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maapllee · 8 days

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All The Stars~ PT.3

BAKUGOU X SECRET ADMIRER PT.3

A/N: I love this part n I love writing for y'all, you guys are so sweet. I know I said this part would come out a few weeks ago, but my kitten contacted parvo virus. I hope you guys understand :<

P.S: I'd like to add that one of the next parts will have slightly suggestive themes, nothing too descriptive.

ALL THE STARS PT.1 | ALL THE STARS PT.2

You groaned, jolting awake from what you thought was a short nap. The sun was blazing, hot on your skin now. Your head and throat throbbed- you were dehydrated and miserable. Propping yourself up on your elbows, you took in your surroundings.

Bakugou shut the door to his dorm so hard the walls shook. His muscular back rested against the wooden door. He closed his eyes, panting. The book in his hands felt like concrete, heavy and cold. Taking a deep breath, he calmed himself down. Opening the book, he took in the pages- pages and pages of sketches of himself sitting idly in class. He had to admit, you had some real talent there. He looked so calm, taking notes while resting his chin on his palm.

Meanwhile, you pulled your knees towards yourself, taking a minute to recall the past few hours. Eyes widening, you frantically searched around as you remembered you had set your sketchbook down- it would be no short of a disaster if anyone opened that book. Maybe it wasn't THAT great of an idea to carry said book out of your dorm room. Shit. Bakugou pulled Kirishima into his dorm room, his heart beating in his temples now. "Woah, I didn't think L/N would be the one who was putting those gifts in your locker! I can't say I'm surprised though, you guys are so thoughtful with each other." Kirishima nodded. "Thoughtful with wHO, I can't fuckin stand her. She's so annoying and dumb and stupid, almost stupider than Deku." Bakugou shouted, hands on his cheeks.

"Yeah, totes bro." Kirishima deadpanned, patting Bakugou's back. "So, when're ya asking her out? There are a couple good movies in the theatre or that new cafe down the street... We should ask Denki, he looks like the kinda dude to have this kinda experience", Kirishima rambled on and on, which all went over the blond's head, too busy calming the thumping in his chest, his head steaming.

Shaking his head, Bakugou took a deep breath in. "Fuck that, We have training at Ground Beta in half an hour. We'd better start heading over and warming up." Bakugou said, ushering Kirishima out of his room. Closing the door shut, He put his forehead to the cool wood at the thought of facing you at the Ground- knowing you, you must be having a panic attack at the mere thought of your sketchbook being missing- fuck- now that he thought of it, that was fucking selfish of him to do. He wondered if he could slip it into your dorm room while you were on the ground- he could fake an injury or a fever or something, he'd just have to convince Aizawa Sensei. A tough task in itself.

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You stood next to Uraraka at Ground Beta. You shifted your weight from one foot to another as your fingers fiddled with your hair, still anxious over how you couldn't find your sketchbook this morning. Bakugou was stretching with the boys in some distance, taking note of how you couldn't hide how anxious you were. Almost in tears, you thought about the possible scenarios. What if someone had taken your book? What if they'd shown Bakugou? What if they'd leaked it all around UA? Your hero career was as good as over.

Aizawa Sensei walked onto the ground, patting your back as he took notice of how down you were. Aizawa Sensei started reading off the pairings for training. You shook your head, taking in deep breaths while steadying yourself to get your head in the game. UA wasn't for the weak and you weren't going to let something as small as this drag you down- they were just sketches and you could always claim the book wasn't yours, un-named as the book was.

"YN/LN and Bakugou Katsuki, please make your way to the centre of Ground Beta."

You physically flinched as you grimaced at the pairing. Uraraka gave you a small push, urging you to step forward. Aizawa Sensei gave you the side eye, wondering what kind of argument you and Bakugou had again, prompting this kind of reaction from you. Little did he know, huh?

TAGLIST: @lovra974 Thanks so much for keeping up with the series~

#bnha #aizawa shouta #bnha x reader #bnha fanfiction #bakugou fanfiction #bakugou #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki #bakugou katuski x reader #shinsou hitoshi #katsuki x reader #katsuki bakugo x reader #katsuki #bnha bakugou

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lxstfathier · 3 months

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Cachorrita

Pt.5

Here you go, another thot for the cachorrita series, inspired on this ask that i received the other day, now including our beloved 141 boys! Hope you like it!! 💗

Warnings: spanking, pussy inspection, ale is kinda mean in this one lmao.

It’s 3 a.m. you really didn’t think that someone else, besides you and Johnny, would be awake. But when you sneak out of his place, cautiously trying to get to your own room, you’re caught by Alejandro and Rodolfo at the end of the hallway.

“Qué chingados estabas haciendo?” (what the fuck were you doing) Alejandro asks immediately, finding it strange to see you roam around the base at such a late hour.

You don’t know what to say. They’re not stupid, they won’t believe you if you tell them a lie, especially when you’re so close to the dorms where the 141 are staying for a few days. But that doesn’t mean you won’t try to get away with it.

“Uh- nothing, i just went to the bathroom” it’s all you manage to spit out, nervously playing with your hands.

But of course, they notice your nervousness, and that obvious look on your face that they know quite well. Those big guilty eyes that you do when you’ve been caught doing something bad.

“The bathroom is away from here” Rodolfo says, quickly catching on your lie just as you’d feared.

That’s all they need to know exactly what were you doing there, and they’re not happy about it. Their puppy? whoring herself out to the new men in base? hell no, you’re property of los vaqueros, not the 141, so they gotta remind you who do you belong to.

Alejandro grabs you by the collar, yanking it with enough force to make you gasp, and then drags you inside your room to throw you face down on the bed.

Lifting your ass up, he pulls down your shorts and uses his knee to push your legs apart, revealing what he was looking for.

“Look at this Rudy” Alejandro growls, spreading your swollen pussy with his fingers, just to see the thick cum still dripping out of your little hole. “Está llena de leche” (she’s full of cum).

“Who did that?” Rudy asks you.

“Johnny” you tell the truth this time, suppressing your moans when Alejandro rubs some circles on your sensitive clit.

“You didn’t have permission to fuck him”.

Without a warning, Alejandro takes his hand away from between your legs and lands a rough slap to your ass, so hard that your eyes fill with tears and a whine scapes from your lips.

He does it again, and again, until your soft skin turns red. But you don’t protest, you just accept your punishment like the good puppy that you are.

“Eso es suficiente Ale” (that’s enough) Rudy intervenes, making the colonel stop. “Besides, i think that maybe we can let our cachorrita have some fun with them, it may help the guys to get rid of some stress and boost their focus on the next mission”.

Alejandro thinks about it for a few seconds. Rudy has always been that voice of logic for him, not for nothing he’s the sergeant major, so he agrees with the idea.

Nothing bad can happen if they share you with the 141 for a while, right?. After all, pleasing men is what you enjoy the most.

“Bien” (fine) Alejandro lets go of his harsh grip on your collar, and pulls up your shorts, allowing you to lay down on the bed. “Now cachorrita… you’ll take a nap and then, before everyone wakes up, you’ll go to the captain’s room. It’s an order. Entendido?”.

“Si” you nod, smiling as you get under the blankets.

“Good girl.”

He pets your head, running his fingers thru your soft hair. Maybe not so mad at you like you had thought a few minutes ago. His touch more gentle and soft. Oh… if only you knew how much he hates to punish you.

After that, they both tell you to rest, and then go out of your room together, turning off the lights to let you sleep for a little bit.

But you can’t fall asleep at all, you just hug one of your stuffed animals while thinking about your next affair. Johnny was so sweet with you, he even praised you for being such an obedient pup! and you’re dying to know if captain Price will do the same!!

#cod smut #call of duty fanfic #alejandro vargas x reader #rodolfo parra x reader #johnny mactavish x reader #alejandro vargas smut #johnny mactavish smut #141 x reader

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panic-in-the-multiverse · 1 year

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Sleep Little Angel, Sleep

Pairings: Castiel x Winchester!teen!reader

Imagine: you can’t sleep but Castiel is there to help

Warnings: angst?, sleep deprivation, mention of depression, mention of possession by a demon (not really), I think there’s one mention of the f-word, idk what else, mention of y/n if that’s a warning I have no clue if I’m honest

A/N just a short comfort fic for all you sleep deprived supernatural fans out there *cough* me *cough*, writing this actually helped me sleep so + to that I guess, bc this is kinda how it have been for me lately except I don’t have a Castiel to help me sleep. Which is why I haven’t posted/written anything in a while :) anyway hope you guys like it bc idk really and I hope you all have a good sleep tonight <3

As usual I put it down as teen reader but the reader can be older and Cas might be a bit OOC

You layed in bed, staring up at the ceiling, but at the same time nothing in particular. The sound of silence filled your ears and the occasional cars that drove past outside the window was a refreshing sound. Your tired eyes dropped but you couldn’t in any way sleep. It was for some unknown reason impossible.

For once your head was empty of thoughts. Nothing ran through your head. You didn’t have the constant race between hundreds of thoughts competing to be heard the most. Everything was silent.

The other people in the bunker were quiet, not even a sound from your brothers was heard, and they often stayed up longer than you did. It was too quiet. The cars only came one by one each hour or so in the unhealthy times of the night.

Sometimes you thought you were possessed by some demon making you feel this way, but you were pretty sure a demon possessing you would be more fun than the boredom of the night was giving you.

The tiredness that went through your whole body did nothing to help. You were exhausted, but still you couldn’t bring yourself to sleep. It wasn’t intentional, you’d tried to sleep many times, but nothing seemed to ever work. So instead you continued to stare up at your sealing, there wasn’t much else to do at this time anyway.

It took another three hours, before you completely gave up. Turning on your side you checked the watch. Two in the morning. You didn’t entirely know how you could function by now, you hadn’t slept in three days, except for the one nap you accidentally took in the car while Dean drove to the store to pick up some pie if you remembered correctly. But that was days ago, maybe it had been more than three days ago, you didn’t quite know. The only thing you knew was that you were bored to death, sleep deprived and probably in one of your depressive episodes. But you could never be sure about the depression, it always lingered around the corner waiting to strike you down.

You wanted to go up and maybe take a night snack but it would wake your brothers up and you knew it wouldn’t help either. So you stayed in your laying position, still staring at the apparently interesting sealing. You noticed some new shapes that you swore hadn’t been there before, but maybe you notice more things the more you watch something. It was like when you watched a movie for the hundredth time and noticed something new. Except it would be more exciting to watch a movie than your sealing.

A few hours later, or maybe it was just a few minutes a flapping of wings was heard. Your eyes were still unmovable from tracing every dent and dusted corners of your sealing. It was most probably an angel who’d appeared in your room, and you couldn’t care less of who, if you were honest, maybe you could get an excuse to get up and do something exciting. However it turned out to be your favorite angel.

“Y/N, you need to sleep” Castiel’s voice rang out making you look at him, it was strange to hear something break the silence. Your irritated eyes were a bit glossy from not sleeping and Castiel noticed that the dark bags under your eyes were more prominent than ever. He and your brothers knew of your problem with sleeping but it seemed you never tried to get help from them, or to even get some of those sleeping pills. You’d always shrug it off saying you were fine, that you weren’t tired, or for those occasional days you told them you were tired they’d make sure you slept in the car, but those rarely happened anymore. Castiel had sensed your tiredness, and when he’d have to save you from a vampire he knew he needed to help you, but you had shut him out. The angel didn’t want to force you to sleep but if that was what it took to make sure you were sleeping and taking care of yourself he would.

“I know Cas, I just, I can’t” you paused before your voice cracked a bit at your next words “I’m so fucking tired Cas, I, I don’t know what to do”

Castiel walked closer to your bed until he was right next to it. A bit uncharacteristically of him he bent down and tilted his head while he took in your appearance from a closer view. “Let me help you” his blue eyes stared into yours and you closed your eyes for a second, which caused a new wave of tiredness to crash through you.

“Will you stay here” why you asked you weren’t quite sure, but you did anyway and got a nod from your favorite angel. You knew what he meant by helping you. You’d seen him do it to Dean a lot of times, but you had never brought yourself to ask Cas to do it on you. It felt strange and wrong, but at the moment you didn’t care, you were too exhausted. Sleep would be your only release and nothing in you seemed to be willing to give it to you. Maybe that’s why you wanted him to stay, so that he could protect you when you were in a deep sleep that you wouldn’t wake up from in a while. So that he could wake you if anything went wrong.

“I will stay, I promise, I’ll be right beside you when you wake up” with that you gave him a nod and he gently put two of his fingers on your forehead. It didn’t take long for sleep to take over you. Exhaustion and tiredness took over your whole being in one sweep and your eyes closed. You could finally get your release from the life you lived. You could finally rest for a while, You would for once not be exhausted when you woke up.

However before you fell asleep you heard Castiel softly murmur in a whisper “Sleep little angel for nothing will come your way tonight, sleep and dream of sweet dreams”

True to his word Castiel stayed by your side, he made sure no nightmares came your way, and you slept peacefully for the first time in a while. You slept for the first time in a while, and Cas woved he wouldn’t let it go further than this again. He would protect his baby angel if it so was the last thing he did, and to make sure you slept was only one part of it.

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anincompletelist · 5 months

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[ vol i | vol ii | fic rec fridays ]

hi all! :D happy december! I've read so many amazing fics this past month and the tbr list just keeps on growing! I wanted to share some here so they don't get lost in the shuffle!

as always, please remember to leave kudos and a comment if you enjoyed the fic or show support in other ways, and be kind! mind the tags and if you come across something you dislike, please kindly (and quietly) move on.

that said, happy reading and enjoy! <3

in no particular order --

(i would stay forever if you said) don't go | @coffeecatsme | T+ | 6k

The words echo in his head, unbidden. The words from another life, practically another universe, shoved inside the small walls of a gilded cage, hidden in a room in London with shuttered windows and locked doors. A boy’s voice Henry still remembers ten years later, when he doesn’t quite remember what he had for lunch the day before. A boy’s voice on a phone that understood him better than every member of his family, even an ocean, a continent, three thousand miles away. A boy’s voice that told him in no uncertain terms that it was okay if he wasn’t okay, that allowed him to pave a path until he was. To open a new shelter in New York City, Henry needs to interview a host of potential lawyers to hire. He doesn't expect one of them to be the boy that saved his life ten years ago.

(mind the tags!)

a rich and complex tapestry | @everwitch-magiks | E | 8k

When Alex first hooks up with Henry, he's expecting a fun one-night-stand and maybe the occasional booty call. He does not expect to get so completely pulled into Henry’s orbit that it forces him to reevaluate everything he thought he knew about his sexuality. And he's not sure if it makes it better, or way worse, that Henry is actually a professional at all this stuff — what are the odds that Alex would hook up with the one guy on campus who hosts his own radio show about sex? 'Sleeping With Henry' is about to gain one devoted listener.

outta luck to spend | potentiallyunloveable | T+ | 9k

“Nora ignorin’ ya?” a voice says from beside him, and Henry startles, turns to his left, is suddenly frozen. The man who’s slid into the seat next to him, silently, without Henry noticing, is quite possibly the most beautiful man Henry’s ever seen in his life. He’s got the widest smile, sweet dimples, soft brown skin and impossibly long eyelashes. He’s wearing a fucking Stetson, and Henry feels like the wind’s been knocked out of him. Or: Henry (lost, hopeless) meets Alex (bright, hopeful), in a bar in Texas.

(mind the tags!)

everything's growing in our garden | @matherines | T+ | 7k

That night, in the safety of his hotel room on the outskirts of the Olympic Village, Henry couldn’t catch his breath. He coughed and coughed, feeling like he was choking on nothing, but there was a scratching sensation in his throat that he just couldn’t shake – until a single blue petal flew past his lips, landing in the porcelain bowl of the sink. After an hour of painstaking Googling, he learns that it’s a Texas bluebonnet. He also learns what the fact that he’s coughing up petals means – the beginning stages of Hanahaki Disease. Rare, but not unheard of, according to the NHS website he browses in an incognito tab. Common in royal bloodlines (thank you, inbreeding). "Only curable if the afflicted’s love is requited with a declaration," he reads, and slams his laptop closed with a bitter laugh, wet with tears. "A surgical procedure removing the afflicted’s capacity for love may be performed if the love remains unrequited. Otherwise, the condition is terminal." So, then. He has no chance.

ocean waves | seafloor | E | 10k

Henry Fox wakes up with a toothache one morning, and has a lot of feelings about certain things for days afterwards.

while you were sleeping (I fell in love) | @kill8a | M | 3k

As their relationship progresses, Alex notices that Henry’s sleeping habits start to progress as well. Notably, more naps, less insomnia, and a knack for falling asleep at any hour of the day.

So I Will Weather The Storm | @sparklepocalypse | E | 9k

They’re in the air twenty minutes before the next report comes in, this time over their headsets. “Patient is located on the eastern side of Sgòr Gaoith. He reports a sudden snow squall came up, and he lost his footing and took a fall. He’s conscious and reports no major injuries, but he’s stuck on a ledge and can’t make it back to the trail. Patient is wearing a red jacket and a black knit cap and states his name is – ” there’s a burst of static over the radio. “Please repeat the patient’s name,” Henry says into the headset mic as Schlosser programs the mountain’s location into the GPS. There’s a bit more static, and then the dispatcher states, “Alexander Claremont-Diaz.” (Or, a movieverse canon divergent AU wherein Henry is in the RAF and Cakegate still takes place, but the PR campaign doesn't happen – and two months after Cakegate, Alex does something dumb on a mountain in Scotland.)

crawl | ironwords | E | 6k

“Well,” Alex says. He swallows, mouth dry. Closes his eyes, takes the hand not in Henry’s and runs it along his tummy, up and up to his bottom rib and then up over that as well. The skin is soft, but the bones under them are hard, firm under Alex’s palm; his fingers dance over the spaces and grooves, feeling along the edges of bone and dipping into the empty space between. Deep breath: in, out. In again, hold it for a few seconds, then out. Then: “I want to, like. Be in you.” Oh wow. Nice one, Alex. Awesome phrasing. Fucking great job.

'til the walls did crumble and | @ninzied | E | 5k

So much for using the wrong fork at dinner. He’s pretty sure this is a thousand times worse. Hundred-thousand? Nora could give him the exact number. Also, he’s pretty sure there’s still buttercream on his ass. (Or, Alex has his bisexual awakening in a bathroom at Buckingham Palace, and also finds leftover cake in Henry’s hair. The two things are not not related.)

Moon Bride (To Have and To Hold) | satinbirds | M | 7k

When the man is brought before him, it’s as if the whole world stops. Clad in delicate gossamer, his apparent frailty is accentuated by the sheer fabric. It is likely a cheap attempt to entice him, yet it only elicits displeasure from the king. He already wishes to dress this fragile figure in the veil of his people, cover him from invidious and lustful eyes.

It's Called Tact, Fuck-Rag! | @largepeachicedtea | E | 12k

Texas had been an odd choice, some might say. Henry thinks it's perfect. College is a time to go crazy, after all. (A Scream AU)

(mind the tags!)

Aftercare | @whimsymanaged | M | 2k

When Alex has an intense hookup without aftercare, he finds himself on his best friend Henry’s doorstep in desperate need of looking after.

that's all for now!! hoping to get some more free time this month to read once I finish up some wips! be kind to one another this holiday season, and happy reading! :D

-- sarah / anincompletelist xx

#fic recs #my fic recs #red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb fic recs #red white and royal blue fanfic #firstprince

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tobylovesspence · 1 year

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Wilbur Soot: Your Loser Boyfriend Who Sleeps Everywhere

Wilbur has a tendency to not sleep at night(when he's supposed to) so instead he falls asleep everywhere else. Here's some times when he does.

His bed.

The first time he actually sleeps in bed. It's noon however and you were meant to stream half an hour ago. "Wilbur...you awake bud?" He just groans, cuddling into his pillow. "No. I'm not." You laugh and pat his head as he digs his face further into the pillow. "Not today, I just wanna nap." And how could you say no to such a thing, so you agreed to let him sleep and get up to leave, wrong move however because you're tugged back, down into his side. And you're stuck taking a nap at noon. You didn't mind though, you knew he needed it.

2. At band practice

Wilbur tried to listen to Ash while he tuned his guitar, he really did try to listen to his story he told while he did so. But he was tired, so very tired. And you sat right beside him, listening and nodding your head softly to show Ash you were listening and Wilbur wanted nothing more than to curl into your side and sleep. So he did, laying his head on your shoulder and cuddling into his coat, you had yours strewn across your lap, having only worn it due to the rain outside. You felt his glasses tilt against your shoulder and looked down curiously. Seeing Wilbur already half passed out, laying on your shoulder and cuddled into himself wasn't what you expected to see. But it was cute.

3. During a game of chess

You sat on your phone, watching Ash and Wilbur pass time by playing chess. You watched Ash make a move and Wilbur stayed in place. "Will? Buddy it's your turn." You watched him shake awake. "H-huh?" He asked groggily, turning to you. Ash laughed, "Why don't you take a nap?" Wilbur shook his head before yawning and complying. Getting up and walking over to where you sat before Mark took his seat, ushering Joe over to help him play against Ash. Wilbur plopped down next to you, cuddling into your side, laying his head on yours as his arms snaked around your waist. "Tired love?" He just nodded before nodding off again.

4. The movies

Ash treated the band to a movie since they had one more day before they went back home and no more performances. However he got the ticket time wrong and you ended up arriving an hour or so early. You got up to leave when you noticed Wilbur and Mark laying on the ground. "What are you guys doing?" You stood above Wilbur's head, looking down to look into his eyes when you realized they were closed. "Well are they ready to go?" Ash asked, "No. Wilbur fell asleep on the floor." You muttered as Joe and Mark burst out laughing. Wilbur being the rock he was however, was unfazed.

5. On Stream.

Wilbur had decided a late stream with Tommy would be good and played his music to start. After a while he began to grow tired. Responding to Tommy's loud rants with small flinches at his loud tone or a small "Mhmm". Wilbur began to fall asleep, Tommy simply not knowing continued his story as Wilbur rested his head in his hand, you were noted to the fact he fell asleep when his head hit the desk while you were in the hall. Opening the door you saw him laid out on the desk, "Will?" You asked under your breath, the only response you got was a snore. And then you stepped in to wake and move him when you saw chat "Awww he fell asleep and Y/n came in to help him!!! HOW CUTE!!! THEYRE ENDGAME!!" You laughed softly, shaking him awake by his shoulders as Tommy groaned, "That asshat fell asleep!"

6. Watching TV

You had found a nice show on Netflix you wanted to start and begged Wilbur to watch it with you. At first you both sat on the couch cuddling before Will moved to sit between your legs. "It will make it easier to stay awake." You offered to turn off the TV since he was tired but the Soot man just shook his head. So you played with his hair and he leaned back to lay his head on your lap. Moving across the room to lean against the coffee table. "Why'd you move?" You asked with a pout as he gave you a playful glare. "You are making me tired." He still fell asleep regardless of being across the room from you or not.

7. In The Kitchen Cabinet

Wilbur was messing around with Tommy in the kitchen for a vlog the kid wanted to do so you stayed out of their way and watched TV in your room. At some point you had come out to look for Wilbur, only to see Tommy leaving. "Where's Will?" You asked quietly as Tommy shrugged, giggled to himself, and left. You stared at the door in confusion before hearing small snores. You followed your ears, leading you into the kitchen. Was that your cabinet? You opened it to find Wilbur curled up into a ball. He had woken up and tiredly smiled up at you. "Wilbur, what the fuck are you doing in the cabinet?" You asked with a laugh. "Just taking a nap?" He said with a somewhat shrug as you opened the cabinet fully and helped him out. He fell on the ground on his way out.

8. Not When You Tell Him To, That's For Sure

Wilbur was tired, so he did the funniest thing he could think of and answered question polls on Instagram. You laid on the other side of the bed, watching TikToks on your phone as he did so, giggling tiredly to himself at every response he answered to their questions. You heard his giggling and then your phone buzzed, your Instagram flooded with "WilburSoot posted." You checked it to see a bunch of photos taken from different angles, making sure you weren't in them of course. You sent in your own ask, "You've been doing this for about half an hour go to bed." Wilbur chuckled as he posted "Kk❤️" as a response before posting one more picture. He held his phone up high enough to where his face was visible as he glared at you and the back of your head was visible. He captioned it, "Sorry guys, but the partypooper Y/N says I gotta go to bed." He capitalized your name and you turned around to stare at his pouty glare. "I can't believe you're making me go to bed, what am I five?" You laugh, cuddling into his side so you could both finally go to sleep.

9. On the train to Europe

Wilbur had texted you all the way to the train station before he fell to just sending you TikToks and Instagram reels he found funny, and then he stopped texting, it had only been a half hour before you got a text from Ash. "Look this loser fell asleep playing Xbox on his phone." Then another text popped up, a close-up video of Wilbur's phone to show he was listening to a downloaded audio file. You watched Ash put in an earbud and press start before stopping it quickly. "That's adorable, it's your voice." And then the video ended. You immediately knew what it was, it was a part of a "podcast" you and Wilbur did, and by that I mean he recorded one of your rants, listening and chuckling quietly. And he fell asleep on the train to your quiet rant in his earbuds. Gosh, he was cute.

#wilburylyl #wilbur x y/n #wilbursoot #wilbur x reader #wilbur soot #wilbur soot x reader #wilbur soot x you #wilbur soot x y/n

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boltupbitches · 2 months

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Birthday Boy - Justin Herbert

Part 5 of the Layla Herbert series

Part 1 - One Day at a Time

Part 2 - Today's the Day

Part 3 - Cheer's To Us

Part 4 - My Daughter Thinks I'm Ugly

Today was Justin’s 26th birthday and Alex couldn’t be more stressed. Layla had woken up earlier in the morning with a fever and what was likely another ear infection. She was irritable and crying a lot. Alex was mentally drained as she closed the door to Layla’s room, making sure to double-check that the baby monitor was on.

Justin was due back in a few hours from a charity event he was participating in with his younger brother. Alex still didn’t get around to cooking his birthday dinner.

It was hard to believe that this time a year ago she was early in her pregnancy and not on talking terms with Justin at all. She had moved back to Eugene and laid low for a while. Months later she was raising a soon-to-be 5-month-old daughter and living with Justin while being in a committed relationship with him.

Life had changed rapidly for her in a year and she was so happy things worked out the way they did. She couldn’t imagine her life without her beautiful daughter. She couldn’t imagine coming home to anyone else but Justin. Some days were exhausting and tiring more so than others but if it meant she could have her small family to love and to hold on to, it was worth it.

Alex was just finishing up plating the steaks and shrimp skewers she grilled when she heard Justin’s car pull up out front. She shut the lid of the grill, making sure it was off, before she walked quickly to the kitchen from the patio and sat the food down.

Justin had come in quietly and sat his stuff down in the foyer before calling out for Alex, “Babe, I’m home.”

“In the kitchen!” She called back.

Within moments Justin’s tall frame came through the doorway. He grinned at his girlfriend and pulled her into a hug as soon as he reached her. “I missed you guys today.” He mumbled as he pressed his nose to the crown of her head and inhaled the familiar scent of her shampoo.

“We missed you too. Laylay is down for a nap. She likely has an ear infection again,” Alex sighed.

“Did you give her children’s Motrin?” Justin asked with a worried look.

“I did, but she was still crying quite a bit throughout the day. I think she’s teething as well. She’s got a tooth breaking through in the front lower row if you look closely.”

“We’ll call the doctor tomorrow and get her in for a sick appointment.” Justin sighed, “I hate when she gets sick. It feels like there’s not much we can do to fix it.”

“I know. I feel the same.”

Justin finally peered down at the plated food of steak, shrimp skewers, loaded baked potatoes, and grilled asparagus. His stomach growled at the sight of it. “What’s this?”

“Birthday dinner for you.”

Justin blushed and smiled down at Alex who was still in his arms, “You did all of this for me?”

“Of course! You’re my special someone and it is your birthday. Did you think this morning was the only present you were going to get?” Alex teased him.

Justin’s cheeks remained flushed as he remembered the crazy start to his morning that included a blindfold and some handcuffs. He was sure that was going to be one of the most memorable birthday gifts of his life - definitely top 5!

“I love you.” He pressed a kiss to her lips, “So much. Thank you for being my number one supporter.”

“Always,” Alex smiled back, “Now help me take this to the dining room before Layla wakes up for her feeding.”

“Aye aye, captain.” Justin followed her command.

He was hoping for a round 2 tonight of the fun they had earlier in the morning. Birthdays were starting to be his favorite celebrations with Alex involved.

#justin herbert fanfiction #justin herbert one shot #justin herbert imagines #just herbert fanfic

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daegall · 2 years

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no bc Imagine that haechan have so much confidence in you that he asks you to pick up their little brothers from school because he’s busy, and when they see you they are super excited because they love their brother’s girlfriend and want to play with u :(

no bc .

pairing: bf!hyuck x (fem!) reader ft. hyucks brothers who don't have names LOOOL

genre: fluff, established relationship! AU

warnings: none i think

word count: 652 words

It's 12 pm, on a thursday, and to your luck, you don't have much work to do. In the meantime, you had decided in wasting time on a book, one Donghyuck had recommended a few weeks ago, and you have to say, it's very enjoyable to read.

Speaking of the devil, there's a ring from your phone. Knowing it's your dear and adorable boyfriend from the special ringtone you set for him, you don't hesitate to pick up.

"Hyuck?"

"Hi baby," You can almost hear the smile in his voice, and you're sure he can hear yours as well.

"What's up?"

"Don't mean to bother you jn any way, but could you pick my brothers up from the library? Or accompany them until I get there?"

Instantly, yourheart swirls and throbs with love at the mention of his little brothers. You love them to death, and would do anything for them. You remember the first time you met him, they wouldn't stop telling you stories about their eldest brother. As much as Donghyuck was annoyed, he felt relieved, as his brothers wouldn't really talk to people they just meet. Having them tell you every single detail about their home when you've been in it for 20 minutes really says something.

Not to mention the trust they have in you, the trust you have in them and the trust he has in all of you, he can't help but love you even more.

"Fuck yeah," you say into your phone, grinning at the chuckles that leave the speakers just a moment later.

"Thank you so much, Y/n! I'll pick you guys up at 2,"

It's 15 minutes to 1 when you arrive at the library, walking in and instantly heading to the computers, where you know Donghyuck's little brothers will be, playing fireboy and watergirl as they always do.

The older son is in his last year of middle school, while the youngest is still yet to finish his 2nd year of middle school. They've grown right ubder your nose, and you can't believe how far they've gotten.

The moment they've noticed you, they're grinning, jumping, exclaiming your name as they rush towards you. "Y/n! We've missed you so much!"

"Awee what! I just saw you guys a couple weeks ago,"

The younger boy huffs into your shoulder, shaking his head. "That was for a day. I can't believe mom disapproved our sleepover proposal."

You can't help but agree. They did a whole musical number, only for you to go home just 30 minutes after it finished.

"Where's Hyuckie?"

You take their hands and lead them to the bean baf section, a secret place for the three of you to hang out, plopping on your usual orange bag. "He'll be picking us up in about an hour, how about we read our favorite books?"

Instantly, both of the brothers nod eagerly, setting off to find their choices. You yourself bring out the previous book Donghyuck recommened you. It doesn't take long for them to come back and flock around you, finding a comfortable position on their bean bags, before growing immersed in your own worlds.

It also doesn't take long for all 3 of you to knock out cold for a quick nap session.

And knocked out cold is how Donghyuck found the three of you at 2:15, his heart suttering at the sight before him. One brother had his head on your lap, snuggling into your hoodie you had offered him earlier, the other brother with his arms wrapped around yours.

Donghyuck approaches the cuddle puddle, whipping out his phone to snap a few pics, snickering at the thought of blackmail. Despite that, as Donghyuck walks over to place a soft kiss by the corner of your lips, he knows there's a deep part in him that knows you're the one, that there will be nobody his brothers will love more than you, that there will be nobody he will love more than you.

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drewsbuzzcut · 1 year

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Drama Isn’t Picky

mat barzal x model!fem!reader

a visceral in doses blurb

warnings: none just a bit of pettiness?

Your phone has been continuously buzzing for the last hour.

The agency you worked with and some of your close friends had been trying to contact you, but you didn’t bother to answer any message or call.

3 days ago you went to a fashion event with your friends Bella Hadid and Devon Lee Carlson. When you arrived with them, they ran into some of their friends.

One of those friends was there with her boyfriend? Husband? You weren’t exactly sure.

Let’s just say you’re not too fond of this certain celebrity’s significant other. That being said, you refrained from greeting the pair because you weren’t going to put yourself in an uncomfortable position.

It might’ve seemed rude to others, but you just stayed as far away as possible while still greeting others around them.

Your actions, however, didn’t go unnoticed by the person you were avoiding.

She in fact was so bothered that she felt the need to tweet out “hockey is for boring people.”

You know that she could be talking about literally anyone or maybe she really didn’t like hockey, but tabloids of you and mat and the rumors surrounding your relationship had recently been published. It was too coincidental.

It got worse once people started talking about how you ignored this person at the event.

People started talking about you, and then they started bringing mat into the conversation.

You were more bothered by the fact that mat was getting put into this when he shouldn’t have been, than you being called out.

You didn’t care what anyone had to say about you, you knew what your reasons were and that was good enough for you.

Seeing mat’s name pop up on your phone, indicating that he was calling had you finally answering your phone.

“Barzy, hey,” you said into the phone.

“Babe? Are you okay? I’ve been seeing what’s going on,” mat questioned.

He knew what was going on. You had even told him about the run in at the event and why you ignored them the same night it happened.

“I’m fine! You know I don’t let what they say get to me. Are you okay?” You’re thankful for mat making sure you’re okay, but you’re more worried about what’s being said about him.

Mat may be a tough guy, but he was still a human being with a soft interior who took criticism to heart.

“I’m good. I swear, babe. I’m just glad to hear your voice,” he assures you, settling your nerves.

Your shoulders drop and your breathing is more steady.

“I can’t wait for you to get home! I miss my napping buddy,” you giggle.

“Miss you more than you know,” he says, you can picture the smile he’s sporting.

“Do you think I should tweet something back. I know it’s a bit immature, but I’m just sick of being silent,” you’re hoping to have the last laugh even if it’s sets off more talk.

“Go for it,” mat encouraged you.

You love the way he’s always by your side, willing to start and walk through fires with you.

“Cool.”

“What’re you gonna say?”

“Hockey is actually for cool people. Only some would understand,” you reply.

Mat’s loud, contagious laugh flows through the speaker in your phone.

You smile at the fact that you made him laugh. It’s a win in your book.

“You’re so cool babe,” mat says, knowing it’ll put a smile on your face, and distract you momentarily from the chaos going on around you.

Later that night when you do tweet your little, petty statement, mat is the first to like it and retweet, not caring if it makes people talk about whether your relationship was real or not even more than they already were.

a/n: This is just a filler part to get the story moving. It doesn’t have much significance besides the fact you get a glimpse of mat and reader’s dynamic and how their relationship is in the early stages. This is about 2-3 months into them dating, so things are still under wraps. Enjoy!

#mat barzal #mat barzal blurb #mat barzal fanfiction #mat barzal fic #mat barzal fluff #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal x reader #mat barzal smut #nhl imagine #nhl fic #new york islanders

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bbangsuns · 1 year

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i need somebody | e.l

requested? yes, by anon

pairing: ethan landry x reader (race/ethnicity not specified)

warnings: ghostface doesn't exist, ethan calls reader pretty girl but that's the only allusions to gender, slight angst, mentions of weed, ethan and reader being a little mean to each other (just to protect themselves from heartbreak again), alcohol consumption, sad reader, sad ethan, idiots who are still in love

a/n: this might be the longest thing i’ve written? i had to break up the text kinda weird since some of it was too long so im sorry about that. also i listened to i need somebody by day6 while writing this

word count: 3.655

when your relationship with ethan started 3 years ago, it was truly one of the best days of your life. he was the sweetest, most attentive person you'd ever met, always making sure you were satisfied and happy with him. it was constantly you two against the world, always having each others' backs and being at each other's side the moment either of you called. unfortunately for you, nothing good ever lasts in this world, not even the relationship you thought unbreakable.

for the last few months, it seems as though ethan wants nothing to do with you, constantly making excuses as to why he can’t be with you or why he has to leave early. every time he runs out on you, you feel your heart breaking more and more, not sure how much longer you’d be able to tolerate his sketchy and distant behavior. as it turns out, you wouldn’t have to deal with it much longer, because a party that weekend is what would ultimately be the last straw.

the day had honestly started out normally, chad texting you earlier in the day asking if you wanted to go to a frat party that was being thrown for halloween. he was shocked at how quickly you agreed, but he was excited to see you nonetheless. the idea of free alcohol and loud music attracted you, deciding you’d use it as a distraction from ethan and your relationship which was slowly but surely falling apart. looking at the time, you saw you had about 7 hours before the party actually started so you decided on taking a nap for a while to pass the time, already having an idea of what you wanted to dress up as.

you woke up a couple hours later, realizing you’d slept longer than you had originally intended. you got out of bed and went to the bathroom, deciding a quick shower would be in your best interest. what was supposed to take 10 minutes ended up taking about 40 minutes, having gotten lost in your thoughts about ethan and where you guys would end up. you got out of the shower and got dressed in the clothes you had picked out for the costume and dried your hair, getting started on the makeup right after. you desperately hoped this party would really serve as the perfect distraction.

— 2 hours later — you completed the finishing touches of your costume, looking at yourself in the mirror. you smiled at yourself, satisfied with the way everything turned out. you looked at the time, cursing when you realized you were an hour late. you rushed out of your apartment, quickly locking the door behind you and making your way down the stairs. luckily the place where the party was being hosted was only about a 10 minute walk from your place, so you weren’t worried about having to take the subway so late at night. arriving to the party, you make a beeline for the alcohol, grabbing a red solo cup and filling it with whatever concoction they created. taking a large drink, you cringed at the taste of cheap liquor but you paid it no mind, quickly finishing the drink and filling up the cup again. as you went to refill your cup, you heard someone call you over so you quickly poured the mixture in your cup and headed over.

"hey smiley! we're over here!" you heard chad yell over the music, waving his hands wildly with ethan at his side looking embarrassed and, maybe even nervous or pissed off? you couldn't tell, and honestly you didn't want to know what he was thinking. nonetheless you walked over to where they were, rolling your eyes at the nickname chad gave you but a smile was on your lips no matter how badly you wanted it to go away.

"there they are! i thought you bailed on me last minute!" chad was now talking in your ear directly so you could hear him clearly. you leaned into his ear also, your voice raised slightly.

"there's NO WAY i would've passed up on free booze and weed, man!" you told him, smacking him on the chest with a laugh, taking a sip of the drink in your cup. chad simply laughed at you, nodding his head knowing you were right. before he could say anything else, tara walked in and caught his attention, causing the boy to quickly excuse himself before going after her. you shook your head and turned your attention to your boyfriend, catching him already staring at you. you felt your face get warm as his eyes trailed down your body, taking you in. you gave him a lopsided smile, hesitating a little before you ultimately decided to move closer to him. the tension in his body seemed to melt away almost immediately, his arms wrapping around your waist and yours around his neck, careful not to spill the contents in your cup.

"hey there, pretty girl" ethan whispered in your ear, placing a kiss on your neck, goosebumps rising on your skin at the feeling. you leaned your head on his shoulder, taking a moment to just breathe him in, happy that things seemed okay.

"hi pretty boy" you chimed back, a laugh escaping your mouth as you saw the visible red tinge on his cheeks even in the shitty lighting. he just shook his head and kissed your cheek, taking another moment to look at your costume.

"you look like, really good babe" he commented, feeling your confidence shoot up a bit. right as you went to say something back about how good he looked in his knight costume, you felt a tap on your shoulder. you turned around, confused as to who the hell was interrupting your rare moments of peace with ethan. you were faced with some blond boy who was obviously wasted, but he still had a smirk on his face that made your skin crawl.

"hey baby, ditch this loser and come dance with me. i'll make it worth your while" he spoke in a disgustingly flirty tone that made you want to vomit. you tried your best to keep the grimace off your face and forced a tight-lipped smile to your face, shaking your head and giving him an answer that would hopefully satisfy him and make him leave.

"i'll come dance with you later i promise" you replied tensely, hoping he'd get the hint and leave you alone. in his drunken stupor, he didn't seem to sense the frustration lacing your voice and nodded, the smirk on his face ever present. he walked away, rambling about how he's gonna get lucky that night. turning back around, you didn't expect to see the look of anger that ethan was currently wearing and it scared you if you were being honest.

"eth, what's wrong? why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, your stomach sinking when he all but shoved your hands off of him. “You’re seriously gonna ask me that right now?” he scoffed at you, shaking his head and shoving past you. It took a moment for you to follow behind him, standing there in disbelief at how quickly his mood turned sour. When you reached him, you grabbed his arm and forced him outside, not wanting to argue in front of a bunch of strangers. He tugged his arm out of your grip, acting as though your touch was burning him.

“What the fuck is going on, ethan? Why are you treating me like that?” you exclaimed, trying not to raise your voice too much in order to avoid onlookers. Ethan just looked away, his jaw clenched so hard you were afraid his teeth would crack. you pushed that thought to the back of your mind, though, because you needed answers, so you walked right in front of him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“well? are you gonna tell me what i did to deserve this type of treatment?” although you tried to sound to sound strong, the desperation was evident in your voice, wanting to know how you could fix things.

he stayed silent for a moment before speaking up, his voice distant and cold, “i’m not in the mood, so maybe you should just go hang out with one of the many guys you’ve allowed to flirt with you.” for the second time that night you were left speechless, not understanding why he’d say something so absurd.

“baby, what the hell are you talking about? you’re the only one i want to spend my time with!” you were moments away from crying out of frustration, wishing he’d just be straightforward about what’s bothering him.

“are you sure about that? because you seem pretty fucking happy when someone offers up their number or offers to take you out." he practically scolded you; all you could do was stare at him, bewildered at the fact he thinks you could somehow be happy with anyone that isn't him.

"ethan, i have no idea what the hell you're talking about. why would i be happy with some freak?" you retorted, waving your hands around. he simply let out a humorless laugh, crossing his arms across his chest. then he spoke the words you never in a million years thought he'd tell you.

"you know what, y/n? i don't care anymore. we're done." as soon as those words left his mouth, he shoved past you roughly, leaving the party without telling anyone. you on the other hand, you were frozen in place with tears clouding your vision, not wanting to believe he had ended things so easily, as if ripping your heart out of your chest and stomping on it was no big deal. you were so deep in your head that you didn't even know anika and mindy were next to you, jumping when you felt a hand on your shoulder.

"hey bub, what happened?" anika asked you, concern lacing her voice as she took in your shaking figure and bloodshot eyes. you shook your head, not wanting to say the words, knowing your heart would break all over again at the realization of what had transpired minutes prior, but they eventually came out.

"he broke up with me" your voice was wobbly, the pain evident to the two girls in front of you; anika was shocked, she never thought ethan would be the type to leave you heartbroken in the middle of a party. mindy, however, was pissed at the tall boy; what the hell was his problem? why would he break up with someone as caring, sweet, and kind as you? whatever his excuses are, she was already planning on giving him a piece of her mind and hopefully beat some sense into him.

"oh honey, i'm so sorry. do you want to go home? we can get the rest of the group together to watch a movie or something if you'd like to?" anika murmured, rubbing a hand up and down your back in an attempt to soothe you. all you could do was let out a shaky breath and nod your head, not trusting your voice quite yet. mindy squeezed your hand, mumbling to anika about going to collect everyone else, letting her girlfriend console you since she was better at it. she guided you back inside to the front door, telling mindy that they were going to wait on the sidewalk instead to get away from everyone else.

about ten minutes later she walked out with everyone tailing behind her, chad immediately heading towards you to wrap you in his arms, placing a kiss to your forehead. tears immediately sprang to your eyes but you forced them back, not wanting to cry on the side of the street; instead, you wrapped your own arms around his waist, feeling grateful that you had chad and everyone else as your best friends. after a minute of just standing there with him, you forced yourself to stand tall and put up a facade, no matter how much it hurt. you unwrapped yourself from chad but still stuck close to him and anika, needing their presence to feel grounded as you spoke to the group.

"thank you, and i'm sorry for ruining the fun. if you want, you guys can go back inside and enjoy the party while i head home" you insisted, feeling the guilt creep in at the fact that they were going to miss out on a party just because you were upset. what you didn't expect, though, was mindy to scoff in disbelief and look at you as if you were crazy.

"there's no way we're going to leave you alone right now! you're clearly hurting and are in desperate need of some group lovin', so be quiet and accept that you're not going to win this argument" she rambled with a small smile on her face, her hands moving wildly at her sides as your friends nodded. you couldn't help but let out a laugh at seeing her behavior, her smile growing at the fact that she was able to cheer you up, even by a bit.

acknowledging defeat, you decided to just go with it, "okay fine! i won't argue with you, especially because it'd be pointless knowing how relentless you can be." this caused tara and chad to let out a cheer, glad that you were deciding to not shut them out. you smiled and shook your head, forever thankful that you wouldn't be going through this alone.

--1 month later--

despite having an amazing support system, the last month had consisted of some of your lowest moments. every morning when you woke up, you'd expect to find ethan laying next to you, his curly hair sticking out in every direction, but the hole in your heart only grew as you felt cold bed sheets each time. you hadn't spoken to him since that night, but the pain and sadness was slowly turning to anger; anger because of how he acted childishly and only considered how he felt, not taking into consideration how his actions would affect you.

unbeknownst to you though, was that ethan was equally as miserable and angry as you were, but the anger was directed at himself once he realized just how badly he had fucked up, which chad never failed to remind him of.

"what the hell were you thinking man? how could you just break her heart like that? and with some bullshit excuse too." he told the taller boy one day, still upset at the fact that his roommate and friend had been so cruel to the one person that didn't deserve it. at his question, ethan just let out a deep sigh, rubbing his hands over his face in frustration.

"fuck, i don't know. i was just feeling insecure at the fact that they'd always be smiling whenever someone was flirting with them and i got into my own head, deciding that distancing myself and basically breaking their heart was the right way to go about it" he lamented, his teeth sinking into his bottom lip hard enough to draw blood but he paid it no mind, too occupied in trying find a way to make it up to you, if you still wanted anything to do with him that is. seeing the doleful expression on his friend's face, chad felt a tug at his heart as he recalled that exact same look on your own face just a few hours earlier while he was hanging out with you.

"look man, i promised them i wouldn't say anything but it doesn't matter; they're really fuckin' pissed at you for what you did to them, but they're also just as miserable as you are even though they try to hide it. i know that if you got off your ass, went over there, and gave them a real explanation and showed you're willing to fight to get them back, they'd forgive you. they're still stupidly in love with you after all" at his words, ethan's heart sped up, a wave of anxiety fluttering in his stomach--you were still in love with him? but would you actually take him back? at this point, ethan didn't care, he just wanted to make things right with you. jumping up, he ran to his room and threw on a hoodie and some shoes, rushing out of the dorm before chad could say anything else.

taking the subway to get to your apartment across town, ethan was painfully aware of his clammy palms, rubbing them on his pants with a grimace. time seemed to speed by because before he knew it, he was already standing in front of your door, having been on auto-pilot throughout the short trip. right as he was going to knock on your door you opened it, clad in one of his shirts and shorts; the sight had him reeling, realizing that chad may have been right. unfortunately, he didn't have a chance to speak before you went to slam the door in his face, leaving him speechless with a pain in his chest, but he didn't come all this way just to give up. he knocked on your door this time, speaking through it in hopes that you would open up again.

"baby please, i just want to talk and apologize for what i did. you deserve a real explanation, not some bullshit" he begged, ready to fall to his knees if that's what it took. luckily for him, you had opened the door once again, a small smile ready to grace his features but upon seeing the blank expression on your face, it fell just as quickly as it came.

glaring at him, you pulled the door open all the way and stepped to the side, your voice as cold as his was that halloween night,

"hurry up. you have 10 minutes to explain yourself and then you leave." it was more of a command than anything else, and your icy tone terrified ethan because he had never heard you speak that way, but instead of commenting on it he just rushed inside before you decided to change your mind. he sat on your couch, his whole body tense but happy nonetheless at the fact that you were willing to hear him out, albeit begrudgingly. ethan rubbed his sweaty hands up and down his thighs once more before he took a deep breath and began his explanation.

"that night…that night is one of the biggest mistakes i have ever made in my life. i had one too many drinks that chad made me drink, and it brought all my insecurities to the surface. seeing you smile at that guy that night after he so obviously flirted with you just made me feel so angry, and i know it seems like a terrible excuse and you're probably right, but the drinks mixed with the thoughts already in my mind, i took it out on you and hurt you on purpose and it wasn't fair to you at all. i knew i fucked up the moment i walked out of the house, but i figured you'd want nothing to do with me afterwards so i never made the effort to reach out. this last month, though, has been one of the worst months of my life. i've missed you so much and i realized that i can't do this without you by my side."

by the end of his rambling, ethan was completely out of breath and his eyes were burning from the tears that had begun gathering in his eyes but he didn't care, he needed you to know what had been on his chest for months. you simply stared at him, your eyes glossy with unshed tears of your own and you sniffled, feeling the resentment towards him slowly melt away. you kept your guard up though, not wanting to put your heart out there just yet, scared that it would be broken all over again. noticing your hesitation, ethan stood up and walked in front of you, slowly grabbing your hands and intertwining your fingers. you looked up at him, removing your hands from his and throwing your arms around his neck, tugging him as close as possible to your body. he let out a breath he didn't know he was holding and placed his own arms around your waist, hugging you tightly. the tears finally fell from your eyes and this time you didn't try to stop them, not caring if his sweater got dirty, not that he minded either.

“i wish you would’ve told me how you were feeling instead of icing me out, eth. i could’ve helped you or done something to make you feel better, you know.” you muttered into his neck, not wanting to move from your spot in his arms, and he just nodded his head softly, his hair tickling your ears.

"i'm so sorry, sweetheart. i love you more than anything and i'm going to do anything i can to prove it, i'm never letting you go again" he mumbled into your neck, unsure if you heard him or understood him for that matter. he knew you heard him when you tightened your grip, placing a small kiss to his neck before pulling back and placing your lips on his, relishing the feeling of them on you for the first time in weeks. ethan moved his lips against your own slowly, moving one hand up to cup your jaw, keeping your face as close as he could. you pulled away after a minute, giving him the first genuine smile you've had in a while. ethan felt his heart speeding up at the sight of your pretty little smile being directed towards him for the first time in nearly two months.

"i love you too, e. also just know i am gonna hold you to that promise" you teased lightly, already feeling your heart being mended at having your boy in your arms once again; you'd have to thank chad for smacking some sense into the both of you.

#( aria’s version 🕸️)#ethan landry imagine #ethan landry #scream vi #scream #jack champion #scream imagine #spider quaritch #spider socorro #requested #scream vi spoilers #ghostface #fic prompt #anon request

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caycanteven · 8 months

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I'm writing stuff for Buster guys. I have sat forever trying to think of a title but I didn't come up with anything yet (welcome to suggestions too) so jus take the writing yeah? LOL this is part 1 currently. :3 Okie I go now. TW: Mention of Guns and Traumatic Memories surrounding them.

You were surprised how fast the sun had begun to set. The warmth quickly retreated with the onslaught of dusk, cool air replacing it with it's gentle caress as it reminded you where you were.

Your skin tingled, shivering with goosebumps as you stared off the ledge at at the horizon, your nap on a jutting rock on the cliffside long over. You hadn't intended to rest for so long on the mountain's hiking path, more so long enough for the sky to fade into soft pinks and oranges. You couldn't blame the feeling of tranquility and peace, though, since you were more than happy to get away for a week from your work back home. You were visiting a lodge with a few friends at the base of the mountain; you were the only one that made the journey up the trail to the semi-peak of the mountain to over look the wilderness beyond the national park that evening.

You needed to have some time to yourself, anyway. Your mind was bustling with thoughts and concerns over next week and the work you'd have to complete upon returning. If your friends knew you were stressed about next week before this one had even begun, you'd never hear the end of it.

You inhaled deeply, sucking in the crisp cool air that started to invade your outfit, dawned for warmer weather but certainly not suitable for the encroaching cool night. After releasing your breath, you slowly stood from your resting place on the rock. While it wasn't the most comfortable, it was enough to make you dose off with ease. While the rest was refreshing, you were met with the consequences of your actions; you'd be late to dinner and you were certain the sun would be long past the tree line before you'd ever set foot at the base of the mountain at the grounds.

You sighed shakily and turned to the hiking trail that led back down the mountain. Mt. Ebott National Park had once been home to monsters some years ago, though the surprise and magical race of beings were particularly kind despite the awkward scare humanity had at their appearance. They lived underneath this very mountain you stood atop of, until they were welcomed into society and to set foot off the mass to join the neighboring city just on the outskirts. Many were happy to join the modern lifestyles the human race introduced to them, with some things similar and vastly different all the same. Though, not many monster's were fond of leaving the comforts of the mountain completely.

You weren't an expert on the history of Monster kind, but you knew the people who made the mountain into a National Park were kind enough to employ any Monsters who wanted to remain on the surface of the mountain and they helped care for the natural balance. Magic, you were told, was wild after all.

You looked back at the ledge you had been looking out from, watching just a minute more as the sun crept slowly beyond the horizon. You smiled for a moment, but it faltered as your gaze drifted up to the dusk lit sky. Puffy, gray clouds were slowly colliding and building on each other, the sweet smell of rain in the air.

Great. You weren't quite prepared for the cool of the night, even less for an impending storm.

You took careful steps down the worn path, mindful of the stray rocks and roots you could still see in the little golden rays that broke through the branches above. It took longer to get up the mountain, but you were certain, if you didn't hesitate or get distracted, you could make it down the mountain within the hour. You just had to be careful, watch your step, and stay on the path marked. You traversed carefully down the rocky path, trees marked with yellow ribbon to lead you the way back. You could fee the wind on your back as the storm drew closer, though you ignored the chilly feeling that cascaded down your back and over your arms. You rubbed your arms, both for warmth and for reassurance that you'd make it just fine.

Though, you were rethinking that assurance with the sounding thunder in the distance, a threat of what was to come if you were unlucky enough to be stuck on this mountain any longer. The park didn't allow anyone on the trails if there was a possibility of rain, though this storm must of snuck right under their noses. You hadn't seen any on the forecast that morning when you shared coffee with your friends, but if there was anything you knew, it was that mother nature was unpredictable and full of surprises.

You didn't like surprises that much.

You took a moment to catch your breath and give your ankles a break at the three quarter checkpoint heading upward. You made good time, but not good enough to outrun the slight drizzle that started to fall on you. You lifted your hand, seeing the droplets gather on your palm slowly, one by one, as the rain started to pace itself. You huffed, worried about how you'd manage going down if the rain was already starting. You thought about waiting for it to pass, but was that any better for your health? It was chilly and the rain was just going to make it worse. You'd no doubt catch a cold and it was probably going to be far worse if you stayed out long enough. With a deep sigh of acceptance, you pushed on, one step after the other as you made your way down the trail, rocks tumbling under your sneakers. You prayed to the stars for the ground to hold it's own against the once drizzle now soft shower of rain, hoping it wouldn't turn to mud before you got to the next checkpoint. There the ground would level out a little and you weren't at a risk of slipping dangerously.

You shivered, your teeth chattering lightly at the feeling of the cold rain on your back and your quickly soaking clothes. Your fanny pack around your hip was water resistant to an extent, so at least your phone and other valuables would be alright for the time being. You didn't have service up on the mountain, so simply calling and telling your friends was already out of the question. What was the point of getting out in nature to escape if you could just have your entire world at your finger tips? Having zero cell service was part of the deal; though, you wished you had it now so you could at least call to meet a ranger or one of your buddies the rest of the way.

Your foot caught on a jutting rock in the path, and you managed to catch yourself before taking a terrible slide, though your racing heart insisted you nearly died. With several deep breaths and stilling for a moment to ease the tension out of your shoulders, you continued your steady descent of the mountain path, the rain only getting harder as night quickly fell with a growing clap of thunder in its wake. You shuddered, the sound reminding you of a gun after it fired; you weren't very fond of guns...

You could feel the memory rearing it's head in the back of your mind, the thoughts circling you at the worst time.

You used to love the woods like the ones around you now. You used to go out with your grandfather, your many uncles and family friends to an old campsite, one upon a time. You told stories around a campfire, warmed and comforted by the sounds of gruff voices and gentle souls. They taught you then how to appreciate the wilderness and it's many creatures...but most importantly they taught you the balance of it all.

How you played a part in that balance.

Your grandfather taught you to shoot his rifle when you turned thirteen. Hunting was a delicate matter and called for respect towards the wilderness; you were taught to understand your place in the chain, maintaining balance and only hunting for what was necessary and never for sport.

Though when the time came for you to finally embrace your family's tradition and lifestyle...

You held to a tree quickly, hands shooting up to ground your fingers in your soaked hair. Your breathing was shaky, but deep rather than quick. You knew the memory was laughable now amongst your grandfather's peers, older, ragged men who understood your experience yet didn't. They simply said it was a right of passage, but how could you think the same when it was so painful for you? You were little, sure, but every time you heard that sound, it just reminded you of the pain...the pounding feeling in your skull.

You jumped at the thunderous clap above you, the lightning strike illuminating the path before you and the looming trees surrounding it. You took an unconscious step forward as the rain started to come down harder on your back...

You missed your step, your foot slipping on wet rock and loos dirt. Your shoe sank down a slick incline, your hands scraping and grasping for leverage on tree you sought for stability seconds before. The bark tore into your palm, leaving scratches that stung with the cool air and rain before they slipped away from the trunk. Though, that was nothing compared to the feeling in your ankle as it turned beneath your weight in attempt to find purchase. You fell to your knees and soon your body collided with muck and mud as you fell off the shoulder of the path and down the mountain side littered with rocks and scattered tree trunks and their roots

You felt your body screaming from the aching pain ignited throughout your body mixed with the roaring rain and thunder around you. You immediately covered your head and neck with your dirtied hands, uncaring for the mess that was your hair as you tried to cover your vulnerable areas. You kept your eyes tightly shut, afraid to open them as your body moved through the brush and undergrowth, your clothes snagging on sticks and rocks as you fell further away from the path. You wanted it to stop. You wanted it all to stop.

The thunder was too loud.

The pain in your head was unbearable.

The pain in your legs made you scream. You probably were screaming beneath the chorus of the rain and thunder.

You were cold, wet...and lost.

Your body came to a halt on level ground, face down in the muck, while you breathed shakily. You didn't move, worried that doing so might aggravate your suffering. Was it even a good idea to move around? You most likely broke something, give or take. Your fingernails dug into the dirt, looking for something to tell you that you were still alive in the end, but where were you if not on the path? How far into the woods had you gotten, and would you be found? You attempted to push yourself up, but your arms begged you not to.

You felt your body fall back into the earth, leaves stuck in your hair and dirt caked in streaks on your face. There was no question that blood was present. You could taste it on your lips as well. You took a deep breath, the rain soothing your agony as it swept the land around you.

You knew you couldn't sleep...but it felt so good to shut your eyes and listen to the rain as your fuzzy mind tuned out the thunder above, it's rumble lulling you to unconsciousness.

#caycanteven #caycanwrite #cays fun drabbles #but its more than just a drabble #will be posting it to AO3 more than likely #Buster belongs to me #I have a writing kick approaching #uh oh #my writing #cay talks #buster sans #buster belongs to caycanteve #woodland boy #he live in the woods #he take good care of you i promise #caysdrabbles

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lyranova · 1 year

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A Lucky Family

Hiya guys, I hope you’re all doing well! I know it’s been a while since I’ve written anything, but because of a certain troll account yesterday (🙄) it lit a small fire under my butt and so I decided to write a lovely fluffy Astelle fic in their honor 😁! So I hope you all enjoy this fic~!

Word Count: 956

Warnings: None

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Asta yawned loudly as he awoke from his afternoon nap, he rubbed his eyes gently and blinked a few times to try and clear his blurry vision. As he looked around and tried to sit up he noticed something heavy laying on his chest, he turned his head and a sleepy smile appeared on his face.

Laying on his chest was his five year old daughter Brielle. She was so sound asleep that she was snoring, he nearly laughed, like father-like daughter. Beside him, lying in the crook of his arm was his three year old daughter Mizuki, who was also sound asleep but wasn’t snoring as loud as her sister.

Asta patted both his daughters gently on the head before he turned to see his wife, Noelle Silva, sitting in the chair across the room. She had a soft smile on her face as she held their newborn Kaiyo gently.

“ Good morning, it looks like you slept well.” Noelle half joked quietly as Asta rubbed his eyes again before letting out a soft chuckle.

“ You could say that. The girls and I played ‘Magic Knights’ for nearly 3 hours straight.” He told Noelle as he shook his head. “ But we had fun. When did you get back from your family's house?”

“ About an hour ago. I’m surprised Kaiyo and I didn’t wake you with how loud she was crying. But then again, you do tend to be a heavy sleeper.” Noelle said light heartedly as she gently rocked Kaiyo back and forth in her arms.

“ Kaiyo was crying loudly?” Asta said as his eyes widened and his voice was laced with concern. “ Is she alright? Did something happen?”

“ No. I think she was just tired and hungry from the trip, she was also probably a little overwhelmed meeting so many new people without her dad and older sisters there.” Noelle told him as she tried to wave away his concerns.

“ We should’ve gone with you. I’m sorry.”

“ Don’t worry about it. It wasn’t your fault that Brielle and Mizuki both got sick, although considering they were well enough to play ‘Magic Knights’ for three hours straight tells me that they were probably faking the severity of their illnesses.” Noelle said with a knowing look towards her other children, causing Asta to chuckle again.

“ Yeah they came clean about that the moment you left.” Asta admitted a bit sheepishly, which caused Noelle to sigh and shake her head.

The couple fell into a comfortable silence, all three of their daughters sleeping soundly and, in the case of Brielle, very loudly. Asta watched his wife smile fondly down at Kaiyo as she slept so soundly against her mothers chest.

“ Y’know…I think I’m the luckiest guy in the world right now…” Asta muttered softly as he looked around the room, and Noelle frowned a bit.

“ Why do you say that?”

“ Because I have such an amazing, strong, beautiful, and kind wife who supports me even when I don’t think I deserve it. And I have amazing, kind, and beautiful young daughters who will grow up to be strong women just like their mom. I don’t know of any other guy in the world who is as lucky as me right now.” Asta told her as he looked from her to his daughters, and he heard Noelle sigh and watched her shake her head again.

“ Geez how cheesy can you be?” Noelle muttered but Asta watched as a shade of pink graced her cheeks, he chuckled a bit as a bright smile appeared on his face.

“ I can be very cheesy if you give me enough time,” he joked. “ But even though it’s cheesy, it’s the truth. I’m very lucky to have such amazing women in my life.”

“ Hmph well…at least you know just how lucky you are.” Noelle muttered as her cheeks turned a brighter red. But she looked up from Kaiyo to Asta.

“ But you do know you’re not the only lucky one in this room right? You may be the luckiest man in the world but I’m the luckiest woman in the world. I have an amazing, but dense, husband-.” She joked slightly as Asta sat up a bit.

“ Hey, that's uncalled for! I may be dense but at least I’m not as stubborn as you!” Asta argued slightly before laying back down as Brielle stirred a bit on his chest.

“ If you would let me finish BakAsta,” Noelle said through gritted teeth as her eyebrow twitched in annoyance. “ I was going to say that you may be dense, but you’re also kind, brave, and very considerate of others. And I’m so glad that you’re my husband and the father to our daughters. I couldn’t imagine being here with anyone else.”

“ Geez, way to sound so cheesy Noelle.” Asta joked a bit as his cheeks turned pink as well, and Noelle chuckled.

“ I learned from the best.” She told him softly before standing up, walking over to him, bending down, and giving him a soft kiss on his lips. “ I’m going to put Kaiyo to bed so she can finish her nap, so you can wake up Devil 1 and Devil 2 and tell them lunch will be ready soon.”

“ Hey they’re not Devils, they’re perfect little Angels.” Asta argued playfully as Noelle gave him a knowing look before walking down the hall into Kaiyo’s nursery.

Asta watched her walk away before he gently shook Mizuki and Brielle to wake them up for lunch. The two girls were still groggy as Noelle came out from the nursery, but soon they were full of life again and began to run around and play energetically as Asta and Noelle prepared lunch.

They were a very lucky family indeed.

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Thank you all so much for reading and I hope you all have a good day 🥰!

#black clover #black clover fanfic #black clover fanfiction #black clover oneshot #astelle #asta x noelle #noelle x asta #black clover asta #asta black clover #noelle silva #black clover noelle #noelle black clover #oc; brielle #oc; kaiyo #oc; mizuki

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greenscreen-dress · 1 year

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SO. I did not in fact have enough time or quietness (or a good setup or general knowledge of how Audacity functions) to do more than mumble into my mic while the original song's instrumental plays at a lower volume, but I swear I CAN play this on the guitar. Definitely. No matter how much of a bastard the B7 chord is ^^;

There's less than two hours to vote so if I want this to be relevant in the slightest I need to post it NOW, shoddy editing and MS Paint album cover and all. Shoutout to @quinnhills, whose delightful appearances on Joe's streams / episode + yesternight's beautiful Valentines Day concert stream served as inspiration and motivation when coming up with this silliness (also thankyou for the follow aaaa). & of course since this is the final showdown, HUGE thankyou to @/mcytblrsexymen for spawning this entire week of shenanigans. Wishing you all the best of naps (after the final data crunching & spreadsheet-ification) <3

Lyrics are below the readmore, someday I WILL record a proper version with my own instrumentals and No washing machine sounds in the background, enjoy and GO VOTE JOE FOR TUMBLR SEXYMAN.

Keep add-vote-uring :D

Scarandjoe - A blatant silly parody of ABBA's Fernando, a song about remembering being in a war.

Have you seen the polls, Scar and Joe?

They began so long ago— oh no, it hasn't been a week

You're the final fight, Scar and Joe

Something that began so small and as joke has come so far,

And for many this finale

Was the outcome they had hoped for from the start

They were close those rounds, Scar and Joe

Even wins by one percent, or less, we'd still call them a sweep

We allied ourselves with fandoms

That we'd then be forced to turn against amid tearful good-byes

And it's all been in the name

Of saying who's the sexiest of these blocky guys

There is no better way to decide

Who'll earn the title

Than fan polls

There were 96 MCYTS,

The finale:

Scar and Joe

Cast your vote, and if it's hard to choose

Listen my friend...

Let me point you to the best campaign

The win, he'll claim

That dang Joe

From the start he has been playing to win

Adventurin'

That dang Joe

Now my bias has been exposed

Looking at my URL and blog I'm sure you'll understand

That I'm asking y'all to vote Joe

Not because I'm gay and thus immune to Scar's Good Times and abs,

But because the Joe Hills Difference best embodies being a Tumblr Sexyman

There is no better way to decide

Who'll earn the title

Than fan polls

There were 96 MCYTS,

The finale:

Scar and Joe

Cast your vote, and if it's hard to choose

Listen my friend...

Let me point you to the best campaign

The win, he'll claim

That dang Joe

This whole thing has been a wild ride

The fraud, the bribes

These fan polls

Fanart as far as the eye can see

Trending all week:

A shambles

Cast your vote, and if it's hard to choose

Listen my friend...

Let me point you to the best campaign

The win he'll claim

That dang Joe

Yes from the start he's been playing to win

Check his LinkedIn

That dang Joe.

Beating the odds time and time again

Now it's the end

Vote for Joe

#mcytblr sexypoll 2023 #mcytblr sexyman poll #mcytblr sexymen poll #mcytblr #hermitblr #joehills #joe hills #gtwscar #goodtimeswithscar #eMerambles #eMerartlapin #<- sure this is art why not #do i need a music tag?? eMe..records? girl idk #as of posting this joe is leading by less than 20 votes. WE GOT THIS ENJOEYERS. HOLD THE LINE :D #eMerecords

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poisonouswritings · 1 year

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Ahh shiz the brainworms got out again-

* worm delivers request to you*

Ahem anyways, can I request a last legacy fic with the main 3 or 4 (specifically knight wife anisa) and a s/o that somehow gets transformed into a Ilephta (probably because of Felix's spells) for like a day and how their li reacts to their s/o purring and doing the doggy foot thump (I'd be fun if s/o is like a mix between cat and dog ilephta) all while their li is torn between making felix fix their s/o and maybe they should stay this way...

Well anyway thanks for listening to my rambling but I've gotta get these brainworms back before they cause any damage!

Ps. Steve the brainworm like you and your writing!

Thank you Steve! An excellent delivery. 12/10 little FedEx dude

I do have a couple MC!Ilephta posts that I'll link here too because I should be allowed to shill my own shit sometimes for your convenience

What Ilephta Best Fits the M4

Felix With A Cat Ilephta!MC

Sage and Ilephta!MC

More Sage and Ilephta!MC

Sage Petting Cat Ilephta!MC

^also Disney Anon I was going through my asks and I saw you asked about Sage with a cat ilephta!MC a little while ago so you can check out this one!

GN!Reader, I'm not specifying which animal you are but you have both dog and cat characteristics that switch depending on the moment so do with that as you will, very minor catnip joke, The Starsworn Share A Braincell

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You have got to stop offering to help Felix test his spells.

It's a perfectly average day when Anisa and Sage return to Fathom. They'd spent the whole afternoon out chasing a bounty together, and it's been a very good reminder of Why Sage Could Never Be In The Sunstone Knights and Why Anisa Could Never Be A Griefer! They're friends but they are [] this close to killing each other. So You and Felix totally need to get in there and diffuse the situation a little bit.

And it's as they're coming in through the main entrance that they see you, laying on your back, snoozing in a sunbeam. You, their usually-human friend/partner, with fluffy ears and a fluffy tail. And when you yawn, you have fangs. Maybe you even have marks on your cheeks.

They also see Felix, crouched over you and scribbling in a notebook with a quill.

And Stella, who is batting your tail around.

When Felix does finally acknowledge everyone (which doesn't happen until Sage literally picks him up by the scruff of his neck like a kitten), he explains that he was testing a spell to improve agility and you'd offered to be his subject! And it had. Well. Unintended side effects.

It's about then that you stretch out and wake up with a yawn, fangs glinting in the sunlight and sliver-pupils widening and contracting. Your tail wags in excitement when you see your partner.

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Felix Escellun

Yes, Felix is aware that he massively screwed up. But he's also aware that you're adorable and this is probably the best he's ever screwed up, ever. So.

You two are in his study, you curled up in a sunbeam to nap and Stella curled up against your side. Cats sleep 12-16 hours a day and dogs sleep 12-14 hours a day so you nap a lot! Felix, with his perpetually terrible sleep-schedule and night owl tendencies, is more than happy to nap with you.

He wakes you up by petting you,, soft,,,

Once you're awake, it's play time! He pulls out your trusty laser pointer and starts pointing it around. You know what he's doing but your instincts refuse to let you ignore it.

(If you're in a poly with Rime then he breaks out the rest of the cat toys, and the boys team up to bully play with you.)

Felix decides that with your new superior sense of smell, you should help him hunt for ingredients for a potion he wants to try making! Also it'll take a potion to reverse this spell so like. Two-fer.

So you guys go out to the forest. He's got some samples of what you need, and he holds them out to you wrapped up in a handkerchief.

"Felix, I'm not a bloodhound! I can't" *pauses* *starts sniffing the air*

"Pardon, love, a what hound?"

*grabs his arm and pulls him along* "This way!"

"Darling, what in the world is a bloodhound!? Is it some demented sort of hellhound that goes after all the living instead of solely the damned?"

You continue yanking him along, your brain totally hyperfocused on the scent you've picked up.

You two pick your way through the forest. On the bright side his spell partially worked!! You now have cat-like agility and dog-like speed, so you're running circles around him. You have to help him across a tree-trunk bridge (you have heightened balance and we'll assume a little bit of extra strength since all the ilephta characters seem to be physically very strong) and he's clinging to you while complaining that He Could Have Just Portal-ed You Across!

Felix walking around,, trying not to trip on roots,, nose buried in his book,,, you keep zipping around him,,,, you're not used to this level of speed so you run face-first into a tree more than once,,,, he fusses over you every time (nearly dropping his book more than once) but is also trying not to laugh a bit.

He's not used to walking around so much so you'll have to stop and take multiple breaks throughout the day. If you start getting restless then he pets you and that's enough to calm you down.

Middle of hunting,, you just plop down in a sunbeam and be like 'okai nap time :3' and now Felix is dying because The Forest Is Not A Place To Sleep Because There Are Dangerous Creatures Afoot!! But Also You Are Very Cute And He Is hesitant to wake you up.

If this is after Nyacromancy then like. Like. He gets it.

Anisa Anka

Anisa has hair poofs when she's startled... you get hair/fur poofs now and suddenly she understands why you're always teasing her. It's adorable.

Firstly she's checking on you, making sure you feel okay and everything. Then she's lecturing Felix. Then she finally gets a chance to properly fawn over you. Totally gives you a treat. And kisses. And constantly strokes your hair/fur. Just generally dotes. If you're a cat ilephta then some of her grooming instincts might come out? She's a half-ilephta so I'm not. entirely. sure how strong her instincts are.

You had made plans to help her out with patrol the next day. Initially she assumes you'll not want to go, and makes plans to call in sick so she can keep an eye on you, but hey! You're up and raring to go as soon as the birds start chirping (because you tried to pounce on them). You promise her you'll try your best to reel in your instincts but Boy oh Boy you just are not prepared

The day starts out relatively normal! You both head to the castle so Anisa can clock in and give out routes to the other kni- aaand you're biting the arm of a training dummy and thrashing it around a little bit. Like an attack dog. Okay then.

Then you start batting at a butterfly. Like a kitten. Okay then x2.

The other knights are trying so hard to avoid laughing, both because they respect Anisa immensely and also because she will not be happy if they make fun of you. Annie herself is trying really hard to ignore it but is also covering her mouth to not make it obvious shes laughing.

If you're helping with patrol then I guess you should probably be wearing a Sunstone uniform? Anisa had to help you pull it on and you kept biting at the strap and tugging on it and loosening it. Poor Annie. She cups your cheeks and sternly tells you to stop and then you do a little whine because 🥺 Oh No GF Mad 🥺 and she scritches behind your ears to calm you down.

Once everyone has been given their assignments and sent off, you two can finally head out. Anisa gave you a route through the marketplace so you'll have lots of stuff to do while you're all exciteable.

Both dogs and cats have way fewer taste buds than humans do. So Anisa buys you a ton of snacks (food is her love language) and you just,, can't taste,,, most of them. Or rather they're very dull. She makes sure not to feed you chocolate or grapes or anything else that could potentially be hazardous.

Anisa is a pretty popular public figure, and by extension, so are you. So you get more than one question about what's with the sudden ears and tail. Little kids try to get you to join in their games by throwing balls and Frisbees and stuff. More than one person offers you a treat.

You guys run into Ayanna,,, she thinks it's hilarious. Teaches you some little tips and tricks about how to navigate being an ilephta.

C...ca....catnip?? You and Ayanna smoking catnip??? Anisa coming to check on you and you're both high and Anisa is lecturing her mother but Ayanna is not listening even a little

Once your shift is over, you guys go back to the apartment for dinner and to unwind. Anisa even picked up groceries so you can cook together! How considerate :) and as she's pulling groceries out of the bag she happens to put a cucumbe-

You Get The Zoomies And Freak The Fuck Out and Promptly Tear Up The Kitchen. Then Run Away To The Living Room. Then Tear That Up. Then Hide Under The Overturned Couch.

Meanwhile Anisa is standing there, hair-puffed, holding the cucmber to her chest because What In Talos' Name Just Happened

You're incredibly embarrassed, but Anisa is sweet about it. She gives you lots of headpats, scratches, and kisses until you calm down. Then you guys can clean up together and make something that doesn't involve cucumbers.

Later on, you guys are laying in bed,, Anisa jokingly rubs your tummy and your leg starts kicking,,, she thinks it's the cutest thing ever. And if you purr? She's Dead.

Takes her hair ribbon out and kinda dances it around in the air for you,, you immediately start batting at it. Which turns into biting at it. Which turns into her trying to keep you from accidentally swallowing it.

You spot a mouse and immediately pounce after it,, promptly destroy the entire apartment again,,, you didn't even catch it, it escaped out the open window,,, Anisa drags you off to bed and decides you guys will just clean it up tomorrow instead.

Sage Lesath

Okay I'm gonna get it out of the way now all the new sounds and smells are very overstimulating and you're kinda running around a lot and Sage has to keep chasing after you and one time he's holding you from behind so you can calm down and he grins and flashes his fangs and says if you don't settle down, well, he'll have no choice but to put you on a leash-

No but Sage is fucking enamoured and he's genuinely considering begging Felix to say there's no way to reverse it so you'll just stay like this permanently.

I mean not. Like. Literally because he wouldn't just do that. But if you did decide to remain an ilephta I think he would never stop smiling.

You guys head out to the tavern to start your day and pick a bounty and all, and the entire time Sage calling you his Puppy/Kitty. Emphasis on his. Now that you're an ilephta, you're able to smell exactly how much Sage has been scent-marking you. And whenever someone compliments you/is a little too flirty, Sage slyly rubs up against your back just to give you that little extra mark.

Possessive Kitty Possessive Kitty Possessive Kitty

Side note with how much I love doing jealous/possessive Sage,, like I really should just do a yandere thing at some point. It's sort of an x reader hallmark. I don't have much of an idea though so we'll see how it goes

In the tavern,, you have a drink (either alcohol or water or whatever you want) and you kinda lap at it like a dog would,, Sage thinks it's adorable

Yes he makes a joke about what else your tongue can do ;3

Okay okay okay hear me out,,, Ilephta!MC experiencing a heat,,,, ehehehehe,,,,,

Anyways, you guys have a bounty to go after! So once you've got some food, you head out into town and get to tracking. With your super-senses working together, you two are able to track the criminal down pretty easy. Now you just gotta catch up to the- oh you're already running

Sage watches in a mixture of awe and amusement as you go sprinting off like an arrow. Normally he'd be concerned about you taking down a bounty yourself, but your prey is so surprised by the sudden exciteable cat/dog/fluffy person suddenly pouncing on them and pinning them down. Your tail is wagging with pride at your catch and you look up at Sage with the cutest expression and You Deserve A Treat!! Sage promises he'll get you something after you bring the bounty in.

You spend the entire walk back staring at Sage's tail,, randomly batting at it,,, biting it once or twice,,,, Initially Sage is amused but he's gradually getting more and more flustered. He tells you that if you don't knock it off you guys are gonna have to take a detour ;)

As you hand over the bounty, the guard starts flirting with Sage. So you promptly wrap your arms around him from behind and start rubbing your face against his back to scent mark him. He's both a little turned on and also incredibly flustered about it because It Makes Him Happy To Know He's Yours.

Love bites,,, You'll be zoned out and then suddenly start nomming on him,,, tail curling around his wrist,,,,

You're sitting on his lap,, he's petting you all over,,, you start kneading biscuts against the floor/table/whatever and Sage is internally squealing,, Is this why you constantly tease him for being a cat? Suddenly He Gets It.

He brushes your fur,, You keep growling and biting the brush,, he's as soft as he can be but snags are inevitable. When you stop growling/biting, he makes sure to kiss the top of your head and praise you for being so good. Once he's done you fall back against him,, reclined against his lower stomach,,, smiling,,, and doing that slow blink things cats do when they're content,, your tail is wagging,,,,

He's so in love with you he feels like he needs to cough up a hairball.

#fictif #fictif last legacy #felix iskandar escellun #anisa anka #sage lesath #felix escellun

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ohraicodoll · 1 year

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Figment | Chapter 2

(gif credit: sic-vita) Chapters: 2/7 Fandom: The Sandman (Comics & TV 2022) Rating: Mature Relationships: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus/Original Female Character, Dream/Reader Characters: Dream of the Endless | Morpheus, Original Female Character, Matthew the Raven, Lucienne Additional Tags: Mix of TV Dream and Comic Dream, Spice a little later, kinda enemies to lovers, Cause Dream likes when people backtalk to him, lots and lots of tension Summary: She had only been able to enter other’s dreams two years ago, but she knew the rules.

Don’t interfere with the dream. Don’t create anything in another’s dream. Don’t destroy anything in another’s dream.

Chapter 2

I was being paranoid.

The first week after seeing the mystery man I downed whatever caffeine drink I could find. Just an ungodly amount of caffeine and sugar that kept me up late and then had me crashing hard. Forcing a crash meant I didn’t dream as much and if I didn’t dream, maybe my little transgression would be forgotten about or unnoticed.

When my body started to get used to the caffeine and I found myself nodding off while typing, I started googling things like intermittent sleeping and if sleeping medication staved off dreaming. The answer was no. So I took to napping a couple hours at a time for the next few weeks, but never a full night's rest.

I was thinking about the mystery guy too much and because of that, I kept seeing him in the brief dreams I did have while napping. He peered into the glass window of the café I sat at while a cat served me coffee and a human girl napped on the floor. When I walked across the branches of 100-foot-tall trees, I could feel those black endless eyes following me from far below on the forest floor. As I walked on the ocean floor with a large jellyfish chatting my ear off, I could have sworn it was his reflection I saw on the surface of the water, large and looming.

Thinking too much about something could bring it into the dreaming and since I was so anxious, he was going to appear of course. Right?

The intermittent napping wasn’t working unless the goal was to give me bags under my eyes the size of a bean bag chair. Another downside was that I was an adult that needed to work an adult job that required focus, which was not something I had.

After sending the same email to the wrong person three times in a row, I gave up and decided to take a sick day halfway through lunch. A girl had to eat and getting fired for fucking up an important document and emailing the wrong vendors wasn’t going to help the situation. I was going to have to sleep. This wasn’t sustainable and it’s not like that was actually the Lord of Dreams!

Of course not.

I splashed water on my face in the bathroom to try and shake off the increasing numbness I’d been feeling. It was disconcerting how much I’d been feeling this way in the past two years. Almost like the real world was the dream and vice versa. I felt like a shadow and after the few weeks of restless days and nights I’d been having, I wasn't even a solid shadow. I was thin and flimsy and my skin was looking a bit more faded.

My coworkers were chalking it up to the breakup but honestly, I hadn’t even thought of Thomas that much. Which probably said something in itself about how attached I had been in the relationship. He’d tried to stop by the office since I’d blocked him but luckily, we had a receptionist who gave me the heads up and he was told I was out of town for a conference. Jennine was a real one.

Hoisting my bag on my shoulder, I began the walk back to my apartment fifteen minutes away. The plan would be to go home, get some sleep, and if I dreamed I would stay strictly in my own. I hadn’t gone into anyone else’s since Thomas because no way was I risking that, but maybe if I was being watched I could act like I was completely normal and he’d move on.

Completely normal and not able to go walking around people’s dreams or remember them during the day or able to break your ex-boyfriend’s dreams out of drunken anger. Normal. I could do that. I had years and years of practice before two years ago, I could totally do that.

Pausing at the crosswalk for the lights to switch, I ran a hand over my tired face. Everything was a blur around me, barely registering, and the combination of heat and humidity from a passing Summer rain pressed onto me.

I was exhausted but anxious, the two pulling my brain in every direction. There was no telling how long I could keep this up. If that was the dreamlord and he was onto me, he was far more powerful than I was. He was already outlasting me. But what exactly did I do wrong? I didn’t ask for any of this.

A loud bird caw right above my head made me jump, startled, a few seconds before I realized my foot had slipped off the curb and into the street right as a semi-truck passed by. The world came back into loud, sharp focus and the truck blared a honk as it drove passed and my heart raced.

Blinking, I looked up to find a very large raven perched on the streetlight above me. It’s head quirked and then it fluffed up its feathers.

My heart was hammering and hands shaking from the close call, but I couldn’t help myself from staring at the bird. For a second, I wondered if I was dreaming and the raven had been trying to warn me.

“Thanks for that,” I muttered under my breath then shook myself, starting to walk forward as the walk sign turned on.

I needed sleep. I had thanked a bird. And I definitely had most likely hallucinated it bowing its head with a look of understanding before it took off into the sky.

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The forest was cold and foggy, the treetops so large and encompassing that I couldn’t even see the sky if I tried to in the utter darkness. My breath was coming out in ragged breaths, small puffs of white blowing in the cold.

I was in a nightmare. I hadn’t had one in so long, but the sleeplessness and exhaustion had probably brought it on.

My heart was thumping loudly in my ears and the sounds were so loud around me. Tiny snaps of branches. The chittering of bugs and night creatures. I swallowed and tried to calm myself. I couldn’t wake myself up if I wasn’t calm.

Something was watching me. I could feel its eyes on my back like heat searing my skin. I knew I shouldn’t turn, shouldn’t look behind me, but I couldn’t help it. Holding my breath, I slowly turned my eyes to look over my shoulder into the darkness of the forest. For a second everything was quiet and still except for the soft rasps of my frantic breathing.

Then eyes appeared and then more eyes, hundreds of eyes and dozens of mouths smiling dangerously in stark relief against the black void. I could see the slight inky movement of tentacles reaching and grasping the trees around it.

And then it started to run or whatever version of running a giant mass of eyes and teeth and tentacles could do, grabbing whatever it could to pull itself forward. It was so fast, so very fast and cackling and it rushed towards me.

I took off running.

The monstrous thing laughed, trees breaking under its grip as it bulldozed forward. I flew, hopping over broken logs and dead leaves. My feet were bare, each slap against the forest floor like sharp spikes through my heels, and all I had on was what I had passed out in, jeans and an oversized shirt. The cold stung and the small branches easily tore through the thin fabric and sliced up my skin.

It was gaining on me. I knew it. I wasn’t a runner, never had been, and even in this dream world I could feel the sharp ache in my sides that reminded me of that fact. I tried to choke out a cry for help but the cold ate the words away. There were eyes in the forest, eyes all around me, pressing in against me in the darkness. No moon, no stars, only a void and the cold.

There was a door ahead in the distance. I almost sobbed in relief and tried to force myself a little farther. If I reached it, I’d be safe. It couldn’t follow me through into someone else’s dream. There were rules to the creatures that inhabited the dream world and unlike me, they had to follow them.

Tears stung and I could feel the sharp bite of a dozen little cuts all over my body.

Just a little bit more. The monster laughed louder, closer, teeth gnashing.

My body slammed into the wood of the door, the impact reverberating through me and my own teeth slamming together as I desperately reached for the door handle. It turned easily but when I opened it, my stomach dropped.

It didn’t lead anywhere. The frame stood on its own and the other side was only more forest except now there were rows and rows of doors on either side like a hallway without walls. I shook, sobbing, and ran through grabbing the next door’s handle on the left.

Empty. I grabbed the one across. Another empty frame. Another and another. Each one led nowhere but gaped wide back into the dark forest like a never-ending taunt. There was no escaping.

The monster was so close and I could see the thrashing of its tentacles whipping around in the darkness. It was so big, impossibly huge as it came closer. I screamed in frustration and fear as one by one the doors led nowhere. Closer and closer, the mouths talked in a chorus of echoing voices, calling my name and mocking me.

Could I die in a nightmare? I had heard about some that were so scared in dreams that they gave themselves a stroke. I had heard of sleep paralysis and then there was dying in your sleep from unknown causes. And I was more aware in dreams, could feel the echoes of them in the real world. Could it kill me?

I shook another door knob in rage and screamed at it, watching it swing back into the open air.

Tentacles wrapped around the frame of the main door that had led me here, no longer running but curling slowly and dragging its body through. So many eyes, wet and roaming all over its body and taking me in. The mouths were fanged and sharp and grinned at me.

“...so ssssscaaared….soooo aloooone…” its mouths whispered, the voice sliding along my skin like thick, sticky tar.

I backed up, staring at this monstrous creature with disgust and terror. I couldn’t even feel the pain of sticks stabbing the underside of my feet, the small droplets of blood welling up and staining the forest floor.

It was only a few yards away now, grasping empty door frames to pull itself forward, body squeezing and filling the narrow corridor between doors.

I kept stepping backwards, away, but not sure where to run or if I turned around and tried more doors it would grab me and rip me to shreds with all its teeth. Wake up. Wake up! The words pounded through my head. My back hit wood and I could feel another door at my back. End of the line. I desperately reached for the doorknob blindly and let out another sob when it didn’t even open. Locked.

Of course.

“...nooo…where…to..runnnnnnn” the monster hissed mockingly, chuckling as it towered over me.

It lunged. I screamed.

The door opened behind me and arms yanked me back harshly, my body falling backward.

I was still screaming when the door slammed shut and dissolved, leaving me in nothing but an empty black void.

There was no light, no sense of ground or sky or walls, but I could see perfectly. I was shaking so badly. The arms wrapped around my waist let go unceremoniously and I fell to my knees, heaving in deep breaths and shuddering with how hard I was sobbing. It took me a while to understand that I was out of the nightmare, that I was safe. I think. But finally, shaking and face completely wet with tears, I forced myself to sit upright and look over my shoulder at the person who had grabbed me.

The stranger. There he was, standing in the void, towering over my hunched form.

Instead of a peacoat this time, a long inky cloak flowed around him like flickering shadows, flames dancing along the edges. He blended in with the void, made of pure darkness and moonlight. His skin was so pale, like marble, and his hair was a mess of black surrounding a face sculpted sharply from porcelain. But those eyes. Black, pure black, with twin stars staring directly at me, drilling into me. It hadn’t been a trick of the shadows back in the bar.

“It’s you,” I whispered breathlessly.

“So it would appear,” he replied, soft but powerful, like silk in thunderstorms.

The momentary relief halted, fear returning to flood my veins. I wasn’t sure if I should stand, stay kneeling on the ground, or make a run for it. But where could I even go? He quirked his head almost like he could read my thoughts. Could he read my thoughts?

I settled for slowly pulling myself off the floor, my legs weak from the effort. My clothes were torn and shredded from dirt and blood and the dew of the fog, hair matted to my face and neck. But I tried to at least stand with some dignity even if my feet felt like they’d fall off.

“You-,” I licked my lips and could taste coppery blood, “You’ve been in all my dreams lately.”

His face was an unmovable mask as he peered at me with those black eyes, “I have.”

“You’re the dreamlord,” it came out a shaky whisper, as if speaking it out loud would cause the door to burst open and the monster to come in. But he heard me, the barest twitch of a raised eyebrow.

“It seems you do, in fact, know of me,” he replied, almost mockingly, “So I can also assume you are not as ignorant as you try to seem about what you have been doing in my realm.”

I winced, hands balling into a fist at my side. I was scared and nervous and intimidated but there was this feeling deep down of indignation that I wasn’t sure about, “I vaguely know of you, but I didn’t think you were real. Just nonsense adults tell kids.”

“I assure you I am very real,” his words held weight as he took a step forward, “I am Morpheus, Dream of the Endless, and Lord of the Dreaming. And I believe, little dreamer, it is time we had words.”

I blinked and suddenly, my clothes were back to normal. No sign of damage or blood or dirt from my run through the forest. I couldn’t feel any of the scrapes and cuts anymore, though there was still a ghost of pain from where they had been. I was whole again, in one way at least.

Morpheus stepped forward, a good head taller than me and radiating a power I could feel all around me, “You interfered with another’s dream- a dream you should not have been able to access in the first place. And now you seek to hide from me.”

I swallowed, staring up into those bottomless eyes, and tried to find my voice, “I…did, but not on purpose!…I- I mean not the interfering part, I did enter another’s dream and I did try to hide but-”

One of his eyebrows raised as I bumbled my way through an explanation, “I did intend to enter the dream but I was drinking and I was upset and it wasn’t my best moment and before I knew it I was breaking things and-”

“Enough,” he cut me off. “You knowingly entered this man’s dream?”

Shrugging halfheartedly, I sighed, “I didn’t know it was going to be his, but I did know it was someone else’s dream. It’s…something I’ve been able to do for a couple of years. For some reason, before that, I couldn’t even remember my dreams, much less mess around with them.”

His jaw clenched and eyes danced away, a move so subtle I probably wouldn’t have noticed it if he wasn’t hovering over me. “There were…circumstances that kept most away from the Dreaming for a long time. Even thus so, a dream walker has not entered this realm in centuries and for good reason,” Morpheus spoke.

The term dream walker rolled in my head, settling in as if to yes, “Yes, yes, that’s what we are.”

But I frowned, the fear and tension starting to become an even tenor, almost like my body was getting used to being high strung and therefore it was less intense. Afraid but not as much. Dream was intimidating and powerful, but something itched in the back of my head that whispered, “He’s only a man.”

Dream walkers had been around though. My grandmother had said she had the gift when she was a kid and that it ran in the family. She wouldn’t have known about it unless she had done it herself so that was a lie.

“Or maybe they all learned how to not get caught,” I mumbled absentmindedly before realizing I had said it out loud. The implication that he’d been outsmarted, that they’d been under his nose and he didn’t even know it.

His eyes instantly returned back to mine, a flicker of anger in them as the twin stars burned red. And that pleased me for some reason. Like I, a mere mortal, was able to get a reaction from him.

“I am the Dreaming,” he practically growled, “This is my realm and you deliberately have broken my laws. Mortals cannot traverse through other’s dreams.”

“If that’s so, why can I?” I snapped back. It was like an out of body experience. The exhaustion and anxiety and frustration from the last few weeks of pushing myself to the limit to hide from him had it all rearing up. He’d caught me, there was no more hiding, but is what I did so reprehensible?

“I didn’t ask to be able to do this. It just happened and you know what, I’m not sorry,” I bit out, straightening myself out and standing taller, “Yes, I did go into another person’s dream but I didn’t know it would be Thomas’. But even then, that asshole deserves to have his little fantasy smashed to bits.”

It had to be delirium that was propelling my mouth, because I’d gone insane. Morpheus’ lips pursed and those twin stars flashed in his eyes as he stepped closer, bearing down on me.

“You dare-”

“For two years, I’ve been a good girl and didn’t interfere once,” I cut him off, anger roaring in my ears, “I do it one time and you’re acting like I might as well have killed someone. So how about we call that fucked up little nightmare that tried to eat me a slap on the wrist, I agree to not mess with anyone again, and call it a day because I am tired of turning around and seeing you in every corner of my dreams.”

He stepped forward again, so close I could feel his breath on me. Power rolled off him, his cloak whipping around our feet angrily. The flames from the inky fabric did not burn as they danced off him and brushed against me, the cloak sliding along my skin whispering of dreams and nightmares and stars and shadows and stories so ancient. In the vastness of the black void we stood in, he seemed darker than the mind could fathom.

The Dream King glowered, otherworldly and beautiful and full of fury, and glared down straight into me with hot anger, “You deem to tell me what I should do, little dreamer? You have no idea the games you play. The Dreaming is not your playground to do as you like and I am not yours to command.”

I raised my chin, “What is dreaming if not a place where you can play out your fantasies? I didn’t hurt anyone and I don’t see how I’m yours to command either so we’re done here.”

The corner of Morpheus’ lip twitched in unamused humor. “Impertinent little thing,” he whispered coolly, so close to me I could feel it.

“Well you’re really going to hate this,” I muttered, craning my neck to stare back directly into his eyes, almost a challenge.

I could see Morpheus knit his brow as he tried to guess at my words but by the time his mouth formed the shape to yell at me, I’d already quickly whispered out my command.

“Wake up.”

There was no melting away. One second, I was staring up at an angry ancient being and the next, I was jolting upright and breathing hard. My hands gripped the bedsheets, straining to ground myself in some way in the real world. I was awake, the room was whole and empty. No cuts on my feet, no swirling black cloak. No black void, no angry Morpheus. Safe.

I cupped my face in my hands, groaning loudly as my skin settled into normal gravity. I could still feel that anger roiling inside me but reality was taking hold, dousing it quickly in ice as the realization of what I’d done settled in. I hadn’t been drunk this time, had only been fueled by exhaustion, sleep deprivation, and the fear from the nightmare. But still, I had yelled at the Dream King.

I had essentially yelled at him and then shut a metaphysical door right in his face. What was wrong with me?

I was so fucking dead.

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