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7s3ven · 3 months

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can you please do poseidon/reader and she finds out luke is the lightning thief?

THE GRUDGE. luke (pjo)

( master list )

IN WHICH… Y/N L/N can’t forgive Luke for his crimes despite loving him more than she loves herself.

“I know in my heart hurt people, hurt people. And we both drew blood, but, man, those cuts were never equal.”

Warnings : spoilers, small angst (in my opinion lol. I’m more sensitive to family/friendship angst, not relationship angst), short(ish) oneshot

A/N : to any other writers, do you ever act out the situations you’re writing so you can write a better descriptions of reactions and then you realise that you’re actually a good actor?

Because I literally just acted out Y/N’s reaction and either I’m great at fake crying (which has been a talent of mine) … or my heart-wrenching sobs were real 😨. Also, the song one of us from the Lion King suits Luke perfectly.

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The life of a half-blood wasn’t easy, especially not when you were a forbidden child. Y/N flipped through her fashion magazine, aimlessly swinging her legs as she lay on her front. “Y/N.” Luke called out, pushing the creaky door open. She lifted her head, staring at him curiously.

“Hey, Luke.” She smiled at him, clasping her hands together. He grinned back, slowly walking over to her side.

“You feeling okay?” He asked, placing a heavy hand on her shoulder. With Percy, her half-brother gone, she was alone in her cabin. Again.

Y/N gazed at him through her lashes. “Yeah. I’m good. I’m fine.” She whispered, reaching out to grasp his wrist. Luke bit the inside of his cheek.

“I have your phone.” Luke uttered, handing Y/N her device. Phones weren’t allowed in camp but Luke found a way around that, much to Y/N’s happiness. She had spent far too long in the mortal world to give up scrolling through social media.

“Thanks, love.” Her pink-tinted lips curved into a soft smile. “You have no idea how much I need this now that Percy is gone on his quest. It’s so lonely here.”

Y/N always hated being in her own company. Her cabin got messy and she never had the motivation to clean it. She was thankful for Luke because he always helped her with the mundane task that should have been easy, but not for her.

“No problem, princess.” Luke lightly kissed her forehead while she laughed. “I can’t wait until Percy is back because I have a feeling that things are about to change.” Nothing good lasts for long. Y/N, more than anyone, knew that. She stalked through the thick vegetation, harbouring a heavy sword. She had heard rumours of Luke… and she needed to confirm it for herself, even if it meant endangering her safety.

“Luke.” She called out, her voice shaking. She didn’t want to believe the rumours but Luke was unpredictable. Ever since returning from his quest, he hadn’t been the same.

Y/N had been at Camp Half-Blood for longer than most and she had seen demigods come and go, desperately searching for glory but never finding enough of it.

“Luke.” She said again, repeating it like it was a mantra that would save him from the terrible fate he had chosen. She dragged her sword against the ground, her eyes scanning for the slightest bit of movement amongst the trees.

She sighed, thinking of returning to camp before she spotted a flicker of orange. "Luke?" She whispered, but he still heard her. She stepped towards him, breathing heavily.

"Luke... what... is it true? Did you..." Y/N couldn't find the right words. "What did you do, Luke?" She asked, grabbing him by the front of his shirt when she noticed how he avoided her gaze and how his eyes looked so guilty. "What did you do?!"

"I did what I had to, Y/N. The gods... they don't care about us." Luke stiffened as Y/N glowered at him, her eyes filled with so much rage and hate and sadness and everything in between.

"You're wrong, Luke!" She exclaimed, harshly shaking him.

"I'm not like you, Y/N! My father doesn't care about me. Yours might give a shit about you but that doesn't apply to anyone! Look around you. Poseidon ignored Percy for years while nurturing you. My father abandoned my mother and I when he could have helped us. Ares hates Clarisse for being a girl and forces her to train harder until she collapses. They try so hard to find every little flaw in us that they ignore what we've done for them."

"But why this, Luke? Why betray us? Me! You betrayed me, Luke! And all your friends and family! Hermes may not give a shit about you, but I do! I have loved you since we first met, Luke! I fucking love you and you betrayed me!" Y/N slammed her fists against his chest, screaming until tears welled up in her eyes. "What did you do to Percy?" She muttered, her voice barely even a whisper. "Tell me. Tell me now and I might spare you! Please… please.” She hiccuped, her hits growing weaker.

Luke wheezed as Y/N gripped his throat for a split second. "He'll be fine... he only got stung."

"I hate you." Y/N seethed, rage engulfing her soft heart until it spilled out and poisoned her body with its toxins. "I hate you. I hate you. I hate you! Gods, I hate you, Luke! Fuck you! Fuck… you!” She screamed, the sound echoing around the empty trees.

But she still couldn't bring herself to stab him. "Get out of here, Luke. Go! Leave! I never want to see your face again!" Y/N's voice shook as she shoved Luke away from her.

Heart-wrenching sobs slipped past her lips as she pointed an accusing finger at Luke. "The gods have fucked up, Luke, but you are no different. Maybe you had the right idea at first... but you went with it the wrong way. And it cost you everything. Don't go near Percy again. Don’t you dare touch him ever again! You don’t deserve his kindness! Don't even look at him because I promise you, if you do, I will drive a stake through your heart!” Y/N's confident voice faltered for a moment. She shakily inhaled. "I hope you're happy with yourself." That fated day still haunted Y/N's mind. She often had nightmares about it, where things turned out different had she stabbed Luke. She always woke up with a loud gasp, covered in a light layer of sweat.

On her nightside table, her phone rang. She hadn't been using it much since Luke left. She slowly reached for it. Nobody had her phone number except her close friend, who lived in Tokyo, her cousin, and... Luke.

Her heart was beating unusually fast as she shakily turned the device over to peer at the screen. Her stomach churned and she dropped her phone in horror. Percy was in the infirmary, still recovering from the pit scorpion attack. She was somewhat thankful for that.

She let the phone ring, letting out a sigh of relief when it finally stopped. But it started again, and again. Until on the third ring, she finally clicked the green button.

She didn't say anything, flinching at the sound of Luke's voice. "Y/N? Y/N. Thank goodness you picked up! I knew you weren't going to answer my iris message so I was hoping your phone was working."

Y/N cut Luke off from his ranting. "Luke... don't call me again."

"Wait, Y/N. Please listen to me. I love"-

She hung up before he could finish. She stared at her phone, gripping it tightly. With a guttural scream, she threw it across the room. It landed safely on Percy's bed and a part of her was glad that it did. It was one of the only things she had left from Luke.

She didn't know if she could ever forgive Luke for betraying her trust. And the worst thing was that she still loved him from the bottom of her heart. "You good?" Y/N quietly walked towards Percy, helping him sit up. He groaned.

"Yeah. I'm sorry about Luke... I know how much he meant to you." Percy's eyes softened as he stared at Y/N, intertwining his fingers with hers.

"He, uh... tried calling me last night." Y/N pressed her lips into a thin line.

Percy tilted his head to the side. "So what'd you do?"

"I ignored him until the third time... then I hung up after I told him to stop contacting me."

"You don't have to be so tough all the time, Y/N." Percy uttered, pulling her into a tight hug. His arms wrapped around her waste and she sighed.

"I really want to scream, Percy. I just... can't believe he could do that so easily. I mean, leave us... leave me. I'm trying not to care and I'm trying to say I'm fine but I can't let it go." Tears welled up again, dripping down the red apples of her cheeks.

Y/N would be lying if she said she hadn’t tried to figure out why Luke did what he did. She tried to piece everything together but it only hurt her head and heart to think.

After ensuring Percy was comfortable, she stepped outside. The camp was in utter chaos after Luke’s betrayal and they were trying to find more spies amongst them. Most people suspected Y/N because she ran into the woods to confront Luke and she was closely associated with him, which didn’t help. But she loved her friends and she could never leave them as Luke had.

She wandered into a small clearing, dipping her hand into a cold river nearby to calm herself. She didn’t even notice someone was watching her from behind until they cleared their throat.

With a panicked gasp, Y/N looked over her shoulder. She was expecting a fellow camper, maybe even Luke, but not Hermes in all his glory. The pair stared at each other for a minute before Hermes finally broke the awkward silence.

“You’re Y/N, right?” He hesitatingly pointed at her, worried he had the wrong girl.

She nodded.

“I know I’m probably the last person you want to see after Luke left.” Hermes started off, sheepishly scratching the back of his neck.

“Luke is the last person I want to see.” Y/N retorted, “You’re second on that list.”

“He really did like you, you know."

“It wasn’t enough apparently.” Y/N shrugged, already accepting that she could tear Luke from his fate, “Maybe I deserved the betrayal… but not from Luke. He practically made me into the person I am. I guess he wanted to see how high he could build me before I fell. He had everything yet he still wanted more.”

“He cared about you. Dare I say, Y/N, he love”-

She cut him off just as she had cut Luke off. “Don’t say he loved me because if he did then he wouldn’t have done this! He… he wouldn’t have done all this!” Y/N choked on her words as she bit back a sob.

“He still loves you. Not loved. Not past-tense. Never past-tense. I’ve seen him, you know. He misses you and for a while, he tried to contact you in every way he could just so he could hear your voice. Even if you were screaming at him. I know that in another life, he wishes he didn’t have to leave you behind.”

“There shouldn’t be another life!” Y/N exclaimed. Getting angry at a god was dangerous but she was so frustrated and angry and hurt. Hermes didn’t seem to mind. He nodded his head, understanding her emotions. “Don’t you get it? You also have to take the blame. You’re part of the reason why he betrayed us!”

“He’ll forgive me eventually.”

Y/N shook her head. “No. You and every other deity thinks that your neglected child will forgive you but they might not. They might forgive but they will never forget. If I can’t even forgive the boy I love with all my heart, how do you think Luke will ever forgive you?” She furrowed her eyebrows.

“Forgiveness takes strength." Hermes whispered, barely loud enough for Y/N to hear. "Luke is much stronger than I originally thought and you, the mighty daughter of the sea god himself, are too.”

“Yeah, well,” Y/N shrugged as she stood up, brushing the dirty off her pants. “I don’t think I’m quite there yet.”

“It takes time.” Hermes said, “Meanwhile, I would suggest answering that.” He pointed at her phone that was ringing in her hand. Y/N didn’t even notice with how distracted she was.

She briefly looked down at the screen and raised her head again, her lips parting when Hermes was nowhere to be seen.

She hesitatingly pressed the accept button and raised her phone to her ear. She heard him quietly gasp, surprised she even answered again. “Luke… hi.”

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xxbimbobunnyxx · 6 months

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You’ll Never Be A Burden

(Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader)

Summary: When you can’t get out of bed, answer your phone, or shake the feeling of hopelessness your boyfriend is there to reassure you that he will always be there for you no matter what. WK: 1.6k moodboard

Warnings: Talk of mental illness, depression, feeling unloved/unworthy of love, not being able to get out of bed, insomnia, food mention, hurt/comfort, Eddie being the sweetest sweetie. Just all around this is centered around mental illness and how it feels to be too depressed to get out of bed. Please let me know if I missed any. Also I wrote this in one sitting so there’s probably typos. 18+MDNI

A/N: I don’t specifically mention a certain mental illness but for me this is how it feels when I’m having a BPD episode. So for me this symbolizes borderline depression but it can apply to any type of depression or mental low. I’ve been really going through it lately, so I just harnessed how I feel into writing this and it was very therapeutic. I wish Eddie could come hold me.

You weren’t sure how long you’ve been laying in bed in between awake and asleep at this point. A few hours? A day? Two? All you know is that the clock on your nightstand reads 2:48AM and you have been trying to force your brain to shut off since it read 8PM. You tried everything to calm the war raging inside your mind. You took so many deep breaths at this point you lost count, you pulled all the blankets over your head and tightened your body into the smallest ball you possibly could, you rocked back and forth while you repeated your mantra of “you’re okay” to yourself over and over again. But no matter what you did you couldn’t stop the negative thoughts from swimming around inside you.

You hated when you got like this. Overcome by this feeling of hopelessness. The feeling of shame. Loneliness. Not being able to shake the feeling as if you’re a burden to everyone around you. So you isolate yourself. Not wanting to drag anyone down with your negativity, not wanting to lash out at the people who are just trying to help you, not being able to bear the feeling of being alone in a room full of people.

Your friends had all texted and called you, social media notifications and voicemails piling up. Not even being able to muster up the energy to pick up the phone and respond to the one person you knew would make you feel better. So instead you thought of him. The way his beautiful eyes lit up when a smile spread across his lips. The way it felt to have his arms around you, his smell, his soothing voice. It’s what kept you going on days like this. Him.

Yet you couldn’t bring yourself to pick up the phone. To ask him to come hold you. You were embarrassed, embarrassed of the disaster your house has become, embarrassed of your unbrushed teeth and messy hair, the pajama pants that felt like they were stuck to your body. You didn’t want him to see you like this. He’s only ever seen you like this once, and he was amazing, perfect even. But to this day you beat yourself up over those days he took care of you, washed you, held you while you sobbed, read to you in exaggerated voices until you dozed off with your head in his lap and his fingers in your hair.

You know he wouldn’t mind, that he was happy to help you, be there for you. But you were so scared of him seeing you differently and changing his mind about you. You were terrified that if he saw the real you, truly, that he would leave. You’d become too much, too little, never the right amount, just like you always did.

That’s why when you heard a knock on your door your heart race picked up, you felt your skin flush, because you knew it was him. You knew he’d come, you knew he’d be worried and you can’t decide if worrying him to the point that he showed up at your door or just texting him back was worse. You heard him knock lightly on the door a few more times before you heard the key you had given him turning the lock.

“Baby? Are you here? I just came to check on you… haven’t heard from you since yesterday morning and I was starting to worry.”

His voice became louder as he talked, his footsteps padding down the hall to your bedroom door. Your head was still shoved under your blankets so you didn’t see him but you heard the knob turn and the door swing open.

“Sweetheart…”

Eddie’s heart nearly shattered when he opened your bedroom door. Your room was trashed, the black out curtains drawn blocking out the moonlight, and even your fairy lights you always had on, even in the night, were shut off. He couldn’t see you, but he could see the outline of you and hear your breathing. He walks over to your bed and sits on the side next to the lump of blankets you’ve buried yourself in. His hand comes up and runs along your side and it causes you to jump.

“Baby… please let me help you? Let me take care of you. I know you’re scared of being a burden but you’re never a burden to me.” He continued to run his hand up and down your body, the feeling already causing your body to subconsciously relax just the tiniest bit. “Can you come out? Please? I wanna see my girl.”

“I look horrible Eddie… I don’t want you to see me like this.” You pull the blanket tighter against you, shutting him out no matter how loud your body screamed at you to just throw yourself into his arms.

“I’ve seen you wasted, vomiting your guts out in Harrington’s bathtub, it can’t be much worse than that baby. Come oooonnnnn pleeeseee. I’m not above begging.”

He chuckles, his hand squeezing your hip lightly before it resumes caressing you. You sigh, pulling the blanket back just enough to peak your eyes out and him and your heart swells. He’s so beautiful, just the sight of him made butterflies erupt in your stomach. Just being near him made you feel just a little bit more alive. He pushes the blanket the rest of the way off your head, smoothing your hair out of your face.

“There’s my beautiful girl. Hi baby.”

He cups your face in his hand, running his thumb along your sweaty cheek, not caring if you think you look awful, you’re always gorgeous to him. Even like this. Especially like this. Raw and real. He wants you to feel safe with him when you’re in this low place. He wants to sink down to your level and pull you back up with his hand in yours. Eddie would do anything for you. He knows that scares you, he knows you want to believe him but it’s hard to fight the feeling that he’s going to abandon you. But he will do whatever it takes to prove you wrong. To prove that he isn’t like everyone else. To prove that he will stay.

“Hi.” Your voice comes out a scratchy and whiney and it makes you even more embarrassed than you already are. “I’m sorry.”

“For what? You have nothing to be sorry for sweetheart. I’m here for you, always. I brought your favorite snacks, bubbles, and your favorite teddy bear, me. Come here, let me hold you.”

He pushes the blanket back further and you shiver when the cool air of your room hits your body. He holds his arms out to you and your whole body tingles. He’s here for you. He wants to be here for you, and even though that terrifies you, the soft look on his face makes you feel safe. He makes you feel safe. You push yourself up and he grabs you by the forearms pulling you into his lap and cradling you like a small child.

As soon as his arms are around you the floodgates open, sobs leaving your entire body shaking while your tears soak Eddie’s t-shirt. He doesn’t say anything for a while, just holds you while you cry, running his hands through your tangled hair, caressing your skin under your oversized shirt, kissing on your tear stained cheeks. After a while your sobs turn to small cries before they finally stop.

“It’s okay baby girl, you’re okay. I’m here for you, okay? Let me run us a nice bath, afterwards you can eat something, only if you want, if not that’s okay, I just want you to drink some water for me okay?”

“Okay Eddie… thank you, I-“

“Shh, you don’t have to thank me and you don't need to apologize, I’m your boyfriend and I love you, let me be here for you.” He smiles sweetly at you, rubbing the remaining tears from your cheeks and gathering you in his arms.

Eddie spends the night making good on his promises. He pampers you in the bath, washing you and brushing your hair, even putting lotion on your skin afterwards. He puts your comfort movie on tv in the living room so you can lay on the couch while he makes your safe meal. He doesn’t push you to talk, he knows you will when you’re ready. He holds you and tells you he loves you while he makes commentary on your favorite movie. When you finally start to feel sleep creeping up on you he ushers you back to your bed, the sheets now changed because he insisted it wasn’t a big deal. He holds you tight, and kisses you over and over again. He even gets you to giggle and pulls a genuine smile out of you a few times.

As you lay there in the love of your life’s arms you feel less hopeless. You feel less alone. You feel your body start to warm inside from the tips of your toes all the way to your nose as he places a gentle kiss on it. You feel safe. You regret not calling him sooner but the fact that he came without you even asking makes it even more special to you. Your mind can tell you he doesn’t care all it wants, because he’s always there to tell you he does.

“I love you angel, get some rest, okay? I’ll be here when you wake up. I’ll always be here.”

“I love you Eddie. I know you told me not to thank you, but thank you, for being here for me. For being you.” You nuzzle your face into his neck, placing a gentle kiss there before you doze off into a peaceful sleep. In the arms of someone you know loves you.

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yawnderu · 8 months

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Stray - Chapter I

Chapter II

—Oh, mother...

Bruised knees sunk slowly into the worn-down mattress, making sure to not wake up the sleeping woman. The moon shined through the old, tainted windows, giving the knife in her hand an almost demonic glow.

—Can't say it was a pleasure.

In a swift movement, the knife was plunged into the neck of the sleeping woman, dragging it across in a messy line, making eye contact with the now wide-open eyes of her own mother. As fast as it all went down, it ended. A smile painted across her young face, seeing the life fade away from the same eyes that used to look down on her.

She woke up in a cold sweat, gasping and grabbing for anything she could find on her nightstand, feeling around until she found it- a small bottle of pills. With trembling hands, she took one, two, three pills, counting them multiple times as well as she could in her frantic state. She put them in her mouth, trying her best to swallow them with her limited saliva only.

As she starts to look around her room, panic starts slow down. I'm safe. I'm in a military base, protected by a bunch of people with guns. No one can ever break in. I'm okay. I'll be okay.

She reassures herself, repeating it over and over again in her head like it's a mantra, carving it out in her brain with as much care as possible. She turns on the light on her bedside table, grabbing the knife she keeps under her pillow as well as her phone. Shaky hands struggle to turn the flashlight on, quickly jumping out of bed and crouching down as she shines the light under the bed, knife ready in her other. Nothing. It's okay, I'm okay.

Her breathing slowly calms down, heartbeat not pulsing in her throat anymore as she checks the locks of her quarters a few times, making sure everything is locked before making her way to the bathroom, where the shower curtains are always kept open. It's okay, I'm okay.

With everything checked, she goes back to bed, looking underneath one more time. Nothing, still. She sighs as she sits in bed, holding her head on her hands, the cold sweat making her feel sticky and disgusting. She tries to ignore it and go to bed, but at some point, she can feel herself sticking to the bed, thin sheets clinging to her skin.

''Fucking hell.''

She sighs as she stands up, knife on a secret part she personally added to her pajama pants as she leaves her room, making sure the door is locked a few times before leaving to the communal area. The lights are on, surprisingly. She opens the door and almost decided to go back until she realized she wouldn't be able to sleep at all without a warm drink.

''Ghost.''

She says, trying her best to sound as calm as possible, still not fully relaxed from the time she woke up, and the man with the skull mask making it even worse for her.

''Stray.''

You could sense a hint of annoyance in his voice. They have been on each other's throats ever since she joined the 141, with him thinking she was not ready to be a part of their missions. She had proved him wrong multiple times, yet he was way too stubborn to let go of it and apologize. She wasn't innocent either, taking every single chance she took to brag about the cool things she did better than Ghost. Dropped a sniper first? Brag. Threw a knife to a man who was going to shoot them down? Brag. Sniped someone down before him? Brag.

She walked past him, setting the tea kettle to prepare a warm drink. She simply stared at the sink as the water was warming up, feeling his stare on her the entire time. She didn't want him to see her like this, all weak and pathetic, as she says.

''Want some tea?'' She asked softly, her voice slightly shaky and she still didn't dare look at him.

''No.''

He replied shortly- clearly not interested in engaging in conversation with her. She nodded her head, grabbing a singular mug and a bag of chamomile tea from the counter. Her shaky hands struggled to pour the water in the cup, trying her best to be as accurate as possible to not make a mess and embarrass herself even further.

As she finished making her tea, her shaky hands grabbed at the mug and sat on the table, as far away from him as possible. It was too much- his piercing gaze on her, the nightmares, the way her clothes felt like clothes at that moment, everything. She was zoning out until she felt a burning pain on her hand-having spilled a little bit all over it. She hissed softly as she looked down at her hand, quietly examining the damage and hoping he didn't see her mess up.

''Bad night?''

It was the first time ever he asked her a question unrelated to work, besides an "are you fuckin' daft?" whenever she did something stupid and his piercing gaze was there to see it. She simply nodded her head, still not daring to look at him as tears were staring to pool under her eyes and her leg started to shake.

''Why do you hate me?''

She asked in the gentlest voice he's ever heard from her. It's usually screams to him, bragging about things she did, and annoying teasing. Nothing is ever good coming from her, at least from her voice. Simon knew she was a damn good soldier but would simply never admit it. He stared at her small frame for a few seconds, thinking about the right thing to say, knowing she was vulnerable. He couldn't find anything.

''I don't.''

And it wasn't a lie. Simon didn't hate her- he didn't like her, either, but he didn't hate her. Besides her annoying behavior, she had never done much to make him hate her. Cold eyes stared down at her as he got up, walking over to her slowly before crouching down to her height, examining the burn before sighing softly.

''Get up. We're goin' to put some cold water on it.''

There was no hint of annoyance in his voice, no... nothing, really. His voice was calm as he spoke as he guided her to the sink, putting her hand under the cold water, relieving her physical pain. The warm bare hand holding hers relieved a little bit of the psychological one.

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mamadovie · 3 months

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I left a rq on your old blog and idk if it was in your drafts or not so I'm just gonna send it again lol

[I think I left a request about Vilkas with an S/O who finds comfort in his heartbeat or something like that but I just realized you write for Kaidan and I wanted to know if I could switch it from Vilkas to Kaidan lol]

𐙚 . . . KAIDAN.

A N: Hi, lovebug! I do remember this request, I'm pretty sure you asked for a werewolf reader x non-werewolf Vilkas. But yes, I shall write this about Kaidan instead with a werewolf reader. As usual, gender neutral reader.

A B O U T: After a long and hard day, all you want to do is listen to Kaidan's heartbeat.

W A R N I N G S: None. Just Kaidan being beautiful!

Kaidan doesn't know about this little fun fact about you. He just thinks that it's your favourite position to cuddle in — with your head on his chest. He thinks it's about warmth and general comfort.

He loves to cuddle, he loves to feel close to you, and due to his height, more times than not, your ear will be placed around that region anyway, so as a werewolf with a love for the sound of his heartbeat, that's great.

If you're a vampire, you're... Well... Fucked.

If it's something you wouldn't tell him, maybe due to embarrassment of sorts, he'd probably never know.

The furs scattered the bed in a messy formation of multicoloured mountains that encase the limbs underneath — yours and Kaidan's. His big hands, scarred and loved, traced circles on your body, silently drawing the letters to both of your names like a prayer. How much this man loved you, only the Gods knew the fullest extent. Even Mara blushed at his thoughts towards you.

You noticed his heart would pick up in pace every so often, always as you would move your hands. To play with his hair. Trace his features. Line the markings on his skin. Where you kiss that place on his collarbone. You smiled against his skin as your fingertips absorbed the pace of his heart, how warm your stomach felt as his breathing slowed into a lullaby of deep breaths and tiny sighs. But as always, his heart still skipped a beat as your fingers curled his inky hair lazily.

Moments like those reminded you both what it meant to be alive. To have a heartbeat. To know he was safe. Okay. You held a lot on your shoulders, knowing he could die, all because he wanted to stick by your side. The thought terrified you. So these moments were everything. To fall asleep as you tapped your finger to each beat his heart made. Repeating the rhythm like a mantra, or a poem, maybe. The poem he'd write for you every night.

His hand reached over to yours, gently kissing the finger that tapped, "Can't sleep, love?" He asked, deep voiced and riddled with much needed sleep. You simply shrugged your shoulders, not keen on the idea of saying, 'I can't sleep if I don't take in each beat of your heart.'

Instead, you say, "Not really. You?" Your finger continued to tap, even as he held your hand. A routine, a habit. He hummed out, wondering what song you were thinking of. But instead of asking, he joined in, smiling in the darkness until he laughed a little.

"What song is it?" He asked.

You held back a giggle, of course he thought it was a song.

"Ragnar the Red." You lied, a smile spread across your face. You felt him frown. You were out of tune. He knew you were no bard, but surely not that bad?

"Ah, right. Love, never become a singer." He jested, you both laughed as his crimson eyes watched the ceiling with sleepiness.

"Nah, I'm more of a ... Poet."

"You're definitely something. Now sleep, long day tomorrow." He kissed the top of your head before shrugging his body into comfort.

As you planted a kiss against the bare skin that cloaked his heart, you made sure not to forget to listen as it beated in tune with your own.

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certifiedlovergirlsstuff · 9 months

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The Sauna Test

pairing: steve harrington x female byers!reader

WC: 4.1K

warnings: a little sexual, cursing, byers getting pissed off each second. should be all!

summary: theres a vent blocking your entrance. free ice cream should help.

A/N: ALL PARTS UNDER THE TAG - The Byers Harrington Story-

yall... im so sorry for the tension that will be growing from byers. shes stressed leave her be! im just using her as a voice of reason.

@alecmores❤️

series masterlist / steve harrington

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You and the boys all fell asleep. Will was held in your arms and the little assholes slept in his room since you felt bad they would have to ride home in the rain. You weren’t able to sleep for a while after Will said he was back, and you know who he meant. You kept your arms tight around his shaking body through the night until you couldn’t push away the heaviness of your lids.

The brightness of your room pulled you from the few hours of sleep you could acquire. While rubbing a fist into your eyes as you stretched, you slowly came to life and realized Will wasn’t beside you. Immediately alert you hopped out of bed and rushed to his room, no one. The kitchen was next and still, no one. And not a peep from the living room.

Fingers started to curl into your bedhead as you walked back towards the kitchen and noticed a folded paper sitting on the wooden table. Bare feet on the cool flooring, you carried yourself closer and grabbed the paper, a note in messy handwriting.

‘went to the pool with mike and lucas. i’ll be safe.’

Your free hand sat over your palm as you closed your eyes and took steady breaths. Will is safe. The boys are safe. Everyone is okay.

You kept repeating these like a mantra that would come true if you said it enough times over and over like a wish.

The opening and closing of a door stopped your thoughts and you turned on your heel to see Steve walking towards you. He was dressed in his school gym shorts with a shirt almost classified to be a crop top. His biceps were tight against the seams and his body hair was dark against his skin which was gaining a golden glow from the hot summer sun.

Your heart started beating fast once again.

“Hey, you okay?” His hands grasp your upper arms as his eyes look over your body. All you could do was nod at the moment. Steve pulled you into a hug and you wrapped your cement-heavy limbs around his fabric-free waist.

You could feel the kisses he planted on your rain-soaked hair from the night before, and it pulled an idea from you. Pulling away enough so you could set your chin against his chest, you peered up with a mischievous glint sparkling in your eyes.

“What?” A smirk was forming on Steve’s lips, knowing that look all too well.

Pushing to the tips of your toes, jutting your face closer. Giving your lips just an inch of space as you whispered, “Wanna take a shower with me?”

Without an ounce of hesitation, Steve swept you off your feet, threw you over his shoulder, and rushed the both of you towards the tiny space. You let carefree giggles spill and Will’s note hit the ground, forgotten.

“That keycard opens the door, but unfortunately, the Russian with this keycard also has a massive gun. Whatever’s in this room, whatever’s in those boxes, they don’t want anybody finding it.”

Dustin paced back and forth as he reported what he found earlier this morning. You, Robin, and Steve all sat at the small table in the backroom. Robin playing with an ice cream scooper with Steve leaning back in his chair and twirling his hair around his fist. You had your arms crossed as they sat on the table, you just listened to this absurdity.

“So… even with the mention of this giant Russian and giant gun, you still want to find a way inside that room?” Head cocked to the side with a furrow to your brows.

The three of them got quiet at your question. And not the ‘Maybe (Y/n)’s right. This is a bad idea. No, it was a- “But there’s gotta be a way in.” Robin spoke up, answering the quiet.

Steve blew into his hat and threw it down, “Well, you know. I could just take him out.” He leaned forward. You had to withhold the smack to his head.“Take who out?” Robin teased him. “The Russian guard.”

You smacked him upside the head. Steve winched at the impact and held the back of his head, “What? I sneak up behind him. I knock him out and take his keycard. It’s easy.”

“Did you not hear the part about the massive gun?” Dustin reiterated. Steve stared him down, “Yes, Dustin. I did. And that’s why I would be sneaking.” He did a dumb walking gesture with his fingers. You ran your hands down your face.

“Well, please. Tell me this and be honest, have you ever actually… won a fight?” Dustin and Robin waited for the answer. Steve turned to you for a second and you already knew what it would be.Steve rolled his eyes, “Okay, that was one time-”

“Twice. Jonathan. The year prior?” Dustin interrupted.“How do you know about that?” None of the kids were there. Dustin ignored you and Steve continued, “Listen, that doesn’t count.”

Dustin looked amused, “Why wouldn’t it? Because it looked like he beat the shit out of you.”

“That’s true.” “Hey-” “You got a fat lip, crooked nose, swollen eye, a lot of blood…” Steve scoffed. “Could’ve been from the demo-”

Robin’s chair scraped the floor and she said, “That just might work.” Stopped Dustin and Steve’s bickering.

Robin darted from the backroom with her backpack and headed to the counter just to steal all the tips.

“Robin!” “Hey, Robin!” Both you and Steve called her. “Hey, what- what are you doing?” Steve tumbled through the door, you and Dustin just behind.

“I need cash.” She stated plainly. “Well, a quarter of that’s yours. Where are you going?” Shoulders slumping due to your friend stealing your hard-earned money.

“To find a way into that room, a safe way. So in the meantime, sling ice cream, behave, and don’t get beat up. I’ll be back in a jiff.” And Robin darted off leaving the three of you behind the counter.

You hung your head as you leaned against the ice cream bar, blocking out the noise of Steve chiding Dustin over something. You had a terrible night and then an okay morning which then changed into a fantastic one. And the time spent until work was just as great with just the two of you in the empty house. The ride over was pleasant and the first hour of your shift was moving swiftly and then once Dustin came in talking about the Russians… it all came crashing down again.

“Baby,” Steve turned your face with the two fingers on your chin, “Come with me real quick.” And you almost laughed due to the innuendo your mind thought of. But you followed behind Steve, making sure that Dustin sat in the eating area.

Steve pulled you deep into the backroom, a little corner where you weren’t seen. And you were about to ask him what he was up to, but his lips pressing into yours stopped you quickly. Immediately, you indulge in the pleasure that always blocks everything out. Arms slid up and around his neck to keep Steve close as he pressed you to his chest. Digits twined dark brown strands around your fingers and gave light tugs that caused Steve to groan into your mouth and you just grinned at the melody. Soon, Steve’s lips left your lips and traveled to your neck and you sighed as you leaned it back and to the side for more room.

The dining of the front bell stopped the scene for you, but it seemed Steve didn’t care as he continued to nip at your pulse.

“Stevie…” Another ding, “Stevie… I gotta- I gotta go.” Another ding.

With Steve not letting up and your fingers still in his hair, you tugged harder than usual. His head leaned back and he wore a devilish smirk, “Oh… you like that don’t you?” You whispered as you gave a kiss on his Adam’s apple and left him to attend to the annoyed customer.

“Where the hell have you been? It’s been over an hour!”

Robin waved away your concern as she headed to the backroom where Steve and Dustin were already hanging out during his fifteen.

Seeing as the store was empty, you followed just a few steps behind your friend and watched as she pulled a rolled-up paper from her backpack. She pushed the boy's shoes away and spread what appeared to be blueprints for all your eyes to see.

“It is fascinating what twenty bucks will get you at the County Recorder’s office.” She smiled at the three of you. You were just confused about why she needed blueprints.

“Starcourt Mall. The complete blueprints.” “Not bad,” Dustin noted.

Robin pointed a polished nail and you leaned forward. “So, this is us, Scoops. And this is where we want to get.” Index finger moving to the top of the paper, a random square room.

Steve shook his head, “I mean, I don’t see a way in.”

“There’s not if you’re talking exclusively about doors.” She pulled the top layer away and revealed a more detailed second page. “Air ducts,” Dustin voiced. “Exactly.” Robin walked over to the whiteboard and took the red marker. “Turns out, this secret room needs air just like any old room. And these air ducts lead all the way…” She circled the room and dragged the marker through the air ducts down to where Scoops was located. “Here.” Big circle around Scoops.

All eyes turned to the only air duct in the room. “Steve, why don’t you get the ladder and I’ll grab a screwdriver.” Giving your boyfriend a shoulder pat then disappearing to where you think the small toolbox is hidden. You came back after about five minutes with Steve standing at the top of the stool and a hand to the wall.

You passed the driver into his waiting hand, “Thank you, baby.” And Steve proceeded to work the screws out of the vent cover. He gave the tool back and pulled the cover off, “Flashlight.” Open palm up and Dustin set his bulky light into Steve’s palm. “Thank you.”

The yellow glow illuminated the silver of the metal lining. “Yeah, I don’t know, man. I don’t know if you can fit in here. It’s, like… super tight.” You weren’t even looking into the vent and you could tell, it was too small for a growing Dustin.

“I’ll fit. Trust me. No collar bones, remember?” Taking his flashlight back as he and Steve switch spots.

“Uh, excuse me?” Robin was taken aback. Steve hopped from the last step, “Oh, he’s, uh… Yeah, he’s got some disease. Chry, uh… It’s chrydo, um… Something. Yeah, I dunno.”

“He’s missing bones and stuff,” You simplified Steve’s stuttering for Robin. “Yeah. He can bend like Gumbo.”

You tilted your head at that. “You mean Gumby.” Robin corrected Steve. “I’m pretty sure it’s Gumbo.”

“Steve, just shut up and push me!” “Okay.” You and Robin lean against the counter and watch the two idiots. Steve put his hands on Dustin’s feet, his legs were pushed up and bent. “Not my feet, dumbass. Push my ass.” “What?”

You couldn’t help the snort that pushed out your nose at their bickering. “Touch my butt! I don’t care!” Steve looked back at you and Robin, but the both of you just smiled and shrugged your shoulders. He sighed and reluctantly pushed his palms onto Dustin’s butt.

“Come on! Harder! Push harder!” “I’m pushing!” You hope no one could hear what was happening if there were customers.

Steve threw Dustin’s legs over one shoulder for a better angle. “You’re playing with my legs.” “I’m not playing, I have terrible footing.” Steve pushed at Dustin’s butt again.

Robin just shook her head in disappointment. “You put up with these two?” Head turned to the side, facing you. Your eyes were still trained on the two boys, Steve still shoving at Dustin’s butt as they yelled at each other. “Yep.” Popping the p. “But I also deal with five other kids, my brother, you, and Eddie. So I feel like I’m used to the chaos they cause.”

Steve shoved Dustin hard into the vent and you winched at the noise it caused. But Dustin insisted that he could fit, so they kept yelling and shoving. “One more time.” You heard Dustin.

You didn’t notice it at first, but then it happened again and again. Louder each time followed by a shout. Robin turned around first and then you did, eyes narrowing at the childish face you so wish to ban.

“Ahoy, sailors! All hands on deck! Ahoy!” Erica yelled as she continued to ding the front bell. “Come on. Get over here and serve me some samples.”

The eye roll came naturally as you turned away from Erica and braced yourself to shut her down with customer kindness. But a hand on your bicep stopped you from walking away and you turned to Robin with a confused look. “What? Do you want to serve, her Highness?” Teasing was evident in your words, but it stopped when you saw the spark in Robin’s eyes that you didn’t like.

“Whatever you’re thinking, stop it.”She didn’t listen, “Hey, Erica. Can you come back here for a second?” You groaned, “Robin, that wording isn’t very work friendly.”

The back door swung open as Erica waltzed through like she owned the place. Her hands fell to her hips like she was bored already, “What do you need from me?”

Steve pulled Dustin out of the vent and they moved to the counter beside you and Robin with a defeated sigh. “Couldn’t fit,” Dustin muttered. “No shit, dipstick.” Steve countered.

Robin pointed at the vent, “Can you see if you would be able to fit in that vent?”

“Why?”

“Well tell you the reasoning after you’ve taken a look.” Dustin is very protective of his mission.

Erica looked at the four of you before shrugging and grabbing the flashlight from Dustin. She climbed the ladder slowly and then leaned forward to get a better view. She hummed after a minute and climbed down.

“Yeah, I don’t know.”

“You don’t know if you can fit?” Dustin asked.

“Oh, I can fit. I just don’t know if I want to.”

“Are you claustrophobic?” Robin posed the question in her laid-back manner. Steve turned to look at you with his arms crossed over his chest. You sent a side-eye before zeroing back to Erica. She laughed at Robin’s question, “I don’t have phobias.”

A huff from Steve, “Okay, well, what’s the problem?” And you already had a feeling what Erica was implying.

“The problem is, I still haven’t heard what’s in this for Erica.” There it was. And you knew exactly what her price was gonna be for her to help.

The nautical sailor music filled the parlor.

Five of you squished into a corner booth. Dustin and Robin are to the left of Erica with you to her right. Steve would join you just as he finished making the banana split she ordered. One of the many ice cream treats she requested and you made much to your annoyance.Steve sits beside you and slides the sundae over the table. Erica studies it for a second before nudging it forward. “More fudge, please. Go on.” Flicking her hand in her bossy manner. Steve turned his head your way, mouth firmly pressed and you could tell he was holding back choice words for the children present. Your hand fell to his thigh to give a reassuring squeeze before he reluctantly took the treat and headed back to the counter.

“All right.” Robin pulled the blueprint to point at her red markings, “You see this? This is the route you’re gonna take.” She flipped it to the other side, “Then we just wait till the last delivery goes out tonight.” You turned to Erica as she spooned at her shake while Robin continued to talk. “Then you knock out the grate, jump down, and open the door.”

“Then you find out what’s in those boxes?” Erica butted in. “Exactly,” Robin confirmed.

“Mm-hmm. And you say this guard is armed.” Her eyes look between the three of you.

Dustin added, “Yes, but he won’t be there.”

“And booby traps?” “Booby traps?” You couldn’t help but parrot her question. She looked exasperated by having to explain, “Lasers, spikes in the wall?”

“This isn’t Indiana Jones. These are shitty Russians working out of a mall.” Getting a bit agitated as you crossed your arms over your chest and leaned against the vinyl seats.

She rolled her eyes and looked at Dustin. “You know what this half-baked plan of yours sounds like to me? Child endangerment.”

“And I agree, but no one cares,” You couldn’t help but mumble under your breath.

Robin shot you a look then reassured Erica, “We’ll be in radio contact with you the whole time-“ “Ah, ah, ah!” Erica waggled her finger in her face, “Child endangerment!” Emphasizing each syllable.

Robin groaned and Dustin gave his try. “Erica? Hi. Uh… We think the Russians want to do harm to our country. Great harm. Don’t you love your country?”

She huffed, “You can’t spell ‘America’ without ‘Erica’.” Then took a sip of her shake, loud slurping noises. You and Dustin both took a minute to digest her words. “Uh, yeah. Yeah, oddly that’s, uh, that’s true.”

You looked over at the counter to see Steve busy with customers that come into the store. His charming smile as he made light conversation with the younger kid leaning against the glass divider. His hat was still off his head allowing for his front pieces to curl towards his forehead, his best asset he always argued. As he cashed the kid out and they walked away, his eyes landed on you. A simple smile lightened your face as you sent a wave at him. He held up the banana split as he walked behind the counter.

“You know what I love about this country? Capitalism.”

Brows twitched in confusion as you turned to look at Erica who was looking at Dustin. “Do you know what capitalism is?” You wonder how she knows. Dustin replies, “Yeah.”

You and Robin also say yes, but Erica still explains. “It means this is a free market system. Which means people get paid for their services, depending on how valuable their contributions are. And it seems to me, my ability to fit into that little vent is very, very valuable to you all.”

Her face was smug knowing she was in the right. “So, you want my help? This USS Butterscotch better be the first of many. And I’m talking about free ice cream for life.”

She popped a cherry in her mouth and ate it as she, Dustin, and Robin all looked your way. Since you were assistant manager your word is law, not really, but it would hold more coming from you. The pouting and silent pleading from the two of them wasn’t doing much for you, you were completely fine not giving into Erica’s demands. But their faces changed and when you felt the seat dip you knew Steve joined your group and if you were to turn your head, his puppy dog eyes would stare down into your soul. God, he was your ultimate weakness and right now you hated him for it.

Begrudgingly as you squeezed your eyes shut while giving your face a scrunch, “Fine. Erica Sinclair has free ice cream… for life.”

The mall was closed, the sun was set, and you were camping on the roof waiting for Erica to climb through the vent system to enter a Russian room.Oh goodie.Robin clicked the button on the side of Dustin’s radio, “Erica, do you copy?”

“Mm-hmm. I copy. You nerds in position or what?”

“Yeah. We’re in position. It’s all quiet here, so you've got the green light.” Robin with the radio, Dustin and his binoculars, with you and Steve squished between them. Your hands intertwined, more for you out of stress.

Erica radioed back, “Green light, roger that. Commence Operation child endangerment.” That just made you more stressed.

With you next to Robin, you pulled the radio towards you, “Can we maybe not call it that?” Erica only replied, “See you on the other side. Nerds.”

You groaned with your head falling to the border. Steve’s hand touched your back and rubbed circles along your shoulder blades. “It’s okay. We’ll get in and out, nothing dangerous.”

“Yeah, except we’re putting an eleven-year-old life in danger by climbing through the vents. I just know if her mom finds out, I’m in for it.” And Mrs.Sinclair was a nice woman but will put you in your place if her children are harmed.

No one responded to your comment, Steve only pressed a kiss to your temple and let it linger as he squeezed your clasped hands three times. “It’ll be okay.” He whispered.

“All right, nerds. I’m here.”

Robin clicked the side button, “Do you- Do you see anything?”

“Yeah, I see those boring boxes you’re so excited about.” “Any guards?” “Negative.” “Booby traps?” “If I could see them, they’d be pretty shit traps, wouldn’t they?”

“Thank you for that.” Robin radioed back flatly. Within a few seconds, Erica called back, “I’m in.”

Now it was Steve’s turn to freak out. He ran a hand over his face and muttered, “Oh, God.”

All four sets of eyes watched as the metal doors opened outward with little Erica Sinclair strutting her way forward. She stood in the light with a hand sitting on her cocked hip as she yelled, “Free ice cream for life.”

It was a second before the four of you took the stairs down the roof and jogged to the metal room. The small square space was filled with brown packing boxes for different stores in the mall, Imperial Panda and Kaufman Shoes were the first two you spotted. Steve grabbed a knife and ripped it through the tape of an Imperial Panda.

Staring down into the box you were met with a metal container. Steve looked at everyone before grabbing the handle and giving it a hard twist, air hissed before he pulled the top off. Four more twist tops stood out with a bout of steam floating around.

“That’s definitely not Chinese food.”

He started to stick his hand inside before stopping and looking at everyone, “Uh, maybe you guys should, you know, stand back.” Robin and Erica moved closer to the wall.

You and Dustin stayed by Steve’s side. “Steve, I don’t think-“ “Baby, it’ll be okay.” Giving his comforting smile and you took three steps back.

Dustin stood his ground. “Dustin-“ “No.” Steve sighed, “Just… Just step back, okay?” A hand to his chest.

“No.” Steve raised his voice, “Step back. Seriously.” You reached for Dustin’s arm trying to pull him with you, but he was shaking you off. “No! No! If you die, I die.”

And it got quiet before Steve just shrugged. “No one is dying.” Needing to say it yourself.

Steve twisted a handle, more air hissing. He pulled the container up slowly and with all eyes trained you were greeted with the sight of some green substance that looked like it belonged in Gotham City.

“What the hell?” Steve whispered. And Robin asked, “What is that?”

Before any answer could drop from the sky, the room started to rumble and shake slightly. “Was that just me, or did the room move?” Dustin looked up as Steve still held the container.

“Booby traps,” Erica whispered.

The room shook again. “You know what?” Robin moved forward, “Let’s just grab that and go.” Taking the liquid from Steve.

Dustin moved to the buttons panel while Steve leaned back into the box. You could hear the repetitive tapping behind you. “Which one do I press, Erica?”

“Just press the damn button, nerd.” Always with a comeback.

Dustin sighed, “Which one? I’m pressing the button, okay?”

“Press ‘open door’.” “I’m pressing ‘open door’.”

Steve walked over, “Just open the- Press the other button.” And you watched as he tapped the same button.

“Out of the way so she can push the button-“ Robin tried talking over Steve and Dustin bickering. “Would you stop?” “I’m trying!”

Your body started to tingle and your breathing was slowly getting shorter. All the commotion with everyone yelling, the small room being locked closed, and potentially being found out was making you start a panic attack. And to make things worse you saw a double door closing and then the room dropped.

Lights were flickering and everyone was screaming. You dropped to the floor and pulled your knees to your chest as you closed your eyes and covered your eyes. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck…” Just repeating the one word and hope your heart doesn’t explode from the quick beating.

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kingschclar · 2 years

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training azul ashengrotto to ask for what he wanted !! he’s so sensitive to touch, and every reaction he gives you just fuels you more.

NSFW MDNI // contains — sub!azul, he is aged up, blowjob/rimjob, male penetration, dacryphilia, overstimulation, cockwarming, belly bulging <3, reader can be afab or amab, azul has octopus blood, praise kink, aftercare

love note — a certain friend of mine.. encouraged me, so now this is a fic

imagine sucking him off/eating him out and feeling his thighs clamp around your head as he squirms around, whimpering about how good it felt. overstimulate him and watch his plush thighs tense and flinch so prettily.

imagine leaving hickies all over them to tease him, making him hiccup as he sobs at the pleasure, making him feel so good, so loved as you fuck him slowly, feeling those thighs wrap around your waist to pull you closer. actually, mark his entire body, and tell him how goddamn beautiful he is after every kiss and bite.

of course, you’ll always give him more, but only if he used that pretty mouth to ask for it.

you watched as azul’s tear filled eyes met yours, his lips red and bitten. his pupils were dilated and you could almost see hearts in them. he wrapped his shaking arms around you, and you let him pull you down for a messy kiss, his way of pleading you to just move already. you do nothing, choosing to pull back again to run your hands down his thighs, making him whine softly.

“i’ve told you, azul,” you said softly, sighing at him. “you have to tell me what you want so i can give it to you.” you could see the gears in azul’s head turning as he debated whether to give in or not. you don’t think you’re asking that much of him at all, but he’s so flustered by the request that he’s barely spoken the entire time.

your hands glide along his skin, teasing around the area you realized bulged from your dick before pressing down on it. azul cried out in surprise, and you swore you heard a soft “please”.

“please what?” you asked, a smirk creeping onto your face. you saw azul’s bottom lip quiver before he gave in.

“please! fuck me! i can’t take this anymore!” he almost screamed out as he tossed his head back, and almost immediately you start moving. he jerked and squirmed around, lewd gasps and moans pouring out of his mouth. his eyes rolled back, and you could tell that the poor boy was already close. with another few thrusts, azul came, whimpering loudly as he did so. his noises only got louder when he realized that you were still moving, chasing your orgasm as you panted harshly.

his spent body fell limp as he gave in to you completely, letting you thrust into him roughly and mindlessly. “fuck me” and “feels s’good” fell from his lips as he repeated it like a mantra, eyes rolling back as he bit on his lip harshly, enough to draw blood. if you paid enough attention, you’d realize how good he looked with a trickle of blue blood glistening on his pink lips.

“m’ close,” you muttered, and azul pulled you in for another kiss. it was even messier than the first one, and you think he just wanted to hug you close at this point. you let him thrash beneath you as you stared into his dilated pupils. his moans increased in volume and his breathing picked up again. he's about to cum.

you continued thrusting into him at the same pace, and for the second time, azul came with a weak cry, every muscle in his body tensing up before he fell back onto the bed, sniffing back his tears.

"azul, love," you called for him gently, and the man looked at you with his puffy eyes. you leaned down, slowly licking and kissing along the trail of dried tears on his cheeks. he whined a little, but let you. "you did so, so well, okay? you were so good." perhaps he was already too fucked out to think, but he simply nodded, leaning in to you for support and comfort.

you grabbed the water bottle that you prepared before and handed it to your lover. as he downed the water quicker than you'd expected, you wiped him down, all while singing praises and words of affirmation to him.

"thank you," he whispered, voice raspy and scratchy. of course, there was more he wanted to say, but he was sure you knew what it was — that he was glad you were the one he was sharing this moment with.

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luimagines · 3 months

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Hey it's totally still your birthday right?

*'he/they's your Wild*

Enjoy mild totk spoilers (not really takes place post-botw pre-totk)

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He was gone, and it was fine. You have no clue where he went, and neither did he. He had simply stepped into that dreaded portal, all but vanishing without a trace, and that was that.

Goodbyes had been short, they always had to be when your spouse was the legendary hero.

It was hard to remember sometimes that your Link was the hero of Hyrule. Hard to imagine that those same lively eyes of his had stared evil incarnate in the flesh before essentially vanquishing it. The same blond that had won you over catching staminoka bass with nothing but his bare hands and a dream and had diligently followed you along as you showed them the beauty of the new world that had surrounded him despite the terrors of the calamity a hundred years ago-- had also been the one who stood in an overtaken Hyrule castle and defended it, having long since grown and regained his strength (something they credited to you despite your insistence otherwise).

It was hard-- but not impossible. Especially then, as you stood to see him off. Even though they no longer carried the legendary sword on their back, the unmistakable strong stance he had told you what he was going to do before he even uttered a word.

You wouldn't stop him, you couldn't, but even still you found yourself torn between your heart and your mind. The logical part of you knew however (even if it pained you to see him off) that the world needed them more than you did. It wasn't surprising, you married the hero of Hyrule for Hylia's sake! But it still hurts. You knew, deep down, that you were always going to have to share them with the rest of the world, even if you wanted to selfishly lock them away and keep him all to yourself.

But none of that really mattered now, did it? The hugs and the kisses and the parting words went by too fast, everything was just too fast, now you were left despondant on the outskirts of Hateno, a pair of lovers setting out only for one to return.

You felt numb, a flurry of emotions welling up in your chest only for your mind to be miles away, unable to speak. You don't remember the walk back to the village, nor how you ended up in Link's house (or was it Zelda's now? It was never really clear, you had to ask at some point). You glanced around, slowly beginning to shuffle around, idly stacking the stray papers and nicknacks of Zelda's research scattered around the small area.

You didn't think about it, continuing to meander around the room, idly fixing things even if they weren't messy. It was useless to dwell on it, being sad wouldn't bring him back, and you were no good to everyone else if you were beside yourself with grief for a hylian who wasn't even dead yet.

It was fine. He was going to come back. You just... had to keep busy. Hateno had no shortage of jobs for you as it continued to grow and develop. You still had to drop off those cloths Senna ordered to the dye shop. Zelda still needed you to help teaching the children at the school until another official one was found-- that one was pretty long-term, likely to keep you busy and on your feet. And then of course you had promised Zelda that you would ask Nagda for gardening tips in order to try and help Aster, who seemed better able to grasp onto information about her father's vegetables rather than gardening in practice. You still hadn't completely gotten over your uneasiness towards the flower-obsessed--

Oh. You were crying.

The blurriness in your eyes and the wet streaks on your cheeks were unmistakable, yet it's presence still caught you off guard. You couldn't tell why, you were fine, it wasn't a big deal. 'It's fine, you're okay' you repeated to yourself like a mantra, Link was coming back and everything would--

"Are you alright?" a quiet, worried voice broke you out of your mental stoop. Your body froze up, still facing away from the concerned blonde in a feeble attempt to maintain some dignity. When did Zelda get here? How much time had passed.

"I uh, I'm sorry I just-" you fumble your words, not really having anything else to say but 'sorry'. For what exactly was unclear: for being caught in her house unannounced, for moving her things around as you tidied up, perhaps even for crying in general, not being strong enough to bear the load that was required of you as the hero's spouse.

You felt like a child, having been caught red-handed at your most vulnerable with no excuses for the way you were acting. Instead of being scolded though, or even being questioned as to what exactly you were doing there and not your own home, Zelda immediately met you with nothing but compassion. The blonde frowned a bit, seeing your clearly distressed state, immediately stepping forward to bring your crying form into her arms.

You shakily exhaled, deflating a bit. You apologize again, wiping at your eyes even if it only accomplished in making your eyes more irritated and red as more tears make their way out. You hated it. You hated it and you hated him for making you go through it, even if it was illogical to do so.

For once, even if it was selfish, you desperately wished for simpler times, when it was just the two of you against the world. When some days your biggest problem was entertaining yourself during long journeys between stables on your way to the next province. When your biggest plight was having to scramble after your partner when one of their idiotic stunts he swore wouldn't go wrong did just that. Hell, you'd even take before the calamity was defeated and the only people you two had were each other. Everything changed when you guys settled down and started placing roots.

Now it seemed like you saw less and less of him with every new task, and now he was just gone. You missed just looking over and seeing somebody once told me the world was gonna roll me, I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed. She was looking kinda dumb with her finger and her thumb in the shape of an L on her forehead. Well- looking back at you, your somebody, Link. Now he's gone and you don't know when they're coming back or even if they're safe.

You don't say any of this though, especially not when the rescued princess herself was right in front of you. It was a stupid thought only expressed in the heat of the moment, and you had long since learned to control those thoughts and urges. You weren't some child that needed to lash out and hurt those closest to you in your despair; you were an adult, the spouse of the hero of Hyrule who chose to strengthen the remains of Hyrule alongside the princess-- you needed to respond appropriately.

You gather yourself, you have no choice but to after all, crying in the princess' arms wasn't a solution nor a luxury that you could afford. You reveal everything to her, what little information you did have anyway-- the portal, how he left through it, and essentially not having any information on their whereabouts or even if he was safe.

"Oh, I see" Zelda responds sympathetically, understanding your plight and Link's potentially dire situation. Her lips together as she nods to herself, a sudden look of determination filling her eyes. She pulls back from you, looking into your eyes as she grabs onto your shoulders.

"Link is a strong and reliable swordsman whose resilience knows no bounds" she starts in hopes that some of her resolve spark up your own "I have no doubt that he'll return to you to the best of his ability. Please have faith in him, if not as your partner then as the hero and as my dearest companion".

You nod, simply taking the words in. Link will be fine, he has to be fine. Your heart couldn't take it otherwise.

You don't know what you'd do if he wasn't fine.

:)))))

..........You shrek rolled me.... in the middle of an intense fanfic!?!?!?!?!?

For my birthday- you evil mastermind you, how dare.

Is it really spoilers though if it just mentions that like Zelda was a teacher? I heard about that but I fail to see how that has anything to do with the plot so I think you're fine. Unless there was another thing that I missed because I don't know any better.

Thank you Bee!!! I wanted to yell and scream. :D

#pinky replies #anon stories #except not really

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wherever i go, you bring me home

pairing: hotchniss

summary: emily calls for aaron in her sleep, bringing out feelings he can't ignore.

word count: 1k-2k

He's always been a light sleeper.

He doesn't get much sleep anyway, but when he does he can still hear the world around him, most of his senses still wide awake. He'd be lucky if he got more than three hours of good sleep.

So when a light knock sounds on the door of his hotel room, his eyes immediately blink open to the darkness. His brows furrow in confusion as he shoves the covers off of him and sits up, the soles of his bare feet hitting the soft carpet.

He crosses the room and opens the door to a sleepy JJ, her blonde hair frazzled and her eyelids droopy. One of his eyebrows quirks. "JJ?"

She runs a hand through her messy hair. "Emily has been calling for you in her sleep."

Emily? He frowns. "Why?"

JJ shrugs. "I don't know, but she's keeping me awake, so I decided to just come here and tell you.

He's beyond confused. Why would Emily be calling for him out of all people?

"Okay," he says slowly, "would you like to switch rooms?"

She expels a sigh of relief. "Yes, please. I love Em, but she's driving me crazy."

Aaron nods. "Okay. You can take my room."

"Thanks." JJ slips inside, sending him a grateful smile. He nods again and starts down the hallway for Emily's room, his stomach twisting. What is he supposed to do? Get in bed with her? Wake her up and tell her that she's been calling his name? Maybe she's having a nightmare and needs someone to comfort her, but if that's the case he's certainly not the right person for the job. He can barely comfort Jack when he's upset.

He gently creaks the door open, his eyes finding Emily curled up on the bed, murmuring softly to herself in the dark. He feels his chest clench at the sight. She looks so innocent, so cute, for lack of a better word. He quickly reprimands himself for even thinking such a thing about his subordinate.

Without knowing what else to do, he quietly slips into her bed, careful not to wake her or get too close. He can hear her murmurs clearly now. She snuggles deeper into the blanket, softly repeating his name over and over again like a mantra.

"Hotch." She shifts a little, as if seeking for him. "Aaron," she mumbles.

A weird feeling pools in the pit of his stomach as she continues to say his name in her sleep. She's never called him Aaron before, no one really does, it's always just been Hotch. But hearing his first name on her lips makes his insides fill with warmth.

Slowly, carefully, he slips beneath the blankets and positions his head on a pillow, watching her with soft eyes. He's always cared about her a little more than the others, even though she hasn't been on the team as long as everyone else. There's just something about her that makes him want to protect her from the world.

"Aaron," she whimpers again, and this time it's as if she knows he's here with her because she shifts closer to him, her small hands grasping at the air for him.

He knows he shouldn't, knows he should still remain professional in this situation, but his emotions take over and he allows her hand to find him. She immediately scoots into his body, her mind still in a deep sleep, her hands curling into fists as they rest against his chest.

Without him realizing, a soft smile graces his lips as she cuddles into him. He likes this. Likes the way she feels against him. Likes someone asking for him, wanting him to be close to them.

But he especially likes that it's her. And in the morning he'll view it as a problem, when he sneaks out of her room and switches with JJ again, but for now, as he watches her serene face, he can't bring himself to care.

XxX

It happens again a few weeks later on the jet.

They're returning to Quantico from a case that's pushed them all into exhaustion, and Emily has already fallen asleep in the seat next to him. None of the others are to the point of succumbing to sleep yet, but Aaron doubts they'd sleep anyway with what Emily is mumbling.

"Aaron." It's barely audible, but Aaron hears it perfectly.

Reid quickly perks up from his seat across from her. "Did she just say Aaron?"

Everyone's eyes are on him now. He feels the heat of their stares, the questions brewing in their eyes, and he wishes Emily would suddenly wake up and explain to them all why she's been murmuring his name in her sleep.

Because truthfully, he can't think of a damn reason why.

"Aaron," she sighs, curling into her seat. Aaron shuts his eyes, willing everyone around him to disappear.

Morgan sits up, his headphones locked around his neck. "Okay, I'm very confused right now. Why is she calling for boss?"

"Usually when a person is calling for someone in their sleep, it means they feel that person in their safe place," Reid informs them all casually.

Before anyone can reply to that, the jet comes to a halt and the entry door opens. They all scramble to their feet, but Emily remains asleep, unaware of anything around her.

Aaron sighs and goes to wake her. "Prentiss. Prentiss, it's time to go."

She groans softly, eyes refusing to open. "Want Aaron," she mumbles.

The same weird feeling from before creeps in on him, but he quickly pushes it away before he can analyze it. "I'm here," he tells her. "We have to get off the jet now."

Her eyes slowly flutter open, but he can tell she's still half asleep. He chuckles at her confused look before he can stop himself and helps her out of her seat.

"I'm sleepy," she tells him as they exit the jet, looking like a child who's been waken up too early.

"I know you are," he responds gently. "Do you want me to take you home?"

He has no idea where the offer came from. It just left his mouth before he could even think. But she smiles up at him and suddenly he becomes glad he asked.

XxX

They're in his car, and the urge to ask her about it is strong, but he doesn't know how to approach the subject without embarrassing her. She doesn't have a clue that she's been calling for him every time she's asleep. Maybe it would be better if he just left it alone.

But curiosity gnaws at him and he can't hold himself back any longer.

Clearing his throat, he says, "Prentiss?"

Her head turns away from the window to face him. "Hm?"

He decides to dive straight in. "When we were on the jet, you were kind of...talking in your sleep."

Her eyes widen in horror. "Oh, God. What was I saying? Did I say something bad?"

"It wasn't anything bad," he assures her. "And it wasn't really talking in sentences. You were just saying something over and over. Well, calling for someone, I should say."

She bites her lower lip, then releases it. "Who was I calling for?"

He keeps his eyes on the road, his fingers tightening on the wheel. "Me."

Silence fills the car and he wishes he would've just kept quiet. He opens his mouth to apologize, but she beats him to it.

"I'm sorry," she says, shifting in her seat anxiously. "I didn't know I was doing that. I didn't mean to, I swear. Please don't fire me."

A laugh escapes him without meaning to and she stares at him in confusion. "I'm sorry," he rushes to correct his behavior, shaking his head. "I don't mean to laugh. I just...why would I fire you for that?"

"Because it's unprofessional?" Her brown eyes are still wide, like doe-eyes, and he clenches the steering wheel even tighter to steady himself.

"It's fine, Prentiss. Really. I just thought I should let you know in case the team brings it up tomorrow."

Her eyes are nearly bulging out of their sockets now. "The team heard?"

"Well, it was on the jet, so yes, they heard."

"Oh, God."

"They'll most likely forget about it in a few days," he tries to reassure her. "They'll find something else to obsess over. It's fine. I promise."

She doesn't reply, but she gifts him with a small smile, a smile that makes him feel things he knows he shouldn't. Emily is his subordinate, a friend only. He shouldn't be wondering what it would be like to kiss her plump lips or take her hand in his. He definitely shouldn't want to offer to come inside with her, to help her sleep because now he knows she won't be able to sleep without him.

He shouldn't want anything with her. But he does.

He reaches her place and parks the car, his ass rooted to the seat. He isn't going to get out. He's going to watch her walk inside and force himself to forget about everything that's happened.

But she doesn't get out yet. Instead she looks at him, bites her lip, then smiles shyly. "Would you like to come inside?"

He tries to ignore the pounding of his heart inside his chest. "That would be unprofessional, wouldn't it?"

"It's not unprofessional to make my boss some coffee for the road."

"I'm not a big fan of coffee," he rasps, eyes darting from hers to her lips.

"What are you a fan of, then?"

The word goes unsaid.

"Tea," he says eventually, still lost in the beauty that were her eyes. "I'll take some tea, if you have it."

"I have tea." She slips out of the car, not waiting for him to follow, but he does because he's either an idiot or the smartest person alive.

And when he walks in behind her, he can't help but think this may be the start of something beautiful.

#criminal minds #cm #hotchniss #aaron hotchner #emily prentiss #emily x aaron #oneshot

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hihello-pinky · 2 years

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Liar

Miya Atsumu x AFAB! Reader

angst? hurt no comfort

as you see i am back from the dead only to post some angst at 2AM lololol feel free to drop requests!! also, reblogs would be appreciated!!

It is almost like an established fact that the thing Atsumu Miya excels at the most is playing volleyball. After all, he’s the setter in the starting lineup of MSBY, one of the top teams among the professional volleyball players.

However, the blonde setter has a secret, a secret that only he knows. Volleyball is not the best thing that he does.

Lying is.

Ever since that day, spewing out lies has become second nature to him already.

He’s okay.

No, he doesn’t need to unload his feelings to Osamu.

He’s happy.

He’s fine.

His life is at its best point, almost perfect.

And the biggest lie of them all: he does not miss you.

It’s been about five months since the break up already, and Atsumu is adamant about lying to himself that he does not regret breaking your heart. It was bound to happen, anyway. You were both chasing after different dreams: him becoming a professional athlete, and you to travel the world and meet different kinds of people.

Despite the difference in ambition, you were both hardheaded and stubborn that you fought for your relationship. You both tried your best to make the relationship work.

Until Atsumu got tired.

He knew you noticed his change in demeanor and he was secretly glad, hoping you would initiate the break up. But you never did, continuing to turn a blind eye to the fragile rope holding your relationship together. And Atsumu would have tolerated it just for the sake of having a companion; he was willing to put up with the strange relationship for who knows how long.

If it weren’t for Yena.

She was the sister of a new teammate; a tall, raven-haired girl whose presence demands to be acknowledged in any space she occupies. It was easy for Atsumu to become bewitched by the girl and after a few weeks of friendly conversations and time spent together, he felt the spark that had been gone from your relationship beginning to come back to him, in the presence of another woman.

He instantly knew what had to be done. So, the night of that date where he and Yena almost kissed, he went home to you and told you that he wanted to break up. It’s pathetic, how you tried to put up a fight, saying bullshit things about making the relationship work, but Atsumu’s mind was already on Yena, excited about the prospect of a new relationship.

The following day, he moved out of your shared apartment, saying a barely-heard goodbye at the doorway, and never looking back.

The following week, he began to officially date Yena.

The following month, she broke up with him for the reason that she wasn’t really looking for commitment.

Coincidentally, the day counting app on his phone that he never got to delete notified him of your 1460th day together. It would have been your fourth dating anniversary.

That’s when the reality of what he had thrown away sunk into Atsumu. The realization was like a drum of ice cold water poured onto him.That’s when he began lying to himself.

He’s okay.

He’s fine.

He’s not missing you.

He’s not regretting leaving you.

He’s happy being single.

He totally does not care about you anymore.

The lies he’d been feeding his mind for the past months kept on repeating. Over and over again. Sometimes in different orders. A broken mantra for a broken man.

Someone bumping behind him breaks him out of his reverie and suddenly, he’s back inside the coffee shop where you two first met. On his day offs, he would usually find his feet bringing them there.

He definitely wasn’t hoping to see you.

“Sorry,” he murmurs to the person behind him on the line, turning around to bow in apology when he notices someone enter the shop.

Blush-colored flats. A pastel dress. Off-white cardigan. Wavy hair tied up in a messy bun.

You looked so pretty that he gasps, his body already making his way towards you wihtout second thoughts.

“Y/N.”

You look up in surprise, widened eyes quickly relaxes after blinking. “Hey, Atsumu.”

“Hi.”

A smile, which he knows you only wear when you’re trying to be polite, makes its way onto your lips. “How are you?”

The simple question almost makes him choke, a flurry of confessions wanting to burst out of him. He tries to pick apart the thoughts, finding the right one to say first.

But in the end, he chooses to do what he does best.

Lie.

Atsumu gives you a small smile and despite knowing you can easily tell whenever he tells a lie, he answers your question. “I’m fine.”

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goldensunset · 2 years

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I know like nothing about TWEWY except for the stuff in like DDD but I know Game Partners are a thing at least and I've seen a lot of people talking about Sora doing the Reaper's Game in Quadratum and like. After Dark Road I'm now sitting here wondering "okay but what if Sora's Game Partner was just Xehanort14."

WAIT THAT IS SO FUNNY I’M OBSESSED

if there’s one mantra that’s constantly being repeated in twewy it’s ‘trust your partner.’ (and also like, open up to them and bond with them and all that, but that all filters into trust, cuz ya can’t trust someone you don’t know.) neku has trouble trusting people because he’s a little edgelord because he makes snap judgments about them based on limited information. then later on he realizes he got it all wrong and they’re not really bad people after all.

and you NEED to be able to trust your partner in twewy. not just bc ‘friendship is magic teamwork is power yay’ it is LITERALLY power. you physically cannot use psychs (psychic abilities/weapons/powers) at all without an official partner pact in the first place. and both players have to consent to it. and after you have a pact then yeah you can both use your powers individually but you’ll be super weak if you try to do everything yourselves. your true power only comes from the two of you being in mental/physical sync.

but like. young xehanort. quadratum xehanort. xehanort14. whatever we’re calling him. that is CRAZY that would make one heck of a player partnership. there would be instant tension between him and sora. because, see, sora is an open-minded and friendly guy who loves going the extra mile for other people, even a bunch of strangers. at least until kh3 cuz you could just tell that boy was losing steam and getting tired of putting on a smile but it’s different when it’s someone he already knows, and more specifically knows that he can’t trust.

(now i guess the specifics here depend on what version of young xehanort this is, exactly. which is something we have to consider anyway if we’re theorizing he’ll be in quadratum at all. my main idea is essentially a version of him from a splintered-off timeline in which he DIDN’T become evil. maybe even before the whole time travel thing happened, so like… immediately following dark road. that would mean he would have no idea what sora was accusing him of. but then also he wouldn’t know sora at all so it wouldn’t be nearly as interesting.

so i guess…what i would hope for is a version of yx taken from his time travel adventures. or maybe afterwards, in a situation where his heart somehow managed to keep those memories. or idk it could be outright a new life for him after his death in kh3, which honestly seems the most reasonable to work with. so it’s young guy who’s guilty of everything old norty did. even harder to forgive. tbf we saw him transform back into that form before ascending with eraqus so idk maybe it’s possible)

anyway. imagine sora and xehanort being like ‘aw snap, we’re the only two unpartnered players left. dangit ok fine i’ll make a pact with you. but i am WATCHING you the entire time i don’t trust you as far as i can throw you.’ great, initial threat nullified. but oh man would it be messy after that. yeah can you imagine sora and yx having a nice heart-to-heart? forming a warrior’s bond and fighting side by side? i’d absolutely love to see it. but it would take a great deal of effort first in any case

#i mean in any ‘yx joins quadratum squad’ concept of course there’s the initial peacemaking problem #but for the reapers’s game in particular they would have to get over their differences and get over them FAST #bc you can’t just swap out partners when it’s not working out you’re stuck together for the whole week start to finish #asks #thanks anon #kingdom hearts #subaseka tag

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commaclear · 2 years

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this is in reply to the anon who talked about quackity getting his scar n stuff so quackity post scar has a l o t on his mind obv with Wilbur, and sapnap after the voicemail and karl too. he's just putting the world on mute. he literally looks zoned out all the time and wilburs literally quaking in his boots that quackity is mad at him. he's apologized countless times but quackity hasn't talked to anyone unless its regarding the case. and wilburs mad at techno about the scar bc I refuse to believe techno isn't the reason quackity gets it and techno is telling wilbur that he deserves better and wilbur is telling him quackity treats him just fine and they go to the library or somewhere for the case and wilbur n quackity are looking at footage and statements. while reading them wilbur moves his hand towards quackity, brushing quackitys hand w his pinky. wilbur is praying quackity will grab his hand, take that lifeline. show Wilbur he acknowledges him. quackity instead gets up and walks away. "ill be back, call me if anything comes up." "o-okay."

quackity walked away and wilbur looked around, noticing technos silent glance of pity, and quickly looks back down. flushed with embarrassment and shame. "don't cry don't cry don't cry." he's repeating the mantra in his head. ignoring the looks that techno gave him, the grip of anger his brother has on the book he's reading. just focusing on the nails digging into his palm yeah, just focus on that --- mean while quackity is staring into the bathroom mirror, glaring at the eyebags and messy hair. wilbur offered to brush it for him but he just walked out of the room. god what is he doing? his marriage is over and he's treating the one person who doesn't hate him like garbage. but in all honestly he couldn't care about anything anymore a whole half of his face is covered in bandages, and he's supposed to call sapnap, karl, and tina like this? fuck.

he opened the bottle in his band and swallowed two pain killers and headed back to the room.

THIS ONE HURT THANKS ANON

*hands you a hollowed-out robin egg and scuttles back into the darkness*

#very upsetting #we shall have to see if it comes to pass #perhaps you are anon the prophet #anons my beloved #bone to pick

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munamania · 2 years

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hm so i think i blacked out lol

#abby talks #alcohol ment #i remember thinking to myself... ill get p drunk... but ill be fine #thank god it was in my building and just w some friends and not like. out #i would be so scared. in fact rn i am not loving the feeling of not remembering. that is not so sick and cool #dont drink kids pls #my friend said i was not too messy. so that is good. but i literally like. i remember sitting at a table #and then somehow i was sleeping #oh my god my roommate was with me too. oh my god lol #lol cool cool cool cool cool #repeating my mantras this can happen to anyone i was not an awful person for this i got back safe it's okay

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henry-and-the-seven-lords · 2 years

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Despair

Leviathan x Reader

Song Fic inspired by Despair by Leo

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Description: Levi has finally realized his feelings for MC and decided it might be best for both of them if he just ignores them. Sadly, MC has other ideas...

Warnings: Slightly spicy (suggestive), fluff, pining

Levi was finally trapped next to MC with no way out.

You see, about a month ago, Levi realized his feelings for MC. They were intense and messy and something he had never felt before. Just the sight of them would bring a scarlet color to his cheeks.

Thus, for the past month, Levi has been ignoring them. If he doesn't see them, then he doesn't have to deal with the annoying, and frankly embarrassing, emotions. Besides, they probably don't even like being around someone like him anyways. So in the end, this makes both of them happy.

Or so it seemed. The first week was easy, but slowly Levi could feel his thoughts begging him to text MC. He had missed their gaming nights, but they weren't worth the trouble! Or were they...

His conflicted emotions had been constantly at war in his head for the past few weeks. So much so, that he stopped being aware of his surroundings and ended up in the predicament he is now.

Sitting at the dinning table with MC right beside him.

"This is okay... I can do this..." His thoughts repeated this mantra incessantly as Asmo rambled about the latest gossip at RAD.

Levi tried to focus on his brother's words, until he felt a small tap on his shoulder. He turned to find MC looking at him with a sweet smile.

"Levi, can you pass me a fork. I think you're using mine..." Their voice was sweet to his ears but he could feel the a churning in his stomach begin which made him feel sick.

He nodded. Grabbing the fork quickly and handing it to them. When he turned back a sadistic grin crossed their face as they whispered, "Good boy..."

Their hand grasped his as they gently rubbed the pads of their fingers over his own.

A shiver ran up his back and he squeaked from the sensation drawing all the attention to him.

"Is something wrong, Levi?" Lucifer's tone was stern as he looked to his younger brother with a worried expression.

Levi took a glance at MC only to see them looking at him with a sweet, worried expression, but he could see a mischievous glint in their eyes.

"N-nothing! It's," He gulped down his nerves, "Nothing..."

One at a time the brothers all shrug before going back to their conversation and meal.

As everything goes back to normal, Levi shakes his head, "I have never heard MC say anything like that... Does that mean they like me? Did I like it? No. No. No. It was just one thing. One small thing. They obviously don't like you. It was a slip of the tongue. Just go back to ignoring them and everything will be fine."

Shaking as he lifted a fork full of food to his moth he sighed to calm his nerves, but before he could take the bite, he felt MC's warm hand slither against his thigh.

Immediately following, a warm breath fanned his ear whispering, "You know, this bat meat isn't the only thing that's hot. You shouldn't play with me like this, doll..."

Levi's eye shot open at their sensual words and he stood up abruptly and knocked his chair over.

"May I be excued!?" He squeaked, but before Lucifer could answer he was already gone. A trail of smoke following him down the hallway.

MC glared at the demon of Lust as giggled across from them, "Asmo! You said he would run into my arms if I did what you said!"

He smirked as he cut his own bat meat and broughtit to his mouth, "I said he would be running. I never said which direction."

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envy-of-the-apple · 3 years

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Yandere!Lucifer x reader

(Warning: intense side character torture, blood, gore, side character death, drugging, intentional harm?, I get more specific in the tags) There is a heavy graphic torture, but it’s only a paragraph long...

Mercy

It was hard to remember that the brothers weren’t human.

Levi reminded you too much of a whining child rather than a demonic sea serpent and Satan gushed about literature far too much to not take him as anything but a bookworm.

But they were demons and it shouldn’t have taken an accidental trip to the dungeon to make it obvious for you. It shouldn’t have taken watching Beel strip skin off of a wailing human. It shouldn’t have taken hearing Mammon laugh as he calculated how much each organ would cost. It shouldn’t have taken covering your breathing with your hands as you heard the body make a thud-

You didn’t know what happened after that, you just knew that you were running through the forests surrounding the House of Lamentation. The cuts you had were probably infinite by now, a new one created each time you clumsily stumbled into a branch. It didn’t really matter, none of it mattered, if you finally got out of here.

How many days, just how many days did you laugh with them? Eat with them? Like they were your friends? How many days did you spend in that house, oblivious to what they did behind your back? If you made the wrong move, if you said the wrong thing, would they do that to-

You didn’t want to think about it. Looking up, the night sky had already drifted into view. No moon, there was never a moon in Devildom. It was just swirls of dark blues and purples.

You needed to get to the Purgatory Hall-the Demon Lord’s Castle was even better. It didn’t matter how much you begged Lord Diavolo, you��d get on your knees if you have to. You just couldn’t stay here anymore.

With new resolve, you pushed through a branch. It fell away, numbly falling behind you. With your view not obscured you could clearly see the cliff that dropped a good ten meters. You’d have to find another way to cross. That was fine.

You just wished you hadn’t turned around.

He looked almost ethereal in the dim light. He wasn’t in his true form-why would he need that to deal with you- but you could almost see the big black wings shift around his figure, waiting for the perfect moment to ensnare you.

“It’s past curfew,” Lucifer cocked his head, “What are you doing outside so late?”

His voice was so gentle, so condescending. Like you were just some pet who’d escaped, obliviously running away from their master. It was infuriating.

But your irritation was pushed down, far enough that terror soon took its’ place.

“I-I can’t,” Your voice was barely above a whisper, “I’m sorry but I just can’t-”

He was so fast, you didn’t even notice he’d moved until a gloved hand was placed on your cheek. His fingers moved in loose circles.

“Did you stumble into the basement?” He asked, no actual sympathy in his tone, “I’m so sorry. My brothers are messy, aren’t they? Like toddlers playing with their food.”

He pushed you into his chest, leaving you no other option but to cling to him, “It scared you, didn’t it? I forget how fragile humans are, but you have a habit of reminding me,” You felt him smile.

“It’s okay, now. I’m here.”

He repeated it like a mantra, over and over again until it was everything you thought, everything you felt. There wasn’t a single drop of empathy in his words, as if he was just going threw the steps of consoling someone but you felt safe. You felt so safe away from the brothers, away from the house of lamentation. You couldn’t tell if this was a spell he made to keep you pliant until you calmed down and honestly you didn’t care.

So you stayed, curled up in his fingers until your breathing slowed, and the only thing left of your tears were the wet streaks down your face.

You slowly pulled away as his hands released you from his grip. His hand reached up to wipe your face. It stung.

“Good girl,” He hummed, satisfied at your new behavior.

“Let’s head back, shall we?”

Your eyes widened. He couldn’t be serious, could he? No way could you go back after seeing what they did.

He reached for your hand and you scuttled back.

“No,” You said, “I’m not going back- I can’t go back...not there.”

There was a small shift in the air, the smallest twinge of heat, before it disappeared and Lucifer shook his head.

“I’m afraid I don’t understand you.”

“I...I want to go to the Demon Lord’s Castle.”

“Lord Diavolo isn’t in charge of you,” Lucifer spoke, enunciating each word , “I am. And as your caretaker I believe it’s best if we return to the House of Lamentation.”

You felt like you were ignoring a warning of some kind, as if there was a clue you hadn’t discovered yet. But you still timidly stood your ground.

“...I can’t...please. I don’t want to go back so please don’t make me,” You glanced up again.

Your vision got too blurry to properly see his face, but Lucifer didn’t seem...angry. He just cupped your cheek, soft, gentle.

“...I understand...” He finally said and you felt a tiny twinge of hope that maybe he’d take your words seriously-

There was a pressure on your shoulder, you barely realized what was happening until you were laying on the ground. Lucifer towered over you, still grinning. The night suited him, dancing around his figure.

It made him look that much dangerous.

“I was thinking of being gentle with you-merciful even,” Lucifer started, his hands slithering up your legs. He tilted his head when you numbly tried to kick him away, his grip tightening on your thigh.

“A few days locked in your room, perhaps. After that, a month of house arrest. I forced myself to think mildly, to be kind.” A gloved hand stroked your shaking cheek. His touch suddenly felt so much more suffocating.

“But now, I’m thinking you need something a bit more...lingering in order to fully grasp what you’ve done.”

“What-what are you talking about-”

“Just know,” He looked at you again and you only saw adoration in his eyes, “I’m doing this for your own good.”

There was a wet snap. A bolt of pain shot through your leg as a scream rang through your ears. It was your scream. You were screaming. Why? Why were you screaming? Why was there so much pain? You couldn’t think-you couldn’t speak you could just scream.

Maybe it was an hour, or maybe it was just ten minutes, but when the pain finally dulled to a soft roar and your voice died of exhaustion, you felt fingers brush against your cheek.

Blearily, you opened your eyes. Lucifer was still leaning over you, patiently wiping the tears off your cheek. His smile was still there, a brief sense of satisfaction flickered through his eyes.

“You’ll be able to walk by yourself in four months,” He continued as your eyes flitted down your body, “Isn’t that wonderful? You’ll have all the time in the world to think about what you’ve done.”

It looked horrifying.

Your leg was bent inwards, farther than it could ever go naturally. The pain suddenly came back and you could barely give out a choked cry, rasping when your voice failed you.

Lucifer patted your cheek as you gave him a terrified glance up. You felt pressure on your back as he slowly lifted you up, as if he was scared to hurt you now.

You would’ve laughed if you weren’t already in tears.

He delicately kissed your temple, not minding when you flinched.

“Would you like a game to play while you’re healing?” He suddenly asked, “Or perhaps a book from the human world?”

You wanted to scream. You wanted to hit. But all you could see when you turned to meet his gaze was that same sickening look of adoration.

Mercy. He was showing you mercy.

You’d be a fool not to take it.

So, even though it pained you to do anything but cry, you cleared your throat.

“...A book please.”

#yandere x reader #he ummm breaks your leg #torture #yandere obey me x reader #obey me shall we date #Lucifer x reader #skin peeling #like literal skin peeling #yandere

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dourpeep · 3 years

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you asked for albedo stuff yesterday and i forgot to give you some 🥲 here

-Albedo bites the ends of his pencil/pen while in deep thought

-He covers his mouth while laughing

-His hair is a huge problem to becoming messy so he usually keeps it in one style bc he sucks at styling hair

-I believe he would hyperfocus on a meal until he starts to hate it and goes onto another

-Probably sleeps on his back or stomach

-Quietly sings to himself when he's alone doing experiments

-his hands are probably soft as hell

-he probably bounces his leg when stressed

-I cant decide whether or not he's always cold or always hot (wearing his jacket everywhere but seems fine at dragonspine??)

-would break klee out of jail

-he always tries to have at least one meal with klee

WAIT SHIT I FORGOT ABOUT THIS--

definitely a pleasant surprise nodnod always a treat to have more Albedo, thank you for the food, Chi OTL

I'll write a little about each one b/c I have no self control and I'm feeling inspired by ur headcanons so lets goooooo ehehehe

They'll be a mix between imagines and drabbles!

Enjoy the food :3c

Contains: Albedo x gn!Reader, some standalone Albedo, Klee, fluff

- Breaking Habits -

"Albedo? You're doing it again-"

He blinks, shifting to remove the tip of his pencil from his lips, frowning when little indents come into view.

"Hm...it appears to be so."

Really, the Chief Alchemist has tried to wean himself off the habit, taking to coating the butt ends of his writing utensils with a horrid concoction of qingxin and jueyun chili, but the moment he slips into his usual daily tasks, it arises once more. The bitter spiciness is a taste that he still has not forgotten.

When his brows crease and his gaze seems to burn into the pencil, you offer a smile. With a kiss pressed to his temple, you take it from his loose grasp, setting it down on the table's surface.

A few weeks later, it dawns on him that the touch of wood to his lips evokes the memory of your gentle reminder. Without fail, he sets his pencil down in search of a sweet to busy himself with instead.

- His Laugh -

I can just imagine him with his hand lifted to cover his mouth, a smile tugging at his lips and his eyes slightly squinted. It's something that'd happen almost instantaneously--he doesn't intend to hide his smile but for some reason he can't help but do it.

An endearing habit that you've come to look for.

Regardless-

If you lower his hand and pepper him with a few little kisses, you'll get another giggle out of him before a kiss.

- Hairstyles -

Albedo only knows two ways to do hair: Klee's twin pigtails and his own half-up braid.

Over the past three years of his residency in Mond, it's become a sort of trademark. The assumption that it's just how he likes to style his hair has long since been accepted as truth--and really, he does prefer the style.

Though...

"Mr Albedo? Perhaps you should try to tie it all up instead...?"

The stray wisps of bangs that escape from the securely tied braid fall into his face and distract him from the task at hand. There's also the ever-present tickle right where the blond locks fall around his jaw. Surely, this shouldn't prove to be a problem considering he always has this style...right?

Needless to say, the smell of singed hair makes him choke and the Alchemist finds himself pulling away to tie his hair properly.

It's simple.

Or at least that's what he has been stuck repeating like a mantra as he stares at his reflection, unhappy with the way there's a strange bit of hair that refuses to stay tied. Sighing, he undoes his pony tail and tries again.

Hm.

No, now it's lopsided...certainly can't have that.

- Mealtime -

First, two little ears peek up above the surface of the counter besides him. Then, two little eyes belonging to a stuff rabbit toy followed by a red hat--

"Klee?"

The little girl stares at the fish steaks sizzling away on the pan, displeasure on her features despite the incredibly enticing smell. With unmatched resolve, she huffs.

"Big brother, Klee doesn't want fish again-"

Ah, right.

He's been in another of those moods, the particular taste and texture of the fish mingling with the salted butter, simple sauce, and lightly seasoned veggies sounding so much more appealing compared to nearly any other dish he's tried to enjoy in the past two weeks. It's without a doubt Albedo's all-time favorite dish. Perfect for someone with a small appetite and a need for something quick, filling, and nutritious.

"What would you like then?"

Ultimately (and truly, Albedo wasn't surprise), the little knight requested a serving of 'Fishy Toast'. Cutting up one of the fillets he'd fried, he laughs and shakes his head.

- Sleep Time -

When you come home, it's already dark, the streetlamps lining the cobbled road illuminating the front door as you fish out your key.

"Albedo? I'm back-"

Soft snoring punctuates the silence.

With a fond smile, you remove your shoes and make your way to the make-shift 'sleep station' set up on the couch. Sure enough, with his face shoved at an awkward angle against a pillow, Albedo lays on his stomach holding a second pillow to his chest.

As much as you'd rather not wake him (after all, he's barely gotten sleep over the past few days with how busy it's been), you kneel besides the couch to gently shake him awake.

"Bedo? Bedo, lets go to bed-"

He shoves his face further into his pillow, muttering something about waiting for results. But the silence that follows only lasts so long until he sighs and opens his bleary eyes.

"Welcome home," he mumbles, carefully shuffling best he can closer to meet your lips.

With a stretch and sigh, he sits up. Blond hair sticks up from the top of his head and to his cheek, some parts tangled despite his attempts to prevent it--your hair shouldn't tangle if you sleep on your stomach, right?

Holding back your laugh, you help him up so that the two of you can get ready to sleep.

- Singing -

Most often if not nearly each day, if you pass by the Favonius HQ's workshop, you might catch the soft sound of singing. A light sound that drifts from the partly-cracked door echoes into the empty hallway. Regardless of the traffic outside, it shows no sign of stopping, so you easily can sit right outside and listen.

It's not shy, though, even as the man's dulcet tone comes out gently, and there are days that the lyrics that slip from his tongue are of other regions.

Perhaps if you ever approach the Chief Alchemist, you might be able to convince him to sing just a short little tune. He'll oblige, though a soft dusting of pink will cover his cheeks as he does.

- Hands -

"My hands?"

Albedo watches as you tug off his gloves, head cocked to the side curiously. The moment his hands are free from their confines, you press a kiss to his palm and intertwine your fingers.

"Do you use lotion or something?"

He laughs.

"...Not that I am aware of...?"

When you squeeze his hand once, he squeezes yours back three times before bringing your joined hand to his cheek. Resting against them, his eyes close.

"Why do you ask?"

He feels you take his other hand as well, turning it over palm-side up, your fingertips tracing over the lines that adorn it's surface.

The tenderness of your touch is enough to make his heart stutter in his chest.

"Mmm...no reason."

- Leg Bouncing -

Whenever Albedo bounces his leg sitting at the Dragonspine workshop, a curse or two will slip out the moment his knee bangs against the wood.

Even being considered short, the table has decided to lay just low enough for him to cause minor injury to himself.

Shaking his head, he rubs at his knee to rid himself of the dull ache before continuing his observations at hand.

- His Jacket -

Wait okay but like...what if he actually has different versions of the same jacket? They look virtually the same but there's some of lighter material for warmer days, 'standard' ones for day-to-day use, and heavier ones lined with warm, soft fabric to insulate heat when he's on Dragonspine.

Same with his tights. I do know for a fact that there are tights lined with fleece that are incredibly warm and comfortable!!

- Escapees -

"You need to be very quiet, alright?"

Once more in the dark of the night, Albedo finds himself awake within the walls of the Favonius Headquarters.

Now...Klee technically wasn't grounded, so technically escorting her out of the so called 'solitary confinement' wasn't against any rule. To be fair, the room itself also wasn't really that either, judging by the child-themed decor, soft bed, books littering the floor, and the little table that sits just off to the opposite side of the room.

So! Albedo was certain that there wasn't any harm in what he was doing.

Not that he wasn't still sneaking around on his little improvised rescue mission.

He looks back to Klee, the little girl now wide awake and hanging on to his hand tightly.

When the morning comes, he sighs, crouched sitting on one of the child-sized chairs in the solitary confinement room, Klee peacefully snoozing in bed.

If only Jean wasn't pulling an all-nighter last night as well.

- Very Early Breakfasts -

Klee wakes up to the smell of sweet berry jam and chocolate in the air.

Clumsily, she slips out from under the covers with Dodoco cradled in her arms, padding along the wooden floors on her way to the kitchen.

"Big brother...?" She rubs the sleep from her eyes waiting for him to turn around.

"Oh, good morning Klee-"

"What time is it?"

That, Albedo decided, was a very good question. Especially considering that he hadn't yet gone to sleep and instead shuffled through the kitchen in the early hours of the day to make pancakes. If he had to guess--and he took a quick peek out the window despite the darkness of the early morning lending no clue--he'd say it was nearing 4am.

"Early. Go ahead and sit down, breakfast is almost ready."

The plate is presented to her with a brilliant smile, the Chief Alchemist satisfied to be able to keep his promise with her to always share a meal. But...the fluffy pancakes and freshly made whipped cream were also a source of his brightened mood.

Even though he knew he'd have no time to sleep and pack for his next Dragonspine expedition, the lack of sleep was worth seeing the sudden widening of eyes and delighted giggle from his younger sibling.

He could always take a quick nap at the base camp, anyway.

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