#like just. please. don't confuse me you saying shit like this made me sob so much harder than all your angry words

[starstruckmiraclekitty]

I was thinking and wondering about how 141 and könig would react if their s/o started breaking down whenever they dropped a plate or fucked up in some way like leaving something on the stove and their s/o completely breaks down. Apologizing and crying and saying “pls don’t be mad at me” stuff like that.

Or reader accidentally says “ok” I’m a kinda of snippy voice and they genuinely didn’t hear reader, and say “what?” And reader responds with “yes sir” or some shit like that as a trauma response? Srry if this is confusing lol

If this makes you uncomfortable pls ignore

Hey there! I can do this, no problem.

141 + König Reacting To Reader Having A Breakdown From Past Trauma

Warnings: mentions of past trauma, abuse, crying, feelings of unworthiness, swearing - ENDS IN FLUFF!!!

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Simon Ghost Riley-

Nothing was going your way today. You spilled coffee on yourself first thing this morning, stepped in a muddy puddle with your brand new shoes, and your boss was in a horrible mood, and you were his target.

You made it home later that night, and it took everything in you not to break down. Simon would be home soon, and you knew he'd be hungry, so you mustered what energy you could to head to the kitchen and start cooking.

~

"Hey babe, I'm home." You heard Simon's voice call from the front door.

"Hey, dinner is ready." You turned a bit too quickly to greet your husband, and the plate of food in your hands slid from your grasp, smashing to the floor.

You both stood there for a moment, staring at the mess on the floor, before you let out a choked sob.

Simon quickly threw his gear to the floor and carefully made his way around the broken shards to you. "Baby, what's wrong? It's okay. We can clean it."

"Please don't be mad at me, Simon." You sobbed into his chest. "I didn't mean to it, it slipped."

Simon's eyes widened as he looked down at you, grasping your cheeks in his hands softly. "Sweetheart, why would I be mad at you? It was an accident."

"Because I broke the plate! And you were probably hungry, and now dinner is ruined, and I'm a terrible spouse." Your brain was going a mile a minute as the word vomit continued to pour out. "I'm so sorry, Simon. I'll be better."

Simon pulled you back into his chest as he tore through the thoughts in his head. Why were you so upset? It was just a plate. You two could order takeout? What kind of person would be mad over....oh. A lightbulb went off in Simon's head as he looked down at you.

"Y/N, sweetheart, look at me."

You slowly peeled your head from his chest as you looked up at him, your eyes puffy and red from crying.

Simon rubbed his thumbs along your cheeks gently before he spoke. "I'm not him. And you are a wonderful spouse. I couldn't have asked for anyone better to be by my side every day. I don't give a damn if you dropped a plate. We are all human, kid."

You let out another sob, your bottom lip quivering as you took in his words. It was known, Simon was a man of few words, but he always, always knew what to say to help you in the moment.

"I love you, Y/N, always. I'm always going to be here for you, and I promise you, I'm never going to get mad about trivial shit like this. You're okay."

Simon stayed holding you for some time, rubbing soothing circles in your back as you started to calm down. "Why don't we order some takeout, yeah? My treat."

Johnny Soap MacTavish-

You and Johnny had just finished up dinner, and he was currently finishing up the dishes as you got the show you two were binging ready on the TV.

"Do you want any popcorn or anything babe?" He asked as he placed the last dish in the cupboard.

"Nah, only you and a buttload of cuddles." You said, turning to him with a warm smile.

Johnny leaned back, admiring you, as his hands rested on the stove behind him.

"FUCK!" He cried out, as there was a searing pain emitting from his hand. "Is the stove still on?"

You jumped up from your spot on the couch, alarmed at Johnny's cry of pain, and you went white as you realized you'd forgotten to turn the stove off after cooking dinner.

"Oh my God, Johnny. I'm so sorry." You mumbled, your heart beginning to race as you made your way over to your boyfriend slowly.

"Shite, that fucking hurts." Johnny waived his hand in the air, trying to shake away some of the pain, not realizing his quick movements had you hunched down in the corner, your arms over your head defensively.

"Y/N?" He asked, the pain in his hand long forgotten. "Baby, did you..did you think I was going to hit you?"

"I...I... I'm sorry, Johnny. I didn't mean to, I forgot I thought I turned it off." You cried out, tears now falling down your cheeks, your hands shaking violently.

"Did that..did that fucker hurt you?" Johnny began to put the pieces together in his brain. Before him, you were in a relationship with a man who liked to hurt you whenever you made a mistake.

You gave a small nod, your bottom lip trembling as you tried to prevent a small sob from escaping. Johnny slowly moved to sit on the floor next to to, and grabbed your hands gently.

"Y/N, I will never, and I mean never lay a finger on you like that. Any man who does has no right to be called a man. I am so sorry you went through that." Johnny rubbed soothing circles into your wrists as his eyes stared lovingly into yours. "Don't worry about the stove being left on. It happens. I do shit like that all the time. Plus, I've gotten way worse burns than this, this is child's play."

You let out a soft chuckle as you exhaled deeply. "I love you, Johnny. Thank you. Let me at least grab the burn cream for you."

"I love you too, babe." He have you a warm smile as you walked over to the medicine cabinet and watched as you fumbled with the contents.

Johnny made a silent promise to himself that day, that if he ever saw your ex, he'd teach him a lesson of his own.

John Price-

"Hey, have you seen my white dress shirt? It's not in my closet." John asked, as he rummaged through your shared room. He had a gala tonight he was supposed to attend, and he couldn't find his favorite white shirt.

"Oh! I washed it, I knew you wanted to wear it, let me go grab it from the dryer." You called back, making your way to your laundry room.

You rummaged through the dryer, trying to find his shirt, and your heart dropped when you saw it. You pulled it out, revealing a giant ink stain on the front, and looked over to find a pen that had gone through the dryer along with it.

Your hand flew to your mouth as you let out a muffled sob. "No, no, no."

"Were you able to find it? I appriciate you washing-" John's voice was cut short as he took in the scene in front of him. "Is that my shirt?"

"John...I... I didn't know that it was..there was a pen." You started rambling, your voice trembling with each word.

John took a deep breath, trying to calm himself as he took in your state. "It's alright, love."

"No! No you're mad, I fucked up and now you're mad. I'm so sorry. I didn't know there was a pen, and..and.. please don't hate me." You sobbed, falling to your knees, your hands flying to your face.

John felt his heart shatter as he watched you crumble to the floor. He was very aware of the past you had with your family, a family that allowed for very few mistakes, and one that would punish you for any said mistakes.

"Y/N. Baby. It's okay." John crouched down beside you, pulling you into his lap. "I've got you, it's alright."

You choked out a sob as you threw your face into his chest, staining his shirt with your tears. "No, no, it's not. This was your favorite shirt and I fucked it up."

"Love, I was the one who left that pen in my pants. It's my fault, not yours. I promise you, honey, I'm not mad." He rubbed at your arms soothingly as he pressed kisses to your forehead.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding as you continued to clutch onto your husband's arms. "I should've looked, still. I'll buy you a new one."

"Aye, screw the shirt. I'm kind of glad it's ruined. I didn't want to go to that silly dress up party anyway. I'd much rather stay here with you."

"Really?" You asked, wiping away your tears.

"Really. I don't need some to be at some party with stuffy stuck-up pricks when I can be here with my pretty little partner. I'm gonna go order us some takeout. What do you say we get our pjs on and watch a movie, yeah?"

Kyle Gaz Garrick-

"Hey, babe. Can you keep me alive in this game for like 5 minutes? I have to go run to the bathroom, I can't pause it." Kyle called out.

"Oh, yeah, sure. I'm not very good at those kinds of games but I can try." You gave him a sheepish smile as you walked over to him.

"It should be super easy. Just walk anywhere, but where the guys with red bars over their heads are. Those are the enemies." Kyle said, before placing a kiss on your head. "I'll be super quick, I promise."

You swallowed thickly as Kyle walked away, your hands shaking slightly as you held onto the controller.

You managed to do pretty well at first, avoiding all of the enemies that were wandering around you. Luck, however, was not on your side for long.

An enemy came out of nowhere as you were pacing back and forth in one of the corners of the map and managed to kill you with one hit.

"Thanks for watching it, babe. I hate how I can't save my progress in -" Kyle stopped mid sentence as he saw the "YOU DIED" message flicker across the TV screen.

"Kyle, I'm so sorry. He...he came out of nowhere, and I.. it was one hit, and there wasn't anything I could do." You started to hyperventilate, your breathing increasing rapidly as tears brimmed in the corner of your eyes. "I was doing well, and I didn't see him I.. I'm so sorry."

"Hey, hey, it's okay!" Kyle was quick to come over to you, taking the controller from your hands. "I'm not mad, baby."

"But you losy your progress and I fucked up, and now you hate me." Your thoughts were racing through your head faster than you could process, and you threw your face into your hands as you let out a sob.

"Y/N. Baby. I promise you, I couldn't ever hate you. It's a stupid video game. It's okay. You're safe. You're with me, not him." Kyle gently pulled you into his lap as he began to press kisses to your hair. "It's okay, sweetheart. Besides, it gives me a chance to go back and loot better shit anyway."

You looked up to him through your bleary eyes, and gave a wobbly smile. "I don't deserve you, Kyle Garrick."

"Bugger off with that, love. If anyone doesn't deserve anyone, it's me who doesn't deserve you."

König-

You and König were cleaning up in the weapons/gear locker at the end of a brutal mission. The two of you moved in slow motion around the room, removing your gear and laying down your weapons to be cleaned.

"Maus, can you help me get this vest off? I can't seem to get the buckle." Königs voice shook you from your thoughts, and you turned to help your lover.

The strap of the vest seemed to be stuck, so you gave it a little tug. You evidently had put too much pressure, and it caused you to tear a hole in the fabric, leaving the strap useless.

Your mouth flew open, and you quickly ran over to grab one of the sewing kits on the table. You returned to him, and immediately started to thread at the fabric.

"Hey, hey, it's fine. It's just a tear. We can look at it later." König said, trying to grab at your frenzied hands.

"NO! No, I have to fix it!" You shoved him away as you continued to stitch at the torn fabric of his vest. "I have to fix it."

König watched helplessly as tears began to stream down your face, unable to do anything to console you.

He knew of your past boyfriend and how weak he made you feel. Any mistake you made would end with you being on the end of either physical, or mental abuse, and it made Königs blood boil thinking that anyone could harm someone like you.

"Maus." His voice was firm, catching your attention immediately. "Stop, please."

Your bottom lip wobbled, a whimper barely escaping your lips as you looked up at him. "But I ruined it."

"I don't care about the vest, schatz, it's military issued I can get another." He said gently, as he pulled your hands away from the vest. "I just need you to be okay."

"I'm..okay. Please don't me mad at me." You cried softly, looking back to the vest.

"I couldn't ever be mad at you for something like this. I'm not, and will not ever be like him, okay? You're alright, I promise you." His hands dropped yours and landed on the back of your neck, as he turned your head back to him.

"Tell me you're okay." He said, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

"I'm okay." You repeated, your eyes fluttering shut.

"Tell me you're safe." Another kiss was pressed to your cheek.

"I'm safe."

"Tell me you're loved." A kiss was placed to your forehead.

"I am loved." You repeated once more as a final kiss was placed to your lips. König had started this "mantra" of sorts one of the very first panic attacks you had with him, and it had become a comfort for you ever since. He was always the best at calming you down.

"You are so beautiful, Maus. I love you so much. Let's get the rest of this gear off and go to sleep, alright? I've got you."

And he did, he always had you. He'd never, in his life, ever let you feel like you were anything less than wonderful.

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A/N: thanks for reading!

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hii!! can you do one where situationship!peter like yells at trouble or something along those lines or is like embarrassed to be seen w her (i jsut wanna read something angsty 😭😭)

no rush ofc!! hope u had a good new years 🎀

added these two asks together <3

what do u think that frat!peter would do if he made trouble cry, like it was his fault

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when peter got a congratulatory clap on his shoulder with a 'heard you got cuffed up. good for you, man.' he brushed it off. peter had a good guess on why someone made that connection, he's been a little handsy with you at parties, and on campus. it's a natural thought.

when peter got nudged by a member of another frat, and a 'congrats, bro. she's a hottie.' he felt confused.

the third time it happened, while at his own house, peter finally asked what was up. 'where did you hear that?' a punch to his arm, 'your chick. she's telling everyone you're her boyfriend.'

and that? it made his blood boil.

'she's lying, i'm not dating anyone.' the brother's eyebrows raised, 'oh. i mean, i guess she told ja-' peter spoke up louder, 'she's a fucking liar.' the brother leaves it alone.

peter was almost pacing his floor while waiting for you. you've brought it up a thousand times, he's made his opinion very clear, and yet you're going behind his back and telling everyone he's the one thing he's not.

you don't notice his distaste, reaching out for a kiss you're dodged. peter wants to scoff at your pout, no wonder you feel sad, your boyfriend refused your touch.

'anything you wanna tell me, trouble?'

you're immediately taken back by his tone. 'anything that might get back to me?' you have a sinking feeling you know what it's about, you didn't know it would be whispered about, but you should've.

but, you won't put your foot in your mouth yet. 'i don't think so.' peter lets out a dry laugh, 'no? there's nothing that you did that makes you look fucking crazy?'

you swallow hard, is that what he thought of you? if so, he's wrong. 'i'm not crazy.' peter throws his hands up, 'really? okay, let's see if we can figure this one out together. i'm not your boyfriend, but apparently you're telling people i am. is that supposed to make you look sane?'

it's downright mean. 'you're being very condescending right now, peter. i don't like it.' peter's loud with his next sentence. 'just how i don't like being called your fucking boyfriend?'

your world comes crashing down. how could he be so brutal with such ease. it's so harsh you can't swallow back your emotions.

tears blot at your eyes while your lower lip trembles. 'is the idea of being with me that bad?' peter feels as crushed as you look. once it starts you can't stop, and to break down in front of peter, after he just called you fucking crazy, makes you dehumanize yourself.

you huff small breaths and try to wipe away the tears as they fall. you struggle to say your words without pausing to gasp. 'you didn't even... ask why.' it brings a new wave, he's being silent and you think it's over and final and you didn't get a chance to plead your case.

'i need... to leave.' you can't breathe, you can't even feel your feet when you move. you don't make it far because peter's in front of you and using his chest to back you up.

'alright, alright. just stop crying, okay?' peter doesn't know what to do because he's never actually made a girl cry that hard, or at least in his face, making him aware of his actions and how he could've tried to approach this in a calm way.

'you hate me,' you gasp, 'and you think i'm crazy,' another gasp, but this time you're scooped into his hold. 'stop. please, stop. please stop crying.' peter thinks if he squeezes you hard enough he could piece the parts he ruined back together.

'i'm sorry. i'm so sorry.' peter doesn't know what he wanted, but it wasn't a pleading apology coughed out between sobs. fuck, he was mean, wasn't he? 'stop it, trouble. just breathe, alright? it's done, okay?'

oh, peter's shit at this. you cry even harder, 'i know we are. i'm so sorry, i'll tell everyone i made it up and... and you-'

'we're not done. the conversation is done. just please stop fucking crying.' peter can't stress it enough because he feels so guilty he's about to start crying in solidarity.

'no! not until, not until you hear-'

'i'm not going to listen to anything until you can say three words without holding your breath.' it's useless, 'i think i'm dying.' you don't know how, but you're held even tighter to his chest, 'you're not dying. you're upset because i said mean things.'

you're able to take a deep breath, it feels good. 'you did.' peter can finally relax, you're not on the verge of passing out anymore. 'i know. i was really mean, wasn't i?'

'yeah.' fuck, he really, really hates how miserable he made you. peter cares about you, it's the one thing he makes sure to tell you, but he doesn't think you talk to the people you care about that way.

'i promise i'm not crazy, i just-'

'you're not crazy and i should've never said that.' you try to keep your face tilted down when peter pulled back, but he was adamant on having you look at him.

'i'm so sorry, okay? i was caught off guard by all these comments today and i took it out on you. you're right, i should've asked why. but i didn't, and i'm sorry.'

'jackson ruth got all weird and touchy at his party last week and i just blurted out that you were my boyfriend so he'd leave me alone and i swear i didn't mean for him to have it spread.'

you hate that you made him ashamed, maybe you said that part out loud too because you think you saw something break inside his eyes.

peter softly cups your face, any stray droplets cleared with a brush of his thumbs under your eyes. 'i'm not ashamed of you, i'd never be ashamed of you. you're my baby.'

hook, line, and sinker.

'you are always allowed to use my name if you need to, i promise. i was a dick and i made you cry and now i feel like shit that i made you feel like shit, and now i feel even shitter because i'm somehow making this about me.'

you wrap your hands around his, you'd rather him keep his hold. you feel special. 'do you mean it?' peter nods softly, he leans down for a kiss. it's warming, your chest blossoms wide.

if you were fucking crazy, hypothetically, you'd claim the accusation boldly when he says 'on everything i love.'

#frat!peter drabbles

[kairiscorner]

married life. — kento nanami x spouse!reader (part 1)

summary: he'd give up his old habits and more just to see you smile, be with you for a little longer, and make you the happiest person in the whole damn world; he's your husband for that very reason. pairing: nanami kento x spouse!gn!reader genre: tooth-rotting fluff !! content warnings: mentions of slight alcoholism author's note: i saw that fanart of nanami that i reblogged and my mind just came up with all kinds of shit for him. i loved him for 6 months straight, I WANNA GET BACK THERE, LET ME LOVE HIM FOR 6 MONTHS MORE !!

kento nanami comes home from his dead-end, nowhere 9 to 5 job, exhausted and in need of rest. about a year ago, all he had to comfort him was a bottle of pricey wine that he indulged in every end of the month or so, not minding it was nearing its expiry date. he only had store-bought bread and whatever melodramatic soap opera was on TV to entertain him.

kento nanami was indeed, lonely; he was well aware of his own loneliness and needed nobody to point that out for him. it always made him feel worse whenever anybody would say how handsome he is or he's not getting any younger and that he has to settle down at some point.

kento nanami was never the jealous type, though whenever he'd hear word about a coworker of his or whoever getting married and being invited to the ceremony, he'd always feel a kind of pang in his heart, knowing he could never have that kind of life.

kento nanami had given up all hope of finding the right person, none of the people he had met recently were anything he felt connected to (or could even start a conversation with).

kento nanami used to clutch his wine bottle at night, hiccuping in a drunken state as the dialogue from the characters on the late night soap opera on TV was fading from his senses and sleep had come to finally take him away.

kento nanami however, gets woken up in the middle of the night to the feeling of warm hands on both sides of his face; hearing a soft, gentle voice call his name as he grumbles and groans.

kento nanami hears a giggle ring throughout his ears as he's being helped up by soft hands. "kento... if you were that tired, you could've asked for my help, love." you chided him gently as he hummed in confusion.

kento nanami sighed as he tried to stand up. "my... spouse isn't gonna like... that you're helping my drunk self off the couch... right now..." he said as he nearly staggered, but you aided him up as you nearly carried him up the stairs. "they don't want to see... me drinking anymore... but i can't help it, i miss them... too much, the alcohol... it brings me closer to them, lets me stay with them a little... little longer in my dreams..." he mumbled.

kento nanami began to tear up lightly as he kept mumbling and muttering about how much he loves his spouse, how much they saved him from a lifetime of loneliness he already accepted was going to be his life. "i can't believe that... that i... i was saved from... growing old all by myself... a miserable, meaningless life... a life without them by them... and i pull this stunt on them after... promising i'd be better... it didn't make me feel any better, it made me feel sadder." he confessed to you as you got him up to your shared bedroom and laid him down on the bed.

kento nanami sobbed as he kept going on and on about his beloved spouse, how he wants to be better and that they've looked forward to the day when he could spend one evening without him being passed out on the couch from the habit he had yet to get rid of him drinking himself to sleep before he got married.

kento nanami felt loving hands stroke his hair and shush him, kissing his temples as he tried to say sorry to his spouse. "please stop kissing and holding me... my spouse'll be sad... i wanna see them so bad..." he whispered as you chuckled. "kento, i am your spouse." you tell him as you felt over his ring finger, the two of you wearing the rings you both slid on each other on the day of your wedding.

kento nanami blinked his tears away in realization, and his face scrunched up even more as he began to sob harder. he wrapped his arms around your waist and cried into your shoulder, apologizing that he should've squared up, he shouldn't have let you down, but you shushed him and told him with a comforting voice that it was okay. "it's hard to get out of a habit, love... i know that. i'm not angry, i'm not disappointed... i'll stay with you forever, kento, you don't need to keep that in your dreams. i'll always be with you." you promised him as you kissed the top of his head, with him thanking you and kissing your cheeks, his tears wetting them as he muttered how in love he is with you, how he'll work on this starting tomorrow, but for now... all he wants to do is hold you in his arms and sleep with you, just lay here on the bed with you in his arms and with his heart beating in harmony with yours.

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Forgetter: Jason Todd x reader

This was one hell of a day.

(this narrator got a feeling like she's been using this line in the story way too often, but hey! Y/N had a really busy and hectic life so what do you expect me to say?)

No, but seriously.

When she got into the shop in the morning before work to do some quick grocery and saw the flowers and buquetes standing pretty much everywhere, her first thought was what's the occation.

Took her three hours to realise the date on the calendar.

February 14th

St. Valentine's Day.

And it made her smile wondering what kind of gift her beloved boyfriend would offer her. Honestly she would be over the moon with just one flower or a simple card, but knowing Jason and his deeply hidden romantic soul he would go for something original.

So all that was left was waiting for the evening till the end of her shift and getting home to have some hearty celebration.

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8 hours passed in a blur. Between a ton of people wanting something, new cases and stuff needed ASAP or even yesterday, stupid photocopier that refused to cooperate and a few small but quite painful paper cuts there wasn't much time to fantasise.

And all she needed for some love, peace and quiet, perhaps a glass of wine and chocolate, movie and cuddles with her favourite teddy bear while whispering sweet words of some long forgotten Romanticism poet.

Instead, she walked in on a blood stain on the floor. A red trail starting from the window and leading to the kitchen.

KITCHEN.

Out of all places that was the one he decided to crawl into, and it made her shiver. There might have been a few reasons behind his (lack-of) logic, but this room was the only one filled with sharp tools perfect for defence. Or attack. Depending on the side.

"JASON!!?!?" she yelled dropping her bag on the floor and completely forgetting about the necessity of keeping quiet while in a potentially dangerous situation. "JACE WHERE ARE YOU!?!?!" she frantically rushed to the kitchen searching for dead bodies or chopped limbs.

There was no such thing.

But-

the pile of dirty dishes in the sink

the mobs of clothes begging for laundry

unidentified stains on the floor, the origin of which she didn't even want to guess

and the smell of burning.

and her wonderfully wonderful boy wonder sitting in the middle of it all, shirtless (which may have been a mildly mitigating circumstance) with some new fresh cuts and bruises (which were definitely aggravating the situation) patching himself up.

"Hey princess." he said jauntily sending her the most charming smile as if this was all normal.

"Jace--" she opened her mouth to say something, anything but no words came out and she just froze in the middle of the kitchen with empty eyes fixed on his silhouette.

"Hey. Hey Y/N? What happened? Look at me." despite the stinging and half-applied stiches he got alarmed and was by her side immediately. "Baby. Come on, talk to me." his hand on her cheek brought her back to reality.

"What- What is all this?" she half-sobbed waving her hand around the mess.

"Oh, yeah, right, sorry about that. Didn;t really have much time for the house maintenace today. I got a trail of this villain that-"

"Villain....?" she stuttered. Any other day, any other night she wouldn't say a thing about his Red Hood duties, but 14th? Did it mean nothing to him.

"Yeah, I've been hunting him down for weeks now and-"

"Jason..."

"I got involved and lost sense of time I guess while--"

"Jason..."

"Look I promise I will clean it later, after --"

"TODD!" she yelled in frustration

"WHAT?" he spat back instinctivelly getting into fighting mode when her scream spurred him on. "shit. sorry. Sorry baby, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to shout at you... Hey! Hey Y/N, please, don't cry!" the tears falling down her cheeks were both confusing and heartbreaking "god. fuck. I'm sorry. I;m so sorry..." he muttered wrapping arms around her and pulling her to his chest feeling guilty like never before.

"What day is today...?" she sobbed, the words a bit muffled due to the squeeze.

"Wednesday."

"What day of the month?!"

"14th...." his eyes grew wide "Oh, holy fuck...."

The amount and variety of curses that rushed through his head are not to be repeated here.

The one that took the spotlight though was something along the line of him being a total fuckup for forgetting the so-called most romantic day of the year.

Holy fucking mother fuckery fuck. (yeah, I know what I said before about not quoting his thoughts, but screw it, he was wailing in self-hatred).

And even if it meant nothing to him, it meant so much to her. And she was his girlfrend, his lover, his soulmate so this was a huge, huge failure on his part.

"Y/N..." he whispered not sure how to proceed but knowing well enough he had to thread carefully. "Y/N, princess, please forgive me...." the grip on her body tightened significantly as Jason headed to the rage fit and was barely holding back from punching a wall in blind fury on himself for letting her down.

"I just wanted some quality time with you..."

"Quality time?" he repeated. That was a surprise. So she didn;t want flowers? Jewellery? Chocolate? A spa weekend? An expensive shopping on his expense. Cause he would give her all that if she said a single word. But she chooses...

"Yeah, quality time." she pulled back and looked up into those remorseful green eyes. "Just you and me. No vigilante. No Red Hood. I know it's a lot to ask, but please... please..., be Jason Todd for me tonight."

"Y/N." his tone was serious and she knew what was coming.

"Ok... Ok, I get it..." she muttered, avoiding his eyes, wriggling to escape his embrace.

"Don't you move away from me, you silly girl!" he grabbed her waist again and carried her to the couch bridal style. "Quality time. You want it you got it."

"Did you just paraphrase--"

"Ariana Grande. Yes. But trust me, she got nothing on you."

"Does it mean--?"

"I'm staying with you. But only on one condition."

"And what may that be?" she smiled softly, nuzzling against his chest.

"You get into your silly head that I love you every day of the freaking year, ok? I don;t need those five special days to go overboard while forgetting the other 360. My love is always with you."

"You only say it cause you're too much of a pussy to admit you fucked up." she teased, but smiled fully through the remnants of the tears

"Oh did I really?" he brushed lips over hers "did I really fuck up?"

"Big time..."

"guess that leaves me 364 days left to beg for your forgiveness."

"Idiot!" she punched his chest playfully

"Come on sweatheart we both know you love me." he grabbed her wrist and kissed the inside of it before planting soft pecks on each of her knuckles while looking deep into her eyes.

"Yeah... you keep telling yourself that..." she hummed.

She loved him.

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #red hood x you #jason todd x y/n #red hood x y/n #jason todd fluff #red hood fluff

[babybluebex]

look ik that it's perv!eddie and he's a little shit but also i'm in a mushy mood and i need to know the moment that eddie realizes he's actually in love with his princess 🥺

rose omg this is so angsty, i planned for this to go one way and then it... evolved... but i promise it's not the last part!! there are a bunch more left!! cw angst, fighting, admissions of guilt, eddie lays everything on the line for princess, breakups

“Wait,” Eddie said firmly. He sat up, moving you from off of him, and your heart instantly plummeted into your stomach. Had you said the wrong thing? Were the movies right, and you had said it too soon and scared him? “Wait, wait, princess, what did you just say?”

“I-I said I love you,” you mumbled. “‘Cause I do! I love you a lot, Eddie—“

“You don’t love me,” Eddie said quickly. “It’s hardly been a month, a-and you’re just confused. You think you love me because you’re swimming in a soup of emotions right now, I mean, fuck, you just came and now you’re—!”

“I didn’t mean to scare you,” you told him earnestly, grabbing at his arm. “I wanted to tell you the night we went to Stevie’s but I held off, but I’m done holding off! I-I love you, Eddie! I think about you all the time, I always want to be right next to you, I can’t wait to see you every day; isn’t that love?”

Eddie was quiet, watching you with wide eyes. “Yeah,” he whispered. “That’s love. Fuck, you love me, princess.”

“Uh-huh,” you said. “Um… Do you love me?”

“What?” Eddie asked sharply, and you jumped back, your hands falling from his arm as if he had burned you.

"Daddy—" you started, but Eddie shook his head quickly, silencing you without saying a single word.

"Don't call me that," Eddie said. "No, it only makes me... Makes me fall for you harder."

Your whole body went all hot, like melty ice cream, melting down Eddie's arm. "Do you..." you started. "Eddie. Please don't be mean right now."

"I'm not trying to be mean, princess," Eddie told you. "For once, with you, I'm trying to be genuine. I'm not trying to pull one over on you or take advantage of you right now, but I don't know how to be honest with you. But I love how you love me, and it scares the hell out of me because I am so not worthy of your love."

"Yes, you are," you told him. "Da-Eddie, you are so worthy of my love, because you've given me every reason to love you. You're kind to me and you respect me—"

"But I don't," Eddie said quickly. "Baby, you don't get it, I haven't done right by you, since the very first day we met. I've hurt you, in ways that you just don't understand, and I'm not sure you can ever understand—"

"Are you calling me dumb?" you asked. You didn't dare hold back your tears, and you sniffled and wiped your eyes on the back of your hand. "Maybe Nancy was right about you."

"She is," Eddie said, and your heart seized up. You expected a fight, for Eddie to call Nancy a nasty name and try to convince you that he was right and she was wrong, but his lack of fight only made you feel... Empty. "She's totally right about me. I'm no good for you, and you should break up with me right now, before you realize that I'm in love with you too now."

"Are you?" you asked. "Are you in love with me?"

"God, fuck, yes, I am," Eddie told you. "I love you so much, it makes my heart hurt. I do all the same as you described, I think about you all the time and I wonder what you're doing when you're away, and I fucking hate making you cry, I hate that shit so much. But I'm such an awful boyfriend to you, I'm an awful person to you, there's no reason why we should even be together in the first place."

"Eddie," you sobbed. "Please don't say that! I-I only wanna hear about how you love me, please just say it to me. I love you too, Eddie, I love you so much—"

"Stop it," Eddie said quickly. "Stop it, I told you, I'm not worthy—"

"You're not worthy because you've done bad things?" you asked. "I've done bad things too! I lie to my parents and cheat on my homework, and I graduate in a month and I don't know what I wanna do with my life, with college or with a job or anything, but you— You, Eddie! I feel like I have a purpose when I'm with you! I've never had a purpose before, and I like my purpose when I'm with you!"

"This is just what I mean, you don't understand," Eddie said. "You don't get it, because you're so sweet and nice, you're everything good with this world, and I've made you into something horrible. You should hate me for what I've done to you."

"What have you done to me?" you sniffled, crossing your arms over your chest indignantly. "Tell me, if it's so bad."

"I lied to you," Eddie said instantly. "The very first day, I lied to you. I lied to you to get you to show me your tits, because I'm selfish and wanted something, and I knew that I could manipulate you into getting what I wanted. That's all I've ever done to you, is lie to you and manipulate you, just so I can get what I want. I used you, baby, I used you and your innocence and your kindness to get what I want."

"What did you want?" you asked softly, hesitating to even ask. "What did you want from me that you had to lie to get?"

"I wanted you!" Eddie exclaimed. He sighed and stood still for a moment, watching you standing there, still in his shirt, your panties clinging to your hips, your legs still shaking from the beautiful orgasm he had given you, and seeing you standing there in such a state, sobbing with snot flowing from your nose, it only made him sigh again. "I wanted you, baby, and I knew there was no way I could get you if I was honest."

"That's not fair," you whined. "If I can't call you Daddy right now, you can't call me baby or princess or anything!" Your mouth screwed up in anger and the hot bubble of it was slothing in your chest, and you couldn't help the words that burst forth: "This is bullshit!"

Eddie looked wounded. "Baby, don't curse—" he started, but you brandished your finger at him, silencing him.

"I'll curse all I want!" you cried. "Because you made me this way! You used me, Eddie, you used me for your own fucking selfish wants, and you tell me that, but then you tell that you love me, like that makes it all okay? Fuck you, Eddie Munson. Take me home."

"Princess, please—"

"Take me home," you snapped. "Take me home, lose my number, you can tell Steve that I broke up with you because I finally wised up. I bet you guys had a big laugh over how stupid I am, huh?" You sniffled and mopped up your tears, and you bent down to grab your clothes, and you whipped the shirt up over your head. "Don't look at me," you told him, and Eddie sighed, looking away.

"For the record," Eddie said. "It was Steve's idea. Wanting to see your tits that night."

"Is that supposed to make it okay?" you asked. "You still went along with it."

By the time you were dressed again, Eddie had gathered his car keys, and he held the door open for you as you huffed out to his van. You pushed his hand away as you climbed up into the passenger seat, and you shut your own door before you crossed your arms and sulked.

The part that hurt the worst was that you loved him. You loved him with every part of you, every inch of you loved every inch of him, but he had used you. He was selfish and had abused you, and you couldn't find it in your heart to forgive him. The ride was quiet, Eddie taking his time with the drive, and, when you got home, you started to slam the door. "Wait," Eddie said, and he said your name. You couldn't ever recall him using your name once before— you were always his princess, his baby. "I'm sorry. Listen, I'm just sorry, alright? I know you're pissed at me, and you have every right to be, but... Call me if you want to. Okay? I love—"

You shut the door before he could finish.

#bex answers #bex's drabbles #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #perv!eddie #perv!eddie munson #perv!eddie munson x reader #joseph quinn #joseph quinn x reader #tw innocent reader #rose 🍃

[mikachacha]

𝚃𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚛 (𝙱𝚊𝚍𝚊 𝙻𝚎𝚎 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚡 𝚁𝚎𝚍𝚢)

Synopsis: You know that Bada is already done with you and your relationship but you tried to hide your pain just to keep her. You tried to fool yourself but your world came crashing down when you accidentally saw a text from Redy, Bada's ex girlfriend.

Warnings: language, mentions of cheating, some manipulation and gas lighting and this will be heavy so be advised 🥹🫶

(A/N: So uhhh please don't murder me after this one gets posted 😭 i cried making this but i like torturing myself and apparently other people so here it is 🤧)

(Edit: due to popular demand, there's a part two for this ❤)

𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝙾𝚗𝚎 | 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚃𝚠𝚘

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You noticed a lot of changes between yours and Bada's relationship the past few weeks. She seemed more distance, always on her phone and has little to no time for you. Whenever you try and confront her about it, she'll just say that she's busy with work and you accepted that. Not until you received a call from Lusher asking where Bada is since she's rarely showing up at practices which confused you a lot. Bada always says that she's going to practice with the girls but apparently, she isn't. You couldn't answer Lusher and just ended the call, your tears streaming down your face as a sense of dread washed over you. Could it be that Bada is seeing someone else?

Hours felt like years as you waited for Bada to come home, you sat there, feeling so numb from all the thoughts racing through your head. When she finally came home, she looked at you, confused as you looked angry.

"Baby what's wrong? You look upset.." Bada asked and tried to kiss you but you pushed her away. You wanted to confront her, you wanted the truth out of her so you can ease your mind.

"Where have you been? Lusher called me earlier and she told me that you weren't coming to practices with them so where the hell have you been, Bada?!" you asked and she was taken aback by your outburst before wrapping her arms around you and placing kisses anywhere she could.

"Oh baby.. You're overthinking again.. I was actually with an upcoming girl group, I was chosen as their choreographer for their debut so I wasn't able to practice with Lusher and the girls.. Please don't be mad at me.." she says and you knew it was all a lie but you accepted it because you couldn't imagine yourself without Bada. You love her way too much and the thought of her leaving you scared you more than anything. So you let this one slide and hoped that your gut feeling is wrong with this.

Few days has passed and Bada has made it up to you, she has been incredibly sweet and made you feel so loved. She took some time off so she could stay home with you which made you happy and almost forget about all the pain you felt the past few weeks when she barely had time for you. You were awoken by Bada's alarm setting off but your girlfriend was still fast sleep so you reached out to her phone to turn it off. You squinted your eyes a bit to adjust to the phone's brightness but when you did, your blood ran cold. You saw a message from Redy, Bada's ex girlfriend.

“I love you and I miss you already 🥺” you read the text and your heart broke to pieces as it was confirmed to you that Bada is really seeing someone and not just anyone, it was Redy whom she claimed is just friends with her now.

You got out of bed and straight to the bathroom where you finally broke down crying. How can you be so dumb to believe that Bada and Redy just became best friends overnight? Now you feel stupid for sticking with Bada and believing all the lies she said to you even when the evidence of her being untrue is right there, clear as day.

Bada woke up when she heard sniffles and sobs from the bathroom then she saw her phone on your side of bed. Panic and dread washed over her, cursing at how stupid she is for not noticing her alarm and hiding Redy's text.

"Shit.. Y/N? Baby?" Bada knocked on the bathroom and tried to open it but you locked it, not ready to see her any time soon or hear her lame ass explanation.

"Leave, Bada! You and I are over! Go back crawling to your fucking friend!" you screamed and Bada knew that it really was over for you and her. With a sigh, she began packing her belongings and left your apartment while you sat in your bathroom, crying your eyes out.

Not even two weeks has passed when you heard that Bada and Redy are officially back together and it felt like a stab to the heart. It didn't even took her a month to move on from you, well she was moving on before you called it quits anyways, you're just way too stupid to not notice it. It pissed you off, it made you sick to the stomach that Bada's so proud to be with Redy but it took her months to admit that you guys are dating. You sighed, closing your eyes as you could feel sorrow wash over you again, as it had since the day Bada walked out of your life. She's so happy now, and you doubt that she'll ever be sorry for all the pain she made you feel.

#bada lee #bada lee x reader #swf2 #swf2 x reader #bada x reader

[crabcollectorskykid]

May I request a fic about vet!skykid reader and the sully family, where reader goes out with the kids and spider, when they get ambushed by Quradrinth (idk if I spelt it right), and they get taken with spider. And Quradrinth’s crew starts to run experiments on them to see what they are. Later they end up taking reader with Spider when they hunt the Tulkun. Then when Lo’ak and Neteyam go back for Spider, they save reader as well. (Also, Neteyam doesn’t get shot.) Everyone goes back to the Metakiyan clan and gets patched when the Sully see that reader has a lot injuries from the experiments?

"I wanna go home.."

Sully family + spider x vet!reader

Genre: angst/comfort

Warnings: violence,death threats,experiments,war?,near death,lots of injuries,swearing,a bit brutal about a certain procedure for (___)

Pronouns: they/them

You guys...I love you guys so much, I absolutely love this kind of angst request where reader gets hurt. I like torturing people in fanfics so this is perfect but I'll try not to make it too brutal with the experiments, ENJOY THE FOOD ANGST LOVERS. Also note that the reader will be a bit shorter than spider

"where's spider and (___)?" Jake asked kiri who was crying "they took them. They took spider and (___)." Kiri sobbed between the sentence, neytiri was comforting her by hugging her "...shit."

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"STOP IT YOU'RE HURTING THEM!" Spider yelled witnessing the crew doing experiments on (___) who was chained on a bed. What kind of experiments you might say, well glad you asked it involves using sharp tools,needles,lots of blood samples,and other things you don't wanna know. "STOP IT PLEASE" spider begged trying to get out of the chair he was strapped into, they eventually stopped the experiments but (___) was barely moving hell I don't think they're even concious, spider quickly went to their side trying to wake them up "s-shit, dude wake up don't die on me just yet. C'mon stand up!" Spider panicked, he didn't wanna lose you yet. You were the only person he knows in the room. Once again they took spider and strapped him in the chair, they took (___) and strapped them in a machine. They turned it on and the things infront of him started circling and the fact it has lights made it worse since a headache started occuring, not even just a headache it felt like your head was about to explode so you started doing everything you can to get out of the machine. The lady with a hat started talking "where is Jake sully?" She said hoping to get an answer but you didn't talk you can't.

"stop it please!" Spider pleaded, the longer you were in that machine the harder for you to stay up "y'know this will all stop if you just tell us where he is." The lady said but you barely heard the words she said, everything EVERYTHING was barely there you can't see,hear,or even comprehend clearly, not with this thing on you "their mind is blank, it's all blurry." The lady said looking at the hologram of your brain". "THEY CANT TALK, STOP IT YOURE GONNA KILL THEM!" spider pleaded again noticing that (___) was moving in and out of consciousness, they also stopped struggling which was very weird. Quaritch can't bare to hear spider again and stopped the machine, this made the lady look at quaritch with a look of confused and a bit of anger. (___) was unconscious and had a nosebleed, spider managed to get out of the chair and went to (___) side who was on the ground in a bad condition. "general, let me handle these." Quaritch said the general looked a bit shock and said "this better be worth it."

Spider was in a room with a table in the middle, he went under it somewhat giving him comfort that he's safe but what he is worrying right now is (___) they were nowhere to be seen and that made him worried what could've to them. Were they dead?are they alive?are they doing experiments on them again? All those questions were not helping him in the current situation he is in. The door opened which made him defensive and hugged himself, the person crouch down and saw it was the guy who stopped the machine but even tho he did that he was not gonna trust him that easily. Once he saw he was going to the other side of the table he took the chance to try and escape but unfortunately the blue caught caught what he was doing and quickly grabbed him from going further "whoa whoa, easy tiger easy." He said putting him on the table that was weirdly gentle since he thought he was gonna be rough, spider was about to do it again but a big blue hand stopped him from doing so. He tried escaping the hand by lashing out trying to push his hand out of the way but he was much bigger and stronger than him so it was quite impossible to do so. So he calmed down a bit, the blue guy raised his hands showing that he wasn't gonna show harm "we good?" He asked, spider looked everywhere BUT him.

*timeskip to where they save spider because I'm in a hurry*

"dude c'mon hurry!" Lo'ak said to spider "wait, (___) is still in there we need to go and get them!" Spider said running inside the ship "lo'ak let's go, like spider said they are still in there!" Neteyam said grabbing lo'aks hand dragging him inside the ship, spider opened a door which leads to the lab (___) was in. They were tied on a wall, they looked weak and in pain so they quickly got them out of it "hey Birdy, don't worry we'll be out of here." Neteyam said cutting the ropes helping you stand up "C'mon let's hurry up or else-" "oi! What are you do-" before the crewman get to finish finish his sentence (___) quickly took the gun from lo'aks hands and shot him "...damn good aim bro." Spider said, all four of them quickly running to find an exit but some of quaritch's crew found them so they quickly his behind the pipes near an open water but they can't just go into it or else they'll get shot, neteyam was trying to shoot the crew "GO GO!" Neteyam yelled spider and lo'ak quickly jumped but (___) stayed not wanting to leave neteyam. Soon after the bullets ran out and they had to jump "when I count to 3 we jump." Neteyam said looking at (___) who nodded "1,2,3!" Both of them quickly jump, the crew trying to shoot them. "There you guys are, c'mon hurry up." Spider said swimming lo'ak was about to follow him but saw neteyam holding (___) up "w-whats wrong?" He asked knowing damn well what happened "they got shot." Neteyam said holding (___) up more since it looks like they were starting to choke on the water "hurry, over here!" Tsiyera said who was riding her ilu, neteyam quickly swam towards it and laid (___) there. He quickly started to look for the gunshot wound and in relief that they just got hit in the shoulder and not somewhere major.

"kiri and Tuk is still there." Tsiyera said lo'ak looked a bit hesitant and said "we can't go back." He said the iku swimming faster.

The gang saw Jake landing on a rock which made them shout at him so they can get his attention "Dad! Help!" Lo'ak said making the ilu go towards him, neteyam was at the back holding (___) up while putting pressure on their wound "Please!" Tsiyera pleaded, you looked young, too young and you were losing alot of blood, you are not gonna die young. Once they were close enough Jake helped them get (___) of the ilu and made them lay on the rock, Jake gentle looked at (___)'s back and sighed "the bullet didn't went through, t-that's good." He stuttered a bit stress by the situation "lo'ak put pressure on the wound to stop the bleeding." He said, lo'ak quickly followed his demand putting pressure on the wound, he saw that the gunshot wasn't the only thing that harmed you but cuts and bruises were scattered around your body making him worried what quaritch had done to you, he looked at spider and asked "what happened to them, why are they covered in bruises?" Spider looked a bit puzzled and said "i-i can expl-" but before he could finish his sentence neytiri went down on ikran and went by Jake side "what happened, are they ok?" Neytiri asked a bit worried, neytiri considered as one of her own she basically raised after you lost your own home and kept you under her wing, she watch you grew and seeing you in this state made her angry on who hurted a "harmless" angel like you "kiri and tuk are still in the ship." Tsiyera said, Jake and neytiri looked at eachother and nodded neteyam was about to tell them that he's gonna follow but Jake beat him to it "all of you stay here and monitor (___)'s condition." Jake knelt down on one knee infront of lo'ak and neteyam "right now I need you guys to protect (___) from any harm, that is an order. So please, don't fail this one mission for me." He said rubbing both of lo'aks and Neteyam's head.

*timeskip to the village*

The family reach the village and saw tonowari and Ronal who were waiting for them tonowari was about to speak but Jake quickly stopped him "I need you to help them please" Jake pleaded, Ronal quickly led them to a marui where medical stuff were prepared. The metkayinas watch as Ronal patched up the cuts and bruises you had but she was frustrated at the gun wound, Tsiyera was hugging lo'ak looking away from the scene because she can't seem to ahndle seeing (___) in pain afterall you were simply a child "the gun wound is too deep, I don't have the right equipments to get it out and it looks like they don't have much time if the gun wound isn't treated." Ronal said looking at Jake, neytiri closed her mouth and cried. Jake quickly thought and said "I need my friend norm to come here and help me with this." Jake said to tonowari who was a bit hesitant whether to say yes or no "please, I need them alive. They are still too young to die." Jake pleaded again, tears was pricking up in his eye, tonowari looked at Ronal for an answer who suprisingly nodded her head "alright." Tonowari nodded.

"give me the tweezers (I think that's what they call it)." Norm said as they quickly handed it to him, he hesitated a bit and Jake noticed it "w-whats wrong?" He stuttered not liking on what's going to happen, norm sighed and had a stern look. "Kiddo, what I'm going to do will be a bit painful. Can you take it?" Norm asked he didn't want you to die but this was gonna be painful without anaesthesia, once he saw you slightly nod he prepared them "take the children away-take them away!" Norm yelled at the metkayinas and neteyam who had Tuk, norm rarely gets serious like this so Jake was a bit nervous "I'm gonna count to three. 1,2,3!" Once he finished counting he put the tweezers inside your shoulder trying to find the bullet as quickly as he can, the tweezers touching your flesh,nerves,and bones made you feel an unbearable pain. You tried to hold it in but you can't you simply just can't, all you could do was let out a blood curdling scream that made the na'vis have goosebumps from. Neytiri and Jake was affected by it the most since you were like their child after they started taking care of you, lo'ak had to take Tsiyera away because of how much she was crying. The other metkayinas also went away because they couldn't handle seeing a child let out a bloody scream, some even covered their mouths, and some even muttered pitiness.

You were mumbling 'stop' 'please' 'it hurts' but they can't do anything, neytiri was crying as she was trying to comfort you and calm you down. All of them felt helpless,useless as they watch you experience the pain, hell even Ronal felt sorry for you and as for tonowari he had the look of horror. You might be thinking, is it really that bad? Yes, yes it is. I could animate but I simply cannot animate something disturbing but finally norm took out the bullet, he quickly instructed them clean the wound and patch them while he prepares for the sedate. Ah I see, why did he not do it in the first place? The dumbass helicopter just arrived with it, that's what.

Jake and tonowari talked to eachother while Ronal and neytiri was talking to each other, Ronal was comforting neytiri after the experience (look man, I want them as besties not enemies-). "Gosh for once I'm glad I was not there to experience that." Neteyam said after lo'ak explained the situation about the procedure, aonung looked like he was about to puke "was it really that bad?" Lo'ak asked he didn't get to see the whole procedure because he went away, aonung shot a glare at him and puked "bold of you to say that, I EXPERIENCED THE WHOLE THING!" he yelled the last part before puking again "the poor child, what had they done to experience that? They looked too young too!" Tsiyera said wiping her tears, she sent a glare towards aonung and said "aonung, don't you dare make fun of them unless you want me to snitch you on mom." She said, even if her eyes were full of tears when they were walking away she still saw a glimpse of her mother's face which was filled with sadness and horror "don't worry I won't, not after they went through that." He responded

After all of them calmed down, the sully and the tonowari's family were talking to each other, you were in a small mattress and a pillow was on your head and kiri&Tuk was by your side doing your hair, something comfortable is important after experiencing something like that "spider, can you tell me what happened to (___)?" Jake asked once more and spider sighed "They kept on experimenting on them trying to find out what they are,they kept putting strange liquids in their body and basically tortured them if they didn't talk. The cuts were from the experiments and the bruises were from uhm, quaritch's crew beating up (___) if they didn't talk.." the explanation made Jake furious he was quite literally muttering threats under his breath but neytiri calmed him down "ma'jake, it's ok they are gone now. They are dead." Neytiri said silently happy that she didn't held back her anger when they were fighting in the ship finding their daughters. Spider had a look of guiltiness but no one saw that, I don't think he has the courage to say it afterall, he doesn't wanna be skinned alive by the sully family after they found out he saved their number one enemy.

#avatar 2 #avatar imagine #avatar: the way of water #kiri #neteyam #lo'ak #tuktirey #tuk #aonung #tsiyera #ronal #tonowari #jake sully #neytiri #kiri x reader #neteyam x reader #lo'ak x reader #aonung x reader #tsiyera x reader #ronal x reader #tonowari x reader #jake sully x reader #neytiri x reader

[lazyjellyfish300]

Brownies and a Backyard Proposal 🍫🐇🩷💍

Miguel O'Hara x gn!Reader S/O

Synopsis: Miguel proposes to you at your family's backyard Easter gathering. Let's hope it all goes to plan. 🤭 part 2 of my Easter proposal mini series🐰💍💝 (these are all separate, unrelated stories but each one has a happy ending and cute twist) You don't have to celebrate Easter to enjoy the story. 💜

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CW: a little suggestive, a marijuana reference but nothing too explicit, then just fluff. Word count 1.7k

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You polished off the last deviled egg with a smile on your face, your plate of food balanced on your lap as Miguel sat next to you in the backyard of your family's house. Your younger cousins and nieces and nephews were running around, the contents of the plentiful Easter chocolate they consumed taking over their systems, turning them into sugary menaces. 

Miguel chuckles and leans back in his chair, taking your hand. It had been so long since he had been to a big family gathering like this. It was refreshing and he appreciated how welcome your folks made him feel. As you sipped your soda, Miguel looked at you like you were sunshine in human form sitting next to him. If only you knew what was about to happen. 

You notice his cheesy look in your peripheral vision, and your sibling across from you has their face all curled up in some sort of meme-able expression.

 

"What?" You ask, looking from Miguel, to your sibling, to Miguel, and back to your sibling again. 

They both say nothing, shaking their heads and going back to minding their invisible business with shit eating grins. 

"Weirdos..." You stand up, shaking your head, walking into the house. 

As soon as you go inside, there's a mad scuffle in the backyard. Your uncle curses as he tries to unroll the projector screen. One of your cousins is desperately trying to pull up the video on their laptop while your mom runs around like a chicken with its head cut off. Your aunt rounds up the kids, cursing and yelling at them to be quiet for the next five minutes PLEASE and if they don't, she's throwing away all their candy, to which they all magically sit in the grass, criss cross applesauce, perfectly in a row much to her satisfaction. 

Miguel takes deep breaths, looking up at the sky, the speech he had prepared now escaping him, so he'll hope for the best and pray that the words come straight from his heart instead. 

Meanwhile, you're fixing your hair in the bathroom mirror, making sure you don't have anything in your teeth, then you make your way back outside. Your eyebrow raises in confusion but it only multiplies when you hear a song start playing and pictures of you as a baby start flashing on a projector screen in the middle of the backyard. 

All of your family and friends are silently standing off to one side of the yard, out of your direct vision but enough to where they can watch your raw reaction to the slideshow in real time. They can't help but start crying too when they see happy tears start to fall down your face. 

You gasp and giggle when you see Miguel's baby pictures come up, and your mouth falls open again as you watch both of you grow up before your very eyes, realizing it's the story of your lives being told in a precious slideshow of photographs. 

Tears keep falling at first in a stream, but now it's a full on faucet when pictures from the very start of your relationship with Miguel start to come onscreen. Miguel walks up slowly behind you and you jump a little but sigh and laugh, nuzzling yourself closer into him as he hugs you from behind, gently swaying back and forth to the song that's playing as you watch your love story progress. 

You thought you were crying now, but you become a sobbing mess when the faces of the people who you love the most make video appearances at the end, telling you how much they love you and that you're in for a big surprise. "You're such a beautiful human being. Miguel is a very lucky man, and we can't say too much because we don't wanna spoil the surprise! But we love you and we wish you both the best on this beautiful journey you're about to go on together..." 

Finally, your name flashes in text across the screen, followed by that one question you only dreamed of being asked, 

"Will you marry me?" 

You double over, face in your hands, shoulders shaking with pure emotion and you throw your head back when you see Miguel slowly get down on one knee, presenting you with your ring you always had your heart set on that you always hinted to him, not knowing that he remembered it this whole time. 

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The happy cries and shouts from your family and friends almost drown out his words but the message is clear. You nod enthusiastically, "Yes, yes!!" You're soon surrounded in a huddle of cheers and happiness as though you and Miguel won the lottery. You look up at Miguel, his face turning red in a mixture of pure delight and fluster at the shower of attention being rained upon both of you. 

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After another couple of hours of endless chatter and delayed goodbyes, you and Miguel are finally on your way home, both social batteries (Miguel's in particular), stretched beyond their limits. Your eyes can't leave your left hand, the gorgeous vintage style marquise ring looks as though it was made for you. 

Miguel's mouth curls into a small grin and he places a hand on your thigh, continuing to drive. "You like it?" He asks, breaking the silence. 

"I absolutely love it..." You say, squeezing his hand back. Miguel makes a deep sigh of contentment, his voice full of affection for you. 

"I'm so glad baby...it makes me happy to know you love it that much." 

"You could have proposed with a ring pop and I'd still be over the moon." You say, swiping your thumb across the back of his hand. 

Miguel makes a soft groan, your touch tickling his brain. You two can't get home soon enough now, when you can finally be alone and decompress after such an emotionally heightened day. 

"I know..." Miguel says with a smile. "But you deserve way, way more than just a ring pop." 

You smile back at him. "How on earth were you able to pull all that off?" 

Miguel shakes his head. "Zero clue. I'm still in disbelief. I'll need at least 5 years to recover after that one." 

You laugh, shaking your head as well. "You say that like it was pure torture." 

"It was." Miguel replied, a little bluntly, but smirks and grabs your thigh a little tighter when he sees your offended expression. 

"Not the proposing to the love of my life and sharing a beautiful day together part, but the: trying to have your whole family keep this a secret and be the center of attention nonstop for the last 5 hours or so part. That one might have been a little more torturous." 

"Ahh." You nod, a smirk forming on your own lips. It was true, you weren't expecting such a public proposal from him, much less coordinating and pulling it off with your friends and family involved. A little out of the ordinary for your sometimes grumpy, mostly reserved boyfriend, now fiancé.

"But did you die?" You ask with a grin. 

Miguel chuckles softly. "Almost." 

"Oh, ya big baby..." You shake your head. "How can I bring you back to life then?" 

Miguel smiles. "I have some ideas." 

"Oh?" 

"I'm teasing." 

"Well hold on, I wanna hear this!" You sit up in your seat, giving him the invisible mic. 

"I can't." 

"And why not?" 

"It's Easter, I can't speak unholy thoughts." 

"You don't even go to church, silly!" 

"I do on Easter." 

"Oh my gawwd, Miggy." 

Miguel winks as you pull into your shared townhome. You become breathless when he sweeps you across the doorstep, both of you too consumed with each other to turn on the lights in the dark kitchen, groaning when his hands are all over you as he sets you on the kitchen island. 

It's a passioned frenzy of lips on lips and hands touching, exploring every inch of the other's skin. Eventually, your kisses come to a slow plateau, lingering a little less as the flame stops burning so wildly. Your hands move to both sides of his neck. 

"Dessert?" You ask sweetly, staring back into that pretty face of his. 

Miguel chuckles, his soft lips a tad puffy, his cheeks an alluring pink from the tantalizing feeling you left in his body. He leans forward, planting one more kiss to your throat. "What sounds good, sweetheart?"

"Brownies." 

Miguel hums, giving your thighs a squeeze, a low shudder running through your lower body, "Brownies it is then, baby..."

So, you stay up a little later, preparing the brownie mix and heating up the oven, occasionally nudging Miguel's hips with your own which he'll respond with a sharp playful spank on your booty, your new engagement ring safely perched in its box on the counter where you can't lose it and get it dirty from baking. 

After two or three fresh, gooey, chocolatey caramel brownies that practically melt in your mouth, you're laying in bed with your new fiancé, legs tangled together as you start to drift off to sleep. 

"By the way, this was the best Easter ever..." You say in a sleepy voice, fighting to keep your eyelids open. 

"Best one yet for me too..." Miguel agrees softly, his fingers tracing figure eights on your bare shoulder. You try to keep talking but it's a sleepy incoherent word cluster. Miguel chuckles. "You're mumbling..." 

"No you..." You weakly fight back, sleep overcoming you. 

"Mhmm, dulces sueños, mi amor." (Sweet dreams my love)

"You..." 

"Me?" Miguel asks, his voice still hushed and an amused look on his face. 

"Mmuhhffo ouu..." 

"Are we sure we made normal brownies?" Miguel teases. "You're talking like there was an extra ingredient that slipped in there." 

"Gabriel did leave his stash here the other day." 

"That goon..." Miguel shakes his head. "Alright, seriously now. Get some sleep." 

"Why'd you turn the other wayyy?"

Miguel rolls back over, a small smirk on his face. "You bitched me out for overheating you last time." 

"Well forget I did, I was clearly drunk." You say, pulling his arm around you like a blanket. 

Miguel chuckles. "Course you were..."

You pout your lips, asking for one more kiss before you drift off to sleep for real this time, which he gently gives you, then whispers, "I've got you baby, go to sleep." 

"Hmm...g'night future hubby." 

He smiles with you cuddled against his chest, his hand delicately kneading the soft skin of your side. "Goodnight, angel."

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[pedriswife]

I neeeed a pedri smut of him going through a rough match and coming home to absolutely manhandle the reader for hours pls

Once again, I combined the two because it works quite nicely. Hope ya'll don't mind. (Also, the fact that people like my writing is so nice to hear, thank you x)

Warning! Smut ahead

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It was a tough match. You could see the annoyance on Pedri's face from a mile away, him not pleased with his own and the teams performance. After the whistle sounded signifying that the 90 minutes were over, he stormed off the pitch, and you made your way off the stands to meet him outside the changing room.

He didn't even look your way when he came out in his changed clothes, only grabbing you by the arm and dragging you to his car, your words of motivation going through one ear and exiting through the other.

Once you made it back home, he dropped his bad in the doorway, pushing you against the wall, his hand under your chin as he made you look up into his eyes and instantly shut your mouth from what you were saying before.

"Bonita, it was a shit match. Your words can't make me feel any better. I'm just so pissed. It wasn't meant to go this way, " he said, his other hand swiping across his face in exasperation.

"Then... you can take your anger out in other ways," you said hesitantly, his eyes snapping up to yours, puzzle pieces clicking together as he processed what you just insinuated.

"Get upstairs and strip. Leave the jersey on though, " he said, a tent starting to grow in his pants, whilst you quickly made your way to the bedroom, ditching the jeans and panties that you were in, sitting down on the bed, the nr 8 jersey barely covering your ass and pussy.

Pedri finally came up, shirtless, his hand making it's way to your throat as he attacked your lips, his tongue entering your gasping mouth, swallowing all your moans before pulling away, positioning your body in doggy style on the bed, facing the mirror that was placed opposite the bed.

You moaned at seeing yourself in this state, your mouth freshly red from his rough kisses, your hair messy, Pedri's hand kneading your ass before placing a harsh smack on it, watching how your body reacted to his touch. His hand made its way to your soaking pussy, gathering your juices around his fingers as he teased you, entering the tips of his fingers before leaving you empty again.

"Pedri.. don't - don't tease, " you breathed out, feeling your face get warmer, you hair starting to stick to your forehead as you watched his reaction in the mirror, him removing his remaining clothes before giving himself a few strokes over his hard cock.

He entered you suddenly, making you gasp out his name as he started to pound into you straight away, your face pressed into the pillow before he pulled away.

"Bonita. Watch me fuck you, don't hide" he growled, placing yet another smack on your ass. You turned your head, seeing yet again how Pedri gripped your hips, him pushing into you, this time making you watch as your juices slicked his cock, his harsh movements shaking your whole body as his cock hit your g spot, his name leaving as a scream.

Pedri basked in the sight of you, a fucked out look already decorating your face as well as the nr 8 on your back, something that made him more motivated to make you cum as many times as he can tonight. He continued to thrust into you, your core clenching around him as he brought down his hand to your clit, rubbing circles over it as he felt your juices soaking his cock even more, a sob escaping your mouth as you begged him to bring you over the edge.

His pace never stopped, his fingers still hard at work with your clit as you came, his name on your lips as your juices covered his cock. He pulled out of you, flipping you over on your back and rubbing your shaky legs as he whispered sweet nothings into your ear.

"Pedri, you didn't get to cum tho" you said, confused as it why he stopped straight away after you came.

"We're not finished yet bonita," he said, a slight smirk rising on his face. He sat down against the headboard of the bed, beconing you over.

"Come up here. And ride me, "he said, as he watched you shakily make your way to him, straddling his lap...

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[samlacy]

love me, touch me (be the first who ever did)

contains: size difference, short steve rogers (5'5/167), tall reader (6'2/187), call boy steve (🛐), inexperienced reader, hurt reader :((, reader fell first and steve fell harder, jacking off, wrong number oops, little awkward, lowkey innocent reader idk, sex pro steve

REMEMBER THIS IS ONLY PART 1 OF THIS STORY! I might write part 2, I'm not sure though..

this font --- italic is for stuff that happend in the past!

I read over it, but might be that there are still mistakes..

words : 2k

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You don’t like yourself very much, not hate, but also not love. Your looks had no problem pretty much, you were slightly muscular, had a good style, hell even looked good in a suit! Your hair was wavy, a grown out two block cut. Plus you don't wear spectacles, except for reading. The only thing that made you miserable in your dating life was,

you were really hopeless.

Which dude would be nervous and blush everytime over some small stuff! No wonder your presentations were so poorly done in your work life or the way you wouldn't refuse to take shots when asked. Even though you promised yourself you won't drink.

As soon as you got home from the drinking with your work colleagues, you stumbled when you tried to take your shoes off inside your house as soon as you locked the door. Face first you landed on the wooden floor, no more energy to atleast loosen up your tie or to even stand up.

Well, atleast you were good in one single thing in your miserable life,

drinking yourself full into oblivion.

Your eyes focused into blankspace. Thoughts flashed into your brain. Here you go again.

"I'm sorry, I'm.. so..", you sob out as you looked down on your knees. Arm on your sides as you don't even dare to look up once.

Silence for a while, the rejection surely floated in the air already. God how useless were you?

"You.. you can't do it?", the feminine voice spoke out loud enough for it to hit you straight through your brain and heart.

The woman left a sigh as she spoke up again "At this point, it makes sense. Whenever I want something, you are so kind and do it. It's like you are submissive. I wonder if you are just going along with what I say." tears were so close to spill, why you? "You always turn so red and flustered. You are shockingly unreliable."

'Don't cry, come on. Don't cry you hopeless shit.' Ever since your miserable first time, you are scared shitless of ever doing it again. Your looks might be great, but your body felt so.. big. This all happend right where she told you she loved you, too. Life sucks.

The constant imaginations of being less hopeless were so pleasing. Just why were you like this? Who the fuck did you insult in your past life that you turned out like this? The feeling of not being good for anything because of how hopeless you were, was utterly sickening.

'nineth floor.' the voice in the elevator said as the doors opened. Someone with black sneakers, grey joggers with a plain black t shirt on stepped out as he was talking on the phone. A leather jacket hugged them loosely while he looked at the door numbers. Eyes focused on the doors, as his mouth kept on talking.

"Uh yeah, if the guy from yesterday asks for me, just say I'm busy at the moment", he stated as he stood suddenly in front of a door. Turning towards it as he read the number under his breath 'one, two and seven.'

"Okay, I'm here. I will call you soon, bye!" the call ended with a click as steve brushed his hair back one more time, put the phone in the pocket. The door was luckily open, so he pressed down the handel and opened it.

Surely, he didn't except this view. You were laying down on the floor, face down, suit all wrinkled and hair kinda messy. The concerned face on Steve's face was mixed with huge confusion.

"Are you sleeping?" he asked as he ran up to you, slamming the door behind. He dropped on his knees and rubbed your back, "Dude, are you okay?"

The response were little sounds of whines leaving your mouth. The tears and alcohol made you not wanna be bothered and close your eyes tightly. You were somehow half asleep.

'Hah. Cute.' he thought to himself as he smirked and caressed your face with a hand. Your cheeks were burning and your body was hot as hell! Shocking for a time like winter.

"Get up, you will catch a cold if you sleep here on the floor, silly", he warned with a smile. You couldn't see that sweet smile as you were still not aware of the world around you with your eyes closed.

Not with a lot patience, he lifted you halfway up and leaned your back on the wall while you were still sitting. He took your backpack off and you finally twitched your eyes under his touch. He huffed when you still didn't wake up!

One shake on your shoulder made you open your eyes slightly, till they were halfway open. Unironically you looked around and looked back at the guy in front of you, "Where.. where am I?"

The cold hand hit your hot cheek again. Fuck, why did it felt so nice and safe. As if he would hold you between his arms forever. Your view was hazy as you saw a, of course blurry face approach you closer, and closer.

Now not only a cold feeling was on your burning cheeks, but also on your lips. A kiss was planted on your lips, your body felt like levitating right there. "Wakey wakey!" the adorable voice spoke again, and now everything was clear. Your eyes shot up open fully as you broke the kiss by gasping.

"Who.. Who are you?" you squeaked as you pushed yourself more onto the wall. The guy stared in confusion as he pouted slightly. He brushes his hair back and talks again "You literally booked me?"

Silence.

"I'm your call boy! My name is Steve rogers, just call me steve", he clarified with a big smile spreading ear to ear. His eyes were closed from the smile.

This all is so confusing right now. You don't remember this at all? You look to your side and see your phone laying. Did you really call him earlier?

"I'm s-sorry.. I do not remember..!" you confess as you tried to pull away more, but steve had a grip on your jaw as he kissed you once again "It's okay.." he nibbled on your neck, licking and swirling on it. Suddenly he grabbed your erection with the hand that holded your jaw earlier.

"Don't you want me to make you feel good?", he asked it so innocently, that it felt like it was normal to just say that! You blushed even more, stuttering mode was on. The tomatoes were sure jealous of your redness.

He grabbed it again and cood at how it twitched as it was painfully rubbinf against the fabric of your boxers and jeans. He was so weirdly focused on you.

"I'm sorry.." you apologize with your shakey voice. He looked up to you as he tilted his head. "Why are you apologizing? I infact like the way you got hard from me being myself."

You whimpered at the touch. He started unbuckling your jeans as you gripped his upper arms tightly. You were so nervous and shocked by the sudden moves you couldn't do anything except whine and hold yourself steady by his arms. He pulled your hardened cock out of your underwear and started jacking you off. You gasp as you stab your nails through his leather jacket.

"I can't! Im s-sorry..", you gasp it out as tears started prickling up in your eyes. The moves didn't stop, he kept on going while focusing on your face. 'He is so red.. It's cute' Steve thought to himself, now his eyes moved to your cock, as he realized you were close by your fast breathing, he started covering the tip with his thumb.

You let out a loud 'Ah!' sound as you tilt your head back and let out big breaths, your body was shaking from the Stimulation going on.

"You have a thing for pain, don't you?" Steve asked teasingly as his hand left it and moved to your thigh, just caressing it as he looked into your eyes.

You were still in a shocked space as you stuttered and stumbled over your lines. He had a weird suspicion in him. You were different from his other client's, you were way more inexperienced and easily flustered. Which he found totally adorable.

"Oh, darling. You deserve to feel even better than this", his hands brushed against your cheek again as he played with your bottom lip using his thumb.

Those words were so.. warm. Way warmer than his hands being so cold. It made you rethink about your ex girlfriend.

"You can't do it?"

That sentence filled up your brain, the voice didn't stop repeating it. It was getting louder, louder and louder. How can anyone be so calm about this? It started from there on. Pants were leaving your mouth, eyes turned red as the tears started to spill. One by one. They didn't stop, they kept on going.

Steve looked you up and down, he then realized you started to cry. Of course, he got scared that he did something wrong! He immediatly started wiping them away with his hand as he started asking why you were crying and if he did something wrong.

"No! No, you didn't do anything wrong. It's just that..", you took a deep breath as you spoke again "I'm so not used of someone being so nice to me, I always felt miserable. I'm just so hopeless, I was never good in sex. My girlfriend even got sick of it, I never know what to do while it. I get too overwhelmed."

You calmed down a little after you let that off your chest, it felt too good. Until a guilt hit you. Just now, you totally burdend yourself to a person you just met.

Instead Steve started hugging you tightly, "I understand, just because you suck in it doesn't mean I will leave. I will help you all the way through this."

You let yourself deep into the hug. He caressed your back a little before he snuggled into your neck and started saying something.

"What I find weird is, you struggle with sex, but wanted to bottom? You know I specialize in topping."

"B-bottom??"

"Yeah, bottom. It means when you receive it, the cock."

"..WHAT? First of all.. I didn't c-call you!"

Steve looked just as shocked as you this moment, he said he thought you just forgot because you were drunk. He quickly snatched his phone out as he looked through the adress.

"This is room 127 of southstar apartment right?" you nodded as he kept on looking, but it popped in his head as he looked at it in horror.

"Which Building is this..?"

"U-uh.. Building B."

"I'M SO SORRY!" he apologized dearly as he took your hand and squeezed it hard enough. His head was tilted down as he looked ashamed.

You quickly accepted his apology as you explained how you also thought you called him since you were pretty insecure.

"It was ... good anyway", you blushed as you looked up to the now standing steve. He smiled as he looked at the time, clearly needing to go to his client's house now.

"Sorry for today, I will take you out some time. We could talk about your sex problems then, huh."

"O-oh yeah uh.."

'He is so awkward, but it's cute.' steve thought to himself.

"After all I'm a sex pro!"

'Woah.. sex pro! This guy is insane' you got oddly fascinated by that as you just looked up to him and nodded.

You immediatly pulled your phone out to get his number, which you succesfully achieved. And meanwhile you knew his name, not like you didn't before, just on your phone now!

You waved goodbye as he left through your door to the elevator. You closed the door behind as you sighed and ruffled your hair.

He was so handsome.

"So cute", steve whispered to the air as he smiled at the number on his phone.

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[sh1-n0bu]

Okay (takes a deep breath) HELLO

I hope you are doing well..So I recently started following you. I'M JUST IN LOOOOVE IN YOUR WRITING

so I had like this angst idea.I'm a sadist.I enjoy putting my fav characters through hell

Angst ask ( I'm still confused about the rules so please forgive me)

Angst (little yandre s/o)

Let's say that we're m/n and we love our s/o very much. We have a vision and we're like the perfect person to exist on teyvat (I literally met a like this person today) looks 100👍 personality (cute, caring and strong ofc) anyway buff them as much u want.So we went on a mission almost died by getting injured.Somehow made it back to s/o's special day.Spend the whole day with them while dying (u know tanjiro who never dies no matter how much injuries he has) like that.But we got ambushed in middle of nowhere .S/o got hit first and became a burden. Can't fight because of the injury (for s/o) and became almost paralyzed and barely killing the enemies.On the other hand we're dying before but everything crashed and we're fighting with death and enemies and had to protect s/o also (S/O was really weak today and we took the hit again for them and finish the whole fight alone) we almost or say SAYONARA BITCH and maybe die on them or our vision is losing it's glow quickly and we are drowning in our own blood

Ur choice

The self hate part (while the're paralyzed) their dark thoughts are talking over them

It's their fault for being so useless

It's their fault we are almost dead or dead

It's their fault

Their fault

Ahhh sorry because this shit is so long

I had more on my brain ehehehe

Anyway if you don't like it please feel free to ignore it

Loooooove you

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😈anon (The emojis are so messed up in this device)

Have a great year ahead

Best of luck

Byeeeeee

✿ 𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙞𝙙𝙚𝙣𝙩𝙨 ✿

characters: 6reeze x nb!reader

warnings: blood, fighting, canon typical violence, reader has vision, almost dying, angst, light crack and fluff

notes: WOOOO man 😈 nonnie bby you popped off for this one! also wtf nobu is still alive y’all 😨😨

definitely the type to blame himself the most if the people he loves and cares for would get injured, even if he was in another nation when it happened

you get that feeling of immense guilt when you accidentally step on your pet and they yowl very loudly in pain and you want to apologize and pet them to soothe them but they’re backing away from you?

yeah take that feeling and multiply it ten times, that’s how aether felt when he heard your pained shout when trying to get yourselves away from the ambush

when he saw your body fall down to the dirt with blood slowly seeping into the grass, painting the beautiful field in heartbreaking red, he blanked out

only came to himself when your hand touched his cheek, reminding him that you’re both alive as paimon sobs between you two

he was just so worried that you will leave him behind just like lumine and he couldn’t help the aching feeling of his heart being stabbed as his eyes felt more watery and his throat clenched up

aether already lost a loved one and he’s desperately trying to find her and bring her back, so please be careful and always come back to him and paimon

sobbing into your shoulder as his arms wrapped tightly around your body, the blonde traveler couldn’t tell if the wetness he feels on his cheeks is either from his tears or your blood. and he can’t make out any noises other than the ringing, the terrified thumps of his heart and paimon’s sobs. were you alive? please be alive.

feeling a hand wipe away his tears, aether pulled back from sobbing to your shoulders as he looks at you with wide and puffy eyes. you were alive!

tackling you down into a hug, he ignored your pained grunt as he wailed loudly into your chest. clinging to your shirt, weakly hitting your shoulders as he rambled about being more careful and to never make him nor paimon this worried ever again.

“yeah yeah… but aether we need to patch ourselves up before we bleed out to death”.

“…oh”.

the karmic debt that eats away at his mind, body and heart is always on the brink of taking over and turning him into a mindless, raging beast

and thanks to his karma, the guardian yaksha is always at the tip of his feet. ready to run away, desert himself or if needed to, spread out his golden wings and fly far far away where he would harm no one. only himself

sadly it was another day where his karma was at it’s worst. every single movement, shifting of muscles feeling like they’re being torn apart, every little inhale and exhale of breath feeling like his lungs are being stabbed

that’s when it happened. the ambush, the fatui, the accident - it all happened too fast for the adepti to even realize what was going on until something wet splatters on his cheek

blood. your blood

at that, the guardian yaksha put on his mask, uncaring of the agony in his body as he dashes between the ambushers, swiftly taking them down before returning to your side

feeling a shaky hands trying and failing miserably over and over to wrap a bandage around your torso, you manages to crack an eye open to stare at the blurry figure of your boyfriend. faintly you could hear him cuss under his breath as his weak state tries to stop the bleeding with trembling hands. from fear? anxiety? his own karma? you didn’t know and neither did he.

“shit shit shit shit! just stay awake [name]! we’re almost at the wangshu inn!”

noticing your eyes growing hazy, he places a hand on your shoulder and gently shakes you, causing you to grunt in pain. shit was that the wrong move? did he accidentally caused your injuries to worsen?

the touch of your hand covering his own gloved ones snaps him out of his inner tantrum as he looks at your face.

“idiot… why are you smiling?”

“hahah… calm down, love… it’s not that deep. we can walk to the wangshu inn together…”

as the most famous detective and doushin of inazuma, heizou tends to attract a few ill intention carrying people to himself. and that’s precisely why he always tries to keep your relationship a secret even if he desperately wants to hold your hand in public, take you out on nice dates and see the many beautiful sceneries together

alas, not all relationships can exactly be happy go lucky. more so if the person your in a relationship with is the most successful detective of inazuma

all it happened in a blink of an eye. you and him were just supposed to take a nice walk around the beaches together at late night without too many prying eyes and curious whispers, yet heizou seems to have underestimated just how dirty the kairagi can play

the detective even tried threatening when the gang of treasure hunters and nobushis didn’t budge, instead deciding to attack straight at the two of you. the anemo user was fast but the treasure hoarders were too many for him to handle, causing both of you to end up injured

when seeing your bleeding chest, his breath hitches. hands starting to shake, breathing picking up pace as his mind goes back in a memory lane, way back to when his first and only childhood friend laid dying in his arms with the stupid green pebble clutched in his hand

was this real? was that incident happening all over again? no. no no no no, he can’t - he couldn’t lose you. not you. anyone but you -

feeling your weight slump over his shorter frame, the detective snaps out of his momentary panic attack. as your arm comes up to rest on his shoulder, the wine colored haired young man understands your intention. wrapping his own arm around your middle, heizou guides yourselves back to inazuma city as fast as he could support your larger frame.

“hehe… seems like… people might just find out that we’re dating huh ‘zou?”

“heh… just keep your energy and keep walking [name]”

only when hearing that your wounds weren’t in fatal places did shikanoin managed to breathe out a sigh of relief. shoulders sagging as he feels the heavy weight of anxiety slip off of his body, the doushin enters the room you’re resting in to give you a nice long lecture to never jump in front of him to use yourself as a shield again.

after living in hundreds of years under the perfectly hidden disguise, the anemo archon has seen and heard everything the world had to offer. from the joys of his people during festivals to now, the familiar, disgusting feeling of dread churning in his stomach as he waits for your healing to finish

it was a sudden ambush, he was told by the small group you were traveling with. apparently a few abyss heralds had shown up, causing you to use your pyro vision too much to the point you ended up burning your own self

venti couldn’t sit still. pacing back and forth in front of the door of the cathedral, tapping his feet anxiously, fiddling with the necklace you lovingly placed around his collarbone on your relationship’s first year anniversary - now feeling like he was being choked by the gift he treasured

after what seems like hours, the door opens and he’s let in to meet you

you were staying in one of the emergency rooms at the back of the cathedral. the soft glow of the sunset peeking in through the window shining down on your unconscious body, making him feel a mix of awe at your visage but also dread at the amount of pain your body could possibly be going through

dragging a chair up to sit beside your bed, the bard decides to stay beside your recovering figure until you wake up

grunting and shifting, you could feel the bright afternoon sun beating down on you. it felt unconscious and annoying, why didn’t venti close the curtains? he knows how much you hate the afternoon sun.

wait… venti… curtains…

forcing your eyes to open up, you felt a soft tiny weight laying down on your chest right over your beating heart. bringing a bandaged hand up, you poked at the small figure of the wind spirit.

ah right… the accident with the traveling and the abyss heralds.

at the fifth poke, the tiny wind spirit seems to wake up. yawning, the little guy sits up on your chest before his sleepy hazed mind finally realizes you’re awake.

throughout the rest of the afternoon and way into the night, some of the sisters in the cathedral could hear your voice talking back to an angry sounding chirps. they decided to just act like it never happened and continue on with their work.

“human life is worthless”.

that’s what the puppet always scoffs whenever he comes across a grave or reminded of your mortality by your silly questions of “will you remember me after i’m dead?”

and yet why was he screaming his lungs out as he shakes your unconscious body in his arms?

why was it raining? why was his eyes wet even with the wide brimmed hat covering his face?

… why were you bleeding in the middle of the avidya forest?

after having a meltdown over your paling body, wanderer decides to act quick and take you to someone named tighnari. you’ve introduced the two while you were showing the puppet around sumeru, “he’s great with medicine and is one of the best forest rangers” he could remember your smiling fave as he recalls your words

scooping up your body into his arms, the former harbinger uses his anemo vision to fly towards the small village where the forest ranger is located

bursting in through the front door, wanderer nervously calls out for tighnari as he disregards the many looks of worry, fear and pity around him. he just needed to get you to help fast

it had been a few days since your lover had found you bruised and bleeding on avidya forest’s grounds. there’s not a single moment where he’s gotten up and left your side. not even once, not even when the fennec fox pesters him that he should look out for his own health as well.

just how the fuck was he supposed to look over himself when you could very well be on the thin line between life and death?

it was on the fourth day when the puppet felt your fingers twitch in his gentle grasp. sitting up straight, he sits closer to your unconscious body, hoping, praying to the archons that any sign could be seen or heard.

and this time, the archons seems to have took pity on the poor heartbroken puppet as you shifted and groaned, finally starting to wake up. he breathed out a sigh of relief, a single stray tear falling down his puffy eyes as he wipes it away before cradling your cheeks in his hands tenderly.

“welcome back, darling…”

oh gosh imagine the amount of ptsd flashbacks, panic attacks and self blaming this man gets when he sees you get injured

even worse, when you two are fighting together on the battlefield

when you would get injured his state of mind is immediately reverting back to tomo’s death. the blank vision of his friend, the lightning that incarnated his flesh and bones leaving behind nothing to burry, nothing to remember him by, the sheer absolute helplessness the kaedehara felt

acting on pure instincts alone, the samurai scoops up your bleeding body in his arm and he does the same thing he has done before. run.

only when far away from the ambush place and their chasers could no longer be seen or heard does he allows himself to breathe

placing down your injured body, kazuha brings out a few rolls of bandages as he looks over your wounds

was it in a lethal place? how deep was it? did the ambushers had elemental powers? he didn’t know nor could he remember. his vision is just red as his chest heaves, mind being overridden with nothing but panic

this scenery, this moment, this feeling - it was all too familiar to the poor samurai, he couldn’t even comprehend what was real or what was fake

everything was too much

that was, until he feels your hand tugging on his kimono sleeve

finally taking a few deep breaths to calm his mind and racing heart, kaedehara starts to patch up your wounds, albeit a bit sloppily with his trembling hands

staggering with your taller frame leaning on his shorter one for support, kazuha could make out beidou and the crux members’ surprised and worried shouts as some of them drops the luggage they were moving into the ship, instead running over to the couple to aid their members.

as one of the men take your unconscious body away from him, kazuha finds himself following behind wordlessly to the med room. archons was the blood on his white kimono yours? have you truly lost this much blood?

… would you be okay?

snapping himself out of his sudden dark thought, the wandering samurai feels beidou place a hand on his shoulder comfortingly. she could see the young man wasn’t injured, then that would only mean all of the blood on him is from you.

quietly standing together, the captain and the samurai awaits for the medic to finish patching you up. becoming a comforting pillar to lean on to each other as some time passes until the medic finally comes out with a small smile.

just by looking at the medic, kazuha knew you would pull through. that was how you always were. strong and steady, just like the geo vision you had mastered.

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[haileyyey]

She was there, always for him.

A Michael Kaiser x fem! reader.

TW: mention of blood and bruises, the reader taking care of Kaiser, Michael is called mihya by the reader, swearing but not a lot of mentions of a medical emergency kit, and Kaiser's past mentioned, kaiser gets annoyed by anything somehow.

Genre: a teeny weeny bit of angst, and tooth-rotting fluff.

FYI; kaiser and Reader are both 16!! 

She was there, waiting for his arrival, but it seemed that he is an hour late. She started worrying, calling his phone, texting him, calling his friends to ask about his where about, since kaiser tends to escape a lot, just to hang out with them. But that was not the case today, nobody answered. Y/n was becoming anxious with every minute that passed, until there was a knock on the door.

It took her 4 fast steps to get there, as quickly as she could. She opened the door with a fast motion just to see his figure, covered in blood and bruises. It was like her heart sank to the floor. "M-Mihya.." She stuttered, she couldn't stand seeing him covered in blood, it seemed that he got in a fight, but she was not sure. "It isn't that bad, y/n," he said, it is bad is, what he was feeling. But she just knew it wasn't the case, his white shirt covered up in stains of red, ripped up from certain parts, his trembling body, his hurt eyes it is just painful for her to view him like this.

She then started tearing up, which made the taller guy in front her get worried. "y/n, what is wrong?" He simply asked as he put his trembling hands on her shoulders, "why do you do this to me- why do you hurt yourself every time?" She sobbed in between what she said, Kaiser looked at her with widened eyes, she cared about him a lot, she was the only one looking out for him, she was the only one that would heal him, she was the only one who pitied him when he was alone in the streets, without nobody to help him or save him from this cold and cruel world, there was only her. He just seemed to realize that. He felt truthfully touched, but now wasn't the time, he had to react quickly, he couldn't just comfort her with putting his hands on her shoulders and spitting out some words that would help, he needed to comfort her physically.

'Think Michael, think!' He hated himself about the moment, for being so dense, and not being able to try and cure the Brocken person in front of him which was very dear to him, until it popped to his mind.

While she was a crying mess, she felt a hand snake around her waist and grab her tightly into a hug, she stopped for while, and she looked up to see his face, his bruised figure, "it is going to be okay, y/n." she had never heard comforting words from him, being so sincere and genuine, and that made her heart shatter into pieces. She cried in his chest and wrapped her hands around his waist, letting it all out while he put his chin on the crown of her head, rubbing circular motions on her back.

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"Michael, can you please explain why you got in a fight?" She said while grabbing the medical emergency kit in the bathroom and placing it in the sink.

"I'd rather not say..." he took off his shirt, just for it to expose more bruises and scratches. That looked very painful, but it's the one and only Michael kaiser. 

"Oh come on, please?" She took the alcohol and put it on a coton so she could help him get cured faster, as she bent down to cup his face, which made him scrunch his nose a bit. "Fine... just don't grab my face like that it hurts." He hissed but then the girl gasped as she forgot that he wasn't hurt. She let out a little hooray beforehand getting back to what she was doing.

He mumbled something, inaudible which made you let out a confused hum, "What did you say?" She turned around just to see him sulking while hiding his face, but from his ears, it was obvious that he was blushing, she couldn't help but smile.

"I was trying to stop these assholes from talking shit about you!" he shouted which startled y/n. He noticed how she got scared that second and apologized to her, but the fact she couldn't help but smile right now was bothering him. "y/n. why are you smiling." he asked in an annoyed tone, "you were trying to protect me! How could I not be happy?" your lips curved into an even bigger smile which made him look at you, "N-no! i-it was just-fuck." Kaiser avoided eye contact with his face becoming an even darker shade of red by now.

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"we are done!" y/n playfully clapped her hands, and looked at the bandaged boy in front of her. "yay..." he cheered silently as he was trying not to look at y/n. "oh come on, ill make you dinner!" y/n tried making kaiser look at his way, but god was this dude strong. "my favorite?" he asked, as he finally met her (eye color) orbs, they were filled with such love, purity and sincere, it was as if an angel was in front of him, he just couldn't believe his eyes. "of course." you tilted your head slightly to the side as his hands slowly moved up from the bathroom tub, and stood up. He groaned a bit in the pain in his back, but he wouldn't stop now. "mihya?" y/n looked at him, confused, she thought he was just going to go to the living room, but he just stood up. Kaiser only thought of one option, and quickly calculated how everything is going to go. "y/n..." he slowly put his hand on his nape and started drifting his eyes away from y/n. "yes, mihya?" god damn it this nickname, it is driving him crazy. "I want to repay you." he finally looked at her again and put his hands down. "why? you live with me, so you don't ne-" Before she could even continue, he grabbed her waist, and pulled her closer and closer until their faces were practically centimeters apart.

"I love you, y/n." after he said these words he dived into her lips, it was a simple brush of their mouths. Y/n was surprised, and started giggling. "oh mihya! you could have said that from the beginning! i love you too." y/n kissed him again, but this time it was slightly longer. "stop calling me mihya..." he said as he looked at her eyes, his forehead on hers, as she was giggling, and her face was red. "never!"

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#michael kaiser #kaiser x y/n #kaiser michael #blue lock #blue lock x reader #kaiser x reader #michael kaiser x reader

[thetopichot]

•°♧ Finn Fluff Alphabet ♧°•

6/7 of the boys. SHADYS BACK! I'm back from kicking sickness in the BALLS. Nothing can stop me from this challenge.

CW: Suggestive

A = Abundance Of Love (Are they a loud lover that loves to express their love in many ways or are they a quiet lover that loves those quiet intimate moments?)

I would say he's a bit of a quiet lover. He enjoys those special moments with you where you both are alone & just embracing eachother.

B = Brave (Were they the first to confess? If so, how did the confession go?)

He was going to be the first to confess, but you beat him to it. However, not in the way that you expect. He was actually planning on confessing to you until you came to him for a bouquet. You said it was for your crush that you were going to confess & that poor boy's heart was absolutely shattered, but WAIT, there's more!

As he was finishing up the bouquet & handed to you, you paid for it & told him to keep it. He was absolutely confused about why you would hand back the bouquet to him. This was a confession to your crush, wasn't it? Why are you handing it to him? Then, something flickered in his mind. DING! OH SHIT IT WAS HIM. 😳 He started blushing as red as a tomato.

C = Control (Do they take the wheel of the relationship or do they let someone else do the driving?)

Yeah, no. You're the one who does the driving. White boy is not the guy that takes initiative. Although sometimes he plans dates & he takes care of you, everything else he leaves to you.

D = Dreamboat (What do they find attractive in their partner(s)?)

THIS *SOBS LOUDLY* WHITEY. I love him so much bro oh my God. He couldn't even pinpoint what he finds attractive about you. You are just genuinely so beautiful to him. From your head to your toes. Inside & Out. He's just happy that he is yours & you are his.

E = Empathetic (If their partner(s) was in a not so good mood, how would they cheer them up?)

Hell yeah, cuddle time with the boy! He is holding you in his arms as he soothes you with his voice. You guys would be doing breathing exercises & you can hug him as tightly as you need to. You don't have to talk about whatever you're feeling as of the moment. Take as long as you need if you like. All that matters to him is that you're okay & that he's always by your side whenever you need him.

F = Forgiving (If they had a fight with their partner(s), how would they apologize? Or would they be petty about it?)

Honestly, Finn would NEVER. He doesn't initiate fights & he would fucking hate himself if he made you upset. Like he wouldn't let that shit slide. That's becoming a core memory, brother. Also to piss off Finn takes A LOT OF FUCKING WORK. Either you're the one being the dick or something REALLY pissed him off that wasn't caused by you but of course he will always apologize. Regardless who fault it is or even if it was nobody's fault.

Please let the boy know that not everything is his fault.

G = General (Random Fluff Headcanon)

I keep thinking about Finn hitting the fucking griddy but I feel like he's more cupid shuffle guy. Either way seeing him dancing would be fucking funny.

H = Home (How would they feel living with their partner(s)?)

Living with you is great, but expect him to out & about in his garden 5 in the morning. Ahem, ahem. TOPPLESS. Yeah, caught your attention, didn't I? Anyway, you would also be woken to the smell of some good ass food & honestly, hell yeah. He loves living with you & he gets to spend more time with you. Also, seeing you very sleepy when you wake up is adorable to him.

I = Idealistic (What's their personal preference in a special someone?)

Doesn't really have one.

J = Jealousy (Do they get protective of their partner(s) when someone flirts with them?)

He's giving that person a fucking side eye & a nervous smile to you. He's not much of a jealous type since he trusts you, but he does get a little emotional punch in his stomach when someone flirts with you. He shakes it off, but if it makes you uncomfortable that someone is flirting with you, he's holding your hand tightly & keeping an eye on the weirdo.

He doesn't resort to violence because he's not a violent person, but that doesn't mean he wouldn't politely go off on that person. He wants to make sure that you are safe.

K = Key To The Heart (What is something that will make them fall in love instantly?)

If you let him nerd out to his silly floral facts, that's enough to capture his heart.

L = Luxurious (Do they spoil their partner(s) rotten? If they do, how do they spoil them?)

I would say so. With baked goods & tea! He would make those specialized tea blends where each ingredient represents you. Of course, he's very careful of his ingredients & treats it with care. Also, baked goods basket only for you, pookie. 😘

M = Marriage (How would they feel about getting married?)

Honestly, he is so down for it. He would give anything to spend the rest of his life with you. He treasures you a lot. More than anything that you can imagine.

Proposing to you is the most romantic shit you have ever been in. He's on one knee in a beautiful butterfly garden & he's in a suit. Of course, he says the most important phrase of your lives.

"My dear sunflower. The sun that lights up my blue skies. It would mean the world to me if you were by my side. Will you be the sunflower in my garden for the rest of all time?"

FUCK. YES.

N = Nobility (How honest are they to their partner(s)? Do they hide anything?)

He's pretty honest. It's not like he hides anything bad. If anything, Finn is pretty shit at lying because every time he lies, he smiles.

O = Overwhelmed (If they were in a not so good mood, how can their partner(s) help them out?)

Hold him & please tell him everything is going to be okay. Bro is at his breaking point & he's like an inch away from just straight busting into tears. It's too much for him & he just wants to go home with you. Help him around the shop & then cuddle him when you guys get back home. There is nothing he wants more than just to be held right now.

P = Passionate (What is something to them that means a lot to them that only their partner(s) knows about it?)

Floral Facts, broski. It's what makes Finn, Finn! He worries about rambling about plant facts, history, & whatnot. You letting him nerd out about his passion makes him feel so free. Like he can talk about anything & you always seem so genuinely interested in what he talks about. HE IS CRINGE, BUT BY JOVE IS HE FREE‼️‼️

Q = Quirky (Something silly that they do.)

Finn messes up his speech sometimes. There was a time he messed up so bad with you where he just said something absolutely WILD.

"Hey, love? You would like some nuts in your mouth?"

"WHAT??"

Give him like 2 minutes & now he's on the floor crying.

"I MEANT THE WALNUTS, SUNFLOWER 😭"

R = Romantic (What is their love language?)

Quality Time & Physical Touch! He loves holding your hands or cuddling on the couch during a rainy day. Of course, him talking about his facts is his love language. Bro is gonna infodump the FUCK outta you & that's what we love about him. Mwah, mwah.

S = Sublime (What is the best gift that their partner(s) can give them?)

Honestly, you are the best gift that he can ever ask for. There isn't really anything he can ask for besides your love, concern, & your time. There is nothing more he wants than you.

T = Touching (How do they feel about PDA?)

U = Undeniable (Did everyone know about their crush on their partner(s)?)

Hell yeah, brother‼️‼️🗣🗣

He enjoys showing how much he loves you through hand holding & little kisses on ya face. He's just a wholesome lover & he just enjoys you very much.

V = Visionary (What do they want their future to look like with their partner(s)?)

BRO EVERYONE KNEW JANAJIANAKAK.

JACK knew, PATTY knew, & BITCH, YOU KNEW. Bro did not hide that shit well. HELL, EVEN THE CUSTOMERS KNEW. He can't hide his feelings for you for shit without smiling like a goober.

He wants to live together with you in a cottage & raise a garden together. Maybe you guys could run the shop together & be those cute old couples that love each other very much. Ya’ll are so fucking cute together, oh my god.

W = Wacky (General Fluff Headcanon. Again.)

He plays Animal Crossing & he's a fucking GOD at it. Like his island is fucking beautiful & well built. He doesn't do the time traveling technique either since he would rather take his time enjoying the game.

X = Xaroncharoo (Yes, that's a word. Look it up. In a domestic sense, what are they exceptional at in the home?)

Cooking. OH MY GOD. I shall emphasize this until the day I die. This shall be put onto my tombstone. Finn's food is probably the best fucking food known to man. I just KNOW if you were to take a bite outta of his food, tears shall fall outta ya eyes because it's just THAT good. Bro he put his love & devotion to you into that fucking omelet.

Y = Yearning (If their partner(s) went out to get something without them/went off to work, how would they feel about it?)

He would feel sad. Especially during the wintertime, he's quite needy & he will take a bit of your time before ya go. However, if you need to go, he would whine a bit, but he would eventually accept it. It's something that has to happen & he doesn't wanna keep you for long. When you do comeback, he's waiting for you on the couch for cuddles.

Z = Zonked (How do they cuddle?)

Speaking of which, I feel like it doesn't really matter to him. Although his two favorite positions would be you on top of him laying on his stomach as he rubs your back or the both of you just facing each other while his face is in the crook of your neck.

☆ミ Author's Notes Underneath 👇 ☆ミ

🩷 - IM ALMOST DONE WITH THIS SHIT. ONE MORE BOY & I CAN LIVE IN PEACE WITH THE FACT THAT WROTE ALL 7 BOYS. I also wrote this in 1 whole day, lol. I just forgot to post it.

#the cat speaks #yuurivoice #finn yuurivoice #yuurivoice finn #writing #fluff #writing prompt #fluff alphabet #simping #6 down #1 more to go #SETH IM COMING FOR YA ASS

[undreaming-fanfiction]

With This Ring (3)

(part two HERE, Ao3 link to the fic HERE)

“Why Harrington…you look like you’ve seen a ghost.” 

Steve opened his mouth, then promptly closed it. There wasn't much to say that he could articulate and he didn't feel like screaming that fine evening, well, maybe a little, but Eddie could take offense at that. Don't offend the walking dead guy sounded like a reasonable precaution.

"I don't know, man," he croaked out, mustering a barely visible smile. "You seem too corporeal for a ghost."

Eddie snorted and for a second, Steve could forget what he was dealing with, because Eddie's smile was still mischievous and his laugh, while still a bit rough, sounded genuine. "Shit. True, let me fix that. You look like you've seen a zombie, Harrington."

Shaking his head, Steve attempted to properly sit up and cursed when he put pressure on his ankle. He'd forgotten about the stupid injury for a moment, more focused on the whole Eddie buried in the woods and suddenly walking around and conversing thing, but now the pain came back with vengeance. "That zombie's going to have a free dinner ticket here," he choked out as he inspected his foot. Didn't seem broken, but sprained...sure.

He wiggled around on the ground, trying to find a way to get back on his feet without feeling like something was breaking his foot in half, but failing miserably. And yeah, maybe he should have been a bit more concerned about the literal undead guy standing over him, but Steve was a practical man. Focus on what you can resolve and all that. 

Looking up at Eddie who was watching him with a slight amused smirk, he pointed at himself. “Well? Are you going to eat me or what?” 

Another snort. “Don’t flatter yourself, Harrington. No matter what my reputation is, I wouldn’t eat just anyone, even if they’re sprawled in front of me like the most pathetic stingray in existence.” 

“Stingray?!” Steve spat out. 

Eddie nodded and descended into a squat to look Steve in the eye, well, as much as they could see in the growing darkness and through Eddie’s messy mane. “Yup. Flat and flapping around. Very much a stingray. Now, Harrington…even with your limited belief in the supernatural, I assume you do know that raising the dead comes with a cost.” 

“I’m so sorry.” 

The dark eyes blinked in confusion. “Excuse me, what?” 

Steve shuffled closer to Eddie, which might not have been the greatest idea he’d ever had, but now that the adrenaline was slowly fading, the gravity of his situation felt like his stomach was full of cold lead. “I didn’t know,” he blurted out and it sounded more like a sob, something too painful to keep in. “I thought, I hoped that you’d be safe, that you finally got your wish and made it out of this shitty town. I imagined that…that one day I’d hear your music on the radio and I’d know for sure, but even until then, I just…I thought you were safe!” 

His breathing was coming out shorter and shorter and wasn’t that just hilarious, getting all choked up in front of a reanimated corpse of his former friend. But running wasn’t an option anyway, and Steve just found it so unfair because Eddie used to be so full of life and promise, so bright and now...

“Hey, Steve. It’s fine, really.” Eddie’s voice was gentler now, more familiar, and that made Steve’s breathing even more shaky. “Shit, you’re…look, you really need to breathe, like, now? Please?” 

Steve was inhaling the cool evening air as much as he could, but his lungs wouldn’t cooperate, as if they refused to take what they needed. “…am…trying!” he wheezed out, but his lips were heavy and getting more difficult to move each second. 

He had never fainted twice in the same day. So maybe he’d experience something new. Apart from meeting a living corpse, of course. 

The said corpse was panicking, it seemed. His cold, dirt-covered hands were shaking Steve’s shoulders now. “Shit, look, Steve, I swear it’s not that lonely, I don’t need the company so just…inhale, exhale, all that good stuff, yeah? Don’t…just don’t suffocate. This grave ain’t big enough for the two of us and…hey, Steve?! Steve!”   

But Steve didn’t hear him anymore. With a whooshing in his ears that sounded very much like a descending murder of crows, Steve’s world disappeared into darkness. 

When he came to, he was sitting in an eerily lit bar, well, more like half-laying on the floor. Someone had been kind enough to stuff an old pillow – mostly eaten through, but still comfortable - under his head. What a fucked-up dream that was. Whatever it was that he’d drunk, it was way stronger than his usual choices. I’m never drinking again. 

And then he saw a familiar figure crouched on the ground, talking to…someone? He couldn’t really see, he was still dizzy, but he tried to clear his head and listen. 

“…a magnificent idea, Eddie. He gets all freaked out because you’re dead and what do you do to help him? You bring him here. To the land of the dead.” 

The voice was annoyed and something felt off about it, but he seemed reasonable enough. Whatever the invisible man was talking about, it sounded right. Except the whole land of the dead thing. And…

And Eddie being dead. 

Steve shot up from the ground and regretted it immediately. His ankle exploded with pain and he had to grasp the edges of the bar to keep himself upright. 

“Hey, young man, careful! That looks like a nasty sprain!” someone said. Steve was so relieved to hear another human being, he turned towards the voice and-

“…Bob?” 

Bob Newby smiled at him, kind and lopsided as always. Except his t-shirt was black with crusted blood, and he was pale, almost blue. “Hi, Steve. Long time no see.” Snapping his fingers – oh god, his left hand was mostly bone, he reached for a bar stool. “Sit down. You can’t put any weight on that foot, at least not until I find a bandage and compress that. It would be better if you could lie down, but at least for now don’t move too much.” 

 Steve just stared at him, familiar and foreign at the same time. He´d known Bob Newby for ages, they weren’t close, but Bob would always recommend the best technology for when Steve had still been brave enough to record his music. “You’ll love this one, Steve, the sound is really much more vibrant,” he’d wink at younger Steve Harrington. “Oh, and I got you a shoe box. An empty one, to carry it home. I know it’s not exactly…well. We all have hobbies we don’t want to share with the world, right? Or at least with some people in it.”

Bob Newby had been dead for two years now. He was mauled by a huge feral dog that attacked young Will Byers and his friends near the junkyard. Bob died a hero – with strength no one knew he possessed, he fought off the aggressive animal long enough for the kids to escape and lock themselves inside an old bus. They saw things they never should have seen, but at least they were alive. 

Steve didn’t want to think about that day, about how he decided to go on a long walk to clear his head after the breakup with Nancy. About how he came across Bob’s body and six terrified voices screaming at him, muffled behind the glass window. About how he heard snarling, how he grabbed the closest thing next to him – a metal rod, rusted but still firm – and smashed the dog’s face in. 

He didn’t want to think about the look on Bob’s bloodied face, pained but also triumphant. 

Bob was unfazed by his silence. He had procured a bandage from somewhere and started wrapping Steve’s ankle with practiced ease. “I hear you avenged me and saved the kids,” he smiled. “I believe thanks are in order.” 

Steve huffed in bitter laughter. “I don’t know about that. If I hadn’t spent half an hour moping about my ex-girlfriend, things would have been different.” 

There it was, that kind smile again. “Sure would be. Maybe I’d still be alive. Or maybe it would have also got you. Then Will and the other children. Ifs don’t help anyone, Steve, so how about you accept the praise where it’s due? You can’t save everyone.” 

It should have been comforting, but the words felt like a punch in the gut. “It feels like I can’t save anyone,” he admitted, more to himself than to Bob. “You from that beast, Nancy from her own family and from myself, Eddie…”

Eddie. 

Bob playfully slapped his calf when he twitched, attempting to stand up. “Patience, Steve. You don’t want to join us here yet, I hope? So let me finish treating your ankle, then you can hop off. But to calm you down...Eddie? Your breathing friend is up.” 

Steve didn’t dare to turn around, but the panicked shuffling and muffled “oh shit. Shitshitshit. Shit shit” gave him a good idea of Eddie’s mental state, and he had to admit, it felt good to be the calm one for once. 

He more felt than saw Eddie saunter towards the old bar, leaning against it behind Bob with a feigned nonchalance. Steve knew that posture all too well, from all the times Eddie was a bundle of nerves but putting on a brave front. “Howdy,” he saluted Steve. He’d tried to clean up a little – rubbing his eyes until he created muddy panda circles around them, removing some smaller roots from his hair and dusting off his vest. It was equally endearing and hilarious. 

Steve opened his mouth to speak, but someone else made it before him. 

“Smooth.” 

The bored voice came from behind Steve. Or more precisely...from behind the bar? 

Eddie snorted and tapped the wooden surface. “If you want to talk, have some manners and get up here.” 

“Easy to say for you, these bones are old. Hey Benny, help me up?” 

Benny – god, another name that rang in Steve’s head with painful familiarity – turned around and shot an amused look towards the ground. “One day I’ll make you your own tiny staircase,” he grumbled and reached down, lifting up…

…a cat. 

No, not any cat. It was black, with greying fur around its muzzle, mostly black except for a greyish triangle near its tail. Steve knew this cat well – he scratched it, no, him, for hours when visiting Mrs. Henderson and her son, Dustin. 

Dart turned his head to the side and nodded. “Hi.” 

Steve raised his hand and slowly waved. “…hi.” He half-expected someone to say something because…the cat talked. He was pretty sure cats weren’t supposed to do that. “Uh…” 

The cat rolled his eyes, if that was even possible. “Yeah, cats talk and the dead have their own bar, keep up. You also fainted when Eddie performed that wonderfully dramatic number for you.” He shot a nasty look at the dead man. 

Eddie couldn’t blush, no blood and all, but he had the decency to look ashamed. “Sorry,” he whispered towards Steve’s injured ankle. 

“You should be,” said Dart and Eddie grew an inch shorter under his critical gaze. “You had it all planned out, you had the perfect opportunity and what do you do? You go all zombie-like on him. If I were Steve, I wouldn’t even want to hear your proposal.” 

“Proposal?” Steve blinked in confusion between Dart and Eddie. “I’m pretty sure it was me who accidentally proposed? I guess…yeah, Eddie still has the ring, so why should he have to propose?” 

Bob finally finished wrapping Steve’s ankle in bandages, and rose to his feet. “You’re engaged? Congratulations!” 

Eddie fiddled with the ring on his finger. “Uh, yeah. So that part? Totally unplanned. Actually, also illegal for us to get married. Twice illegal. Man and man, dead and not dead. So…I’m actually keeping the ring for bargaining purposes.” 

Dart stabbed him with another deadly stare. “You. Could. Have. Just. ASKED.” 

“Doing that now.” For someone who always claimed to be as direct as humanly possible, Eddie was stalling, wringing his hands and staring anywhere else but Steve. “So…uh. Harrington. Not that you especially liked me when I was alive and I guess I didn’t become more charming by dying. But still. You brought me back, you’re just a little bit responsible for disturbing my resting place. And I will forgive you for that and calmly crawl back into the ground…for a price.” 

“A price?” Maybe Steve was as obtuse as they said, but what good would money do in the world of dead? 

Eddie nodded, still hypnotizing Steve’s gradually swelling ankle. “Yep. Price. Not…monetary, no. But I need your help with something. So, a small service from you and I will go back where I belong. And you get this back.” Wiggling his finger, the ring caught light from the dim bar lightbulbs. “So, do we have a deal?” 

Steve nodded almost instantly. “Sure.” 

“And before you say no, you should kn- wait, what?” Eddie’s eyes snapped back to Steve’s face. “Uh. Sorry, there might still be some dirt in my ears.”

Dart laid his paw onto Eddie’s shoulder and slowly extended his claws. “Take the yes and shut up, Eddie.” 

The dark eyes narrowed at the claws. “You know I don’t feel pain.” 

“So you won’t mind me meowling on your grave every single night for the rest of your undead existence?” 

Eddie flinched. “You monster.” 

But Dart just rolled his eyes and returned back to Steve, gesturing at him to provide ear scratches. Flabbergasted, Steve obliged. 

“So, Steve,” started Dart and turned his head towards Steve’s hand, “the thing is…to the left, yes, thank you…this isn’t the proper afterlife, as you might have guessed. This place would be way too crowded. So everyone here waits for something. Has something tying them to the mortal world.” 

Did Steve imagine it or was Eddie slowly shrinking under Dart’s critical gaze? 

“Some just wait for their loved ones to reunite. Some just need to process their anger or grief before they go. And some, Edward Theodore Munson, are utterly, hopelessly and stupidly stubborn!” he growled. 

Yep, Eddie was definitely shrinking. 

“See, some of our residents just have grandiose plans and they decide that they’re not going anywhere before they fulfill them. And no, they don’t let anyone local help them. Because it needs to be perrrfect.” Another growl, another twitch in Eddie’s eyebrow. “So here we are, facing a dilemma. Either Eddie stays here forever and drives everyone crazy with his bitching and moaning, or you step in, save the day and save his soul and everyone’s who has to deal with his constant complaints.” 

Steve didn’t dare to stop the movement of his fingers, not until asked. “I already agreed,” he reminded both of them. “What do I have to do?” 

Dart blinked at Eddie. “Cat got your tongue? Wasn’t me, I swear.” 

The dead man snorted. “Right. So, you might remember…I used to play. The piano, I mean. And the guitar and more, but this is about the piano. And I also put together some music of my own.”

Steve’s heart clenched painfully at the memory. “As if I could ever forget.” As if I could forget the days when I felt like myself for once. 

“Yeah, so…I can’t leave before making sure the music outlasts me. I don’t…I used to have this big, big plan. Record what I have and send it to one guy from Indy I knew. He saw potential in me, told me so right before…yeah.” 

“But…” Steve’s tongue was heavy all of a sudden, stumbling over his words. “You were brilliant. Why don’t you record it yourself? Or is it about technology and stuff? I can get you that.” 

Eddie chuckled with all the bitterness in the world. “Yeah, well. Let’s just say that I tried. I tried and tried and fucking tried, but you know what? It’s just not right.” 

“What do you mean? Because I remember you playing and…I don’t think anyone could get it done better than you, Eddie.” 

Dart sighed and pawed at Steve’s hand, finally letting him rest. “What he means is that dead bodies aren’t really known for their flexibility and dexterity, Steve,” he clarified. “Eddie has been practicing for months now, day and night in this bar. Everyone thinks it’s perfect.” 

“Everyone but him,” Steve guessed and Dart gave him an understanding look. One more memory, Eddie playing in the music room in their school until his fingers hurt, wanting to try just one more time, just that one section that isn’t right, not yet. 

Eddie waved his hand, scoffing. “Oh give me a break. If I’m to follow the light, go to the other side or whatever you want to call it, I want it to be worth it. I’ve been making compromises my whole life, but not here, not fucking now. So here’s the deal, Stevie-boy. We go upstairs – your world, that is – and you’ll practice my music like your life-“ 

“Or marriage,” added Dart mischievously, eyeing the ring on Eddie’s finger. 

“Yes, like they depend on it. And then we’ll record it, send it to my contact with Wayne’s contact info, ownership or whatever.” His voice dropped lower at the mention of his uncle’s name. “And then I’ll give you your precious ring back and move on. Being buried and waiting for the worms to come isn’t my idea of a good time anyway. Deal?” 

Without thinking, Steve offered Eddie his hand. “Deal.” Then his brow furrowed, a telltale sign there was something nagging in his brain. “Well, maybe one request from me. If someone sees us in the world above. Can you…like, can you pretend that we’re actually engaged for that time? Or at least that you’re a vengeful zombie who’s crazy opposed to the idea of marriage and is willing to curse me or drag me to the underworld if I marry anyone within the next few days?” 

Eddie’s jaw dropped. “What?” 

Chapter 4 here

#steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #steddie au #corpse bride au #with this ring #corpse groom eddie #bob newby #dart #stranger things #steddie big bang 2023

[wheretheharekissesthefox]

Tav’s sex parade – Chapter 6: Reaching for the star (Astarion x Gale x Tav)

(Trigger warning (18+): graphic description of sex, smut, threesome, anilingus, fellatio, anal sex, consensual blood drinking, gentle sex, PTSD responses, past non-con/rape)

Note: Astarion's PTSD gets triggered by a word that reminds him of the past which's described in another fic.

Astarion strutted into the living room with a smirk on his face. Gale had his back towards him, browsing through his many, many books on the shelves. The vampire spawn canted his hip to one side and held his head high haughtily, grinning with his fangs on full display.

"Hello, darling. You smell delicious tonight. How about you invite me for a bite?"

The wizard turned around, chuckling.

"At least, you asked first this time. Not like back then, on our way to Baldur's Gate, when you bit me in my sleep."

"That was vile," Astarion replied, wrinkling his nose. "You tasted like bile."

"That's what happens when you bite someone without consent who has a Netherese Orb stuck in their chest."

The vampire spawn pursed his lips and the wizard smirked at him.

"Gale?"

"How can I be of service, little star?"

Astarion's stomach dropped, he felt sick all of a sudden, and his head was spinning. In his mind, he saw her. Dead. Drained by Cazador.

Not this term of endearment, please, not this term of endearment.

"Astarion! Hey! Look at me! What did I do wrong?"

Someone touched him, tried to hold him. A man. The vampire spawn gasped in terror and scrambled away, babbling pleas of mercy.

"Astarion! It's me, Gale. Hey..."

The addressed blinked and found himself in a cowering heap on the floor with tears streaming down his face. And the man in front of him was no stranger. It was Gale. The wizard of Waterdeep. Astarion sobbed and fell into his arms and Gale shouted for Tav. The bard came running like she had a hoard of bloodhounds on her rear.

"What happened?"

"I don't know. We just talked, teased, and all of a sudden, he was a mess. He was panicking, fleeing from me, and pleading me not t– What's wrong with him?"

"I can't say. Something must have triggered him. What did you say?"

"I uhm... I don't remember exactly. I asked him if I could be of service and – oh..."

"What?"

"Little star."

Astarion sobbed.

"You called him that?"

"Yes. It's the meaning of his name after all, so, I thought – Well, it seems like it was a terrible idea."

"He killed her," Astarion muttered. "Cazador killed her."

Gale was confused. He didn't know what that meant, but Tav did. Sudden realisation dawned on her.

"Ooh... oh, no. Shit. That was bad luck, Gale."

"Huh?"

"Before he was turned, Astarion had a... a better half. Cazador killed her in front of his eyes as punishment. She has probably called him that."

The vampire spawn sniffed and pressed his face into Gale's neck.

"That's... gods... I'm so sorry, Astarion. Please, forgive me."

"For what?" mumbled the addressed. "You didn't know. Didn't know it would set me off. Hells, I didn't know it would. – This is so stupid."

"The mind's a fragile thing," Tav mused. "And when it's hurt, it's hurt. Slipping your control. The mind works in mysterious ways sometimes."

Gale hummed affirmatively while rubbing Astarion's shoulder blades in tiny circles. The vampire spawn took a deep breath, inhaling the smell of the wizard and his lavender-scented clothes. It was calming.

"How can we help you?" Gale asked.

"Hold me tight and love me," Astarion mumbled. "Take me apart and put me back together."

With Gale's and Tav's help, he made it to the bedroom.

"Are you certain you want to be intimate tonight?" the wizard probed, concerned. "I don't think it’ll help calm your emotional turmoil."

"I want it," the vampire spawn nodded. "Please, I need to be touched, to feel loved."

"Anything for you, love," Tav replied und kissed him.

Astarion moaned like a starving man. He'd climb inside her if he could, fuse with her into one. The human bard helped him strip and then, she doffed her own shirt and trousers. In her underpants, Tav sat up against the headboard, pulled Astarion against her chest, and wrapped her arms around him.

"Alright?" she asked, kissing his neck.

"Mmh, yes," the vampire spawn sighed.

Gale crawled closer and situated himself between Astarion's long, skinny legs. He was still fully dressed and it didn't seem like he desired to take his clothes off.

"Can I kiss you?" he asked and the vampire spawn nodded.

The wizard kissed him gently and Astarion sighed again. Of all the hundreds of men he'd kissed in his long life, Gale was the one with the softest lips.

"Can I touch you?"

"Please," Astarion whispered. "Please do. Anywhere."

Gale laid down and left a trail of kisses from Astarion's navel to his pubic mound. Like all elves, he was hairless everywhere except on his head.

"Uhm... I haven't done this with a man since I was a teenager. Apologies if it'll feel bad."

All of Astarion's alarm bells went off in his head and he had to clarify: "You've done this to a man when you were a kid?"

"No, we were almost the same age. I guess I phrased it unfortunately."

The vampire spawn took a breath and dropped the tension in his body. Gale seemed to wrestle with himself for a minute, lost in thoughts and definitely overthinking everything. Then, he licked the tip of Astarion's member. The latter gasped and Gale immediately looked up at him in concern.

"It's the heat," Tav explained helpfully. "We run much hotter than vampires."

"Aah, I see... fascinating. One day, we must explore the differences. Surely, there's a scientific explanation for –" The wizard stopped his rambling and cleared his throat. "Apologies. How rude of me to talk instead of giving you pleasure."

He bent down to run his tongue along Astarion's length, coating it in spit all over. The vampire spawn gasped and moaned, trying his damn best to keep his hips still. One of his hands grasped Tav's knee while the other sunk into Gale's long hair. The latter tensed.

"I won't push you down," Astarion promised. "I just need to feel you."

"Alright," said the wizard and wrapped a hand around him, his sweaty palm betraying the nervousness his face could conceal, and started to stroke. Astarion moaned, leaning his head onto Tav's broad shoulder. It felt good, so good. The bard kissed his neck and held him in her arms, caressing his ribcage with her thumbs, while Gale kept licking him. The latter was a quick learner and picked up on the vampire spawn's likings. That he shuddered and moaned every time Gale's fingers pulled down the foreskin, for example. The high-pitched sound he made when the wizard licked over the exposed glans.

"You're tongue truly is practiced," Astarion panted. "I'm glad you - mmh... you're demonstrating your - ah! - talent."

Gale hummed agreeingly, the vibration of it zapping through the vampire spawn like lightning.

"Oh! Gods!" Astarion's hips jerked. "I'm going to -"

He shouted when Gale licked over the glans again and climaxed. The wizard spat out the semen that got into his mouth.

"Ugh! Disgusting!" Then, he looked up sheepishly. "Apologies."

"No, no, I get it," appeased Astarion. "No hard feelings. Come here."

He outstretched his arms towards Gale and, when the latter leaned in, kissed him passionately.

"Mmh, thank you. That was amazing," he sighed blissfully.

Gale smiled at him, a bit nervously.

"Really?"

"Yes, darling."

The wizard flopped sideways over Astarion's and Tav's legs onto the bed with a stupid grin on his face. Absentmindedly, he stroked the vampire spawn's thigh, and Tav started to hum one of her new songs. The trio dwelled in the silence for a while and let Astarion recover from his orgasm. Then, the latter lolled his head around to look at Gale.

"I want to suck you off."

"You don't need to repay me," the wizard muttered, blushing.

"I know, but I want to do it," the vampire spawn replied.

"Uhm, alright..."

Bashfully, Gale started to strip. There was no reason for him to hide his body, but Astarion understood that certain insecurities and fears ran much deeper than the eyes could see.

The wizard hesitated before he reached for the waistband of his underpants and dropped them to the floor. He fidgeted, visibly embarrassed. Astarion had mercy on him.

"Come here, darling. Let me make you feel good."

Gale complied and sat down on the bed. Tav loosened her arms around the vampire spawn, but didn't move from her spot.

"Gale? How about I hold you too?" she suggested and the addressed looked at her surprised.

"That would be... nice, but I'm much heavier than Astarion."

"And? I won't break, if that's your concern. Have you seen me?"

At that, Gale smiled.

"I've most positively seen you, my dear, and you're rivalling goddesses. And trust me when I say; I know what I'm talking about."

The wizard winked at her smugly, and Tav laughed amused. Then, she beckoned him closer and Gale leaned against her chest carefully. His torso was longer than hers, thus, he basically dwarfed her.

"I don't think this works," he said.

"Oh, it will," grinned Astarion and, with one fierce yank of the legs, pulled Gale downwards. The latter squeaked in surprise as he slid halfway down Tav's front and ended up with his legs on Astarion's shoulders. The vampire spawn grinned devilishly.

"Look at you, darling. Bent in half like a pretzel. I didn't know you were quite so flexible."

Gale turned crimson and, since he had nowhere to run, tried to hide his face behind his hands. Astarion laughed gleefully and kissed him breathless.

"Let me give you pleasure," he whispered against Gale's lips. "I want to hear you scream my name."

"I don't scream."

"But I can surely try to get you to do so," Astarion purred before nosing his way towards Gale's manhood. He licked his member, then his balls, and the wizard's breath hitched. Astarion wasted no more time and swallowed him down. A nice mouthful, as he noted rather pleased. Gale gasped at the coolth of Astarion's mouth, and started to pant and squirm. With a smirk, Tav kissed his neck and ran her hands down his arms. The wizard trembled. Astarion stayed in the presence, focusing on his task, instead of hiding away in his head. While he worked Gale's length with his mouth and right hand, he rolled his partner's balls with the other. Slowly, he traced a finger down the wizard's perineum to his hole.

"No," Gale panted. "Not there."

Astarion hummed and pulled his hand away immediately. He respected other people's boundaries. His own had been violated often enough to know how daunting it was.

Instead, the vampire spawn place the hand on the outside of Gale's thigh while continuing to pleasure him with his mouth. The wizard moaned lowly and placed his hand on top of Astarion's while he clutched Tav's biceps with the other.

"Astarion," he warned, but the addressed simply hummed and kept going. Gale's breath hitched and his body tensed as he came. The vampire spawn swallowed the load and concluded that he like the taste of Gale much better than Halsin's. It was less pungent, less... animalistic, but almost slightly sweet instead. He swallowed again, lifted his head up, and licked his lips with a moan.

"Oh, Gods," groaned Gale as he looked at him, dazed and still drunk on his orgasm. "You're so –"

He grabbed Astarion's shoulder to pull him into a sloppy kiss. He was still panting and his legs were still shaking a little. The vampire spawn licked into Gale's mouth with a moan. He felt blissful.

"Good?" he asked.

"The understatement of the century," Gale panted, eyes at half-mast. "Thank you, I had a most excellent time."

"Don't talk like it was a business transaction," snickered Astarion and bumped their noses together.

"Apologies. It's been a while."

Tav frowned, but didn't say anything. It made the vampire spawn giggle.

"Seems like our darling bard doesn't suck dick enough."

"He didn't let me!" she defended herself. "I gladly would have!"

"It's true," Gale came to her rescue. "I thought it would be - hm - weird, but it was rather nice."

"'Rather nice'?" Astarion gasped in mock offence. "How dare you! I have more than two hundred years of experience. Don't talk about a professional like that!"

"Apologies," chuckled Gale, blushing a bit.

"Now, now," said the vampire spawn while petting the wizard's knee. "You can redeem yourself later."

"I don't know about you, but I'm spent."

"Nothing a little magic can't fix, I wager," Astarion said and kissed him again, before he bent upwards to kiss Tav as well. She looked at him, stroking his jaw.

"What else do you want tonight, Astarion?"

"Make me feel loved," he answered and Tav knew exactly what he meant.

After detangling herself from Gale and giving him a peck, the bard crawled over to Astarion and started kissing him everywhere. That's what he loved most; being kissed, licked, and caressed from head to toe. Gale watched in fascination as Tav made the vampire spawn lose himself in ecstasy. After going up and down the front of his body, Astarion turned around and let her repeat the treatment there. Tav spent some extra time with his scars, being especially gentle, and humming a soothing melody. Astarion felt warm all over, happy and peaceful. He moaned shamelessly to let the love of his life know how much she pleased him.

Gale almost forgot to breathe while he watched as the vampire spawn lifted his buttocks and Tav licked him there too without hesitation. Astarion mewled, pleading for her to go deeper, for fingers, and for even more. It made the wizard dizzy and he felt his manhood stir.

"I want – I want to put my mouth on you again," the vampire spawn panted and Gale nodded eagerly.

Tav sat up and caressed Astarion's thighs before he crawled towards the wizard who leaned back and spread his legs willingly. The vampire spawn started to lick him again, giving Gale a similar treatment he'd given Astarion. Tav continued to eat the vampire spawn out and hit his prostate with her fingers. Astarion moaned and stopped what he was doing. Instead, he leaned his head against Gale's hipbone and panted right against his erection. The wizard hissed at the coolth of Astarion's breath, but it felt nice nonetheless. The vampire spawn came with a long, loud guttural moan, spilling all over the bedsheets and his abdomen. Tav retreated, panting, and looked smug. The vampire spawn turned in Gale's lap to look at him, eyes glazed over and at half half-mast.

"Darling... Gale, I want you inside me. Please."

The wizard shivered under the intense gaze.

"I... I don't know if I'm any good," he admitted.

Astarion barked an amused laugh.

"No matter how bad you are, I had much, much worse. Trust me."

"How do you know?" asked Gale, insecure.

"Because there's nothing that feels worse than rape."

The words hit the wizard like a bucket of ice.

"No... No, he didn't –"

"He did. But that's in the past. Now, please, take me."

Gale couldn't resist these sweet words and leaned down to kiss the other man and muttered: "How do you want me?"

"On your back."

The wizard went willingly, laying down on the mattress, and gave Astarion control over the situation. Wordlessly, Tav handed the vampire spawn the vial of oil and sat back to watch. Astarion covered Gale's erection with the lubricant quickly, before straddling and sinking down on him. He threw his head back with a moan while the wizard gritted his teeth to bite back a loud groan. Astarion felt cool and tight around him – he should have expected it – but it still felt amazing. The vampire spawn looked down at him, placed his hands on Gale's chest and started to move. The wizard's hands shot up to hold onto Astarion's slim waist.

"Gods..." he groaned, trying his best to keep his eyes open.

"You - feel - so - good. Mmh!" Astarion circled his hips and grounded them into Gale's lap. "I want to taste you, now that the orb's gone. Please."

Gale had no idea what came over him, but he suddenly wanted to be bitten.

"Yes, do it," he panted and tilted his head to the side.

Astarion moaned and leaned closer, changing the angle in the process. He licked the wizard's neck, took a deep breath, and when he buried his teeth in him, Gale came with a shout.

"Ooh..." the wizard moaned as his eyes rolled back in his head. He'd never experienced anything like this before. Astarion groaned as he drank Gale's blood and stroke his clean-shaven jaw. The latter trembled with the force of his orgasm. Astarion drew back and sat up, panting and with bloodied teeth, a slight tint coloured his pale cheeks. He looked wild and powerful as he pleaded: "More! I want more. Fill me up, please!"

The vampire spawn knew his request was stupid and unrealistic, but the words were out before he could keep them in.

Gale mumbled some ancient words and Astarion, in disbelief, felt him grow hard again inside him. The vampire spawn shuddered in pleasure.

"Oh... yes.... yes! Gale, please!"

The wizard gritted his teeth and rolled his hips up, bouncing Astarion in his lap. The latter moaned blissfully, he could feel saliva drip down his chin, but he couldn't stop himself from drooling. He'd quit babbling pleas, panting open-mouthed instead. He was so close to another orgasm. And then, Gale threw his head back with a low moan, and came again. Astarion felt the gush of hot seeds flooding his cool body a second time and he mewled. The wizard kept coming – and coming. The vampire spawn sobbed and shook with the intensity of the feeling as he climaxed. He collapsed onto Gale's chest, not able to stop moaning. For a while, the men just lay there and tried to catch their breath.

"What - what did you do?" Astarion groaned.

Blushing, Gale slung an arm over his face to hide as he explained, still panting: "It's a mating ritual spell, meant to - to heightened the chances for a pregnancy."

Astarion, thanks to the ingested blood, turned crimson.

When his mind felt less like scrambled eggs, he muttered: "Tav? Darling?"

"Hm?" came the answer from the foot of the bed.

"Do you need something? We didn't pay you any attention."

Tav smiled at Astarion's worries, replying: "No, I'm fine. Tonight was about you, and seeing you and Gale lost in pleasure's enough for me. You're beautiful together."

Slightly bashful, Astarion turned his face and hid it in Gale's chest. The latter sighed and wrapped his arms around him.

"This was lovely, but now, I'm sated for the next couple of weeks."

Astarion snickered and Tav grinned at the wizard's words. The bard flopped down next to them, fully content, and let her gaze wander over her two entangle, blissed-out lovers. She stretched her stiff limbs with a smile and dwelled with Astarion and Gale for the rest of the night.

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #fanfic #astarion x gale x tav #astarion #astarion ancunin #gale #gale dekarios #gale of waterdeep #tav #smut #mind the trigger warning

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Brett x female!reader where work has been extremely stressful, and Brett ends up super frustrated one day (like to the point of getting physically antsy). Reader goes to his office to check on him and he's still super frustrated and accidentally starts to take it out on them. (Angst to fluff at the end) please :)))))

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It was a shitty day at Cognito. Brett had been feeling extra pissed at the gang lately and stormed to his office, which was odd. Reader knew this was weird for him. They had been dating for a little over a year now and she had never seen him this angry. She slowly made her way to his office, getting stopped by Myc,

"Hey reader, a little caution to you, Bretts being an asshole today." He said and laughed, "He's acting like a toddler."

You roll your eyes and go to his office and gently knock on the door, "Brett..? Hey love I just wanted to check on you. I saw you storm off earlier."

He let out a small groan, "I'm fine Reader." he said in an odd dismissive tone which made you slightly confused,

"Are you sure Brett? I mean.. You don't sound fine, not to press I'm just worried.." you say with a gentle tone.

He suddenly stands from his chair and turns to look at you, "God damnit Reader I just said I'm ok! Can you mind your own buisness? I mean I know we're dating but can you just fucking leave me alone? I don't really feel like talking to you right now!" he said, slightly raising his voice which made you slightly nauseous because you didn't feel safe with him at the moment.

"Oh.. Ok.." you said softly and left quickly

He tensed and let out a sigh, "Shit..."

You immediately went to Gigi, fully in tears, and she immediately ran to you, "Jesus reader whats goin' on?" she said and lightly held your shoulders

You try and talk through hic's and sobs, "Brett.. He y.. He yelled at me and he.. Was mean about it.. I've never seen him mad.. I was just trying to help..." you stuttered and sobbed

Her look softened from curiosity to empathy, "He's been in a bad mood Reader, just give him a little.. You two live together, how about you go home and talk to him about it when he gets home. I'll tell Reagen whats going on.. I'm sure she'll understand and if she doesn't well fuck her." she said and chuckled softly

You nodded slightly, "Thanks Gigi.. You're the best.." you said and went to grab your bag and coat and left and arrived a few minutes to you and Bretts shared apartment. You sat on the couch and continued to sob for a few hours and ended up falling asleep.

You woke up a few hours later with a blanket over you, and some water on the coffee table. You smiled slightly and sat up to see him sitting on the other side of the couch, knees pulled to his chest. You stood up and sat next to him, "Brett" you said softly and watched him

His eyes widened slightly and you could tell he too had been crying. His look went from slight surprise to sadness,

"Shit reader I'm-"

"Brett I know you're sorry. I knew something was wrong.. I knew you weren't okay and you would never be mean to me on purpose. I don't blame you. Cognito is such a stressful place to work, and the people there tend to be a bit difficult so I know you didn't mean a thing." you said and gently rubbed his arm

His eyes filled with tears as he tightly wrapped his arms around you and sobbed into your chest, "I'm so so sorry I didn't mean to be so awful.." he said in a high pitched almost whimper as you gently rubbed his back,

"Shh.. I know,, I know.. I forgive you Brett.. I forgive you, I love you so much.." you softly coo'd as he pulled you into his lap and rested his head in the crook of his neck and just held you

"I love you so much, reader." he said

You both ended up falling asleep on the couch, clinging to eachother like life support and just being glad you were together.

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