her thumb along her jaw. “I’ll heat up some soup and then we can both go to sleep.

Y/N just nodded, willing the pain killers to kick in sooner.

Alex returned a few minutes later, seeing Y/N still awake, she handed her the large mug of soup. Alex moved to settle in the bed next to her, eating her own soup.

The two ate in silence, both exhausted from the trip. After finishing, Alex took the dishes back to the kitchen before returning back to the bedroom, turning the lights off along the way before getting under the covers again.

They shuffled as best they good to comfortable, finding some way to hold each other.

“I love you too, just so you know,” Y/N whispered once they settled. “I heard you in the hospital, I’m sorry I didn’t say it back, I couldn’t, I,”

Alex cut her off with a gentle kiss.

“I don’t care, I didn’t expect you to say it back. I just needed you to know I loved you. I love you.”

Alex placed another kiss on her lips.

“I love you too.”

[fruitcoops]

Idea for jules staying with coops... Jules gets a bad dream and crawls into bed with them? Only if you want to ofc! I love e everything you write, that k you for sharing it with us! -🌼

Part three! Find Part 1 here and Part 2 here. Sweater Weather/ Jules credit goes to @lumosinlove!

TW for nightmares (plane crashes and cracking ice)

Lily Potter was a goddess. That belief was only solidified when she called Remus the morning of the game and offered to take care of Jules for the day while they went through their regular pre-game rituals. Jules, of course, was only too happy to go—he adored Harry and was still in the stage where babies were just gross enough to be cool.

And yet it was strange having the house to themselves. Remus kept checking over his shoulder for Jules, and Sirius called him down for lunch twice before remembering that he wasn’t there. Hattie got plenty of extra attention in his absence.

They arrived at the rink two hours before game time; there was minimal delay getting out of the house without wrangling a ten-year-old, but to be honest, Remus kind of missed it. Fans were already flooding into the stadium when they arrived and he scanned the crowds for red hair or a pompom-topped beanie, even though Jules was much too small to be easily seen in the rush.

Shake it off, Loops, you’ve got a game to win.

The locker room hummed with energy as everyone taped up and buckled in. Sirius gave his usual fearless-leader speech, Frank’s voice boomed outside, and then they were on the ice.

“Heads up, Loops!” James called, passing him the puck for a quick tap-around. Remus rolled his shoulders out and took a deep breath—he knew he had to trust Lily and the girls to keep an eye on Jules. It’s just a couple hours. Get in the zone.

It was a fast game. The Ravens may not have been the biggest team, but they were lightning on their blades and had a knack for hard hits when the opposition least expected it. Remus got checked twice in the first five minutes alone; that snapped him out of his worried haze quick enough, and he dug his skates in. Time to win.

“Twelve!” he shouted over the roar of the stadiums, slamming the puck toward Sirius and hip-checking number 18 into the boards as he flew past. Sirius caught it—of course he did, Remus thought with a small smile—and looped around for a beautiful goal. “Hell yeah!”

The fans erupted in cheers and he caught a glimpse of Jules’ face near the glass on the opposite side, sandwiched tightly between Lily and Regulus. The last latent tension melted away and he let out a slow breath, skating over celebrate Sirius’ goal.

“I found Jules!” Sirius said, tilting his head toward the glass when he arrived. “He’s okay!”

“I know, I saw!” Remus knocked their helmets together before returning to his position.

The Lions were on fire after that, steady and inevitable against the quick movements of the Ravens. When those blue jerseys tried to slip between the defense, the line tightened and netted them like fish; when they tried to get between the Lions offense, James and Remus circled back around and laid in wait for a pass.

The final buzzer went off and the stadium roared: Lions win, 3-1. Jules was jumping up and down and yelling himself hoarse as the teams shook hands and went back to their locker rooms to clean up for the media.

When all interrogations were vaguely answered and Remus’ hair was dry enough not to freeze in the nighttime air, he and Sirius walked back into the lobby to collect their kid. Jules waved when he saw them from his perch on Regulus’ shoulders—Sirius made a soft noise at the sight and gave Remus’ hand a squeeze.

“Hey, buddy, how was the game?” Remus asked, reaching up for a fist bump when they wandered over.

“It was awesome!” Jules practically shouted. “I got a Twix!”

“Did you?”

“We split one,” Regulus clarified, glancing up at Jules with unbridled fondness. “More of a seventy-thirty situation, to be honest.”

“Got it,” Remus laughed. “Lils, how’s the baby?”

“He napped, shockingly enough.” She turned so they could see Harry’s smushy baby face blinking back at them from his chest wrap. “I don’t think the Ravens worried him that much.”

“There they are!” James appeared in the crowd and swept Lily in for a kiss, then bent to place a  million on Harry’s head until he shrieked with giggles. “Hey, sunshine!”

“Here, my shoulders need a break.” Lily carefully unwound the wrap and helped James slip into it; immediately, Harry reached for his glasses, babbling happily.

“Are you ready to head home, buddy?” Sirius asked Jules, who was watching Harry with wide eyes.

He paused, looked down at Regulus, then nodded. “I guess so. Bye, Regulus.”

“See you later, kiddo.” Regulus bent down to let him off his shoulders, then startled a bit as Jules turned around and hugged him tight around the waist. “I’ll stop by before you leave, d’accord?”

“Thanks for letting me sit with you,” he said, voice muffled by the red sweatshirt.

“Thanks for sharing your Twix.” The edges of Regulus’ eyes crinkled and Remus leaned closer to Sirius’ side, running a thumb over the back of his hand. “Alright, I think our pain-in-the-patootie brothers want to get out of here.”

Jules looked up at him and frowned. “You can say ‘ass’ around me, you know.”

“Jules!” Lily, James, Sirius, and Remus exclaimed at the same time as Regulus burst out laughing.

“What? It’s true!”

“Come on, gremlin,” Remus said, grabbing his hands and letting him stand on his feet as they walked out. “What are we going to do with you?”

“Make dinner?”

Remus laughed, even as the cold air made them all shiver. “I think I can manage that, sure.”

“Lily made pasta for lunch and it was so good.”

“Yeah?” Sirius shared an amused look with him. “I’m glad you had fun.”

“We did a puzzle, and I got to play with the baby, and then we made some cookies—” He closed his mouth abruptly. “I wasn’t supposed to tell you that.”

“Why not?”

“…can I swear?”

Sirius snorted. “Sure.”

“She said the two of you would throw a bitch fit if you found out she made cookies and didn’t let you have any.” He grinned upward as Remus scoffed in disbelief. “Then she apologized for swearing and gave me three.”

“I say we make some brownies with caramel, send her a picture, and then refuse to give her any,” Remus suggested as they reached the car. “Those are her favorite. We’ll see who throws a bitch fit then.”

Sirius made a face and closed the trunk. “I mean, she is taking care of a baby and is married to James Potter. I think she’s entitled to a bit of a bitch fit now and then.”

“Fair point. Buckle your seatbelt, Jules.”

“I always do!”

“Just checking.”

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Jules was asleep by nine, just as Remus expected. It had been a busy day for him—going to the game would have been enough to knock him out pretty well, but combined with a full day of activity it was a miracle he lasted that long. He took a picture of the sleeping kid and sent it to Lily with a quick ‘thank you’ and the promise of caramel brownies. She really did deserve some.

“D’you want to go to bed?” Sirius asked as he settled down on the couch next to Remus while he read.

Remus yawned and checked the clock; it was barely ten pm. “Yeah, sure.”

They stumbled up the stairs, both dead on their feet and sore as hell, then tugged on pajamas and slid under the covers for a good, solid cuddle. Remus pressed his back into Sirius’ warmth, feeling the heavy tide of sleep roll closer. “Love you,” he whispered in the darkness.

Sirius smiled against the back on his neck and wrapped an arm around his ribs, pulling him even closer with a kiss to the shell of his ear. “Love you, too, mon loup.”

Remus dreamed of ice. A frozen pond, to be specific, where Jules flew past him on his skates and Sirius followed, both laughing so hard they gasped with it. Sirius caught his hand as he passed, pulling him along as the three of them—no, five, his parents were there as well—looped in wide circles.

A bolt of fear shot through him when he heard the telltale sound of cracking ice and he reached for Jules’ coat collar; the soft fleece of the inside brushed his fingertips, but he was too far away to pull him to safety. Jules was going to fall. Didn’t he hear it? Didn’t he understand?

“Re?” A soft, terrified voice broke through his dream and his eyes flew open. The room was dark, save for a bit of light from the hallway. Sirius was still against his back, breathing steadily as he slept. And Jules was standing about a foot away from the edge of the bed with tearstains on his face.

“Jules?” He scrubbed a hand over his cheek and sat up. “What’s going on?”

“I had a nightmare.” His lower lip trembled as he stared at Remus, clearly shaken.

“Oh. M’kay.” Next to him, Sirius inhaled deeply and shifted, reaching for him; Remus brushed his dark hair off his face and shushed him softly. “Go back to sleep, love.”

“I didn’t mean to wake Sirius up.” Jules sniffled and blinked a couple times.

“Don’t worry, buddy, it’s fine. Do you want me to tuck you back in?” Jules shook his head as tears spilled over and Remus swung his legs over the edge of the mattress, pulling him close for a hug. “Hey, shh, you’re alright. You’re alright. I’ve got you.”

“It was awful,” Jules sobbed, clinging to Remus’ shoulders as he buried his face in his chest.

“What was?”

“My nightmare.”

“Can you tell me about it?” Jules shook his head; Remus kissed his forehead and kept his lips there, closing his eyes. “Oh, buddy.”

“ ‘s everything okay?” Sirius mumbled as he sat up. He frowned in the dim light before he saw the two of them and concern covered his face. “What happened?”

“Jules had a nightmare,” Remus explained quietly. Jules pulled away and wiped furiously at his face with his sleeve.

“I’m fine.” His voice broke on the last word, though, and he stared down at the floor.

“It’s okay if you’re not,” Sirius said gently, scooting over to see him better. “Nightmares are really scary.”

Jules’ breath caught. “I dunno if I can go back to sleep.”

“We can stay up for a bit.”

Remus tipped Jules’ chin up and wiped a stray tear away. “Do you want to make hot cocoa?”

A sniffle. “Yeah.”

“Alright, come on.”

Sirius stood up as well, which seemed to surprise Jules if his lingering look was any indication. He plastered himself to Remus’ side as they walked into the kitchen, then climbed up to sit on the countertop as Remus began collecting ingredients. Sirius dampened a paper towel with warm water and tapped his nose with it to make him smile before handing it over so he could wipe his face.

They worked in silence for a few minutes until the milk steamed and Sirius took three mugs down from the cupboard. Remus leaned on the counter and made sure Jules had taken a few sips of cocoa before he spoke. “Do you want to talk about it?”

Jules shook his head, then paused. “The plane crashed.”

“Which plane?”

“Mom and Dad’s.” Tears welled up in his eyes again and Remus reached over to rub his back. “They couldn’t get out.”

He heard Sirius sigh and gathered Jules up in his arms, giving him a little squeeze. “That sounds really scary, buddy.”

“It felt so real.”

“I promise it wasn’t.”

“How do you know?” The hint of a sob hitched in his voice and Remus let go of him for a second to grab his phone off the counter.

“Here.” He unlocked it and tapped the text app, holding it out. “See? I talked to mom this morning when she wished us good luck for the game. They landed safely and have the memorial tomorrow.”

“Oh.” Jules reached out and touched the screen, snuggling against Remus as he nodded. “Thanks.”

“No problem. Do you feel any better?”

“Yeah. Sorry I woke you up.”

“I’m glad you did,” Sirius said over his mug of cocoa. “It’s hard to deal with that alone.”

“Do you want to try to sleep, or should we stay up a little longer?” When Jules stayed silent, Remus wracked his memory for whatever he could remember about dealing with nightmares when they were kids. “We could put the Princess Bride on?”

Jules nodded and slid off the counter, cupping his mug tightly between his hands as the three of them padded into the living room. Hattie jumped on the couch and curled up on top of Jules’ feet with a low, contented rumble. Sirius set up the movie as Remus tucked a blanket around their legs, then joined them on the sofa as the opening credits began.

Fifteen minutes later, Jules was stretched across Remus’ lap with his head on Sirius’ thigh, snoring under his breath. Remus put his arms beneath his knees and shoulders and stood, walking slowly toward the stairs as Sirius turned the movie off and put their cups in the sink. He tucked Jules back in, placed a kiss on his forehead, and left the nightlight on just in case before going back to their bedroom. I was easy to fall asleep after that.

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“Hello? Can you see us?” Remus set the phone up against the toaster.

His mother’s face broke into a wide smile. “There you are! Hi, boys!”

“Hi, mom!” Jules beamed at her, nearly bouncing right out of his chair.

“Where’s Sirius? I don’t see him anywhere.”

“Oh, I’m here.” He stepped into frame, waving shyly as he set the duster down. “Hello.”

“There you are, honey! I was afraid they’d chased you off already,” she teased, making all of them laugh. “How have you been? Has anything exciting happened? We miss you so much.”

“Things have been good,” Remus said, propping the phone up with a spare fork as it began to slide down. “We’ve had so much fun, right, buddy?”

“Yeah! I get to go to practice, and see the games, and we watched Jurassic Park—”

“Of course you did,” his father said with a playful eye roll.

“—and we’re hanging out with Leo and Logan and Finn this afternoon to play board games since practice is in the evening!”

Remus shared a look with Sirius, both of them stifling their laughter at his overwhelming enthusiasm for their weekly routine. “We’ve definitely been busy.”

“We’re so glad you’re having fun.” Lyall smiled. “Grandma Lillian sends her love. We all watched the game yesterday—great job, both of you!”

“Thanks, Dad,” Remus laughed. “Yeah, the season’s looking good.”

“Well, we don’t want to keep you too long,” Hope said. “You’ve got a long day ahead of you and we just wanted to check in. Re, keep sending us updates, and Jules, behave. Sirius, we’ll keep you in our thoughts and prayers.”

“I appreciate it,” Sirius said with a grin.

“Love you!” Lyall added as they waved goodbye.

“Love you, too!” Jules and Remus chorused. The screen went dark a few moments later.

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Moonlight: Yuta Okkotsu x Fem!Reader

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The quiet of the evening is enough.

The wind blows through the trees as you look into the garden, holding on to the dignity you have left, which is minimal. Ever since you'd been given as a servant to the Okkotsu empire, you'd retained every command, every whim, every urge of the emperor as his personal favorite. Well... everything except...

You jolt as the door opens, and Yuta Okkotsu, the emperor's eldest son, walks in and places a cup of tea down on the floor beside you.

"Thought I might bring you something to drink to ease your stomach ache," he breathes, looking at you with his wide, dark blue eyes. "Feeling any better?" You ignore him, blinking as you stare at the moon. He simply wants something, just like everyone else here in the palace. "I'll be back later to give you something to eat."

Yuta leaves the room, and you look over at the teacup, still steaming with green tea settling inside. You touch the warm cup briefly, lifting it to your lips and swallowing the liquid that immediately eases your stomach troubles.

And Yuta is true to his word, returning long after you've finished the cup of tea with a few stolen cookies from the kitchen, the sweet treats an incredibly rare delicacy around the servant quarters.

"Thank you," you whisper, taking one from the napkin. When you place it in your mouth, the shortbread melts on your tongue, making you hum in pleasure. "These are incredible..." Yuta takes one and leans on the wall, breaking it off in his mouth as well.

"They're absolutely divine," he mentions, looking out of the open doors at the moon.

"Why are you being so nice? I'm just a servant," you mutter, taking another cookie.

"You're my father's favorite servant," Yuta explains. "But I know it's been taking a toll on you. Someone has to take care of the people who take care of us, right?"

"Right," you muse, smiling a little.

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"Hey, look out!" As the dishes come crashing down, you're pushed to the floor by the emperor's eldest son, and a plate shatters near your left foot.

"Why did you push me?" you cry out. "I could've saved those! Are you trying to get me kicked out of the palace?"

"I don’t want anything like that! I just want you to be safe,” Yuta yells back, picking up the pieces of the shattered porcelain before pulling you up to your feet. "I'll make sure this is taken care of." But you notice he's still holding your hand, a breath away from your body. You catch his dark blue gaze as his lips part, but you step back from him, unsure of what to do otherwise. He offers you a timid smile, then disappears with the broken pieces, leaving you alone once more.

Thankfully, he returns moments later, holding his hand out to escort you away from the scene of the crash. You shakily take it, and when Yuta grips your fingers, you feel something snap in you. You don't let it out until you get back to your room, a fire burning in your stomach.

"Why are you always being so kind to me?" you snap, snatching your hand away from his. Yuta stares at you in shock, and you grit your teeth, expecting him to confess a dark reality to you. And when he shuts the door, you brace yourself for the worst.

"I told you last month," he breathes. "Someone has to take care of those--"

"'Who take care of us', I know!" you groan, slumping onto the wall. "It's just scary. No one has ever... no one ever..." Yuta comes and sits next to you as you collapse into a heap of tears and sorrow, all built up from your exhaustion as a servant. He pulls you into a hug, leaning his head on yours and whispering something soothing while you sob into his shirt.

"Shh, you’re okay. I’m here... I don't want to take advantage of you," he admits, stroking your hair. "I just want you to be reasonably happy here with us. So I make sure I do what I can to make you feel wanted, or at least... appreciated." You nod, sniffling. "Plus, I've never seen someone keep their composure as my father yells at them daily. I feel the need to protect you and your kindness."

"Thank you," you hiccup, and Yuta places a tender kiss on your forehead.

"Just let me take care of you. That's all I want."

"Okay." You rest your head on his shoulder, the moonlight spilling in through the crack in the door and illuminating his navy eyes. "I will."