#and I'm feeling extra bitter about it today

[nereidprinc3ss]

omg i'm obsessed with the idea of spencer and a university student and i looooved the one you wrote with reader struggling with finals (i relate so much </3) i'm not sure if you write requests or not (if not, then i'm sorry and please ignore this hahaha) but i would love to see more of their dynamic? maybe spencer for once arrives earlier from a case and goes to pick up reader from university as a surprise? i don't really know but i would love to see more 💗 thank you and i hope you have a good day!

AHHHH omg you have NO IDEA how excited I was to open my inbox and see a request!! i am absolutely obsessed w spencer x uni student too

i kind of took this and ran w it so its a little angsty and random LOLOL but here is (drumroll)

spencer picking up reader after you fail an exam (sorry lol) and you are NOT in a good mood but he loves you so its fine

Tears, partly from the bitter wind and partly from shame, blur your phone screen as you exit the lecture hall. Another missed call from Spencer. It’s the third one today—you've been ignoring them in an attempt to remain focused on the final that you just bombed. Part of you now wants to keep ignoring them out of sheer embarrassment. How can you admit to your super-genius boyfriend that you are a bona fide academic failure? Still, you don’t want him wondering about you while he should be working. Your numb fingers fumble with the phone as you try to call him back without running into anybody on your walk back to student housing. 

It doesn’t reach the second ring before he’s picking up. 

“Hey,” he sighs. “I was starting to worry.” 

“I’m sorry, I’ve been busy,” you exhale, cutting through some trees as you approach your building. “What’s up? How’s the case?” 

“Well... that’s actually what I’ve been calling about. We wrapped up this morning.” 

“What? But last night you said it would be at least three more days.” 

“Rare instance of me being wrong, I guess.” 

“So when are you flying back?” you ask, not wanting to get your hopes up. You know sometimes his team stays behind to help with processing a case. He doesn’t reply for a moment. “Spencer?” 

“I’m... thirteen minutes away from your school. Twelve.” 

Your brain short-circuits as you process his words, the cold metal of the door handle biting into your fingers as you stop dead in your tracks. 

“You--are you driving here right now?” 

“Yes,” he begins, sounding embarrassed, “I kept calling because I wanted to ask first, but I know you had your last final this morning and you were going to come over when I got back anyway so I thought you might want to come stay with me for a few extra days. You can say no, obviously—” 

Some of the icy despair melts in your chest. 

“Of course, I want to.” 

“Good,” he exhales a laugh. “It would have been awkward if you said no. Can you have a bag packed by the time I get there?” 

You’re speedwalking through the lobby now, hitting the up button for the elevator more times than is necessarily effective. 

“Drive faster.” 

“Yes, ma’am.” 

By the time you blindly shove enough clothing in a bag, text your roommate to let her know you’ll be gone for the rest of the week, and make it back outside, Spencer’s familiar vintage car is already pulling up to the curb. He doesn’t even bother cutting the engine—just puts it in park and gets out, rounding the vehicle as you close the distance between one another. His smile is brilliant, and though you don’t feel particularly deserving of it, it’s for you. 

“Hi,” you breathe shakily as he loops his arms around your waist. 

“Hi, pretty,” he says, already leaning down to kiss you. It’s soft and sweet over too quickly, but then he’s gently pulling you into him. You drop your bag and bury your face in his jacket, trying to right yourself before you go into an emotional tailspin. 

As usual, he smells like lavender, clove, resinous amber. It makes your head spin. Right away you feel yourself relaxing; feel your guard slipping, like it always does when he’s around. 

“I missed you.” The words are quiet to begin with, muffled further by the fabric of his coat, but you know he’ll hear you. 

“I missed you too,” he murmurs, stroking your hair. “Everything okay?” 

Why are you always surprised when a man who works for the Behavioral Analysis Unit of the FBI accurately analyzes your behavior? 

“Just tired. Can we go home?” You pull back enough to look up at him, meeting his fond—and just a little concerned—gaze, averting your eyes before he has time to discern your... omission of truth. 

“Yeah, angel. Of course we can.” 

He opens the passenger side door for you, making sure you’re settled before tossing your bag in the back seat and circling around the back of the car. 

“Is that coffee?” You say as soon as he slides into the driver’s seat. His eyes dart down to the tumbler in the center cupholder as he buckles. 

“It’s from the jet. You won’t like it.” 

Despite his warning you reach over to grab it, taking a small sip as he puts the car into gear and pulls out of the parking lot. You make a sour face. Spencer glances over. 

“I told you it was bad.” 

You yawn, putting it back in the cupholder. “It was worth a shot.” 

Jazz music plays quietly from the speakers and the heat is blasting, but you’re too busy mentally rehashing question 37 to find it relaxing. 

“You didn’t get enough sleep last night,” he states. Not a question. Outside, the brick buildings of your campus roll by. You wonder if all the students rushing about on the sidewalks and side streets failed any of their finals.  

“Couldn’t,” you mumble flatly, picking at your nails.  

There’s a moment’s pause, and you’re imagining all the things you could have done differently. You’ve never failed a final before. If you’d just studied a little bit harder—if you’d stayed in instead of going out last weekend, if you weren’t so— 

“I’m going to ask you something, and I don’t think you’re going to like it,” Spencer says. 

“Mhm,” you hum, too afraid to speak because your eyes are already stinging again. Honestly, you’re surprised you made it this far without him getting the truth out of you. He offers his hand across the console as you slink down in your seat, and you take it, allowing him to run his thumb over yours in soothing lines. 

“How do you think your final went?” 

You bite the inside of your cheek, the bare branches of the trees outside blurring as you stare unseeingly. 

“Not good. Like, I definitely failed, not good. I'm an idiot.” 

“You absolutely are not an idiot.” 

“You didn’t see me taking the test, Spencer. I literally just sat there staring at it for ten minutes before I even answered one question. It was pathetic.” 

“Did you sleep at all last night?” 

The question takes you by surprise. Your frown deepens. 

“What? I don’t—that’s not—" 

“Just answer the question. Did you sleep at all last night?” 

“Yes!” 

“Don't lie to me.” 

“Fuck you! I slept for like two hours and had coffee this morning!”  

He squeezes your hand. 

“That’s why you failed.” 

The first tear traces its path down your cheek, composure overwhelmed by the confrontation. 

“I hate when you use your stupid interrogation tactics on me,” you say, voice wobbling. And then the crying begins in earnest. 

“I know, baby.” 

His hand moves to rub your back when you let go to cover your face. Torrential evidence of your frustration and utter exhaustion well over, slipping through your fingers despite your best efforts to stop them from coming at all. Having an emotional breakdown in the passenger seat of his car is far from how you’d wanted to greet Spencer’s surprise arrival, but you’re too worn out to mask your emotions—especially when he is so adept at drawing them to the surface. 

A moment passes like that before you take a shuddering breath, raising your head slightly and wiping your cheeks with your sleeves in vain. 

“I should have been able to do it. I just—it was like I was reading the questions and I knew that I should know the answers, but I couldn’t remember anything.” 

“You’re exhausted. Sleep deprivation has an immediate, devastating effect on cognitive functioning levels. My recall and processing speed start to fail when I’m tired, too. It has nothing to do with how smart you are.” 

It makes sense—but it doesn’t make you feel much better. You wanted to ace this exam. Of course, Spencer wouldn’t understand because school was as easy as breathing for him. He barely had to try to get three doctorates. It’s possible, you suppose, that dating a genius has put an academic chip on your shoulder—maybe you’ve set impossibly high standards for yourself.  

After a few minutes the crying finally ebbs, if only because you’re running into supply and demand problems with your tear ducts. You rub your weepy eyes on your shoulder, leaning against the cold window and watching DC go by. 

“You know, the final isn’t as important as you think it is. You’ll still pass the class.” 

“It’s symbolic,” you mumble, breath fogging up the glass. Spencer hums, still rubbing your back. 

“I know. I know it matters to you, but I don’t want you to think one bad grade is a reflection of who you are. Do you understand why it doesn’t make sense to measure something as abstract as intelligence by a metric as one dimensional as a standardized test?” 

“Yes.” 

“Good.” 

You shift in your seat, wiping your face with your sleeve and prompting Spencer to take your other hand once more. 

“Can your FBI friend hack the university database and give me an A?” you ask after a moment, sniffling. 

“Absolutely not.” 

“Pretty please?” 

“Nope.” 

“It’s like you don’t even love me,” you mutter, angling yourself away from him.  

He pulls your hand toward him and presses a kiss to the back of it. 

“I love you so much that I don’t want you to get expelled for academic dishonesty.” 

“It doesn’t matter anyway. I’ll probably just drop out.” 

You both know you’re just being overdramatic, but Spencer has a tendency to be sweet even when you don’t deserve it. 

“I’ll love you no matter what you do.” 

You blush, unable to come up with a sufficient reply. His eyes slide to you briefly and he smirks, clearly enjoying his ability to fluster you, and by extension, get you to shut up. 

“Eyes on the road, genius,” you grumble. But for the first time today you’re fighting a smile instead of tears. 

#spencer reid x you #spencer reid x y/n #spencer reid x self insert #spencer reid x reader #spencer reid x fem!reader #spencer reid imagine #spencer reid fic #spencer reid fanfic #spencer reid #criminal minds

[wynnyfryd]

Trailer park Steve AU part 58

part 1 | part 57 | ao3

@steddie-island said i wasn't allowed to cut this lol. cw: angst, canon typical horror, mentions of minor character death

“Lucas called me a ghost today.”

Steve almost laughs, bitter and sharp. Sure. Why not? What’s one more ghost in his passenger seat?

He doesn't really want to talk to her right now, if he's honest. It's been fifteen minutes and she still hasn't apologized for trying to rob him, or explained where they're going, or what spooked her, or why this car ride was so urgent that he had to risk his job for it — a job he actually needs, considering his, well, everything. She's hardly said anything beyond the occasional "turn here" or "next left" while sulking with her forehead pressed against the window.

But he can tell she has something she needs to get off her chest, so he swallows his annoyance and offers, "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she says back. Doesn't elaborate.

He gives her another minute to gather her words, watches her open and close her mouth a few times in his periphery, but nothing comes out. She scoffs at herself and abruptly changes the subject. “Eddie was being extra… well, extra today.”

“Was he?” Steve asks, his bones itching under his skin. He doesn't want to talk about Eddie. Doesn't want to think his name.

“Yeah, he, uh- he was kinda manic? He was, like, running all over the cafeteria and starting shit with Jason Carver...” And he's only half-listening, anger simmering as she goes on and on, because she promised that Dustin didn't put her up to this. Said that this wasn't some bullshit excuse to get him to talk about Eddie or hang out with Eddie or think about Eddie or kiss and make up with fucking Eddie, and now she's just talking about him, and it-

And it hurts; god, it still just hurts—

"....Then he started rambling about how he can’t wait to get the hell out of here when he graduates.”

Searing-stabbing-burning-sharp. Steve clutches at the flare of pain in his chest, the crushed soda-can feeling where his heart's supposed to be. His head pounds. He follows her next direction onto a winding, tree-lined road, the canopy suffocating overhead, and his skin feels too dry — too tight, too small, shrink-wrapping him inside of it, because he knows where they are now. Knows the tilt of the rusted lamp shade, the shape of the weather brick paths. He's tasted the metal tang of this stop sign in his nightmares.

Fuck. Fuck.

"Cool," he grits out as he drives through the cemetery gates. Past stone and wrought iron, past the empty central fountain. He hasn't been here since July. “Good for him.”

“Steve-"

“Why are you telling me this?" he snaps. He throws the car in park under an old oak and turns to glare at her, barking a frustrated, "Huh?"

Immediately, he feels bad for raising his voice. Feels even worse for the way she flinches away. The naked fear on her face, her hand reaching for the door. He takes a long, deep breath and lets it out slowly through his nose. “Sorry. Sorry. Just-" There's a leak inside him somewhere; some infected, gaping hole, and his stupid heart keeps pumping all his blood into the wound. "Why are you-?”

“Look,” she says sharply, "I know it sucks. To talk about him." She's staring at the rows of headstones up ahead, her face gone steely with determination, her shoulders squared, her big eyes wide and a little wet when she turns to meet his gaze. “But whatever you were— whatever happened, it just… it really messed him up.”

Good. "You sound like Dustin."

"Maybe Dustin had a point."

"Since when?"

She throws her hands up, nostrils flaring. "I'm trying to tell you that I think he still cares!"

“Yeah? He’s got a seriously fucked up way of showing it if so!”

“Yeah, well some of us don’t know how to show it!”

And oh.

Oh.

Silence blankets them like dust. Eyes locked; harsh breaths. This has nothing to do with him and Eddie, does it?

Lucas called me a ghost.

Steve sighs and slumps forward, his forearms on the wheel, his chin resting on his wrist. The late afternoon sun is warm through the glass, and his head gives another nasty throb as he looks out over the hill, at the polished stones glinting in the golden hour rays.

His dad is buried here.

A lot of people are.

“Hey,” he murmurs, rolling his neck to look at her. The skin under her eyes is red. "Sorry for yelling."

She sniffs quietly. "Me, too."

He reaches over and gives her hand a quick squeeze, keeping his voice low and gentle. "You know you can just talk to me, right? Max, talk to me. Please.”

Her bottom lip quivers. “It’s nothing, okay?” She sinks down in her seat, crossing her arms to shield herself. “Shit’s just been… it’s just been weird all week. Like- like bad weird, and I don't know if I'm just going crazy, or— I mean, maybe Ms. Kelley's right, maybe's it's just— but it feels like…”

"Like what?"

She holds a hand out flat in front of her; flips her wrist over slowly so her palm faces the sky.

Steve's blood runs cold. He thinks of his own nightmares: the weird visions, the headaches, the persistent haunted feeling.

"I don't know anything for sure," she insists, rushing to reassure him before he can fully start to panic. "Seriously, don't freak out; I haven't, like, seen any gates or anything, it's just— bad dreams. Nose bleeds. I don't know." She hoists her backpack onto her shoulder. "I thought coming here might help."

He catches her by the arm, raking his eyes over her face, looking for any signs of danger. "Is there anything I can do?"

She shakes her head no and tugs free of his grip, and then she's slipping out of the car, letting the door fall shut behind her, and Steve watches her crest the hill while sirens wail inside his head.

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part 59

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#trailer park steve au #steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #max mayfield #my writing #my fic #i rewrote this 42 goddamn times #also i promise reunion is still coming #max had a lot to say apparently lol

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

hi, i have a miguel request! love your writing and thank you so much for taking on all these requests ♥️

miguel knows reader has a crush on them because he can hear their heart picking up everytime they're close and he likes them to. they're cordial and friendly with each other because the reader wants ro respect miguel's boundaries and miguel's not sure reader would want to be with someone that has his baggage. however he can't help but be a little touchy with them somtimes (little things - like moving them out of his way with a gentle hand on the waist, webbing their chair and pulling them closer to show them something, standing a little too close when they talk or picking something from a higher shelf from RIGHT behind them) he feels guilty and like an ass too because he knows the effect he has on reader but isn't (planning on) acting on it. (reader is also quite professional, except for the occasional blush there's no other indication that they like miguel, no one would really know if it wasn't for their superpowers) they are also not a spiderperson so miguel is extra hesitant to get involved with a regular human.

this is until reader and him are in a compromising situation where they're hiding or sneaking around for some mission and miguel puts his hand over reader's mouth on instinct in the middle of them talking when he senses someone nearby and hisses something vaguely authorative (maybe like quiet down now or shut up works too) and they're already pressed together agains a wall (miguel's protecting reader in case things go south) he not only hears their heart pick up but senses that they're aroused too and he can't really stay professional anymore :))

I'm so sorry this is so long!! please forgive me 😭

love you and hope you're taking care of yourself in the midst of being so damn talented and dedicated to all this writing!

hii!! this so effing cute!?? and the ideas you gave- just mwah. you’re so incredibly sweet, thank you and love you!! thanks for requesting, hope you like it💌

will they, won’t they

miguel o’hara x fem!reader

wc || 688

・₊✧ masterlist + taglist

There was an unspoken thing between you and Miguel, a feeling of uncertainty as if there's something often left unsaid. You and Miguel had a professional yet, flirtatious dynamic— a connection filled with friction, tension and longing.

You liked Miguel, you liked him a lot, but you were proficient. You knew better than to give into a silly little work crush, especially one that is unlikely to be reciprocated. You hid your desire for him well, concealed every reaction when he'd enter a room, every giggle when he'd ask you about your day. It wasn't always easy to disguise your feelings, sometimes your body would betray you, and you'd blush or smile when he looked your way. 

Miguel was often an enigma to you. He could be so distant and cold, yet so tender and sweet. He would show little gestures and remarks that were tricky not to overthink. He would frequently lay a gentle hand on your lower back to get past you or web your chair to bring you to him. Moments when Miguel stood so close behind you, his torso would be flush to your back as he'd help you reach from a high shelf, or times when his gaze would flicker to your lips in the midst of conversation. He'd do seemingly little and harmless things that often confounded you. It felt like he was battling his feelings and instincts, which ultimately made it confusing for you. 

You were unsure where you stood with him. Some days he'd be touchy and flirty and on others, bitter and uninterested. You knew Miguel had a troublesome past, so you were patient. You were aware of the struggles he had gone through, and you understood why he was so hesitant when initiating something new. 

So today, when you two were assigned to go on a mission to another dimension, you were naturally wary about the situation. You and Miguel have never been on a task together, so you were uncertain how he would act when it was just the pair of you, what version of himself he would be. 

Unfortunately for you, he was back to his cold self. Frankly, you were sick of being left astray and you wanted to express it.

"What is your problem?" you ask, emphasising your frustration. "You won't even say two words to me— Miguel?" you frown, chasing after his long strides. "What's your issue with me?" you ask, eyes squinting.

He avoids your questioning, continuing his quickened pace down the dark streets of Brooklynn. "I haven't got one," he mumbles, looking over his shoulder to you before resuming his visual assessment of the area.

"Miguel," you repeat, speaking louder and more agitated, tugging on his arm, trying to halt him. "There clearly is,"

"Can you not talk for a second," he murmurs, keeping his eyes glued ahead. 

"Don't tell me to shut up,"

"I didn't. I told you to stop talking," Miguel's features pull together in annoyance, stalking towards you, gripping your arm. 

"What are you doing?" 

"Shut up," he repeats, his eyes firm as he pulls you into the nearby alley, immediately caging you against the wall. "Just— quiet, please," he says softly. He covers your mouth, holding his palm over your chin, muffling your words as he stares down at you. His eyes are vigilant and gallant, almost like he's trying to protect you. "Just shush one second," he whispers, leaning to your ear. 

At that moment, you knew your gag was up. Your heart was wildly thumping in your chest, and you knew Miguel was aware of the effect he had on you. He didn't need to say anything— his cocky expression told you all you had to know.

"They gone?" you muffle in his palm, looking up at him eagerly.

He nods once, keeping his hand over your mouth, gazing down at you with lustful eyes. "They're gone," he whispers, slowly sliding his hand to your jaw, cupping your face upwards. "They're gone, querida." (darling) Miguel says quietly, his voice hoarse as he leans in, hesitantly brushing your lips with his like he was debating with himself.

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@sunshiines-stuff @queerponcho @selfryed @idontknowwhattohaveasmyuser

#miguel o’hara #miguel o’hara fluff #miguel o’hara imagine #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel o’hara fic #across the spiderverse #miguel ohara #atsv miguel #miguel o’hara x fem!reader #spiderman 2099 #miguel x reader #miguel fluff

[emmyrosee]

are u down 4 sum lil angst?? well, i'm just curious how would it be being the famous star volleyball player, Sakusa Kiyoomi's TOTGA?

YOU HAD N O RIGHT MATE

ok so fun emmy history, back when I was a wee child and before the miya twins were even a thing, i wrote a self insert that I’m still weirdly proud of today so congratulations, you scratched that memory HHEISBSOSN-

Hey! Future Emmy here. so... major tw; kiyoomi is very mean, extremely toxic, and i for sure went overboard, but there's a lot of blaming and yelling and just. ugh. this piece hurt my own heart smh.

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But listen. You slipped into Sakusa Kiyoomi’s life surprisingly. He wasn’t expecting you or even just to date at all, you were just at the right places in the right times where he finally felt at ease in your presence. You just understood who he was beyond surface level, and he’d never had that in someone before.

You loved him before he was cool, before he was anyone other than a top ace in Japan. You were the first to tell him it was okay to mess up, do something other than eat drink and sleep volleyball, even if he wants it to take up most of his time.

Time, he no longer has, when he gets injured.

It wasn't like it was an inopportune time- though, as a college athlete, there really is no good time to get injured- if anything, it was spontaneous and had he not had dreams of making it big, he'd never think twice of it.

But he gets injured. Junior year of college, just as his name starts to grow in the industry, and he gets injured. Bad ankle, it’s actually a former injury from his childhood that apparently didn’t heal right.

There’s articles that spread about Bokuto Koutarou, how he’s climbing the ranks and how Miya Atsumu, the same little rat who bothered him in high school received an offer from god knows what team, and he’s fuming.

That should be him and his setter getting those offers and climbing that ladder, it’s been him and him alone for years, and he knows it's bitter to hate people for their successes, but its not fucking fair, he deserves more than this.

He deserves more than doctors trying to encourage surgery to heal at the sacrifice of volleyball, he deserves more than flowers and cards of best wishes, more than Miya Atsumu texting him to see if he's okay, he deserves more than any being on earth could give him.

And that includes you.

"Baby, did you finally call the surgeon?" You ask, coming in with a water bottle and a cup of his meds.

Apparently, that's more than enough to set him off.

"I don't need surgery."

He hears you sigh, "the doctor says the tear is too big just for physical therapy, you'll need the extra support-"

"In case you forgot, I was fucking there."

His breath becomes hot, and he can't peel his eyes from the commercials playing on the tv. The room suddenly feels suffocating, and of he could will himself to do it, he'd apologize and tell you he loves you, he's just tense and hurt, and he's grateful you're here, and-

"I'm the one who's life is going down the tubes. Fun fact."

The other thoughts in his mind are static. merely an incoherent buzz. You're his victim now, to his ugliest sides that therapy and his family prodded back years ago.

There's no one to prod it back now.

"I... I didn't mean any harm, I promise-"

"You really shouldn't talk to me right now," he snarls, rage bubbling and clawing away at his soul. There's a bubbling of tears that rip at his waterline in a demand to fall, but he's blinded to anything else.

He hates his life. He hates his ankle. He hates his doctors for telling him it may not heal right ever.

He hates you.

"Kiyoomi, please-"

He bears his teeth like a dog in an attack, and you flinch back slightly. "If you hadn't fucking distracted me, this never would've happened." He hears you whine in your throat.

he ignores it.

"I was fine," he barks. "I was happy before you. I was strong, I was powerful, I was a damned force to be reckoned with." He crawls closer to you on the couch, and when you cower to try and get away, he chases your body with his torso.

When you stand up, he does too. His leg lights every single nerve up in a blaze of agony, but he's too gone in his own rage to think about it.

"I... I know you're mad, but please, sit down Kiyoomi-"

You're right.

"Shut the hell up!"

Even on one foot, he towers over you threateningly. You bring your hands up to try and force distance between you both; your touch does ground him slightly, but not enough to stop his scorn.

You sniffle softly, clearly uncomfortable, "you're just mad... and that's okay. Please stop shouting at me, we can make this work, kiyoomi."

Now, his eyes are scalding with furious tears.

"I want this to work, oomi... please, stop shouting-"

“It doesn’t matter if you want it to work,” he snaps. “I’ve got a plan to stick to that’s already been screwed because of us, AND IT'S YOUR GODDAMNED FAULT!"

When you sob and crumple to your feet, there’s a small part of kiyoomi that comes to, the words suddenly sour on his tongue. He feels… confused, he doesn’t know where it came from inside of him, but the way your eyes water from his words snaps him back to reality.

“I’m… im ruining your plan?” You choke, and god kiyoomi wants the floor to engulf him whole. Because duh, of course now you’re not he’s just the scum of the earth, you’re all he can think of wanting in this shitty life, but he can’t say that, not when your hands cover your mouth in distress and horror, tears slipping over your fingers. He feels the blood leave his face when you take a step back, followed by another, then one as you turn on your heel to leave.

“Wait-“

“No, Kiyoomi,” you snap, and its his turn to feel your rage, your head whipping to look at him in betrayal. “No. I’m officially done waiting for you.”

And despite the fact that he wants to chase you, wants to gather you in his arms and pin you to the wall and demand you listen to him, listen to why his plan has changed and how you’ve completely ruined all of it in the best ways, he can’t. His leg throbs at the mere idea.

He just. Stands there, frozen for god knows how long, staring at the long slammed door, wondering if you’d come back for something you’d forgot in your exit. Something dumb, like a charger or a water bottle, something easily replaceable but you wanted from him just as a last chance makeup.

But you don’t. And once his good leg starts to cramp from standing there, he slowly moves his way to his bedroom.

And he’s fine. Honest!

Sitting by himself in the cold of night gives him more time to think about the future. The one without you, of course. Limping around the dorm on crutches makes his arms ache and knees weak, and the backpack on his shoulders making him fall forwards is plenty to make his elbows strengthen up (they’re withering away) and his breathing circulate (he’s breathing back tears of pain and frustration.)

He can’t… he can’t do this without you.

Call him selfish, but his life was not only easier with you around, it was better, it was fun to love you and have you scream his name from the stands, but now that seat is occupied by someone else when it should be yours and yours alone.

He’s tried to get over it. He’s tried to get everything in line, get you the hell out of his mind but he can’t.

You’re different. He hates you for it. There’s something about you that refused to leave his mind and soul. Every time someone is interested in him, he feels disgusted because every crush is based on appearances now; it never was with you. Every time someone laughs, his first thought is how much he misses yours. When one of those stupid fast food commercials comes on in the late hours of night, he smiles sadly as he remembers the way your eyes would meet his and you’d beg him for some fries at ungodly hours.

He has to move on. It’s been fucking years. Why hasn’t he moved on?

Any sane person by now would have moved on, passed through his heartbreak and try to find another, but he’s so emotionally unavailable at this point. Every thought and every reminder that plagues him continues to hit like a ton of bricks every time.

Maybe it's guilt.

No, its definitely guilt.

He loved you, more than you could imagine, he appreciated you more than he can express, and to show you how much you mean to him, he blamed you for his failures.

No wonder he deserves to be alone.

And just when his exhaustion can't grow, his self destruction and crumbling self worth can't get lower, he gets thrown in another circle of hell that he seems to find himself in; this time, in a coffee shop he frequents. Not too many familiar faces, just a couple blocks from the train, and up until that point, only having known him as an alias.

Until today, when the Gods decide to torture him a bit more.

“Name?”

“Sakusa,” he says, not even thinking as he scrolls on his phone. There’s a high pitched gasp from the girl, and it makes his eye twitch.

“NO WAY!!! Oh my gosh, you’re THE sakusa kiyoomi?! Oh my gosh, wait, hold on- can I get a picture? No, wait, you’re not into those- can I get an autograph? I knew you looked familiar, my sister and I watch you play all the time! I’m such a fan!-“

“Uh… thanks. Can I have my tea-“

The girl doesn’t answer, instead, she calls for her co-worker who barrels out in equal excitement.

On any normal day, kiyoomi would snap. He’d scold and snarl about how rude they were, how he’s still a fucking person who just so happens to be good at volleyball, but he’s like a deer in headlights. He’s too surprised at his own stupidity of not using his usual alias, how damn tired is he?

There’s a weight that feels like a ton of bricks that settles on his chest once he hears the line behind him complaining about how long it’s taking, then people behind the register flashing pictures that have him blinded and asking him questions he doesn’t want to answer, he just wants his tea for God’s sake and-

“HEY!” There’s a snap from someone at a table, and it breaks up the small, impromptu paparazzi at the front. “People are trying to work here, and not get a damn seizure from your damn pictures!” He feels all that anxiety break on his shoulders once they cower away. “And shame on you all!” They continue, the line slowly parting to let them continue shouting. “He may be famous but he’s still a damn person! Make the fucking drink and GO!”

Kiyoomi doesn’t want to look. Even if he’s eternally grateful for them, he knows that scold and he knows that bravery to call out random people for their shiftiness.

Because it’s the same thing you used to do all those years ago.

He winced and pulls the mask higher on his nose to keep himself concealed- as if he’s not a 190.5 cm monster. But you don’t say anything about anything that just happened, you must be deep in your work to not process just exactly who you were defending.

He gets his tea with a quick apology from the baristas, and he heads to the door to leave.

….

…right?

He’s gone. He’s on the bus, headphones in and heading to practice, audiobook putting him in a new world where his only current connection is the hot tea in his hands.

Right?

There’s always been a table on the bus, a table he rudely stalks up to, where you’re sitting and typing away furiously at your laptop and massaging one of your temples, too engrossed in your work to notice the outside hitter standing just in front of you.

“Uh…” he chews his lip nervously. You don’t look up.

This is the chance Komori’s been talking about. If he doesn’t take it, he’s going to hate himself forever.

“Thank you for standing up for me back there.”

“You’re welcome.”

He sighs staggered, “can I… uhm… repay the favor?”

To his extreme relief, you offer him a small chuckle, “maybe you can recommend a coffee shop where random cele…” your voice drifts off when you look up at him, jaw frozen open and eyes wide and dancing all over his face. You’re both just staring at each other, breathing ragged and tense, and his brows furrowing to try and hide the guilt and absolute need he has for you to continue the conversation.

You clear your throat, “your uhm… your foot healed uh… well.”

He wants to, but can’t, fight the snort that sneaks past his lips because that’s about the last thing he thought you’d say. But he sees you crack a smile too, and it’s worth it.

“Yeah,” he says after he clears his throat. “Yeah, I’m playing professionally now. Minor aches here and there, but nothing unusual.”

“So you got to stick with your plan,” you hum sadly, and his heart stops. “That’s wonderful, Sakusa. Im glad to hear it-“

“But my plan never felt complete,” he interrupts, and he sees your nostrils flare in annoyance. “I-I-I thought I knew what I wanted, but god, I didn’t. I don’t, I’ve always only wanted you.”

You offer him a shrug, “Kiyoomi, I was an intruder in your life; I can’t blame you for that, I shouldn’t have been there-“

“I wanted you there.”

“Clearly you didn’t,” you snip, and finally, he sighs in defeat. “You made it just fine without me in your plan.”

Fuck it.

If he’s here, he’s gonna lay all his cards, give you every last thought of his and leave you one more time to pick up your shattered pieces.

“I miss you.”

You freeze, but there’s a glazing of your waterline before you slowly, tensely, turn up to look at him.

“Don’t,” you snap. “Don’t do this, Sakusa.”

“I can’t help it,” he says, own voice twinging raw. "I hate it too. I hate that I've had to carry this weight with me for all these years, years I should've been with you, kept you safe and happy, and I couldn't even do that."

"You shattered what we had. Don't ever forget that."

"I never have been able to."

There's another silence surrounding you both, suffocating and hot and thick, and he gets flashbacks of a scenario not too dissimilar, where you're looking up at him with those same, betrayed eyes.

But your gaze doesn't last. It crumbles before you let out the breath you'd been holding, a sign that you're not going to waste your energy on him anymore, "you're too late, Kiyoomi. You don't get to miss me anymore."

When your hands shift to close your laptop, he sees it. The massive, heavy rock on your finger, glimmering under the soft lights of the coffee shop.

Kiyoomi feels sick. He could faint right now if his pride would let him. Instead, he swallows the bile in his throat and grits his teeth, giving you a smile and a casual scratch of the back of his head, "that's... that's awesome! I'm happy for you."

"Don't be," you smile sadly.

"Why?"

You shurg, "you don’t have to be happy for me. I’m happy for me. He's a friend of Bokuto-San's. Set us up not long after we broke up." Then, you sigh shakily, "I'm just here for work, I won't taint your coffee shops for much longer." It was an attempt to break up the heavy silence.

He could puke right now if he didn't feel completely defeated. He could strangle Bokuto in devastation.

In his younger, naïve efforts to drive you away, he drove you straight to someone else's arms.

He nods and chokes out a small "alright," before spinning on his heel away from you

He makes move to leave the coffee shop, but before he does, but before he can, he turns back to face you, trying to get one final look at you, soaking in your presence and soul before you vanish from his life forever. He calls your name, and you look at him one more time with that big, beautiful gaze.

"Do you believe in the one that got away?" he asks, and you process his answer before slipping your computer in your bag.

"Yeah. And I believe I'm yours- but you were too worried about losing volleyball. Now, I guess we all got what we wanted."

His veins turn icy as he tries to blink back the hot tears searing his waterline, turning his head to dodge your knowing eyes.

Everyone got what they wanted.

Except for his broken heart, of course.

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[maochira]

can we get more itoshi bros???? ❤️

Writing for the Itoshi bros is fun but honestly I'm running out of ideas for them if not given a specific scenario,, but here's what my brain has to offer right now

So, earlier today I made this post about the Itoshi brothers having a toddler sibling who was born shortly before or after Sae left. So I'll do some more headcanons for that!

Check out my Blue Lock writing event!

Tags: fluff, gn!Itoshi!reader who was born shortly before Sae left to go to Spain, wow I write about the Itoshi bros and it's not angst? What a miracle

-Sae only got to spend a handful of months with you before he went to Spain, and while you do have a special place in his heart, there's just no bond between the two of you

-whenever Sae visited home, he barely knew what to do with you. He wasn't particularly fond of young children anyways, so bonding with you didn't really happen. Sae also didn't care that much for you anyways

-and honestly, Sae forgot about you most of the time while in Spain. Sure, he knew of your existence, but it's not like you played an important role in his life. There just wasn't enough time for him to develop a special connection towards you

-but hey, it was the same for you. Your parents always showed you pictures of Sae and you would watch his matches on TV whenever he played, but without him actually being there, there was no way to form a proper bond

-and whenever he visited, he actually seemed rather intimidating in your point of view

-but your relationship with Rin? Omg. Literally the cutest ever

-after Sae left, Rin started feeling like he was the big brother now. And he really wanted to be the best big brother he could be, because, in his thoughts, he would have to take the place of Sae's role as well, since you rarely got to meet your oldest brother

-even after Rin started getting bitter about Sae and he became cold towards literally everyone, you remained as his one and only softspot

-when you can walk properly, Rin would start teaching you soccer

-whenever Sae visited, Rin would be extra affectionate towards you, in attempt to make Sae jealous. It never worked, though, because Sae really didn't care

-the way Rin misses you when he's in Blue Lock. He wouldn't tell anyone about it, but yeah he misses you very very much. He misses playing soccer with you a lot and just having you around in general

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[amourdivine]

𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 𝐀 𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐃 💌 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐑 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐃𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

At last, another Tumblr pick a card reading. After reading started on Youtube, I've realized I missed the written PAC's I used to make once I got to Tumblr. Today, let's take a peek at this person's intentions! I hope you enjoy it & please don’t forget to provide feedback, if you will; If you liked this reading, please consider booking a paid reading or tipping me at @ [email protected]! xo. ♡

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PILE 001.

the artist • the lovers • the hierophant

It is possible you are in a relationship with this person, and if not, they wish to be in a relationship with you soon. This person wants commitment, they have a vision of a life with you, but they may be wrapped up in perfectionism - nothing major. They want to make sure you have a solid foundation to grow upon, like laying the groundwork for a good relationship to blossom. This person is very patient as well, I'm sensing Capricorn or Taurus. They think you're very beautiful, pretty much the whole package, pile one.

The Artist in this deck is an extra major arcana card (I'm using the Ethereal Visions Tarot) that speaks of vision and I honestly believe this person envisions more than just a casual relationship with you. Even if they take their sweet time, they want to make sure both of you are compatible, ready for something deeper, for a responsible and mature relationship to one another. Overall, I see very pure, gentle and benevolent intentions from them towards you. ♡

additional messages. pluto in scorpio, long distance relationship, long term commitment, far away/distance, old school, 95, 90, travel, sagittarius, 333, 888, ten of cups, lover of mine, forever, secure attachment.

channeled song. caroline by patrick droney.

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PILE 002.

judgement • justice • ten of pentacles.

Whether romantic or not, this person wants to apologize to you. They want to make it right, correct their wrongs and come clean to you. If this person lied or screwed up big time in your connection, they want to tell you they've learnt their lesson. It probably came as a bitter, rude awakening or some sort of very unwanted wake-up call. I think they reminisce on a lot of memories the two of you made and it's possible you've known them for a long time - I see some sort of family tie here. Either you know each other's families or you are literally like family to one another.

They want to talk to you so bad, pile two. There are so many songs in my head (and shuffled in my playlist) about apologizing, righting one's wrongs and wanting to be in one another's life again. I think they want to make amends and finally be honest. I get the energy from you that you're "done" with them, you may have gotten tired of their excuses or empty promises... but if you haven't, consider hearing them out. They're sorry and want to provide you some closure at the very least. ♡

additional messages. scorpio rising, end of the world, bad blood, bastille, wild youth, reckless, "you were my best friend", "how could you", ten of swords, teen drama, betrayal, party animal.

channeled song. blender by 5 seconds of summer.

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PILE 003.

queen of pentacles • ten of wands • seven of pentacles

The energy of this pile feels more platonic, but it can still be romantic for some of you. Either way, this seems like someone who wants to care for you in some type of way, to ease your burdens, to let you rely on them. Their intentions are pure, but you may not be used to accepting help from anyone, pile three. It's understandable.

However, I think this is someone other people may often label as a "safe person". I also heard "earth angel", so some of you may resonate with the term. This person wants to offer you a way out of a difficult situation and I don't see them being forceful or pushy about it, so they'll wait until you ask for them to help you or to accept their help. They see the potential in you to have a brilliant and good future. For some of you, this could be an older figure, like a mother or grandmother, maybe a teacher or someone who's already well-established in their profession. This person wants to ease your anxiety and to make sure you don't feel so alone. They care for you a lot. I think your guides want you to rely on people a bit more often, pile three, to become more interdependent, especially if you're going through something. ♡

additional messages. "count on me", sit on the rooftop, friendship, reconnect, burnout, 777, growth, sustainability, college, agriculture, blossom, bloom, midlife crisis, triggers, red alert, hypervigilance.

channeled song. thinking about you by forester.

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PILE 004.

five of swords • the emperor • the fool

I was really hoping all piles would pass the vibe check (lol), but it seems that this person's intentions are muddy... I feel like I'm slowly drowning in quicksand but it's hard to tell if I'm truly in danger or not. Their intentions aren't all that clear, but these intentions aren't good. They seem to be someone driven by a need for control towards others. If you have argued or had a falling out with this person, they do wish to reconnect but I don't think they have changed. The Fool here feels more so like you, as if they want to make a fool out of you.

I wouldn't consider this person an enemy, but they're more of a frenemy. They may say things that hurt you, but talk their way out of an apology. Here's the thing, even if they do wish to reconnect, as I mentioned, I don't think they want to make right by you. They miss some sort of power they felt or even had over you. This person could be very competitive and perhaps having you in their life gave them a kind of advantage over others - they may see things as very "black & white", no nuance or dialogue. It will definitely do you good to stay away from them, pile three. I'm sorry to be the bearer of bad news, but I think you already caught onto this person's sneaky ways. ♡

additional messages. player, loser, aries, gemini, "i could never figure you out", "i hate you for what you did", drake, leave me blue, trouble, playlist, dubstep, losing faith, outta here, liar.

channeled song. who by lauv ft. bts | twin flame by montana janel (bonus song + the lyrics are very relevant)

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[honeybleed]

vacation ⋆ onyankopon

content & warnings: female reader, she/her pronouns, black coded reader, canon verse but divergence, fluff but angsty in the back

author’s note: this is kinda inspired by two things. the episode where the survey corps went to marley and the first episode where there was a festival reiner pieck and porco went to with the kids ehehe

word count: 1.1k

You held onto your hat as there was a mighty gust of wind as you gripped onto the railings.

Despite how exhausted you were, you made a promise to yourself you were going to enjoy this day off. Especially with how scarce they were.

You watched the ships approach the harbour and sighed. You were going to make the most of this day. You never got a chance to soak in the atmosphere.

You jerked in surprise and let out a yelp when you felt two large hands grasp at your sides. It wasn't a mystery who it was, and you turned to face him with a warm smile.

"Onyankopon!" You chastised as he pulled you close against him.

"What, baby?" He snorted, at your whining.

"You gave me a scare!" You responded, gently thumping his shoulder.

"Ah, but I just couldn't exactly help myself." He chuckled, as he held the side of your face and gently dragged the pad of his thumb against your bottom lip. "Your reactions are very theatrical.."

You shook your head and sighed as you nestled closer to him, taking in his aromatic scent and body warmth. You blinked a few times when you still were in his embrace.

It was an alien feeling. When your mind went back to why you could never see him.

You both were from countries that Marley had taken over. He was conscripted into the Marleyan military because they recognised his skills for navigating and piloting.

Whilst he and others from your home country were thrust onto the battlefield, your skills as a medic were considered beneficial.

It was against your will, to treat and care for the same military that ransacked your home country and took you away but you couldn't be so bitter when most of the casualties were children and young people intensely brainwashed.

When Onyankopon was on the front lines and sent to the medical bay you remember many things about your first meeting. He was probably one of the few soldiers who gave you a warm and friendly smile, despite his injury.

He remembered your name, and you felt butterflies in your stomach when he spoke it in his honeyed voice. People of your complexion were a rarity and here he was. He made you feel safe.

You looked up to meet his gaze. You'd been together for a while now so you could tell when a smile was a little forced.

"You look tired, what's up..?" You questioned as you looked up at him through your lashes.

"Just more late nights. But baby, today is our day. I promise I'm alright." He said, in a reassuring tone as he pulled away to take your hand in his and head away from the port.

Your eyebrows pinched together, but if he didn't want to talk about it there was no use in bothering him.

After walking through the stands, through the afternoon the sun began to set and the sky was lit up with fireworks and sparklers.

All sorts of noise overlapped. From vendors calling out prices and negotiations, children's laughter, and the sizzling of the skewered meat on grills.

The festival was jam-packed, as it was one of the most anticipated events in the town that was always overclouded with gloom.

“Think you can tell me what’s wrong now..?” You questioned.

"What kind of man am I if I bother you with all that, hm?"

"Onyankopon." You said firmly, causing him to turn his head to face you.

"It doesn't make you any less of a man to just talk to me. As long as we are together, I'm here for you and you're here for me." Your voice cracked a little as you felt a lump form in your throat. "You're all I have."

He looked at you with those dark orbs of his then let out a heavy sigh.

"I'm just exhausted." He settled on. "Zeke and Yelena are just..."

"Extra?" You quipped.

"Let's go with that." He said with a wry laugh, as he put a hand on his forehead. "Changing plans every few hours. Nobody has a say so."

You nodded and squeezed his hand, then pressed a kiss on the side of his mouth.

"What was that for..?" He asked, and you grinned as you felt heat emanate from his cheek.

"For trusting me. I know things are classified over there but...I don't want them to weigh down on you so much, Ony. Really."

"You're sweet, honey. I just...despite the circumstances we're in I want to protect you. I know you're a resilient woman. I don't want to coddle you but...it's a reflex I guess." He said with a wry laugh as he pulled you in close, and rubbed your forearm.

"I know you do." You said as you rested your head on his shoulder.

“Are you leaving tomorrow?” You asked as you sat on the bed as he stood in front of the mirror undressing. He shot you a look with a sad smile.

“First thing tomorrow morning.” He sighed, causing you to jut out your bottom lip.

“Don’t give me that look, honey..” He tittered as he sat on the edge of the bed, shirtless as he squeezed your bare thigh. “Makes me feel terrible.”

“Maybe that’s the point.” You joked as you crawled forward on the bed to drape your arms around his neck, your chest against his back.

“You know if it wasn’t like this...I’d be with you all the time.” He murmured as he planted a kiss on your hand.

“I know.” You said. “Well, I guess we gotta make the most of tonight then.”

Wordlessly, he pushed you gently into the pillows and gave you a warm smile as he cupped the side of your face. You beamed back at him, putting your hand over his and stroking it gently.

His hands are rough, as much as he does his best to moisturise them. They’re hardened from war, yet despite it all you’re sure Onyankopon’s hands are the softest place.

His embrace is always gentle as if he’s handling fine china. He leant in to press a chaste kiss on your lips and you smile against his lips, as you feel his lashes tickle your own. As he pulls away, you do your best to just take him in.

Gazing at his handsome features, you sigh. Every time you were at your lowest or panicked in the medical bay you like to think of his smile.

You feel his hands skim across your bare sides and it makes you shudder and jolt. He gives you a bemused reaction, he loves how he can make you fall apart under his touch.

Your eyes are fixated on his plump and soft lips as he showers you with compliments. You’re his angel, his everything. You make him have hope in such a bleak world that you live in.

You settle a hand on the back of his head and give him another smile. Whenever you’re with him, the muscles in your face ache because you simply for the life of you cannot stop smiling.

“You only you.”

author’s note: if you got this far thanks for reading 🫶🏽 pls reblog n leave feedback if u enjoyed dis ❤️ also dis is dedicated to @lemmetreatya bc she ceo of onyankopon and her fics are the best 💓 i wanted to try make a fic w his canon personality traits saur i hope it did him justice he’s an amazing character

#aot x reader #onyankopon snk #onyankopon fluff #onyankopon x black y/n #aot onyankopon #snk onyankopon #aot fluff #aot x black y/n #aot x black reader #⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡ nara scribbles

[hotnbloodied]

Yandere!Kaeya X Reader

Hello! It's been a while I'll admit. But I've still been active here even if that means I'm more of a reader these days! :D But I can only read for so long before I attempt to write my own yandere short yet again so I hope you enjoy this Yandere Kaeya short! Stay safe out there and happy Halloween! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚HB˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

!Warning! This post contains yandere themes and topics that may be uncomfortable to people who are sensitive to the topic, read at your own discretion.

Setting: You're a graduate of Akademiya working at Angel's Share.

He thought you were cute, the way you lectured him about how he drank.

He was the Cavalry Captain and you were one of the staff at Angel’s Share he often frequents.

You started working there a couple of months ago after you graduated from the Sumeru Akademiya and moved back home.

“Sorry Mr. Kaeya, it’s been your third bottle. I’ve been told to cut you off.” “Aww, don’t be a party pooper~.”

He thought what the two of you had was cute, how the two of you would banter with each other while he hits up the Angel’s Share. The way your face gets flustered when he says something slightly suggestive. Your laugh when he tells a joke.

He thought the two of you had something special…that was, until he saw how you acted towards his brother.

The soft gentle smile that he’s never seen before, the sparkles in your eyes when you look at the redhead, the slightly higher pitched way you’re speaking and airy laughter. It should have all been his.

Maybe it wouldn’t have hurt as much if he didn’t realize that Diluc was visibly softer to you, it ate at him. So much so that he wanted to tear the two of you apart right when he saw it.

You notice him, “Oh hello Mr. Kaeya!” you said in a way that he normally would have relished in but today, it felt extra bitter. He left the tavern in a huff without sticking around for a drink.

“Wait! Mr. Kaeya!” Your voice called out to him. Surprised he turned around to see you straining to keep up with him. “Are you feeling okay? You don’t normally just leave the tavern like that without a drink.”

He was about to brush you off but realized something. “Oh my, it’s a bit embarrassing but my stomach started hurting something fierce. I was actually on my way home to lay down to see if that would help.” Your face scrunched with concern. “Then let me assist you home!” “Oh no, how could I?” “Please, I insist.”

A ghost of a smile quickly flashed through his face. “Well, if you insist.”

Weeks passed since your disappearance. Apparently, you left a letter to your parents saying that they had a big project at the Akademiya they wanted you to be a part of. Something felt fishy about it but your parents brushed it off considering you were an adult now and could make your own decisions. Diluc looked at your ‘letter of resignation’ with a frown before crumpling it up. Something didn’t add up.

Somewhere else, you were deep underground locked in a room. Your eyes were red from crying and your throat was sore from all the screaming you did. It felt like that man wasn’t the same Kaeya that you thought you knew. The more you tried to talk and reason with him the more it felt like your words just weren't getting through. You screamed, kicked and punched him but it seemed like nothing got through. And when you tired yourself out he carried you to the bed and snuggled you until you cried yourself to sleep.

“Nothing will stand in our way now…I feel at home when I’m with you. You’re mine.”

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[drdemonprince]

if you ever have the time and space to answer this i'd be very thankful

how can i take any let downs by friends less personal and continue giving people chances/inviting them in and being vulnerable without hurting myself/gettung hurt in the process? i'm guessing the answer is to find a balance, but are there ways to go about it easier? no matter how much i try to communicate and and manage expectations... i appreciate my friends greatly, but still i often feel let down when they cant come to things that are important to me though i understand that things can happen and theres usually reasons for not being able to make something and i am not their priority number one in a system that exhausts all of us- it just keeps happening and i don't want to grow bitter and alone but cherish the people in my life and trust they are trying their best

I think you can start by practicing being more flaky and unreliable and more reliant up on your friends' grace as well! When we feel resentful, it is often a sign that we are doing far too much, and not having our needs cared for. I used to be one of the most reliable mother fuckers around -- it was my senior superlative, actually, Most Reliable! ha! -- and I resented just about everyone for being less put together, less likely to follow through, less prone to doing what they said and saying what they'd do than me. I was a bitter little Type A overachieving cunt who considered myself superior to everyone (in part because my hyper literal Autistic ass believed that if you said you were going to do something, that meant you absolutely Had to Do It and Why Would Anybody Lie about a thing like that?)

Today I am a fuckin MESS and I am a much better person for it. I amble up just barely on time, I cancel plans, I forget things, I tell someone I can't make it even if in the most literal sense I could but I don't feel like it -- and many of my friends are tired, spent, fuzzy brained exhausted messes too! And it's fine! I have some friends that I regularly rely upon to cancel our plans because it frees up a little extra room in my schedule that I always wind up needing. I'm not mad or disappointed in them for bailing, my ass is relieved because I definitely have some shit to get to myself and probably four other people that I'm kinda letting down at the moment. It's not that any of us lack concern for one another, that's just what being a busy adult is in this day and age. We have work and creative pursuits and lots of friends and fucking and exercise and tile to regrout. Shit happens. It's not a big deal if I end up needing to see the movie solo or if we need to reschedule our breakfast date. Shit happens. I have too many actual problems to make a problem out of someone having a hangover and not being able to show up to my birthday or whatever. I missed their birthday last year, but I'll make it there this year, and maybe next time they'll make mine, too. The grace of accepting chaos washes it all away. My friends are my fellow comrades in the fuckin trenches and we each get to make one another's tours a little less miserable by understanding shit's crazy and fucked and that none of it is personal and that at the end, we still love eachother and are doing our best.

With time, may you find that kind of serenity and that ability to just keep on moving in life rather than fixating on the little slights and unpredictable things that will happen whether we fight them or not. Don't read too much into anyone's cancellation of plans or lateness or flakiness. Put your mind toward more interesting problems in your life, ones that some thinking can help solve. Easier said than done, but you'll get there. If my bitter anal retentive ass could become so sloppy and lovingly blase so can you!

[chelleztjs18]

Cupcakes For My Cupcake (E.O)

Elizabeth Olsen x Short!Fem!Reader

Pairing: Elizabeth Olsen x Fem!Reader

Summary: Everybody calls Lizzie "The Y/n whisperer" for a reason or maybe two.

Warning: None, I think. Just a little teasing about height. But mainly FLUFF.

Requested: Yes.

A/N: Hello! I'm glad to say that I finally got some requests done and this is one of them. Thank you @honey-sweet-hiraeth for helping me brainstorming and picked the title. I was dealing with ear pain and couldn't think of any title.. lol. Also, this wasn't proofread well. Anyway, happy reading! I have another Lizzie fic coming. Enjoy!

“Cut!” Anthony, one of the directors exclaimed and the filming of a part of a scene stopped instantly. All the cast who are in this scene turn their head to him. “Uh, okay, Y/n, maybe we should try to move you somewhere else. I can barely see you from any angle if you are next to Hemsworth. It looks like you are gone completely when you stand next to him.” Anthony expresses his thoughts as he crosses his arms in front of his chest. His thinking face looks so obvious.

“Aww, come on y/n. Don’t be shy and hide behind me.” The Australian actor pitches a joke in a sing-song tone. You laugh. “I wasn’t hiding, it’s just your muscles are too bulky and taking my spot here.” Everybody laughs. It was a playful sarcasm but they found it funny.

Being 5 feet tall has its own pros and cons. People always think you are adorable. It’s not hard to find clothes your size and other perks. The cons? Well, of course they are no fun. Despite being called adorable sometimes makes you feel nice if it’s in certain circumstances by certain people. You are definitely not immune to some or perhaps lots of jokes about how short you are. Families and friends casually poking fun about it and you are used to it. Sometimes you play along but sometimes you don’t. And when you don't, they never take your retorts or feisty come back personally. They all love you.

For working situations, as an actress, it hasn’t been really an obstacle for you to get a role. Surprisingly, you got some projects with Marvel. It's no secret that your height has been a little something extra for the director to figure out especially on camera angles because your friends a.k.a other marvel casts are taller than you. Sometimes the directors think you are “drowning” when you are surrounded by them

Since you joined Marvel, you have officially taken Scarlett’s title as the shortest Marvel’s cast and she is pretty much happy about it because now, she is not the target for all those height jokes anymore. You are.

Today’s filming has been a little challenging for you. If you can be honest, you are tired and the jet lag from the time difference of different filming locations doesn’t help at all. You were excited when you woke up to go to work but then your mood descended as soon as you found out that Lizzie is not scheduled for today’s filming. Your friendship with her has been very close and inseparable. She is your favorite person you met through Marvel.

“How about if she stands next to Benedict?” Joe proposes his idea. “Yeah, we can try that.” Anthony agrees.

You follow their instructions to move next to the British actor and restart the scene filming. You understand that this is about your height but this time it agitates you a little, not to them but to your own shortself. You thought the angle problem had been solved this time but you were wrong.

“Cut! No, it still doesn’t work well. How about next to Mark? No. We can’t put her next to him either because of the Hulk visual effect.” Joe mumbles her thoughts.

“Maybe we should lift her up a bit with the invisible wire, put a little visual effect so she will look a little taller.” Benedict’s heavy voice and thick accent cover another teasing comment and this time you let out a fake bitter laugh but everybody’s laughter sounds really spontaneous. “Don’t mess with a short girl, Benedict. With wires or not, I still can kick your ass.”

"Ouh, you better be careful, Benedict. Don’t piss the little one off, you won’t be able to see where shorty goes and before you know it, you’ll get your ass kicked. " Another one of the cast, Josh Brolin, adds a remark, joining in with the other joking around. This time you only patch a quick smile and reply “Okay, purple giant. I guess, thanks?” Josh laughs at your snarky response.

“Y/n, how about standing on Jer's left? I think that would be the best. Sorry, y/n.” Anthony requests and he notices how tired you look and having a mood swing but he understands and even kindly apologizes to you.

Your stomach growls but not loud enough for anybody to hear. You are starving because you didn't get the chance to have breakfast. “Yeah sure. No problem.” You agree without hesitation and move again. Then they ask you to wait for them to check the view from different angles. 

“Don’t worry, y/n. We all know that you are vertically challenged, we’ll figure out the best angle so fans will see you in this scene.” One of the camera crews pointed out more as he laughed with others and that was it. You are on your limit on being bombarded with endless height jokes.

“Well, I believe that making fun of the short girl really IS the best way to let out everyone know you are compensating for a ‘sizeably’ challenged dick.” Just like that you blew up a little and you made the air quote. “Oooohhhhh burn!” everybody reacts in unison at your reply to him.

“Dang! Y/n! Mic drop.” Anthony Mackie was genuinely surprised by your words and a few seconds after that everybody laughed along with the guy that you addressed your frustration just now.

“You know what? I’m sorry, I need a few minutes.” With that, you walk off the set to your trailer.

“Uh-oh. She is pissed.” Jeremy comments as he watches you walk away. “Of course, she is. It was like one after another of jokes you guys threw at her. Poor y/n. She’s not in the mood today.” Scarlett finally breaks her silence.

“Oh yeah, shit. How couldn’t we notice that? Lizzie’s not here today. I guess we kinda forgot the line with the jokes.” The god of thunder actor points out his realization.

“So, should we call the ‘Y’n whisperer’ to make her feel better? Lizzie has been the only one who can calm her down or cheer her up.” Mackie lets out the first solution that came up in his mind.

“It’s Lizzie’s day off, we can’t call her for that.” Chris Evans disagrees. “Well, just let her take her time a little bit. We all can take a break. It’s almost lunch time anyway.” The directors announced.

Little do everybody know, Scarlett stepped aside and reached her phone to call Lizzie but she got no answer. A minute later Lizzie walks in with her hands full. The security guards help her to bring some more stuff in.

“Hi everybody! I cooked some food for lunch. Come and get it!” She greets as she puts on the tables where the food usually is. The casts right away greet her and go to the table to have lunch together.

One by one they thank Lizzie for the food. “Where is Y/n?” It was the first question that jumped out of Lizzie’s lips as her eyes searched for her while she set the food.

“Y/n walked off the set. The boys pissed her off.” Scarlett answers quickly. “Aww, did you guys joke around about her height again?” Lizzie guessed with a knowing look.

“Not me. It was Hemsworth, Benedict, Josh and one of the camera crew, I forgot his name.” Jeremy denies and casually tells Lizzie who did it with a little laugh. “But she gave a great come back to him though. It was awesome and she was feisty!” Mackie proudly tells Lizzie about you while he scoops some food to his plate.

“And she called Josh ‘purple giant, don’t forget that’.” RDJ slips in a comment and they all laugh. “Well, she is probably tired and hungry. I made her favorite food so I’m gonna find her and talk to her.” Lizzie casually speaks and grabs one brown paper bag that was separated from others. With a smile, she walks away to find you.

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You heard a knock on your trailer door. “I’ll be on the set in a few minutes.” You subtly refuse to open the door to whoever it is behind the door.

“Y/n, it’s me. Let me in, please. I cooked your favorite food.” Oh that voice feels like rain on a desert. It soothes you and lifts up your spirit. Your favorite person comes to surprise you. You quickly opened the door and a wide smile welcomed her. “Lizzie!” You open your arms inviting her into your hug.

“Hey you, grumpy Gus. Whatcha doin here?” Lizzie jokingly greets you and hugs you tight and rubs your back then walks in. “Oh, nothing. Just need a little break.” You smile awkwardly then close your door and back to your chair.

Lizzie puts the paper bag on the table and takes a seat face to face with you. “I heard what happened.” She starts the conversation and grabs your hand tenderly. Her thumb delicately rubs the back of your hand, making your heart leap.

In a millisecond, you are not upset anymore. You feel better. “Yeah, I didn’t mean to be a bitch about it. You know me, I usually don’t mind their jokes about me being short. I was just not in the mood I guess.” You try to keep your cool in front of her while explaining to her.

“I know, y/n. You are tired and hungry. Also, you miss me aaand my cooking." She scrunches her nose and confidently shows you how well she knows you and followed by a little laugh as her sparkling green eyes look at you.

"Yes, yes and no." You tease her by your pretend disagreement that you miss her and your cooking. She was right, you miss her. That's what trigger your mood swing in the first place.

"Ooh?? Okaaay. I see how it is now. You don't miss me and my cooking? Alright then, I will go right now and take this with me." Lizzie cutely plays along with your joke and pretends that she is leaving with the bag she brought.

"No..no..no.. Wait.. wait.. I was just kidding. Yes, I miss you and your cooking.. Happy now?" You admit it in defeat and giggle as you grab her hand. She turns around. You hear her laughing and saying " Yes, I am. You know me, I love it when I'm right." She gently taps your nose with the tip of her finger followed by her adorable giggle.

"Now, where is my food?" You ask as you rub both of your palms excitedly.

"Well, it's on the table where we usually eat. Everybody is eating now but I also made this special for you." She slides the small brown paper bag to you.

"Really? Special for me?? Sweet!!" You quickly open the bag and pull out a box of it like a little kid on Christmas morning. Her warm forest green eyes are drinking the view in awe. Cherishing every second she has with you.

"Cupcakes for my cupcake." She said, her eyes sparkling with adoration and love. She always loves seeing your excitement every time she makes something for you.

"Chocolate cupcake!!" You exclaimed with an ear to ear smile.

"Uh-huh. With Scarlet Witch red frosting too. Since you like her so much." She points it out in a proud tone.

"Yes, I like her so much but I love the actress that plays her." You casually speak as your finger takes a little of the frosting and you taste it. You hum in such enjoyment with your eyes closed.

You and Lizzie are really close friends. Both of you sometimes casually express how much you love each other or compliment each other and even tease each other.

"Gosh, I love everything you cook and bake. They are always so delicious." You compliment with a satisfied sigh.

"Don't tell the others that I brought you these cupcakes because I only made them for you." She giggles. "Oh, wow. I'm that special. I'm honored, Liz."

"Of course you are." Lizzie leans and gives one quick soft kiss on your cheek before she stands up. You died a little inside with happiness for a few seconds. The feeling of her lips brushing your cheek makes your lungs forget what oxygen is.

"You are my favorite short girl, remember?" She jokingly pats your head.

"Well, special for you, you can call me short or joke about my height anytime you want. I don't mind." You voluntarily propose the idea.

She laughs louder and the sound of it makes your brain turn into a puddle. "I know, honey. Now, let's go have lunch. Everybody's waiting for us." She grabs your hand and leads you out of your trail.

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“Y/n! You are back! Come here, have lunch with us!” Scarlet welcomes you in such a thrill. “Well, look who’s back!” Jeremy gives the same excited tone as Scarlet did.

“See! I told you! Lizzie, the ‘Y/n whisperer’ ! I was right. Only Lizzie can cheer Little Miss Grumpy back and bring her here.” Pride sounds clear in Mackie’s tone.

“Hi guys! I’m back!” You greeted them with a cheerful tone, totally opposite from how you were earlier.

“Come sit here” Hemsworth’s heavy voice chimes in as he points at two empty chairs between him and Benedict. You take your seat. “Y/n, we are sorry if our jokes crossed the line.” The man with the red cloak apologizes on behalf of everybody.

“Oh no. It’s okay. I’m sorry too that I was a little over reacting.” You stated.

“A little? You were a total drama queen earlier.” Mackie blurted out playfully. You know he was joking. “Well, an adorable short drama queen.” The buff blonde man wraps his arms around your shoulders close to him in a brotherly manner. You gotta admit that what Mackie and Hemsworth said were funny.

“Okay, y/n. Here, I already prepared a plate for you from home.” The brunette lays the plate of food in front of you. You thank her and instantly take a bite of it.

"Oh my god. My favorite..So good.." another praise comes out of your lips as you eat. You even dance a little from how delicious it tastes.

"Wait, Y/n got a special prepared plate? Wow. You both need to date, seriously." The archer cast finally vocalized what everybody has been thinking.

You choke a little from the comment and grab a drink right away. You look at Lizzie, she doesn't say anything but all smiling complete with blushing cheeks.

"What–uh what did you mean?" You clear your throat nervously as you stutter with your question.

“Oh please y/n. You know what he meant. We all know you both are VERY close." Scarlett stated with a knowing smile.

"Yeah, like Mackie said, Lizzie is the only one that can cheer you up whenever you are not in the mood. Everytime Lizzie comes to the set or any event, you are the first person that she will ask or look for." RDJ adds more facts to back Scarlet up.

"Well, look at you now. Just from eating what Lizzie cooked, you are a completely different person now, all smiling and dancing. Earlier you were a feisty little woman." Chris Evans laughed out loud with his hands on his chest as soon as he finished talking.

"And, Lizzie here keeps smiling. Not saying a word says a lot about this, darling" The tall British guy takes his turn pitching in his opinion. As Lizzie sits between him and you.

You look at her, and Benedict was right. Lizzie is all smiling yet not saying even a word, you start to think if she agrees with everybody that you both need to date. Does it mean she likes you?

You have been having a crush on her for a little while now. You don't know what to do because you are worried it will change your friendship. Also, you think that there is no way the goddess of beauty herself will like you back more than as a friend.

You try your luck to find out by playing along with them and joke "Well, maybe if she'd ask me out we would be dating already." You try your best to look as if you're joking but deep down you were actually serious about it. That's actually the thought you have been thinking every time you have a "what if Lizzie.." thinking session by yourself.

"Oooohhhhh" the cast exclaimed all at once, very thrilled. “The truth has come out!” Hemsworth exclaimed as he raised his hand up as if he just won something.

Lizzie finally hinted in a subtle way the truth from her side. “Y/n, you’re already coming over for movie night, tonight. I’ll order take out and we can cuddle on the couch and call it a date.” She innocently smiles, glances at you and then takes another bite of her food.

“It’s a date!!” Mackie shouted in elation. Without a doubt, the others cheer.

Meanwhile, you marveled at what Lizzie said and how she nonchalantly addressed it. A pat she gives you on your shoulder brought you back from your daze. “You okay?” Her gaze really lifted your mood and calmed you down. It felt like a caffeine buzz and sedative at the same time.

“Y-yeah. I’m okay.” Once again, you stutter. You got a warm, fuzzy feeling.

After lunch, everybody walks back to the set and you are the last one at the table. “Well, Liz, I gotta go back to the set. Thank you for the lunch and the cupcake. I love it. You made my day.”

“You’re welcome. I’ll see you tonight for our first date.” Excitement raced through her. She glows inside. You feel drunk in happiness as you get another kiss on your cheek before you walk away.

You felt giddy and couldn't stop smiling. Tonight, you will have your first date with the woman who always has her way to your heart.

A/n: Well, that's it for today. I hope you enjoy the fluff! I'm in the mood of fluff writing, so you'll see more fluff coming. Reblog and comment are highly appreciated! Follow me for more. See you!

Cheerio!

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[princessbettina]

Turned: Walter Deville x Fem! Reader

Summary--The day after you turned / transitioned from human to vampire, Walt takes extra care and watches over you and helps you get comfortable as a new vampire.

(A/N: This is a really random story I wrote in the middle of the night because that is just what I do sometimes and I really enjoy that. I apologize if some parts in this don't make sense, I tried. Please be nice. I also apologize if there are any spelling or grammar mistakes in this.

Warnings: None- just a lot of the use of the words, 'Darling' and 'My love' )

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The day after I turned was a lot calmer than the day before, even when the turning happened. Less chaotic than the day before too. I was laying on my back in the enormously comfortable bed in my room Walt had allowed me to stay in upon my arrival a few weeks ago.

A small knock on the door was heard. Not knowing who it could be, I allowed for the person to come in.

"Come in!" I called out loud as the door squeaked open, then closed quietly a few seconds later.

"Ah Y/n, you're awake." Said Walt as he quickly glided into my room, smiling brightly as soon as his eyes met mine.

I smiled back at him as I shifted my position from laying on my back to resting gently on my elbows.

"Hi, Walt bae." I spoke softly while a giggle escaped my lips.

Walt made his way over to the bed, and sat on the edge of the bed next to me, "How are you feeling, my love?" Asked Walt, he gently rubbed my knee atop of the silk toned blankets that covered the bed.

"Much better today. However, the taste of blood still tastes bitter on my tongue." I replied, giggling again as did Walt too.

"I'm so glad to hear that. And don't worry about the blood, okay? You'll get used to it as it does take a little to adjust to it, darling." Walt smiled softly, looking into my eyes as he showed me that I truly was okay and that I was in good hands with him.

Our eyes locked onto one another for a few long seconds that caused my heart rate to increase as my breathing began to hitch for a moment.

I then nodded my head as I blushed a little after hearing his reassuring words and started to feel it by his presence in the room.

"Thank you for being so kind to me, Walt. It really helps soothe the new vampire nerves and is making the experience so much smoother than I had imagined." I spoke softly as I reached out and held his hand in mine.

With that gesture, Walt smiled and nodded as well, while rubbing the top of my hand with his thumb.

"Of course my love. But no need to thank me. I'm quite sure you would have done a marvelous job turning on your own." Said Walt, sending a wink my way which caused me to blush once more.

"You truly know just what to say to make a girl tickled pink." I smiled more, beaming with delight.

Walt chuckled softly as he nodded his head after hearing my response. "I guess you can say I'm a bit of an expert in that field."

Him and I both giggled in unison for a couple seconds more. "I think we should get on with the day now, don't you think, my love?" Questioned Walt as he then gently patted my knee while hopping off the bed, standing a few feet away from me.

I nodded in agreement as I sat up in bed, smiling up at Walt for the billionth time. "That sounds perfect. Just please let me get dressed, I can't take on the day as a new vampire in my comfy cozy pajamas."

"Take your time. I will be in my study room. The door is always open for you there." Said Walt before quickly booping my nose with his finger.

I scrunch my nose as the heat began to rise on my face while giggling a bit louder as I wasn't expecting Walt to do something cute like that.

It was adorable.

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I began to get out of my bed, slipping out of the covers as I turned my body to the side as my feet were dangling a few feet above the ground.

Once I touched the ground, I took two steps forward as I tried making my way to the closet that had my wardrobe. By the third step, both of my legs buckled from underneath me.

Feeling that happen all at once was a very strange feeling. It was like the floor had collapsed from underneath me and the only way to go was down.

I gasped as I began to fall forward. By some lucky miracle, Walt was still in the room and saw what was about to happen as he quickly lunged forward to where I was at, catching me mid fall.

I landed safely in his lap as he had a strong grip on my arms, even when we both landed on the floor.

"Please tell me that's normal new vampire side effects, Walt?" I questioned as I raised my eyebrow up at him.

Glancing down at me, Walt nodded as his beautiful smile appeared on his face once more.

"Yes, my love. I'm sorry I didn't warn you about that before. I promise this won't happen all the time."

I sighed in relief and smiled softly as I looked up at Walt more. He quickly kissed my cheek before helping me up off the ground.

"Here you are, darling. Hang onto my hands for as long as you need."

My hands remained in his as I thanked him and smiled as he smiled as well.

A few moments later, Walt guided me to the ottoman bench that was placed in front of the bed in my room.

"With you almost falling like that can only mean one or two things, my love. Either you took too much or too little of my blood from the festivities the night before, or something else I can't quite wrap my finger around." Stated Walt, thinking out loud, his index finger pointing and resting atop his chin, leaving me confused a bit as to what he was thinking about.

"Your blood sugar is low and needs to get back up again. Would you fancy a snack, my love?" Walt raised his eyebrow as he smirked my way, as I of course blushed at the sight.

I giggled to myself while quickly nodding in response to his suggestion. Suddenly, a thought puzzled my brain about this.

"Wait a second. Vampires eat snacks? I thought they only ate the flesh of their prey, let alone drink their blood too?"

Walt chuckled to himself. He glanced down at the floor for a moment. He nodded his head and pursed his lips as he glanced back up at me.

"You must have heard that in books. We vampires eat any type of food there is, which includes snacks. Our vampire ablities aren't active during the day, only at night. Hence why we seem more human to others who may visit us from time to time here at New Carfax."

I smirked and nodded after hearing his response. I was a little embarrassed because I knew my basic vampire knowledge but just wasn't sure if those facts were true and accurate in this time frame.

Walt noticed my change in emotions as he gently tickled the tip of my chin with his fingers, causing me to be tickled pink again.

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Walt had taken me into the mannor's kitchen where there he prepared a snack dish he knew I'd enjoy.

I was sitting atop one of the kitchen counters as Walt came over and revealed the dish after removing the silver steel dish cover, which was a delicious and yummy slice of vanilla cake (A/N: Vanilla is one of my favorite flavors and I know that for the story, it should be chocolate instead. Just this once let be vanilla, please and thank you haha) that was so mouthwatering that it caused me so much excitement.

"Oooh! Vanilla flavored cake, my favorite. Thank you, handsome." I grinned and winked at Walt. He smiled and then placed the plate of cake on the counter next to me as he handed me a fork.

"Anything for you, darling. Now please eat, eat." Said Walt, motioning to the cake next to me.

I simply nodded my head quickly and blushed as I felt Walt's gaze on me. As I ate the yummy cake, that helped as the delightful fullness soon filled my stomach.

Walt helped me clean up by taking away the plate and putting it in the kitchen sink, knowing that one of the maids would clean it tomorrow. When Walt waltzed back over to me, his eyes and thumb gently landed on my lips.

Using his thumb, Walt gently removed a itty bit of leftover frosting that was on my lips. My breath hitched as the blush on my face grew rapidly.

"Looks like you missed a spot, darling." Walt softly spoke as he then smirked and licked the frosting off of his finger.

"Oh goodness, sorry about that. You can't take me anywhere I guess." I flushed a little from the slight embarrassment. Walt's soothing chuckle soothed my nerves as it echoed through my ears.

"You're adorable, Y/n." Was the last thing Walt said as he began to look deep into my eyes. One hand gently resting atop of my face as his other hand rested atop my thigh.

At this point, my face was as pink as a flamingo's feather and I'm pretty sure Walt could hear my heartbeat. Getting kissed by him always made my heart feel as if it were about to jump out of my chest.

I absolutely loved it.

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All I could was smile and giggle up at Walt as our strong eye contact with each other continued.

"You're pretty cute too, Walt bae." I whispered quickly as I soon closed my eyes after feeling Walt's lips touch mine.

As the kiss deepened, I gently anchored my hands on top of his arms as his thumb stroked and rubbed my cheek.

Shortly after, Walt slowly pulled away, allowing the both of us to breathe. He smiled at me as he rubbed my thigh and knee with his hand.

"This already feels like one of the best days of my life. I'm having a great time already." I chirped as my face still glowed from blush after Walt's kiss.

Walt smiled and continued to rub my knee / thigh more. "You deserve it, darling. I wanted to take extra special care and watch over you today, since you're a brand new vampire and I think you're already a marvelous one."

I couldn't stop smiling. Each and every single word that Walt said warmed my heart so much. I know he cares and truly cares deep down inside of him and in his heart, regardless of him being a monster that is a vampire. That goes for me too.

I didn't care. I love him for him and nothing else. Deeply too. Being a vampire alongside him was a thrill to me and I loved every second of it.

Walt had helped me off of the kitchen counter and the two of us exited the kitchen and were now in the large dark hallway in the manor, walking hand in hand together.

As we kept walking further into the manor, I gasped loudly, which caused us to stop walking. I then grabbed hold of Walt's hand as he widened his eyes because he wasn't sure what was happening yet.

"Y/n? My love, are you okay?" Walt quickly questioned as he rested his hand on the base of my back, kneeling a little to my height.

I stood completely still while holding onto his hand as my mouth shot open and it was there where I felt two large and sharply pointed fangs slide into form. This caused me to smirk to myself as it was my favorite part about being a vampire.

"Oh my gosh! My fangs are here again. This is so cool." I chirped again as I glanced down at Walt and let him examine my freshly added teeth.

Seeing the sight was a relief to Walt as he nodded his head and smiled brightly at me. "They look fierce and stunning on you, my love." Said Walt as he stood up straight again, sending a wink my way as I instantly blushed and stuck out my tongue.

"Uhmm darling? Are you hungry?" Walt randomly questioned, this time hesitantly as he realized what getting a new set of vampire fangs means for a freshly new vampire.

"Now that you mention it, yes I am. And not for cake this time. When is it feeding time around here for us vampires, Walt bae?" I confidently spoke as I smirked at Walt with my fangs still out. I couldn't control this new feeling and crave of blood.

Walt sighed hesitantly as he knew that it was time for my first feed as a new vampire. He knew he wasn't in harm but who would be my prey? That caused some hesitation in him, which was rare.

Walt gently but quickly grabbed hold of my hand and led me to the grand staircase, "Come along darling, let's go find a maid for you to feed on."

With that, that was exactly what happened. My official feeding as a new vampire happened and with the help and guidance of Walt, it went as expected… in Walt's mind obviously.

Walt was proud of me and I knew it. He knew I was ready to be a full time vampire alongside him and that's just the way he liked it.

-the end!

I hope you enjoyed the read. This was fun to write. I do apologize if it was kind of random or didn't make sense at parts. That's what happens when you start writing a story after midnight. That happens a lot for me haha. Either way, I hope you all liked it.

I should also mention that I got "Walt Bae" from Nathalie in an interview where she said that was her nickname for Thomas. I thought that was too cute and couldn't help myself and include it in this story.

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[azastr]

Incandescent Love

Draco Malfoy

Description : Draco and Scorpius share the same birthday

warning : grumpy Draco , allusions of passionate night

w/c : 933

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It was a bright and sunny morning at Malfoy Manor, where the Malfoy family resided. The luxurious estate exuded an air of elegance and opulence, matching the refined taste of its inhabitants.  

Draco Malfoy, with his perfectly groomed platinum blond hair and his piercing grey eyes, sat at the kitchen table. He looked a bit grumpy as he sipped his morning tea, watching as his one-year-old son, Scorpius, energetically devoured his breakfast.  

Today was a special day—his birthday. But as he prepared to celebrate, there was a bittersweet feeling that lingered in his heart. You see, his son Scorpius also shared the same birthday, and Draco couldn't help but feel a twinge of jealousy. 

Y/n, wearing a flowing emerald green dress that accentuated her eyes, bustled around the grand dining room, making sure everything was prepared for the day's festivities. The table was adorned with exquisite decorations, and an array of delectable treats filled the air with their tempting aroma. 

As she surveyed the room, Y/n couldn't help but notice Draco's sour expression. She knew he was feeling overshadowed by Scorpius' birthday celebration, and she couldn't resist teasing him a little. 

"Draco," Y/n called out, her voice carrying a hint of mischief. "Now that we're parents, we have to prioritize our little Scorp's birthday. After all, he's turning one today! I'm sure you understand." 

Draco arched an eyebrow and set down his teacup. "What do you mean, darling? It's my birthday too," he said with a hint of annoyance. 

Y/n walked over to him, leaning against the table and placing a hand on his shoulder. "Yes, I know, ferret. But think about it. We've had so many birthdays for ourselves, and this is Scorpius's first. We should make it extra special for him. Besides, isn't it time we prioritize our little one over ourselves?" 

Draco grumbled under his breath; his irritation evident. He had always enjoyed the attention and grandeur associated with his own birthday, but now it seemed his son's celebration had taken precedence. "I understand, love," he muttered, his tone laced with annoyance. "But it doesn't mean I have to like it." 

Y/n stifled a laugh, realizing she had successfully gotten under Draco's skin. She continued her preparations with a playful gleam in her eyes, knowing she had something special planned for Draco later in the evening. 

As the day progressed, the Malfoy family gathered in the lush garden, where a carnival-like atmosphere had been created to celebrate Scorpius' birthday. There were colorful decorations, a bouncy castle, and various games and activities for the children to enjoy. Scorpius, with his striking resemblance to Draco, reveled in the attention, his grey eyes sparkling with delight. 

 Draco watched as his son laughed and played, a mixture of pride and envy swirling within him. He adored Scorpius with all his heart, but a small part of him couldn't help but feel a twinge of bitterness that his own birthday was being overshadowed. He found himself longing for the days when he was the center of attention. 

 Finally, as the night fell and the guests bid their goodbyes, Draco found himself alone with his wife. They stood in the grand foyer of Malfoy Manor, their eyes locked in a silent conversation. Draco's frustration mingled with anticipation, while Y/n wore a knowing smile. 

 Without a word, Y/n took Draco's hand and led him up the grand staircase, their footsteps echoing through the empty halls. She opened the door to their bedroom, and Draco's eyes widened as he took in the sight before him. 

 Candles flickered softly, casting a warm, golden glow throughout the room. The air was filled with the scent of roses, Draco's favorite flowers. The bed was adorned with luxurious silk sheets, inviting and enticing. 

Draco turned to Y/n, his gray eyes filled with a mixture of surprise and desire. "What is all this?" he asked, his voice barely a whisper. 

 Y/n stepped closer, her voice a seductive murmur. "Consider it your birthday present, my love. A night dedicated solely to you, where we can celebrate both your birthday and our love." 

 Draco's heart swelled with a mixture of emotions as he realized the depth of his wife's affection for him. The jealousy and grumpiness from earlier faded away, replaced by an overwhelming surge of love and desire. Before he could utter another word, Y/n’s lips crashed against his in a passionate embrace. Draco's surprise turned into pure bliss as he melted into the kiss, his hands instinctively finding their way around her waist. The world outside faded away, leaving only the two of them locked in a passionate dance of desire and affection. 

 As they broke apart, their breaths mingling, Draco's eyes were filled with a newfound appreciation and love for his wife. "You truly know how to surprise me, darling," he whispered, his voice filled with reverence. "You've made this birthday unforgettable."  

Y/n smiled, her eyes sparkling with a mixture of love and triumph. "You deserve every bit of happiness, my ferret," she murmured, her fingers delicately tracing the contours of his face. "Scorpius may have his special day, but tonight, it's all about you." 

They slowly made their way to the bed, their bodies entwined in a dance of desire and intimacy. The night was filled with whispered words of love, gentle caresses, pleasured moans and shared laughter. Draco lost himself in the pleasure of Y/n's touch, their connection growing deeper with every passing moment. 

As dawn approached, the couple lay wrapped in each other's arms, basking in the afterglow, their bodies spent but their hearts overflowing with love. Draco looked at Y/n, his eyes filled with gratitude and adoration. 

"Thank you, love," he murmured, his voice tinged with emotion. "This has been the best birthday gift I could ever ask for." 

Y/n smiled, her eyes sparkling with happiness. "I'm glad you enjoyed it, ferret. Happy birthday, my darling Draco. Here's too many more years of love and passion."    In that moment Draco realized that perhaps, despite the passing of time and the shifting of priorities, his birthday was as special as ever. And as the sun rose on a new day, he found himself grateful for the love and passion that filled his life, knowing that with Y/n and Scorpius by his side, every day was a celebration. 

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[littlelesbinonny]

The Devil's Den

Chapter 25: In Which Fates Begin to Spin Pt. 4

You can read this also on Ao3 at: https://archiveofourown.org/works/46831621/chapters/117962293

Well, you got zero sleep the rest of the night.

The aching in your back spread to the rest of your body and you ended up running a hot bath to soothe it. It was like you were in the day-after phase of a grueling work out session. Everything was sore. Tight. And your back was still stinging. It felt like rug-burn.

Luckily the soak helped alleviate much of the tension and you were able to get up and get ready for work, although, you really didn't feel like going. Maybe you were coming down with the flu? You didn't have a fever, you didn't feel congested or have a runny nose, no headache, just physically beat to hell for literally no apparent reason.

You couldn't help the feeling of anxiety crawling up from the pit of your stomach.

Maybe something was terribly wrong with Alcina.

About 30 minutes before you had to leave for work you texted your boss that you were sick. You weren't up for it today. You felt like shit, and exhausted was putting it mildly. 

Curling up in your beanbag chair you opened your balcony blinds and watched the sunrise through another hazy fog. You did notice the plate of blueberries had been picked clean and at least that put a smile on your face. Nestling down with a fuzzy pillow you let your eyes shut and allowed a doze to wash over you.

Your subconscious filled itself with thoughts of Alcina and it was partially comforting and bothersome. Being apart from her sucked. A lot. All you could really hope for was that you were actually getting sick and nothing was wrong. Still unsure why you felt this way, you tried to abandon it, but it hung on like a pesky sibling in a needful fit of attention.

The faint screams you heard before your body had its convulsions came echoing back as you tried to rest and it pushed your nerves further to the ledge. If you didn't know any better you'd say it easily could have been Alcina. Maybe... maybe it was. Were you somehow having some kind of extra sense and experiencing things she was going through? When she told you the tale of her and Madeleine it seemed to play out like a movie in your head; like you could physically see and hear and feel what she had gone through. You chalked that up to the vivid imagination that you'd always had, but now you were starting to question a whole hell of a lot more. Like, how you could physically feel emotional changes in her, as if somehow Alcina's experiences were reflecting in or off of you. 

Or, maybe you were just out of your mind and imagining all of it. 

You groaned.

-

When Karl was finally allowed into the tent, Alcina was sitting upright on the med cot draped in a grey robe that was clearly too small for her. She looked paler than he had ever seen; her cheeks were hollow, eyes dimly lit and the slate color barely hanging on. Her lush lips that were normally the shade of blood were thinner and just as pale as the rest of her. The length of her arms that protruded from the garment showed the deep dark purple scarring of the slashes she'd endured, not to mention the bruising and scrapes down the left side of her face. They looked ugly and he winced internally.

Guilt was rarely, if ever, an emotion he felt. But somehow this was gnawing at the back of his neck and it was pissing him off. 

She was slower than normal in regarding him. He assumed she must still be in a good deal of pain, but she nodded gently as he approached.

Beside her bed was a long table that was piled high with empty blood packs, one appeared newly drained and he cocked an eyebrow.

"Look's delicious," he smirked.

While she was lacking in energy, her retorts were swift.

"If I have to drink one more cold bag of blood I might just eat you instead - though I'm convinced that would actually poison and kill me."

Karl grinned, "that would be completely accurate. I'm basically junk food, but also bitter, rancid, probably a little bit of a lot rotten and not for the weak - however," he saved himself quickly, "I had a feeling you could use a real meal."

Alcina watched with a tilt in her head as he handed her a thermos.

"Don't ask where I got it. Just drink it."

Sable was eying the both of them with pure curiosity at their exchange, and more or less what was in the bottle while she cleaned and tidied Alcina's area.

Without questioning, Alcina unscrewed the black lid and sniffed. It was hot blood.

She sighed with pure delight and began to drink it greedily. She didn't care to ask how or where he got it, she was exceptionally grateful just to have some blood that didn't taste like rusted nails found in a riverbed. It was no substitute for yours, nothing ever would be, but it was nourishing enough and the majority of her pain slowly trickled away.

"Thank you," she said softly, eyes closed and her head tilted back, "I'll keep you off the dinner menu."

Karl tried not to stare at how ragged she looked, so he quickly recovered and began scratching his chin.

"How ya feelin'?" he asked abruptly.

Taking in slow and careful breath, Alcina eyed him tiredly, "like shit."

Well, at least she was honest.

"Hey, you should see the other guy," he grinned, "he's like dead and stuff."

Alcina smiled.

  After a bit more conversation, and since it had been mentioned, Alcina requested to be taken to the tent where her deceased assailant was being examined. She wanted to look at the fucker herself, she had many questions she wanted answered. Though, there was no way she could go dressed like this.

Sable sent Gabe for some of their reserve gear. He returned not too long after with a black tactical jacket and a pair of beige pants that were baggy but a little bit short for her long legs. Oh well.

Karl didn't really stifle his snicker as she made her way slowly out of the medical tent. He so desperately wanted to make a quip at how quickly she had downgraded her class after just one short night in the company of lycans, but she threw him a warning glare. Her returning fire gave him great relief; she was getting better and she would make it through this like the warrior he knew.

Gerard and Mateo had returned, in tow was Mitch, whom she was pleasantly happy to see. He was mending quickly. 

Without much more delay, she, Karl, Sable, Mitch, Mateo and Gerard all took a little visit to the coroner's tent.

"Why is his head smashed in - how did it get smashed in?"

Karl didn't look at anybody, just stood there with his hands in his pockets and a blank expression on his face.

"Methinks it had to be a really big hammer, or something," Mitch replied smugly, thumbing his bristly chin.

Alcina looked to Karl in the deafening silence and after accepting no one was going to say anything, she raised her eyebrows at him, "was that truly necessary? Wasn't he dead already?"

He shrugged nonchalantly seemingly bored with the subject, "nothing wrong with making sure."

Mitch winked at Alcina when their eyes met, the smugness only growing stronger in his grin.

"Aside from that - " she stopped shortly and hissed; her quick movement towards the large containment bin his body was in caused a sharp discomfort all through her back.

Karl was reaching for her immediately but she put her hand up as she closed her eyes and breathed herself back to normalcy.

"I'm fine... now... aside from that, what more do we know?"

Joel, the examiner and rightfully one of their most intelligent scientists, huffed, "well, that's about it." 

It was easy to tell by his mannerisms he was just as curious but annoyed by the matter as everyone else. 

"As I said he's definitely a vampire, but he's mutated. I still don't know with what or how. It seems parasitic in nature; his body was still quite functional even after there was no way for it to be. A bashed in skull really doesn't adhere to having a reactive nature in the way of his - nerve damage can cause such effects, sure, but his body actually reacted independently of each test. When I was slicing off skin samples from his hand, it jerked away as if it was in pain. He's clearly dead. There should be no reaction as such. It wasn't until several hours postmortem that he actually stopped having any movement at all, and that leads me to believe he's infected with something. Coming to that conclusion, that's why his body is now contained the way it is. And no, I don't believe it is contagious but I want to make sure if something exists that body, it's contained."

Karl walked closer to the bin and toed it with his boot. He really wanted to kick it, but he kept his cool.

"Huh... an infected mutated vampire. Can we kill it with fire?"

Joel smirked, "well yeah, you can pretty much kill anything with fire, but from what I've heard of these heathens they're damn near impossible to catch."

Alcina mused on the sight of the vampire lying there, recalling how sporadic but effectively chaotic his increased speed was. 

"Do you have any assumptions on the weakness of this... thing? Preferably without hand to hand combat?" she asked looking back at him.

"From the damage done that you inflicted, before the head smashing, and his ability to still travel as far as he did before he died tells me this mutation has either drastically altered either his ability to feel pain, given him a complete lack of awareness of pain, or has simply made him psychotic. That would be the only real explanation for him to withstand such an attack and survive as long as he did. Examining the healing rate of the wounds tells me he's no real different than the rest of us, just utterly blind to his own limitations."

"So buddy boy here's infected with meth parasites - exciting. Well that's certainly not super helpful," Karl grumbled, "so we got a pack of psychotic mutated vampires on the loose who can't be tracked or caught because of their absence of smell and stupid fast ability to move. What the fuck are we supposed to do with that, play the Texas Chainsaw Massacre version of Where's Waldo?"

"Do we know how many more are out there?" Alcina interjected rolling her eyes.

"Not a goddamn clue," came another voice from the entrance of the tent.

Sylvia had stepped in with another guard and approached the group with a sour look on her face.

"I've got men stationed in droves around the cave. It's been silent tonight for the time being but I don't trust anything. There's no way this motherfucker was able to attack as many of my soldiers as he did in separate places even with his super mutant speed. Doesn't add up. There's gotta be more, but where is the million dollar question."

Everyone paused and mulled on the situation before Alcina stiffly straightened her posture and ran a shaky hand through her raven hair.

"After we finish here I will contact my people and get troops mobilized immediately to aid you. I would still like to keep this as quiet as possible for the time being; the less chaos we can avoid internally will greatly aid our efforts outside the underground cities to hopefully neutralize this threat before it becomes worse. Sylvia, please get me a list of supplies my military can bring."

The lycan general folded her hands behind her back and nodded at Alcina, then nodding in the direction of the tent entrance to the soldier behind her which immediately set off.

"What can we do for you in the meantime, Lady Dimitrescu?"

Alcina waved her off gently, "nothing. Your exemplary medical officers have gone above and beyond with my care and I am grateful for their expertise," she regarded Sable who smiled in return, "once my soldiers arrive I trust you and my general, Dmitri, will get things in order..." 

She paused as the overwhelming feeling of uselessness drenched her psyche. In any other situation she would be side by side with her soldiers in planning and executing any kind of military plan, but in her current state she was a liability and it made her cringe. Alcina hated being left on the sidelines, she'd never been this helpless before as a vampire. Her wounds should be healed by now goddammit.

Clearing her throat she once more tried to straighten her posture to brush off her pain and dismay, "when I am more able, I will be back in the trenches with you."

Karl was no dummy. He could tell she was running herself down internally for not being the active commander she felt she should in this. He couldn't let it go noticed.

"Well look, I dunno about the rest of you but I'm fuckin' tired of being around this dead, some kind of infected bag of flesh; can we please get onto more important things? Like, when and what the fuck are we eatin'?"

A breath of relief eased from her tight chest and Alcina let the lycans lead the way out of the tent. 

Sable was at her side and eyed her in the dimly lit night, "I know you're in hurry to get back to the warehouse but I'd like to apply more betadine to your back before you go."

Very few times in Alcina's life had she had to rely on other people for so much help. Unfortunately, she'd known long endured and intense pain for more than most when she was human. She'd gone for so long without real unmanageable pain as a vampire that this was playing mind games with her. Even at the worst of the lycan vampire wars, wounds she sustained were fast healing, and the physical discomfort was minimal through her vampire strengths. This... this took her back to the days she was bedridden by utter exhaustion and agony she couldn't wait to be freed from. She hated it. This wasn't normal. There was more to these wounds than met the eye and she hoped Joel's tests would bring back proof of whatever it may be.

Sable had to help Alcina undress, she couldn't move her arms in a way that didn't stretch the stapled, stitched skin that covered the majority of her back. 

Wincing as she lie face down on the cot, Alcina sighed and closed her eyes.

"I'm seeing improvement, Lady Dimitrescu. This is good. I think you'll need to stick with the increased blood intake for a while, at least a couple more days to continue the healing. I may even be able to remove some of these stitches by tomorrow."

The coolness of the betadine didn't hurt as much thankfully, and Alcina couldn't help but wonder how bad it truly was.

"What... what does it look like?" she asked, feeling a little sheepish.

"I can show you, if you like."

Alcina nodded at her offer and Sable took out her cell phone. Not 5 second later the screen was in front of her face with the picture that she now wished she hadn't asked for.

She may as well tell people she'd gotten in a tangle with a bear; the stapled and stitched gashes were thick enough. The coloring ranged from the deepest purple to bright red, blue, and some yellow-green where the blood had spread out under her skin. 

"Sable?" she said very gently, "if I ever ask you something like this again, remind me about right now."

She'd already placed her phone back in her pocket and smiled.

"I don't think there will be a next time, we'll be on top of this in no time, but I'll keep that in mind. You should have seen them the night it happened... you looked 1000 times worse."

~

Sitting most gingerly and uncomfortable on the ragged couch in the warehouse common room, Alcina stared out into nothingness as her thoughts had been set loose off its chains.

Donna couldn't reach Mother Miranda.

She'd been trying for 2 days and nights now and nothing.

Miranda had several residences all over the world and each phone call ended in silence. A message left. And no reply.

Donna wanted to send a team to her manor in Connecticut not too far from where they were stationed currently, but Alcina halted the action by the feral reaction in her gut. No. They would wait. Miranda was known to travel frequently, though her silence on her departure was less than common, it did not make it entirely unusual. 

Alcina heeded Donna's worry of the mutants getting to her first, but it was highly unlikely. If they had made an attack on Mother Miranda the entire city would have been made aware and the military would have been deployed faster than they could blink. No, there must be another reason to her unknown silence. She couldn't really say if she was relieved or not by this news, but for now it would just have to wait. 

Perhaps deep down, hidden and hushed, Alcina secretly hoped Donna's fears were true... so many troubles would be over if it came to pass that she had been slain. She knew it was a far-fetched prayer, but she wouldn't write off her hopes.

Donna was unconvinced Alcina should be held up in the warehouse and should come home. It may be better fortified than the lycan outpost, but with her condition she was adamant she come back to the underground city for further treatment by their doctors and where there was a larger blood supply. Alcina denied the request. In truth, she was exhausted. She didn't think she could make the journey without burdening her company for help. Just because she was weak didn't mean she should show it. She was the Matriarch; the title came with standards she had to meet at any length possible... being weak was not an option, not in the middle of something like this.

With a heavy sigh she closed her eyes and hung her head. What she wouldn't give to be safe and sound in your arms, tucked into your couch, enjoying the shared comfortable silence and calm. 

A small smile began to spread on her lips and Alcina took a different kind of sigh. 

She missed you. 

Badly. 

She hoped you were doing well, that work hadn't driven you crazy, that you were resting and taking care of yourself while she was away. That you were safe. 

A muffled commotion coming from the tunnel entrance brought her attention back to the here and now and she rose from the couch. After several hitches, winces, whines, and curses under her breath, Alcina was standing tall by the time her troops entered. 

"My Lady," Dmitri's voice echoed proudly against the empty warehouse walls upon seeing her.

Dmitri Vladislav Shurshalin was a large, towering man. His shoulder length silver hair complimented his chiseled bold features with a softness, even as striking as it was. His eyes were a deep dark chestnut, which made his appeal all the more unnerving. Alcina and he had met on the battlefield in the beginning; he was the leader of the Iron Blood Clan that had migrated from Europe long before her time. He had been in league with Mother Miranda but he had never pledged his full services to her. When he and Alcina's troops had fought together, their cohesion and battle tactics seemed to flow like meeting rivers. And when Alcina had been named Matriarch, Dmitri was the first to pledge his whole allegiance and alliance to her. Appointing him her military general was enacted immediately. They lead the vampires to victory on every mission; including the alliances made with the lycans at the end of the wars.

He approached her with the same sturdy reverence as he always had, handing her a bag she recognized as her own.

"This, is from your daughters. It does not match my outfit but they were insistent I bring it myself," he grinned, speaking low with the lilt of his Russian accent, "and in the large containers you see coming in behind me, is our blood supply... I realize the lycans taste and ours varies quite drastically... Donna informs me you will be needing it."

Alcina ignored the respectful once-over of his glances. He stood at her height which was an unusual event of itself, but made it easier for her to gauge all his facial responses.

She sighed softly and looked at him with a nod, "ever the attentive right hand - she does her job well, for that I am grateful. Come, we must speak, privately."

"As you wish, My Lady," he nodded shortly at his men who were busy setting aside the large quantities of cargo, and followed the slower moving Matriarch to the second level of the warehouse.

Once to the table at the far East corner, he pulled the folding chair out for Alcina allowing her to sit first, then taking residence across from her.

"Donna has briefed you, yes?"

"Yes."

"I am wary as hell about this cave. The lycans are reckless about it but do not let them enter that godforsaken thing without proper backup. Sylvia seems level-headed but I have no idea how Heisenberg will continue to behave. You have always held a high rapport with them and I hope it holds through this high-stakes situation. The lycans are... gnashing, for lack of a better word, for revenge on these mutated vampires."

"Still no solid numbers as to how many?"

"No," she huffed, "that is my other concern... they are..." flashes of memories of her attack sped through her, "without a doubt the most deadly force I have come across. I've seen what they can do, I've experienced what they can do, and... " she leaned in carefully, "I fear our own strengths in this fight."

#alcina dimitrescu #alcina dimitrescu/female reader #alcina dimitrescu/original female character #alcina dimitrescu/reader #lesbian #f/f #fanfic #wlw #fic #karl heisenberg #donna beneviento

[jaggededges123]

Hi! I just saw your prompt game, and I would like to ask for injury + Niecest, if it's okay 👉👈 your works are always so amazing 💕

of course it's okay :D thank you very much for asking for them! (and thank you 🥺💖 very kind of you)

(the rest is under the cut, it got a wee bit longer than i thought it would XD <3)

Nie Mingjue was no stranger to injury or pain. One could even say that he shared a close camaraderie with them both, first in his training as a boy and then during the war after he'd become a man, and even now still that it was all over and he was home. He'd been scuffed, cut, and bruised more times than he could count or even remember.

And yet, his didi treated them all as unique and meaningful events, no matter how large or small.

"Huaisang," Nie Mingjue groaned, throwing his head back. "It's not such a wound to fuss over. Leave me be; I'm busy."

Nie Huaisang spread the medicinal poultice over the nick in his thumb torturously slowly, as if he were punishing Nie Mingjue for his complaints. He looked up from where he was sitting on the floor next to Nie Mingjue's bed, and he blinked languidly, like he hadn't a single thought in his head.

Nie Mingjue knew better. Nie Huaisang had many thoughts in his head, and right now all of them were about how to best torment his poor da-ge, so that he couldn't get back to the letters that they needed to send off that day in regards to this year's cultivation conference.

"Da-ge, if you don't stop squirming, I might need to do it over." He smiled beatifically, but Nie Mingjue scowled. "Hm, I don't know, what do you think?"

"I think," Nie Mingjue said, trying for stern and trying not to laugh at all, "that you've already taken care of the problem. If you don't want to get some extra saber training, let me go."

"Da-ge!" Nie Huaisang sounded more scandalized at this than at the last conference in Lotus Pier where Wei Wuxian had, in either a fit of playfulness or demonic rage, shoved Nie Huaisang off one of the docks and into the water. "You can't have forgotten. There's still one more step I have to perform, otherwise you'll never heal properly."

Nie Mingjue raised an eyebrow, though he had a small inkling of what was to come. "Oh?"

Nie Huaisang raised Nie Mingjue's big, scarred hand right to his lips, then laid them over the injury. The kiss was light and tender, and Nie Mingjue's chest warmed despite his grouching.

"There! Now you're sure to heal well." As if it weren't a tiny little cut... And then, a moment later, Nie Huaisang's face twisted. "Blegh. Bitter."

At that, Nie Mingjue huffed out a real laugh. "Fine, fine, fine. I'll heal properly and everything. May I be excused from my own quarters, didi?"

Nie Huaisang nodded solemnly as he used one delicate finger to wipe away the poultice residue from his lower lip. "I'll just stay here--can't I, Da-ge? It's more work if I have to sneak back in here in the evening."

Despite himself, Nie Mingjue was feeling a little tender toward his childish, refreshing didi who would treat his smallest wound as an actual event, no matter how inconvenient it was. Nie Mingjue showed a rare smile.

"That's your choice, Huaisang. If you want to stay, then you can today. I'll be back later."

With a light heart, Nie Mingjue stood once again, stroked Nie Huaisang's soft head of hair, and went to go finish those letters he still had to send.

#niecest #nie mingjue #nie huaisang #mdzs/cql #thank you so much again for prompting me 🥺💖 #this was really fun <3 #break glass in case of self loathing

[roxannarambles]

teal mask fixit-fic on the fly part 3

(Current story so far: Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4)

All of your friends were chattering, excited about dressing up and going to a local festival tonight that one of the Blueberry students had very shyly invited you all to. When you'd arrived at his home, he even loaned you all some Jinbei, their traditional garb; it was made of a silky, luxurious fabric and made the evening feel very special. Your Jinbei was a lush purple; Nemona's was a cheerful orange; Penny's was a rich crimson, and Arven's was a forest green. The young boy who had invited you all, Kieran, had yellow, and his older sister, Carmine, had a dark blue.

Kieran's grandparents were so welcoming and sweet. They seemed positively thrilled when their grandson had returned with so many new friends in tow. They took you all into their home as if you were their own grandchildren. The grandmother even spent extra time helping you and Nemona fix your hair up into an elegant side-bun, and the two of you gushed at each other at how amazing you both looked. (Penny's hair was too short for the style, but you suspected that was a relief for her; she already looked supremely embarassed and uncomfortable in the outfit as it was. When the grandmother gave her a pretty wrap to use in her hair instead, though, and you and Nemona told her how nice it looked, she smiled and blushed.) In the background, Carmine had been scowling and grumbling quietly, but it didn't surprise you. When you had arrived here earlier today, the first thing she did when she met you was chew you out and then challenge you to battle. Apparently she had felt she had something to prove. When she'd lost, she had remained bitter towards you. It seemed she wasn't too keen on any of the Naranja students here.

After you'd all finished dressing up, you headed to the shed to gather up the festival masks. It was the most important part of the costume, apparently; the festival was named the Festival of Masks, after all. When the Blueberry siblings had located the box of masks, you'd all gathered round and selected from them; you grabbed one that was pink had a beak. However, there was a problem; it seemed the box was short a mask for the group. Arven had ended up without one.

When Kieran offered to give his mask to Arven instead, though, his sister adamantly refused to let him, insisting it was "first come first serve." The siblings began to bicker, and in order to avoid an awkward situation, Arven spoke up.

"Hey, it's okay. I don't need a mask, it's fine."

The young boy Kieran brushed aside a long lock of dark hair in his face and quietly protested, "B-but, you're our guest, and I-I . . ."

His sister placed a protective hand on his shoulder and said,

"No way, Kiki. You love that dumb ogre mask, anyway, you don't need to give it up for anyone."

The boy trailed off, his eyes sad. Arven stepped a little closer to him and smiled, saying,

"Hey, cheer up, little bud! I'm a tough guy, I don't need a scary mask to keep me safe! I'm scary enough without the mask. Right guys?"

You and Nemona laughed. Penny rolled her eyes and said,

"Suuuuure."

After that, the group walked to the festival. Carmine had led the way, telling you all about the festival's traditions, bragging about how exciting and meaningful it was. Kieran and Arven had trailed a little further behind the group than the rest. While Nemona questioned Carmine about some game called 'Ogre Ousting,' the boys carried on a quiet conversation.

"Hey. Thanks again for offering your mask to me. I really am fine without one, so no worries, but, just wanted to say, I still appreciated you trying to include me."

The Blueberry Academy student nodded shyly and glanced away.

"S-sure . . . I, um, I know what it's like to be left out of things."

Arven frowned. He seemed to study the mask the boy currently had stuck to his head. It had a wide, toothy grin, yellow fangs and horns, a face surrounded by leaves.

"So this ogre guy, from the story. Isn't he the villian? I'm just wondering why you like him enough to wear his mask. Or maybe it's just fun the play the bad guy, huh?"

Kieran shook his head slowly.

"I-I . . . I don't think he's as bad as people make him out to be. I'm sure he's really strong, but . . . I never felt like he was evil when I heard the stories. Maybe just . . . lonely."

Arven raised a brow.

"Lonely?"

Kieran said,

"Yeah! He lives up there on the mountain top, all alone in his cramped little den. Everyone in the village is scared of him, so there's nobody for him to talk to. I think if it was me, I'd be a little cranky too."

Arven remained silent for a while, his expression strangely tense. Eventually, Kieran looked up at him, curious over his silence. Arven quickly smiled at him.

"Well, I tell ya what-- if I do happen to run into this ogre guy of yours, I promise I won't scream and run away like everyone else does."

The boy looked at him with wide, yellow eyes.

"You won't?"

Arven nodded, grinning.

"Nope. I'll try to talk to him. Even if he's a bit cranky. Everyone deserves a chance at making some friends, right?"

Kieran smiled, gratitude and awe reflected on his face.

"Yeah!"

He hesitated, then. He added,

"What if . . . um, what if the ogre doesn't feel like talking, though?"

Arven shrugged.

"Ehh, I guess then I'll . . . well, maybe I'll invite him to a quiet picnic."

"A picnic?"

"Yeah. I always feel less cranky after I've had somethin' to eat. And once somone's had a bite of one of my amazing, perfect sandwiches, they always wanna be buds with me!"

Kieran laughed a little, and you could see in his eyes that his heart looked a little lighter. Arven replied,

"What? I'm being serious!"

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[babeczka415]

Bitter - oneshot

Four year…. Four years its been since Hannah was found.

Jake and I were madly in love, i had heard he was going to propose. However, we both after three years realized we weren't going to work. Did it hurt? You bet but it was a mutual feeling and no hurt feelings.

Today we are all at Hannah's and Thomas place. They are having a baby shower for their second child, which is a little girl. it's been three months since Jake and I ended things. He's here with a new girl and it brings up emotions I didn't think it would. It's almost like when your out and want coke and all they have is Pepsi, or when your on the outside of an inside joke.

Everyone seems to like her but I can't bring myself to go up to them. She's gorgeous and calm but I notice Jakes hand on her lower back. 

I'm sitting at the table outside with a drink of whiskey and coke. I look over their backyard and remember the first time we were all here. The yard backs up tocthe forest and theres two big oak trees perfect for shade and fun. The porch is huge with a table and chairs and extra sitting. This is perfect for the gang to grow as couples with all the future kids.

I notice one of the chairs next to me move out and I see Dan. "You okay boo?" He asks, looking at me. His brown eyes are soft and I know he's worried.

"I'll manage" I say as I down my drink. I swirl around the ice in my glass as I look at it.

"You have every right to miss him, MC. I know how much you loved that man." He softly says so noone else can hear this conversation.

"We ended things mutual. I can't even say it hurts. He's a catch, for certain. But seeing him bring someone here, I'm bitter." I bit the inside of my cheek regreting what I said as I look up and see him and her standing across the table. He's staring right at me and she's looking at him. My heart breaks as thaf use to be me at his side.

I push my chair back and head inside without saying anything to him. Dan grabs my arm "stay" he states trying to get me to meet her.

"I need a refill," i can't even bring myself to look at Jake again. I know he heard what I said and she probably did too.

As I walk away i hear him say to Dan "i just want them to meet."

"Give her time, hackerman. A wound was reopened." I hear Jake sigh. 

I know he just wants things to be good between us but it's too soon in my mind for him to bring someone new to this. I know his heart and he doesn't seem to love her.d

I bite my lip as I reach for the door to head inside and a hear a voice. "I'm coming for a drink too" she states.

It's not a voice I recognize and I turn and see her. I sigh as I have to bit my tounge if she wants to talk, specially about Jake. I hold the door and as she grabs it I bolt into the kitchen. I pour myself a shot and down it and then put some in my cup.

"Hi, Im Amber." She grabs two cans of coke and hands it to me.

"Hi, I'm MC." I grab it and open it.

"Wow! Your prettier in person then I imagined" she states.

She's gorgeous, dirty blonde hair and green eyes. Shes tiny though, what most people expected Jake to be with when he would introduce me to people. "Thanks" i say with a fake smile.

"You know, everyone tells me you and Jake dated. Is thst true?" She's blunt and wants an answer.

"Yeah, three years. You have nothing to worry about though, Amber," as I say her name I look to make sure I said the right name. She doesn't even look at me.

"Honestly, I'm always worried about the ex when they are still around" she softly smiles.

I sigh "we ended, i guess you can say on good terms."

"Then why not talk to him or me until now?"

I take a drink and as I look up I see Jake standing in the door way. "Yeah why you ignoring me?" His voice sends chills down my spine.

This was a question I wasn't prepared for and I can't answer it without telling the truth. It isn't right for me to break them up. "I haven't been very social in general today" i go to walk past Jake bit he grabs my wrist and looks in my eyes. 

The look, I know all to well. He knows me too well to know that there is more. "Amber, can you give us a bit to talk" his eyes don't move from mine.

She walks past me and he grabs her and kisses her without letting me go. I turn my head bit not before I notice him kissing her but looking at me. I know he's trying to make a point and fuck does it hurt.

Amber walks away back outside to everyone and he pulls me into the guest bedroom. This room is simple but Hannah made sure cozy. The bed is in the center and theres a dresser and desk with a wooden chair and a tan pillow and a soft blanket on the back.

"One rule with us has always been no bullshit MC so don't start now." He grabs my chin to look at him. As I look into his eyes the walls inside just break down with him alone.

"Hearing about your new life and a brand new you.I heard you got a new job but I heard you moved.  I don't wanna hear it, don't wanna hear about you. I don't give a fuck but yet I do." I raise my voice as I pull away from him and turn my back. I feel the tears forming and I can't let him see me like this. He's here with her. She's the one that he's leaving with and going home with.

"Then you tell them you don't want to hear it. You tell me how your feeling when I'm around." His voice raises as I know hes trying to keep control.

"IM BITTER!" I yell turning around and he's right behind me. His cobalt blue eyes staring back at me. He doesn't say or do anything. I see his jaw clench at that. 

"I know she thinkin' now she found herself a winner.I know you fucked her on the counter right before you cooked her dinner, yeah.  That you threw out all our furniture and pictures. I bet you sugarcoat the truth, I bet you're real sweet with her, yeah. I know you think about me when you kiss her. I left a taste in your mouth, can she taste me now? I'm bitter." I state holding my ground.

He steps away and runs his fingers through his jet black hair. His eyes close and he sighs. "MC, we both agreed we weren't good for eachother. We didn't hurt eachother when we left so why? Why now?"

I feel the tears in my eyes. "Maybe…." I stop. I never was one to break apart a couple and I won't do it now. "Just forget it" i state going to leave but he steps between me and the door.

"No say it." His voice is stern as he grabs my wrist. I look at his hsnd on my wrist and I freeze. My mind goes back to when we ended things and he tried to change my mind.

I look up at him and i lose all control of my mind. "I thought maybe we would take a break and return to each other." I turn around and cover my mouth.

I feel his hand on my right bicep. "Your the one to say for us to start seeing other people." His voice is soft now.

"I just…" theres a knock on the door and it opens. It's Amber and Hannah standing in the doorway.

Hannah instantly knows whats happening by my tears but I just bolt through them and outside from some fresh air.

I turn around as I hear the door swing open and see Jake running but Dan stops him. I can't hear what is being said but by Jakes face I have a feeling. I hear Jake say 'we need to finish our conversation'

He turns and walks away and Dan stands there watching me. Amber is completely unphased by what she walked into and clings to Jake but he pushes her away. I know what's happening. I know that man all too well not too. He doesn't truly love her, he's just trying to fill the hole we both have.

She stands there and looks at me but I look away. Im staring off into the words when theres a gentle tap on my shoulder. I look up to see Thomas with a drink and he hands it to me. I take it and drink it, i smile softly as Dan made it for me.

The rest of the time I stay away from Jake and Amber. Which is hard as she grew a liking to Jessy and Dan.

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It's been six months since the baby shower. Hannah and Thomas had their little girl, named April Rose. They had asked me to be a guardian for her and I gladly accepting knowing that meant I was staying apart of Jake's life.

It was hard at first seeing him and Amber so much but i came to terms that he was happy. He at least acted like it, up until recently. He had started spending more time away from her and with me and April as I would be watching her a lot.

I had the night off from everything and was curled up on the couch watching some random TV. Amber and I had grown somewhat close, she didn't see me as a threat anymore with Jake. However, she didn't see how he was with me when we were we are alone. It feels like old times and its breaking my heart. I refuse to be the reason they break up but I see it in his face when he looks at me and at her. I keep telling myself no but my heart keeps getting pulled back to him.

I hear the doorbell ring and I wasn't expecting it so I check the camera. I see Jake standing there with flowers and what looks like a bag of takeout. I sigh, knowing I'm going to have to break our hearts. I get up and open the door. The smile he has melts my heart and I let him in. He closes the door and looks at me.

"You should be home with Amber," I state, trying to keep my distance from him.

"I can't keep this up anymore. I miss you, MC." His soft voice makes me weak as he stares into my eyes.

He steps closer to me and I back up until I'm at the wall but he doesn't stop until he's right against me. His scent is one I had bought from him and I hadn't been smelling it on him when we hang out to watch the kids or even when we have game night with everyone, including Amber. The mint with a tropical scent drives me crazy. I smell the hint of orange, lemon, apples, tonks beams, amber, a woodys vanilla, and moss. I also smell the leather from his jacket and oh the memories. 

This cologne is one I had picked up for special nights between us. It's one I would spray on his hoodie and curl up on the couch with when he had to work late. It's one that when we ended things drove me crazy because I smelt it on all my clothes for weeks.

I close my eyes, not wanting to be the reason they break up. Amber had confided in me that she thinks there is someone else but I shut down those feelings of hers. I couldn't let her know he's been trying to win me back. I had gone on a couple dates but everytime Jake somehow manages to get between us. I hate the control he has over me but I can't help it. Not after what I said at the baby shower. I feel his hot breath on my skin. I feel his body heat between us.

I open my eyes and his mouth is inches from mine. "Jake you're with Amber. I refuse to let you cheat on her." My heart breaks as the words comes out of my mouth.

He steps back and pulls out his phone and sends a text. Before I can stop him he sends it and puts it back into his pocket. He pins me against the wall again "there now I'm not."

"Jacob Evans! You will not break a girls heart over text" I push him away. I hear my phone go off with an incoming call from Amber.

I pick it up and answer before he can stop me. "Hey Amber, whats up?" I state glaring at Jake.

I hear the tears in her voice as she's unable to speak. "What did he do?" I ask walk away from him. I know what happened but she can't know.

"He ended us in a fucking text! He said he loves someone else and he wants to win her heart." She manages to get out.

"Let me deal with him okay?" You just grab that icecream and a movie. I have a guy I've been seeing over tonight and tomorrow we will deal with him. Okay, sweetie?" I feel Jakes arms wrap around my waist as I'm trying to calm her down.

"Oh god I didn't realize you were seeing someone." She exclaims.

"Hey it's okay, I didn't tell anyone. I didn't want to jinx it." I sigh. She can't know I'm with him. "But we will talk over coffee tomorrow. And I will knock some sense into his head." I smile into the phone.

"You always know how to fix things with Jake. I seriously don't see why he walked away from you." Her voice is soft with that last bit but I heard it.

"Bye Amber" I state, hanging up the phone and putting it down on the counter.

"Don't fight us, this anymore. We were meant for eachother." His words in my ear as he pulls me closer to him.

I can't look at him but I feel his breath on my neck. His finger are playing with my shirt hem and he knows he's breaking down my walls. I pull away from him and grab another drink, this time whiskey. "We both said we weren't good for eachother." I manage to get out as he stays where he was but grabs my hand.

He hold my hand with my back towards him for a moment. He spins me around so I'm facing him. The look in his eyes is pure love. It's like when we first met. "Damn it MC! What do I need to do to prove to you that I can't live another day without you by my side?"

His voice and words hit me like a ton of bricks. I realize in that moment he never stopped loving me. "You call Amber right now and you tell her the truth. You tell her everything. You don't get to break her heart over text and not hear her cry." I state crossing my arms.

He tilts his head and grabs his phone and pulls it out. He puts it on speaker as he calls her. She answers and you can hear the tears in her voice.

She doesn't say anything and neither does he until I motion for him too. "Amber, I'm sorry for how I ended things. You need to know something though." His words sting as I know she will hate me for this.

"Well spit it out, I can't hate you anymore. Even MC knows what you did already," you can hear her wiping tears away.

"I still am in…." He stops mid sentence and I know he's struggling.

"Still what?" She asks.

"Love with MC. I thought I could move on but I was wrong." His head hangs low.

"Are you with her right now? Have you been with her since you sent that text?" He doesnt answer her. He knows what he did was wrong.

I tap his arm and he shakes his head no as he goes to hang up but I grab his phone. "I'm sorry Amber. I had no idea he was going to do this tonight." I say shakily into the phone. All of a sudden the call ended and I put the phone down. I slide down to the floor and realize I'm officially a homewrecker.

He grabs us both a drink of whiskey and hands it down to me. "I'm sorry, MC" his voice is soft.

"How long? How damn long have you been trying to fight us?" I look up at me.

"Eight months. I thought in the start that's what you wanted so I found her. I really thought I loved her, until you spilled your guts to me." I hear the tears in his voice.

"Jake, you could of said something then," I hear the frustration in my voice towards him.

"I fucking tried, MC, Dan stopped me. I told him I still loved you then. His words 'both your wounds have been open give her space' then you kept your distance." He kneels down in front of me and cups my face to look at him.

Without any thought I lean in and our lips meet. I feel the passion as he kisses me back and those walls left standing just crumble down. My hands grab his biceps as I pull myself closer to him, not wanting to believe this but not wanting to let him go.

He finally pulls away from the kiss and leans his forehead against mine as we both our out of breath. "I thought we couldn't work this out. I thought…" I say stopping mid sentence as I look into those blue eyes.

His smile drives me crazy as he looks at me. "Thought what?" His voice is filled with lust and love.

"When we started falling apart it was over and no fixing it." I sigh.

"We can always fix our problems. Its us against the world." His voice sends chills down my spine but I can't stop looking into the blue eyes. "Let's eat though I went to our favorite Chinese place."

My face must of light up like a kid in a candy store as he says that. He stands up and reaches his hand out for me.

We both decided in that night of Chinese, cuddles, and movies to let our hearts be whole again with eachother.

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