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chuluoyi · 16 days

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✎ heaven's fury

- gojo satoru x reader

sometimes you forget that your husband has burdens as the strongest sorcerer alive. when he goes back home from a bad day and you're the first person he comes contact to, you're made aware of it once again

genre: angry!gojo, a bit of hurt with looots of comfort and fluff !! it’s self-indulgent too🤭

note: i knooow i said i'll post gojo angst next, but i forgot i have this in backburner too so... this hurt/comfort goes first :') based on an anon's request. loosely takes place after baby!

a part of gojo's love entries

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“Sukuna's vessel is a threat— he must be executed as soon as possible!”

“The more we put this off, the greater the risk he poses to society!”

“Gojo, you can't delay his sentence any longer—!”

Weak. All of them. They always make excuses. Trying to pin blame on someone else.

The jujutsu world he lives in… is wretched. Gojo Satoru thought he knew that well already, or at least knew enough to not get riled up over it.

Apparently not.

“Gojo-sensei? You look scary...”

Typically, he would mask his clear disdain with sharp-witted jibes, but he reached his limit this time. Especially since they had been pressuring him relentlessly to execute Itadori Yuji for at least five times a week, each week.

. . .

“Satoru, oh, you're home already!”

At the end of it all, he went home with the worst of moods. It served as a reminder—of his deep-seated contempt for weakness and how burdensome he found the task of protecting the insufferable to be.

“Satoru...?”

And it's because of their weakness that Suguru—

“Satoru, are you—?”

“Just fucking shut it!”

And that was when he saw you, standing before him with wide eyes, cradling your—his—precious baby in your arms, who was sound asleep.

“Huh…?”

Satoru immediately tensed up, realizing his mistake. And what hit him even harder was— is that a flicker of hurt he saw flashing across your face?

If so, then you quickly blinked it away because in the next instant, your face lit up with a warm smile— kind of forced, to his dismay. “Welcome home, Satoru.”

Something inside him churned, his heart started to ache, and there was a bitter taste in his mouth then.

There you were, as accepting as ever, and he cherished you for it.

But not tonight. Not for this. You didn't deserve any of his misplaced resentment.

Damn it. Damn it all!

In response, he offered you a subtle nod and headed to the bathroom, thinking a shower might help clear his foul mood away.

Contrary to what Satoru might think, you didn't really hold anything against him.

You were surprised, yes, because he was usually such a ball of energy even when he got back from intercity missions, but more than the hurt, you would understand if now, he was pissed some way or another.

Your husband is still a human. He is entitled to be upset on some days.

After ensuring your son was comfortably asleep in his cot, you returned to your bedroom to find Satoru already in bed, facing away from you. Hmph... now that you thought about it, this silence between you was unacceptable.

“Satoru.” You poked his side, but he didn't budge and still had his eyes shut. You arched an eyebrow. “Satoru? You can't be asleep.”

“…” No answer. Okay, let's try something else.

“Honey, talk to me? Hmm?” you decided to swallow the heat on your face as you addressed him more intimately. Mind you, you didn't usually call him that. He was the one in charge of pet names.

“…” This shithead. That's it.

“Satoru, my tummy hurts—”

“What?” In an instant, he flipped over, abruptly sitting up. “What hurts—”

Seizing the opportunity, you tugged him by the neck, and both of you tumbled onto the bed, with him landing on top of you. Satoru instinctively held himself up and cushioned the back of your head with his hand so you wouldn’t crash into the headboard—his blue eyes wildly flickering, searching for any sign of discomfort or harm.

“You good?” he made a face upon realizing your ruse.

“You won’t talk to me otherwise,” you noted with a hint of annoyance. But then your eyes softened into a concerned frown. “Satoru… what’s wrong?”

Once again, Satoru felt hollow. You were worried and it reached him. “It’s nothing,” he replied, looking away, trying to downplay his fury.

You pulled him close, his head against your chest, and though he was stiff and taken aback at first, he released a reluctant sigh and instinctively snuggled closer, finding comfort in your embrace.

“There, there…” you soothed with a smile, gently running your fingers through his hair. “Feel better now?”

He let out another sigh against you, returning the hug and nuzzling his face against your chest. His body heat enveloped you like a blanket.

And after a while...

“...’m sorry for yelling at you...” he muttered with such regret it made your eyes widen. “Didn’t mean it.”

The slight prickle in your heart dissipated at once, hearing his muffled voice.

“Mm-hmm, I know.”

“Really.”

“Mmm, really, really.”

He held you a little tighter, breathing in your scent, and you kept stroking his head. He looked so despondent it warmed your heart, and made you want to pet him. “Our baby loves being held like this too,” you giggled fondly. “You big baby… you’re just like him.”

Your husband let out a soft grunt against your chest, exhaling deeply.

“Whenever you’re ready, talk to me, yes?”

And so after several more pats on his head, Satoru finally told you everything, about how the higher-ups were relentlessly pressing him to put an end to Yuji, the new kid he recently enrolled to the jujutsu school.

“They're just some paranoid old fools—”

“Mm-hmm.”

“—stinky, cringey, looks depressed most of the time—”

“Heh— now that's just plain disrespect.”

“Yuji is just clueless and just has a lot to learn,” Satoru grumbled sullenly. “They didn't even teach him a thing and incapable to— how dare they? To keep him ignorant and then murder him?”

...oh.

And at that moment, you found clarity. Why he got so worked up, why he got irate this time whereas he was usually insensitive.

First, it was because of your tragic youth. No one protected Haibara from his unfortunate incident and was there for Geto when he needed it the most—which still haunted him to this day.

And secondly, because he himself is a father too. No one deserves their youth being taken away. That has been his moral compass, and the sense grows even stronger ever since the baby was born.

It made something inside you flutter.

“Satoru...” you breathed out, smiling, squeezing him affectionately. “You’re ... a kind person.”

“Huh?”

“You take it upon yourself to mentor those kids,” you mused. “Just look at Megumi and Yuta; they've turned out just fine.”

Truthfully, Satoru didn't consider himself as kind as you made him out to be. At times he felt like he was doing it because it was right, sometimes he thought it was for fun, and at other times, he simply didn't feel like seeing more deaths or wrong paths. And he was sure if you had asked Megumi whether he was a good teacher or not, the grumpy boy would only roll his eyes.

But then, just as he looked up at you, the prettiest smile blossomed on your face, and you said to him—

“And as your wife, I’m... proud of you.”

The way you sincerely told him that made his breath catch in his throat, and his heart pound a little faster.

The woman who has become his everything. This unabashed, pure love you show him.

“Sweets, I—” he suddenly rose, back to on top of you. But his voice faltered, remembering the way he coldly snapped at you earlier. “I...”

You looked up at him innocently. And he swallowed the shame because he had to tell you too.

Because you were so, so incredibly precious to him, and he wanted you to know that.

“…love you,” he mumbled, his beautiful eyes meeting yours with no hesitation. His cheeks were burning, tinted with a shade of pink—and you out of all people knew best that him being embarrassed meant as good as him not being horny—

But before you could point it out, he leaned down towards you, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss. There was no trace of the man who was hungry for your body— it was just a long, chaste kiss that contained his feelings for you.

And when he pulled back, both of you were panting slightly, trying to catch your breath. Then, he pursed his lips, his eyes glittery—somehow reminding you of your baby's face just before he cried out for his milk.

“I wanna pay for my sin. Wanna cuddle you too.”

And so you let him. He held you close, his arm under your head and you traced lazy lines on his chest, feeling contented and somewhat giddy.

“You feel that bad, huh?” you chuckled, noticing his continued gloominess.

“I am,” he puffed out his cheeks before pressing a kiss on your forehead. “Because if anyone else dares to tell you off like that, I'll wreck them on the spot.”

“Hmm, how romantic. But come to think about it... you did look a little scary though...”

At that moment, he felt his heart drop, his eyes instantly rounded in alarm, looking at you with dismay.

“No, no, I'm not scary! Wifey, I'm your devoted and loving husband!”

Epilogue

Your morning started with your baby's cries. When you glanced over, Satoru was gone from your bed already. Curious, you made your way to the baby's room, and what you saw there caused you to raise an eyebrow.

"Satoru... what are you...?"

He turned to you with an expression so heartbroken as he rocked his wailing baby. "He keeps crying, I don't know why..."

However, your attention was drawn more to his disheveled appearance. Messy hair, slitted eyes as if he hadn't brushed off sleep, and most of all, the dark eyebags under his eyes.

"Uh, Satoru... give him to me."

When he did, your baby calmed down almost instantly, his sobs turning into light sniffles, and your husband could only scratch his head in confusion.

"Why...? When I tried to look at him, he cried even harder—"

"...no offense, but if I were a baby and someone who looks like a panda holds me up, I'd get scared and cry too."

Satoru let out a theatrical gasp, clutching his chest as he hovered your baby—

"Nooo! Papa didn't mean to scare you—!"

...but to his horror, your baby turned away from him, hiding his face in your chest instead.

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st4rrth0ughts · 3 months

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using a gun during hate? sex with Aventurine. ♣️🎲

cw, tw: exhibitionism, gun play. the next few posts will be requests and drabbles from my drafts, stay patient, lovelies :3 edit: im the og sub aventurine writer?!?!

Aventurine is the man your supposed to have killed. One of his old clients had paid you a good sum to kill him. But it seemed that your lovely gambler had found out about it, so now, its just the two of you in his dimly lit office, his hips grinding your crotch teasingly as he whispers in you, his former bodyguard’s ear, how your unable to pull the trigger, how you don't have the guts to actually go through with it. Well, you may not have the intentions of shooting him, but you have no intention of letting him go without punishment.

He is still trying to tease you. Even when you have him against his desk, a gun to his neck, his back facing you, he still manages to turn around and gives you that infuriatingly smug smirk as his face is just ever so slightly flushed, letting away a chance for you to break his composure. Grab his pants and pull it down, your finger immediately finding his clit, inserting a finger roughly, watching the blond jerk in surprise as a moan escapes his lips, as you realise that he's leaking slick. Bastard, he's turned on by the fact that you were about to kill him? How pathetic.

While he's busy whimpering like a dog in heat at how your cool fingers slide in him, his movements getting more and more frantic as he tries to fuck himself back on your fingers, you shove the head of the gun into his mouth, muffling his grunts and whines as he sucks on the head of the gun, his mind already in a hazy state. He's is drooling around the head of the gun, his lilac eyes rolling back while he complains about you pulling your fingers out of him, and letting out a choked yelp when you shove your angry cock into him.

Press him against the desk, your cock hitting all the right spots in him, just like how it was before. The gambler's reduced to nothing but a drooling, moaning mess while he cums around you for the nth time, begging you to stop, trying to grab onto your hands. Slap his ass, whisper in his ear about how fucking slutty he looks, being fucked silly by the man who was going to assassinate him, all the while he's gripping the table or your wrists, sobbing as he feels you pound into his cervix. The door to his office was unlocked, as much as the possibility of his subordinates or some other poor person seeing a man of authority getting fucked stupid by his assassin both terrified and excited him, even if no one else knew who you really were. Not that it mattered, he still considered you his lover.

Press him against the office window, fucking him hard from behind as his wrists are pressed against the pane, his eyes rolling back as one leg is slung over your shoulder, the new angle letting you push even deeper in his slutty hole, sharp wails tumbling out of his mouth as he cums around your cock again, a ring of white forming around the base of your dick, cum dripping onto the carpet below the two of you. He's on display, even if it is the dead of the night, anyone could walk below the building, and they would have a full view of one of the IPC's strategic investment senior manager getting breeded by his own bodyguard. Well, at least to the others, you were his bodyguard. he couldn't get away from you, even if he wanted to.

He'll wail when your cum fills him up, tears dripping down his face as drool slips past his lips, body slumping forward as he goes limp, soft pleas of 'p-please… s' too m-much…'. Of course, you don't heed his begging, opting to lift his legs onto your shoulders and press him against the office door, he shrieks when you slam into him, his body spasming in pure ecstasy and pain as your thrusts sent jolts through his entire being. Maybe keeping you around wasn't such a bad decision.

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deviouz · 4 months

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. . . stuck between a rock and a hard place

still not over the shadowheart + astarion sandwich thing, so i dumped my brain into this post. do not perceive me !!

astarion who has to keep you pinned against his chest, wrists cradled in one of his hands while the other rests against your hip, rubbing his thumb into the smoothness of your plush skin. he’s kissing along the column of your throat, the sharpness of his incisors occasionally peeking through to graze across your neck just to see you jump, feel your heartbeat quicken. he’s whispering praise after praise, rendering you speechless and a mess of incoherent babbles.

shadowheart is cruel with her thrusts, hips pistoning into your hard enough to bruise. she’s got one of your legs curled around her waist, the other pressed cruelly against your chest — dark eyes daring you to move. she’d love to do nothing more than put you in your rightful place, kneeling before her with the most deliciously submissive of expressions carved into your angelic features. corrupting you had been so fun. you practically worshipped the ground she and astarion walked on, desperate for their attention and touch at all times.

as you gasp out, body strung tightly and mind blank. you were a mess of broken pleas and sobs of pleasure, shuddering and writing about as if you were torn between a desperate need for more and the need to hide away because it was all too much. astarion held you closer, a hand sliding over your chest to rest at the base of your neck. as he kissed up your neck, pulling your lolled head to the side so he could access more skin, his fingers pressed into your neck as a test. “keep still, darling. you can do that for us, can’t you? such a good girl for us.”

one of shadowheart’s hands come down to cup your breast, a wicked smile curling onto pretty rosey lips as she twists your nipple with a laugh. she revels in the way you squeak, pressing further into the comforting embrace of the vampire wrapped around you. he shushes you, filling your senses with praises, curls dancing across your skin. shadowheart’s thrusts have your eyes rolling back, harsh enough to have you wondering if you’d be able to walk after all was said and done. when she got into these moods, the need to dominate and turn you into a brainless, mewling toy for her to break, you hardly ever came out of it unscathed. “good? gods, don’t fill her brain with that nonsense, astarion. i haven’t heard so much as a ‘thank you’ fall from her lips tonight. i’d hardly call that good.”

upon hearing that, a slew of ‘thank you’s’ began to tumble through kiss-swollen lips. shadowheart was more than willing to leave you on the cusp of orgasm, refusing your release as means of punishment. it had happened time and time before, and not even batting your eyelashes and begging oh-so-prettily had convinced astarion to grant you reprieve.

“don’t be so cruel, shadowheart. i’m not sure if i can possibly bear another one of her desperate little ploys, as endearing as it is.”

the way shadowheart and astarion spoke about you as if you weren’t even there had you clenching around the faux-cock nestled deep within you, filling you to the brink and bumping against that spongey spot with every other thrust. you were so, so close. high pitched moans and broken whimpers gave that much away. you prayed shadowheart was feeling forgiving.

you could have cried when shadowheart’s hand trailed along your thigh, immediately going to thumb at your engorged heat. soaked wasn’t the proper word to describe what you had done to the plush bed; wetness dripped down, trailing down your folds and the bottoms of your ass to add to the puddle beneath you. it was humiliating.

it wasn’t long before an orgasm wracked throughout your writhing body. it had you damn near screaming, head thrown back and nails digging into your palms with a sharp bite. astarion intertwined his fingers with yours, sweetly kissing along your shoulder as shadowheart fucked you through the overwhelming pleasure of it all. the curl of her lips had your heart thrumming impossibly faster, all mischievous and mean.

“oh, you couldn’t possibly have thought that i’d stop after just one, did you?” came a sharp tongue, “we’re going to be here all night, darling.”

#do not look at me.#will i ever shut up about shadowheart and astarion? no.#god let me be ruined by them in my next life please 🙏🏻#bg3 #astarion x tav smut #astarion x tav #astarion x reader #astarion x reader smut #bg3 smut #shadowheart x tav smut #shadowheart x reader smut #shadowheart smut #astarion smut #shadowheart x tav #shadowheart x reader #. . . astarion 💭#. . . shadowheart 💭#. . . my fics 💌

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ervans · 1 year

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cw: influencer!ellie x f!reader, smut, sex-tape, filming sexual activity, spit, semi-rough(?) sex, strap-on usage, choking, degrading, squirting.

a/n: im finally posting something?? and it’s smut?? gonna post this and sit in shame

unapologetically thinking about influencer!ellie having a sex tape leaked. she’d be well known for her commentary videos and semi-frequent streams where she gamed, which is how she ended up meeting you through some mutual friends. her fanbase knew you as her shy, sweet girlfriend who wouldn’t dare hurt a fly.

of course being with someone in the spotlight came with lots of speculation regarding your relationship, including more intimate things such as sex. quite frankly, everyone thought you were vanilla. and while yes, you and ellie didn’t mind taking things slow and being more “basic” occasionally, that speculation couldn’t be more far from the truth. and her fans found out in the, best for them and worst for you, way possible. you and ellie had talked about filming during sex before, her being an influencer meant traveling frequently and often led to nights where you’d have to soothe the ache between your legs alone.

so yeah, having a video of her railing you into next year would be nice. she started filming the tape about midway through your session. you were on your hands and knees, camera pointed at her strap slewing in and out of your sopping core. if you looked close enough you could see a white ring starting to form around the base of the light purple silicon. her soft pants and grunts somehow being heard over the noises emitting from you. “f-fuck ellie- god yes” you’d somehow manage to spew out as her hips piston, hitting that spot that made you see stars. “yeah baby? you like that huh?” she’d pant out in response, flipping the camera so you could see her face, red and sweaty, pupils so blown with arousal, barely any green was visible. she’d keep the camera pointed at her face for a bit longer, knowing you liked seeing her expressions when she fucked you.

she then flipped both you and the camera over so your body was on full display. bruises littered all over your neck, chest, and stomach, lips parted glistening with spit (you had been drooling, that’s how well she was fucking you). making sure her hand was in frame, she brought it up to your neck, wrapping her fingers around you tight enough it was sure to leave a mark. “open your mouth baby” she commanded. and who were you to disobey, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out so it rested against your bottom lip. “fuck, you’re such a good little slut, you know that right? of course you do” she’d say as she moved her mouth around gathering spit. at this point she had stopped moving her hips, strap still inside you as she leaned over your body and puckered her lips. slowly the drop of spit fell from her mouth, the lighting making it glisten in the camera as it fell onto your awaiting tongue. you greedily swallowed and both you and ellie let out a moan as you licked your lips, not wanting to waste a single drop.

ellie started moving her hips again slowly, one hand still holding the camera while the other held your neck. as she started thrusting faster, you felt a heat creep up in your belly and a familiar coil begin to tighten. “m-more ellie more, please please, i need it” you gasped and moaned, her hand tightening around your neck as she slammed into you at a brutal pace. she quickly let go of your neck, grabbing a pillow and shoving it under your hips so she could thrust into you deeper. “yeah, you like being used as my fuck toy huh? look so pretty under me, being a good girl and letting me fuck you the way i want” she groaned, gathering more saliva in her mouth and spitting it right onto your clit. she brought the hand that had been around your neck down and used her thumb to rub circles over your spit covered nerve. you cried out incoherent sentences as you tumbled over the edge, vision going blurry as you squirted all over the silicon and ellies hips. she ended the video tossing her phone onto the nightstand as she started to slowly clean you up.

it wasn’t until about two weeks later that the video got leaked. ellie was away on a trip doing some shoot when you got a text from her saying it had somehow got released and was making its rounds on twitter. sure enough, when you opened the app you came face to face with, probably the hottest homemade porn video you could’ve thought of and tweets admitting that boy oh boy were we wrong about ellie williams girlfriend.

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nicoline1998enilocin · 2 months

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Caught in the moment

PAIRING | Boyfriend!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 4.8K

SUMMARY | What was supposed to start as a relaxing morning for you and Tony has turned into your worst nightmare, making you unable to look your mother-in-law in the eyes for the foreseeable future. When she eventually pulls you aside to talk about what happened, you understand it's nothing to be worried about, and you can even look back at what happened with a smile on your face.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | Established relationship, use of nicknames (Sunshine, Love/My Love), occasional use of Y/N.

ANGST | Light angst, lots of embarrassment, awkward moments during breakfast

SMUT | Dirty talk, light teasing, oral (M receiving), fingering, protected vaginal sex, cockwarming, sort of orgasm denial/getting caught during sex

A/N | This story is a rewritten version of the one posted this afternoon. I have decided to rewrite the story and take out the angst/swap it for more lighthearted moments to fit the story better.

A/N 2.0 | From the moment this idea popped into my head, I couldn't let it go, and I had to write it down! I want to thank @mrsbuckybarnes1917 for her help when I got stuck while writing. I also want to give my deepest gratitude and love to @ccbsrmsf1 for all the help, support, proofreading, and the photo because you have truly taken this to the next level! 💙

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | Photo: @ccbsrmsf1

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Mornings with Tony have quickly become your favorite. From lazy cuddles to steamy make-out sessions, and from him feeding you breakfast in bed to you being his breakfast, you can never get enough of them. But this morning, you wish things had gone differently. It would have saved you the embarrassment of looking your mother-in-law in the eye after what had happened.

Today started very peacefully as he pulled you against his chest, the warmth of his skin feeling very comforting against yours. Both dressed in nothing but your underwear, making it so that you can feel him all over your body. From his chest against your back, his leg hooked over yours, his hand on your stomach as it's trailing upwards toward your breasts, and his lips on your neck. He's everywhere at once, and the feeling is intoxicating in the best way possible.

The softest moan escapes your lips as his hand kneads your breast, and your nipple hardens at the touch. Arousal pools in your panties as you let Tony take his time with you, soft groans tumbling from his lips as he sucks small hickies in the base of your neck as a visual representation of your shared love.

"Let's get you out of this, Sunshine," Tony says in his deep morning voice, and you let him take his time undressing you before taking off his boxer briefs, too. As you're splayed out before him, he takes a moment to admire your body and the ink adorning your skin as his fingertips run over them.

"I'm so fortunate to call you mine, Sunshine, and I can't wait to be buried inside you again," he tells you as his fingers glide through your folds, making you moan as you arch your back into his touch. He gathers some of your arousal before licking it off his fingers with a satisfied hum, only arousing you further.

"Taste like heaven, Sunshine; your pussy's the sweetest thing I've ever tasted in my life," he tells you as he crawls over you, his hard cock resting on your pussy as he leans in to capture your lips. With a slight, teasing grind, his tip gets caught on your clit, making you gasp, allowing him to slip his tongue into the warmth of your mouth.

It doesn't take long for Tony to have grabbed a condom and rolled it around his length, lining it up with your entrance before carefully sliding it in. He'll always be mindful of you and your comfort, not wanting to accidentally hurt you by going too fast.

"'s so big, Tony; feels so good inside me," you whisper in his ear as he's nuzzled into your neck, taking his sweet time to slide into you. There's no rush for either of you, and he plans on making every last second count, dragging your pleasure out for as long as possible.

"That's it, just a little more," he whispers as he slides in the rest of his cock, his balls making contact with your ass before you wrap your legs around his hips instinctively.

Savoring every soft moan and whimper tumbling from your lips as his veiny, delicious cock stretches your soft walls until his tip hits your sweet spot as he's buried inside you completely.

His lips capture yours just in time to catch the loud moan escaping, as you two need to be quiet so as not to bring any attention to yourselves. You're staying at Howard and Maria's house for a long weekend, and they're both light sleepers, so you don't want to wake them up with your antics in the morning.

"That's it, Sunshine, taking me so well, you feel perfect around my cock," he whispers as he sets a slow pace, the comforter sliding down his body more with each thrust until his entire ass is bared to the room, only your legs covered by the warm fabric.

With every slow drag of his cock in and out of you, your pleasure is building, your orgasm creeping closer and closer, and all you can think about is Tony and how perfect your babies would look, and you're not afraid of telling him just that.

"I want to have your babies, Tony, want you to pump me full of your cum and give me all your beautiful babies," you tell him as your nails drag over his back, leaving dark red scratches as your pleasure intensifies, his rapidly increasing thrusts only spurring you on more.

"Yeah? 's that what you want, Sunshine? Want me to breed you until you're fucking dripping with my cum and round with my babies? God, take my fucking-" is all he can say before the door swings open, and you hear a loud, high-pitched shriek - which turns out to be from Tony.

In a reflex, you look at the door, only to find Maria standing there with a laundry basket of clean clothes. You can't help but look at her with a shocked look in your eyes as you feel the embarrassment flooding your system while Tony pulls the comforter over his lap to cover himself up. He doesn't notice at the moment that you're left to fend for yourself, and you quickly grab his pillow to cover yourself, too, unable to look Maria or Tony in the eye after what just happened.

"Get out, Mom! Get out! Jesus, don't you know how to knock?!" Tony yells at her when she quickly leaves the room, shutting the door behind her after being too stunned to do anything. It's not every day she finds her son balls deep in his girlfriend, after all.

Embarrassment quickly makes its way through your body as tears gather in the corners of your eyes as you shut them tightly, wanting to curl into a ball as the ground opens up and swallows you whole. A deep blush spreads over Tony's face, neck, and chest as it slowly sinks in what has happened, but as soon as he looks at you, he can feel his heart break a little.

"Can I touch you, Sunshine?" he asks softly, and you nod in response, soft sniffles coming from the pillow you're clutching while you sit up, ready to let Tony pull you into his chest. His scent envelops you as his arms wrap around you, calming you down with his touch.

"I'm so sorry about what happened, Sunshine; I am. I really should talk with her about boundaries because this wasn't okay," he tells you calmly as he's trying to be strong for you. He's putting his feelings of embarrassment to the side as he's calming you down.

You shift so that you're wrapping your arms around him, too, the pillow you were clutching onto earlier now lying beside you. Your face is nuzzled into Tony's neck as the realization of what happened sinks in.

"Are you okay, Sunshine?" Tony asks, but you shrug before pulling away and looking at his face. The sad look on your features makes him feel horrible, and he gently kisses each of your cheeks before placing his hands on them, his thumbs rubbing over your cheekbones in a soothing motion.

"I can't believe Maria saw me naked - I mean... I was about to cum, for crying out loud! I can't believe she saw this; what will we do? What will she think of me, Tony?!" you spew out, the words coming out a mile a minute while you're gathering your thoughts.

"Hey, hey! It's okay, Sunshine. How about we take a shower first? That might calm you down a little further, and we can go from there," he offers, and you nod. A shower with Tony sounds perfect right about now; even though you've been horrendously robbed of your orgasm, you still get to enjoy the aftercare with him.

"Okay, c'mere, Sunshine," he says before standing by the bed and leaning down to grab your hand, bringing it to his mouth to kiss your knuckles. A flood of warmth spreads through your body, and he's trying his hardest to make you feel comfortable and to see the smile he loves so much adorning your facial features.

The moment Tony lets go of you to get the shower ready, you let out a soft whimper, not wanting to be away from your boyfriend for too long.

When you're standing by the bed, he pulls you against his chest, your back plastered against him as he wraps his arms around you, placing his large hands on your belly as he guides you to the bathroom. You let out a small sigh when you're there, but before you can step out of his hold, he leans down to attach his lips to the exposed flesh, sucking a small bruise where your shoulders meet your neck.

"Hmm," you hum in approval, and Tony can't help but smile.

"I'm so lucky to have you, Sunshine. You make me feel treasured and special, and you make me feel beautiful even on days when I don't feel that way. And most of all, you make me feel loved in a way I've never felt before, and I cannot thank you enough for that," Tony whispers in your ear, and you smile broadly at his words.

You turn in his hold before letting your hands glide into the hair on the nape of his neck, pulling him in for a sensual, loving, and deep kiss, in which you're both quickly lost. You two pull away only when you start to shiver from the cold air in the bathroom, and Tony gets ready to warm you up under the shower.

It doesn't take long for the hot steam to fill the shower, and when you're waiting for the water to be warm enough, you can't help but let a giggle escape when you finally notice the fact that Tony never took off the condom after everything that's gone down. With a deep red blush on his cheeks, he quickly removes it before throwing it in the trash, and all you can think about is how adorable he looks with the pink tint covering his creamy skin.

"It's okay, My Love, and you're such an adorable little thing when you're blushing; it makes you look like an angel," you whisper to him as you place a soft kiss on his cheek, the flesh feeling warm against your lips before he buries his face in your neck. You pull him closer, your hand gliding into the hair on the nape of his neck.

"Let's go into the shower, okay?" you ask him, and he reluctantly pulls away, not wanting to be away from your soft body for too long. Once the warm water descends on your body, Tony reaches for the sponge and shower gel, squirting a generous amount on it before kneeling and carefully cleaning your legs one at a time.

He takes his time with your body as if he's worshipping every single inch of you, paying a little extra attention to your butt as he's washing it. He smacks it playfully and kneads your cheeks gently, and you're reveling in every bit of attention he's giving. As he makes his way up your body, he places a generous amount of soft kisses on your spine, his hands squeezing the sponge over the front of your body to lather it up with the soapy goodness.

"I fucking love you, Sunshine, I love every single inch of this amazing body, and your heart, your soul, I love everything about you, and I'm truly a lucky man to be able to call you all mine," he whispers in your ear. Your eyes flutter shut at his touch on your breasts, your nipples perking at the feeling of his long, skilled fingers tugging and rolling gently, but just enough to have you feeling the right amount of pleasure.

Your back arches into his touch as a soft moan slips from your lips, and all you can think about is Tony and how good he's making you feel. He can make you feel like you're flying with the softest of whispers and fall apart with the lightest of touches. As if your body is an instrument he's learning to play daily, and you'll happily let him.

"That's it, Sunshine. You're doing so well for me right now - such a good girl for me," he whispers in your ear as he gently brings you down from the high he brought you to. He might not have given you an orgasm, but there are other ways in which he can leave you fully satisfied, and that's precisely what he did now.

"I love you so much, Tony, and I think it's about time we are going to face your Mom," you tell him after turning around. The two of you share a few more kisses under the warm water before he nods, though you both take your sweet time to change into something nice and casual to lounge around the house in.

You're opting for grey loungewear; whereas Tony chooses to go for a black and white outfit with a hoodie from the college you're both attending. Both of you finish your looks with your glasses, and now, it's time to go and face the reality of what happened earlier.

As you walk down the stairs, Tony interlaces his fingers with yours, squeezing softly to calm your nerves. What happened was embarrassing enough for him, but since you have seen your in-laws only three times before today, it is about ten times worse for you.

Unfortunately, you have to go through the dining room to get to the kitchen, and Howard and Maria are always sitting there in the morning as they're enjoying their breakfast together. Usually, this would be fine, but knowing what Maria saw earlier has made the situation much more difficult, and you're growing more scared to face her.

"T-Tony," you say with a shaky voice, squeezing his hand to get his attention. He stops at the bottom of the stairs while you're still on the first step, making you eye-level with one another. Your concern is visible on your face, and Tony feels terrible that you must go through this now.

"It's okay, Sunshine; I promise you that it's going to be okay," he whispers, though it's difficult for you to believe him. It's not that you don't want to believe him, but something inside you is yelling at you to turn around and make a run for it so that you don't have to face the situation you're about to walk into.

"I-I don't think I can go in there, Tony; she saw us having sex! I mean, how can I face her after that?!" you tell him, tears starting to well up again at the thought, and Tony's heart shatters at the sight of you being sad. You may have only been together for a few short months, but that doesn't mean he doesn't care about your feelings.

"Sunshine, can you please listen to me for a moment?" he asks gently, and you wipe your tears away before you nod.

"I know it will be awkward and embarrassing, but we must go through it. I know my Mom, and I promise it won't stay this way for long. I'll be there by your side the entire time, and everything is going to be okay, alright?" his hands are lying on your cheeks as his thumbs catch your tears before wiping them away.

Deep inside, you know he's right, and you'll get through this. You can overcome anything with Tony by your side; this will be no exception. With one last deep sigh and a reassuring kiss, you pick yourself back together and retake Tony's hand, ready to face what's on the other side of the door.

As you step in, there's nothing but an awkward silence, which is the complete opposite of Maria's usual morning chatter. Howard was reading his newspaper, but he quickly put that on the table as he took in what was happening. It's never this quiet in the mornings, and he knows something's up.

"What's going on here? You're all awfully quiet this morning," Howard asks with a quirked brow, but all he sees is that you are all turning a dark shade of red and avoiding each other's gazes.

"N-nothing!" Tony says before pulling you into the kitchen; he attempts to get you out of the awkwardness. When you're in there, you two look at each other and can't help but let out a nervous laugh, the realization of the situation slowly sinking in with the two of you. Tony pulls you into his arms, his lips pressing a soft kiss on your hairline, calming you down immensely.

"I love you, Tony, more than I can ever explain to you," you whisper before tilting your head and gently kissing his lips. When he lets you out of his hold, you're going to make a simple breakfast for the both of you.

Once your breakfast is ready, you allow yourself a few more moments to gather the courage to go in and face the situation head-on. As you walk into the dining room, you take your usual place, but you avoid Maria's gaze at all costs, and all you can do is assume she's doing the same.

"So, how did you two lovebirds sleep last night?" Howard asks, and all he gets in response is a mumbled 'Fine!' from Tony, who's seemingly very interested in his breakfast. His gaze doesn't leave his plate for even a moment, and you're looking everywhere, as long as you don't have to look at anyone directly.

"And do you two have anything planned for today, or will you stay with us for a change?" he tries again, but there's no response this time. The silence in the dining room was deafening, and Maria was the only one who dared to look at both of you, the discomfort visible on your face.

"Y/N? Shall we step outside for a moment? I think it's good if we talk for a moment," Maria offers, and you nod. You look at Tony, who gives you a reassuring smile, and with that, you walk out of the room, the feeling of tension in your body already much lighter than before. As you and Maria go to the living room, Howard decides to talk with his son to understand what happened.

"Tony, can you please tell me what's going on? Because it's obvious something happened, and I'm starting to get a little worried about the three of you. It's way too silent this morning, and I miss my usual morning chatter," Howard says with a small smile, and Tony nods, albeit slightly reluctant.

"This morning, Mom walked in on Sunshine and me having sex, and ever since then, things have been extremely awkward between us and Mom," he tells his Dad, and Howard can't help but chuckle at his words. It's not exactly funny, but he couldn't help but think about the conversations he had about Maria and this happening one day.

"Listen, Tony, I know what happened is embarrassing, but it's also nothing to be worried about. Your Mom and I have talked about this before, and it was only a matter of time before this was going to happen. All we can hope is that the two of you have learned from it and maybe lock the bedroom door from now on," Howard says with his eyebrows raised, and Tony knows his Dad is right.

"You're right, but that doesn't make it any less embarrassing that Mom saw us; I mean, who wants to be caught having sex?! But yeah, we're going to be more careful from now on, that's for sure," he says with a smile on his face, and with that, the air is cleared between the two of them.

In the meantime, you are having a heart-to-heart with Maria, which makes you realize you have nothing to worry about.

"C'mere, let's sit on the couch to get a bit more comfortable," she offers, and you nod, taking your place beside her. The nerves are still swirling around your body, but as soon as her first words leave her mouth, they all melt away.

"First off, I want to say I'm sorry for what happened this morning, but I also want to let you know it's okay. I mean, you two love each other, and that's very clear; it's normal for you two to have sex. I know it's embarrassing that I caught you two, but there's no need to be ashamed. I even told Howard the other day you're truly like a daughter to me, and to see Tony so happy fills my heart with excitement. You're important to him, and you're important to us, too," she tells you, and you can feel the tears gathering in the corners of your eyes at her sweet words.

"Thank you for that, Maria; it means a lot to hear you say that. Being away from my Mom is difficult, but you're like my bonus Mom, and I love you so much. I'm very grateful for everything you and Howard do for me, and I wouldn't want it any other way," you tell her, and now it's her turn to get teared up.

"I love you too, Y/N; now come here because I need a hug from my daughter," she tells you, and you smile broadly before leaning in and enveloping her in your arms. Knowing that Howard and Maria are there for you no matter what has your heart feeling full and your face hurts from how much you're smiling.

About fifteen minutes after his talk with Howard, Tony could hear the laughter coming from the living room, making him curious about what was happening. Tony gets up and walks into the living room, and he's greeted by the sight of you and Maria looking at his baby photos, making him blush deeply as he realizes what photos Maria is showing you.

"Look, My Love, it's you walking around naked!" you tell him with a big smile on your face, and he's relieved to see the sparkle in your eyes again, letting him know you're doing a whole lot better and the talk with Maria has helped you immensely. As you're holding up the photo where he's proudly showing off his tiny white butt to the camera with his diaper in his hand, he lets out an embarrassed groan, but he can't help but smile at the photo, too.

"When Tony was little, he had this tendency to pull off his diaper and just swing it around as he waddled everywhere with his cute butt showing. It didn't matter where we were; he constantly took it off!" Maria tells you, and Tony shakes his head with a smile.

"He still enjoys walking around naked nowadays; I guess some things never change!" you tell Maria, and you go into a massive fit of laughter, leaving Tony blushing profoundly and shaking his head in embarrassment. Although, he can see the bright side of the story, too.

"Do you two ladies have room for one more?" Tony asks, and you nod before getting up, allowing him to sit at the spot you just occupied before placing your butt on his lap. It's your favorite place to be seated, after all.

He wraps his arms around your waist; his hands clasped on your stomach as he looks over your shoulder at the photos in the album while Maria talks your ear off about every one of them. From family members you have never heard about to stories that get funnier the older Tony gets, you can not get enough of them.

"I hope our future babies look as cute as you, My Love. That would mean they're perfect," you tell Tony as you let yourself melt into his touch, and he somewhat agrees.

"You think I'm cute?" Tony asks with a quirked brow, and you nod happily, kissing his cheek softly.

"Yeah, you were back then, and you still are now," you tell him proudly, and he can feel the warmth flooding through his veins at your confession. He's filled with love right now and feels like a lucky man with you in his arms.

"Well, I secretly hope they look like you, Sunshine! Because if they do, it would mean we would have the most beautiful babies on the planet," he tells you, and you feel the warmth flowing through your body at the thought. If only you would know what your future has in store for the two of you.

The rest of the day goes by without a hitch, and when it's finally time for you and Tony to go to bed, you're hoping to have a do-over of the morning - though preferably without the interruption. As you step into the bedroom, you lock the door behind you, a mischievous grin on your face as you look at Tony.

"What do you think? Shall we finish what we started this morning? I believe we still owe each other an orgasm," you tell Tony as you strip off your clothes until you're entirely bare for him. In his enthusiasm and impatience to get to the bed, he almost trips over his pants on the way. Luckily, he catches himself before that happens, making you chuckle at the sight.

Tony gets seated with his back against the headboard, his legs slightly spread as you walk over to the foot of the bed. You take your time to get seated on the bed, placing kisses from his shins to his thighs, your hands massaging him everywhere except for where he needs you most.

"S-Sunshine, please, don't tease me," he growls, and you just wink at him before wrapping your hand around the base of his cock, and taking his tip into your mouth with a suckle. A soft moan escapes your throat at the taste of him, and his head falls against the headboard as the pleasure builds inside him.

"God, you have such a perfect mouth," he says, his hips rutting up as you suck more of him into your mouth, your hand pleasuring the rest of his cock. His hands are tightly holding the sheets as he's trying not to cum yet, which is proving more difficult than he thought.

"Hmmm, S-Sunshine, 'm close!" he tells you, and you let him go with a wet pop before sitting up and capturing his lips with yours. As your tongues mingle together, he can taste himself on your tongue, and it is one of the hottest things he's ever experienced with you.

When you were working your magic with your mouth, you were clenching around nothing but air from anticipation, arousal flooding your pussy constantly at the sweet sounds tumbling from Tony's lips. As a result, it doesn't take long for you to have reached for a condom and rolled it onto his length, ready to split you open just the way you like.

"Are you ready, My Love?" you ask, and he nods, his hands on your hips as you line him up with your entrance before sinking at a slow, almost teasing pace as you let yourself adjust to the stretch of him in your pussy. Your face is buried in his neck as you take inch after inch of him, and when he bottoms out, you let out a shared moan that has you gushing around his cock.

"You're so fucking big, I can never get enough of you or your cock! I love you so much, Tony; I can't wait to have a beautiful baby with you one day," you tell him as you roll your hips, trying to find a comfortable rhythm for the two of you. When you've found it, you're bouncing on his cock with a delicious pace that has him hitting your sweet spot each time, and the whimpers and moans coming from you are quickly becoming uncontrollable.

"Are you close, Sunshine? Is my girl about to cum?" he asks when your pace starts to falter slightly, and you nod before pulling his face to yours, capturing his lips with yours in a bruising kiss as Tony's fingers find your clit.

You moan into his mouth as your tongues dance passionately together, and it doesn't take long for you to fall apart on his cock, and for him to shoot his load into the latex wrapped around him, which he is now wishing wouldn't have been there.

He's been dreaming of having you bare ever since your first time together, but you couldn't be careful enough. When you've both come down from your highs, you keep the comfortable positions you're sitting in now, Tony still nestled deep inside your warmth.

"I love you, Sunshine," he tells you, and with a mumbled ''love you too'' you nuzzle your face into his neck, enjoying each other's closeness without exchanging a single word. Both your hearts are overflowing with love for each other, and you couldn't be happier than you are now, nestled in the arms of the man you'll be spending the rest of your life with.

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simplepotatofarmer · 10 months

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does it make a sound?

a short rivals duo fic for my 'hey loyal write this' challenge featuring @hiding-in-the-vault's blind c!dream au and based off of this post.

cw for vague suicidal feelings/thoughts

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“I don’t think he can see, Phil.”

Techno’s voice was hushed, glancing over his shoulder towards the main room, fingers tapping against his mug. He hadn’t taken a drink yet.

“You mean Dream?” Phil frowned as he took a seat. “Why are you thinking that, mate?”

He was thinking that because when he had called out to Dream in the prison, telling him to move away from the netherite and glass barrier, Dream had looked towards the sound of his voice but not at him. He was thinking that because Dream hadn’t moved towards freedom but stayed in place until Techno wrapped his cloak around him, picking him up, excuses about how Dream clearly couldn’t walk in his state tumbling out of Techno’s mouth.

Leaning back, Techno sighed.

“Just a hunch.”

“Not much we can do about it,” said Phil. “Sure is going to complicate matters.”

“Yeah, you can say that again.”

Every time Techno tried to broach the subject of how Dream was feeling, he either got no answer at all or a terse ‘I’m fine’. It had only been three days and Dream had spent two of them drifting in and out of sleep as they tried to make a dent in healing his injuries but the worry was growing in Techno’s chest, Phil’s words echoing in his mind.

There had to be a way to help, maybe not to fix it, but to make things a little better. Except he couldn’t do that if he wasn’t even certain he was right.

Dream was lying on the couch, one hand hanging limply off the side and staring up at the ceiling.

Or at least his head was turned in that direction. There was a milky film over his green eyes that Techno doubted had always been there. He frowned.

If Dream wouldn’t tell him what was going on, if he insisted on acting as though everything was alright, Techno had a way of testing that. It didn’t sit well with him but as quietly as he could, he made his way closer towards the couch. He reached out and waved a hand in front of Dream: no reaction.

Techno cleared his throat softly.

“Hey, Dream.”

The reaction now was immediate. Dream jerked upwards, moving back until he was pressed against the arm of the couch, chest rising and falling rapidly.

“Sorry, man,” said Techno and truly meant it, the guilt thick in his words. Dream relaxed slightly, tilting his head. “I was gonna say I didn’t mean to scare you but I kinda had a feelin’ that would happen.”

Dream’s mouth pulled into a crooked frown.

“What—What the hell are you talking about?”

Sitting down, Techno tried to think of a delicate way to ask the question and gave up almost immediately.

“What happened to your eyes, Dream?” he asked.

Dream turned his head away. The silence stretched on and Techno let it.

“Harming potions.” When Techno drew in a breath, Dream hurried to add, “I really don’t want to talk about it, Technoblade.”

“Sure, Dream.”

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“Alright, man, you gotta get up and do somethin’,” said Techno. “You’re fusin’ with my dang couch.”

The only sign that Dream heard him was a small twitch of his lip.

It had been days and Dream barely moved except when absolutely necessary. Techno had a suspicion that part of the reason he refused almost all food and drink was to minimize the need to get up and go to the bathroom.

“Dream.”

Lifting his hand, Dream flipped Techno off.

“Alright, that’s it. I’m kickin’ you out.”

Techno meant it as a light-hearted joke, the sort he made all the time, tugging a little at Dream’s arm. The reaction was anything but light-hearted. Panic crossed Dream’s face as he moved back from Techno.

“Wh-What? Are you—Where am I going to go?” His voice cracked. “What am I going to do? That’s—That’s like, a death sentence, I’d rather you just fucking kill or give me a knife and—and—”

Gently, Techno put his hands on either side of Dream’s face. Dream drew in a sharp breath, digging his fingers into Techno’s wrists but not pulling away.

“Dream, I’m not actually kickin’ you out. I’m worried about you.”

Dream dropped his hands limply into his lap.

“You’re—”

It was one word but already so full of sadness and disbelief and it made Techno’s chest hurt. Dream’s eyes were unfocused, looking towards Techno but not seeing. Lightly, Techno squeezed his cheeks before getting to his feet.

“I know, I know. I’m annoying and an idiot,” he said, knowing that wasn’t what Dream was going to say but knowing that he was on the edge and needing to pull him back somehow. “How about we go for a walk?”

The question caught Dream off-guard.

“How, Techno? I can’t see.”

“You’re in luck, Dream, I happen to be an excellent guide.” Taking Dream’s hand, Techno pulled him up. “C’mon, you need some fresh air.”

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The air was crisp and cold and Dream’s cheeks were pink beneath the fading bruises and scars. Techno kept his hand on Dream’s arm, letting him lead as much as possible and only steering him away when there was an obstacle, afraid that too much guidance would make Dream feel helpless. He knew how helpless and broken Dream had been made to feel in that prison – anyone could look at him and see it – and knew how that must fester and gnaw.

It was a fine balance to walk, especially because Dream kept tripping over little things that Techno didn’t see in time and he thought that must be equalling as grating.

So much for being an excellent guide, Techno thought as Dream tripped again, too big boot catching on a snow covered branch.

Tightening his grip, Techno tried to steady him like he had done the previous times, but this time Dream jerked his arm away. He stood there for a moment, trembling, before dropping to his knees.

Techno thought he had fainted at first.

Then Dream gave a rough, anguished shout and pounded his fists against the ground.

Beneath the snow, the ground was frozen and rough and the snow itself held sharp edges and it wasn’t until the smell of blood hit Techno’s nose that he shook the shock away. Kneeling, he grabbed Dream’s hands. Drops of red were splattered on white.

“Dream. Dream, stop. It’s alright, okay, it’s alright,” Techno said softly.

Dream did stop. He turned his head towards Techno.

“It’s not alright, Technoblade. I can’t—I can’t even take a fucking walk w-without—Maybe you should just kill me, I don’t care anymore.”

The earnestness in Dream’s voice was terrifying. It hurt and Techno wasn’t sure what to do.

“Lame,” he said.

Confusion crossed Dream’s face. He blinked, one of the tears that had been pooling in his eyes slipping down his cheek.

“—What?”

“I’m just sayin’, you’re bein’ kinda cringe right now, Dream.” Techno groaned and shifted where he knelt.

“Cringe? How am—How am I being cringe?”

He wasn’t being cringe or lame or anything else. His reaction was perfectly normal and what Techno really wanted to do was pull him into a hug and tell him everything would be alright. But that might feel too much like pity and he didn’t know if Dream could handle that, not now.

“Imagine givin’ up, couldn’t be me.”

Dream sniffled; his nose was bright red.

“I’m—I’m not giving up,” he said. “I’m—”

Nudging him lightly with his shoulder, Techno smiled.

“You’re what, Dream?”

“Shut up.”

“Mmhm,” said Techno and waited.

Dream pulled one of his arms away and wiped his nose on his sleeve.

“I’m useless now,” he said, voice small and quiet.

Techno reached out and ruffled his hair.

“You have a very strange and limited definition of the word ‘useful’, Dream, not gonna lie.”

A small huff of laughter escaped Dream in a puff of white.

“Well, to be fair—” He stopped, head tilted. Somewhere in the distance a fox was scuttling through the sweet berry bushes. “What am I supposed to do?”

Dream’s voice cracked and was swallowed up by the trees. Only Techno heard the question.

“Well. You don’t give up. You’ll figure it out, it just might take awhile, okay, Dream?”

“What if I don’t?”

“You will. I’m gonna make sure of it.”

It took Dream effort to turn the sad smile into an expression of annoyance.

“You’re so—You’re so stupid. I’m being serious.”

Techno wrapped his arms around Dream, hugging him, cheek resting against the top of his head. If it felt like pity, the risk was worth it, he decided.

“Now who’s the idiot,” he said. “In case you didn’t notice, I’m also bein’ serious.”

A sob caught in Dream’s throat and he shuddered, clinging onto Techno’s arm as they sat there in the solitude of the forest.

“You said it’d take a long time.”

The question implied was obvious; when would Techno’s empathy and willingness to help run out?

“Yeah, I’m thinkin’ that’s not gonna be a problem, Dream.” Techno could feel Dream take a shaky breath, ready to speak, and what he was going to say was equally as obvious. Techno bonked his head gently against Dream’s. “I mean it.”

The forest and Dream were both silent.

The next bonk was firmer but still gentle.

“I mean it, Dream.”

A smile that was a little less sad crossed Dream’s face.

“Yeah, alright.”

#hey loyal write this #dream smp #technoblade #dreamwastaken #rivals duo #dsmp fanfic #rivalsble #dreblr

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matchibee · 10 months

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United In Grief

based on this post by @ldhluvr that had me sprinting.

not proofread, a lot of emotion, my brain hurts

Days were long, evenings even longer. An empty bed to reflect the void spreading throughout your heart, threatening to consume the useless organ in a plume of despair.

Miguel was everything, your multiverse.

For so many years you were fruitful in curating the life of your dreams, everything you desired within the palm of your hand. A loving husband, a brilliant daughter. The pair of them were more than everything you could've conjured in the crevices of your mind, a duo of delight you wouldn't trade for the world — for everything that encompassed continuance.

"Ya me voy," Miguel spoke through a tired sigh, his chest slotting up against your back, arms wrapped tightly around your waist. "I won't be back until late, Amor. Don't wait up for me." He peppered kisses down the nape of your neck, relishing in your scent, in the warmth of your skin pressed up against his own.

But evenings that left you waiting for Miguel's return were detrimental to your work, finding you couldn't sleep without his warmth enveloping you, fueling the very battery you swore had long-since emptied.

You knew he was home, knew that when you slipped through the window of your apartment another person entirely, he would be safe and sound.

But tonight was nothing like the evenings previous, a lump in your throat as you walked towards the pot of coffee that had long gone cold, pouring the liquid into a mug Gabriella had made you during school — infinitely talented, forever yours.

The hairs of the back of your neck stood on end, the pot slipping from your fingertips, shattering onto the floor.

Gabriella called out to you, concerned by the sudden sound of shattered glass — a sound that reflected the very feeling present in your heart, breath heaving as you frantically travelled the inner-workings of your mind for an answer. "S-Stay in your room! I'm alright!" You called out to Gabriella from the kitchen, the young girl still have yet to see you dressed in your suit, nothing within your immediate vicinity available to cover your body.

You practically flung yourself towards the windowsill, January rain flooding the evening in puddles of despair, the reflections in the bodies of water displaying a mask ridden with apprehension.

'He's fine,' You'd mumbled to yourself as texts went unanswered, as the clock continued to turn. Time didn't rest, an entity that obeyed the will of its whim. 'He just got held up, had too much work.' But as minutes transitioned into hours, you knew something was wrong, you knew there was more to Miguel's absence than meets they eye.

The activation of your Spider-Senses only confirmed your worst suspicions, droplets of water shielding your mask as your frantically flung across the city, entirely dismissing the sound of civilians chanting your name — their savior, the one to deliver them from evil.

But who would be there to save you?

It happened in a blur, a figure in the night illuminated by streaks of lightning, your web snapping as you lost concentration. You tumbled a great deal, skin scuffed beneath your suit.

"Shit!" Voices piqued your interest, standing to your feet, you were met with a pair of thugs who seemed to struggle with an array of items, your webs doing well to restrain one of the assailants.

"What are you up to at this time of night?" You called out to the pair, doing your best to look for the other obscured in darkness, your foot catching on a lump before you. Your brows furrowed, dropping to your knees as you recognized the shape to be one of a person, every fiber of your being erupting with Spider-Sense.

"Miguel?" His name left your lips as you flipped his body over, your husband lifeless before you, a trickle of blood flowing from his lips, your eyes trailing to find a splotch of blood at his stomach — a gunshot wound, one that was seeping with blood.

And it was then you realized you were standing in a puddle of his blood, Miguel's essence coating your shoes, staining the fabric of your suit as you dropped to your knees. "Miguel." You whispered his name, the sound of struggle from behind you shielded by the beat of your heart - one that now beat alone, without the accompanying acoustics that seems to always persist by your side. "Miguel, we need to go home. Let's go home, Miguel."

But he didn't hear the call of his name, the plead of your voice.

Your webs were torn from behind you, the sound piquing your senses, but you couldn't keep your eyes away from Miguel — from the groceries strewn around him, his cellphone cracked just inches from his fingertips.

The twin bouquets of flowers bathed in his blood.

Your suit-clad fingers caressed the expanse of angular features, a man who personified the very definition of ethereal, everything you loved slipping from your fingertips in a singular fluidity. Where he once sat jovially in the palm of your hand he now proved nothing more than a fleeting memory, one you'd forever keep within your heart, whispering his name, your prayers falling upon deaf ears.

It happened too fast, so abrupt. One second he was there, your shimmering beacon, even when life made you feel as though there was nothing more to this life than an arachnid persona. But the next, Miguel lie in a heap of what once was. A memory on the stain of your vowed eternity.

You called out his name once more, whispered it like a mantra, praying something, anything would bring him back. Desperation creeped up your spine, interlacing your fingertips with a demon of this universe's own creation, one who hadn't an ounce of empathy in the face of your suffering.

But you knew better than to believe this line of work would have mercy, that anyone could find it in their hearts to grieve for someone they perceived as a beacon of perfection .

You knew better than to think your grief would be spared.

"C'mon, let's get going." One of the men whispered to his counterpart, their eyes trained on your vulnerability as they scrambled to retreat. Still, they worked to gather everything they'd taken, fragments of your memories of Miguel.

But you wouldn't let them get away, couldn't possibly fathom them getting away with what little remained, with what they'd done.

And when you finally snapped out of it, finally found it within yourself to stand, they were gone.

So you returned to his side, returned to stroking along his angular features, allowed yourself to fall against his chest despite the blood that stained your entirety.

Miguel's phone dinged with a message, your eyes lingering on the screen as you viewed the words of his co-worker.

When you unlocked his phone, you found the screen lingered on your messages together, Miguel in the midst of typing one, the text still unsent in the box.

'Picking up something for the three of us to make together. It's our favorite! I love you, see you soon, amor.'

You hit send, your own phone chiming in the pocket of your suit, and you fell apart all over again.

Days blurred into existences of grief, months having spanned the time since you'd lost Miguel, and yet every day felt as though you were reliving a nightmare. The bed remained empty, his toothbrush untouched, body wash forever in a state of stagnancy.

Everything seemed to stand still, yet time ticked on, you were still expected to live with this grief hanging over your head for eternity.

The men had gotten away in the midst of your surprise, taking advantage of your vulnerability.

But you never forgot a face, vowed that evening as you slipped back through your window, tears shimmering in your eyes, that you'd bring the men to justice.

That was your job, your purpose in this life, and you would rather die than deprive yourself of this right, this closure.

"I'll be back late tonight," You mumbled into Gabriella's hair, tucking the little girl in for the evening. Your suit was concealed by a coat, fingertips webbed in fabric unknown to Gabriella.

"Can't you stay here for tonight?"

Of course you'd come to realize that Gabriella was missing you, the loss of Miguel hitting harder than everything she'd experienced in her short years of living.

But you were doing this for her, doing this for your family.

For Miguel.

"I'll be back before you wake up, I promise."

Your words seemed to soothe her, calm her nerves as she snuggled into her sheets, into the various stuffed animals Miguel brought with him every time he walked through that door.

You missed the jingle of his keys, the sound of his footsteps as he did his best not to wake you up.

You missed Miguel.

When Gabriella had finally dosed off, confining herself to the safety of sleep, you hopped out through the window, your mind set on your first target, the initial hit on your self-written list.

Two names, two assailants, both linked to a single moment.

You'd tracked them to an abandoned apartment complex they seemed to frequent in the evening hours, meeting at a different location every night but ending it in the same place.

So that's where you waited, impatient as you clung to the crumbling roof, the sound of voices the only thing ringing through mind, headache inducing. The pain becoming increasingly profound the closer they arrived, proximity practically nonexistent.

One of the men lit a lighter, illuminating your suit, gasps falling from their lips as the three of you were once more shrouded in darkness. Your webs thwipped in every direction, binding the men against the wall, their struggled groaned filling the space. Dropping to your knee, you brought the lighter between your fingers, igniting the flame before your masked face.

"S-Spider—!"

"Don't." Your voice was foreign to your own ears, malice dripping from your lips like venom.

"I don't know what we did but—!"

You thwipped your webs to cover the mouth of the man who seemed incapable of keeping his mouth shut, approaching the other before you, your full attention on him. "Do you know why I'm here?"

"Fuck if I know." He spat, eyeing you with a bored expression.

You hummed. "You'll find out soon enough."

Glimmers of spark erupted from behind you, illuminating the once dim space, figures slipping through the occurrence, standing before you.

Your senses stood on edge, looking to the trio with an expression of confusion.

"How ya doing?" A woman you realized to be pregnant spoke in a soothing voice.

"You're like me..." The words slipped without your permission, a hand flying to your lips, concealing your words.

A much smaller figure shrouded in multicolored shades, white dominating the mass of the fabric, was the next to speak. "We're here to help you," Her voice was like honeysuckle, dripping like ripples of heaven. "You just have to come with us."

"I'm kinda in the middle of something." Despite the invitation you weren't intent on slipping away after everything you'd worked towards, after dedicating your life to this very moment.

"We aren't asking." This voice was much more gruff than the two previous, tone entirely bored, as though fed up with being here.

And yet it sounded so familiar.

You stepped up to the man, arms crossed over your chest. "I'm not going anywhere."

So, you ended up being forced to leave. The trio had worked against you, confining you to a glorified bubble that hindered your escape, producing you in the sanctuary of a man clad in red and blue.

"Let me out or so help me—!"

He chuckled, looking down at you through his mask. "Or else what?"

"Miguel," The woman from earlier, Jessica, slipped into the conversation. "Maybe be a little more compassionate?"

Miguel?

"Leave us." He spat, the pair of Jessica and Gwen leaving with remorseful expressions, obviously not keen on defying his will.

No, it couldn't be, it was unfathomable. You shook the thought from your head, removing your mask to look into their eyes without the obstruction. "Send me home."

A mask of blue and red dematerialized before your very eyes, a face you hadn’t seen in the flesh for forever — condemned to what remained on your phone, on the plaque that garnered his picture in the cemetery you and Gabriella frequented, unable to deliver him from your memories.

Eyes of vermillion stared into the crevices of your soul, a man who was yours yet far different than how you remembered him. Where smile lines traveled along your Miguel’s face, this man seemed to have an expression pressed into a permanent frown, incapable of any emotions apart from anger. He wasn't yours, yet eternity whispered otherwise.

"I can't do that." Miguel spoke, but you weren't focused on his words, only capable of registering his face, his entirety. Here before you stood everything you'd ever lost.

Your past, present and future.

"Miguel," You pressed your hand to the bubble that kept you confined, entirely entrapped within a state of disbelief. "I thought you were—"

"Dead?"

You nodded wordlessly, slipping to your knees as Miguel turned away from you, your crimson confinement slipping away as you were met with the crisp air of the near-empty room.

"I'm not from your universe. In your universe, I'm dead."

You furrowed your brows. "That doesn't make any sense! I know what I see, and right now I see my husband!"

The words left Miguel in a state of shock, his body rigid as he fought every urge to bound towards you with open arms, hold you and never have to release you again.

"There are an infinite number of universes, an infinite number of Spiders just like us."

Miguel pressed on with a tangent that had your thoughts spinning, mind fighting to make an understanding of the information he was spewing, everything seeming more akin to a fever dream than anything else.

"We all go through canon events, moments that connect us, that make us who we are."

Your eyes drifted to various screen baring different scenes, instances where those cursed with this ability had lost everything. A man with his uncle, another with their best friend.

You with Miguel.

"No," You swiped the images away, the room returning to its previous luminance. "That's bullshit. It doesn't make any sense."

Miguel sighed, his back still turned to you as he held up his left hand, the multicolored suit dematerializing with a technology you'd never witnessed before. "I wish it was," A silver banned shimmered in the artificial light, glimmering with love, a reminder of vows that were bound to eternity and stripped by oblivion. "In my universe, you're dead."

You felt at the ring beneath your suit, shifting the jewelry uncomfortably, the piece having never felt so unbearable until this very moment. "I'm sorry for your loss."

"That's why I couldn't let you go through with it."

"What?"

"Killing those men — the ones that took me... Your husband. All it does is make everything worse, it doesn't solve anything."

As though you hadn't learned anything you scoffed, "How do you know?"

"Because I went down that same road when you—shit... When my version of you died." His voice was shrill, seeming to lose his composure with every passing second. In your eyes he saw everything he'd ever lost, standing before him as though you'd never faltered to begin with. "I went looking for the people that took you away from me, from our family that wasn't a family yet."

"Then what?"

You could see the remorse in his eyes, a gaze of regret, the memories too painful for him to share, yet he pressed forward — for you, for himself, for an unspoken closure the both of you desperately required. "I missed you more than anything in this world. I went looking for you, disrupted universes until I couldn't handle it anymore, until I convinced myself I was better off alone — not meant to be a father, a husband."

You gasped. "You were gonna be a dad?"

The though brought a smile to Miguel's face. "You had our little girl with you when they took you away — took both of you from me." Miguel's eyes were glazed with tears, vulnerability on his sleeve as his mind fought for him to remain logical, remember why he's the person he was in that very moment. "I wish I'd gotten to know my darling Gabriella."

A lump in your throat, the sensation scratching you with claws like fire. "She's wonderful, Miguel."

He chuckled, a smile forming on his lips, one he forced himself to push away. "What's she like?"

"Just like you." The response was instant, absentminded, thinking to a universe where he no longer existed. "Everyday I'm scared I won't be able to face her because she looks more and more like you, acts like you."

Miguel could picture it, the life he deserved, the one he was destined to live. In his heart there was a love that would forever remain his to keep, bound to his soul. And while the thought left him in a state of elation — the fact that his daughter was happy in another reality — it wasn't his joy to experience.

It was yours. Yours and a Miguel that wasn't him.

"I can't send you back to your universe unless you swear you won't go after those men."

"I can't just-"

"Swear you won't go after those men or else you'll never see Gabriella again!" Miguel's voice thundered through the room, shaking you to your core, a chill rushing down your spine in wisps of terror. He couldn’t stand to see another variation bound to the universe’s clutches, lost because of selfish, something he could easily prevent. Miguel didn’t want to see to see you suffer all over again. lose everything just as he had. And if this was how he had to get his point across, it was what he would do for the sake of the canon.

For the sake of his love that transcended the multiverse itself.

"I..." Your voice was weak, tears brimming in your eyes. Miguel had never yelled at you, never dared raise his voice. And the fact that this variant of him had done it so simply, without an ounce of effort, had brought you back to the cruelty that was reality.

This wasn't your Miguel.

"I promise."

No matter how you begged and pleaded, no matter what you did to change the canon, he would never be yours.

"Good."

The Miguel O'Hara from your universe was gone, and all you had to remember him was memories bound to blood, crimson staining a suit you hid away, unable to bring yourself to wash the stains of grief, ridding your fingertips of what once was, all that remained.

But just as the vows of your eternal love were broken upon the death of Miguel...

This promise would soon be broken, too.

#across the spiderverse #beyond the spiderverse #miguel o’hara x reader #spiderman 2099 #spiderman 2099 x reader #spiderverse #into the spiderverse #spiderman #spiderverse x reader #miguel o’hara

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miasiegert · 7 months

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Hi Cats Tumblr People,

So I heard you like pics.

Please bear with me (AND TEACH ME) how Tumblr works/if I'm doing it wrong! I'm literally the "How do you do, fellow young people?" meme. Our Etsy is linked (unless I messed that up!) Right now it's bare (LOT of work and VERY old photos in the banner) but we'll be posting some cossies soon that are ready to retire. Some of our prices sadly will have to rise (we undercharge honestly for the amount of time put into them... we just LOVE making them). Anyway...

These are our original designs. We have taken inspiration from different productions, from the US tour to Gothenburg to Australia to Japan, less UK because it gets the most attention and we like COLOR! but this is all us. Our goal is to a) have characters be recognizable and b) make swing unitards in palates that could pass as at least 3 characters for emergency. When our rentals go out, swing unitards go with them, and ultimately it's the director who decides what makes the final cut (so a less yellow Demeter for example--but we LOVE that one).

If we ever do a production of Cats with Chaz, you'll notice one in Red, White, and some Black (but mostly Red and White, with fan ears, that is a design David created and is Chaz's FAVORITE design of all time. Any time he does a show, if we're hired, that costume goes. Usually Electra, but any ensemble/swing kitty and can cover for Sillabub or in a pinch Bombalurina. Yuka wore it at Interlakes before she did Victoria on the last US Tour! You might notice an Admetus in tans and GREEN undertones--that was my design he loved. We also did the purple twins (which was vetoed and I said, "Okay" then did it anyway because I knew he'd love it, which he did!), and REBA Gumbie Tap Suit was completely mine (everyone thought I was out of my MIND when I started making it! Even David! Then the shoulder pads came, and the belt, and tail, and BEDAZZLING!!! SO MANY RHINESTONES!!!!) Our Misto coat lights up but we still have a lot to learn about arduino since we'd eventually like to make it blink to music. The Misto coat is also created to fit a multitude of sizes, basically the theatre using their department for alterations since we make use of stretch fabric. I've known Bronson for almost as long as Chaz (he even designed my author website!!!) so when I saw him cast, I showed him his costume (a much, much browner/redder Gus than most see--I was serious about liking color) and let him choose between two coats. He said he wanted pants and we went, "NO! PANTLESS PRODUCTION!" because we thought he was joking! We didn't realize... HE REALLY WANTED PANTS!!!! SORRY BRONSON! So shout out to Wichita for making him pants! LOL!

There is a HUGE joke about Tumble thirsting for Tugger more than the girls so you'll notice that with the Tugger ABOUUUOUOUOUOUOUOUUUUUUUUUT THAT.

Hope that's of interest! And no, I'm not procrastinating on edits when my agent deadline is Sunday. Haha... ha... ha... ha... ha... Sera, if you're reading this I PROMISE I'M WORKING OKAY??? I DIDN'T KNOW WE GOT ON BROADWAYWORLD!!!

We also saw some comments about casting in general and some confusion/questions about different dancers doing different parts (Alonzo vs Plato). Would anyone be interested in learning more about the casting process in general and things that directors/choreographers need to take into consideration? Please note, I will not discuss ANY performers we work with. Ever. All are extraordinary and these are tough calls that aren't easy to make and based on other factors, including the ensemble at large, and sometimes huge changes are made.

#cats the musical #cats musical #cats musical cosplay #cats cosplay #cats musical wichita

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tiyawnyana · 6 months

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Kinktober: Day 22

In the Shower/Tub/River/Ocean

A/N: sorry for the delays :( a lot of stuff happened the last few days and I won't lie I had no motivation to do anything

Pairing: Spider x (fem) Human reader

Warnings: shower sex, p in v, slight nipple teasing, cumming on leg?

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You bite your lip hard, but still it remains a very weak attempt to quiet the moans tearing through.

The cool tile in your dinky little shower presses against the entirety of your back, a shocking difference in comparison to the hot water cascading over you and your guest.

A few minutes ago, Spider had surprised you while you showered in peace. He snuck in quietly, as he always was, and pressed himself to your back.

Soon enough he had spun you around, kissed your wet lips and lifted one of your thighs to bully his way through, thrusting himself into you with ease.

You cling to his shoulders, weakly rolling your hips to meet his enslaught of thrusts and his lips press to your neck in nipping kisses.

"Fuck- Spider," you whine, his length gliding into you deliciously fast and hitting all the right places. He's honestly hung, thick and long and fills you up when pressed into you completely. You groan, head slumping back against the tiles.

"Yeah, I know, c'mon, tahni," he thrusts harder, your slick leaking around his cock and dripping down your legs just to be washed away.

The steam is building and you pant harshly, blinking away the water gathering on your lashes. You glide your hand up to grab at the back of his neck. He's since moved back, gazing down at your body as he fucks into you and watching as the water overhead just washes away the evidence of the activities.

He lifts his gaze, grinning lightly before you drag him in to kiss you. It's sloppy, hot and wet, and his thrusts get closer and harder. The tip nearly slams into your cervix and you can't stop whining into his mouth.

"Please- fuck," you moan, pulling back.

He noses your head to the side to press gentler kisses to your temple.

"I know, tahni," he grips the plush of your ass, dragging you ever closer and fucking into you with shorter but harder thrusts,"C'mon, cum for me, cum on my dick."

You whine, heading tilting back again. A shakey moan tumbles from your lips when he leans down to suck over your nipple. He bites over the now hardened bud and you yelp in surprise, digging your hand into his hair and tugging him off.

It's then that he decides to lift a hand from your ass to raise around to your front, expertly finding your clit and rubbing it hard. You choke on a gasp and release a strangled moan. That peak rolls into you, and your pussy clenches hard around him as you cum, slick gathering around the base of his length and again just to be washed away. He tugs himself out of your cunt, jerking himself off quickly then bites into your shoulder to silence his groans.

You distinctly feel his cum on your inner thighs, panting heavily as you come down. But the steam hits, finally, and you slump against him. He chuckles, quickly cleaning you up and finally lifting you out of the shower.

"Thank you, tahni," he kisses your cheek, neck and shoulder as he mumbles praises to you, carrying you to your bed.

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A/N: this was weak I'm sorry I have a better one in mind to post after kinktober

Taglist:

@akoyaxs @vee1728

#avatar #avatar the way of water #avatar imagine #avatar smut #avatar kinktober #avatar way of water #kinktober #spider atwow #spider avatar smut #spider socorro #spider avatar

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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 5 months

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Hello! I have come asking for you to info-dump about the the modern human au. I full of brain rot of them (especially after the last thing you posted about them, damn) Maybe you can tell us a bit more Sally!!

lucky for you, i've been full of that good ol brainrot As Well! thoughts! feelings! ideas! i got em!

so since we're already on the subject of the Crash Arc, allow me to expand on it for a moment before i get to Sally Thinkings! if you've read the snippet, you may have noticed the extent of Wally's injuries was not listed yet. well! he got messed up with a capital F! since it's fiction and i'm god in this scenario, i'm veering slightly away from realistic damage, immediate & lasting. bc lets be real. if i stuck to "this is as realistic as i can make it", then Wally would be aaaaaabsolutely fucked. it was a bad crash in a very unsafe vehicle at high speeds. like - this is what happened. a drunk driver hit Home going 70 down the freeway. swerve, fishtail, tumble down a (small, shallow, really its more like a glorified ditch) ravine with trees and rocks and shit on it. absolute miracle that Wally didn't die in the crash, let alone during the solid half hour (slightly longer) he was trapped in Home before someone noticed the crash site and called emergency personnel. Wally "hanging up" on Barnaby was actually the impact jarring him so he slipped and hit the end call button. but yeah without going into technicalities and detail, Wally has some lasting damage in his dominant hand. It takes extensive physical therapy for him to be able to paint/draw again at the same level he had been at. the hematoma hadn't done a lot of brain damage that wouldn't resolve itself with time. in my mind, when Wally wakes up in the hospital, for a few days he's very confused and his memory is shot. he'll wake up, interact, then go to sleep, but when he wakes up again its like waking up for the first time again. he just can't retain memories for a bit. he's got some severe brain fog. his mood is also kinda fucked with - he's uncharacteristically irritable with low patience, etc. these are all things that clear up with time, but in my mind Wally has chronic migraines going forward. bad ones! and there are days where it's harder fr him to concentrate. and yk. a teeny bit of chronic pain where his shin bone was pinned back together and where his hand was essentially crushed. but other than that he's fine going forward! good days and bad days!

but enough about that! You Want To Hear About Sally!

i imagine that she becomes quite successful in the theater industry. i'm not too familiar with it myself, so i'm gonna be uh. Vague about it? but she starts her own theater troupe - it's a bit of a commute from home base to the town she works in, where the theater is located in, but she makes it work! of the group, she's probably away more than any of them. working on shows, traveling to work on other ones - i like to think she's been on Broadway! she probably has had opportunities to do tv/movie acting, but idk... i feel like Sally would be like "nah. live shows or nothing". maybe at some point she takes up voice acting gigs, as long as she can do them from home. she probably has her own little room-turned-VA-studio thing. idk how that works either! it seems right! but yes Howdy's store's automated messages and advertisements are in Sally's voice. she's probably picked up a temporarily modeling gig here and there.

so Sally is very very busy. Poppy is supportive. everyone is, and they all love to help out when they can - and reel Sally in when the "stardom" starts to get to her head. they do their best to acclimate to occasionally getting jumpscared by her voice in a grocery store or in. idk. fashion shoots. victoria's secret billboards. that last one was a joke! maybe. i think she would.

i also like to imagine Sally like... getting some sort of award and then spending a solid five minutes naming her friends, thanking them with specificity, and then plugging their own stuff. they probably have a rotation for who accompanies her as her plus one for events and parties she may or may not be invited to. she's not like... a Big celebrity but! she's Known and Liked! she has Connections! i like to imagine her and Wally looking dapper as fuck at a Venue...

so the friend group typically stays together, with Sally going off to do her Things the most. she makes sure to schedule time to be with her friends and girlfriend/wife/Poppy between work and gigs and etc. she somehow finds a balance with Ease. or apparent ease... someone get this girl a vacation...

#lmao now im thinking about them all scheduling a joint vacay #sally is having the time of her life getting to Relax and just Pamper Herself #everyone else is also greatly enjoying the break #except howdy. he's a mess. to him relaxing is working. things are too calm. too quiet. understim effect x100 #on that vein ive been thinking about a covid arc and its. Funny #and domestic!#where are the covid fics of characters getting stuck together during lockdown...#rambles from the bog #wh modern human au #but yes been thinking about the au a lot #ive decided that wally does eventually get a job that he actually Enjoys!#previously he was just doing his indie art and such. bc he'd try a job and be like 'wow. i hate this. this is stupid. bye'#his art brings in more money anyway. he's living that miraculous imaginary life where art provides reliable sustainable income #enough so that barnaby doesn't need a full time job! bc this is fiction and i want them to have an easy life #in this specific area anyway #i would like them to live in a world where its slightly kinder... the housing crisis doesnt exist... one can live on minimum wage...#also thinking more about their homes and such. etc!

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enhanced-operatives-division · 25 days

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Junicrane/Starstruck Ramble

I will not be brief, all under the cut

To clear some things right off the bat:

No corpse, no proof with Juniper. Obligatory this is set in a canon where he's alive and adjacent to the agency in some way.

Reggie & Juniper are just gay to me, but I don't mind any interpretation of their sexuality

The games are set in 1967/68 to me (based on a couple bits in game) which is before it was legal to be gay in America at least (1971), which is relevant to how I interpret canon as being somewhat grounded in reality, despite unrealistic elements.

This is just an insane amount of headcanons/elements of and AU all culminated into one post. I will talk about some headcanons like they're just facts because they are established in my head, and it saves me over explaining literally everything, however I will explain some parts a little bit for clarity.

Alright. Actual beginning of the ramble:

Juniper is a character to me who had gotten so lost in his job as an actor and a social presence that in the end his whole life revolved around that 'role'. Because of this, by the time he's put into the situation where he's around the Agency, he basically knows nothing about himself, though he doesn't realise at first. Furthermore, what little identity he had has changed in so many ways. He's no longer a beloved famous actor in the prominence of public light, he's legally dead and he tarnished his career just before he was supposed to die, with the bonus of that making him lose the majority of his estate. From that, he also has horrific facial scarring from the electrical burns from literally having his face fried. I believe a friend of mine made a post about this a while ago (I also think they were the first to think it up also), but, to me, Juniper has a permanent trimmer in his right arm (aka his dominant hand) from the electrical current and it is messing with his nervous system.

All in all, he's not doing great, but he's too proud to admit that he's not doing great, because if anything, what's left of his ego is all he has as a defense since he's deep in unfamiliar water.

Before ending up around the agency (I have multiple interpretations of this, so I'm just going to bring it up generally), he'd never actually seen Reggie, and his only impression of him is a single voicemail, which was his only reference he had to later impersonate him. Juniper probably has very little feelings other than the ones he projects onto him because of Phoenix and that, at the very least, he's physically attracted to Reggie to some degree (that's like the beginning of how everything else would tumble into place in this sort of interpretation at least).

And on Crane's side? His feelings towards Juniper are probably very intense and muddled. On the one hand, he adores musical theatre, and that's his now ex-favourite actor. The thought of just casually being around him blows the bit of fanboy in him away at first because THAT'S the GUY, plus the inklings of a celebrity crush which still poke at him. And then there's the rational side of him, which knows Juniper has committed absolute atrocities on the side of Zoraxis, and hates him for that. Then there's how much Juniper comes off as an asshole at first because he refuses to cooperate with anything the Agency tried to put in place. He finds Juniper endlessly frustrating, and yet he's stuck working with him since, afterall, he's the one who knows the Agency's history with Juniper the best. I imagine him acting a lot like how he does IEYTD 1 around Juniper.

At this point, I'm just describing the pitch for a romcom.

I think the start of their relationship with one another largely started with Juniper trying to wind Crane up. It was a way of getting his attention, and I don't think Juniper knows why he's so dead set on that at first, because I don't think he realises he has a crush on 'this grump' at first. (I think that's actually the fun part about these two, because it's almost like a role reversal of the celebrity crush dynamic. This ex-big name actor has a TERRIBLE crush on an average joe and it is KILLING HIM.) But of course the Agency keeps them together because Juniper is at least conversing with Crane, so it's a start.

Through one way or another, they actually get talking casually, at least mildly at first. It takes Juniper a long time to fully deconstruct the wall he's built, and the thing is, Crane isn't the one trying to deconstruct it, at least at first, because yeah, Juniper realises if he wants Reggie to actually like him in any way, he can't keep winding him up. So they talk. Small talk at first, something rhythmic and almost easy to keep to a script. And over time that turns into actual conversations. Genuine ones in which Reggie rips out the occasional one of his jokes which Juniper is endlessly endeared about. The way he smiles just before he makes them, like he wants to chuckle at what he's about to say before he says it. That's probably when Juniper realised that he does have some vague crush on him, and that it wasn't going away.

This is what kickstarts John I can't-buy-you-things-to-impress-you-so-acts-of-service-it-is Juniper to do little things for him. It mostly starts off as him trying to make Reggie his tea how he likes it. However, the nerve damage in his arm makes that hard, as the weight of the kettle and trying to pour is hard all of a sudden. And he refuses to accept that, so he tries for a very long while. Long enough that Crane would go to investigate what was going on. And when he does see Juniper leaning over a cup with the kettle as he uneasily tries to pour it, and when Crane asks Juniper responds so matter-of-fact that his intention is nothing but genuine. And it catches Reggie off guard because Juniper hadn't done anything like that up to that point, and his very apparent vulnerability is so clearly on show.

It shifts something between them.

From that point on, conversations are longer, more familiar. Both of their attitudes soften, and Reggie makes more jokes. Juniper learns how to better use his left hand while strengthening his right back to a point where it could be used again. Slowly, they're both spending time with one another not because they have to, but just because they can. Little bits at first, not too far outside what they already were doing, but those little bits turned into long bits to a point where the other person's company was genuinely desirable.

As time passes, Juniper probably realises that he doesn't genuinely know much about himself or what hobbies he's into, because he never really had the time when he got big, and his home life in his youth wasn't bad, but it wasn't picturesque. I think Reggie would pick up on it, and absolutely try to introduce him to some things he's into. Some things stick, other things don't (corn husking very much stays Reggie's passion, and John will go with him sometimes because it's him, but it's not something he strongly cares for). Crane introduces him to a lot of music, and it's something that becomes a staple between them, with tracks they listen to more than others (tragically, I know relatively little about 60s music so I couldn't really say what). Occasionally they dance, never anything intense, think slow dancing, but the closeness is nice.

Through all of it, Juniper is battling the worst crush of his life, and he can't stand it, because I think he struggles to read people since he doesn't have anything like a script or a director to refer back to, so he has no idea if Reggie likes him back or if he's just desperate for that to be true. I think because of that any sort of confession between them would be incredibly raw, not only because of the time they live in making it hard for them to be truthful about how they love, but because it's a complete show of Juniper who's worked to be this better person. I don't exactly know how that would go, mainly because I don't have one set version of their dynamic, this post is just a generalisation of main consistent points.

Reggie does like him back, because he's gotten used to Juniper being just this guy, not a figure in the public eye, not a Zoraxis lackey, and not any sort of Agency operative (despite being under their care to some degree). He's someone he genuinely cares for, because they've given one another the time of day to learn one another, and I think because Reggie was a field agent, he was a lot better at reading Juniper than Juniper was at reading him. Eventually Juniper's company becomes something he could see around him for the rest of his life, and I think he accepts that he likes Juniper a lot more gracefully.

I think any affection directed at Juniper would at first be met with him feeling a little muddled. Reggie was a very physically affectionate person when he could be, and sure the initial flirting with one another came with the occasional little touches, but everything now was so deeply intentional. I also don't think Juniper would almost ever get over the novelty of being able to kiss him, or many other gestures, because it made the fact that they were together so very real, and it was great. I do think it comes easier to Reggie, and it's a big way of showing how much he cares, so it's important for Juniper to try and show it back because he knows how much it means to the other.

I like the idea of them eventually living with one another, too. I think Juniper would have always had a quiet little daydream of sorts where he does just live a domestic quiet life, and he can with Reggie (well, as close as they can get between the Agency and Zoraxis always being at odds), and he loves that, and he loves him, and it's immense.

I think they cook for one another a lot, it helps Juniper work on his dexterity in a controlled environment, which means a lot because it's a huge point of insecurity (that and his scars). He does improve, and Crane is proud of that and shows it and it's great. I also think they'd probably cook together too, because they can deal with being in the kitchen together and they work well with one another. It's probably a good way for them to unwind because over time they can do it in relative silence.

As I said before, I also think music is a staple in their household, and that Reggie listens to things on vinyl almost all of the time because he likes the background noise. Sometimes Juniper will catch him chuntering along to the music which he finds endlessly endearing. I wouldn't put it past his dramatic ass to also join in to fluster Reggie, but I also don't think Reggie would mind that terribly because Juniper has listened to the music enough to know the lyrics, and that's huge to him.

I don't think they are without rough patches, no relationship is, but I think the good part about them is that they're willing to talk about it (... eventually). They're used to long conversations, and while they're often less fun conversations, they're needed and they know that, and it works out.

Alright. I think I'm done for now. I haven't mentioned everything, but this definitely got the worst of it out of my system. If you ever want to hear any specific thoughts my ask box is open but other than that, behold my general dynamic for these two which has been festering in my head for years. I think they're great

#ty right-agent for explicitly telling me that this would be welcomed you a real one #i had a massive babble to my friend abt what if they all feed me to the hounds for speaking #and he said “girl that fandom is like 12 people big they need you to speak” and yeah that also helped #i have a hard time talking if I'm not asked/prompted to that's why i adding tags is great for me. that and i like the format #anyways.#THESE TWO.............dear lord can you tell I have been unwell abt them forever..#this is propeganda (/j) for them. btw. please you have to understand the potential here. it's so good.#it's slowburn <- my (probably) demiromantic ass cannot handle romance without a build up and this set up is perfect (it will never happen)#also i find it easier to write ANYTHING between these two from Juniper's perspective because i find it easier to get into his head #idk reggie is like the gay version of the: what is he thinking of? i could take a bear in a fight. audio ive heard.#whereas with juniper i have him trapped under a microscope #im going to tag this now so i can use the remaining tags to RANT #ieytd #john juniper #reginald crane #junicrane #starstruck #i expect you to die #<- being BRAVE!!!#when I get really excited i start getting like this internal shaking feeling and uh. yeah this rant started that #the worst part abt that is it also triggers my tourettes so like. double whammy. excited about blorbos? jail :(#but. yeah I uh. yeah. sorry this IS so long..I did warn but . AUGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHHHHHHHAUUUUUUAHHHHHHHHHHHHH #also i did this rant in 2 parts. last night and this morning so yeah uh. yeah.#god im so messed up about these two #make me a boat by the family crest came on while wroting this and while it's mainly a roxanix song to me......AUUUUUG.....#i struggle to find music for these sillies because they have such a specific vibe to me amd I've not quite managed to find something which -#- genuinely feels correct for them and it drives me up the WALL #GOD NIGHT SHIFT JUST CAME OF SHUFFL.....all my ieytd songs are coming out to drive me up the wall.......#FINISHED I've been adding tags as I've gone alonga #thank you for reading hope you enoyed and if you didn't im sorry

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jaspersreprise · 28 days

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Connecting with your spirit guides

Hello, before I go on and about the information here, I just want you to know that I am sharing knowledge coming from a book called “The Witches Way”, published by Leanna Greenaway and Shawn Robbins :) It’s particular penchant is mainly Wiccan, but the books purpose it serves is a guide to modern-day witchcraft. I’m here to divulge information for our fellow beginner witches, who are still educating through their practice and journey, just like the majority of the witches that mentors and teaches. Although, this posts purpose is probably not aimed to how to start getting into your spiritual journey, but it could be something you’d want to learn later on. I hope you understand. But of course, I’ll post the essentials about how to start and where to start. Keep on learning little witchlings!! <33

Your guide will never want to frighten you, so it is unlikely that they will suddenly appear before your eyes in the cold light of day. To reach a successful connection, you must be prepared to experience a deeper level of consciousness. It can take a lot of practice to perfect, and only when you are at an advanced state in the meditative process can you begin to see visions.

These will usually occur when you are in the middling stage between sleep and wakefulness or in the moments before you wake up. You might also want to keep a motepad and pen next to your bed, as it is common to be told relevant information in dream sleep.

From Leanna Greenaway/Shawn Robbins, „Over the years and with a lot of practice, I have mastered the art of connection. For me, it’s like looking at a screen, a bit like a video recording. The background is black and the images appear with gold edges. The pictures move like they would in a video and last anywhere between one and three minutes. Prior to the visions, I sometimes hear a ringing sound, a bit like tinnitus but not as annoying. This is when I know my soul is turning into a higher frequency and I have finally connected.”

Read on for simple tips and steps to help you achieve a connection with your spirit guide

Items to have nearby

Crystals are very good to dot around the house, as they balance the energies in a room and can also help you to ground yourself. The seven crystals below are good if you want to promote successful meditation. I recommend that you house these stones somewhere in the bedroom. There is no need to spend a fortune on them when purchasing; small, polished versions, or tumble stones, can work just as well as large, more-expensive pieces. The choice is yours.

Angelite , used for summoning guides and angels

Amethyst , a calming stone sed to enhance psychic ability and meditation

Clear quartz , amplifies healing energy; known as the master healing stone

Rose quartz , good for relieving stress and tension; restores the aura by replacing negative energy with positive energy, boosts a live vibration

Black tourmaline , a ground stone that connects the Earth with the human spirit; aligns with chakras

Aventurine , energises the Heart Chakra for wellbeing and emotions

Carnelian , improves concentration during meditation

Mindful meditation

People begin with a series of meditation techniques when first trying to connect to their spirit guides. Before embarking on any spirit communication, it is imperative that you meditate for at least thirty minutes.

Lots of people find it hard to meditate for thirty minutes, but once you get the hang of if, it’s very easy. Those of you who have researched meditation will know there are hundreds of ways to get into a meditative state. There is also a wealth of information online that can help you find the right method for you.

If you choose to perform your meditation during the waking hours, select a crystal and hold it in your hand. If you want to use all of them in your meditation, sit and space the stones in a circle around the base of the chair you’re using or on the floor, should you choose to go without a chair.

If you hope to meditate during your sleeping hours, situate the stone(s) either under the bed or next to wherever you are sleeping. Make sure the house is quiet and sit or lie in the lotus position (sitting with legs crossed and hands on knees) as depicted in some books just make sure that you are cozy, snug, and completely relaxed. People find lying in the fetal position, under the covers, in their bed the best position. You might prefer to lie on your back or sit upright; it’s completely up to you!

First, concentrate on every part of your body, starting with your feet. Relax the feet, focusing on each toe being completely floppy, then work up the body to the ankle, calf muscles, and so fourth. Your aim is to be totally still, allowing yourself to become calm and tranquil. When you get to the area below the waist, hold a pelvic floor exercise for ten seconds, then clench your buttocks for a few seconds and relax. When you get to the top part of your body, raise your shoulders up toward your neck for five seconds before releasing them. You will feel a tingling sensation as they fall back to their usual position. Take your time. By the time you reach your facial muscles, you should be feeling extremely relaxed. Second, breathe steadily, either through your nose or mouth — whichever is most comfortable. Take a deep, slow breath inward and then exhale slowly. Repeat this for a few minutes or until you start to feel weightless. Clear your mind. Behind your closed eyes, focus in the darkness you see. See if you can pick out any shapes or lights.

Ask questions

At this stage, you should be in a meditative state, so now is the time to ask your guides for information. In your mind, ask your guide a series of questions, focusing on each question for a few minutes.

„I would like my guide to visit me. Are you there? Can you show yourself to me?

You might see patterns and shapes behind your eyes or feel a strange sensation of belonging. The experience is different for everyone. If you don’t feel anything, don’t be disheartened. Remember, some guides will not show themselves to you while uou are awake and might wait until a time when you are asleep. They know you better than you know yourself and may think that you are not ready to receive them in a conscious state.

„Please show me your gender. Are you male, female, or nonbinary?”

At this point, you must tune in physically and trust your inner thoughts and instincts. Imagine you are standing in front of a being. Tap into the energies and trust your very first answer.

„can you tell me your name, please?”

It might take several meditations before you receive this answer, but, once again, trust those instincts—you have them for a reason. Allow your imagination to expand. Your guides name may not come quickly or even come to you at all when meditating. You might be given the name a few days later, so look out for signs. If, during the following days, you hear the same name repeatedly, perhaps on TV or the radio, it could be your guide nudging you gently. Alternatively, you might wake up one morning with a clear name in your head.

Once you have your guides name, you are on your way to connecting with them fully. If you are serious about making a connection with your guide, you must meditate every night before going to sleep. People often fall asleep during meditation; this is quite alright. When you arrive at a meditative state, your vibration rises and your energy starts to change and evolve. It does take lots of practice, so never give up. After a while you will be able to slip into this relaxed state quickly and summon your guide as needed.

Thank you for reading this. For all the beginner witches out there, I hope you grow more and more accustomed to your spiritual journey, and find your own path 🤍 please remember that you can find your own path to witchcraft — there’s no set formula, just a bunch of practices that you can choose to use. Witchcraft can be used for anything — from protection to success in certain aspects of life. If you want to know more, you may check out my quotev or tiktok account. I have posted information relating to these topics there, but I’m posting irregularly. Especially my tiktok account, I don’t really post there anymore 💔 but the works are still there.

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cerberuscaeli · 7 months

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Short Zhongli x f!reader drabble

This was initially written as a drabble in an ask for a blog I follow (give @zhongrin a follow, also Rin I'll dedicate this one to you <3), and after some encouragement, I have decided to post it on my writing blog as well. So enjoy reading and please don't crush me with a meteorite if it's not great (you get it? Meteorite = Zhongli's ult?...) <3

Comments and reblogs are appreciated <3

Although this can be easily read as gn!reader, all my fics are centered on female reader, and thus I will label this as female reader insert as well. (No pronounces are being used.)

Based on when Neuvilette is grieving or lost in his sorrows it starts to rain and clears up when he gets himself back together. So kind of my take on this situation and what happens but with Zhongli instead?

Zhongli has seen a lot of things in the long years he's been walking the earth. He endured a lot so it's only normal he carries a lot of sorrows with him. Now, what if the earth would tremble when he gets lost in his sorrows? When he gets sad or is grieving?

The earth would tremble, just hard enough for people to feel it under their feet but never too hard that it would shake the entire nation and cause damage. No, just a slight tremble you feel underneath your feet that people with sharp eyes and sentences can feel the best.

But the people of Liyue don't give it a mind. After all, they have seen the almost downfall of their region so that the earth trembles now and then are the least of their worries, for sure with how it doesn't cause trouble. Sure it would let stones tumble down from the mountains, but rocks that were already bound to fall off. And even when Zhongli is so consumed in his sorrows, somehow he does make sure the shift in earth would cause no one harm.

After all, it's barely there that people don't have to worry about it. But you do. You know the signs and the meanings of the sudden change and as his lover you are bound to look for him. And so you do, finding him near a giant tree, where he once locked Azhdaha up. Eyes closed, head bowed down and shoulder slouched. A thing you didn't see that often. You step closer to him, gently placing a hand on his shoulder as you softly greet him.

It's all he needs to be pulled out of his mind. You're enchanting voice and gentle touches bring him back to the present. The earth stops trembling as the Archon finds peace and comfort in your gentle touch and loving words. He gently wraps his arms around you, pulling you against his chest as he lifts his eyes up at the sky. His sorrows are now replaced with a blooming feeling of love.

There was no need to dwell on his sorrows when you, the person who brightened up his life were at his side. His rock that grounded him in times like this. A gentle breeze of love and comfort you always carried with you. A small smile slowly starts to grace his face as he presses a soft kiss on the top of your head. Muttering a simple "Thank you, my darling." Because no more words were needed, because he had you and you understood him better than anyone ever did.

There was no need to dwell on his sorrows when he had the light - that made the darkness of his past fade away - in his arms.

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the-french-belphegor · 3 months

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Making my way (makinmawaayy) through my @critter-genfic-events bingo card, and this one's filling the "fights" slot! Or rather, "post-fight", which they told me works as well. Also it's set way before the start of the stream, when they're all more acquaintances and travelling companions than the friends and family we see later. They're already buds, though, for the most part.

Posting it on AO3 ASAP Now on AO3! Hope Tumblr doesn't hide the post from the tags! 🤞

(oh yeah, side note: I do know that concentration-based spells get dropped when you either don’t roll high enough to maintain it or when you take too much damage – like both invisibility spells do in DnD. But I liked the idea of being so concussed you don’t remember how to drop a spell :3)

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Scrambled

Scanlan is pretty sure someone’s calling his name in the distance with a certain amount of worry. It’s okay, he thinks but doesn’t say. He’s gonna get back up any time now. He’s fine.

(Scanlan is more than fine, Scanlan is a godsdamn snack, thank you very much.)

In fact, he might even go as far as to let the word drag, let some notes slide a little: fiiiine. Four ‘i’s should about do it.

(Heh, four ‘i’s. Four eyes. That’s Percy. Where’s Percy?)

So, to recap, Scanlan is fine as hell, and he’s okay because he’s always okay, even with a headache so bad he’s pretty sure his brain is leaking out of his ears. Won’t check, though, that might be gross and his stomach isn’t doing too well either at the moment. Barfing while lying on your back? Yeah, no, bad idea. Of all the ways to die, drowning in his own puke is probably around number… sixty-eight.

Sixty-nine would be, of course, a particularly ill-advised tumble with someone with an ungodly number of teeth and a taste for blood, preferably that of a gnome with more curiosity than sense. As always with sex stuff with consenting adults, though, Scanlan isn’t willing to completely dismiss the idea.

Might be fun to try someday, who knows.

When he’s less tired.

Why’s everything swimming?

Actually asking out loud is out of the question, since for some reason his voice can’t even make it out of his throat, let alone his mouth –

(oh fuck no, if I can’t sing I’m toast, if I can’t play I’m dead, if I can’t talk we’re done)

– so at the price of an effort so bad he almost upchucks everything since the invention of breakfast Scanlan pivots his head juuuust a little to the left.

And sees nothing.

Well, no, not exactly. He sees yellowing grass, some dirt, a bit of sky. But nothing where his shoulder should be, or the rest of him.

…Oh yeah. He made himself invisible a while back. Somewhere between Tiberius’ Fireball, Vex’s arrows, and Percy’s pepperbox and its more-or-less controlled explosions. (Or maybe Percy went before him. Right before the world got very loud, very fast, and then very quiet. Somehow there’s a connection between this and that.) Dropping the invisibility looks like a really good idea, if only Scanlan could remember how. As things stand, he can barely remember to breathe. Oh, and also that the warm stickiness soaking up the back of his head and seeping into his collar is Not A Good Thing – not that there’s a lot he can do about that.

Things are rather quiet now. He must’ve missed the end of the fight.

Seriously, though, where’s Percy? Scanlan can’t hear the usual blasts and somewhere in the shattered mess that is his brain there’s a nagging inkling that it’s a bad sign. Or maybe there’s something else poking at the edges of his mind, he doesn’t know. He’s not exactly up to turning stuff over in his head at the moment. Turning his head was hard enough.

He’s just gonna… chill there for a while. Rest his eyes a little bit.

Which is why he doesn’t spot Vex running over until she drops to a crouch next to him and squashes his hand with her knee for five seconds.

Vex’ahlia is sharp eyes, sharp aim, sharp words, sharp everything. Her knees are no exception. Ow.

“Shit shit shit, fucking shitballs,” Scanlan hears her mutter under her breath as her hands find his head with uncanny precision considering she can’t see him. Her ‘t’s are beautifully defined, her vowels clear and precise. It’s a pity she sings so rarely; most performers would kill to have her diction.

“PIKE!” she yells over her shoulder. “OVER HERE!”

Pike, echoes the part of Scanlan’s mind that’s still functional. It would have been a small, pitiful yearning sound if he’d been able to speak. Thank goodness the word doesn’t pass his lips as is. It’s frankly a little scary just how the thought of her – the first in a while that doesn’t feel fractured in some way – quietens the part of him that’s not watching the proceedings with a detached interest. Pike is fun to flirt with and try to charm; she’s beautiful and radiant and strong, anyone with an appreciation for the female form can see that, so it’s not so surprising that Scanlan always feels drawn to her like a sunflower to sunshine. It’s so easy to let himself get starry-eyed over her, even if she’s so completely out of his league it bypasses sad and goes straight into funny. Scanlan probably is in love with her, a little bit, like he’s a little bit in love with everyone. Just… sometimes… sometimes when he calls her the love of his life he’s not sure he’s joking.

The nausea and the waves of blinding pain relent a little.

Pike?

No, Scanlan corrects himself, Vex, who when he manages to focus for more than a second finds his gaze and holds it. Unerringly.

Which must mean… the hour is up. The spell must be wearing off.

Huh.

“There you are,” says Vex, residual magic still shimmering in her fingers after her low-level Cure Wounds. She must really be tapped out.

There is blood in her hair and one of her feathers is bent at the stem, but the most telling cue that the fight went wrong is the brittle quality of her smile. She’s good at putting up a front, almost as good as Scanlan; insight isn’t Scanlan’s forte, let alone when his head feels like it’s just been cracked open like an egg, but sometimes seeing Vex’ahlia slice her way through life like a knife, just as sharp and just as shiny, is like staring into a warped mirror.

She’s good.

He’s better.

(Usually.)

“How’d you find me?” he croaks.

Vex draws back the hand she was using to prop herself with a couple of inches from his head. Her palm is coated with red.

“Head wounds, darling. They tend to bleed rather a lot.” She cocks her head to the side. “How did you even end up all the way here in the first place?”

Scanlan’s memories still feel like a scattered jigsaw, but at least now the pieces are right side up. What he puts together isn’t very glorious. Getting punted into a rock by a giant who only heard you and who was supposed to go down easily isn’t anything to brag about. At least he can always quip about it.

“Well,” he wheezes out with a grin that might work better without the blood in his teeth, “I got got.”

Then he remembers why the giant whirled round blindly and whacked him with his club. He’d been out of any useful magic, trying to sneak up on it with a fucking sword, of all things, because the big dumb fucknut had somehow gotten hold of—

“Shit, Percy – where’s Percy?”

Vex’s own smile gets wry and just a little shaky at the corner.

“He got got,” she says. There’s a story there, but at least Vex doesn’t look like it ended in tragedy. Instinctively Scanlan relaxes into his headache. “Don’t worry, though. Pike reached him in time and Grog and Keyleth got the giant.”

Oh. Good. Percival Freakystein von Mussels Colossal de Rolo III is one scary motherfucker with his pepperbox and his glasses and his devastating one-liners, but he’s still squishy as hell. Plus, well, he’s so young – Scanlan is fairly sure he’s twice, maybe three times older. The kid must be, what, mid-twenties tops? That’s way too young to die, especially having experienced so little of what the world has to offer. Scanlan would bet anything the stuck-up nerd has never taken anyone to bed, for the gods’ sake.

They’re all assholes, in the SHITs, sort of (except Pike, of course, and probably Keyleth too) but Scanlan likes them. If the universe suddenly decides that an asshole has to get killed today, he’d rather it be him rather than one of the others.

Still, nobody needs to know that.

“Worry, me? Please, I never worry.”

“I know you don’t, darling. I’m just updating you on what you missed while you were having a kip.”

Vex’s tone is even, her words light, and yet when Scanlan meets her gaze it’s like crossing blades. Somehow it also feels like grasping hands in reassurance and honestly it unnerves him a little. He prefers to know where they stand, and usually he does: he’ll downplay close calls and tell lewd jokes to alleviate the tension, while she’ll be sarcastic and magnificent and not call him out on his lies on the occasion she sees through them. But sometimes she reminds him that both twins are like blades, swift and sharp in more than one way, and in some of them she’s the sharpest. Gods, she’s terrifying.

He’s saved from having to retort something by the metallic rustle of ring mail over heavy cotton as Pike rushes up to him. Perspiration left traces in the dirt smudged across her face and her dark hair is mussed, whole locks coming out of her braided bun. She smells like sweat and leather and a little like wild strawberries, and she’s the most beautiful thing Scanlan’s ever seen.

Pike doesn’t lose a second with platitudes; she just gives him a very professional once-over, almost clinical in its efficiency, then cups his face with her hands with a look of intense concentration, eyes closed. The healing spell she pours into him feels so potent it’s practically an out-of-body experience. For a couple of seconds all Scanlan feels is warmth, clean and bright and fierce, and when he opens eyes he doesn’t remember closing his ears are still ringing.

Although that might be the blood loss.

Which would also neatly explain how weak he still is, especially when Pike’s face goes soft.

“You okay?” she asks quietly.

There are so many answers he could give her.

I am now – with a wink and a nod.

I want to have your babies – with a theatrical gesture that will make her laugh.

I am if you are – with his heart in a smile. (NOPE.)

“I’m always okay,” Scanlan finally says with a grin, hoping for an echo.

Which he gets, so points to him for being awesome. Pike Trickfoot should always have a reason to smile.

Vex snorts and somehow still manages to make it sound classy as hell.

“Sure. Which is why the only reason I found you at all was the random pool of blood on the ground thirty feet from where we thought you were. You’re lucky I’m a good tracker.”

“Fair, fair,” he says with a careful nod. “Although that could’ve been from some forest critter that met a grisly end.”

“Please, this much blood, and this fresh? How dumb do you think I am?”

Scanlan sits up on his elbows and counts off on his fingers. “One, that’s gross – two, ‘dumb’ is the last of things that you are and you know it all too well – three, thank you for saving my life – four, that’s still so gross, oh my gods. What’d you do, sniff out my lifeblood?!”

“It was me or Trinket,” says Vex, looking way more smug than she has any right to. “It just so happens I beat him at the game of ‘spot the invisible gnome’. You know, before he dies on us.”

“Oh no. What a loss that would be. Such a young, useful bear, too.”

“How scrambled did your brains get? I meant you, you dick.”

Her peeved expression eases just as quickly as the smugness hardened into a glare, and she smiles at Pike before straightening up and striding off toward the others. Her perfect hips swing subtly as she walks, in an unassuming way Scanlan knows from experience requires a lot of work. He’d find her so hot if she wasn’t so scary.

(Well, he does find her extremely hot, if only because she could break him with either a gesture or a word, but despite popular belief Scanlan Shorthalt isn’t that reckless. Even he can weigh the pros and cons occasionally before deciding that diving in headfirst isn’t a good idea.)

There’s a snort on his right, and his whole world is Pike again.

“I really don’t get your little war on Trinket,” she says, but there’s a twinkle in her eyes.

“When he starts landing actual hits on whatever we’re fighting or even just holding his own more than two minutes, I might reconsider. Right now he’s just a glorified pack mule.”

“He’s plenty useful. He gives the best massages, for one thing. And he’s a good boy.”

I can be a good boy, Scanlan almost retorts, but refrains at the last minute. The lie is too big to work, even as a joke, and he doesn’t like the sliver of truth behind it, like the glint of a blade. So he settles for a fake disgruntled huff and a grin.

Nothing falls off as he picks himself up with Pike’s help, so that’s good news. He just has to suppress a shiver at the congealed blood, now gone cold, that makes the top of his shirt stick to his back. His ponytail is a mess, a clump of matted hair half glued to his neck. Ugh, he hates having to wash blood out of his hair.

His usual armour is back on, though. Pike doesn’t seem to notice the shiver; the look of slight worry she gives him has a general fight-almost-gone-very-bad flavour of ‘are you okay’ to it.

“I am glad you didn’t get scrambled,” she says in a rare mix of bluntness and thoughtfulness that’s uniquely Pike. “You know, for good. I mean, you looked pretty bad there for a moment.”

“Aw, Pikey-pants,” Scanlan says in a singsong voice, “don’t tell me you were worried.”

Pike gives a half shrug, which he feels because she’s thrown one of his arms over her shoulders and is supporting some of his weight.

“Oh well, you know,” she says in an offhand voice, a little high-pitched, “a little? You’re never silent this long, and then Grog and I couldn’t find you, and then Keyleth said she heard the giant hit something with his club, and then—”

“Well, you don’t need to worry about me, okay? Never worry about me.” He smiles, big and toothy, to counter the frown she gets sometimes when he says things like that. “I mean, there’s really no need. I’m awesome! I’m Burt Reynolds!”

This at least gets a smile with the hint of a smirk. Still sweet, though, because Pike could make (and has made) even the bluntest blow feel sweet.

“Esquire.”

Scanlan nods carefully, mock-serious. “Right, right, ‘Esquire’.”

“Shouldn’t forget that bit.”

“No, I should not.”

She smiles at him, sharp but warm, and there it is again – the sudden urge to say something stupid, make a joke, deflect, like raised hackles, because what if she gets the true measure of him? (‘And doesn’t like what she sees’ goes without saying. There’s a reason Scanlan spent the last couple of decades carefully building himself up.)

Being a charismatic bastard means sometimes you can afford to coast on charm alone. He grins and changes the subject, as swift and dextrous as a knife in Vax’s hand, and that’s it. Matters closed.

Honestly, he’d have to be a lot more scrambled than that for it not to work.

“No, Grog, there’s already a troll dick in the bag of holding, we’re not keeping a giant dick as well!”

…Plus there’s always the next distraction. That works, too.

—

(until it doesn’t, but he doesn’t know that yet!)

I started writing this on a whim and then couldn’t decide who I wanted to find Scanlan between Vex, Vax and Pike – so I decided to sort it out with a d20, set the DC at 20 (“hard”, because he’s invisible) and roll a perception check for each member of VM using their proficiencies at level 10 (the earliest character sheets of theirs Critrolestats have). Both Pike and Grog rolled a natural 1 :’( Keyleth and Percy got a 9, and even with +10 and +7 respectively for perception they failed the check; Vax got 26 (rolled a 16 with +10 perception) and then Vex got the same number but by rolling a nat 20! Plus her passive perception is 22, so that makes sense. And she was top of my list anyway, so ^^

(I spun the whump wheel a couple of times, thinking I’d get a good handful of prompts for some short snippets (like <1k words) and then happened on “concussion” and. Well. Someone clearly had a lot of thoughts about that one...)

#critical role #vox machina #scanlan shorthalt #vex'ahlia #pike trickfoot #pikelan #(sorta)#critter genfic bingo #fanfiction

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wheezy baby (e.m)

pairing: Eddie Munson x reader

summary: based on this post, Eddie taking care of you while you’re sick

contains: fluff, mentions being sick(naturally), language, mentions dying, please lmk if i missed something

word count: 1.4K

a/n: i wrote that original post while being sick, and even though i’m still a little sick i’ve been getting better slowly, so please keep in mind i have a mush brain at the moment. it’s also midnight and i hardly proofread this so bear with me xx

taglist: @neewtmas

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“hi Eds.” you squeak out, seeing your doting boyfriend walk into the bedroom.

“hi, my wheezy baby” you laugh at his greeting, but it comes out strained and painful.

“don’t make me laugh, it hurts.” you groan, trying not to cough again.

“i’m sorry hun. is there anything I can do for you?” “yeah, actually.”

he sits on the bed next to you, rubbing your shoulder and slightly distracting you.

“are... are you going to tell me?” he asks after a minute, waiting for the answer you never provided.

“oh right, sorry.” he laughs, knowing the cough medicine makes you drowsy on top of your astonishing ability to zone out on the regular. “you can go to Nancy’s house, get one of her guns, and put me out of my fucking misery.”

“funny that you think she’d actually show me her new hiding place.”

“I can dream.” you sigh, wheezing out another long breath.

“sometimes your jokes don’t seem like jokes.” he frowns at you and you know he doesn’t like when you joke about dying. he’s a sensitive boy and he loves you more than anything in the world.

“i’m sorry. I just don’t feel good.”

“I know, I hate that you’re sick. I just talked to Wayne and he said—”

“I told you to leave him alone!” you whine, knowing that he keeps calling his uncle to ask questions about what to do for you.

as sweet and caring as Eddie is, he does not know what medications to give you and how long to wait in between. and although you're grateful his amazing uncle is able to answer his questions, you feel guilty that he’s getting pulled away to the phone while working.

“he called me! said he wanted to check up on ya.”

“he did?” you can feel tears welling up in your eyes.

Uncle Wayne wanted to check on you?

“yup, also said if you’re not any better by tomorrow we should take you to the doctor.” your eyes have seemed to dry up completely with the rest of his words.

“hmm… no I don’t think so.”

“c’mon, doctors aren’t that bad! besides, Wayne says it’s a good idea and it’ll keep you from getting worse.”

“suddenly I’m one-hundred percent better and—” you cut yourself off with yet another chest rattling cough.

“yeah, you’re cured.” he speaks sarcastically, making you groan and turn your body away from him.

“hey baby?” he pokes you softly, attempting to get you to turn back to face him but all he receives in return is another groan as you wrap yourself in the blanket tighter than you thought possible. “can I snuggle you under those blankets?”

“depends.”

“on what?”

“if you put a movie on for me.” you roll back over, facing him once again to be greeted with his sweet smile.

“duh! what’ll it be tonight, sweets?”

“something scary!” you beam, perking up immediately when he asks you to pick.

“I should’ve known that.” he laughs, walking over to the stack of tapes on the ground.

“do you still have The Shining?”

“uhh…” you hear the stack get knocked over, tumbling to the ground and he whispers out a “shit” before digging through the mess. “ha-ha! yes, got it right here!”

he holds it in the air and waves it around, earning a lazy clap from you before he pops it into the VCR. you scoot over, making room for him to lay beside you in the bed.

“you have enough blankets?” he asks before joining you and you think for a moment.

“are there even any more in this house?” you tease, looking around the bed and seeing the pile of blankets surrounding you at the foot of the bed.

“well… I mean I could go get some from Steve or something.”

“baby I’m okay, really.”

“what about water? or food? oh! do you want—”

“all I want is for you to come cuddle me and watch this movie quietly.”

it melts your heart when he does anything and everything he can to help you feel better. he has always been so sweet to you, but when you got taken down with this sickness it’s like a flip switched in his head. he went headfirst into the role as your caretaker and even when you tried to push him away out of fear of giving him the virus, he refused to listen to you.

instead he left kisses all over your face, and said “guess we’ll be sick together”, despite your weak attempt to push him away. thankfully he and Uncle Wayne haven’t gotten whatever you did.

Eddie finally joins you in the bed, cozying up next to you, allowing you to lay on his chest. his warmth is beyond comforting and for what feels like the first time this week you stop coughing long enough to easily doze off to sleep.

unfortunately it doesn’t last long. the movie seems to scare your sweet boyfriend, and his startled jump jolts you awake. fear creeps into your chest at the sudden movement, ultimately leading into yet another painful coughing fit.

“shit baby, I’m sorry!” as he sits up to get your glass of water from the bedside table, he continues to apologize endlessly.

once you are able to stop coughing long enough to take a drink, you ease back into your spot in his arms. his hand comes over to your chest and gently rubs it, hoping to help calm the ache and pain.

“better?” he asks, feeling you relax in his hold once again. you nod your head and turn back towards the movie.

“got scared, huh?” you tease, wheezing out another soft laugh.

“it’s those fucking twins! like Christ, who comes up with this shit?”

“we can turn it off if you want?”

“no hun, it’s okay.”

“I mean, you could read to me instead? then you won’t scare me awake.”

“yeah… maybe we can finish it in the mornin’?” you nod in agreement with him, sitting up yet again so he can leave the warm bed and hunt for the latest book the two of you have been reading together.

“Princess Bride, right?”

“yup, that’s the one.”

“kinda ironic that this is the one we’re reading when you’re sick.” he teases you, making you smile and roll your eyes, knowing he’s acknowledging the introduction of the book where it mentions the narrator’s first experience with The Princess Bride was when he was sick in bed with pneumonia.

“where were we?”

“chapter five, I think. right after the poison part because you got distracted.”

he does get easily off task, which is something you love about him. the two of you can talk for hours dissecting the books you read together.

this particular time you had to break the news that while it may seem “badass” to ingest small amounts of poison until you become immune, it is not a very well tested theory, and you would be heartbroken if he took too much in an attempt to be like the character in the novel.

he ultimately agreed, but only after you used the word “heartbroken”. Eddie promised you when you first started dating that he would never ever break your heart. and this man holds true to his word.

settling back into the bed, you tangle your legs around his to search for warmth. he is quick to pull another throw blanket over you and you smile at the gesture.

feeling comfortable and relaxed, listening to his heartbeat from your seemingly permanent position on his chest, he begins to read aloud to you.

he is sure to speak softly, trying his best attempt to give the characters the perfect accents and voices, still cautious that you seem to be drifting off to sleep again. and you allow your tired eyes to slowly droop, deciding not to fight the inevitable anymore.

once Eddie is sure you’re asleep, he closes the book and sets it on the bedside table. he reaches over to switch off the lamp and lowers himself into the bed with you safely tucked into his arms.

he places a final kiss on the top of your head as he allows himself to fall asleep too, whispering out one last “good night, my wheezy baby.”

#eddie munson x reader #eddie x reader #eddie munson #eddie stranger things #stranger things #eddie munson blurb #eddie munson fics #eddie munson fluff

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