#like it pokes at that thing inside of some of us that can't help hurting other people sometimes

[whiskeyswifty]

there's something about "you won't remember all my champagne problems" -> "put on your records and regret meeting me" that i can't articulate like... how her music is so littered with wishes and hopes that they'll/we'll/you'll remember her, but here is the rare thread where for once, she wishes they'd forget her. she hopes for mercy from the pain she caused them. it's so much more than an apology for wrongdoing, it's more like an apology for starting something she knew she couldn't finish, for knowing she was going to poison the water first, for how she poisoned them forever in a way they may not have deserved entirely and will never be able to shake, just, you know, for always knowing, if not deep down, how it was going to end and still deciding to say hello in the first place. but more than anything, it's an apology for not feeling any regrets for the pain she caused them, not really, not when it came down to them or her and she knew she would choose herself every time without hesitation or remorse, and for how easy that choice was to make when pushed to make it, and that's reckoning with a colder, darker side of yourself that touches on something i deeply relate to and wish i didn't.

#like it pokes at that thing inside of some of us that can't help hurting other people sometimes #not maliciously just like knowing what they want and knowing you'll never give it #and still going along with it anyway because its easier to give them this small brief happiness now #maybe it's that you hope you'll be different this time #or you hope THEY will make you behave differently because you'll grow to love them in a way that changes how you feel apathy towards them #but deep down you know they won't and you won't and it all ends the same #and STILL you feel no remorse or regret because you had to save yourself from a situation that didn't suit you #even if you're the one who put yourself there #i mean lesbianism is at the core of mine so i can't speak for her but #yeah

[zsupika]

Would you mind sharing your thoughts For Love and Deepspace Boys, specifically what they need in their girls, their type? Thank you.

Love and deepspace boys' types

> my (oddly specific) thoughts on what the lnd boys' types would be

A/N: i really like this idea, so thank you for your request! Please, whoever reads this, don't take offense if my opinion doesn't suit you to your favorite, these are all just for fun <3 also these are longer than I expected lol so take these types lightly and let me know your thoughts in the comments and/or request more stuff like that! (also I didn't proofread so excuse any additional mistakes lol it's late and right now I can't bring myself to ×~×)

Xavier

Xavier would like someone who cares about him a lot

For example if he were to come home from a long mission, seeing you jump up from excitement from seeing him again, would make him melt

And when he gets hurt and you immediately come to him with a worried face, he'd adore you so much

I feel like he'd appreciate someone who's kinda quieter like he is

He likes moments were you just lay on the sofa and cuddle with each other without saying anything

It helps him relax and makes you two feel much closer

Words can't really convey how he feels about you so he prefers to show you by his actions, kinds similar to Zayne but I do think he'd make more of an effort to say it to you directly than Zayne

He'd like someone who's good with animals

Seeing how you care about them makes him feel soft inside

I also think he's a lot more bold in intimate moments than people might think so he'd like some who knows what they want in that regard

He likes when you tell him directly what you want

He also likes someone who's playfully and gets him flustered

He feels like he can let go and enjoy himself with you in that way

Zayne

He'd like a talker

Someone who talks a lot about how their day was and who asks him questions, making it easier to verbally communicate his feelings

He'd like having someone who understand how he feels without having to say it aloud

Having a partner that accepts that his job as a doctor is hard and his priority would be important for him aswell

He wouldnt neglect your relationship ofc but as a doctor saving people is your priority

So he'd want someone who doesn't take offense in that and understands him in that regard

He wouldn't want someone who's jealous really quickly

Someone who's confident in the relationship and who values trust and loyalty would be right for him

A bonus would be if you give good massages

He just sometimes needs them to relax

He'd appreciate you so much if you do that for him

He would like someone who's independent and takes good care of themself

I think he'd like someone who smells like/uses lavender parfum

Or any floras scent really but lavender helps him relax as well

I don't think he'd have any strong physical preference but I do think he'd appreciate if you take good care of your hands and nails

He would LOVE to look at your nails if you went to a nailsalon or if you painted them yourself

Bonus points if you painted little snowflakes or similar

He'd melt

He would like someone who gets hot easily in the summer so he can cool you down with his evol

It makes him feel strong and kinda protective like he can take care of you in that regard

Rafayel

Rafayel would like someone who's not very sensitive

He likes to make jokes that poke slight fun at you (in a playful way ofc) so he'd appreciate if you don't take them to seriously

Generally he'd love to have someone he can joke with

He'd someone he can playfight with cause its a lot of fun to him and makes him feel closer to you

To him it's really intimate to let someone that close to himself so he loves it if he can do that with you

He'd want someone who can appreciate the small things in life

And someone who appreciates art

Whether it might be looking at street art or going to museums, his heart would melt if you would start to talk about theories about the paintings and their meanings

He loves to see your face when you look at the drawings/paintings or whatever and would point out details that stand out to you

Bonus points if you're an artist yourself

He'd love to spend quiet time with you sketching or observing what you're doing

Physically, he'd like someone with interesting features

Whenever it may be your face, body, style or whatever, he'd like to see someone who stands out

He would want someone who talk with him when he's in the mood to and someone who he can spend quiet time with, without it getting awkward

He would love someone that teases him slightly

He'd pretend he doesn't like it but he actually does

For example if he were to (playfully) ignore you or something, he'd want you go try and talk to him until he gives in and talks again

He wouldnt like it if you just ignored him aswell.. It would bore him and make it seem like you don't care about him

Back to the physical features, I feel like one of his favorite things would be if you had an interesting mole or something like two eyecolors

He'd also like someone who doesn't complain too much

His clothes are pretty much always somehow covered in paint, aswell as his hands and sometimes face

If you were to always complain about that, he wouldn't like that

He'd need someone who laughs about it and helps him clean it up instead of throwing a fit

I think he'd also like someone who'd like to take baths with him

Not necessarily in a sexual way but just in a normal way

Basically you two washing each other, it makes him feel closer to you

He'd like someone who's comfortable with that

I think he'd also like someone who comes behind him to hug him or surprisingly showers him in kisses

It makes him feel appreciated if you'd make the first move

#love and deepspace #zayne love and deepspace #rafayel love and deepspace #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace xavier #love and deepspace x you #lnd zayne #Zanye x you #zayne x you #zayne x reader #zayne #zayne x y/n #zayne x mc #xavier x reader #lnd xavier #xavier #rafayel x reader #lnd rafayel #rafayel #rafayel x you #rafayel x y/n #rafayel x mc #lnd x reader #lads #lads zayne

[randofics]

Hey, sorry to bother you. Is there any chance you could do some more writing on the fic about being able to reach where the bots can't? Maybe them seeking out more and more chances to get help with it so they can feel them again (once again sorry to bother im not used to doing asks lol)

My first ask that I've actually finished! It took a few days, but I got it done. Hope you enjoy this anon!

Being able to reach where the bots can't Pt.2

After the men on base found out you could squeeze into Optimus's engine space and reach where they couldn't, they would call on you for assistance quite often.

Once after a battle, they were giving Optimus a thorough lookover for any serious damage when someone spotted leaking enerjon pooling underneath him. There was enough for everyone to get a bit worried. One guy spotted you walking into the hangar and yelled for you. The tone of his voice was enough for your happy face to twist with worry.

You sprinted over and bent down to look where they were pointing. Heart tightening at the sight, without hesitation, you slid underneath him to look. Finding a dripping trail of the blue fluid, you sat up on your knees and leaned against the inside of his wheel. "I need some electrical tape!" A hand tapped your side, and you grabbed the roll immediately, pulling out a long strip and tearing it off with your teeth.

Reaching up, you felt for the torn cables and hoses. Finding a matching pair, you quickly pressed the open ends together and wrapped them tightly to seal them. You did that for the other ones till you didn't see any more bleeding. Your heart racing in your chest, you leaned back against the inside of his wheel again and asked for a clean cloth. You wiped your hands clean and gently cleaned any surface of his engine that had drying enerjon.

His shocks creaked as the tension in his frame was released. The cables still hurt, but with your gentle touch, that was quickly forgotten.

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Crosshairs didn't like the feeling of things stuck in his plating, but if it meant possibly getting you to touch him in order to remove it, then he could tolerate it. Now he didn't do it on purpose it really was accidental. Nevertheless, he called you over for some assistance in removing the offending plant matter.

Once again, you leaned over into his engine space and felt around for anything out of place. Feeling the soft texture of a leaf, you touched your way down to the branch it was attached to and gave it a tug. You managed to pull it free, but the end was broken off somewhere inside the mechanics of his engine.

He was too low to the ground for you to slip underneath, so you called another person nearby to get you a set of carjacks. A minute or two later, they ran up with two heavy jacks in hand. Laying on the concrete, you felt underneath his bumper for parts of his frame you could use to lift him. Sliding the jacks into position, you cranked them both a bit at a time till his front end was up high enough for you to safely slip underneath.

Flashlight in hand, you scanned the underside of his engine for the green of leaves. Spotting one poking out, you slowly pulled it till the rest of the branch came free. "Is that all of it?"

"Yeah, that feels like all of it." With that, you slid out from underneath him tossing the branch to the side and starting to release the jacks. They slowly racked down till he was on his wheels, and you pulled them away.

He transformed and tested his movements a bit. With a grumbled thank you from him, you went on with your previous work.

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Bumblebee had a plan in motion. He'd purposefully gotten dirty so you would help clean him. He waited outside the hangar for you to arrive and honked his horn to grab your attention.

When you saw him rolling towards you, absolutely caked in mud, you had to do a double take. "What in the world did you get into bee?" You chuckle, shaking your head at his antics.

"Can you.. wash.. me?"

"You have a wash station inside bee. Why do you want me to wash you?"

A voice clearly from an old movie answered you. "It's gotten old darling"

"So you just want to change things up a bit?"

A happy whirring answered you. You sighed. "Well, I suppose I have the time. Just park by the wash station so the hose can reach you. I'll grab some stuff."

"So, do you want the water cold or hot?"

🎶"Shawty fire burnin' fire burnin'."🎶

You let out a snort at his music reference. "Ok, hot it is." You sprayed him down, trying to remove as much dried mud as possible before using the sponges. Surprisingly, you got almost everything off with the hose alone. Dunking a sponge into your bucket of warm soapy water, you splashed soap over his hood, following behind with circular motions. Scrubbing anything too stubborn with a wet cloth.

He was definitely enjoying this. Your hands all over him and the warm water running over his plating. It was over too soon, though, and you dumped the bucket in the nearby drain after giving him a thorough spray down to remove any leftover suds.

"Sorry bee, you'll have to get your undercarriage cleaned in the wash station. It's too hard for me to wash under there."

"That's alright."

He watched you walk away through a set of double doors nearby and then drove into the wash station, letting it blast his undercarriage with cool water.

You chuckled to yourself as you walked down the hallway. You knew exactly why he'd gotten so dirty, and you thought it was cute how he tried to play it off.

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Rachet had gone out with Bumblebee and Raf after Optimus suggested he take a break from the deskwork to stretch his "legs". He'd grumbled about it but relented. When he returned, there was some mud splattered on his plates that he didn't pay any mind to. When Arcee commented on it, he brushed her off, saying that he'd get cleaned up later.

You arrived at base after bee picked you up from work. And as soon as you saw the grumpy medic standing at his desk with mud on his white and rusty red paint, you rolled your eyes. Figures he'd be too engrossed in work to even shower.

Motherly instincts taking over you called his name with no response. A little louder the second time. "Rachet!" He didn't look at you, but this time, he answered. "What? I'm busy!"

"You need to wash off."

"Can't right now, there's too much to do."

"Rachet, I will spray you if I have to."

"Sorry, still too busy."

You let out an annoyed growl. Then, an idea popped into your head. You ran off to find some tools.

Slightly out of breath, you placed the buckets on the floor behind rachet and dragged an extra long hose to the same spot after hooking it to a nearby spicket. Turning on the water, you ran to the end with the spray nozzle and, without warning, sprayed him in the back. He jumped, letting out a yelp at the cold water. Whipping around, he glared down at you.

"Hey, I tried to warn you. Now transform so I can get all that dry mud off you." He rolled his optics, letting out a grumble of annoyance. Relenting, he transformed, and you smiled in satisfaction.

"Just be quick about it." You got to work spraying him down and sudsing him up. You had to sit on your knees on his tire to reach the center of his hood. Your chest pressing into him as you reached for the awkward spot. Internally, he was freaking out about it.

This definitely felt nicer than the wash station, though, and eventually, he was relaxing on his shocks, enjoying your thorough cleaning.

Once you'd finished his chassis and tires, you put on some swimming goggles and slid under his side. He'd been so entranced by your touch on his panels that he hadn't even noticed you slip underneath him. When he felt your touch on his undercarriage, he jolted forward an inch in surprise.

"Woah, Rachet!"

"Sorry, I didn't realize you were under there." He tried to speak as normal as possible, but you noticed the slight crack in his voice. Gently, you started scrubbing the cables and other parts that made up his undercarriage. You immediately took note of how tense he'd become and listened to any sounds he made.

He kept as quiet as possible, but he was definitely feeling things he hadn't in a few centuries. Luckily, no one was in the main room of the base at the moment. Even so, he didn't want you or anyone else to hear the noises his body was trying to produce.

You could, every once in a while, make out stifled grunts and groans, which made you grin mischievously. Eventually, though, you had completely cleaned every inch of his undercarriage that your small hands and the cloth you used would allow. So reluctantly, you slid out from under him soaked with soap and grime all over.

You stretched, removing the goggles and ringing out some water from the bottom of your shirt. "Woo! Now I need a shower." He transforms, looking himself over for a moment. "Ahem, thank you, y/n." He held his fisted servo over his mouth, looking anywhere but at you. "I could tell you enjoyed yourself." He looked at you wide optics, and you grinned up at him, giving a wink and walking away to take a shower of your own.

#fanfic #transformers fanfiction #transformers x reader #optimus x reader #transformers #transformers prime #tf bayverse #bayverse crosshairs #bayverse bumblebee #rachet #tfp ratchet #pt.2 #ask

[ghulehthezombiequeen]

Here kitty kitty - Sodo x reader

masterlist.

author's note: i felt bad after dropping three angst fics and then disappearing into the void so have some wholesome sodo 🫶

also i have a headcanon that all the ghouls purr whenever someone pets/scratches their sweet spots and they just melt in your arms and its just so absjdifhfbdbdjsjak i'm in love

other things to note: no pronouns used for reader, sodo gets kinda subby so if you squint there's a bit of suggestive tones (you'll have to squint so hard you can't see though)

word count: 877

“Hey, is it true that ghoul biology is similar to a cat’s?” You asked curiously, looking up from the book you were studying. You and Sodo were in the rehearsal room; Sodo was sitting down on an amp, practicing his solos for the recording of an upcoming album, and he wanted to get it down perfectly. You were just there because you didn’t want him to be lonely. “Um, yeah, why?” Sodo asked, keeping his eyes on his guitar. 

“Well, I’m just studying for my test, and… it says that to earn bonus points on the test, if I’m able to, I have to… um… make a ghoul purr.” You felt your cheeks burn as the words rolled off your tongue, and Sodo stopped playing abruptly. He stared up at you, trying to decipher if you were being serious or not. 

“…You what?” 

“It says only if I’m able to!” You defended yourself.  “Wait, wait, wait… let me get this straight.” Sodo uncrossed his legs, putting his guitar to the side gently. He then looked at you with a raised eyebrow. “You’re asking me… to help you get bonus points on a test… and you have to make me… purr?” He grimaced. 

“Um… yeah. That- that’s what the book says, anyway.” 

“Also, remind me why are you even taking that ghoul biology class? You’re not even a ghoul!” He frowned. 

You rolled your eyes and sighed. “Papa Secondo says that it’s good for a Sibling of Sin to memorize the biology of a ghoul inside and out just in case a ritual goes wrong and someone gets hurt. And it’s a required class for me to take before I take his Latin class.” 

“….Alright, that does seem like a valid point. Alright,” He sighed, folding his arms and standing up, walking over to the couch you were sitting on and looked down at you. “I’ll help you. But only because I know how cranky Papa Secondo can get.” 

You gave him a cheeky grin. “Wait, really?! Oh my gosh, thank you thank you thank you!” You jumped up and excitedly gave him a hug. You thought you were going to have to ask Rain or Mountain to help you, which would probably take longer considering their schedules were filled to the brim with activities. 

“Yeah yeah yeah, alright, okay, get off.” He grumbled, blushing as he automatically put his hands on your waist. He’d never admit it, but he loved hugs. 

“Sorry, sorry.” You giggled, pulling away. 

“Alright, so what do I have to do?” He sighed. He looked like he was already over it, although it had barely started. 

“Here, sit next to me.” You beckoned, and he sat to your left. You glanced at your book, reading the common sweet spots to scratch. “Alright, let’s try… the ears.” 

Your hand slowly went behind his ears, your nails gently scratching the soft fluff, making them twitch at first but stilled as you continued. Sodo let out a small hiss, not expecting the sudden stimulation there. His fangs started to poke out of his lips. 

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” You asked as you stopped scratching once he hissed.  “No… you’re fine. I just- wasn’t expecting it to feel like that.” He mumbled. 

“M’kay.” You continued scratching behind his ears, which flickered down then stilled. You felt a low vibration begin, and your eyes wandered to Sodo’s eyes, which were closed tight. “M…m…mrr….” He grumbled, causing you to laugh.  “Aw, this feels good, doesn’t it?” You asked, and he nodded vigorously. You glanced over his shoulder at the open book, reading that another sensitive spot was the top of their heads and their chins. You opted for his chin, bringing your other hand to rub his soft jawline.  “Mmm… Mrrrr… mrow… ah..” Sodo’s eyes widened as his mewls grew louder, his cheeks turning red. You bit your lip to hold back another giggle, but you couldn’t contain the smirk on your face. 

“Mrrrow…. Ah- hey! D-Don’t…. Mrow… Don’t laugh at me….” He growled, but it morphed into a purr, causing your giggles to spill out of your mouth.  “Awww, you’re so cute! Are you a good kitty? Yeah?” You cooed, continuing to scratch his chin and now the top of his head where his scalp was. When you moved your hand to the new area, his tail flicked against the back of the couch, hard. It then started wagging, tapping against the soft pillow behind him. 

He started purring like crazy, nodding vigorously at your question. “Mrow… y-yes, yes…. I’m good.. I’m a g-good kitty…” 

He started to curl up closer to you, his leg already on your lap. You scooped him up in your arms so that he was curled safely on your lap, continuing to scratch and pet him. 

You had sneakily pulled out your phone and snapped a few photos of Sodo in your lap, as he never usually acted like this. He hissed as he saw you put your phone back, to which you replied with a giggle, “Photo evidence. It’s what the book says.” 

He grumbled something incoherent but kept mewing and purring. 

As you reveled in this moment, you remembered: you’ll have to do this again for the end of the year-review test. 

#the band ghost #gender neutral reader #ghost #ghost band #ghost bc #fluff #wholesome #sodo ghoul #sodo ghost #sodomizer #sodo x reader #nameless ghoul #nameless ghoul x reader #dewdrop ghoul #dewdrop ghost #dew ghoul #dewdrop x reader #ghouls #sodo x male reader #sodo x female reader

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

A special sort of craving 3

Warnings: non/dubcon, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Lloyd Hansen

Summary: A stranger appears at your cafe and leaves you unsettled.

Part of the Backwood AU

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging.

The delivery truck shows up after noon. You watch as the driver unloads the bags of flour, the cartons of dairy, and several flats of eggs. You thank him and give him the standard tip. The last-minute call will save you time, especially since Carla called in. Thankfully, that girl agreed to help out for the party.

As you carry bags of flour in on a cart, you can't help but think of her. You made certain to extend her impromptu interview. She's shy, a bit jumpy, better kept in the kitchen which is exactly where you'll need her. You can't help but assume some of that has to do with that man. You noticed how he hovered, sat in the corner and waited...

Not long enough. You took the girl into the back to show her a few things and go over expectations. When you returned, he was gone. You sent her off with some day-old scones for her grandmother. Something about her makes you want to take care of her. She has an aura as if she's desperate for anyone to do so but is just too afraid to ask for it.

You try to shrug off the morning as you come back out into the sunlight. You're startled to find someone lifting two of the flour bags, almost effortlessly so. Then you're chagrined as you recognise the man with the mustache. He grins as he straightens and gives you a wink."Need some muscles?" He asks.

"Got a cart," you roll towards him.

"Nah, I got it," he hikes up the bags, dusting flour from the seams onto his black shirt.

"Really, you're going to hurt yourself."

"Trust me, honey, I know how to toss a bag around," he pokes his tongue out.

"You're not insured," you grimace, "just put it on the car--"

He strides past you before you can stop him. You shake your head. Whatever. You need to get the eggs and dairy inside. You focus on loading up both tiers of the carts and he returns to grab more flour. You ignore him as you turn up the alley and wheel around the back door.

You feel him behind you as you reach the door, propped open with a stopper. You push the cart inside and into the kitchen. He follows you inside, stacking the sacks with the rest. You face him with a heave.

"You can't be back here," you shoo him away as you twirl the cart around.

"What? I'm helping."

"I didn't ask--"

"Right, but look at you. You don't need to ask. A gal like you needs a strong man to look after her."

"Not really," you squint.

"With an ass like that, you need someone watching it--"

"Alright, I would appreciate it if you left. Right now. I don't need help."

"Honey, honey," he shows his palms placatingly, "I'm paying you a compliment. Whatsa matter? Does the husband not appreciate that peach or is he too busy at the office with the side piece--"

"You don't know me and you won't," you push the cart at him. He doesn't move and you don't stop, hitting his legs as he staggers back.

"Wow, what the fuck, sweet cheeks? That's rude."

"You're rude," you retort, "you're trespassing. Get out of my kitchen, now."

"Oh ho ho, spicy, I like it," he touches his fingertip to his tongue and gives a hiss before pointing at you. "I don't see gold on that finger, even if I did, it wouldn't stop me." He reaches out as you rear the cart back and go to hit him again. He catches it and leans forward as his timbre deepens to a sneer, "I'm interested now, honey buns. Very fucking interested."

He grips the cart and twists it, sending it clattering to the floor with a clang. You reel back and cover your ears at the echo. You stare down at it in shock.

"See ya around," he gives a two-finger salute, "hopefully from behind."

He spins and struts out, leaving you fuming and slightly addled. You trust he will keep his promise. There isn't much else to do around here.

🥧

Saturday arrives sooner than you're ready for it. You begin the day in the cafe, overseeing the general operations and readying for service at the B&B. Your new helper shows up early and is eager but nervous in her assistance. She takes orders well but is sheepish in her approach.

You have her roll out some dough for croissants, a simple process you're confident she can handle. She helps put pans into the oven and is more certain as she goes. By the time you're ready to leave, she's as good as jittering with nerves.

"I've never been to the B&B," she murmurs, more to herself than you as she gets in the front of the truck.

"You'll like it," Katherine says over her shoulder as she sits in the passenger seat.

Carla declined as she did indeed have a party to attend. You think you know where she'll be as there isn't a booming social scene in Hammer Ford. At her age, you wouldn't have done any different.

You drive along towards Thunder Lane. You wonder at the demographic you should expect. Carla's not really a peer to Thor, and even further away from Frigga. The last time you ventured up there, the event was refined. More a dinner party than a party party.

You arrive and unload through the rear doors, just like before. Your helper works diligently to help you bring in the prepped trays. As you get sorted in the kitchen, Gavin enters in his usual overdone attire.

"Miss, Madame Odinson has left her gratuity," he nears and offers an envelope, "she truly appreciates the effort."

"Is she not here?" You ask.

"Ah, sadly she has gone away with Monsieur Odinson. They celebrated at brunch before they departed," he explains.

"I suppose that makes sense," you accept, "no worries. We have everything ready. Would... Would it be more of a buffet style then?"

"Yes, I think that would work well, I don't think the guests will be sat very long."

"Right," you agree, "easier for us."

"There she is!" Thor's booming voice makes you jump, "it already smells wonderful in here."

"Thor," you greet with a taut smile as he greets you in his usual manner. He grabs you pie the shoulders and pecks your cheek sloppily. "Nice to see you too."

"Mmm, and you, new perfume?" He tilts his head.

"No," you sniff, "so... all this for a birthday?"

"Well it is a big one," he declares his eyes wandering over to your assistants, "you needn't hole up in the kitchen too long. You're more than welcome to come delight in your hard work."

"That's very generous," you say, "but we'll be cleaning up and all that."

"Ugh, forget about all that," he waves off your deflection, "I have a very special guest, she has a very particular palate. Did mother ask for seafood? Oysters? I hear they are an aphrodisiac."

"We don't have any oysters. Couldn't get them on short-notice, but we have crab and shrimp--"

"Same thing," he chortles, "anyhoo, it is my party, I can't be hiding by the ovens all night." He stops to kiss the other two girls on their cheeks with a 'ladies', and leaves. Katherine nearly swoons as the other girl looks ready to fall over.

"He's... loud," the quiet one says.

"And so handsome," Katherine purrs.

"Alright, we have to get this plated. And trays in the oven," you order them.

Music suddenly blares before reverting to a tolerable level. Oh, you're certain Frigga has no idea the sort of party she booked you for. Katherine stares longingly towards the door.

"If you get your work done," you say, "you can go out there.”

She beams with excitement and quickly turns to the cart to grab a tray. You sigh and glance at your other helper. At least she looks too scared to venture further into the fire.

#lloyd hansen #dark lloyd hansen #dark!lloyd hansen #lloyd hansen x reader #the gray man #a special sort of craving #drabble #series #au #backwoods au

[neet-elite]

↳ EVENT 01. Whitney Worship

Pairing: Whitney / F!Reader Genre: Smut 18+ WC: 2,652 Warnings: OOC, body worship, general worship, older whitney, fingering, established relationship, consent checks, praise kink Prompt(s): 05 — worship Wanna take part in the event?: CLICK HERE!!

A/N: YAYYYY thank you so much bby for being my first event request eee!!! my biggest fan MWAH smooching u sm right now. so happy i get to start this event off with something soft and loving <3 sending u so much love, thank u sm for your kind words and for always supporting me!!

(also i really want some more soft whitney content... u cant convince me that this man wouldn't absolutely dote on you the older he gets </3)

Deep in the recesses of his mind, he's always felt this way about you. A bit difficult not to, his heart stuttering from the first moment he met you, blindsided by how much he wanted to be yours— enough that his need remained buried under layers of dominance and control for years to come. But the stubborn little boy you learned to love was incapable of expressing his emotions correctly, in a way that could ever truly be understood; and yet you loved him anyway. Even through all the harsh words, the endless name calling, and the straight up abuse he had you suffer through, you loved him. How you're still by his side is beyond him, a twinge of hurt in his chest burrowing down to his tummy, soothed only by the cute little mewl you instinctively know to let out in encouragement. Describing himself as thankful doesn't even do his emotions justice, and words of praise even less so— though still he tries.

This is the least he could do in return for all those awful years he subjected you to. A gentle promise spread across the pad of his thumb, rubbing tenderly up and down your hip for you to giggle at. And God, what a pretty sound that is. You can hear how it tugs at his heart, can't you? Surely, because he can barely hear himself think over the loud thump in his chest. How even the comparatively innocent touch of his free hand squeezing at your waist is charged with intent, the way your pretty lashes flutter under him as his nails drag up and down your exposed skin so lightly that it must tickle causing his breath to hitch. He can't help but mumble a pitiful pretty, and pitiful is correct, because he's so fucking down bad for you that it's insane. Should be illegal, if he had anything to say about it. Pouting down at you when you whisper his name, followed by a sweet thanks that God he just wants to drink up, biting down on his bottom lip to try and hide the wide smile your dulcet tones bring out of him— but it's no use. Of course you can see right through him. Always have, only now he's not so afraid to hide his true nature.

That being his complete and utter adoration for you and your pretty little body, soft skin hot under his rough hands; it's nice, yknow. To just touch you like this, ignoring the underlying hint of greed shown in the tent in his underwear in favour of rewarding you simply for existing. Because you deserve to be treated like the best thing that's ever happened to him; because you are. And he needs to do right by you now, make up for his past mistakes with his tongue poking against the inside of his cheek in faux playful annoyance over your holier than thou position beneath him. The bottom truly holds all the power, don't you, love?

"I meant it. Too fuckin' pretty, s'annoying." He smiles, toothy and genuine when you smile back up at him. And he does mean it, fuck does he mean it. Leaning down a little to give your forehead a little kiss, trailing his lips down to your cheek only to place another, smiling against your skin when you giggle at his barely there touch grabbing at your waist to keep you in place for him to press a few more kisses at the corner of your lips in a teasing manner— a hoarse be patient crawling up his throat when you try to wiggle free to give him a proper kiss, but he soon gives in to your cuteness anyway. Letting his tongue poke out just a little against your lips, chest vibrating with a satisfied hum he moans down your mouth when you reciprocate the lewd action. But still, he'd like to take his time. Making out with you so slowly, still letting his hands roam up and down your naked body with purpose, as if mapping every possible inch of you in the event that you were to ever leave him— the thought of which has him kissing you deeper in a silent beg for you to stay. See, I love you.

Running his wide open palms up to your tits, letting himself cup them as delicately as possible as if he were afraid that anything stronger would have you shattering beneath him; a far cry from his younger self, he internally cringes at the memory. But in his kiss there lies hope. Hope for a better future, to become a better man for you. And that starts here, with every suck of your tongue inside his wanting mouth, every drop of shared saliva down each others throats, and every grope of his big hand against your tits. The other rests idly at your waist, dipping down just to playfully pinch at the fat of your thighs; one of his favourite places to be between.

He pulls away from your lips when he feels you do the same, enamoured by the string of saliva still stretched between his lips and your own as if it were an extension of you, and by that he means deserving of all the love he can muster. When you simply stare up at him with those big puppy eyes he has to bury his face against your chest just to hide the creeping heat on his cheeks, content enough to turn his attention to your tits with one getting palmed by his hand, and the other receiving his mouths tender treatment. Surely you won't complain about his cowardly hiding if he were to devote more time to pleasing you, right? Lapping at your nipple like a kitten, savouring every sigh, hiccup, and moan you make while he busies himself with indulging in your taste. Worshipping every inch of you as he shuffles his body closer between your legs, gasping into the feeling of his rock hard cock rubbing against his underwear which rests heavy at your cunt. Not that he has any intention of doing anything about it, because loving and doting on you is pleasurable enough for him, slurping and sucking and pinching as a means to communicate: I'm sorry, let me make it up to you.

Because he's never really been the best with words, opting instead to pop off of your pretty tits with a loud smack! only so that he can see how cute your expression gets when you feel his hand travel further south, ghosting over your skin just to have you shiver into him, make you feel as good as you've treated him, yeah?

"Dunno what I'd do without you," He sighs, almost whispering from how sincere his words are. "Wanna show you how much y'mean to me. S'at okay?"

Instinct begs him to attach slut on the end of his question, but your wide eyes and rushed gasp in shock of how soft he's being convinces him not to.

You take a moment to reply, and in the meantime he takes to running a single finger up and down your already sopping slit. Proof enough of how much you love him, and yet still he feels the need to earn your affections again and again, sorry remaining at the tip of his tongue regardless of how often you remind him it's okay.

But when you give him a sure nod he's immediately filled with boyish confidence, determined to prove his worth for as long as he needs to in order to properly apologise to you, and then to revere you as you rightfully deserve. He knows he's got his work cut out for him, but he's nothing if not stubborn when it comes to you, for better or for worse.

"Thank you." He whispers this time, finally allowing his fingers to stretch your folds open for him to gawk at. Hearts in his eyes and all, fuuuuck, he has to fight with himself not to tug his boxers down and just shove his cock in right there and then— because he's meant to be worshipping you. But you make it incredibly difficult for him to focus on anything other than how fraught with sheer desperation he is for you, distracting himself from his more indulgent thoughts by thumbing at your clit, clenching his teeth at the sweet little sounds his fingers touch out of you. Reaaaally taking his time, perhaps a bit too much so when your lower half wiggles under his thumb. Inwardly, he laughs at his previous words of patience; don't you know that he's trying to love on you?

"Need it that much, huh?" He gently taunts, though there's no malice in his words. Just amused domesticity, a certain warmth to his tone borne out of complete admiration for how... Well, if he's honest with himself, how perfect you are— in every respect! Every fibre of his being just begging to be allowed to worship you for the rest of his life, to have you see yourself the way he sees you.

You once again nod up at him, pretty pleading eyes coaxing him to fall further into you, to rub meaner circles against your puffy little clit like he's done plenty times before; except you're asking for it now. And there's no greater feeling in the world than to have his prayers answered as your slick coats his fingers in anticipation for his praises.

"All right then, pretty girl. Ask and you shall receive."

And true to his words, he slides his fingers down your slit and dips into your cunt. Just a little, and only one finger. The lazy pace of his actions frustrating even him, but he knows it'll all be worth it. Has to be, especially when you're huffing so cutely back at him given all his teasing thus far, jus' a little more he promises you, unsure if he's even telling the truth when you mewl all pretty and shit— God you're gonna be the death of him. Torn between teasing you all night, prolonging his prayers until the sun comes up, or giving you the release you're so desperately seeking, every squeak of the bed below your movements hypnotising him further. All he wants to do is make you feel good, praise your body to the high heavens, kiss every single inch of your skin and whisper sweet nothings against your cunt. A simple ask, really, considering you're more than wanting him to do exactly that.

So he follows through, lazily pushing a single finger inside of your warm little hole and he practically melts himself from the heat wrapped around his digit. How soft and fuckin' tight your little cunt is around him, the slow nature of his loving tonight allowing him to experience you in a whole new way; something more akin to appreciation, rather than the days of greed in the past.

"Feel okay?" He checks in with you, though there's really no need. He can tell from a mile away that your scrunched up little nose means you're having fun, but it's nice to ask anyway. If only to boost his own ego, or to show that he's serious about changing for you. "You feel— I mean, fuck. Always feel amazing," He swiftly corrects himself, chewing on his bottom lip out of habit while curling his finger inside of you, gently pulling it out and pushing back in— a slow enough pace to give you a little relief whilst also keeping you on that edge he'd like you to be at. "Always have, best cunt I've ever fucked." He's being sincere, but he cringes at the crass way his praise comes out anyway. That is until he takes a look at your face, peeling his gaze off of your finger swallowing hole for just a moment, and he bares witness to the lewd look you've now adopted.

Fuckin' praise slut, he should have known it all along, but having confirmation in the form of your rolled back eyes from a single fucking finger was worth the wait. You're worth the wait, and he can only hope that he is too when he picks up the pace. Just a little, encouraging you to writhe around a bit more, cooing down at you so sweetly in stark contrast to his usual self.

"Look so pretty like that," the finger inside of you buries deeper, curling consistently against your sweet spot until you're practically clawing at his wrist for some respite— but it doesn't come. Not out of spite, but out of love for you, he continues crooking his fingers against your squishy insides because he knows what that whine means. Gushy little cunt wrapped so tight around his finger, sucking him further in despite your desperate whines for a break. All he does is hush you tenderly, tongue between his teeth in fear of snapping and reverting back to his old manners when you look so fucking perfect with his finger inside of you, his eyes flickering between your pretty face, heaving tits, and your shiny with slick cunt.

"C'mon—" He seethes, brows furrowed in concentration of praising you, getting you off on his hand would be the highest compliment, he thinks. "Let me make you feel good, jus' give in, 'kay? He encourages, a sinful smirk tugging at his lips when your mouth falls open in a silent gasp.

Got you, he thinks to himself. Cock twitching merely from getting you off, from making you moan his name all high pitched and pretty like that while you gush around his finger, soaking through to the bed sheets below when he starts finger fucking you again to help you ride your orgasm out nicely. And the whole time he's thanking you. Softly rubbing up and down your side, occasionally groping at your tits, tugging at your ass while your insides convulse around him. Thank you, he sighs. "Thank you for trusting me."

"Thank you for sticking with me."

"Thank you for letting me see you like this."

"Thank you for believing in me."

"Thank you for cumming on my hand."

And even as he removes himself from you he's still worshipping you, practically eye fucking you as he shifts his weight down, ending up half laying on the edge of the bed to tug you closer, hands firmly wrapped around your thighs so he can sniff up and down your slick soaked slit. Vulgar as always, but it doesn't matter when he's so pussy whipped it's almost laughable, right? Maybe he should feel ashamed about how much he wants you, embarrassingly acting like a dumb dog when faces with your cunt like this— salivating from your scent alone. But upon sticking his tongue out flat against your slit to lap up all your sweet juices he figures it doesn't really matter. It couldn't matter when you taste this fucking good, cock leaking fat globs of precum from just a single suck of your clit. He quickly runs a hand through his hair, flipping his fringe up and out of the way for easier access to your sweet soaked cunt, he's serious about this, don't you know?

"Jus' cleanin' y'up." He slurs against your hole, wincing with you when you complain about how sensitive you are.

But that's okay, because if you cum on his tongue (which he's hoping for, fuck he wants you to gush in his mouth please—) then he'll just help you clean up again. And again. And again. As many times as he needs to until you instinctively know how worthy you are of worship, and how he loves you just oh so much.

#500 event! #i hate that this is technically an “aged up” writing but yknow #HES ALREADY AN ADULT ITS OK #dol smut #whitney the bully #degrees of lewdity smut #dol fanfic #degrees of lewdity fanfic

[bonny-kookoo]

Jungkook: Lacrymaria olor(4)

In which Jungkook can sense that you want something from him.

Tags/Warnings: Alien AU, Alien!Jungkook, Human!Reader, Angst, Blood and Violence, Strangers to I don't know?

Additional Chapter Warnings: have you forgotten about this yet because I haven't, dead dove do not eat (murder, cruelty?)

Length: short

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Jungkook is a naturally heavy sleeper.

On his planet, he's the apex predator after all- he's got no natural enemies, nothing could truly hurt him other than one of his own kind. However, you are not- you've adapted as your role of mere prey, constantly waking up from any sound. Currently, there's a flock of bird-like creatures sitting on the windowsill outside, pecking the glass occasionally. Their glowing red eyes spot you awake, curious head tilting from left to right as if to muster you.

It would be fine if it was the size of maybe.. a crow or something. But this thing? It's more the size of a dog.

The worst thing is that the window isn't even closed. Jungkooks leaves it partially open because he can't sleep when it's too warm, and while you never minded in the past, right now with the animal poking it's beak in, you're absolutely terrified.

So you wiggle around, trying to get out of Jungkooks grip- but it's no use. "Jungkook.!" You whine, trying to wake him but he just- doesn't. He simply growls almost under his breath, pulling you even closer.

But what's also coming closer, is the animal.

It's claws click on the wooden floors closer to you, tail being dragged after it as it seems to explore the room first before it targets you in the Temian's arms. Its now that you turn around and bury yourself in Jungkook's arms, trembling from the fear of what's to come.

Until he moves, one hand pushing you behind him while the other holds the strange animal by its throat, rest of the flock outside hurrying away from the sound of its struggle.

There's a strange reflectiveness to Jungkook's eyes, like a cat's, as he holds the animal in a strong grip while slowly getting out of bed. The window is opened, the creature flailing wildly in his fist as he holds it by the neck still, and in horror you watch as Jungkook clenches his jaw for a second before he breaks it and let's the corpse fall the long way down to the ground, where the other 'birds' begin to feed on it.

The window is closed after that, noise silenced as he turns towards you again.

It's moments like these that remind you that he's not someone who sees the act of taking a life as something never to be done, but rather as a way of solving problems, in a way. He's dangerous, definitely- but still, something odd inside you makes you remind yourself that he promised to never hurt you.

That he cares for you, and cares about you.

"Did it hurt you?" He asks in a raspy tone as he crawls back on the bed, now sitting on his knees as he sleepily inspects you for any damage done. You simply shake your head, before you lean into him, arms holding onto his body as best as you can.

Unbeknownst to you, hugging and skinship is something entirely intimate in his culture. It's not taken lightly, it's not done with anybody. In this moment, he thoroughly enjoys thus intimacy with you, chuckling a little when he notices your fear slowly leaving your scent for him. "I forgot they might see you as potential prey. I'll have some safety nets installed on the windows so they can't come in anymore." He gently explains, slowly helping you into a more comfortable position, laying down with you again. "Do you enjoy my company?" He wonders randomly, and you nod.

"You're safe." You say quietly. "You protect me."

"That I do." He nods proudly, eyes closed as he holds you close. "Its good that you're aware of this."

"Its hard not to be." You answer. "I'd be dead without you."

"Probably." He nods. "But I won't let that happen." He quietly promises, opening his eyes again for a second to face you. "I can imagine officially Courting you, you know?" He informs you, and you look at him with wide eyes.

"I- aren't you doing that yet though?" You wonder, a little confused.

"Huh? No, not at all." He says. "Do you not court mates you're interested in on earth?"

"We.. I mean, we go on dates? Like, we go out to eat traditionally, and.. spend time. That's it." You offer, and he scoffs.

"No that's not how it works here." He almost pouts. "How would you know that I'm a worthy partner if I don't prove myself to you?" He questions.

"But I already know that you are..." you start- before noticing what you just implied.

And he suddenly grins, looking at you with the most innocent, sparkling round eyes you've ever seen, before he moves to lean over you, excited eyes falling to your lips before they find your eyes again, silently asking a question you can hear loud and clear.

As you nod, he instantly leans down his head to kiss you, though its neither hungry or hurried. It's as if he's demanding time to wait for now, to stop and give him all the time he wants as he offers such a gentle gesture to you. He himself doesn't truly know why he feels so strongly towards you- in the beginning, it had been nothing more than curiosity to find out what made his past mate leave him for something so frail and selfish like a human being. But somewhere along, the line between simple fun and actual romantic interest had blurred, and right now, as he opens his lips to run his tongue along yours, he knows he's a goner.

But he also does not care, especially not when he parts from you for a second, your hands holding on to his clothes, trying to pull him back in. There's no way he could ever let you leave any longer.

So he keeps you a little closer tonight as he dreams of his plans to prove himself, all while the birds outside still pull apart one of their own.

#bts imagine #bts fanfic #bts fic #jungkook imagine #alien jungkook #alien!jungkook

[pasta-in-the-pudding]

Hey!! I really loved your writing of some of the proxies with a child! Spoiled reader (can’t remember exactly what it was called, but the reader was bratty and princessy) and I’d like to ask for something similar!

Could you possibly write jeff, toby, ej and anyone else you’d want to add with a child! Reader that’s a lot like young Ellie Williams from tlou 1?

So swears a lot, a bit rude/blunt, quite tomboyish, but overall just a funny and badass kid?

(Extra points if you make them good with weapons, like guns, knives, bows, etc.)

If you can’t do it, no worries! I really love ur writing and thought I’d leave a request <33

Ooooh! I've been wanting to play tlou for so long!

Thank you so much for requesting!!

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Creeps with a Child!Ellie Williams!Reader

Jeff

You are Jeff's favorite

You are often his "sidekick" on missions

He gets in trouble for teaching you new swear words

If one thing doesn't go your way, you are screaming "MOTHER FUCKING BITCH"

Everyone in the room gives Jeff the stink eye

Jeff just laughs his ass off

You are also his personal fashion advisor

"Should we go clothes shopping at Hot topic or Claires"

"They're both overpriced we're better off dumpster diving"

"sniFF...im so proud 🥹"

Hes a big brother to you

If you're on a mission with him, you will be the designated weapon carrier

And the sneak attack

You run up his arm, jump off his back and ATTACK!

He dresses you up in his mcr merch and you absolutely go to concerts together

You get to ride on his shoulders, and he buys you anything you could want from the venue

Even Smile dog has taken a liking to you

He wil lick your face, and protects you like you are his own child

Mind you, this is the dog that hates everyone

Toby

You make him nervous/pos

With you being so reckless, and clearly lacking a positive adult influence, it makes him worry

But he does enjoy your wild side

For instance, when being introduced to his raccoon children, you were the only one that actually cared about them

The raccoons like you too, knowing that whenever you're around, they get treats

He is one of the few creeps who helps you set up your room when you first arrive at the mansion

He buys you your first set of toys and new clothes, as well as getting you your own pocket knife

"For protection" he says

He knows good and well youre gonna use it to dig out your toenails lmao

He also pays you to do his work for him

Example:

"Heeey y/n! You want some candy?"

"Hell yeah!!"

"Thats greeaaaat! All you have to do is wrangle smile dog for me and bring him back inside!"

Challenge accepted

And hey, you when he took you to the gas station, he even let you get a slushie!

Eyeless Jack

When you heard of all the nasty stuff jack keeps in his medical wing, you immediately wanted to check it out

You found all sorts of things

Liver, intestines, blood bags...

Lots of gross stuff to fuel your interest

For about 30 minutes

Then jack came back into the medical wing

He picks you up by the collar of your shirt and glares at you

You giggle innocently "um...oopsies?"

"Don't try that with me. What were you doing in here"

"I just wanted to look..." you mumble in a whiny tone

He sighs and rubs his face, before placing you back down on the ground

"Well, you've had your fun. Now get out."

You pout "awww come on! Can't I stay just a little longer?"

Good lord how your whining hurts his head

He massages his temples before handing you a scalpel

"Here. Now run along and go find something dead to poke at"

You gasp and observe the shiny metal for a moment, before running off and doing just that

#creepypasta #creepypasta x y/n #creepypasta x you #slender mansion #creepypasta x female reader #eyeless jack #ticci toby #eyeless jack creepypasta #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x y/n #toby rogers x reader #ticci toby x reader #toby erin rogers #ticcy toby #jeff the killer x you #jeff the killer x male reader #jeff the killer x reader #jeffery woods #jeff the killer

[billlydear]

Hi! This is kinda a heavy topic so feel free to skip if you’re not comfortable! Could you possibly do a writing of how Billy would react to his usually stoic and strong s/o going though something really upsetting and crying to him? I recently lost a loved one so I could use some comfort :( and Billy looks like he gives good hugs.

ROLE REVERSAL - BILLY HARGROVE X READER

W.C 1035 - REQUEST - MASTERLIST - CREDIT TO GIF OWNER

i'm so sorry for your loss, i hope that this is able to help, and if there's anything else i can do to cheer you up, please let me know &lt;3

It's not typical for you to show up at Billy's door crying. Usually it's the other way around, tears gathering in his bruised eyes threatening to slip down his stinging cheeks, waiting in the safety of his saddened gaze until he's in the sanctuary that your embrace has to offer.

He's so familiar with this routine, get hit, fall down, get up, go home, cry, that when it's reversed, when his home comes to him crying, his stomach twists with an uncomfortable feeling.

He meets you on the doorstep, though not because he's afraid of Neil seeing you. The couple is out for the weekend, and Max was supposed to be asleep hours ago, though Billy has a sneaking suspicion she's still up.

It was no trick of the light, there are tears on your cheeks. Something prickles in his chest, hot, angry, sharp, but you butt your head against his front and his heart steps forwards to block it from hurting you. Instead you meet the soft material of his fleece jacket, something that he'll never admit to sleeping in in front of his friends.

"Y/N," He wraps his arms around you by instinct, and you cling to him, so he knows he made the right choice. Your chest is convulsing with sobs he doesn't know the cause of, and every second that he sits there and lets you suffer makes his teeth clench.

"Angel," He keeps his voice low and sweet for the amount of anger brewing inside of him, tilting your chin up with his fingers hooked beneath it, "What happened? Who did this to you?"

Billy sees tears on your cheeks and wants to fight. He knows fighting means crying, and if he can fight back for once in his life, then you won't cry anymore. But you shake your head vehemently, face smearing against his chest and leaving dark tearstains where your eyes rest.

"Talk to me," He pleads, and he probably sounds more brash than he wants to. He's just desperate, he can't fix things if he doesn't know what's wrong.

The second you're able to breathe long enough to stammer out that he can't fight death, his entire body stiffens. He feels it from his head to his toes, the aching realization that he can't fix this. You're going to cry, you're going to hurt, you're going to suffer, and he can't stop it, he can't fix it.

Your sobs are loud and they gush from you in waterfalls, so it's no surprise when Max pokes her head out of the front door, a nervous frown on her face. He knew she wasn't sleeping.

"Y/N?" She starts, but Billy shakes his head.

"Not now," He mumbles, tilting his head back inside, "Go get her a jacket from my closet. And- and brew some of your mom's tea shit!"

When Max follows his directions, only willingly because they're for you, he turns back to you.

"Let's go inside," He prompts you, hunching down to catch beneath your bum, lifting you up slightly to haul you over the threshold. On a typical day, he'd give your ass a cheeky squeeze, but he doesn't think it would be very considerate now.

You seem content to stay buried in his chest the entire walk to the couch, however awkward the shuffle is. When he finally gets onto the couch you're on top of him already, his back sinking against the cushions while you dig your knees into his hips. He keeps you as close as possible, rubbing up and down your back the way you do when he comes through your window at night.

He tries parroting the sweet nothings that you whisper into his ear during those late-night tear-filled meetups, and the more he croons to you, the more natural his words become.

'You're safe,' and 'You can cry,' turn into, 'I'm sorry, angel.' and 'Breathe, baby'. One that stays the same is, 'It'll get better,' and he takes solace in the fact that you won't be sad forever. He knows you need to be sad now, though, so he clenches his teeth and accepts that he can't fix this.

When Max comes back with his hoodie and your mug of tea you thank her tearily, but Billy knows you don't want to sob around her, so he sends her back to bed. He does it politely, though, because he knows she's evading sleep to care about you, not to get on his nerves.

"Careful," Billy murmurs, watching your hands shake as they grip your tea. He cups his large hand underneath the mug to hold it steady, and a gulp of the steamy liquid sends a shiver down your spine. He scratches it away, smoothing hair away from your face where it's been stuck there with tears.

"Do you wanna talk about it?" He tries, careful not to prod where you don't want to be pushed. You blink quickly, teary eyes focused on his chest rather than his face, and he lets you avoid eye contact.

"No," You breathe, scrunching your eyes shut when fresh tears bud at their borders, "No, I just- I just want to.. sit. And cry."

"Okay," He nods, his curls bouncing around his head, freshly washed and formed, "Okay angel. Crying is.. good."

He echoes your vehement sentiments that he hears when he lets himself break down, your encouragements to get it out of his system when it tries escaping instead of holding it prisoner. Because if you don't cry now, you'll just cry more later.

"Yeah," You sniffle, nodding, and though it doesn't make you smile, the familiarity of the words BIlly reassures you with is comforting, "Yeah, crying is good."

"One more sip," He murmurs, tipping the mug back up to your mouth. You gulp down another mouthful, then he sets it on the table.

"Okay, angel." He rubs his hands against your back once more, tucking his chin down so that his cheek meets the crown of your head, "Let it out." He turns to kiss your head, tucking his nose against it and speaking into your scalp as he tugs you closer to him, "Cry, baby, I've got you."

#billy hargrove #billy hargrove x reader #billy hargrove imagine #billy hargrove fanfiction #billy hargrove oneshot #billy hargrove x you #billy hargrove x y/n #billy hargrove fanfic #billy hargrove fic #billy hargrove angst #billy hargrove fluff #billy hargrove hurt/comfort #billy hargrove x reader fanfiction #billy hargrove drabble #billy hargrove blurb

[qoeww]

Hi! I saw ur first post and I wanted to say I absolutely LOVED IT!

I wanted to know if you could do Rottmnt (each turtle separately!) x Kitsune! Reader and reader usually has their tails around their S/o’s Body / Torso and general hcs?

Also stay hydrated, take breaks, and have a splendid day / afternoon/ night and for the whole year!!

(Btw absolutely love ur aesthetic 🤨)

Boys with Kitsune S/O

Warning: No warning everything is sweet

Characters: Turtle Bros

Writing Type: Headcanon

Author note: Aww thank you honey, you are so kind >:] I hope you like it, it is my first ask I hope I did it well ._. <3

LEO

At the fair, everyone left to do what they wanted and Leo wanted to comfort

So it is time to go to the carousel!

But after some time, it's not fun to ride alone

And you are near to hım

"Oh, nice horse!"

No matter how cheezy his compliments were, you laughed away

Well he thought everything ended until seeing you at Run of Mill Pizza

O-ho-ho why don't you share your pizza with an old friend (definitely not because his pockets are empty)

Then you two started meeting up on the same day and hour (One time he tried to open a portal so you could see how cool he is but things doesn't go as planned... Then you two were banned for a whole week)

After some time you started dating

Well, now he can bury his head in your tails, can't he?... Can't he???

When you accidentally rub your tail against his shell, he is crying inside and trying to make jokes but sadly he stutters

He will hug you from behind and put his chin on your head, he likes how your ears tickle his face

If you're so tall that he can't put his chin on your head, you should be ready to sit on the floor at the movie nights

Okay, he is fluffy so many times but he really likes to squeeze one of your tails and make you mad

Like you are trying to chase him to the death, wheeze-

"Y/N, it is time to hug me, come oouuuut!"

(Leo please give Y/N some time)

Donnie

Sadly he couldn't catch a time to investigate a kitsune but while in Hidden City he can.

What do you mean by some stranger purple masked turtle plucked a hair from your tail? He didn't even notice you-

"Yeah, I'm so... Sor... Sorruhh... Ouch- Ok, I'm so sorry and blah blah." (Raph just had to 'poke' him)

Oh, do you want to help him?

After helping him to learn more about Kitsune DNA and you two get closer and boom- You are dating with mad science man

He loves the way his tail and ears respond involuntarily when he tells you about his plans, like he tells you how to hack stores all over the world for the best purple jacket and your tails are wagging excitedly.

Someone help, there is a melting turtle.

He will be startled when your tail is rubbed against him. At first, he'll avoid your touch, he didn't expect it.

But after some time he will gradually get used to it. (But still, you can notice he is jumping a little. When you tease him about it, he'll say you made it up and quickly move on to a different topic)

He likes to run his hands behind your ears

When he wakes up, he will hug you from behind and lay his head on your ears.

"D, your head is heavy-"

"Eh, it comes with being the brain of the family"

RAPH

Big puppy + Kitsune = the Perfect couple

Well, you know Big Mama's hotel is pretty big so it is so easy to lose your way

And he is kinda nervous to ask someone, everyone looks so busy

When he gets on the elevator, he is alone with a stranger kitsune

You don't look busy to him so he asks where is Big Mama's room

But even though you told him how to go a few times, he can't remember

So you lead the way to him

You two chit chat about hotel and at the end of the corridor he accidentally took your number

His brothers singing "K-I-S-S-I-N-G" when they learn about

But even after two weeks, he doesn't call you, he is so nervous man

Here is where Leo appears, steals Raph's phone and calls you, he saved the day again

Now he needs to prepare himself for a date, why everything is happening so fast?

Wants to hug you but is afraid of hurting you so you just gonna start hugging

He likes how soft your tails are unlike him

Favorite activity to spend time with you is brushing your tails after a bath. He can hold you close while brushing your tails <3

Sometimes he gets very nervous because of his siblings but it will ease when you sit next to him and wrap your tails around his waist, thank you god for sending him an angel

Once he accidentally stepped on one of your tails and apologized for a whole week

"I'm so sorry Y/N, I didn't mean to hurt ya."

"It's 60th time already Raph, it is not hurting anymore."

MIKEY

He and his dad went to the Hidden City so they could spend more time together

But things didn't go as planned and messed up again.

So they started arguing in front of their kid.

They didn't even realize Mikey left.

While the orange turtle watching his own reflection in the decorative pool, he didn't notice the yokai who approached him.

You came to make a wish and throw your money in the fake pool and luckily you have had an extra coin for the sad turtle.

You two wished and threw coins into the pool

Well, he looks better now, what did he wish for

"I can't say or it will not come truuee"

These coins opened a door of friendship

You were so fun to talk, he will invite you on more dates

He'll ask if it bothers you hugging your tails, if you let him he will gonna rub his face in your tails

You can hear his giggles, just awwwwww-

When you wrap your tail around him even if you do accidentally he will understand want attention and will give you what you want (hugging time)

He always wanted to dye his hair so he bought a hair dye but there is one problem, he doesn't have any hair.

So if you let him he can dye your tails, don't worry it is a temporary paint

Wow- You look dashing in orange

"We look hella good baby"

#tmnt x reader #donatello x reader #rottmnt x reader #rottmnt headcanons #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #raphael x reader #leonardo x reader #michelangelo x reader #mikey x reader #donnie x reader #leo x reader #raph x reader #tmnt headcanons

[mara-xx217]

can you write something with Levi and affectionate reader? I feel really bad for him ngl

I think Levi is one of my favourite contestants in Termina, so I'm happy to give the boy some much needed gentle attention.

Warnings: Withdrawal Symptoms, References to Typical Canon Violence, there is some Fluff in spite of all the bad shit I promise

Enjoy!~

It was no different from the cold he experienced on the battlefield, but Levi never got used to it, even then. A bone chilling ache had set into his joints, making them stiff and pop audibly every time he took a step or raised his rifle or stooped down to the ground whenever a nauseating headache blinded him as he went longer and longer without his fix.

By the time the two of you reached the Bop, he was pale and visibly sweating, having soaked through his coveralls to the point that his clothing was a shade darker and small rolls of steam rose off his shoulders and rattled not from the wind, but from the intensity that Levi was shaking.

"Levi... you need to take a break. You're... You look really, really bad..." You raise your hand in his direction and he flinches, which had you stepping back and lowering your hand.

"W-What...? What? U-Uh... Sorry..." His eyes were wide and wild for a moment but they quickly calmed once he recognized it was you that was moving out of the corner of his eye. Levi turns to face you, needing your lips in order to aid his hearing of your speech. The few years he spent fighting in the second Great War has left him partially deaf and generally hard of hearing. It was yet another thing that made him nervous and jumpy and it made you a little sad to see...

Even in the warm light of the Bop, Levi was on edge and unable to sit down. You had to guide him inside and you had to gently beg him to take a seat. A part of you thought that Marina, who was seated at the bar, would poke fun at you and Levi but to her credit, she only looked up from her book in passing and then focused back down onto it.

"This place is pretty safe, even from Rher's influences. You can take it easy, soldier boy." Marina sighed and closed her book.

"That redhead, Abella, is downstairs. Need anything?" Marina was looking more at you than Levi, as he looked positively green and out of sorts.

"Y-Yeah... A blanket if you can, maybe two, but that might be asking too much..." You gently guide Levi to place his rifle down on one of the tables and all it takes for him to collapse onto the bench is the pressure of your palm pressing down on his shoulder from above.

"Yeah. How's about some food and water, too? I don't think it will be warm, but it's something." You nod and tell her your and Levi's thanks. Marina's offer could be seen as sarcastic, but she didn't really seem like the type to offer help without the intention to give it when accepted.

"Please, Marina? Thank you..."

You sat beside of your friend, stomach churning as you watch him writhe in place. He can't sit still, from discomfort, from the pins and needles that prickled the underneath of his legs and the overwhelming need to just-

To fucking just-!

Levi hissed in pain as a strange texture scrapped against his bare arms. His withdrawal symptoms had left him hypersensitive to all tangible stimuli, so the simple act of having a coat placed over his shoulders was a nearly unbearable sensation. It wasn't... an unwelcomed one, though, especially since it was your jacket that you had draped over him.

As much as he wanted to thank you, he quite literally didn't have the energy to say or even do anything. The simple act of keeping his body upright was a trial from hell and it was a struggle that he was losing. The thought of putting his arms and head on the smooth, cold table made him want to vomit but leaning back against the wall was just as bad. Levi rocked in place, a few strangled, choked groans and hisses of pain escaping his mouth as he screwed his eyes shut.

It hurts... It hurts to just exist... It feels like- like...

It feels like he's going to fucking explode-

It was likely foolish on your part, but you gingerly wrapped your arm around his thin shoulder and encouraged him to lean over onto you. At first, Levi was hesitant. Not because he was annoyed or because he didn't want to, but merely because he doesn't know if he could even stand it... But he couldn't keep himself upright any longer, and instead of resting his head against against your shoulder, he slipped down further and ended up resting his head against your lap.

It was... unexpected. For both of you. If it were another time, another place, under different skies, it would have been different. It could have been nice... It could have made you both blush and your hearts pound sheepishly in your chests as you both shyly avoid each other's gazes... But here and now?

You tried to hold Levi as he shivered and moaned in pain. Every touch was agony but he didn't beg you to stop, even though his body screamed for him to do so. He needed to know that you were there... that you were watching over him and making sure that he was safe... Levi should have been doing this for himself, for you, but he just couldn't. He was too sick, too tired, to weak...

For once, he needed to be the one that was protected and sheltered, just like how he wanted for the majority of his life. The festival wasn't a safe place, but you did help make it better, even if marginally and through your presence and care alone.

@prettycutebunny, @infinitewhore, @kennbb, @cherrysodalite, @thanksatt, @pink-soft-shadow, @sinlessdesire, @hoemine, @memoryofheather @horny-3

#fear & hunger termina #termina #termina levi #fear & hunger x reader #termina levi x reader #ask response

[nian-7]

i was wondering if i could ask for some funny headcanons for hajun, shogo, yohei and kanata when his wife accidentally lets out a: wow how handsome :0 when she sees a random person walking by but then realizes she said it out loud and she tries to apologize blushing to them, saying "but you are more so, love" xd, well that would be all jeje have a good day ^^

hi, i think i understand what you're saying, anon, so i did my best!

Hajun, Shogo, Yohei, Kanata x gn!reader

✧accidentally admitting someone else is handsome

✧fluff, established relationship

-Hajun knows his looks are one of his good qualities and so when you say someone else is handsome, he usually pays no mind to it because well, he's obviously much more attractive than them, right?

-He doesn't try to make you say he is better than the stranger or anything, he simply just knows that you think he is. If he sees you panic and say that he's, of course, more handsome, he might pretend your comment had hurt him.

-Literally only does it to see you try and reassure him that you like how he looks more than a stranger. He truly doesn't care whether or not you call someone attractive. He just likes to poke fun at you afterwards for your reaction.

-" Hmm? Oh, Really now? "

-Yohei does get a little bit irked by you mentioning someone but doesn't say anything about it. He might look over at you, a little confused by who you were talking about only to realize it wasn't about him.

-He brushes it off when you say that he's more handsome and casually says that it didn't bother him that much. He wouldn't really get jealous over that sort of thing because well, it's a stranger. Not like you'll see them again.

-Pretty chill about it, wouldn't hold a grudge or anything. He trusted you enough to give you his heart so he trusts that you won't break it.

-" It's fine, don't worry 'bout it. Not like you're looking to start something with them anyways. "

-Shogo can agree when another is attractive even when he does get that twinge of jealousy. It does go away slightly when you apologize and say that he's also handsome, more than the stranger who passed by.

-He isn't too bothered by it and feels he can trust you. He likes having a healthy relationship and he's probably used to you complimenting other idols appearances so as long as he's your number one, he doesn't mind.

-Tends to be on the unbothered side of it rather than getting annoyed with you. It's normal to think others are pretty or attractive and not want to be in a relationship with them so he doesn't mind too much.

-" Hm? Oh, yeah they are really pretty. "

-Looks over at you, annoyed. Even when you say that he's more handsome, he can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy hearing what you had just said about the guy passing by.

-You can easily tell Kanata didn't really enjoy hearing that comment from you by the way his grip on your hand gets tighter as you walk down the street. He doesn't look at you either.

-He's pretty annoyed with you at that moment and likely won't say anything till you both get home. You also will have to apologize to him because even though saying that he was more attractive than the guy, he still feels the jealousy boiling up inside.

-" ...The hell did you just say about that guy? "

please do not repost any of my work without my permission, thank you for reading.

#x reader #fluff #nian-anon #gender neutral reader #kanata yatonokami x reader #kanata x reader #kanata yatonokami #shogo yamato #shogo yamato x reader #shogo x reader #yohei kanbayashi x reader #yohei x reader #yohei kanbayashi #hajun yeon x reader #hajun x reader #hajun yeon

[nightendale]

The killing moon part 1 | natalie scatorccio x reader (Yellowjackets)

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Chapter one “I heard a rumour, what have you done to her”

"Gabriella you've got work on your footing" She can hear him, she can always hear him, he stays in the back of her mind as a constant reminder that no matter what she wasn't what he had planned for his life, she knew from birth she was a series of supposed to bes', second bests, she was supposed to be born a boy, a mistake made by one of the doctors who didn't look close enough, she was supposed to be an Olympian in the making, for god sake, her father was a soccer coach it was in her genes, but no matter how many things her father had planned for her she always fell second best a constant reminder of what should've been.

Gabriella knew from a young age that she was never going to live up to what her father wanted, but she tried god she tried. She was so selfish for his love, so selfish and so desperate which is why when her father shows praise for another girl on her team, a girl Gabriella hasn't bothered to even get the name of, she feels it, the thing she's felt her whole life and knows she has to get his attention any attention, bad, good anything she needed it, that mindset alone was dangerous but the fact that she had now made eye contact with the stick poking out of the ground was more.

"She's bleeding"

"COACH SHES BLEEDING"

"Gabriella's bleeding"

Gabriella laid on the ground smiling up as everything around her moved at fast paces, she knew she was selfish, how couldn't she be in a life like this when acting selfishly is the only way to receive love.

"JACKIE" a teammate had shouted from somewhere on the grass making Gabriella look towards the girl whose name was being yelled, the Yellowjackets, her father's greatest accomplishment, were currently playing their last game of the season, the game that was the deciding factor of whether or not the Martinez house was going to be silent or boastful. The game so far didn't look too good, the teams coming up on a tie, that's until Gabriella watches as the ball shoots right at Jackie's head bouncing off and landing right into the goal.

For a second it is silent, the realisation of what just happened slowly hitting everyone.

Then it goes.

"WERE GOING TO NATIONALS BITCHES"  a scream is heard.

Then a circle forms, and someone's hand grabs Gabriella's wrist and drags her into it as well, she stumbles clashing against her other teammates but no one notices or cares, they're too busy jumping.

"BUZZ BUZZ BUZZ" The girls are cheering and laughing so hard that Gabriella can't help but join in, they're going to nationals.

-

"That was a good game, Gabriella," her dad starts and before she can even get happy at the acknowledgment, "but you still gotta work on that left foot of yours" It comes crashing down again, she knows he isn't saying this to be hurtful, lord knows he's said worse, and at this point, she doesn't take his cruel words to heart anymore, the desperation for her father's affection whilst still strong, doesn't crumble her world as much as it used to, at least not since the incident.

Gabriella acknowledges what her father says worth a grumble, then turning to stare at the window, she wonders what it would be like living a life that doesn't feel like a battle for approval, a father that wanted a girl.

After a bit of driving the father and daughter duo pull into the family's garage, the two getting out of the car and heading inside their nice suburban home.

"mija how was the game today" Gabriella's mother greets her, cooking some dinner in the kitchen.

"Was good" Gabriella replies shortly, giving her mom a nod to which her mother just turns back to the task at hand. "You going to nationals?" She hears a voice ask from the kitchen table, it's Javi her little brother, the only other person that's just as much a fuck up in this family as she is. "Yes el perdedor" Gabriella replies while putting a hand in his hair and ruffling it.

"Gabriella leave your brother alone," her mother tsks at the two teenagers "But that's amazing, you Yellowjackets are something".

And Gabriella knows her mother is right, she just hates that she has to share that stage of talent with others.

Gabriella nods at her mother's comment and mumbles something about needing to go to her room for a bit.

-

Gabriella has gone the last four years without forming a singular proper bond with any of her teammates outside of what was necessary, it honestly wasn't something she did on purpose she just didn't have time for a social life by the time she was finished with everything else, soccer and her school came first, people are disposable and are to only been interacted with when they can provide something.

This is why it is very awkward for her on days like this when they're doing a prep rally, a whole event dedicated to them which meant acting like she was happy to be sharing the spotlight.

In the locker room and she stares into her blue locker, thinking of soccer strategies while her teammates all around her are singing along to Salt n Peppas shoop.

"Girls what's my weakness!?"

"MEN!"

The Locker room erupts in louder singing, laughter and what seems like Taissa and Natalie doing a makeshift dance or rap battle with each other, the noise catches Gabriella's attention and she looks at the Miniature concert, as she does  she makes eye contact with Natalie, one of her teammates who in particular has a vendetta against Gabriella, she's short to everyone else but Gabriella with shaggy blonde hair that just screams I don't care, and dark eye make up that makes her already piercing blue eyes somehow even more piercing, so piercing in fact that Gabriella takes one look and slams her locker shut walking off, not wanting to feel the strangeness she fills in her stomach, people are disposable.

Gabriella walks into the bathroom area of the locker room seeing more of her teammates in there, Van and Allie, Van is the teams' goalie a pretty girl with sharp features and red hair and Allie is their youngest addition, a freshman that honestly Gabriella doesn't really understand how she got on the team but she doesn't question her father.

Upon Gabriella entering Van looks up smiling at her, " hey flex, You want a bee too?" She says nodding towards the pile of face paint next to her being used to draw a bee currently on allies face, while Allie is mumbling about something.

Gabriella shakes her head no, giving Van what she hopes is a kind smile. It luckily must've come across as such cause Van smiles at her back and then goes back to focusing her full attention on allies cheek.

Looking away from van she spots Lottie standing in the doorway that leads to the auditorium, nodding her head at her in acknowledgment Gabriella realises she hasn't seen one of her team members at all, "where's Jackie?" She asks, why are you asking , she shakes the thought and looks back at Lottie awaiting the reply.

"Coach asked to see her" Lottie says a little sheepishly, Gabriella feels her jaw tense a little at hearing this, she knows what this meeting means and she also knows she should be in there not Jackie, but she doesn't voice these opinions just puts a polite smile back on and nods.

Disposable

Gabriella turns away from the other girls back here and looks in the mirror fixing her appearance up, looking at herself she takes notice of everything, her nose is too long too manly she thinks, her brows are too unkept, her blue eyes look dull and lifeless opposed to others, her shoulder length brown hair is too short for her liking and so is her fringe that is cut into a micro-bang style a hair style only to make sure nothing goes in her face while playing, after assessing her face she decides it's too manly and probably the reason she's never had a boyfriend, not that she minds too much, boyfriends don't provide anything to her.

She then looks down at her body currently covered by the blue and yellow colour soccer uniform, and decides that while her face is too manly her body is too womanly, her body developed too much while having a lot in the truck on her chest, the lower part of her body was just put muscle from the years of playing soccer.

She stares at her body deciding her chest is what was the cause of those years of torment from bobby and she can't stand to look at herslef anymore when that thought flashes through.

Stepping back from the mirror she grabs her straightened hair and puts it in two low buns.

Finally out of her own head she hears van scoff "you're done" she says to Allie, the younger girl nodding and practically skipping off while van still stands there in shock about something. Before Gabriella gets to ask what she missed Lottie scoffs and comes to stand next to van, "Jesus Christ" van and lottie laugh "does someone wanna tell Kelly Kapowski to maybe worry less about prom and worry more about not fucking up nationals" Lottie finishes while fixing her hair, van making faces in the mirror and taissa now joking the four of them in the bathroom also looking in the mirror.

"Oh come on." Van says.

"If she plays like she did at states-" Lottie starts until taissa looks up with a knowing smile "don't worry, that's not going to happen" she says crossing her arms still smiling, she then walks off.

Gabriella is left standing there feeling like she might've missed some big context, but doesn't bother asking cause honestly she couldn't care.

Disposable.

-

"Now our next act needs no introduction, so let's  all just make some noise for your New Jersey girls state soccer champions" Gabriella hears the Principal yell out marking the girls cue to run out.

The train of Yellowjackets leads with jackie the girls all running out to the beach boys good vibrations playing loudly over the auditorium speakers, as they run the girls crack smiles all feeling like a prize in auction on show while the school students and staff all cheer and holler for them.

The girls run into a line standing next to each other, Gabriella stands somewhat in the middle of line next to Natalie, she looks into the crowd of people cheering for her basking in the delusion that her dad is there cheering on for just her, but she knows the reality of it. While standing there, she feels soemthing brush against her hand, not thinking much of it she continues pretending her dad is there watching only her, when she feels it again, she looks down and see Natalie trying to press her pointer finger tip to hers, she glared at Natalie and as subtly as she can moves away from the touch not caring to even look at the other girls reaction.

Disposable.

-

Walking out of the school building next to shauna , Gabriella sees three of her other teammates in a semi circle talking, Gabriella guesses soemthing serious is getting spoken about because she can feel the tension from here, and from that alone she is ready to walk away and have no part in it, until she over hears taissa.

"This is what we worked for all season you really wanna take that chance?"

Upon hearing this both shauna and Gabriella make their way joining the circle, "yeah cause I'm not a fucking asshole" Nat retaliates back.

"What are you guys talking about?" Shauna questions, Gabriella not bothering to speak but curious.

Lottie looking a little bit stressed is the first to give any idea to the conversation at hand "Allie."

Before Lottie can say anything else, "what about her?" Shauna questions again.

"Did you black out at states," taissa questions looking at the Shauna and Gabriella "she totally choked-"

"She's a freshman tai" Natalie cuts in. "She's a liability" taissa finishes.

"So what do you want to do about it?" Shauna questions again, Gabriella staring straight at taissa wanting to hear what she's got planned, as much as Gabriella thinks getting to know her teammates is pointless from what she knows of taissa she trusts her judgment when it comes to winning, taissa is headstrong and taissa is selfish like Gabriella she fights for that spotlight as well and will do what it takes to win no matter the cost, something Gabriel can admire in a person.

"She can't screw up if she doesn't get the ball." Taissa says as a matter of fact.

"You want to freeze her out?" Shauna says finally understanding what's going on.

Gabriel looks around trying to have the other girls opinions, none of them are readable except taissa who has clearly given this some thought and Natalie who looks so offended by the sheer idea of the context of the conversation.

"Atleast we'd know what we're working with-" taissa says arms crossed looking around to see if any one agrees with her, "she does have a point." Gabriella says dryly, the other looks at her in shock that she's stated an opinion and actually spoken to them, all of them except Natalie though who is now glaring daggers at not just taissa but also gabriella.

"She does kinda suck," Lottie also adds, "but I don't know"

"That's because it's bullshit." Nat says still looking at gabriella with a look that can only be described as betrayal, Gabriella doesn't humour her with a expression back choosing to remain unfazed but she doesn't understand nats looks at her, she doesn't owe her anything.

"Oh yeah what's your plan then?" Taissa says with a hint of venom in her tone dropping her hands.

"I don't know, play like a fucking team and win," Natalie says returning the tone, looking taissa up and down "it's worked so far"

"Everything works until it doesn't, and for the record you smell like a wino, get your shit together" taissa says back to her.

Natalie looks around at everyone seeing if they are going to say something, she stops when her eyes land on Gabriella, Gabriella raises a eyebrow to her and Natalie's eyes turn back into a glare.

"You know what," she looks down a smile now on her face "fuck this" she says, giving one last harsh look to Gabriella  and storms off away from the girls.

"Wow." Taissa says, turning to the group.

"Doesn't feel right." Lottie says leaving in the same direction Natalie did.

Gabriella decides to leave at the same time as Lottie, not bothering to state an opinion anymore , once Taissa has her mind up on something there's no changing it anyways, not that she wants to change this one.

-

"Alright everyone bring it in, take a knee ladies," coach Ben says, blowing his whistle to get the team who is currently doing drills attention.

"What's up state champs!," the girls are now on their knees on the ground in front of him, his words causing them to cheer at the mention of their recent win. "Okay so, jv is gonna help us out with a little scrimmage today, coach Martinez had to take care of a family thing," his words bring confusing to Gabriella, family thing? There's no family thing? He never misses a practice, clearly some of the other team members have the same train of thought as her cause when she looks up again there's heads turned looking at her, "so jv you're gonna grab a penny from misty and get started" coach finishes the curious girls not interested in what's going on with coach anymore.

"Coach Scott shouldn't we say a prayer first?" One of the girls says, Laura Lee a tall blonde girl with a heart of gold and a love for religion, if there's anyone on this team you can't hate it's her.

"Ah it's just a scrimmage Laura Lee" coach says a little uncomfortable. Laura Lee in her politest way possible is not taking that for an answer and shoots coach ben an awkward half smile, "but, uh sure yeah knock yourself out" he finally relents.

"Heavenly father let our efforts remain fruitful," Laura Lee begins the prayer, some girls put their head down prayer some others just stay silent in respect. Gabriella has never been the religious type remembering how awful it felt getting dragged to church as a kid, but she also isn't the non religious type, it's kind of another thing that feels disposable to her, serves her no need or goal.

"Amen" she hears some girls shout bring her out of her short thoughts, the word signifying Laura Lee end of grace, and the start of practice.

At the command of coach Scott the girls all start practicing, Gabriella taking her place at the back as a centre back she watches the game unfold in front of her.

Throughout the game she notices Natalie passing a lot to Allie something that brings an eye roll to Gabriella's face, and as much as it seems Natalie is trying to help Allie out, Allie is still falling at getting the ball.

Being reminded of the conversation from earlier she notices Taissa run up to coach and says something to him, nothing Gabriella can hear from her position. "Alright let's go variety, Taissa wants to see you step it up and quite frankly so do I"

That's when it happens, Gabriella watches the scene happen so fast, disposable, it starts with Taissa taking charge of the ball stealing it from Allie, Allie then trying to take the ball back in retaliation and Taissa reacting to this by pushing Allie away "this is the game step it up" Gabriella hears being said between the two girls.

She watches as shauna goes up to Taissa where they have a small conversation, Gabriella not able to hear this either, but she knows what's about to happen isn't good she feels it, she feels it like she felt it that day.

She runs, she runs fast, runs from her dads words, her teammates screams, she runs, she sees it, a stick, a big stick it's got almost 30 centimetres of height to it and a thick pointy end, she runs to it and without thinking she does it SNAP.

She wishes bones snapping didn't sound so close to a stick snapping, because if it didn't she wouldn't be standing here in the middle of her soccer field trying to calm what feels like might be a panic attack. Taissa had a plan, and Taissas selfish like her.

The scene feels unreal to her, like it's a cruel joke set out to remind her of the wrong she'd done. Taissa had broken allies leg, not just broken her leg she had hit her hard enough the girls bone snapped in half and was currently out on view for all to see the damaged caused by Taissa.

Everyone around her is panicking, allies screaming is all she can seem to focus her mind on, she's trying to understand but everything feels to much, she wants to help she wants to say something, do anything but she can't she is selfish, she doesn't want to speak and feel any burden of guilt of what had to been done to his girl, so she doesn't help she stays quiet, and she stays quiet as she watches misty try to help, she stays quiet as coach Scott and her teammates rush to aide, and she stays quiet as Allie is rushed off to hospital.

-

Ironically enough the locker room is too quiet, everyone's acting busy getting ready to go home so no one has to mention what just happened on the soccer field.

Gabriella sits on the floor back against some random locker, she has her head down focusing on her breathing when Jackie comes in "I know we're all really worried about Allie, but it might not be as bad as it looks." Gabriella looks up at Jackie, staring blankly wondering what her father sees in this girl to make her captain.

Natalie says what everyone's thinking "you could see her fucking bones Jackie, I'm pretty sure it's exactly as bad as it looks." As she finishes she shoots a look at Gabriella.

"I'm going to be sick." Van says nausea radiating off the girl.

"Ok but, I mean, we're still a team and we still have each other." Jackie says crossing her arms over, she looks so desperate to be a leader that Gabriella kind of feels a bit of putty towards the girl.

"And the lord works in mysterious ways" Laura Lee offers up trying to be kind. At her works Natalie stands up and slams her locker shut grabbing her bag storming out, "nice work Taissa" Natalie's words leaving a solemn aura to the room as no one dares to say anymore.

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"How was school turd?" Gabriella asks as her little brother gets into the passenger seat. The young boy looks up and rolls his eyes at his sisters name calling, "it was fine, how was your prep rally and practice?"

Gabriella sighs and gives a dead look back, jacks understands what she means by that and turns the radio up, setting the two Martinez children into a comfortable silence.

You'd think Gabriella would be over silences, with how silent her day to day life is but the truth is there's nothing she loves more, silent means no socialising, silence means not saying the wrong thing, silence leaves no room for mistakes and that comforts Gabriella.

The rest of ride home is silent only ever sometimes filled with the noise of javi sketching something. Gabriella drives but she can't stop thinking about Natalie's look, it was so distraught, so betrayed? Gabriella wonders what she has done to the girl, they hardly knew each other, the lingering thought of you know why keeps voicing itself in the back of her mind, but before she can even touch on it the siblings are pulling into the family's drive way.

Upon walking into the house Gabriella can sense the tension, today their house inst a place of home but instead a warzone. proving Gabriella's suspicions right when she turns the corner into the dining room her mother and father sit clearly ready to have a family talk.

Javi and Gabriella share a look between themselves, "mi hijo sit please," their mother says quietly ushering them to sit down.

Once the two teens are seated their father clears his throat, "me and your mother are taking a little break," he starts, Gabriella feels her fingers start ripping at the skin around her fingernail, "I've done something to upset your moth-"

"cerdo you slept with a another woman!" Gabriella's mother shrieks cutting her father off, "me and your father are getting a divorce" she states plainly staring at her once was husband with disgust.

Javi goes to say something but Gabriella stands up loudly, "no," she says about to walk off.

"What do you mean no?" Her father says growing angry at the situation and his daughters growing attitude.

Gabriella stands tall for once not feeling afraid of her father, he doesn't have perfect anymore "I said no, you both don't get to do this to me, I leave for nationals tomorrow, you didn't even show up to practice today dad. You held getting to nationals over my head for Months you don't to get just push this onto me as well, sort it out after nationals." She says leaving her parents a little stunned, she doesn't get to take much of it in though cause as quickly as she spoke she was out of the dinning room ignoring her fathers booming voice to come right back and heading upstairs instead.

Gabriella enters her room, its a medium sized room decked out like a image of what a teenage girls room should be, all white furniture with big white fuzzy blankets and a small bear plushie in the middle of her pillows, the room screams femininity all furniture bought by her dad and not allowed to be changed, the only thing that shows Gabriella actually lives in this room is the wall of soccer trophies from over the years and a framed photo of her and javi on her nightstand, other then that you'd think this was a show room and sometimes she has a hard time remembering it's not.

Gabriella for the past four years hasn't socialised with anyone, her limited socialisation comes from her teammates and javi, she's been too a couple of highschool parties never really enjoying them, but she's never been to one for the Yellowjackets something about it seems commit full like if she goes she's pushing an image she doesn't know if she likes, which is why she's confused staring at her freshly make up caked face and an outfit consisting of a black sweater and small black skirt.

She looks at her hair deciding to just leave it down and heads out her house before she can have any second thoughts about going to this party.

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The whole way to the party Gabriella tries to not think think about what happened at the last party she attended, she makes a point to note the same won't happen again tonight.

Upon arriving she notices shauna and Jackie drinking together with a bunch of other people she doesn't know too well around a bunch of cars, she also takes notice that Natalie is here, choosing not to notice the clammy feeling her hands have suddenly gotten, and decides if she's gonna make it through this party she needs a drink.

Grabbing a drink off van who seems to be guarding the keg Stand she walks off to sip at her drink leaning against a tree regretting even coming.

In true Yellowjackets fashion she gets reminded why she doesn't come to these events when shauna walks over to Taissa.

"I admire your resilience knowing you fucking crippled someone today" Shauna says to Taissa, clearly drunk, Lottie and van standing next to the girls but not getting in the conversation yet.

"Ok good talk" Taissa says defeated and goes to walk off until Shauna speaks up clearly not wanting this argument to end, "just admit you did it on purpose"

Taissa turns around slowly and walks back up to Shauna, Gabriella stands heading towards the girls the sinking feeling from practice coming back again. "excuse me?" Taissa says on the defence instead this time.

"You heard me"

"Your wasted" Taissa says trying to diffuse the situation.

"And you're a sociopath." Shauna says back keeping the argument going.

Van seeing where this is heading puts a hand out on Shauna "woah, calm down."

Shauna immediately pushes van off, "no, listen you guys we don't have to worry about the Allie problem anymore, because Taissa fixed it for us." Shaunas getting louder and louder by the second, causing more attention to be drawn to the group of girls, Laura Lee and Natalie now also joining the girls.

"What's she talking about?" Gabriella hears Laura Lee ask Natalie. "She's talking about Taissa little plan."

Taissa turns to them both "oh please, since when did you give a shit anyway, don't you have a bong to hit or a dick to suck?"

Gabriella goes to defend Natalie but Shauna beats her to the chase "don't talk to her like that" she semi slurs at Taissa.

"Oh fuck off shauna, I don't need you to defend me," Natalie says sounding more pissed off "last time I checked you were fine with the whole freeze her out strategy."

"Okay seriously what are we talking about?" Laura Lee finally exclaims louder.

"SHUT THE FUCK UP LAURA LEE!" The group yells in unison except Gabriella.

"Okay can we all just chill the fuck out no need to yell." Gabriella says moving to stand close to Laura Lee, she pretends not to notice Natalie's odd stare at her movement.

Some of the girls like van and Lottie start talking over the test agreeing that they need to stop until Taissa decides to start it back up again, "somebody needs to take her wasted ass home"

Shauna gets closer to Taissa "say that again bitch" at this the two girls start arguing and trying to fight each other.

Van and Lottie trying to push them apart and diffuse the situation, Gabriella just standing there noticing Natalie's stare.

The argument starts actually getting physical with Gabriella now also trying to get the girls to back off from each other, but it doesn't matter cause all the yelling has drawn them an audience and some boy yells "cat fight!" The girls still not stopping only getting worse also gets Jackie's attention who now stomps over to the group.

"ENOUGH!" She yells at them causing them all to go quiet, she looks around seeming a little shocked her yell worked and honestly Gabriella is too cause even she's tuned into what Jackie's got to say.

After a moment Jackie says loudly "Yellowjackets with me NOW!" And storms off further into the tree filled area, all the girls following suit, even Gabriella to her own surprise, maybe her dad was right. Disposable

"I don't know what the fuck that was, but I do know that it's over," Jackie starts talking to the group of girls, "we're about to go to nationals and based on what I'm looking at right now, we may as well not even bother getting on that plane." She pauses looking at her team, seeming like she's thinking up something.

"Alright," she pauses "everybody line up" she stops for a second and when nobody moves she continues "no I'm fucking serious line up come on!" She orders clapping her hands together.

The girls start forming a line Gabriella placed between lotting and Shauna and she thinks again about her dads choice of Jackie being their leader and kind of understands his decision.

"Here's what we're gonna do," Jackie starts once the girls are in a proper line "I want each of you to go down this line and say one nice true thing about every other girl on this team."

"What is this fucking Girl Scout camp." Taissa says softly to van causing van to snort.

"Who wants to go first?" Jack asks. "I'll go Jackie" Laura Lee says enthusiastically stepping up to do this activity causing Jackie to break out in a smile and let Laura start.

Laura Lee makes her way in front of Taissa first "Taissa, you are beautiful in the eyes of our lord" Gabriella can already tell how this gonna go based if this first interaction but doesn't say anything.

After Taissa let's out a mumble of acknowledgment laura Lee then moves down to van.

"Van you are beaut-" "oh my god" Lottie exclaims with annoyance causing some of the other girls to giggle.

"Ok laura Lee fall back," Jackie says seeming a little stressed "okay, I'll go first"

Jackie makes her way in front of Taissa, "Taissa turner, you have more fight in you then anyone I've ever know, I'm inspired by your determination." Jackie says to the girl leaving her seeming at a loss for words.

When Taissa doesn't reply Jackie moves down to van, "Vanessa Palmer," van does a little head nod at this, "your smile makes me feel happy everytime I see it" Jackie giggles out, van blushes and nods her head in what seems like gratitude.

"Laura Lee, I truly admire your faith" Laura Lee smiles and nods happily.

"Nat I love that you don't care what anybody thinks," Natalie looks a little uncomfortable hearing the compliment but Jackie continues "your so completely yourself-"

"She's also deadly at beer pong" van announces causing laughter erupt within the group, "so go on tell her," Jackie says urging the girls to partake.

Gabriella gets paired up with Taissa first, "taissa I admire how loyal you are to the sport, how you'll do what you can to make sure we'll succeed" Gabriella thinks up on the spot, she doesn't know these people she cant really participate in this activity but she tried and Taissa seems to understand that and gives her a polite smile and nod.

"Flex, I think you're very strong and like how you never back down on your opinions" Taissa says making it Gabriella's turn to smile and nod.

Somehow after tassia Gabriella lands face to face with Natalie, who's staring down at her with big eyes, her pupils dilated by ten fold. The two girls just stare at each other for a second not knowing what to say or who to start when Natalie breaks the stare off by giggly softly.

"I think you're prettyyy," Natalie giggles playing with Gabriella's hair "and I think about that night a lottt" Natalie adds on still playing with the other girls hair, her words slurring a little bit clearly on something judging from the state she's in, knowing that Natalie is saying this while under the influence leaves a small pang in Gabriella's chest, but it goes ignored.

Gabriella freezes at that last sentence her mouth going dry, disposable, your sick, get away from your sick, starts screaming in her head, she feels it again, she felt it when she carved that stick into her back, she felt it when bobby farleigh made up the rumour of her being a dyke, she felt it when her and Nat kissed at that party, and she felt it when she saw allies bone. She needs to leave she needs to get out she can't be sick.

Gabriella pushes Natalie's hand off her and speed walks away, ignoring the confused where are you going and come backs of the others and especially ignoring the look on Natalie's face, she needs to get home, she can't be here anymore.

On her way home she tries to force her brain to think about nationals, nationals is all that matters, not Jackie's stupid line up, not Natalie's constant reminder of that party, not her parents marriage, just nations the rest of it all was just disposable.

Notes:

Word count (5844) hey guys so this is the first chapter!! I don't have a set in plan for the story yet but it is going to follow the episodes quite closely but also with some cannon divergence cause yeah Travis inst there but instead my girl Gabriella. Also non of the things in this story said about lgbt+ is meant to harm or reflection of my feelings, it is just Gabriella is a closeted lesbian in the 90s she's gonna have some internalised homophobia so sorry about the words used. But anyways I hope this whole chapter made sense and you guys enjoyed it, idk when chapter two will be out cause this took me awhile to write but hopefully sometime soon :))) byeee.

#natalie scatorccio x reader #natalie scatorccio #natalie scatorccioxreader #nataliescatorccioxreader #natalie scatorccio yellowjackets #Yellowjackets #yellowjacket #Yellowjackets x reader #yellowjacketsxreader #yellowjacket x reader #yellowjacketxreader #Yellowjackets fic #yellowjackets fanfic #Yellowjackets fanfiction #yellowjacketsfic #yellowjacketsfanfic #yellowjacketsfanfiction #Yellowjackets x reader fanfic #Yellowjackets x reader fic #Yellowjackets x reader fanfiction #natalie scatorccio x reader fic #natalie scatorccio x reader fanfic #natalie scatorccio x reader fanfiction #nataliescatorccioxreader fic #lesbian #wlw #wlw fic

[youwouldntlietopapa]

Can I request “I can't face this alone” with soft Secondo please 🫶🏻

I really hope this is okay! @lurancyvenom

Secondo x Reader, fluff, no smut, hurt/comfort

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What had begun as a bad week had steadily grown into a bad month and then a bad year. Each new bit of world shattering news, every bump in the road, every day clouded by hurt was a knife in Secondo’s heart. Watching you suffer was a kind of pain he’d never really experienced before. Not quite so deeply anyhow. It was much worse knowing that it was so far out of his control. That you needed comfort he didn’t feel he was capable of giving.

But, Satanas, he tried. Determined to help however he could. For a man with an inflexible adherence to his schedule and very strict rules about his work life, he’d been taking more and more time off. Leaving his office early. Going in late. Using his somewhat limited official authority to excuse you from duties and his even more limited authority as Primo’s younger brother to ask room be made for you in the gardens to work with him. Fortunately, his older brother agreed that the sunshine and the plants would be a good distraction. If nothing else, the fresh air couldn’t hurt and Secondo would feel better knowing someone is keeping an eye on you.

From there, things felt like they’d been improving. Not completely or quickly, but improving steadily. Little by little. The desperate need to help in some way, any way felt less urgent and all consuming. He’d even began planning a vacation. Just the two of you, some real time away. Some place warm and private with a beach to yourselv-

“Secondo.”

The sound of Primo’s voice stopped him in his tracks. The tone, however, made his blood run cold. He reluctantly turned around, fighting the irrational thought that if he didn’t hear whatever the problem was, it wouldn’t exist. If it were a problem with Terzo or Copia, he wouldn’t have sounded so much like he was holding back and he knew better than to bring Nihil problems to him. Which left one clear option.

“Non lo dire.”

“Go back to your quarters, fratello. I make excuses for you this afternoon.” Primo stepped closer and patted his arm. “She doesn’t need the garden today. She needs you.”

“What happened?” His scowl deepening. “Chi è il responsabile?”

“Questo non è un problema che puoi risolvere con i pugni.”

They both walked to Secondo’s office while his brother explained. He decided it was best to shed his formal robes and his paints there. This wasn’t a Papa problem and he didn’t want to keep you waiting any longer than is necessary. Once cleaned up and down to his plain black shirt and trousers, he walks back to his own rooms.

Inside, it was dark, but he’d expected that. He kicked off his shoes by the door and padded silently across the large room, No sign of you on the couch could only mean one thing. It was hard to find any triumph in being right, when what he found was you, a blanket covered lump, softly crying into your pillow.

Carefully, so carefully, he sat himself on the edge of the bed, lying down and rolling over to press up against your back. “Amore…” His voice was soft and gentle. He tugged back the blanket just enough to see your hair and your ear, poking out from the ruin of your hairdo. “I… I talk to Primo…”

His arm wrapped around your side, hugging you closer, lightly kissing your neck. Humming deeply, he rubbed your arm, just trying to give you something to hold on to. At very least, your sniffled, gasping breaths had slowed. And, after some more quiet patience, you rolled over to press up against his chest. Secondo wrapped himself around you protectively. Primo was right, he couldn’t fight this problem with fists, be he’d be damned if he wouldn’t still try. “Ho te, amore mio. È tutto a posto.”

“I need it to stop. Please. Please. I can’t take any more.” You pleaded and cried, even knowing that his powers don’t stretch quite that far.

“I know, tesoro. I know.” His fingers combed through your hair and he kissed your forehead. “If I could make it stop, I would. I swear to you. I would throw myself to the pit if it would stop your suffering. I hope the last was the last, and now more. Too much for il mio amore più prezioso.”

“I can’t face this alone.” Your voice cracked and you buried your face in his chest. “I can’t… I can’t…”

“Shhhh… Shhhh…” His warm hand cradled the back of your head. “I can’t face this alone either, amore. None of this. So what do we do, eh? We don’t face alone. We face together, si? You are here when I fight my demons, and I am here when you fight yours. Always. I don’t leave, not now. Not later. I stay right here, with you. No matter what.”

You sniffled a little more, hiding your face. “You’ve been putting up with all of this for… months. I don’t… I don’t want to be a burden.”

“No.” He said a little sharply. “No, you don’t say that. You hear what I say to you?” Secondo catches your chin and pulls your gaze up to look into his own. “You are no burden. When you are hurting, I am hurting. When you are struggle, I am struggle. And together we find a way to get through. Both of us. But all of this? All this… shit? Is not your fault. You don’t ask for this, you don’t deserve. So why would I blame you?”

“Thank you…” You whispered softly.

He kissed your forehead once more. “How about this? We stay here. I tell a ghoul to bring some food. You sleep. And we see if things are maybe just a little better in the morning?”

You nodded, not really in the mood for much more talk than that. Secondo didn’t seem to mind. He carefully adjusted your pillow, got himself in a good spot, and hugged you tightly against his chest.

“Non affronterai nulla da solo, amore mio. Non lo permetterò mai. Hai la mia parola.”

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Chi è il responsabile? = Who is responsible?

Questo non è un problema che puoi risolvere con i pugni. = This is not a problem you can solve with your fists.

Ho te, amore mio. È tutto a posto. = I have you, my love. It's all right.

Non affronterai nulla da solo, amore mio. Non lo permetterò mai. Hai la mia parola. = You will face nothing alone, my love. I will never allow it. You have my word.

#secondo x reader #ghost fanfic #ask prompt

[thatmarvelobsessedteen]

Not planned...not at all

Cassian x reader

Azriel x OC!reader'scousin

Short Summary: Two girls, cousins, somehow find themselves inside a slightly modified version of their favorite book saga ACOTAR. What will happen to them, things have changed and not just their situation but themselves...are those pointy ears they now have?

Chapter 15

Of course it's Rhysand that speaks first aww protective arms around Feyre's waist, bit ridiculous considering just how powerful she is but still aww!

"I will ask this one last time are either of you a threat?"

Of course Roxy and I answered as one and the same.

"No"

But I just couldn't help myself, clearly and loudly thinking "yes" only to watch Feyre's face morph into shock and worry as she not so subtly moving to protect her sisters. Meanwhile Rhysand's face went back to the emotionless cold mask a pretty scary glare sent my way.

Of course it doesn't take long for Roxanne to understand just what I'd done which earned me a good hit over the head before she pulled me down by my ear. I can't help but laugh and whine a bit at the pain.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry! I thought it was a funny joke, I said I'm sorry...let go"

Finally Roxy freed me so of course I stood back's straight rubbing my sire ear complaining.

"It's not my fault if they have zero sense of humor! Do I really look threatening to any of you? I'm not the one with the fighting experience, she is."

Pointing at a confused Roxanne, asking me why I would accuse her to free myself but this was everyone for themselves from the moment she tugged me down for an amazing joke. I cross my arms over my chest.

"That's called betrayal in my dictionary Nell!"

Rolling my eyes I smile innocently at her.

"Betrayal would be me naming your teenage crush from this book!"

After a bit of a stare off Roxy nods reluctantly. But I still can't help but feel the need to poke at her some more.

"Mine's pretty obvious when you know me but you...no one would even guess would they? So why can't I just give them a little push?! Say he's the-"

Just to be clear I was never gonna finish that sentence and out my own cousin like that! I just wanted her to feel the terror...and terror she did feel

I barely remember the last time she jumped at my neck like this, probably because the last time we were still in highschool.

I feel my back slam into the ground, for the second time today, although my wings seem to take away most of the hit. Curling my legs I use her inertia to push her off and roll over preparing myself for her next attempt, I'm not stupid enough to think I'll take her out that easily.

Sadly I commit the grave error of looking around for a weapon, a pillow or cushion would do, and get takled again this time I'm pined to the ground. Always thought the Bat boys were big babies complaining about wing sensitivity, but now I can testify Roxy's knees pinning my wings hurt a lot!

"That hurts...That actually hurts Roxy! I wasn't gonna say anything, I was just teasing. Why would I do that on purpose?!"

#a court of thorns and roses #acotar #acotar x oc #acotar x reader #acotar x you #azriel x oc #cassian #cassian acotar #cassian x oc #cassian x reader

[forgivemeforgetmenot]

Unwritten

(Cloud x Aerith Fanfic)

Chapter 3: Intoxicated

"Daddy!!" cried Marlene, dashing past a beaming Elmyra. Barret chuckled as he scooped up his daughter and kissed her tiny face.

"How you doin' baby girl? You been good for Elmyra, yeah?"

"Always, Daddy!"

The gang exchanged greetings as Aerith's mother ushered them inside the cozy cottage. "Something smells delicious," chimed Aerith, bouncing to the kitchen.

"You all are back just in time; I'm making Miso Yasai Ramen for dinner," Elmyra said. "Please, please, everyone, make yourselves comfortable. Wash up, unpack your things, and decompress. There's still some time before the food's ready."

"Thank you so much for your hospitality, Ms. Gainsborough," Tifa exhaled. She ruffled Marlene's hair on her way upstairs, earning a giggle from the child clinging closely to Red XIII.

Cloud's eyes trailed after her as she vacated the room. They hadn't had the chance to talk since last night when she pelted him with Aerith-related questions and raced off. He nearly rose from his seat at the coffee table but decided to leave her be.

"Yeah," added Barret awkwardly, "Thanks again for keepin' an eye on my Marlene. I can't tell ya how much it… means to me."

Elmyra, now overlooking a pot on the stove, waved him off, "Oh, dear, I've told you repeatedly that you don't need to keep thanking me. Spending time with Marlene is a pleasure. She kind of reminds me of you when you were younger." She pointed a wooden spoon toward Aerith, spurring the brunette to smile.

"Marlene's far more well-behaved than I was," Aerith giggled, winking at her. Marlene laughed, mimicking her wink.

"Oh!" the little girl suddenly exclaimed, "Daddy, Elmyra helped me plant my first flower! Wanna see?"

Before Barret could respond, Marlene jumped up, grabbed her father's hand, and started pulling toward the door. "Come too, Red!" Marlene pleaded to the smiling beast.

Red nodded, "Aye, aye, captain," and casually followed the two outside.

"Did you plant azaleas?" Aerith asked her mother, strolling over to the table. Although all the seats were empty, she picked the spot closest to Cloud's; he swallowed.

Elmyra eyed her daughter, then smiled tenderly. "Actually, yes. I don't know why I still feel surprised after all these years."

"Surprised? About?" Aerith repeated, tilting her head.

"About your intuition," she laughed.

Aerith smiled, facing Cloud. "Azaleas represent family and unity. Planting them is a good reminder for Marlene that even though Barret can't always be here physically," Aerith placed her hand gently on his chest, "he'll always be right there."

His heart raced; he hoped she couldn't feel it pounding against her palm. Embarrassment flushed Cloud's cheeks, forcing him to avert his gaze. He hated it when she did things like this, especially in front of others."You've been awfully quiet this evening, Cloud," commented Elmyra.

"Cloud's always quiet," Aerith teased, nudging him.

"Well, you talk enough for the both of us," he retorted. Elmyra emitted a hearty laugh as Aerith feigned a hurt expression.

"Oh, you. Don't act like you aren't hanging onto every word."

He blushed, then ascended to his feet. He needed a break from all of Aerith's poking and prodding. "I'm going to wash up," Cloud announced shortly before escaping to the restroom.

After devouring Elmyra's delectable meal, the group migrated outside to relax. The Gainsborough's property was already breathtaking during the day; it appeared like a page torn out of a fairytale book Barret might read to Marlene at night.

Fireflies floated to and fro, illuminating the massive garden with an ethereal glow. The air smelled of fresh flowers and herbs; Cloud inhaled deeply, relishing in the sweet aroma; its ambiance soothed him in a way no other place could.

Out of the corner of his eye, he spotted Marlene wordlessly slip her hand into Aerith's, guiding her out of sight. "Probably showing off her Azaleas," Red remarked, sidling beside Cloud.

"Mm," he nodded.

"Don't be jealous; I'm sure she'll show you too," he joked.

Marlene had warmed up to Cloud considerably over the last several months, but he could tell she was still somewhat leery of him. He was never a people person, but kids were the ultimate test of patience. "Don't care. Flowers aren't my thing anyway," he replied nonchalantly.

Red chuckled, "Maybe if you were more honest about the fact that you do care, she'd braid your hair and pick flowers with you too."

"And she'll treat me like a housecat like you, too? No thanks," Cloud quipped.

Red smiled, his eyes trailing after the fireflies, "It's not what you think. Caring doesn't make you weak. It's okay to be transparent about it. In fact, people tend to like it."

"I don't care what people like," the merc folded his arms.

Aerith and Marlene reemerged hand-in-hand. Cloud followed the Cetra's every movement. Marlene started bouncing beside her, urging her to "dance" with the fireflies. Aerith gleefully complied, and the two twirled around, laughing. 

"Are you sure about that?" Red smirked, sauntering past Cloud and over to the girls. After some convincing, Tifa and Barret joined the trio. Cloud observed as they pranced around each other, laughing without a care.

Aerith caught him watching and waved him over. Cloud looked away shyly; he'd rather dive headfirst into a pool full of lava than ever dance again. 

Aerith abandoned the frolicking group and advanced toward him. Before she could speak, Cloud was already shaking his head. "No, no, no," he stated firmly, backing away from her.

She sped up and seized his hand, giggling, "Yes, yes, yes!"

"Aerith," he complained as she jerked him closer.

"Cloud," she imitated his tone, swaying their arms back and forth playfully, "Come ooon! All of Midgar knows how well you can dance; you can't just squander your talent away brooding in the shadows."

Without further protest, he allowed the exuberant woman to position his hand on her waist. She placed a hand on his shoulder and interlocked her other with his. They clumsily wobbled around; Cloud nervously followed her lead as they rocked back and forth.

Aerith giggled, gazing into his eyes as they danced. Cloud worried he was blushing; he wanted to avoid her face but, for some reason, couldn't pry himself away. Her green eyes glimmered as bright as the lightning bugs encircling the pair. Mesmerized, his bottom lip dropped slightly,

"What is it?" she asked, tilting her head.

"Hm?" he replied, transfixed.

"Your face; you look thoughtful. Wistful," Aerith specified, still guiding their haphazard movements.

"I'm…not thinking anything."

It wasn't entirely dishonest. Cloud felt disoriented. Anxious? No, intoxicated. He wasn't exactly thinking anything specific, but his being was overwhelmed with feelings—sensations he wasn't sure how to convey. "Hmm," she eyed him skeptically.

Feeling overwhelmed, Cloud pulled away abruptly. He glanced at the house as Aerith whined. "We didn't even do the Moogle Dance!"

Cloud rasped, striding past her. He noticed Tifa staring glumly. Earlier, she looked so joyful with their friends. What happened? "Going to bed?" she asked softly as he walked toward the door. Barret, Marlene, and Red were still bopping around happily.

He nodded, uncertain of what to say to her. Should he ask what's wrong? Should he address last night? He feared saying something that might make her feel worse. Instead, he sat down silently beside her on the porch. "Tired of dancing?" Cloud asked while observing the others. His eyes instinctively drifted to Aerith, now gazing up at the sky.

"Kind of," Tifa laughed, then added, "How about you? You were really grooving over there."

"I was being held hostage," he muttered, lounging.

"I don't know. You looked like…you were having fun to me," Tifa reflected quietly.

Cloud studied her. She altered her sorrowful expression with a smile, "It's nice. You know, to see you loosen up."

"You just enjoy watching me make a fool of myself."

"That too," Tifa giggled.

The two friends sat in silence for a moment. Then Cloud asked, "You okay?"

The question seemingly startled Tifa, who stood almost immediately. "Yeah, of course," she smiled, "Just tired."

Cloud nodded slowly, hesitant to accept her excuse. 

"I'm gonna try to get some sleep," she decided, "Goodnight, Cloud."

"Night," he replied.

Tifa stepped to the door but paused before twisting the knob. Cloud expected her to say something else, but she finally went inside without another word.

Gradually, everyone else filed inside. First, Barret and Marlene. Shortly after, Red XIII. A half-hour later, Aerith approached the porch with a peaceful smile. "Are you stargazing too?" she asked, plopping beside him.

"Something like that." Truthfully, he'd been watching her more than anything else out there. 

"Oooor, are you avoiding sleep?"

Cloud looked at her with a curious expression and asked, "What?"

Aerith met his gaze, "You won't have any nightmares here. Promise."

He diverted his view upward to spot a patch of shimmering stars.

"Do you trust me, Cloud?"

The question caught him off guard, "W-What?"

"Do you trust me?" she reprised, leaning closer.

"Of course," he replied, to his surprise, without hesitation.

"Good!" Aerith beamed, slipping her hand into his and guiding him to his feet.

"Where are we going," he questioned. She pulled him down a path and to a cluster of pink Azaleas.

"Marlene asked me to show you. Aren't they so beautiful?"

"Yeah, they're um… pretty," Cloud awkwardly agreed.

He scanned the flowers surrounding them and settled on a patch of yellow lilies—the same flower Aerith gifted him when they first met.

"Are those your favorite?" she asked, noticing.

Cloud folded his arms, "Dunno."

"Do you remember what they symbolize?" she asked, plucking one and placing it on his chest, just as she had done a lifetime ago.

"Reunion," he answered, lifting his eyes from the flower to her.

"That's right!" she said merrily, "Now for your prize."

Before he could respond, Aerith's pursed lips were pressed to his cheek. The kiss was mere centimeters away from the corner of his mouth. For a moment, Cloud wondered if she'd intended something more intimate. Part of him was relieved she missed her potential mark; another part felt…disappointed?

Her hands lingered against his chest, careful not to crush the yellow lily she gave him. Cloud swallowed hard, voiceless. Stop doing that, he should tell her. You mess around too much. 

Cloud's eyes descended to her mouth. She placed the back of her hand on his forehead. "Are you feeling okay, Cloud? You look a little sweaty."

He grabbed her wrist, pulled it away from his face, and held it. "Stop doing that," he scolded.

"Doing what?"

"You know what," he griped, still clutching her.

Aerith's head tilted to the side with a confused expression.

Cloud scowled, clarifying, "You can't just… go around touching and kissing people like that."

Aerith laughed, "You're not people, silly."

"I'm not," Cloud paused, unsure how to express his issue, "I'm not your boyfriend."  

For the first time in a long time, Aerith broke eye contact first, her gaze plunging to the ground. Her usual warm smile vanished. Had he hurt her feelings? "I didn't realize it bothered you," she said quietly.

He lowered her arm to her side before letting go. The desire to hold her bubbled inside of him; Cloud wasn't a physically affectionate person or affectionate, at all. Comforting people wasn't his specialty; fighting was. Right now, however, he felt the impulse to at least try. Take it back. Tell her you don't mind. Hug her.

Cloud only stared at her, "Aerith…"

"I know," she said with glistening eyes, "you're not my boyfriend." Much like Tifa had done earlier that evening, Aerith disguised her sorrow with a smile and a joke, "You're my bodyguard!"

She brushed past him; he turned and recaptured her arm, suspending her. She pivoted to face him and smiled, "Bedtime, Cloud."

"Just wait," he ordered.

"For?"

"I…don't mind. Not really," The confession rolled from Cloud's mouth as though he'd been struggling to cough up a boulder.

"Jeez, Cloud," Aerith playfully pouted, "Make up your mind; now you're confusing me."

"I'm confusing you?" he scoffed. Says the woman who can't keep her lips to herself.

Cloud groaned, released Aerith, and plodded past her. He didn't get paid enough for this. Or at all, actually.

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