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ericsprincess · 10 months

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yours for the taking

nc-17, smut, boyfriend!Sangyeon, body worship, rimming (Sangyeon receiving), anal fingering, vaginal sex

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part 2 here

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A/N: dedicated to that one girlie who really doesn’t like Sangyeon. You will probably not read this, but I hope you will see the light one day :)

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Finally, Friday. You sigh tiredly, dropping on your living room couch. You put your feet on the coffee table and huff. This week felt more like a month, with the mountain of work you had to do at your job and you couldn’t wait for it to be over. Having finally logged off from your work computer a few minutes ago, the only thing left to do was to throw yourself on the couch and wait for your boyfriend to come home, so you could decide how to spend your Friday evening.

Maybe I can even sneak a nap, you ponder. Although Sangyeon’s shift at work ends earlier than yours, he also goes to the gym after work every day. Even on Friday, which only makes you admire your dedication, since your own gym visits are based mostly on how you’re feeling about it at that moment. Sometimes you find it a little bit annoying that he’s such a stickler about it, but you have to admit, his hard work pays off. He looks amazing and you can never have enough of his body.

So you just grab a blanket, snuggle under it, close your eyes and rest. You’re more exhausted than you thought because it seems that you fall asleep immediately and suddenly you’re being woken up by the sound of the keys unlocking your front door.

“I’m home!” Sangyeon yells from the hallway, kicking off his shoes and dropping his gym bag on the floor. “Oh, sorry, did I wake you up?” he peaks into the living room.

“Hi, baby, it’s okay, I was just napping. How was your day?” you detangle yourself sleepily from your blanket and sit up to welcome him. You’re about to get up and go hug him, but he stops you with a raised hand.

“Y/N, I would not recommend coming close to me,” he smiles. “I did not have time to shower at the gym, because I wanted to come home earlier and I’m way too sweaty right now. I’ll head to the shower and you can nap some more, okay?” he says while already pulling his t-shirt over his head on the way to the bathroom.

Uhh, what a sight, you let yourself drool a little over your boyfriend’s body. He’s been looking especially good lately, since he also got a bit of a tan and he’s still having some pump from the gym. You can’t stop staring at him and touching him and he seems to enjoy the attention too. Sometimes you’re sure he’s provoking you on purpose, just like he did right now - taking off his t-shirt in front of you with mildly exaggerated stretch of his arms over his head, putting his abs and chest on display.

Once again, as it seems to be a habit these days, the more you are thinking about his body, the hornier you get. You look at the closed bathroom door. You can hear the faint sound of the shower and Sangyeon’s muted humming of some song. Could I…? You wonder. Well, why the fuck not.

You get up and march right into the bathroom. When you open the door, it’s already steamy there and you stop to admire Sangyeon’s muscular body behind the fogged up glass, as he’s washing himself. His shoulders are wide and his arms are thick with muscle and veins. His back is wide but waist is thin, with picture perfect six pack abs that make you want to just rub your pussy all over them until you come. And you can’t forget his beautiful full chest, only asking to be bitten and sucked on. His ass and legs are nice and muscular too, and you are really glad he’s not one of those guys who skip legs. You can count on Sangyeon to do everything correctly and properly.

Not to mention he’s always perfectly waxed and shaved everywhere, making his body so much more…lickable. Especially now, when you can see rivulets of water running down his body.

“Oh- hey,” he notices your presence almost immediately and smiles at you, with one of those warm smiles of his, so you quickly take off your clothes and leave them on the ground. You join him under the shower and he does waste a second to embrace and kiss you.

“Did you miss me that much, baby? You had to come to my shower?” he teases you jokingly and you start kissing his neck and collarbones. You know he gets your intent clearly now, even though it amuses him, as usual. Provoking you with his perfect body is his favorite pastime lately, and he clearly enjoys the effect he has on you.

“Yeah,” you whisper, and latch your mouth on his nipple while touching and squeezing his other pec. Sangyeon closes his eyes and leans back on the tiles, enjoying the feeling. You can feel his cock getting hard against your hip, so you just suck harder, knowing it’s one of those things he loves receiving, even though he wouldn’t admit it.

You let his chest go and slowly sink on your knees in front of him, licking his abs on the way down. He takes his hard cock in his hand, positioning for you to suck it, but you only lick and suck on the tip, tasting his precum, while he sighs from the pleasure. You pull away and look up at him.

“Turn around,” you order.

“What? Why?” he’s confused, but instead of a reply, you grab him by his hips and try to turn him, which he obeys with a laugh.

“Hands on the wall,” you speak silently, and he does just that, puts his hands on the tiled wall and leans forwards. You take both of his buttcheeks in your hand and squeeze them a little, enjoying the softness and roundness of the muscle. There is no point in wasting time, you’re sure Sangyeon already figured out what’s gonna happen either. You pull his buttcheeks apart and dive in with your whole face, licking at his hole immediately. You have never done that before, but you’re making up for your lack of experience with enthusiasm. You rub your tongue over it, teasing, almost as if you were making out with it. He’s clearly trying to hold back his moans, which pleases you, as you were not sure how he would react. But it seems that he’s into it, arching his back slightly to push against your face more, so you reward him by flicking your tongue over his hole quickly.

You move one of your hands on his hip, to hold him better while you try to penetrate your tongue inside him. It’s not really possible, he’s too tight and your tongue is just a muscle, but it makes him whimper just at the insinuation of it. You move your hand to rub over his abs, feeling his quick aroused breathing, and how his core muscles move under your hand. It’s intoxicating to know you have such an effect on him right now.

You slide your hand down on his cock and it's as hard as ever, slick, with copious amounts of precome. You’re wet too, you know it without checking - eating Sangyeon’s ass, his reactions and the taboo of it made you so horny it almost hurts. You want him in you immediately.

You get up and press yourself over his back, kissing his neck while he breathes so deeply, as if he were running a marathon.

“Lets go to bed? I really need you to fuck me right now,” you whisper and he can’t even speak, he just nods quickly with his eyes still closed. He looks like he could cum at any moment.

You both get out of the shower and give yourself the quickest wipe down with the closest towels, just to not drip water everywhere and practically run naked to your bedroom, half-wet.

You throw yourself on the bed and he jumps right after you, pressing you down, folding your legs up, now wasting a second and pushing his cock into you. You don’t need any preparation and having him inside you feels like a relief.

“I’m not gonna last long, just so you know,” he chuckles and you huff. “Me neither, but start moving before I literally die.”

He starts fucking you immediately with all the force he can muster, not bothering with any teasing or finesse, just trying to get you both to cum as soon and as hard as he can. You’re holding onto his back when you get a devious idea.

You slowly move your hand down his spine as he’s thrusting into you, lower and lower until you stop at his ass. fingers just right at his asshole. You give him few seconds to refuse and when he doesn’t you slowly push a finger in, into his still wet and relaxed hole.

He whines and his hips stutter, his face buried in the crook of your next, while you're fingering him gently. He’s still fucking you but it’s as if he can’t decide whether to fuck into your or fuck himself on your finger. You’re also close, high from the power you have over him, and how easily you were able to make his strong beautiful man into a puddle.

He’s almost out of his mind from pleasure, succumbed to just his primal feelings to fuck, when you whisper into his ear.

“Should I add another one?” and that’s what does him in, and he moans and cums in you, while thrusting into you hard, and it helps you come too, when you feel his cock pump you full of cum. You’re rarely having an orgasm at the same time, but when you do, it feels like you can experience the pleasure of yours and his at the same time, and it feels like you can't stop coming.

It takes a minute to come down, to make the ringing in your ears stop and your breath slow down, and in the meantime he rolls off you and slumps on the bed next to you. He’s just lying half dead, eyes closed, face and chest red and sweaty.

He finally opens one eye. “You know, if I knew you would like my body this much, I would have started seriously working out sooner,” he mumbles, face half-buried in the bed.

You turn to him and weakly slap him on the arm, “Oh I’m sure you would,” you laugh.

He moves closer to you and grabs you into a hug. You settle comfortably in his warm embrace.

“Next time, let me show you how much I love your body though,” he whispers.

Ooh. Can’t wait.

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ryuichirou · 1 month

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Dark headcanons feat. Idia

Anonymous asked:

Got any more super dark head canons for our favorite hikikomori? I’m a glutton for punishment, I know.🫠

Anonymous asked:

being normal is overrated. fuck it gimme your most messed up idia hcs nsfw and sfw

Ask and you shall receive, dear Anons, even if it happens several months later 😭

I want to thank you once again for your patience; one of the reasons why it took me this long was that I always get excited when we receive asks about darker scenarios. I got so excited that, I think, some of the hcs are kind of like short stories lol even though I didn’t want to make them too long… well, anyways.

So, dark and messed up hcs! Obviously Idia-centric; a lot of it is Mob/Idia. Starting on a lighter note, but then it gets more messed up.

(I’m not talking about the Tweels and Idia this time (I know there are asks about them too!), they’ll get another post <3 Let’s hope that I’ll finish it soon)

Sometimes he tortures himself by having internet arguments lol He doesn’t feel good when he argues with randos, even though it’s funny sometimes, but sometimes he continues to do it fully knowing that the conversation is completely useless. A couple of times he connected to his opponent’s webcam log and found footage of them masturbating. He could’ve easily used it to end the argument quickly, but for some reason no matter how heated he gets, he doesn’t do it. He thinks about it though.

Idia has seen every single cursed thing on the internet. Things that would make some people traumatised, things that are way too much even for Idia. If cursed things on the internet were an iceberg meme, to Idia Blue Waffle and One Guy One Jar would be the most basic tier. Something that everyone knows and isn’t as shocking. Sometimes he wonders how Azul-shi or Crimson Muscle would react to some of the stuff he’s used to seeing.

Same goes with porn, to be honest. Idia could go months without masturbating or watching porn, but he isn’t sure if it’s because of his low sex drive or because of how bored he is with porn. Regular porn doesn’t do it for him at all, with kinks he either gets into them or suddenly loses interest, his favourite hentai tropes are pretty messed up. He ended up watching some banned illegal stuff a couple of times just to see if he’d feel anything. The next day he was back to his favourite hentai tropes though.

Idia got groped during his entrance ceremony. He has no idea why he was picked out of every single person there, but he thinks it’s because of his hair: everyone’s silhouette is the same in the ceremonial robe, but his hair makes him stand out. Even though his butt is small… When it happened, Idia got so shocked that he just stood there still, allowing them to touch him. He was upset, but at the same time remembered all the hentai and doujins that started this way, and it resulted in him feeling a weird mix of deep disgust and arousal. He had no idea if anyone noticed him getting molested, and if anyone saw that he had a boner, but he sure felt like every single person was looking at him and judging him. He got traumatised by that, but the situation was so bizarre to him that he came without touching himself after returning to his room as quickly as possible.

Despite being shy and antisocial, Idia is very cocky, and he was especially cocky when he was a freshman. Living with 3 other people was a huge stress for him, and as we talk about living with them 24/7, his natural response to stress was to start talking shit. He felt intimidated by everything and everyone back then, and at the same time felt super annoyed because he was a genius who was much more skilled and smart than most of his senpai, and definitely smarter than the goons that he had to share a room with. Long story short, his roommates thought he was weird and bullied him every time Ortho wasn’t around for some reason (i.e. when he was charging): stole his clothes and pillows, threw stuff at him, talked shit about him, not even trying to be quiet about it. One time they dogpiled him on his own bed and made him pee himself. The other time they wrote swear words all over his body, talking about how all this were the things that people called him when he wasn’t listening. Idia got his revenge after that (yay doxing), but he is a bit scared of these guys to this day.

Idia’s second year wasn’t much better because he still had to share a room with a guy. And if the first bunch were bullies that Ortho really didn’t like (he tried to protect Idia, but couldn’t do it all the time), his roommate during his second year was more sneaky. He had good relationship with Ortho, so Ortho didn’t mind leaving these two alone in the room. He even asked Idia to try and befriend the guy because he really thought Idia needed friends. Idia hated the guy though because not only did he treat him just as badly as the previous group, he also constantly threatened that he would complain about Ortho being dangerous, just to make Idia anxious to lose his knight in shining armor. This got so bad that he made Idia cry like a baby one time because the guy convinced him that he would make everything to take Ortho away from him. And Idia isn’t an idiot; he knew that this wasn’t as simple, but something about the way the guy said it made him break down and cry pathetically.

Idia pretty much lived in fear for an entire year, and somewhere around the middle of the first semester the guy started molesting him. Ortho didn’t intervene because Idia tried his best to hide it from him, even when the guy started demanding Idia to suck him off and started sticking fingers up Idia’s ass, mostly to humiliate him. This is why Idia thought that he was either a masochist or just unstable, because while he absolutely hated it, he felt like he also didn’t mind it enough. The guy got kicked out of NRC before he actually raped (=put his penis into Idia) him, and while Idia was super happy, he also felt disappointed. As if Idia deserved bad things to happen to him… or was he actually into this dynamic and wanted to feel punished and used by someone who treats him like shit? He was never into butt stuff before, but he felt himself aching for a dick that he sucked for months while the guy was humiliating him.

Sometimes Idia fantasises about getting violated by other NRC students. It’s not like he looks at them and sighs dreamily, more of a “what if/how would he do this” type of way. He thinks it’s just his morbid curiosity, and even thinks that it’s very self-centered of him to think that Azul or Rook or Sebek or Lilia or Cater or anyone else would want to rape him, but… what if? He has pretty solid scenarios in his head for some of them, it’s surprisingly easy to come up with them based on their interactions…

Idia kind of likes it when his entire head is being hidden during sex. Well, likes the idea of it. Maybe it’s due to the fact that it keeps him anonymous, but the idea of a bag on his head or a hole-in-the-wall thing kind of tickles him. He had a bunch of dreams about getting stuck in a hole in the wall and then being used as a fuck toy. These dreams always end with someone somehow recognising him and calling him “Idia?” though, so Idia wakes up covered in sweat.

One time Idia almost became one of those people who die due to strangling themselves during masturbation. And he isn’t even into this type of stuff, he just wanted to try to see if it would work or not. He didn’t pull his pants down or anything, he tried to do it through clothes, so he was fucking lucky that Ortho woke up just in time to see him passed out with a noose around his neck. Poor Ortho got so worried and obviously came to wrong conclusions, but Idia felt way too embarrassed to confess about the actual reason why he ended up in this situation… it feels horrible knowing that he made Ortho so worried and upset and heartbroken, but he just couldn’t say that he did it to feel good when he orgasms.

#replies #headcanons #idia shroud

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deansapplepie · 5 months

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Till THE DEAD do us part |Chapter 16

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Chapter 16: Ya know I hate lies, don’t ya?

Summary: Winter is coming, food is scarce and everyone have their own dramas. Y/N can’t stay out of her family’s problems and Daryl have to take some measures at his own hands.

Warnings: swearing, mentions of death, mentions of murder, family issues, emotional abandonment (?), food deprivation (no eating disorders related). Minors do not interact.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x Grimes!Reader (Rick’s Sister)

Word Count: 2,444

Extra notes: I proofread the text, but English is not my first language, so feel free to correct any mistakes, of course with love.

It was one more of those cold days, if it wasn’t winter already it was close and you had yet to find a place where all of you could be safe and warm during winter. You were all managing things, the group was starting to be on sync, people had stopped doubting Rick and you were glad about it, he could be a little out of his mind, but people should never doubt he was going to do what’s best for you.

Things were a little odd after everyone learned he killed Shane, and you had to admit that even with all his bullshit it hurt to know he was dead, but you’d rather have him dead than Rick again. You were shocked that Carl had to kill his walker self, but you knew that if he didn’t Rick and him wouldn’t be alive. You wish Lori had understood it before their marriage went to shit and that Rick would stop being so stubborn and not letting her close again.

You were never pregnant, but you knew how lonely it must be for a woman to not have her husband giving her attention, touching her belly or even just talking to the unborn baby. It pained you to see Lori and Rick hurting like that. You tried to help her the maximum, but you knew it wasn’t the same as if Rick was doing all of that. On top of that, you had to go from one to another telling what they wanted to tell each other, but wouldn’t because they weren’t talking.

Daryl had found some small fruits and distributed around the group, the hunt wasn’t good that day. You probably needed to move elsewhere. Not only because of the food, but because after a group of walkers surrounded the old house where you were at, you didn’t stop anywhere like this again. Damn, you needed somewhere to pass the winter. The day was almost over and you’d have to sleep all piled up inside the cars or outside around the fire.

You had your portions of fruits in hand and went to Lori to see if everything was ok. You had had two small berries and thought that was enough, you could go longer without much food, the important thing was to drink water. You approached her and Carl sitting on a log. “How are you? Do you need anything?” You were always asking her this, sometimes she even get annoyed with you, so you would send Carol or Maggie to check on her.

“I’m good Y/N/N.” She said a small sad smile on her face.

“Here, I brought some more fruits for you.” You put the fruits on her lap.

“What about you? You need to eat.” She worried, now was the part you lied to her, it had become easy for you.

“I already ate, this ones are some extras I found. Eat, this is the baby portion.” You smiled, and caressed her showing belly lightly. “If you need anything just tell me, ok?”

Daryl and Rick were talking on some distance, they were where they could watch the camp, but where no one could listen to them. Probably planning the next step, Rick probably expressing his worries to the hunter since he didn’t want the group to panic. You walked in their direction and when you arrived they stopped to talk.

“Were you talking about me? Why did you stop talking?” You asked playfully. You knew they were probably talking men shit that Rick didn’t feel comfortable talking with you, in fact both of you had distanced a lot since the farm. It seemed that he forgot what you said about not keeping things to himself and sharing with you. At least, you thought, he seemed to be sharing with Daryl. You were almost jealous of him being closer to Rick than you. “I’m kidding, ok.” You raised your hand in surrender before they thought anything bad, especially Rick.

“She needs anything?” Rick asked and you almost rolled your eyes, as much as you loved taking care of her you were tired of going back and forth between them doing amends and sending messages.

“Just her husband. Do you think we can get that to her?” You answered seriously. “I know things are shitty but you two should make up. For the sake of Carl and the baby.”

“You don’t understand Y/N. You should stay outside of this.” Gosh, it was so stressful those days. You were not very distant from exploding.

“Yeah. I don’t, I’m just your messenger. That shouldn’t be my job.” You were tired, maybe overreacting and stressed as fuck. “I feel as my parents are ignoring each other and I need to stay in the middle mending things, the thing is, you are not my parents and our parents never did this shit.”

You knew Rick and Lori wasn’t good before the shooting and all, but at that time you remembered Rick was trying everything. He tried to ignore the bad things and be a good husband and father, make things better, but now it was as if he didn’t want to try, his only goal was for everyone to be safe and find a safe place so Lory could have the baby. Feelings or softness were put aside, you couldn’t barely recognize him. You left the two men and went to the road, kicking every small stone you found in your way. People were a little further in the woods close to the fire, you wanted to be alone, that’s why you went to the road.

You wanted to scream, but you couldn’t. You wanted to break something, but you had nothing to do it and you couldn’t do it to any of the cars. You put your hands on the truck and bended stretching your spine and trying to breath in and out the anger inside of you. God, being in an apocalypse was bringing so many sides of you that you didn’t know before.

“What was that?” You jumped at the archer’s voice right beside you leaning on the car.

“Fuck. Stop being so silent!” You stood up, your heart threatening to jump outside of your chest.

“Why did’ya just go to Lori and then came to us just to fight with Rick?”

“I didn’t. I… it wasn’t like that.” You crossed your arms defensively.

“Yes, it was. Ya could have just answered him something and let it be” he wasn’t the best person to say anything being the biggest hot head you knew, but when he wasn’t the mad one he could see things well from outside.

“I’m tired of this whole situation and I don’t know what to do, so they can be good again.” It was consuming your thoughts for months already. “This is so stupid, they’re acting like kids!”

“Ya should stop worrying so much. Ya can care for them and don’t get involved, ya know? It’s bad for you, I can see it.” Daryl normally was the one needing to be talked to calm down, so this was new for him. He already saw you loosing your temper with Shane, but never with your family.

“In few words, what are you trying to say?” You couldn’t even think straight given to everything you were feeling.

“Mind your own business. Let them solve on their own, or not.” It was simple for him, if someone asked for your advice, you could give, but you shouldn’t let it affect you so much.

“Easier said than done.” You replied your back leaning on the car and looking at the sky in hopes a solution would fall from there, or maybe a lightning would strike you.

You knew he was right, you were too into their problems and it wasn’t making you any good. But you couldn’t help yourself but try to solve everything, you just wanted them well and happy.

Daryl was quiet now, there was other thing he wanted to talk to you about, but it was annoying him so much that he thought he would burst at any moment and the last thing he wanted was to fight with you, but you were asking for it.

Instead, he shoved his hands on his pocket and took a cloth that wrapped something. He opened it and extended his arm in your direction. “Eat.”

You looked down and saw some of the fruits he distributed around your temporary camp. “I already ate.”

“Ya know I hate lies, don’t ya?” He asked and he didn’t even expected an answer you knew it. “And it isn’t a harmless one.”

“How can you even know?” He gave you that look that said ‘I always know.’ and you just rolled your eyes impatiently. Normally, you were the one putting some sense into Daryl and not the opposite. “We’re low on food, I’m worried the baby don’t get enough nutrients to grow healthy.”

“If there’s a little for each of us, you eat your ratio. I’ve been watching you for days and today I knew for sure that you aren’t eating.” You thought about making a joke, but you knew he was really holding to not outburst on you just like you did with Rick. “I always give a bigger portion to her, because of the baby, Carol too. So stop depriving yourself of eating.”

“I’m not hungry.” As soon as you finished saying your stomach betrayed you rumbling as loud as possible.

“Eat. Am I going to need to feed ya so ya eat something?” He rolled his eyes as soon as he heard your stomach complaining.

“Would you?” You raised an eyebrow teasing him.

“If you didn’t have your hands, yes, but this isn’t the case. Start eating. Now.” He commanded his arm still in front of you with the fruits.

“Ok, dad.” You mocked him. In moments like this he thought he had really spoiled you, you were so carefree about joking with him, and at the same time he thought that maybe you were changing him.

You took the cloth with the fruits from his hand and started to eat, his gaze never leaving you. “From now on, we’re going to eat together.” You stopped munching on some to look at him a little bit annoyed. “Dun gimme this look. ‘m gonna make sure ya eating. If we run into trouble, I need ya in condition to fight and protect the group.”

“What about you? Ain’t gonna eat?” If he separated equal portions to everyone, you were probably eating his.

“I have more food in my stomach than ya had in the last week, so ya can knock yourself.” He was a little proud of himself, because if all of this were in other times he’d tell you to starve to death and throw all the fruits on you. “I ate while I was collecting, those ones I kept in case ya didn’t eat. Again.”

You continue to munch on your humble meal savoring all sorts of flavors this fruits had, but that your organism was very thankful you were finally eating. While you ate you hummed some song you didn’t even know and would pout while chewing it all. Daryl couldn’t take his eyes of you, he was angry at you some minutes prior and now he felt like he wanted to kiss your pout and feed you the fruits. You had this power over him.

“What are you looking at?” You asked when you noticed he was staring.

‘Ya being adorable.’, he thought. He cleared his throat and said instead, “Ya need to stop caring too much about the others and start caring about yerself. I admire yer altruism, but ya’re important too.”

“I’ll eat from now on.” Suddenly the cloth in your hand was very interesting. “I’m sorry, didn’t want to worry you.”

He walked till he was in front of you, sometimes you forgot how tall he was and how small you felt close to him. It could scare you in the past, but you always felt safe with him. “Just eat.” He caressed your head, his fingers running on your hair.

You looked at him and was surprised on how soft he could be after lecturing you about not eating. You pursed your lips and looked at him waiting for something. “What’s this?” He asked a smile almost slipping.

“Kiss me.” You pointed at your lips. He snorted and put one hand on each side of your face.

“I dunno… Dun think stubborn girls get to be kissed.” He teased, he didn’t think he would be able to deny you anything. Unless you were risking your life.

“But I did what you said. I ate everything.” You showed him the empty cloth. “Kiss me.”

“Since you were a good girl, ‘m giving you one.” He lowered his face and gave your pouted lips a peck.

“Thank you…”

“Nah, I kissed ya because I wanted to.” He mocked you.

“Not for the kiss asshole! For everything, for telling me when I’m wrong and for taking care of me…” You circled your arms around his waist.

“Ya weren’t wrong, but ya should let people solve their own problems. And ya need to eat and keep yerself healthy.” He said, his arms resting on your shoulders his hands crossing on your back. “I can’t have ya fainting or weak and becoming walker food. I need ya.”

You stared into each other eyes for what seemed like an eternity, but none of you wanted to look away. Damn, you could get lost in him. Both of you had so much to say, and you could see so many feelings into each other’s eyes. You wanted to say how much you loved and appreciated him, but it never seemed like the time. You felt as it wasn’t an issue anymore, telling him about your feelings, but you’d rather show him with your actions than voice the words.

“None of these things are going to happen to me. I’ll be here, with you.” You tiptoed and pressed your lips against his in a chaste and pure way, just to say with no words how you appreciated him.

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kallister14 · 7 months

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@pillowspace here take a thingy *slams down on table and scurries away*

(this is technically my first 2nd person/reader fic, so uhh hopefully it’s not too bad):

You’ve been running yourself ragged with your daycare duties lately. It’s the… seventh loop? Maybe. You’re not sure. All you know is that you’re getting nowhere in your search for the cause of the time loops, spending your nights sleeplessly jotting ideas down in your notebook - though you know you’ll have to rewrite everything next time.

You don’t know how much longer you can take it.

“Y/N? Are you alright?”

You flinch hard, snapping your head up from where it laid on the desk. Above you towers Sun, patiently waiting for an answer behind the computer, fidgeting anxiously with the ribbons on his wrists.

“Me? Oh! Oh yeah, I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.”

Sun deflates a bit. “You don’t… seem fine. Normally you leave by now but you’ve had your head down for quite a while. Did you get enough sleep last night?” “Isn’t that Moon’s catchphrase?” you ask, cocking your head.

“You make it hard to resist,” he replied, chuckling nervously.

“Well I did, so again, no reason to worry. I’ll be out of your… er, rays in no time.” Sun flinches, holding his hands out to shake them in denial. “Nonono! I’m not trying to get rid of you, promise! I’m just worried - me and Moon both!”

He leans over the desk to get a better look at you - horrible bags under your eyes, shirt buttoned incorrectly, and a disgruntled, slightly annoyed expression on your face. You quickly change it to a smile, shaking your head.

“I’m telling you it’s fine, Sun. And you’re right - I should probably get going now. See you tomorrow.”

“S-See you tomorrow…”

You smile more genuinely and stand up to grab your bag from the side desk, slinging it over your shoulder and signing off of the computer before walking over to the large double-doors. You place your hand on the handles just as you feel a light touch on your arm - a cold, hard touch.

Like metal.

You jerk away immediately, wildly swinging your bag around to hit your attacker directly in the neck, knocking his head loose and sending his faceplate spinning wildly. The sound of your feet pounding against the ground fills your ears as you follow your escape route as fast as you can. He'll take a bit of time - though not much - to connect to the wire, so the second-floor exit should work best.

You’re halfway up the staircase when you come to an abrupt stop, glancing up frantically at the bright lights illuminating your path. You whip your head around to see Sun sprawled out on the ground, his rays still spinning from the impact, his eyes already dim.

Your breath hitches. You practically leap down the stairs to rush to his side, kneeling at his side to inspect his faceplate. You can hear your heart pounding heavily as you carefully turn his head from side to side. As expected: the collision had ripped multiple wires and loosened the screws at the base of his neck. It was an easy fix, but it would leave the attendant immobilized for a while.

You stand up, stumbling over to the computers. You quickly log back in to file a report to Parts & Services, describing the wreckage in a brief summary before immediately logging back out. Stepping carefully over Sun’s body, you approach the double doors, where you left your bag. You pick it up, turning to glance back at your fallen friend. Your hands are still shaking - your breath hasn’t entirely calmed down yet.

You hurry out of the daycare, still listening to the pounding of your heart and the anxious taps of your feet on the floor.

Hopefully you'll catch yourself from hurting them next time.

#i am thinking. not comprehensively. but I’m thinking.#i thought y/n having a notebook of ideas would be pretty funn #considering they'd have to write down everything they learn all over again at the beginning of each loop #it's especially fun when you consider how many traumatizing memories they'd force themselves to recall #just to try to remember details that could help them #time loop #timeloop au #dca au #fnaf dca au #dca fic #my fic #my fic post

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din-miller · 7 months

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Heyoooo! I’m not sure if you take requests, or if this is where your supposed to ask, it’s my first time doing so :’)

BUT

If you do, I was wondering if you could maybe wright an angsty fic, could be platonic or romantic, idm, but after a mission the reader dies similar to how aunt may dies in Spider-Man. Like, everybody gets out alive after a mission, and they’re about to head back on the ship r somthin and then BOOM, the reader falls. They don’t know the are dying and everyone is panicking(or just one of TBB for bonus individual trauma) then after a few, they die. One minute TBB have it all, the next, their world shattered.

Ofc your free to change as much as you want up, and you really don’t have to do it if you don’t want to, it’s just a prompt I’ve been thinking about. Personally its just been nagging me for a while and I love your writing, and would really love to see it done (we all love some heavy angst, no?)

Again, if you don’t want to that’s perfectly fine, just thought I could ask <333

Hello dear, sorry this took so long.

Full disclosure, I’ve never seen Spider-Man. I watched a few videos on YouTube. Both for the movie and the video game not knowing which death of Aunt May you had in mind. Thankfully you provided enough details in the request which helped me hugely!

Thank you for your love and support. It means the world to me ❤️

(Ps. You didn’t mention if you wanted the reader to have a specific pronoun so I’ve chosen to use she/her as the readers pronouns)

Go Peacefully, It’s Okay

Pairing: The Bad Batch + f!reader

Word count: 2.4k

Warning: Character death, blood mentioned, female reader, fun sibling dynamics THEN hurt with not a drop of comfort to be found, platonic relationships, use of mando’a (translation at the end)

Sometimes everything you hold dear to your heart, can slip out of your fingertips without out a cause, without a warning, without an explanation

“Remind me when we get back to Ord Mantell, to tell Sid that being hunted by an unknown animal was not in the job description.” Tech grumbled, re-gaining his balance after tripping over a root hidden in the soil.

You laughed, dodging another tree branch as you raced past him, “I wasn’t aware Sid was handing out job descriptions.”

“It’s probably for the best that she doesn’t, we’d be broke if she did,” Hunter pointed out, “If you haven’t noticed, her missions are getting more dangerous lately.”

“Oh, come on, they’re not all bad,” You flinched when the creatures let out a loud roar, “See, even they’re agreeing with me.”

Your commlink beeped, Crosshair’s voice coming through the speaker, “Take the next left, you should be able to lose them in the tall grass.”

“Lose them?” Echo smirked, enjoying this more than he probably should as he jumped over a fallen log, dodging the sharp claws trying to shred his prosthetic leg into pieces, “The fun’s just getting started!”

“You can say that again!” Wrecker cheered, running beside you; Omega balanced on his shoulders, shooting her bow in hopes that it’ll slow the animal chasing them down.

“Has anyone found their weak spot yet?”

Of course nothing is ever simple with the Batch. The creature's skin ricochet any blaster fire and for the first time in history, Wrecker didn’t pack any explosives. Something he’s still evidently mad about as he complained very loudly: “No need for explosives, Tech said. It’s a peaceful planet, Tech said.”

“It was peaceful until you decided to awaken the den, Wrecker.” Tech pointed out, dodging another pounce from the creature behind him, “This plan isn’t working.”

“Crosshair, I thought you said we’d lose them in the tall grass, not attract more!” Echo growled, annoyed as his prosthetics creaked loudly, “You’ll be in charge of oiling my prosthetics when we get back.”

You let out a snort, because that'll be a sight to behold. The others laughed when all Crosshair replied with was a sneer. With a fond roll of your eyes, you opened your comm link, “I have an idea.”

“If past experiences have proven anything, those words have never been followed by anything good.” Typically Tech response.

“You got a better idea?” You asked, a tad judgemental, “Just trust me, okay. Hunter, grab Omega and run. All of you, out of the grass.”

“Copy,” Echo turned to brothers, “Race you to the ship, last one takes first watch tonight.”

Hunter’s helmet is focused on you and you know underneath it he’s giving you a pleading look to not do anything stupid. You just waved him away in response.

“I’ll be right behind you.” You promised and drew your blaster. He sighed and took off with Omega at his side.

As promised, you followed. Albeit a little further behind them as you shoot at the ground again and again, the blaster shot hot enough for the dry grass to catch on fire, forming a wall of flames that prevent the creatures from continuing their attack. As the fire builds and they begin to retreat, you let out a breath of relief. Then, with a huge grin, you threw your hands in the air, ”Victory!”

“Parjir!” Wrecker cheered, high-fiving the youngest Batch. The kid giggled and gave a cheer herself.

Hunter shook his head at them, but you can see the tiniest hint of a smile pulling at the corner of his lips. The smile disappeared as quickly as it came, your name falling from his lips: “Behind you!”

Before you could turn around, your body is slammed to the ground. A vicious snarl came from right behind your ear and you winced at the loudness of it. You twisted your body and grabbed the blaster off of your belt. In the distance the boys are calling your name and without sparing a second thought you started firing into the creature's stomach, taking no pleasure in the pained screams it let out.

You laid your head back against the ground and tried your best not to gag at the smell and warmth of the blood seeping into your clothes. A second barely passed before a pair of hands pushed the animal off of you, “You okay?”

“Yeah, I’m good,” You answered, letting Tech help you up, “Thank you.”

“Next time please eliminate all threats before celebrating.”

“I’ll make sure to triple check my surroundings.” You promised, brushing off the dirt clinging to your pants.

“That would be suffice, thank you.” He said dryly and you chuckled in response, amused with his way of speech.

While Hunter started checking Omega over for any injuries, you pulled Wrecker toward you to do the same. The biggest clone willingly allowed you to poke and prod at various body parts and he doesn’t even complain when you checked a second time despite knowing that other than a bruise or two, he’s fine.

“Your turn,” Wrecker gestured for you to turn around, but before he could begin his check, Hunter called for everyone to grab their packs and start moving out. Wrecker clapped his hands together with a giant grin, “Finally! The heat is killing me! I guess I’ll check you over once we’re back on the Marauder.”

“I’d expect nothing less.” You patted Wrecker’s shoulder and followed him to where the others started preparing for the trip.

You begin the journey back to the ship at Wrecker’s side but the longer you walked, the slower your pace became and eventually you fell behind. The fire is still roaring behind you, the warmth of it faint against your back and despite having felt like you’ve travelled miles, you're not even halfway back to the ship yet.

Echo slowed down to match your pace, arm brushing against yours, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, Echo. I think the adrenaline is starting to wear off, that's all.”

“Should I get Tech? He’ll probably have a stim shot.”

“No, there’s no need to bother him. I just need a sec-,” A sharp spasm rippled down your back, the force of it knocking you over, your legs giving out from underneath you.

Echo caught you, his arm wrapping around your waist and you leaned into his embrace, head crashing onto his shoulder. Echo lowered both of you to the ground, “Help, we need help!”

Hunter dropped down beside you, helmet placed on the ground as his eyes scanned over your body, looking for injuries, but he can’t tell if the blood is yours or the creatures, “Echo, what happened?”

“I don’t know, we were talking and then she collapsed.”

“Collapsed?” Wrecker appeared beside Hunter, helmet also off, his brows knitted together, “Is she okay?”

You know what he’s thinking, it’s written across his face. He should have checked you over earlier and you know very well that thoughts like those never lead anywhere good, so you grabbed his hand and gave it a gentle squeeze, “I’m okay, Wrecker. I just need a second.”

“We don’t have time for this,” Crosshair huffed impatiently. He’s out of your line of sight but you know he’s scowling, “Get up.”

“We have time to let her catch her breath,” Hunter surveyed the burning grass. The fire is steady and far enough that it wouldn’t hurt to sit for a few seconds, “When we get back to the ship, Tech is going to check you over, okay?”

Tech eyed the flames with caution, “For once I find myself agreeing with Crosshair. We don’t know what other animals the noise and fire might draw. We shouldn't stay here. It’ll be best to let Wrecker carry her to the ship.”

“First cardio, now a full upper body workout! It’s shaping up to be a good day after all.” Wrecker joked, but he couldn’t hide the anxiety that lingered in his words as he waited for Hunter’s permission.

Hunter nodded and moved out of the way, “Thanks Wrecker.”

“I got ya, ner vod.” Wrecker scooped you up, shifting you in his arms to get a better grip, only before he could find one comfortable enough for the both of you, he froze, his hold on you loosening until you were set back down carefully.

“Wrecker?”

“I-, she’s…,” He stuttered, taking several steps away from you until his back collided with a tree behind him. His eyes desperately searched for his brother, “Tech, she’s… oh maker, please no.”

You frowned, confused at his sudden behaviour. Tech seemed equally confused but he must have seen something in Wrecker's expression that you hadn’t, because suddenly he’s digging through his pack, searching for something of importance judging by the urgency of his movements.

You turned back to Hunter, “What’s wrong? What’s Tech doing?”

“I don’t know, but I’m sure everything is fine.” Hunter reassured, returning to his previous place beside you. His hand slipped under your shirt, fingers deftly prodding at your side until they stopped at the bottom of your rib cage, then he’s applying pressure against your skin, cursing as he yelled for his brother to hurry.

Echo grabbed his pack, emptying the contents carelessly onto the ground before lifting your head up and placing the pack on the ground as a cushion for you, “Just relax, everything is okay, you’re okay.”

Tiny footsteps made their way to where you’re laying and Hunter held up his hand, stopping Omega from coming any closer. He doesn’t take his eyes off of her but his words are directed at his older brother, “Echo, take Omega to the ship.”

“No,” Omega fought the hand that grabbed her arm, shoving Echo back, “What's going on? Why aren’t we moving?”

She looked at you, anxiously awaiting an answer and you're quick to reassure the small girl, “Need a sec’, I prob’ly inhaled too much smoke.”

Realising that she isn’t going to go willingly to the Marauder, Hunter sighed, “Omega, go check on Wrecker. That’s an order, kid.”

Omega pressed her lips together and for a second you thought she was about to argue but instead she listened and went to check on Wrecker. The bigger clone’s sat on the ground, head between his legs, but he welcomed Omega into his arms when she hugged him in an attempt to calm him down.

Hunter cocked his head towards the two, “Echo, keep an eye on them.”

“Yes, sir,” Echo stood up and laid a hand on Hunter's shoulder, his voice lowering to a whisper, “Take care of her, vod.”

Tech took Echo's place, a scanner held over your body and he adjusted his goggles in the way he does when something isn’t looking good. The muscle in his jaw twitched before he turned the scanners screen to Hunter.

You tore your eyes away from them and tilted your head back to watch as the fire curled up into the dawn sky. Red and oranges mix with the pale pascals, and the stars, so bright from here, so familiar, blur with every breath you take. You can’t help but let your eyes drift shut.

“Don’t do that,” Crosshair hissed, “Keep your eyes open.”

You blinked them back open and you’re a little surprised to see Crosshair kneeling down beside you, his hand reaching out to gently cup your cheek. When your eyes met his, the corner of his mouth turned up, “Good, keep your eyes on me.”

“Crosshair?” You leaned into his hand, seeking the comfort he’s providing despite his usual nature, “Why aren’t we movin’? Is someone hurt?”

“No, everything is okay,” Crosshair replied, but it’s through clenched teeth. Something he only does when he’s having to say something he doesn’t fully believe and/or agree with. He positioned himself criss-crossed above you and lifted your head, replacing Echo’s pack with his lap, “We’re just taking a break.”

Right, a break. A second to relax and catch your breath, that’s what you needed. You closed your eyes, even though you're pretty sure someone just told you not to, but there’s a heavy fog clouding your mind and you can’t remember who it was.

“I said to keep them open.” Crosshair, right, that’s who said it. The man who’s currently demanding you to look at him.

“Crosshair, keep her awake.”

You're able to open your eyes enough to watch as the sniper glared at Tech, “What do you think I’m trying to do?”

Hunter’s fingers threaded through yours, “You can’t fall asleep, cyar’ika, okay? Hey, look at me, let me see those pretty eyes.”

The fading sun is too bright and your vision struggles to focus but you listened to his words and for that he gave you the softest smile, “There you are.”

“Wrec’ ok’?”

“He’s okay. We’re all okay. You just take another second to relax and don’t worry about anything, we have you.” Hunter pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Echo rubbed the back of his neck, looking anywhere but at his Sergeant, “You have to tell her, Hunter. You have to let her say goodbye.”

You want to ask what he means. Who’s saying goodbye by who. You want to ask why he looks so sorrowful, but your body doesn’t seem to want to cooperate and your voice only comes out in weak gasps.

“Move,” Tech ordered Crosshair, taking his position to support your body up against his chest, helping the air fill your lungs, “Deep breaths, nice and slow.”

You tried to match Tech’s breathing, the strength in his inhale and the sturdiness in the exhale, but your lungs start to fail you as your breathing became weaker, your grip loosened but Hunter doesn’t let go. Not even when your eyes drift shut for the final time and your chest stills.

Hunter lowered his head, pressing his forehead to yours as he whispered a promise: “Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum.”

“Hunter?”

“Kid-,” Crosshair reached out for Omega, not sure if he was trying to comfort and protect her or hell, maybe even himself, as she dropped to her knees beside your body. It took everything in him to not walk away, far from here, but she needs him. His brothers need him.

They all watched helplessly as Omega finally noticed the blood pooling around your body, “She's bleeding! Tech, why are you just sitting there?! Help her!”

“I’m afraid there’s nothing I can do, Omega. The wound was too deep, she was losing too much blood. I’m… I’m sorry.”

“No, I don’t believe that. There has to be something we can do!” She pressed her tiny hands against the wound while she begged through tears: “Wake up! Talk to me, say something, anything! Please, open your eyes!”

“Ad’ika, she’s gone,” Hunter swallowed around the lump in his throat, his lower lip quivered when he pulled the small clone into his arms, “She’s gone.”

Mando’a translation

Parjir. – Victory

Ner vod – My sister

Cyar’ika – darling/sweetheart

Ni su'cuyi, gar kyr'adyc, ni partayli, gar darasuum – Daily remembrance of those passed on *I'm still alive, but you are dead. I remember you, so you are eternal.*

Ad’ika – Little one

#the bad batch #tbb hunter #tbb wrecker #tbb crosshair #tbb tech #tbb echo #tbb omega #tbb x platonic reader #justice joy writes #tw: character death

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lightwise · 1 month

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TBB S3 E11 Reaction

I’ve watched this episode multiple times already but honestly it doesn’t get any easier. Here we go I guess 😩

- This droid guy looks like the one from episode 4. They’re kinda cute

- The return of Mel! (And Phee 😁)

- Both of them are in a mood 😆. What trip did they just get back from to make them so cranky? Love the throwback to Skara Nall too.

- Noooo not CX-2 😭

- He’s a sneaky boi

- I knew that Phee would inadvertently be how the coordinates to Pabu would be found 🥺🥺

- I’m just now noticing that the back office is playing music and that’s probably why Phee can’t hear the alarm go off. That is hilarious and also very frustrating 😅

- Of course the droid thinks it caused the alarm somehow

- There’s no way downloading someone’s flight log goes that quickly but okay

- Ooooh my girl knows something is up! Her spidey pirate senses are going off. Aghhhh if only she had been a second sooner!!

- If CX-2 ISN’T Tech there is zero reason why he would have stayed behind to watch Phee leave before he snuck off. Also how is he so incredible at hacking into and decoding things 👀

- Ugh I just want a show of Phee and Mel adventures around the galaxy!

- Why is his ship so freaking cool. These maps are incredible.

- Reallyyyy wanna get CX-2’s helmet off 😭

- Aw Pabu is so beautiful in the sunset

- Ha! I knew the boys would try to leave after Ventress warned them it was too dangerous to stay on Pabu. Hunter might be slow sometimes but he’s not completely stupid guys

- Aw poor Wrecker just wants an ice cream

- Crosshair shakes his head at him 🤣

- The little clone cadets outfits are so cool!!!

- Not going to lie, the first time I watched this was the closest I had cried all season. Tech’s goggles and Lula being placed in the Archium is so heartbreakingly fitting 💔

- Wrecker and Gonky banter 🤩🤩🤩 Gonk is such a part of the family I love it soooo much

- Okay seriously how is CX-2 able to both know he’s tripped a proximity sensor AND turn it off?? Come on

- I just realized how he knows where the cave is too. If he tracked Phee’s flight log it must have shown exactly where she normally landed

- Ugh that gold and purple is just too beautiful. Can Pabu be a real place that I can go to?

- Hunter’s spidey senses are also on alert. And I love how close he and Crosshair are again, their pre-Order 66 bond has been restored and is even deeper. Crosshair is attuned to when Hunter’s senses go off. And their helmets sitting together on the cart is so cute 🥹

- No NO no NOOO Nooooo. This moment was ruined by the Star Wars marketing team so it honestly didn’t hit as hard as it would have otherwise, but 😭😭😭. RIP Marauder. You will live on in our imagination

- I still can’t believe that they somehow heard our outcry about what would happen to Gonky, Lula, and Tech’s goggles if they blew up the Marauder, and decided to save EXACTLY those three things 🤣 (and Wrecker. So glad Wrecker is “relatively” okay, poor boy)

- Hunter’s slooow helmet turn until we see the starship above the island. Phew. And the Imperial March coming in.

- Omega comforting Batcher 😭😭😭

- Having LAATs swoop down into a town like that would be terrifying

- Man, where’s Maarva when you need her. Fuck the Empire

- “Search every domicile until you find her” is going to go down in Star Wars quote history

- I was genuinely afraid they were going to burn the whole island

- I’m sorry but I just can’t take the backpack clips on CX-2 seriously

- Batcher baby no! (Also genuinely thought we were going to lose her for a second)

- Damn Hunter. Nothing makes him shine like hand to hand combat and other things 🥵

- He’s never been hotter honestly

- Alright how in the world is CX-2 so good at *everything*. I’m honestly getting a little annoyed at it.

- Crosshair’s face 😭💔😭 he’s never looked more scared and pleading than when he says his baby sister’s name

- I’m kind of surprised that they didn’t just burn down the town anyway. Either CX-2 is just trying to be super efficient/he doesn’t care past accomplishing his mission, or the Empire gets much more petty and cruel by Kenobi and Rebels

- It’s so interesting to me how touchy CX-2 is with Omega. Why all the shoulder pushes? Shoulder touches are very much a form of affection and communication among clones. Has that impulse in him just been turned to violence?

- Sooo…we basically will never get wet hair Hunter 🤣🤣🤣 I’ll take this much dripping and cute Batcher scratches compensation though

- Okay. I’m just going to say it. The way they chose to have Crosshair miss the tracking device was so disappointing to me. Not the fact that he missed, but how he missed. Having him be distracted and fend for his life and be late for the shot was great. But I wish they had brought his hand tremble into play here as the main mechanism behind why he missed. They’ve been building that up all season and it would have made perfect sense. Instead he rushes and like trips and just shoots too early? So out of character. I didn’t like it and still don’t :(

- Welp, Omega seems to be less worried than we are. We’re in the end game now folks 😳 this music is awesome too

#the bad batch #tbb #tbb spoilers #the bad batch spoilers

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kirislovelygf · 1 year

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you don’t know my name (kiri sully x fem! reader)

contents: slight flirting, fluff, jealousy, crushing, modern music, you and spider are frenemies??, wlw, gay girlies

wrd count: 1.9k

‧͙⁺˚*･༓ ♥

y/n had been pining for kiri since they met when they were kids. she loved everything about her.

her curiosity, her compassion, her hair.

loves her hair.

and not a day went by where y/n didn’t compliment it.

like today, when y/n went to visit her while she was with her siblings.

she stepped into the tent and said hi to everyone before sitting beside kiri.

“your hair looks so shiny and nice today, kiri.” she said sweetly.

kiri looks up from the armband she’s making and smiled.

“that’s a new one. what was it last week? her hair was soft?” neteyam teased from his corner.

“shut up.” she muttered. he laughs and continues to sharpen his knife with tuk watching with immense interest for some reason.

she turns to kiri. “ignore him. he’s jealous because he can’t find a girlfriend.” kiri mutters.

the girls chuckle quietly before y/n looks down at the armband kiri was making.

“who’s this for? the one you have is pretty.” she said.

“oh, it’s not for me. it’s for… it’s a gift.” she said nervously.

y/n nods and looks at it again. “it’s pretty.”

kiri nods. what y/n didn’t know was that she was making it for her.

it was a gift for y/n.

before y/n can ask something else, lo’ak walks in with spider.

y/n glared as the human boy smiled at kiri.

“hey, you guys wanna head to the lab?” lo’ak asked.

“uh, why?” kiri asks.

he shrugs. “i’m bored. i need to get away from dad anyways.”

“alright.”

“i’ll go.” y/n shrugged.

“ugh, do you have to?” spider grumbled.

y/n hissed at him and he hissed back. kiri slaps her arm to get her to stop.

“ow, kiri!” she whined.

“stop!”

she huffed and glared at spider again. he just makes a face at her and stays next to lo’ak.

“whatever. we goin’ or not?” lo’ak says.

no one really knows when this rivalry between spider and y/n started, and neither do they.

i do though, because i’m the narrator.

it all started when they were kids, like eight years old, and they were playing in the sully’s old home in the forest and not in the hallelujah mountains.

y/n had picked a flower and wanted to give it to kiri but when she went to do so, spider had beaten her to it and gave her a flower just like the one y/n had.

ever since then, they’ve been endlessly petty and annoying, trying to one up each other with one common goal.

kiri’s love.

well, they’re both idiots and kiri thinks so too.

the kids, except for neteyam and tuk, ventured through the forest to the lab where the humans worked and lived.

they arrived at the lab that was brightly lit with white and blue. y/n always loved seeing the human inventions and learning about them.

and learning about devices from hundreds of years ago.

as they walked in, they took their masks with their air and put them up to their faces while spider took his off completely.

some scientists were walking around and they greeted the kids briefly before returning to their work.

kiri walked over to where her mother’s avatar was held. she sighed and placed both hands on the glass.

she stared at her mother, smiling, before turning to a computer to watch her video logs.

she found a video log and watched her mother talk about her research of pandora and the animals that live in the forest, how fascinated she was with everyday she learned more.

y/n, spider, and lo’ak find her after she had wandered away. spider leans against the glass that contained kiri’s mom, looking at kiri.

y/n takes notice and glances up at lo’ak. he rolls his eyes, he hates this jealousy thing between them.

he doesn’t understand how two people can hate each other this much over a girl.

i’ll never be obsessed with a girl like they are, he thought.

y/n glared at spider as she went to kiri’s side. her glare quickly turned to a smile when she put her hand on kiri’s shoulder.

“she is very beautiful.” she said quietly.

“yeah, she is.” kiri sighed. she looks up at the girl with a soft smile.

“what else did she talk about? like, here, she talks about the animals. what else?” she asked.

“oh, she talked about our culture a lot. i’ll have to find them. she was so passionate about us. it’s what i love most about her.” kiri said as she looked back at the screen to find another log.

as kiri is searching, max walks up to the little group. “hey, kids.”

“hello!” y/n smiled.

“‘sup max?” lo’ak greets.

“i got something cool i wanna show you guys. come on.” he said. he waved his hand, signaling for them to follow and the kids did so.  the kids look at each other and then follow max to another part of the lab.

they enter another glass room with lab equipment on the counters. y/n found a skinny chair and plopped in it. the chair immediately went down because of how much bigger she was than a human.

she looked at the counter and max had picked up a cd player and placed it there.

“we recovered this in storage and fixed it up, so now you can mess with it. there’s still thousands of songs on it.” he said.

“what is it?” y/n asked, getting up from the spinny chair.

“a cd player. humans used this hundreds of years ago to listen to music. you’d just eject the thingy..” he presses a button and the idk holder slowly pulls out.

y/n watched in amazement as he takes a disk and placed it in the disk holder. he pressed a few more buttons before a low static emitted from the player.

it then started to play an old but popular tune.

the opening notes of “you don’t know my name” by alicia keys played.

y/n’s ears perked up at the sound. kiri takes notice and her heart pounds. she always found it adorable.

whenever y/n would see or notice something interesting, her ears go up and she would think it’s the cutest ever.

“whoaa..” she gasped.

“who’s singing? what’s her name?” kiri asked.

“oh, it’s uh.. alicia keys.” max says. he did a bit of research beforehand on the artists and the cds.

“alicia.. nice.” lo’ak mutters.

“her voice is amazing!” y/n said.

“i’ve heard better.” spider shrugs. y/n turns to look at him. she glared daggers at him but he just rolled his eyes and went to lean against the wall beside lo’ak.

y/n sighs and turns her attention to the music again.

“who’s she singing about? and why don’t they know her name?” lo’ak asked while chuckling.

“the song’s about alicia liking a boy and wants him to notice her but he doesn’t even acknowledge her, and doesn’t know her name.” max explained.

“oohhh..” kiri and lo’ak dragged.

“this is my new favorite song.” y/n smiled as she looked up at kiri.

“I bet she was hot.” lo’ak says.

“ugh. you’re such a boy.” kiri groaned.

lo’ak gasps dramatically. “oh my gosh, kiri, maybe, and hear me out… maybe it’s because i am one.”

y/n laughs at his response while kiri rolls her eyes.

“figured out the big secret guys.” he held his hands out like it was the biggest discovery on pandora.

max laughs. “and i have other ones if you wanna listen to them after this song.” max goes over to a cardboard box and pulls out a dusty old binder.

he places it on the counter next to the cd player and opens it up.

the pages were holders for cds and there were more by alicia keys and other artists of other genres.

“oouuhh..” y/n stands next to him and watches as he flips through.

as he did, she raised her oxygen mask up to her mouth and took a breath.

“there’s mariah carey, mary j. blige, snoh aalegra, uhh.. some of the newer ones like steve lacy, kali uchis, uhh.. s.. za?”

“why did humans have names with just a couple letters that don’t even go together?” y/n asked.

“i don’t know. but she made some very good songs. feel free to play those and listen.” he sighs out.

“hmm.. okay.” y/n mutters.

spider walks over as max leaves the room.

“you guys better not fight over what music we can play.” kiri scolded.

“i won’t start if he doesn’t.” y/n mumbled.

she looks at the girl and kiri’s giving a nasty glare. y/n’s ears drooped in fear and she shrugged.

“okay. fine.” she said quickly. kiri nods and her and her brother begin to mess around with the buttons on the cd player.

they play more music, discovering different genres and talking about which ones were their favorites.

lo’ak loved hip hip and r&b the most, and so did y/n. but she also liked pop music.

kiri discovered indie pop from one artist, lana del ray.

spider liked all of them except for country. none of them really liked the country music.

as spider and y/n were arguing over what they wanted to play next, tuk and neteyam came up to the room.

“hi!! oouu, what’s that?” tuk greeted.

“hey, it’s dinner time. we have to get home.” neteyam said as he stood on the outside of the doorway.

“hey, neteyam. look at this. it plays human music.” kiri told him.

“yep. great. i’m starving. so let’s go.” he said in a bland tone.

kiri rolls her eyes and looks back at the arguing besties.

“will you two stop? ugh, you give me a headache.” she snapped.

“it’s not my fault all he wants to play is trash.” y/n grumbled.

as she turned around to walk away, spider picked up a cd disk and was about to chuck it at y/n’s head but lo’ak caught his wrist.

“she’ll kill you, bro. just stop.” he muttered. spider snatched his wrist back and put the cd into It’s pocket in the binder.

the kids said their goodbyes and went back home to eat dinner.

they arrived at the village just before eclipse and y/n said her goodbyes so she could eat with her own family.

“i had fun today. bye, kiri.” she sighed as the rest of the kids went into the tent.

“me too. but wait, you and spider really need to get along. why do you guys hate each other anyway?” she asked y/n.

y/n’s heart drops ten feet. she turns to face kiri with a shy smile.

“uhh.. it’s stupid, i mean.. i don’t even remember.” she shrugged.

“seriously? then why can’t you put your differences aside?”

“because he’s so annoying. he gets on my nerves all the time.” she complained.

kiri sighs and takes y/n’s hands. “promise me you’ll try to get along with him. so we can all hang out together.”

y/n looks at kiri’s hands and then up at her.

“okay. promise.” she nodded.

this girl had fallen hard for kiri.

surely, the next day, y/n was her nicest to spider, even after all the annoying things he said or did.

“why are you being so nice to me?” he asked as their group were waking through the forest back to the lab.

y/n shrugs. “i just got tired of the arguing.”

spider eyes her suspiciously. “..m’kay..”

she smiled at him and then went to catch up with kiri.

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Worth the Mess Ch. 1

...Tada! :'D I've decided to make that "Odysseus gives baby Telemachus a lemon" fanfic split into chapters instead! As it'll probably be around 25,000 words if I keep doing what I do. Anyways! It's fluffy and self-indulgent as hell and I had fun! :D Hope y'all like it! I will say it's more ODYSSEY INSPIRED as I got really indulgent. I keep to mostly everything but I also have a shitton of fun. Warnings: Vomiting as Penelope has magic food poisoning, Penelope is also a young mom and they're both parents so that'll come more eventually. Words: 6000+ Shout out to all my lovely friends for helping out and being so amazing! I love you all so much!!!

Odysseus looked at the pile of flowers he had in his hand, then back to the single bloom held in the other. A light blue, mostly small buds that have yet to open. Looking at the bundle, one side had more white than the rest and decided that’s where the new one should be placed. That’s what his father always told him. Something about the colors. He gently tucked it among the rest, careful of the petals.

The wind suddenly picked up, whistling past his ears and causing some strands of his hair that weren’t being held in it’s tie to blow in his face. He pulled his purple cloak tighter around him and waited for it to pass. A curl caught on his lip, annoying him. As the chill stopped, he pushed the hair back behind his ear.

He looked at the pitiful bundle of flowers in his hands, making sure none were lost. It had only just become spring and he had to make do with what he could find. His collection had started earlier that day as he walked around the markets. A few blooms taken from there as well.

Odysseus scratched as his shoulder, all the while searching once more against the plants for more to pick. Sharp gray eyes spotted a little white one with two flowers on the stem and he reached for it.

He shifted his knees beneath him as he leaned forward and winced as the sharp gravel underneath stabbed at them. Squatting now, he grumbled and brushed the jagged pebbles that still stuck to his skin. He knew he didn’t need to do this himself. He was a king; he didn’t have to do anything he did not want to.

…He reached again.

Despite his strength, the smooth stem simply slipped through his grasp. Trying again, he gritted his teeth and pulled at the deeply rooted flower. Realizing that it would not budge, he took the small dagger he had with him and pressed his thumb against it, the stem in between.

A smooth cut. Too smooth, as he then felt a sting of pain and a yelp burst from him as he pressed too hard and moved too quickly. Having dropped the dagger and the flower, he hissed as he pressed his now bleeding thumb to the red outer skirt he was wearing.

A long tongue licked at his cheek. He laughed and leaned away from Argo's cold little puffs as he sniffed around his face. “I’m fine, boy. Your master is just not using his head at the moment.”

Argos made a noise that sounded like a sneeze before shoving his head under Odysseus’ arm for pets. The king smiled as he watched his dog’s tail wag when he started to scratch behind his ears. His fur soft and sleek under his fingers.

Good boy.

It was only the two of them right now, having sent the slaves that came with him away with a nice oak log that he planned to use for carving. He also wished to meet the naiads by himself, especially as this was a more personal visit.

He looked at the cut on his thumb, and was thankful it no longer oozed blood. If Penelope were here it would be completely healed, leaving no trace of his mistake… He huffed. For now just be happy you didn’t slice your thumb off… She’s resting now and that’s what she needs, he thought.

At least now he could use both hands to scratch both his dog’s ears. Argos’ eyes closing and letting out a low content sound and leaning against Odysseus who turned his head towards the palace where his love remained.

They usually went together while doing the rounds about their properties, as queen and king. Their palace watched over by his parents during their absence. Sometimes their son in their arms or strapped against them if they only planned to walk. Looking over their orchards, pastures, going on a hunt, a run, a swim, visiting friends…

It was strange how ever since they met his mind was filled with thoughts of “Oh, she’d like this.” and “I’ll have to tell Penelope this later.” Being separated made him feel like he only had half his mind. Functioning like a dull carving knife would; usable but needed more effort to make something out of it. Even now he was picking flowers for her. Seashells he found on the shore and bought at the market today clinking in a pouch at his hip. Stories brewing in his head to tell her… It would’ve been better if he could give it all to her right now.

Four days ago, his Penelope had simply gone to the river naiads, something she did often. Odysseus usually went with her as well, but there were messages and disputes to attend to so she went alone. Their son also remaining with Odysseus as well, thankfully, as the nymphs had taken down a huge catfish that day. Not an uncommon occurrence, the naiads taking matters into their own hands when they felt something was out of balance in their environment.

Odysseus was proud of her. He always was. He adored his powerful, little wife. She’s recovered so well since giving birth and he knew how much it meant to her to do what she did before. To feel like herself again.

The catfish was a beast. Three people were killed in it's rampage. While it wasn’t the largest creature Penelope has fought, as in Sparta there was more space, it was still longer than he was tall and it’s mouth could swallow his waist, making it even larger than her in comparison. It also had sharp, thin teeth unlike the usually gummy toothless maw catfish were known for. And as water nymphs do, they ate their kill in victory.

Penelope was the one to deal the final blow to it’s skull, using the rivers current to force the beast hard into a dead tree that fell over the the water. Letting the sharp branches do the job for her rather than her blade. Her victory meant she got to take the first bite. The cheeks, her favorite.

He did not know that she was battling the beast at first so he was concerned with how late it was getting, as she usually let him know if she planned to stay the night with the nymphs. Telemachus asleep for his final nap, as they were trying to have him sleep in the night better. A messenger told him of the catfish however and that eased his worry. He knew the nymphs took care of each other.

Soon later, she leapt from the pool he had built right outside their bedroom. He smiled as he put aside the records he was looking through and went to go meet her.

What had been excitement turned to concern as he watched her, meeting her halfway. He was at first afraid she was possibly wounded. Looking at her somewhat ripped dress. As a naiad-born, she had the ability to heal with her water but he knew how stubborn she was. (Wouldn’t be the first time) While her sharp teeth gleamed with pride as she told him her story, she moved slowly and she was deathly pale. Her usually cold skin felt warm as she pulled him down to kiss his cheeks. She had even forgotten to use her ability to dry herself off, dripping water onto their floor before he reminded her. No, she wasn’t wounded, she was sick .

“I’m fine, dear Joy,” she had told him when he asked if a physician should be summoned. She smiled weakly as he guided her to their bed. With their son asleep, she thankfully didn’t argue with Odysseus about seeing him. “I’m only tired. I just had a scuffle with a beast you know. I’m more angry about that dress that got ruined…”-she shook her head only to stop when she realized it made her nauseous-“It…It was bad, but I stopped as soon as I knew there was something wrong with it and told the others. I definitely didn’t have enough of that monster to get sick from it. Telemachus gave worse stomachaches when I was pregnant.”

He shook his head, tipping her chin towards him to look him in the eye. “Darling, you’re as pale as bone-”

“I’m always pale and you always worry.”

“Penelope-”

“Odysseus,” she tossed back, smiling. When she saw his worried face, she realized this was no time for banter. She softened and kissed his palm . “I am fine … Rest will make it better, you’ll see…If I do get sick, it…it probably will be short. Definitely wasn’t cursed, as that fish was causing problems anyways. I’ll be okay.”

He couldn’t sleep. He curled around her, as they always did, and just watched. She did not face him. He rubbed her back, tracing the constellation of birthmarks and smattering of scales that were placed upon her pale skin. Their legs tangled together. The little black cat she brought from Sparta, Anthos, slept by her torso. All he could think about was his wife’s stomach rumbling and her breathing throughout the short time she was asleep. He ordered maids to be at the ready outside their room.

Strange woman, what sort of trouble did you get yourself into now?

Just as she seemed to finally get restful sleep, making him finally believe that she was right and that she was fine, she wretched his arms off her before her stomach purged itself over the side of their bed. The maids rushed in with buckets and rags as he sat beside her.

Three days. Three days of wiping her lips and face. Of wiping her body down of sweat. Of just waiting . He watched over her most of the time, others only taking over when he couldn’t. Only truly leaving to be with their son, who he gained some comfort from, and for a few bad disputes his parents needed help with. He didn’t leave the palace.

He asked for the physician. Had prayers and a goat sacrificed to both Asclepius and Hygenia. Nothing changed.

Two days in he realized this wasn’t like when she was pregnant or the occasional illness. Whatever was in that wretched fish was causing this. He asked Goddess Athena for an answer, if Penelope had truly been cursed. All she said was she would live, which gave them both relief but he was still frightened and she was still in pain.

She couldn’t even keep water down, the very thing ingrained into her very being. What she lived and breathed in. They made sure to have her dipped in the waters often, to keep her scales from peeling and to bathe her. He had to carry her to the warm bath where he and the maids would wash her. When she wasn’t throwing up, she was exhausted and slept, only to suddenly wake up and vomit once more. Since she could not consume anything, it got to the point where her body was heaving nothing until she started to cry… So dehydrated there weren’t even tears. All he could do was clean and hold her while she shivered in his arms.

“Tel…Telemachus-” she sputtered as he rinsed her neck and chest with a damp cloth. Odysseus quickly pulling his arm back as she began retching once more into the pot in front of her.

Of course, at her worst, she thinks of their son. Odysseus’ heart ached for his wife. The physician (and Lady Athena) said to ‘wait it out. Let her body get rid of the toxins’. But neither the king or queen were good at patience. And Odysseus hated feeling so helpless.

He swallowed the lump that formed in his throat as he waited for her to finish before he comforted her. “Our son is fine, I go play with him when I can. His nurses are feeding and taking care of him right now. He misses you too but you’ll be better and can see him soon.”

He gently wiped at her nose, lips, and chin with a damp rag as she gasped for breath, her hand resting upon her sternum. She shifted. He thought she needed him to move but she whined and shuffled against him. She rested her head against his shoulder and he pulled his arms around her, taking the damp rag to rest against some scales on her collarbone. He rested his chin against her sweaty head, hoping she could not see him grimace at the smell. He waited, watching Actoris replace the pot with a new one.

“Hurts…”

He bit his lip and blinked a few times but put on a smile and squeezed her. “You did just win a fight against a monster fish, love…”

She giggled and looked at him with a tired but sly grin, with some mess still on her lower lip. Gods, he loved her. “Did I really if I’m left like this?”

“Yes,” he pressed a kiss on the side of her head.

She smiled, a good sign but she still trembled against him. Then her mouth twisted and a sob came from her burning throat. “I’m so reckless…should’ve known. It had teeth, Odysseus. That’s not normal for a catfish.”

His lip curled before furrowing his brow and moving his head to look her in the eye. If he had it his way, catfish would no longer be seen on Ithaca. “None of that. The other naiads are just at fault as you are. They didn’t notice either. Aristomache is older than all of us and should’ve known better. Do you blame her? Do you blame them? ”

Penelope, already knowing what her husband was getting at, remained silent. She sniffled once and closed her eyes, exhausted. “...Do you know if they’re okay?”

He huffed, trying to keep some of the annoyance out of his voice. “They’re fine. A messenger was sent to all waterways and all the naiads are fine.”

She curled further into him, not responding. He sighed. “I’m not mad…Not at you at least,” he muttered. He used the back of his knuckle to stroke at the apple of her cheek. “Be gentle to yourself. You’ve recovered so well and are so strong…None of the others are mothers, and you’re the one who killed that thing. You’re doing better than most.”

She looked at him with those silver eyes, before looking back at her hands. His words didn’t necessarily take all those feelings away but she could admit to herself that he was right. He took that as a win regardless.

“I still feel like shit.” She grumbled before leaning over and spitting some phlegm into the new pot. He rolled his eyes at her and wiped at her face again until she reached up to touch his cheek, where dark circles sat upon. Her tired face lined with concern. “Have you…You have rested as well, yes?”

“I have,” he reassured, taking her clammy hand and kissing her wrist.

“You could take another room if you can’t rest while here.”

“I sleep in our nest with you or outside on the dirt.”

She couldn’t help but smile at his bluntness. It was selfish but it brought her great comfort that whenever she was sick, usually within seconds she would feel those warm, rough hands rubbing her back. And if he wasn’t there, she was told he was with their son.

A strand of Penelope’s raven hair fell over her face, tickling her nose. He gently pushed the soft strand back behind a pointed ear. He called to Eurynome from where she was gathering new rags to help redo it. Eurynome braided her hair before tying it up in a wrap around her head, Odysseus keeping Penelope upright.

He picked her up and began to lay her down on their bed only for her to raise her hand and grab his wrist, her grip was weak. She wasn’t completely asleep like they thought. He placed his other hand over hers and leaned closer to hear her. She whispered, “What do those tablets say?”

The king was taken aback, looking where her gaze was pointed. A pile of clay slabs that were resting upon the small table on his side of their nest. Someone must have left them there for him earlier, as she was in no condition to correspond. “I don’t know yet. I will look at them once I know you’re resting-”

“Did Linus respond? I need to know.” She was sitting up now, swaying a bit. Even sick, Penelope’s silver gaze was fierce.

Odysseus gently pushed her back onto the sheets. She didn’t fight him, thankfully, though she still looked at him with demand. His heart warmed. Her stubborn determination was simply one of the reasons he loved her after all. “Dear Wife,” he began softly, rubbing softly at her shoulders with his thumbs. “I don’t need to see those slabs to know that you got the ten oxen you wanted. You would still be there at his house right now demanding him if you hadn’t.”

He took a cool rag to wipe her forehead of sweat. Going under her chin and chest as well, careful of her sensitive breasts. He placed a different warm cloth given to him by Eurynome over top of them to help with the swelling. As she could not feed Telemachus in her condition, and despite her lack of food, they had to make sure infection or mastitis didn’t take root. When she winced, he murmured an apology.

He pulled the blankets over her. She looked up at him, her sharp teeth shined at him. Bright as always. “I want that man ruined, Odysseus. If he thinks he can have some of Ithaca’s finest craftsmanship for just five oxen, then he has no idea who he’s dealing with…”

“I know. He already knows if you ripped into him as you do,” He kissed her forehead. “Now rest, silly woman.”

When he pulled back, she was looking above them where the canopy of their nest was. Odysseus raised a brow before raising his head to see a small gray owl, hiding among the branches.

Athena must have spoken with her, as she looked back at him, sighed and fell asleep. He looked up again and bowed his head in thank you. If all Athena could do was help his wife get some peace then he was grateful nonetheless.

Odysseus pulled Argos closer and rested his head against him. His fur was soft. He traced spirals in his coat. The dog sniffed the wind, lost in his own little world just as his master was.

He had summoned a physician again on the third day, worried about how to get the food she needed. She gave her a mixture that only ended up purged later. A waste of time and of the fine wine he gave as payment.

In the evening, Athena appeared. Telling him the Naiads wished to speak to him. As his Penelope was sleeping, he had Euryclea and Actoris watch over her while he sprinted to see what the nymphs had to say. Aristomache, the oldest of the naiads and often spoke on behalf of all the younger ones, waited on the edge of river bank for him.

She was strangely more formal, having become what he would call mother-in-law figure for him with Penelope’s family so far away. While most would have to supplicate and bring many offerings to their nymphs, they had become a second family to him. Offerings were gifts now. Ithaca had never been so close to it’s nymphs until his new bride came with him almost eight years ago.

She was blunt in her instructions and gave him a strange plant. One with little pearls instead of leaves. Telling him that Penelope must have one pearl and to give them news when she is better again. He asked if this was punishment for his queen. If they had to do more to sate whatever was causing this.

Aristomache gripped his hands tightly and forced him to look at her. “You will not do anything. Penelope was wronged…This is to make up for it.” She gave him a look, her deep blue eyes seeming to cut into him. He simply nodded.

She said nothing more before she sank into the river.

He decided not to question it despite how strange it was as he remained hopeful that this would be what finally helped his wife. He raced back to the palace, the plant in hand. He pulled off a pearl for Penelope as he was told. She had a hard time swallowing it at first. A short moment passed, everyone waiting to see what would happen.

The queen retched up a small black glob that went into the pot with a splat, only to then disappear in a mist. She was exhausted and sank back into the cushions before sleeping once more, frightening him at first, but she was still breathing. He had the room and her be purified while she slept.

She still hasn’t woken up yet.

“Master, she probably needs rest. More now most likely as she was fighting that ailment. She’ll be awake and better soon,” Euryclea had told him, wrinkled hands on his broad shoulder.

He didn’t move. It’s been three days. Three days of her not being able to eat or drink. That…thing might be out of her now, but what of the damage it’s caused?

“It would be best if you rested-”

“Get out,” he muttered, his lip twitching. He whipped around to look at them. “Now! Get out! I want you all out!”

Euryclea jumped back, she knew her king had a temper. “Now My King, she will still need help when she wakes-”

“And?! She’s sleeping now. She and the room have been purified. There is nothing more to be done. So you will get out !” He swallowed and inhaled deeply through his nose. “Check on our son while you’re gone... You will be called upon when she wakes but you will be out of our chamber until then.”

He turned his head back towards their bed once he heard the whispering of the maids and the quick shuffling of feet. One tried to pick up her supplies. “Leave it!” he shouted without looking at her.

She stopped, startled, but did as he ordered and followed the other slaves. The room was empty now.

Tension left his body as he sat on the bed, looking at his sleeping wife. Her cheeks were red and were warm, and her breathing was deep.

His vision blurred, and his eyes burned and so did his throat. A sob escaped him and he lowered his head into his hands. He let the curtain of his thick hair drape over him to hide his face, the ends of it laying against the blanket that covered her body. This wasn’t the first time he wept over her condition and he knew he shouldn’t expect her to bounce up and out after that but… She still looked sick. She hasn’t eaten or drank in days. Even if that sludge was out of her, what if the damage had already been done?

He felt a cold gust against his back, causing a shiver up his spine. He didn’t have to look up to know who it was. He waited for her to speak.

He heard Athena in his mind like usual. Her deep voice echoed in his head with a chuckle. Penelope is asleep and could not hear her right now it seems. “You know, kicking them all out wasn’t necessary.”

He sniffled, tossing his head to throw the auburn locks bouncing once more against his back so he could look at the owl with his red-rimmed eyes. He grabbed a rag and wiped his own face now. And blowing his nose. “Well, they aren’t necessary either.”

“Really? Are you planning to stay up the whole time to watch her when you’re in such a state yourself?”

He glared up at her. She was resting on a branch that came out from their nest. He hated that she seemed to be smiling. And that she was right. He was exhausted as well. Stress, taking care of her, trying to remain relaxed while visiting and playing with Telemachus, half-assing being a king. It was all adding up and his head felt like fog.

“Sleep,” She was suddenly in the form of a young girl. Sitting at the end of their nest. “I’ll make sure she’s well. I knew her before I knew you, you know.”

He couldn’t say no even if he wanted to. His eyes were shutting and he was now the one swaying. He went to the other side of the bed and crawled under the covers. “Wake me when she does, please.”

Athena nodded. He curled up to his wife, resting his head on her shoulder, resting his nose under her jaw… We need a bath , he thought before sweet sleep fell over him.

It was in the middle of night when he woke up, Athena brushing her feathers against his face to wake him before nodding once in Penelope’s direction and taking flight. This time he stayed awake and lit the oil lamp that rested in it’s special nook on their living bed he made.

He looked at Penelope and hope filled him when he noticed the change. She no longer felt so hot under his touch, her skin going back to it’s familiar coolness. Color started to come back to her face. Her breathing no longer sounded so labored. Anthos laid upon her belly, so he scooped up the cat and placed her to the side. He then looked over her body, checking her scales once for peeling before settling for scratching under Anthos’ chin as he waited.

Penelope was laying on her back when she suddenly sat up and belched loudly. The warm damp cloth that had been laid over her breast fell into her lap.

“Oh, gods-” she said before she covered her mouth. It would’ve been humorous in any other situation.

Odysseus immediately sat up as well, pushing the blankets off himself to kneel on the bed facing her. Her silver eyes bright. She let her hand fall from her mouth as she felt her husband's rough hands cup her face. She blinked, her thick lashes fluttering once.

She watched as her husband’s stormy eyes scanned her with a worried brow and pursed lips. She chuckled at how his hair decided to wake. Parted too far to the right and weirdly flattened on one side.

Odysseus was taken aback by how she looked as she almost looked as though she had never been sick. The bags under her eyes were gone, her skin almost seemed to glow, and her silvery eyes were bright and focused. Tears no longer filled them.

She waited, breathing deeply, reveling in her body working with her again. She opened her mouth slightly, relieved that nothing seemed to buildup just below her throat.

She grinned at her husband, who was now looking over where some of her scales were, having memorized their placement. His hand now brushing over the scattering of some on her left hip once again. He looked back up at her wide-eyed, when she hummed lowly, her throat still burning from the bile of the last few days.

“I think at this point you just want an excuse to look at me…” she rasped.

He snorted. “Since when have I needed an excuse?”

He rested his forehead against hers, her pushing back a slight bit with her own, and he whispered, “How are you feeling? The pearls worked, yes?”

She nodded, then kissed his nose, “I think they worked, my Joy… I think I’ll be okay.”

“Oh, praise the gods! Penelope!” He exhaled and pulled her close.

He placed a few soft kisses on the once sweaty and pale forehead that he would push her hair away from. As she giggled and turned away, he cupped her other cheek, pulling her face closer to his own to continue his affection. The kisses only stopped momentarily as he could not hold back his grin as he squished his nose into her cheekbone, no longer red from fever but from joy. Her sharp teeth glinted as she squirmed. Her body was sore and moving so much hurt her ribs but she couldn’t bring herself to push him away. She leaned away from him, as his hair was tickling her; it only left her neck vulnerable. He nuzzled himself on the pulse point, the same spot he desperately felt during the past few days. Her laughter, although still hoarse, was his goal; she truly meant it when she said she was feeling better.

He shifted, trying to pull her tighter to him when she winced and pushed him back, “Odysseus, my breasts hurt. Not so tightly!”

“Forgive me, I forgot.” He still smiled, giggling himself as he took her freezing hand, a good sign for Penelope, and kissed her calloused fingertips.

Penelope shook her head and took a deep breath, wincing. She took the rag that was in her lap and wiped at the milk that had dribbled out on her. “My ribs definitely hurt as well”-she coughed- “and my throat…Maybe I’m not fully well yet actually.”

He stopped his affections, face suddenly serious. “You don’t think you’ll be sick again, right? You said the pearls helped.”

“Oh, they definitely did. I’ll be fine eventually. Just thisty and hungry and sore,” she said, her usually gorgeous voice hoarse. She swallowed thickly but smiled at him. He was clearly worried and she wanted to give her husband some peace. She rustled his hair so it wasn’t such a mess with her other hand. “But I actually feel pretty good. Though I did just wake up.” She gave him the rag to clean the droplets she left on his own chest.

“Good,” He said, tossing the cloth back when he was done and gave one final kiss on her cool cheek before shuffling off the bed, losing balance as he got tangled up in the blankets before taking off to call back the maids. “We’ll get you something to eat. That’s the only way to test if you’re better.”

He looked out the doorway, somewhat regretting having yelled at the maids to leave earlier. Euryclea was nearby thankfully. Stubborn old woman.

“She’s awake. Bring some food. Let’s try some fruits and bread for now, pomegranates, of course. And bring more water. Wake up the other maids when you finish bringing them. Go.”

He whirled back around and jogged back to where she sat. She was petting Anthos’ black fur as she drank from the little cup that was beside their bed. “Slow down, don’t overdo it…”

She rolled her eyes. To “overdo water” was a silly concept to her as a naiad, but she did drink more slowly. He crawled back on their bed. He started to retie her hair which had fallen out while sleeping. She flicked her wrist and water hopped out of the pitcher once more into the small cup. Anthos curling up beside her.

He began combing her through her soft black hair, running into some of the knots with his fingers and gently undoing them. Going through it more times for his own comfort. She didn’t need anything fancy right now, especially as she should bathe soon. “How’s your stomach? Not feeling sick, right? You haven’t been able to have anything in days…”

“No, Odysseus, I don’t feel sick. I’ll be okay…” He finished tying her hair up with a leather cord and pulled her into his lap. She shifted a slight bit to sit more comfortably before suddenly her eyes got wide. “Th-the council! What day is it?!”

He scoffed and shook his head. He placed his hand over hers. “Rescheduled. Neither of us were in a state where we can go.”

She wrinkled her nose but didn’t argue as he was right. Again.

She squeezed herself up tighter into his strong arms. She had always enjoyed his warmth, always running colder than most mortals with her ancestry; they met in the middle. She traced some freckles on collarbone with her unoccupied hand.

She took another sip from her cup before turning her head and placed a kiss on his collarbone. “Thank you for taking care of me…I know the reason I got better is because of your care.”

“There is no reason to thank me,” he murmured. “I missed you so much.”

She smiled,“I don’t know if a man who barely left my side can say that.”

“This man will say it no matter where he’s been.”

She snorted. “Speaking of which, I know I need a bath. When was the last time you’ve taken one?”

“Since you last had one,” He smirked at the way she wrinkled her nose. “We can take one after you eat.”

She gasped. “TELEMACHUS!” she started to turn away before she grabbed her left side and groaned.

“Just my ribs! Calm down,” She grunted, reassuring him as he reached out towards her. She caught her breath and slowly brought herself back to curl back up against him. Anthos’ head now up looking at them. “I will see Telemachus.”

“You need to eat-”

“Then while we bathe! It’s not like our son isn’t capable of worse smells himself.”

He couldn’t argue with that.

The pitcher was empty by the time Euryclea came in. The plate was soon empty as well. But her stomach remained full.

Odysseus smiled as he sat with Argos now, playing with his floppy ears. That had been this morning. And it was why he was on his own. He told her what the Naiads told him and as always, she immediately was making plans as to what to do. He wanted her to rest and gain her strength back, she wanted him to “do his royal duties”. He was simply keeping his promise to her…

That doesn’t mean that she still wasn’t on his mind. Or that he didn’t sneak in the castle at noon and was reassured by his Euryclea that she hadn’t snuck out or was doing anything too strenous.

“King Odysseus! You’ve been sitting there for a while! Are you well?!”

Argos answered before Odysseus could. His dog, who had been lulled to sleep by his master’s petting, stood up quick and began to bark at the sheep herder. The shepard’s own dogs rising to attention at the possible threat. The sheep surrounding him shuffled about in fear.

Odysseus placed his hand upon the dog’s chest, Argos looking at him before looking back at the other man and his own herding dogs and growling. “Hush Argos, that’s no stranger and you know that,” Odysseus looked back up at Alkaios before grabbing the pile of flowers from the ground. “I’m well! Just lost in my thoughts. Is that the young lamb that you are so worried about resting on your shoulders?”

Alkaios smiled and raised his hand to pat at little lambs head that he was carrying. “Yes, she’s getting strong though! She’ll catch up with the others and I’m sure soon I won’t have to worry about her anymore. And you won’t need to worry about your queen much now that I hear she’s getting better… I’m happy the sheep left you some flowers for your collection there.”

“Yes, I am too,” Odysseus smiled back and couldn’t help but shake his head at the little faces that were crowding around the herder, as though they knew they were being talked about. “Would hate to go back to Penelope empty handed! I’m actually on my way to thank the Naiads for their help.”

“I won’t keep you then! Have a good evening, my king!”

Odysseus nodded as he watched the shepard go over the hill, his flock following close behind. He was happy knowing his sheep were being watched over by Alkaios, always the dutiful shepard.

He held the flowers and tried to reach into his pouch for a leather cord to keep them together and grumbled when he couldn’t find one. Of course, he forgot. He pulled on the cord that piled his hair on his head, releasing the thick spiraling curls over his shoulders and back. It was getting cold with the evening air so having another layer of ‘wool’ was helpful.

He had just finished the knot around the flowers, when he heard Argos whimpering. He whipped his head in his direction, worried his faithful companion was in danger, only to start grinning when he saw the actual problem. “You silly dog, you want it that bad? It’s too big for you!”

His hound was bouncing around a couple of rocks, a large stick sticking out of them. He looked back to his master, tail wagging and pleading with him to pull it out.

Odysseus shook his head but walked over to it. He looked around the stones before he pushed one boulder with his leg and heaved the large stick out. He threw it in the grass where Argos picked it up and started to gnaw on the stick, much too large for him. His head leaning to the side from it’s weight. It was hard to believe that this was the same dog that was capable of taking down good game.

But that’s why Odysseus liked him so much.

“Good dog…Enough dallying. It’s getting late, and I must speak to the nymphs.”

Argos simply crunched on his stick some more.

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Let me know what y'all think! (also if there are spelling errors!) :D I know I have her being stubborn but know that Odysseus behaves the exact same way when sick. They're Likeminded and they behave basically the same in every way.

#odyssey #Mad rambles #shot by odysseus #odypen #penelope #odysseus #epic the musical #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #Mad Writes #???#sure. Why not?#the odyssey #fluff #tagamemnon #Baby Boy Telemachus comes soon!#please be nice I know I went nuts with my ideas and fluff and it's definitely not accurate but I'm a fluffy person so that's what this is!#I'm a lil terrified but oh well :P

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mikauhso · 4 months

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Small fandom rant, feel free not to read.

I don’t really care what an artist has done as a person, unless they’re like literally hitler or someone who you’d punch in public for their crimes, I find it a bit sad and annoying how so many artists online are willing to tear down someone else’s art to say “I did it better.” It’s one thing to give constructive crit in good faith, and it’s another to make an OC-ified version of canon out of your love for something, but creating something out of spite will almost always ring hollow for me. I see so much good art duct taped to posts about how “here I fixed it” or “lol you can’t draw” and I think back to the time when I learned the phrase, “you’ll attract more flies with honey than vinegar.” It disheartens me to see artists and people I’d know to be kind and constructive not extend the same kind of care hey show irl to someone online based on their parasocial relation to them. It’s such a low-stakes game and people will act like a mid show having characters they enjoy is the end of the world, and in doing so will take personal snipes and make insults at the art instead of addressing the actual problem head on, because it’s easier to derail and funnel attention and love towards yourself instead of ask that others improve. I love redesigns born of love. I love rewrites that try to see an artist’s vision, but at a certain point I wonder if people even like what they’re making art about or if they’re slapping something recognizable over top of it in order to ride trends.

The internet normalizes clout chasing to the point where I feel like we do it almost instinctively. That little insult or sly comment at the end of a post, that’ll sway people to your side. Saying why you don’t like some person despite not knowing them. It’s valid to have your opinions but I wish people would act like they would in the real world. You wouldn’t go around and scream at someone who you saw post this one thing one time. You wouldn’t punch someone based on a rumor, or verbally berate them in a restaurant. Yet people post so much shit online and it’s so normalized that we don’t even register it as a sign to log off anymore.

I feel like social media is something incredibly important for communication, but it’s currently designed in a way that centers ourselves and how much dopamine we can get, whether it’s at the expense of others, ourselves, etc. And we’re part of the problem too, we refuse to change and recognize that maybe internet points aren’t worth it and maybe it shouldn’t matter what people think of us. And maybe it’s an opinion I have but I shouldn’t judge someone based on what fraction they put out on the internet of themselves. Maybe I should cook myself a snack or go out for a walk or sit on the balcony or in the yard, talk to a friend face to face. Again, I love what the internet has done for accessibility but every accessible thing is locked behind a service designed to ignore vitriol and anger towards one another.

I guess I fall prey to this too, but I’ve seen this pattern happen again and again and again. There are people behind everything that’s made, and unless it’s ai or something stolen, an artist put their time and heart into it. It’s part of the game to have tough skin but I wish it didn’t have to be a necessity because of spiteful people.

I guess I should add an addendum, this is about a pattern I’ve seen in many a fandom. This isn’t about the morality of a show’s crew or whatever, that’s a conversation for another day that I’m not getting involved in because the personal lives of others are no business of mine. Hah, there I go again. But in all seriousness. I’ve seen it in Hazbin Hotel. I’ve seen it with High Guardian Spice. Velma. Steven universe. The owl house. Any new show I’ve seen come out where someone decides to have a moment and say “I will create out of spite and a need to be seen.” I wish artists didn’t feel the need to ride trends and that we’d value each others’ work as much as something put out by Disney. But that too, is a post for another day.

#fandom #fandom in general #some thoughts on redesigns #redesigns #Hazbin hotel #I don’t really know if I expect people to read this or not I just had to get it out somewhere #Velma #high guardian spice #online fandoms are fascinating #general internet stuff #character redesign #out of spite #spite isn’t healthy #at least not consistently

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mybrainsrottingwithmcd · 6 months

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hi!! so i’m. really really new to the aphmau fandom, aka i was super into it when i was like 8 and now my autistic ass got back into and actually joined in fandom stuff

i don’t. entirely understand how to guide through the aphmau fandom on tumblr. and i have a few questions- if you wouldn’t find can you answer them for me since you seem to be super into this!

what is an MCD rewrite and where do i find them- i assumed it’s people rewriting minecraft diaries but what sparked this and why?

what’s with the hate for aaron and aarmau- i don’t. fully understand it

how did garroth/lawrence happen (i love the idea)

is there like. a masterlist of aphmau lore somewhere so i can make sure i didn’t miss anything in my rewatch (i definitely missed stuff in my rewatch)

Hello hello!! Welcome to the fandom (we’re so sorry ur here its a mess)

I’d be happy to answer ur questions :D

“what is an MCD rewrite and where do i find them- i assumed it's people rewriting minecraft diaries but what sparked this and why?”

Yeah you’re right a MCD rewrite is people rewriting MCD and adding their own ships or improvements or different plot points. It started because the original MCD is kinda written poorly. Some plot points go nowhere, some parts are problematic, some parts drag on, characters appear and disappear, characters stopped developing and most importantly MCD has no ending and was abruptly discontinued by Jess so she could focus on Mystreet and other projects. People just wanna improve and finish the thing that means so mich to them basically. You can find them on AO3 and a few on Wattpad (I recommend AO3 tho its easier to find rewrites ur interested in cuz the tag system)

“what's with the hate for aaron and aarmau- i don't. fully understand it”

(There arent enough words in this world to explain my hatred for aarmau and aaron BUT)

Many reasons heres the main few: when Aaron was introduced he was supposed to be a side character but then he became a love interest kinda outta nowhere (my theory as to why is because Jess’s husband Jason voices him) and when he did become a love interest other characters like Laurence and Garroth kinda stopped developing and became worse to justify why Aaron was a good choice for Aphmau. For me they never had any chemistry in MCD, when its revealed Aphmau is pregnant with Aaron’s kid my brain logged out because wtffff how did they find the time and also why Aaron ://. He wasn’t kinda boring, his angsty past could’ve been used more but wasn’t he was just a brooding masked figure who followed Aphmau around. Then Pheonix Drop High happened and made things really weird. So when Aaron was 18 going on 19 he started dating Aphmau who was 14. Very creepy much yuck, they didn’t communicate well and then his whole character became that he’s in love with Aphmau but “he’s just not good enough for her :((“ and “i shouldn’t be with her shes perfect” and personally i find romance dramas infuriating, especially that kind of drama. AND YES AS A 18YR OLD U SHOULDNT BE DATING A 14YR OLD WELL DONE AARON. Mystreet they were the annoying lovey dovey couple with relationship drama they just rubbed me the wrong way in that series, I stopped watching after Emerald Secret and only recently forced myself to finish Mystreet and yeah no idc about them or their relationship. In MCD season 3 when Shad was introduced as a full character his whole thing is he’s Aaron again but evil and Aphmau’s sad about it and uuuuugg i dont caaareee. And I personally thought Aphmau wasn’t gunna end with anyone in MCD because she went on multiple rants about how that isn’t what she’s looking for and she has to think about her people first and she prefers her own company and then BOOM gets pregnant of masky mcsad face. Ugh. Basically Aaron ruined everything.

(Aroacemau truther 4 life aarmau hater 4 life)

“how did garroth/lawrence happen (i love the idea)”

Garrence has been a ship since the characters were introduced and quite simply its because they have more chemistry together than with Aphmau. I’ve always been a lil uncomfortable with how Jess wrote Laurence and Aphmau’s interactions and Garroth and Aphmau’s interactions but Garroth and Laurence interactions were just more natural they had more banter they were sweet together. Then Jess did a bunch of queerbaiting with it and the ship got bigger, so many fanarts so many fanfics. Then it just never happened because Jess is a coward. Like it would’ve been so nice to see the hints and chemistry go somewhere but it didn’t. Everyone still holds hope tho. With rewrites Garrence is Canon :))

“is there like. a masterlist of aphmau lore somewhere so i can make sure i didn't miss anything in my rewatch (i definitely missed stuff in my rewatch)”

i have no idea on that one, i’ve rewatched MCD every other week for the past 8 years (autism go brrrrr) i’ve never had to look for a masterlist of lore BUT I’m sure someone has to have compiled one somewhere either on the fandom wiki or on Tumblr somewhere. :))

ANYWAYS YEAH WELCOME TO HELL HAVE FUN HERE

#WELCOME TO HELL #WAS I HELPFUL??? PROBS NOT LETS BE HONEST #im just a little guy #but yeah #from a veteran aphmau fan heres the tea #i hate aaron seriously so much #aroacemau #aphmau #mcd #minecraft diaries #minecraft roleplay #aphmau mcd #aphmau minecraft diaries #anyways

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readerinsertsaremyguiltypleasure · 1 year

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Hi!! P, 13 for Billy! Angsty but with a happy ending, please! Thank you!

Here you go, anon. 💕

This one is set while Billy is still a Marine.

P. Fighting/almost breaking up 13. 'What happened to us?'

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It all started with a really shit day. One of those days where everything that could go wrong did go wrong and all you wanted to do was to crawl into bed with your boyfriend and have him hold you for a while.

But you couldn’t. Because your boyfriend was thousands of miles away, in a desert somewhere in Afghanistan.

So, when you logged on to your scheduled Skype call, your mood was already dismal.

Usually getting to see Billy in any way you could was enough to brighten your mood, but today the low-quality picture and clunky signal just served as an unwelcome reminder of how he wasn’t there with you.

You needed him, and he wasn’t there. Just like he hadn’t been there all the other days you had needed him over the past several months. And all the months of his last two tours.

You were immensely proud of him for his service and would never ask him to quit the Marines for you… but it was hard being left behind. It was lonely.

In retrospect, you should have sent him an email and rescheduled your Skype call, claiming to be sick or something. But you had thought you could power through. You had thought that Billy would make you feel better.

You had thought wrong.

He had quickly noticed your sour mood, which only made his own mood sour in turn, and soon you found yourself in a heated fight while Skype kept freezing on your angry expressions.

‘Is it too much to want to enjoy this time together?’ said Billy in an angry whisper. He didn’t have the luxury of yelling, something that satisfied your petty side. ‘After all the shit that goes on here, I think I deserve a break and a chance to chat with my girl.’

‘We’re not together, Billy,’ you reminded him. ‘We’re on whole different continents. I love you and I’m proud of you, but you can’t expect me to always be okay with that.’

‘You’ve never had trouble before.’

You let out a bark of disbelieving laughter. ‘I’ve never let you see it before,’ you corrected. ‘I can’t count how many times I have cried myself to sleep because I missed having you next to me. Every Valentine’s Day and birthday and Christmas. Every shitty day that would have been made better with just one hug from you.’

‘That’s not my fault,’ he said through gritted teeth. ‘I had already signed up when we got together. You knew what you were getting into.’

‘So I’m not allowed to miss you?’

‘No.’

You stared at the screen in shock. That had not been the answer you had been expecting.

Billy seemed to realise his mistake straight away, and he groaned as he scrubbed a hand through his hair. ‘That’s not what I… Look, my tour is over in a few weeks. Then none of this will matter.’

‘Unless the tour gets extended like the last one.’

Unless you don’t come home at all, you didn’t say.

‘Then we’ll just have to deal with it,’ he sighed. Something caught his attention and his gaze drifted to above the camera. He let out an annoyed growl and then looked back to the screen. ‘I gotta go. People are waiting to use the computers.’

You nodded, knowing that there was nothing you could do about it. You weren’t going to deny other people the chance to talk to their loved ones just because you and Billy were fighting.

‘I… I’ll see you soon.’

When the call ended, you finally let the tears fall down your cheeks.

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Billy didn’t get the chance for another Skype call after that, and the only communication you had was emails which were kept short and succinct.

Only a few more weeks to go. I know.

Mission went well. I’m glad.

Got overlooked for the promotion again. I’m sorry.

Frank says hi. Hi Frank.

What happened to us?

That last message went unanswered.

But you would get your answer soon enough you supposed. By some miracle, Billy’s tour hadn’t been extended, and he was probably already on his flight home.

The thought made you equal parts happy and scared. You had missed him so much and couldn’t wait to see his face in person again… but what if this fight was not something you could both get past? What if the next time you saw him was also the last time?

It was those thoughts that had you stress-cleaning, and you were just about done with the kitchen when someone knocked on your front door. You almost ignored them but decided better of it when they knocked again.

‘All right, I’m coming,’ you grumbled as you made your way to the door.

Your annoyance disappeared the second you opened it.

There, on your doorstep, was Billy, dressed in a suit and holding his duffle bag in one hand and flowers in the other.

‘Why didn’t you use your key?’ you asked dumbly before you shook yourself out of it and stepped aside to let him in.

He gave you a small smile as he passed you. You caught a whiff of his cologne as he did, and your mind finally caught up with the fact that he was really there in front of you.

He was home.

Billy put his bag on the floor near the wall and then turned back to hold out the flowers to you.

You took them silently, and then immediately chucked them away as you launched yourself at him, wrapping your arms around him as tightly as you could.

‘I’m so glad you’re okay,’ you cried into his shoulder. You could deal with the fight and the distant emails and the unanswered questions later. Right now, all that mattered was that he had made it home again. ‘I’m so glad you’re home.’

Billy’s arms wrapped around you, making you cry harder. ‘Me too, baby,’ he whispered, and he pressed a kiss to your temple. ‘It’s so good be back for good.’

That had you pulling away, but Billy didn’t let you get very far. He only gave you just enough room to be able to look up at him. ‘For good?’ you asked, hope welling in your chest.

Billy nodded and reached up to wipe the drying tears from your cheeks. ‘I’ve finally got enough saved up to get out. I’ve been emailing the bank, and I think I can get a small loan to set up Anvil at last.’

Anvil had been his dream for a while now, but you hadn’t realised it had been so close.

Your smile could have rivalled the sun at that moment. ‘I’m so proud of you,’ you said.

You wanted nothing more than to kiss him senseless, maybe drag him straight to the bedroom, but the fight still lingered at the back of your mind, telling you that he might not want that.

Something must have shown in your eyes, because Billy suddenly cupped your cheeks and crashed his lips to yours, dispelling every one of your doubts.

You would get past it. You were going to be okay.

You clung to the collar of his shirt like it was a lifeline, even after the kiss ended.

‘I’m not leaving you ever again,’ he said, voice suddenly more serious than you’d ever heard it. ‘No more missed birthdays or holidays.’

You shook your head, feeling silly for the things you’d said all those weeks ago.

‘I’m sor-’

Billy cut off your apology with another kiss, this one less impassioned and more tender.

More loving.

‘Me too,’ he whispered once he had pulled away again. He rested his forehead against yours, and you both closed your eyes, relishing in the fact that you were both together.

You were both still together.

‘You asked what happened to us,’ he said. ‘The way I see it, the only thing that happened is we became stronger than before. Because now we know we can get through anything.’

Tears pricked at your eyes again, but you didn’t let them fall.

You couldn’t agree with him more.

#billy russo prompts #billy russo x you #billy russo x reader #this is the last of the game prompts #but I have one more Darkling prompt that is separate

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kitkatscabinet · 2 years

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I see there isn’t really any Jacob x reader fics so can you please write one where jacobs in love with the reader (like how he was with Emma) and just make it fluffy please!

Genre: fluff

Word count: 780

Feeling movement underneath you, you stirred from your sleep, groaning in discontent at being so rudely awakened. “Babe, you’ve gotta get up” Jacob nudged you.

“Nooo” you whined out “M’comfy.” You punctuated your statement by trying to burrow even deeper into his side, feeling his chest heave in laughter at your actions. Deciding to punish your pillows behaviour you lightly bit down on his chest as a warning for trying to escape. His laughter turning into a shocked squawk as his outraged voice filled your ears. Opening your eyes, you tilted your head to look up at him, only to find him already staring at you with an affection that made you dizzy.

“Baby as much as I love having you in my arms, Mr Hackett is gonna kill us if he finds out I stayed in a different cabin.” He tried to reason for once, surprising you with his responsibility causing you to finally concede. Giggling, you watched him stumble around and finally climb out the window, only after at least 10 more kisses though.

Jacob was beyond excited and the kids could tell, he was practically buzzing as he waited for you to arrive with your group of kids. You would be supervising the kids on a hike, they needed to burn the energy so they would sleep like logs later. The sound of screaming children not his own alerted him to the fact you had arrived as his eyes found your face, watching as you corralled the kids with what looked like ease. However, he could tell by the slight twitching of your right hand that you were getting a little irritated and your smile was getting more and more strained. No one else would have noticed but Jacob knew you through and through, he had just about fallen in love from the moment he met you. From then on, he had pretty much become an encyclopedia of you, Dylan had said it was creepy but you had been incredibly flattered. Besides you always knew how he was feeling without needing the words too, the pair of you were ‘disgustingly in love’ as Kaitlyn would say.

Making your way over to your new boyfriend you were immediately squished into his side as the pair of you continued to walk on like that. Keeping an eye out on the kids while pulling him into a conversation about the latest book you had read. Jacob honestly couldn’t say he completely understood everything you were talking about but he listened anyway because you cared about it. Noticing his silence, you stopped talking suddenly before you apologised.

“I’m sorry…you probably don’t care and I’ve been rambling and why didn’t you stop me?” your concerned voice raised in pitch and Jacob felt like he’d been punched in the chest. Whoever had inspired such anxiety in you that had caused you to feel this way deserved death. He decided then that he would spend the rest of his life making sure you never felt that way again as his arm squeezed you tighter.

“What? No, no, no. You care about it right, so why wouldn’t I wanna listen to you? I love listening to you, I’d listen to you recite the dictionary for hours if you wanted” he proclaimed, throwing the arm not around you out in the air.

“I know, I just don’t want to annoy you all the time” you shrugged trying to act like it was no big deal.

“What, you could never annoy me” he promised as you snorted in disbelief. Jacob was really upset now, not at you though, never at you. You were always there for him, always knew how to make him feel better. You had clocked his insecurity from the get-go, always stepping in when someone would go too far with their ribbing of him. It was what had made him really fall for you and he was upset that he hadn’t noticed you struggling.

“Did someone say you were annoying?” He demanded “cause I’ll beat em up.” Hearing you laugh Jacob fist pumped in success, crisis averted for now. He was abruptly pulled out of his victory party at the feeling of you stop walking. His confusion fading into contentedness as you kissed him sweetly, the pair of you only breaking apart at the sound of the children’s disgusted groans.

Deciding you should probably get back to supervising the kids you walked ahead of Jacob unaware of his goofy grin as he watched you go, already picturing your future wedding. Kaitlyn could tease him all she liked because at the end of the day he had you and that was all he cared about.

#jacob x gn! reader #jacob custos fic #jacob custos x reader #jacob custos #the quarry jacob #the quarry oneshot #the quarry requests

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joshriku · 3 months

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if you still want prompts! maybe cherik with "you look like a mess." and/or "get away from me!" (Up to you, ofc! :D)

hi sorry things happened but thank you for your prompt! i had some rare rare wholesome family mood because like. what if they were normal fr. thank you for this again!!! :3 and happy late v-day! prompts from here

Entirely too amused, he hears: You look like a mess.

Erik looks up at Charles, wearing a smile as he takes in the image of Erik sprawled on the floor. Wanda and Pietro have tired themselves out, at last, and they’re drooling all over Erik’s chest. It’d be cute if Erik wasn’t so tired.

No, it’s still cute, Charles promises. How long did it take them to fall asleep?

This is a serious problem, Charles, Erik begins, frantic, relaying to him the last half an hour: both of them had finished eating their little yogurt, and what Erik had hoped for it to be an ‘eats and takes a nap immediately after’ afternoon ended up energizing the twins a lot more. They are gaining more energy as they go on. Are you sure this is not a mutation manifesting?

As I said, he begins, but he breaks into laughter very quietly when Erik shows him Wanda and Pietro in what seems to be a race against each other. It’s futile, as they are not coordinated enough to make any of their movements work, but they have the spirit, as well as the shrieking voices to go with it. Mutations would only begin manifesting when they’re eight or older. I’m afraid this is normal toddler hyperactivity. May I?

Erik extends the arm that’s around his son. With Charles’ telekinesis at work, Pietro floats perfectly asleep to Charles’ lap. Charles reaches for the blanket covering his legs, covering Pietro as well. Do you need me to pick you up, too, or can you sit up on your own? Charles grins at him. I don’t know. It seems as though you lost the battle with Wanda.

He shows him the scenes from earlier, too: Wanda finding perfect purchase on his hair, tugging, then tugging hard, then breaking into giggles whenever Erik groaned or hissed. Charles laughs inside his head once more.

It’s not going to be funny when it happens to you, Erik rolls his eyes.

With what hair?

I don’t know. When she tugs at your eyebrows, you will see.

They are kind of long, aren’t they, Charles muses. Erik moves Wanda carefully to sit up, and she’s still exhausted from her playtime, because she only makes herself more comfortable against Erik as he continues to stand up. Oh, dear God. You don’t just look like a mess. You are a mess. Did she throw up on you?

No, this is regular drool, he explains. Pietro did drop a bit of juice on me.

You gave them juice after yogurt?

Look, Erik looks at him, hoping the exasperation goes through his look. Everything is so amusing when you are not the one suffering through it. I thought he would stay still to drink it.

An exhalation escapes Charles’ nose. It’s not that funny.

I wonder if they are like this with their mother, Erik muses again. She seems to have it handled.

You are the weaker of the two, Charles reasons. They can sense the weaker parent.

Erik frowns. They are normal with you, too.

As I said, they can sense the weaker parent, Charles grins up at him. Erik wants to kiss that annoying grin off his face. Shall we put them to bed? We can see what we will have for dinner after this.

Yes, sure, Erik leans down, kisses his head, and stands up carefully again. Nothing. Wanda’s asleep like a log. Thankfully! Any ideas?

I don’t know. Yogurt, perhaps?

You are not funny.

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Peter Pan imagine/ Fall Apart

“She told me that I’m not enough “ Peter said with his head down

“And ?” Felix , his best bud asked

“She left me with a broken heart!” He almost yelled

Talking about Wendy

“Come on, you got mermaids and Indians all over you, you can’t be this heartbroken.” Felix said trying to make him feel better

“She fooled me twice and it’s all my fault.” He said with his face in his hands

“Listen Pan, Wendy wasn’t good for you, you know this, she was just , just-“ before felix could speak Pan interrupted

“ENOUGH! There’s too many thoughts going through my brain.” Pan yelled at Felix

“So then what are we gonna do tonight? You know it’s the big brawl. Everyone is going all out.” Felix asked

“Well, I guess just have my poker face on. Nobody can know me and Wendy broke up, just okay it off.” Pan said as he walked outside, preparing for the night.

He see’s you and you nod and smile , you do the same

You and him had a neutral relationship. You were found on the shore trying to catch a breath from the water you inhaled, Pan had helped you and let you stay on the island ever since.

You sit by your friend tiger Lilly , she was princess of the Indians and daughter of head chief on Neverland.

“Excited about tonight?” She asked you

You shrugged your shoulders “It’s the same thing every night, we’ll get too drunk to remember anything and we all wake up with a terrible hangover, don’t you wanna do something different?” You asked her

“Like what?” Tiger Lilly asked

“Like jumping in the lake in the freezing cold, it’s turning winter, trying to make a new soup from searching the Herbs we have on the island, or picking out new sea shells I’m constantly finding on the shore.” You say

“You sure are full of possibilities aren’t you?” Tiger said teasing you

“I just- I just want something different.” You say sighing as the night was getting started.

“Alright everyone gather around.” Peter said in a soft tone

You became curious, this wasn’t like him

“Let’s just get tonight over with, someone start a game.” Pan said

“Let’s play Charades!” A lost boy yelled

“No truth or dare?” An other boy yelled

“Where’s Wendy doesn’t she usually pass out the rum?” A older lost boy said

“She’s not coming.” Pan stated upset

“Why not?” A younger lost boy said

“Because I said so why the fuck are you asking so many questions?” Pan said with an attitude

“Uh pan?” Felix asked “Let’s just start off with charades and I’ll pass out the rum okay?”

Pans nods his head

Felix comes with a bottle of rum and pours everyone a shot of it

“Make mine a double, triple.” Pan said

“You sure?” Felix asked

“Don’t ever ask that again.” Pan started at Felix annoyed as ever

“Just making sure Pan.” Felix asked

“I’m gonna take these shots like they’re Novocain.” Pan said as he drank the whole thing at once.

Felix went along the line

“No thanks.” You said when he came towards you

“Really?” Felix asked

“Yeah I’m fine, I’ll be cleaning duty, I have a feeling I’ll be up all night anyway.” You said smiling at Felix

“Well okay then thanks more for us!” Felix said and moved on

Peter looked at you sipping his drink but didn’t say much

Everyone is playing games through out the night and getting very intoxicated, you laugh at them and join in the games while cleaning up everyone’s mess at the same time.

Sooner than later the lost boys passed out on the logs, their tents, and some on the tree swings Pan built through out the years.

You were cleaning up still and just getting everything done Pan woke up in the midst of you cleaning and dropping a couple things on the ground

“Sheesh.” He woke up rubbing his head

“I’m sorry Pan I didn’t mean to wake you.” You said worried

“What are you doing anyway?” He asked you a little annoyed

“I’m cleaning.” You stated, thinking it was pretty obvious.

“Why?” He asked

“Someone has to do it.” You smiled and shrugged

He smiled as well

“let’s go.” He said gesturing you to walk with him and you did so.

Walking through the woods with him you were a little bit nervous and confused, why all of a sudden, why now?

“Why do you do so much for this island?” He asked you

“I mean mostly because of you.” You admitted

He looks at you and cocks a brow

“Me?” He asked

“Well you did save me from drowning.” You said

“Ahh I did, you poor little thing.” He laughed a little

“What’s been going on with you? You seemed down at the big night.” You said

“Oh well, you see, it’s complicated.” He stated

“Got it.” You said walking a away from him and going towards the lake

“Hey be careful it’s deep and it’s freezing out here.” He said

“That’s the point.” You said pushing him in

“Y/N! What the hell??” He yelled

“What the king of the island is scared of water?”

You jumped in as you said. Realizing it was freezing cold you screamed and tried to get out but Pan pulled you back in and held you. You guys fought and splashed each other til your teeth were chattering.

“Okay okay, let’s not get you sick.” He said getting out the lake

You guys walked back to the campsite freezing. As you were about to go to your tent Pan stops you

“Where do you think you’re going?” He asked

“My tent?” You said in confusion

“No. Come on.” He said

You guys walked a little bit more always from the campsite finding a cabin, a nice one at that.

Pan opens it and signals you to come in, you do so.

“What’s this?” You asked

“It’s my cabin, we’ll mine and Wendy’s. If she was here.” He said looking down and turning on the fire place

You sat down near the fire place warming up yourself.

“What happened?” You asked

“I never felt this feeling so hard.” Pan said

“What feeling?” You asked curiously

“Wendy and I broke up. She said she doesn’t want me anymore.” He said

You were surprised, you thought it be the other way around.

“I’m sorry Pan, I had no idea.” You said

He grabbed a bottle from his cabinet and poured him a glass then sat next to you as he sipped it.

“Everybody told me so, they told me she would t last. But I kept denying it and kept telling myself they’re all lying. I feel like I sold my soul.” Pan said

“I thought she was nice.” You said not knowing what to say.

“Ha, she was the devil in form of a whore. She cheated multiple times with the pirates. She’d come back smelling like cigars and rum and had the audacity to kiss me after.” He said sipping some more

You got his hand and pushed his cup down from his mouth

“Just talk, don’t sip.” You said

“Why don’t you drink?” He asks you

“It’s not that I don’t drink, I do, just not all the time like you guys.” You said smiling

“What makes you not want to be like us? This is Neverland after all, you’re a lost girl.” He said

“I am, but when I don’t drink I’m forced to be alone with my thoughts, it’s terrifying yet exhilarating. It’s a challenge within myself. However a drink here and there never hurt anyone. But think about it, when you don’t drink you’re alone, with your thoughts and nothing else, when alcohol is consumed you are automatically thinking happy thoughts, kinda like pixie dust.” You said

Pan looked at you and started to get more curiouser and curiouser. He was going to find out about you, he needed to know about you.

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