when she should be sleeping right now

Monsta X Reaction: Their girlfriend moaning their name in her sleep

||| Anon asked: Can you please do a monsta X reaction to when their gf is moaning while asleep and moaning their name |||

Wonho/Shin Hoseok

Originally posted by the-xclan

“Jagi, I need you to wake up and take responsibility for your actions. Now.”

Shownu/Son Hyunwoo

Originally posted by garisanee

he looks so done, I’m dying, it wasn’t supposed to be like this 😂

“That girl… What is she dreaming about this time?”

Lee Minhyuk

Originally posted by anyhao

“I should go turn that dream into reality.”

Yoo Kihyun

Originally posted by 1wice

“How am I supposed to get back to work when she calls for me even in her sleep?”

Chae Hyungwon

Originally posted by monxbebe

“Wake up Jagi, you and I have some things to take care of.”

I.M/Lim Changkyun

Originally posted by themonbebewhostolemyramyun

“I’m not imagining right? I should probably go help her out if she wants me that badly.”

Lee Jooheon

Originally posted by jooheonbebe

“If this keeps up, I’m not sure I will be able to control myself.” 

Not So Innocent Now

Word count: 1,460

Warning: smut, teasing, rough sex

Pairing: Castiel x Reader

Summary/Request: Thank you @study-me-misha for my first request!

The reader is Sam and Dean’s younger sister and Cas has had feelings for her for a long time. She starts to tease him round the bunker which leads to him snapping.

Tags: @badwolfy08 @jensen-gal

Originally posted by malachai-winchester

Cas watched as Y/N, the middle Winchester child, hugged her brothers after a particularly long and gruelling case. The look of triumph and her relaxed smile made Cas smile to himself. He always thought she looked so beautiful in these moments of complete satisfaction, being held in the arms of her family. A wave of sorrow also crashed through Cas as he wished for this love from his own family, but sadly he was an outcast from them. Abruptly, Cas was broken from his thoughts as Y/N ran over and embraced him tightly.

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What if He Freaks? (B. Barnes x Reader)

Word Count: 2386

Warnings: smut, daddy kink.

A/N: I didn’t read this over, please point out any mistakes.

Steve had ushered you, Natasha and Wanda up to your room, telling you to “bond” and “relax” he was literally like the scolding parent. You all agreed that it would be nice to have a girls night and as most sleepovers go, you ended up drunk talking about your love lives and your impossible crushes.

Wanda was going on about Vis and how certain things would work, while you and Natasha were talking about Steve and Bucky, the dynamic duo.

“So, Natasha, if could sleep with either Steve or Bucky, who would you pick?” Natasha had to think, but she ended up picking Steve as you thought she would. Both your heads turned to Wanda, who blushed profusely.

“I’m spoken for.” She said, her light accent slipping towards the end of her sentence. Natasha wasn’t fazed, but you were momentarily shocked.

“I knew you and Vision had suppressed feelings, but you’re together now?!” She laughed and nodded and you smacked her arm.

“Tell me sooner next time, yeah?”

“What about you Y/N?” You had to think.

“Steve.” You answered after much thought.
“I feel like he’d be better. Bucky has been through… too much, he’d be … nervous.” You finished.

There was a pause and then Nat spoke up.
“I feel like Bucky has a Daddy kink.”

You nearly spit out your drink at the thought.

“Now, I really wanna call him Daddy, but what if he freaks out.” You said, recovering.

Both Wanda and Nat were laughing at the idea of the Winter Soldier freaking out over a silly nickname, but it was a serious concern. What if you called him Daddy as a joke and he got mad.

Why should you care? You decided you would do it.

“Alright alright, Y/N, truth or dare?” Wanda asked. You smirked, feeling brave.

“Dare.” The two girl exchanged looks and you knew you’d made a bad decision

“I dare you to ask Steve out.” You sighed in relief.

“Oh that’s not so bad.”

“With Bucky there, and you have to be flirty about it.”

“Well that’s a little bit worse, but I’ll do it.” They both watched you expectantly.
“N-not right now! Guys it’s two am!” You scolded. It was time to sleep, you’d all be nursing light hangovers in the morning, or afternoon, depending on when you woke.

None of you had hangovers as bad as you’d expected, except Wanda, who woke suddenly and rushed to the bathroom. After Wanda cleaned up and took some Advil she looked at you with pleading eyes.

“You should ask Steve out to dinner tonight, it’s Saturday and neither of you have any plans.” You agreed seeing as it was the only way to get the girls to leave you alone.

Your little trio took the lift down to the kitchen and you immediately spotted Steve and Bucky talking. You plastered a flirtatious smile on your face and walked over to the two soldiers.

“Hey Steve, can I talk to you for a moment?”
Both boys glanced at you for a moment before Steve answered.

“Of course Y/N. What’s up?”

“Are you free tonight, I was hoping you’d accompany me to dinner?” The intimidating super soldier was momentarily flustered.

“Y-you mean like a date?” Your smile brightened.

“Yeah, like a date.” He nodded.

“I’d love to. Uhm, I’ll come pick you up at 6?”

“That’s perfect.” You turned to the girls who were pretending not to listen. You sat at the table and they both pryed you for details. You answered all of their questions until eventually, they left you alone. You took the stairs this time, taking your time going back to your room. It was almost six and you needed at LEAST 15 minutes to get ready for your date. You didn’t bother showering, you had done that this morning, but you did put on makeup. You threw on the dress Nat had laid out for you and admired the finished product. You looked stunning.

Steve was on time, as you’d expected. What you didn’t expect was for him to be the perfect gentleman, he even brought you flowers. He held the door to your car after insisting that he drive because he already picked a restaurant.

When you arrived, Steve ran around the car to let you out, against your protests. He even linked your arm with his.

“For someone with no experience with girls, you’re surprisingly good at this.” His face flushed red and he thanked you, obviously pleased that you approved.

The date went smoothly, since you were already friends you discussed missions (wow what a great date topic) and your lives. You honestly had a great time and you were pretty sure Steve did too.
Since you didn’t have an apartment for him to drop you at, he walked you to the door to your room. You both stopped and turned to look at each other.
“I had a great time tonight Y/N, thank you for taking me out.”

“Oh, it’s no problem, I had fun too.”
He looked down at you and stepped forward, taking your hip and pulling youa bit closer, he leaned down and captured your lips in a soft kiss. You kissed back a bit harder, telling him it was okay. When you realized what was happening, you pushed him away.
“I’m sorry Steve, I-I can’t. I have to go.” You hung your head and retreated into your room. You stripped from your dress and put on shorts and a sweater.
You couldn’t sleep, you were tossing and turning, but you felt really bad. You tossed your blankets off and walked to your desk, taking parchment and a pen. You couldn’t just leave Steve hanging, so you wrote him a note.
Hey Steve, I had a great time last night and that kiss was great, but I don’t like you as anything more than a friend. I’m sorry that I lead you on like that and I hope we can stay friends.
From Y/N

You walked the hall, following the familiar path to Steve’s room. You slipped the paper under his door and made your way downstairs, maybe some tea would help you sleep.

You were relieved that no one was in the kitchen, otherwise you’d have to explain what had happened on your date. You grabbed a tea bag out of the box on the counter and put some water in the kettle. As high tech as Tony’s kitchen was, you preferred to do things the old fashioned way.
You were fiddling with the tea bag and almost jumped out of your skin when you looked up. Bucky was standing in the door frame. You cocked your eyebrow at him.

“What are you doing up?”

“I could ask you the same thing.” He said quietly. You moved out of his way so he could grab an apple from the fruit bowl behind you.

“How was your date?” He questioned, eyeing you out of the corner of his eye.

“I don’t know, I had a great time, but I don’t think I like Steve like that. I think I have feelings for someone else” Bucky halted his actions.

“But you kissed him?” Your face flushed red.

“You saw?” His jaw clenched.

“Yeah. You don’t like Steve because you have feelings for someone else, who would that be?” Your eyes widened a fraction and you flushed red, stuttering to find an answer. You couldn’t outright say it was him, that’d be too embarrassing. So instead you stuttered to find and answer.

Bucky smirked and you flushed even harder because it was evident that he knew.

“Oh c'mon, it’s just me, doll, nothing to be nervous about.” He took a step closer and your heart stopped.

“You can tell me.” He said, stepping closer and placing a hand on your waist. You back into the counter, your face was the color of flame and you couldn’t find the words to speak.

The kettle broke into a whistle and the air rushed back to you, you ducked out of Bucky’s constricting grasp and spun to grab your cup. You had your back turned to him, pouring the boiling water over the tea bag, you couldn’t believe how much you were shaking and you nearly dropped the cup when Bucky’s hand was placed over yours to help steady you. You placed the pot back on the stove and leaned on the counter, facing the man with the metal arm.

The smirk he gave you spoke volumes and you tried to smile back.

“I’ll just be going then, back to bed.” He said, turning on his heel. You debated whether or not to call after him, you wanted company, especially if it was his.
“Wait.” You called at his retreating figure.
“Stay.” You said, barely suppressing a whimper.

“Now that’s what I wanted to hear.” He said, his voice deep and gravely. He turned back around and walked towards you, he took the mug gently from your hand, placing it on the table a few feet away.

“Hey! I was drinking that!” I scolded.

“You’re not anymore.” He stated with finality. The dominance in his voice had the heat pooling between your legs and you knew you were done for.

He positioned himself between your legs and brought his hand to your waist, pulling you flush against him. You gasped at the sudden contact, almost loosing your footing. He brought his other hand up to steady you and slowly leaned down. He stopped when his lips brushed yours, asking for permission. You leaned up into him, giving him all the permission he needed. The second your lips touched he trailed his hands down your back until they were resting on the backs of your legs. A sign for you to jump. You did as he asked and he hoisted you up, hooking your legs around his hips. A soft moan escaped your lips when he attached his lips to the sensitive spot on your neck.

“We can’t do this here, sugar, let’s take this to my room.” He suggested. Words failed you, so you nodded, detatching yourself from him and taking his hand instead.

You abandoned your tea and walked hand in hand with Bucky down the corridor in complete silence, you didn’t need words. He was rubbing comforting circles over your knuckles.

He opened his door gently, making sure not to wake the whole tower. You smirked to yourself and slamed the door behind you, pushing him up against the door and capturing his lips with his own.

He gasped at your sudden dominance, grabbing your hips and pulling you flush against him.

He slid his hand up under your sweater and you raised your arms for him. He threw it across the room and then followed it with his own shirt.

He only let you marvel at his body for a moment before he brought himself back to you, picking you up. He carried you to the bed and dropped you, taking a step back to admire you.

“You look so good laying there for me, doll. Take your shorts off.”

You did as you were told, stripping yourself of the constricting garment. He watched your every movement with lust-filled eyes. He dropped his pants in one fluid movement, stepping out of them.
Your eyes dropped to the massive bulge in his pants and you heard him laugh. He straddled your hips, trailing kisses from your neck down.  You tangled your fingers in his hair and pulled his face back you yours, kissing him passionately.

One hand dropped from his hair to his boxers as you palmed him through the fabric, he groaned and you could feel him twitching beneath your touch.

“Fuck doll, you gotta stop” you did as you were told, instead, pulling down his boxers and wrapping your small hand around his cock. He inhaled sharply, tensing under your touch. He pulled your hand away and for a moment you were discouraged.

He laid a chaste kiss on your cheek and whispered in your ear.

“You first.” The bed shifted as he got off, kneeling next to the end. He adjusted you so that your legs were around his neck.

“I like this view.” He added and you blushed at the comment, choosing not to answer. He placed a kiss on your clothed core, causing you to buck your hips upwards. He laughed and removed your panties, placing another kiss, but this time he held your hips in place. He licked his way from your entrance to your clit, nibbling on the bundle of nerves.

His eyes never once left your face, when you moaned his name he stopped, you groaned at the loss of contact and opened your eyes. Bucky had a stern look on his face.
“What’d wrong Buck?’ You questioned.

“That’s not my name tonight. You call me ‘Daddy’, understand?” The combination of his deep voice and the dominance had you shell shocked.

“Y-yes Daddy.” You ignored the embarrassment of him obviously overhearing you and instead enjoyed his praise. He went to work on your chest, massaging your hardened nipples with both hands.

“Do you like that doll?”

“Yes, Daddy, please, more.” You begged.

“Oh don’t worry, I’m not done yet.”

He lined himself up with your entrance and slid himself into you. You gasped, adjusting to his size. He paused a moment, letting you adjust before he pulled out, slamming back into you not a second later. He transitioned between soft and hard, looking for your g spot, when he hit it you moaned his name, loudly.

“Tell Daddy how much you love to feel him slamming into you”

“I love it Daddy, please, harder."  He groaned and slammed into you at an alarming rate, both of you were chasing your high. The sound of your moans and the slapping of skin resonated through the empty room. The bubble that had been building in your stomach popped and you bucked your hips upward, screaming Bucky’s name. Not long after you felt the warmth if his seed on your stomach and his body collapsing next to you. You both sat, catching your breath.

Bucky spoke up in the silence.

"Let’s get you cleaned up, baby girl.”

“Yes, Daddy.”




Isaac x Reader

Requested By Anon

“Who are you dating?” Scott asked as the two of you joined the group.

“You’re dating someone?” Isaac asked curiously and you locked eyes for a moment.

“Maybe I am, not your business though.” You hummed and Scott jogged to keep up with you.

“Yes, it is, I’m your brother!” He sighed and Stiles caught up with you both.

“Stating the obvious… he on about mystery boy again?” Stiles teased and you sighed.

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Talking Body

Reader x Klaus Mikaelson



Imagine: You are in a extremely heated situation with Klaus and your younger daughter bursts in, so you have to explain to her what’s happening and the older one, who understands what you were doing, keeps making disgusted sounds. After it is all done, you go back to what you were doing.

Warnings: dirty, dirty smut. oral sex (female receiving). sex, ofc. a bit fluff. roughness. swearing. and i guess that’s it.

Word Count: 3105

Being Klaus Mikaelson’s partner was definitely not an easy task; aside the fact he was a very complicated and troubled man, the blond had many enemies who craved to see him defeated, which means you were always their first target when they wanted to draw his attention. A bunch of fools, if you were to be honest, for you were no damsel in distress. Matter fact, you had been taught to fight ever since you could remember. Born in a werewolf family, it was kind of obvious that your parents guaranteed to never leave their beloved child unprepared to the supernatural life.

“Mum!” Cami, your younger daughter, yelled, getting you out of your inner thoughts. You closed the book you were reading and offered her a happy smile. “Dad won’t let me have cookies!”

“That’s because you just had dinner!” A masculine voice replied, trying to sound angry. A soft laugh left your lips. “Agree with me on this, darling.”

“Your father is right, baby.” You stroke her red cheek, placing one blonde curl behind her ear. “Also, you need to go to bed. It’s late.”

“Urgh.” She whined, pouting, making both you and Klaus giggle. “This isn’t fair!”

Whilst the girl escaped, running out of the room, you stood up from the cushioned armchair you were sitting on and went straight to your husband's​ arms, enjoying, afterwards, the warm hug he gave you. It was adorable how he never stopped doing these little things like hugging, kissing, holding your hand, grabbing your ass whenever you were not paying attention… All of it; Klaus simply could never stop reassuring his love for you. As for yourself, well, the feelings were wildly mutual.

“I’ll tuck her in.” He whispered in your ear, sending chills down your spine. “Wait for me in our room wearing that. I’ve been wanting to tear that dress out of you all day long.”

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Thoughts // Fred Weasley

A/N: a random story that popped into my head! For all I know, it could be incredibly cringe worthy. I hope you all enjoy it, nonetheless! I have also made the reader a Gryffindor, because it just flowed nicely with the plot. Also, my requests are now open! Feel free to shoot me an ask or a message if there is something you want!

She has her nose pressed up against the window pane of the Gryffindor common room. Her fingers slowly trace the lines of frost dancing across the frosty glass.

It’s the middle of the night, and the world outside is covered with a thick blanket of fluffy white snow. The world is peaceful and quiet, and yet, she feels lost somehow.

Her mind is completely lost and her thoughts are as scattered as the fluttering snowflakes just outside her window. She shakes her head and pulls her icy fingertips away from the window. She really should have gone to bed by now, but she just can’t seem to sleep. Her mind is too scattered and she’s too confused to make heads or tails or her thoughts right now. Normally she has her act together. Normally she knows exactly what she should, would and could do.

But not when it comes to Fred Weasley.

He was a wild card, and she never expected herself to become friends with him, let alone fall madly in love with him.

She had always seen her Prince Charming as a tall, rugged, blond-haired, blue-eyed classic beauty. She never in a million years expected him to have red hair, or that playful smattering of freckles on his face, or those beautiful eyes that almost always had a mischievous twinkle in them.

They didn’t become friends until her third year, and she was surprised to see how much they actually had in common. They soon began to hand out more and more, and what used to be “Fred and George Weasley” slowly grew into “(Y/n) and Fred and George Weasley”.

Their friendship was wild, fun and filled with endless days of laughter. There were countless copies of silly photographs scattered around their dorms of their wild adventures, capturing some of their finest moments. Endless trips to Hogsmeade, days spent lounging out by the lake, days filled with Quidditch and laughs and smiles and all the best things in life.

The day that Fred asked Angelina to the Yule Ball instead of her broke her heart just a little bit. That was the day that she began to suspect that her feelings for Fred were something more than just pure platonic friendship. Those consuming feelings were swallowing her whole and she couldn’t get rid of them. So, naturally, she shoved them deep down inside her and forced herself to put on a smile instead. She would be happy, and she would continue acting like everything was perfectly alright in her seemingly picture perfect life.

She wants so desperately to scream out to the world her love for Fred, but she won’t let herself do it. He is her friend, and probably thinks of her as nothing more than that.

She shakes her head, jarring herself back to reality. She traces a tiny heart in the corner of the glass with her index finger, smiling at the simplicity of it. She slowly peels herself up and off of the bench, making her way over to the staircase leading up to her dorm. She would just have to deal with all of this in the morning.

The next day dawned as beautiful as ever, and (Y/n) woke up and peeled herself out of bed. She got ready for her day, following the same thoughtless routine. She was making her way into the common room when she was tapped on the shoulder by none other than Fred Weasley himself.
“So. (Y/n). You’re still on for Hogsmeade today, right?”
She raised her eyebrow.
“Why wouldn’t I be?”
Fred sighed.
“You’ve just been sort of off lately. You haven’t been your normal self.”
She let out a single, melodic laugh.
“You have no idea, Fred. No idea.”
With that, she bid him farewell and rushed out the door.
Fred turned to George with a look of utter bewilderment on his face. George simply shrugged and shook his head.

She continued to sit at that same window, every night, hoping to reach some sort of conclusion to her problems. It was one fateful night when Fred happened to get up in the middle of the night, for some unknown reason. He didn’t notice (Y/n) at first, but when he did, he noticed the utterly confused look on her face. He paused for a moment, sighing.

“(Y/n), what are you doing up this late? You should be sleeping!”

She jumped, only registering Fred’s presence when he spoke. She looked up at him, blinked slowly and threw her hands into her face. Fred rushed over to her. He sat down on the bench next to her and gently asked what was wrong. She mumble that absolutely nothing was wrong into her hands.
“Now, we both now that isn’t true. Please, tell me what is wrong so I can try and help you.”

It was at that moment in time when she reached a conclusion and shattered into a million tiny pieces.
She said, all in a big rush “You’re not supposed to fall in love with your best friend!”
Fred’s face was unreadable. (Y/n) couldn’t tell what he was thinking. He turned his face to the window. She gently nudged him.
“Fred, what is it?”
“It’s George, isn’t it? You fell in love with George.”
She shook her head slowly, beginning to understand. Fred thought she was in love with his brother this entire time.
“Fred” she shook her head. “It’s always been you.”
He turned to look at her, doubt clouding his eyes.
“You’re not in love with George?”
She smiled.
“No. If anything, I love him as a brother.”
She smiled awkwardly.
“I understand if you don’t feel the same way… it’s just I’ve been thinking about it for so long, and I didn’t know what to do and I’m just honestly a mess right now so I really hope you’ll forgive me.”

Fred smiled and laughed a bit.
“You’re adorable when you ramble, you know that, right?”

“Are you sure? Because sometimes I just ramble when I’m nervous to fill up space and…”
He cut her off with a simple kiss, tangling his hands in her hair.

They break apart, hundreds of unspoken promises filling the air around them in that moment. He holds his arms out and pulls her into them. He waves his wand and summons a blanket over to the two of them, wrapping it around them. She leans her head on his shoulder, and everything is right in her perfect little world again.

Request from the one line prompts:
‘Sleep in your car if you don’t like it.’

It finally arrived.
It was one week overdue and Y/N and Harry were both sick of sleeping on a air mattress.
Now their new bed stood perfectly in the middle of the room.
They just moved in together. After two years of dating and happily being in love they moved in together in a nice apartment in London.
They furnished everything together, from the kitchen table to the pillows on their couch. But Y/N wanted to do the bedroom alone. She loved bedrooms. She always loved to decorate her bedrooms with fairy lights and fluffy blankets but she knew she couldn’t do that to Harry now, he would feel deprived of his masculinity.
So she ordered a simple white bed with a headboard that maybe was a bit girly with roses but the metal and vintage look made it unisex. The carpets on each side of the bed were a dusty shade of pink because Y/N knew Harry loved the color, even his phone case was pink.
The drawer was simply white as well and fitted with the bed perfectly. The desk underneath the window would be perfect for her to apply makeup and for him to write songs on while having the best lighting and opportunity to look outside.
Her favorite part though was the wall across from the bed. She put a map of the world as a cork board on it. Every city they visited was pinned with a picture of them and it looked absolutely amazing. All the other pictures she loved of them that had nothing to do with traveling hing over the headboard of the bed, filters on the pictures to create a ombre look, from pink to black and white.
The silky sheets she put on the bed were the same color as the carpets and when she stood back to admire her work she couldn’t help but beam proudly.
Just as Harry came home she placed pinkish rose petals all over the floor and bed, the last touch to her surprise.
“Darling?” she heard him call for her from downstairs.
“Bedroom.” she shouted back and waited sheepishly for him to open the door.
When he did his smile fell a bit when he saw what happened to the bedroom. His eyes wandered over the pictures on the wall, the bed, the map and then finally landed on Y/N.
“What do you think?” she pressed. He hesitated for a moment before he once again studied his surroundings.
“I mean… At least we don’t have to sleep on that air mattress anymore.”
Y/N’s smile fell immediately, her mouth open in shock. A part of her hoped he would start laughing in a second and tell her that he was joking and absolutely loved it but he never did.
She scoffed and turned away to leave the room, hitting his shoulder on her way.
“Sleep in your car if you don’t like it.” she mumbled bitterly.
“What? Baby…” he sighed and grabbed her hand.
“I’m not trying to upset you, darling. It’s just… very girly.”
“Well, you live with a girl now. Should have thought about that earlier.”
“And I did.” he chuckled softly.
“You know I want nothing more than to share a home with you.”
“Then maybe you shouldn’t be such an ass when I do something nice for our home.” she bit back.
“You’re right. And I’m sorry for how I reacted I was just a bit surprised. I mean I love pink, you know I do.” he smiled and pulled his phone out to shore her his pink case.
“Really, it looks very beautiful. It’s very you and I love that. I love you. Thank you, angel.” he said and wrapped his arms around her waist in a tight hug.
She hesitated for a moment before she sighed in defeat and hugged him back.
“I thought you’d like it.” she whispered.
“And I do, baby. Really, I love it.”
“You promise?”
“I promise.” he nodded.
“You’re not just saying that because you don’t want to sleep in the car?”
He laughed and shook his head.
“No. I’m saying it because you put a lot of effort into it and you did absolutely amazing.”

A while later they were laying in bed together, tangled up in each other and covered by the pink sheets. Y/N pressed a kiss to the top of Harry’s head which was resting on her chest.
“Love?” he asked.
“Hmm?” she hummed.
“Would you have actually made me sleep in the car?” he questioned looked up at her.
“Like… You wouldn’t even have let me sleep on that damn air mattress or the couch? Even the floor?”
“No.” she giggled and stroked through Harry’s hair lovingly.
“Assholes don’t get to sleep in the house.”
“Have to remember that.”

rivendell101  asked:

"sorry were you sleeping" and "is that my shirt" for nalu! pls maci

Oblivious Doesn’t Mean Stupid

Pairing; Nalu

Word Count; 701

A/N;  Love me some good old fashioned nalu! And what’s nalu without bed sharing on a mission? And bickering? And blushing?

Anon asked:  “Is that my shirt?” With Nalu?

@celestial–aphrodite (celestialaphrodite) asked: “Is that my shirt?” Nalu! ❤

“Sorry, were you sleeping?”

“Is that my shirt?”

Natsu blinked up at Lucy, both having spoken over the other. Natsu had started when he felt the bed dip behind him, and now he was faced with the sight of Lucy bathed in moonlight from the open inn’s window, one knee on the bed. In his shirt. 

He swallows thickly around his suddenly dry mouth and fat tongue, mind processing Lucy in his shirt. Her chest stretched it out when the fabric sat tight across it, but it swam around the rest of her body and hung loose of her shoulders in ways that tempted Natsu’s eyes to move in ways that went from ‘friend’ to ‘creep any normal girl would rather sleep on the floor than be within five feet of’. He finally drew his attention away from things he was not supposed to be focused on, watching her blush and fidget above him in embarrassed agitation.

“W-well, if someone hadn’t of burned my bag I’d have more clothes to wear to bed, wouldn’t I?” Lucy spat. Her cheeks puffed out in the way they did when she was anger with him, but not angry enough to throw a book. 

“Well if someone hadn’t thought it would be a good idea to play with baby farres then I wouldn’t have needed to use my magic at all!” he defended, smiling widely when he watched her pout further. She knew he was winning, and Natsu could imagine her stamping her foot in irritation. He’d seen her do it once too. She was adorable when she was angry with him. 

“Just shut up and quit hogging the bed.” Lucy grumbled. Natsu smirked as he scooted over, lifting the thin blanket for her to slide under.

“Not my fault they were so fluffy.” Lucy mumbled under her breath. Oh, she was so silly, forgetting about Natsu’s sensitive hearing.

“And was the mommy farre fluffy?” he asked, innocently. He snickered when she stiffened, back turned to him. 

“Shut up,” Lucy repeated sourly. She yanked the blanket tighter around her, Natsu rolling his eyes. As if he needed a blanket to keep warm. long minutes of silence passed then, Natsu narrowing his eyes when he watched a soft shiver trail through Lucy’s body, curled in the blanket as she was. Realization dawned on him that it was the cold that had spurred Lucy’s blanket stealing, rather than pettiness. Okay, maybe 75% cold, 25% petty. But still, too high of discomfort for Natsu to allow when he had an easy solution. 

Natsu wrapped his arm around Lucy’s middle, pulling her body flush to his. He ignored her soft yelp as he focused his magic to his skin, warming her and the air around them. Natsu smiled when she relaxed against him, even pressing back into his hold as her body chased the heat that he offered.And to think, Lucy had nearly chocked when Natsu had accepted the single bed room from the innkeeper!

“Better?” he asked, voice lower than he meant to be. He cleared his throat awkwardly, focusing on the honey and lavender scent that surrounded him, his nose pressing into Lucy’s hair as he took a deep inhale. Lucy shivered in his arms again, and Natsu furrowed his brow. She should be nice and toasty in his embrace, so why was the cold still bothering her?

“Yeah,” Lucy rasps, and Natsu has to repress his own shiver at what he voice does to him. Now was not the time for unwanted advances, and Natsu would rather be well rested without a fucked up neck from sleeping on wooden floorboards for their mission tomorrow. “Thank you, Natsu.”

Natsu swallowed thickly again, grunting in acknowledgment, not trusting his voice to be the right pitch. He squeezed her hand when he felt her fingers tangle with him. Natsu ducked his head further into her crook of her neck, grinning against her silky hair when he heard her gentle snores and felt her breathing even out, back expanding steadily into his chest. Natsu too found his way to sleep, curled tight against Lucy and sharing his fire with her. He knew the one bed would come in handy. 

God Fuck

Anonymous said:

Smut where Ashton finds you touching yourself and he gets mad. Daddy kink pls. Make it fairly long. Thx 

I gotchu and don’t mind the title, its a thing w me and Maddi


Ashton’s POV:

“Mmm,” I hear, dropping my bag.  I check my watch and it’s about nine thirty. My little girl is usually asleep by eight thirty. “Daddy!” I hear her moan. I’m a little confused as to why I hear the moans coming from my office and not upstairs where her room is.

“Mmh, Daddy,” I hear. I finally reach my office door. “Daddy, please,” she squeaks. I walk in and see my little girl sat in the big brown chair behind my desk. Her knees were pushed up as she held a vibrator in her panties against her pussy.

“Please, Daddy,” she moans again, her head thrown back as she pushes the toy against her pussy, applying more pressure. “Please what, baby?” I ask. I could have just watched her get off, but joining in would be much more fun. Y/N gasps, the vibrator falling to the floor as her eyes dart up to me.

“Daddy-” “It seems like I have a naughty little girl.” I cut her off. She knew very well she wasn’t allowed in my office when I wasn’t there, she especially wasn’t allowed to go in there to get her toy.

She was supposed to be punished for a week. No vibrator or touching herself was her punishment for teasing me at a pool party we had attended Friday.

It’s now Wednesday and it looks like she couldn’t resist. This is the second time this week she’s been caught playing with herself. “You’ve been a horny little girl this week, haven’t you?” I say as and walk closer to her.

“Here, you dropped your toy, princess.” I bend down to pick up the vibrator. “Put it back baby.” She gives me a questioning look. “Go ahead baby, it feels good for your little pussy?” I ask and she nods in response.

“Then go ahead.” I say softly. She reluctantly pushes the vibrator back into her underwear. I begin to pepper kisses all over her thighs, as I did I moved her hand from the handle of the vibrator replacing it with mine.

“Daddy doesn’t like bad girls.” I mumble as I pushed the vibrator against her pussy. “ ’M sorry, Daddy.” Y/N more so moans. “You’re sorry?” I remove the vibrator to where it’s not against her but still in her little underwear.

She nods.

“But honey, this is the second time in a matter of three days.” I push it back. “You’re a very, very bad girl and I know exactly what I’m going to do to you.” I spoke, rubbing her thigh as I watched her face scrunch up with pleasure from the vibrator being against her for so long.

“Daddy,” she moans quietly. “Mmh, you love that, don’t you? Daddy putting a vibrator against that lil’ cunt? Against your cute little clit, baby? That’s what you like?” “Mhmm,” she moans, her body starting to squirm.

“Like that princess? Hm?” I put the vibrator against her for a second, only to move it away the next. “Yeah, baby? Are you a good girl, hm?” “Yes,” she moans. “Don’t lie to me.” I say sternly, pulling the vibrator out of Y/N’s underwear.

“Take these off.” I pull at the top of her underwear.  “On the desk, now.” She sits on his desk, her legs crossed. “Baby,” I move my lips to her ear. “I haven’t got time for you to act like I’m not going to play with your cunt until you cry. Now uncross these legs so Daddy can punish his dirty little girl.”

She lets out a small sigh, opening her legs and scooting a little further on the cold desk. “Daddy, it’s cold.” She says quietly. “Ohh, really?” I pout in mocking her sadness as I bring my thumb to her clit to rub small circles.

“I was going to sit in my chair,” i say as I reach for the vibrator again, holding it against her clit. “Daddy,” she squeaks as her whole body jerks. “I don’t wanna hear anything out of that mouth.”

“Like I was saying.” I say, watching her pussy casually as I spoke. Watching the way she kept clenching, watching how swollen her little pussy got, how wet she was. “Fuck, you’re drenched. Too bad you won’t be able to cum.” I say sadly.

Barely paying attention to what I’m saying as I was so absorbed in watching the way her pussy moved under the vibrator. “But I have the real prize right here.” I applied more pressure. “Daddy!” She screams.

In one swift movement I removed the vibrator and slaped her pussy, hard. The slap was heard and so was her little squeak before her legs tried to close. “What did I say about that mouth?” “I’m sorry, Daddy,” she moans, only to receive another slap. She whines as she closes her legs, I let her.

“What’s wrong, baby?” “Daddy, please,” she whines as he opened her legs back up. “Please, what?” I ask as I unbuckled my belt, letting it fall to the floor as I pulled my pants and underwear down.

“Let me cum. Please Daddy, it hurts.” “Shhhh,” I hold her legs open as I rub my cock against her pussy. “F-” she stops herself from swearing. “Daddy! Daddy, please! No! Daddy, I can’t, please let me cum.” She says, knowing she wouldn’t be able to handle being fucked without cumming. She moans after, not being able to hold it in.

“Dadddyy,” she moans in pleasure, tears pricking at her eyes. “Mmh, you like Daddy’s cock, baby? Hm? You like when I rub your pussy with it?” “Mhmmm,” she moans, her hips thrashing around as her cheeks turned a darker shade of red, tears falling from her eyes. Tears of pleasure. Too much pleasure.

“I want you to bend over now princess.” She does as she’s told, turning around and bending over the desk. “Why aren’t your legs open?” I ask and in less than a second her legs are spread as far as they could go. “Good girl.” I kiss her head.

I thrust into her, not giving any sort of warning. “You thought you wouldn’t be caught? Moaning so loud while in Daddy’s office,” I spank her ass. “You’re such a bad girl.” I spread her ass cheeks as I slowed my fast thrusts, “Y/N, honey, I want to hear you say it. What are you, hm?”

“A-a bad girl.” She cries. “Daddy,” she nearly whispers. “I’m going to cum.” I slap her ass, “I said no.” “Mh,” she cries. “Please, Daddy.” Finally I pull out. “Honey, I know you love being teased.” She shakes her head no.

“But you’re pussy is dripping. All over Daddy’s floor, too.” She grips the desk, trying to rub her legs together to make some sort of friction. Only resulting in another slap to her ass. “Stop that!”

“Now, you’re going to stop being a bad girl. Do you understand?” “Y-yes.” Another spank. “Daddy! Yes, Daddy. I’m sorry.” She moans. “You’re such a difficult little girl. You could have just been good, and waited for Daddy. Surely I would of helped you.”

“I know.” She says sadly. “Why’d you do it?” I peck the bottom of her ass, close to her pussy. “Hm?” “I-I just, I couldn’t wait.” “Oh, so you were being greedy.”
“I’m sorry,” she says and he can hear the tears in her voice.

“Don’t cry, princess. I know it feels funny, but this is what bad girls get.” I say, bending over her and wiping her tears. “Are you ready?” I ask softly. She reluctantly nods. I slowly enter her again, this time making sure he gets off. My thrusts were slow, and my grip was tight.  “You’re so tight, princess. Fuck,” I moan.

“So wet too. Fuck, Daddy’s cock slips right in.” I thrust for a while more. “Daddy,” Y/N moans quietly.  “Fuck,” I squeeze her ass as I cum inside of her, riding out my orgasm.

“Fuck, baby,” I groan as I pull out slowly, watching my cum leak from her pussy. “Good girl.” I breath.  “Turn around for me, let me see that precious face.”
She turns around, still sitting on the desk.

“Why were you crying?” I ask softly, kissing her temple. “Because my pussy hurts Daddy, I need to cum.” “I know you need to, princess, but you can’t.” I says sympathetically, my hand holding her jaw softly. “You know what being a bad girl gets you.” I rub her cheek with my thumb.

“I know.” Y/N looks down sadly. “C'mon baby, let’s go sleep now, yeah?” She nods her head. “Wait, my panties, Daddy.” She says as I pick her up and begins walking out of the room.

“You are going to have a shower, those ones are all messed up.” I say, picking her up. “Alright Daddy.” She says. “Let’s wash you up.” I says as my soapy hand comes in contact with her hip, making her jerk away.

I furrow my brows in confusion. “I don’t think you should touch me, Daddy.” She says. “I’m very sensitive right now.” “Oh baby girl, are you sure you don’t want Daddy to wash you?”

She nods. “I’m sorry, Daddy. I love you.” She kisses my cheek. “I love you too, princess. I’ll wait for you in the room.” When Y/N was finished she went into the room, and I helped her change into her pajamas. “Go to sleep, baby.” I kiss her lips before we cuddle.

“Daddy,” she asks after a while. “Yes?” “Am I really a bad girl?” “No, sweetie. You’re a good girl, you just misbehave sometimes.” “Can I be your good little girl again?” She turns around to face me. “Of course you can, baby. You’ll always be my good little girl.” I kiss her sweet lips once more before we both drift off into a deep sleep.

Midnight Masquerade - Part 8

Originally posted by beui

Genre: Vampire!AU | Fluff | Angst

Synopsis: Your best friend drags you into attending a masquerade ball with her, only to abandon you in the middle of the strange dance. Standing alone in the midst of a flurry of people, the events that play out here change the course of your life; only to leave you wondering; who is under the mask?

Pairing: Reader x Yoongi (Ft. the other boys of BTS cx)

Word count: 2119

Warnings: None for this part c:

Series: Pt 1 | Pt 2 | Pt 3 | Pt 4 | Pt 5 | Pt 6 | Pt 7 | Pt 8 | Pt 9 | Pt 10

(A/N: Ah, I’m not sure if this came out okay cx I really would like feedback, are you guys still enjoying the series? Is the pace too slow? Does it need more action? Please let me know! Ah, I’m not entirely satisfied with this part, but I wanted to update it, and I had to get it done today because I won’t have time tomorrow for sure ;-;)

Yoongi stared at Nurse Sumi, his figure now upright and attentive, his eyebrows furrowed in a questioning expression. Even the other boys in the room were murmuring amongst themselves, their gazes also focused towards Sumi, waiting for an explanation. The youngest, Jungkook, nudged Jimin, his eyes darting around at the other member’s inquisitive, surprised faces, knowing nothing about was going on.

“Come again?” Yoongi said slowly, glancing over at your figure still and unconscious, your hair sprawled out over the pillow, and then back to Sumi, his gaze intense and unwavering. “You’ve lost me, Sumi. And the others look even more confused, so care to explain?”

Sumi sighed, pulling over a plastic chair, the scraping causing the boys to wince slightly. Looking around at the boys, who were now leaned forward, listening intently, her gaze stopped on Yoongi, and she began explaining the situation.

“I’m not sure if I should be telling you this, or if I should leave this for your father to explain, but I guess I should explain what’s going on. To summarise, when you were a child, Yoongi, you were betrothed to, who I think is, (Y/N) over there,” she said, nodding at your sleeping figure. “If she is the right person, then she’s a half-breed, not fully vampire, but also not fully human. Something didn’t work out, it seems, otherwise she wouldn’t be here, she’d still be living in our area… I don’t know the specifics, but your father set me the task to find her again… and here we are… ” Sumi explained calmly, ignoring Yoongi’s increasingly confused expression.

Yoongi continued to stare at her, his eyes scanning her expression, and yet she remained straight faced, no sign of lying evident in her face. Was that why he felt such a connection to you? Did you know each other at one point? Who were you exactly? So many thoughts began swimming around in his mind, and he felt himself left with more questions than answers. The other boys began murmuring amongst themselves, their gazes occasionally darting to glance over at you, as Yoongi sat there, mulling over this new information.

“If she’s a half-breed as you say, then how will the… bite affect her? You said she’s not human, so…?” Yoongi’s voice broke the quiet atmosphere, his eyes fixating on the jagged scar on your neck. What brought him to do that? You fascinated him still, as he watched your still body, your skin strikingly paler than before.

“Why exactly does she have a bite mark on her neck, Yoongi hyung?” Jimin piped up from his corner of the room, a small smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “What did you do? You never did explain that.”

Everyone turned to stare at Yoongi once again, eyes squinting slightly in confusion and curiosity. “Ah that…” Yoongi rubbed the back of his head awkwardly, trying to work out how to explain himself. “I kinda might have bitten her… It was her scent…” Yoongi tried to defend himself before trailing off awkwardly, his eyes darting around the room as the boys snickered amongst themselves.

“You think he would’ve been able to tell she wasn’t exactly human, huh?” Namjoon asked, trying to hide his own smile, as the boys held in their giggles, Taehyung nudging Jungkook with a laugh.

Yoongi glared at them all, trying to hide his own embarrassment behind a cold front, but Jimin simply mumbled something to Hoseok by him, bursting out into a fit of giggles.

“You’re into some weird stuff, Yoongi hyung…” Jimin laughed, his eyes scrunching up into crescents. “What were the two of you getting up to, hm?”

“Say one more thing, and you’re dead Jimin,” Yoongi threatened, and yet spinning around when he heard you stir, groaning as you tried to sit up.

“What happened? Did I pass out again?” You said with a rough voice, shaking your arms around. The pain had lessened, resulting in a dull, bearable throbbing in your head. Crossing your arms, you looked around expectantly, your eyebrows raised.

“Now, can someone please explain what the hell has been going on with my body? The random fainting spells, the pain, everything?” You twisted your body, your gaze fixated on Yoongi. “Yoongi, what the hell did you do to me?” You gestured to the bite mark, and the room erupted with laughter again.

You were not in the mood for laughing at this point, you simply wanted answers, and so you balled up your fists in frustration, anger bubbling up in your chest, your stare becoming fierce and fiery.

“Do I have to repeat myself?” You said slowly, between gritted teeth, and pools of murky red unknowingly settled into your irises, flashes of flames beginning to burn. “Is someone going to answer my question?”

Sumi rushed over to your side, gently attempting to push you back down onto the bed, the boys now silent, worried by your sudden change. “This is definitely new to me,” she mused, chewing on her lip in thought. “I reckon the bite has caused a physical change… it seems the human side of you was always more dominant, but the bite is reversing that, causing the vampire side of you to come out…”

“Uh, excuse me? Human side? Vampire side? Care to explain?” You gestured with your hands, completely in the dark about your current situation, your anger only building up even more, your eyes becoming darker by the second.

Yoongi moved over to your side, as you snapped your head around to face him, and yet feeling yourself soften under his weirdly concerned gaze. He awkwardly reached out to take your hand, and you visibly relaxed, your eyes reverting to their usual colour, the boys sighing in relief, knowing that could’ve ended badly.

“Ah…” Sumi spent the next five minutes attempting to explain everything she had explained to the boys, much to your shock.

“So, let me get this straight… You’re telling me that not only am I a… half-breed, but that I was supposed to get married to Yoongi over there, someday? I barely even know him, how could that be possible? My mother doesn’t have a role in this, does she? Otherwise, I have no idea…” Your stare darted from Yoongi to Sumi and back, and you threw your arms up in frustration, wondering if you had imagined the whole thing or if this really was your life now. And yet, it gave some explanation to as why you felt yourself strangely drawn to this man you barely knew, apart from seeing him around the university. Why his presence seemed to calm you down, why you felt so drawn to him. Clearly this wasn’t an ordinary case of a promise to marriage; there was something more to it.

After sitting in contemplation for a few minutes, you remembered what you had heard eavesdropping on your mother, “The bite is going to activate the dormant side of her.”

The realisation slowly hit you, that she knew. Your own mother somehow knew about this, and she had kept it from you. You were some sort of weird hybrid - at this point, you didn’t know yourself anymore - and she hadn’t ever thought to mention it. You were determined to get answers as soon as you stepped into your house; you weren’t going to drop the matter. You weren’t even human anymore. You wanted a sound explanation from your mother, and so you opted to ask her about it as soon as you got home.

Sumi slipped out of the room, leaving you still lying in bed, the sheets pulled up to your chest, and the other boys murmuring to themselves. Yoongi was staring intently at you however, his eyes wandering over your face, almost as if he was looking for something. You noticed, and it unnerved you slightly, shifting slightly to stare back. You expected him to look away, having been caught staring, and yet he only met your gaze, the two of you once again caught in your own bubble, closed off from the rest of the world, oblivious to the giggles that had started up in the corner of the room.

Yoongi felt that same strange feeling of familiarity nagging at the back of his head, but he couldn’t quite tell what it was. Something about your eyes was so familiar to him, the way your eyebrows adorably furrowed when you were annoyed or confused. You seemed so familiar and yet so new to him, and he was beginning to think he’d somehow known you somehow at one point. Sumi did say the two of you were betrothed somehow, by your fathers, so your fathers must’ve known each other. Yoongi thought about it, feeling slight dismay, knowing the motive for his father must’ve been power or something similar. It was always about power and securing his family’s position in the hierarchy with Yoongi’s father, and he had always disagreed with it. But, what could he do? It was all about connections.

So why you? Yoongi was still baffled by it, his gaze still fixated on you as he tried to work out the meaning behind Sumi’s words. Why would his father get him betrothed to you? If his father cared so much about connections and ensuring the best for his family, why you? He hadn’t ever heard of you or your family; you didn’t even live nearby it seemed. Who were you?


You were equally baffled by the situation, if not more. You, betrothed to a man you didn’t even know? It all seemed very old-fashioned to you, and strange. Did your mother do this? Your father didn’t even play a role in your life; you had no memory of him, your mother always avoided the subject whenever you’d tried to bring it up, her eyes holding a sense of guilt, like she knew something that she wasn’t letting on. The events that had just began unfolding in your life left you with unanswered questions, some new, some question you thought you had buried years ago.

“So, if I’m a “half-breed” as she says… wouldn’t that mean one of my parents would have to be… well, a vampire?” You said out of the blue, your arms crossed in wait.

Yoongi seemed surprised by the question, biting his lip as he thought. “Well… I assume so, I’m pretty sure that’s how half-breeds work.”

You sat up, contemplating this new information. You highly doubted your mother was anything but human (Although, at this point you weren’t sure of anything, you weren’t even human) and so this led your thoughts to drift off to the father you barely knew. Was he a vampire then? You were determined to grill your mother about all the questions you were left with, determined for answers. You looked around the room, throwing the sheets off yourself and peering around,

Sumi walked back into the room, her gaze resting on you once again. “I think it’s best I sent you home for now, (Y/N). You should be okay to come in to uni tomorrow though.”

You sighed in relief, climbing out of the bed you had been laying in and grabbing your coat and bag, ready to leave at any moment. Yoongi felt a slight pang of forlorn, and yet he kept silent, watching as you gathered your things, and making a mental note to get a hold of his father once he returned home.

“I guess I’m going then…” You trailed off, meeting Yoongi’s gaze once again, and once again the feeling of familiarity returned, your head tilting to the side slightly as you tried to work out why you felt this way, why you felt like you knew him at one point in your life. You watched as he brushed his fringe away from his eyes, your mind suddenly casting back to the strange flashback you had on the night of the ball. The child reminded you so much of him, you thought - even though the memory didn’t even seem like it belonged to you - and you stopped in your tracks.

Was Yoongi the child in your flashback? Could you have known him as a child? How would that be possible? The building from that night had felt strangely homely in a way; you realised it was strange how you seemed to know where to go, how you knew to go towards that hallway. Who was this man?

Yoongi simply stared back, and it was as if you shared the same memory, your eyes both widened, and you both took a step back.

“Our parents have some explaining to do.” You both simultaneously said, a determined look evident in the both of you.

Days with bae pt.1

1. When you surprise him by coming to see him perform in a different country.

2. Always taking care of some business on his phone but tries not to when he is with you.

3. When he takes the lead for your date. He always takes you to cool places.

4. When you make him listen to cute romantic songs that remind you of him.

5. The kind of snapchats he sends you when he is away.

6. Late night food shopping, late night car rides and unplanned late night cinema or arcade dates.

7. When he takes you out to studio sessions and to show you off to his squad.

8. “are you serious right now babe? you are angry to me because I ate a slice of your pizza? you still have 3 more but its cool, i will buy another one. This time i wont eat because somebody will start crying again, so lets go back to the pizza store”

9. “stop taking pictures of me babe, i am trying to sleep”

10. Him copying what you do to your face to get you annoyed. 

11. “Baby listen, its you that i will always want, not her. I should have listened to you when you told me that she like me more than a friend even though she knows I have you. so lets go and talk to her about the situation tomorrow but right now, lets enjoy the rest of our date babe. what ride should we go on next? Oh babe, by the way, I love you and only you

12. Lazy days and cosy nights together . 

13. Attending parties but only to end up not talking to people because you are both in awe with how good each other looked. You both just staring at each other and slow dancing with each other throughout the party. 😻😻

All pictures are by DEAN (on his insta) except for the snapchat. It is made by me! 💕

(the couple in number 6 is not him idk the ppl)

PastelPastry 🍰

untitled //13RW//

Originally posted by stillthesamesarah


Pairing(s): Jeff Atkins x Reader (mentioned), Zach Dempsey x Cousin!Reader, O/M/C x Twin!Sister!Reader, Hannah Baker x Best Friend!Reader.
Requested?: N/A
Request: N/A
Warnings:  Attempted Suicide, angst, cursing
Word Count: 3378
A/N: Flashbacks are in italics. Reader has two siblings, a younger sister around 10-11-ish named Kaylee and a twin brother without a name. Also, this took me like over a month and I’m so sorry about that, writer’s block problems.

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Solas Returns

He comes to her at night while she’s sleeping. He should have stayed away, but his thoughts won’t leave him. And when they finally drive him to a frenzy, he goes to her side.

He knows he’s done too much for her to accept him now. All the hurt he’s caused her, all the blood on his hands… she would drive him from her and be right to do so.

But as he kneels beside the bed and gazes at her sleeping form, he knows this is where he needs to be. She has to know what he has come to tell her, even if all that comes of it is the loss of the hope in his chest. At least she will know the truth.

Still, he hesitates as he reaches out a hand to wake her. This could be his last moments with her, and he doesn’t want to lose them just yet. He takes in her peaceful face, pressed against the pillow, her hair disheveled. He commits her to memory. No matter what happens, he will always have this image to look back on.

He decides to wake her gently, caressing the side of her face and brushing back her hair. He takes in her deep breath, the fluttering of her eyelids, the sleepy gaze she gives him.

Then she jumps and pushes herself up on her elbows, blinking several times. “Solas?”

He smiles at her and can find no words.

She sits up fully, the bed sheet falling from her shoulders and revealing her white nightgown. She is an angelic figure against the dark of the night.

“Am I dreaming?” Her voice is hopeful and pained all at once.

He shakes his head. “No, you are not.”

She stares at him, and the corners of her eyes crinkle in confusion. “I don’t understand.”

“I was wrong, vhenan. And I’ve come to… to ask if you would…” Is it even worth saying? He knows what her response will be - should be. To set up her rejection of him… and yet this is the reason he came, and she must hear it. “To ask if you would allow me to… come back… to you.”

Her uncertain stare is worse than the reaction he was expecting. She should scream at him, push him, hit him, something. But none of that has happened, and as she stares at him all he can do is wait and imagine the worse.

A smile stretches across her face, and she reaches for his hand. “Come to bed.”

He does not understand.

When he doesn’t move, she tugs on him. “Come to bed.”

He shakes his head. “I don’t…” He drops his gaze to the floor. “The last thing you should want is for me to join you.”

Her hand leaves his and lifts his chin. “That’s not how this works.”

Her face is so soft, so gentle. He cannot fathom why she should look at him with such love in her eyes, yet she does. And despite himself, the hope in his chest swells.

Her fingers leave his face to find his hand again. “Come to bed.”

He follows her this time, allowing her to pull him to her. Sliding under the covers until she lies against him, her head on his chest. She presses her ear over his heart. 

He hadn’t planned for this. He does not know what to do with her kindness nor understands it. Yet he does not know if the how or why of it matters. She is with him, and he could want for nothing more.

“Am I dreaming?” she asks again.

Her voice shakes with emotion, and it’s like someone plunging a blade into his chest. How could he have hurt her so much she could not believe he had returned to her?

“No, vhenan.” He takes her face in his hands, guiding her mouth to his. He wants her to feel his lips, his eagerness, his love. He wants her to know as he does - even if he doesn’t understand - that she is cherished and wanted.

She makes a soft noise against him, out of surprise or pained hope he isn’t sure. But he takes his time, letting her take the moment in, to realize it, to know it as real.

When she pulls back from him with tears in her eyes, he wraps his arms around her, pressing her body to his so she can feel the whole of him. He is present and solid. He is warm and genuine.

She lays her forehead against his, her tears falling onto his cheeks. “Solas?”

He lifts her face, brushing aside her tears. He wishes he could take away her pain so easily. But for the rest of her life he will try somehow to make it up to her. Whatever it takes, until she can look at him and know he has always been hers.

“I am here, vhenan. And I am not going anywhere.”

Forgive Me [Draco x Reader, Five]

A/N: THERE WILL BE TWO SEPARATE ENDINGS!!! Yes, this is the last fic before the end! One ending will be where the reader gets back together with Draco, the other will be where they split ways. Also, heads up, this one sucks lol

also can we just appreciate this gif of Tom Felton he’s so hot i can’t

Word Count: 2,036

Warnings: Cursing I think?? awkwardness!!! really poorly written draco not gonna lie on this one

Tags: @friceaurelia07 @fandomlover03 @tiny-strawberry- @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night @1amorales1 @missidontknowwhatimdoing @weasleyswizardwheezs @canadianbirdie @all-theesee-fandoms @jellyunicornsworld

Part One/Two/Three/Four/Five(you’re here!)


Originally posted by nellaey

Draco pulled away from (Name) gently, eyes half lidded and hands shaking. (Name) looked at him with dazed eyes and rosy cheeks. 

The silence was almost comfortable. It wasn’t tense, nor awkward, but simply just silence. 

Draco could feel his stomach doing flips. He didn’t know what to say or think, he just knew that whatever he felt couldn’t be ignored. 

“I… Don’t really know what to say,” (Name) mumbled. Her eyes were cast downwards and her hair fell in her face. Draco lifted her chin up and gazed into her eyes that held the constellations he loved. 

“You don’t have to say anything.” He pulled her into another kiss, in which she complied to. 

The two parted ways, promising to meet up the next day at the same place. There was definitely something that needed to be resolved. 

(Name) went to sleep that night not feeling regret, but anxiousness. Was this what she had wanted all along? Could she just forgive him like that? Was it even okay to forgive him for what he did? 

Draco went to sleep that night knowing that she was what he wanted. Nothing more, nothing less. He had learned from his mistakes, and his decision was final. 

Draco Malfoy was in love with (Name) (Last Name), and he wasn’t ashamed for what he felt.

However, Draco also understood that (Name) was not naive, so he was nervous as to how should react when she came back to her senses. Would she yell at him? Be frustrated with what happened? Or would she cherish him? Tell herself that the kiss they shared was a new start?

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Alex didn’t have time to tell Kara about her change in relationship with Maggie before Kara left to save Barry Allen’s earth.  Alex and Maggie’s relationship continues to progress and Maggie is doing everything she can to district Alex from worrying about Kara (i.e. lots of sex).  Kara comes back to their earth, rushing into Alex’s apartment all like “Alex, you’ll never believe what happened!” and interrupts Sanvers in bed.

^^ prompt from Rachel

Alex is beside herself with worry, beside herself with anger.

That Kara didn’t tell her beyond the note she’d left. That Barry flipping Allen didn’t care enough for Kara to make sure she had her sister with her, to protect her.

She imagined he’d say that he and his team would protect Kara.

But no one protects her like Alex does.

So she’s beside herself with worry.

But Maggie?

Maggie is the escape ladder lowering down into her spiraling pit of anxiety and Maggie is the hope that Kara will be fine, Kara will be fine, Kara will be fine.

Because Alex isn’t the only badass in the family.

And besides.


This whole Maggie wanting to kiss her thing?

This whole Maggie wanting… her… thing?

This is amazing.

And very, very distracting.

And distraction is exactly what she needs right now.

She loves every new sensation Maggie is giving her, every new noise she never knew she could make; every new part of her body Maggie can light on the most pleasant of fires; every new taste on Maggie’s skin, every new way Maggie can make her orgasm.

No one’s ever made her orgasm before.

But right now? With Maggie, with this woman she’s wanted, this woman she’s fallen for hopelessly, helplessly?

This woman, this amazing woman, wants her too. This woman is falling for her, hopelessly, helplessly, too.

So if it’s eleven at night and her legs are spread wide open on her bed, it’s because she’s falling in love.

If it’s eleven at night and she’s naked and Maggie’s tongue feels so damn good, it’s because it’s Maggie, of course it feels so damn good, but it’s also because no one’s ever touched her like this before – no one’s ever licked her like this before – because she hadn’t wanted it, because they hadn’t cared to, but god, god, god, Maggie wants to, and god, god, god, she never wants her to stop.

If it’s eleven at night and her fingers are tangled in Maggie’s hair, and Kara bursts in through her front door, shouting, “Alex! You’ll never believe what happened!”, it’s because she has a girlfriend now, and now that Kara’s back in this universe, they’ll really have to figure out a sock-on-the-door policy.

Kara gasps and Kara covers her eyes and Maggie swears and wipes her mouth on her shoulder while she tosses Alex her shirt, and Alex?

Alex just gapes at her little sister, trying not to gape at her.

“Kara, you’re back! You’re… god. Good, okay. Okay, good.” Alex tugs her shirt on and accepts the shorts Maggie is passing her.

“I should go – ”

“No, Maggie, no, stay. Please. Please stay. Kara, you um… you remember Maggie, right?”

“I have images of Maggie doing… things… to my sister… in my head now, permanently, Alex, so if I didn’t remember her before, I will now.”

“I’m sorry, Kara, I didn’t know you’d – ”

But Kara just turns to Maggie, her arms crossed over her chest.

“Are you just sleeping with her for your own amusement? Because when I left, you weren’t interested in her. You didn’t want her. Did you figure you’d better get what you could from her before she moved on, or – ”



“It’s okay, Alex. You deserve someone to fight for you,” Maggie whispers, and Alex has heard her voice soft and low and intimate, but she’s never heard it quite like this before. Quite this defeated, this determined, this… humble. This terrified.

She wipes her mouth again self-consciously and stares steadily across the room at Kara.

“I was afraid, Kara. Afraid because I didn’t want to hurt Alex, since she’s just coming out – I didn’t want to take advantage – and I didn’t want to get hurt. Also because she’s just coming out, and I didn’t want her to just be with me because of bright, shiny coming out feelings, because I… I liked her – I care about her – too much for that.”

She studiously avoids Alex’s eyes, and Alex makes a note to ask her later why her hands were shaking so hard.

Kara uncrosses her arms and sighs.

“What changed?” she demands, still sounding more like Supergirl than like Kara, but her eyes are softer, now, and Alex stares between her girlfriend and her sister with a wide, tearful gaze.

“I almost died. And I… our lives are dangerous, Alex’s and mine, and I don’t… I don’t ever want to regret not… caring for her like I should. Like I want to.”

“So you’re girlfriends now?”

Alex preens and Maggie smiles, and the defensiveness of Kara’s stance melts just a little.

“That sound okay to you, Danvers?”

“If it’s okay with Kara,” Alex looks at her sister, and Maggie makes a note to remind Alex of the value of living life for herself.

“You don’t need my permission, Alex,” Kara says softly, and Maggie decides, again, that she really likes this girl.

“Come here, then,” Alex invites, and Kara practically bounds across the apartment into her sister’s arms.

“I missed you, Kara,” she kisses her hair. “I was so worried.”

“I’m here. I’m okay. And I want to tell you everything,” Kara says over Alex’s shoulder.

“I’ll go pick up pizza and potstickers,” Maggie offers quietly after a few long moments of the sisters hugging. “Kara, Alex said that’s your favorite. I’ll drop them off for you both, and then I’ll get going.”

“No, Maggie,” Kara interrupts, and Alex and Maggie both stiffen, nervous.
Kara disentangles from her sister’s arms, but she keeps her hands on Alex’s. 

“Bring enough home for three,” she tells Maggie, but Alex is the one she’s smiling softly at.

“By enough for three, she means enough for six: you haven’t seen my sister eat,” Alex tells her, eyes shining with tears, eyes matching her sister’s.

“Pizza and potstickers for six it is,” Maggie grins, her hands still shaking, but her smile?

Her smile can probably be seen way back on Earth 1. 

Little Warrior

The League watches over a baby Annabella.

Word Count: 1,257

Tagging: @speedypan @coffee-randomness @insideoflit @cupidjayne @teachingpanda

“So why are we here again?” Questioned Hal.

“Bruce hasn’t checked in at the Watchtower lately and I’m getting worried.” Said Diana.

“Okay but why do we all need to be here?” Asked Hal, Diana shot him a glare and he shut up.

Clark knocked and always Alfred opened the door. Diana noticed that the butler seemed very tired.

“Hello Alfred, is Bruce here?”

“Yes Mr. Kent, if you would follow me.” Said Alfred.

He escorted the league to the living room where they saw a very tired looking Bruce watching over a baby girl. The girl was walking around in a purple walker. When she spotted the league she squeaked in delight.

“So you have a daughter.” Said Shayera. Bruce’s head snapped in the direction of the league and groaned.

“Are we sure it’s spooky’s she seems too cheery to be his.” Said Hal and Bruce glared at him.

“How old is she?” Asked J'onn.

“Going to be a year in a month.” Bruce answers as he rubs his eyes.

“You managed to keep her hidden for almost a year?”

“Mr. Wayne didn’t want the media to find out Mr. Kent. And he also believed her could watch over her along with doing his duties as the Batman.” Said Alfred as he went to pick up the baby girl.

“What’s your name little warrior?” Diana asks as she tickles the girl tummy who squealed in delight.

“Annabella Wayne.” Said Bruce as he smiled at his daughter. “Come on sweetie it’s time to eat.”

“Bruce when was the last time you got any sleep.” Asked Jon.

“Two days ago.” Said Alfred. “Miss Wayne has been a bit difficult with going to sleep as of late.”

“Bats why don’t you let us watch over her a couple of days while you catch some zzz’s” said Barry.

“No she’s my responsibility.”

“Bruce you don’t have to do this alone. Let us help you.” Said Diana.

Bruce looked over at Annabella who was munching on Alfred’s tie. After a few moments he sighed.

“alright fine. Let me just gather some things.” Said Bruce.

“Would you like to hold her Miss Prince?” Asked Alfred.

“Of course.” Alfred passed Annabella to Diana. “Hello little warrior.”

The baby cooed and reached up to take Diana’s tiara.

“No no no.” Diana light scolded and the baby laughed. Annabella pressed her hand to her lips and extended it out as if she was blowing kisses.

“I wonder where she learned that from.” Clark chuckled and Annabella made grabby hands towards him.

Clark held her and she repeated the same action except this time she pressed her hand to his mouth. Clark smiled when suddenly she reached up and ripped his glasses from his face. Barry caught them before they hit the ground and placed them back on Clark’s head. Annabella squealed in delight and tried to take the glasses away again.

“See Clark even my kid thinks your disguise is stupid.” Said Bruce as he came back into the living room.

“Where are you going?” Asked J'onn as he noticed the small bag in Bruce’s hand.

“Decide to go to a hotel for the day if I hear her cry you’ll just wake up me not be able to sleep.” Bruce took Annabella from Clark. “I’ll be back first thing tomorrow morning. I love you.”

Annabella babbled and smiled when Bruce kissed her cheek, Barry held his hands out and Bruce hesitantly handed her over.

“Here is her schedule for the rest of the day. She should be eating right now so go do that first. Here are the different ways to contact me is anything goes wrong. And if something goes wrong you’ll be suspended from the league. Her room is at the top of the stairs to the left third door from the right. You’ll notice it there’s a sign with her name on it. And I think that’s it. Alfred shall we?” Bruce handed to folder to Diana.

“Of course Mr. Wayne, have fun Miss Wayne.” The butler kissed Annabella’s forehead.

Bruce gave his daughter one last kiss before leaving.

“Alright baby bat let’s get you some food.” Said Barry as he grabbed the folder and walked to the kitchen.

Annabella babble as Barry put her in her high chair and look around for her food.

“Alright baby bat here you go.” Said Barry as he sat down with a jar of baby food, he scooped some up and held it in front of her. Annabella made a face and pulled her head back. “Come on.”

Barry tried to bring the food closer to her but she pulled further away.

“Yeah I don’t blame you kid this stuff looks nasty.” Barry looked at the papers in the folder. “Says here your dad is trying to ease you into some solids.”

Barry sped around the kitchen and came back with a banana and some peanut butter.

“Alright let’s try this.” Barry scooped up some of the peanut butter and gave it to her.

She looked at it curiously before eating it. Barry noticed that she seemed to like it and continued to feed it to her occasionally giving her some mashed up banana.

“Barry you can’t feed a baby peanut butter.” Said Hal as he walked in.

“Why not look she loves it.” Barry gestured to Annabella who’s mouth was covered in peanut butter. “Alright baby bat let’s get you cleaned up.”

Barry picked her up and went to wet a paper towel. Once her face was clean Hal went up to them and tried to reach out for her but she held her hands close to her chest and leaned away.

“Oh come on you’ve been through half of the league’s arms it’s my turn.” Hal reached out for her again but she let out a cry of protest.

“Hal what are you doing?” Asked Jon as he walked in with the rest of the leaguers.

“Trying to hold her. Oh wait I got it.” Hal made a little green bunny appear in front of her and Annabella cooed in delight.

But when she reached out for it the bunny disappeared and Hal grabbed her. She began to cry and reach out for someone else. Jon quickly grabbed her and chuckled.

“Smart kid.”

“Well I think that proves she really is bats kid.” Said Barry.

“I will get you to like me.” Said Hal and the girl hid herself between her hands and Jon’s neck.

The rest of the day was spent entertaining the girl. She would be passed on from person to person everyone of them telling her stories. A the end of the day she was surrounded by her toys and babbling to a stuffed bear.

“Okay little warrior time for bed.” Said Diana as she came unto the living room with a freshly made bottle.

Diana picked up the girl and carefully place Cher in her crib and gave her the bottle. As the baby drank Diana noticed a book on the rocking chair next to the crib. She picked it up and inspected it.

“Alice in Wonderland, your father reads this to you!” Diana asked as she looked into the crib, the baby stared back at her curiously.

Diana. Rocked the spine of the book looked very worn out, where she opened it on the first page was in nice handwriting was written

For Bruce,
Love mom.

“So that’s why he reads it to you.” Diana smiled. “Okay then, shall we?”

Diana sat down and began to read.

[Brief fic-ization of @cityinthesea‘s amnesia-based DirkJake AU. Tentatively titled “let’s watch natalie really go to town on City’s Dirk-looks-at-Jake-like-he-hung-the-stars line.” Mostly just me wanting to write Dirk waking up in the hospital with Jake.]


Plastic stars are pretty in the innocent, easily impressed view of a child who doesn’t understand the underlying mechanics of glow-in-the-dark paint or underpaid foreign workers. Dirk is a mechanic, he knows that. He knows about phosphors. He knows about broken labor laws. But in the blurred haze after an indeterminate sleep he’s content to simply lay back and bathe in artificial starlight.

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One Last Time (Manorian)

Dorian Havilliard couldn’t stop the greedy smile that brightened his features as he felt the Witch Queen press closer against him, her scent and warmth flooding his senses in ways that would drive any man mad. It was winter however, an unusually cold one at that, or so he made Manon think sometimes.

The former Prince had always been a cuddler, and unfortunately he rarely had the opportunity to do so. His one-night adventures always ending in separate beds after a night of passion. For some reason, although he always knew he would rest better with a warm body next to him, he couldn’t convince himself to do so with the women and men he bedded before. It didn’t feel right.

Thoughts of Sorscha filled his mind, and he tried to think on those memories positively. The talk he had with Manon about it just two days before helped, and so did having her close enough that he could hear her faint, even breathing against his chest. Whatever this was developing between them, he thought, it seemed like it was going to end well.

They had both suffered enough.

A little miffed at the dark turn of his thoughts, Dorian stared at the white flap of the small tent, the moonlight so bright it illuminated the interior enough to make out faint shapes. Even within the confines of the tent, her hair seemed to glow and he drank in the sight of it draped so haphazardly on his clean shirts, the closest thing to a pillow they could find.

He didn’t mind that it was her hair on it, as he was starting to really enjoy having her scent in his nose whenever he dressed. And later in the day, when she was out on Abraxos and away from him, a whiff of his clothes was enough to remind him that she would return, the tent would be set up, and they would sleep in it together.

Dorian went stiff with surprise when he felt her hand shift up and over his waist and the goosebumps that appeared where her fingers trailed made him both warm and uncomfortable. Warm because she trusted him enough to sleep deeply next to him, but uncomfortable because she was starting to have a certain power over him that was only growing each day he spent next to her.

It was like a drug, these feelings.

And he wasn’t even counting the fact that they hadn’t been intimate in weeks. The traveling and fighting keeping them too tired to try anything even remotely sexual. Which, in Dorian’s opinion, made it that much worse, because she didn’t need to take off her clothes for him to know what he wanted.

And he was wanting her, in the full sense of the word.

He just wished this all to be over, and for a moment allowed himself the selfish thought of imagining a future without war…and with her. Acknowledging he wanted that future, and going so far as to fantasize about it made him nervous because this was it.

He was positive that if it wasn’t with Manon, if he lost her or she rejected him-both very possible scenarios-he was done with his feelings.

“Would you love me back?” He whispered as he curled over her and buried his face in her neck.

Perhaps he should end it all before it broke him further. He would feel the hit of separation heavily if he ended it that tonight, but if he let it fester…he didn’t know if he would be able to take it.

A small groan escaped his lips and he felt frustrated that the source of his misgivings was also the only thing giving him any sort of comfort.

A witch…out of all the women in the world he had to have a crush on an assassin, fall in love with a rebel, and end up in an even deeper hole of feelings-so deep he was sure, again, that there would be no other…with a witch-queen.


The mentioned one almost jumped at the sound of her voice, and even then, he enjoyed the sleepy intonation to it. “Hm?”

“You’re squeezing me.”

“Oh! Forgive me,” he muttered weakly, letting her go and feeling bad when she breathed out in relief. As her eyes lifted to his he explained, “when I can’t sleep I fidget and well…” he trailed off, not knowing how to properly relay his thoughts.

“Squeeze things?” She finished for him, taking the hand that was around his waist back. He immediately missed the warmth, so he did something he hadn’t dared to do before. He slowly took her hand and placed it back.

When he caught her frown, he explained, “keep it there. I like it.”

The oddest expression took over Manon’s face, and Dorian couldn’t tell if she was annoyed, angry, or just shocked. But she didn’t take her hand away, and he used the surprise to his advantage, placing a hand behind her back and pulling her into his chest. “You’re right,” he whispered into her ear, “I do like to ‘squeeze things.”

As if to prove his point, he hugged her close, but not enough that it impeded her breathing like before.

Her response was not what he expected.

“I don’t understand what you’re doing.”

He backed off, but only to look at her face. “What?”

“What are you doing?” She asked again and raised her hand in emphasis, “What is this?”

Dorian didn’t know how to respond, so he just stared at her for a few moments before he shrugged. “I’m not sure,” he paused, and then went for her hand again, but this time to lace their fingers together. “It just…feels right.”

The coldness that suddenly took over her body was instantaneous and Dorian’s face dropped when she sat up and leaned away from him. He imitated her when she grabbed her travel wear. “Maybe we should sleep in different tents tonight.”

“No, hey, wait.” He went for her upper arm and she glared at him like he was stopping her from going to Abraxos. “Look, I’m tired and half awake, I don’t know what I say most of the time.”

Her lips were held in a thin line before she spoke, “I think we both know what you’re saying.” The King couldn’t help but pull her back when she tried to go for the tent flap. “Let me go right now.”

“Just hear me out-”

She pulled at him, “no, let go.”


“If you don’t let go of my arm this instant I will tear you apart and feed you to the wyverns.”

The comment made him flinch and he gave her a hurt look. “Don’t go,” he muttered, sounding closer to a plea than he meant it to. It worked though, she didn’t struggle as she blinked at him.

“I don’t know what you want.” He felt like there was something else Manon was trying to tell him.

I don’t know if I can give you what you want.

He let go of her arm, but only to snake it around her waist, to pull her close as he said, “I just want you.” Dorian knew she was overwhelmed, could feel it in the way she froze as he tilted his head to kiss her cheek. “The nights are the only thing I look forward to, don’t ruin whatever this is when it’s the only time we’re both calm.”

Content with saying his part, Dorian finally let her go, taking his hand away and even going so far as to scoot back so they weren’t touching anywhere. His serious façade almost broke when Manon crossed her arms and huffed, “Why are mortal men so confusing?”

He couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh, mindful of the others sleeping in the nearby tents. “You think I’m confusing?”

“You spiel a monologue on wanting me to stay and then let me go at the last second. What isn’t confusing about that?”

“I just want it to be your choice.”

The witch stared at him for a while, her golden eyes bright even in the dim lighting. “You mean that?”

“Yes,” he said earnestly.

As if on a prowl, Manon went toward him, going so far as to brush her lips against his before saying, “then I’ll see you tomorrow, princeling.”

Dorian could only watch, wide-eyed and with his jaw comically open as Manon took her things, winked at him, and left the tent.

And despite the fact that she truly had left, a smile spread over his face.

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(the stardew valley au for critical role that no one asked for, but i wrote anyways, bc i’m a sucker for found family / healing narratives, and because the idea of percy and cass learning to love each other and themselves, whilst working a farm and making friends with the locals, was too good to pass up. will i write more of this? who knows.)


Cassandra was the one driving when they finally arrived. In the passenger seat beside her, Percy was curled up, sleeping shallow and fitful – seatbelt off, knees drawn up to his chest, eyes rolling under the thin, bruised skin of his eyelids. The faint, green glow of the truck’s dials made the pale skin and sharp angles of his face look sickly, threw the purple of his newly-acquired scars into sharp, unpleasant relief.

Outside the truck, now the engine was off, it was eerily silent, and oppressively hot without the air conditioning running. Used to the steady traffic noises of the city, and the relative chill of Maine, mid-spring rural Alabama was alien in every possible way. She could remember vacationing here as a young child, but that was years ago, distant enough that she had only had hazy memories of a quaint farmhouse, overgrown fields, running through grass well above head-height in a muddied sundress as Julius called after her in alarm.

The farmhouse she’d parked behind looked significantly more dilapidated than the one from her memories. Parts of the roof were bowing in, and there were weeds growing through the cracks between the stones. The fields looked much the same, though the darkness and the unfamiliar sounds of nighttime animals added a layer of unknown menace to them.

Or perhaps, she thought, that was just her. She’d never been afraid of the dark as a child, after all, but now…

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rushman2-0  asked:

Hey mom, I know you're not taking prompts right now and I totally get if you can't bc you always come first (never forget that) but I'm having a really rough night and I was wondering if you could write something for Alex having OCD and needing to control things and she's pretty good at knowing herself (she'd have to be) but sometimes she can't and she throws herself into work and training bc theyre the things she can control and Maggie pulls her out of it? idk if that makes any sense sorry ily

She’s generally got it under control.

It’s generally not something that gets visible to anyone else.

J’onn knows. Of course J’onn knows. And Kara knows. Of course Kara knows.

They help, when it gets overwhelming.

When her thoughts spiral and won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop, when she needs to have everything in the lab just so because it won’t stop, won’t stop, won’t stop, when she needs to get out of the apartment and get into work because she knows what will happen if she stays. Which is how Eliza knows.

She wishes Eliza didn’t know.

That never helps. Eliza never helps.

Eliza makes her cycles stronger.

It won’t stop.

Now? Now, it’s Maggie. Now, it’s Maggie, because she’ll find out that Alex isn’t cool and badass and calm and kickass. She’ll find out that Alex is a complete wreck inside. She’ll find out and she’ll leave and Alex will break and she needs to be in the lab. She needs to be training new recruits.

She’s good at those things.

She’s good at those things.

She’s good at those things.

J’onn sighs when he sees her – feels her, really – slip back into the DEO after two long shifts that most certainly mean she should be home sleeping and eating ice cream and resting, not coming back for more.

He tries to make a habit of never deliberately dipping into her or anyone’s thoughts, but strong, powerful surface thoughts always leave impressions in his mind.

So he sighs, because he knows, and smiles softly, because he’s proud. Because somewhere in Alex’s struggle right now, she remembers that she copes better when she doesn’t close herself off, alone. And she’s doing what’s best for herself by dragging herself here.

He will never stop being proud of his eldest Earth daughter.

And he’s hardly surprised when his newest daughter shows up with a bewildered, concerned look on her face a few minutes later.

“Hey J’onn, I’m sorry, is Alex here? I thought she’d be home, I know she just got off some really long shifts, but she’s not picking up her phone, and – “

He puts his hand on Maggie’s shoulder and leads her to one of the sparring rooms without a word.

“She’s not feeling so great, is she?” Maggie asks, and J’onn glances down at her, curious and impressed.

“I may be new, but I know her,” Maggie answers his unspoken question, and his eyes smile down at her.

“She’s not feeling so great, no,” J’onn confirms softly as they stop in the entryway of a room identical to the green room except lacking in Kryptonite-emitters. She’s got some new recruits lined up and she’s teaching them a new set of moves, and damn, is she good at it.

She’s good at it.


A demanding but thorough teacher. A ruthless, smart fighter.


She can’t control her mind, maybe, but dammit, she can control the way her body wraps around a new recruit’s and shows him how to throw her down. She can land perfectly, and call attention to the way that she let herself fall without breaking any bones, so the rookies can learn how to both throw down and be thrown down most effectively. She can flip herself off of her back and back onto her feet without using her hands, because she can control her strong, how agile, how useful, her body is.

Maggie watches her with a tilted head and soft eyes, and she sees the battle raging in Alex’s, and she knows that she’s in love.

J’onn can feel it radiating off of her, and he smiles.

“I’ll leave Agent Danvers in your very capable hands,” he says, because Alex’s family is growing and he couldn’t be happier. Even if it added another child for him to worry over. It was worth it.

“Hey Danvers, you about done beating up the newbies?” Maggie calls, and Alex stiffens, and the rookies grin.

“Oh come on, it’s just training, once we finish basic, we can take her,” Yve calls, and Alex scoffs.

“Doubt that, Butler,” she parries, but stiffens and dismisses them to practice on each other in a different room nonetheless.

Maggie squeezes Yve’s hand on the way out, and Alex has barely-controlled terror in her eyes.

“I’ve got to go join them, supervise their session,” she tells Maggie quickly, efficiently.

Maggie nods softly. “You can do that if you need to, babe, but I think you need some sleep.”

Alex gulps and her breathing starts to get ragged, her heartrate starts to skyrocket. “Can’t sleep.”

Maggie is quiet for a long, long, long moment, and then, “Thoughts spiralling, Danvers?”

Alex blinks rapidly and swallows and fights the instinct to run. “How – “

“I know you, Alex. Here babe.” She puts her hand on Alex’s chest. “Breathe out into my hand, okay? Just breathe into my hand. Just breathe into my hand.”

Alex glares for a long, panicked moment before closing her eyes and conceding. Her coiled muscles relax somewhat in a few breaths, and Maggie strokes her cheek softly. “Come home with me, Ally. You need to rest.”

Alex tenses again.

“Breathe into my hand,” Maggie repeats, and Alex does.

“I have to…” She splutters, at a loss for explaining, and thinking, hoping, from the kind, patient, affectionate look on Maggie’s face that maybe, just maybe, she doesn’t have to.

“I know. I know. What if I promise not to leave your side until it gets quieter in there? Hm?”

“And then you’ll leave?”

“Would you want me to?”

Alex shakes her head fearfully.

“Then no, I’d stay to celebrate the quiet with you.”

“Why are you – “

“Because I love you, Danvers. Because you’re amazing and you’re allowed to feel what you feel and be supported every step of the way. Okay?”

Alex quirks her lips to the side and Maggie nearly swoons.

“You’re the best.”

“I certainly hope so, because the best is exactly what you deserve.”