#this got long but i'm too tired to care about putting it under a cut <3 sorry everyone on mobile you have to read about gay people kissing

[auspicioustidings]

Hello there I have another questionable idea 😁

So 141 confusing reader home for a safe house and breaking in and the sleep deprived nurse reader is just like 😐 and patches them up cos they are hurt and that’s the start of an very interesting relationship

Thank you for everything you are doing and remember that you are amazing

Drink water not coffee

🎃anon

Pumpkin! Ohh so this is similar vibes to this which I never wrote because sometimes I love a concept but am rubbish with execution :')

I have, however, tried my best to give you a little bit of your ask <3

Hippocratic Oath

Words: 550

Nah, for real if someone was breaking in you didn't care but they could at least be fucking quiet about it so you could go back to sleep. You had not slept in an actual bed in fucking days, only catching what could barely be described as a nap in the cots at the hospital between emergencies. 

“Find a first aid kit, we need to get him stable!”

Oh come on. The people robbing you were injured? Stupid fucking hippocratic oath. Technically it said nothing about having to help people who had broken into your house, it just said you couldn't harm them. So if you laid here and ignored it then Apollo couldn't say shit. 

…God fucking damnit. You dragged yourself out of bed, honestly too tired to react to the gun pointed at you with anything but a withering look, and went to pull the first aid supplies from their place. 

“Who the fuck are you?”

“This is my house skull mask, who the fuck are you?”

There was a man with a mohawk bleeding all over your couch. You grumbled about that a little but dutifully knelt by him and started to cut the clothes around the problem area so you could clean it out and stitch him up. A heavy tactical vest was on the floor, leaving him in just a t-shirt. The other young man was pushing a wad of bandages to stem the bleeding. Good, he was doing a good job. 

Kyle looked at Price who only furrowed his eyebrows and nodded, giving him permission to follow your instructions. So that's what he did. 

“We get a bonnie medic with safehouses these days Captain? Cannae say I'm complaining.”

“Shush or you'll wind up biting your tongue off when I do the stitches” you said, prepping the needle and thread. 

You looked quickly around his get up, seeing he was wearing jeans with a belt and undoing it. 

“I've definitely seen a movie like this” the skull mask man said which you elected to ignore.

“Tell me more LT.”

You shoved the belt in the man's mouth and he took it between his teeth immediately. Not his first rodeo then. Made sense, they were probably soldiers. He was a model patient as you stitched him up, not squirming at all. 

Your focus overrode your exhaustion for long enough to give each of the others a once over, making sure there wasn't anything else serious you needed to treat. By the time you got to the last man, the one your patient had called Captain, you were completely dead on your feet and your eyes were starting to sting. 

“Thanks luv, c'mere.”

Being scooped up by some military man who had broken into your house really should have caused some sort of fight or flight response, but you had nothing else left to give. You were asleep before he even made it to the bedroom, putting you right back under the blankets. 

–

Your alarm never went off and you frantically called in to work to let them know you'd be there as soon as possible only to be told in no uncertain terms you were on leave for at least the next week. 

It was with some shock that you emerged from your room to find that dream wasn't as much of a dream as you thought.

“Let's have a little chat about the next week hm luv?”

Ah fuck.

#mhairianswers #mhairiwrites #cod #tf 141 x reader

[nanaminsmoon]

hey hru :) can i request connie x reader being both hyper sexual but reader chose celibacy so the sexual tension is always high and the make out a lot and connie can’t take it anymore

now how did you know that i was thinking about this like an hour before you suggested it?🤨 anyways i'm good and i hope you like it fren🤭

cw: horny!connie x celibateblackfem!reader, pnv, phone sex, masturbation (f+m), connie calls reader; 'ma', 'hermosa', 'my good girl', ('gorgeous), 'cuero' ('whore'), 'mételo, ma' ('put it in, ma'), 'despacio' ('slowly'),

wc: 3162 + lazily proofread bc i'm tired lol

your celibacy had started long before you met him. after wasting your time with too many useless men, you decided to focus on yourself which led you to the decision to try and avoid sex until you were dating someone for, at least, two years. as good of an idea as it seemed at first, you couldn’t help but grow to hate the hastening of your heart each time you had to tell a guy you were feeling about your somewhat ‘extreme’ decision. luckily you only had to do it once, before you met the man who could only be described as your worst match; connie springer.

connie had a reputation that proceeded him, and a long line of women who would do anything for him because the dick was just that good. the first time you had met connie, one of his friends had brought up his nickname, ’cuero’. and once you found out what it meant, you hid your shaky voice with a small laugh. but, contrary to what you had thought of him, connie didn’t really care about you being celibate because he just wanted to be with you. though it took a while to get used to, he made sure he respected your decision and adhered to all your boundaries surrounding physical affection.

but sweet gestures would be layered to hide the bitter truth. that being, connie had never been through anything as difficult as this in his life. his friends called him dramatic, but he told them that they would never understand how infuriating it was to be laid next to the prettiest girl he had ever seen, his borrowed shirt moving up her body, and her thong doing nothing to cover her skin. all of that meaning that the warmth of her ass would just be pressed up against him, as he squirmed and cursed under his breath. for the first time in years, connie’s cheeks and ears rouged at the heat radiating off a woman’s skin, growing at the place you two connected to engulf him whole. he felt like a teenager again in the worst way possible; once natural mannerisms became awkward, words stumbling over each other in a way that made him cringe. there were too many times he felt like you could read his lewd thoughts as he watched you perform mundane tasks like getting dressed. but you had never noticed the way he observed you, wondering what you’d look like clothed in lip marks, accessorised with hand shaped stamps on your ass cheeks.

unbeknownst to your boyfriend, he wasn’t the only one having a hard time. celibacy had been a fairly simple journey until the day you stumbled across a fine dominican speed bump. now you worried about catching him as he came out of the shower, towel loosely hanging from his hip bones as steaming droplets of water slid down the valleys on his toned abdomen. or the dreaded times where he’d wear those stupid fucking compression shirts, with those stupid grey sweats and nothing underneath. when ovulation week rolled around, everything your boyfriend did felt like a taunt to you; sleeping in just his boxers, smacking your ass, kissing you, even the way his tongue and fingers moved as he rolled his blunts had you crossing your legs and shifting in your seat.

it had gotten to the point where making out wasn’t cutting it anymore. and that’s how you and connie’s sex life began to escalate. one night, your hormones got the better of you so you called your man in need of relief. excitement was audible in his voice when he picked up the phone, but it would soon be substituted with a panic that would seep out of his pores, when all he could hear was you breathing heavily. but, something in his brain told him not to say anything so he remained quiet as he listened intently. that’s when he’d realise that those heavy breaths were laboured, and probably caused by whatever was buzzing in the background.

”i need you to put a baby in me, pa”, you had suddenly broken the silence, and a deep breath left connie’s mouth. he’d have to shift in his seat to calm himself down, but it’d do absolutely nothing.

”you can’t say shit like that, hermosa.”, he replied through clenched teeth. luckily he had just sold to his last client of the day, so he’d stay on the phone as he drove into an empty car park. within seconds, his dick would be in his hand and his own breaths would harmonise with yours over the phone as he fucked into his hand, and talked you through your nut.

prior to that day, the furthest you had gone was kissing. whether it be in his car, in bed, on the couch when you’re meant to be watching a movie, or even when connie would join you in the shower to kiss on the wet skin on your neck, you had never crossed that line. it was definitely difficult when he’d be stood right behind you, his bare dick touching your cheeks and all, but you’d always keep it together. that was until the day you were sat on his couch, getting ready to watch a tv show together. everything was fine, until connie went to wrap a blanket around you. it was something he had done many times before, but this time was different; due to your proximity, his breath was going straight into your ear, and it’d grow uneasy as you maintained eye contact. the sound of his breath picking up was reminiscent of the times you’d fucked over the phone, and the salacious memories were making your eyes gloss over. connie could read you like a book; he wouldn’t even reach the second page before his hand would be on your thigh. it’d linger on the warm skin before it’d move up your shorts, while he connected his lips with the skin on your neck.

when he finally did pull back, connie would place his lips on yours in a kiss that was sweet…until it wasn’t. its romantic feel would fade out as soon as he heard you moan when he put his tongue in your mouth. and, once he felt your hand so high up on his thigh that it was practically touching his dick, he would throw away all regard for where his hands were—they’d start grabbing anything they could. discernment told connie to pull away, because your lips were shooing the blood in his head to the place between his legs. yet, it’d all go ignored. instead he’d pull you onto his lap and smile against your mouth when you just let him. the wetness between your legs would rub against the hard length about to break through his boxers as your hips moved on top of it. all that could be heard in that room was heavy breathing, quiet moans, and the sound of connie’s hands occasionally landing on your skin to smack your cheeks when he got bored of massaging them.

the feeling of your hands on his nape, and running through his short buzzcut, travelled throughout connie’s body to will his hands to pull you down onto his bulge as he began chasing any form of relief from you. still lost in how bad you wanted him, your hips would subconsciously help connie by moving faster. and it wouldn’t be until he pulled away from your lips to lean his head back on the couch that you’d be alerted of your actions. they’d immediately cease, and connie wouldn’t get what was happening so he’d be kissing on your neck,

”it feels so good, ma, just keep movin’ on me”. that request would be met with you moving yourself from him completely. judging by the pensive look on your face, connie knew exactly what had happened and remorse began to wash over the arousal he had once felt. soon his hands would wipe his face, before he placed one on your knee.

”i’m sorry, y/n.”, he quietly apologised, ”i…i don’t know what the fuck happened. i guess i just lost myself”, he picked your hand up, and kissed your knuckles repeatedly. of course it wasn’t just him, you should’ve known better too, so you shook your head and pulled him in for a hug.

”it’s fine. i fucked up too”, you chortled before pulling him back and awkwardly going back to watching whatever show you had picked.

and that should’ve been the end of it. but the feeling he had formed in your clit had yet to subside. so when you moved to his bed, later that evening, you decided it was about time you gave him what you both wanted. connie leant against the head board, with you cuddled up by his side and, with your each and every movement, it was clear to see that he was still sensitive after what happened earlier. using that to your advantage, you’d lay your hand on his thigh and, as soon as that contact was made, connie’s eyes would dart to you. just as he was about to open his mouth and question your actions, you got up and climbed onto him. curiosity told him to move his parted lips, but intrigue kept them still as he watched you move closer to his neck. small pecks on his skin would increase in length, as well as intensity, and a few marks would decorate his neck, before you moved on to kiss and suck at his earlobe. that, mixed with the way your hips started moving again, brought back the memories of what had unfolded on his couch a few hours ago.

”y/n”, connie voiced, head still tilted to give you better access to his neck and ear, ”what about…?”, the end of that sentence was unfinished for two reasons; connie didn’t like bringing it up, and he was just too horny to think of the word.

”fuck it.”, you answered curtly, “i just need you so bad, pa”, connie scoffed at you, yet he still wouldn’t move from his position, he’d just place his hands on your hips.

”you sure?”, his eyes opened to look at you, and they’d see you nod softly before you stopped what you were doing.

”i mean, if you don’t want to then we can just—”, you began to taunt your boyfriend, but he’d cut you off.

”fuck that”, is all he said, before he’d flip your positions so you were laying beneath him, and he was stripping your body of anything covering it.

connie had seen you naked many times during the 7 months you had been together, but you would’ve never guessed with the way his eyes were darting all over the place, not sure what to do with themselves. because they were seeing you in a way they had only ever dreamed of—dreams that would end in embarrassment as connie trudged to change out of the moist fabric covering his lower half. but now that you were in front of him, wanting what he did, he would have to take a second to think. then, once he knew what he wanted, connie would move from the bed to rummage through one of your bags. confusion would scrunch your eyebrows for a second until connie returned to your line of vision with your vibrator in his hand. cockiness would stretch his lips into a smirk at the discovery that you were unaware of him seeing it when you were looking for your socks earlier. thinking of all the possible things he wanted to do with it pulled you out of the present moment until the droning sound of the toy brought you back. in the time you had been daydreaming, connie had walked to the side of the bed and when he handed it to you, you’d look up at him to say ”really?”. he’d chuckle as he nodded,

”i need to see what i’ve been hearing for so long”, he explained, and your eyes rolled before they eyed the device as if you’d never seen it before. though you wanted connie, you couldn’t refute the fact that the prolonged buzzing noise exacerbated the wetness between your legs. so you’d spread them, and the way you acted without instruction widened connie’s eyes. they’d stay that way as you used the wand to tease your clit, moaning his name as if he were the cause for the way your thighs were already starting to tremble. and connie’d just watch you; eyes fluttering shut, as you leaned on the pillows and keened his name. he wouldn’t even realise that he was holding his breath until he let out a heavy sigh.

”mételo, ma“, he ordered gently, as he moved a chair and put it in front of the bed. his dick would be in his hand as he watched you do as he said. the calls that he had began to yearn for at the end of every day seemed meaningless in comparison to the display before his eyes; his beautiful girlfriend sprawled out in front of him, legs shaking at a toy she wished was him instead, and a growing patch of wetness on the bed covers underneath her.

”despacio”, connie’s strained voice managed to reach your ears, and you nodded, sliding the toy in you slower to give connie a better view of the slight stretch.

so lost in it all, your eyes hadn’t opened since the toy had touched you—your head had been on the pillows below you, as your back arched off the now wet bed. you’d only pry your drowsy lids open when you felt connie’s hands on yours, pulling the toy out of you, licking a strip of the wetness on it, before throwing it on the bed. he wouldn’t even bother to kiss you as he knelt on the bed, his thumb moving over his raging tip as he positioned himself between your legs. pink, and needing to touch the spot inside you that he knew would drive you crazy, connie’s tip would be rubbed in between your folds to collect as much of your arousal as it could. and, for the first time in too long, connie’s ego would awaken at the sound of the gorgeous woman whining underneath him, toes wiggling aggressively as he teased you. after a while, it started to look like connie was teasing himself; though he had literally dreamt of this moment, he wasn’t rushed. instead, he wanted to take his time and make you feel so good that you would beg him to fuck you every single second of every single day to make up for lost time.

when his tip finally did enter you, it’d still there for a second. it was during that second that you started wondering if you could actually take connie. you knew that he was big, but the thought of actually having to deal with that stretch had always been pushed to the back of your mind. luckily for you, he’d push the rest of his dick into you very slowly. and, about quarter of the way inside you, his forehead would be on yours—already sweaty, and starting to wrinkle in the middle. romance would reintegrate itself during that one second, because connie would connect your lips again, allowing his tongue to dance with yours in a messy kiss that would spur his hips to move again. and, as soon as the sound of his balls smacking against your ass registered in your mind, you’d intertwine your hands at his nape, keeping your lips attached to hide the sound of your moans. connie’d quickly catch onto what you were doing, and pull back from you to shake his head,

”nah, ma, i’ve been waitin’ on this f’r too damn long. let me hear ya.”

connie wouldn’t need to ask you twice because, after that, you gave him exactly what he wanted. and, other than fawning over the way you were cussing using the spanish you had learnt from him, connie was losing his damn mind. this was your first time fucking, and he honestly felt like it was his first time ever having sex because of how hypersensitive his dick was. he could feel every single micro spasm of your walls, and when they intensified to the point where it was difficult to ignore the twitching of his balls as you continuously clenched around him, he knew you were close.

”fuck, ma, how you been keeping this from me?”, he asked at you and you’d mumble out a nonsensical response. all you could focus on was the fact that your release was at the tip of your curling fingers, so everything else was just fading into the background,

”’mm so closee, p-pa, p-pleasee”, you pleaded, and connie pressed your legs against your chest as he fucked into you with more haste.

”need you to promise to never keep my pussy from me ever again”, he demanded through gritted teeth, and you nodded desperately at him, ”’f you wanna cum then you gon’ have to speak t’me, ma”, he kissed his teeth, and you would try your best to gather yourself to start speaking.

”i p-promise i prom-mise pppromise”, you stuttered out, and connie’s smile warmed you from above.

”that’s my good girl”, between the praise, and connie’s dick abusing your cervix, it wouldn’t be long before pleasured tears left your closing eyes as you came around him. and, being a retired man-whore, connie thought he could take it, but he really couldn’t; as soon as you started tightening around him, his eyes would shut firmly as he struggled to move in and out of you.

”shit.”, he whispered, head bowed.

his intentions to make you yearn for his dick wouldn’t be neglected. they’d quickly come into fruition because, even as he filled you with load after load and fucked you in every position his filthy mind could think of, you would still beg for more of him. in the time space of a few hours, you two had gone from trying not to give into each other, to refusing to not be connected in a way that made you both sweat. most of connie felt satisfied with himself, yet a small part feared the monster he had created.

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[grlpartdoll]

Little drabble for Ghostie Ghost... Being in an on and off relationship / toxic friends w benefits with him, and well. Yah! 18+ dis shit is FILTHY. Afab coded reader, and uuhm.

Thinking about having a toxic on and off relationship with Ghost. He's just so possessive but also so aloof and cocky about knowing you'll always come back to him. But he likes that he can keep you at an arm's length, too, because he's so afraid of breaking you. Of hurting you. Of leaving and never coming back home to you and that somehow destroying you. You're his sweet girl, and he can't imagine causing you harm.

It's been two months since you've broken up, a record for the both of you, when he catches you crying about your latest conquest and how he couldn't even make you cum and you had to pretend, whining and huffing to Soap about how tired you are of men talking a big game and never being able to compare when it comes time to actually do good on their words.

He walks in without any shame, and as soon as you see him, you rub your face free of tears and try to escape him, but he's following you down the hall towards your room.

You whine when he catches you halfway and tugs you back into him.

You're a bit fussy at first, and you kind of want to run from him, but it's nothing a little coaxing can't fix. You need him — and he knows it very well, the bastard.

And when he's got you under him finally, he's whispering the filthiest things, claiming you, asking you to tell him he's the only one who can actually make you cream on his cock.

You're stubborn and refuse to speak up, and he has to grab you by the jaw and shake you dumb a little to get you to babble for him.

"Y'mine, yeah? My own little fucktoy—" he grunts, slamming into you with a pace that seems almost impossible for other men to replicate. "My pretty little thing, you're mine, mmh?"

"Si—si, yes, m'yours," you have tears in your eyes, and as if on cue, you clench around him, your tight little cunt fluttering around his abnormally huge member.

He knows you like the back of his hand, and immediately starts to rut into you, hitting that sweet spot that always, always, makes you keen and come undone.

As the tale goes, you do, and it's the best damned thing in the whole world. It feels like coming home after being away for too long.

You suck him in so tightly that he has no choice but to let you milk him of his cum — a load that seems unending, as he cranes his head back and lets out a billowing of curses.

"Ghost—" you breathe, and receive a glare in response, his eyes murderous even through his lashes.

"D'i fuck you dumb already, sweet girl?" He growls. "It's Simon to you, y'know tha'."

"Mm... what about the condom? We forgot.." you blabber for a little, abashed and suddenly timid knowing you'd fallen in his arms again when you'd sworn him off just two months ago.

He shushes you softly, raking his fingers through your hair. "You don't like condoms, rem'ber?" He breathes in sections— the action cut with every small thrust he makes to ride his orgasm out, and fuck his cum far and deep into you. "I'm the only one who gets to cum in this cunt, yeah, lovie?"

"Yeah.." you mutter, dazed. You feel so good you don't care what he's saying even if normally it would make you frown. "He didn't wanna— didn't wanna use a condom."

He growls, half-heartedly letting you speak of your latest conquest even if just the thought of you having another man on your mind while his cock is still rock hard inside of you makes him want to put a bullet through that other guy's head.

"But m'.. m made him!" You jostle a little, eyes widening a little as if you're just realizing what you're saying. He chuckles a little, and kisses a line down your temple to your cheek.

"Yeah? M'the only one who can fuck you raw, aren't I? The only one who gets to breed you full of my kids?"

You want to stop and think about it — life with kids and Simon, but his cock is still moving, and you're getting high on it again.

"Mphm, Si.." you whine, clapsing his shoulders and trying to push yourself away from all the pleasure and overstimulation.

"Don' be a crybaby, now," he huffs, grabbing you at the waist and slamming you back down onto him. "C'mon, kid. You can take me. Y'the only one who can."

His moves grow sharper again, harsher. You cry against him, feeling so, so, so good. This is good. You and Simon. For a second, you forget why you insist on leaving him.

"Even my fucking hand doesn't do it anymore for me," he growls, his words a mix of anger and confusion. "Youre so good — fuck — y'cant leave me. Ever. Understood?"

You whine that, yes, yes, Si, you'll never leave him again.

But as another high hits you, and another, and another. The night eventually comes to an end, and you wake up with your bed empty, and your heart even emptier.

#ghost x reader #simon ghost x reader #simon riley x reader #simon riley x you #simon ghost riley #toxic!ghost x reader #toxic!ghost #fwb!ghost #ghost x afab!reader

[misc-obeyme]

Hi there i have been reading your blog for an hour now and im obsessed. Your writing is amazing. May i please request gn! Mc who was just in a fight, and got badly injured, but doesn’t care. So they ask the demon/angel there yo cuddle?

Im so so so sorry of this doesn’t make sense im very tired xD

Preferred characters you can ignore this well the entire request too xD (lucifer, satan, belphie, dia, barb, and simeon)

Here is a cat to keep you company his name is mr. Whisp 🐈

Hello there!

Oh thank you, I'm so glad you're enjoying my writing! (Also thank you for Mr. Whisp I love him.)

Okay, so I wrote these as little scenes instead of the usual bulleted list style, I hope that's okay! They did end up a little longer because of that, though. I did it that way because you requested specific characters and it's easier to write little scenes for fewer characters rather than all of them.

Thank you for the request!

GN!MC gets hurt in a fight, but doesn't care and just wants cuddles with Lucifer, Satan, Belphie, Diavolo, Barbatos, and Simeon

Warnings: MC is hurt! Bruises, blood, general injuries, talk of fighting.

Lucifer

You were standing in front of Lucifer, summoned to his room after he inevitably heard from several of his brothers about the state you were in. You had shown up at the House of Lamentation covered in scrapes and bruises. They all noticed how you were walking with a slight limp and the dark circle that was forming up under one of your eyes.

You had considered blowing him off when you got the message on your D.D.D. that he wanted to see you immediately. You didn't really feel like listening to a lecture about getting into fights. And yet you knew that if you put it off, it'd only be worse later. And secretly you wanted to see him.

Lucifer was observing you with a dark expression, clearly looking over your various injuries.

You kept your arms folded, chin up, and said, "You wanted to see me?"

He didn't say anything at first. You weren't sure if this meant he was so angry he couldn't speak or if he was just trying to make you nervous.

"Explain," he said at last.

You sighed. "I got into a little fight, it was no big deal."

Lucifer quickly closed the distance between you. He took hold of your chin and tilted your face this way and that. "No big deal? MC, you have a black eye. I think perhaps you've also injured your ankle in some way. Do you really think it's okay to risk yourself like this?"

You frowned up at him. "I can handle myself. Just because I got hurt doesn't mean I didn't win the fight."

Lucifer shook his head in exasperation. "That is not the point. Surely the issue could have been resolved without you getting hurt."

You softened a little. "You don't have to worry about me so much, you know."

Lucifer let go of your chin, tracing the tips of his fingers down your cheek lightly. "How can I not when you come in here looking like this? I know you can take care of yourself, but it really is a problem if you-"

You cut him off, catching his hand and stepping in even closer. "Lecture me later. Right now, can't you just hold me?"

You saw his resolve break as his expression changed. He wrapped his arms around you gently, careful to avoid aggravating your injuries. He pressed a kiss to your forehead, unable to hold back as his worry for you spilled over.

"We will treat your injuries shortly," he said into your hair. "And MC, you will not worry me like this again."

You smiled to yourself at this blatant admission of his concern for you. The warmth of his arms was more than enough to make you feel as though you were healing already. You later heard all about how he hunted down those who hurt you (though you could never figure out how he knew who they were). Those demons were never heard from again.

Satan

You sat down across the table from Satan at the library of RAD. There was nobody else around - it was late in the afternoon and all the other students had long since gone home. You knew Satan was there late, taking his time studying for an upcoming curses and hexes exam. You had agreed to meet him there at some point, since you needed to study for that exam as well.

Satan looked up as you sat down and instantly reached out across the table, grabbing your wrist.

"MC," he said, his voice low. "What happened? Who did this to you?"

You knew he was reacting to the bruises on your face and the cut across your forehead that was currently still bleeding a little.

"I'm fine," you said, shrugging a little and pulling your wrist out of his grip. "I just had to take care of something on my way here. Now are we going to study some hexes or what?"

Satan stared at you with wide eyes for a moment. You watched as his face changed, his eyes going dark and his teeth clenching. You could see where this was going and sure enough, he was suddenly in demon form. He half stood out of his chair, leaning across the table and growling.

"Who was it?" he demanded. You could see the tip of his tail twitch just above the table, unexpectedly free rather than wrapped securely around his leg.

You weren't scared because you knew he was contemplating tearing some other demons limb from limb for doing this to you. His reaction was a little over the top, but nothing you weren't expecting. This was Satan, after all.

"I know you're upset," you said. "But it really isn't anything you need to worry about." You placed your hand over one of his, leaning forward yourself to meet him.

His death glare only cooled slightly. "You can't show up to a study session with injuries like that and expect me not to worry, MC."

"I can if I'm telling you that you don't need to worry," you said adamantly. "I need you to trust me. And honestly, it would help me a lot more if you would calm down and give me a hug than if you went off the rails right now."

He was struck by your words, and they caused him to sit back down. Slowly, his demon form left him and he was back in his RAD uniform. The anger still smoldered in his eyes, but it was in competition with how much he cared for you.

Satan closed his eyes, clearly fighting with himself to push down the wrath that continued to simmer in him. After a few moments and some deep breaths, he opened his eyes again. He came around the table, gently taking your hands and pulling you out of your chair.

His eyes roamed over the cut on your forehead, but he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into his chest. You pressed yourself to him, letting your own arms return the embrace. The pain of injuries seemed to fade away entirely as you let him comfort you.

You pulled your head away just a little to look at him and as you did so, you saw a splotch of red against the grey fabric of his uniform. "I'm sorry," you said. "I got blood on your uniform."

Satan sighed and pulled you even closer to him, resting his head on your shoulder. "What am I going to do with you, MC? Promise me you'll be more careful. I hate to see you hurt like this."

"I promise I'll be more careful," you said. It was a promise you felt you could keep.

Belphegor

You moved as quietly as you could through the halls of the House of Lamentation, avoiding any of the brothers you came across. You were on your way to the planetarium to meet up with Belphie and you didn't want any of the others to see the state you were in. So you kept to the shadows, moving along the walls until you came to your destination.

You slipped into the room and smiled at Belphie as he looked up at you. He had been nearly dozing off, so he was still a little bleary.

"There you are," he said with a yawn. "You're late."

"I'm sorry," you said, hoping the room was dark enough that he hadn't noticed your cuts and bruises. You sat down next to him, making sure you stayed partly in shadow. "I lost track of the time."

"Hmm, fine, I'll forgive you this time," Belphie said, rubbing at his eyes.

You laughed softly. "Gee, thanks."

Belphie leaned against your shoulder sleepily. You winced. You didn't mean to, but your shoulder was still sore in that spot.

Belphie noticed instantly. He sat up straight and looked at you carefully, the sleepiness suddenly gone. "MC… is that… a black eye?"

You shrugged. "I don't know what you're talking about."

Belphie frowned. "It is. You're hurt." He tugged on your arm a little to move you more into the light. You knew he could now see how banged up you really were. "MC! What happened to you?"

"Don't worry about it," you said. "It's not a big deal."

Belphie scoffed. "You got into a fight, didn't you? At least tell me that you gave worse than you got."

"Of course I did," you said.

Belphie stood up. "Hang on," he said. "I'll be right back. Then you should tell me about it."

Belphie was gone for only a few minutes, coming back with a first aid kit in tow. He sat back down next to you and opened it, pulling out a disinfectant wipe. He started to wipe down the scrapes on your face. It stung only a little.

"So? What happened? Did some demons insult you or something?" he asked.

"Yeah," you said. "Well, they said some things that I couldn't just ignore and things escalated quickly. But I can promise you they're suffering worse injuries than I am."

Belphie smirked. "I'm not happy about you being hurt," he said seriously. "But I can't pretend I'm not proud of you, either. You should let us handle stuff like that for you, MC. I know you can take care of yourself, but I don't know if it's worth you getting hurt like this."

Belphie carefully put a bandage over the largest cut.

"It's really no big deal," you said. "Especially since I have you to take care of me."

Belphie frowned, a soft blush creeping across his face. He sighed and put his arms around you. "Just because I'll patch you up doesn't mean you should go around getting yourself hurt."

You leaned into his embrace, nuzzling into him while still being careful of your injuries. "I know. Thank you for taking care of me, Belphie."

Although Belphie stayed by your side that night, you later heard rumors about those particular demons being plagued by nightmares.

Diavolo

You ducked into an empty classroom, having finally gotten away from the scene of the fight. You were covered in scratches and bruises and your lip was bleeding. You had eventually escaped the pandemonium after landing a particularly well thrown punch and running while your opponent was dazed. Now you could take a moment to breathe and figure out what you needed to do for your injuries.

You turned around from the classroom door and froze in shock. Diavolo was standing there in the middle of the room, looking just as shocked as you felt. He stared at you for a long moment, taking in your disheveled appearance, and the blood still dripping down your chin.

"MC," he said and the darkness of his voice sent a shiver down your spine. He came toward you. He put one hand on your arm and lifted the other to wipe the blood off of your bottom lip. He let his touch linger there. "Did a student do this to you?"

You considered telling him exactly which demons you had been dealing with. But then you thought about how you weren't entirely blameless. You engaged with them, after all, and there was no doubt that you'd left a few of them injured.

"Please don't worry about it," you said. "It wasn't like I couldn't handle it."

Diavolo sighed. "That isn't the point, I'm afraid," he said. "It's against RAD policy to fight on the grounds."

You smirked a little. "Are you going to give me detention?"

Diavolo laughed. The sound filled you with a feeling of warmth and contentment. It was his usual laugh and it let you know that everything would be okay. "I don't think that will be necessary," he said. "But if there are students picking fights, I'll have to do something about it."

You put your hand on his where it still lingered by your bloody lip. "You can do something about it later, can't you? I could really use a hug right now."

Diavolo put his hand gently on your cheek then wrapped his other arm around you, pulling you close to him. After a moment he put his other arm around you, too, keeping you safe and warm in his embrace.

"I am so sorry this happened to you, MC," he said into your hair. "Please come back to the castle with me so I can be sure your injuries are properly cared for."

You pressed your cheek against his chest. "Are you really that worried about me? I can handle myself."

"I don't doubt you," he said. "But I would feel much better knowing you are being taken care of. Won't you indulge me?"

It wasn't like you could really refuse him. Especially not when you looked into his gold eyes and saw the deep concern there. So you would allow him to take you back to the castle, where you would stay for the rest of the night. You later heard about the rules regarding fighting at RAD becoming more strict.

Barbatos

You pressed your fingertips into your cheek in an attempt to stop the bleeding from a small cut you had gotten there. You felt that it was the most prominent wound, since it was right on your face, and while you couldn't exactly cover up all your bruises, you hoped you could at least stop the bleeding.

You were waiting for Barbatos in the gardens of the Demon Lord's Castle where you were meeting him for tea.

You weren't delusional. You knew you couldn't hide what had happened from Barbatos. But you still thought it would be better if you weren't actively bleeding.

When Barbatos finally arrived, he was carrying a tray of tea and pastries in his hands. The moment he saw you, he nearly dropped the tray, catching himself just in time. Still it tipped enough for a teacup to go flying off the edge, falling to the ground and smashing into tiny pieces.

You gasped and stood up, an unexpected reaction to the shattered teacup. "Oh don't worry, I can fix that," you said.

You couldn't look at Barbatos as you cast the spell to repair the cup. The pieces lifted into the air and fused back together. The cup landed in your palm, whole again. You straightened up and brought the cup over to where Barbatos was still standing, setting it on the tray before meeting his eyes.

There was an unmistakable aura of distress around him, even though his expression remained neutral. He carefully placed the tray on the table you had previously been sitting at.

"Thank you, MC," he said. "I'm afraid I lost my composure for a moment. I apologize for my clumsiness."

You had to hold in a laugh. Of course he would apologize to you for that. "Don't worry about it," you said.

You were about to sit back down at the table when he caught your arm. "I must inquire about your current state, MC."

You shrugged. "It's nothing important," you said. "Just a little altercation I was in on the way here. But I'm fine."

"I must disagree," Barbatos said. To your complete shock, he touched your cheek, leaving a smudged red stain on his spotless white gloves.

"Barbatos!" you cried, taking his hand. "You're getting my blood all over your gloves!"

It wasn't like Barbatos to allow his gloves to get dirty.

"A small matter compared to the fact that you are currently bleeding, MC," Barbatos said calmly. "You must allow me to tend to these wounds."

You sighed, squeezing his hand in both of yours. "All right. But first won't you…" You blushed, a little embarrassed to ask him to hold you.

But Barbatos knew what you wanted to say. He pulled you down into his lap as he sat down in one of the chairs by the table. You rested your head on his shoulder as he wrapped his arms around you, gently kissing your neck. Much later, he would bandage you up and give you some healing tea. But in that moment, his touch was like the magic you had used on the teacup - making you feel whole again.

Simeon

You fidgeted outside the door to Purgatory Hall. You had come here to spend some time with Simeon, studying while he worked on his latest novel. It was something you had gotten into the habit of doing recently. You were currently concerned about running into Luke and scaring him with the sight of your injuries.

You decided to send Simeon a message on your D.D.D. letting him know you were outside.

He sent you back a question mark sticker, clearly confused about why you didn't just knock on the door.

You waited for a moment instead of responding and the door opened to reveal Simeon, his expression just as confused as the sticker he sent.

"MC?" he asked. Then he got a decent look at you. "Oh, MC. What happened to you?" He grabbed your hand, pulling you inside.

"I'm fine," you said. "Can we just go to your room so I can study?"

Simeon frowned, but he did as you asked. He held your hand tightly as he led you down the hall to his room.

Fortunately, you didn't run into any of the other Purgatory Hall occupants.

When you reached his room, Simeon sat you down on his bed as he stood before you, fingers lightly touching the largest bruise on your face.

"I told you, I'm fine," you said again. "I just didn't want to scare Luke, that's all."

"I appreciate that you were concerned about Luke, MC," Simeon said. "But you really should be worried about yourself, too. These injuries are serious. They need treatment."

You groaned a little and leaned forward, letting your forehead rest on his stomach. "I knew you'd be worried about it," you said. "But I'm fine. And anyway, I'll really start to feel better if you just hold me for a bit."

Simeon chuckled. He gently pushed your head back to make you look up at him. "I could never say no to that," he said. "But you really should let me take care of this later." He let his fingers hover over the various places where you had developed bruises.

"Later," you agreed.

Simeon shook his head, but he sat beside you on the bed. He took you in his arms, leaning back against the pillows so you were lying on his chest. He ran his fingers down your back and kissed the top of your head.

"You really should be more careful in the Devildom, MC," he said.

You snuggled into him more. "It's fine. I can handle myself."

"I have no doubt of that," Simeon said. "But I'd rather you didn't get injured. I can only imagine how the demons you fought are faring."

"Let's just say they'll think twice before messing with me again," you said.

Simeon sighed, but he only held you a little closer.

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[avonne-writes]

sending this again cause i didn’t get the little green bar that says it sent:

for example, how u mentioned in symmetry that buck doesn’t mention that there were 4 guys and he got away only out of pure luck. i feel like knowing about that would absolutely horrify and destroy bucky

Symmetry

Oh, absolutely. Imagine a moment still in the stalag when Gale wakes up gasping from a nightmare. Bucky would wake up too / he would be awake due to crippling insomnia, and he sees Gale rubbing his wrists and being a bit out of it. Gale jumps when he sits beside him and touches him, then covers his face with his hand as if ashamed. He's shaking.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing."

"Hm-m, and I'm Marlene Dietrich in disguise."

Gale chuckles, but it sounds like a hiccup. "Some of the guards looked at me funny today."

Bucky tries to think back but can’t really recall it. He decides not to say that though. "Yeah? In the yard?"

"I shouldn't have taken my shirt off." Gale keeps rubbing his eyes, a gesture of exhaustion. "What if they -" He bites the sentence off and swallows.

Around them, the hut is quiet, but Bucky wouldn’t be surprised if some of the other guys were listening in. They all wondered about what happened to Gale between his capture and the stalag that caused him to react weirdly sometimes - but Gale kept a tight lid on it. Even to Bucky, he only told a few details. But he's too shaken now to realize or to care that he has an audience.

"It’s so stupid." He whispers and drops his hands on his lap. "It was just a cut and a few bruises, I ought'a have moved on from it already."

Bucky rubs Gale's back in slow, wide strokes. "He wanted to force himself on you. It’s not something you can easily forget."

Gale breathes in and out deeply. "They."

Bucky frowns. "What?"

Hugging himself, Gale stares into nothing. "There were four of them." He takes another deep breath, trying to force himself to calm down. "One to each arm... feet and hands on my legs... one with a knife. I had bruises on my wrists and thighs for a while." More noisy breathing, in and out, in and out. "It was so easy."

Bucky’s heart cracks like a branch snapped in half. There’s a fury in him with no outlet, and it eats away at him, makes him think of the craziest things. Beating guards into a bloody pulp, making them suffer. He keeps the hand on Gale's back light and comforting but the other clenches into a tight enough fist that his nails dig into his own palm.

"I can’t help but think -" Gale pauses, but decides to continue after a moment. He gestures at the window. "What if those out there get bored? Luck's going to run out at one point."

Bucky feels so small, so inadequate in the face of that fear. He slides his arm around Gale's back fully and feels Gale lean against his side. "I will make sure you’re never alone until we're out of here."

Gale makes the same defeated chuckle again, and they fall into silence. A few seconds later, a bunk creaks, and a figure moves towards them in the shadows. Gale's spine goes stiff under Bucky's touch again, and his expression clears of emotion. He even puts on a small smile as Brady’s tired face comes into view in the dim light.

"You okay, Brady?" He asks quietly. Not even Bucky would have been able to tell from his voice that he was struggling only a few seconds before.

Brady leans against the bedframe on Gale's other side. He looks between the two of them, then nods a few times and squeezes Gale's elbow. At the touch, Gale's breath leaves him in a rush. He covers his eyes again. Bucky and Brady let the silence linger as long as he needs.

#buck x bucky #mota #john egan #gale cleven #john brady #my writing #anon #stalag fic #symmetry

[antimatterz]

hiii! may i request self aware! gepard and blade (separately) who watch as y/n escaping reality in hsr, like they’re playing for hours without eating or sleeping, they look tired and worn out? What do they think about it?

escaping reality

gepard, blade x gn!reader

summary: in which you try to escape reality by completely indulging in honkai: star rail.

cw: mentions of unspecified trouble in real-life

enyo's note: don't mind me putting an owl city quote here because i got reminded of it by this request: "reality is a lovely place but i wouldn't wanna live there."

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gepard landau

gepard already knows a little of what is going on in your life, so when you appear online more and more often, he is quick to connect the dots.

instantly worried: have things grown out to become too much for you? were you running away from your real life, using honkai star rail as your escape?

he doesn't let it go on for too long, stepping in because you already look way too dull and worn-out for his liking. he hates seeing you like that, and again, he is concerned.

his approach is careful and a little awkward. he doesn't want to trigger you, and he is convinced that he's not too good at deep talks.

"i'm a little worried about you, y/n," he admits as he watches you enhance his relics. "you're online so often that it's tiring you out. is something the matter?"

you hesitate because you don't want to bother him.

but the silence speaks a thousand words.

gepard knows what that means, and it worries him even more. you're always online without breaks, hardly leaving any time to eat, drink, or catch up on sleep. you've been neglecting yourself, haven't you?

he leaves it up to you to decide whether or not you want to talk about what exactly you're running from, but you open up and he listens patiently.

he's much better at this than he givee himself credit for!

gepard will softly remind and ecourage you to take breaks and take care of yourself, telling you how important your wellbeing is to him. he's so relieved (and proud!) when you promise him to take care of yourself, adding breaks regularly to your playtime.

blade

at first he doesn't think much of it.

yeah, sure, you're online more and more often, spending hours online on honkai star rail without taking breaks. he even teases you with it ("can't live without me, hm?")

but then he starts to notice how terrible you look; tired, obviously not taking care of yourself. and when do you eat? drink? sleep? attend real-life obligations? you're always online.

blade doesn't really do anything. it's none of his business. and he doesn't care, right?

r i g h t ?

okay, as your appearance worsens – growing bags underneath your eyes, your shoulders slumping more and more, your tired eyes void of their usual sparkle – he starts to worry. he can no longer pretend that he doesn't care.

goes for the direct approach.

at some point he straight-up refuses to enter a boss fight, folding his arms abd gazing into your eyes.

"you haven't been taking care of yourself," he sternly remarks.

there isn't much for you to deny: it's a fact.

sighing, you give in, and confess to blade that playing honkai is your way of escaping reality. you open up about what makes your real life so tough, and he listens silently.

his demeanor softens and his conern shows. he's no longer the cold and sadistic stellaron hunter, but the bladie you grew to adore.

blade tries to take care of you in his own way, mainly refusing to cooperate until you promise him to eat something or take a nap. as you come back, he rewards you by asking silver wolf to alter the data to bless you with amazing relics, hehe.

#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai #— enyo writes #honkai: star rail #gepard #gepard landau #honkai star rail gepard #gepard honkai star rail #gepard x reader #gepard landau x reader #honkai blade #blade #blade honkai #hsr blade #blade hsr #blade x reader #gepard imagine #gepard landau imagine #blade imagine

[fourlittleocto]

Hi you two! thank you for the request <3 I hope you don't mind that i'm tying yours together, I've been super busy but i do plan to write more little ghouls soon hopefully

this ones basically what it says on the tin, hurt/comfort sick fic featuring CG aether and mountain trying his best. it's a little sad at the beginning but i promise it gets better <3

CW: mentions on tummy aches, crying, yelling, head kisses under the cut

Even if he knows it won’t help, Mountain wants to cry too. It started with Dew dropping. He’d been clingy and whiney all day about a bug he caught. Something that’s been making his head hurt and his stomach turn, and it all got too much for him, leading to him disappearing into his mind, and even though part of him is glad Dew’s mind is getting a break, his body’s not. The discomfort is so much harder for him to deal with like this. Each little whine and sob out of Dew breaks his heart.

Mountain’s been pacing the common room for at least an hour with the little fire ghoul tucked safely in his arms. He rocks him soothingly and rubs his belly every once in a while, to calm it down when his sobs pick up. Even though Dew is still squirming and can’t seem to settle, he’s doing better than he was when he first dropped, which would make Mountain breathe a sigh of relief.

Except at some point Rain had wandered in. He sat on the couch and stared at the pair with wide eyes for a while. He left and came back with Dew’s stuff bunny, and Mountain couldn’t thank him enough. Dew calmed down more, reaching towards Rain, so Mountain helped the water ghoul settle back on the couch and placed Dew on his lap. Mountain sat next to them with a book, much more relaxed since both of them had calmed down and were being cared for. He kept having to pull Rain’s fingers out of his mouth, but he would take that over both ghouls melting down any day.

Until they did start crying, Mountain putting down his book at Dew’s scream and finding the little fire ghoul’s finger now inside Rain’s mouth. He stops his chewing and drops Dew hand to wail too.

Mountain does what he can by separating them, hauling Dew to be pressed into his right side while Rain hides in his left. He’s just so tired. It’s been a long day of trying to get Dew to relax and let himself be sick, and he wishes he could do more for them right now but he can’t. Dew clutches his bunny. He can’t stop sobbing, too worked up and probably just as tired as Mountain, his whole body shaking with it. And Rain won’t stop crying either. His are softer but just as worrying, Rain doesn’t tend to cry when he’s little unless he’s really frustrated. He also has to pull Rain’s fingers out of his mouth again, and then his tail when he tries to sneak that in instead.

Mountain shouts when Rain bites the spade end of his tail instead. Dew sobs louder and pulls more into himself at the loud noise, and all Mountain can do is drop his head into his hands to keep from yelling or crying more.

He’s saved as Aether comes running into the room, somehow finding the energy even after a long day in the infirmary.

“What’s wrong love?” Aether asks while scooping Rain up. Mountain sighs and tries to pull Dew against his chest, but he wiggles and resists and Mountain doesn’t want to force it.

“Dew’s been sick all day, and Rain came out here a little bit ago but he won’t stop biting things,” Mountain rumbles.

“Schneckchen, what’s wrong?” Aether turns his attention to Rain, who's trying to bury himself in Aether’s chest, but still makes sure they can both see him shake his head. “You don’t have to use your mouth, Rainbow. Can you use your hands for me?” Rain takes a deep breath, then puts enough space between him and Aether that he can free his hands and sign my teeth hurt before hiding his face back in Aether’s t-shirt. Aether rubs at his back and purrs soothingly, spreading his quintessence around the room and calming everyone down.

“How about Mountain helps you find a soother, and I’ll get Dewbug ready for bed, and then we can all go cuddle in my room. Does that sound good?” Mountain and Rain both nod their agreement. Dew is still too far in his head to understand, but Mountain tries to say sorry before getting up. Dew just whines and shrinks away. When he goes to take Rain out of Aether’s arms, the quintessence ghoul leans in to whisper in his ear.

“I’ll take care of it. You’ll get your chance to make it up to him.” Aether offers him a sweet smile, pulling him in for a quick kiss. It doesn’t escape him that both of the littles are too distracted to make their usual grossed out sounds. When they pull away, Aether continues, “You’re doing a good job, Sapling.” Mountain nods, turning away towards the kitchen to hide the tears pricking at his eyes.

He tries to set Rain on the counter, but he grabs onto his shirt, growling and poking his horns into Mountain’s chest. Mountain tries not to complain, but grabbing their emergency teether out of the freezer isn’t easy with a lanky, squirming ghoul in his arms. It takes him a while but eventually he gets it. Rain’s eyes finally light up as he gets the soft plastic into his mouth. His growl turns into a purr. Mountain lets out a sigh of relief.

“Alright Schneckchen, to bed.” Mountain starts to move, but Rain hooks the teether on his tail to grab the big ghoul’s face in both hands, making sure he’s looking in his big, wet eyes. “Please don’t cry buddy, what do you need?” Mountain tries. Rain just shakes his head.

“I’m sorry for biting you,” He says in a small voice. Mountain can’t help but laugh. He wraps his arms tighter around Rain and pulls him into his chest for a big hug.

“It’s ok baby. You were frustrated, that’s a big feeling. But next time you know you can just ask right?” Rain nods against him. Mountain kisses him between his horns.

The walk to Aether’s room is quiet besides the underlying purr they share and the occasional squeak as the teether rubs against Rain’s teeth the wrong way. It doesn’t seem to bother him much though as he giggles each time and relaxes further into Mountain. Aether and Dew are already settled into the nest with a picture book held between them when they enter. Mountain is quick to get both their teeth brushed so he can lay down as well, setting Rain next to Dew and laying against his other side. Safe and protected.

"I'm sorry for yelling Dew," Mountain leans over to kiss him between the horns too, and to his relief Dew leans into it. He can barely hold his eyes open as he babbles tiredly. Aether’s hand lands in his hair, and he watches as Rain and Dew wrap tight around each other, overcome with love from his pack.

#regressed ghouls #ghost band fanfic #the band ghost #age regression #dewdrop ghoul #rain ghoul #mountain ghoul #aether ghoul #octo sfw #octo writes

[acesbelovedwife]

Would a kiss make it better?

Portgas D Ace x reader fluff

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You all finally docked at an island after sailing for so long, both you and Ace were known for having too much energy, especially if you're excited about something. And excited you were, finally being able to finally touch the ground made you both throw themselves off of the ship and run around the island "and off they go" Marco sighed finally being able to get some quiet and peace "can't blame them, even we can get tired of sailing not being able to touch the grass" Izo smiled looking at the both of you.

"C'mon y/n, you're falling behind!" Ace yelled running ahead of you "Slow down, y'know that I don't have as much stamina as y-" you got cut off by you falling to the ground tripping over some three roots on the ground you didn't see. "Fuck.." you cursed under your breath as you saw a forming bruise on your knee, you wanted to cry, it hurt but you didn't want to seem weak in front of Ace so you tried your best to stay quiet. When Ace heard you fall he thought you're just gonna get up but he heard your whimpers behind him and his mind was immediately taken over by worry "Y/n are you ok?!" He shouted running up to you "mhm" you mumbled not looking him in the eyes feeling that if you do, you might start crying "are you sure? It looks like it's swelling up.." he didn't really believe you, it looked like it hurt. You didn't say anything, you didn't even look at him "y/n, you know you don't need to act strong next to me... there's no shame in crying, everyone cries" he said trying to comfort you "I just don't want you to think I'm weak.." you cried covering your face with your hands not wanting him to see your state "I would never, I know you're very strong y/n. If I was in your place I would already be lying on the ground crying like a baby" he snickered making you slightly laugh through your tears. Ace took your hands away from your face giving you a gentle kiss on your forehead, nose and started kissing away your tears on your cheeks making you giggle. "Now tell me the truth y/n, does it hurt?" He asked again smiling gently "it does.." you whispered looking away "would a kiss make it better?" he asked making you blush and slightly nod. He moved his head closer to your knee and gently kissed it making you blush even harder. When he pulled away he saw your cute blush making his heart melt "we should probably ask Marco to check up on it" Ace spoke softly, you nodded in agreement as he picked you up and gave you a piggyback ride back to the ship, you put your hands around his neck scared to not fall "don't worry, I won't drop you" he reassured being very careful to not hurt your knee even more.

Marco scolded Ace for the rest of the day.

Sorry for any mistakes, english is my second language! I hope you enjoyed reading ♡

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[canirove]

Granada | Chapter 18

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"What about an attack from the East?"

"That's too predictable."

"But maybe because it is predictable, they will do it."

"They won't attack from the East" Rúben said. They had been looking at the maps for what felt like hours trying to decide what would be the enemy's next move, and his head was starting to hurt. He just wanted to finish his wine and lay down, maybe try to go back to his dream with Rowena. Rowena… how could he miss her so much? 

It had only been a few days since they had left the palace, since they had marched towards where the enemy was waiting. But for him, it felt like weeks. He missed waking up next to her every morning, his arm wrapped around her, her body pressed against his. He missed her laugh, the way her cheeks turned bright pink when he teased her, the way how, despite speaking their language perfectly, he could notice her accent when she was tired or got too angry at him. Though there were moments where it felt like she was there next to him, moments where he could swear he was able to smell her perfume. Like right now.

"I think we should attack first" one of his generals said. "We could go through the North flank and…"

"Pff" the boy filling their cups snorted.

"Anything to say, lad?" the general asked. 

He didn't answer, just shook his head and hid his face a bit more under his hood. 

"Then go fetch more wine. We will be needing it" the general grunted.

As the boy left, Rúben couldn't help but look at him. There was something very familiar on the way he stood, on the way he…

"We are done for today."

"My prince?" the general said.

"We are done for today" he repeated, getting up and leaving the tent, following the boy.

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"Going somewhere?"

"Let me go!" the boy complained while trying to get himself free of Rúben's grip.

"Shh, people may hear us."

"I don't care! Let me go!" he complained again while being dragged behind a tent.

"Or what?" 

"Or I'll cut you."

"You can try" Rúben chuckled. 

"Watch me" the boy said, somehow twisting around and putting a knife to his throat. "See?"

"That was really good, a very smooth move… wife."

"Thank you very much… husband."

"Put that knife down, Rowena."

"Afraid I may actually cut you?" she smirked.

"Actually… yes. You were crazy enough to follow us here, so who knows what else you could do."

"You should be thankful I followed you. Attacking from the North? Is he stupid?"

"I wasn't going to follow his advice."

"Of course not" she laughed.

"Rowena… put the knife down. Please."

"Only because you used the magic word…" she said before hiding it.

"Will you ever teach me how you do that so fast?"

"I don't think so. It is a Rice family secret."

"You aren't a Rice anymore. You are one of us."

"I will forever be a Rice" she said, giving her back to Rúben and starting to walk away.

"Where are you going?"

"To fetch more wine. Didn't you hear the general?"

"Rowena, stop."

"No."

"Rowena" he repeated, standing next to her. Him and his stupid long legs. "I said stop."

"And I said no."

"Alright then" Rúben said, grabbing her by the arm and turning her around until she was facing him, his lips suddenly on hers. 

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"How did you know it was me?" Rowena said, her finger making small circles on Rúben's chest.

"Do you seriously have to ask?" he laughed.

"My hips?"

"I could recognize them anywhere" he said, gently kissing her head. "But also your perfume. I was starting to think I was going mad because I was able to smell it."

"Noted. Next time I'll use a different one" she laughed. "And I guess I need to start practicing my walk."

"You can do that once you are back home."

"Once we are back home. I'm not leaving."

"Rowena…"

"No" she said, moving to face him. "I'm not going anywhere without you."

"This is war, Rowena. This is dangerous."

"I know."

"Do you? You ran away from the palace and sneaked into camp dressed as a boy."

"Yes. And? It isn’t the first time I do it."

"Rowena…" Rúben said, sitting up on the small bed in his tent. "I'm being serious."

"And so am I. I'm not going anywhere. I want to be here, with you."

"Why?"

"Because I… Because you clearly need my help if all your advisors are as stupid as that general." 

"They aren't, don't worry" he chuckled.

"Are you sure?"

"I picked them myself."

"As if telling me that would make me feel any better" she said, rolling her eyes.

"What are you implying, my lady? That your husband is stupid?"

"Well…" Rowena smirked.

"You will pay for such an offense."

"Pay? How?" she asked, still smiling.

"Death by tickling."

"Rúben no… Rúben no, no!" she laughed while he pushed her down on the bed, tickling her everywhere. "Stop, please!"

"The magic word doesn't work here" he said as he moved to be on top of her, his fingers still tickling her.

"Stop, stop! Rúben!" she kept laughing, tears rolling down her cheeks. "You aren't stupid!"

"Repeat that."

"You aren't stupid. You are the most clever prince I've ever met."

"Ever?" he asked with a teasing smile.

"Ever."

"Then consider yourself lucky, my lady. You won't be dying of tickling today. But just today" he said while brushing his lips against hers. 

"Are you needed anywhere?"

"Not until dinner or unless the enemy chooses to attack."

"Then can we do again what we did earlier?" she asked, biting her lower lip.

"All of it?"

"Afraid you may not be able to repeat it, my prince?" Rowena teased him, the way Rúben looked and smiled at her letting her know that he was more than capable to do all that again, and more.

#ruben dias #ruben dias fanfic #ruben dias imagine #football imagine #football fanfic

[foodsies4me]

Okay now I’m fully invested in Magnus realising the trainees are to totally in love in love with him. Imagine the trainees defending Magnus’ honour in front of the whole Institute. Magnus blush in the back whilst Alec look on all proud and kinda smug too :)

Well, this sure sparked the muse back to life!

I am putting a line break because this got slightly long again. But here is a "the trainees take revenge on someone for being mean to Magnus" snippet, featuring a stabby Doris, a feral Clara, an Alec who threatens people off-camera, and Max the prankster, who is as always backed up by his three fellow pranksters.

Magnus hadn't paid the insult any mind. William Ashdown, had been the latest Clave envoy in a series of many to be sent to the New York Institute. He'd arrived with slicked-back hair and a sneering frown that Magnus was all too familiar with, looking like every other shadowhunter Magnus had met throughout the years. Magnus had been standing in the Operations Room when Ashdown arrived, checking the wards on Alexander's request after the ward had started to feel "weird". Ashdown's frown turned into a disgusted scowl the moment his eyes landed on Magnus. "Could we discuss this somewhere more private," he sneered, shooting a look at Magnus as he said this, "We wouldn't want to have any unsavory ears listen in." "I trust my shadowhunters," Alexander countered, his eyes turning steely, "-and considering they will be the ones most impacted, I think it's only fair they hear how the Clave has decided to handle Valentine's reappearance." "And the warlock? We can hardly trust one of them with this information," Ashdown sneered and that had been enough for Magnus to turn his focus back to that something his magic had crossed. He wasn't interested in hearing what else the man had to say and that spark of something felt.. drowsy. Tired and old and, dare he say it, strange. Magnus hadn't cared about Ashborne's opinion.

The trainees had been another story. A pained shriek had snapped Magnus out of his trance, eyes darting to the left where Alexander and Ashdown had been standing, only to see Ashborne pull his hand away from a scowling Clara with blood running down her chin. Before Magnus could wonder what had pushed Clara to bite someone, Ashdown raised his hand to try and strike her. Alexander had Ashborne's hand clenched into a death grip before the man was even done raising his hand. "You take back what you said about Magnus!" Doris screamed not a second later, drowning out whatever order Ashborne had given Alexander. She had stomped her way over to Ashborne, hair frizzy and eyes glaring daggers before she'd put herself in front of Clara with her steel practice sword clenched tightly in her hands, "And if you hurt Clara, I will stab you." Clara had only stuck her tongue before biting her teeth together to mimic biting Ashborne a second time. "Head Lightwood, I suggest you get your shadowhunters-in-training under control now," Ashborne hissed as he tried to pull his hand back, only for Alexander to tighten his grip. "And how do you suggest I do that, Mister Ashborne?" Alexander asked, cocking his head to the left and tightening his grip even further. It's when Ashborne's hand started to bend in a decidedly unnatural way that Magnus intervened. "Alexander, I'm sure Mister Ashborne didn't mean any insult," he cut in, placing his hand on Alexander's shoulders to try and calm him down before he snapped Ashborne's wrist, "Right?"

A quick flash of his magic - harmless but enough to make it visible - was all it took to have Ashborne take a stumbling step back and give him a quick affirmative nod. "Then say sorry," Doris had ordered from the same spot she'd been standing earlier, crossing her arms in defiance when Ashborne tried to brush past her. "Say sorry," she repeated, her words being echoed by all of the other trainees present in the room - William, Sarah, two scowling Rebeccas who were busy snapping the staffs in their hands into increasingly small pieces of wood, and a glaring Hideaki that had placed himself between Magnus and Ashborne. Max, who had been sitting closest to them along with Madzie, had been the only one missing from the trainees, though seeing Madzie's absence, Magnus didn't have to wonder where he'd disappeared off to. "Alright, my little beans, let's get calmed down and leave Alec and Mister Ashborne to their discussion, why don't we?" Magnus asked to try and remedy the situation, but the trainees weren't budging. "No," Hideaki whispered, tightening his hand on the straps of his backpack when the others turned their eyes toward him, "he was mean to you and to Madzie. You're our friend. We don't let people be mean to you." "Ki, is right!" Sarah growled. For the first time since Magnus met her, her entire body was still, knees bent and hands balled into fists as she assessed the threat in front of her. Somehow, it was that nearly unnatural stillness that was so unlike Sarah that made the emotions begin to well up in his throat. Ashborne didn't last another five minutes before he muttered an unconvincing apology that Magnus was quick to accept before the trainees decided it wasn't good enough. He then waved Alexander away, telling him to bring Ashborne to his office before Magnus was whisked away by his favorite shadowhunters-in-training. Doris hadn't hesitated before taking his hand in hers to drag him to the table the trainees had been sitting at where Steph had been ready to plop herself down on Magnus' lap. Aloysius, who had been fetched by a still irate Clara, had brought snacks and a cup of - truly terrible - coffee while the other trainees hovered around him in protective fury that threatened to spring tears to his eyes. Madzie came running back not long after Ariadne had joined them, offering Magnus a hug before asking him if he was okay. Max didn't return. The other three members of the fearsome foursome didn't make an appearance either. Not even when Alexander and Ashborne walked back into the Operations Room over an hour later, Ashborne looking far paler than when he'd left, did they show. All four terrors stayed carefully hidden until Ashborne's scheduled portal back to Idriss opened on the institute's doorsteps. Then, all four came running down the institute's pathway, talking among themselves as they tried to balance the different buckets filled with - was it tar? ichor? Magnus couldn't say for sure, but buckets full of something in their hands. All four of them "accidentally" tripped as soon as they were within reach of Ashborne. And all of them "accidentally" spilled the contents onto him right as he fell through the portal. The smile on Max's face when he turned to face him was innocence itself. "Oops?" The smile that followed, was anything but.

#Foodsies rambles #foodsies writes #Max the prankster mastermind strikes again #also they added one of the potions Magnus taught them to make in the mixture #it makes hair grow all over you #and colours your skin green #so Ashborne is stuck looking like the Grinch for the next two weeks #AWG #magnus bane #alec lightwood #malec #the trainees

[emotionally-damaged-carrot]

"Just another character in your book"

Part 2 of this

Here is the part 2, haven't had motivation for writing a part 2 lately and I've been super busy. Hope this was worth the wait? I tried to proof read it but I am too tired it's 2am here. I will get to the request rotting in my inbox when I can. I have just been super busy lately and most likely until december. Hope you understand but I try to do the requests asap.

Warning: none, surprisingly

Hope you enjoy ✌️

Walking back into the apartment it filled me with sadness and betrayal. A place I once felt safe and loved, now it felt more cold and fake.

"I-i'll make dinner after I freshen up."

I told Charles as I pulled away from him and rushed to the bathroom in our bed. 'Smells like cheap perfume mixed with sweat.' I said to myself as I noticed 2 used condoms in the trash as I entered the bathroom. 'Guess she wasn't all that if he they only did 2, or did I interrupt?' I asked myself, trying to ignore the thoughts from plaguing my mind.

As I undressed and entered the shower the tears began to flow again, the sobs coming out louder. I opened the shower to try and hide the sounds, hoping he won't hear. But then again, if he didn't hear me enter earlier, he probably can't hear me right n-

"Y/n, you okay?"

My thoughts were cut off by his voice.

"Y-yea, why'd you ask?" I asked trying to sound normal but my voice faltered.

"Are you sure?"

"Of course, why wouldn't I be?" I asked cheerily, hoping it's enough to get rid of him.

"If you say so, I'll skip dinner, I already ate earlier. Sorry." He said apologetically.

"No worries, you don't have to apologize for eating." I said with a chuckle. 'You only need to apologize for doing her on the bed we sleep in.'

"Okay, I'm gonna go shower and chill on the couch."

"Okay."

After our little interaction, I finished showering and dressing myself up. Walking out of the bathroom I see that he changed the bed sheets and the pillow cases. 'So I won't smell the intense session you two had.' I thought to myself with a smile.

I got out of the bedroom to go make dinner for myself. I see him on the couch with the t.v on but he's focused on his phone, laughing and blushing. I caught a glimpse of what was on screen, seeing a name with a heart beside it, and some not so safe for work texts and a video. 'They even recorded it? Wonder how long before it gets leaked, I wonder how everyone will react when they find out everything?'

As I got the ingredients ready, and cooked, I accidentally burned myself on the pan. Not fully concentrated as my mind wondered about the events that occured just some time ago.

"Fucking bitch." I whisper shouted as pain shot up from my fingers. I immidiately ran my hand under cold water.

"Amour? What happened?" Charles asked as he entered the kitchen and walked towards me.

"I-i-i'm fine, j-just made an oopsie, I'm gonna go back to cooking again with more care this time hopefully." I said with a dry chuckle as I avoided him, trying to distance myself from him. I can't stop imagining the things they did.

"Are you sure?" He asked as he tried getting closer. But I end up just hurrying with the cooking, turning the fire on high to cook faster. Luckily I only need to finish up the egg which takes little time to cook.

"Yep." I said as I put the egg on my plate. Along with some fish, beef, and rice.

"You want some?" I asked as I offered him my plate to stop him from advancing to me.

"Okay, What's wrong y/n?" He said as he stopped in his tracks completely looking confused, hurt and annoyed. 'He doesn't really have a right to be hurt, does he?' I asked myself as I began to overthink everything, maybe I wasn't what he needed? Maybe I didn't do it for him anymore? Maybe, just maybe, I did something for him to seek comfort in someone else?

"D-did I d-do somth-thing?" I asked with trembling voice as I looked at him with teary eyes.

"W-what? Of course not, mi amour. You could never do anything wrong." He said in a loving tone as he closed the gap between us and hugging me tight. I hugged him back just as tight as tears began to flow down my cheeks I burried my face on his chest wetting his shirt.

"What makes you say that?" He asked worriedly as he kisses my hair and ruffles it while rocking me side to side.

"Y-you looked a-annoyed." I said but my voice is muffled by his shirt.

"I wasn't annoyed, I was just confused why you were acting like that. Did something happen at work?" 'Not at work.'

"Did I do something?" 'Of course you did.'

I tried to shake my thoughts away as his questions continued. My mind being overrun by guilt and confusion. My emotions being overwhelmed by sadness and anger. Feeling guilty that I am like this, that I made him worry. Confusion as I can't explain why I am feeling like this, why do I feel bad for him, when he hurt me. Waves of sadness hit me as I felt helpless in his clutch, feeling like without him I would be nothing. My mind and everything are all jumbled up, not knowing which is which or what is what. But one thing I know for certain is that, I shouldn't feel this way.

As I gathered myself I pulled back and away from him, removing his arms from around me.

"I-i'll just go eat." I said, trying to hide the hurt from my voice. I removed my apron, put the dishes in the sink and grabbed my plate from the counter and speed walked upstairs towards the guest bedroom.

As I ate in silence, pondering on what to do. I heard Charles on the phone with someone, he seemed to be having a great conversation if you take into account the loud laughters.

"Of course not, mate... Yea, I'll be very careful. Oui, oui okay, I'll see you tomorro, ciao."

As I finished eating I hear foodsteps getting close, and a door opening and his voice.

"Y/n? Where are you? Amour?"

I heard he say as he closed the door and his voice became a bit muffled, after a bit I heard a door open again and close.

"Y/n? Are you okay?"

He said as he tried to open the locked door to the guest room.

"Y-yea, I just wanted to eat in silence is all. Don't worry."

I said in a cheerful tone.

"I feel like you're not okay, y/n." 'Of course I'm not, after what you've done.'

"Can I come in?" 'No, I don't want to fall for you again.'

"I'll be out in a bit, just gotta tidy up." 'Wipe the tears and clean your face don't let him see.'

"Okay, I'll be downstairs, talk to me.. please."

He said with a brief pause before saying the last word in a sad tone.

"I will."

—

After fixing myself I decide to come downstairs to watch the dishes and clean up. Stepping down the final step I see the t.v is off, and a sleeping Charles on the couch with his phone on his hand and unlocked. 'I shouldn't.'

After I clean up everything in the kitchen, I check back on him to see if he's still asleep. He looked so peaceful, with his eyes closed and mouth open a bit. He looked so relaxed, without a worry in the world. I look back at his phone, curiousity winning. I step walk closer to him to take his phone, surprisingly with no resistance. The first thing I saw was his messages with someone, a woman, I saw the messages sent earlier today. Full of pictures of a woman, in lacy undergament thst barely cover her breasts and other parts.

"Are you sure you want this one?

Those look perfect on you.

They would look better in your hands. ;)

I will make you scream my name"

As I read a few of the messages I started to tear up, looking up at the name of the woman, I saw a heart beside it. Scrolling down I began to see pictures and videos, all sent recently. I saw the pictures he sent to her of him in nothing but underwear with a prominent bulge. The tears began to fall, down my cheeks and onto the phone.

"Amour?"

I looked towards the source of the voice, seeing a sleepy Charles rubbing his eyes. His began to show concern after seeing tears falling down my face.

"W-what happ-"

He didn't finish his sentence as he saw what I was holding. I silently gave him back his phone and made my way upstairs to pack all my belongings, which was not much considering he owned the apartment. I packed my shoes, clothes and nessesities that I bought with my own money, not wanting to take anything from him.

"I can expl-"

"It's okay, I knew you could never love true, that you can't be loyal. I mean, you are Charles Leclerc for crying out loud, ladies and men flock to you, they crave even an drop of your attention. They go crazy from a single glance from you, you could get anyone you want. And it appears you chose a new one, I won't make a scene and get angry, I knew what I signed up for the moment I accepted your proposal to be in a relationship with you. I should've expected this, with a body and face like yours I don't blame you. I want to, but my mind won't let me. I will be out as soon as possible, just get to bed and sleep. I hope she is worth it, I hope it won't happen to her. I loathe her, I envy her, but I don't want her to get hurt. Take care of her, maybe she will give you what you want and you won't have to look for anyone else, I hope she will be the last."

I said as my lips quiver and tears fall down freely from my eyes. I began to close my suitcase and bag, all my belongings now with me. I couldn't bare to look at him as my eyes looked at everywhere but him.

"I-i'm sorry, I love you, it was a m-mistake, please please please don't do this. Don't leave."

He said, his voice breaking. And for the first time ever since I said what I said, I looked at him, tears falling down his cheeks as he walked closer to me.

"I don't want to leave, I want to stay b-"

"Then stay, I will cut her off completely, I will the best boyfriend from now on I will try my hardest to earn your love, I will do everything you want. just please..please.. don't leave me. I need you, I lo-"

"I want to believe you and I want to be with you, but, I can't. Holding on will hurt me more than letting go."

I said as I walked closer to him my hands going o his cheeks, the pads of my thumbs wiping away the tears as his hands hold mine.

"D-don't please, I-i-i-i need you, I love you."

"Please, don't say that, because if you really meant it, you wouldn't have to say it to prove it, instead you'd show it you make me believe it."

"I-i-i can prove it, I can show it, please, just stay with me, don't leave. I-i-i need you, please I'm begging you, give me another chance to show you how much I lo-"

"I want to, I really want to give you another chance, but I don't think I can. I've been hurt far too many times by second chances. I really wanna believe you, I want to love you. I want to be with you, but I'm not going to stay with you if it causes me pain, I can't say I wasn't happy with you, because I was, I really did enjoy being with you. But, it's time for me to let go, the song has stopped and the dance has ended."

I said as I hugged him tight and burry my face on his neck, his arms wrapping around my waist tightly, hoping that if he held me tight enough I won't go.

"Please, I can show you happiness, I ca-"

"I know you can, and you have, but. It's time for you to show it to another."

I said as I pulled back, looking at his face that is now red and tear stained, his eyes red and hair a mess.

"It's time I go, it's very late, you should sleep."

I said as I pulled away and went to collect my suitcase and bag.

"One more night, please?"

He asked me pleadingly, hoping I will cave in if he asked me with the way he looks, like a broken man who lost everything.

"I c-can't."

I said as I put on my bag and grabbed my suitcase, and making my way towards the door. I tried to avoid him, to avoid his hands that were reaching out for me. I walked out of the bedroom and onto the living room, looking around one last time to see if I missed anything. With one last inhale and exhale, I made my way towards the main door and went out, I looked back to close the door to see a broken Charles looking at me with sad pleading eyes.

"I'm sorry Charles, I guess I was only another character in your book."

#x male reader #x reader #y/n #gay #formula 1 #f1 x male reader #f1 x reader #formula 1 x male reader #formula 1 x reader #formula 1 x y/n #bottom male reader #charles leclerc x m!reader #charles leclerc x male reader #charles leclerc x y/n #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc

[kanerallels]

For @monthly-challenge day 14: "I love you", I'm finally updating the Steve Miller Au!! But this one can be read as a standalone as well

Full fic under the cut, but you can also read it on AO3 here!!

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More and more in life, Kanan found his days full. Namely, full of missions and reports and maintenance and training and working. There were so many things to do, people to help, and between training Ezra, working with Hera and the rest of the crew, and still managing his network of spies, Kanan was busier than he would have liked.

Obviously he delegated, and he wasn’t busy constantly. But no matter how hard he worked, it seemed so rare that he had any real free time. Or in reality, he supposed, it was rare he had any real free time when Hera did, too.

That was why Kanan treasured the times they did have even more.

It was late, and the two of them were sitting up in the Ghost’s kitchen. Hera had just gotten back from a recon mission with her new squadron, and Kanan had stayed up to greet her.

“You look tired,” he told her as she dropped onto a supply crate with a sigh. Glancing up, Hera snorted.

“That’s charming,” she said dryly.

“It in no way detracts from your beauty,” Kanan assured her, and she laughed.

“You’re so full of it sometimes.”

Shooting her a wink, Kanan said, “You like me that way, and you know it. Can I make you something to eat? There are some leftovers I can heat up.”

“Yes, please,” she said. “Although I can take care of it—”

As she started to rise, Kanan gently pushed her back into a sitting position. “Uh-uh. We learned our lesson on that one when you nearly set the kitchen on fire last week. Besides, I don’t mind. You sit and tell me about your mission.”

Giving him a grateful smile, Hera leaned back with a sigh. “It was a pretty routine op. I’m still getting used to working with a larger team like this, but after working with you and the others for so long, it’s not too hard. And they seem to accept me as their leader.”

“Of course they do,” Kanan said, opening the Tupperware container he’d pulled out of the fridge. “Why wouldn’t they? You are the incredible Captain Hera Syndulla— and they’ve seen you risk your life time after time for this rebellion.”

“Hmm. You know, I’m still trying to decide if I should thank you for this recommendation.”

Switching on the stove, Kanan started scooping out the contents of the container— a meat and vegetable stir fry he’d made for dinner a few hours earlier. “It wasn’t me who got you the job, you know. I made the suggestion, but Sato’s the one who chose you. Past that, it’s entirely your own fault.”

Hera scoffed. “You’re the one who put it in motion. You realize this means I’ll be even busier now?”

Grimacing, Kanan said, “I didn’t really connect those dots until after I told Sato. But, unfortunately, I stand by it. You’re the best person for the job. We don’t have another pilot like you.”

“Thanks, love.”

“You’re welcome, Captain Hera.”

The two of them stayed in the kitchen together as Kanan heated up the leftovers and Hera talked about her new squadron, telling him about the ones that caused trouble and the others that were excited to have her. “I’ll have to introduce them to you and the others properly,” she said. “I think you’ll get along with them.”

“Anyone who likes you, I usually like,” Kanan said, grabbing a bowl from the cupboard.

He dished up the stirfry and passed the bowl to Hera, who accepted it with a laugh. “I think if we test that, it’ll be disproved pretty quickly,” she said.

“Probably,” Kanan said, pulling open a drawer. “Where in the name of the Force are all of our forks? I thought I told Ezra to put them away in here.”

“Jyn rearranged the drawers the other day,” Hera said. “She said the way we had things organized was driving her insane and she couldn’t live like this any longer. I assume she didn’t inherit this from you?”

Checking a few more drawers, Kanan said, “Not likely. Aha!” Grabbing a fork, he passed it to Hera. “Mission accomplished. Meet you in the lounge? I want to find something to snack on.”

“See you there,” Hera agreed, sticking the fork into her bowl before heading into the lounge. Kanan remained behind only for a minute. Digging through the cupboards, he located a half-empty bag of chips and headed out to join her.

They sat on the couch, side-by-side. Hera devouring her dinner, Kanan at her side, they settled into a comfortable silence for a little while. Kanan didn’t mind it, much though he loved Hera’s voice. Any time he was with her was time well spent.

Finally, Hera pushed aside her empty bowl and sat back with a sigh, letting her head drop against Kanan’s shoulder. He offered her the bag of chips, and she took a few. “Force, I’m glad to be home,” she mumbled.

“Must have been a long trip,” Kanan commented as she munched on her snack. “You tired?”

“A little,” Hera said. “But I can’t sleep just yet— I was wanting to run some maintenance checks on my A-wing before our next mission.”

“Ah, yes,” Kanan said, feeling a small grin cross his face. “Your A-wing. Did I see Sabine did a, uh, a little work on it? I like it.”

Hera elbowed him in the ribs. “Don’t you start.”

“What? I said that I like it!”

“We’re not discussing this.” Glancing down at her, Kanan saw Hera flushing slightly. “Besides,” she said, “it was Sabine’s idea.”

Chuckling, Kanan said, “I had a feeling. Doesn’t really seem like your thing.”

“No,” Hera said decisively. “But it’s Sabine’s art, so I’m not going to get rid of it.”

“Mm-hmm. Is that the only reaso— ow!” Kanan let out a yelp as Hera walloped him in the arm. “Okay, okay, dropping it.”

Resettling against him, Hera muttered, “You’d better.” Despite her words, a hint of humor colored her tone, and Kanan couldn’t hold back his grin.

He slipped an arm around her, pulling her a little closer. “You know, the A-wing can probably wait until tomorrow. You need some rest.”

Hera let out a sigh. “Don’t tempt me, dear. I should be setting a good example for the others.”

“Including a terrible sleep schedule?” Kanan said, and Hera snorted.

“It’s not that bad of a sleep schedule.”

“Uh-huh. Well, I respect your commitment.” 

As she sat up slowly, Hera raised an eyebrow at him. “You’d better not be teasing me again.”

“I’m not, I promise,” Kanan promised her. “You stick with your principles, you always have. And you follow through. It’s one of the many things I love about you.”

He only realized what he’d said when Hera went rigid next to him, shock flashing across her face. Pulling away from him a little, she stared at him. And then it hit Kanan.

He had just told Hera that he loved her for the first time.

“Ah,” he said, wincing. “That— I’m sorry. I mean, no, I’m not, but I didn’t mean to push you, and if you’re not ready for it— I just—”

Holding up a hand, Hera said, “Kanan. Stop.”

He stopped.

Hera took a deep breath, her skin darkening with a blush. “Force. This is— I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay,” Kanan said quietly. “You don’t need to feel like you should—”

Shaking her head, Hera said, “No, not for that. I— okay, I need you to listen and not interrupt so I can explain this. It’s a little… complicated.”

Complicated was, generally speaking, not good. But Kanan just nodded. “Okay. I’ll listen.”

Gratitude crossing her face, Hera said, “Thank you.” Rubbing her forehead, she was quiet for a minute, her expression thoughtful. Finally, she said, “I don’t know how much you know about Twi’lek culture— I’m assuming not much.”

“You would be right,” Kanan said slowly. Okay, there’s definitely something I’m missing here.

Nodding, Hera said, “I thought so. Part of it— something I was taught growing up— is that saying… what you said… well, it’s more serious than it is for other cultures. Most Twi’leks at home wouldn’t tell someone that until… until they were married.”

“Oh,” Kanan said, his eyes widening. 

“Yes,” Hera said. “It’s treated as something very personal, even for family members. It’s not just words, it’s the beginning of a promise. A promise for a future. And you don’t just say it, especially not out in the open—”

“Like I just did,” Kanan finished. Wincing, he said, “I’m so sorry. I had no idea.”

Shaking her head, Hera said, “It’s fine. I should have explained it to you earlier. It’s—” she let out a half-laugh, her smile more like a grimace. “There’s a lot of my home that I’ve left behind. But this is one of the things I’ve held onto, at least unconsciously. It’s what I always believed.”

Slowly, Kanan said, “Okay— that makes sense. First of all, I will absolutely respect this. If you don’t want me to say anything like that, I won’t. And Force knows you don’t have to say anything.”

But Hera was already shaking her head. “No. No, you’re— you’re fine, actually. We do technically say it, we just don’t… say it. Verbally, that is. There are a lot of parts of the Ryl language that aren’t communicated out loud, but with the lekku. Hence why there aren’t many non Twi’leks who can speak it well.”

“Makes sense,” Kanan said with a nod. “So you’re saying—”

“I’m saying that… I’m fine with it if you say it. And…” Kanan saw her blush again as she seemed to gather herself. “I feel the same way. I’m just not going to say it out loud, and I’m sorry—”

Catching hold of her hand, Kanan said, “Don’t apologize. This one’s on me— and I understand.” His mind flashed to the way she’d hugged him when they’d rescued him from the Empire. To the way her eyes glowed when she smiled at him, when she kissed him. To the fact that she’d come home, exhausted, and chosen to spend her time with him. To the way she called him “love”.

She was saying that she loved him, too, even if it wasn’t out loud.

“I won’t say it too often,” he promised her. “But I am going to say it, because Force only knows I was bad enough at disguising my feelings before. And it’s only going to get worse from here.”

Hera let out a slightly breathless laugh. “I’m okay with that.”

“Good.” Bending down, Kanan kissed her gently, holding her close for a long moment. When he finally pulled away, a slight movement caught his eye. Her lekku were twisting together behind her, in a spiral shape. He’d seen them do that before, but only now had he realized what it might mean.

“That’s what that means, doesn’t it?” he asked softly, brushing a thumb along her temple near the base of her lekku. 

Her blush was answer enough, as was the small, secretive smile she gave him. Kanan made a mental note to properly learn more Ryl, and leaned in to kiss the woman he loved again.

#star wars rebels #swr #kanan jarrus #hera syndulla #kanera #the steve miller au #februfluff2024 #happy valentine's day!! #writing stories is a kind of magic too

[bardicbeetle]

sitd bsi (or maybe a proper snip I am still deciding) - take what you need

Hi, completely unedited and also suggestive content under-cut. Do I need to put it under cut, probably not it's very tame, am I mostly asexual and feel a tiny bit weird about tagging folks in something that even hints at sex? Yes. Will I get over it because I want to share it since early days Jesse and Daniel wreck me as a person and i'm a goddamn adult? Yeah.

So here have some consensual blood drinking that is totally definitely not immediately post anything else happening (lie), anyways this piece brought to you by Teeth from Aviators.

There is a singular line break indicating a POV change.

Enjoy <3

“You’re cold again,” Jesse is talking around things and he knows it, he cannot bring himself to fucking care right now. “you—”

“I’m fine. Just tired.” Jesse just shakes his head, pulls Daniel towards him and finds no resistance in the motion. Daniel follows, lets himself be tugged back into Jesse’s lap, forehead resting on his shoulder. “You’re insufferable.” There’s no bite to the words, no malice, Jesse can still see the ghost of a laugh in his expression when he looks down.

Daniel will push him back into the bed and they will fall asleep like this. He knows that.

Fuck it.

“You promised not to do this to yourself again,” Jesse says softly, fingers tracing lightly up Daniel’s back, scar to scar to scar. “I told you—I don’t mind—”

“Jesse,” It’s mumbled against his skin, “sleep.”

“Take it,” Jesse growls, fingers threading through Daniel’s hair and pulling him back enough to look in the eye. “I know you need it, drink.” It’s low and sharp, and his fingers dig into Daniel’s side as he speaks.

He is rewarded with the slow slipping shut of Daniel’s eyes, the barely audible fuck that comes before he lets Jesse guide him back. Lips to throat. Teeth to pulse.

He is also not awake enough to lie to himself and say that Daniel’s teeth in his neck isn’t doing things to him this time. He could lie last time—he almost died—this is different. He can feel every time Daniel pulls away, the sharp sting of air on an open wound—the heat of his breath and drag of his tongue just before teeth follow into another bite. Daniel is exhausted and starved, but not to the same point he was on the beach, this is controlled, this is—

—fuck.

The next time Daniel pulls back, Jesse feels blood starting to run down between them, warm and then cooling in the air against his skin. None of the bites ever bleed long. Someday he’ll bother asking why. Not right now. He drags Daniel up, back to his lips—the taste of his own blood should probably be a lot more unsettling and yet. He thinks maybe it’s offset by the sight. Eyes blue and then red and then back. Like Daniel is trying to keep something in. Keep a handle on it.

There is a small part of Jesse that wishes he wouldn’t.

Daniel laughs into the kiss, small and breathless and Jesse has the distinct feeling he has thought something too loudly again.

~*~

At some point or another, Daniel is going to regret this.

Not right now, mind.

Not while he’s got blood in his mouth and Jesse’s hands in his hair.

So Daniel gives in to it. Drowns himself a little in the endorphin rush that comes with Jesse’s blood right now. Drags teeth from his throat down his chest just for the shiver it elicits and the way Jesse drops his head back and moans.

This is unfair to one of them.

Maybe both of them.

It’s going to make tomorrow night a lot harder.

But for now he’s going to pretend that doesn’t matter. Take a goddamn break from thinking about how much of a mess this has all become and lose himself in the fact that Jesse touches him like he’s precious. There are nails digging into the flesh of his back and a hand wrapped up in his hair but both are controlled like Jesse is afraid of hurting him. Jesse pulls and guides him along and demands that Daniel take what he needs but it is all within an undercurrent that he won’t push too far.

It’s not that night on the beach again.

The promise goes both ways.

Daniel broke his half.

Jesse is holding his.

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#writeblr #writeblr community #vampire writeblr #amwriting #writers on tumblr #lsdente #sitdsnips #safe in the dark #sitd #face the finish line (final drafts) #character ref da #character ref ja #over the wall and into the light #welcome to: daniel is not going to kill jesse while at jesse's childhood home #but he WILL get fucked and then drink his blood #that is acceptable #he will also be antagonizing jesse's father in the morning #these are all things

[sam-loves-seb]

I’ve read your Several Sentences Sunday post an embarrassing number of times. I’m just that excited for the next chapter of I’m Not The Way I Was.

aw thanks so much, this is so sweet. i'm so glad you're excited about i'm not the way i was. i am too!

also gonna use this ask to say that unfortunately there will be no new chapter today :( there are a few parts i'm still playing with because i wanna get them right, and life's just been too chaotic lately to actually give ch 6 the time and attention it needs. i am hopeful that posting will resume in two weeks and we can get back to the regular update schedule. fingers crossed!

until then, i'm posting the first thousand-ish words of ch 6 under the cut to hopefully hold everyone over until then. (it's unedited and unbeta'd so all mistakes are my own.)

enjoy. xx

Ian wakes up in Lip’s dorm room. Again.

The alarm clock is blaring at full volume, and Lip kicks Ian in the shins until he’s conscious enough to reach over and shut it off.

“What fucking time is it?” Lip groans into his pillow.

“Eight-thirty.” Ian yawns.

“I don’t have class ‘til eleven,” Lip says as he pulls his pillow out from under his head and whacks Ian in the face with it.

Ian shoves him off. “Yeah, but I have work at nine.”

That’s part of the reason Ian was able to drag himself away from Mickey’s house last night. He took a cab back to CPU in the middle of the night after he got off Mickey’s block and realized he had to be up in six hours for work. He could’ve stayed at the house and taken the L back to campus in the morning, but he was so wired after his talk with Mickey last night that he used the cab ride to tire himself out.

Which ultimately wasn’t that successful because he spent most of the ride texting Mickey and planning their first date. He even called him as he walked across the green to Lip’s dorm and listened to Mickey’s raspy voice, half asleep and smiling on the other end of the line as they decided on a date and time.

Tonight. Seven o’clock.

“Next time you go to your boyfriend’s house, stay there ‘til the morning,” Lip teases, grabbing his hoodie from the floor and sliding it on over his bedhead.

Ian gave him the one-sentence-summary of his conversation with Mickey when his bleary-eyed brother opened the door for him at two-thirty last night. He did not, in any way, shape, or form, use the word boyfriend, but Lip doesn’t seem to care.

“Yeah yeah,” Ian says with a quiet smile, pulling on a fresh t-shirt he steals from Lip’s dresser. “Don’t worry, I’ll be out of your hair tonight.”

Lip reaches over and plucks at the eight-ball design on the front of the threadbare cotton shirt. “You staying at Mickey’s?”

“No,” Ian answers automatically, then pauses. His hands go still where they’re half buried in his backpack. “Well. I don’t know.”

Lip just raises his brows at him as he sits down in his desk chair.

“Is that a normal first date thing?” Ian asks, his brows pinched. “To sleep over?”

“Why are you asking me?” Lip asks, tapping out a cigarette from Ian’s pack.

“’cause you’ve done this shit before.”

Lip cracks the window and lights up. “Only one of us has dated Mickey Milkovich before, and it wasn’t me.”

Ian rolls his eyes. “Yeah, but…” He shakes his head. “You know, Mickey and I never went on dates.”

Lip pauses. “Seriously?”

“Yeah,” Ian says, shrugging. “And I wanna do this right. I don’t know what the… etiquette is.”

Lip takes a long drag and sort of tilts his head from side to side. “I doubt Mickey does either.”

Something about that settles the little ball of anxiety that was slowly starting to build in Ian’s chest. Because Lip’s right—neither of them know what the hell they’re doing with this shit.

Whether that’s good or bad remains to be seen, but at least it puts them on an even playing field.

“Look,” Lip says, leaning over and clapping Ian on the shoulder. “Just feel it out. If things are going well, maybe suggest it, see what he says.”

Ian nods. “Yeah.”

Lip squeezes his shoulder. “Just talk to him about it. Okay?” He leans back in his chair. “It’ll be fine.”

“Yeah.” Ian breathes out a long exhale. “Okay.”

The panicked nerves inside of him start to turn into an excited buzz after a minute. He’s definitely still nervous, but it doesn’t feel as heavy. Suddenly he desperately wants it to be seven o’clock, and he’s walking over to the Alibi to pick Mickey up for their date.

The fact that Ian has to work an eight-hour janitorial shift between now and then is criminal.

“You know I’m rooting for you,” Lip starts, “but in the off chance you don’t end up staying at Mickey’s house tonight—are you coming back here?”

“Nah,” Ian tells him, shaking his head. “Figured I’d stay at the house. Last night, and all that.”

“Oh, right,” Lip says. He blinks tiredly, a little dazed. “Forgot about that.”

Ian finishes packing his shit in his bag. “Bank’s coming to change the locks tomorrow.”

Lip taps his fingers against the edge of his desk. “I think I still have some shit in my room. Maybe tomorrow morning… I mean, I have work, but I can probably catch the L early and come home to get it before—”

“I already boxed it up,” Ian tells him, slinging his backpack over one shoulder. “I put it with my shit, so you can come get it whenever. Kev and V said we could move our stuff to their place until we figure out where we’re gonna go.”

Lip nods. “Thanks.”

“Yep.”

With a heavy sigh, Lip turns in his chair and opens one of his textbooks, flipping through the pages until he finds the folded sheet of notes he crammed in it yesterday.

“What are you doing?” Ian asks, tying his sneakers. “You said you don’t have class ‘til eleven. Go back to bed.”

“No, I gotta get this done,” Lip says, glancing at the clock. “I won’t have time to do it later, I have a… thing.”

Ian raises a brow. “A thing?”

“Yeah.”

When Lip doesn’t expand on it, Ian crosses his arms over his chest.

“You’re gonna be late.”

“Don’t care. What’s your thing?”

Lip sighs. “Alright,” he says, dropping his pencil. “You know that professor I told you about?”

“The one you’re sleeping with?”

Lip nods. “The school board kind of found out about it when this naked picture I took of her leaked online.”

“Jesus Christ, Lip,” Ian says, his mouth dropping open.

“I didn’t leak it,” Lip says, then shakes his head. “Long story—whatever. They know, and now I gotta go to this fucking hearing about it.”

Ian stares at him with worried eyes. “Are you gonna be okay?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“I don’t know. Can’t they kick you out for this?”

Lip considers it, then shrugs. “I don’t know.”

Ian blinks. “Shit.”

“Yeah.” Lip scrubs his hands over his face. “So now I’ve got that to worry about, and Helene’s career is under fire over something that shouldn’t have been anyone else’s business in the first place.”

Ian’s lips quirk up. “Helene?”

Lip kicks at his knee. “Shut up.”

“You’ve never told me her name before.”

“Yeah, well. That’s when I thought we could keep this whole thing on the down low.”

Ian hums in agreement.

“Anyway,” Lip says, running his finger over the corner of the page in his textbook. “I gotta read this.”

“Yeah, I gotta head out,” Ian says, standing up with his backpack on one shoulder still. “Good luck today.”

Lip waves halfheartedly. “You too.”

Ian makes a confused face as he walks backwards to the door.

Lip smiles. “With your date.”

“Right,” Ian says, and he can’t help but smile too.

“Give Mickey my love.”

“Yeah, I’ll get right on that.”

...more to come!

[ read from the chapter 1 on ao3 ]

#intwiw #no new chapter today loves my bad :( #i feel really bad about it but #sometimes live is just busy as fuck #anyway #here's a snippet #i'm not the way i was #ask sam

[l0vergirlwrites]

come over ; peter parker

warnings: sweet angst & fluff post no way home (btw i didn't really edit this, don't judge)

also, listen to "pistol" by cigarettes after sex while reading <3

it was cold, considering it was the start of december. snow continued to fall from the sky at a steady pace, adding to the snow-covered streets & buildings upon where spiderman sat. peter dangled his feet off the edge of the building, gloved hands resting in his lap as he peered out onto the busy streets. "last christmas" by wham mixed in with "all i want for christmas" by mariah carrey blasted from the shops below, families eagerly trekking up & down the sidewalks with gifts & winter attire.

peter sat alone with that familiar ache in his chest. he couldn't suppress it any longer. it overtook him, making him feel both heavy like a brick & as light as the wind. heartstrings likely snapped as he caught the figures of his former friends below, faces full of smiles as they headed to mj's work.

he was happy his old friends were safe, but it was still bittersweet. more bitter though.

moving away from the ledge of the building, he dusted off the snow that gathered on him, ignoring his cuts & bruises that made him wince, & he swung to his apartment window to sit on the fire escape. while his head rested against the rusted metal, feet moving back & forth to pass the time, he waited for you--the only person he has left-- to call.

he soon heard the sweet bluebird tweeting from his phone, the ringtone he picked for you, & felt a bit of tension ease from his muscles. swiping right on the call, he put the phone up to his right ear & lifted his mask to be just under his nose.

"hey, i just got in" your voice told him, sounding soft like sleep due to the yawn you let out.

"you sound tired" he noted, looking up to see if he could catch a glance of your apartment window, only to see a bit of light seep through the curtains a few windows above.

"i can say the same thing about you. so, come over" you insisted as you plopped onto your couch, letting out the smallest sigh as the cushions enveloped you after a long day of studying.

"i really miss you & i don't know what else to do..." you admitted, hoping that'd be an incentive.

feeling his chest grow a little lighter now, the ache going away, peter gave in. he didn't like being alone anyways.

"give me five minutes?".

he could almost feel your smile beaming from the phone "see you then, peter".

ending the call off with a smile, you reluctantly rose from the couch to pull out some cleaning supplies from your bathroom, knowing that he'd likely have a few things he'd refused to patch up, so you'd do it for him.

taking a quick shower to get off any sweat & body odour, peter closed his eyes as the water pelted his skin. he grew tired of looking at all his scars, so he learned to do his routine blindly. once his body smelt of an aloe body wash he bought a few days ago & his hair was freshly clean, peter didn't bother to look at his reflection as he threw on a pair of sweatpants & a hoodie, locking his door to make his way to your apartment. lightly knocking on your door, peter could hear a few pill bottles rattling & a kettle going off, making him furrow a brow as he listened in.

but once you opened the door, his senses tuned out & he felt somewhat normal again. your warmth pulled him in, & he held you close, even though his bruised ribs weren't fond of your body's pressure; but he didn't care. his eyes closed & his arms held you tight. the comfort of your body against his felt nice.

"i missed you" you mumbled into his shoulder, smelling the aloe on the skin of his neck, which was littered with some light bruises. pulling away to get a better look at him, your hands scaled his skin before resting on his slightly hollowed cheeks as you inspected an old cut that was healing quite well.

"i'm okay, you don't have to clean me up tonight" peter whispered, knowing you worried too much cared for him.

you looked into his eyes & gave a knowing a look, a look that said "i don't completely believe you".

"okay, just checking" rubbing your thumbs along his soft skin, his hands did the same to your waist before you pulled him inside, locking the door & heading for the couch.

as he got comfortable on the cushions, you nudged his knee to look at you pointing at the tea & pain pills on the small coffee table. looking back at you with a "really, i'm okay" look, you nudged him again, urging him to take them. smiling happily when he took a few sips of hibiscus tea & the two pain pills, peter nudged you this time, a small smile forming on his lips.

"thank you" he said, his eyes twinkling at yours in the dim light of your apartment, feeling your hand slowly reach out to hold his, waiting for him to accept your touch even though you were pressed into his side.

"you're always welcome" you smiled back, heart fluttering when he rested his head against your shoulder.

comfortable silence overtook you both for a while. peter was enjoying your presence, your touch--just being there with you seemed to somewhat cure of him.

resting your head on top of his, your left arm taking a hold of his left upper arm, you asked him "do you want to talk?"

the question made him shift to peer up at you, his tired face looking at your slightly concerned one, & he tightened his lips.

but you squeezed his hand again, "no pressure, okay?" you nodded to him, just letting the option be out there because you knew he needed it.

with his eyes faltering a little, peter became conflicted. "i don't want to burden you" his hesitant voice said.

"it won't burden me, spider boy" you squeezed his hand again.

putting his head back on your shoulder, peter squeezed your hand three times, a sign that he'll talk. he quietly updated you on everything you've missed for the last few days: seeing happy again at may's grave, his old friends continuing their lives during their christmas break from MIT, the loneliness that continued to creep at him--he slowly broke through his hesitation & took off the things that made him grow hollow.

as he spoke, peter took notice of your heartbeat, your hand in his & how they both grew with empathy as he went on.

"... i-i just feel a little lost" he ended his vent, sighing deeply & shutting his eyes as the emotions he keeps trying to hide break through the surface.

you stayed silent for a minute or so while you gathered your thoughts, rubbing his arm with your left hand & rubbing his knuckles with the other.

"peter, you know you don't have to be strong right now, right?".

unsure of what you meant, peter moved his head to the the couch pillow behind him & looked at you, trying to read you.

"i-i, i-i don't know what you mean by that" he didn't understand.

biting the inside of your cheek, you tried explaining it. "you've been through so much in these last few months-- hell i could even say these last few years-- but throughout everything, you've been so strong haven't you?" you asked him, seeing him nod his head.

"i had to be" he added, to which you agreed.

"right. so you haven't had much time, until now, to process everything & take your time with it, right?" he nodded again, slowly seeing what you were getting at.

moving your hand up to his cheek again, you sighed at him, looking so fragile & precious, so vulnerable.

"you don't have to put up a front or ignore what you're feeling, even in front of me" your sincere voice told him like a vice, coaxing him out of his old isolating habits.

"it's okay to not be strong all the time".

in response, peter just nodded his head & felt his eyes begin to water, feeling more & more comfortable to be in this state with you.

"c'mere, it's okay," you cooed at him, letting him rest in the safety of your chest, hugging him as he held onto you tight. "i'm here for you" you told him quietly, lips pressed against the top of his head.

peter hasn't felt so cared for in so long after it being an official year since his old life came to a stop. you reminded him whats its like though--his light through the fog, through the tears & the endless nights where he didn't feel worth it, where he wished his dark thoughts would just consume him to the point of no return--you, the girl he met on the roof while stitching himself up, helped him through it one by one.

retreating from your chest, peter rested his forehead on yours as your hands ran through his hair, the act so domestic; so normal. his teary eyes closed as he breathed you in, the hollowness in his chest was there, but it wasn't so bad this time.

"it's been on my mind for so long... i've been meaning to properly thank you but--".

sadly smiling, you almost paused him but he shook his head, his nose bumping yours a little.

"i need to tell you how much you mean to me, 'cause you're all i got. i wait for your calls every night. i feel normal when i'm with you, i feel okay & i don't get to feel that much anymore... i-i..." opening his eyes to look at you, he genuinely smiled with so much ease where he looked almost like his old pictures from his homecoming he once showed you.

"i wasn't sure i'd get another chance at this..." he hinted, throat becoming dry due to his nerves.

"what is it?' you asked, even though you knew. you needed him to say it.

"love. i didn't know i'd get another chance at love" peter finally confessed, squeezing your hand in hopes you felt it too.

he was still hurt. he knew he still needed time to heal. but, he loved you & you need to know it.

with teary eyes, you lifted his hand to your heart which was beating loudly against your chest, & you both chuckled. tapping his hand to make him open his eyes, peter looked at you with an adoring gaze, immediately knowing you felt the same.

"i love you too, peter" those five words sounded like heaven to his ears.

they became his favourite.

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[necros-writing-stuff]

I'm still a big fan of killer dare- I wanna know what happens when he's 'working' what's his process?? Is he clean or like bloody the whole time? Is he careful methodical? Or is every kill random?

(I was gonna ask for head cannon format but Dare is littraly yours)

I love your stuff as always!!!

~🩷

Ooooo okay time to get graphic. I'll put it under the cut, look at your own risk (and also behold the evidence of me consuming too much true crime from a very young age).

How he kills:

Darius is a big big fan of strangulation. With his hands or with a rope/wire/length of something depends on the one he's taking out.

Reason being the lack of blood to clean up. He's a strong man, he can take most people out this way. It's also very personal. He can whisper insults in their ear while they're dying.

However, when it looks like there will be a struggle he might not win with his fists alone, Dare likes a good ole hammer to the skull.

Very very conscious about evidence. When he kills and while he stalks. Super vigilant about cameras, always leaves his phone at home when doing his little hobby. Never picks someone he knows personally or even tangentially. Has to be a total stranger. Always comes with gloves and something to keep his hair tucked away in, and something obscuring his face.

No aftershave while he kills, no branded shoes or clothes. Just as blank and inconspicuous as possible. Tends to kill at night, but not always if a better opportunity presents itself.

Victims:

Still undecided here. It depends on the story.

Victim type 1: police. From his sense of jealousy and jadedness that he lost his job because he stood up for a victim by pummelling his boss. Like the pig joke so he'll cut off their noses and make them more snout-like. Male officers get their junk cut off too.

Victim type 2: pale women with long red hair. Because Molly left and took the cat and he's a bitch about it even though it was his fault. He does not do anything sexual here, it's just rage. Post-mortem he'll often brutalise their faces.

Victim type 3: someone got too close to you and Dare can't have that. He's nearly got you in his clutches and this ass thinks they can swoop in and take you right from under him. Nuh-uh. Type 3 can happen at the same time as the other two. He's quickest with these, but also sloppiest, because they're the most emotional ones for him.

He chooses victims based on a variety of things very similar to how he chooses a spouse tbh.

Are they lonely? How long will it take for people to notice they're gone? Will anyone notice? Where do they they? Who do they live with? Do they go out alone?

He stalks them appropriately each time to find the best window.

Different from choosing a spouse though, victims will have a quality that pisses him off enough to get his attention. It won't just be that they're a red head or an officer. It's a bitchy red head screaming at a tired service worker, it's an officer stopping a drunk person for a stop and search just to cop a feel.

Dare feels justified in what he's doing. One less asshole on the earth to bother everyone else.

Disposal process:

Takes the body to his work site. Chucks them down a hole that's going to be filled with cement, secure in the knowledge they be buried under a fucking skyscraper soon enough.

No construction of that kind going on? Freezes the body (liquid nitrogen), and uses a saw in the warehouse to cut up the body into itty bitty pieces. A lot less blood due to the frozen state. Then he'll take it with him and burn it on his next hunt, ensuring to smash up the teeth and jaw and scatter them far from each other.

For the type 3 though... he's liable to strangle them and then just leave them in the spot he killed them. He wants you to know he's killing people for you. He wants you to see that he sees you. They're his love notes.

Where you come in:

He won't take you to kill with him, but he'll take you hunting and show you the cut up body before he burns it. He'll make sure you don't look away. And when you recognise who it is, he'll gloat about how he can do this for you - just kill someone you hated and probably wanted dead anyway. So thank him. He'll have a blowie now please and thank you.

If he thinks it's the only way to make you stay as his, he'll somehow have you kill someone and hold it over your head. Probably by kidnapping someone and saying he's bored of you and thinks this person might be a good replacement - unless you can prove yourself interesting again by killing them before they can kill you.

You're his lovely little house spouse (again though, this is Dare, he'll call you wife no matter your gender identity), who's gonna wear skirts and make his food, massage his back, bounce on his cock and kiss his palms despite knowing they'd been squeezing the life out of someone a couple of hours prior.

But if Dare ever does actually get caught? He won't pin anything on you. Not even if he made you kill someone. He can't do it. He can spend the rest of his life in jail, you can't. Especially if you had a kid together.

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