#thank you though! and i'll open them again eventually i just need. a little room to be................... crazy rn

[howlsnteeth]

Your coms wouldn't happen to be open this weekend, would they? I might have missed your post about it idk

hey! hi, yeah sorry, that's on me. i didn't make a post, but this week i'm going to keep my "full pieces" closed because i am... really not doing well mentally, to put it simply, and can only really do headshot comms at the moment. really sorry 🙇

[angel5ofp0rn]

♡ part one ♡

ExHusband!Price x f!reader

been thinking ab this post 4ever and need to get it out tbh.

**I’ve never done something like this b4 and I haven’t proofread so pls be nice 2 me ._. **

You have been divorced from your ex husband John Price for two years. Still, he comes over and shovels your driveway for you every time it snows.

He’s come inside and warmed up in the mudroom nearly every 15-20 minutes, puffing hot breath into his hands and rubbing them together for warmth before stepping back out and shoveling again.

You meet him in the mudroom for his fourth warm-up break and hand him a mug of hot coffee. Dash of cream, one sugar.

“Still how you take your coffee, right?” You offer a small smile, hugging your arms around yourself as John takes a sip from the mug.

“Still the same.” He nods before he takes another sip, the small smile that had appeared at the corner of his mouth quickly fading.

He leans up against the doorframe, the shovel leaning against the wall next to him. He peers out of the door's window, checking over his work.

“I'll get goin' soon enough. It ain't snowing right now, the drive's nearly clear.”

You thank him again, even though you never asked him to do this in the first place. You can’t help but look up at him, meeting his blue eyes for just a moment.

Before he could reply, your two children came running around the corner cheering and squealing when they saw their dad.

John's smile brightens at their presence, his body language immediately softening as he squatted down to their level.

“Hey, my little monkeys. Come give yer ol’ dad a hug.” He opens his arms out wide, inviting both of them to come to him. It doesn't take long before they both go crashing into him, squealing, smiling. Their giggles filled the small room.

You just smile. Even if you and John aren’t always on the best of terms, you can’t deny that he’s a great father.

“Daddy’s cold.” Your youngest shivers a bit from hugging their dad, who still had snow on his clothes and frost on his beard from shoveling.

John tries to shrug it off, but you ask him to stay and warm up for a while.

For the kids, of course.

Plus dinner is nearly ready, and you definitely made too much for just you and the kids, anyway.

More cheering, more squealing, more giggling as John finally agrees and kicks his boots off, hanging his coat on the hook.

John’s blue eyes scan the new decor and different paintings on the wall, but he doesn’t comment on how much the place has changed since he moved out.

After dinner, the two of you stand in the doorway as you watch the kids play together in their playroom, that used to be John’s “man cave”.

“They're gonna make you tuck them in.” You mention, sipping your glass of wine.

John smiles, a casual shrug of his shoulders.

“Maybe you can convince them to go up and brush their teeth?” You lower your wineglass and offer a fake, pleading pout.

He looks down for a moment, pretending not to see the gesture. Instead, he looks back to the children.

“Right then, you two little monkeys. It’s gettin’ late. Go on up and brush your teeth. I’ll come tuck you in.”

Both children protest for a while, but eventually give in without too much of a fight. That’s a new one.

John lets out a chuckle as the children roll their eyes and go up the stairs. He watches them disappear from view before turning and meeting your eyes again, still smiling for this small victory.

As if he had just realized he was staring, John’s eyes darted down into his now empty mug.

"Let me take that." You reach for his mug but he shakes his head.

"I haven’t forgotten where the kitchen is," He smiles a bit. "'ll clean up and then tuck the kids in."

John makes his way over to the kitchen, placing it in the sink and starting water. You follow, and notice that he was also washing the dishes from dinner as well.

“John, you don’t have to-“

“I know.”

And that’s that.

You chew your bottom lip. This looked too familiar. It felt too familiar.

"I'm... gonna go check on them and get them in their pj's." You gesture to the stairs in the hall.

He looks up at you briefly and nods; "Be up in a bit, love.”

Once the water is emptied from the sink, he starts loading the dishes into the dishwasher. Once completed, he starts to wipe down the counters and stovetop, wanting to make sure he left no mess behind. Then he trekked back up the stairs to tuck in the kids.

You’re downstairs again, on the living room sofa. You wanted to let John have a moment alone with the kiddos before he left again.

He makes his way down the stairs and sees you sitting there in the dim lighting. He clears his throat a bit as he walks through the living room and back into the mudroom.

“They're tucked in. Not a whisper from ‘em.” He mentions casually as he gets his snow boots back on.

You thank him, turning to watch him leave, but notice him looking out of the door window and pause. So you make your way over to the door to see what he’s seeing.

It's started snowing and the driveway is completely covered again. It looks like he hasn't even shoveled.

John lets out a grunt of disbelief and sighs, pulling on his beanie and reaching for the shovel once again.

“Don't-“ You shake your head, placing your hand on the shovel. “It's snowing hard, there's no point in shoveling it all up just for it to be covered again. Why don't you... stay on the couch or something tonight.”

He stares down at the shovel for a moment, debating it. After a beat, he sighs a bit, nodding.

“I... could do that.”

You go upstairs to the bedroom and bring John some extra pillows and blankets to make a bed on the couch with.

You set everything on the coffee table and the two of you sit on the couch for a moment, just catching up and chatting about the kids.

“The kids both want to do soccer in the spring.” You mention, your cheeks a bit rosy from the wine you had with dinner.

“Football.” He corrects with a small smirk. You roll your eyes.

“Let me pay for the lessons.” He says; not asking.

Of course you refuse.

Of course he insists.

You settle on splitting it.

Then it happens again. Your eyes meet his. Neither one of you speaks. Suddenly you’re transported back to the first night you met; you were newly 21 and already tipsy when your eyes met those of an older man in his fatigues as he sat at the bar. You remember drunkly telling the older man that he had the prettiest blue eyes, and that you wanted a hundred of his babies that looked just. like. him.

You have two, at least.

“Oh!” You sit up a bit straighter, snapping out of your daydream. “I was going to ask you to look at something on my laptop. It's doing that thing again. It's upstairs.” You get up and head to your home office, John right behind you.

You open your laptop and hand it to John. He knew how to fix it last time, so it should take him no time.

He sits in your office chair and you step away into your bedroom across the hall to get into a pair of pajama shorts and a hoodie, since it's getting late.

The laptop whirred softly before he got it running again. Only took a minute. He sets it on the desk, leaning back in your chair with his hands behind his head as he looks up through the open door where you can be found, changing in the bedroom.

You were his wife at one point, anyway. Isn’t something he hasn’t seen before…

After you’ve changed, you lay on your bed, scrolling through your phone as you wait for John to fix the issue with your laptop, unaware that he was watching. Unaware that the laptop has been fixed for a while now, and he was just wasting time.

Eventually, his voice wafts through the doorway.

“Think I got it, love-“ He pauses for a moment. “Er, Y/N.”

“Ugh, thank you.” You sigh and sit up, taking the laptop from him and setting it on your nightstand. “Stupid thing always acting up.”

John sits on the edge of your bed as you take the laptop back from him.

“Not a problem. It was a quick fix.” He offers a small smile, rubbing the back of his head.

He takes a glance at you, noticing the pajamas you had put on.

"...Is that my sweatshirt?"

You blush a bit sheepishly, looking down at the oversized, grey 2XL Special Air Service hoodie you’re wearing. "Um..."

Another small chuckle escapes his lips. He shakes his head a bit, trying to contain his amusement.

“S’what I thought. You look... comfy." He reaches his hand out towards your leg, running his hand lightly over your bare legs, exposed by the shorts you were wearing.

Without realizing what he's doing, he has his hand on your thigh, and he gives it a light squeeze.

Eventually his hand travels higher to rest on your sex over your pajama shorts.

Usually, you'd tell him off. Monologue about how this isn't how things work because it complicated things and you both need to set boundaries.

But tonight you don't.

Maybe it's because you had two heavy-handed pours of your favorite wine with dinner. Maybe it was seeing him with your kids again. Maybe it had just been too long since you'd felt anything other than a cheap bullet vibrator.

So you let him slip his hand down your panties.

But it's a bit jarring to feel his wedding band still on his finger.

You look down at his hand for a beat when you feel it.

You look back up and place your hand on the back of his neck, pulling him in and crashing your lips together.

John wastes no time in laying you back on your bed and tugging your shorts and panties off, tossing them somewhere behind him.

His lips are on your neck, his hands spreading your soft thighs apart. You can smell the musky scent of himself on him, mixed with that familiar cologne of his, and you breathe a sigh.

“Take this off f’r me.” He mumbles against your skin, sliding your his hoodie up your body.

Your body aches for this to continue, and John doesn't plan to disappoint, but he takes a moment to admire what's sprawled out in front of him. He lets out a satisfied smirk as he pulls you closer by your thighs. He's undone his belt and shrugged out of his jeans in no time.

You pull his shirt off over his head before you close your eyes and tilt your head to give him easier access to kiss your neck.

His scruffy beard tickles your neck, his calloused hands gripping your thigh and rubbing your slick, dripping pussy.

“So needy.” John observed as your back arched and your body squirmed at his touch. "Poor thing... No one's been keepin’ you satisfied, hm?”

You shake your head a bit. You hate that he’s right. You hate that he can tell. That he knows you too well.

But he’s right; no random Tinder hookup and no blind date that your friends have set you up with could ever compare to your ex husband.

“Should’a told me...” He murmurs as he leans lower, positioning his head in between your thighs, pressing desperate kisses to your aching clit.

He’s got you figured out completely. He’s always been good at that.

A smile forms as his hands move to grip your thighs. He lets out a quiet groan as your legs instinctively clamp around his head. The look of his veiny hands gripping your plushy thighs with that damn wedding band still around his finger is doing things to you.

His tongue slowly plays in circular motions, teasing you, loving the game. He takes his time, enjoying himself, as you continue to squeeze your thighs against his head. Hell, he’d let you suffocate him if it meant he could eat your pussy this one last time.

You try not to, but you let out a desperate moan of pleasure. He knew exactly what you like, exactly where to lick, exactly where to kiss, exactly where to nibble.

Damn him.

“You sound s’pretty, lovey. S’pretty f’r me.” He pants, his praise ending with a whimper.

Your eyes roll back. Fuck, he has you. He knows he has you. Your moans and whimpers are uncontrollable as he picks up the pace, all but slamming his thick cock into your pretty little hole.

You’re his, and he knows it, and in the moment, it’s true. Just him. Just you. The rest doesn’t matter right now.

John pulls out for just a moment while he swiftly flips you over, roughly gripping your hips and pulling your backside into him. He’s got the angle just right now, and your breath catches in your throat, followed by a needy whimper.

“Mine… All mine… Isn’t that right?” He whispers, more of a command than a question.

Your face is pressed against the mattress as John’s grip on your hips tighten. This angle, this position, John is so familiar with it. He knows what it does to you. He knows the way it makes you respond.

John lets out a loud groan as your whimpers and moans get more needy, desperate. He knows that you’re about to come.

He finishes right then and there, along with you.

You gasp a bit, surprised by the synchronization. Should you really be surprised, though? Only he would know your body like that. You’re his. He’s yours.

John slowly pulls his softening cock out of you, lying on the bed and pulling you into his chest. His hand grabs your thigh, draping your leg around his waist in an attempt to hold you closer.

He lets out a few deep breaths, letting the adrenaline and endorphins just fade away. Neither of you wants to move right now, both just content being in each other’s arms. Both content feeling the heat of each other’s bodies, just listening to each other breathing.

“Better than I remembered it.” John murmurs, his voice laced with a smirk.

You catch John’s left hand after he reached up to push your sweaty hair from your forehead. You hold it in yours, playing a bit with the wedding band.

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[too-much-tma-stuff]

Finally Getting Help (prt. 10)

Mastterpost

A/N: Thank you all for the well wishes about my dog. Unfortunately he didn't make it and pass away Tuesday morning in the vet's office. I was able to get some writing done but I don't have the energy to edit. Let me know if you find any mistakes.

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Jason: hey, thanks for the gun and the tech, it's really cool.

Danny: new phone who dis 😝

Jason: I hope you haven't given too many people guns in the last couple days.

Danny: no I haven't, thanks for texting me Jason. Have you got a chance to try the gun?

Jason: not on anything moving, I've been doing some target practice to get a feel for it though. Looking forward to when I can test it on Vlad.

Danny: aww are you going to avenge my honor 🥺

Jason: if you want me too. I'll bring you his head if you want me too.

Danny: 🥰 you're so sweet. I wouldn't say no to seeing him suffer for what he's done but don't get yourself in any trouble okay? And if you do call me right away. I'll come rescue you 😘

Jason: hey I'm the one offering to protect you! 

Danny: we can protect each other. And fight each other, can you come spar again soon?

Jason: I wouldn't call that sparring, more like brawling.

Danny: eh potato potato, do you want to come fight me again?

Jason: if demon brat won't kill me for it, sure. Can I take you out for dinner afterwards? I have some questions

Danny: It's a date! Just tell me when

Jason: Day after tomorrow? I have some work to take care of first.

Danny: Sounds great! And it is a date right? You don't mind that I'm going to have kids?

Jason: the kids aren't a deal breaker I promise but let's not jump the gun okay? We're going to be family through B so we don't want this to blow up in our faces. Let's hang out, take it slow, see how it goes. You need to be careful about who you let into your life now anyway, you can't just let anyone around you and the babies.

Danny: don't tell me what to do 😠 but you're right. I'm bad about rushing into things. I'm still looking forward to it.

Danny: By the way Jazz uploaded the power point she made about Liminals and Ghosts to the bat’s server thing. You have access to that right? You should read that before we meet and I can fill in the gaps.

Jason: Sounds good, I’ll have a look at it and I’m looking forward to it too. I'll be there at 5 so we can spar before dinner. Don't forget to warn B and your guard dog.

Danny: Damian is a good kid. I'll let them know.

Danny stared at his new phone Tim had given him with apprehension. The chat with Jason had gone very well, and Danny was glad he reached out but there were other people he really needed to reach out to and he was… frankly scared. Sam and Tucker were his best friends and had always been there for him but they both had tempers. Would they be mad that he hadn’t told them he was pregnant? Would they be upset he had left Amity and wasn’t planning on coming back?

He needed to reach out though, the longer he waited the harder it would be to talk to them, and things wouldn’t stay calm as they were now. Vlad would be back to cause trouble again and even though the JLD had control of the portal but he was sure his rogues would find their way through eventually. Vlad had his own portal anyway, and Danny wouldn’t put it past him to open it just to annoy Danny. Maybe try and weaken him a little so Vlad could swoop in and pick him off.

Today was quiet, he needed to take this chance. He sighed and got up off the edge of his bed where he was sitting and ducked out of his room. He didn’t want to do this alone, so he wasn’t surprised when he found himself in the library where Jazz was studying. 

He sat down across from her and reached across, laying his hand, palm up on the table. Without looking up from her book she reached over and placed her hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. He smiled at her and took a deep breath before putting on his earbuds and sending a message in the group chat.

Danny: When you guys are ready can we call?

Jazz phone went off too and she checked it, smiled at Danny, and then silenced the chat and went back to her book. She didn’t need to be part of this call but at least she knew what he was doing. 

Sam: Yes, let me just grab Tuck. He’s playing Doomed.

Danny took a deep breath and put down his phone while he waited for them to call and tried not to panic.

When the phone buzzed he jumped and reached for it, joining the call quickly. 

“Hey guys,” He said, awkwardly, waving with the hand that wasn’t holding the phone.

“Hey yourself! What the heck happened Danny?! Basically the whole town joined in in chasing Vlad when we found out what he did but why did we have to find out on tv?! Why didn’t you tell us?!” Sam said, but at least she just seemed stressed, not actually angry.

“I’m sorry guys,” Danny said, wincing a little when he heard Tucker sniffling a little. “I hadn’t told anyone yet. I hadn’t even fully accepted it yet honestly.

“I still wasn’t ready to talk about it, bur Cass is really good at reading people's body language and I guess she clocked that I was carrying them by how I kept unconsciously touching my stomach. When she asked me about it it sorta broke through my denial and I broke down which started the ball rolling on… all this,” He said with a vague gesture.”

“All this is right!The justice league really brought the hammer down on Amity. They’re dismantling the GIW and really pissed at the government and basically all the adults in the town for letting this happen. And they arrested your parents!” Sam said sounding almost excited.

“Sam! That was really insensitive! They’re still his parents, what if he didn’t know!?” Tucker broke in furiously. 

“No it’s alright I knew, Jazz told me. She’s here with me,” He said squeezing her hand though she wasn’t paying attention to the call.

“Okaaay so where is Here?” Tucker asked warily. 

“Ya are you safe? We haven’t seen you since all this went down! Are you really with Bruce Wayne?” Sam asked sounding wary.

“Yes I am. He’s got a foster license and since his kids were the one that found out what was going on it just made sense that I’d stay here.”

“And he’s Not another Fruitloop?” Sam asked warily. “You need to be careful with these rich people you know? They’re basically all crazy!”

“Sam you’re rich,” Danny pointed out, amused. 

“Ya, and? My point stands!”

“Fair enough,” Danny laughed. “But no, I did some snooping the first night I was here and it seems okay. And since he’s got close ties to the Justice League he was able to get the help we really needed, and he says he might be able to help me meet Martian Manhunter!”

“Don’t fanboy out too bad,” Tucker teased him.

“Oh ya? And what if I helped you meet Tim Drake? Would you not be just as bad,” Danny accused Tucker.

“Touche,” Tucker said. “Could you though?”

“I mean maybe? He’s my foster brother now and he seems cool. You two are my best friends, if I’m going to stay I’m sure you could come visit me and meet all of them.” 

“Are you really going to stay there though? I mean once the GIW and everything is cleared out you could stay with either of us. I know my parents aren’t your biggest fans but I know they’d let you stay,” Sam said sounding worried. 

“And I know my family doesn't have a ton of money but they adore you, we’d make it work,” Tucker added looking worried.

“No, guys I really appreciate the offer but… I don’t want to come back to Amity. The Justice League said they shut down the portal and I really need a fresh start I think. I think I’d rather stay here. Jazz too, she’s gonna study at Gotham U and intern at Arkham,” He said. She looked up at the mention of her name and gave him a small smile.

“I’m sorry, you guys are my best friends and I’ll miss you, but there are too many… memories in Amity you know?”

“Ya I get that,” Sam said, looking sad and distant.

“We can still call, and play Doomed together, and visit on breaks!” Tucker said, his chipper tone sounding a little forced. “We’re going to say friends!” He insisted and Danny smiled.

“Of course we will Tuck,” He promised. They might grow apart with the distance between them, but he hoped not, they really were his best friends.

“Ya, my parents will probably be thrilled about this development and want me to come over all the time. They love the Waynes,” Sam chuckled though her optimism also seemed a bit forced. Of course she was more of a pessimist, she probably thought they would drift apart, but knew Danny needed them right now. 

“Soo what’s been going on in Amity since I left?” Danny asked, letting them ramble about the drama, the rumours, and the bullshit that was the bullies and everyone in the school sudden;y pretending they cared about Danny soooo much.

After they finished telling him about it there were a few beats of silence and Danny was just about to suggest they hang up when Sam spoke up again. 

“So, what actually happened with Vlad? If you don’t want to talk about it that’s okay but…”

“No, it’s okay. It’s not what- what you’d think. It’s superhero bullshit really. When I wouldn’t be his son he decided to try and clone me, you met Dani with an I right? She was one of the clones. But he didn’t know I was trans, and my DNA got all fucked up in the portal so none of the clones were stable. I have no idea how many he tried to make that died. But when I found out it was because he had lied to Dani and told her he needed me to stabilize her clone brothers. It was a batch of ten.

“But he lied, he didn’t actually care about stabilizing them, he was going to let them all die. I was only able to save the two that were most stable and only by taking their cores into myself. So I’m not normal pregnant, I’m ghost pregnant. 

What is my life huh?” He finished, chuckling awkwardly. 

“Oh fuck,” Sam said her shoulders slumping a little even as her expression went through a range of emotions. “That’s better in a way but still a whole different type of fucked up! I hope they catch him soon.”

“I hope so too but I don’t think they will,” Danny said with a shrug. “Not before he tries something else. I’m not lucky enough to be able to just move past this,” He said with a bitter little laugh.

“Well, we can still hope. And even if he does cause trouble you have more allies now! You’ve been able to handle everything else he’s thrown at you basically on your own, with the Justice League behind you I know there’s nothing you can’t handle. I mean, Vlad is kind of pathetic anyway,” Tucker encouraged making Danny smile. 

“Ya, you’re right, I’m sure it’ll be fine. Thanks guys,” he said fondly. 

“Of course dude! We’re here for you!” Tucker said.

“It’s really good to hear from you too. Don’t be a stranger okay?” Sam said, a bit worried.

“Of course not, I’ll keep you posted I promise.” Danny assured before they said their goodbyes and he hung up. 

He put down his phone and leaned back with a sigh, closing his eyes for a moment. Next to him Jazz chuckled and there was a soft snap as she closed her book. 

“You did well little brother,” She told him, getting up from her seat she moved behind him and rested her hands on his shoulders.

“How do you know? You weren’t listening.”

“No, but you reached out to your friends and had an honest conversation which isn’t easy. You did well,” She reiterated, squeezing his shoulders.

“Well thanks Jazz. I hope that they’re right that we won’t lose touch, and I’ll be able to handle whatever Vlad does,” He grumbled. 

“I’m sure we will,” Jazz promised. “And either way there’s no point in worrying about it now. Has Jason texted you yet?” She asked, giving Danny the excuse he needed to change the subject and launch into his more petty worries about the upcoming date as she sat back down to listen.

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[girlgenius1111]

I'll Make It Through The Winter If It Kills Me

putellas!reader stops taking her antidepressants because she doesn't think she needs them anymore, keeps it from alexia, but she eventually finds out. super angsty, but fluff follows. warnings: mentions of self harm.

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You weren't stupid; you didn't think you knew better than your doctor. You were just so tired of everything feeling so... dull. Feeling so empty, even when things were good. Even when they were bad. It felt like your emotions were in sight, but just out of reach. Like you could graze them with your fingertips, the sharp sting of anger, the thrill of excitement. No matter what you did, though, you couldn’t get your hands around them. You couldn’t make the feelings stay. You weren’t sure you’d know what normal felt like if it hit you across the face, and no matter what you told your doctor, she kept encouraging you to give the meds a longer chance. 

It wasn’t really intentional on your part, to stop taking them. It just…happened. You missed one day. And then another. And then it had been a week, and even though your head ached, and you had a bit of a hard time sleeping, you felt… better. Not great, not really even good, but better. More like yourself. 

That lasted another week, before suddenly, you were back where you started. The joy you’d rediscovered in living faded away, plunging you back into a cave of misery. It wasn’t numbed now, either. It was encapsulating, suffocating. You weren’t okay, not at all. You didn’t know what to do, though. You didn’t want to go back on the medication, and you knew you wouldn’t survive if you kept going like this. You told yourself that you just had to let your body get used to the lack of the medication, and once it adjusted, you’d feel normal again. You’d been high, and now you were low, and the next step had to be a middle ground. The trouble was keeping yourself going until you got there, as well as keeping your sister off your back.

You hadn’t meant to start hurting yourself again, either. It just happened, it was just the coping mechanism you turned to. It was just supposed to be temporary, until everything balanced out and you felt normal again. It kept going, though, you kept going. Until you had to be careful about changing in the locker room, and you couldn’t go a day without doing it. It was the only thing that made you feel, the only thing that made it better. You just needed time. That was it. Just time. 

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“Wake up pequeña, I am not going to come in here again.” Alexia said with a sigh, poking her head in your door to find you still very asleep in bed. You both knew she’d be back in 5 minutes, ready to drag you out by your ankles, but you grumbled a response and sat up. You’d only gotten to sleep a few hours ago; sleep had evaded you, even as you felt more exhausted than you’d ever been in your life. It was just an adjustment, you, told yourself. Everything would even out. 

“If I come in there and you’re still asleep, so help me,” Alexia shouted from the hall, before throwing your door open rather aggressively. You turned to look at her blankly, wrapped up in your duvet, sitting on the edge of the bed. Your sister paused, taking a closer look at your face. 

“Do you feel okay? Are you getting sick?” She asked, entering the room and pressing the back of her hand to your forehead. You shook her off, discarding the duvet behind you and moving with as much energy as you could muster over to your dresser. 

“No, just sleepy.” You answered shortly, and Alexia narrowed her eyes at you. 

“You look sick.” She argued, crossing her arms over her chest in a rather intimidating manner. 

“Thank you.” You replied sarcastically. “Now get out, you’re going to make me late.” 

Alexia scoffed indignantly, but walked to the door regardless. “I’M going to make you late. Me. You lay in bed till the last minute, and it’s MY fault.” She mumbled, shutting the door behind her a little harder than necessary. 

She wasn’t really that bothered, but she did dramatically complain about you to Olga once she reached the kitchen. Olga, however, didn’t quite share her exasperation with you and your inability to get up on time. Instead, she saw this as cause for concern: you hadn’t been this hard to wake up since before. When things were bad, and they didn’t know. Looking back, the signs were obvious, and Olga wasn’t about to miss them again. Or let her rather emotionally oblivious girlfriend do so either. 

“Ale. She’s been sleeping a lot recently, no?” Olga asked quietly, grabbing her girlfriend’s hand to get her attention. 

Alexia looked up from the coffee she was making for you, turning to the brunette in confusion. “I haven’t noticed. She’s hard to wake up sometimes, that’s all.” 

Olga restrained herself from rolling her eyes. Sometimes, she wondered if Alexia really was oblivious, or if she was just in denial. 

“Not like this. The last time she slept this much, she wasn’t doing well, remember?” 

Alexia turned back to your coffee, stirring absentmindedly, lost in thought. 

“You think she’s having a hard time?” She asked finally. 

Olga shrugged. “I’m not sure. She’s been acting a little off recently. It could be nothing though.”

“But it could be something?” Alexia replied. She was never so aware of her shortcomings as a sister than when Olga saw something she didn’t. That was the good thing about being with someone who was so different from her, though. Olga was there to make sure nothing slipped through the cracks with you, a role she’d taken on without a second thought when you moved in.

Olga didn’t have a chance to reply, because you made your way into the kitchen, reaching instantly for the coffee Alexia was making, one you knew was for you. Ale always got up a bit early to make her and Olga coffee, climbing back into bed and drinking it there. 

Alexia handed you the coffee silently, and if you noticed that her eyes lingered on you longer than normal, you didn’t say anything about it. 

-----

It wasn’t accidental that Alexia had the two of you sharing a room over the next away trip. Ever since her conversation with Olga, she’d been keeping a closer eye on you, and she wasn’t loving what she was seeing. Normally, she’d pawn you off on one of your younger teammates over away games, needing time with her friends, and knowing you needed time with yours. Now, though, her overprotective instincts were kicking in and she didn’t trust anyone but herself to keep an eye on you. 

Alexia noticed that you put on a good show, but when people weren’t looking… you looked so desperately sad that your sister longed to drag you away from the group by your ear and pry whatever the problem was out of you. She didn’t, though. Olga had given her a harsh warning before leaving, as did Alba, that you wouldn’t respond well to being cornered, to being forced to talk. You needed to come to her. So while Alexia kept you very close, she made an effort to remind you that she was there, whatever you needed. 

The first real, tangible, issue that Alexia figured out was that you weren’t sleeping. She’d passed out before you, as expected, but when she stirred a couple hours later to the sound of you sniffling quietly from your bed, she was immediately wide awake. 

You were so tired. Nothing you were trying was working, you just couldn’t sleep. It felt pathetic to be crying, but you were exhausted, you had a match tomorrow, and you just wanted your brain to turn off, even if it was only for a bit. You were trying to keep the volume down, though, because Alexia was famously a light sleeper, and her bed was only a few feet from yours. 

Your efforts proved unsuccessful when Alexia sat up in her bed, flicking the light on. She squinted over at you, finding you curled up on your side, furiously wiping at the tears on your face, horrified at being caught. 

You were expecting 20 questions from your sister. She liked to fix things, and this situation would definitely be something that worried her. Alexia surprised you though. 

Even though there were 20 questions on the tip of her tongue, she remembered both her girlfriend and her other sister’s warnings not to push you. Instead of pestering you like she wanted, she flicked the light back off, sliding out of her bed and gently nudging you over until she could slide onto the edge of yours. 

“Ale, what-?” 

“Shh.” Alexia whispered, scooching closer and cuddling up to you like she used to do when you were little, and wanted nothing more than her affection. If Alexia was feeling particularly nice, she’d let you curl up against her while the family watched a movie, or while she finished her homework. “You can’t sleep?” 

You wondered how she knew. Sometimes, Alexia could be completely dense when it came to your feelings. Other times, though, she was incredibly perceptive.  “No.” 

Your sister’s presence next to you, though, was already helping, and you felt your eyes drooping as you rested your head against her chest. 

“Do you want me to sing you a song?” Alexia teased. 

You appreciated that she wasn’t forcing a conversation now, more than you could articulate. 

“No, I think my ears bleeding would keep me up more.” You replied, laughing quietly when your sister huffed indignantly, shoving you away from her, before very quickly pulling you back into her arms.

“You like my singing, I’m a good singer.” She retorted, even as she tucked you back under her chin. “Really, nena, how can I help?” 

“Stop talking.” You murmured groggily, cuddling in closer to your sister. Alexia smiled against your head, but stopped talking, rather proud of herself for solving this problem for you, even if it was just temporarily. Even if it was just a symptom of a much bigger problem. 

You slept that night, without waking up, for the first time in a while. You tried not to let yourself think about the fact that if Alexia fixed this problem, she might be able to help you, just in general, if only you’d talk to her. 

-----

Alexia hadn’t meant to snoop. She’d done you a favor, picking up your new prescription, and she was just putting it on your nightstand. Was it possible that she opened the drawer and peeked at your old bottle? Maybe. She was glad she did it, though. Because she found it full. And everything suddenly made a lot more sense. 

-----

"Pequeña?"

"Yeah?"

"Why is this full?" Alexia asked calmly, holding up the little pill bottle and giving it a shake.

"That's- that's my new bottle." You replied, looking away from her accusatory stare.

Alexia shook her head. "No, this is your new bottle. I picked it up for you today." She held up a little bag from the pharmacy, and your stomach sank. Your sister would not like this, not at all. She wouldn't like you doing something so unhealthy, and she wouldn't like you lying about it. There was nothing you could say, she'd caught you.

"Nena, I asked you a question." Strict Alexia was making an appearance, and you kept your eyes locked on the ground in front of you. "Hey. Don't shut down on me. What's going on?" She walked closer, arms crossed over her chest.

"I stopped taking them." You said finally, looking up in time to see your sister sigh heavily, and run a hand over her suddenly very fatigued face.

"Why?"

"I just did." You told her.

"That's not good enough. This is why you've been so anxious recently? So depressed?"

You shrugged noncommittally. Alexia was silent for a minute, before her expression changed, face tightened. You knew what was coming before she asked.

"Roll up your shorts." It's given as a command, not as a request, and you backed up on instinct. "Nena,"

"No. I'm an adult, Alexia. I can make my own decisions."

Alexia regarded you carefully, her eyebrows pinched with concern. "Roll up your shorts, please. I won't ask again."

You hated when Alexia got like this. You knew she wasn't really as angry with you as she seemed, she was worried. It just felt so much like you were in trouble. Maybe because you knew you were doing something you shouldn't be. Alexia's worry always manifested as frustration, anger. Maybe because for her, she was angry with herself, for not seeing a problem sooner.

"Alexia, I said no." You turned away from her, stomping towards your room.

"Nena, come back." Alexia demanded, going after you when you didn't respond. She reached your door just as you shut it and locked it, and Alexia felt a spike of panic run through her. Your behavior over the past few weeks was beginning to make more sense and, honestly, she didn't know what headspace you were in, how deeply the lack of the medication was affecting you. If you were back to doing this, it could be bad. Alexia knew she wasn't the expert in helping you with this, but she did know that, right now, she was not comfortable with a locked door in between the two of you.

"Nena, open the door." She fiddled with the knob, even as it wouldn't budge. "I'm being serious, open the door. Now."

You weren't really hearing her. You were thinking about how disappointed she must be in you. She'd been horrified to find out that you'd been doing this to yourself the first time, almost a year ago now. She'd yelled, and you'd run out of the house, all the way to Mapi's. You'd sat on the terrace with Ingrid, talking about everything and nothing, while Mapi gave your sister a piece of her mind. You were sick, she'd told the blonde. You needed support. You weren't doing it for attention. Alexia needed to do better.

And she had. She'd apologized for yelling. She'd gone with you to every therapy appointment for two months, knowing how nervous they made you. She sat outside the room, answering emails or looking at her phone, just in case you needed her. She supported you, wholeheartedly, when you took a few weeks off from the team to focus on your mental health, as you got your medication figured out. You weren't good at communicating your needs to your sister, and she wasn't good at reading your mind, but somehow, it worked.

Repetitive pounding on the door broke you out of your thoughts, and you looked towards the door, half expecting to see your sister's fist emerging through the wood.

"Nena, open. Now, por favor." Alexia begged.

Your anger with yourself only grew. Your sister sounded close to tears and it was all your fault. All your fault. Shakily, you stood up from the bed and walked over to the door, unlocking it. Alexia practically fell into the room, head swiveling frantically as she looked for you. Your eyes dropped to the ground again, and you looked so small, so very shattered.

Alexia knocked the wind out of you a little with the force of her hug, squishing you into her arms and holding you tight against her chest. "You can't do that, you can't lock the door. Not right now, not when I don't know what's going on with you. Please, pequeña, I won't make you talk to me, just don't lock the door." She was pleading with you, and you'd never heard your normally very calm and collected sister so panicked. 

Maybe it was the pleading that got to you, or maybe you were just so tired of pretending to be okay. Either way, words you never thought you’d say out loud were spilling from your mouth before you could stop them. 

“I’m scared, Ale. I don’t have control anymore, I thought I did, but I don’t, and I’m scared. I’m so tired, I don’t think I can do this anymore. Please help me, I need you to help me,” you sobbed, the admission feeling both terrifying and relieving all at once. At least the responsibility wasn’t on you anymore. Alexia would take care of you, take care of this. 

“Okay, okay, nena. It’s all going to be okay. I’m not going to let anything happen to you. We’ll get you help, we’ll get you whatever you need. Whatever it takes. I love you so much, pequeña, we’ll get you better, I promise.” 

Alexia kept you wrapped up tight in her arms for a while, and it only reassured you more. As long as she had you, nothing would happen. She wouldn’t let anything happen. While your sister was around, you would be safe. Even if she was keeping you safe from yourself, she’d do it, no matter what. 

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me: you need to stop making everything have a part 2. just make a longer one shot. 

also me: let me know what you want to see in part 2 🙂🙂

[vera-deville]

I Won't Say (I'm in Love)

06/20/2023 - 07/12/2023

Pairing: Leona Kingscholar x Reader

Word Count: 1,754

Warnings: A little bit of cursing, but that's all!

Gender: AFAB

Tags: @pyroxeene, @achy-boo, @savanaclaw1996

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3

In which Y/N refuses to say that she's in love.

"Shit." Y/N hissed as she swung open the cabinet door, only to reveal that there was no white paint. Or fuschia for that matter-

"Grim!" She called loudly.

Only the Great Seven know what possessed Y/N at three in the morning to scourge through her entire dorm, trying to figure out where in Twisted Wonderland she kept her newly bought (with hard-earnt money) white paint, but it certainly had her occupied and in a frenzy trying to find it.

Reaching Grim's bed, Y/N was about to shout at him to wake up and help her find her precious white paint when the sight of Grim's unnatural peacefully sleeping self tugged at her heartstrings and she couldn't bring herself to do so.

Damn it.

Back to searching all alone she supposed.

Eventually Y/N had been searching for far too long in the early morning and somehow willed herself to try and haul herself to dreamland (key word being try).

The next morning, Y/N got herself ready earlier than usual and told Grim to head to the breakfast hall without her since she had something to do. That something should be right across this hallway and should inhabit a large crow man-child.

And she would be right. There, watching rather remorsefully down the window was Crowley, the glorious headmaster of Night Raven College (or at least he's supposed to be glorious). Clearing her throat seemed to do the trick to bring Crowley out of his strange reverie since the painfully loud screech the door made when opening didn't.

"And what can I do as the most gracious headmaster ever?"

Okay. Time to work the charms of an isekaid student.

"Headmaster! I came to you because I require a favor from you." Crowley nodded for her to continue. "I need some money for some supplies you see, and I haven't much on me."

"I'm afraid that though my generosity knows no bounds, I can't simply favor a student and give them money from the school's funds."

"Oh whatever shall I do Headmaster? I was planning on painting a stunning portrait of the brilliant man who runs this prestigious institution and-"

A wad of cash materialized in front of her.

"Thank you Headmaster~"

Walking out of the room without another word, Y/N giggled devilishly to herself about her newly earnt money. One, two, three, four, five...60 Thaumarks. Okay, not bad. What was bad was this eerie feeling she felt from specifically in front of her. Looking up ahead, she realized that she almost had walked straight ahead into a well-built chest.

A well-built chest clad in yellow satin.

Fuck-

Two vibrant green eyes accompanied with a handsome smirk looked down at her, slowly moving from the wad of cash in her hands back up to her face. Y/N's own eyes followed his trail of sight and instinctively pulled the Thaumarks closer to her chest, as though protecting them from him.

"Didn't peg you as a petty thief little Herbivore" Leona teased.

"Oh screw yourself Leona. For your information, this is hard earnt money!" (He did not need to know just how hard it was).

"Careful. You might get eaten up alive with all that money out in the open."

"I'm sure I'll be able to fend for myself. I've been doing it all this time, haven't I?"

Without letting Leona get another word in, Y/N zoomed past him, not unlike a rabbit running away from a lion. Chuckling to himself, Leona stalked off to some obscure part of the campus where he could ditch class in favor of cat naps.

If there's a prize for rotten judgement...

Y/N dashed past corridors until she got to Ramshackle and was safe from prying eyes. Slamming the door shut, she hugged the Thaumarks once again closer to her bosom, and shifted her entire weight against the now closed (and locked) doors of her dorm room.

I guess I've already won that.

Feeling the heat in her face become more insufferable, Y/N cursed the Great Seven for the predicament she found herself in. Her burning cheeks huffed and puffed, thinking about the aggravating lion beastman that had stolen her heart (without her permission might she add).

No man is worth the aggravation...

That's right! What made Leona so special that her heart found itself twisted beyond the point of entanglement? Nothing! Absolutely nothing. She could live her life just as she had before. No feelings here. No sirree. God knows how well the last time went-

That's ancient history, been there, done that!

Shaking her head out of the strange reverie she found herself in, Y/N slapped her cheeks as hard as she could, hid her money in a secret cabinet that not even Grim knew of, and rushed to class.

"Bonjour ma cherie~" A very familiar voice called out to her the second she stepped out of Crewel's classroom.

"Hey! Rook! How have you been?" Y/N asked excitedly.

The two chittered loudly as they walked through the hallways, one of them oblivious to viridescent eyes following their every movement.

Who'd'ya think you're kiddin', he's the Earth and heaven to you.

"He's definitely into you, so why don't you just admit that you like him?" Rook asked.

Try to keep it hidden, Honey, we can see right through you.

"What the fuck did you just say?" An astonished Y/N asked.

"My such foul language from such a pretty thing like you. Vil certainly would not like to hear that~"

"I'm not in love with Leona Kingscholar."

"Mhmm~"

"Like what is there to like about him in the first place? He's lazy, misses the majority of his classes, has that annoying ass smirk on his face every time I see him-"

Girl, ya can't conceal it, we know how ya feel.

Rook grinned to himself. He wondered how long it would take Y/N to admit that she was in love.

The day passed by as usual, but there was a certain heaviness in Y/N's mind throughout, and a distant pang in her heart swam through her every now and then.

On her way back to Ramshackle, Y/N stopped by Crowley's office to let him know that she would be heading out to buy her supplies soon. Grabbing her purse (a gift from Vil, because apparently she couldn't just bring her backpack everywhere) and stashing her money in it, Y/N found herself practically skipping to town.

Until Leona Kingscholar showed up. Again.

"And where are you off to in such a scurry?"

"It's none of your business Kingscholar. Now out of my way! The loves of my life await me!"

Confused, Leona felt his ears twitch in irritation. Loves of her life? Plural? Since when did the Herbivore have relationships?

"I'll come with you."

"Huh?"

"You might get yourself killed in town. Who knows? After all, you're just a small, fragile herbivore." Leona remarked, still pissed about the supposed "loves" of her life.

"But I'm just getting some stuff? Even Crowley said it was fine. Why are you so worked up about me going out?" Y/N asked, upset about the current situation that was stalling her from splurging on art supplies.

Eventually, Y/N agreed to let Leona accompany her, and Leona mentally prepared himself to scare off her suitor, well, in this case, suitors apparently. Deep inside, Y/N felt the familiar bubbling giddiness whenever Leona was in her presence, and she tried oh so hard to push it down before she choked on the feeling and threw up.

When they reached the store Y/N had in mind to buy her supplies, Leona stood confused. Who the fuck meets up with their lovers on a date at a fucking art store? The human that he happened to be in love with, apparently.

But very quickly, Leona realized (much to his inner embarrassment) that Y/N had been excited about getting new paints and other supplies, not about meeting any significant others. Good grief, he was losing his edge-

The lion beastman watched as the human flitted about back and forth and everywhere in between the store, almost like a buzzing bee. Minus the buzzing noise, of course. The sight made his heart constrict in all the best ways.

It almost felt like a date to Y/N, what with Leona coming along with her on her personal errand, holding things that she asked him to hold (might as well put him to work if all he was going to do was look lost in the place), and judge for himself which paintbrushes were better. He would grumble about being handled as though he were a servant, but never stopped helping Y/N with anything he could.

Maybe Rook was right. Maybe Leona did actually like her-

No chance! No Way!

She wouldn't say it, no.

But thinking back to all the times her mind became all fuzzy and muddled because of Leona Kingscholar, she wondered if she was denying things.

No, of course not.

It's too cliche!

She wouldn't say that she's in love.

But look at him looking so thoroughly at paintbrushes so that she could get the best set. How could that possibly not make her swoon? He's looking at paintbrushes, paintbrushes, and it was all for her, and it was making her feel things that she really thought she wouldn't feel again. It seems as though her heart hadn't learnt its lesson. Shame on it.

Pushing down the intrusive thoughts as though she were pushing down bile, Y/N tried to make quick work of her rare excursion. When they finally made it back to NRC, she begrudgingly thanked Leona for his time and effort and ran faster than a cheetah all the way back to her dorm.

Running past Grim who was snacking on tuna, Y/N locked the door to her room.

Looking down at the supplies she'd bought, Y/N realized that a set of colored pencils that she'd really wanted, but didn't get because they were way out of budget, somehow magically found their way into her shopping bag.

No chance...

There was no way. But it was beginning to be glaringly obvious even to herself. But this scene shouldn't have played! And that damned mirror in her room was no help, what with it showing that grin on her lips.

Maybe, just maybe...

Oh, she wouldn't admit that she was in love. At least out loud.

Author's Note: As usual, I spent far too long on this fic, and I both regret and enjoyed it at the same time. This fic is this month's entry for the @briarvalleyarchives. The prompt was "Anthems of Old," and I really wanted to do that justice. I ended up losing motivation for this fic multiple times during various parts of the process. It was so bad that I ended up publishing another fic inspired but this month's prompt before this-

Originally, I wanted to try writing a fic for Colors of the Wind, but then I very quickly realized that I had no idea what I wanted to write, so then I switched to I Won't Say (I'm In Love).

I'm glad that I finally finished this, and it is very much safe to say that Måneskin helped me push through. T-T

Thank you for reading!

[misc-obeyme]

hello there!! congratulations on 500 follows it's well deserved <33 i saw ur event for the milestone and i hope it's still available. could i req solomon + kisses? take all the time u need and feel free to ignore if it's alr taken or closed. thank u sm!!! sending love <33

Hello and thank you so much!

Okay this one got away from me a little, but I blame Solomon for being so fun to write about lol. Anyway, I think it turned out all right so I hope you like it!

Thank you for participating!

GN!MC x Solomon with prompt Kisses

Warnings: none!

It was actually something you started doing back in your own time - whenever you first saw Solomon for the day, you would kiss him on the cheek. It was your way of saying hello and sometimes you did it to say goodbye too.

Solomon was used to it. At first he would always go still when he saw you coming, but eventually he switched to opening his arms to give you a quick hug instead.

This was something that was no big deal back then, when you lived in separate places. Often you would first see him at RAD for the day.

But now that you lived with him in Cocytus Hall, you found yourself doing it with even more frequency than you ever had before.

Every morning, you would press your lips to his cheek, every time you saw him during the day if he happened to stop by the House of Lamentation, every night before you went to bed.

It was innocent and you weren't really sure why you started doing it in the first place. Perhaps it was just that you couldn't help being a little flirty with the only other human around. But Solomon never complained, he seemed content to let you do it whenever you liked.

The first time he did it to you really threw you off guard, though.

You were running late one morning, rushing toward the front door of Cocytus Hall, trying to remember if you had everything you needed for the day.

Solomon met you at the door with your jacket in his hand. "Take this, it's supposed to be cold today."

"Right, thanks," you said, taking it from him. You were grateful he reminded you, since you almost ran out without it. "I'll see you later."

Solomon put a hand on your arm and kissed your cheek briefly before pulling away with a smile. "Have a good day, MC."

You blushed. It was always you giving the kisses. This was the first time he had done it. You stared at him for a moment, but you didn't have time to do anything other than mumble goodbye as you ran out the door.

You were distracted all day. It didn't really make sense for you to feel so flustered. It wasn't like you weren't constantly kissing Solomon on the cheek already. Why was it so different when he did it?

The brothers seemed to notice that you weren't mentally with them, but nobody said anything. Instead they demanded your attention as much as they ever did, which actually helped you keep your mind occupied.

That evening, you started on your way back home, anticipating seeing Solomon again. He might not be there yet, but if he was…

Your heart raced as you opened the door and went inside. You noticed right away that Solomon was home. He was probably in his room, studying or researching or doing something dangerous. You considered waiting until dinner to see him, but knew you'd go crazy if you waited that long.

When you reached his bedroom door, you knocked firmly on it.

Instead of calling you in, Solomon opened it himself. He looked like he hadn't been home for long. He wasn't wearing his usual cloak and you could see it draped over a nearby chair.

"Welcome home, MC," he said, spreading his arms as he waited for your usual greeting.

You looked at him for a long moment. You felt something building up inside you. All this time you thought what you were doing didn't really mean anything.

And yet when Solomon kissed you that morning, you suddenly realized that it did mean something. And now you were here, in the past. You were relying on him to guide you, living with him every day. And it meant so much more than it ever did before.

You stepped into Solomon's waiting arms, but this time you kissed his lips. All those emotions you'd been holding in so well that you didn't even know you had them yourself came bursting through. You kissed him hard, desperately, your hands clinging to him, your body flush against his.

Solomon was a little surprised at first, but his arms closed around you automatically. After only a moment, he was kissing you back with almost the same level of desperation.

When you finally pulled away, you were both breathless and Solomon was searching your eyes with an unspoken question in his.

"I'm sorry," you said. "I'm sorry it took me so long to figure it out."

Solomon laughed gently. "You were such a tease for so long, MC. I was starting to give up hope."

You groaned and leaned your head on his shoulder. "Oh, don't say that!"

Solomon only laughed again, holding you close in his arms. After that evening, the two of you still kissed hello and goodbye, but there was no denying the kisses were different.

the original prompt list

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[iguessweallcrazyithinktho]

hiii could you please write a jude imagine where the reader and jude have a lazy day at home and it’s cute and fluffy and he confesses he loves reader for the first time? thank you 😊

The L word • Jude Bellingham

GENRE: fluff

WARNING: none

PAIRING: Jude Bellingham x reader

Don't repost my content or I'll send an entity after you

Rb and feedback welcomed

My request are open for rn but I'll eventually close them

Masterlist coming soon

Enjoy

A soft sigh fell from your lips as you started to wake up. The morning light that flooded into the room blinded you making you groan and mutter a curse word under your breath. You tried to turn away from the windows Hoping that would relieve the discomfort of the blinding sunlight, but unfortunately you couldn’t move.

Wrapped around your waist was your boyfriend’s large biceps. He had spent the night after a long awaited date now he was holding you prisoner against him.

Jude’s soft snores filled your ears as he slept soundly behind you. You loved Jude dearly but it was awful hearing his snoring.

You moved Jude’s arm trying to wiggle your way out of his grip. Jude stirred, waking up from you moving him “stop moving.”

“Jude move your arm. I need to turn. Too bright.” You said with a groan.

Jude grunted but moved his arm anyway from your waist. You turned around facing him.

“you woke me from my beauty sleep.” Jude mumbled as he squeezed his eyes shut trying so hard to go back to sleep.

You laughed softly at his words. “Good morning to you too”

Jude laughed softly as a soft smirked played on his face. He opened his eyes looking at you.

“good morning.” He leaned over and kissed you.

Jude pulled away “How’d you sleep”

“I slept fine especially next to you.” You smiled at him as you brought your hand up to his jaw. You ran your finger over his stubbed jaw as you looked at him with so much love.

Jude felt his insides turn to mush. He’s never felt the way he felt for you for any of his past girlfriends. You were everything to him. The way you could make his shitty days better just by your smile made him go crazy in the inside. Even though you only been together for 5 months it felt like a lifetime with you. The best lifetime ever.

“Yeah?” Jude leaned over and kissed you again this time a little more passionately then the last.

“I don’t gotta train today.” Jude said once he pulled away from you. “maybe we can have a lazy day. Just relaxing and watching movies. What you think?”

“I think that’s a good idea.”

“Ok.” Jude pulled back the covers and climbed out of bed. “im going to make breakfast. You find something to watch.”

You watched as he slipped on a shirt and walked out of the door.

A good 30 minutes went by before Jude returned with your breakfast. You had already settled on a show for you both to watch and was just waiting for him.

“ok I made us some eggs and bacon.” Jude handed you the plate and took a seat down beside you.

“I’m surprise you didn’t burn it.”

Jude sighed and out the corner of your eye you could see him rolling his.

“you’re very funny. My laugh will arrive in 4 business days.”

You snorted before stuffing your mouth with eggs.

You both began to watch your show as you ate. The day flew by after that. By 6pm you both were exhausted from all the shows you watched.

As you laid in bed while the credit scene rolled in Jude couldn’t help but stare at you.

You were fucking stunning he thought to himself. Jude sighed causing you to look over at him.

“What?” You smiled and sat up on your forearm.

“I love you.” Jude couldn’t help but say those words. Sure it took him by surprise because he wasn’t expecting those words to fall from his lips but he definitely meant it.

You looked at him shocked.

“jude-“

“you don’t have to say it back but I just wanted to say it.” Jude started to panic thinking it wasn’t the best idea to have said that.

“No no Jude.” You took his face in your hands. “I love you too baby.”

Jude’s face lit up. “your for real?”

You nodded “I’d never lie. I love you.”

Jude couldn’t help the smile that formed on his face.

“I love hearing that come from your mouth.”

“Yeah?” You sat up and wrapped your arms around his neck pulling him close to your lips. “yeah.” he muttered as his lips ghosted yours.

“well then I’m going to say it more.”

Jude laughed before fully pressing his lips against yours kissing you with a lot of passion.

Next Jude fic would be angst

[dapperhannah]

Feeling Human Again (part 1)

Chan x Reader

Chan's been too invested in working on music that he's neglected almost everything. You are over waiting for him to finish and take matters into your own hands. Until he takes them into his.

content warning (this chapter but probably the next one): sex, oral, dirty talk, subxdom, please dont ever read this chan or i will jump into the moon

Somehow it had never gotten easier on Chan's studio days. He warned you off the bat that he was almost completely unreachable.

"I really focus on those days, babe. I need you to know it's kinda like I drop off the face of the earth for 12 hours."

"I'll be fine! I'll just text Felix to give me attention. He's pretty good at keeping me entertained with goofy videos or coming over to play games."

But when deadlines would get closer and closer, almost everyday was a studio day. A week would go by with the only messages you'd get from Chan were a good morning and good night both at the wee hours of the night. You knew it was taking a toll on him when you could see the dark circles under his eyes during the few moments you would get with him.

Today was going to be different. Chan's good morning text came around 6AM as usual, with the same kissy face emoji. Great, you think, He's in the studio. Mission is a go.

Sneaking into the studio wasn't very hard. Hyunjin, Felix, Minho, and Jeongin were all practicing in the dance hall. They didn't even question when you came through anymore. It was pretty normal just to come hang out while they rehearsed. They hollered for you to come hang out, but you waved them off.

Passing by the gym, you saw Changbin deeply focused on weight lifting while Jisung very leisurely walked on the treadmill, eyes closed and mumbling the song he was singing. It was always such a treat to see how each of the kids spent their freetime. The album was still a few weeks away, but their managers had them on a short break to catch up on just feeling human.

Chan's studio was right around the corner now. There was nothing in the way of you and distracting your man to feel that human way. But, of course, there was Seungmin.

It was no surprise to see him wandering the halls, but to bump right into him caused both of you to jump.

"Minnie!"

"Y/N!"

You comically clutched at your invisible pearls, Seungmin pretending to cover himself up as though you'd caught him in the shower, both laughing up a storm.

"What are you doing?" Seungmin asked, his little puppy head cocked to the side, "I'm just about to join the guys for dance practice if you wanna join!"

"Thank you, Minnie, but I've got... other plans." You eyed the door to the recording studio, the windows blacked out and the "DO NOT DISTURB" sign plastered on the outside.

Seungmin nodded knowingly.

"He's been in there so much recently. Even though we still see him every night at the dorm, it's like he's not even there. I miss him."

"Me too. I'm going to try and get him to come back to reality - even just for a bit."

The sweet puppy boy nodded again, a goofy grin spread across his face, before he ran off down the hall. It was both sweet as well as heartbreaking that the guys missed him. Whenever you'd text back and forth with Felix, it would eventually go from stupid memes to talking about Chan. You both really loved and admired him so it wasn't very hard to get to the topic.

Turning the door handle quietly, you slid into the dark room. The front room that was usually lit up and comfy was filled with shadows. A glow was emitting from the soundboard and you could see the shape of your favorite Aussie. His headphones were on so you knew he couldn't hear you, but it still felt necessary to tiptoe.

Chan's eyes were closed, lost in whatever music he was listening to. His outfit was lazy comprised of the same hoodie and sweatshirt you'd seen him wearing the last time you two had a whole day of rest together. It took everything in you not to pull open the door and jump on him.

But that wouldn't be necessary when Chan's eyes flashed open and glanced your way. You were in the dark, there's no way he could see you... right?

"You don't have to hide, I know when the door opens and closes."

You felt like a deer in headlights. You'd never bugged him during his producing session. It felt like a sacred time for Chan and who were you to intrude on that.

"Y/N, please. Just come here."

You sheepishly entered the soundboard room, head hung down, looking like a guilty puppy who just ripped up the couch.

"Babe, I just missed y-"

Before you could even finish, your sweet love wrapped you up in a tight embrace. It was warm, needy. The touch of someone who was so starved for any sort of affection.

"Miss you too. I'm sorry."

Pulling out of the hug, you can see the tears well up in Chan's eyes. You felt them in your own as well, overwhelmed by his and your own emotions.

"Baby, Chan, please. Do not be sorry. You've been busy."

"I know, but I've been neglecting everything. It's amazing I at least eat a little bit and shower."

You run your hands through his hair, absorbing the serotonin that just came from the fluff on his head.

"You need to take more breaks - and not just for me. The guys miss you too."

He hung his head down the same way you had before. You took his face in your hands, turning to face you directly.

"And don't give me that pouty face anymore please. I'm here now."

Wiping the wetness trapped in the corner of his eyes, Chan's demeanor changed. Something took over him in that moment that was so out of pocket.

"You are here, huh?" He whispered with a smirk. His arms wrapped around you, where they slowly melingered from your back to your waist to your butt.

"Yes... Chan, what's up? You know we're here. At your studio. With your management and other memebers literally down the hall."

The mischevious look on his face only intensified as you spoke.

"Well, this is a soundproof room. And the doors lock."

[sissylittlefeather]

It’s 1974, Elvis is on tour and you’re his current gf so you’re on tour with him. 2/3 through you return to Graceland because you’re feeling kinda under the weather and need rest. When he gets home he finds you sick as a dog dragging yourself around the house trying to take care of yourself since most of the staff goes on tour with him. He demands that you stay in bed and waits on you hand and foot for several days until you start feeling better. (I just tested positive for covid for the first time and need some comfy bde vibes)

I'm so sorry that you have Covid! That sucks! Sending all the good vibes for quick healing. Hopefully, this will give you some comfort ❤️. I enjoyed writing this one. Sweet, caregiving BDE is right up my alley, so thanks for the ask!

Warnings: reader vomits, otherwise this is pure, precious fluff!

Enjoy!

You Give Me Fever

"Honey, are you sure you don't want me to come with you?"

"Elvis, don't be silly, you still have three shows before your tour is over. I'll be fine."

"You don't look fine to me, doll."

"I'm just going to go to Graceland and rest for a bit. I'll try to come back for the last couple of shows."

******

But you don't make it back. You just get sicker and sicker. Most of the staff is on tour with Elvis or has gone traveling while he's away. You're alone in the big house, trying to get over this flu all by yourself. You want to call your boyfriend and tell him to come home, but you know he's busy. It's 1974 and his tour schedule is full. He's been in high demand since he started doing shows in Vegas and touring again. Instead, you just lay in the bed you normally share and try to will yourself into feeling better.

******

You hear the front door open and there's a ruckus downstairs as everyone comes in after the tour. You should get up to greet them, but you can't. Your head is pounding and it feels like you're running a pretty good fever. Nothing has stayed in your stomach for several days now and you can't stop coughing. Honestly, it's pretty gross, and you were really hoping to feel better before anyone got back.

"Little? Are you here?" You hear Elvis call from downstairs. If you don't answer, he's bound to come looking for you eventually. You try to call out to him, but it just comes out as a whimper. After a few more minutes you hear him come up the stairs. He opens the door of the bedroom excitedly, still buzzing from the energy of touring. When he sees you in the bed, though, his tone completely changes and he walks quickly over to you.

"Honey, you're still sick?" You nod weakly as he puts his hand on your forehead.

"You're burnin' up." He kneels down so that he's eye level with you.

"I'm going to go get rid of those hooligans and then I'll be right back to take care of you." He kisses your forehead softly and curses under his breath for leaving you here alone for so long. You hear him holler downstairs.

"Y'all clear out. Y/n is sick and she doesn't need any of your noise right now. I'll let you know when you can come back." You hear the guys protest and ask if they can help-- you've gotten to be on pretty good terms with most of them and they like you.

"No, I'll take care of her. We'll be alright." After a couple minutes, Elvis shows back up in the room and sits on the bed gently.

"What do you need, Little?" You gesture for him to lay next to you on the bed.

"Right now I just need you to hold me. It's been a long few days. I missed you." He lays next to you and scoops you into his arms, kissing your forehead again. It's sticky with sweat from your fever, but he doesn't seem to care.

"Honey, I'm sorry I left you here by yourself. You should've called me or somethin'. I would've come home to you. To hell with the damn tour." He speaks softly and strokes your hair gently.

"No, I'm okay. I'm just glad you're here now."

"Well, you just let me know what you need and I'll get it for you." You're about to say you don't need anything when something comes to mind.

"I'd really like to take a bath. I feel disgusting."

"Well, I wasn't going to say anything..." he teases for a bit and you laugh weakly. "I'm playin', doll; you're beautiful. One bath, comin' right up." He slides off of the bed and goes in the bathroom for a while. You lay in bed just happy he's there with you. Even though you still feel like garbage, knowing he's close by helps a little.

"Are you ready, honey?" He comes back and helps you into the bathroom. You're so weak that he has to take off your pajamas for you. You sink into the deliciously warm water. He's somehow managed to get it the perfect temperature.

"Can I wash your hair? I've always kinda wanted to wash your hair." You look at him funny.

"Really?" He nods and smiles. You don't protest, though. The thought of doing it yourself is exhausting. You let him get your hair wet and then lather it up. He's very gentle in his motions and you can tell he's enjoying taking care of you. Once your hair is rinsed clean, he moves on to using a soft, fluffy sponge to wash your body.

"If you weren't feelin' so bad, I'd try to get in there with you." He jokes, wiggling his eyebrows at you. You smile up at him as he runs the sponge across your front.

"If I felt any better, I'd let you." After he's finished with your body, he pulls the plug out of the tub and grabs a thick, black bath towel to wrap you in. You notice that the towel has "EP" embroidered on it in gold cursive. Something about him wrapping you in an item that is so clearly his is both comforting and intimate. You are part of him and he's not afraid to let you know it.

He finds you a pair of fresh pajamas and moves you to the couch in the tv room. The maid is back, so he has her change the sheets on the bed for you. Once you're comfortably back in bed in clean sheets, he lays down next to you again. You know he must be tired from the tour, but he refuses to rest until he knows you have everything you need.

"You need to eat somethin' doll."

"No, I haven't kept anything down in days. I don't want to be sick again."

"You'll never get better without energy. I'll have Nancy make you some soup." When he's in this mode, it's no use arguing with him. And he isn't wrong. You need sustenance. Eventually, he comes back in with a tray that has soup and crackers and a ginger ale. He feeds you slowly, giving you small sips of ginger ale, and you let him, despite the fact that you could probably do it yourself. You eat as much as you can before you have to stop and rest. He moves the tray and holds you gently, rocking you and humming. You fall asleep like this, snuggled against his chest and praying that you keep this round of soup down.

When you wake up sick, he follows you to the bathroom. He holds your hair and rubs your back while you lose all the soup you ate earlier. Finally, you finish and lean back against him where he's kneeling behind you. He holds a wet rag to your forehead.

"I'm sorry. That was so gross."

"Honey, don't apologize. You're sick. Are you ready to get back into bed?" You nod weakly and he carries you like a baby back to bed, laying you down gently. Then he crawls in next to you on the other side and wraps his arms around you. He strokes your hair and sings to you quietly. You go back to sleep in this position.

Finally, morning comes and you can tell that your fever broke because you're drenched in sweat. Elvis is wearing his black silk pajamas, sleeping quietly in bed next to you. You feel the slightest bit better, but still not back to normal. He feels you moving and opens his eyes.

"Good morning, Little. What do you need?"

"I think my fever broke. And I'm hungry."

"Well, those are both good things!"

He pulls you into a hug before he stretches and yawns. You look at the clock on the wall. It's 11:37 am, which is still early for him, but he gets up and puts on his robe anyway to go get you some breakfast.

He spends the next two full days nursing you back to health, fetching you food and drinks and medicine. He bathes you again and makes sure you feel as fresh as possible. He reads to you from his favorite books and snuggles you whenever you ask for it. In a way, you're sad when you start to feel better. It's been nice to have his undivided attention for a few days.

You're in bed about to tell him to call the guys to come home when you notice he's looking a bit pale. You put your hand on his forehead and feel his high fever.

"Well, now. Looks like it's my turn to play nurse."

"Will you wear one of those little outfits?"

You laugh. Even sick, he's still Elvis Presley...

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I hope you feel better soon! ❤️

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Prince Eyeless Jack x Cinderella Reader

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OH MY GOD THIS IS THE COOLEST IDEA I'VE SEEN IN A HOT SECOND I LOVE WRITING FOR ROYALTY!!

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Unconventional Royalties

"Y/n!!!" Your step mother shrieks. You sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes, taking your time to get ready. This is how most of your days start, your stepmother calls for you, you put on your work clothes, and you go to take care of whatever your family may need. You quickly step down the steps from the attic of your large home and into the hallway, quickly coming to turn the corner and turning the knob of the large doors leading to one of your step sister's rooms.

"Yes, mother?" You call, moving some hair out of your face as you step into the room. "Fix these up at once. We need them ready for the ball" Your stepmother snaps, tossing large poofy skirts into your arms. "A ball?" You ask, almost falling over as one of your stepsisters runs past you to start styling her hair. "Yes, the king is throwing a ball in the prince's honor. He's going to try to find a princess tonight." She says, waving her hand dismissively while going over to help your other stepsister tighten her corset. "The whole kingdom was invited! Oh mother, will you come help with my curls? I have to look my best for the prince!" Your stepsister says happily. "The whole kingdom?" You repeat. "So I can go too?"

The three women go quiet for a moment before laughing in unison. "You want to go?" Your stepsister sneers. "You'll be too busy doing your chores! Besides, I doubt you have any clothes proper enough for a royal ball, y/n" Your stepmother snaps her fingers and begins to shoo you away "Now, off you go. Those skirts must be finished before this evening and you're wasting time talking!" You are pushed out of the room and the door is slammed shut behind you. You frown and sigh, bunching up the skirts for easier travel up the steps into the attic. Once you arrive, you begin to patch up holes, reapply lace, and add pretty embroidery to the dresses, trying not to think about how you will have to spend the night at home while everyone else is at the ball.

There is a tapping sound on your window followed by a coo. You look up and see a crow, who is not exactly your pet, but your friend nonetheless. You smile and open up the window so he can step in, and as he does, little mice follow. The crow finds a comfortable spot on your desk and sits, chirping to ask for pets. With one hand you begin to pet him, while the other works on sewing. The animals seem to sense your sadness, because soon the mice are bringing you bits and pieces of their nesting materials to try and cheer you up. You offer the small creatures a kind smile before furrowing your brows and frowning again. "I'll be doing chores all night after finishing these skirts" You mutter to yourself. "If I could just get my chores done, and quickly finish this up I should be able to go, that's the only reason I couldn't, right?" You pick the skirt up and hold it back to admire your work. "Though, I don't have anything to wear, even if I did finish everything..." You say sadly.

As if he understands what you are saying, the crow suddenly stand up and flies over to the end of the attic, pecking and squawking at one of the storage dressers. You sigh and get up, walking over to the crow and shushing him. If your stepmother caught him up here, she'd have him roasted and served for dinner. He doesn't stop squawking until you eventually open the drawer, and then you see why he was going so crazy. Inside is your (mother/father's) wedding (dress/suit). You gasp and pull it out, looking at it for any imperfections. "Oh, this is perfect! If I can just get my jobs done quickly, then I can come back up here and patch this up a bit and I'll be ready to go!" You happily stamp your feet and toss the clothing onto your bed. Knowing that you might actually be able to go to the ball gets you motivated more than ever, and before you knew it, the skirts were done and the house was spotless. You hurriedly head back up to the attic to begin working on your ball outfit, adding your own personal flares to it like poem lines or shapes that you like. It is an hour before the ball, and you are completely ready, excitedly heading down the stairs when you hear your sisters begin to leave their rooms.

Once they see you, they both stick up their noses in disgust. "And what are you doing all dressed up?" One asks. "I'm going to the ball." You reply. "Oh you are, are you?" The other mocks. "Well, yes. All you said I had to do was to do my chores and finish the skirts. The chores are done and your skirts are ready" You say nervously. "You also needed something to wear" Your stepsister says snob-ishly. "Don't you see, I do!" You say, pointing out your outfit. "I don't know what you mean, y/n. All I see are servants rags" Your sisters are now circling you and giggling at your responses. "What do you mean, these were my (mother/father's) wedding clothes!" In a flash, they are on you, ripping and tearing the fabric you painstakingly patched and embroidered, they spit in your hear and rough it up, making you look like a mess. You are able to escape, tripping over yourself and trying to hold the few pieces of intact fabric to yourself in an attempt to cover your body. They laugh as you run, and soon you hear their heels clicking away as they rush to get into the carriage.

By the time they leave, you are in your garden, sobbing over the loss of your parent's wedding attire. Not only did you ruin your chance to go to the ball, but you ruined one of the only remaining artifacts of your real parents. Suddenly, you feel a hand on your back and smell a sweet perfume. You look up, scared that maybe someone else on their way to the ball heard you and got worried. When you look up, you see a gorgeous motherly woman offering you a tissue. You stare at her for a moment, not saying anything in pure shock. You take the tissue, and mean to say 'thank you', but what comes out is "who are you?" She smiles and says simply "Your fairy godmother, love" You are quiet again, staring in disbelief. "Why are you here?? Why now?" She sits next to you and pulls you into her chest, stroking your hair and magically making it clean and soft again. "Well, as your godmother i have to protect you. And as a fairy I help you towards your destiny." She looks around the garden. "You have to go to the ball tonight, you know. However, it doesn't seem like you're in a state to do that at the moment" You frown once more, almost crying again. "I know. And I don't have any other clothes or a ride!" She presses a finger to your lips. "Sh, honey. I'm magic! This..." She says, motioning to your ruined outfit "...Is not an issue. I can solve this in a snap. However....my magic does have limits. I can make you a brand new outfit, and get you a ride but I can only make the magic last for so long. Using transformation magic, especially on other things is very draining. I can give you until the clock strikes midnight. Deal?"

You are too shocked to speak, so you only nod. She smiles and flicks her wand around a few times. A blinding white light consumes you, and when it clears, you are in a sparkling blue outfit with the prettiest glass shoes. A few more minutes pass and you have your very own carriage with horses. You twirl and laugh happily at your new outfit, before hugging your godmother and stepping into the carriage. Before you leave, she reaches into the window and holds your hand. "Remember kiddo, midnight." She presses a gentle kiss to your hand and then lets you go, waving you a goodbye as your carriage begins to pull out of your driveway and begins the journey to the palace.

Part 2 coming soon!

[wazzappp]

Alright whose ready to see my lose my mind over continually more ridiculous au ideas? Trick question your gonna see it happen anyway (I have. so much bullshit. i have an entire other au that I havent posted about yet and i am thinking. about the re7 au again brother. I have fallen into the pits don't come save me or I'll drag you down too).

also jesus FUCK @moosemonstrous coming in clutch again with both star wars knowlege and the ability to actually remember things beyond a day and a half of talking about them THANK YOU.

STAR WARS AU

The Jedi originally came to Tatooine looking for Gabe. Sensing his strength with the light side of the force they thought he would be a prime candidate for training. Unfortunately for them, Robbie and Gabe are a package deal. They begrudgingly allowed him to come along as well because he is also force sensitive, but a little older than they would usually let in for training. Robbie agrees to because 1. if he just says no who KNOWS if they'll just take Gabe away forcefully and 2. STEADY FOOD SOURCE. ROOF OVER THEIR HEADS. ADAQUATE MEDICAL CARE. NO MORE FUCKING SAND. He doesen't trust these people as far as he can throw them but FUCK anything must be better than here.

During a sparring session another padawan purposefully infuriates Robbie, causing him to reach out to the dark side. He nearly kills the other padawan with the strength of his outburst. It then becomes EXTREMELY EVIDENT that Robbie is VERY strong with the dark side of the force. As a result of this outburst, one of his eyes gets the usual 'sith look', he gets special training to try and suppress those feelings, and he gets permanent pariah status in the Jedi Temple (I have. plans. i am being vague on purpose because FUCK I want to draw this scene in my head so bad but I also want to get this out to yall in the same month so it will be coming later. my dramatic bitch syndrome demands it).

After the clone wars get started (he's around 16 at this point) the Jedi realize that they need more people to fight. Robbie, though being previously disqualified for his history, is accepted for training and assigned Jedi Knight Johnny Blaze as a master.

Unfortunately, along the way Johnny starts picking up more solo missions and eventually disappears about 6 months in and everyone thinks he's defected (he's spying on the sepratist's for the republic). Which MEGA sucks for Robbie because 'holy shit the unstable padawans master defected' is getting thrown around and thats really not great. He wanders off deep into the temple where he can hopefully find a place to throw his feelings around in peace and stumbles into the artifact room, which opened in response to sensing the dark side. Bad news, you cant use the same method to get out.

Even MORE unfortunately one of these sith artifacts starts talking to him. After telling him how to get tf out of the vault and convincing Robbie that things are about to get bad ('I FELT what you could to out there kid do you REALLY think they're gonna let you stay? You gotta get out of here. And if you take me with you I can guide us to a ship they can't trace')

So Robbie sets out to run away, fully planning on taking Gabe with him and gets second thoughts while packing to which Gabe goes 'fuck that were GOING' (he's like. 11. But he'll be damned if Robbie goes somewhere and leaves him who knows how long). While escaping via unauthorized ship takeoff, Elis holocron makes it look like Robbie has fully gone to the dark side and there are clones sent to stop him.

Robbie responds by using the force to throw another ship at them and escapes with Gabe. Now they're both on the run. Robbie wanted by the jedi council for kidnapping, and Gabe wanted back to complete his training.

Eli died as a dark side user and a wannabe Sith. He never really graduated into full sithhood and spent most of his time working for Senator Ivanov and his dealings in Hutt space. He was OBSESSED with the prospect of immortality and sought ways to survive even after death.

When he was used as a scapegoat by Ivanov (he reported Eli to the Jedi council to make him look a little less suspicious), his back up plan of imbuing a holocron with his force presence was put into use. He's been sitting gathering dust in a vault of darksided relics for the past 10 years, just waiting for his chance to get out.

Gabe is an EXCEPTIONAL student in the Jedi temple. He enjoys learning about the force and how to use it, and for the most part gets along with his peers. His mobility aid has been improved since Robbie first built it for him out of scraps he was allowed to take from working on ships on Tatooine. Some days are still better than others, and there are times when a wheelchair is more appropriate, but generally the braces are good for daily use.

He is VERY defensive of his brother and absolutely will not hear a bad word said about him (many bad words are said about him. everyone things Gabe is incredibly sweet, but also to blinded by his love for his brother to see that he poses a threat). It very much so does frustrate him, he's just better at dealing with those feelings then Robbie is.

Anakin gets his fun force choking so I think that Robbie should get something fun and funky and special too so enter: JAW BREAK!! Yes it is very ring inspired but I wanted to make it MORE. So fuck it he rips the whole jaw off its hinges I think this would also probably kill you very dead.

Plus some doodles because brainrot brainrot brainrot brainrot

[haunted-xander]

Monaca hasn't left the pod room since Monokuma appeared in the simulation. She refuses to talk to anyone and only eats when Chiaki is the one to deliver the food. Otherwise, she spends her time hovering over Nagito's pod.

After months of being left to her own devices, Chiaki finally decided to do something and forced Monaca to get some proper rest, and dragged her over to the hotel. She resisted the entire way there, but once her back hit the bed she was out like a light.

She slept for a long time. The next day, she kept laying in bed, far too tired and sore from bending her back leaning over the pod for days on end. She still refused to talk to anyone, but she accepted food more easily and actually played on the 3DS Chiaki had given her.

Even though Monaca had been moved to her own cottage, the pod room was rarely empty. Hajime spent a considerable amount of time doing everything in his power to make Nagito wake up, barely sparing a minute for breaks or meals.

Hajime was the only one on the room when a hiss came from the only used pod still in the room. He rushed over and stood close by, prepared to greet the last of the group to wake. The hatch opened and Nagito slowly opened his eyes. His gaze was hazy for a few seconds, before recognition sparked and he focused entirely on Hajime.

"Hey, can you hear me?" Hajime wanted to make sure he was fully aware before saying anything else. "Ahh, Izuru Kamukura... No, you're... Hajime Hinata... right?" Nagito's voice was rough from misuse, but still held the same soft and breathy feel it always did. He raised his left hand up, silently asking Hajime for help getting up. Without hesitation, Hajime grabbed it and dragged Nagito up until he was sitting up. "They're both me."

"I suppose I should thank you for waking me up? I knew you'd make it to the lowest stratum- I believed in you." Nagito slowly looked up as he talked. "How are the others?" Seeing that he was the same as usual, Hajime smiled. "You're the last one out." At having the others well-being confirmed, Nagito smiled gently. "I'm glad."

"Ah, speaking off... I need to tell them you're awake. Monaca has been worried sick over you, you know. She's been hovering over your pod constantly, Nanami only managed to drag her out a few days ago." At the mention of Monaca, Nagito's face shifted to surprise. "...Monaca-san has been worried...? For... me?"

"Yeah. I'm sure she'll want to see you as soon as possible. I'll send a text to Nanami and she'll bring Monaca here, how does that sound? I doubt you want to be alone right now." Hajime had already brought out his phone and started typing as he spoke. "They'll be here soon."

Just as he finished speaking, the door was slammed open and Monaca wheeled herself over to Nagito as fast as she could. "...B-big Bro...? You're awake? Really, really awake? You... you..." Her voice wavered as tears gathered in her eyes. "You... big... MEANIE!!! You left Monaca all alone! You were supposed to be with Monaca all the time, but you didn't! You liar! Liar liar liar! Don't ever scare Monaca like that again! You're not allowed! Not allowed not allowed not allowed!!!!"

Monaca launched herself into Nagito's arms as she continued to cry out all her frustrations. From a short distance, Hajime and Chiaki stood and watched the tear-filled reunion, happy to finally have everyone back. "...It's a relief to have Komaeda-kun finally back. He was alseep for so long... I had almost began to lose hope." Hajime put his arm on her shoulder. "...Yeah, I get that. I knew he'd wake up eventually, though. It's Komaeda, you know? Things are never easy with this guy, but they tend to work out. One way or another."

Chiaki focused her attention back to Nagito and Monaca, noting that the crying had quieted down to small sobs. The little girl looked tired, but refused to fall asleep just yet. "...Hey hey, Komaeda-kun. We should probably get you moved into one of the cottages now. The pod can't be very comfortable, and we need to do a proper check-up, too."

"And we need to figure out what to do about the hand. You can't keep it, but removing it will be difficult. ...Souda and I will have to prepare a prosthetic replacement too." While Monaca kept her face buried in Nagito's stomach, the man in question turned his attention back to Hajime and Chiaki, smiling at them. "...I don't understand why you'd go so far from someone like me but... I... appreciate it."

"Don't talk like that. You're our friend too, of course we'd do all of this for you." Hajime had an expression that implied something beyond just 'friends', but maybe he was just too embarassed to say it.

Chiaki looked forward to the peaceful times to come.

[whumpshaped]

whumptober 12

prompt list masterlist

tw abandonment, past trauma, rocky recovery, self-doubt, self-worth issues

"I'm up, I'm up!" Whumpee tried to sound convincing as they attempted to put on a shirt in their half-asleep state, very eager to prove that they were still part of the team. "Where are we off to? What happened?"

Their teammates were rushing in and out of the room as they were getting ready, sparing them no more than a few nervous glances; Whumpee was starting to think no one was even going to answer them. It was Caretaker who eventually walked over to their bed and placed a hand on their shoulder, looking apologetic.

"Whumpee, uh... I appreciate the enthusiasm. We all do..." Whumpee's chest was beginning to feel a little tight at the tone, but they straightened their back and feigned nonchalance. If only straightening their back hurt a little less, maybe they would've looked more unbothered. "But I don't think you should come with us on this quest. You're basically still recovering."

"I'm not! I'm as fine as I'm ever gonna be! Is this about me needing a cane now? I won't slow you down!" They sounded desperate, even to their own ears. They hated it. But they hated the notion of being left behind even more.

"No, listen... Listen to me. We've worked alongside each other for decades, you know you can trust me. So please, trust me when I say this isn't the quest for you."

Whumpee opened their mouth to answer, but nothing came out. Their facade was crumbling at a rapid speed. "It is about the state my body's in, isn't it? Don't lie, please. Not you. We– we all know I'm not in recovery. We all know this isn't gonna get any better. Is this it for me? Am I not–" Their voice broke, and they couldn't ignore the tears shining in their friend's eyes either. "Am I not of any use anymore? Will I never go on a quest with you again?"

Caretaker carefully sat down on the bed next to them, then took a slow, deep breath. "You're right," they said eventually, and it looked as though the words hurt them just as much as they hurt Whumpee. "We've been dancing around this entire topic because... because you're such an integral part of the team. We couldn't imagine the team without you. We told ourselves you would get better, and everything would go back to normal." Caretaker cleared their throat, probably looking for the right words to let them down.

"It doesn't have to go back to normal," Whumpee tried. "I'm telling you, I can handle myself. I can– I can do just as much as any of the newbies–"

"Whumpee..."

They sighed, the last of their hope leaving them on the exhale. Right. They were being ridiculous. "I get it," they said quietly. "Thanks for being honest with me. It's... certainly better than leading me on." They wiped away a tear, trying to keep it together for just a few more minutes. "I'll get out of here as soon as I can find a place for myself."

Caretaker's eyes widened. "Get out? Whumpee–"

"I don't want to be a fucking burden. You should already be on your way with the rest of the team, and yet here you are consoling me."

"No, no, Whumpee..." Caretaker took their hand in their own, looking into their eyes with sincerity they hadn't experienced in months. "The team and I have decided that it's best for you to stay out of quests, yes. I'm sorry that none of us was brave enough to tell you that directly. But Whumpee, look around– we're full of new members. New members who would be honoured to learn from you. We thought... we thought it'd be incredible if you could teach the newer generation everything you've learned."

Whumpee blinked, confused and speechless. "Me? Teaching..?"

Caretaker nodded. "Only if you want to, of course. But make no mistake — nobody wants you to leave. You're family, Whumpee. You're so amazing at what you do. And, well..." They chuckled, shrugging a little. "I'm not young anymore either. This is likely my last quest. After this, we could... we could start properly training the newer guys.

Together."

~

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[captain-mj]

I read the dabble about kraken Price and Sailor Graves and let me tell you, it was amazing. But can we please get normal price and graves having intimate time for the first time and Bottom graves can clearly see a bulge in his belly and is so embarrassed by it? Thanks! :D

Hell yeah, love this shit. Deadass one of my favorite things.

Heavy amounts of size kink. I do not care.

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Price and Graves knew the moment they left the restaurant they started heading up to Price's room. It was hard to ignore the tension so when Graves offhandedly mentioned he didn't have any plans after this, Price jumped on it, wanting him in his bed as soon as possible.

Graves was a gorgeous man. Price knew this well. He was also shockingly petite when stripped out of all that gear. Even now, in the looser fitting civies, their size difference was obvious. Price only had four inches on him in height, but Graves was quite a bit slimmer than him despite being toned. One of his hands found its way to Graves's back, admiring the stark difference, the way his hand almost enveloped his entire back.

The door closed and Price was all over him, kissing him deeply and backing him up to his bed. Graves leaned into him with his hands holding on to Price's shirt. He pulled it up and Price pulled away so they could get it off and fling it to the far corners of the room. Before kissing again, Price got Graves's shirt off too and they fell into bed.

Price propped himself up on his hands, looking down at him. Graves put his hands on his wrists, grinning.

"Come on, Captain. Don't keep me waiting."

God that made him feel feral. He yanked Graves's pants and underwear off, grabbing his hips to keep him pinned as he leaned down to bite at his waist. His teeth sank into him and Graves arched into him.

Price pulled back slowly and shoved Graves's legs open. He grabbed his lube out of his dresser, coating his fingers.

Graves waited patiently, grinning when Price looked at him again. They kissed while Price slipped his finger into him.

"Fuck your hands are big." Graves groaned against him and it sent a rush through Price's body straight to his cock. "Be careful." He glared at Price a little and Price responded by pushing another finger into him, making him moan.

Price scissored his fingers and watched his back arch. His eyes were closed, lashes fanning across his cheeks.

Graves tapped his hand eventually. "I'm good. Come on."

"You sure? Usually my partners need more prep." Price wanted to include that his partners were usually more his size and not Graves's, but he kept that part quiet.

Graves shook his head. "I'm good. Get your pants off." He patted him again, urging him on. Price pulled back and kicked off his pants. He slid his boxers off and got back between Graves's legs, putting his cock on his stomach.

Graves was by no means small in the downstairs department, but Price was big. Very big.

"Ah." Graves flushed, looking up at him. "Well, go on."

Price shook his head, laughing. "If you need a minute."

"Fuck off, John. You're a little bigger than I usually take, but I'll be fine." His head fell back and Price started to kiss his neck. Unfortunately, he couldn't leave any marks where they would be visible, but past where his shirt collar would be was free game.

He lined up and very slowly pushed into him. Graves let out a shaky breath and his nails dug into his shoulders. His body stayed relaxed though so Price kept going.

When he bottomed out, hips pressing against each other, Graves moaned softly. "Feels...ah..." He trailed off and ran his hand through Price's hair.

"Not too much, is it, love?"

"Just give me a minute." Graves said softly. "Feels like you're breaking me in. Christ." His head fell back and he slowly pushed his hips back against him, making them both moan.

Price pulled back a little so he could prop himself back up with his hands. He slowly thrust into him, making Graves moan.

His gaze went down his body, admiring the thighs wrapped tight around his waist. The soft sheen of sweat already forming on his body. Price grabbed his chest, hand going down to trace where his ribs would be.

He thrust in again and noticed it, eyes flicking down to his stomach. Price rolled his hips and... Graves had a soft outline of his cock. Even when he wasn't moving, he could see it.

Graves noticed him stop moving and looked down, head tilting. Price thrust in again, fascinated. It was hard to miss now that he knew what to look for.

Graves went horribly red and he immediately covered his stomach. "Oh, god that's..." He cut off with a moan as Price moved again, this time hitting his prostate dead on.

Price grabbed his thighs and pinned him so his knees were almost pressed to the bed on either side of his torso. He fucked into him hard, the new angle both keeping from Graves from covering himself and letting him go deeper. His eyes stayed on his tummy.

Graves was a mess, struggling slightly and still embarrassed. "You're a perv, you know that John?" His cheeks were a soft pink and he looked close to tears, legs shaking.

"You want me to stop?"

Graves bit his lip and shook his head. Price leaned down and bit his shoulder hard, making sure it would leave a mark. His hips didn't stop, continuing to rail Graves like he deserved. Pressed this close, he could feel it against his stomach and Jesus Christ he hoped Graves wanted to make this a regular thing.

"Mine, now, Commander." Price growled at him and Graves's cock twitched between them. Graves moaned softly, starting to shake. "Gonna come without me needing to touch you?"

"Fuck." He cursed and Price sped up, keeping the death grip he had to keep him in the position. "ah... ah..." His eyes rolled back as he came, tightening around him in a goddamn death grip. Price came hard, fucking Graves through both of them. He pulled out slowly and patted his thigh.

"You okay, Graves?"

Graves hummed in response, looking debauched. Price got him some water and pulled him onto his chest. He rubbed his back gently, bracketing his legs with his own. He made him drink some of the water before pulling him in to cuddle.

Price wasn't sure how long he sat there, but eventually, Graves moved slightly, just to put his head further up and on his shoulder.

"That was great. You ever tell anyone about... that though and I'll stab you."

"I won't as long as you promise we can do this again."

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I'd like to request prompt #19. Whisper with Lucifer if it's still free💙

Please and thank youu

Hello!

I really should write for Lucifer more, as I enjoyed writing this! I like how he's normally so strict, but he gets soft with MC. Anyway, I hope you like it!

Thank you for participating!

GN!MC x Lucifer with prompt Whisper

Warnings: none!

It was a quiet night in the House of Lamentation. An unusual occurrence considering all of the brothers were in attendance. You sat among them in the common room where they were all blissfully occupied with their various activities. You were grateful that they were so relaxed for once. It was nice to have an evening of calm.

You weren't doing much of anything yourself, just scrolling through Devilgram, reading the latest posts. Someone sat down in the empty space beside you on the sofa, but you didn't look up to see who it was.

And then you found you didn't need to as he leaned into you and Lucifer's voice whispered in your ear, "I wish to spend some time with you. I am heading to the music room. Follow me later, so as not to attract my brothers' attention. I'll be waiting."

The way he said the last sentence gave you goosebumps. You tried not to react as Lucifer stood up again and left the room.

It was all you could do not to follow him immediately. But he was right, if you two left together, the others would certainly notice. And likely they'd have a lot to say about it.

So you waited, continuing to scroll through Devilgram, though you weren't actually looking at it anymore. Your attention was on the brothers, watching them in your peripheral vision.

After a little time had passed, you decided they were all distracted enough for you to slip out of the room without being noticed.

As soon as you were in the hall, you made your way directly to the music room. This was the place Lucifer asked you to come to when he wanted to play you some cursed record he had obtained. If it was something humans couldn't listen to, he would somehow create a copy that had no magic attached to it, allowing you to enjoy it with him. You didn't know how he did that and you didn't ask.

The door to the music room was ajar, but you knocked anyway as you stuck your head in.

"Come in, MC," Lucifer said.

You came into the room and saw that Lucifer already had a record in his hands. He put the record on the player, starting it up and placing the needle, filling the room with a beautiful song. It was soft and sweet, full of gentle instrumentals.

Lucifer turned to you and smiled, coming over to where you stood. His hands were spread open, an offer for you to step into his arms.

You didn't hesitate, moving into his embrace right away. He took one of your hands, letting the other settle on your waist, and began to move you slowly through the room.

Your heart swelled as you danced with Lucifer. He was a master at leading you through the steps, guiding you one way and the other. Twirling you slowly just to pull you back into his chest.

He held you there, letting his hands rest upon the small of your back. He leaned close, his lips by your ear.

"I wanted nothing more than to share this moment with you," he said quietly, just barely a whisper. "If there is anything you want from me, say it."

A thrill ran through you at these words. Was he really going to make you say it? It wasn't like he didn't know what you wanted already.

You looked at him and the slight smirk on his face told you that you were indeed going to have to say it.

But you wouldn't ask. If he wanted to hear it, you would issue a command.

"Kiss me," you said.

Lucifer did as you asked immediately. His touch was gentle, but his lips were almost desperate. The needy way he kissed you caused you to open your mouth for him, which only made him want more.

Eventually he pulled away just to press you into his body, his head resting on your shoulder.

"I love you," he whispered.

You shivered and whispered it back, lifting his head slightly so you could kiss him again.

The music swelled in the room, your heart full of the whispered confessions that had passed between you.

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[ryuukeymir]

Posted on August 13th, 2024

` Bandages `

— m!reader

— Pairing: Reader x Draken

— Info: Fluff

— A/N: Something short with little plot to get my mind back into writing.

— CW: None

You heard a knock at your door. "i got it!" You called out. Getting up from your bed, you left your room and headed to the front door. You opened it to reveal a battered Draken with bruises and a few bleeding cuts. You felt yourself stiffen. "Draken? What happened?"

"I got into a fight with a gang and their leader pulled out a knife when I won. He wasn't fast enough to actually stab me, though," the tall boy said. You sighed in relief, eyeing his injuries. "You should get those treated. Here, let me— "

"I probably shouldn't stay since your parents are here." He cut across your words with a glance inside. As if on cue, your father called out, "Y/N, who's at the door?"

"Just a friend stopping by!" You answered, which seemed to mollify him and he didn't question further. Your dad was a cop, so you had avoided introducing him to any of your gang-affiliated friends, and you knew he'd be pissed if he found out you were dating one of them.

"I'll go stop by—" Draken started, but you grabbed his wrist and, with surprising strength, pulled him into your house and shut the door behind him. "I have homework to do, so I'll be in my room," you said as you poked your head around the corner of the dining room. Your mom was busy cooking, her back to you, and your father was writing up a report before dinner. Your mother gave a noise of acknowledgement to your words, and seeing that your parents weren't paying attention, you led draken quickly down the hall to your room, shutting and locking the door.

"Why did you do that? If we're caught, we'd both get in trouble." Draken stated, crossing his arms and probably thinking about how reckless you are. You shushed him. "Those cuts could get infected, better to treat them sooner rather than later."

You slipped out of your room and returned a few moments later with a first aid kit from your bathroom. You opened it and directed Draken to sit down while you rifled through the contents of the box. Your boyfriend complied and sat down on your floor, though he still was frowning. You retrieved a small cloth and started to remove the blood. After that, you pulled out a few antiseptic wipes and rubbed them on the small cuts. Draken winced but he didn't make a sound.

After the cuts were clean, you applied bandages where needed. "I'll get you an ice pack for those bruises," you said, getting to your feet and heading out of the room. You successfully grabbed one without suspicion, telling your parents that you hit your head on your desk when grabbing a pencil that fell. You returned to your room again and handed the ice pack to Draken while you replaced the first aid kit. Now that your boyfriend was properly treated, you sat down beside him.

"Thanks." Draken wrapped an arm around your waist while holding the ice pack up to a bruise on his face with the other. You smiled. "No problem. What kind of boyfriend would I be if I let you leave while you were injured?"

Draken chuckled and leaned his head on your shoulder. Given his taller frame, he ended up knocking shoulders with you and you both ended up leaning to the left. He straightened up while you fixed your position, pouting at him. "Well don't crush me to death. Otherwise, who will treat your sorry ass when you get hurt again?"

His only response was a sigh. You draped yourself across his legs, your back resting in his lap. "Do you want to stick around 'til after dinner, then we can go to your place?" you asked. You knew he was a bit iffy about bringing you to the brothel, but you'd convinced him to before once or twice and nothing bad had happened. As expected, he took a minute to decide, but eventually relented. "Fine, but after your parents go to sleep."

You grinned and leaned up, snagging a quick kiss from the blonde. Draken wasn't altogether used to such blatant affection, but you did this so often that he wasn't surprised anymore when you did it. Unfortunately the moment was ruined as your mother knocked on your door. You both scrambled to get up as quietly as you could. "Y/N, dinner's ready."

"Alright, I'll be out in a second," you answered and you heard her footsteps retreat down the hall. You left draken in your room and you hurried out to the dining room to eat. You ate quickly, so fast that your mother had you slow down and even asked what the rush was about. "I'm only halfway done with my homework and I don't want to be too tired to finish it," you lied.

Your father grunted. "You wouldn't be in that situation if you learned to manage your time more wisely." Your mother frowned at him but didn't say anything. Luckily, your father went back to his food and didn't comment further. You finished what was left on your plate and went to the kitchen to wash the plate. After putting it in the cupboard, you went back to your room.

Draken was sitting down on your bed, holding the ice pack to a bruise on his arm. He seemed to be feeling better now. "So," you plopped down next to him once more. "How'd the fight happen?"

"A punk in a gang started throwing punches, then got his buddies to back him up when he got thrashed," draken said, almost boastfully, as he described the fight and that he won. You nodded thoughtfully, imagining the scene. Draken suddenly grabbed you by the waist and laid down, dragging you with him. Your noise of surprise was cut short as he put a finger to your lips.

"Sorry, sorry," you said sheepishly. You placed a kiss on the bruise on his face, which caused him to blush slightly. "Aren't you worried my parents might walk in?" you teased. Draken must have been more tired than he let on, because his response was drowsy and slow. "Whatever..."

You couldn't help but giggle, seeing that the boy was struggling to stay awake. "Just go to sleep, Ken."

The effect was almost instantaneous. As soon as the words were out of your mouth, his eyes closed and you could hear and feel his soft breathing. His breath was tinged with the scent of copper, which you realized was actually the smell of blood. It was likely from the fight. feeling tired yourself, you turned over. You heard your parents muffled talking from the dining room, but their words were unintelligible from where you lay.

You woke up to find that the two of you had shifted dueing the night. Draken's chest pressed up against your back, and his arm was slung haphazardly over you.

"Are you awake?" Draken asked. A tired groan was your reply. Yours and his legs had tangled together at some point during the night, but neither of you bothered to untangle them. You were plenty cozy snuggled up against your lover.

About ten minutes later, your mom knocked on the door to make sure you were up. Luckily, she valued privacy in her home, so she didn't open the door or enter your room. "I'm awake!" you told her.

"Alright, just make sure not to fall back asleep. You'll be walking to school, right?"

"Yep." You got up and strode over to your closet. Draken closed his eyes as you quickly got dressed in your school uniform. You went around the room, gathering the things that you'd taken out of your bag the night before and stuffing them back in. When you were done, you dropped your bag next to your door and returned to Draken, who was now standing by your desk.

"Man, we didn't go to your place," you remembered.

"My room's nothing special," Draken said, then added, "but if you're so set on it, you can come over after school."

"Alright!" You said cheerfully. You pointed to the window above your desk. "You should probably leave through there so my parents don't see you trying to sneak out through the front." Draken nodded and opened the window. Your house was only one story, so there wasn't much of a drop.

Before he left, you directed his face toward you and gave him another kiss on the lips. "See you later!" You grinned and went to close the window, forcing him off of the windowsill and onto the grass. He didn't waste any time getting off of the front lawn and onto the sidewalk, acting as though he was just passing through. Before he turned the corner, he gave you a small wave, then disappeared.

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