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sorrowfulrosebud · 6 months

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The soft grass underneath you and Katsuki provided comfort as the two of you laid close together, hands encompassed tightly as your shoulders touch.

Both pairs of eyes focused on the stars above you, yet your peripherals were trained on the other. You had managed to sneak away from the dorms in an unplanned rendezvous after curfew, knowing that Aizawa was gonna ground your asses. But, that was future you’s problem.

“Katsuki?” You asked softly, rubbing your thumb on his hand. Katsuki looked at you and let out a small “hm?”.

“Do you think… do you think we’re together in every universe?” You turn to look at him, your cheeks warm and gaze soft as you peek a gaze at your docile boyfriend.

His eyes widened a second before he pushes your cheeks close to his lips, pressing a feather light kiss before nosing your jawbone. His arm snakes under your neck as his large hands caress your shoulder, the other reaching your waist.

“Either way, I’d cross every damn universe there is and join us together. We’re the perfect couple in every dimension, universe and plane. I’d be stupid not to chase you,” he promises, squeezing you tighter to star gaze with you.

The heavy metal of Katsuki’s armour proved too heavy for him to relax in, so it was left in a heap in the corner. The head knight had personally assigned him to be your royal guard, and the mutual (but forbidden) affections bloomed.

Carmine eyes were soft for once as his hair was gently pushed out of his face. His weary head rested in your lap as you held his calloused hand, pressing the occasional kiss. Your crown had been ditched, not caring for the silly trinket as you soaked up your lover’s attention in your chambers.

“Your majesty?” Katsuki coughed, cheeks growing slightly pink. You hummed in acknowledgment, slowing your movements as a silent means to continue.

“Do you think that, I mean… I’m not exactly of royal stature. If we were lovers in another universe, or if I were royalty and you were my bodyguard, would we still have this bond?” Katsuki asked, voice hushed as you petted him.

You gave his hand a kiss, before bending down and pressing your lips to his.

“Katsuki, even if we were two lowly peddlers in the street, or if you were a royal and I was your servant, then I would still pine after you until my dying breath,” you affirmed, softly petting his cheek.

“I knew you would say that, princess. It just hurts that somewhere, there’s a bastard me who gets to live our dream life without secrets.”

Katsuki trudged through the door, toeing off his boots as he enters the carnage of the house. You looked so tired as you had managed to wrangle the quadruplets into their afternoon nap.

Despite the baby food in your hair, bodily fluids and coffee stains on his your ratty old T-Shirt, you had never looked more beautiful. You were at home, taking care of the babies YOU gave him, taking care of the home YOU wanted to provide for your family.

He owed his very existence and life to you, so he can feel his heart breaking as he sees you quickly wipe your exhausted tears. You smile wanly at him as you go to give him a hug, but grimace at the idea of hugging him in your current state.

“Oh I’m sorry baby, I look a mess right now. I’ll go clean up for you so I don’t look so gross,” you say, ready to go upstairs.

As you pull away, Katsuki pulls you tighter and kisses you firmly. Your resolve begins to crack as he feels you tremble in his arms.

“Katsuki, no. I’m filthy at the moment, you deserve better-,” you start as he shushes you.

“Baby, you could wear a bin bag and look better than any model in the entire world. You’re doing amazing to take care of our babies and do everything else,” he murmurs into your ear, fearing that if you tried pulling away then you would completely crumble.

“You’re working so hard though, you’re saving people’s lives and I’m here crying over a few toys on the floor, baby food in my hair and snot on my shirt,” you whimper, burying your face into his beefy chest.

“(Y/N), you just pushed 4 babies out of you. You quit your job so that our babies wouldn’t be left with strangers. You still manage to get the house tidy, but you know I only give a damn if you and the babies are alright. On top of that, you manage running any of MY errands that I didn’t manage to do. You’re a fucking superhero baby,” he murmurs, squeezing you tighter.

“But you deserve so much better! You deserve someone who has time to put makeup on and do their hair and, and-,” you were interrupted by Katsuki shushing you.

“Baby. I would choose this life over and over again, no matter what I was offered. I will always choose you, I will always find you, I will always want you. I’m taking time off work to prove that and we’re taking a holiday together,” he said firmly, wiping your tears as you hiccup.

“I’m always going to choose you too.”

Katsuki and you sat comfortably on your porch bench, occasionally swinging as you nestled into each other. Today marked your 50 year anniversary, and the two of you chose a quiet celebration.

You had lost a lot of friends over the years; some were lost in villain raids, and some succumbed to their injuries years later. It wasn’t until Kirishima passed from a heart attack in the field did Katsuki retire, choosing to live the rest of his natural life with you. No more hero work. No more pain. No more villains or heroes. Just you two in your little country home with your chickens, cats and dog.

“Would you ever do it again?” Katsuki asked, his mouth lines trembling a little.

“Do what, sweetpea?” You ask, rubbing the soft loose skin on his hands. Katsuki sighed and looked away.

“Would you ever consider a different person? I’ve only ever caused you harm. My work, my personality, my overall being,” he asks, looking away as his mouth twitches. You let out a small “oh”.

“Never in a billion million years, my love. I chose you for a reason. I chose you because I love you, despite your flaws. We have had such a wonderful adventure together, some good moments and some bad. You’ve gained and lost a lot too, Katsuki. You’ve lost friends, mentors, family…” you reason with him, heart breaking at his shiny eyes.

“When it’s my time, I want to know that I made you utterly happy. I don’t want to leave you knowing that if you could have, you would have never had met me, never spoken to me and not have to deal with my baggage. I want to proudly say I lived my life fully and without regrets. YOU’RE my life baby,” he sobs softly, years of self-loathing catching up to his old and creaky body.

You wove your bodies tightly together, holding each other as the two of you shed loving tears together in bliss.

“Katsuki? You okay, pup?” Katsuki’s sandy ears perked up as he sat upright in bed. You knuckled your eyes out of sleep as you looked at your mate. He was often plagued by nightmares, even after falling deeply in love with you, after being abandoned by his pack.

You, ever the kindly human, took him in. Fed him, sheltered him, cleaned his wounds. 2 years later and you were his mate, sole confidant and lover.

Katsuki panted a little, before snapping his head to you. His hackles were raised, teeth bared self-consciously as he tries to calm down. You held up your hands, showing you mean no ill will. Slowly, your hand extending to your mate’s ears, rubbing the soft spot between them as he closed his eyes and slowed his breathing.

“Hmmm, thank you,” he muttered lowly. He rearranged himself on the pillow so he could face you. You smiled at him and kissed his nose, giggling when he goes cross-eyed.

“Do you want to tell me what you dreamed?” You asked quietly, petting his cheek as his tail whomped against the mattress. He huffed.

“Jus’ a stupid nightmare, nothing special,” he muttered, grabbing your hand and kissing your palm.

“I’m here if you need me, pup,” you told him, getting yourself comfortable again, trusting he would tell you.

“… my old pack got you. In my dream. We had a stupid argument, and I hurt you. You were killed,” he said quietly. Almost full of resentment. Your eyes widened, prompting him to continue.

“Are you happy with me? I mean, for fucks sake, I’m a fucking wolf-man creature and you’re a human. Our relationship is as unnatural as nature can allow, but we still play house,” he ranted lowly, fists clutching the sheets.

Your hand found its way to his, interlocking your digits and being mindful of his claws. Sandy ears pricked your way as you stroked his chest.

“I don’t care that you’re half man, half wolf. I love you for who you are, not what you are. I was aware of everything that you’ve faced, and I still chose to take you in. And I would do it a million times over,” you said firmly.

Katsuki let out a shaky sigh, before nuzzling into you.

“I hope in every universe we’re together.”

#🥀 rambles #bnha x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou #bakugou fluff #bakugou x reader fluff #hybrid bnha #hybrid bnha x reader #bnha x reader angst #“will we be together in every universe #strike me down now 😭#bakugou angst #bakugou x reader angst #Katsuki angst #Katsuki fluff #bnha fluff #bnha angst

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wcters · 28 days

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𝗣𝗘𝗥𝗜𝗢𝗗 𝗖𝗢𝗠𝗙𝗢𝗥𝗧

pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader

word count: 750+

summary: you have your period and chris tries to help you

warnings/notes: swearing, established relationship, periods, sorry it’s so short but that’s the only thing that i could come up with that i didn’t find cringey at that moment

A lot of the time, you hated being a women. Constantly judged on how you dress and act, creepy men, unrealistic body standards, and more. But this time? It was periods. That time every month where your body lets you know you’re not pregnant but simultaneously punishes you for not being pregnant. Every woman hates it, every little girl wants it.

Usually spending time with your boyfriend and your best friends would help a little bit, just to make you feel less of a sack of uncontrollable emotions and pain, but that wasn’t the case this time. This time, everything was bothering you. You had left the triplets to take a nap in Chris’s room as to try and stop yourself from getting mad at them and breaking down for no reason, but you’re still bothered in here. The ticking of the clock, the air from the vent, every little noise was bugging you. You groaned and grabbed the pillow besides you, throwing it over your head.

Because of the object blocking your ears, you don’t notice the footsteps leading up the the bedroom door. “Babe?” Chris called out as he opened the door, “you okay?” You hummed and stayed where you were, too lazy and tired with everything to reply. “Y/n?” “. . . I think I’m dying.” You finally spoke, pain evident in your voice. “I need to be put down.” Chris quietly laughed at that. “You don’t need to be put down.”

“I may not need to, but I want to.” Chris grabbed your hand as he sat on the edge of the bed beside you. “What’s wrong? Is your period?” You never felt embarrassed when talking about your period with him - you shouldn’t. You hated when some of your friends mentioned that their boyfriends would get grossed out when they talked about it. It’s a natural thing and it’s needed for them to live. You nodded, taking the pillow off you head and turning to face him. “I’m just so sick of it.”

“I know you are. And I would say I know it hurts but I don’t really know . . . At least not from experience.” You felt his hand brush up and down your back as you laid on your stomach. “Is there anything I can do?” He asked you, moving your hair tbh at fallen in your face. “My heating pad in the basket? Can you heat it up?” You groaned as a significantly sharp pain hit you, curling up. “Of course. Anything else?” Chris nodded. “Get rid of my uterus for me?” You looked up at him with a pleading smile. “Ask me later.”

You watched Chris as he moved to grab your heating pad and then open the door, slightly closing it but not fully as he left. While he was out, you figured you should change your pad. You did that, and stole a pair of loose boxers to put over top instead of the sweatpants you had on earlier. You were sitting up in his bed when he got back. “Are you wearing my boxers?” He asked you, placing the bag in front of you. “Yes. My sweatpants were bugging me and I was going to cry.” You grabbed your heating pad and leaned against his headboard, putting on your stomach and opening your legs. “Come here,” you patted the space between them, “I want to watch a movie.”

Chis knew better than to fight you, having dealt with you on your period many times before. It was you, but not dealing with any shit, and he didn’t want to make you cry. He took his shoes off and climbed on the bed and lied in between your legs. Before he put his head down, you put a pillow over your heating pad as to not burn him. “That’s really nice.” He commented as he lied down. “I know. That’s why I have it. Now, what do you want to watch?”

You ended up putting in a Disney movie, any other movie would probably get you upset in some way, so you both cuddled up and pressed play. When Nick knocked on Chris’s door later in the night and got no answer, he opened the door to find you two asleep with Chris in your lap. He took a quick picture and left you two alone, closing the door.

“Matt, look at this.” Nick called out to his brother that was on the couch. “What?” He was shown the picture and a smile formed. “Those two are so in love, it’s sickening.” He shook his head. “I know.”

#emma writes #chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #matt sturniolo #matthew sturniolo #nick sturniolo #nicolas sturniolo #chris sturniolo x reader #christopher sturniolo x reader #chris sturniolo x you #sturniolo #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #sturniolo x reader #x fem!reader #x reader #imagine

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sameschmidtdiffname · 2 months

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heyyyy can I pls req something where Mike tries to make it up to the reader after he says something wrong in their 1st fight as a couple? like “I don’t want to lose you” as an apology and they get back together or something along those lines? tysm I really enjoy ur work :))

But of course!!!

Wanting, Waiting

Mike Schmidt x Gender Neutral! Reader

Summery: Overworked and underfed, you'll go to sleep once some decent work is complete. However, a late night turns into a day long fight.

Tags: No use of Y/N, no gender specific pronouns for Reader, pre-established relationship, argument, cursing, Reader and Mike both got some shit going on, hints of an eating disorder, overworking, hurt/comfort, crying, mentions of: suicide/death, depression, drugging, and kidnapping. Vulnerability is gross.

Notes: 'Slip' walked so this could run full speed into a brick wall. I feel as though I may have redeemed myself.

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This page is mocking me.

The hour is late. I stopped checking the clock around 2:00 A.M., and there's a cup of cold coffee right next to me on this table, several rings on the inside from where the coffee had been left sitting far too long. It's cheap, the flavor sticking to my teeth in a way that settles my lips into a slight grimace as I try to convince my hand to move my pen across the just as cheap notebook paper that has been sitting in front of me since I came home.

Come on. It's words. What the fuck is hard about this?

'It's not hard if you can actually get your head out of your ass and do something,' I think to myself. Not helping.

I have an irritating collection of drafts. Oh yes, I can start them and I can certainly plan out the works before me. But actually writing is somehow impossible, and even though I can feel how thick the block is in my mind, preventing me from communicating my feelings properly, I just can't get break myself out of it.

Come on. Finish one draft. Then everything will click together for the rest.

For the past few weeks it's been just like this. Come home, sit down with projects, and try. But no matter what I do, I just can't focus. It's as though my head simply won't allow it. And this house, quite frankly, isn't helping. It's admittedly unsettling atmosphere, the loud noises born from nothing. It's as though I can feel the weight of the dead that used to sit at the same glass table as I watching me over my shoulder, pressing their non-existent weight against me, making my chest tight with pressure I cannot voice because that's not fair to the ones still here truly haunted by their presence. I'm just a guest who overextends their stay, quite frankly.

Just a page. Just write a page and you can get up for a moment. Ignore how loud the fridge is at something clunks inside of it.

A page. Get a page. Come on, you imbecile, how hard is a fucking pa-

"I thought we talked about this."

It's a testament to my mental state how high I manage to jump in my chair, my tired and over-caffinated heart set off to make me dizzy with over exertion from fear, turning to see who has come to voice their thoughts and damn us both with them.

"Mike," I sigh. I place a hand on my chest, rubbing slightly at the spot where I feel my heart pounding against my sore ribs. "Don't do that."

"Have you slept at all?" Mike asks disapprovingly. His arms are crossed against his chest, heavy bags under his eyes from another night of restless dreams. He can't sleep, I won't sleep. If he'd allow it, we could actually get shit done this time of day.

"A little," I lie. He's just worried. About everything. He always is, which at first was something I loved about him. And usually I still do. It's an admirable trait, to care about someone and love them so much it's only natural to fret over them, to check and make sure they're taken care of properly.

Except it makes me feel guilty.

"Oh yeah? What time?" He asks, narrowing his sleep swollen eyes at me.

Details. Fuck.

"Ah, uh- I don't know, I wasn't looking at the clock," I say sheepishly, trying to flash a disarming smile and make my own bags look like ones of bare minimum rest instead of self neglect. Mike's jaw tightens slightly.

"Oh?" He says in a dull voice that is not raised, yet managed to ring throughout the room nonetheless.

I hum affirmatively, pressing my lips together and fiddling with the cheap pen in my hands, glancing down at it in an attempt at trying not to give myself away.

"Yeah, I don't know. Just like, laid my head on the book and... y'know... drifted off for a couple hours," I try to say casually.

"Ah," he says as though that were enough, leaning now against the doorframe of the hallway, looking at the other wall as though the paint were interesting. "How long after I went to bed, do you think?"

Keep your breathing even. He can smell fear. "Like, a couple," I answer with a shrug.

"Or, like, not at all," he says, turning his head back to stare down at me with a glare.

"I slept," I insist.

"Bullshit. You give me unnecessary detail about your shits post mexican take-out, but you can't tell me what time you fell asleep?" He says accusingly.

"I was asleep! I'm sorry, do you want me to lie and give some time because you need it for some reason?" I ask evenly, shrugging as though to ask what he'd like me to say, blinking at him and adding a tired tinge of a croak to my voice to match his.

"I'm sorry?" He asks, eyes still in narrow slits yet somehow widening slightly, his leg uncrossing from over the other and planting firmly on the floor as he stands straight.

He's not that tall. Kinda short. But he looks much bigger when mad. Kinda like an iguana. I told him that one time and got bit. Jokingly, of course. It's not like he'd just reach over and sna- You know what? Irrelevant.

"I'm just saying," I say, starting to turn back to my notebook as though the conversation were finished.

"No-no, I'd like to hear that again," he says. I can hear his footsteps pad against the flat, tan carpet, my shoulders stiffening slightly as I train my decreasingly neutral eyes on the wrinkled, lined paper in front of me. "I liked the part where you made me sound like some insecure teenager for calling you out on your shit. Very original."

My lips press into a thin line, my grip on my pen tightening slightly.

"It's not that serious, Mikey-"

"Don't bullshit me, and don't use some cheap nickname as a cop out via sympathy," Mike snaps, standing now on the opposite side of the table, pressing his hands now against the glass surface that dirties so easily. Trust me, we've had to clean some prints off of it.

There's a line, and at some point I'm going to cross it. The problem is it's hidden under mental sand that makes me unclear of exactly where it is.

"Michael-"

"That's formal," he says, leaning forward on the table, his tone the same as an interrogating mother just waiting for the moment where no one will blame her for finally tearing you to shreds for what you've said to her outwardly innocent statements. A trap.

"I'm sorry, I thought you didn't like cheap nicknames?" I say, fighting the irritation in my voice, barely managing to remain even as I click my pen to begin writing.

"What's wrong with just Mike?" He asks. He reaches across the table, placing all five of his fingertips on my paper firmly and dragging it back across the table towards him, withholding it from me.

"Would you like me to use just Mike?" I ask.

"I'd like you to make eye contact while you lie through your fucken teeth," he says calmly, not moving as he continues to stare me down.

"Okay, Mike. And what exactly does my sleep schedule mean to you?" I ask slowly, trailing my eyes from his hand, slowly up his arm with pronounced veins and muscles, to the white cotton shirt that was two sizes too large and usually what he wore to sleep in, until I meet his dark and slightly hateful eyes.

"We had a conversation," he starts.

"A conversation," I repeat.

"About a month ago, do you remember?" He asks, cocking his head slightly in that way it does when we both know I'm not going to dare to answer with anything other than he wants.

"You ha-"

"I had a concern," he interrupts me, now looking down at the notebook and studying it as though it were a piece of fine art. "Which involved how absolutely awful your ability is to take care of yourself properly."

"Mike-"

"Shut. Up." Mike says with disturbing calmness. "I'm talking."

Fine.

"It's fucking rude."

Not saying it's not.

"Like your attitude when I try to just help you because clearly, you can't help yourself," he says, now slapping down the notebook to gesture at me as though it were obvious why he was concerned.

I could speak. I'd like to. And he gives me a long enough silence I could. But instead I decide I will simply give him the floor.

"No opinion on this?" He asks shortly.

"No," I say with a dismissive shrug. "You seem to have them for me."

Mike laughs at this statement, and if the sparkle in his eyes didn't seem to have the same dull shine as the glass table between us I'd feel a bit better about it. But I think there's a six foot hole in the backyard I just signed a lease on that makes his disturbingly convincing smile much more worrisome.

"You're funny," he says affectationately. "Get up."

"What?" I ask, blinking.

"Are you deaf now? Up," he says in irritation, beginning to cross back around the table. "This isn't a negotiation."

Before I can speak his hands dig in under my armpits, roughly pulling me to stand and bringing me close to his chest. I should have energy to fight back, I've only been sitting after all. But a physical confrontation would be too loud, first of all. Abby is asleep in her room, and I don't want to make a scene to wake the poor child. Number two, my bones are sore, my head is aching and I generally just do not feel well enough to protest. Physically.

"Put me down, you son of a bitch!"

Verbally, I'm fine.

"You're going to bed, that's final!"

"I have twelve drafts due that I have to get done or else this project-"

"You have four hours of sleep you can get before you have to take your candy ass to work in the fucken morning, or else I'm gonna beat it into you," he hisses directly in my ear, his breath cold and loud so close to me. Jesus, fuck. What did his parents feed him as a child? It shouldn't be this easy for him.

"Oh, I don't do what you want and now you threaten physical violence. Very mature," I mock, reaching out to grip the doorframe of Mike's bedroom, purely to piss him off.

"Save me the dramatics," he snaps in a whisper, wrapping one arm tighter around my waist and using the other to bat my hands away from the frame. I can tell he's genuinely trying not to hurt me, his grip on one wrist firm but careful.

"Just let me write one page," I try.

"That's what you said last night," he says, still trying to pull my hand away. My nails have dug into the frame, making it slightly harder. I can sense his irritation growing. "You got two hours of sleep."

"That's not going to kill me," I argue.

"You haven't slept for more than two hours in a week," he says.

One nail breaks against the frame, making me lose my grip and sending pain down my arm from the awkward angle at which the pressure had snapped it off. I wince slightly, which gives Mike slight pause as he checks my hand, but decides I'm alright before he begins dragging me towards the bed in earnest.

"Why is it so hard for you to just take care of yourself?" Mike asks in frustration.

"I take care of myself!" I say defensively. Mike drops me onto the bed, standing in front of me to prevent any new attempts at escape.

"No, you don't," he says, quiet but firm. "You sit and stare at your notebook and you don't do anything else if you can help it. You sleep for two hours, you go to work, you hardly eat, you don't have energy anymore." Mike's hands are planted firmly on his hips, his nostrils flailing as he tries to take collected, calm breaths. "I care about you. Why can't you?"

"Michael-"

"Stop!" Mike snaps, groaning and turning away from me with a sharp spin on his heel. He buries his hands in his hair in frustration, now pacing between the bed and the door, quietly shutting it so we can argue in peace.

"Why are you so upset?" I ask, genuinely confused.

"Because I don't want to see you live like this. I am concerned and every time I bring it up you dismiss me, you joke, you don't care and I hate that," Mike says, temporarily stopped in his tracks to point at me as he seethes. "I'm watching you waste away and you know what? I'm starting to think part of you likes it."

"Excuse me?" I say, astounded. I cross my arms in front of my chest, cocking my head at him in a way to say 'I dare you to repeat that.'

"You heard me," Mike says, taking a step towards me. "It's like you cannot for one iota of a second conceive of some world where taking care of yourself is a good use of your time. You work, and work until you've burned yourself out so horribly you rot in bed for a month. And unless you're staying here, I hear nothing from you. Not a call, not a fuck you or whatever. It's like you're punishing yourself."

"Now who's being dramatic?" I say.

"See? I can't even point this out without you getting defensive, which just shows you know you're in the wrong!" Mike turns away from me once more, resuming his path of restless walking.

"Why do you even care?" I ask genuinely. This makes him pause again, his glare once more returning to me as he mentally questions my intelligence.

"You know what, I don't know!" Mike snaps, his voice gaining volume. "You are insistent in this fucking- slow method suicide and I'm trying to help you, but you won't let me!"

"I never asked you to care," I scoff, rolling my eyes.

"I never asked to care!" Mike nearly shouts, leaning in close to my face and sneering at me.

This breaks the tension.

His face falls as soon as the words are out of his mouth, his eyes widening slightly like my own eyes. This comment shouldn't really sting. I shouldn't let it. But it does. And for a moment, I do. And he sees that clearly.

"... oh," I say softly, my arms relaxing and shoulders sagging ever so slightly as I drop his gaze, trying to shut off my emotions before they're obvious.

"I'm sorry," Mike says quickly, stumbling to his knees in front of me. "I didn't mean that-"

"It's fine," I say, trying to remain as blank as my pages on the kitchen table.

"I just said it to be hurtful," Mike says quickly, his hand reaching up to cup my face. I take it away, turning my head to the side slightly. There's a new chill in the air, one I can feel seizing my chest.

"You weren't," I say. "I'm going to sleep."

"Please, I don't want-"

"I'm going to sleep," I say forcefully, shoving him away and turning to begin undressing from my work clothes that I still wore. Mike is silent behind me, probably thinking, and I'm close to not being able to hold myself together anymore.

"Get out!" I snap, flinging my shirt at him in a rage and beginning to stand from the bed to chase him out. He doesn't need anymore prompt, quickly scurrying out from the room to wherever it is he'll sleep now. Probably on the couch even though there's another room down the hall. A self induced punishment. Knowing him he probably won't even allow himself a blanket or pillow, feeling the cold air fitting for his selfishness.

Good.

When I wake that morning, I can smell breakfast in the air. My stomach hurts from skipping meals, but I don't want to eat. First of all, I haven't worked for a meal. There's still plenty to be done with my drafts. And food is a good encouragement to keep working. Second, I didn't ask him to care. And he didn't ask for it either. There probably isn't enough for me, and if there is, he and Abby can debate between the two who will have it. I need to shower.

I take forever washing myself. If that's what you want to call it. It was moreso standing under hot water, letting it run cold until I couldn't stand it anymore and hoping my deodorant is able to do some heavy lifting today. I barely have enough time to get to work, passing silently by Mike and not turning when he calls my name, walking out the door as fast as I can without running.

He follows me outside, something shaking in a bag behind me. When I finally open my car door I'm forced to have my gaze in his direction, his body between the door frame and my car door, presenting me with a bag of lunch.

"Please eat," he begs, placing the bag in my lap unceremoniously and then quickly stepping away and shutting the door himself.

There's a small moment where he and I just share at each other through the glass, time slipping away without notice. He hasn't slept, he'll be late for work if he doesn't get dressed soon, and the bag on top of my thighs is warm. Fresh. A petty part of me wants to roll down my window and throw away the meal, back out of the drive way and let that fester in his mind out of hate. He thinks words can hurt? Actions are so much worse.

But there's something in his eyes. Defeated, resigned. Childlike is almost the word I could use. In front of my car is the 12 year old boy who tried to chase down his brother, the 18 year old who decided to sacrifice his life raising his little sister while saying goodbye to his parents, and the 27 year old man who's just trying to keep everything together.

I don't know what to say to this child. Or to the man.

So, with the turn of my key in the ignition, I don't.

It's late when I come home. When the manager had asked me to stay late I almost called Mike to break the silence and tell him this. But there was still a part of me that didn't care whether or not he knew. Really, I didn't have to return home tonight. I could go back to my apartment and just let him rot in bed the way he claims I do. How could he say such a thing, anyways? I rot in bed? What about the days I've walked into the house and he hasn't slept all week, where he's claiming he's trying to kick his medication and he'll get the hang of it soon. Where his sister is eating every meal almost burnt because he can't think straight enough to remember time. Where I've had to coax, beg, demand of him that he just takes a pill because he's laying on the side of the bed, small and curled in on himself, dead eyed and obviously tired but still not sleeping. One time I slipped it into his food. And I felt awful. Do not think for a moment I wanted to do that. There was a betrayel in his eyes when sleep began to overtake him. I hoped he wouldn't notice, but he must've. Some tell in the drugs effect that made him aware his rest was not voluntary. But I didn't care. I stroked his hair through the night, and I'll do it again. He could hate me however long he needed to, he just needed sleep first.

The irony still hasn't struck me when I walk through the door of his house, well past dinner, Abby in the bath. The door was left unlocked, which is unusual for this time of night. Mike jumps from the couch the minute I open the door, standing with his hands by his side anxiously pulling at the edge of his oversized sweater.

Everything's oversized with him. The thought occurs to me that his father was slightly bigger.

"Don't leave me," he says quietly, his voice small and pathetic like him. But I don't say that with hate.

"I just got home," I say. "Be a bit odd to leave again."

I try a smile, but it's artificial and we both know it's only for his comfort. It doesn't touch him, his eyes glassy and lips slightly parted the same way a child's is when they're trying to breathe as their sinuses spring to life in wake of forming tears.

"I didn't mean it," he says, still standing in the same place. If I was a better person I'd probably run to him. But I'm not.

If I were a better person, I'd say I believe him. But I don't. And suddenly my throat is swollen with hurt, my own bottom lip is sticking out and now we're both trying not to cry because this is so overly taxing. We're adults but emotions are hard. Vulnerability is hard. It is a damnation that we both detest, both avoid. In better states we would joke about this, would laugh and tease the other for not having the emotional capability to voice our thoughts. But we're not. So we don't. And now we're crying openly in the off-putting, attempted to look cozy living room that we can never fully relax in.

"I don't wanna lose you," he says between small hiccups, hands now balled into fists that he buries under opposite armpits, shifting his weight so that he doesn't look so small. His glances bounce between me and the hallway table, never fixing on either of us as he tries to state his mind like an adult. "I've barely had you."

In my heart there has been a constant ache, hurt flowing and pumping through my veins like the blood that ran cold last night at his hurtful words. His apologetic words make the ache somehow worse.

"I don't mean to be a burden to you," I say softly, feeling a small, stray tear break the fluid barrier of my waterline to race down my cheek, allowing a pathway to the fatter drops that threaten to quickly follow.

Mike's face shifts, stepping towards me and holding out his arms.

"No, never," he says just as soft, trying to comfort me. I freeze as he approaches, my body stiffening as I try to swallow the lump and convince myself that I can survive his touch. His touch that I normally crave the moment I'm around him, that I seek in the dark of night even when the bed is overheating, that I'd go insane without.

"I've never asked you to care," I say, voice breaking and tears rolling freely now.

"I know," he says into my neck, which is wetting as he shakes around me, his grasp firm and careless of whether or not it's too much.

"I don't mean to cause problems. I just...." I don't know what I mean, how I wish to finish the statement. If I was clever, I could. If I was clever, I wouldn't even be in this problem to begin with.

"I'm just scared," he chokes out, his breathing horrible as he struggles to keep his crying from being obvious. "You look sick all the time and I don't want that."

He's told me the story. His mother wasting away, thinning and slipping, starving and dying. How he'd returned home to a baby wailing in her crib as their mothers body lay in a pool of blood he never really got out of the carpet. He lied to me initially when I saw it the first time, said it was wine. It wasn't until we had a few glasses ourselves that his eyes glazed over and he told me. It was disturbing how neutral he kept himself to the subject. A habit he'd developed much too long ago to break.

"Mike-"

"I try, and I try and if something doesn't give soon I'm gonna fucking lose it," he sobs into my skin, arms tightening around me.

"If what doesn't give?" I ask softly, trying to pull him away to look into his eyes. But he doesn't budge, sobbing a little bit harder and gripping a little bit tighter. He doesn't respond, simply shaking as he breathes heavily against me through his mouth.

"Hey," I say softly, trying to wrap my arms around him, failing and giving up as I realize his grip is too tight. "I'm not going anywhere."

His mouth closes a little, quieting his breathing slightly as he sniffles.

"I'm an idiot, but I'm not suicidal," I say softly, trying again for a joke. He doesn't laugh, but he does pull away slightly to look at my face, lips swollen and quivering as he blinks at me.

"You scare me," he says quietly, not quite meeting my eyes. He's watching my lips, but I think that's because that's the closest he can get to making eye contact.

"I scare you?" I ask, furrowing my brows. I lick my dry, cracked lips for comfort. "Why?"

"Because I love you," he says shakily, sighing as though it were exhausting to admit while still holding that nervous flicker in his eyes. "Because when I think about not being with you the house seems colder. And I can't go back to hating this house."

I open my mouth to respond, but there's more.

"Because I love your stupid smile when you're excited, or how you do that cricket leg thing when you're falling asleep. Or how if you want my attention you'll bury your head in my chest and pretend you're doing it in your sleep even though I won't judge you for doing it while you're awake."

"I don't-"

"I love how defensive you get over things like that," he says, bringing one hand to cup my cheek, resting his thumb that smells like the creamy lavender handsoap next to the bathroom sink on my lips. "I love how you look waking up next to me, how you play with Abby. And for a really long time I didn't see myself ever having kids, but when I see you curling her hair at the kitchen table I think maybe it wouldn't be so bad if I just took up another job and saved money so that we could-"

"Mike-"

"Stop cutting me off," he says gently, his eyes finally meeting mine with just the smallest smile. "It's rude."

At that I do stop, my body finally relaxing into his grasp as I lean into him and his touch.

"I want things I haven't wanted since before Garret went missing," he says, stroking my lip. "And I want them with you."

Dinner was just as delicious as lunch, even if it was late. And the bed is soft like our voices as we make plans for years down the line. And after a week long break, the pages are finally filled once again.

Just like us.

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wed-in-the-apocalypse · 5 months

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Caught

Tara carpenter x reader

Drabble 2

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2 months of dating Tara, it had to be the best 2 months of your life, but dating Tara also came with some difficulties, you see, it was hard not to tell absolutely everyone in the world about your beautiful, amazing, talented girlfriend: Tara Carpenter.

And this was one of those times.

You were hanging out with the core 4, along with Mindy's girlfriend and your best friend; Anika, and Ethan with Quinn.

You guys were walking in the city as usual, per Tara's request to explore the city, and of course you loved showing them around, but you weren't in the greatist mood, the problem was that Chad had been all over Tara the entire evening, you tried to keep your jealousness at bay, it wasn't his fault, afterall, your relationship with Tara was a secret, still you couldn't help but feel jealous at the sight of Chads arm slung over Tara's shoulder as he talked her ear off, but you tried not to look and kept going.

"Hey guys, Can we stop for some food?, I'm hungry" Ethan whined, "Sure, There's a pizza joint right here" Anika said, pointing at a small building, "There's alot of people in there.." Sam muttered, eyeing it wearily, "It's fine, I'll go in and grab some pizza," Quinn said from behind you, "Who has money?" "Oh, I do," You reached into your pocket and pulled out some 10 dollar bills, "Here" Quinn took it, "Thanks, Okay, What kinda pizza do you guys want?" "Mushrooms!" Chad exclaimed, "Pineapple is fine" Sam murmured, "Ugh, That's all so gross, Get some cheese pizza for me" Mindy made a disgusted look, (idk, mushrooms and pineapple on pizza is just gross to me) Quinn nodded and went inside.

You didn't have to wait to long before she came back with four boxes, "Thank god," Ethan whimpered, "Mmm, this is great" He said taking a huge bite out of his pizza slice, "Alright guys let's go back to the apartment" Sam called, so you all followed her back.

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When you got back and Sam finally found the key you all burst in, Mindy crashing into the couch as a loud groan left her, and you chuckled, "My fucking ass is sore," Mindy whined, "Why'd we have to go ice skating?" "Because i wanted to remember?," Anika said flopping on top of her girlfriend, "And it was funny watching you and Chad fall" "Hey!," Chad protested, "It was slippery.." They countinued to insult eachother and you sighed, quietly slipping into Tara's room, you sat on the bed with a heavy sigh, trying to get the image of Chad catching Tara from nearly falling on the ice out of your head.

It wasn't working very well.

You groaned, falling back on the bed and putting your hands over your face, you couldn't hear the quiet pitter-patter of feet over the yelling and laughing, the door creaked softly as a small head poked through the crack, "Hey baby," A voice said softly, "You okay?, You were quiet almost the whole time we were out" Tara approached the bed, sitting at your side, "Yeah, i'm okay Tar, just a bit tired" You gave her a comforting smile, but she knew better, she raised her brow, you sighed, you both knew you couldn't lie to her, "I just.. it's silly but, it, hurts.. watching you with Chad, i mean, he acts like he owns everything! And i know it's not his fault, we're a secret but still" You sniffed, moving to face the wall. She put her hand on your chin, making you face her, "Y/n, I want you to know that i don't have any feelings for Chad, He's just a friend, And if you want, I can tell him that, Okay?"

Tears welled in your eyes at her reassurance, you sat up, smiling at her, whispering a soft, "I know", you leaned in, and she met you halfway. The kiss was like a promise, filled with love, and passion, words can't describe how you felt in that moment, you could cry, it was overwhelming the feelings you held for Tara. You kissed her with everything you had, telling her without words that you would be with her forever, because words didn't matter. You broke for air but she pulled you back in, this time with more hunger, desire, she tilted her head to deepen the kiss, your tounge swipping over her bottom lip, and she gasped, allowing your entry. Your hand snaked under her shirt, fingers softly scratching the perfect skin under her ribs, and she whimpered at the feeling.

You were to entirely entranced by one anothers beings to hear the footsteps approaching the door, you hadn't even noticed anyone else was in the room until she cleared her throat, you broke away. Anika was standing at the door, with the biggest grin on her face, "I fucking knew it!" Yours and Tara's faces were both bright red, from both emotion, and embarrassment. You stuttered out a "I-I-, Wait, you're not like, Mad?" Anika looked slightly confused at that, "What?, No?, I mean a little because you didn't tell me but no. I'm not Sam for fucks sake" A beat of silence passed, less than a second, as you both sat there in shock, "Okay, Well, I came to tell you guys that we're watching insidious," She went to leave, "Don't do anything I wouldn't do!" Then she left you alone. Tara groaned, hiding her face in the crook of your neck as you laughed at her embarrassed state. She pinced your side, "It's not funny!" she complained, "Well it kinda is-" your sentence was cut short by Tara's lips on yours, she crawled back into your lap, and you happily shut up. "It's not funny" She muttered against your lips, "Okay, Okay, It's not funny" "Damn right" You chuckled at that, "Okay, I think we should go before they think we're having sex" You joked, and Tara nodded, sliding off of you, "Yeah, c'mon".

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You walked into the living room, suprisingly no one looked at you differently, Chad looked at you and Tara with a hint of jealousy, and Anika smirked at you, but the others were busy watching the movie. You moved to sit next to Ethan, and Tara sat in the empty space next to you, subtly putting her hand on yours, in the dim light of the tv, no one saw as Tara leaned her head on your shoulder, Sam though, had seen it, giving you a slight smile and an approving nod. You smiled back, turning to the tv, you melted into Tara, feeling a wave of contentment wash over you.

Maybe this would work out.

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onlyhuis · 4 months

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gentle

member | jun x reader genre | fluff, sooo much fluff, est. relationship, suggestive at one part so 18+ mndi word count | 0.9k words synopsis | jun's way of loving you is gentle. warnings | descriptions of female anatomy (only at the nsfw part and it's not very detailed), brief mentions of sex, this is soooo gross and domestic and sweet and that in itself is a warning notes | this is a super informal drabble & more of my weird romantic sappy prose bc i literally cannot be normal about him ever. i hope this makes somebody cry or like throw their phone against a wall in agony or something bc that is how jun makes me feel! pls feel free to scroll past if poetry-style stuff isn't your thing. or not. idk you're the reader i just write whatever the hell i want and right now i want to give jun a big fat sloppy smooch on his gorgeous forehead

jun loves gently. he loves by making sure your coffee or tea is ready every morning before you wake up. he loves by organizing your shoes at the door so you don't trip on them when you walk by. he loves by holding the sharp edge of a table when you walk by so it doesn't hurt you.

his kind of love is when he runs his hands along your body, along every part of you and making sure not a single inch goes without feeling how much he adores you. his love will always be there, cradling you against his chest and letting you hold him as tightly as you need. his love is clingy, because he wants to make sure you know he loves you every single second of every single day.

he loves gently by kissing your forehead while you sleep, kissing your cheeks when he makes you flush with his flirting, kissing your neck while he makes love to you, kissing your back while he's showering together with you, kissing each one of your fingers when you hold his hand, kissing the tip of your nose because he loves the way it always makes you giggle. he loves by kissing you every time like it's the first time, like he's finally won the honor of being called yours and he gets to celebrate it with a kiss to your lips.

he loves intimately, with kisses all over your boobs, holding them in his hands and pushing his lips against your soft skin and grinning with a lust that temporarily conceals his overwhelming love for you, but never overshadows it. he loves with kisses between your legs, ones that make you shiver and arch with pleasure and push his head away in desperate attempts to make it stop, though you want nothing more than for him to keep going. the same lips he uses to kiss your forehead and your cheeks and your neck and everywhere else; the same gentle, messy lips he uses to eat you out with whenever he begs you to sit on his face.

he loves gently in the way he likes to hold your hands during sex, the way he likes positions that face each other so he can look into your eyes and see how much love is contained inside them while he's inside you. he loves by switching positions without you having to ask, because he can tell you're getting tired in this position but he can tell that you're trying to hold on for him; he doesn't want you to. he wants everything to always be comfortable for you, satisfying for you, pleasurable for you, perfect for you. everything he does is always for you.

even when he's loving you roughly, you can always tell he loves you gently. a harsh slap to your ass, always with a warm palm caressing your stinging skin. a hand wrapped around your throat, always with fingers that never tighten past the point of discomfort. a grip on your hips so tight that it brings tears to your eyes, always with a careful hand to wipe at your cheeks. a vulgar name called out meant to degrade, always with a soft voice whispering in your ear how beautiful and perfect you are.

his gentle love is always nearby, even when it's not the focus. sometimes it lingers in the background, waiting quietly for the chance to wrap its arms around you and keep you safe when you need it. like a warm blanket on a cold night, or a cool fan on a hot night, always making everything just right, no matter the conditions. jun's love is like a warm bowl of soup when you're sick, never fully realizing how much you need it until you do, a spoonful cooled off to the perfect temperature so you don't burn your tongue, hand-fed by gentle hands that want to see you well again.

his love can be rambunctious, when he gets so excited he can't physically contain all his happiness and it pours out into the atmosphere around him. but even then, his love is still gentle, wrapping you up in his excitement right along with him.

his love can be childlike, innocent in the way he holds your hand and drags you along to show you something he found. his love is gentle in the way he stops to meow at every cat he sees, like they're long lost friends he hasn't seen in years and he's telling them that they need to catch up sometime over coffee and catnip.

his love is there in every big, toothy smile, every scrunch of his nose, and every fit of hysterical giggles.

his love is soft like the cover of an old book, worn thin from being used so much by loving pairs of hands. his love is like a book passed down throughout the decades, one that you were always told to handle delicately— you have to love him gently, too.

he loves you until the word love itself is worn out, lost its meaning from being repeated hundreds of thousands of millions of times, and even then it's still not enough to express everything he feels. he loves you in every language, in the ones he understands and the ones he doesn't, because even an infinite amount of words couldn't come close to describing his love. but, if you had to choose only one, you'd start with this:

his love is gentle.

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gyeomsweetgyeom · 10 months

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[7:33 pm]

(cw: reader is pregnant, mentions of throwing up, mood swings, “asshole”)

Everyday was getting more and more exhausting the closer you got to your due date. Your feet hurt, your back ached, the cravings drove you crazy, and the mood swings were hard to deal with. Starting the day off earlier than you would have liked certainly didn’t help since you couldn’t get back to sleep with the little limbs moving like it was the middle of the day and not 6 in the morning.

It was like any little thing was close to ending you into a rage. Remembering you had to drink decaf when you were so tired just annoyed you, there was nothing good playing on tv, your leftovers for lunch didn’t heat up well, and no position you sat in eased the aching you felt in your bones which was not helped by constantly getting up to pee. On top of all of this it was just so warm in the apartment, so humid and gross feeling- overall just not a great day.

And poor Haechan, if you were in a better mood you might be able to appreciate him more, but not today. You were annoyed when he strolled into the kitchen with his usually endearing bed head at 10, clearly having been able to comfortably sleep in. The scent of his coffee wafted through the whole house making your mouth water, watching his YouTube and laughing, and he was able to walk around and lift things to finish setting up the nursery. Yesterday you had been happy to receive your usual forehead kiss and watch him work on getting the nursery finished up, but today was not the day. You could feel your anger building up more and more the next thing to annoy you was probably going to send you over the edge.

You were laid on the couch borderline glaring at a commercial when a sweaty smelling Haechan waltzed in and sat at the very end of the couch. He reached for you and pushed your feet slightly to the side to reach over and rub your stomach. Unfortunately, the baby decided to move as much as they could causing an aching pain in your lower back and a sudden shortness of breath. You could feel your throat tighten and your breathing got heavier and faster. You felt a pressure at the back of your eyes right before you started cry.

Haechan’s eyes widened, “My love, what’s wrong?”

You sat up, wiping away the endless stream of tears while you managed to get out, “Why are you touching me? It’s so hot and you made the baby move and now my back hurts even more. I was just getting comfy and you ruined it.”

“I’m so sorry my love,” he replied tentatively, easing himself down from the couch to crouch in front of you.

“You just smell so bad, I want to throw up, and my lunch wasn’t good, and they must hate me because everything on tv is just so bad today. Today is the worst day of my life,” you sobbed. Haechan bit back a laugh which only made you sob harder, “Don’t laugh at me, you did this to me.”

“I know my love, I am so sorry. Look, I’ll close all the windows and turn down the air so it’s nice and cool for you. I’ll order your favorite for dinner, does that sound good?” Haechan asked gently, slightly scared that he might add fuel to the fire.

You shook your head, “I want Thai tonight.”

Haechan smiled, “I’ll order that before I hop in the shower, do you need anything else?”

“Besides your kid out of my body? Can you get me more juice please, with 5 ice cubes only?” You asked sweetly, no longer crying.

“Of course my love, 5 ice cubes got it,” Haechan nodded. He closed all the windows and the blinds before he disappeared out of your sight, you heard the air conditioning kick on and then the ice falling into the glass.

He came back and set the glass of juice on the table beside the couch, turning back in the direction of your bedroom immediately after. You could feel your negative emotions just melt away. A few minutes later Haechan joined you back in the living room on the adjacent couch. You reached for his hand, “I’m sorry, baby.”

“You don’t have to apologize my love, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t think to touch you without your permission,” Haechan replied.

“No, usually it’s ok but the baby has been a real pain in everything today. I woke up early and couldn’t fall back asleep and the baby has been awake and too active all day,” you sighed.

Haechan leaned down to get eye-level with your stomach, “Hey stink, you better stop being a pain.”

Later as you ate your food, happy and finally at complete ease, you looked at Haechan seriously, “I love you, but I’m not getting pregnant again anytime soon.”

“Well, I’m glad to hear that because I’m not getting you pregnant anytime soon. I’ve had enough morning sickness and midnight cravings runs to last me a few years. God, and painting that nursery 3 slightly different shades of white was a total pain,” Haechan groaned running a hand down his face.

“Oh, you’ve had enough of all that have you? Imagine experiencing it first hand asshole. You don’t get to complain about those things like I do, you’re not growing your own hyperactive offspring,” you huffed.

Haechan froze, expecting another rage induced breakdown, switching on his soft and understanding voice at the blink of an eye, “You’re so right my love, I’m sorry.”

You rolled your eyes, “that’s what I thought.”

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neteyamslovrr · 11 months

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ODD

summary: neteyams lack of understanding of human social rules can sometimes lead to insecurities showing

content: human reader, plus size & fem reader, insecurities, self bad talk, short ish, not tm angst, mostly fluff

authors note: just a short lil drabble!! haven't written in so long just getting back in the groove!!

it was normal for the two of you to sit together in the lab. closed off, enough privacy for the both to share intimate touches and sweet whispers.

neteyam sat at the bottom end of your bed, his legs hanging either side due to the sheer size of him compared to the single bed.

you sat up the top to legs out towards neteyam so he could slowly trace patterns into your shins.

"y'know that tickles right teyam?" you chuckled, every once in awhile jolting due to his fingers sending shivers up your body.

"maybe thats why i'm doing it?" he smirked up at you. the cheeky grin plastered across his face. "no...i just like to feel you... so soft my little one"

blushing as you giggled, you kicked your foot to tease him. "oh be quiet"

"never" he smiled, voice like honey as his hands wandered up to your thighs and back down. "you are so small"

"you say that often" even looking at his hands shocked you. from finger tip to wrist was almost all of your thigh. he was huge...in the most perfect way possible.

"because you are... such a tiny odd creature" he chuckled to himself still enamoured with the way your skin felt on his palms

but you could only look at him with distaste. odd? you didn't want to be odd. "odd?" neteyams eyes shoot up to meet yours.

"yes...your small body...yet so squishy." he giggled to himself squeezing your thighs, wanting nothing more to press kisses and soft nibbles to them.

"its odd...so much...fat for a small human. your planet must've been dangerous to need much protection" neteyam spoke to himself mostly.

not realising what his words would of meant on earth. there on the opposite side of the bed you could only stare at him hurt. heart stinging.

you obviously knew that neteyam was not trying to be rude. he didn't understand and you never told him the insecurities you had about your small yet large body.

tears prickled your eyes as you avoided eye contact. though you tried not the act as of his words had bothered you. the way you retracted your legs away from his touch made him look up in concern.

"what is it beautiful?" he spoke with a furrowed brow.

you shook your head holding your knees close to your chest "nothing."

"i know it is not nothing" neteyam chuckles scooting towards so he could cup your entire face in his palm. rough thumb caressing your supple cheek.

but all you could do was shut down. tears threatening to spill the more his fingers came in contact with your skin.

you didn't know if you wanted to cry in his arms or curse him out.

"i think i'm just tired neteyam...want to sleep." neteyam frowned. you never called him by his name.

his heart dropped, tail now flicking lightly as he realised he had messed up. but he had no idea how.

"no...no you are not tired... what is wrong?" neteyam scooted closer, his hands pulling you into his lap but you placed your hands against his chest pushing yourself away.

"stop. stop i want to sleep." you couldn't look at him. scared he would look at you more and think about how pudgy you were.

how odd you must look to him already being human. and to then look different even to your own species. how could he even like you at this point? was all you thought.

"... darling...no what has happened? please tell me?" neteyams pleading eyes bored into your skull. his fingertips almost burying themselves in your flesh from his harsh grip.

you shook your head looking away. only to see his hands creating dints in the supple flesh of your body.

god it made you cringe. did he find it gross. this would be unheard of for a na'vi woman.

now you couldn't stop the tears from flowing. streaks of water gliding down your flushed cheeks.

neteyam gasped immediately wiping your cheeks. "my love... what is it ... do not cry please" he begged, his entire being crushed with concern for you.

you shook your head "i don't want to- don't wanna" you couldn't get your words out. stuttering on your mumbled cries.

neteyam frowned pulling you into his large form. "it's okay...please use your words ny beautiful girl...tell me what troubles you."

you sniffled in his chest "you called me fat."

neteyams face contorted into confusion. "...but... I don't understand."

your lip was pouted as you sniffled. "i-...i dont like my...well."

neteyam pondered for a second thinking of a response. "why not? it is unique."

"i dont want to be unique ... i want to be like you" neteyam gave a sad smile caressing your hair.

"but i love you for you. all of it" he smiled giving the top of your head a kiss. "why would you ever not want to be you?"

you shrugged looking away almost like a sulking child. "i just...i want you to love me"

"i do love you. my pretty girl. you are the one thing on this entire planet that i do not love anything else more." his hand tilts your chin up "do not forget my love for you, my sweet mate"

rebloggers r the best!!

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#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar oneshot #neteyam #neteyam x you #neteyam x y/n #neteyam x reader

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The Man of My Fever Dreams(Rise!Leo x Reader)

A/N, not important: Promise I'll get back to finishing requests soon. I just really wanted to finish it after starting it almost 3 months ago. Any criticism is welcome, constructive or not. This is supposed to be a gender neutral reader, so if I screwed up somewhere, please tell me.

-Ollie

Tw: sickness, fluff, mention of vomit

Words: 1018

Summary: Leo takes care of you while you're sick.

Leo’s face was not what I was expecting to open my eyes to, but it wasn’t necessarily a bad thing. I attempt to push myself up, wanting to be face to face with him so he doesn’t have to look down on me, but a wave of fatigue washes over me. I groan in frustration, looking up at the now laughing blue turtle as I fall back onto my back. His laughs devolve to small chuckles while he helps me adjust myself into a sitting position, Leo taking a seat next to my feet once he finishes.

“Aww, is someone still feeling a bit rough?” He teases, his eyes still full of mirth. Ah yes, make fun of me while in the splash range of a sick person. That’s a great idea.

“I will vomit on you.” My voice was raspy and it hurt to talk, but I felt this was an important enough message to risk my vocal cords for. Leo laughs at me again but shifts so he’s a bit farther away from my face.

“Are you hungry? Mikey made some soup that he had me bring over. I could go heat it up for you if you’d like.” I nodded, forever thankful for the turtle in front of me. I watched Leo walk out of my room, heading to the kitchen so he could heat up the soup.

Another cough racked my body and I reflexively brought my elbow up to cover my face. Having Leo take care of me was nice, but weird. Sure, I got to spend some time with my boyfriend, but getting a high fever and being vulnerable in front of him in exchange is not a fair trade off. Plus, I was really gross right now. Having him see me like this sucked.

I scrolled through the games on my phone, trying to find something I could pay attention to. The pounding headache and blurry vision was making it difficult, but I’d rather be in pain while entertained than in pain while bored. I could hear Leo moving around in the kitchen, little clinks and taps protruding through the thin walls of my apartment. I shake my head with a small smile. He was determined to say the least.

I continue goofing off on my phone for the ten minutes it takes for Leo to return, my brain buzzing loudly when I look over at him. He was standing tall in the doorway, balancing a steaming bowl of soup in his hand as he carefully walked forwards. “I uh… I may have overfilled the bowl.”

I snort at his words, moving so my back was flush with my pillow and headboard. Leo carefully sets the bowl of soup down on my bedside table, sighing in relief when nothing spills. He looks at me with a dopey smile, his eyes sparkling softly. He takes my phone from my hands as he sits down next to me and I let out a small dramatic gasp. “You know you’re not supposed to be on this while you’re sick, love.”

I roll my eyes, flopping my hand over my head in a theatrical manner, over exaggerating my movements. “I was only chasing away the boredom. Can you blame me?”

Leo chuckles softly at my dramatics, shaking his head gently. I lower my arm and open my mouth to say more, but my body quickly racks out a cough, my throat constricting as my lungs cry out. Leo pats my back comfortingly, a small frown on his face. I raise my tired eyes to meet his worried ones, a weak smile on my face.

“Are you sure you’re okay enough to be awake? You can just go back to sleep if you need to.” Leo's gentle voice reaches my ears and I lean against his side. The slider wraps his arm around my shoulder and pulls me close, kissing my temple softly. I let out a yawn, but look longingly at the soup on my bedside table, wanting nothing more than to shove the entire bowl in my mouth.

“Can I eat first?” My voice is still raspy, weak. Leo looks down at me and brushes hair out of my face, nodding. He reaches over and sets the bowl in his lap, crossing his legs and shifting so he is facing me. I look at him oddly for a moment before reaching for the bowl, wanting to feel the warmth of the soup leak into my clammy hands.

Leo bats my hands away and pulls the soup closer to him protectively. He playfully glares at me and I pout, my hands dropping back into my lap. “I want my soup, Leo.”

“You’ll get your soup if you hold still. I’m going to feed it to you.”

I feel my face heat slightly as I look at his smug face unimpressed. “You’re going to spill it.

Leo scoffs and picks up the spoon, swirling it in the broth for a moment before scooping up some of the warm liquid. He holds it up with a crooked grin, clearly waiting for me to play along. I roll my eyes, sighing before opening my mouth. Leo whistles softly while he moves the spoon to my mouth, depositing the broth onto my tongue. I hum in delight when the taste registers, a smile on my lips despite the pounding headache and the aching in my chest. I try not to cough on Leo as I swallow, Leo's hand gently patting my back once more. The soup was warm, almost uncomfortably so. I look at Leo with a weak grin, not sure how to tell him I was done.

Leo nods, instantly understanding what I was trying to convey. He places the bowl back on the table and squeezes my hand. "We'll try again later. How about you get some sleep.”

I nod, a raspy sigh escaping my lungs. Leo eases me back down, tucking me in. He still sits on the edge of my bed, gently massaging my shoulder as he waits for me to sleep off my cold.

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eddiemunsonswhxre · 2 years

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first off; just discovered your blog & HOLY SHIT YOUR WORKS ARE AMAZING 🫶🏼

since you write angst so well; could you do a steve harrington x reader where the two are best friends and really close, but the reader has always had feelings for steve and gets crushed everytime they see him go out with someone new or flirt with somebody else. all of the emotions get bottled up and one day it just gets to be too much, the reader leaves crying and steve asks whats wrong and the reader just messily confesses about their feelings for steve & how much it hurts seeing him go after somebody? i think it’d so super duper good <3

okay, i definitley strayed a bit here...

i'm a mess without you / steve harrington

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one shot

cw: angst, cursing, alcohol use

a fight with one of your friends leads you to realize maybe they can't be just a friend

“steve,” you groaned, flinging your arms over your head and slamming them on the counter. you were laying across the counter in family video as steve checked in some new movies since it was pretty dead on a tuesday morning.

all you wanted was for your best friend to pay at least a little bit more attention to you. “i’m working,” he said in his usual annoyed tone, glancing over to you. “pull your shirt down,” he added as his eyes lingered on your exposed stomach.

you roll your eyes, watching him type into the computer. “it’s a crop top, steve. my stomach is supposed to show,” you sassily respond.

“well, i don’t like it, pull it down,” he said seriously, moving the pile of finished movies to a cart.

you gave him a glare and decided to flip over instead, now laying on your stomach and propping yourself up on your arms. “it’s hot out, plus i don’t remember ever asking you what i could and couldn’t wear,” you snip back at him.

he walks back towards you, taking in your change of position. he glances over your body, his eyes flicking back to your ass. “those shorts are way too small, y/n! your ass is literally out,” he exclaimed, gesturing towards your bottom half.

you reach back in alarm, worried maybe your ass was out, but you could feel you were fully covered. “liar, what’s your issue?” you scoff.

he leans against the counter diagonal from you and crosses his arms. “what’s up with you and the tiny clothes all of a sudden?” he asks in a voice that came off as disgusted. it made you feel insecure and a sting to ring through your heart. did you look gross?

you looked away from him and down to your hands. “it’s like, almost one hundred degrees outside,” you say pointedly.

“people are going to get the wrong idea,” he sasses back causing you to look up at him in anger.

you narrow your eyes at him. “are you calling me a whore, steve?” you ask, anger overtaking your voice.

before he could go to defend himself, the bell chimed signaling there was a customer. both your heads snap to the door to see eddie munson strolling in. he gives you both his signature goofy smile as steve rushes to you, slamming his hands on the counter over your body as he hovered to cover you. “what’s up guys?” eddie asks, making his way to the counter.

“hey, eddie,” you smile.

“got that movie back that you wanted, munson,” steve says, nodding to the horror section.

eddie smiles, placing the movie he had before on the counter in front of your hands. “no shit? finally,” he says happily, clenching his fist and pulling it towards himself in mini celebration. “well, stevey, would you be a dear and go find it for me? i am just so tired from cleaning all day,” eddie says dramatically, putting his hand to his forehead in mock exhaustion.

steve looks between you two before grunting and pushing away. eddie smirks and holds his fist out, awaiting a fist bump from you. you return it with a small laugh. “alright, y/n he’s definitely into you. no best friend cares that much about another guy looking at your ass,” he says quietly, bending down so his face is level with yours.

“i'm pretty sure he just called me a whore before you came in so…” you trail.

eddie’s brows furrow and he looks towards where steve had gone to find his movie. “the fuck? do you want me to beat the shit out of him for you?” he asks seriously. that makes you laugh which causes eddie’s smile to come back.

you shake your head and look down for a moment. “i appreciate it, eddie, but you are no fighter,” you say.

eddie chuckles and nods. “you’re right. but you should make your move, he’s definitely just jealous that other guys can see you like that,” he points out, straightening his back as steve makes his way back to the counter. “harrington, my man,” eddie smirks as he begins ringing him out.

steve just shakes his head with a smile. “gonna watch this one by yourself again or did you finally get a girl?” steve teases.

eddie puts his hand to his chest in mock pain. “you wound me, seriously,” he jokes. the three of you laugh and eddie hands over his money, taking the movie from steve. “you guys coming to my party, right?” eddie asks as he starts backing out of the store.

“there gonna be alcohol?” steve asks with raised brows.

eddie looks at him in disbelief. “obviously, steve, god. and even better, some live music from an oh so special and amazing band,” he says putting his hands up in the rocker hand motion.

you smile at eddie, glad you’d gotten him as a friend after all the weird ass events that happened over spring break. “we wouldn’t miss it,” you call after him.

“rock on,” he says before turning and leaving the store.

you sigh as he leaves, knowing now things were going to be awkward. “y/n,” steve says, getting your attention. “i’m not saying you’re a whore or anything like that, you don’t look like one either. people are just… i don’t want anyone to try anything on you,” he explains.

you look away from him as you think. “maybe you should just let me worry about myself,” you say.

steve sucks in a breath and is quiet for moment. “now, you know i can’t do that. i care about you too much,” he says and you hate how it makes your heart flutter.

-a few days later-

you leaned against steve’s car picking your nails, waiting for him to get out of work. finally, he came out and locked the door behind him, pausing when he saw you on his car. “hey, y/n, what are you doing here?” he asks in confusion, causing you to frown.

“we’re going to the movies, remember?” you asked, cocking your head to the side.

steve cursed to himself. “i can’t anymore, y/n. i’ve gotta pick up sandra justice, remember that one girl from our history class, big eyes? she asked me on a date earlier today, we’re going to the diner,” he explained, getting more excited as he talked.

you felt like you had been stabbed. you’d had this planned for almost a week. “what? steve, we’ve had these plans… can’t you just call her and tell her you forgot you were busy?” you ask, turning to him as he walks to his drivers side door.

he gives you a perplexed look. “uh, no? y/n we can go see the movie another time, you know how bad i want a relationship,” he says.

you feel tears well up in your eyes. you’d had such a bad day already. “that’s just not fair, steve,” you say, voice cracking at the end.

“i'm with you all the time. shit, that’s probably why i can’t get a girlfriend,” steve complains, avoiding looking at you.

you feel your lip quiver and you hate it. you never cried this easily. it was just one of those days. “you actually chose these stupid dates over me a lot,” you point out.

steve groans. “it’s not my fault you don’t want a relationship, y/n. i do, i can’t just spend all my time with you like we did when we were younger. girls aren’t gonna trust me like that,” he says.

you feel a tear slip down your face and turn away from him. “i trust you,” you mumble.

“yeah, but we’re not dating, are we, y/n?” steve sneers.

you gulp, trying to will tears back in your eyes. “we could be,” you whisper. you look up to steve, seeing his face contort in confusion. “have fun with sandra,” you say and quickly turn and walk down the road. he doesn’t call after you.

-eddie’s party-

“there’s my favorite girls,” eddie yells, quickly making his way to you and robin. you both smile, letting him envelope you in a hug.

you laugh, patting his back as he pulls away. “drunk already, eds?” you ask.

eddie smiles, taking another drink from his solo cup. “maybe, come get some of this punch i made. you’ll be in the same boat as me after like one cup,” he says and you and robin immediately follow after him. eddie was correct. after two cups of his weird punch concoction, you were fairly tipsy.

steve got to the party later than he had planned. originally he was supposed to go with you, but you hadn’t talked to him since the night you were meant to see a movie. he definitely could blame himself for that and the unusual alone time he was having gave him time to think. your comment sent him into a spiral. he didn’t enjoy his date with sandra at all.

it made him wonder why he hadn’t plucked up the courage to ask you before. he guesses it could be because he’d liked you since you were kids and always viewed you as unattainable. he would never deny that you were much better than him; he thought you were perfect. never in a million years did he think you may like him.

another part of him worried that maybe you were just talking in the heat of the moment, or that maybe he didn’t even hear you correctly. regardless, you were stuck in his head. eddie’s band was playing and although they played really well, steve just was not into metal music. so, he set out to find you. he needed to fix things somehow, because no having you around was taking a toll on him.

he was more than overjoyed to see robin had worn an obnoxious bright pink shirt, he assumed the band one from a few years ago, so it was easy to find the both of you. “hey guys,” he said, approaching where the two of you sat by the fire.

“you’re late,” robin observes while you just stay quiet.

steve rolls his eyes at the obvious before looking to you. you looked gorgeous in the light of the fire. “y/n, can we talk?” he asked, just like he had on your voicemail for days.

you were almost drunk, and dealing with steve was not something you wanted to deal with right now. you wanted to enjoy your night, not want to leave. “i’d rather not,” you said, taking a gulp of the punch.

“y/n, come on, you’ve been ignoring me for days,” he says.

you lift your eyebrows as you finally look at him. “wonder who’s fault that is?” you say in mock innocence.

steve closes his eyes in frustrations and lets out a breath. “yeah, yeah, i know. which is why i want to apologize. please?” he questions, gesturing to the area near the woods that was clear of people. robin nudges you, giving you a look that you should go. you grunted, but got up anyway.

you started walking that way and called over your shoulder, “this better not take long, harrington.” he followed you quickly and when you were finally away from eddie’s loud ass music and the mumbling of words from the guests he grabbed you to face him.

“first of all, i’m sorry for being a douche,” he begins and you just laugh. “i deserve that, but i really am sorry,” he says sincerely, searching your eyes.

you purse your lips, hating that you wanted to forgive him so easily. “okay,” you mumble, looking away.

it’s quiet for a minute before steve starts talking again. “i need to know if you meant it,” he says in a strangled voice, it almost not coming out.

your eyes snap to him as you take in the pained expression he wore. “what are you talking about?” you murmur.

he inhales deeply, scared that once he starts this conversation he might never get you back. “did you mean it… when you said we could be dating?” he questioned in an insecure manner. you feel your heart drop a bit. you had two options; you could lie or you could be painfully honest.

you nod slowly. “yeah, i um, i always liked you more than as a friend, steve,” you confirm, looking down.

“can i tell you something?” he asked quietly.

“i mean, might as well,” you gesture to the two of you.

steve bites the inside of his lips for a moment before finally figuring out something to say. “i’m a mess without you,” he starts truthfully, causing your heart to flutter. “i’ve been thinking about you like, literally constantly, and just… fuck, i should be better at this,” he mutters to himself. “i’ve always liked you too. and if you want to date… please, let’s date,” he says, letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding.

you stare at steve, a mixture of shock and alcohol coursing through you. finally you blinked, throwing down your cup and lunging at steve. he lets out a gasp of surprise as you connect your lips to his. it fades into a moan as he grabs you by the hips, pulling you impossibly close as you hold each side of his face. you love the way you can taste the mint of his lip balm and the fruity of whatever punch eddie had mixed up. his lips were as soft as you’d imagined, and the spark you’d always dreamed of having was there and even more intense. you knew then, like you’d thought you knew before, that you found your person.

#stranger things #st4 #stranger things 4 #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #steve stranger things #steve the hair harrington #steve harrington angst #steve harrington imagine #angst #angst with a happy ending

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iplayghoul · 2 years

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𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐠𝐮𝐫𝐨'𝐬 𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬.

pairing:: toji fushiguro x afab! reader.

warnings:: mentioning the following, missionary, sex positions, dacryphilia, ddlg, cockrings, dom/sub dynamics, choking, strangling(?), size kink, breeding kink, brief sex scene i got carried away (i lied)

author's note:: yes this is a lil mini series kinda thing i just want to have fun with my writing again! this wont be on ao3. once again yawl its a teeny bit lengthy not no word count enjoy!! as usual ignore typos.

𝐰𝐞 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰 𝐭𝐨𝐣𝐢 𝐢𝐬𝐧'𝐭 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐧𝐨𝐜𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐧. he's old, old school and might not parttake in all the young people's freaky deaky shit but he definitely has his likes and dislikes. he's paticular in his ways, like the slut he is, and doesn't hide it either.

okay idk how to explain this point but his favourite position: toji adores missionary, except folding your feet back to where your anklet is jingling by your ears. i will say no more but, "fuck, its all fuckin' in you."

dacryphilia: he's so fucking mean 😭 he loves making you cry, sob and hiccup when he's fucking you. not to be a bit gross but whether its messy, slobbery or ugly he doesn't give a fuck fr yawl sorry. imagine the way he's fucking into your cunt deep, squeezing your cheeks to get a good look at your face that's wet with tears n spit, giving you that prideful look knowing he's doing a good job.

ddlg: listen i need to let it out. hes a dilf, he knows it and he loves women🤷🏾 this man loves being in charge and loves getting called daddy even more to establish his dominant role in the bedroom. yea he's mooching off women, but is it really that bad when he forced you into position only if you say daddy? remember who you belong to. if you really wanna get him riled up a simple "yea daddy?" would get him.

dom & sub: while he doesn't play into this too much, its definitely in him. he likes to be the dominant person between you two. the one to drop spanks when you catch an attitude or to fold you in half at any moment. he's a hard dom buuut an bratty sub. when you first introduced the idea of him being submissive for you, he didn't take you seriously 🙄 it took alot of rope and a cock ring to get him to behave.

choking: similar to gojo, he can't help but stick a few fingers down your throat and listen to you choke on it. his favourite thing to do is forcing you to deep throat his cock till your jaw hurts to feel the squeeze of your throat and your gagging. and even better if you let him wrap your neck in a hold of his muscular biceps while he fucks you from the back.

size kink: while he'd fuck or date any sized person and doesn't have a height preference, toji definitely finds himself preferring fat women. though he is a whore all around, he enjoys having lots of fleshy body to grab while yall are fucking, or picking you up and fucking you against the wall despite your protests. even when it comes to face sitting, if you even said, "but I might crush you," you're in for one hell of a ride 😋

breeding kink: deadbeat father this deadbeat father that BUT breeding is ON the table. in the perfect world days go like this, after work you come back home pamper yourself a little. toji comes home, tired but also looking for some stress relief. quickly, things escalate and he has you up, torso against the bathroom counter. your ass stings from the constant slap of his hips, his cock pulsing as he fucks into you desperately. mumbles of, "gonna' make you a mommy yea?" and, "g'na' fuck you full of my kids, shit," as he struggles not to cum is all you can hear echoing in your head. he's desperate. now let's refocus LMFAO 😁💀not i got side tracked... toji's a slut, and while he doesn't care for his kids, he can't help but wanna' fuck 'em into you on a daily basis.

— masterlist 😭💀

#・︰🐛・love﹒lamar╰╮#jjk fanfic #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk x reader #toji smut #jjk x you #jjk fluff #jjk scenarios #toji drabbles #jujutsu kaisen toji #toji x y/n #jujutsu toji #toji headcanons #toji imagine #i know him better than yawl #TOJJIIIIIII #HES SO+?#toji is my brand i HAD TO give tumblr this post #﹒﹒﹒💗 𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦: 𝘭𝘪𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢 💌 𓂃 !

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i-literally-cant-with-this · 4 months

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A/N ::: Here's where the fun starts? I mean, I enjoyed it. Though it took me 4 damn days to get this thing on here. But it's a busy ass time of year. So, I am a little sorry that it took so long because someone asked if there would be another part and I think they were looking for more? Or hoping that would be the end of this lol. Idk. Anyway, here's part V. Hope you all enjoy it.

C/W ::: Kats & F!reader. Language, angst, smart-assery, flirting, nudity, touching, little bit of teasing. I'm tired. It's 12:32 on Christmas morning and I need to get to bed. If I missed anything gross let me know. But only if it's REALLY gross. Thanks!

WC ::: under 2,700 ish

Part I

Part II

Part III

Part IV

Part VI

Part VII

You turned away from him and put your hand over your mouth as the sobs escaped. Katsuki walked up behind you and put his hands on your shoulders. "Look, y/n. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I was just mad. Please, don't - don't cry. You know how much I hate it when you cry. It makes me feel like shit. Like I did somethin' wrong. Or, or hurt ya or somethin'. Fuck, y/n. Fuck."

He stood at your back and contemplated hugging you again. He wanted to. You weren't the only one missing the other's touch. But it didn't feel like the right thing to do. You were both raw. Both wounded.

He backed up and you turned to look at him. You couldn't hold back your tears. "Katsuki, you did hurt me. You didn't want me to come to your hero events. You didn't want me to come to your work events. It was always a secret that we were together. Always a secret because you'd get embarrassed by me or whatever. I couldn't keep doing that. I couldn't be someone you were ashamed of. I didn't want to be."

Katsuki's mouth dropped open. "Ash-? Ashamed? Are you fucking kidding me? You think I was ashamed of you? You think I didn't want you at those events with me? You're insane." He looked at you, shaking his head. "Y/n, I never once asked you to be anything but yourself. I loved you, I still love you, for who you are. I never wanted you to be something you weren't. That's why I never asked you to be more than that. I knew you weren't into the hero shit and that was fine."

"That's a bit of a stretch, Kats. I was into you. And you're a hero so you have to be into the 'hero shit'. All I ever wanted to do was support you and be there for you and ... and ... why am I yelling about this. Why now. God. It doesn't matter, anymore. Does it?" You stared at the floor, greatly regretting your choice of words. You had no idea what you were doing here anymore.

You looked back up at Katsuki and saw him staring at you like he was ready to explode. "Fuck. Fuck! Y/n, you fucking idiot. You know me. You know me better than anyone. You know that I never once wanted you to be someone you weren't. You know that I love you for who you are. You know that."

He walked up to you and grabbed you by the shoulders. "I ... I -" You choked on a sob and held your breath. "I don't know that. I don't think I've known that for a while. Katsuki, I love you. I really do. But I can't keep doing this. I can't keep being this person you seem to think I am. I can't keep feeling like I'm not good enough."

He looked around the room like he was desperately searching for something and his eyes finally landed on a plate in the sink. He stomped over to it and pulled it out only to slam it on the floor.

"What the fuck are you doing?" You yelled, gesturing to the shattered pieces on the tile. "That's the good china!"

"You think I give a shit right now, y/n? 'Cause I don't. I don't give a shit about the dumbass plates. An' I dunno why you keep bringing up this shit about how you had to be my secret. I thought that was something we agreed on in the beginning that I wouldn't go broadcastin' the fuckin' love of my life all over the goddamn place. You're a literal walking bullseye for all of the assholes out there that want to hurt me. Or lure me in. I ... Jesus fuckin' shit, y/n. Why're you just now bringing this shit up?" He rubbed his eyes with the heel of his palms and laughed an uncomfortable laugh. "How long you been holdin' on to this for. Huh?"

You couldn't answer him. You just looked at him with tears streaming down your cheeks and your bottom lip quivering.

"Yeah. That's what I thought. You don't have to tell me. But you do have to take responsibility for this shit show you're starring in. I can't believe I let you back here. I can't believe I let you back here. God. Fucking. Damn it. You should leave." He turned and walked toward the bathroom, slamming the door shut behind him.

You heard the shower turn on and you knew that he needed a moment. So did you. But since when did you do what was best for you and him lately? Why start now?

Not even bothering to knock on the bathroom door, you barged in and stared at the naked man that stood before you. Once you were able to tear your eyes from his ridiculously beautiful body, you collected your train of thought and began yelling at him.

If there was one thing that really drove you crazy about Katsuki, it's his ability to remain unfazed by some things that are said to him. Whether they're said out of anger, hatred, frustration, or whatever. He could turn his receptors off at a moment's notice and just stare right back at the person blankly. Complacently.

"It takes a special kind of asshole to pull off the audacity that you walk around with all the time. You know that? I don't know if this is all your parent's fault or if this was some shitty personality trait you picked up on your own along the way. But you are such a shit that I can't even look at you right now!"

"Ah! But see, you weren't looking at me. And why'd you come in here if you can't even look at me right now? See, I think, that you can look at me. I think you want to look at me. You done starin' at my cock though, babe?" He asked you, in a deeper than usual voice. "Y'know, s'all yours, still, darlin'. Wann'it?"

Your chest was heaving at how angry you were at him right now. And for just a split second, you smiled. He cracked your armor and made you feel something other than the hurt that was boiling over in your gut.

"Oh-hoh, you fucker." You exhaled a chuckle. "You stupid fucker. You know what. I'm done. I'm just done. I don't want any part of your shit anymore. I'm leaving. I should have left when you told me to. But I'm a dumbass and just can't leave well enough alone. It's just -"

Katsuki interrupted you, "It's just ... you wanted to see my cock again." He tilted his head down to see your eyes. "Am I right? You don't gotta lie to kick it, baby girl. You never had to lie to kick it. Now, why don't we talk about what you really want to talk about. My fat ... hard ... cuh-ah-k." He punctuated each syllable with exaggerated annunciation.

You choked on the glob of spit you were trying to swallow. But what didn't go down your throat before, surely wasn't going to now. Now that he'd pointed out that his cock was, indeed, hard.

It was true. You did want to see his cock one more time. You missed it so much. It was so perfect. You couldn't believe that it was yours to play with anytime you wanted. The thought made you blush. Even standing here with the man you'd been with for 3 years. He still made you blush.

The thought occurred to you that maybe you two just needed to fuck it out. Get this frustration out of your system. But you knew it went well beyond angry sex.

"Tempting, Kats. It's all real tempting. Boy. And when you're being so romantic and sweet about it too. May I? May I try to appeal to you too?"

"Fuck. Yes. Appeal until you're blue in the face." He smiled and looked completely amused by your willingness to go along with this. "You think I'm gonna say no to ya? I told ya. It's yours. It's all yours. Take it, baby girl. Take it all. Just like I took your heart. An' I'm not fuckin' givin' it back, ya asshole. Callin' me an asshole. Tch."

"Shut up, shut up. Ok. Lemme see if I can be half as charming as you were just a minute ago. *ahem*", you cleared your throat before you started in on your attempt to show him just how stupid he sounded to you.

"You wanna see my cuh-n-tuh? You don't gotta lie to kick it, big boy. Just tell me what you're thinking about, c'mon ... whis-per ... to ... meee. Tell me what you really want. You want my tight ... wet ... pus-sy?"

Katsuki rubbed the back of his neck. "You think you're so damn funny, don't ya? Well, you're not. You're not cute right now. You're not being very funny. And you're asking for it. I'm fuckin' tellin' ya, you're gonna get what you have comin', ya little brat."

"Oh, am I? Well, what's that, big boy? Are you gonna make me laugh? Tickle me with your words? Huh? Oh, wait, wait. Let me say it like you would. HAHHH? You sound like an old man when you say ‘huh’." You laughed at your own joke and started to walk away.

He reached out and grabbed your wrist, pulling you back into the bathroom and slammed you into the wall, kicking the door shut so it slammed again. This time seemed so much louder to you, though.

You grunted at his brusque movement of shoving your back against the wall. It wasn't entirely unpleasant. But you were surprised that he could want this in the throes of fighting for your future together.

He looked down at you and smiled, his mouth slightly open. His breath hot on your face. "What's so funny?" He asked you. "What's ... so goddamn ... funny?"

You were aware that he was trying to rile you up. And you could throw yourself out the window right now for playing into it. He knew how to move around you. He knows how to move around you to get what he wants. Hell, half the time, in the past, he could just look at you the right way and you'd be bouncing on his lap while he sat with his arms outstretched on the back of the couch. Watching you like you were the only other person on the planet.

The memory made your body flush with heat. It started in your core and spread to your thighs and cheeks. You noticed your heart was beating faster than it was when you were screaming at each other. There's just something about quiet Katsuki that always got you.

He bent over and ran his lips along the shell of your ear and said, "I'll ask you again, baby cakes, what ... is ... so ... fuckin' ... funny? I think you want me to drag it out of you, yeah? You remember what happened the last time you were bein' sassy to me, don'cha? I had a good time that day. Can't say for sure if you did or not. But if memory serves me righ', you came 7 times that hour. God, you were bein' a smart ass. Was it 7?" He rubbed his chin against your shoulder. The stubble raking across the soft fabric created a scratchy sound that made you squirm.

You turned your head to look him in the eye and said, "It was 8, actually." You smirked and watched his expression change from lust to surprise.

"It was ... hah. I must've missed one. Well, then, I should try harder. No? Maybe I'll make you laugh. Or maybe I won't. Maybe I'll just make you moan and cry my name."

You closed your eyes as he ran his hand up the inside of your thigh. "Stop playing with me, Kats. This isn't ... this isn't how it should be." You couldn't believe you were saying those words. But they were the truth. This wasn't how it should be.

But it was how you both wanted it to be. You knew it. You knew that neither of you had the willpower to stop this. To turn away from it.

"You want me to stop, darlin'? You want me to walk away from you, go back to the shower, and pretend like this never happened? Is that what you want?" He was so close to your face that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin.

You shook your head, still looking him in the eye. "No. I don't want you to stop. I want you to make me laugh. And moan. And ... and cry your name. But, Kats ... just, don't fuck with me right now. Ok? Just ... don't. Please. I can't handle it right now."

"Ok. I promise. No fucking with you. I'll keep it real. If I'm gonna laugh at you, I'll laugh because you're being funny. I won't fuck with you. I don't wanna make you mad at me. Not right now. Just wanna make you ... happy. Make you feel good. Make you feel like you used to. Like you should. Like we should."

You closed your eyes and nodded. You wanted to believe him. You wanted to believe that this was just something that you two needed to get out of your systems. Something that had been building for weeks and was now about to spill over.

You leaned forward and pressed your lips to his, pulling him in by the waist. He kissed you back and lifted your leg up, pressing his hardness against your thigh. The feeling made your head spin. It made your body ache for him.

He grabbed your hand and guided it to his cock, letting you wrap your fingers around it. You felt him flex and harden even more in your grip. You sighed and bit your lip. You wanted him so bad.

"Take it off." He said. He took a couple of steps back and looked at you, serious as hell. "Take it all off. Let me see you." He watched you.

You stood there, still pressed against the wall, and pulled your shirt up and over your head, tossing it to the ground. You reached behind you and unclasped your bra, letting it fall to the floor on top of your shirt. You slid your pants and underwear down your legs, stepping out of them and kicking them away.

You stood there, naked and vulnerable, waiting for him to say or do something. But he just looked at you. Like he was trying to memorize every curve and angle of your body. Like he wanted to remember what you looked like.

"You're so goddamn beautiful, y/n. So fuckin' beautiful." He took a deep breath and shook his head, running his hand through his hair. "You ready for me?"

"I - yes. I'm ready. Are you? Are you ready … for me?"

"More than you could ever imagine." He stepped toward you and wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up and carrying you to the bed. He laid you down and looked at you, his eyes searching yours for a moment before he started to kiss his way down your body.

He licked and sucked at your skin, leaving marks in his wake. He knew that he shouldn't be marking you up but he couldn't help it. He wanted everyone to know that you were his.

In whatever way he could have right now.

He would take it.

And he would leave it.

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xleeleeboox · 2 years

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gareth headcannons :)

Idk i dont think there are any warnings really, gn!reader, eddie steals something, a lot of fluffy stuff and random stuff please tell me how to spell headcannon thanks PLEASE read my note at the end too :)

815 words

I fully agree with the headcannon of his having anger issues, but he can control it much better now in his later years of highschool since I believe he uses his drums as an outlet

I also headcannon (is it two n’s or one?? Is there a space??) that he has sisters, but one older and one younger

Spends time with the little sister much more often and fights with the older one

Has both parents but the dad is literally always gone working and mom is just always somewhere in the house or out

I think Gareth gets flustered easily

I also think he cries more than any of the other boys in hellfire

Like he’s not gonna cry at just anything but if something hurts, he’s gonna cry, when this happens he just wants to hide his face because he thinks that it’s embarrassing

Calls you over when he is having a bad day just so he can bury his head somewhere on your body, your neck, shoulder, chest, back, stomach, thighs, oh god the thighs make him stop crying every single time

You will be sitting on the edge of his bed or smth and he pushes your knees together and then buries his head there, sure he can’t breath but that’s what helps slow it down right lol

Would get a bumper sticker that says “thick thighs saves lives” but never puts it anywhere

Eddie finds it and puts it on Gareth’s car, or takes it for his own van

Probably has a few pins on his cut off flannel that eddie got for him as a gift

He didn’t buy them he stole them but Gareth doesn’t know that

Gareth likes all kinds of music and slow dances to 60’s love songs with you in his kitchen at night

One day his family was out to dinner and a movie and Gareth wanted you over, his parents said yes, but they haven’t met you yet and when his family came home you two were dancing in the kitchen, holding each other with your foreheads against each other smiling with your eyes closed and his mom looked into the window from afar seeing you two, back handed his dad on the chest and said “hun look, i think we gotta meet this person”

Gareth is so in love with you and will show it he does not care

He pulls you onto his lap all the time

You cling onto his forearm and upper arm aaallllll the time and he is such a sucker, he literally melts especially if you are at the lunch table tired and gripping on his arm while laying your head on his shoulder, he moves to tangle his fingers with yours and kisses the top of your head

The rest of the table makes grossed out noises and you just smile with your eyes closed

Anything you do that shows you are comfortable with him he melts

Sing around him please even if you can’t sing well, he’s still gonna think that it was good because you are literally perfect in his eyes

I feel like Gareth got some connection with hippies, either his mom/dad is one, or you are, oh if you are a hippie or have that style just know that he planned your wedding already

Probably has baby names picked out already because he does want kids and he does want to get married, but only if it is you

Probably slept with a nightlight for the longest time and is still lowkey creeped out by the dark (same bby)

When you spend the night and need something that’s not already in his room, he will go walking through the rest of the dark house just for you

Tries not to look into the darkness because he’s convinced he will see something

Every time you come over or hang out with Gareth, you pull through a drive through for some fast food and a Dr. Pepper because yes i do firmly believe he loves Dr. Pepper

He likes cream soda, cherry and grape flavored candy,

hates lemon scented cleaning products because his mom always disinfected everything with it when he or his sisters were sick, not fun times,

Doesn’t like watermelon :/

Broken his arm and had a red and black cast, he insisted on the two colors rather than just the one, cried when they had to saw it off like they do with casts, kept it in his closet and has like two signatures on it, he was 11 probably

Does not sing in the shower, a psychopath

He only kind of likes scary movies, if they are actually good, does not like comedy movies, but likes action and adventure and all that

He would be a fan of marvel i know it

Uses pens but carries pencils just in case

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Let me know if you want more because im sure i have tons more random headcannons on gareth, do we want other characters? Hmu and let me know who you want headcannons like this for, will do

Steve

Robin

Nancy

Eddie

Mike

Lucas

Will

Jonathan

Argyle

Dustin

Max

Hellfire as a group

#gareth emerson #gareth stranger things #gareth x reader #gareth emerson x reader #gareth st x reader #gareth st #stranger things #st4 #eddie munson #hellfire #hellfire club #corroded coffin

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rinsuniverse · 10 months

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omg hi! can you do an argument with minghao but its like a happy ending? an angst to fluff if you will <3

[4:16]

resolving arguments with minghao! ✧˖°.

sorry for finishing answering this so late, my precious anon!

this is my first time doing something kind of angsty (i like writing happy things!), but i'll try my hardest for you!

imagine you're sitting in his bedroom, and this all started from minghao's partially-joking nagging

"ugh, i really feel so gross," you say, looking at your face in a handheld mirror. "why do i look like that? what the hell do you even see in me?"

"yah, how can you even say that?" he says, side eyeing you. "you're not gross."

"yeah, well, that's what you think."

"and what i think doesn't matter?"

"i didn't say that. and that's not even the point. i'm not lovable, and i don't deserve any of this."

he looks at you with his eyebrows furrowed in confusion

"are you crazy?"

"what? what do you mean?"

"why would you even say that?"

"that's how i feel!"

"well, that's really stupid."

"wow, minghao."

"what? i'm being honest. you are lovable and you deserve this. what else am i supposed to say?"

"do you even care about me? you're looking at me like i'm stupid for feeling this way."

"well, i mean, yeah, kind of."

"wow!"

"it's stupid for you to think that about yourself. none of what you're thinking is true."

"well, it's true that i'm feeling that way!"

"but it's not true that you're gross or unlovable or deserving of this. of me."

"but that's how i feel!"

"how you feel is wrong! are you trying to say you don't deserve me?"

"well, yeah!"

"then should we just break up?"

you look at him in utter disbelief

tears start stinging at your eyes

"isn't my boyfriend supposed to comfort me whenever i'm feeling insecure?"

"i already told you that what you're thinking isn't true. what else do you want me to say?"

"i don't know!"

"then how am i supposed to know?"

"minghao, you're really getting on my nerves."

"me? really?"

that's when angry tears start rolling down your face

"you're so freaking mean to me!"

and you turn to slam your face into his pillow on his bed and start loudly crying

he wasn't paying attention to the hurt in your eyes, and he was completely shocked when he heard you sobbing

all of the anger and frustration he felt immediately dissolves away

"hey... y/n, listen... just tell me what to do, okay? i'll do it. i'm sorry. please don't cry," he says, moving to rub your back as you cry

he slowly pulls you up and off of the pillow, moving to hold you in his arms

you bury your head into his chest and he sits there, holding you tightly

"you... you're so... you're so mean..," you say between sobs, hitting his chest with your fist

"you're right," he says, letting you hit him. "i'm so sorry, princess. i shouldn't have been so upset. you're so sweet and wonderful, and i'm so glad you're mine. you're my favorite person, and i truly believe you deserve me and everything good."

"thank you for that..." you say, sniffling

"are you okay now, pretty?"

"mmm."

he flips you onto your back, climbing on top of you and looking at you.

your eyes are still glistening, and your lips begin to pout

he leans in to kiss you on the lips, biting your bottom lip gently, making you giggle into the kiss

"stop laughing, dummy," he says, giggling back at you

"says you!"

"i love you so so so much more than you could ever understand. i shouldn't have gotten so upset when you already weren't feeling great, and i'm kind of tired."

"i love you so so so much."

"oh, i know. let me kiss you more."

i hope this is satisfactory, anon! have a super good day. thank you so much for requesting! feel free to request many, many more!

(p.s. requests are still open! i specialize in woozi stuff, but i don't mind writing about other svt members! so request whatever and as much as you want! ς(>‿<.))

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myfemininerageisbeautiful · 9 months

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Wisdom Teeth

A Tolya X Reader Fic

"Tolyaaaa," you whined through a mouth full of cotton as he half led half carried you to the car. "They took my teeth!"

He chuckled and opened the passenger door. "They did," he replied calmly. "Because your teeth were hurting you, remember?"

"But, but they didn't pay meee!" You began crying as your boyfriend buckled your seatbelt for you. Memories of staying up late to catch the tooth fairy were swirling around in your clouded mind.

"What do you mean?" Tolya fought not to laugh, but he couldn't hide his amusement.

"They were supposed to pay me!" You sobbed. Those stupid dentists had conned you!

"I don't think that's how it works, honey." Tolya patted your head and went around to the other side of the car to get in the driver's seat.

"They stole my teeeeeth!" You cried about it all the way home, despite Tolya holding your hand and doing his best not to laugh too much.

By the time he pulled into the driveway, you had mostly exhausted yourself. All you wanted was to be held.

When Tolya opened the car door for you, you tried to communicate telepathically that you wanted to be carried. That didn't work, so you made grabby hands. That worked. It always did.

"Aw," he cooed at you as he picked you up. "So cuddly." You did your best to burrow into him as he carried you

Tamar was in the kitchen, eating a sandwich while sitting on the counter. She had her own key to the place and would frequently let herself in like this.

She grinned when she saw you. "Hey, Y/N. How's the anesthesia treating you?"

You ignored her. There was a mirror in the hallway, and you wanted to see what the inside of your mouth looked likr. You wriggled out of Tolya's hold. "They're high off their ass," he informed his sister as he let you down.

You walked up to it and opened your mouth. You could now see the bloody gauze packed in there.

They were like little pillows. Maybe the dentists left the money under them, like the tooth fairy. That made sense.

You reached up to grab a piece, but Tolya caught your wrist before you could. "That needs to stay there, Y/N."

Your lower lip wobbled. "But..my money."

"What are they talking about?" Tamar asked.

"Y/N thinks the dentists owe them money," Tolya answered for you. To you, he said: "Come on honey, let's get you in bed. Tamar, get the ice cream for them.'

"They do owe me money!" You protested.

Tamar laughed, but Tolya just picked you up again and started walking to your bedroom. "If you want, I can heal the wound right now."

"First I want my money!" You demanded indignintly as he crossed the threshold to your room.

"I'll give you some money, okay?" Said Tolya. He deposited you on the bed, which took up almost half the room. It had to be big to allow him to stretch out fully at night.

You held out your hand. Tolya fished some change out of his pocket and put it in your palm. You looked at the coins.

"You bitch, my teeth are worth way more than that!" You cried as you threw them at him.

Tamar erupted into laughter as coins bounced off Tolya's chest.

"I'm a bitch?" He asked. "The sweet, caring boyfriend taking care of you is a bitch?" The corner of his mouth twitched upward, betraying how funny he thought this was.

"Yeah, Tolya!" Tamar backed you up. "Their teeth are worth way more than that!"

"I'll write you a check," the tall man said. "But right now I think you should eat something. Would some ice cream make you feel better?" You nodded.

As it turned out the only kind of frozen treats you had were grape popsicles. "Those are gross," you murmered, now feeling sleepy from all that had happened. "I want the orange ones."

"We don't have any," Tolya cooed as he patted your hair.

"I think you need to change the gauze," said Tamar, who for some reason was still there.

"Oh, right," Said Tolya. "I was gonna heal it, but I should probably soak up that blood first. Honey, open your mouth for me."

By now, you were more than a little tired. You wanted to go to sleep. You didn't care about taking care of your wounds.

When a yawn pried your mouth open, Tolya reached in and pulled out the blood soaked cotton in seconds. "Okay, now we can replace the gauze."

"My mouth is on it's period," you mumbled. Tolya burst put laughing.

"I'm on my period," said Tamar.

"Oh, you are?" Tolya turned to look at her. "Do you need anything?"

"Nah, I'm good. "

You leaned back against your pillow and closed your eyes. You let out another yawn. You were really tired. It had been a long day.

Tolya got out a new piece of gauze from the bag the dentist sent home, and started mopping up the blood in your mouth. "I'm gonna heal it now, okay?"

"Tolya, I don't think-"

Keeping your mouth open seemed like too much effort to invest in. You let your jaw fall shut around your boyfriend's fingers.

Tolya chuckled. "Y/N, I need you to keep your mouth open."

You yawned again and let your mouth shut once more. "Wanna go to sleep," you murmered. You were starting to feel rather pissed off.

"Come on-HEY!"

Tamar shrieked with laughter. "They really bit you! I knew it would happen eventually!"

"Oh, well I'm glad you think this is funny Tamar," said Tolya sourly.

"Want me to fix this for you? Because I can resolve this in seconds."

Then your head started to feel foggy and a sense of calm washed over you. You didn't object as Tamar opened your mouth and replaced the gauze. When she was done, the weird feeling left you.

"You slowed their heart?"

"It worked, didn't it?"

#tolya yul bataar x reader #grishaverse #tolya yul bataar #tamar kir bataar #fanfiction #tolya x reader fanfixtion #tolya and tamar #wisdom teeth #wisdom tooth extraction #x reader #tolya yul bataar x reader fanfiction

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pinkiepiebones · 11 months

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Dracfield, 6

A kiss where it doesn't hurt. Ooh, this one is gross and violent! Hope it was worth the wait.

It was cold.

It was very, very cold.

Renfield's fingers were numb to the temperature but he could still make out the feeling of stone beneath them. He had a vague awareness of his arms, torso, legs. He was face down, somewhere. Not great.

The former lawyer wanted to get up. His brain tried to relay the message. Neurons sluggishly fired. His nervous system blinked on and off, active and dead. His limbs would not move. He managed to turn his head. Okay, progress.

Renfield had managed to turn his head to the left. Through his right eye, he had a lovely view of the stone floor and his left arm, and a weird shape he dimly realised was his nose, broken, and beyond that, possibly a doorway. He could not see through his left eye.

It was missing.

Embers of panic started drifting across Renfield's wavering consciousness. It was too fucking cold, or was it really? Was he in some drafty basement or locked in a frigid cellar, or was he dying?

Had he spilled too much blood, yes, outside, yes, snow. He remembered snow. His blood steamed when it splattered. Always the guts, why. Staggering backwards. Raise a fist. A weapon, too fast, backwards, down. missing reel. Black.

Renfield tried to breathe. His torso erupted with pain and he coughed and gagged, cold blood and bile spilled from his mouth. A tear escaped his right eye, cutting down his cold skin like a hot knife. He tried to let out a pathetic cry, the mewl of a dying animal, but his lungs could not get enough air.

Cold cold cold cold cold. Sleepy. Hurt. Sleep.

He could feel his eye struggling to focus. He wondered if Master would replace him quickly, or if his absence would not be noticed for some time.

Renfield felt a searing pain, a different kind of pain, inside the back of his brain. His failing vision was suddenly sharp and grey. He did not tell his eye to dart around, to assess and gather information, but it did. And then it stopped. The blistering pain receded as quickly as it had invaded his mind and he whimpered hoarsely.

"Ma......ster....."

So cold.

So tired.

Renfield felt something. Barely, far away. He was being turned onto his back. A hand caressed the side of his face. Then slapped him. He giggled, his brain in oxygen-deprived delirium. Everything was blurry and cold.

And then, nothing

Renfield stirred and opened his one eye. Brilliant scarlet flames filled his vision. He was sitting in- no, in front of- fire. Hell? No, probably not. Hellfire wouldn't look so... cheery.

He couldn't do much aside from blink at the fire. He tried to turn his head but it dropped instead, chin to chest. He saw an elegant deep red velvet blanket and his own blackened fingers numbly clutching it tight around his body.

"You're frostbitten, so please do try to not break your fingers off," Dracula sighed from somewhere.

"Sav..." Renfield shuddered and coughed rather violently. "Me?"

Dracula sipped fresh blood, probably from a wine glass. "What was that, servant?"

Renfield coughed again, warm enough now to feel immense waves of pain as he did. "You... saved... me?" he asked between fits.

He could not see beyond the fire but he felt Dracula draw closer. Then he felt a hand on his head, fingers in his hair. He let out a startled cry when Dracula jerked his head to the side. His Master was kneeling beside him, dressed in a black cape lined with fur and a suit of black silk.

His Master's eyes were as red as the flames and cold.

"Yes, I saved you," he sneered, grinning. "You didn't deserve my grace. You were dying and I should have let you, but that would leave me having to find another familiar, wouldn't it? You never think of what consequences your actions will have, do you, Renfield?"

Renfield tried to shake his head 'no.' Dracula did it for him, while saying in a voice mocking Renfield's, "No, Master, I never think of how my actions affect you! I'm so sorry!"

Dracula let go of Renfield's hair and pulled his hand away. "It's a pathetic apology, but it will do for now," he said darkly. Renfield felt tears escaping his remaining eye again and flinched when he saw Dracula's hand move.

Dracula was touching his face. Tenderly. He had an unreadable expression on his face, something avian, something calculating. With his other hand, carefully, mindful of his claws, Dracula touched Renfield's wounds.

"The bones around your eye were broken," Dracula said gently, "and that caused your eye to be punctured. The jelly froze on your face. I had to pull it all out." He licked his lips and Renfield simply understood his Master had eaten his optic nerves.

"your nose was broken when you landed in that old cellar. Luckily, landing face down prevented your organs from expelling, though you did manage to waste a considerable amount of blood. And," he ghosted his claws against Renfield's fingers. "The frostbite. Which I mentioned before. Keep up." He used one hand to pull the blanket around Renfield a little more snugly. "Good thing you started a fire this morning. Much easier for me to throw wood in their instead of attempting to build one myself." He said this with an air of his old nobility- a prince does not make a fire, but he controls it.

Renfield was having trouble processing everything. Master's hand on his face was so comforting. Cool like marble, soft. He leaned into Master's touch and Master brushed a thumb claw against his sallow skin, wiping away a tear.

"Hurts," Renfield said quietly.

"Oh, I would be surprised if it didn't. I will heal you, but when I feel like it."

"Okay."

They sat beside the fire a quiet moment. Renfield's breathing was too soft and too shallow. Dracula furrowed his elegant brow. Shadows of a memory flickered in his mind; a soldier in the snow begging his prince to stay with him as he died. Dracula could not remember if he granted the soldier his last wish.

"Where does it not hurt, Renfield?"

Renfield blinked his eye, slowly. "Doesn't.... hurt..." he repeated, slowly. He made a noise, something like a sob and a laugh. "My eye," he choked out. "No hurt." He closed his eye. "No hurt."

Dracula leaned close and pressed a kiss to Renfield's eyelid. He leaned back and Renfield opened his eye, wide and wild and blue as the sky Dracula no longer saw.

Suddenly Dracula stood. He spoke with a tone that made Renfield feel more like a piece of furniture than a familiar. "I need to find another meal before I sacrifice part of myself to bring you back from the edge of the abyss, so do me a favour and don't die while I'm gone."

Master left, a flock of bats in the night. Renfield arduously raised his hand up to his eye and touched the place Master had kissed.

He smiled.

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