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universe-on-her-shoulders · 4 months

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Prompt: Martha Jones spots The Fourteenth Doctor around London doing a mundane thing like food shopping. Thank you :)

At first, Martha wasn’t sure. It wasn’t that she didn’t recognise him; she’d know that hair and that side profile anywhere, even if he was now clad in jeans and a short-sleeved shirt instead of the long coat she’d been so used to. He was holding a jar of jam, reading the ingredients with bright interest, as though it were the most normal thing in the world to be in Tesco Express at ten o’clock on a Thursday night shopping for preserves; the basket beside him contained further mundanities like bread and milk, and she was so baffled by all of this that she tried to tell herself that it wasn’t him. It couldn’t possibly be him. He was a Time Lord, for god’s sake; he didn’t do dull things like buy pints of semi-skimmed milk or reduced Kingsmill white loaves.

But then he turned away from the shelf, sticking the jar in his basket, and the look on his face took her breath away. For several seconds she surveyed him as he continued to be unaware of her presence, and she tried to put her finger on what had changed. It was the eyes, she thought; there had been so many ghosts behind them when she’d first known him, and now he looked almost… well, serene. Calm. There were no spectres weighing heavily on his shoulders; there was no lingering pain in the easy, contented expression on his face as he scooped up his basket from his feet – still clad in Converse, because some things could never change – and then finally caught sight of her.

“Oh,” he said, the syllable hanging in the air between them for a moment, and she couldn’t read it; was he pleased to see her? Angry? Sad? Guilty? Was he about to cut and run? Then he beamed from ear to ear, really sincerely beamed, and held out his arms to her for – no, that couldn’t be right. He wanted a hug? Since when had he been a hugger? “Martha Jones!”

“Doctor,” she said reservedly, looking him up and down; he was older than he’d been since she last saw him, but all of the tension and impatient anxiety that he’d held within him seemed to have dissipated in the interceding years. Questions crowded her mind; questions about time and space and clothes and the air of contentment and – “Why are you in Tesco in Richmond?”

“Oh,” he said again, with dawning comprehension. “We’re out of bread.”

“Who’s ‘we’?” she asked, unable to stop herself.

“Oh,” he repeated for a third time, then ran a hand through his hair before chancing a glance at the checkouts, and for one awful moment she thought he might be about to bolt. “It’s sort of a long story, actually. Why don’t we pay and find a pub, or something? Unless you’ve got somewhere to be… is Mickey expecting you?”

“He can wait,” she said with amusement, irrationally touched that he’d remembered. “Yeah, alright. Let’s pay.”

“Why are you in Tesco in Richmond?” he enquired, flipping the question back on her with some of the old cheekiness that she was used to. “That’s the real question.”

“Staying with mum for a few weeks while we have the kitchen redone,” she told him as they headed towards the self-checkouts; she started scanning her items while he did the same at an adjacent terminal, and she half expected him to sonic it, or in some way cheat it – space cubes, or god knows what else – but instead he took out an honest-to-god wallet and tapped a perfectly normal credit card on the reader. Her surprise must have shown, because he shot her a sidelong grin as he bundled up his groceries in a canvas tote bag and hefted it onto his shoulder as she swiped her Clubcard and did the same.

“Bit different to the old days, isn’t it?” he said ruefully, and she laughed.

“Yeah, never had you down as a wallet sort of man.”

“It was a present. I lost my last four credit cards.”

“That sounds more like you.”

#asks #drabbles #fourteenth doctor #martha jones #i loved this one #it's become a longer piece but here's a snippet!

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mynahx3 · 2 months

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One Moment Was All It Took

Helloo!! This is a blerp inspired by @envy-of-the-apple Yandere! Satoru Soulmate Headcanon. I wanted to write a little something inspired by it. Hope you enjoy! There will be more parts to the story, hehehehe >;3 This story will be dark!! MDNI** Warning to those that are uncomfortable with obsessive love, proceed at your own risk. Masterlist

Satoru never planned on coming to that cafe; it was a last minute option because his favorite was closed for renovations. It was the closest place on his way to Jujutsu Tech that made his morning strawberry croissant with coffee (more like a pound of sugar and milk). Now, he thought, as he walked, he couldn’t be happier with the detour.

He stood to the side with the other people in the morning rush, each one waiting for their caffeine to start the day. Hearing his order number, he goes to get his food, still texting someone on his phone. While reaching for it, he came into contact with someone who was also not paying attention. The woman jumped when she felt another hand grab hers, looking up to see a tall man with white hair and a blindfold. She apologized to the man with an awkward laugh. Not thinking anything of the contact between them, but to him, it was a moment that changed his entire being.

Looking at her with wide eyes after quickly removing his blindfold, he was taken aback. This was the only person who had evaded his Six Eyes and Limitless technique without even trying. She was just a nobody, albeit a cute one, a civilian with no cursed energy whatsoever. Time was slowing down for him. as he gazed at her in disbelief. He couldn't shake the feeling that their meeting was no mere coincidence. The realization left him both exhilarated and terrified at the same time, knowing that their fates were now intertwined in ways he couldn't yet comprehend. He'd heard stories about Jujutsu sorcerers finding their soulmates who were immune to their techniques, but he never believed them.

He was engrossed in their eyes; the steaming coffee was left untouched on the counter. She remained in place, clear as day. The rest of the world, with its blinding brightness and sheer detail, almost gave him a migraine. For once, he had to actually look at someone to see them—not just a mass of cursed energy and molecules; he truly saw them. Their face is a breath of fresh air for the man.

“Sorry bout that.” She smiled, handing him his paper bag with his pastry. Their hands touched once more as he took it from her. The mere contact sent lightning down his spine from his fingers, and goosebumps formed along his arms. She was in casual attire, and her hands were soft and warm. “I thought I heard them call my number.”

She's adorable. Gazing down at her with his usual endearing expression, he muses.

“You’re fine.” He smiled, continuing to look over her, taking all of her in. His heart thumped loudly in his chest; he was scared she could hear it.

She smiles softly and nods to him before returning to wait for her own food, believing their interaction had ended. Ignoring the way he watched her, she fidgeted with her sleeve from his intense gaze. To her relief , the barista called out her number a second later. She quickly grabbed her food and walked away, nodding him goodbye politely with a soft smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. One that sent a shiver down his spine at the sight.

Satoru watched as she left, turning on his heel to go after the woman with haste, leaving his food behind. He wanted to know more about her. No, he needed to. Blood pumped in his veins as he ran behind her, easily moving through the crowd. Not one person was able to touch him, all except for her. Grabbing her hand, he turned her to him a bit roughly. This surprised her greatly, making her gasp in shock at him.

“You're really pretty. Would I be able to get your number?” Satoru asked, looking at the woman with anticipation, still holding her hand. He liked how her hand felt in his. With an awkward smile, she tries to take her hand back, pulling slightly to be free. He gives in, letting her hand fall back to her side.

“Thank you, sir… You seem nice, but… I have a fiancé." She tells him, raising her left hand for him to see. On her ring finger was a pathetic, small stone with a silver band. Something he knew he could do better than a million times over. Still, he didn't relent, stepping closer to her.

"I can be better." He boldly stated this, stepping closer again. Her eyes widened in surprise at his audacity, unsure of how to respond to his persistence. The tension between them grew as she struggled to maintain her composure. Clearly nervous, she fiddled with her ring, pursing her lips together at the stranger.

"I appreciate the interest, but I have to respectfully decline." She told him, stepping back from him. The obvious discomfort seen in her eyes and body language made it clear that she was not interested in his advances. He visibly deflates at this, his jaw clenching at the rejection. Brows furrowing as he looked down at her.

"Don't you even want to get to know me?" His tone was teasing as he tilted his head, his blue eyes analyzing her. His hands were going into his pockets as he smiled down at her.

She shook her head, looking to the side as the busy commuters walked around them, making her more anxious as she fidgeted with her ring. A few people looked their way as they stood in the middle of the sidewalk, clearly annoyed by the obstruction.

"I'm sure you're a great guy, but I'm just not interested," she replied firmly. Looking back up at him, she gasped, not expecting him to be towering over her so quickly, having only looked away for a second. His intense gaze made her shake more, her gut telling her to run. She steps back slightly, looking up at him with wide eyes. His large hand moved to cup her cheek, the other resting on her waist, a little too low for her liking.

"Cute." He smiles, revealing a row of perfectly straight teeth, his blue eyes wide. "I like a challenge," he added, sending a chill down her spine.

Frowning, she slapped his hand from her face and pushed him away, confident he wouldn't do anything else with the people surrounding them. Her patience ran thin at his insistence, despite her clear discomfort. She squared her shoulders, meeting his gaze with defiance.

"I'm not interested," she stated firmly, hoping he would finally get the message and leave her alone.

"I don't like being told no." He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her ear. "I always get what I want," he whispered, causing her heart to race with fear. She took a step back, trying to maintain her composure and not show any sign of weakness in front of him.

"I suggest you respect my boundaries and leave me alone," she said, her voice small but firm. "I'm not someone you can manipulate or intimidate."

His smile faded slightly at her words, but he didn't back down.

"We'll see about that," he replied, his tone ominous. Turning on her heel, the woman left the stranger quickly, shaking her head at the weird encounter that made her feel uneasy. His eyes follow her form as she escapes into the sea of people, laughing a little at the sight. Whistling as he pulled out her ID and twirled it around his fingers, he took a look at her name and address.

"I'll see you real soon." Satoru smiled, tucking her ID into his pocket.

#jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #yandere gojo x reader #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere gojo satoru #yandere imagines #soulmate au #reader insert #yandere gojo x you #yandere jjk #One Moment Was All It Took

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fetishfairytales2 · 2 months

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Besties 6 (Story)

This was originally written as a continuation of a story by @wittlesissyb4by called Besties. Check out all their fantastic stories on Tumblr and SubscribeStar.

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Besties 6: Alone with Ms. Lyndsey

“Heather, seriously?” I laughed; “is Connor really cool with all of this? Cause I know he’s not, y’know…” Heather laughed in response, walking out of the nursery, back to her bedroom. "No, he’s too much of a real man to give a shit about that," she snickered, pointing to Brandon, "Brandi just has a tight little ass that could milk a big dick and Connor likes to fuck it occasionally!"

Heather went back into the bathroom to wrap things up, leaving me alone with Brandi. "Connor gets it," she called out. "Sometimes I just want him to tear into Brandi’s ass because I get off on seeing it." There was a moment of silence. "Other times, Daddy Connor just wants to show her who the real man is in this household."

"Does Brandi like it?" I couldn't help but ask even though I already knew the answer. Heather emerged from the bathroom, rocking a killer outfit with her tight trench coat and those red heels, looking like a total babe. She had the biggest grin on her face. "The real question is," she giggled, "does she even have a choice? Now, Brandi, I'm heading out. You better behave for Ms. Lyndsey, be a good girl. Don't forget, if I hear any complaints, Daddy will find out!"

She turned and gave me a wicked grin. "He'll be getting punished either way, good girl or not. But if she acts up, let me know. I'll send you all the deets and instructions. Don’t forget, her dinner's in the fridge. Oh and do me a solid, share all the pics and vids I send you tonight with Brandi. She loves seeing Mommy's naughty side during my date nights!" She hugged me and lightly tapped Brandi's butt before strutting out of the room with a smirk.

I couldn't help but smirk as I saw Brandon, the man who was once so full of himself, reduced to nothing but a pathetic little sissy in a frilly dress and diaper, forced to face the consequences of his asshole behavior. I loved that my best friend had made it all happen. She took away his power, his pleasure, his whole life. I bet she wasn't done yet either. "Oh, look how far Brandi has fallen," I taunted as I grabbed his hair and pulled his head up to meet my gaze. "But don't worry, we can make you sink even further."

"You, like, have noooo idea how much shit I'm about to put you through, baby bitch," I cackled, eyeing Sissy Brandi's pathetic little frame. I pivoted, checking myself out in the mirror. This situation called for a whole different vibe. I came dressed down to Heather's place, but now it's time to bring out the big guns. I rummaged through her drawers until I found the perfect thing: a sexy black lingerie set.

Turning to Brandi, I couldn't resist poking fun at his sorry excuse for masculinity. "Heather and I have been swapping clothes and men since college," I said with a sly smile, knowing how much that would hurt his fragile ego. "All of them way better than you, of course." I held up the lingerie set and let him squirm in embarrassment. "But hey, some things never change, right?" I could practically hear him whimpering under that gag, clueless to what was happening behind him. Tossing the lingerie onto the bed, I couldn't wait to see his reaction.

I ran my perfectly manicured nails through Brandi's hair, feeling him tremble as I whispered, "Relax sweetheart, we have all night to play. No need to get too worked up just yet." A sharp slap on his ass made him squirm with anticipation as I continued my search, this time in the nightstand.

I pretended to be all innocent, asking with a sly smirk on my face, "Hm, I wonder if your mommy has any fun toys hiding in here?" I couldn't help but laugh as I found the handcuffs and the Hitachi wand, more evidence of Heather's kinky side. I turned again to Brandon with a smug look, ready to ruin his night.

"Anti-crucio!" I yelled, watching as Brandi immediately spun around to face me. My grin couldn't get any bigger as I twirled the handcuffs on my finger. "You have 12 seconds of freedom, just to hear how screwed you are, Brandi," I gloated, poking my finger into his chest.

#humili sissi

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viburnt · 4 months

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Just brainstorming a little because I have writer's block. Anyway, @angelshimaa you are my Krishima content tester. Do you like it? Would you add smth?

Knight! Kirishima who became a knight because he used to hear stories as a child about these men and their bravado; he grew up wishing to be as manly and heroic as them, following the example of his favorite knight "Crimson Riot". His closest friend, a maiden from the kingdom called Mina, had encouraged him to follow his dream, and so he ended up serving the king.

Knight! Kirishima who liked to train until late, and was too focused on his sword practice to notice your curious eyes watching from afar. You were a maiden from the castle, serving the royalty was your job, but whenever you saw Kirishima swinging his heavy weapon, you wished your simple boring life cleaning bedrooms and tending petty errands could change.

Knight! Kirishima who has to endure long nights guarding the castle's gates no matter the weather. He would stand there facing the unbending nature of the environment: wind, coldness, storm! And you? You couldn't help but admire him, sneaking out of your humble chambers to leave a basket of bread, meat, and milk for him to eat while he was on duty. Kirishima could never see your face due to the lack of light the night would bring, but the sound of your voice was enough to keep him awake during the rare moments he could rest.

Knight! Kirishima whose heavy armor clinks and clanks when he enters the castle's kitchen in search for the maiden that has been taking care of him every night for months now. His rough but kind face makes all the women and men in the room weak on their knees, but none of them was the person he was looking. They didn't have your voice at all!

Knight! Kirishima who, even after years of training and facing fearsome battles and enemies, is scared that he might not find you around the castle. Specially after your little nightly deliveries stopped arriving. He wonders if you were caught and reprimanded for giving him extra food, or worse, what if you were seeing a knight that wasn't him!

Knight! Kirishima who feels excited after he hears your voice during one of his patrols around the kingdom's market. His ruby eyes dart in every direction until he finally finds you talking with no other than his best friend, Mina. He buys some flowers from a little boy and rushes by your side, startling you. Mina looks at him and then to you, and with a knowing smile excuses herself and leaves.

Knight! Kirishima who makes your cheeks warm when he let's you hold his helmet during his breaks and even teaches you a thing or two about sword fighting! He even buys you fancy clothing to attend to ball dances with you, or at least, pretend to attend since only royalty was allowed inside.

Knight! Kirishima that wants a lucky kiss before he heads on a mission, because that way he knows your heart is waiting for him. He is so enamored that, he makes you promise that if he comes back victorius, he could have your hand in marriage.

Knight! Kirishima that asks the King to bless his union with you, and is allowed to do so in the castle's garden with his peers. He can't hold back the tears when he sees your modest white dress and your pretty face behind that thin veil. He does feel like he is in a fairy tale.

#my hero academia #kirishima mha #kirishima eijiro #kirishima x reader

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fitzs-trained-monkey · 1 year

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Disorderly Conduct

Series: Crimes and Misdemeanors

Word Count: 10,000

Warnings: Esther herself is a freaking warning, some more non-consensual stuff... like biting. Graphic imagery and maybe some language.

Summary: (Sequel to Vandal) Kol Mikaelson had insisted he was your friend. He had insisted you could trust him. That boy's lies just keep compounding. || Kol x HOH!reader || Here lies my Masterlist

A/N: This may have to be the last thing I write for a while. I just got my first job - it's full time and I'm having a bit of a hard time adjusting from having all the time in the world to having like two hours. I'm really sorry to those who have made requests. I hope to get around to them eventually.

Story Begins Below

Hunger…

Looking into his eyes, you saw only hunger. Dark, unnatural, insatiable hunger. There was no soul in them. Only a wicked, animalistic craving.

It wasn't supposed to be like that. He wasn't supposed to be like that.

You had thought Kol's eyes to be empty pits when first you'd met him, but that had changed the closer the two of you became. His eyes weren't supposed to be dark or empty when they looked at you. Kol's eyes were supposed to be warm, full of life and light, and something that always threatened to make your knees buckle. His eyes were supposed to be like steaming hot chocolate - inviting, comforting, something to warm your stomach and ease your troubled heart.

Kol wasn't supposed to eye you as though he craved to ravish you and leave your corpse on the street to rot. That boy was supposed to hold you close, watching over you as if he would be content to do so forever.

You remembered how he'd looked at you the night before. Sitting atop your kitchen counter, with Kol between your legs, his hands on your hips, gripping you just right. You remembered how he'd looked at you then. When he'd said your parents couldn't take you away from him.

He'd looked hungry then too, but not like this. His eyes had been so warm and gentle. Those were the eyes of a sweet boy who cared about you.

These were the eyes of a monster.

Infinitely more disturbing was the sense that you'd seen him this way before. This very same image had flashed through your imagination too many times to count. You'd sketched it out - the blackness that consumed his eyes, spreading out through cracks down his porcelain cheeks. With pencil and paper, you had shaded his petal-soft lips and the vicious razor-sharp fangs behind them. You had never seen, yet you had known.

How could you possibly have known?

Vaguely, as though from far away, you heard yourself scream.

Tears stung your eyes, blurring your vision, and you watched in horror as the monster bared its teeth - its terrible, flesh-shredding teeth - and reached for you. A helpless sob escaped your throat and you felt your feet stumbling back - numb and useless. The world lurched sideways as your foot slipped off the last step of his front porch. Your ankle rolled from under you, and you cried out as you collapsed onto the gravel driveway. Pain seared white hot in your ankle but you ignored it and scrambled back, heedless of the gravel beneath you as it shredded your palms.

Anything to get away from that freak.

Then the monster froze in its pursuit. Its pale hand dropped harmlessly to its side and you watched as those deadly canines receded. The ravenous blackness in his eyes faded until soft, milk chocolate stared down at you... and there stood your friend again.

Your breath hitched in your throat.

Kol was right there - with messy hair and soft eyes, just as sweet as he was supposed to be. You wanted to run to him, wanted to let him hold you, wanted to bask in the comfort he always provided. He was the one who had believed you. He was the one to reassure you - who had promised you weren't crazy. And all along, lurking under his skin, was a monster itching to tear you apart.

Before a tear could slip down your face, a soft breeze fluttered through your hair and you felt yourself being hauled to your feet. Kol's warm, familiar arms wrapped themselves around your back and you shrieked as he pulled you into his chest.

"No! No, let me go!" You tried to push yourself away but you would have had better luck attempting to escape an iron cage. With a soft sigh, the boy lowered his head, tucking his face into the crook of your neck. You couldn't stop shaking. "Please-"

Kol shushed your protests and tears rolled down your cheeks as his perfectly soft lips found your pulse. He kissed you sweetly - gentle and chaste. You whimpered, chest heaving with unsteady breaths, and he held you tighter. Kol kissed you again, a little slower this time, a little less chaste. Your breaths evened out a little, turning to small, quickened puffs of mist in the early morning air.

"It's okay, my sweet. You don't have to be afraid," Kol murmured into your skin. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"But you're-"

"Not human?" He guessed. Kol smiled against your neck before kissing your pulse again. "No, I'm not."

You couldn't help it. Kol had always had this near-magical effect. He made you feel safe. You relaxed just a fraction and his arms tightened around you.

"You-you don't… You don't wanna hurt me?"

The boy chuckled, a darkly amused rumble you could feel in his chest.

"I don't believe that's what I said."

You stiffened, but Kol shook his head, rubbing your back soothingly before you could work yourself up to panicking again. He shushed you quietly and left two more kisses against your throat.

"No need to get so worked up, darling. I said I won't hurt you. It's a conscious choice," He whispered. "I don't intend to change it."

You could take that comfort for the moment. Fisting his shirt, you let yourself melt into his arms - you couldn't escape him anyway. What point was there in fighting?

You felt him tug on the sleeve of your hoodie, drawing the fabric off your shoulder. He skimmed his lips over the exposed skin with all the pressure of an autumn breeze. You pressed yourself closer to him and he returned the favor, humming contentedly. His sweet as caramel butterfly kisses made you want to forget everything you'd seen. Because how could this kind, attentive friend of yours be a killer?

His hands dropped down to your hips. There was no telling how many people he'd hurt - how many he'd killed. Yet, you let him touch you anyway. You just couldn't seem to run from him - not when you had nowhere to run to. How pathetic was that?

"All this time… All those people?" You hissed, squeezing your eyes shut. The thought turned your stomach. "It was all you?"

Kol inhaled sharply and a tiny, dazed part of your brain was surprised he reacted at all. He shook his head vehemently, fingers digging into your hips - into the bruises he'd left the day before. It hurt.

"No," He promised. "No, that wasn't me. I haven't killed anyone… i-in this town anyway."

So he had killed. Your only friend was a murderer.

You sniffed, shaking your head. The boy groaned.

"Darling, please don't be upset? Listen, you've done nothing wrong-"

"-You're a murderer," You cut him off with a bitter laugh. "Yet, I'm still here. That's wrong."

"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I've been asleep for nearly one hundred years. I swear I haven't killed anyone since I woke up."

"That doesn't mean anything." A choked sob escaped your lips and you fisted his shirt tighter, fingernails digging into your palms. "You were supposed to be my friend!"

"I don't want to be your friend." He pushed his nose into your hair, inhaling deeply. "I want more from you than that."

"I don't care what you want," You seethed. "All you've ever done is lie!"

"That's not true," He insisted. "I could have let you think you were mad, but I didn't."

"And now what?" You demanded. "You want me to stick around? Trust you?"

The boy hummed, pleased. "That would be ideal, yes."

"This is just some sick game to you, isn't it?" The thought hurt.

"It was," He said, nodding slightly, rubbing his cheek against your hair. "Not anymore though, otherwise, I'd have killed you by now."

You laughed but there was no humor in it. "Oh yeah? And what makes me just so special?"

"I think I'll leave you to find that out for yourself," The boy said with a smirk. "For now, it suffices me to say that you're interesting, fun, and I like your attitude."

"Tell you what," He said, chuckling. "Give me five days. You can stay here, and I can prove I mean you no harm."

"And we're back to this again - I'm just supposed to trust you? Right off the bat?"

"What? No!" You protested. "I can't just… stay in your house!"

"Why not? My family's loaded," He reasoned, shrugging. "Besides, the way I see it, you really don't have anywhere else to go. Unless you want to check into the loony bin?"

You bit your lip. He had you there.

"And what happens after five days?" You asked.

"If all goes well, you give me your trust, and I'll give you the best night of your life."

You didn't have to see his face to hear the smirk in his voice. Despite everything, his cheeky flirting still made you laugh. It was a little hysterical, born from shock, residual fear, and prominent sleep deprivation, but it was there nonetheless. After all, it wasn't much of a choice you had to make. You could either take Kol's offer or check yourself into the loony bin and let a bunch of doctors pump you full of drugs until your best friend became nothing more than a bad dream.

Both options sounded like a death trap. At least being eaten by a vampire was a cool way to die.

Reaching up, you hesitantly wrapped your arms around him. It was Kol's turn to tense this time, as though he couldn't believe your actions could be real. Then the boy's shoulders relaxed and his body curled around you a little further, almost protectively, though that seemed too good to be true. His voice quieted further, morphing into something reverent.

"I promise you can trust me," He vowed.

Perhaps he was lying.

But what choice did you have?

"Okay," You breathed. The boy hummed and you could feel him smile.

Lifting his head, Kol pressed a kiss to your temple and one to your cheek. He hesitated for a moment. You felt his warm, cinnamon breath ghost over your skin. Slowly, his lips settled onto your pulse again and he waited for your reaction. Your breath caught, but you didn't push him away. What surprised you was how tentative he was. Kol opened his mouth and slowly latched onto your sweet spot.

His lips lit your body on fire and you whimpered, knees buckling as he kissed you - slow and filthy and deep. He sucked roughly on your skin but somehow he made it feel sweet, going slow, being patient, easing up when you flinched - it felt like more of a message - more of a promise - than a demand for something. Tugging lightly on your hair, he urged you to tip your head back, and you obliged, granting him greater access.

"Good girl," He mumbled. His voice sent the butterflies in your stomach into a frenzy. Kol swept his tongue along your pulse and your insides felt like molten glass. You sighed. A few more seconds and you were sure to fall apart.

Then the enormous double doors behind him opened. Kol broke away from you with a groan, untangling his fingers from your hair. He flicked them in a casual wave to whoever stood behind him.

"G'morning, Mum!"

Your heart stuttered and your face flushed hotter than the sun. You were lucky the top of your head didn't pass his shoulder.

"Kol." The woman's voice was cold and sharp.

"How are we this fine morning?" His tone was nothing but innocent. Meanwhile, his hands dropped down to grab your thighs. In one swift movement, he hiked your legs up around his torso and held you like a little kid. Only then did he turn around. You buried your face in his shoulder with an embarrassed noise you couldn't define.

What an excellent first impression you were making!

"I certainly hope I didn't just hear this young lady scream," His mother said. She didn't sound very happy with him.

Kol simply shrugged. "Not yet, but the day's still young."

"What have you been up to?" She demanded.

"Nothing too nefarious, right love?" He nudged your cheek and you clutched into him tighter.

"Uhhh…." Words seemed utterly unattainable all of a sudden.

Kol laughed and kissed your cheek. "You'll have to forgive this one," He said. "She's a little shy." His fingers dug into your thighs and you jumped. He thought it was hilarious.

"Can this young woman not speak for herself?" Kol's mother asked, voice hardening even further if that were possible.

You shook your head in the most imperceptible motion you could. If the rest of his family was anything like he was, then it was probably best to act like a harmless plaything than an intelligent threat. Luckily, Kol seemed to get the message. Two taps against your left thigh followed by a subtle squeeze.

"Oh, she can!" He said - innocent as ever. "But we've only just come to an understanding and I'd rather not have you scaring her off."

"I see."

You got the feeling Kol didn't care for his mother all that much. Moreover, the feeling unfortunately seemed mutual.

"Who the bloody hell is this?" A new voice joined the conversation. This speaker was also feminine and she at least sounded alive, however, you had no plans of turning to face her.

"Nobody important," Kol replied. Your heart sank.

"That's Nobody Important?" The voice was oddly familiar. It took you a second to place it. Rebekah Mikaelson, Kol's sister. "Wait a second… is she the artist who drew all those messed-up pictures of everyone?" You couldn't help groaning. Rebekah laughed. "I take it that's a yes." She paused. "Does she know about…"

The boy grinned. "She's been informed."

"Ah." Rebekah nodded. "That was the screaming, I presume."

"Indeed, it's all sorted now though. Right, love?" He prompted, carding his fingers through your hair.

"Oh, uh… yeah." Perhaps your usual terse responses would be taken for stupidity. "We made a deal."

He nodded as though that was exactly what you were supposed to say.

"That we did. Y/N's going to be staying with us for a few days," He explained, swinging you back and forth a little bit with the cheekiest grin possible.

"Absolutely not," His mother said. You flinched and Kol's grip on you tightened as though this woman would try to take you away from him.

"Why?"

"I know you, my son," She answered coolly. "You kill, maim, and torture, reveling in the lives you end-"

As the woman spoke, images flashed through your head. They were blurry, out of focus - moving too quick to take in - but all of them were stained red. It was odd. Those images - they almost felt as though they didn't belong to you. It felt like watching through a window where the curtains are closed but not all the way. Distantly, you thought you heard Kol laugh… but that couldn't have been right because he was growling viciously. You shivered and he held onto you tighter.

"-I will not so much as consider housing a guest until you learn some semblance of control," She finished.

"My control is fine," Kol spat with contempt. Growing serious, he lowered you to the ground. Searing pain shot through your ankle as you absentmindedly rested weight on it. You flinched, wavering, and the boy shot you a concerned glance. You shook your head slightly and instead leaned into his side. Kol slipped his arm around your back to support you.

"I've yet to see evidence of that," His mother said. She waved a hand towards you. "This child can barely stand, Kol. What have you done to her?"

Your friend ground his teeth but you squeezed his arm.

"That was my fault, m'am," You spoke up. "I tripped. It was a misunderstanding."

Kol's mother narrowed her eyes, her expression pinched and sour. It wasn't hard to tell that she'd already judged you to be dim and unimportant with no more than a glance in your direction. Her golden blond hair matched the rest of her features - straight, rigid, and utterly impeccable. Studying her appearance, the artist in you kicked in. You supposed you could see the familial resemblance between mother and son in their facial structure, yet at the same time, the two couldn't have been more different. It was in the eyes, you thought. Kol's were milk chocolate - warm and playful. This woman’s were an arctic glacier - frigid and hard.

"I doubt you understand much of anything pertaining to my son," She said through tight lips. You blinked.

That was uncalled for.

You were relieved to note that you weren't the only one who thought so. Kol snarled and, standing beside her mother, Rebekah frowned.

"Mother, I don't think-" The girl began.

"Silence, Rebekah," Her mother commanded. The girl's mouth snapped shut. The woman's cold eyes flicked back to you. "What is your name, child?"

You swallowed thickly. "Y-Y/N, m'am."

"Y/N," She addressed. "My name is Esther. I am well aware of how charming my son can be when he so desires something, but heed this my warning. You do not know him. He cannot control himself and his lack of restraint will not make an exception for you."

"He's done a pretty good job so far." You weren't sure where the bite in your tone came from - it was unlike you - but you didn't regret it. You didn't like the way she talked about Kol, about her son. She spoke like he was nothing more than an animal - wild and ravenous. He was more than that. He was kind.

"Erase her memories and send her home. This meeting never happened." She moved to turn around, discouraging any further discussion.

A sardonic smile curled at the blonde woman's lips, but there was nothing friendly about it. She waved her hand dismissively. "I say again, you know nothing of what you speak. His patience is limited and as it wanes, his appetite for you will only grow. You are human; you will bleed and my son will attack. I gave my word to this village's authority to keep my children in line. I will not allow your life to end the same way as so many others." Just like that, she was done speaking to you, turning away as though you simply weren't worth her time. She redirected her attention to Kol.

"No!" The boy beside you snapped.

Esther paused. Slowly, her head turned to eye Kol over her shoulder. She raised a brow. For a tense moment that felt like an eternity, all was silent.

"No?" Her voice was clipped - a challenge and a warning. "You would defy me, my son?"

Rebekah's wide eyes flicked rapidly between her mother and brother worriedly. Out of the corner of her eye, she shot you a pitying glance but didn't attempt to speak up. Next to you, Kol stiffened and his fingers pressed into your waist. It shocked you to note that, incredulous as it seemed, Kol was terrified of this woman. You could almost taste it in the air - something tangy, copper… pain. But to his credit, he didn't back down.

"I gave my word she could stay," He said. His voice was firm but you could feel his hand trembling. "This whole bloody town believes her to be insane. Her own parents intend to send her to a lunatic asylum and it's my fault. I ruined her reputation and as much as I may wish I could fix it, I can't compel an entire town. This is the best I can do to make repremends."

He held that woman's cold, cold eyes for a full minute, unblinking, and you had to admire the sort of constitution such a display of sheer willpower would require. You wouldn't have been able to do that.

"It's true," Rebekah finally added, coming to her brother's aid. "All of it. Kol practically ruined the poor girl's life!"

You flinched. She was right, but you couldn't exactly dwell on that at the moment. The frying pan was the least of your worries so long as you remained in the fire.

Esther's gaze returned to you, wordlessly prompting you to voice your standing.

You nodded, opting to stare at her feet instead of her face. Her feet were intimidating enough. "They're right. I-I have nowhere else to go," You admitted in hardly more than a whisper. "Kol promised."

Esther's expression soured further. She glared at you as though you'd offered her insult in suggesting that her son might not be the foulest creature on the planet. He wasn't. He'd been kind, a good friend - and that was better than you received from most.

"You wouldn't make a liar out of me, would you?" Kol challenged, daring to proffer a self-satisfied smirk.

You were suddenly overwhelmingly grateful that looks did not, in fact, possess the potency required to kill. Otherwise, you were quite sure your life would have been rendered forfeit by the icy glare Esther sent your way.

"On the contrary." The woman smiled thinly. "It's about time you displayed a little honor, my son. I would do well to encourage this sort of behavior. Very well. Bring her inside."

Kol sent her the most glaringly false smile you'd ever seen.

"Thanks, Mum!" He held out his other arm for you to hold onto and you took it, wincing as tested a little weight on your left foot. Kol adjusted his grip on your waist to better take on most of your weight before he helped you up the front steps. "Take it easy, love. We'll get you something to eat… Oh, and mother?" He paused just before passing through the door. Esther hummed, facing him. He flashed her a sneer.

"You may be the architect of my curse, but you've been dead for one thousand years. Do not presume to know me or my limits."

Esther sculpted her expression into an approximation of something motherly. "Very well."

The rest of the day flew by in something of a shell-shocked haze. Kol made you breakfast, showed you around his house, and left you alone to stow your backpack full of essentials in a guest bedroom. After you finished with that, you sat on the unfamiliar bed, struggling to process everything you'd been exposed to in one day. You weren't sure how long you spent just staring off into space. It could have been minutes - it could have been hours.

A muffled noise drew you from your reverie and you looked up to see Rebekah's blonde head poking through the doorway. She smiled and you switched your hearing aids back on.

"Sorry, what?"

"My brothers and I were just about to play a game," She said, jabbing a thumb over her shoulder. "Kol thought it might be nice to invite you… since you haven't left this room in two hours. Would you like to join us?"

Two hours? That sure looked pathetic.

You stood, straightening your paint-stained hoodie. "Um, sure. What are you guys playing?"

Thankfully, your ankle had long since quit bothering you after Kol had made you some tea with breakfast. He'd said it would help your injury and sure enough, the swelling had gone down along with the pain.

"No idea!" She chirped. "Come on, everyone's waiting downstairs."

"O-okay."

Hugging your arms around yourself, you trailed after the deadly cheerleader as she skipped down to the first floor and into their kitchen which was easily as big as your entire house. Gathered there around a table that had to be made of mahogany, sat three men whose names you knew despite having never before met them. Rebekah moved to join them but you reached forward and caught her sleeve. She turned back, raising a brow.

Your voice faltered. "Um, w-where's Kol?"

"Allocating some playing cards," The only blond of the three men answered. He was sketching something - a portrait by the looks of it - the quality of which was exquisite. "He'll be back shortly."

Your mouth worked faster than your brain. "You guys don't have any playing cards?" You asked.

Another man, this one brunette and dressed in an expensive suit, tossed a hand in your direction. "You see, Niklaus? Even this one agrees."

The blond man, Niklaus, rolled his eyes.

"My apologies if I'm not overly fond of solitaire!"

The man in the suit huffed and turned to you. "I don't believe we've been formally introduced, I am Elijah," He said. You waved - stiff and awkward - prompting a twitch of his lips.

"Hi," You mumbled. "I'm Y/N Y/LN."

He nodded. "It's a pleasure to make your acquaintance." How old had Kol said he and his siblings were? This one certainly talked like he could be one thousand. "These are my brothers, Finn and Niklaus." He gestured to each of them.

"That's Klaus to you," The blond man snapped, rather irritably. "I suppose that makes you Kol's latest toy? I'd heard he'd brought another one home."

You stiffened. Even if you'd had the slightest clue how to respond to that, you were cut off before you had the chance.

"Another one?" The other brunette - Finn - snorted. "You say that as if it's typical for our brother's playthings to last this long." He turned to you, eyes hard and unreadable. "Can you sing?"

The sudden topic change threw you.

"Uh…" You blinked. "N-no more than other people, I think?"

Finn hummed, eyes returning to his book. "Not like Dolcina then."

"Finn-"

Elijah held up a hand, cutting off his sister's warning. "This is important, why?"

"Inquiring after our little brother's type, are we, Finn?" Klaus added with a smirk.

The eldest of the siblings scoffed. "Our brother's type is anything with a pulse. Dolcina was merely the only other of his dalliances to survive long enough to meet the rest of us." He shot you a sour glance out of the corner of his eye. "Seeing as they have nothing in common, I doubt this one will fare much better."

As your eyes connected for the briefest second, it was like something out of a dream. An overwhelming rush of noise and color flooded your thoughts. The impressions felt like memories, but they weren't - at least, not yours.

Just as before, it was sounds at first, beginning with a voice - a pleasant song that morphed into a shrill scream. Distantly, you caught the notes of a hauntingly familiar, musical laugh - something like a bubbling spring. Innocent, boyish laughter. Soft words whispered to a dying girl. Warm hands. A vice-like grip.

Blooming like impressions in watercolor, a face you'd never seen before rendered itself in your imagination. Tresses of golden blonde hair spilled out over a stone surface - the flooring of a Catholic monastery, though you weren't sure how you knew that. Glazed, dead eyes stared up endlessly, their crystal blue shade contrasting starkly with the scarlet hues staining her throat and soaking through her once pure white dress. More bite marks littered her arms, chest, and back and those were just the ones you could see. You didn't want to know how many were covered by her clothes. A rosary hung from the mutilated mess that was her neck - she was meant to be a nun one day.

You saw petal-soft lips stained with red and black abyssal eyes. Dark, tousled hair with hints of caramel catching the fading sunlight. A charming smile and dagger-like teeth.

You gasped and the images faded. The unbidden daydream lasted mere heartbeats but each one felt to you like an eternity.

What had you just seen?

You didn't realize how much you were trembling until Rebekah wrapped an arm around your shoulders. "Cut it out, Finn. You're scaring the poor thing!"

You snapped your head to her, eyes wide. She frowned and rubbed your arm soothingly but you were already halfway to a panic attack.

"Good," The man said dryly. "She could use a little common sense." He shook his head, mumbling under his breath, "Foolish girl."

The condescension in his tone was tangible enough to cut with a knife and with how hot your temper flared at his implication, you were surprised you refrained from attacking him. Of course trusting your life to the hands of a vampire wasn't the smartest course of action. You knew that! You simply didn't have any other choice! Yet he had the audacity to assume you were doing this because of some childish crush?

He assumed he could see through you. He didn't know anything.

You were glad your shaking fists could still pass for the nerves of a timid teenager.

Before you could come up with a retort, Klaus' head shot up - alert. "Incoming." He pointed. Seconds later, Kol appeared in the doorway. Quite literally. It was as though he materialized out of thin air.

"I got it!" He announced, holding a deck of cards aloft victoriously. "Now can we decide what we're playing, please?"

"Oh, oh! Poker?" Rebekah suggested with a mischievous glint in her eyes.

The dark-haired boy moved to your side, wrapping an arm around your waist. He pressed a kiss to your temple before guiding you to sit beside him at the table where he took your hand, lacing his fingers with yours.

Across from you, Elijah grimaced. "No thank you, sister. I believe I owe you and Kol enough favors already."

"That's only because you can't bluff, mate," Kol assured, whipping the cards from the box. "I'm sure you'll get better at it in another thousand years or so."

He split the deck to begin shuffling but Elijah reached out and snatched them from his hands.

"I may make a poor bluff," He said, quickly layering the cards both forward and back. "But you are a flagrant cheat."

"I am not!"

"You count cards and rig the deck. That's cheating."

"And that's why I prefer Baccarat," Kol countered.

"My point still stands."

"Besides," Klaus added, sounding bored. He gestured to you, "this one's got nothing to wager." Then he paused and raised a brow, smirking. "Unless, of course, you'd be willing to tap a vein, love."

Under the table, you clasped Kol's hand and that boy could count himself lucky that he was superhumanly durable as he'd explained to you earlier. The pressure of your grip turned your knuckles as pale as your face. He gave you a reassuring squeeze in return and your trembling lessened slightly. Perhaps it was foolish to take comfort from him, but of the murderers surrounding you, at least he was the most familiar.

"Don't be an ass, Nik." Kol scowled, pulling your chair a little closer to his.

Klaus just shrugged. "Just making a suggestion," He said. The expression he wore was that of a very satisfied wolf. "No need to get so uptight, brother. After all, what's a friendly game of poker without some interesting stakes?"

An uncomfortable blush warmed your cheeks as you bit your lip, shrinking in your seat. On your other side, Rebekah huffed.

"Quit being creepy - all of you!" She demanded. "Bloody hell. Elijah, back me up on this!"

The man in the suit didn't so much as glance up from the cards he was shuffling.

"I would if I thought my doing so would make a difference, sister," He said in a tone so dry you might mistake the humor in it for a mirage. "Please excuse my brother's lack of tact, Miss. L/N. Finn is anxious and uncomfortable in his new surroundings whereas Niklaus, I believe, is jealous that Kol seems to have made a friend."

"I'm not jealous," Klaus grumbled. "I'm suspicious."

"Paranoid," Elijah corrected. He continued shuffling. Had you not been quite so intimidated, confused, and agitated, you might have noted that his shuffling was likely better than some dealers on the Las Vegas strip.

"What's your favorite card game, Y/N?" Rebekah asked. Her's was likely an attempt to put you at ease and though failed, you appreciated it all the same.

"Oh, um…" Tucking a strand of hair back behind your ear, you thought for a moment, searching through your brain for games that five immortal siblings might find entertaining. You arrived at a surprising conclusion. "Do you guys know how to play B.S?"

An hour later, after explaining the rules, the six of you were on your second game.

"One King," You lied, laying the four of hearts face down on the pile of cards stacked in the center of the table.

Kol eyed you for a moment but didn't call you out. He withdrew a selection of cards from his hand and followed suit.

"Three aces," He said evenly.

"Bullshit!" Klaus called around a mouthful of pretzels. Apparently, a bottle of whiskey and three bowls of salted bread twists were what qualified as a viable evening meal in this house. You weren't going to question it, though you opted for a bowl of cereal instead.

"Alright." Kol shrugged, smirking. "Go ahead and check then."

"Rebekah put down an ace on her first turn," Klaus reasoned. "You really expect me to believe that out of six other people, you just so happen to have the other three?"

You glanced down at your cards and frowned. You held the ace of clubs. So either Kol had managed to slip an ace up his sleeve - which would hardly reward him in this game - or someone was lying. (Not exactly surprising considering that was the whole point.)

Kol leaned back in his chair, smug as a bug. "Seems like you've got me all figured out."

"Are you going to call it or not?" Elijah pressed.

Klaus narrowed his eyes. "I'm calling it."

Grinning, Kol reached forward and flipped the top three cards of the deck face-up. There sat the ace of diamonds, the ace of spades, and the ace of hearts.

"Read 'em and weep, Nik."

"Bloody hell, that's half the deck."

"And it's all yours."

Klaus groaned and, as per the rules, took the whole stack into his hand.

"This is what happens when you suspect everyone of bullshit," Elijah chided, laying down two cards to start a fresh pile. "Two twos."

"I suspect everyone because everyone is suspect!" The blond exclaimed, reorganizing his now enormous hand. "Looking through this, I don't think Rebekah's played a legitimate card this whole game!"

"Hey! I have too!" She claimed. "There's a three in there somewhere."

"Not where it's supposed to be," He retorted. Then the hybrid jabbed a finger in your direction. "And you-" He emphasized. You jumped just a little. "-are lucky your heart is already racing just as fast as a rabbits, otherwise, I could have called you out for half of this."

You tried your best to smile, shrugging.

You continued playing until the rest of Kol's siblings called for a mercy rule having lost to Finn nine times out of thirteen. Elijah cleaned up the cards and Rebekah was kind enough to bid you goodnight as you quietly announced that you would be heading to bed.

It startled you when Kol materialized by your side once you were halfway up the stairs and you nearly tripped. Luckily, he reacted and placed a steadying hand on the small of your back, flashing you an almost apologetic smile. Silence stretched on between you as he walked you - like an old-fashioned gentleman - back to the guest bedroom he'd designated was yours for the time being. It wasn't awkward, but he'd reached to hold your hand and you had shied away from his touch, wrapping your arms around yourself instead.

Reaching the cream-colored door, he held it open for you, smirking in that infuriatingly cheeky way of his. "My lady…" He waved you inside and you flushed, ducking your head as you passed by him.

The second you were fully within the room, Kol kicked the door shut behind him and brushed past you before flopping back onto the bed. The rapid movement made you flinch.

He looked up at you expectantly with those big, brown, puppy-dog eyes of his, smiling. A chill ran down your spine as you took in the sight. Though you didn't understand how, the fact remained: you had seen things - glimpses of horrors you didn't want to fathom. Yet, trying to equate this sweet boy with the ravenous monster you knew was lurking beneath his skin was like trying to compare a baby fox to a Panzer.

How were you supposed to keep yourself safe if you couldn't see him as a threat? His true face was monstrous but by the time his fangs came out it would be too late for you. In front of you, all you could see was your friend. But what of his family's warnings?

The teasing, enthusiastic smile faded from his lips. He sat up and his brows drew together with concern. "Darling, is something the matter?"

You stood hardly a step from the doorway - stiff and unsure - rubbing your wrist nervously.

"I-I, uh… It's nothing," You told him, trying to smile reassuringly.

"Really?" Kol raised a brow. You hummed and he narrowed his eyes. "That's odd, because you look like you've seen a ghost."

A heavy sigh escaped your lungs. You'd been holding it in all day.

"You've been a good, uh, friend to me, Kol." You paused. "Well… sort of. Y-You're trying to make up for it, I know. Point is, I don't wanna hurt your feelings."

It was a bit of a surprise to note that, not only did you want to avoid going to a mental health institution, but you also didn't want to see the smile slip from that boy's face. You liked it when he smiled.

He got to his feet and took a step toward you. "Love, I-"

A mess of blonde hair and blood flickered behind your eyes. You could almost see the blood on his hands.

Drawing a shuddering breath, you shuffled back a few places, half-hoping you might meld yourself into the wall if you tried hard enough. Kol stopped, eyes wide with first confusion and then hurt.

"Darling, I'm not… I'm not going to hurt you. Remember?"

"You say that." You shook your head. "But five other people are telling me the opposite."

His jaw clenched, and he nodded bitterly. "Do you believe them?" He asked.

"I don't want to."

Kol met your eyes for a moment and it happened again.

You saw green, a forest surrounding you. Trembling hands, warm and slick with blood. A searing pain like nothing you'd ever felt twisted your stomach and traveled upward, burning your throat. You heard a voice, alien in its vulnerability but familiar all the same. Words of a language you didn't understand flowed out in oceans of choked sobs - a cry for help, though you shouldn't have known that.

And no one ever came.

Kol cursed and tore his eyes away. The connection broke and you blinked away the afterimages burned into your memories.

"I asked you for five days," He said, voice wavering. "Will you grant them to me?"

"I don't know…"

"I understand that you're frightened and confused, but you have to give me a chance," He insisted. That boy's eyes darkened. "You're not supposed to be like everyone else."

He had to use your own words against you.

"I'm trying not to be." Shuffling your feet, you took one step away from the wall. The smile he sent you was strained but it was there all the same as he reached out to offer you his hand. You took it and he tugged you toward the bed where he sat down again. Your cheeks burned and your stomach did backflips - fear mixed with something entirely different. His smile and hands were gentle as he guided you to straddle his lap. Your hands settled naturally on his shoulders and you were pleasantly surprised when he rested his own respectfully on your waist.

"Y/N, my love, I know this is a lot to take in," He said, looking you in the eyes. "But from the very beginning, I haven't changed. You met me as I am right now. Now, I know things can't go back to how they were, but you don't have to act as though I'm someone else."

You'd never been afraid to share exactly what was on your mind with your best friend. Kol was still that boy.

You bit your lip, nodding. When you spoke, your voice came out quiet and hoarse.

"So if I told you the truth and said that even though I know I should be scared out of my mind, I still feel safer when I'm with you - i-if I said that, what would you say?" You wouldn't look him in the eyes, instead focusing on picking a loose thread from his jacket. Kol just hummed, pressing a sweet kiss to your temple. He pulled you in closer, resting his cheek on your hair.

"I think I would be thrilled to hear that," He said, with just a hint of a smile in his tone. "And I would have to wonder if perhaps that confession might be an invitation to stay?"

"I think it's more of a request actually," You murmured, resting your head on his chest. His jacket smelled like burning pine and brown sugar - an odd combination but nice all the same.

"Well, in that case-" He pulled away and flashed you an eager smile. "-movie?"

"Just until I fall asleep?" You asked.

"Just until you fall asleep."

"And then you'll leave?"

He nodded solemnly so you knew he meant it. "If that's what you want."

Then you smiled for him - your real smile and, looking into his eyes, you thought you saw a meadow bathed in sunshine.

"Have you ever seen Lilo and Stitch?" You wondered.

Kol shook his head, chuckling softly. "Love, if it came out after 1914, it's a safe bet to assume I haven't seen it."

"Well, would you like to?"

"Is it any good?" He asked, mimicking your unsure tone. This was still your best friend - his teasing still made you giggle.

You shoved his shoulder a little. "Okay smart-alec. Where's the remote in this joint?"

"No idea." He frowned, tilting his head like a puppy. "Have you not found it? I only know where mine is."

"We can watch it in your room."

For whatever reason, just speaking those words sent a thrill through your body - something like electricity and butterflies.

Kol eyed you with a cautious sort of hope. "You'd be comfortable with that?"

You nodded. "I wanna trust you."

The boy grinned and it was one of those smiles that looked like it could be made of light.

"You never stop surprising me," He mused, almost to himself. You glanced away, smiling though you didn't quite understand why.

"I try."

"And I love it," He said, pressing a kiss to your cheek. His cinnamon and spice breath ghosted over the shell of your ear when he spoke again. "May I carry you?"

You frowned and tried to ignore the rush of heat invading your cheeks and creeping lower. "Y-You want to?"

"Very much so, angel."

Your voice sounded very small. "Okay."

Far too slowly for your own good, Kol slid his hands from your waist over the swell of your hips, then down and around to the backs of your thighs. His grip tightened until your breath hitched in your throat. Your whole body was trembling but you weren't scared - not of him.

"Is this alright?" He asked huskily. You knew you were in trouble when he looked up through his lashes and met your eyes again to be sure. It was so sweet - he was so sweet.

If you spoke, you would surely make a fool of yourself. You couldn't seem to drum up any kind of language so you just nodded and quickly buried your face in his shoulder.

"Thank you, angel," He whispered, lifting you easily as he got to his feet. You probably weighed less than a feather to him.

He pulled you in flush against his chest. You could feel each breath he took and could hear his heartbeat. (You were a little surprised he had one.) Kol was warm - so very warm. Being carried by him was like being rocked to sleep, by the time you reached his room you were fully content to remain in his arms forever. After turning on the TV in his room, he laid back on his bed, still cradling you like a little kid. For once, you didn't mind - it only felt… adoring when he did it.

He asked if you wanted him to put you down. You said no.

By the time Stitch's spaceship crash-landed on Earth, you were already half asleep.

***

Poor thing was three sheets to the wind as soon as he'd started the movie. It was so sweet to watch her struggle to stay awake. She gave it all she had but once he'd started combing his finger through her hair, that girl was a goner.

His little artist was practically lying on top of him, completely vulnerable in every way, and yet she felt safe enough to fall asleep.

How bloody extraordinary.

He turned off the movie and she shifted, nuzzling closer to him. Kol smiled. It wasn't even a malicious smile like he was so used to putting on. It was a smile he couldn't keep off his face. That girl had every reason to hate his guts and yet still - even after everything he'd done - she chose him.

No one else would do that. No one else ever had.

So Kol had to smile as he rested his cheek on her hair. She had soft hair. He closed his eyes just for a second, basking in her warmth, taking in her scent, reveling in the pulse he could feel just beneath her soft, soft skin. Sure he had one, but it was weak, hardly there at all. Hers was strong and tempting - like a lullaby he wanted to sink his teeth into.

A wave of exhaustion washed over him then and it was odd because he really hadn't been that tired. He fought it of course, because he'd promised to take his little artist back to her room once she fell asleep but his limbs felt so heavy. Slowing his thoughts, that foreign sense of fatigue dragged him under before he could question it.

He woke up, according to the clock on his bedside table, mere minutes later. Yet, something felt… off. Kol frowned, glancing down at the girl in his arms. Her head was tilted slightly to the side and her shirt had slipped off her shoulder, perfectly bearing her throat to him.

In a split second, Kol's throat ran dry. His stomach twisted and an all too familiar pain shot through him. Thoughts were stripped away from his mind, just like they always were when his curse overtook him. He tried to fight, but he couldn't think. He was hungry - so hungry - and it hurt.

He tried to tear his eyes away, but he couldn't. He couldn't look away and she was right there. Her scent overwhelmed him, ensnaring his senses - strawberries dipped in sugar and cotton candy with roses. Kol wanted- No, he needed to taste it. He could hear her pulse pounding in his ears. He could feel her blood rushing everywhere he touched her, through her clothes and her skin. She was so warm, almost burning him, but it was pleasant. The tender, delicate feel of her body was so enticing. He was so hungry.

It was so sudden and extreme and unnatural but he couldn't think about that.

Her perfect pretty eyes fluttered open. Tiredly, she glanced at him. She squeezed her eyes shut and stretched. Her carotid artery stood out through her skin. It took everything in him not to clamp his jaws around her throat that very second. She looked up at him again and started, gasping. Her heart rate spiked and Kol groaned. He clenched his jaw, trying to keep his fangs retracted but her alluring scent was too strong to ignore. His eyes bled black.

The girl in his arms whimpered.

No, no, no. Her eyes were wide, full of fear. He was scaring her.

"Kol?" Even her breath carried the scent of her blood. How could he resist? "Are you okay?"

He hummed, nodding even though he should have been telling her to run. "I just… I just need a minute."

It was like a dream. He wanted to warn her, but he could only seem to listen to himself soothe her worries.

"You should run," He thought. "Get away. I'm gonna hurt you." But he couldn't say it.

"Are you hungry?" She asked. Her voice was so quiet - so kind and sweet. That wasn't how she usually talked to him, he noted. That was the voice she used when she was trying to put on a good face. It wasn't real.

Kol ran his tongue over his teeth. He tried to look at her but the perfect curve of her neck was so pretty. She was so close.

"Yes," He hissed. He shut his eyes, trying his very best to block it out.

Why couldn't he just let her go?

Her hand was warm. She reached up to touch his cheek, skimming her thumb over the writhing black veins protruding from his skin. Hers was so soft - so kind. People always ran from him. No one tried to touch him when he was like this.

He opened his eyes and met hers. She blinked.

"S-sorry." She went to remove her hand but he caught her wrist and she stilled. He leaned into her touch, then pressed his lips against the pulse in her wrist. He kissed her - a little harsh, a little needy, but Kol couldn't help it, he needed more. "Just one taste," He promised himself as he let his tongue dart out, skimming over that same spot. A growl tore itself from deep in his throat as he kissed her again, laving at her delicate little wrist, almost touching the pretty little veins just beneath the thin veil of her skin. But he didn't bite. He didn't want to hurt her. He couldn't hurt that lovely angel.

It was so much harder than it should have been to drag his mouth away from her wrist. When he looked up at her, his delicious little artist blushed so sweetly, he almost lost it. She was appetizing on a good day but now, so tiny and warm and blushing in his lap - how could he resist that?

He wanted to tell her to run, but that wasn't what left his lips.

"If you don't stop biting your lip like that, I swear I'll do it for you."

It wasn't a lie - it was never a lie. But that wasn't what he truly wanted from her.

That girl blushed further. He wanted to see how far down that blush went but at the same time, she really needed to get away from him before he killed her.

"Does it hurt?" She wondered. "The hunger, I mean. Does it hurt you?"

His curse clawed at his stomach, a black hole that could never be appeased. He just wanted it to go away.

"Yes," He murmured. "It does."

That girl bit her lip again and Kol didn't know how it happened, but suddenly he was on top of her. It was dreamlike with the way things shifted and blurred. He didn't really have control over his movements, not quite. He could only watch - like a passenger in his own body - as he positioned himself to end her life.

Yet, he couldn't stop.

So when he leaned down to kiss her, he wished he didn't know exactly what she tasted like, wished he'd never felt her velvety soft lips, wished he'd never kissed her more than he should have that first time, then maybe he could have kept himself at bay a little longer. He couldn't focus. Her body felt so good beneath his - so warm and soft and human - part of him wanted her this way for real. He could feel her breathing, could feel her chest heaving but he couldn't tell if she was scared or not. He could hear her heart, pulsing a low rhythm, wet and strong. Kol knew what that girl tasted like and he couldn't resist. His hands found her arms and he pinned her down, licking into her mouth with heat and a desire he couldn't fight. It was filthy and deep and everything he wanted. If he didn't know better, he'd have thought he was possessed as he ravished that girl's mouth, listening to her whimper so bloody sweetly.

The worst part, however, was that he did know better. Kol knew himself and he knew that perhaps not so deep within his blackened soul, there existed some sick part of him that genuinely enjoyed what he was doing to her, he wouldn't have dreamt it otherwise. Or perhaps he wasn't quite the one dreaming it. Something about the dream - and it was that or at least he prayed it was - felt oddly forced. But he couldn't focus on that.

Temptation overwhelmed him, demanding that he break away from her lips. He was licking at her throat before he could stop himself. The taste of her skin was too much and not enough, a flavor like pure honey and gold stripped any cognitive function from him. An animal-like growl built in his chest and he was sure he was bruising that poor girl's arms, but all he could feel was an all-consuming need for more. Kol felt so hungry in every possible way. He couldn't think. All he could do was trail his mouth lower, leaving mind-numbing kisses along her collarbone.

He couldn't believe what he was about to do. How could he hurt his tiny perfect angel? Even if this was only a dream, did that make a difference? If he did it in his head, would he do it for real? She trusted him…

Then… he heard her. She was speaking - talking to him.

"It's okay, Kol." Her voice was light and breathy. She carded her fingers through his hair and melted into her soft touch. No one had ever touched him like that. It was so pleasant, the boy couldn’t help the low purr that thrummed in his chest.

This was what he wanted from that girl. Kol just wanted it to be real. Was that too much to ask?

"It's okay,” She said. “You're okay. I know you would never hurt me and I care about you. So, if you're hungry, you can have a taste. I know you can't help it. I won't mind."

It was fake - just a dream - a fantasy.

She would never say something like that. She would never sound like that either - so submissive and demure. That wasn't her. It felt like someone else.

Kol knew it was a lie.

But those were her lips and it was her voice. How could he resist an invitation for the very thing he wanted so terribly from her?

Swiftly, like the fox he was so often equated to, he buried his fangs deep into his artist’s perfect throat. Biting into that girl's tender flesh was like curling up under a cashmere blanket, it was relaxing and reassuring - like he'd done the right thing and everything would be alright as long as he kept biting down. It wasn't the excitement of an enrapturing high that he usually felt. It was a comfort and he couldn't help but let it soothe him.

Oh, and that girl was screaming. His little artist screamed and cried and begged for him to stop. Kol could hear her, but the sound seemed so far away. Like a dark curse lifted, the lie, the terrible illusion which had blinded her, was gone. She sobbed, cursing his name, but he couldn’t really hear her - far too absorbed in the bliss of satiating his hunger. The girl struggled and thrashed, but he just tightened his grip, keeping her pinned. Kol hummed and bit down a little harder - he couldn't explain why, but it felt so good. The instant her blood met his tongue, he knew this could only be a dream - it was hot and thick but he couldn't taste her, not quite. He wished he could. She would probably taste like strawberries and everything sweet.

Maybe one day she'd let him taste her for real. She could learn to trust him. After all, she would never have to know about this dream.

Kol drank her until the warmth in her skin faded away.

Then he woke up.

And Y/N was still screaming.

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The first and only thing you could do was lash out.

No ordinary dream could be that vivid, nor remain so clear in your mind. It was as unnatural as his insatiable appetite, or the demonic blackness you found yourself waking to.

The second your eyes snapped open, you shoved yourself away from that… that thing. Your foot collided with his knee, imparting enough force to warrant an audible crack. Scrambling off the bed, your hand slipped on the edge and you toppled backward.

Your head cracked against the hardwood floor of his bedroom.

Pain exploded throughout your entire body. Ears ringing, lights flashed in your vision and the world blurred. Your thoughts - the few you had - stilled. You couldn't move and you couldn't run.

That disgusting predator lunged. Just like in that horrid dream, he positioned himself over you and you couldn't fight back. You wanted to, but your body wouldn't cooperate. Obsidian eyes faded to milk chocolate, blinking rapidly. His fangs retracted and he looked like that sweet boy again. But no.

He had bitten you.

It may have been a dream, but you knew he had been the one to make that choice. Somehow, some way - the two of you had shared an unconscious thought. Kol had been there and he had chosen to hurt you.

He'd enjoyed it.

He'd liked holding you down - relished manhandling you. Why else would he have chosen to do it?

You hadn't been able to tell him no, your mouth simply refused to form the words. You'd listened to yourself offer him a chance to feed on you. He'd been so eager, so hungry.

That was gone now, you noticed as you reached up and fisted his shirt, staring blindly off into the space overhead. You tried to speak but all that came out was a pathetic keen. You wanted to shove him away, scream at him for lying to you yet again. But you couldn't. White hot pain pulsed at the back of your skull and your stomach turned with a looming nausea. Your limbs couldn't seem to do anything but pull that boy in closer to you.

Through the tears blurring your vision, you thought you saw his expression contort into one of desperate worry. He cried out for his sister, though it took you several seconds to understand the words on his lips.

"Rebekah! REBEKAH GET IN HERE NOW!"

You blinked slowly, in a daze, attempting to clear the spots from your quickly dimming field of view but it was fruitless. Kol's hand gently brushed your hair back from your forehead but you flinched away from him. You wished you could curse his name but the only sound you could make was another feeble keen.

"Just keep those pretty eyes of yours open, okay?" The boy was saying

He stroked your cheek, forcing his lips to smile. "Alright, darling? It's gonna be fine. Jus-just don't close your eyes."

You didn't want to listen to him very much. Why should you? That boy would end your life one way or another - be it by accident or for entertainment. You'd rather pass out and die from a concussion in your sleep than experience Kol's teeth in your neck again.

Dream or not, that boy's mouth had felt all too real.

You didn't try to stifle the bitter huff of a laugh that escaped your lips before your head lolled to the side and your vision blackened.

"No… No, no, no! Y/N/N!!!" Your former friend's voice cried. "REBEKAH!"

No one came.

"Rebek-" His sister's name was cut off by a soft sound - if you hadn't known better, you would have thought it a sob. "No. No, NO! Y/N, please… just stay awake. You have to stay awake!"

Your thoughts drifted and sank beneath the rolling waves of unconsciousness.

"ELIJAH?! KLAUS?!" He called desperately. "ANYONE?!"

Still, there was no answer.

"...Please?"

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fountainpenguin · 4 months

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"Always hear the same kind of story; break your nose and they'll just say 'Sorry...'" (x)

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Pixels Imperfect series ~ Double Life - Boat Boys

“Canadian Idiot” - 23k words

❤️ Read on AO3

💛 Paper Boats [Etho & Joel series]

💚 More Pixels Imperfect fics

I've been drawing preview images for some of my 'fics that didn't have them yet. Here's a pretty post for a personal favorite!

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Summary: Etho is a fox hybrid who aggros on people who cause him damage. During Double Life, Joel and Etho are soulbound. And Joel causes Etho a lot of damage. The mob-strengthening full moon doesn’t help.

AKA - That one 'fic where Etho bites Joel a bunch of times and Joel stomachs it like the good little soulmate he is.

(First 1,000 words under the cut)

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Canadian Idiot

"Where is Etho? Why hasn't he come home? I'm SO worried…"

🖤 💛 ❤️

Act 1. Scene 2. Introductions are behind them; the Hero's Journey has begun. They balance on the precipice hand in hand, except they're nowhere near hand in hand because Joel has done nothing wrong and Etho's about to bring him crashing down. With a label like Act 1, Scene 2 melting in your brain, you're practically encouraged to overstep; make mistakes. Isn't that a proper story outline? You start by introducing goals. Then faults. 'Tell me one thing your protagonist does wrong…'

It's Etho, not Joel, who does something wrong. Wrong and immoral and without consent, and he's shaking - he's shaking - as he slips his hand above the milk-white bed sheets. He slightly cranes his neck, lifting just a little from his pillow. He's already squirmed closer to Joel more than he'd admit to anyone outside the Boat. Joel's cradled against him, stomachs and knees and hips flush and ticklish and warm. Joel's hand rests atop the blankets. Atop Etho's chest, pretty much.

And Etho's itchy, pain swelling deep inside. His breath's all clogged in the back of his throat. A problem that Joel doesn't have, because Joel's some kind of insect hybrid and he breathes through the spiracles down his torso… which Etho can feel both on the outside of his legs (because Joel is shirtless under the blankets) and threaded through his own body (because they share every flickery touch, even in the way they breathe).

I wonder if Joel ever gets sick of feeling "my" breath in the back of his mouth. That's gotta be a weird feeling when he doesn't have lungs…

In Act 1, Scene 2, Etho initiates the Rising Action. He lays his own hand on the far side of Joel's. His eyes are glowing - the candles and furnaces are glowing too - and it's warm and rosy and golden brown down in the depths of The Relation. Etho's shaking as he nudges Joel's fingers higher up the blankets, from their random flop (is it random?) across Joel's chest and up to Etho's neck. Conflicting pixels bristle when they come into contact. They tense up, even while Joel stays sleepy and mild-mannered. Etho stares down at those gleaming pixels and watches them re-situate themselves, building up their little barrier so they stay firmly Joel's and his own pixels remain firmly Etho's.

There's unwavering trust in the way Joel lets himself sleep, curled against Etho's side. The pixels in their legs blended together long ago, making mermaids out of them. They don't even itch. They're perfectly melted inside each other, heels and toes overlapping as easily as the edges of their hitboxes do.

Etho can feel the easy flutter of mingled bits and pieces shifting between them, pixels bumping and evaluating their neighbors and occasionally switching back and forth. He's got bits that used to belong to Joel in his ankles, probably. The colors have probably already changed over. You wouldn't even be able to tell. It's nothing. It's normal. Everybody does this. They're sharing a bed. They're sharing hearts and health and pain; exchanging pixels during hitbox overlap isn't nearly as weird.

It's not like I'm anxious and 65 anymore. I've got a couple thousand years in me. I've shared my bed before. This isn't weird.

It's not like this in the singleplayer, though, where he sleeps alone.

And it's not like this on Hermitcraft. Where he sleeps alone.

And it wasn't like this in his wool castle on 3rd Life. Where he slept alone.

And it wasn't like this in Last Life. Bdubs slept on the far side of their shared room, his narcoleptic phantom soul knocking him out cold hours before Etho crept to bed. And slept alone.

Etho squirms, which blurs his foot with Joel's and sends a static ripple up his leg. He stops so it won't seize up in the pit behind his knee. His pixels need a minute to orient again, sluggish in their sleep just like the softly breathing Joel. The air is stuffy inside The Relation's lower room. Etho already pulled his mask off before bed; it lies (rumpled and unfolded) on the crafting table to his left. Though dry, the air is cool against his exposed skin. His tongue traces across the curve of each and every pointed tooth inside his mouth.

I have to.

The closest he'll come to voicing it. He tries to fold his hands away. He grips his own wrist, grinding it in the wrinkles of blankets tucked against his stomach. Candles flicker in the edges of his vision. He stares across the captains' quarters, rotating his hand back and forth, forcing it to press his stomach. To calm some kind of hunger that doesn't stem from there.

He does not personify the aggro instincts creeping up his spine. They don't envelop him in words. Offering words to the thought would mean caving in, admitting its strength and hold against him. Etho stares without blinking at the far wall and twists his wrist in that space between stomach and guts. Tight. Unyielding. Firm.

It's never been this bad on-server before…

It's twisted. It writhes in him, like a snake dropped down his pants, spiraled around his leg, and looped to slither up his spine and wrap around his throat. It's a full-body shiver that leaves him opening and closing his hands, palming his knees through the bed sheets. He has really pointy knees. Etho presses, rubbing his hands up and down and all around in circles, but it doesn't help.

He needs to. This. He needs- he just does. He can curl his legs and writhe and grimace all he wants to, but he can't hold it in forever… like Bdubs can't help but lunge when Etho's pushing at the boundary of long nights with no sleep.

Can't.

He sinks down in the pillows, exhaling, and tugs the white covers of the bed up to his chest again. It shifts Joel's arm. Etho can feel it through the blankets. He can feel the touch of soft, carefully crafted wool on the back of that hand as clearly as his own. Joel's expertise with wool leaves absolutely no question that he thrives on the Empires server, weaving banners on a loom. There's no itchiness to the blankets. They're so soft, they may as well be silk or cream.

This ship feels like a cake, lit by the candles on the wooden shelves. As the wind gusts against the outside of their base, it creaks the boards and Etho shivers, shifting one leg a little tighter between both of Joel's. Pillager grunts carry down the hill. He can hear their distant pacing. The constant loading of crossbow bolts. The way they mutter, bending heads.

Do pillagers ever snuggle with their friends late at night? Maybe not. They're just mobs; maybe they aren't programmed with a sleep schedule. He's never charged inside an outpost to find them startled and fumbling out of bed.

[Cnt'd on AO3 - Link at top]

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thatjadedhotmess · 2 years

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nightmares

pairings/characters: kazuha x gn!reader, thoma x gn!reader, ayato x gn!reader

warnings⚠️: skin contact (lots !), pet names (e.g. love, sweetheart), tw: food (in thoma's),

synopsis: what would they do if they see you having a nightmare.

wc: 1k~

note: hiiii im back after awhile of not posting i hope you didnt miss me too much/j anyways,, ayato's is super long because this piece started bc of him :> likes and reblogs are greatly appreciated ! <3 you can also check out the other versions of nightmares here !

kaedehara kazuha (楓原万葉)

☁︎︎ hums a tune to soothe you.

☁︎︎ he was writing his poems that night on the ship while you slept soundly beside him

☁︎︎ there was a little celebration on the boat that evening to wish one of the Crux’s members a happy birthday

☁︎︎ you and kazuha had headed back to your room after helping out with the cleanup of the ship and it was already about 1 am when you guys officially finished.

☁︎︎ soon after changing out into a set of cleaner clothes; you sunk into the mattress, letting the sound of the waves and rocking of the boat lull your exhausted body to sleep.

☁︎︎ kazuha sat cross-legged beside your sleeping form. He took his book out as well as a pencil, penning down his thoughts as he tried to string them into a poem.

☁︎︎ he instantly realised you were having a nightmare when your eyebrows because knitted and a slight grunt escaped your lips; the peace on your face having been disrupted.

☁︎︎ he shifted himself, moving even nearer to you so that he could stroke your hair, brushing a thumb soothingly across your forehead as he started to hum a tune.

☁︎︎ it instantly soothed your mind, even though you weren't conscious kazuha could still tell, the way your facial features started to relax when he started to hum and the way you curled up and snuggled into his side were all good signs that your nightmares were finally starting to dissipate.

☁︎︎ after he made sure that you were in a better state, he snuggled up behind you, cradling your body as he too, allowed himself to fall asleep to the sound of the ocean.

thoma (托馬)

☁︎︎ he warms a glass of milk for you.

☁︎︎ it had been an absolutely amazing day with the Iradori festival taking place, getting to spend time together with ayaka and ayato and eating all the delicious festive goodies while watching the fireworks.

☁︎︎ you and thoma pretty much fell asleep immediately after reaching the Kamisato estate, plopping down onto the futons in your share room after finishing up your respective tasks and a quick hot shower.

☁︎︎ he tucked you into his chest, an arm around your shoulders and his chin resting atop your head.

☁︎︎ it was maybe 2 am? 3 am? When he realised you were having a bad dream. This had never happened before but it was unlike you to thrash in your sleep.

☁︎︎ he tapped you awake. It took less than a minute before you woke up, startled.

☁︎︎ “are you ok love?” he is concerned, to say the least, having never seen you have a nightmare scared his poor soul out of his body. “I am, sorry for waking you up,” you said, slightly embarrassed that you had woken thoma up from the much-needed sleep.

☁︎︎ “it’s alright, really. I think some warm milk would help. wanna go with me to the kitchen to grab some?” he asked.

☁︎︎ the idea seemed nice, so you nod your head before you got pulled to the kitchen, trailing right behind him.

☁︎︎ he quickly got to work. heating a pot up with enough milk for two first, moving on to grab two mugs, adding some honey into them before he waited for the steam to appear on top of the pot.

☁︎︎ “back in mondstadt, whenever I had nightmares as a kid, my mother would make this for me and tell me a bedtime story. worked like a charm because the thing I knew, daylight had broken and a new day had begun.” he chuckled, the milk starting to steam just as he finished his story.

☁︎︎ and he was quite right. After leading you back to the room, thoma handed you the warm cup of sweetened milk and you fell asleep like, five minutes after finishing the drink.

☁︎︎ “good night, y/n. don’t let the bed bugs bite.”

kamisato ayato (神里绫人)

☁︎︎ massages your head until you fall back asleep

☁︎︎ ayato is a busy man. As the Yashiro commissioner and head of the kamisato clan, he never has much time outside of sitting at his desk and filling in paperwork.

☁︎︎ he usually's up by the crack of dawn and off with Thoma to run the day’s errands before you're awake but sleeps at around 1 am because there's too much work to finish:( (poor him)

☁︎︎ he's well aware of the bad dreams you have, having seen little you wake up in the midnight of night, hair a mess as you tried to compose yourself before he saw your state so as to not worry him (this usually doesn't happen because he hears the thumping of the blanket against the floor and makes a run towards your share bedroom)

☁︎︎ he turns his attention away from his papers, hearing the familiar sound of his study room door sliding open only to see you clad in an old t-shirt of his; one that dropped below your knees

☁︎︎ “what’s wrong sweetheart? A bad dream?” he asks concern evident in his voice as he sees you nod. Turning his chair away from the desk, he stretches his arms out, inviting you to stay with him while he did his work.

☁︎︎ you shuffle towards him, climbing onto his lap and putting your arms around him, before nuzzling your face into the crook of his neck, letting yourself melt into him.

☁︎︎ “how’s the work ‘yato” you asked groggily tilting your head to the side so your voice wasn't muffled. He chuckles, even though you were exhausted from the day's work and the bad dream you had you still found it in you to start a conversation with him.

☁︎︎ “it was alright. went around Ritou with thoma to settle some matters but that's about it dear.” he touches your head, letting his fingers massage your scalp, feeling you sink deeper and deeper into his hold, until he feels you slump completely, a sign that you've fallen asleep.

☁︎︎ “sweet dreams my love.” he whispers, tilting his head to give you a kiss before turning his attention back to his paperwork.

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imkillerbae · 11 months

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Happy Ending (Valorant Sova x Fem!Reader)

Summary:

You meet Sova again after years of distance. He’s surprised to see you so changed, while he remained mostly the same.

Wordcount: 1.4k

CW: Regret, emotional damage *with rizz*, reader has her own family, there's a kid in this fic, sad fic, sad Sova (he need some milk), author likes to make characters have sadge A/N: I wrote this in like 2 hours because i was inspired by some songs. And i jus love sad stories so why not you know. Enjoy this short fic of sova regretting life choices (like the author does)

Russia was big. But Sova’s hometown wasn’t. He didn’t know if he was thankful for that or not. You didn’t seem to mind bumping into him though, so maybe it wasn’t such a bad thing.

Buying groceries for his babushka turned into inviting you to his home while his grandma made hot chocolate for both of you. It was like the old times, as he remembered it fondly. But somehow with all the stress he had in his work and life, he didn’t seem to remember how time flew by so fast.

You were perplexed when he invited you for a quick chat when your carts collided in the supermarket. He was still himself, although aged and battle scarred. Nothing out of the ordinary for a hunter.

“It’s been too long. Since when did you get back?” You asked him, parking your cart to the side to face him. He was leaning on the handle bars with his arms, bent over his groceries. His silvery blonde hair was braided, laying on his shoulder, lose hairs framing his face. Tilting his head to the side, he recalls the time. “About two days ago. I was too tired to explore immediately so I’ve only been out today.”

He smiles up at you with an almost puppy like grin. “You’ve changed,” he comments, eyeing your face then body, noticing how you dressed more womanly. You smile a tight-lipped smile, primping your hair behind your ear. “Well, it has been years. Time has aged us both.” You chuckled, and he shakes his head. “You’re still full of life as I remember you. Even more so now.”

Sova couldn’t help but stare at you even as you caught him doing so. He longed to see a familiar face when he got back for a break. And yours was the one he longed for most. He blushed as he eyed your silhouette. Somehow, he still feels giddy whenever you’re around, even years later. As the saying goes: first love never dies.

As you both pushed your carts around for things you needed, you talked about life. You were happy that he was more confident now, in contrast to how shy and meek he was before despite towering over most people.

“It is similar to the army, but very different at the same time. I’m able to put my hunting skills to good use,” he says about his job in the protocol. “I’m glad it faired well for you. Seems like there were no regrets in leaving all those years before,” you speak in an almost sullen voice. His mouth opens to protest, but he doesn’t say a word and just nods. His heart clenches at your comment.

When you both arrived at his little home, his babushka was already there to greet you. You hug her warmly, greeting your usual greetings. You met her occasionally, and in those times, she’s always mentioned how much she misses seeing you with her grandson. You could only laugh; those times were long gone.

When he got involved in more confidential jobs, it required him to travel more. It put a strain on your relationship, which often led to fights about commitment and future plans. About how much you really loved each other, and what you were willing to sacrifice. You were both young back then, and you were each other’s first lover.

Your principles did not align: you wanted something serious, and he was looking for the next big thing. You focused on this small town, while he had his sights to the vast hunting grounds he could venture in. Out of naivety, you were left out from the bigger picture. He was finding himself, and in turn, lost you.

And as the time that passed would prove it, not all of his decisions were the best ones.

You both sat in silence for a moment, facing the window as the snow crashed against it. It was warm inside his home, the fire pit burning brightly in the corner. He tipped his glass towards him and looked at his own reflection. He felt a familiar feeling in this exact same scenario. With both of you holding hot cups of chocolate, sitting side by side, watching the window. He smiled to himself before he spoke.

“I missed you,” he admits, looking at you. You return his gaze with a sad smile. “I missed you too… it’s been years since before. Sometimes it feels just like yesterday we were here in these very chairs… planning our lives,” you chuckle.

“We wanted a small house with a large yard,” he recalls.

“Flower beds on both sides,” you follow up.

“Near the woods so I could hunt anytime I wanted.”

“A stable for horses.”

“A tree house for the kids.”

“How many kids did you want Sasha?”

“Four, and you wanted only one.”

“I got what I wanted,” you smiled excitedly. He raises a brow, smile dropping. “What do you mean?” He asks wearily, and you pull out your wallet. Taking out a photo, you hand it to him. “That’s my child. Turning 3 this year,” you smile, pointing at the photo, leaning closer to him. His heart beats against his chest; he could hear it against his skull.

You had a family.

“It all went well in the end, didn’t it? We both got what we wanted,” you continue, taking your photo and staring at it. He looked at you with a different thought now. He couldn’t tell what it was until you spoke again. “I got my house with a family, you got your job and glory. We both got our happy ending.”

He felt a sting of regret. Regret of leaving you, and regret for what could’ve been.

You sipped on the hot chocolate as he clenched his own glass, his heavy sigh visible. He avoids your eyes. “I cannot say that I got my happy ending.” He chuckles sadly. “This… what I have now… the family I found… I would not trade it for the world.” He starts, remembering the Valorant protocol. Brimstone, Sage, Viper, Jett, Phoenix and everyone else. He clenched his fist and smiled fondly. “But I will always wonder what could have been. If I had stayed and made it work.”

You look at him with an empty look, hoping he’d explain more. Setting your cup down, you observed his face. He was looking down at the floors, his hair loose from its braid, smile wavering. “I love you. I still do.” He admits, raising his head to look at you again, the pain in his chest was almost unbearable.

Impulsively you chuckle at his confession, gritting your teeth. His chest felt tight at that moment. “It’s a little too late for that, don’t you think?” You joked, but you meant it. “When you left, I wanted to wait for you. But things never really end up the way we want them don’t they?” You smiled at him, caressing his arm.

He flinches at your touch but does not pull away.

“Do you think we would’ve worked if I stayed?” He asked curiously, hopefully. He wanted to at least have this closure.

You stare into his eyes, and you could see all the pain he felt at the moment. He was still the same as his younger self: naïve and vulnerable. As much as he’d aged, he did not move on from the past. He could not forget you. And he was shocked to see you so mature and moving on without him.

You smile at him gently and reach for his cheek, caressing it gently. “In that other world, you would have made me the happiest person alive,” you answered honestly. He leans against your touch. It would be the last time he’d ever feel something like this.

He drove you back to your home. It looked exactly like what you both wanted. A small house with a large yard, flowerbeds covered in snow, a tree house in the works. As he carried your groceries to the front door, he was greeted by a young child that had your eyes and hair. She calls for you as you take her into your arms. “Uncle Sasha! Say hi, say un-cle Sa-sha,” you tell her, and she mimics you.

Sova shakes hands with your child, her hand so small compared to his own. It took all of him not to cry at that moment. She looked just like you.

“Take care Sasha. I hope you find your happy ending,” you smiled at him, waving your child’s hand goodbye. “Take care as well. I hope you don’t mind me sending you gifts for the little one?” He asks, waving back, and you nod in response. Before he takes off, he says one last thing.

“Your happy ending is my happy ending.”

#valorant sova #sova x reader #valorant sova x reader #valorant imagines #valorant #valorant headcanons #valorant sova imagines #valorant sova oneshot #valorant oneshots #valorant oneshot #sova #fanfiction #valorant fanfiction

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flowerpottlady · 10 months

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Hazy

Day 8 of July’s @jilymicrofics!

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Summer was ending, and with it James’s sanity. It had been roughly sixteen weeks - one hundred and eleven days to be precise - since his family entered into hiding. The first few weeks, before his son was born, James had taken to throwing himself into home renovations.

Hanging shelves, painting the nursery; building a crib, a table, a dressing table for Lily. He soon ran out of projects, and threw himself into supporting Lily, learning to be a parent to Harry. But now, the boredom has sunk in.

James had been watching entirely too much of the telly, his eyes hurt from the endless reading, and his hands were beginning to callous from all the chopping and dicing he had been doing in the kitchen - trying his hand at cooking.

With boredom, fear began to envelop him. He hated this, rattling around the house. He was once a soldier, fighting to make the world a better place. And now he couldn’t so much as step off his property without panic overwhelming him, the lingering knowledge that the death eaters, Voldemort, were hunting his son.

James set down the book he had been attempting to read for the past day now, a Muggle detective book that Lily had gifted to him for Christmas the previous year. Normally the Muggle words would have thrilled him, the story keeping his attention until the early hours of the morning. But he was itching, too nervous to sit still and read a book.

He left the living room, slowly treading up the stairs - admiring the few pictures hung carefully on the wall. Lily and him, dancing at their wedding. Lily in a long white dress, flowing behind her as she twirled in his arms.

Next to it, a picture of him and Lily on the Hogwarts express - he remembered this day well, the first day of seventh year. Their respective Headboy and Headgirl badges pinned to their chest, and his arm was around him - he smiled widely at the camera, his expression turning into shock when she stood on the tip of her toes to plant a sloppy kiss against his cheek.

Further up the stairs, a picture had been planted of the Marauders - it must have been fourth year. All boys in line with each other, Sirius standing next to James, ruffling his hair as James looked to the side at Peter, squirming in discomfort as Remus made lude jokes about a girl that had been obviously flirting with Peter at lunch that afternoon.

What he wouldn’t give to be back there, blind to the horrors of the world. Four innocent boys who had never seen a person killed, how tragic that it would change only three short years later.

With a shake of his head, James followed the soft sound of music, coming from Harry’s nursery. Curious, he poked his head in, watching peacefully as Lily sat in the rocker, their son at her chest, a smile radiating across her face as she looked down on the infant in her arms.

Four weeks old, and this boy was arguably the greatest thing to have ever happened to them. He didn’t smile much, opting instead to blink up at his parents in confusion as they cooed over him. But that was alright, James would teach him to smile.

James watched as he detached from Lily's chest - his eyes hazy, milk drunk, as they blinked close - falling asleep contently with a full belly.

“Hey,” his wife said - ever so calmly as she lifted the baby over her shoulder, and patted his back to release a burp.

James sighed, taking in the sight - mother and son bonding in such a special way - Lily was the happiest he had ever seen, and James had played a major role in making her that way. “Hey,” he smiled softly, stepping into the room and leaning against the doorframe. “He didn’t take long to fall asleep…”

“No…” Lily looked down, contemplative, for the briefest moment, “you alright?” She asked him, looking back up at him, her eyes wide in concern.

“Not really.” He couldn’t lie to her. He was struggling - as much as he loathed to admit it, especially when she was the one who had just delivered an actual human being - he was bored, and scared. So beyond scared that this beautiful family he took part in creating, could be gone any day.

“C’mere.” Lily stood up, Harry nestled soundly in her arm, and with her free arm she threw her pillow on the ground, sliding it across the floor with her foot until it was laid against the crib. She carefully lowered herself, until she was sitting on the floor, her legs crossed, and Harry sleeping in her lap. “Sit with me.”

James could only nod then, sitting across from her, smiling weakly.

“So… what’s up?”

“You know.”

“I do know,” she said simply, handing Harry to him. Their baby boy cuddled against his chest, and James fought back tears - gazing down at the helpless infant in his arms.

“How do you get through it everyday?” James asked after a long moment of silence, simply soaking in this moment.

Lily smiled then, deciding to lay down, her back pressed against the floor and her arms spread out on either side of her. She closed her eyes, her smile growing as James maneuvered himself until he was laying down too, his head propped up on the pillow, Harry curled up on his chest.

“I just think about him, how much I love him. How I would do anything for him.”

“He is rather perfect,” James replied, stifling a yawn.

“He’s going to be so happy growing up, all we need is love James.” She rolled on her side then, facing them. “It’s fair to say we have more than enough to give to him.”

“When all this nonsense is over we’ll take him all over the world.” James said, his mind wandering to the image of a toddler, dark messy hair, holding his parents hands as they walked down the busy streets of Paris. Maybe a few years down the line they would start to give Harry a few more siblings. His panic ebbed away, thinking of what the future had in store for them.

“We’ll take him to the World Cup,” said Lily knowingly, “quidditch and footie.”

“I can’t wait till he can go on a broom, he’ll be mad about it.”

Lily reached out, running her hand through his dark hair. “As mad as you?”

“Of course.”

She laughed then, a full belly laugh as she scooted closer to them, resting her head on his shoulder. “Better?”

“Loads.” He blinked his eyes, staring up at the dull white ceiling. “We should paint his ceiling, to look like a starry night.”

“I bet I could charm the stars to twinkle, like little night lights splattered all over-”

“We’ll have loads of time to get it done. According to all those books he’ll probably be sleeping in our room for the next few months.”

“-at least until he the night nursing ends, I would like our room back at some point.” Lily interjected, knowing full well that Harry would spend most of his nights with them for as long as he wanted.

“Until we have another…” James said knowingly, he loved becoming a parent - as hard as it was now, he couldn’t wait until he could do it over again, and again.

“It’s a plan then,” Lily said, her eyes closing. “Paint a mural on his ceiling, get our room back.”

“Make another.”

“Make another…” she agreed. And James felt worlds better.

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Start from the beginning here! 31 Day of Potters

#jily #harry potter #james potter #jily fic #jily fanfiction #hp marauders #james and lily #lily potter #marauders #hp fanfic

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raphael-angele · 2 years

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POV: Baby Dami is Sleepy

Steph: *playing with Bby Dami, making funny faces and playing with his toys*

Bby Damian: *yawn*

Steph: Aww, looks like little baby is sleepy.

Bby Damian: 'M not sweepy

Steph: Aw, c'mon, let's get you to bed.

Bby Damian: *makes grabby hands at her*

Steph: *carries him then goes to the other room where the boys are* Hey, guys, Damian's getting sleepy. You guys mind tucking him in?

Boys: Yeah, sure.

---Dami's room---

Dick, tucking in Bby Damian in his bed: Okay, there we go. All tucked in. Now, all that's left is for Tim to give you your bottle.

Tim, coming in with a baby bottle: Here's his milk. *Gives to Dami*

Dick: Okay, now we'll just turn down the lights and-

Bby Damian: NO!

Dick: Hm?

Bby Damian: No dark!

Tim: Dami, we thought you liked the dark.

Bby Damian: No! Scawy!

Tim:

Dick:

Bby Damian: Stowy!

Dick: You want a bed time story?

Bby Damian: Mhm

Tim: I got it. *goes out side and yells* JASON! DAMIAN WANTS A BEDTIME STORY!

Jason: *bursts into the room* It's my time to shine!

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Jason: What story do you want, habibi?

Bby Damian: Red Girl!

Dick: Red girl?

Jason: Little Red Riding Hood.

Tim: Ah.

Duke, knocks and enters: Hey, guys. He asleep yet?

Tim: No, not yet. Jason's about to tell him a story

Duke: Well, I heard someone doesn't like the dark.

Bby Damian: *hiding behind his blankie*

Duke: So I thought I might be able to help

Dick: How?

Duke: *whispers to Jason*

Jason: Ooooh, great idea

---lights are off but dim lamps are on---

Bby Damian: *hiding behind his blankie*

Jason: Okay, habibi, look! Duke's gonna do something

Duke: *proceeds to make a spotlight from the lamps and makes shadow puppets with his hands*

Bby Damian: *giggles and claps his hands*

Jason: Okay, so. Once upon a time...

Duke: *makes shadow puppets that change as Jason tells the story*

Dick, whispering to Duke: How are you so good at this?

Duke, whispering back: When you have light powers, you'll learn a few things

#robin #damian wayne #dc comics #dc #batfam #batfamily #tim drake #red robin #dick grayson #jason todd #nightwing #red hood #bruce wayne #batman #batsiblings #stephanie brown #spoiler #batfamily incorrect quotes #incorrect batfam

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piracytheorist · 1 year

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One of the things that make me very insecure about sharing my thoughts about Spy x Family as an anime only fan is that for the most part, whatever I say now has probably already been said and analyzed to death by people who read the manga months before.

But no matter. I am here to share my thoughts and I'm gonna make it everyone else's problem.

So! Nightfall appears! I've already seen reactions about people not liking her and I'm like, cool okay, but I am so curious to see how her character in the story develops the dynamics among the Forgers. I'm not here to like her as a person, I'm here to like her as a character dynamic.

And the first, and probably biggest, dynamic she throws in the story right away is by being an outsider of the Forgers who knows Twilight better than the other Forgers themselves do. In some parts, at least. God forbid the guy has a change in his coffee preferences. But anyway! She sees Loid smile at the family he's created...

And she spots some truth behind it. Nightfall has seen and studied Twilight himself, along with his fake identities and the smiles he had to perfect in order to convince even the most suspicious of targets.

This is the first time we get actual confirmation that Twilight is slipping. We've been seeing it ourselves in the ways he acts, but it's now that a third party sees the situation and confirms it with words in canon.

Nightfall's obsession with him is not a hindrance to spotting that; in fact, it's thanks to that obsession that she even spots it. She spends the entire episode internally monologuing how she is the perfect fake (or not) wife for Twilight, how and in what ways Yor falls behind in that, how there's nothing Yor or Anya are doing right... when she's shocked by Twilight having milk with his coffee, she immediately makes up an excuse to make it make sense - another reason why this was a brilliant detail to add in; Yor bringing him milk was a deadly sin that meant she's a bad candidate for a wife, but Twilight actually using it was just him being a Brilliant Spy. She's ready to blame the clueless parties and to glorify Twilight and his spy skills. All while making wrong assumptions, by the way.

Nightfall has no low self-esteem. She's ready to bring everyone down in order to get what she wants, and she fully believes in her right to do so.

But then, Twilight's/Loid's smile hits her hard, because it hits her emotionally; it makes her jealous. She sees all the ways Yor and Anya are "failing" him and his mission... but even she cannot deny the truth under his smile. The unbreakable, unshakeable Nightfall who will destroy you to get what she wants, now suddenly feels there's competition she needs to take into consideration. The milk incident proved she has Twilight in such a high pedestal that she's ready to make any kind of mental gymnastics to justify what she sees, but in the case of Twilight's smile being 0.1% genuine, she immediately fails to make up any excuse. Because Twilight expressing real emotion, real happiness, because of the previously considered incompetent Yor and Anya, is just that huge for her. She considered them incompetent, hindrances to the mission... but she failed to anticipate the emotional impact those two have had on him. And it's what shocks her, what finally makes her insecure. Because she sees herself as someone who would do a better job at supporting "Loid Forger" as his fake wife, like no-one else would... but when it comes to making him happy, suddenly there's someone competing for that place.

And this is why I like her dynamic; she's cold, calculated and confident, but at the same time she has an uncontrollable obsession over a one-sided infatuation, which makes her the perfect medium to suss out to the audience that Twilight is actually growing feelings for his fake family. It takes both her being cold and distanced AND obsessed to notice the subtle truth behind Loid's smile, and to make it her life's mission to outdo that. And the more she tries that, the more it'll become clear that it's only through Yor and Anya's innocent, genuine efforts to help build a working family that Twilight can find true happiness.

#in this essay I will #Spy x Family #sxf meta #sxf Nightfall #Loid Forger

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adaginy · 2 years

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[Part 1][Part 2][Part 3] [Part 4]

Part 5 "Hey Mom. You have time for a chat? I have some news. ... Cool, not in the quiet car, are you? ... Then change cars, it's rude to take a call in the quiet car, jeez. ... ... Okay. Long story short, a week ago I had to babysit some coworkers at an event for their species. A mating thing, like how sea turtles all come lay eggs at once? ... I don't know, I think the full moon maybe, that's not the point. ... No, Mom, just -- look, a kid gave me a flower. Yes, there were kids there. No, they weren't-- MOM.😑 The kids are supposed to be there, because their parents leave them behind when they're going to get pregnant again, and older aliens take them. ... Ummm, yeah, actually, basically exactly like the Schmidt kids when their mother remarried, yes. So this kid gives me a flower and I take it because that's what you do when kids hand you stuff. And it turns out that's how its species says 'are you my new mommy' and how an adult says yes, so now I've adopted this alien kid. ... Uh-huh.. yep, I'm on new-child leave right now. Yep. Yes! Congratulations!" [Excited shrieking, audible even on this side] "That's the other reason I made you move out of the quiet car. 🤣 ... Yeah, we've made it a TAOL unit for their -- traditional and/or legal unit, a legal space family? It's a TAOL unit for their species and we're looking at what it would mean if we made it a human TAOL unit, too. ... 'Kiddo,' it's an actual Peprine name. ... Peprine. I don't know if they're common on Earth, I haven't been home in -- ... Like a rabbit sortof? That old movie you like with the rabbit cop? But the eyes are like, um, a little like a praying mantis I guess. ... Neither, it-- 🙄 No, not because of me, they just do pronouns differently. It's 'it' until it gets older, then he, then she. It's in class right now. ... There's like ten thousand adults on this ship, Mom, yes, there's enough kids for classes. ... Did you get the dock I ordered for you? It has a switch that'll transmit across calls. ... Well open the box when you get home then, and I'll call you when it's out of class, and you can talk to it. It's a bit shy, though. ... ... Well, yeah, a little afraid of me, but there's another Peprine kid on the ship, and the Peprine adults, and it doesn't talk to them much either. ... I don't know how old exactly. Size of a human 4-year old, but apparently it's going to grow fast. When it's signed up for classes, sometimes it's in a group with 7-year olds, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12-year-olds. ... Coconut, I know it likes coconut. I bet it would like peanut butter, too. Don't send cookies, they can't eat meat, I have to talk to someone about whether they can eat milk and eggs. Or lab-grown stuff. ... Lemme ask. Hey, SOSCU? Can you tell me when the ship's next mail stop is, please? And the next Earth swing? (SOSCU: Ship's Operational and Social Computer Unit. There are sentient AIs, this is not one. Allegedly. Only the humans say 'please'.) ... Mail is the 14th at Zed-μ-5, but the next Earth swing isn't until October. Oh, um, don't send fiddly toys. It doesn't have all its fingers. Just two on one hand. Puzzles yes, model kits no. ... I don't know why, I think born that way. ... Of course I've told it we can get prosthetics. I think it just has Big Feelings about it to work through. ... Ehh. Not to be, you know, speciesist, but by human standards Peprin are kinda fucked up regarding sick kids. So it might just need to, I don't know, come to terms with it being an option. I'll look some stuff up for it, ask medical if they know someone with a falsie who'd be willing to show it off. Don't bring it up when you talk, please. ... No? Oh. Yeah, I could show it my glasses, I didn't even think about that. "

[loud yappy dogs]

"Ow, I guess you're home. Tell Linus and Lucy and Schroeder that I said hi, give them pats for me. Get the shrieking out of your system, look up Peprine so you know what to expect for looks, open up the dock and get it set up and I'll call you in a few hours, okay? ... Love you too, Mommy. Talk to you again soon."

[Part 6]

#humans in space #humans are space oddities #humans are space fae #aliens and humans #humans and alien kids #addie writes

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asherlockstudy · 8 months

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did you watch the last GME? what are ur thoughts

I did.

Once more I am so conflicted over it. I feel a warm and fuzzy - not necessarily pleasant - sensation, like a mix of being embarrassed and mildly inebriated. And I don’t think this is entirely spontaneous. I think they passed it on to me. But it certainly doesn’t help that my day otherwise sucked. I did laugh throughout it, so there's that.

GME 3 SPOILERS BELOW THE CUT

I won’t linger too much on my negative feelings because I have talked about this before and it hasn’t changed the third time. But I can’t help but stress once more that it was evident again that some of their boundaries were getting crossed, Link in the suckling (but if my perception is of any worth, I think he was also uncomfortable in the milk pumping one but he was deflecting by acting cool). Rhett was uncomfortable throughout whenever Link started talking for too long or too freely, as usual. But it was bad enough that Link expressed it openly that his boundaries were crossed and again, I don’t like this being the case and also I don’t understand why the fuck they keep doing it (or maybe I do…?) since they are not okay with it even after freaking practices.

I enjoyed the crew’s presence, mostly because their presence comes as such a stark contrast with that of Rhett and Link’s. It was almost relieving seeing them having fun, laughing, being silly before returning to the lingering vague anxiety of what Rhett and Link will have to do or choose to say next. What a highlight Emily’s accident was! I hope she doesn’t feel bad about it. And the one thing I enjoy about GME somehow the most is that nobody among them seems genuinely made for that type of content. But their persistence of going back at it again and again makes it very amusing to me.

A lot of the content was too prepared and practiced, which kinda turned me off, even though I respect the reasoning behind it. Even Link’s personal story towards the beginning was prepared and practiced since they threw the graphic of “we are still good” before Link remembered to say it. Which brings me again to all my questions of “why going to certain places” since you have practiced so much and apparently know what the various situations you’d get into would be in advance.

The bullying of the commentators was hilarious - it was the comedic highlight of the show for me. I also loved Link shaming Rhett’s butt. Did he say “your ass is the laughing stock of asses?” Or something like that. Oh boy 😄

Me during the mooning: oh they actually have better asses than they clai- *sees the chocolate asses* …. Never mind. (Don’t come at me for this!!!!!!!!!)

It was a good choice that they weren’t…. as inebriated as the previous year. Imagine if they were. Clearly intentional that they weren’t. I know some people complained they were a little more reserved but I believe it was ultimately a wise choice.

However, Link’s mild intoxication made him so lovely. And wasn’t he especially loving to Rhett? He kept touching him, on the shoulders, almost stroking him. He was smiling so tenderly to him. He was so appreciative, so full of love in his words. (How beautiful that part of Rhett being the funniest guy he knows and not being threatened by him was!) Even though part of it, like before the stun cane, was strategic, I am convinced he was being genuine, just more open. More real. Surely not a side Link shows in front of others often but I think it might be a bit like that when they are alone, because there have been implications in many occasions that Link is sweeter, more sensitive, more affectionate, more fragile than he lets on publicly. The most intriguing one was Rhett though, because his face was a rollercoaster. His expression often dropped when Link talked a little too much or at the expectation of Link talking too much. But when he was not worried, he looked at Link with a variation of this (stealing screenshot from @jula483):

I honestly haven’t seen a purer look of affection in one’s face, even if it was within the context of all of Link’s ass hair getting pulled out simultaneously.

That game titled as "your parents forcing you to go to law school" or something? Remember it? Link raised a middle finger at that moment. I think there was a recipient there, Rhett's dad.

It was odd how much Rhett did not want to answer the question about the effects of age on his body. He really was like “Oh you want me to give a real answer about it?” and then never answered, which passed under everyone’s radar, including Link who answered normally. What was the real answer Rhett did not want to give? Infrequent hard-ons? I am not sure it was sexual because this was something he could easily skip and talk about non-sexual effects that happen to everybody, just like Link did. I once again made a bad thought and… I am sorry. Lately, I am a little alarmed by how much they make jokes about Rhett dying first (they always did but it’s become more frequent) and by some insinuations they have made that they even had little arguments about Rhett taking proper care of his diet (the bacon discussion if you can recall) Rhett did say he was diagnosed with high cholesterol, plus all the OURA rings he has. High cholesterol is not anything unusual and I believe they make a bigger deal of this than it should be. I wonder if they are hiding something more there too. That part on Ear Biscuits when Link said he was building a social circle in order to not “go under” once Rhett passes left a bad aftertaste to me. His eyes water almost every time aging and death are mentioned. And Rhett saying in Last Meals that the only thing he is worried about was how Link will handle his death? Why has this shit become a pattern, guys? You are young, hopefully you still have many decades before you. High cholesterol is not the end of the world. Jeez. Hope there’s not more there.

I am dying to know what it was about Lily coming home that Link wanted to talk about its reason so bad but couldn’t. Was it professional… about a special project or personal? Because if it’s personal, I can once again only connect it to all the other personal things Link is dying to talk about but can’t, or Rhett won’t let him. I guess if it was about Lily, he would say it? Who knows. It was curious though.

Link assuming the question was about whether Rhett and Link have caught each other having sex WHILE having sex with each other without a second thought. I very much doubt it was entirely accidental or not thought out at all. Don't tell me they practiced everything except getting to know the questions they will have to answer. I believe Link feigned misinterpreting it in order to pass the message that this thought comes naturally first to him without question, for reasons. Rhett calling him out on his mind going there and naming him "tumblr" was neither teasing exactly nor startlement at all. He was simply abdicating himself of this. He left Link alone on this. He did damage control by making Link the butt of the joke. It is very similar to Rhett's notoriously slipping and saying they were thinking about being in a relationship with one girl at the same time and Link doing damage control by mocking Rhett that that was what he was dreaming. It's the same thing, except Rhett slipped while I believe Link said that on purpose.

Okay, let’s go to the elephant in the room and the only thing that essentially matters in this whole project. Yeah I saw some people “entertain” the idea and bloody “happy wake up”, folks. I am talking about Link’s attempt to come out. To be fair, it was more than an attempt. And I am very calm about it because a) I have been expecting it for months now, as I have explained and b) Link did allude to it a few weeks ago during a GME promo. This is a fact that kills the speculation that “oh Link always says things he does not realise how they sound” and all that crap. A couple of weeks ago or something, while promoting GME, Link said that there might be an “emotional speech” by him that year and that it was a reason we should watch and support it. During the GME itself, there was a recurring reference to the possibility of Link eventually giving an emotional speech, with Rhett becoming very explicitly more and more opposed to it as time passed. Furthermore, in the GMM of Friday, Link was more loving and affectionate than typical, and because I watched it before GME, I suspected that Link had calculated in advance that by that time (post GME) he would be able to act more freely. Based on how things unfolded, it was evident that Link had already made his intention clear to Rhett and apparently the crew, which means the crew indeed knows a lot, if not everything. Rhett was definitely unhappy about it but Link promised he would keep it strictly about himself and Rhett did not have the power or right to prevent him from doing that. As the day actually came, Link was unsure whether he was ready enough to actually do it. It was unclear whether he would go through with this and Rhett hoped until the last moment that Link would eventually chicken out. The plan was for Link to allude to it in the aftershow mostly but because of his anxiety, instead of taking the initiative and starting the big talk, Link just blabbed it out at a point in the main show when he was countering Rhett in a relatively “light” moment. By countering Rhett exactly in the moment he was saying “he was not gay and not being gay was cool”, the impact of his statement was washed out by the act of countering a poorly phrased sentence but also taking advantage in a moment when his own statement would have the least consequences for Rhett since Rhett had just stated he’s not gay. Just like he had promised he wouldn’t involve Rhett in this.

In any case, everyone can try as hard as they want to “not assume” and to “not take out of context”, however Link’s statement was perfectly clear. He mildly scolded Rhett for misspeaking like “not being gay is cool” because “he was on a journey of his own regarding the exploration of himself and his identity” or however exactly he phrased it and “it took a lot of courage to do it”. Yeah, there are no alternative explanations. Whoever needs to deal with this will have to deal with this.

After that, Rhett became progressively more negative in the idea of Link saying more, so plainly that… well… he was downright verbalising it lol He told him to give up on his intentions for an emotional speech, he told him that “whatever it is, keep it to yourself”, he told him “maybe say it to your Uber driver on your way home but not here”. Like, how much clearer should they make all this? I honestly don’t think at this point if people keep acting like it never happened, it will be beneficial for Link. I think it might even feel invalidating, nullifying. He wants to come out, it’s Rhett that won’t let him.

But hey I don’t mean Rhett is a bad guy because his motive is not to oppress or torture Link. Rhett is simply highly aware of all the things that can go wrong in their situation and he’s got a point about that. Besides that, Link might have promised to keep this strictly about himself and not include Rhett, however I think Rhett knows that this is UNREALISTIC. If one of them comes out as attracted to men, and one 99% did already… essentially, people will eventually take it for granted for the other guy as well. Of course, “it doesn’t mean that just because he is attracted to men he is attracted to Rhett and blah blah blah” but honestly… if that’s your argument, listen to yourself. It’s possible, because all possibilities exist but it is the most IMPROBABLE possibility ever. What was the onset of Link’s sexuality exploration? A show? An actor? A friend he meets once a month and low-key doesn’t even care about? Or maybe the guy he has attached to his hip since childhood, shared girlfriends with, shared beds with, shared studies with and shared a living with? The guy he acts rabid for and the guy he teared up because he kissed through plexiglass and the guy he keeps getting on homo scenarios, initially accidentally and now “for the views”? The guy he abandoned his religion with? Besides, if you take into consideration both the coming out and then all the "Rhett is the funniest guy I know, I love him, my best friend etc" musings, it's not hard to put two and two together.

And here’s the thing; none of this is one-sided. Link did all this WITH Rhett, not for or due to Rhett. WITH. So Rhett knows that everyone with common sense and a good understanding of statistics will be able to tell that:

Link comes out as non-straight >>> Link loves Rhett >>> it is mutual >>> Rhett is not straight either.

Rhett did try to overcorrect the situation so much. I am not gay. It’s cool not being gay. I mean, it’s okay not being gay. My wife this, I did that to my wife. Fucking a vagina just hits differently. I ate out my wife. THANKS FOR SAYING I AM THE CUNNILINGUS CHAMPION.

The most Rhett implied was that apparently he could “make it work for science???” or something like that, even though he is not attracted to men. I found it interesting how this seems to agree with my speculations on how their relationship started - with Link coming out to him and probably tricking him into a purely “friends with benefits - no feelings attached” situation which Rhett hopelessly thought would be an easy peasy arrangement for his sex positive self - only for it to blow up on his face. All these can be perceived through the allegory of “We Dug A Medium sized Hole” but on other projects as well. It could even still be how Rhett genuinely feels - that Link is his exception in the rule, romantically at least. In any case, Rhett knows it’s a slippery slope. And he’s not ready for it at all. But we will see how Sextember goes. Is it going to be overcorrecting or will Link push through it a little more?

Their scripted videos show that there is an intention towards pushing, however Rhett or even both of them pull back whenever it threatens to become more serious. Link wasn’t bummed one bit at Rhett for preventing him to disclose more. I think a part of him was relieved from the pressure when Rhett took charge to instruct him to not go on with it.

Rhett was so painfully aware of everything. The aftershow was literally delayed because he had locked himself in the toilet checking reactions to the show. His personality is not at all ideal for so risky moves and it explains his dread apart from the factual very real dread of shooing away half the viewers and thus half the income, let alone half the family. You know, this is ultimately why I dislike GME. I suspected it but I think now I understand because they basically admitted it on the show themselves. GME, much like their scripted videos, is conditioning of the viewers. An evaluation of how much their viewers are eager to take. Making them used to it. They did these things and then asked the viewers whether it was not too much or too much. What’s the point of this? Your viewers paid for adult content (although that exceeded a typical No-porn/ no-sex mature show), why do you ask them if they can take it or not? They plainly admitted that they were taking this feedback into account. “We draw conclusions from it!” Yeah, they draw conclusions about how far they can go. Is their audience ready for an “what if we told you it’s all true”? Are their viewers willing to consider such imagery might be a real thing between them?

Ultimately though, they are not okay with being like that in front of viewers. Link was frustrated, not because what happened was gross, but because it put him in such a vulnerable position. What happened yesterday doesn’t differ much from a soft only fans situation, I will repeat. There was sexual stimulation of one friend to another. And secret lover. In front of thousands paying for it. Not everyone is made for this. Most people aren’t made for this actually. I am adamant that it is not healthy for them in specific and it would be much healthier to eventually decide whether they would like to keep their truth secret but safe forever or come out bravely knowing they might be sacrificing a lot of very important stuff in their lives but at least finally finding some inner peace. This thing now is slow burn torture without ever achieving closure. This is the reason I speak badly about GME. It is not comedy. It is comedy rooted in a very difficult, a bad situation that involves suffering. People have said before that I make this a bigger deal than it is. You are entitled to your opinion but from my side I also don’t think you are right.

Okay, I screwed this up. I said this wouldn’t be as negative. I am sorry. But whoever comes to my blog for my thoughts on this knows my feelings about it more or less. I can not gloss over it. They are real people. Their situation is real and it is a hard one. I believe they don’t know how to handle it. I don’t pretend to know better, I am just sensing the way they are taking might not be a good way. I wish the best for them, no matter what their choice is. When someone intoxicated tells you after the show he himself hosted that everything is a blur and that they don’t know how to feel about it and that they aren’t happy but they are happy for you being happy with it and that they aren’t willing to rewatch any of this, if that’s not a red flag the size of an elephant I don’t know what is.

#rhink #rhett and link #gme #gme 3 #gme3 #randl #r&l #negativity #brace yourselves for this #mythical #tw negativity #tw cholesterol #tw health mention #tw diet mention #anon #ask

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seospicybin · 1 year

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HAPPY VALENTINE'S DAY!

And happy Alentine's Ay to to anyone who didn't get any V or D on this special day. Eitherway, I have just the 8 fics to make your heart fluttering. (Also, as an effort to beat the allegations that I only write sad fics!)

I curated a playlist of my favorite love songs here 💘

THINNING. Bangchan x reader. (s,f)

It's a classic friends-to-lovers. I surprised myself because I personally thought Chan wouldn't fit that trope. Why? Because I would catch feelings right away without being his friend first. fyi, this fic is inspired by a Reddit thread.

Fave quote: "But people oftentimes hide behind the 'actions speak louder than words' and that makes them okay with love left unsaid. No one is a mind reader. If you love someone, they want you to verbalize how you feel. This is real life, not a chess game."

PEACH. Lee Know x reader. (s, a whole lot of f)

The idea was born from the fact that Minho likes strange smells (e.g gasoline, concrete, etc) and he likes them because they hold certain memories for him. It's a one-shot with a sprinkle of breeding kink. One of my favorite old works of mine and there's a cameo from Soonie.

Fave quote: “You are one ripe, juicy peach,” he said against your lips, “and everybody wants a taste.”

PIED PIPER. Changbin x reader. (s,f)

I think I created a dangerous Changbin in this fic but do I regret it? Not at all. Think of campus bad boy Changbin who knows how to seduce you just right. Seductive and a little messy, just how I like it.

Fave quote: "One more look in the mirror and he gets the assurance that he doesn't need to be insecure about his body, he knows he'll never fit into everyone's standard but he feels good about himself. That's why girls are crazy for him. He is so sure of himself and it shows."

ONE DANCE. Hyunjin x reader. (s,f)

I never wrote a fic this fast. It's smut with a simple plot and not going to lie, I loved it so much. I'm writing the full fic on this from the mc pov, hope I'll be able to release it soon. And oh I recommend listening to Frank Ocean's Pyramid as you read it.

Fave quote: "His worry replaced with the guilt of ever doubting your feelings for him, but on top of that, he feels the happiest to know that you are his. He's indeed so lucky to have your love for free."

DOTING. Han x reader. (s,f)

It's dorky, awkward, and bizarrely cute (?) I got inspired by an episode of Black Mirror that I come back to from time to time. I promise you it has no grim ending, but you'll learn a lot of new random facts from reading it.

Fave quote: "If humans truly are made of star stuff, he believes you are made from the brightest star in the universe because he refuses to believe that he is made of the same thing. As he stares at your body he changes his mind almost immediately, he believes you are made of outer space and he wants to explore."

GODSPEED. Felix x reader. (s,f,a)

It tells about a relationship that forces one to be out of its comfort zone. I tried to capture every bit of Felix in it and it's my favorite Felix fic second close to Twin Flame. I know there's angst in it but trust me, the pain is worth it in the end.

Fave quote: "You can’t stay stagnant in a relationship just because it feels comfortable. You were too comfortable and that was why the space scared you both."

ONE PROPOSITION. Seungmin x reader. (s,f)

Do you also think that love is just... yuck??? If yes, then let Seungmin change your mind. It's cute but not on the cringe side (or I hope so) it's rom-com worthy and Seungmin is so Seungmin in it with his square shoulders and he's a good kisser and and and...

Fave quote: "Love is some hocus pocus shit, got you completely bewitched."

MILK. I.N x reader. (s,f)

Just like the title itself, a love story that is so simple and sweet. It doesn't have, let's say, 'the happiest of ending' but I like it how it is. A love that asks nothing, it's as pure as milk.

Fave quote: "They remind me that there are still some innocence and purity in this world. And the way they see the world with so much curiosity and full of wonder, I wish I could relive that again,” he said with a sigh.

“To experience everything for the first time all over again,” you added while looking up at the blue sky."

Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! Remember that the greatest love of all is the love you have for yourself, or that's what the one Celine Dion song taught me. ily 🤟🏻💘

#stray kids smut #skz smut #skz x reader #stray kids imagines #stray kids scenarios #skz fics #skz fanfics #seospicy smuts #seospicy smut recs

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revisitingfandoms · 3 months

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Now I mentioned him brief in a previous post- Caramel Shade Cookie.

Now first things first Caramel is genderfluid in the sense of fuck gender I dress how I wanna dress and use whatever pronouns I want to use, respect those.

Now here is his pallet and design.

And here he is! Now onto the story.

Caramel Shade Cookie was not born in the great times of beasts or in the chaos of the dark Flour war. He was born from a Dark Cacao warrior seeking a male heir. Yet unbeknown to either of his parents fate crept around the cornor. To the horror of his mother, his father bundled him up and upheaved their lives from the republic to return to the winter lands of the dark Cacao kingdom.

Under his father, only high expectations and broken promises laid. One day, tired of the endless march to the Cacao Kingdom and the daily training, Caramel Shade Cookie- back then Caramel Flour Cookie- ran into the woods much to his fathers rage.

The boy ran between trees, over logs and a slow growing grin over the feel of grass. Yet in his running he failed to notice he was lost- much less that he'd lost his father. It would be hours until the sun was ready to set that did he notice.

The boy nervous as he was continued to move forward, unwilling to return to his father at this moment- it was only minutes after he discovered an animal- a cream wolf trapped under a log. Using the bare strength he had he helped manover the log off of the wolf pup. Looking down at the pup he hestiantly pick up the squirming pup.

He blinked as growls where heard and paled when he spoted the cream wolves. The boy ran- wolf cub in arms, scared, fearful and likely to be eaten, yet he came to a cliff side, a massive gapping hole, looking each which way as the growls came closer, the boy jumped for his life.

And he fell.

By an odd turn of luck, he would survive the fall and find a shut pair of doors with an eye drawn onto them. As the cold set in and with desperation to find medical supplies the boy pushed the doors open with a struggle, as he made his way into the building the doors shut behind him.

The boy would stay within that delve for years- living, breathing, learning alongside his now familar. It was when he came across a spell at twevlve years old that would change the boys course forever more.

A poton brewed, a handful of magic dust and a spoken incantion, the boy placed his hand over his eye and casted the magic. It wasn't anything at first until the pain set in- he wanted to remove his hand but he couldn't- he shook, cried and broke under the pain before collpasing with only the wolf.

Waking up the boy is different- he is changed. The eye- his eye- is now a reflection of somebody elses and anytime he closes it- he can see what the other is doing. The boy recovers and he learns from this. He loses who he once was and becomes somebody new.

Years later the boy leaves with his wolf, opening the doors with ease and a key around his neck. He looks at the sun above him and sighs, "...I believe its time to head home, Frosted." He pets the wolf as they set off- all the way back to where he was once taken from.

Funky little guy- Long story story the delve is one of Shadow Milks hide outs of knowledge and Caramel Shade is very resislant. If you have any questions about him, I will be glad to answer them! Also yes- It is shadow Milks eye he can see from and No shadow Milk doesn't know about someone having his eye- If someone wants I can expand upon it later

#shadow milk cookie #cookie run kingdom #cookie run au #cookie run oc #crk #the discples of knowledge #caramel arrow cookie #Caramel Shade Cookie

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