#who are blown away by how much it actually affects in ones body and mind

[dyke-pollinator]

It constantly astounds me how little the vast majority of cis people actually know about they ways in which their primary sex hormone impacts them.

[eggtartz]

✧ 25th October ✧

Shanks // Nanny (f! nanny reader)

kinktober masterlist

warnings : can you tell i haven't watched or read one piece before, dilf shanks, riding, creampie

his precious uta always had to be left behind during his adventures, fearing he'll be in her way of her singing career. shanks was aware of her passion and taking her with him would only prevent that which he would hate to do. so what he has resolved to is leaving her with a trusted nanny. he was away for longs terms but dear it knew, one day, she'll see her beloved father and captain's crew sailing back home again. but until then, she will wait patiently.

you were her nanny and basically treated her like a little sister. "uta, are you composing more songs again?" you tilted your head, frowning as the adorable child is not resting from creatung her masterpiece "no y/n! i gotta finish this before shanks come home! i want him to be the first one to listen!" her circular braids shoot up like bunny ears. "well, okay but make sure to have your lunch and your nap okay?" you said gently as she yelled an 'okay'.

as you were folding the clothes you could hear a commotion from the shorelines and watched as a big ship, the flag soaring in the wind. "shanks!" you smiled at the sight of the captain, his smile as sweet as you remember, the scar along his eyes just adds to his attractiveness. "uta! come, the captain is back!" you yelled as she shrieked "he is?! shanks!" the excited child spent no time to lunge at him to hug him, a quite bizarre display of affection in public but shanks warmly held her in one hand. "looks like someone missed me, huh?" he teased, bopping her nose that made her giggle.

he walked back to home while you chatted with the red hat crew "party?" you recalled that made shanks turned "yup! we're gonna have party tonight because why not?" his cheekily smiled as uta forced him to bring her as well. settling down at the humbled abode, you bought on shanks belongings and placed them in his room as you could hear laughter and giggles of his daughter from the other side of the room. "captain, would you want something to drink?" you said as you headed to the kitchen. the man followed behind you as he went closer and took a sniff of your neck "you smell a little too good" he commented as you swatted him away.

"oh please, stop the teases" you smiled as you poured him a drink "how are you, y/n? she hasn't been causing too much trouble, has she?" he raised a brow as you shook your head. "she's a sweetheart, actually. currently composing a song for you" you smiled "for me? oh i'm flattered" he moved from his chair and moved to your back, latching himself close to your body "i miss both of you too much" his hand grabbed your waist as you made a small squeak. "you wanna help me with some stuff later on, pretty girl?" he used that tone again, that slutry tone you know you can't escape.

"uta is still here, shanks. she'll-"

"later on, at the party. deal?" he quickly cut you off. you turned around as he squeezed your butt with one hand and spanked it once before walking away. "be there, doll."

that night, the crews were rowding the bar as you sat with uta who was standing on the table while singing. you looked up at her, the juice you had in your hand sipped slowly. "hey, y/n. mind if i steal you for a bit?" you turned around to see rogers as you nodded. he bought you outside where shanks was waiting, his clothes getting blown away by the gentle breeze.

"i was summoned?" you mischievously asked, knowing what the older man wants. he smiles "is it too forward to say i really miss you?"

"me or something else, captain?"

"cheeky, huh? sit down doll, help your old man out" he said as you giggled. he man spread his legs as you situated yourself perfectly on his lap, always fitting there. always has and always will. "skirt up" he said, one hand caressing your hip as you lifted your skirt, revealing your white panties. "oh, have i missed this sight" he groaned, bringing yourself to rub on him as you whimpered. "oh.. can we just put it in? i stretched myself real good, i promise"

"you already have? what a good girl you are" he said giddily as you lowered yourself around him. the first stretch was intense as you frowned. he buried his nails around your waist as your warms insides wrapped around his length for the first time in so long. shanks can't even phantom how many times he has jerked himself to the memories of you and now that he's back, he isn't going to waste another minute.

"bounce harder, girl. yeah, you're doing good" he groaned as your hands rested in his shoulders. the outline of your bra was see through the white dress you're wearing and shanks ripped the fabric with his teeth. he engulfed one nipple into his mouth, swirling it with his tongue. "oh! shanks.. so rough.." you whined as his teeth grazed through the bud. he took the other one in his mouth, repeating the cycle.

"you look so pretty impaled to my dick. you're gonna make me cum, doll" he smiled tenderly as you squeeze your eyes shut, breathing hitched. "oh! shanks!" you rubbed your clit while bouncing on his cock, leaving the man a mess as his dick is getting clenched and he's going to cum any second now.

"you miss me that much?" he still cheekily asked. "yes i did.. fuck! i missed you so much" your bouncing was getting sloppier as shanks thrusted upwards "how much?" he started his rough pace "a.. a lot.." your brain was foggy, his cock thundering in and out left you mewling and wanting more. your eager cunt was milking him as he felt the pressure building, his hands were on your waist still as he frowned. his gorgeous red hair was blowing in the air, the scar adorning his eyes was wrinkling when he frowned.

you looked at him with awe as you slumped againts him, your pussy twitching as he came inside. he moved your face to kiss him, a soft yet passionate kiss with impaling his tongue inside yours. he looked at you while he panted, hands soothingly rubbed your back. "let's go back, hm?"

[suddenlybambi]

satisfied ♥ stan marsh | kyle broflovski

pairings : unrequited! stan marsh x reader & kyle broflovski x reader

tags : unrequited love, pining, angst, hinted alcoholism

words : 690

summary : stan just might regret that night for the rest of his days

a/n - look... @n0tangeliccc... you drove me to this 😭 my hamilton phase is clawing at the walls of the prison cell i tried to lock it in

i wrote this in 45 minutes and haven't proofread it so if it is terrible i apologise 💀

Stan watched the object of his affection walk past the table he and Kyle were sitting at. He had been head over heels for Y/N for weeks. She sat in front of him in three of his classes, turning around occasionally to smile and talk to him. It was little actions like that which had built up into a full-blown crush. But he didn’t want to rush into anything since that hadn’t worked well for him in the past. He needed to take his time, get to know her more and let her get to know him. So, he had kept it cool, kept a low profile, kept it secret. Not even his diary knew of his yearning.

“Dude, are you listening?” Kyle waved his hand in front of Stan’s face to recapture his attention.

“Sorry, I didn’t catch what you said,” He admitted, looking back at his lifelong friend across the table. Kyle had insisted they speak that day. He had something to get off of his chest, apparently. “What’s up?”

“There’s this girl,” Kyle started, taking a deep breath and nervously tapping his hands on the table. “I really, really like her. I’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

“That’s great, dude!” Stan grinned, happy to see Kyle actually showing an interest in something other than studying. He had to admit that he had been getting worried about him over the past months. “Have you asked her out yet?”

“Not yet; I was actually hoping that you could help?” Kyle asked. “You know her better than I do. I was wondering if you could introduce me properly?”

“Who is it?” Stan raked his mind thinking of girls he might be talking about, already forming plans for how to introduce Kyle to each of them as they sprung to mind. Unfortunately, the name that left Kyle’s lips was the only one that Stan didn’t account for.

“Y/N,” Kyle looked over at her as he said his name. He watched as she felt his gaze and looked up, giving Kyle a sweet smile. Both of them were blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in Stan’s mind, body, and heart. A storm that he had to decide what to do with, and quickly. “Do you think you could introduce me?”

Stan didn’t think he could manage words. Instead, he stood up, leaving Kyle to watch him from the table. His feet moved on autopilot towards Y/N, who noticed him instantly, giving him a little wave. He didn’t know what words would leave his mouth when he opened it, if any, but he had to hope they were the right ones.

“Hey, Stan, what’s up?” His name sounded like music when she said it. “You look like you’ve seen a ghost. Are you okay?” Her hand was on his arm, and he thought his brain had short-circuited.

“I have someone I want to introduce you to,” The words were a lie. He didn’t want to introduce Y/N to Kyle. So why was he doing it? Why was her hand on his arm as he guided her back to the table? Why did she give Kyle the sweetest smile he had ever seen on her? “This is Kyle, Kyle, this is Y/N.”

“Hi Kyle,” Y/N’s hand left Stan’s arm as she sat down at the table with no hesitation. “It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

“Trust me, the pleasure is all mine,” Kyle’s words were smooth, smoother than Stan had ever heard from his friend before. Had he always had that much game?

Stan started to back away from the table before he said or did something out of his control. He was regretting his decision to introduce them more by the second. That was until Kyle looked over Y/N’s shoulder to mouth a ‘thank you’ to him. At that moment, he knew it wasn’t the decision he wanted, but it was the right one to have made.

Even if it was one that would take an entire bottle of whiskey to forget about that night while he wondered if he would ever be satisfied.

[red-airhead]

𝓜𝔂 𝓑𝓪𝓫𝓲𝓮𝓼 | 𝓚𝓲𝓶 𝓢𝓮𝓾𝓷𝓰𝓶𝓲𝓷 |

Third part to ‘she’s in the rain’ and ‘pov’

yes I know, a third part for a Kim Seungmin Story that started off in a series? I couldn't resist when I saw that @ana-stasssiaaa wanted a part 3! I hope that you'll enjoy this and that it meets your expectations!

word count - 1,733

genre - romance, fluff, suggestive(MINORS DNI!!!)

warnings - technically body worship, idol!seungmin, father!seungmin, belly kisses, seungmin literally loves readers belly, lots of affection, talks of being horny but nothing is actually written out besides a make out, feminine terms, afab!reader, seungmin helping reader do things, lmk if I missed anything.

To him it felt like a miracle that the first time you guys did it, you had gotten pregnant. He was absolutely ecstatic and super excited that he couldn’t help but immediately tell his members the moment he saw them. You were with him at the time, seeing as you wanted to be there when he told them.

The guys were more than happy for the both of you, and it warmed your heart to see Seungming all smiley. You watched him giggle with excitement and bounce around. He wanted to be with you every second of the way. 

That was hard though because of the upcoming tour. And by the time that had come up, he had asked for permission from JYP himself and from his manager to announce his relationship. He wanted the fans to know that he had such a beautiful girlfriend that would soon have a child of his.

It was about 4-5 months into your pregnancy, and while the bump wasn't super noticeable in baggy clothes and flowy dresses, the moment you put on a slightly tighter t-shirt with some sweatpants your bump would show itself a little more than it usually would. You didn’t mind though, it was just a reminder of a miracle baby.

During those 4-5 months, you were with Seungmin during his tour, and in the middle of that tour and during a concert, he had announced you as his girlfriend publicly, in which he had asked you to carefully walk out onto the stage. You were wearing a sundress in purple, his favorite color. 

He had completely forgotten you had chosen that dress this morning and how much his heart fluttered when he saw you in it, so it just made his heart flutter seeing you in it again. You had such a shy smile on your face as you walked onto the stage.

You met him half way where he would pull you into a hug as the fans would awh in admiration and from such a heartwarming moment. 

“I would like to announce one more thing before we carry on with the show..” He spoke into the mic, before gently putting a hand to your stomach. You were ready, and he was ready. It made him so excited to finally be able to tell everyone.

“Y/N may not only be my girlfriend, but she is also carrying a baby in her belly.. A miracle that happened 5 months ago..” He said into the mic, smiling against it as he saw your expression change from nervousness to an absolute wide smile as you heard the fans scream and cheer with excitement.

After that moment, the show had continued with a majorly happy Seungmin, who seemed to be constantly dancing around. He couldn’t keep still and that showed when you both had arrived at the hotel. 

Seungmin had waited for you to get in more comfortable baggy clothes after taking a shower (with his help of course), to go full blown attack on you.

“There's my pretty little babies..” He smiled as he pressed gentle kisses onto your lips. You smiled into the kisses, a hand gently going to rest on his cheek as he pulled you close. Nights like this were often shared because Seungmin was extra affectionate, and that seemed to be all the time now. 

“You keep calling the baby pretty but you don’t even know the gender yet,” You had teased, pulling away after Seungmin had finally stopped pressing short kisses on your lips.

“Who says that it can’t be a boy and be pretty?” 

“That’s true..”

You two began to bask and relish in each other's warmth and love, Seungmin’s hand placed gently on your baby bump as he held you close. 

“I can’t wait to meet them.. I want them to have your smile..” Seungmin had muttered as he pressed another kiss on your temple.

“And I want them to have your eyes,,, your absolutely adorable, and puppy-like eyes.” You hummed out, head turning gently to look at him. His eyes softened at your comment just before he had lifted the covers off the both of you and began getting comfortable around your stomach. His head gently resting against it, listening to the baby’s heartbeat.

This was a daily occurrence, even before the baby’s heartbeat could be heard. He’d rest his head against your stomach, and he’d listen and wait. 

Shortly after though, he began to press kisses against your belly once more, “I’m giving you and our baby as many kisses as possible.. They’ll be just perfect, I know it..” He muttered against your skin. 

Your hands gently ran through his hair as he continued to press kisses all over your belly. 

“You’re so perfect, such a beautiful darling and I can’t believe I get to have you.. I can’t believe you get to have my baby..” He confessed, smiling as he rested his head gently against your stomach once more. 

You two stayed like that for a while, just before he came back up to start kissing you again. 

Soon enough a make out had begun. These had been a little rare since you both had been refraining from getting down and dirty for the sake of your stamina and health. But these make outs were perfect. 

They were so gentle, with Seungmins hands gently rubbing on your stomach or on your thighs. Kisses gently trailing from your lips to your neck, barely leaving any marks but a few here and there sometimes made appearances. 

“You make me so horny sometimes that it’s unbelievable..” You whined, huffing gently before pulling his head back up to kiss him on the lips again.

“All the more willing to wait for when that baby is out of you.” He muttered against your lips, you humming in response before pulling away and just getting comfortable in his lap.

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It was basically just in time that you had gone into labor because the tour had just ended a week prior to that. Seungmin and the seven other members found themselves taking you to the hospital to get ready to give birth to a baby boy.

The evening was great too, having an amazing dinner that Chan and MInho had cooked so you could all celebrate a successful tour. You had gone to get a drink of water before your big contraction had hit. Of course you’ve had a couple of them but they’d never been this bad.

You had gasped, dropping your glass of water on the counter before you started gripping onto the same counter. Your water had broke moments after and that's when you really started to cry out in pain. 

Seungmin was the first to show up. He immediately went to your side and quickly helped you to the car, ignoring your death grip. He knew the guys would follow soon after without any question, and he could care any less what they did because right now you needed to get to a hospital and stat.

And now here you were, a tight grip on Seungmins hand as the doctors kept telling you to breathe deep and push. Every push came with a cry of pain or tears streaming down your face.

“He’s crowning! One more push ma’am!” one doctor had said while preparing a blanket to wrap around the baby.

With a deep breath, gasp, and another cry of pain, your beautiful baby boy had been given birth. Almost immediately you could hear the cries of your child, and you could feel more tears stream down your face.

Seungmin looked at you and began to press gentle kisses to your face, tears streaming down his face as well. He had walked away to have the honor of cutting the umbilical cord, but came back almost immediately. You were panting heavily as you laid back, Seungmin sitting down in the nearest chair beside you, watching them wrap your baby in the blanket and bring him over to you. 

Once your hands had gently wrapped around him, your baby boy had looked at you and you sniffled as you let out a quiet, “Hi Byeong-ho..” one hand lifting to gently caress your child's face. 

You watched as Byeong-ho’s face lit up when he saw you, a smile coming from him before Seungmin leaned over to look at him.

“He has your smile baby..”

“And he has your eyes..”

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The next 5 months had been a little eventful. The most recent month, Seungmin had his 5-Star comeback, and he had finally been free of all of the promoting so when he came home from staying at the dorms the previous week, and seeing you singing one of his solo songs to the baby his heart melted almost immediately.

Byeong-ho wasn’t even asleep, so he wasn’t sure why you were singing to him, but he didn’t mind. As he walked behind you and wrapped his arms around your waist, you were a tad bit startled but you didn’t mind, knowing it was Seungmin.

“You’re singing to him? It’s not even his bedtime yet..” He muttered, pressing a gentle kiss to your neck in which you sighed from.

“Yeah, but I’d figured I’d sing to him while I waited for you to get home. He seems to love Stars and Raindrops a lot..”

He smiled at that thought before he began to sing to Byeong-ho, in which he immediately looked at Seungmin and smiled, laughing a little as he made gentle grabbing hands at him.

This made you turn around so you could pass him off to Seungmin, “I’ll go and get his lunch ready. You sing to him for the time being.”

You had then pressed a kiss to Seungmins cheek before going into the kitchen so you could start preparing Byeong-ho’s usual, and favorite porridge. 

Seungmin instinctively followed you though as he sung to him, sitting at the island as he continued to admire his child and the way that Byeong-ho would babble and laugh with excitement.

Soon enough, Seungmin’s finger was wrapped with Byeong-ho’s tiny hand, and he didn’t want him to let go. You had turned around to see the sight and you even managed to snap a couple of pictures and sent them to Seungmin, knowing he’d want to post them later.

It was your perfect little family, and you were so happy with it.

[freedomfireflies]

Okay, okay, okay. I have so much to say and I feel like I’m going to combust. Deep breaths as I try to get my thoughts and body under control.

First, I’ll just say… are you fucking kidding me? The girl in your new pfp is… you? Jesus Christ. You are literally. The dream….I don’t even know what to say. Wow. Blown away. You’re beautiful and precious and we must protect you at all costs. I’d follow you into battle. You are Y/N. And *don’t* argue with me. I already saw you do it with another anon. Sit there and take the compliment like the good girl you are (sorry, couldn’t help myself).

Okay, I can feel the shakiness creeping back into my body as I divulge on the second topic… Infinite You.

You know when you read something that just feels like it scratched the *perfect* itch in your brain? And maybe you didn’t even know it was itchy in the first place? When you read something that feels like someone ripped the words and feelings right from inside of you? Have you ever read something and thought, there’s not one part of this that doesn’t feel like it isn’t actually me? Like excuse me, who let this stranger know and understand me in such an intimate way?

I got so lost in Infinite You. I forgot I was reading. I felt like I was living it. And it was… unnerving. Eery. Uncanny. Like I physically I had to go somewhere private to continue reading it—and not for the obvious reasons, get your mind out of the gutter—but because I couldn’t keep reading *and* pay attention to how I was responding or my surroundings while I was. I didn’t want someone to see my facial expressions, or for someone to realize that every muscle in my body was strung up in nerves. I wanted to scrunch up into a ball and let myself… disappear into it. Let my eyes widen or my mouth smile or my cheeks flush and not worry about being seen. Because I was so deep in it that I physically *couldn’t* control any of those things (And I’ve gotten pretty good at schooling my expressions—reading so much smut in public, ya know.) And maybe that’s because I already felt so exposed, so vulnerable while reading it. I’ve read plenty of fics that made me giddy, made me blush, made me feel like I was glowing from the inside out. But by the end of this one, I was… tired. Like I’d gone through it too (minus the intense ecstasy of actually having mind blowing oral and penetrative sex with a perfect version of Harry lololol).

This is all probably coming out *not* sounding like a compliment. But I’ve meant it that way, I promise. I think it’s a testament to how brilliant and vastly unique your brain is. That you’ve created so many wonderful worlds and characters, and the fact that they speak to someone different each time. You are an incredible writer. And this one in particular, spoke to me (an anonymous user who you don’t know and therefore my last statement holds no meaning to you). But it means a lot to me.

So anyway. Sorry for spilling my guts all over you. I just… did not expect to be so affected when I started reading it.

Um… and again sorry if that didn’t sound like a good thing. It was. “Sad is happy for deep people”

So sorry for taking SO long to answer this, but please know, the moment I read it, I nearly burst into tears!!!!!!

This is truly one of the nicest things I could ever hear!!!! Honestly, I will never be able to thank you enough for taking the time to read the story and feel strongly enough about it to send me this 😭💞💞💞 I will be printing this out and plastering it all over my wall so I can look at it every day and smile!!! You are such a gem and I don't even have the words for how much I appreciate you!! Thank you, thank you, THANK YOU!!!!!!!!!!!! Will be crying indefinitely 😭💞

[sisterspooky1013]

More Than A Feeling, Chapter 9

Rated X | Read it here on AO3

It’s too early to shower without waking anyone, so she just sits in her trailer and stares at the worn laminate tabletop. If they’d been drinking, she may have the luxury of a foggy memory and plausible deniability, but the pot only lowered her inhibitions while her mind carefully cataloged each in a series of very unwise decisions, starting with smoking pot in the first place.

She can see him on the bed, pupils blown and lips parted, reaching up to touch her breasts. She can feel the thickness of him, the pain and pleasure of the stretch as she lowered herself into his lap. She can hear the way he whispered her name, her real name. She can feel the weight of his arms as he held her afterward.

Sneaking out without saying goodbye was unkind, and she knows Mulder well enough to predict what conclusions he’ll draw from it, but waking up with his arm draped across her bare chest and his pubic hair visible through his unbuttoned jeans had been too much to reconcile in that moment. By the time she made it to the donnikers and discovered the slick of his semen in her panties, she was highly considering disappearing herself and becoming one more missing carny to investigate.

It’s not that she regrets it, though that’s certainly what Mulder will think. It’s just that it complicates things in a way that leaves her even worse off than she’d been before. The fact that it took this long for them to fall into bed together is actually somewhat impressive, but ignoring her feelings for Mulder was a lot easier when she’d never kissed him, never walked side by side with their fingers interlaced, never felt his mouth on her body and—everything else. Now it feels as though she’s been handed everything she’s been wanting for years, except it’s an act, just playing pretend. It feels cruel and unfair, but it’s entirely blameless. They’re just doing their job, and the fact that it’s breaking her heart is unfortunate collateral damage.

She hears the squeal of the fog horn that signals the start of their workday and she snatches her toiletry bag and a change of clothes off the counter, making her way quickly to the showers so she can be first in line. As she washes away the evidence of their tryst, she gives herself a pep talk regarding how she will comport herself around him, how she will pretend to be pretending when she accepts his attention and affection. How she will survive holding happiness in the palm of her hand, knowing that when this assignment is over she’ll have to let it slip through her fingers.

-

“Well look who the cat dragged in,” Madge says with a knowing leer, moving to one end of the counter to make space for Mulder.

He smiles at her, tying an apron around his waist and washing his hands before he begins chopping onions.

“We missed you last night,” he says genuinely, and Madge shrugs.

“I’m too old and I’ve seen too much to enjoy those bonfires anymore, Buddy Boy. Not that I got much sleep with all the racket. I heard you and your little lady had a good time, though.”

Mulder pauses briefly and then resumes chopping, stealing a glance at her. She has a self-satisfied smirk on her mouth like she knows exactly what she’s doing.

“What did you hear, exactly?” he asks hesitantly.

“Well, maybe it’s not so much what I heard as what everyone else heard,” she says lightly. “Thin walls in the bunkhouse and all.”

His cheeks flame and he clears his throat, unable to think of anything worthwhile to say. Madge stops chopping and turns to face him, one hip propped against the counter.

“To tell you the truth, I think it’s just a bit of envy,” she says, gesturing with her head to the picnic tables.

Mulder looks out the window and sees Mitch hunched over one end of a table with a cup of coffee and a sour expression. He’d be lying if he claimed that didn’t bring him some macabre satisfaction, but he has more important things to think about.

They resume their prep work, and his mind roils with all the possible reasons Scully may have given him the slip. It could be no reason at all, maybe she just didn’t want to wake him. But it’s also possible that she regrets it, or wasn’t able to fully consent. Or maybe, though based on his memory this seems unlikely, it just wasn’t any good. The closer he gets to her, the more confused he becomes regarding how she feels about him. And last night, while wonderful, has him more lost than ever.

“Can I ask you something, Mom?” he says, and Madge perks up.

“Of course, son,” she says casually, though he can sense her investment in the conversation.

“I know women aren’t a monolith, and how one person responds to a situation doesn’t necessarily say anything about how another person would act in the same situation, but—”

“—She’s being standoffish? Hot and cold? Don’t know where you stand or which end is up?” Madge interrupts, keeping her eyes on the prep surface.

Mulder heaves a sigh. “Yeah, pretty much,” he admits.

“Your little lady seems like an independent woman, wouldn’t you say?” she asks, chucking the clipped ends of a zucchini into the compost bin.

“That would be an understatement,” he agrees.

“When you’re not used to relying on anybody else, or even getting close to another person, the idea of letting someone in is pretty damn scary, son,” she says matter-of-factly. “Truth is, people will hurt you, even people who love you, sometimes on purpose and sometimes on accident. The more times it happens, the more you learn to keep your guard up. And the longer your guard is up, the harder it is to let it down, even if you want to.”

“So what do I do?” he asks.

“Be patient,” she says with a warm smile. “And be consistent. She’s looking for signs that you’re not really in this, even if she doesn’t realize she’s doing it, so don’t give her any. And don’t make it all about sex, Buddy Boy. Men see sex and love as the same thing, but women don’t work like that. She needs to know that you’re interested in her, not just what’s under that little dress Summer put her in.”

“I am,” he says emphatically. “Don’t get me wrong, I want all the rest, too, but it’s not about sex.”

Madge wipes her hand on a dishtowel and pats him affectionately on the shoulder.

“She’ll come around, son. Just give her time, and keep being your sweet self.”

“Thanks, Mom,” he says, feeling genuine affection for her.

“Now that we’ve got all that touchy-feely shit out of the way,” Madge says, shifting the tone of the conversation, “tell me about your little romp in the bunkhouse. I’m an old woman, living vicariously is the only kind of living left for me.”

Mulder barks a surprised laugh and gives her a PG-13 version of events while they put together the makings for breakfast.

-

Scully stops just around the corner from the cook trailer and takes a steadying breath. Just act natural, she coaches herself. It’s not a big deal. She enters the dining area and immediately spots Mulder standing at the end of a picnic table with his hands on his hips and a smile on his face. She feels a flush of several different emotions at once: affection, attraction, embarrassment, fear. She feels like she may burst into flame if he looks at her, which of course he does. His expression falters just a little as he tries to read her, and she forces herself to walk over and stand right beside him.

“Hi,” she says lightly, though her heart is hammering in her ears.

“Hey,” he returns, tentatively slipping his arm across her shoulders.

She leans into him and he relaxes, giving her a squeeze. He smells so good, feels so good, she wants to wrap her arms around his waist and breathe him in deep. But she doesn’t.

Most of the other people sitting around the table look like shit warmed over. Swollen eyes, ruddy complexions and cups of coffee as black as shoe polish tell the story of the price they’ll be paying for last night’s festivities, and suddenly she’s grateful not to be battling a hangover on top of everything else.

“You hungry?” Mulder asks, and she tilts her face up to look at him.

His expression is so tender, so openly affectionate, tears prick at her eyes and her throat constricts. She’s not sure she can speak, so she just nods.

“I’ll make you something,” he says, but he doesn’t move away. He just keeps looking down at her in that searching, intense way that he sometimes does, like he’s trying to decide something.

Finally, he removes his arm from around her shoulder, but before he steps away he cups her chin in his hand and drops one chaste kiss on her lips. If she didn’t know any better, she would swear that the ground dropped out from beneath her feet.

-

Scully is loading her tool belt when music starts up abruptly behind her, and she startles. One hand to her chest, she turns to see Summer with a boombox on her shoulder, performing a lewd dance.

“If you want my body, and you think I’m sexy, come on sugar let me knowwwwww,” she croons. “If you really need me, just reach out and touch me, come on honey tell me soooooo.”

Scully steps forward and turns the volume down drastically, and Summer pushes her bottom lip into a pout.

“I’m surprised you’re conscious, much less performing, after last night,” Scully quips.

“Psh, that’s a typical Sunday night for me,” Summer says with a dismissive wave of her arm. “It takes a lot more than a few beers and a little molly to get this girl down.”

“Glad to hear it,” Scully replies over her shoulder as she ties the tool belt securely around her hips.

“So, word on the street is you and Luke did the wild thing all night last night, and Mitch didn’t get a single moment of peace,” Summer says cheekily, grabbing her own belt and loading it up.

Scully feels a flush of embarrassment, but works to conceal it. Had they really been that loud?

“That’s more than a slight exaggeration,” she replies, but doesn’t elaborate.

“Oh come on,” Summer says, petulant and frustrated. “One of us is finally getting laid and you’re not going to spill the details?”

Scully flashes her an apologetic smile, and Summer scoffs.

“Fine, but don’t expect me to give you the lowdown when I get Rachel on the downlow,” she says tartly, and Scully shrugs. “We gotta get rid of this fucking oil before we open,” Summer says, plucking a bucket of dirty motor oil off the floor of the maintenance trailer.

“What are we supposed to do with it?” Scully asks, following her out into the already hot morning sun.

“We’re supposed to recycle it locally,” Summer says over her shoulder. “But Picker isn’t known for his high regard for the law, so we usually just find a spot out of sight and dump it.”

They walk to the outer edge of the grounds, down a little hill and into an area that looks like it was once used as a pasture. Suddenly, Summer stops and sets the bucket down, turning to Scully with a gravely serious look on her face.

“Can you just tell me one thing, just one?” Summer asks, her demeanor intense enough that Scully finds herself afraid of what’s about to come out of her mouth.

“Okay,” she says hesitantly.

Summer holds her hands up in front of her, palms facing each other, several inches apart.

“Bigger, or smaller?”

“Summer!” Scully says with a surprised laugh.

“Please, I need to know. I won’t be able to sleep tonight,” Summer implores, and Scully shakes her head as she picks up the bucket and continues on.

She stops in her tracks when a foul and familiar smell hits her nose. She pinches her nostrils closed and starts looking around just as Summer catches up to her.

“What the fuck is that?” Summer says, retching and then stuffing her face into the crook of her elbow.

“Something dead,” Scully says. But whatever it is, she can’t see it. “Come on, let’s go this way.”

The smell begins to fade, and she plucks a purple cornflower from the tall, dry grass and inhales deeply before handing it to Summer so she can do the same. They find a suitable spot to dump the oil and then walk back to the maintenance trailer just as the show is opening for the day.

“Maintenance, can I get a little grease on the chump churner? She’s a squeaky bitch today,” Mickey’s voice screeches from their walkie-talkies, and Summer grabs the axle grease and heads out.

“Summer!” Scully calls to her just before she turns the corner out of the maintenance trailer, and she looks back expectantly.

“Definitely bigger,” she says, feeling brazen and uncouth as the words leave her mouth.

Summer’s mouth drops open and then stretches into a grin.

“You lucky bitch,” she says with a shake of her head, and then disappears from view.

-

Mulder stands outside the door of Scully’s trailer holding two bacon cheddar jalapeno corn dogs. He’s been looking forward to tonight almost as much as he’s been dreading it, feeling unsure how to act around her.

On the one hand, he’s terrified that she’ll think he’s trying to get her alone for sex. On the other hand, he desperately wants to feel her again. He’s prepared to follow her lead, wherever it takes them, just like Madge said.

Finally, he knocks with his elbow, and the door immediately flies open. Scully is dressed in all black, and she looks around behind him before ushering him inside.

“Did I miss the memo about a dress code?” he asks, and she takes the corn dogs from him and sets them on the counter of the kitchenette.

“I think I know where Picker was that night with the shovel,” she says intensely, resembling a more familiar version of herself than he’s seen in weeks. “I smelled something earlier, something dead, just west of the fairgrounds.”

“We need flashlights,” he says, shifting into agent-mode.

“And shovels,” she adds.

He catches her eye and smiles at her, and she returns it. It’s Mulder and Scully time.

They take their time collecting the needed instruments without being detected, and their corn dogs are consumed along the way. In order to avoid drawing attention, they leave the fairgrounds on the south side of the show, walking a wide circle before approaching the area where Scully noticed the smell from the west. They sweep the beams of their flashlights over the hard-packed dirt looking for any freshly disturbed soil, but their noses tell them they’re on the right track before they see anything.

They follow the pungent smell, rotten and fruity, until the beam of Mulder’s flashlight catches on a patch of loose dirt that’s been baked dry by the sun.

“Here,” he says, setting his flashlight on the ground and readying his shovel.

“Whatever it is, it’s shallow,” Scully comments, holding her hand to her nose.

“If it’s Miranda, we’ll have to hike into town and call it in,” he says excitedly.

They carefully scrape at the surface of the dirt, mindful not to destroy evidence. As they clear it away, the smell grows stronger. Mulder has a fleeting thought of what will happen when they go home. Will she want to carry on as though it never happened? Will she want to talk about it? Will he ever kiss her again? Will she let him?

“Mulder, stop,” she says, touching his arm to still his shovel. “Look.”

She crouches down, grabbing her flashlight and training the beam on the bit of dirt he just displaced.

“What is that?” he asks.

“I think it’s fur,” she says.

Mulder produces a rubber glove he snagged from the cook trailer, and Scully pulls it over her hand. She begins to brush away the dirt around the spot he’d been digging, carefully moving soil to the side to reveal what’s beneath. When a head and muzzle are visible, she stands up and looks at him.

“Is that the dog from KC?” he asks, and she nods.

“I think so.”

“Why would he bury it out here?”

“Why would he kill it?” she counters. She crouches down again, examining the head and neck. “I think it’s been strangled,” she adds, looping her finger under a length of rope tied around the dog’s neck.

“I don’t get it, Scully,” he says, shaking his head.

“I’m not sure what to make of it either.”

“I guess we can let Skinner know tomorrow, maybe they can send someone out here to bag it,” he says as he moves dirt back over the corpse, leaving it as close to the way they found it as possible.

They follow the same path back to the fairgrounds as they took leaving them, stopping by the maintenance trailer to return the shovels. As they near the boneyard, Mulder slows his pace, and Scully mirrors him.

“So, we’ll head into town tomorrow?” he confirms, and he sees her nod in his periphery. He steels himself, pushing through the flutter of nerves in his belly before he speaks again. “Last night—” he starts, but she heaves a sigh that stops him in his tracks.

“It’s okay—it doesn’t need to be a big deal,” she says in a voice that he knows to be placating. “We got carried away, there were drugs involved…”

“Right,” he finishes for her, feeling disappointed. “Stranger things have happened.”

“Yeah,” she agrees.

They walk on in silence until they come to her trailer door. He knows he should let it go, that he shouldn’t press the issue, but the idea that it was just a meaningless mistake isn’t one he can sleep on.

“You know I care about you, right?” he asks, and she lifts her head abruptly to regard him with something between surprise and fear.

“Of course,” she says, her eyebrows furrowed. “I know you do.”

“Good,” he says, feeling moderately better. He leans in and presses his lips to her cheek. “Night, Penny,” he says softly as he slowly begins to back away.

“Goodnight,” she says, her expression unreadable. “See you in the morning.”

-

It’s ungodly hot, even at 9:00 am. Even with every door and window of her trailer open, it’s hot enough to fry an egg on the countertop.

She took advantage of the day off and indulged in a slow morning, washing her hair and shaving her legs—she even put a little mascara on. But now it feels like her skin is melting off her body and her scalp is damp with sweat, so it was a wasted effort.

She and Mulder agreed to head out at 9:30, with plans to check in with Skinner and then take some time reviewing the status of the case while a safe distance away from other members of the crew. Her initial instinct was to dress in a way that feels more like Scully than Penny, including full length jeans and a T-shirt, but the idea of covering her legs with denim makes her feel like she’s preemptively suffocating. After much debate, it’s Penny’s jean shorts and a ribbed white tank top that make the cut.

She’s been thinking about what Mulder said to her the night before, his need to make sure she knows that he cares about her. He must have been afraid she felt used, which was never the case. Nonetheless, the fact that he was troubled by the idea that she might think so is both endearing and heartbreaking.

Maybe this would all be easier if he just didn’t care, if he really was just using her. Then she could hate him, or keep him at arm’s length, or use him right back. Maybe if he wasn’t so sweet to her, if he didn’t remember things like which flavor of Skittles she likes best, or if he didn’t check every restaurant menu to make sure there was something she’d like to eat before they sit down, it wouldn’t feel so good to be near him. Maybe she could stop being in love with him if he’d stop being so easy to love.

She takes a final look in the mirror, at her freckle dusted cheeks and frizzing hair, her flaking mascara and a healing sunburn peeling on her forehead. Maybe this would be easier if he loved her back.

“We ready to roll?” Mulder calls as he approaches her open door, and she swipes away the moisture that had gathered in her eyes.

“Yep,” she says lightly, hopping down the stairs and locking the door behind her.

“Let’s blow this popsicle stand,” he says as he slings an arm around her shoulders, jostling her playfully.

“You guys going to town?” They turn to see Mickey trotting over breathlessly and nod in confirmation of his question. “Can I bum a ride?”

Mulder drives, Scully takes the passenger seat, and Mickey sits in the bed of the truck. Before they turn onto the country road that will take them into Dadeville proper, he pushes open the window between the cab and the bed and asks Mulder to turn the radio on.

The breeze whipping through the cab of the truck feels amazing after the stagnant heat of her trailer, and Scully closes her eyes and breathes in the smell of flowering trees and dry grass, and a distinct lack of concrete.

People smile and tell me I’m the lucky one, and we’ve just begun. Think I’m gonna have a son. He will be like she and me, as free as a dove, conceived in love. Sun is gonna shine above.

She feels Mulder’s hand slide over hers, and she opens her eyes. He’s looking at the road, singing along to the radio, his hair whipping in the wind. She allows him to thread his fingers between hers, palm to palm on the seat between them, and tells the hope in her heart to quiet down. Mickey has one arm braced across the open window, his head resting on it so he can hear the music as they fly down a road with no sidewalks and hardly two lanes to speak of. If Mickey weren’t here, Mulder would be talking about the case, or maybe what he looks forward to eating when they get home. If Mickey weren’t here, his hand would be nowhere near hers.

And even though we ain’t got money, I’m so in love with you honey, and everything will bring a chain of love. And in the morning when I rise, you bring a tear of joy to my eyes, and tell me everything is gonna be alright.

Mulder looks over at her then and smiles warmly, lifting both their hands and bringing them to his mouth. He kisses her knuckles and then rests their joined hands on his leg before he turns his attention back to the road.

Scully looks away, the whipping wind stinging her eyes and pushing tears into her hair. She lets the noise of the road and the radio hide her sniffs as she tries to regain composure, to ignore the perfect way her hand fits into his, to forget how it feels to be held by him.

And even though we ain’t got money, I’m so in love with you honey, and everything will bring a chain of love. And in the morning when I rise, you bring a tear of joy to my eyes, and tell me everything is gonna be alright.

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[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"REMARKABLE ESCAPES IN ECHO LAKE EXPLOSION," Kingston Daily Standard. June 28, 1913. Page 1. ---- Vivid Word Picture of the Accident Given by Night Watchman. --- He and Four Others, Were Within 30 Feet of the Fatal Cut---Jury Finds That the Accident Was Not Caused by Negligence of the Contractors. ----- Guissepp Cadorin, Alphonse Vernaldi, Guiseppi Reminico, Vittoria Dail Antonio, Antonio and Luigi Pittulo, Giovanni Fraccura, Primo Gallotti, Sante Gallotte, and

The above are the names of victims of the explosion which occurred at camp No. 2, of the C.P.R. miles construction, about fourteen from Parham, shortly after midnight on Thursday morning.

The coroner's jury empannelled to enquire into the cause of the death of the unfortunate victims, heard the evidence of a number of witnesses at the inquest, which was conducted by Coroner Dr. Sands, yesterday afternoon, and brought in a verdict to the effect that the men for came to their death by the premature explosion of dynamite, which the contractors in charge of the work were in no way responsible.

The evidence which was given at the inquest did not throw much light on the actual cause of the explosion, but from the testimony of one of the men, it appears that the explosion occurred immediately after the foreman of the work, Michael Guirrey, attempted to dislodge some substances which had blocked up one of the blasting holes. This witness was Angelo Cadorin, the navvy, whose mind was affected by the accident, and who required the attention of three men until yesterday afternoon. His brother, Guisseppi Cadorin, was one of the victims, and his recital of what took place was most tragic. The man has recovered his reason, but he is still under the surveillance of his comrades. In addition to the nervous shock from his own escape, the tragic death of his brother is preying on his mind, and comrades are watching him for attempts on his life.

There were several men within about thirty feet of the cut when the explosion occurred, and their escape is almost miraculous. They were lying asleep on the embankment and were awakened by the report. They were showered with rock and one received a nasty wound from a powder tin which was hurled with great force by the discharge.

BODIES HORRIBLY MUTILATED Of the ten victims, the body of only one bears any semblance to the human form, Vittoria Dall Antonio. Portions of seven of the other victims have been found, but they are in a horribly mutilated condition. The head was completely blown off one man, and half his body was burned in the flame. Of another a portion of the trunk and one leg is intact. The spine and back of the head of the fourth were hanging to a bush about 100 yards from explosion. Particles of flesh were strewn for yards about the embankment of the cut.

In addition to the money which was picked up, small pieces of bills have been found in many places, while the charred fragments of large roll was found in some clothing. It is estimated that the men among them had over $3,000 saved up, and the greater part of this was destroyed. It is impossible to tell to whom the money belonged which was found.

A THRILLING ACCOUNT. Mr. Thomas Jacks, the night watchman, gave a thrilling account of the accident to The Standard.

"I was lying down on the embankment," he said. "About thirty feet from the cut, watching the men working. I could see that there was something wrong with the hole, which the navvies were filling, because they appeared very excited and were talking very loudly. One of the men called the foreman over, and I saw him pull out the tamping rod, and place four sticks of explosive in it. The men then started to tamp, and I had turned my head away for hardly a minute, when the explosion occurred. I was blown about forty feet, but fortunately I landed in a bush. I don't know how long I was lying there unconscious, out when I came to I saw the cut in flames and rushing over I saw Angelo Cadorin standing beside the fire, with his eyes starting from his head, and his hands outstretched like a mad man, I spoke to him, but he rushed away in the darkness. In the light of the fire I could see one of the victims, with only half his body protruding from under the debris. I think that I must have gone temporarily insane myself, for the next thing that I remember I was at camp 5, which is nearly a mile from here, on the other side of the lake. When I returned they had found the poor dago in a field. He was eating grass and dirt, and was in a pitiable condition. He was like this until late in the afternoon, when he slept and seemed to recover his senses. This is the second scare that I have had, and it is going to be the last, because they will have to get man to take my place."

WHERE THE ACCIDENT HAPPENED. The cut in which the accident occurred was the last in the work in this section,.Three trenches had been dug, and they had all been loaded with the exception of the fatal one, and in this there were only three more holes to be filled. The men expected to have the work completed by to-day, but the accident had suspended all operations for the time being. The cut was the most difficult in the whole work. A. sheer wall of hard granite, the width of the right-of-way and over thirty feet deep had to he moved, and the fatal trench was the last blast in the work. In this about fifteen holes were loaded, each containing over three cases of dynamite. Of these it is said that only three exploded, leaving about twelve which are loaded, and are buried under many tons of stone. A great deal of the stone has been cleared away from some of these blasts, but there still remains a number under the rock.

TWO BROTHERS AMONG DEAD. Among the dead are two brothers, Antonio and Luigi Pittulo. There was also a brother of the man who went temporarily insane among the victims. A sad feature of the tragedy is that the two Pittulo brothers, who had been in this country for some time, had saved up a considerable amount of money, and intended returning to their native land in the fall. All the victims came from the northern section of Italy, and were considered among the most capable and efficient laborers on the work.

WHAT THE EVIDENCE SHOWED. In the evidence at the inquest there was very little light thrown on the matter, the only evidence of any interest being that of the man who had such a narrow escape, and whose mind became affected - Angelo Cadorin. Even he could not give anything definite as to the real cause of the explosion, other than that there was some trouble at the hole, and that his brother called the foreman over.

Thos. Jacks, the watchman, Antonio Calonio, and three or four other Italians, who were asleep on the embankment, about thirty feet from the cut, gave evidence similar to Cadorin's. Calonio, was struck on the head by a powder tin, which was hurled by the force of the eplosion. Francis Scott, in charge of the drilling, J. A. Johnson, the contractor, and Patrick Purcell, the superintendent of the work, gave evidence as to the qualifications of Guirrey for the job of foreman. They testified that he was a man capable in handling explosives.

WHAT TORONTO LAWYER SAYS Mr. J. I. Grover, of the firm of Denton, Grover & Field, of Toronto, acting in behalf of the relatives of the victims, was present at the inquest. He stated that it had not yet been decided as to whether or not an action for damages would be instituted against the contractor on behalf of the relatives.

[Love the casual slur dropping from the nightwatchman. The foreman was responsible for pushing the work and fouling up the last blast, against the protests of the workers.]

[batteredwarriorstillstanding]

Yo, I don't know what to do, either. But, cue the broken record, I haven't (really) seen you since 2005, I believe. Can I accomplish that, at least? Anyway, I happened upon a question you posed that wondered if certain people are destined, at birth, to give far more love than they receive...After quickly identifying myself as a likely example of this assumed group, I realized that I can actually answer this question....and, there's good news and bad. Yes, my approach to love and relationships creates a pattern whereby, yes, not only will I fall we short of most humans statistics in the field of "time spent in a relationship(s), during which, after establishing and continuously improving upon, some kind of positive connection, neurotransmitters light the mind and spirit causing the participants of these to resemble someone connected to a Peruvian Flake IV. Sure, they'll experience intermittent heartache when these connections prove themselves either false, insufficient, or become outdated...but starting the process anew is infinitely easier for most than myself. NOT. ONLY. THAT. Your second assumption, that we give away a great deal of "unrequited love" is not only correct, but insufficient. I actually have gone through life since middle school never being willing (or able) to seriously date more than 2 people known by me...very often, the number is 1. Because, to use your verbiage, I operate by "vibe." I am affected very little by what I observe in others' actions...and even less by their conversational verbiage and subject matter. I can't list a "criteria" of preferred traits because I have, at one time or another, been taken by nearly the entire gamut...in short, it doesn't seem to make a difference. My invisible switch, if you will, is either flipped, or it's not. This may sound insane, but truthfully, how often, after getting to know a man well, has his actual character at all resembled the full body costume he sported during the first few months of your relationship? How much help did asking all sorts of questions and learning his daily routine end up providing? Anyway, yes, I have spent much time longing and precious little actually getting where I wanted with the "responders" lol....strangely enough, while the intuitive process did a decent job predicting who I could love. Love and compatability are two very different things. I had plenty of love free sex during my youth, but eventually dismissed it as something, more often than not, nowhere near worth the trouble....certain people and situations are exceptions, of course. I know you are skeptical of this tale (would introducing you to people who heard me tell it in 2002 make a difference?) Anyway, I'll skip the details, but the aforementioned "switch" was not simply flipped but blown to pieces in a violent explosion by you. Need I mention..this is not a conscious choice on my part (the method described) While I definitely, again, would very much appreciate and be forever grateful for the chance to see and speak to you....I don't think that, unless you had a similar reaction to me as I did to you, or developed feelings in spite of absence, it likely will not ever be something you would be willing to attempt to make work (I go all out) But, that was always, obviously, an acknowledged possibility....you do not need to be afraid of me, no matter what your feelings are or aren't. There are a million blanks that I could fill in if you ever become interested in hearing me do so....but, to clarify, when I, for example, refuse to date you in the midst of a poly nest....there is acreason for this that is not entirely selfish. Love you. May the next fuckin' thing I read of your's be a Starbucks address?

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Devotion or Delusion (Part 1) || Doctor Strange x Reader

Word count: 3.4K WARNINGS: DS:MoM and Endgame References. HeavyAngst. CharacterDeath, Loss/Grief. A/N: First of all, sorry but I just love Angst so much, I can't get enough of it so I had to get this out of my head. I hope you guys enjoy <3 I still need to make a tag list (I'm still a tumblr noob) Please let me know if you want to be tagged every time I post a story! ^_^ ***Strictly do not: claim, repost, copy, translate my stories anywhere else***

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In partial darkness, you lay on the dirt and rubble trying to stay conscious as much as possible. The air was thick with dust, yet it wasn't clear whether the dust was causing your eyesight to blur or if it was actually your vision that’s affected. Despite the fact that Barton was in front of you, you couldn't make out where the person was even though you could hear a muffled voice calling your name. Because of your ringing ears, Clint's voice was difficult to hear; he was cautious about shaking you and was trying to keep you awake, but clearly, because of the concussion you sustained to the back of your head, you were seeing stars. Shortly after Banner snapped his fingers to restore everyone to life, Thanos' ship came from the past and blasted the Avengers compound. The building got completely blown to bits, and you are one of the people who suffered in the aftermath of it.

In the midst of attempts to contact the rest of the team, Barton repeatedly raised his voice, dread and desperation evident in his tone, asking, "Can anyone copy? (Y/N)'s in critical condition, she needs medical assistance NOW." He watched your vitals like a hawk to make sure you're still breathing, your neck still pulsating. Despite searching for a way out multiple times, Barton was unable to find one, so he had no choice but to blast through the cement. Before deciding where he would shoot the explosive arrows, Barton surveyed the area thoroughly to determine the best distance from which to fire them.

“Come on kid, stay with us please, we just got everybody back!” Clint kept on talking to you still, but in the end he ended up yelling out of distress and a desperate effort to keep you alive as long as possible.

He has already lost someone very dear to him and could not do anything about it; and he doesn't know how he would deal with losing another friend on the same day, especially when you've still got a chance to live.

He carefully picked you up from the ground, your body partially limp from your injuries; he immobilised your head to prevent further injury that may cause paralysis. Barton placed you undercover before he blasts a way out of the rubble. He grabbed one of his explosive arrows, gently connecting the arrow to its nocking points, his muscles shaking from fatigue as he pulled the bowstring back while he aimed at the safest place to shoot. Even when under pressure, Clint's skills did not betray him, he quickly dropped down and shielded you with his body as cement flew from all directions.

As soon as you heard another explosion, you felt that suddenly your surroundings were becoming brighter. You felt yourself being lifted off the ground once more by Clint, you could guess that he was shouting for help as both of you emerged from the ground. 

The expression in your eyes looked empty as you stared towards the darkened skies which were tainted orange by the fires that burned the earth. Ashes danced in the air as they rained down towards the area, which had once been a place of peace but now was turned into a battlefield. 

Pepper who was in her armoured suit landed gracefully a few metres away from Clint who was looking hopeless with your upper body cradled in his arms. Pepper urgently ran towards the both of you. Concern filled her eyes seeing the severity of your injuries, "F.R.I.D.A.Y, scan (Y/N)'s vitals please." 

"Scanning," The A.I. scanned your through her helmet, "Fortunately no major damage to her spinal cords but she is suffering traumatic brain injury, oxygen saturation dropping, blood pressure and heart rate dropping at an alarming rate, sending S.U.M.A (Stark Urgent Medical Assistant) to your location, ETA approximately five minutes." The A.I. spoke with Pepper, as both her and Clint comforted and reassured each other through their eyes.

Despite all the chaos and destruction going on around you, you were feeling calm and your muscles were relaxed as though you were floating on a calm ocean. Memories that you held close to your heart flashes before your eyes, it felt like a compilation film your brain had prepared for this moment, the moment where your life was slipping away— then all faded to black just like every beginning.

•••

The reason why Stephen asked Wong, "Is that everyone?" After they exited through the portal, was because he couldn’t find you. He was aware that they've been gone for five years, but to them it only felt like five seconds. He was expecting to fight alongside you, it would've been the fight of your lives, he expected you to brag about your kill count to prove that you were the better sorcerer— what he didn’t expect was this; you in an ICU bed, unconscious, intubated and your life depending on a machine.

Trying so very hard not to give in to his frustration, Stephen demanded, "Tell me what they've done to her." His voice was trembling in discontent, and he was trying so hard not to raise his voice either.

Christine and Stephen were having this conversation which felt like a dejavu. He did not want you to hear him pressuring her for information, so he went out into the hallway with them. 

"Stephen, you are not her next of kin, I can't just disclose confidential information about the patient," Christine explained in a calm voice, "You're a doctor, you know this."

Suddenly Stephen groans, losing just a little more of his patience, "She has no next of kin Christine, just in case you have forgotten. She works with me. So I'm asking, as a friend, can you tell me what they did to her?" His voice quaked in the air. 

It was evident by his appearance, the man had been deprived of sleep for a few nights, which may be affecting his ability to reason. With each passing day, his bloodshot eyes became more obvious, and the circles under his eyes became more prominently darker. 

Christine stared at him as she contemplated and began feeling sorry for him, "By the time she arrived here, she had severe intracranial hypertension and decreased cerebral perfusion. They had to perform an emergency decompressive craniectomy, you know how the rest goes."

"Christ..." he muttered, squeezing the bridge of his nose, profanely dismissing their intervention as laughable, "I usually recommend craniectomy as a last resort, couldn't they punch a hole in her skull before, I don’t know? taking large chunks out?!" He said sarcastically, unable to contain his emotions this time and raised his voice, agitated.

The woman sighed deeply, her sentiments changing towards Stephen while his arrogant side was grinding the gears in his mind, "This is why I didn’t want to tell you Stephen, because you always think you could've done better." 

"I COULD... have done better." Stephen kept his voice raised till Christine flinched at his words, then he was forced to lower the volume of his voice, "I don't think, I can do better. I know, I could have done better." His voice was stiff as he pronounced the word 'better', his facial muscles twitching. 

She snapped, pressing her lips together and rolling her eyes inward, "I believe the treating team did the best they could under the pressure of the situation. Why can't you just be thankful she is still alive?" She asked.

As Stephen pointed out to you through the window, he let out a dry laugh, "You call that living?" He asked Christine.

The woman shook her head, no way would she be able to make her way past this man's thick skull, "You answer that question yourself Stephen, because nothing in the world will ever be good enough for you-"

"She fucking was!" Stephen exploded from exasperation, "And she still is, I can't lose her now." Suddenly, he was overcome with tears as he finally confessed his inner feelings. As soon as those tears spilled, he was able to wipe them off and suppress them as quickly as he had let them out. 

"Then you’re going to have to allow us to do our jobs and don't interfere." Christine calmly, yet firmly insisted on Stephen.

•••

The Sanctum felt cold and dark without your presence, so quiet that Stephen could almost hear the memories of you bothering him with questions about certain spells as you advanced with your magic. 

You were born for the mystic arts and you always bragged about it to Stephen, threatening him to take the title of Sorcerer Supreme. 

You tripped Stephen onto the ground and while he tried to get up, you leapt into the air, creating an illusion of steps to rise higher and fly through the air, landing a flying punch on Stephen's cheek. "Remember the first rule? Never underestimate your enemy?" You asked Stephen when you had his arm in a twist while your knees pinned him down, facing the ground.

“I don’t know who taught you how to fight but there usually isn’t this much talking.” Stephen retorted and headbutted your chin before effortlessly flipping you over on top of his body and locking you in a joint-lock; his legs around your waist, and his arms holding your head in a choke hold, “If you don’t want to be underestimated then start by practising strengthening your grip.”

You clenched your jaw around his strong arms, which were close to cutting off your air supply, you hit his arm as a sign of surrender, and he let go instantly, leaving you gasping for breath and coughing for air. You clutched onto your chest and glowered at him as he walked around you, “What the hell Strange? Are you trying to kill me?” It was your intention to shout, but the words came out raspy.

“Trying to give you a realistic lesson was all I was doing.” Stephen shrugged and tilted his head mockingly, still watching you catch your breath, “Correct me if I’m wrong but didn’t you say you’d rather have me choke you than have Wong teach you magic?”

‘Oh he heard that?’ You thought to yourself and turned your gaze away from him, biting the inside of your cheek in an effort to hide your embarrassed smile. As Stephen noticed your cheeks turning red he became aware that you were expressing a different meaning.

Stephen blinks awkwardly, “Ah...” He let out a breathy laugh in an effort to release the weird tension in the air.

The feeling of being extremely flustered made it difficult for you to stand up to your feet. The situation made you feel so embarrassed that you wished the ground would just eat you up and make you disappear. After such an effort, you finally stood your ground, "I guess my training is over, so I plan to leave now." You said almost robotically, your figure turning around stiffly before bolting away.

This particular memory of you made Stephen chuckle, it was so obvious to him that you liked him even though you tried so hard to lie to him about it. Deep inside he knew he felt the same way about you but never acted on it because he was scared of a lot of things; scared of losing something he can’t replace. Now, he regrets not making a move on you when he should have, his mood turning bitter and sour the more he thinks about the matter. 

•••

4 days later.

It was four in the morning and Stephen sat near your bed, his upper body lying at the edge of it, waiting for you to squeeze his hand that never left yours. Even though he wasn't supposed to be there, who could stop him when he was so easily capable of opening a portal to you? He would sneak into your room every night to sit by your side and catch up on the hours he had missed being with you over the last five years.

During the course of the morning rounds, a nurse came in to see you and was startled by Stephen’s silhouette. Stephen had fallen asleep, clinging onto your hand as he lay at the edge of your bed. The staff member didn't even question how your visitor was able to enter, knowing that you were an Avenger. She quietly did her morning rounds before leaving the man to be alone with you in the room again. 

Stephen woke up when he heard the sounds of the door sliding closed just before the nurse left the room. He immediately jumped up when he realised he had fallen asleep, and rubbed his puffy tired eyes. His initial hopes that he would wake up to you having regained consciousness was crushed. He glanced at the monitor displaying your vital signs and was relieved that everything was at least somewhat stable.

From behind Strange, a portal appeared, and Wong, who was now the Sorcerer Supreme, appeared from Kamar-Taj. Stephen took a quick glance at his friend, but he didn't say a word to him. On the bench by the window, Wong sat contemplatively, looking at the ground as he quietly gathers the words to say from his mind, his heart breaking for you, one of the most talented sorcerers. 

“In spite of searching in the astral plane, I was unable to find her.” Stephen muttered in a hoarse voice after having just gotten up from his sleep. Wong remained quiet, his eyes stuck to the ground. Stephen snapped his head towards Wong, anticipating him to say something, however, Wong didn't.

Wong glanced at Stephen who looked at him with wary eyes, “Perhaps her soul never left her body.” Wong finally spoke.

"Perhaps." Stephen repeated, his attention now once again focused on you, his thumb gently stroking the back of your hand, “But that’s not all there is, is there?” Stephen asked, noticing that Wong seems to know something he does not know. 

Suddenly Wong's eyeline glistened with salty water as he found it extremely difficult to find the words to say what was in his mind; what he and Christine discussed a few hours before over the phone. 

After being silent for a longer period of time than he'd like, Stephen looked at Wong again. Wong's reaction to Stephen's question left no words needed to be said. Stephen felt an unpleasant, heavy, sinking sensation in his chest and stomach, he had seen that look so many times before.

“No,” Stephen shook his head in denial, “No, no, no, no.” Stephen scooted closer, bringing your hand against his lips, tears streaming down his cheeks as he closed his eyes, whispering, “(Y/N) wake up, please I’m begging you, wake up.” Stephen’s voice came out cracked and broken against the cool palm of your hand. 

“Stephen,” Wong called him, his voice trying to remain strong, “Christine gave me an unexpected call last night,” Wong paused to ease Stephen into it, “Christine said that her brain activity has been declining over the course of a few days... I won't explain to you the meaning since you are the best person to understand.”

Wong was correct, Stephen knew well of what’s to come next. You were entering the vegetative state and it would only be a matter of days or even hours before you become brain dead which would eventually lead to your passing.

Stephen suddenly felt like he was running out of time, “You threatened me that you’ll be Sorcerer Supreme when I come back remember? So why does Wong have that title? I know you can hear me, I'm right here, I'm back and I'm never leaving your side again. Please–you can’t leave me like this, I h-have so much I want to say to you-" Stephen uttered while sounding incoherent to Wong, his words getting caught in his throat as his breathing became irregular, his face flushed a deep shade of red, and his features scrunched up as he tries to embrace the pain he was feeling at the centre of his chest. He couldn’t care less about how he looks right now.

“I don’t know if this will give you comfort but know that she always loved you, Stephen.” Wong, having to see Strange give in to his emotions like this for the first time, placed his hand over Stephen's shoulders giving it a firm squeeze before leaving through the portal teary eyed.

“I’m so sorry I couldn’t be there to protect you.  This is exactly what I had feared, and that's why I kept my feelings hidden from you but deep inside I was praying that you and I might end up together, but now I feel as though I have wasted the love you had for me and it’s all my fault. I should’ve told you what you meant to me but I guess this is the cross I have to bear for my pride. 

So before you go, I want you to know that I love you. I will miss the warmth of your smile, I’ll miss the way you get flustered in my presence, the way your eyes shine when you look at me; and when I look up at the stars I will remember you.” He swallows hard as he leaned over you to plant a long kiss on your forehead, savoring your scent. He sat back staring at you, trying to take in your visage in person as much as he can, your hands still under his hold, not wanting to let go.

•••

Many of those who knew you came to pay their respects to you after you left this world about two and a half months ago. The majority of those who were present, were now trying to put their lives back together, it was understandable that they all have issues they need to handle. Stephen, however, wasn't one of them.

Stephen wore his grief all too well and it showed in his appearance. With his face so long out of the sun, it seems almost as if it has been leached, which accentuated the dark shadows under his sunken eyes. A shadow is cast over his cheeks by his protruding cheekbones, making his features look gaunt and thin along with his long and unkempt facial hair. Too broken to move on, he became frozen in time, his heart becoming colder and bitter while the world around him forgot that you ever existed. 

But how could he move on when everything that surrounded him reminded him of you. You had left your mark in every spell book and every corner of this Sanctum which now felt lonely and eerie, he didn’t dare look into your favourite areas to hang around in, scared to face the reality of you not being there, smiling at him. Every night he dreamt of you, waking up each day leaving him emptier, the hole in his chest bigger; a void that nothing can seem to fill.

Everyone around him seemed to be finding the happiness they were looking for and when Christine got married, she hoped Stephen would be able to find happiness. That night when he came home and had an epiphany; he would find his happiness even if it meant travelling to a different world where it had you in it.

Until he had memorised every page of the Darkhold like the back of his hand, Stephen did not rest. He doesn't care if it takes months, years or decades, only when he finds you in another world then will be able to find peace. He will not stop and he won’t let anyone get in the way.

Due to the intensity of grief that he felt for you, he was blinded to what was happening inside him, as the Darkhold used his vulnerability to fuel his desire to dreamwalk in search of you in another universe. To his dismay, he only found more of himself doing the same mistakes as he did; universe by universe the same mistake again and again and again. The more he dreamwalks the more his self-loathe grows out of control— so he did his own variants a favour and saved them from their future suffering and he called this, mercy.

The sky cracks and rumbles as dark clouds roll over the city of New York, Wong rushed outside of the Sanctum after failing to find Strange inside it. Panic and mania drove people to run and drive wherever they can, matter was melting all around him, the fabric of reality was breaking all because of Stephen’s recklessness. Wong ran back inside to find Stephen at the third floor, peering out the window, watching the world around him pay for his arrogance.

“What have you done?” Wong asked in a sharp tone. 

With an evil glint in his eyes, he turned ever so slowly around, a grim sadistic smile spreading from the corners of his mouth,

“Things just got out of hand.”

[genshin-no-simp]

Diluc x Reader - Birthday Boy (Smut)

Pairing: Diluc x You/Reader (Female)

Sexual conent below the cut

Warnings: semi-public sex, tummy bulge? fluff ending.

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It took a weeks worth of preparation on your part to get everything in place, all for this one day. This one special day. But it was worth it.

After all, Diluc did deserve rest on his birthday.

You made sure there was nothing that needed doing, nothing that warranted Diluc to leave the comfort of the Manor. You were exhausted but you knew this was only a fraction of the work that Diluc did. It was your motivation to make sure everything was in order, of course with the help of Elzer and Adelinde.

And when the night before his birthday approached, you reassured him that he could take this chance to sleep in for once. Diluc wasn't against the idea but he wasn't sure if his body clock would allow him to sleep in. But little did he know, he was exhausted and only once he hit this pillows did he realize this.

When Diluc had finally woken, he groaned softly bringing his hand up as he ran his fingers through his unruly morning hair, that's when he noticed you weren't beside him. In an instant he shot out of bed, looking around. You never got out of bed before him. About to leave the bed himself his door opened and your figure came into view. You were still in your night dress. Diluc sighed in relief, then raised his eyebrow at the tray.

"What's this?" His voice low and husky since he had just woken up.

You weren't going to lie, his voice was enough to set a fire burning inside you. But today was about him. You smiled with a giggle.

"What does it look like? Breakfast of course. So sit back in bed." You came to his side of the bed.

From this close up Diluc could see properly just how little your night dress left to the imagination. Then he realized, you went to the kitchen like that, and he frowned, anyone could have seen you, which seemed to pissed him off.

"Don't worry I had the kitchen to myself, only Adelinde, Moco and Hillie are here at the moment." You knew what was running through his head. Diluc had a tendency to get overly possessive sometimes. But it's one of his faults that you fell in love with regardless.

Diluc looked away, half embarrassed and half ashamed that you knew without a doubt that he didn't want other people, especially men to see you like this. You gave another soft giggle setting the bed table down.

Diluc cleared his throat and looked at you, "what's the occasion?" He then lowered his gaze to the food and didn't know where to start, everything looked so enticing. He smiled at the eggs that you put a little extra effort in to make look like hearts.

You sat on the opposite side of him careful not to knock the glasses of grape juice over on the tray. You gave a little hum.

"Well what day is it?" You asked him instead. Diluc tilted his head, pulling the fork from his mouth. Once he was finished chewing he spoke.

"Friday." He stated matter of factly.

"Yes, but what date is it?" You cocked your head to the side, watching him. He totally forgot about his birthday didn't he? You thought to yourself.

"Um..." Diluc didn't know why but he felt pressured, as if you would give out to him, if he got this wrong.

Was it your birthday? No that's not till a few months.

Was it your anniversary? No that just passed.

At this point you were struggling to keep your laughter in.

"Luc, come on. It's your birthday." You rolled your eyes laughing.

Then it clicked, it suddenly made sense, from why you told him to sleep in, to breakfast in bed.

"That's it?" He asked, indifferently.

"What do you mean 'that's it's? You only get one birthday, and I'm going to make sure you get the most out of it." Diluc could hardly deny you, not with how passionate you were about it. But it's just another day, birthday or not.

"I appreciate the sentiment, but there's still work-"

"I do believe there is nothing for you to do today. Everything is already taken care of. It's you day." This time you were much more calmer as you smiled sweetly at him.

Now he definitely couldn't say no. He had a feeling you did a lot to get him this day of peace. Besides it's been so long since he's actually celebrated his birthday. Not that he cared to remember it considering what happened all those years ago...but maybe now is the time to move on from that, it's getting real tiring anyway.

Diluc smiled at you, yes from now on he will celebrate his birthday with you.

Diluc had to admit, it was nice, having all this free  time AND getting to spend it with you. The two of you spent most your time outside, walking through the vineyard and occasionally eating a grape or two, at one point you started playing hide and seek. Instead of finding it childish, Diluc found it oddly refreshing. Just being able to let loose for once.

Currently he was hiding, making sure to keep his eye out for you and staying on the move, it was cheating of course but it added to the fun, but you were an expert at hide and seek and knew all the tricks in the book. Just as he turned around, you seemingly popped out of nowhere.

"Found yooou~" you giggled tackling him into a hug.

Caught of by both your sudden appearance and the hug he fell backwards onto the ground.

"Thought you could escape me huh?" You nuzzled into his neck.

Diluc chuckled holding you close to his body.

"I thought I would've had a better chance than that." He admitted.

You sat up on his chest, while he propped himself up his elbows. The light from the sun creeped through the cracks of the vineyards many grape pergolas. It wasn't the most private of places but nobody would notice the two of you unless they looked.

Cupping Diluc's cheek, you leaned down to kiss him, which without hesitation he accepted. It was a delicate kiss, both of you could feel the love and affection that you held for each other. It was truly something.

When you went to pull away from the kiss, Diluc pulled you back for more, shifting his weight onto his left arm, his right arm snaked around your waist his hand pressing agaisnt the middle of your back, giving you no chance to move. Diluc wasn't done with you just yet.

Gripping his shoulders you pushed him back down onto his back, Diluc gave a mental sigh finally able to take the pressure off his left arm. Now he had both his around wrapped around you securely. He made you feel so safe, you never wanted to leave his arms but lucky for you, he wasn't going to let go anytime soon.

It wasn't long before his hands started to wander, touching and caressing your body. Soft gasps and pants escaped from you, Diluc used every opportunity to dive into your mouth. The intensity of the kiss was making you lightheaded, but in a good way. Your body burned and your heart was racing. You could tell Diluc was the same, you could feel his heart pounding against his chest right under your hand, not only that but at how brazenly he lifted your pale mint dress up to touch your bare skin. It made you shudder, Diluc had opted to be gloveless today, it was certainly a change in pace compared to his usual leather. Being able to feel his skin on yours right away was making you feel impatient.

Finally allowed to pull away from the kiss, a string of saliva followed. Diluc gazed at you with hooded eyes, his normally bright ruby eyes, dark and heavy with lust. You licked your lips, sitting up on him once again. One of the straps on your dress slipped down your shoulder. Diluc held back his growl and his urge to flip you over. You weren't even trying to seduce him and he was already under your spell.

Gripping your thighs he pushed you lower down until your clothed womanhood rubbed against the bulge in his pants. You failed to catch the moan before it fell from your lips. Diluc smirked, knowing you were just as excited as he was right now.

Diluc was planning on teasing you some more before you had decided to take back some control. Abruptly you grinded yourself against him, biting your lip. It was Diluc's turn to let out a surprised moan as his hips bucked up into yours.

"Ah~ Diluc." You fumbled for his belt buckle. If Diluc wasn't as impatient he would've chuckled and teased you. Maybe it was the sun, maybe it was the free time or maybe it was just you. But he wasn't complaining. Diluc hissed in relief, feeling his member finally free of its painful confinement.

You were going to lower yourself further but he grabbed your arm pulling you into a kiss.

"No time for that." He breathed heavily between kisses. Of course there was time he just wasn't interested in that right now, he just wanted you, in which case he used his Vision to burn the sides of your underwear and discard the rest.

Now with your underwear out the way, Diluc could feel how wet you really were. It was cute how excited you had gotten without any foreplay, perhaps the fact that you were technically out in the open played a part but regardless, he was happy that it was him who made you feel like this.

You moaned against the kiss feeling the tip of his member push against your awaiting hole. Breaking away from the kiss you pushed down against him, taking him all in at once.

"Fuck!" It was so strange hearing Diluc swear but it filled you with a strange sense of pride knowing you were able to break his nobility.

The stretch of taking him all at once burned but it felt good. It was certainly much greater compared to when he would prepare you first. But you weren't complaining at all. Tilting your head back with a moan you began to bounce up and down, your slick made it easy to slide up and down. You gripped the front of Diluc's shirt for support as he snapped his hips up into yours. A series of wanton moans escaped your lips, the harder and faster Diluc went.

Your head fell forward your eyes glossy and your pupils blown wide with pleasure. Now both your dress straps had slid down your shoulders, making Diluc lose his mind. He gripped your hips so tight, there wasn't a doubt that there would be fingerprints even through the dress. You choked on your moans as you swore you could feel Diluc in your stomach. He was reaching places you never thought possible, or your were so drunk on pleasure it just felt that way, but it didn't matter what was the truth, it was fantastic.

"Ngh, haA~ mm close..." you struggled to get the words out.

Diluc grunted thrusting upwards even faster, you had struggled to keep up before but now it was just impossible. It wasn't long before you came all over him. Diluc wasn't too far behind, feeling your release edged him into his, you felt his hot seed fill you up more than your already were, you threw your head back with a shameless moan of his name. You were certain everyone around and in the Manor had heard you. But Diluc didn't care, let them know who was and had made you feel good.

You panted heavily as your body shook from the after math of your orgasm. Diluc too was desperately gasping for air as he came down from his high. Letting a soft puff of air, you looked down at Diluc and grinned leaning in to kiss him. He chuckled kissing you back.

Getting off Diluc he fixed his pants as you picked up what was left of your underwear.

"Luc." You pouted, "you ruined my panties." You huffed and rubbed your legs together, you could feel some of his cum dripped down your thigh.

"My love, they were ruined before I even touched them." He winked with a cocky smirk.

Your face flushed a deep crimson as you looked away from him, Diluc smiled wrapping his arm around your waist tenderly.

"Come on, let's go take a bath." He smiled gently, ushering you back towards the Manor. You snuggled into his side contently.

During the short trip back inside, not one of the employees dared to look in your direction. Instead of it making you feel better you felt embarrassed. You weren't surprised that they heard you but they didn't have to make it so obvious.

"Luc, nobody would look at me." You sounded more mortified than you intended as you pulled your dress off, which only added to Diluc's amusement.

"Good, they shouldn't be looking at you in the first place." He stated stripping himself of his own clothes.

Upon returning to Diluc's private quarters, you were both pleasantly surprised by the already drawn bath, with scattered rose petals and scented candles. It seems Adelinde knew exactly what the two of you needed. You were the first to settle into the bath despite Diluc's confusion, usually he got in first so you could rest against him, it felt weird that he was resting against you.

"Are you sure I'm not too heavy against you?" It was the fourth time he asked now.

"Oh for Celestia's sake Luc, I'm not made out of glass, I'm fine. But you won't be if you keep asking." At least you gave him a warning which he took to heart, despite not having a Vision yourself, you were very capable of looking after yourself.

"Alright, alright." Diluc sunk a little lower into the tub, his head now resting between your boobs.

"Oh." He said softly, he hadn't expected this to be so comfortable. You giggled softly.

"Someone looks content." There was a lot of fondness in your voice that made Diluc's chest flutter. He let out a soft hum and closed his eyes when he felt your fingers massage some herbal shampoo into his scalp.

Diluc couldn't help but think about how lucky he was to have someone like you. Someone so caring and aware of his needs. He didn't expect to meet someone like you, or anyone in general for that matter. He thought he was going to be alone, forever, and he was okay with that. Until he had met you, he didn't at the time realize just how important you would be to him, but he knows now and he's incredibly grateful towards you and towards himself, for letting him step out of his comfort zone and let someone in again.

Before he knew it, Diluc had fallen asleep, between the soothing heat of the water, your massaging and the sweet sound of your voice, they had all lulled him into sleep.

"Luc? You listening?" You asked softly, "Luuuc~" you cooed. Perplexed with his quietness, you tilted your head to the side to peer into his face, where you noticed he had fallen asleep. You grinned with a giggle.

You were so preoccupied with talking, you didn't notice the change in his breathing, as it steadied out. But now you didn't know what to do. You knew you couldn't stay in the bath but you didn't want to wake him either. But you also knew the water wouldn't go cold anytime soon thanks to Diluc, placing a kiss to his damp hair, you decided to let him sleep for a little while longer. After all he deserved it.

[rawbins-undertale-blog]

hey there again!!!

might i slide in this fine ask box with another HC request?

if yes, then could you please write some HCs where uf and ht sanses and papyruses (seperate of course) s/o gets put in a hospital for a lil bit? you can decide what happened to s/o. maybe a bad heatstroke cuz its summer or something (totally not because its a bad heatwave where im living rn haha nope). idk, i just crave angst or hurt/comfort again from my fave skeletons.

if you're not up for this, its totally fine!!

thank you, have a chill day/night B)

- 🌌 anon whos sunburns arent stinging that much anymore B)

*Evil cackling* OH-HO-HO, yOU HAVE NO IDEA WHAT MONSTER YOU HAVE UNLEASHED…… I am an evil being who feeds off of angst and pain, and you’ve given me ample opportunity to make some of that sweet sweet angst >:-)))))))))

I tried to keep it ambiguous as to what you’re in for, mostly because I want you to be able to imagine heatstroke and me to be able to think “hahahah stab stab”! ^^

Also!!! The healthcare system in some other countries is fucking insane (like??? You guys have to pay to not die??????) so I’ll be going off of what I know about the healthcare system in Sweden where it’s free. (At least I’m 99% sure it’s free, except for like. Small things. For example, my antidepressants. I had to buy those myself when I was still on them.)

UF + HT BROS WHEN S/O IS IN THE HOSPITAL

Red (Underfell Sans):

He’s panicking so so bad, he’s terrified. What if you die?

Curses out anybody who tries to keep him from you, including the poor nurse who’s just doing their job

Actually he just. curses in general. He’s just spewing cuss words to seem angry instead of scared because That’s Definitely Better

Most likely out of all four to physically lash out at… well, anybody (except you obviously) lol

Red hates hospitals too, to make matters worse. He doesn’t know why, but they make him feel uncomfortable.

If somebody did this to you purposely and he’s not allowed by your side, he’s going out to find the person and kick their ass during that time lol

If nobody did this to you, he’s pacing and cursing and jfc Red, you do realise there are other people here right enjdjdjdjsjsk

This fucker tries to pull a “pfff nah i was never worried” but like. Red. Darling. Light of my life. Stars in my sky. Center of my universe. Bitch of my heart. Everyone can see right through your “anger” and literally your shaking voice is so not convincing. Get a better poker face and voice.

With some prodding, admits that finehewasscaredyou’ddieandhethoughthisheartstoppedforasecondwhichisweird’causehedoes’tevenhaveaheartanywaysthat’sovernowsowhocares

(He’s not great at expressing himself but it’s still progress)

WILL be staying right by you as you recover. You’ve no choice. (You do actually, he respects you and will back off if you tell him to)

Edge (Underfell Papyrus):

Oh no. Oh no.

Edge is trying his very best not to show any emotions but he’s not good at it because like. It doesn’t take a genius to see that him screeching angrily at people and demanding for the doctors to fix this is actually him poorly masking his fear. Edge doesn’t have the best poker face lol

He’s so pissed if he can’t stay right next to you the whole time. You’re his S/O!! What kind of bullshit is this?!

If you do need to be left alone with doctors and such things, Edge will do one or two things depending on why you're in the hospital, how bad what you’re in for is and for how long he can’t see you.

If you’re here for something like heatstroke - AKA something not brought on by somebody else - he’ll call friends and such while pacing and somewhat frantically share your current condition.

However, if anybody did this to you; and you’re in bad shape… Well, even fucking Satan will cower at the brutality of Edge’s revenge.

When he’s allowed to be, he’s by your side and - depending on why you’re in and for what - he might nag you for being careless, reassure you it wasn’t your fault, reassure you in general, and/or just stay silent.

It’s barely noticeable, but just noticeable enough, that you can tell that he’s shaking.

All it takes is a “are you okay?” For him to break and confess how scared he was.

For a moment he was back Underground and it was horrible and he felt so powerless and he hates that. He’s so, so happy you’re okay and he- he swears he’ll be with you on your way to recovery. Please just never get hurt again.

Dusk (Horrortale Sans):

If you thought Red and Edge were scared, just know it’s nothing compared to the absolute terror he feels.

Dusk knows how fragile the human body can  be. He’s seen horrific things happen to humans and monsters alike and he’s always hyper-aware of just how easy it’d be to kill and/or hurt you.

Logically, he knows you won’t die, he knows human anatomy well enough to know this is something you’ll bounce back from, but his instincts are going haywire and all he can think of are the mangled corpses back Underground. It doesn’t matter whether your condition has anything to do with broken limbs or not, because those pictures are what his mind is forcing onto him.

He refuses to leave your side. If he’s forced away from you by nurses/doctors/staff, he’ll protest but if he really can’t be by you for your safety, he’ll be anxiously hovering as close by as he possibly can. Whenever he’s allowed to touch you, he’s practically glued onto you.

If he’s sure it’s just the two of you, and you’re unconscious, he’ll probably cry.

He… He hates being reminded of your mortality. He hates the idea that any day could be your last. He doesn’t know what he’d do if you were gone.

(He’d dust, probably.)

If somebody else got your purposely hurt, he’s going to hunt them down after a while (after you’ve recovered enough for him to be comfortable leaving you alone for a bit). He’s not going to kill them, but he might rough them up a bit -- but most likely, he’ll just intimidate them and/or threaten them. (It’d be a different story if you were murdered.)

Whenever you’re conscious, he’ll do pretty much anything you say, so long as it won’t get you anymore hurt or risk stunting your recovery.

When you’re released from the hospital, he’ll be by your side nearly 24/7 because he hates the idea of you getting hurt again just because he wasn’t there to protect you.

Aster (Horrortale Papyrus):

Tries to look calm and composed, but he does about as poor of a job as his brother. He does better in that he doesn’t act out or get in the way of the nurses, but he’s also crying and shaking and sobbing and can’t stop.

You getting injured triggers him pretty badly. If you’re not bleeding, it’ll probably be “only” a bad anxiety attack, but if there’s any blood involved it’s escalating into a full-blown panic attack.

He’s a nurse himself, but I doubt he’d be allowed to work with the other nurses when it comes to you because of how unsteady he is. He’s not sure whether he’s thankful for it or not, because he doesn’t trust himself to do a good job but he also wants to be there for you. He trusts his colleagues, but it’s still nerve-wracking.

Just like the others, he’s glued to your side when he’s allowed to be. Very metaphorically. He’s the best of them all at giving you space, partially because he’s just more respectful lol and partially because he’s a nurse so he knows not to smother you with physical affection until you’re in the clear.

If somebody caused you to go into this state, he will just like Dusk go and find them. He won’t do anything physical, but he does intimidate the person very effectively. He’s a terrifying giant and he knows how to use that to his advantage.

When you’re fine again, he’ll be acting anxious and protective for a while. He feels really guilty about it (because he should be comforting you - plus, he’s a nurse! He’s seen way worse things on his job) but you’ll have to give him comfort. This whole thing didn’t inspire much positive feelings in him and it stressed him out a lot, it may honestly take more of a toll on him than it does you.

[dracowars]

Really love your draco ficsss 🤗🤗🤗 i was wondering if you can make one before the war where draco obliviated reader then looks for her after the war aaaa would love to see your take on ittt tag me

remember me | draco malfoy

pairing: draco x reader

word count: 1,8k

summary: where draco obliviates y/n

a/n: while doing research for this one i didn’t even know that when you use obliviate, you can’t reverse it anymore if you’ve used the wand for another spell :o i guess you always learn something new lmao @belladaises i hope you like it! <3

warnings: angst, mentions of blood

universe: harry potter

Footsteps and screams echo through the dark corridors of Hogwarts as Draco finds himself in one of the hallways after apparating there mere seconds ago. Getting to the right place at the right time, he immediately gets hold of some of the Slytherins, including his friends, whom he pulls with him, informing them about his – or rather Lord Voldemort’s – plan. Draco knows what he has to do, but he also knows the consequences his actions will have.

His hands are shaking, and he is having a difficult time to breathe after they walked from one side of the castle to the other, wands drawn and always at the ready in case there are any emergencies or incidents on their way. What Draco did not expect, however, is that he will find you along his way.

With a pained expression on your face, you lean against one of the cold brick walls, about to lose your footing and to fall to the ground when Draco is already at your side and catches you in his arms before you can hit the hard floor. Previously, he quickly ordered Blaise and Goyle to move on without him and wait for him until he is done here. Carefully, Draco sinks to the ground with you and places you close to him in order to be able to take a closer look at you.

“Y/N! Y/N, what happened?”, he asks you with concern in his voice and already reproaches himself internally for not being here to fight by your side. But he knows that he can’t. After all, you are on the opposite sides in this terrible war.

Slowly, you raise your head and do not seem to recognize him at first, until your vision clears, and you look directly into his worried face. You immediately push yourself closer to him, his closeness bringing you some calmness and making you feel protected and safe, although walls are blown up around you while wizards and witches give their lives in the bitter fight for Hogwarts.

“D-Draco? You are here”, you breath out, your voice rough and strained from your previous screams. You had split up into groups to face the Death Eaters, but you were separated from them when a part of the ceiling fell down, several pieces burying you beneath them. The hope that is now reflected in your eyes upon seeing him, here and with you, breaks Draco’s heart. You really think he is on your side.

It is only when you groan in pain that Draco realizes that you are clutching your leg, which is covered in blood.

“Come on, I will get you out of here”, he whispers to you and helps you straighten up, the guilt plaguing him. You are badly injured, and he was not here to prevent you from getting hurt. Carefully, he puts your arm around his shoulder so you can move faster together than if he would carry you. Since it is not anything than safe here right now, Draco hurries to get you out of there as fast as possible.

“It is not as bad as it looks. I promise”, you try to calm him down, but once your foot touches the ground you twitch in insufferable pain and pull your foot back with a hiss, your hand immediately going to your tigh where it hurts the most.

“What happened?”

“I was careless and then a part of the ceiling buried me beneath it.”

The shock on Draco’s face is enormous when he realizes what could have happened, how it could have ended with you laying under masses of bricks with no one knowing. That he could and still can lose you in this bitter war for life and death. Briefly, he carefully inspects your leg – broken – and without any hesitation, he picks you up in his arms and carries you to a safer place. The safest place would probably be where all students, who do not fight, are hiding, but if Draco asked you about it, he would have to pass this very important piece of information on. And thus, he would also leave you to a terrible fate.

“You are safe here. For the time being”, he finally says as he places you at the end of a staircase that no longer leads to where it originally should, and kneels down in front of you, stroking his hand over your cheek lovingly. Shaking, you place your own on top of his and press his palm to your skin to feel its warmth.

“Draco, if we make it to the seventh floor then-“

“Do not tell me. Please”, he almost begs you. His pleading leaves you puzzled and slowly but surely makes you doubt why he is actually here. Gently, Draco takes your hand in his and places a delicate kiss on your knuckles. You sadly watch him until you bring up the courage to ask this one question that burns on your tongue.

“Why are you here, Draco?”

The realization hits you like a train, much more painful than the pain in your leg, when he just looks at you with glassy eyes and fails to give you an answer. Tears well up in your eyes when you notice that you no longer have your loving boyfriend in front of you, but your enemy.

“Why, Draco?”, you ask him desperately, the first tear already finding its way down your cheek, but Draco does not have the heart to look into your eyes, too scared to see the pain and disappointment in them. Sighing, he shakes his head, letting it sink.

“Everything will be fine, I promise”, he manages to say while his heart contracts in pain. Suddenly, he perceives voices that are still far away, but he hears them coming closer. With trembling hands, he reaches for your wand, which is sticking out of your boot as he has made his final decision. Confused, you look back and forth between him and the wand in his hand.

“What are you going to do? D-Draco? You do not have to do this”, you stutter out as he looks directly at you with his gray eyes which seem much darker now. Gray eyes that once shone with so much affection and now only radiate a tremendous coldness that makes you shudder.

“Now listen carefully to what I say, Y/N. You have to promise me that you will not use your wand anymore”, Draco explains to you, but you can only look at him speechlessly while tears run down your cheeks in waterfalls, not knowing what he will do next.

“I am so sorry”, is the last thing he says to you before casting a spell. “Obliviate.”

With these words, Draco pulls any memories you have of him out of your mind. Every shared laughter, every shared grief, he frees you from all of it. He frees you from the burden of ever knowing him.

With one quick movement he puts your wand back in its original place and quickly stands up, watching how your face loses all emotion as you abruptly stop crying over nothing. Before he can regret his decision, he turns away from you and looks into the corridor from which he previously heard the voices. At the other end of the corridor, he discovers Neville Longbottom, who is running through Hogwarts with some students. Clenching his fists, Draco walks in the middle of the corridor, facing them from afar.

“Neville!”, Draco shouts as loud as he can, immediately gaining Neville’s attention, who now comes running towards him with his wand drawn, ready to attack. Draco swiftly runs back to where you still lean against the wall, but just as Neville turns around the corner, Draco disapparates to another part of Hogwarts.

You are safe at last.

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Surrounded by nothing but rubble and ashes, Draco wanders through the last remains of Hogwarts alone. His clothes are torn apart, and his face is soiled – all signs of the bitter fight that took place here before. But now it is over. They lost.

But Draco does not care who won or lost. He chose to switch sides in the end anyway. All he wants now is one more thing: to find you and to make sure you are okay. Every time he trips over a lifeless body on the ground, he looks away in fear that he may recognize your face in one of the corpses. Pressing his hand against his aching left shoulder, he walks into what is left of the Great Hall and a glimmer of hope builds inside of him as he recognizes Neville standing in the middle of it.

Quickening his pace, Draco walks towards him, his gaze fixed on the people he is currently talking to. When Draco gets to them, however, his heart sinks and panic pervades him as he does not see you. You are not here.

Desperately searching for any signs of you, he looks around, his pulse getting faster by the second, until Neville finally taps on his shoulder and points to somewhere behind him. Draco turns around immediately, only to see you limp into the Great Hall with the help of Ginny Weasley, improvised stabilization around your broken leg.

Tears of joy well up in Draco’s eyes and he cannot help but run up to you and close you in a tight hug that almost knocks the both of you off your feet. Draco exhales in relief, clutching his arms around your fragile body, glad to hold you in his arms again, until he notices that you are trying to push him away.

Realization his Draco and he abruptly moves away from you.

“What was that supposed to mean?”, you ask him reproachfully, irritated as to why Draco Malfoy almost suffocated you in a hug.

“I- Well-“, he stutters, but the fact that you actually do not know him anymore is driving an ache through Draco’s chest again. “Where is your wand?”

“Excuse me?”, you huff out, the confusion evident on your face, but Draco quickly reaches for you wand before you can react, which pokes out of your boot, as always. Internally praying that you listened to him and did not use it when he was not by your side, he reverses the Memory Charm and watches a white streak touch your temple, piercing through your skin before vanishing completely.

You blink once, then a few times rapidly, adjusting your eyes to the light and when your gaze falls on Draco, tears well up in your eyes right away.

“Thank God”, Draco sighs in relief and hugs you tightly, but this time you actually return the hug. Weeping, you claw your hands into his shirt, your tears wetting the fabric, whispering what an idiot he had been and that he should never do this to you again. But at this moment nothing else matters.

You survived and found each other again despite the difficulties and obstacles. And from now on nothing and no one will separate you again. Ever.

[silverynight]

Praise

Uraraka is right, Izuku thinks as she whispers something about not liking how much Bakugo is constantly insulting him.

"Kacchan is just like that," he says, trying to defend him, as always has. "He looks angry and curses a lot, but he's not bad."

"I don't like how he treats you," Uraraka insists, narrowing her eyes at him.

"I don't like it either," Todoroki cuts in, glaring at the table where Bakugo and his friends are eating at. He's yelling at them about something, but they don't seem to mind.

"You constantly praise him and compliment him and he just calls you 'idiot'," Uraraka mumbles furiously.

Izuku presses his lips together and considers the situation, maybe they have a point; he knows Bakugo likes when people praise him, but he clearly doesn't like it when Izuku does.

Perhaps he should stop at all.

***

He's so exhausted during a training exercise that even Aizawa looks at him and gives him permission to take a break. He sits on the floor next to him and takes the opportunity to take out his notebook.

Biting his bottom lip, Izuku starts writing every single thing he observes about his classmates' quirks.

He smiles to himself when he realizes how much Bakugo has changed; he's getting stronger now and has learned a technique or two in order to make his explosions last longer.

It's amazing; his lips part to say just that (as he always does) but he stops when he remembers the conversation he had with Uraraka earlier. He takes a deep breath and takes more notes instead.

The only good thing is that he doesn't have to stop himself from praising the rest of his classmates.

"That was great, Uraraka!" He says, beaming at the girl as she slowly gets down until she's really close to him. "I can see you can control better your need to puke. Also, I heard you could make a plane float the other day, that's pretty impressive."

Pleased, she smiles back at him before going back to her spot.

Izuku can hear a few explosions in the background.

"Todoroki!" The boy mumbles in awe; this time he's the one to approach since his break officially ended. "That's a whole new level of heat! How many degrees are we talking about?"

"I still don't know," the boy with mismatched hair says, staring back at him with a soft grin. "I'll let you know as soon as I find out."

"Great! Thank you!" Izuku beams, prompting Todoroki to look away as his cheeks turn slightly pink.

He keeps trying to exercise on his own for a couple of minutes before he gets distracted by Kirishima. He gasps when he realizes the boy can last longer with his body completely hard.

He mentions it out loud, as another furious explosion is heard next to them, and Kirishima giggles, rubbing the back of his neck, almost flustered.

"Thank you, Midoriya," he says, clearly pleased.

There's another explosion, this time louder, followed by a very angry scream. Bakugo has just blown up a huge column of cement.

"That's very manly, Bakugo!" Kirishima comments. Kaminari and Ashido praise him as well, although he doesn't seem to be paying too much attention to his friends.

Izuku realizes he's staring right at him with a frown upon his face.

His lips part, ready to tell him how amazing that was, but stops himself quickly, knowing it'll just end up with the other boy insulting him.

Turning around, he gets closer to Todoroki as he hears a growl, followed by another explosion.

"That's quite enough, Bakugo!" Aizawa scolds him.

***

"Alright. We'll start the sparring sessions today," Aizawa informs, as he walks around the room. He looks at the group quickly before pointing at Todoroki. "You're first. Alright, who wants to go against him?"

"ME!" Bakugo snarls, taking a few steps forward. Nobody is surprised, the blond has declared Todoroki his rival a couple of times already.

"Go, Bakugo!" Kaminari smirks.

"You can do it, Todoroki!" Izuku says almost at the same time. The boy looks back at him with a very pleased, but shy smile. He's blushing. "You have become quite stro–"

Before he can finish the sentence, Bakugo bares his teeth and tackles Todoroki to the ground.

Fortunately, Todoroki has had quite experience sparring so he manages to get Bakugo off by kicking him on the chest. However, he looks really pissed now.

They both do.

"No," Aizawa scolds before they can jump at each other's throats again. "I said sparring. Not dogfight."

He orders Bakugo to step back and chooses Ojiro instead.

Todoroki wins the new encounter pretty quickly.

"You both did great!" Izuku says immediately, already walking towards the boy with mismatched hair. "Todoroki, that was really impressive!"

"Do you really think so?"

"Of course! I think you've also become a little taller and stronger as well! You look ama–"

Bakugo tackles Todoroki a second time that day.

"That's enough!" Aizawa snarls, clearly angry. "Bakugo, get out!"

***

"Did you watch me, Deku?" Bakugo mumbles with a satisfied smile on his face. His team defeated class 1b team in five minutes.

It was amazing to watch. Especially considering that was all Bakugo's plan. Izuku can't help but grin when he realizes that he can actually work as a part of a team.

The frown upon Bakugo's face softens when he notices Izuku's smile.

When Ashido makes a comment to Bakugo about the way he used his explosions to fly on the air, Izuku reminds himself that Bakugo doesn't want an opinion or praise from a "nerd" like himself.

"Jiro! The thing you did with–"

Behind him Bakugo growls in frustration. Ashido is the only one that looks amused by his reaction.

"I was the one in charge!" He stomps in his direction until he's a few inches away from him.

"I... know?" Honestly, Izuku has no idea what Bakugo's problem is now. He wasn't even talking to him!

"Everything was my idea!" Bakugo growls.

"I didn't say it wasn't, Kacchan!"

Bakugo keeps glaring at him, it's almost like he's expecting something else from Izuku, but he has no idea what.

"Whatever!" He huffs, irritated, although he looks a little bit disappointed. He storms away quickly.

***

"I see you have... better control of your quirk now. That's... good."

For a moment, Izuku thinks he's dreaming or that Bakugo is being mind controlled. The rest of the class must be thinking something similar because they all look in utter shock.

They're back in the classroom; they had a training session earlier and spent almost an hour trying to come with special attacks.

Bakugo has turned on his seat to face him, even though his eyes are looking down the whole time.

"Uhh..." Izuku is flustered; he's not used to receive compliments from the other boy. "Thank y-you. You did great today."

The blond doesn't look up, but he nods as the ghost of a smile almost curls his lips upwards.

***

It keeps happening. Bakugo starts giving him advice as well; he gets closer to Izuku after each session and actually talks to him (instead of yelling) about his quirk.

Izuku doesn't understand.

He's also working harder than anyone else, to the point where it starts affecting him physically.

Izuku is amazed by his progress and part of him would like to tell the boy how impressed he is (like he used to) but Bakugo seems to be responding better when Izuku's compliments are not... that enthusiastic.

"Bakugo, even though you're doing an excellent job, you have to take it easy," Aizawa tells him, right after watching him blow up another rock that was on his way.

"I'm fine," he growls, prompting Izuku to roll his eyes at him.

He starts getting worried.

"You need to talk to him," Ashido corners him the next day, making Todoroki narrow his eyes at her. "It's getting worse. He's in the living room now, but he's planning to go to the gym."

"I don't think he'll listen to–"

"He will. Come on, Midoriya!"

Nervous, Izuku nods and shakes his head when Todoroki offers to go with him, he knows he has more opportunities if he goes alone.

"Deku," Bakugo turns his head up to look at him; there are shadows under his eyes. However, he doesn't frown at him.

"Kacchan, uhh... Why don't you take a break?" Izuku smiles shyly, rubbing the back of his neck. "You have surpassed all of us already and–"

"It's not enough."

"What?" Izuku can't hide his concern anymore. "What do you mean? You'll only exhaust yourself!"

Bakugo looks away, clenching his teeth.

"I'm not good enough for you..."

The last thing it's said in a furious whisper, but Izuku manages to hear it anyway.

"I never said that!" He's alarmed and confused. Worried about the way his voice gets louder, he looks around, but realizes they're still alone.

"But it's different now! You don't... praise me anymore!"

Izuku blinks as Bakugo finally gets up from the couch to look at him in the eye.

"I thought you didn't like it! At least when I did it!"

"Are you kidding me?" Bakugo hisses. "All my life I've been trying to impress you!"

Feeling his cheeks like they're on fire, Izuku covers his face and groans.

This doesn't seem real, but it must be otherwise his body wouldn't be hurting from the training session.

"You always yelled at me whenever I complimented you so I thought–"

"I'm sorry," Bakugo cuts him off, voice rough. He's staring at his own feet. His eyes are hidden by his own hair, but he sounds like he's desperate. "I did that so you wouldn't notice how much I liked it. It's not an excuse... I just–I'm truly sorry."

Taking Bakugo's face in his hands, Izuku makes him look up.

"I forgive you," he mumbles, cheeks turning red. When he notices that Bakugo seems relieved he keeps going: "I... didn't say anything to you about your progress for the past weeks... But I have a few notes in my journal if you... want me to read them."

"I'd like that," Bakugo says after a couple of seconds. Izuku has never heard his voice sound that soft... ever.

"Great!" Izuku beams, taking out his notebook. Bakugo sits on the couch, trying to fight the smile curling his lips up. "However... You have to promise to go to bed early instead of going to the gym."

"Fine," Bakugo rolls his eyes. He takes Izuku's arm and pulls him closer to him.

"Wait! How do I know you're not lying to me?"

Something changes in those red eyes, something that tells Izuku their relationship will evolve somehow.

He's not sure he's ready for that.

There's a dangerous glimmer in his eyes, but it's completely different from everything Izuku has seen before. It makes him shiver.

"Well... you can always come to my dorm and make sure I stay there the whole night," Bakugo smirks.

Izuku freezes for a moment, feeling as the blush spreads down to his neck. No. Bakugo cannot be flirting with him, because Izuku doesn't know how to deal with that.

He starts missing the insults and the yelling.

"There's n-no need," he stammers. "I believe you."

"Come here, Izuku," Bakugo takes him by the waist and sits him on his lap.

"Kacchan, wait!" Izuku squeaks, knowing he'll die soon if things keep like that.

"Read me your notes," the blond blatantly ignores him, putting his arms around his waist as he settles his chin over his shoulder.

"O-Okay," he mumbles, giving in.

The others find them just like that when they walk back in the living room. Izuku tries to move, but Bakugo's arms are like they're made of steel around him. He cannot move.

Ashido winks at them.

"Glad to see you're in such good terms now," she giggles before joining the other girls.

Oddly enough, after the shock vanishes, the others keep talking to each other as if nothing had changed. Uraraka gives him a reluctant thumbs up while Todoroki narrows his eyes at Bakugo.

"You promised to read to me, Deku," the boy whispers, pulling him closer while Izuku nervously starts looking for Bakugo's page.

He's not sure if he'll ever get used to this (whatever has changed between them) but he must admit he kinda likes it.

***

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[yinses]

—hawks ft. established relationship + dom!keigo + exhibition + overstim

rating: 18+ a/n: thank you so much to @ultimate-astridwriting​ for allowing me to be part of this collab !! it was the shove i needed to get back into the fandom. hawks has always been my favorite hero so i hope to do him justice.

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fist pressed against his cheek, he browsed over the sight before him, taking it all in without considering really any details. fighting a smirk, he cocked an eyebrow.

“i’m not feeling the color. change it for the other one.”

to be frank, he had no particular preferences for color, design, texture or any of that shit–though, he did have a weakness for anything with a pretty flare to it, the air of innocence that he loved to bathe you in with all the frills and fluff. however, it didn’t mean that he wasn’t fond of deciding which palettes suited you best. but he had a specific reason as to why he voiced that particular opinion of his.

sale’s representatives, all mascara-lined eyes and glossy lips, held your hands by your side  in a surrendering position as they paraded you in front of your boyfriend as though this was his own private fashion show. and in a way it was, he’d spent good hard earned money renting out the area for a few hours. enjoying it all from his throne placed perfectly in front of the changing rooms, watching how you were dragged in and out by the forceful employees with him picking out what items you wore.

the clatter of the sale’s girls dragging you back in the changing room again, drew him from his thoughts. you were a flushed mess, struggling to wriggle away from their sharp nails while insisting that you could walk on your own. overall, you'd have been rather accommodating to his whims. but you always were. and as such a good girl, he would reward you for it. for now though, he couldn’t resist giving you a mocking smirk when you tried to grab him and failed miserably at that.

back to the prison of hands again, he noted, as they closed the door behind them and made a fuss over what you disliked and what he wanted. as more girls pecked at you to stay still while they taught you how to wear the clothing properly. outside, keigo waited patiently for them to be done as his eyes travelled from one end of the store to the other, looking at the fancy lingerie and wondering what would actually be perfect for you. but then again, to be painfully honest, you made anything here look good.

and then there's also another fact that he had to come to terms with.

he liked you best without anything on.

with only your bare skin, lying amidst the fluffy pillow with silken sheets tangled around your body. legs demurely spread, hands placed above your head and looking as though you were begging to be dominated. that was certainly the very image of excellence that any man could ever ask for. wanton eyes, warm cheeks, slightly parted lips, panting–ah, but you would gasp wordlessly as he’d stolen your voice many rounds prior. keeping his eyes peeled on the floor, the man shuddered briefly and rolled his shoulders back to remind himself that he was in a store and any further acts of indecency would totally be out of the question. especially when he remembered how you straddled him last night, thighs over his torso. sinking in inch by inch, throwing your head back when he bucked up a bit too hard on you–

"mr. hawks, what do you think of this?"

there you stood, with your hands still raised again, eyes watering under the torment of these awful ladies. biting your lips with warmth tainting your cheeks, hair cascading over your shoulders and meeting the body that was hugged by a pair of lingerie. strapless and curvaceous mounds of yours, covered with a brassiere. a matching panty, complete with small laces forming gathers on the hems as they trailed invitingly towards to garter at your thighs.

he stared.

and blinked.

only once.

"sir?" one of the older females repeated, raising her eyebrows. "…what do you think?"

trying to cover up the fact that his awkward silence was making the room uncomfortable with anticipation, keigo casually leaned backwards and crossed his legs together. his wings fluttered in reflection of his thoughts, rising and falling with each new epiphany. dark eyes walked all over your body, drinking in how your breasts were perfectly pressed together and how your legs trembled when his eyes stopped at the ribbons of the panty. finally hovering over your face, where when eyes met, your blush darkened and you immediately dropped your gaze to your bare feet. he smirked at that sinfully innocent reaction of yours.

coy today, were you not?

without skipping a beat, keigo drew out a card and threw it over to one of the sale’s girls, who fumbled as she tried to catch it with her clammy fingers. eyes still locked at your face, knowing that with his stare alone he was making you feel uncomfortable. and damn, he still loved seeing you squirm around like a virgin on her wedding night.

"i'm taking everything that she tried on just now," he answered loftily, still seated on the cushiony sofa, leaning his head against one arm and letting the other one tap rhythmically on the armrest. when the employees all squeaked out a pathetic noise of agreement, keigo allowed his lips to curve upwards in a smirk as he drawled out the next order; "charge what you need on it, i don't give a shit. and oh, and don't forget to charge what it takes to buy this section for another hour. turn off the surveillance too while you're at it because this area's mine from the time being."

needless to say, their faces instantly decolorized. but they wouldn’t challenge his demands. the brief raise of his massive scarlet wings was an unnecessary reminder as they stretch languidly without threat. he was a hero after all. who were they to challenge a frivolous form of stress relief?

he had no doubt that they had an inkling of what would occur over the next hour or so. but he was certain the gossip would get lost in the rumor mill.

hawks was a rather eccentric individual. what isn’t he up to these days?

keigo had never saw the staff evaporating and clearing the area within less than a minute as they closed off the doors behind them, leaving this particular section untouched for the next event that was about to take place.

it really did not make you feel any better though.

"little dove."

he watched as you jumped, realizing his attention was solely on you now. you raised your eyes to his again, locking eyes with deviously glinting ones. right now, at this moment, keigo knew how much power he held over you, and damn well he was about to abuse his privileges to no end. leaning snugly against the soft backing of the sofa, he cupped his chin with his palm and arrogantly raised an eyebrow when you shuddered under his disturbing gaze. you looked much as though you were lost and backed into a corner with nowhere else to go. keigo smirked; haughty, superior, dominating you single-handedly, and his other hand rose slightly from the armrest.

a single finger curled inwardly.

a low voice

commanding.

"come here, now"

you knew what came from that tone, but the words didn’t ignite the same spark as it did within the safe space of your home.

you only hesitated briefly, but it was still a second to long for his tastes as his lips already began curling down in disappointment. your heart rapped heedlessly against your ribcage, sent spiraling into an off-beat staccato as you quickly tried to alleviate the shift in mood.

never in your relationship had you considered denying keigo. not the man who laid out everything you could have asked for on a silver platter. it's just that-

your feet crossed the minimal distance necessary to appear agreeable though your face still twists in concern.

“really? …. you want to have sex …. here?”

fingertips grapple anxiously while your eyes dart across the empty but still very publicly accessible room.

“now?”

keigo already look bored with the exchange, digits curling once more with something just outside of patience.

“yes, now.”

his wings flex in consideration, yet he doesn’t move to rise form his seat. instead he changes tactics.

“i just want to show a bit of appreciation for all the pretty things i just bought you.’’

it sounds backwards … as if those should be the words coming out of your mouth not his. but the hint doesn’t come any stronger than the easy grin that spreads across his lips. he even makes a show of lounging back against the cushioned seat, body open in invitation should you dare.

and bite you did, teeth nibbling at the bait as you approach. keigo remains still, though his eyes dance with barely contained excitement as you gingerly crawl into his lap, fancy garments already rubbing enticingly against his thighs?.

the flap of his wings welcome gusts of winds and gratitude as his arms curl around you. the hand at your cheek tilts your head up to meet his gaze. it was always so easy for you to get lost in those specks of liquid gold. but now there was hardly any left to admire with the way his pupils were blown wide with lunch.

a shiver tickles your spine and you’re vaguely away that he’s kissing the line of your jaw, whispering soft words of encouragement as his hips raise to rock subtlety. it all left you shuddering in peaked anticipation as your worries melted into the recesses of your mind.

the hand cupping the roundness of your face stops you before you can lean in for more, the nose brushing against the tip of your nuzzling there in brief affection as he garnered the fraying tips of your attention. “yes?”

the fog of arousal abated a little at the question as your conscious thoughts swam back into the surface to input the code that would spiral you into your deepest desires.

“yes,” you verbally consented as you leaned up into him for a needy kiss. keigo swept his tongue out, meeting the the soft upper palate of your mouth with languid strokes. a rumbling trill greets you when you nibble in response. keigo eagerly chases you into a fevor of song and dance, building your body up to the inevitable fall he plans to send you crashing down in.

when he breaks the kiss, his eyes drop to the price tag still resting innocently against the swell of your bosom. he snaps it away from the fabric, uncaring of the threat against its delicacy as he tosses the flimsy paper to the side.

there were plenty more where it came from. and he was yearning to get the real show on the road.

“now then. how could i possibly show my thanks?”

nails dig into his shoulders for purchase as you rock traction into the firmness of his lap. keigo meets the upward curve of your hips with a sneaky dive of his hand between your thighs where his hand warms the skin there. 

you expect him to dip right in, cognitive of the spare time the two of you had to play. but as a dangerous smile twists at his mouth, you realize this is hawks time, a reality that flows differently than everyone else’s. 

“trying to decide if i want you to keep these on or not. “ he contemplates aloud, fingers plucking at the elastic.” i mean it would be a shame to leave them out.”

you nod mutely, ready to agree with whatever favored progression. keigo’s gaze narrowed at the silent insinuation “what? you want to make this into a quickie? but we have so many outfits to try.” 

you already knew that, acutely aware of each and every article of clothing that had been zipped, tied or squeezed around your body. and you were grateful of each and every addition, would even gladly spend the next few weeks letting him fuck you in each variation against your shared mattress at home. 

what you wanted now was for him to come so that you could start that private show within your own walls. 

keigo chooses to go for an adorable pout, lips pulling on aged heart strings, yet managing to make them go taut all the same. he waits until your body soften from the tension, aiding the transition with slow strokes against your back and inner leg. 

“one pair.”

it’s your back that losses his touch in order for him to bring a single finger in front of your face. 

“let me ruin one pair with my come and we can call it quits.”

and you say okay. brining your pelvis back into an enticing dance as you meld that pout into an eager kiss. you were already dressed for the occasion and had all the tips and tricks in your inventory to help him reach his goal. one easy step and you could be on your way.

                                                   how naive you still were. 

eight pair now. he’d brought you near completion just as many times before halting the grind of your hips with a frown. he mad for a rather convincing curator, inspecting each and every pair of to the finest thread. 

‘too blue.’

‘too much lace.’ 

‘it just doesn’t feel right. ‘

‘why don’t we try something else?’

true to his word, keigo had been determined to find the perfect pair to meet him at the edge of nirvana, and dragged you from one painstakingly near orgasm to the next along the way. 

"stop."

you whimpered desperately, pressing your forehead against his shoulder as you forced yourself to remain seated with him throbbing deeply within you. pulsing, hot, too hot. scorching you inwardly and causing strange sensations to sear through your veins. his hands were still on the armrest, they were not on you, they were not driving you crazy with their constant teasing and whatnot this time. because he was not doing anything to make you this crazy when you were already this crazy for him. 

his lips smirked against the shell of your ear, a moist tongue peeking out to leave a wet trail. you fought every inch of yourself to stop your hips from moving again. because of his command, you could not move. you could not bring yourself to move. simply because it was his desire and you could not deny him.

"close?" he murmured darkly into your ear, wispy breath tickling your neck. making a sharp sensation run down your spine, forcing you to arch against him and pressing your bare breasts against his chest. he knew it, he knew that he drove you this wanton for him, all desperate and wanting more.

and yes, you were too close.

too close until one more move, he could make you topple over the chasm of ecstasy without even doing anything to you.

"hmm," he whispered this time, continuing his words with a foreboding edge as his lips brushed against your neck, against your ear, over your cheeks and teeth lightly nipping at your bottom lip.  making you try to kiss him, but he pulled away just like that and watched in sadistic satisfaction when you gave an exasperated groan. "i was too. and then i saw a pretty olive green peeking out of that pile over there."

there was hardly any vigor left in you to groan. 

you pressed your forehead against his slick neck, letting your warm gasps leave his skin, as your head desperately twisted in pinpricks of denied pleasure at his command. it was all a game, one that you could end with a single uttered word from your lips. but you’d never been a quitter, something keigo admired in you. his desires took you on erotic journeys you would have never dared to attempt in prior relationships. perhaps you were becoming just as debauched as he was. 

 there probably wasn’t even fabric of that color lying around and if there was it they weren’t within his eyesight.  keigo was painfully teasing you with this, building up your desire to the most desperate extent because you could not stand anymore. and he knew it too. he throbbed against your walls, the sporadic pulsing sending shrapnel of lust into your loins, and you told yourself that if you were compliant to his orders, then he would surely reward you afterwards.

he would.

he always did.

"okay," he spoke up again, pressing his cheek against yours because he knew that you had if he didn’t end it now, then he wouldn’t get out of it what he wanted. bright eyes were still glowing deviously under the chandeliers of the store, making him appear feral. it provided a visual desire for you to nip his ear, to lick his neck and to kiss his lips.

"you can move now, dove. let’s finish this and go home."

what an alluring goal that was, twinkling encouragingly from finish-line.

you gulped harshly, feeling your legs too weak to push you upwards again.  because he stopped you countless times and made a pleasure overload overrun in your body, turning your limbs to jelly.

a simple shake of your head was all the answer that you could muster.

it was either that or you would faint from the sheer ecstasy.

that made him smirk devilishly again when he looked at you, taut cheeks, lust-darkened blue eyes, a trickle of sweat running down his temple from the amount of restraint he was putting on himself. you felt as though you were opened, taken, torn from within by this man alone when he chuckled, pressing those sinful-stained lips to your forehead.

"maybe if you would beg just right, i’d bother to move."

whining, you shake your head as every cry you knew spilled past your lips. you begged, to pleaded keigo to move so that he would put you out of this torture.  so that he could make you reach that blinding bliss, that your nerves would tighten and your toes would curl. so that you would clench around him tightly, that he could come together with you in this passionate endeavor.

too desperate, nerves tingling with his every wicked command, your shaking hands slowly rose and cupped his cheeks, feeling his soft, flushed skin under your touch and forcing him to look at you in the face. your lashes falling part way over your gaze. plump, bitten lips drawing closer and closer and closer to him and closer and closer and closer with every second.  him slowly moving forward to join his mouth with yours in a desperate kiss, and you suddenly paused, letting only your lips brush against his, not moving forward anymore.

his eyes hardened when he felt your words form at his lips.

please.

it seemed as though playtime was finally over, for now. 

keigo adopted a fast and hard pace, thighs jerking up to meet your earnestly with each slap of skin. the force of his thrust jolted you into a haphazard bounce as you fumbled desperately for traction and stability. each pull and push of your joined bodies was accompanied by a tremulous whimper as you gasped and groaned against the shell of his ear. keigo knew the sweet vocalizations weren’t completely for his sake, but more of the aftershocks of the broken damn as they spilled through the cracks of your lips. 

he still hummed, pleased as his mouth latched onto a pebbled nipple protruding from the fine silk still managing to encase your breast. it was a combination of the gyration of your hips and his own weakening resolve that triggered his own orgasm as he finally let go with broken explicative. 

your own pleasure was brought to you without chase, almost a reward for your efforts as you withered through it. keigo’s quiet praises wash over you like aloe, softening the worst of the burnings sensations as your thighs quake in protest. he nuzzles his face into the side of your neck as his arms encircle you and drag you down with him.

the already too small chaise had to be uncomfortable for his wings with your additional weight but he never voiced a complaint as the rose and fell over your sweaty skin. neither did you, despite the sticky resistance of his spent coating the inside of your thighs. at least you wouldn’t have to walk home in this particular pair. not that you planned on walking period as you grumbled a demands that he would be flying you both home. 

he snickers all while peppering a series of kisses against your nose,” anything you want, little dove.”

[thecarnivorousmuffinmeta]

So...Misery style, how would you make Tomione work? (Or how would you do a Tomione story?)

Thanks, Anon, this might be harder than the Dramione one.

Well, again, to please my deranged captor, I'd likely follow the plot of your standard Tomione fic and hope it passes muster. "Oh yeah, Hermione's back in time and she's doing back and forth mind games with Tom and it's really intellectual." With any luck, my feet aren't smashed into oblivion.

But I think you're trying to get at what I would really do if I really had to write Tom/Hermione and I had to make it something I would read. At least, that seems to be the spirit of this ask.

So, we're going the thriller route people. A lot like Misery, actually.

Instead of Ginny, twelve-year-old Hermione picks up the diary. Like Ginny, Hermione quickly becomes besotted with Tom Riddle trapped inside. However, unlike Ginny, Hermione goes straight to the library and starts asking pesky questions.

Hermione's never heard of memories stored in objects before, the theory behind portraits and pensieves are completely different, what spells did Tom use and where did he find them? Did Tom Riddle invent an entirely new branch of magic at the age of 16 without anyone noticing? What was Tom's special service to the school?

Tom starts sweating when it becomes clear that Hermione's stumbling a bit too close to the truth (that this is not ordinary magic and highly dangerous shit) and that she's clearly going to start asking around about Tom Riddle (to Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Hagrid, who were all near Hogwarts at the same time Tom was going to school).

Tom confesses that he may have created the diary using something very... illegal. Hermione is appalled and asks if it was gasp dark magic! He admits it is but points out it's a bit late now, like it or not, he's stuck in the diary and running to Dumbledore isn't going to make that go away any time soon. And it wasn't like Tom asked to be shoved in a diary either.

Hermione's very conflicted, on the one hand, Tom's the first real intellectual friend she's ever had. Harry and Ron are nice, but they're morons and they thinks he's a nerd. Tom encourages her intellectual pursuits and confirms her concern over various what not and what have you happening in Hogwarts.

Eventually, Hermione decides that Tom in the diary can't help being a diary (though the other Tom, the real Tom, she'd have words with), and decides that she'll try to help him get a body.

Great, that's great, Tom says.

But it keeps getting worse.

Tom tries to possess Hermione, but unlike Ginny, Hermione knows that Tom is a dangerous, dark, artifact. If she's suffering negative health effects, losing her memory and ending up in the girl's lavatory, she's going to research this and decide that either a) she's suffering ill effects of using dark magic b) she just got possessed by Tom.

Either way, she tells him she can't use the diary anymore, it's affecting her health and she must research. Well, Hermione researching does Tom no fucking good, but he can't stop her.

The Chamber of Secrets, as a result, is never opened.

Instead, Hermione continues researching, and Harry and Ron... begin to get on her nerves. It's not like last year, there's no Flamel to research, no over-arching mystery, and they seem to be growing tired of her. In turn, Hermione's getting a little tired of quidditch, getting detention, etc.

She's a little tired of Hogwarts, if she's being honest with herself.

Hermione's now had a taste of having a friend who isn't there to simply use her brains. And it's very addicting. She decides not to tell Ron and Harry about Tom, they'd just get needlessly concerned (the irony of this isn't lost on her but what can you do)

In the end, she opens back up the diary, and point blank asks what Tom needs to get a body. Before Tom can tell her, Hermione lists out her own theories. Life cannot be created from nothing, golems and puppets cannot last in the long term, to get a real body... human sacrifice is on the table, isn't it?

Well shit, Tom thinks to himself. He tries to assure Hermione it isn't but ends up confessing that, well, yes, it kind of is.

They have another huge row about it, Hermione slams the diary shut, but the wheels in her brain are spinning.

Does anyone deserve to die?

Hermione, at first, adamantly tells herself the answer is no. No one deserves to be sacrificed. Tom's fate is cruel, but the original Tom made his bed and should lie in it. It's unfortunate, but that's just life. Not the diary's fault, of course, but nothing that can be helped.

But then she keeps thinking about it.

Malfoy struts through the school like a peacock, sneering every time he sees her, laughing every time Snape deducts points from her in Potions for being a 'smarmy know-it-all'. Every time he can get away with it he's shoving her in hallways, calling her a mudblood, and assuring her that she's worth less than the dirt beneath her feet.

She watches as Malfoy torments and bullies Harry, she looks at Draco's father, and she asks herself if the world would really be so much worse off if Draco Malfoy were to disappear?

Draco Malfoy's being groomed to use dark magic, he practically brags about it at every opportunity, why is his life worth more than Tom Riddle's, someone who has paid the price for dark magic?

Isn't Hermione, in a roundabout way, only giving Draco what he deserves? The fate he'd meet at some point in the not so distant future?

Draco does something phenomenally cruel and stupid to the trio, likely to Harry, and that settles it. Hermione's going to murder that motherfucker and get Tom Riddle a body.

Hermione tells Tom the plan, she's passing off the diary to Draco, she has her full blessing, her permission, and whatever help he requires from her to eat Draco Malfoy alive.

Tom is unwillingly impressed, he was a vicious gremlin as a twelve-year-old, but even he wasn't committing murder in cold blood.

Tom's not sure how he feels about murdering a Malfoy, that's bound to get noticed, but Hermione's unyielding. Draco Malfoy, or Hermione goes to Dumbledore.

So, Draco Malfoy it is.

The rest of the year is spent with Tom Riddle murdering Draco Malfoy and coming up with some excuse for his disappearance. The chamber isn't opened as Hermione reminds Tom that this would make it entirely too obvious who is behind this. Instead, Tom likely has Draco partake in increasingly erratic schemes to humiliate Harry Potter that end up endangering himself.

Near the end of school, Draco disappears into the Forbidden Forest to find acromantulas to put in Potter's bed and... never comes back.

A huge search is put on, Draco Malfoy is never found, and the acromantula infestation in the forest is now actively battled by ministry employees. Dumbledore is sacked as headmaster, Hagrid fired for having been responsible for the acromantulas in the first place, and Hogwarts is closed the following year.

Hermione is... conflicted about all of this. She certainly didn't mean to fire Hagrid (had no idea he was even remotely involved with the acromantulas) and certainly not Dumbledore. It wasn't Dumbledore's fault at all.

Tom, who is now a free man but has no idea what to do with himself, meets up with Hermione and points out that Dumbledore should have been sacked ages ago: he let kids get away with this stupidly dangerous shit and the year before actively endangered his students and lured a dark wizard into the castle. As for Hagrid, he raised a dragon illegally on school grounds, did release his pet acromantula into the wild, and more. They were terrible at their jobs.

Hermione, ever so reluctantly, agrees.

It's too bad though, Hagrid was very nice and Dumbledore's a great wizard (don't even get Tom started).

As for Tom, well, he had such dreams. Of course he planned to either meet up with his glorious self or (upon learning that Voldemort was blown up by a toddler) take the mantle of Voldemort for himself. But now that he's out, he has no idea where to start. Murder Harry Potter, certainly, but after that?

Tom only has the vaguest idea of who the original Death Eaters were, and they seem to have effectively scattered. More, how does he go about this? Sure, Tom had ideas when he was in school, but they were just ideas. He's never led a revolution before, has no idea how to impersonate an older, more knowledgeable, version of himself. He barely understands the political climate in this new, post-Voldemort, Britain.

Tom keeps hanging around Hermione because, well, inertia. He has no idea what else to do. (Hermione, while still torn over the consequences of her actions as well as the distant thought that she enabled murder, is quite delighted to have him around).

Tom tries to wheedle Harry's address out of Hermione and gets a lot more information than he bargained for. Harry lives with abusive muggle relatives, Dumbledore is apparently keeping him there, all of this sounds bizarre. Tom is officially weirded out.

Still wants to murder Harry, of course, but also wants to dig into this a little further...

And before this becomes a full on fic outline, eventually this will lead to the murder of Dumbledore, probably the murder of Ron when Ron inadvertently discovers 'the truth', Hermione telling Tom they're now an item, Tom trying to escape the relationship, only to learn there's no escaping Hermione.

Hermione becomes the next dark lord. Tom has no idea how this even happened.

[myrulia]

Hi! Can I pls ask for prompt 3? Take your time making this

.｡.:*✧Prompt 3: "We aren't going to sleep at all."

.｡.:*✧Warnings: Cockblocking, bite-marks

.｡.:*✧Wordbank: [C/N] = child name

╰╴⇢｡.:*✧A/N: Fun fact, I got this idea a while back thanks to @leon-is-a-hoe-for-muzan so credits go to her for giving me permission!

Having a child definitely was not easy.

Parenting in general as a whole was never simple, not even for a second.

But along the way you have learned and grew as a capable mother alongside your one and only, Kokushibou. You two were able to conceive a child after endless nights of trying and when you were finally able to do so, the demon even shed a tear.

It was a long journey of making sure the baby was fully healthy, even as a demon. You both expressed your worries but in the end, everything worked out and raising your little bundle of joy that is your daughter was an adventure in itself.

But being a parent meant also making sacrifices, such as your private time. Every hour there's something new with your child. It could be crying, it could be a diaper change, or it could be time to feed her. There were practically little to no breaks and this bothered Kokushibou, but he also knew of the responsibility he had as a father, after all he was one in the past. 

Surprisingly enough, Kokushibou was a good father and even went as far as entertaining your daughter regularly and allowing her tiny hands to do his hair and practice on his lengthy locks. Dare I say he had the muscles to actually smile during these times as well.

It had its ups and downs being a parent, but one of the biggest downs is not being able to have your alone time with your lover as much as you wanted. Long days of being sexually frustrated and needy were harder than usual when all you wanted to do was rip off each other's close and ravish each other, but alas, you could not do so on most nights, except this one.

You were simply putting away extra clothes you had when Kokushibou had emerged into the bedroom, kimono-less and all and breath heavy. With a strong grip he pulled you close by the waist, the obvious hard-on he had being nestled in the curve of your plush ass. 

`` Kokushibou, I'm still putting things away I- ``

`` That can wait, we can finally be alone and do as we please. ``

The male tilted you down onto the mattress beneath you, hovering above your body yet his forehead was pressed against yours, his golden irises peering into yours. Your thoughts lingered on your precious daughter walking in on the sight of you getting your back blown out, but then again it has been quiet for a long while, so you assumed she was sleeping, but there was still some hesitancy.

`` I promise you [C/N] is asleep, which means I have you to myself. ``

`` F-Fine.. but make it quick love- there's still more to be done. ``

`` I cannot promise such a thing.. ``

His lips suddenly crashed onto your neck, sucking fervently as if it was the last thing he would register on his taste receptors. His multiple bites of love and markings off affection trailed down to your collarbone, causing you to mewl out tenderly.

`` Rest assured, we aren't going to sleep at all. ``

`` How are you not gonna sleep dada? ``

Hearing the sound of your daughter's voice, you push Kokushibou off of you in an instant, his body almost falling off the bed in the process. You immediately sit up, your face flushed red at how you were dangerously close to corrupting your daughter's mind.

`` Why was dada biting you mom? Is he hurting you..- ``

`` No! No, not at all! We were just.. play fighting! ``

Your lips scrambled to come up with an excuse, moving closer to her to distract her from the sight of Kokushibou being shirtless. Your demon of a lover groaned in utter aggravation, sitting up and readjusting his ponytail before throwing on his kimono top and being in an obviously grumpy mood.

You managed to get your innocent daughter back to bed, entering your shared bedroom only to see your scowling lover who sat, glaring daggers at you.

`` Darling, you cannot be too mad, she's only 4, besides this is normal. ``

`` Does not mean I won't be upset. ``

The demon pouted ever so slightly, so you leaned down to peck his pouty lips which immediately got him to stop, the habit being as normal as breathing between the two of you. 

`` Next time, I promise. ``

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