#shh nobody look at this too deep okay
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Seven days a week: day 1
Kakashi x fem!reader.
smut, oral (fem!rec) mulitple orgasms, overstimulation, cervix fucking, squirting, creampie, unprotected sex, crying, mentions of crack (lmfao nobody smokes crack in this i promise)
*okay so this is my first time writing in almost a year, so hopefully im not too outta wack and this doesnt suck assholes.
“K-Kashiii— it’s too much… too deep” you cry out, hands pushing at Kakashi's toned stomach in a futile attempt to get him to slow down.
Kakashi ignores your cries, still pressing feather light kisses against your neck before sucking down on one of the hickeys that already cover the expanse of your neck. his pace never falters as he slams into you with so much speed and force your pushed up further and further on the bed each time his hips meet yours.
after a particularly rough mission that ended with Kakashi being hurt, lady Tsunade ordered the copy ninja to take a week off to recover and Kakashi planned to spend the entire week fucking you so good the only thought left in that pretty little head of yours was about how good his dick feels as it drags along your gummy walls.
“Shh, shh… you can take it." he murmured against your ear. "you gonna be my good girl and take every inch daddy has to offer, right?" he questions as his tip kisses your cervix over and over again, voice deep and low.
you're so fucked out at the point you don't know whether to nod or shake your head. you want to be good, you really do but you're already on your third orgasm of the night and you can barely keep your eyes open at this point. Kakashi looks like he's barely broken a sweat, damn him and his years of ninja training, his stamina being one of the things you love and hate the most about him.
“But it’s too much” you whine loudly, your walls clenching tightly around his fat cock, and he groans against your ear, hips stilling as he attempts holds himself back, wanting to drag the feeling of you walls fluttering around his dick for as long as he can, never knowing when he's going to be called away for another long mission.
he might have to go without the feeling of your tight cunt clenching down on him for days, weeks, maybe even months, so he's going to get his fill now and he doesnt care how hard you cry or how much you beg.
"just a little bit longer princess then we can take a break, just let me fuck you for a little while longer"
Kakashi pulls out until nothing but his tip his being swallowed by your greedy cunt, slamming his hips against yours and swallowing down the screams that fall from your lips.
"even after taking my dick over and over again, you're still so. fucking. tight" he grunts out the last three words, accompanying them with a sharp slam of his hips.
you're eyes flutter shut as your pushed over the edge once again, your body shaking and convulsing as your fourth orgasm rips through you. your legs wrap around Kakashi's waist, grinding clit against him as you ride out your orgasm.
"mmmpf—fuckkkk" Kakashi groans, pulling out at the very last second and wrapping his hand tightly around his dick, stopping the orgasm he knew was coming. he pushes your legs up, your feet dangling by your ears and gathers spit in his mouth.
he spits directly on your cunt, smirking to himself as he hears the guttural moan that slips past your lips. he watches as his spit drips from your clit down your slit and pools at your gaping entrance. he takes your swollen, sensitive clit into his mouth and sucks down... hard
your hands fly to his long silver strands as you push and pull at his hair, so high off the pleasure you're not sure if you want him to stop or keep going.
"K-kas...Kashi...Kashiiii" you slur, his name falling off of your lips over and over again like a mantra. Kakashi lets his tongue circle around your hole before pushing it in as deep as it'll go, his nose rubbing against your clit.
Kakashi slurps and sucks at your cunt, moaning against your puffy folds, the sweet taste of your slick on his tonuge is addictive, like crack in the 80s. (im so unserious its crazy)
he has to force his face away from your cunt when your cries get louder, more high pitched, and your grip on his hair tightens almost painfully, the telltale signs that you're close and Kakashi wants you to the two of you to cum together.
he strokes himself once, then twice before he's pushing his way past your entrance and into your gummy walls once again. it doesnt take long for his orgasm to approach once again. he brings one of his hands down and uses two of his fingers to rub fast, hard circles on your sticky clit.
a few more thrusts and you're crying out, toes curling, back arching off the bed as you cum for the fifth time, except this time your squirting on Kakashi's dick. the feeling of your slick flowing from you and onto Kakashi's length is what finally makes him cum. his thick, sticky seed paints your walls a delicious shade of white and when he eventually pulls out it drips from your pussy down to your ass and onto the soft, light blue sheets below you.
"shit" he hisses quietly, letting his forehead rest against yours, eyes glued to where the two of you connect, pushing his entire length back inside of you ignoring how sensitive he is, waiting to feel your walls wrapped around him just a little while longer.
I WROTE THIS, ME MYSELF AND I!!! dont steal my shit!!!!!
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How do you think Trolls World Tour would’ve played out if Branch reunited with Floyd who was living with the rock trolls but fled when he heard of Barb’s plan to find help to stop her only to run into Poppy and his little brother all grown up?
I think it perhaps would have played out a little something like this 🙂:
Between a Rock and a Hard Place (a Trolls fanfic)
“AAAHHHHHHH!”
The scream startled Branch and Poppy, the pair of them taken aback by the sight of their friend, Biggie, frantically scurrying through the crowd of Trolls in the Village’s clearing. The cause of his fear was made apparent when the Trolls noticed a fuzzy, bat-like creature zipping along right behind him, flapping its leathery, black wings persistently, her bugged red eyes fixed unwaveringly on him.
“Help!” Biggie cried out in desperation. “I’m being harangued by a monster!”
Giving up trying to outrun it, the big blue Troll crouched down and put his hands over his head, hoping it would perhaps go away. But, it didn’t. The creature beat its wings against him and made angry hissing sounds.
“Someone stop it!” he whimpered helplessly.
Luckily, as he’d wished, it was right at that moment that a shock of magenta hair whipped out and snatched the creature from the air. Relief passed through the Trolls, until they realized that it was not the Pop Queen who had grabbed the critter. In fact, it was nobody that the village knew.
But - standing there in the clearing donning black shorts with a large belt buckle, and a simple, black, pearl earring - the Troll seemed to know exactly what he was doing.
“Gotcha! Okay, shhh, shh… Now calm down,... who’s a good girl? You’re a good girl…”
The batty creature struggled in the newcomer’s grasp for a second, not appreciating being held steadfast, but quickly was soothed as the Troll rubbed its furry little belly and spoke hushedly. Pretty soon, its flapping had stopped entirely and purred, the vibration rumbling against his teal hand.
Once the others could sense no more imminent danger, they began to gather a little closer, whispering among themselves.
“Who is that?” Legsly asked, pointing at the new Troll. “And what is that thing he’s holding?” she added, referring to the critter.
“It’s creepy!” Cooper shuddered, shielding his eyes from the creature.
“It’s scary!” Satin and Chenille chimed at the same time.
“And… naAaAAasty,” Guy Diamond yelped in his techno-like voice.
“Hold me, Daddy!” Tiny Diamond whimpered in his deep voice, letting his father clutch him close for protection.
Suddenly realizing that all the attention had gone to him, the newcomer shrunk under everybody’s gaze, bashfully tucking his head down between his shoulders and allowing his magenta bangs to fall over his face, so that it shielded his left eye.
Branch’s eyes narrowed at him, though he could feel that his gaze was not as intense as he would’ve liked for it to be. Reason being, there was something strangely familiar about this Troll. What it was, though, he couldn’t pinpoint right away. That hair, that voice… he could’ve sworn he’d seen and heard it, if long ago in his memory.
As it turned out, it wasn’t a much different situation for the new Troll, either. He looked at him curiously, mirroring Branch by slightly tilting his head and narrowing his eyes, as if there too was something he was trying to figure out. It was only when he shifted his gaze down to the leafy green vest Branch was wearing that things clicked. Recognition seemed to flash across his face in an instant, the magenta-haired Troll lifting his eyes to meet Branch’s and looking as though he were about to say something. But before he could…
“‘To Queen Poppy’?” Poppy read aloud from a scroll that the creature had dropped on the ground. She was confused to see her name written on it, and continued to read. “’Barb, Queen of Rock, announces her One Nation of Trolls Under Rock World Tour. Bring your string to the biggest party in the world has ever seen.’” Poppy beamed. “Oh, don’t worry everyone. It’s an invitation!”
The Trolls chattered excitedly. A party? With games and presents and glitter galore? That sounded like fun!
“But why does she need our string?” Cooper questioned.
“And what does ‘Queen of Rock’ mean? Who is she?” Poppy asked aloud.
“You don’t wanna know.”
Poppy whirled around to face the newcomer, his silence having her almost forget entirely that he was even there. “Trust me,” he said again, “you don’t.”
The Pop Queen was startled to hear such a thing. “But… it’s a party!” she exclaimed.
“Not the kind you wanna go to,” the Troll replied without hesitation. “Not with what the Hard Rockers have planned…”
Poppy shook her head. “But who are they?”
“Nobody!” King Peppy shouted, hurrying into the crowd of Trolls, sidling up to his daughter’s side and tearing the invitation from her hand. He proceeded to crumble it in a frenzy, all while crying out hysterically. “Nobody saw anything! Nothing to see here!” He then turned to the magenta-haired Troll and began to shove him away. “Young man, go back to where you came from! Now, please!”
“Whoa, whoa, Dad!” Poppy called, touching her father on the shoulder. He yelped, jolting and looking at her wildly. Popy was baffled. Her Dad was kicking out a Troll? What in the world for? She took his hands in hers in and spoke soothingly to calm him. “Dad, what’s going on?”
King Peppy gazed deeply into her eyes for a moment, peering between her and the new Troll, and then sighed.
“Oh, Poppy,” he moaned, “I’ve long feared this day would come. I was hoping to protect you from this.”
Poppy raised an eyebrow. “Protect me?” she asked. “I’m not a little kid anymore, Dad. I’m the queen now.”
“You’re right,” King Peppy agreed, nodding slowly. “The truth is… we are not alone in this world…”
Mr. Dinkles made a spooky sound to accompany King Peppy’s explanation. Biggie stuck a finger in his pet form’s round mouth.
“Shhh!” Biggie said to his little friend.
“You see, there are other kinds of Trolls,” King Peppy told everyone. The Trolls around him were silent for a moment, taking this in. Other Trolls? What did King Peppy mean?”
“Wow, really?” Poppy said enthusiastically. “Dad, that’s great! The more Trolls, the merrier!”
The newcomer scoffed. “If only it were that easy,” he mumbled.
King Peppy cut his eyes to him, frowning. “Young man, this conversation does not involve you. I’ve asked you to leave once… don’t make me have to call security!” He jerked a thumb over to where Smidge was standing, the little Troll cracking her knuckles in anticipation of a potential scuffle.
The Troll gulped at the sight, and quickly stammered an explanation. “N-no! Please, I’m not here to cause trouble. I came here to help you guys.”
But when Peppy did not relax, and Poppy began to show signs of discomfort at the confrontation, Branch stepped in to enforce the matter.
“You heard him,” he stated simply, but with a hardness to his voice that spoke more volumes alongside the clenched fists at his side.
“I know,” he replied. “But I can’t just leave you guys in danger, Branch.”
“We’re more than capable of taking care of our - Wait, what?” Branch blinked, surprised to hear this stranger call him by name. How did he know who he was?
The Troll offered a gentle smile. “It’s been a while, bro.”
The blue Troll gasped, realizing exactly who this was and being unable to believe it. All the years he waited and waited, until he couldn't anymore, and now he was back? He could almost feel tears pooling in his eyes as a mix of conflicting emotions assaulted him.
Poppy saw the strong reaction coming from her friend, and cautiously spoke to the newcomer.
“I’m sorry... Who did you say you were, again?”
The newcomer let out a breath he was holding, tucked the bat creature under one arm and extended his other to Poppy to properly introduce himself.
“Forgive me for not doing this sooner. My name is Floyd,” he said, “and I’m Branch’s brother.”
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With the manner in which the Trolls in the clearing had erupted into a cacophony of noise - a mix of questions about the Troll-turned-sibling, panic-stricken worries over the idea of the existence of other strange Trolls, and even outright screaming - it came as no surprise that Peppy had ordered for them to break into a smaller group, to allow for a little more privacy.
It was here in the beautiful secluded grotto in the company of just Floyd, Poppy, Branch, and the Snack Pack that King Peppy wove a tale unlike any other that had been heard. A story of six Tribes of Trolls, each uniquely defined by their special taste in music - Techno, Funk, Classical, Country, Rock, and Pop - and how harmony had been created as a result of it. The harmony, however, was not meant to last. Intolerance sprouted like weeds, leading to discord, leading to the ultimate separation of each tribe. But perhaps the most striking part of the tale was the revelation of their own string - the Pop string, a gorgeous pink in color and producing an equally gorgeous sound, housing the very lifeforce that made them them - the toe-tapping, finger-snapping, rump-shaking Trolls they were.
“Ohh, I get it,” Poppy murmured, “Queen Barb wants to reunite the strings so that the Trolls Kingdom can be one big party again!” The Pop Queen grinned a little. She liked the sound of that!
But Floyd shook his head. “Um, no,” he disagreed gently. “Barb has no interest whatsoever in uniting the world. She wants to destroy it. And she’s going to do it one tribe at a time until there’s none left!” He picked up the invite from where it lay (a little wrinkled, but still legible) next to the ancient scroll that King Peppy had used to depict the tale. “These invitations were just the first step. A deception. And anyone who doesn’t give up their string is going to have it taken by force.” He looked at the bat critter in his hands and sighed. “I tried to stop the invite from even reaching you guys, but I guess I wasn’t fast enough to keep up with Debbie here…”
Poppy was stunned. “B-but… why would another queen use her power for evil? Didn’t anyone try to stop her?”
“The Hard Rockers are all on board,” Floyd explained. “She managed to convince everyone that this was the best thing to do for her people. They all believed her. Well, um… except for me. But then again, I was never a true Rock Troll from the start…”
Poppy snapped her fingers. “That’s riiiight… and that’s something else I’m not understanding…” She turned on her friend. “Branch! How come you never told me you have a secret brother?!”
The blue Troll frowned. “What’s there to tell? I have no brothers.”
Floyd was confused. “Branch, what are you talking about? Just take a look at us…”
It was true. Even by sight, there was a very distinct similarity between the two of them, from their teal skin, purple noses, round face shapes, and even slight downward curve of their ears.
But Branch crossed his arms defiantly. “I have no brothers,” he said again, emphasizing each syllable, “because the day you walked out on me, you lost the chance to ever call me that again.”
“Branch, please, believe me, I was going to come back, it’s just - “
“Just what?” Branch cut in, scoffing. “You’re a liar. You never followed through with your promise.”
Floyd fiddled with his fingers. “Well, um, I mean, I’m here now, aren’t I?”
“Uh-huh… twenty years TOO LATE!” Branch turned to the others in the grotto. “Why should we believe someone like this? For all we know, he could be a spy for these ‘Hard Rock’ Trolls!” He searched his friends’ faces. Silently taking it all in, Biggie, Smidge, Cooper, Guy Diamond, and Legsly were a mixture of uncertainty and concern, not sure what to make of it.
King Peppy spoke up for them. “Branch,” he said gently, “I certainly see where you’re coming from. But… are you willing to put our tribe in danger because of it?” He shook his head. “I’m sorry, but it’s a risk I’m not willing to take.” He then waved to the Trolls. “Hurry now! We must prepare before Barb arrives! We’ve got no time to lose!”
“Dad, wait!” Poppy cried, trying to stop her him and her friends as they shuffled off. “Guys, come on! Just because they’re different doesn’t mean that the solution is fighting! Branch, help me out here, say something!”
Branch marched right by her. “Wait for me!” he called out. But as he scurried by, he was grabbed by the arm.
“Branch, wait,” Floyd pleaded. Then he turned to Poppy. “Could you, uh… give us a minute?” he asked politely.
Branch wanted to protest, but he groaned, and did not put up a fight. “I’ll meet you in a second, Poppy,” he said with a roll of his eyes.
“Oh! Um, okay…” She trudged off, sparing one last glance at them before heading off in the direction her father had gone. The two boys were left there in an awkward, tense silence.
Floyd broke it first, clearing his throat. “Wow… you’ve really grown into that vest of mine. You’re… a man now.”
Branch kept his back turned to him as he answered tersely. “Just goes to show how long it’s been.”
Floyd sighed. “Look, Branch, I know that nothing I can say is a valid enough excuse for what happened. I guess I just got so caught up with my solo career once the Rock Trolls took me in. But I swear that there wasn’t a day that went by that I didn’t think about you.” He chuckled for a second. “Remember how we used to make up songs and dances? It was a lot of fun.”
It was, Branch recalled, almost wanting to smile, but he composed himself. “That’s all in the past,” he said coldly, turning to look him right in the eye. “And besides, actions speak louder than words. And the fact is that you never came back.”
Branch felt a tug at his heart when Floyd winced, hurt by his words. But then again, they were words of truth.
“You’re right,” Floyd said, “Actions do speak louder than words. And here I am now, trying to save my little brother from something that I know for sure is going to harm him. Because I want him to be safe. It was a mistake to leave him the first time. And I don’t want to lose him again.”
Branch felt himself loosening. He wanted to keep up the wall of ice he built around himself should any of his brothers try to come back into his life. But not even those walls were immune to the warmth of Floyd’s kindness. “I really want to believe you, Floyd,” he whispered, “I just don’t know if I can…”
“Then let's just take things one step at a time, okay?” And when Branch nodded, Floyd took the opportunity to extend his arms out, allowing Branch to decide whether he wanted to make a move or not.
It didn’t take long to come to that decision, though. Branch embraced Floyd in a replica of that very same night that he had left him. He squeezed tightly, wanting to confirm his physical presence, and afraid to let go should he have been a mirage this entire time.
“Awww…”
The pair broke apart, finding Poppy cooing at the scene. She grinned sheepishly upon realizing she’d intruded on the private moment.
“Oh! I’m sorry…”
“It’s all right, Poppy,” Branch assured. “We’re just about done here.”
“Oh, good,” she breathed in relief. “Well, I mean, because, I wanted to talk to you guys about Barb. We’ve gotta stop her!”
“Can’t say I disagree with the endgoal here, but the trouble comes in the ‘how,’” Floyd pointed out.
“Well, we can think about it as we get everyone safely hidden away in the bunker,” Branch said, waving them to follow.
“Bunker?” Floyd asked, coming up alongside his brother.
“Oh, it’s the coolest thing ever!” Poppy gushed. “It’s underground, and it’s got all these tunnels and rooms, and trapdoors, and… and so much cool stuff!”
Floyd beamed. “Wow, so you built the hideout, huh? I’m proud of you, Branch.”
“Hideout?” The Pop Queen echoed, curious.
There was a hint of a bashful blush in the blue Troll’s cheeks as he shrugged in reply.
“Heh, well, it’s not that big of a deal…”
“Of course it is,” Floyd countered, bumping his elbow against his. “Did you even add the ten-story waterslide?”
Poppy gasped. “A waterslide in the bunker? That sounds amazing!”
But Branch shook his head. “Nah.”
“But then, how do you shower?”
Branch answered his brother’s teasing question with a little smirk. “I bathe.”
#trolls#trolls 3#trolls band together#floyd trolls#branch trolls#poppy trolls#trolls 2#trolls world tour#dreamworks#fanfiction#kittyball writes#thanks for the ask!#kittyball answers#100+
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My Love - Carlisle Cullen x GN!Reader
A/N: i do not feel comfortable writing SH, so this is just what happens afterward :)
Summary: Depressed!reader relapsed into self harming. Having nobody else to turn to, they go to the Cullen house and Carlisle is the only one home. Being the amazing doctor he is, he takes good care of them.
Word count: 2.1k
Warnings: swan!reader (no pronouns used), self harm, self hatred, depression, sh relapse, crying, panic attacks, angst (obviously), hurt comfort
divider from: @saradika-graphics
I walked out of my room, going next door to the only bathroom in the house. Charlie’s at work and Bella is out somewhere with Edward, or maybe Jake? I can’t remember honestly. Wanting to witness just how bad I looked, I turned to the mirror. In the mirror was not me, from what I could see through my blurry eyes, it was a red-faced idiot. I hate seeing myself like this. I couldn’t look at myself any longer, I turned on the faucet and grabbed a washcloth, running it under the cool water. I tried to slow my breathing, taking a deep breath as I brought the washcloth to my face, but it came out shaky.
After a few minutes of trying to make myself look most presentable, I decided I can't be alone right now. I need to talk to someone, not even about the problems I have going on right now. I just need a distraction and something else to focus on, instead of being disappointed in myself for doing this.
In a slight haze, I didn't even realize where I was going until I pulled into the driveway. I looked out the window to see the large, fancy house in the middle of the woods. I didn't call or message anyone ahead of time, I wasn't thinking clearly enough for that. But the Cullens wouldn't mind. Sure, I was human but having Bella as my sister automatically made me close with the family; they’re my friends as well as hers. I glanced one last time at myself in the rearview mirror, making sure I didn't look too wrecked, before getting out of the car and walking to the door.
I took a deep breath before knocking. Before I could touch the door, it swung open to reveal the head of the household.
As soon as I saw his expression, I knew there was no hiding anything. Being human, Carlisle could smell my distinct scent before he even opened the door, but I knew he could smell my blood too. Or more specifically the fresh cuts along my arms.
“Carlisle… I-” My voice barely a whisper, my eyes were already starting to water again as I tried to speak, and my hands were playing with the cuff of my long sleeves.
“Are you alright?” The blonde questioned me, even though he already knew the answer. When I tried to speak up again, the tears just started flowing again. I couldn't stop them. Without anymore words, Carlisle gently pulled me into a hug. It wasn't warm or bone-crushing, it was soft, comforting and familiar. My hands balled into fists on the back of his sweater, and the front of his shirt was growing damp with my tears. One of his cold hands were lightly rubbing my back, trying to comfort me. All while I could hear him whispering that it was all okay because he was here now.
Without letting me go, Carlisle pulled me closer, with one had slipping into my hair, he moved us into the house and shut the door. His comforting voice was quiet and soft became like white noise. My head wouldn't shut up! Thoughts racing with all the anxiety and self hatred I've been feeling.
“Shh, shh, shh… it’s alright, darling. I’m here. You’re okay, love…” Normally his nicknames for me would turn my insides to mush and make my knees weak; in the current situation, I didn't even realize he called me such sweet things, I couldn't even hear him. It was getting harder to breathe, my lungs struggling to even gasp through the tears as yet another panic attack racked through my body. Even as I held onto Carlisle as tight as was humanly possible, I couldn't stop trembling.
When he realized I couldn't hear him, he pulled back from the hug. My arms on his sides, trying to stay on him for any small amount of grounding, and his cold hands moved to my face, holding it gently. He tipped up my head, forcing me to look him in the eyes.
“Breathe with me… come on:” Speaking gently, his slight english accent more prominent as he was focusing on my state.
“In… and out… in… and out…” He pretended to breathe with me, dramatically raising and dropping his shoulders, until I gained enough breathe to not be gasping and struggling. Using his thumbs, he wiped away the falling tears from my cheeks.
With the feeling of his icy hands on my face, soft sweater beneath my palms and quiet voice in my ears, I started to calm down. My breath came back to almost normal, my crying slowed down to only a few tears and I was shaking a lot less than before.
Carlisle wouldn’t move until he had calmed me down at least mostly. When he saw the progress we had made, he pulled me into another hug. I buried my face in his chest, once again all but clawing at his back. I was so embarrassed that he had to see me in this state; this isn't his problem, it's mine. He shouldn't have to deal with this. I mumbled apologies into his now damp shirt.
“What was that, sweetheart?” He questioned, yet made no movement to push me away, he wanted me to move at my own speed. I pushed my forehead against his chest, so my mouth was free to speak without being muffled anymore.
“...I said… I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, Carlisle. I didn't mean to come hear and annoy you. I'm sure you're super busy and I just had nowhere else to go. And I just-” Carlisle once again cupped my face in his hands, only moving it so I could look up into his golden eyes.
“Don’t apologize. Please don't apologize, my love. You have nothing to worry about.” He reassured me. I knew he meant it but that bad part of my brain was convinced he was lying.
“...May I see?” He questioned, worried to overstep a boundary but the doctor in him was too overwhelmed with the need to help me. I didn't want to show him. He shouldn't have to deal with this, I can clean myself up. I can take care of myself… I always have…
After shifting my gaze to our feet, I slowly nodded. His hands moved to one of my forearms; one holding my arm gently and the other rolling up my sleeve. I couldn’t look at them. Instead, I was focusing on the wall to our side. The window, the trees outside, the doorway to the kitchen. Anything but my arm as I could feel a light finger proding near the open cuts.
“Come on, darling. Let’s go to my office.” He moves his hand to hold mine as I followed him to the office. He sits me down on his desk and walks away to gather the necessary supplies. I didn't even want him to move away that far.
The tears start to silently flow again when he brings a little bowl with bandages in it over and slowly moves to pull up my sleeves again. I look down in shame but when I see the red on my arms, the tears flow a little harder and instead I try to focus on the trees outside. It's easy with windows that big.
It’s too quiet as he starts to clean my arms. Too quiet when I wince at the sting of the wet gauz meeting the fresh cuts. Justs too quiet as my brain starts to overthink again.
“I’m sorry, Carlisle…” I say to the tree out the window, my voice a little shaky.
“Darling… look at me.” He stops tending to my wounds to focus on my face. I slowly look at his; still ashamed of what I did and this whole situation. Eventually, I met his gaze.
“You do not need to be sorry, my love. I’m glad you came to me; that I am the one taking care of you. You never need to apologize to me, you know I am happy to take care of you… you know I'm here for you, sweetheart.” My tears slowed only because my body was running out of tears to cry; yet a huge sadness grew in me. Even more than what was there before. I know he doesn't feel the same about me, but hearing him say those things -- the bad part of my brain interpreted them as a paternal taking-care-of. My mind was too clouded to see how wrong I actually was…
When everything went quiet again, he looked back down and continued working on my arms. I couldn’t bring myself to respond; I had nothing to say. I couldn’t tell him why I relapsed, or else I would send myself into another spiral. I couldn’t tell him my feelings; we were already in such a vulnerable situation, I really couldn’t risk that. I couldn’t say anything; so I didn’t.
Earlier, I think Carlisle noticed how I only started to calm down once I had an anchor; once I had him to focus on. So, he began to hum. I didn't recognize the song, I could barely think right now. I just liked focusing on the sound of his voice. It’s such a nice voice; I could listen to him all day, if he let me…
My gaze roamed all over the man in front of me. His golden eyes were focused on the arms I didn't dare look at again. His pale skin looking so smooth and soft, I just wanted to hold his face in my hands. The pale pink of his lips barely moving as he hums the nameless song. His blonde hair looking so perfect –too perfect– I was tempted to run my hands through it just to mess it up. He just… looked like an angel. My guardian angel.
After he cleaned my arms, he wrapped them snuggly, but not tightly, in some bandages. As Carlisle moved to dispose of the bloody cloths, I finally looked at my forearms. Only glancing down once I knew all the red was gone and the bandages were in place. I used my right hand to lightly run my fingers of the bandage on my left forearm. I could feel a faint sting of the fresh wounds, but it isn't painful anymore.
“Carlisle…” I whispered, not bothering to look up. He turned around and grabbed both of my hands. I still didn't look up; now choosing to focus on how his cold hands almost engulfing mine.
“Come, why don't we go into the other room?” he gently asked, using one hand to gently tip my chin up with his pointer finger. His eyebrows slightly raised as if he were waiting for an answer.
“...Thank you” I finally spoke, looking right into his eyes so I know he understood how much this means to me and how genuine my thanks were. We both know that didn't really answer his question; he seems to understand me perfectly though. With a small smile, he pulls up both my hands so my forearms are eyelevel with me. He leans down to the left side and gently kisses the middle of my forearm, right on the bandage.
“You’re welcome, my love.” He leans up to look me in the eye as he speaks before moving to do the same on my right arm. I want to cry. Not just for that sweet moment but how patient and kind he has always been to me, especially today. I don't think he knows how much he means to me; and I'm too scared to even tell him.
“C’mon, let’s go,” He repeats, helping me off his desk and into the living room. He pulls a thick blanket off the back of the couch and wraps me up as he sits me down. I watch as he leaves the room for one second and returns with a book in hand. My favorite book… He remembered?
Sitting next to me on the couch, he goes to open the book but before he can, I scoot closer to him so we’re shoulder-to-shoulder. I try to throw half of the blanket over his lap, but somewhat fail miserably. He laughs it off and gives me a quiet thanks as he pulls the blanket over his legs and helps me get comfortable. I kick off my shoes and pull my feet onto the couch, gently resting my head on his shoulder as he moves to open the book once more; this time succeeding and holding it somewhat in between us, so I can see the words. As if I don't have them memorized by now.
The last thing I remember from that long, tiring day was the pounding in my head finally subsiding as my eyes drifted shut. The absolute serenity and comfort I felt in the moment was unreal. I have never felt more safe than when I'm with Carlisle, especially on days like these: gently falling into some well-deserved sleep while listening to his voice.
#carlisle cullen x reader#carlisle cullen fanfiction#carlisle cullen#twilight fanfiction#twilight renaissance#twilight
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Tomorrow's promise
Pairing: Daryl Dixon × reader, Rick Grimes × sister reader
Warnings: Swearing, usual violence against zombies
Chapter: 3.01
You wipe the blood off your knife with an old cloth, then toss the fabric onto a table. You weren’t planning on staying in the abandoned house long—maybe a couple of days at most—before moving on. It was hard to keep track of time while living life out on the road and in constant fear of being in danger, but since Lori was nearing the end of her pregnancy, you’d say it had been at least seven or eight months since you left the farm. Jace had grown and become heavier in the last few months as well, which made carrying him in a sling a little more painful than before, but you had become used to the strain on your back.
Since you thought you’d lost him the night the farm was overrun, you hardly let Jace out of your sight. You didn’t like it when anyone else held him for too long, and at night you hardly slept, terrified another horde would come crashing through.
Walking into the living room, where the rest of your group sits in silence, you watch as Rick snatches a can of dog food Carl was about to eat into the fireplace.
You watch Daryl as he plucks feathers from a dead owl; the bird looks clean, which leads you to believe he hunted it himself. If it wasn’t for Daryl’s scavenging and hunting skills, your group would have starved a long time ago.
T-dog stands, motioning to the back door, “We gotta go, walkers.”
As quietly as they can, everyone grabs their belongings and makes their way back to the vehicles. Just as you climb into the back seat beside Carl, the walkers reach the house.
—
Some time later, the cars pull over on the side of a road surrounded by nothing but trees. When you step outside the car, your nephew immediately pulls the gun from its holsters, and holding it loosely in his hands, he begins to run towards Rick. It was one thing to run from walkers with a gun in your hand, but Carl was going to end up blowing his foot off if he wasn’t careful. His dad had warned him multiple times about doing it, but he was still just a kid.
“Carl, watch what you’re doing.”
He slows down and waves his hand. “Sorry, Aunt Lily.”
Lori shakes her head and slams down the boot of the trunk. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t tell my son what to do.”
“He was running with a gun in his hands,” you snap.
Rick gives you a pleading look. You and Lori hardly spoke now, but when you did more often than not, it would end in a heated argument. Without even knowing all the facts, she blamed you for Shane’s death, and you were convinced that deep down Lori loved him and not Rick.
Most of your group gathers around the hood of the car furthest away from you while discussing where you would travel next. You need to find somewhere secure and fast before Lori goes into labor. Beth and Carl were keeping a lookout for walkers, which meant you had some privacy to stand up and feed Jace.
You had only found a small supply of baby food and formula milk, and with your own lack of food and water, your breast milk was starting to dry up.
Once Jace has finished feeding you, fix your bra and vest top before putting him back into the sling. You step out to join the others, and you notice Glenn nudging Daryl.
Daryl turns and calls out, “Going on a hunt with Rick; are you coming?”
“Sure.”
—
“Remind me again why you’re hunting with us.” Rick teases. “Mom couldn’t even get you to help pull the weeds in the garden.”
“Ain’t nobody dying from weeds in the garden. Besides, Daryl offers to teach me how to hunt.”
Daryl had been walking slightly ahead since you found the train tracks. When Jace makes a babbling sound, you brush his hair back and coo, “Shh, it’s okay.”
“You know, you could have left him back at the car with Lori.”
You glare at Rick. There was a risk of walkers hearing his cries no matter where you went, and truthfully, your son would be much safer with Rick and Daryl nearby.
You notice Daryl comes to a standstill; when you get closer, he points to a prison on the opposite side of a small river. He motions to the dead roaming the prison grounds and says, “That's a shame.”
“How many do you think there are?”
“Hard to say.”
You look up at Rick and ask, “Do you think we could clear it?”
Smiling, he nods. “You two stay here; I’m going to get the others.”
—
Using bolt cutters, Rick puts a hole in the prison fence big enough for everyone to squeeze through, then ties it together again with wires.
You make it to the gate leading into the prison yard. “Now what?”
Being attracted to the noise of people running, the walkers stared at the fences. Luckily, the metal fence was strong enough to keep them at bay. There were two different parts to the prison yard; one was a small grassy field and the other was on concrete ground. They were separated by another fence, but the gate between them was open, letting walkers roam between them.
“It’s perfect,” Rick says. “If we can shut that gate and prevent more from filling the yard, we can pick off these walkers. We’ll take the field by tonight.”
“So how do we shut the gate?” Hershel asks.
Glenn puts himself forward and says, “I’ll do it. You guys cover me.”
“No,” Maggie shakes her head, “it’s a suicide run.”
You pick up a long pole off the ground; one of the ends has already been sharpened into a weapon. Once you had a good grip on it, you slid it through the fence, stabbing a walker in the head and saying, “Not if we kill some of these bastards beforehand.”
Rick points further down the path that you’d just come up from. “Glenn, you, Maggie, and Beth, draw as many as you can over there. Pop ‘em through the fence. Daryl goes back to the other tower. Carol, you’ve become a pretty good shot. Just take your time; we don’t have a lot of ammo to waste. Hershel, you and Carl take this tower. I’ll run for the gate.”
“You can’t go alone; you need cover.”
Rick starts to protest, “You can’t—”
“You’re a mad man. Rick, I’m not going to let you do it alone. They’re too many of them.”
Hearing what you just said, Daryl backs up and says, “I’ll take the little man if you’re running. He’ll be safer on higher ground anyway.”
You kiss Jace on the head before handing him and the makeshift sling over to him. Once he’s got Jace securely in his arms, Daryl moves fast to get to his position in the tower.
You go and stand by the gate with Rick. “Are you ready?”
He lets out a chuckle. “No, but we need to be.”
Lori looks at you both but says nothing as she opens the gate, then closes it soon as you step over the threshold.
Most of the walkers are distracted by the sounds of gunshots or the noise further down the fence, but the once’s surrounding the next gate are coming towards you fast. You do your best to kill as many as you can by using the pipe as a weapon rather than wasting ammo, but when too many start to surround you, you and Rick both begin to shoot at them.
You mercilessly managed to hold the walkers back while Rick managed to close the next gate, sealing off the yard.
He grabs your wrist, pulls you into the guard tower with him, and slams the door shut. When you reach the top, you smile, seeing that most of the walkers have already gone down.
—
You sit cross-legged on a flipped-over prison van, keeping an eye leading up the path to the first gate leading into the yard, while softly singing to Jace, who was falling asleep in your arms. It had been a long time since your group had so much space to roam freely and eat a decent amount of food. Since there was actually time to cook over a campfire, Hershel made a meal out of a few different tins from his backpack. It still wasn’t a lot between eleven people, but it was the most you had in weeks.
“I can take over if you want,” Daryl says, climbing up.
It was late; Carl and T-dog had already fallen asleep, and the last you wanted was them waking up to Jace screaming beside them again. So you think it was better if you kept a little distance. “I’m good, thanks.”
“The food disappears fast around here; I guess little Shane over there has quite the appetite.”
You swat at his arm. “Don’t be mean.”
Daryl raises his brows and says, “I’m right, aren’t I?”
“Did Rick tell you?”
“Pfft, I have eyes and ears.”
You sigh. Daryl was very perceptive and noticed things maybe the others hadn’t, or simply chose to ignore. “My brother, he’s strong, but I know it’s killing him.”
“What about you? It can’t be easy seeing her every day.”
His question throws you slightly. Shane’s gone, and Lori’s going to spend the rest of her life carrying around this secret, with everyone silently judging her and to you that felt punishment enough. “I’ve made my peace with it; the only thing I care about now is making sure the kids never find out.”
He gives you a doubtful look.
Rick was a good man; he didn’t even know if the baby was his, but he was still doing his best to find a safe place for the kid and Lori to live. “Besides, the only thing killing me right now is my back,” you joke, attempting to lighten the mood.
“What’s wrong with it?"
“Nothing except carrying around tiny humans all day, which apparently isn’t shoulder blade friendly.”
He snorts out a laugh. “This little dude? Never.”
Using your free hand, you cover your mouth to hold back a giggle as Daryl begins to massage your back, making you blush like a schoolgirl.
—
In the morning, Rick, T-dog, Daryl, Maggie, and Glenn moved in to clear the next part of the lesion yard.
You hand Jace to Carl and say, “Take him and go stand further back from the fence, okay? And if anything happens, you run straight into one of the guard towers and lock the door.”
He nods, “Yes, ma’am.”
You laugh at his choice of words and ruffle his hair before turning your attention back to the fence. You begin to rattle the fence to draw walkers close enough to stab them in the head.
Some of the walkers were former prison officers, which made them harder to kill since they still had their riot gear on, but Maggie was managing to pull their helmets back and stab them from underneath the chin.
“Shit!”
You rush over to T-dog and stab the walker who got ahold of his weapon in the eye. He pats you on the shoulder before resuming to kill walkers.
“Where did they go?” Lori says.
You shoot your head up and notice they are gone. “They must have gone inside.”
—
After what feels like hours, your brother reappears and leads you all inside to cell block C.
Each cell had bunk beds, and even though there was plenty of space, it was advised to bunk up with someone for safety purposes. Everyone, aside from Daryl, who had decided to sleep on top of the staircase leading to the next level up.
You notice Carl carrying an armful of mattresses down the stairs and into the cell you were going to sleep in. “What’s going on, munchkin?”
He drops some onto the ground, saying, “These are for Jace, and the others are for my mom.”
Lori would definitely need the extra comfort once she gave birth. “Well, aren’t you sweet?”
He shrugs, “It was Daryl’s idea.”
You look up at the doorway and see the man in question standing there. He shrugs. “I just thought since the cell doors can still close over the mattresses, Jace would be able to crawl around on the floor without bumping his head on shit.”
“Thanks; I never would have thought of that.”
Once the mattresses are on the ground, you let Jace down and smile, watching as he looks around the cell, curious.
—
Anxiously, you pace back and forth, waiting for the rest of your group to return to cell block C. Your brother was leading a part of your group that had split off to search the rest of the prison, clearing out any walkers that they came across. Hopefully they would find some food, ammo, and medicine.
“Lily?”
Instinctively, you roll your eyes upon hearing Lori call your name. Jace looks peaceful sleeping; you would feel guilty waking him. “Carol, do you mind watching him for a minute?”
“Sure,” she smiles.
You walk into the cell Lori is sleeping in and are surprised to see how scared she looks as she rubs at her bump. “I know I have absolutely no right to ask you for any favors."
“That’s an understatement.”
“I haven’t felt the baby move in days, which means I could have lost it.”
You sit down beside her on the bed, now understanding why she was so scared. “How long has it been?”
“A few days,” she answers plainly.
You swallow thickly, not really knowing what to say. “There’s maybe nothing wrong; hell, I didn’t even feel Jace until he came out.”
She scoffs. “I’m being serious, Lily; if I turn, I need you to put me down. Not Rick, not Carl. It would destroy them.”
“It won’t come to that.”
She shakes her head, tears welling in her eyes. “I know it, okay? This pregnancy isn’t the same as my last one; I know something is wrong. And if me and this baby are dead, just promise me you’ll do what needs to be done. Don’t let my boy see me as one of those things.”
“I—I—”
“Please, I am begging you.”
You attempt to comfort Lori by squeezing her hand. “I promise, if it comes to it, I’ll pull the trigger.”
#the walking dead#daryl dixon x reader#daryl dixon x you#tomorrow’s promise#Daryl Dixon/you#Daryl Dixon/reader#daryl dixon fanfiction#rick grimes x sister reader#the walking dead x reader#the walking dead fanfic#twd fanfiction
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Size kink with Jaehyun or Johnny
w!: size kink (+ fingering, praise kink, hand around throat)
a/n: sorry jae but size kink belongs to johnny
Johnny loves how small you are compared to him. One way or another he always makes sure to remind you how big and strong he is. And that makes your knees buckle not only because it’s hot but also because you feel protected.
It’s how your hands aren’t even half as big as his. How his clothes look so large when you put them on. How easy it is for him to move you around, just wrapping his arm around you and moving you however he likes. And you love that when you’re with him you know nobody can do anything to you.
But he loves it the most when he’s fucking you.
Johnny can have you in any position he wants; against a wall, while standing, with your face buried against the bedsheets, anywhere and in any way. And your little whimpers when he manhandles you like this, make him go insane.
He loves how your body shivers in anticipation as soon as he towers over you, looking down to meet your sweet eyes before you whisper that you need him to fuck you dumb, now.
So, he wraps an arm around you and lifts you up with ease; strong, defined muscles flexing as he carries you to the bedroom, ready to turn you into a mess under him.
Johnny starts with his fingers, one hand keeping your leg spread and the other buried deep inside of you. “Need to get you stretched for me, baby. You don’t want my cock to hurt, right?”
You nod, moaning lowly as his long fingers curl inside your wet pussy. They reach so deep inside of you and bring you to the climax so fast, making your hips shift away from him when you feel like it’s getting too much.
“No, baby, stay here,” he purrs, his other hand moving to place on top of your tummy, covering most of your skin and pressing you down as his fingers keep moving inside of you, stretching you more. “You’re not going anywhere.”
Only when he’s satisfied, and sure that you’re ready, his fingers pull out, leaving you unsatisfied without the second orgasm.
Johnny loves seeing you like this, small and vulnerable under him, dripping on the sheets, all hot and excited just for him. But the thing that drives him absolutely insane is the way you look at him once he’s also naked and his big cock sits on your tummy, reaching past your belly button. You don’t say it anymore, knowing that somehow it fits inside of you and brings you to heaven every time, but Johnny can see in your eyes that there’s always that fear that it won’t.
“Oh, baby, it’s okay,” he coos, one hand around your hip, caressing it gently. “You know it’ll fit. I always make it fit.”
You hum, throwing your head back when the tip pushes past your slit before he slips inside completely, stretching you and filling you to the brim.
“Too big,” you cry out, hands desperately searching for him.
Johnny smiles, leaning down to kiss you, broad body covering yours completely. “You can take it,” he shushes, kissing your cheeks. “You’re my good girl and you can take it.” And then his hands grab your wrists, locking them over your head with just one hand, pinning you down against the mattress.
“Fuck,” you moan when he starts to move his hips against you, feeling like he’s splitting you in half. Your hips buck against his, body squirming and trembling under his firm hold.
“Shh, pretty, you’re doing so good,” he praises you, voice deep but sweet.
Your mind goes blank when his other hand wraps around your neck. Johnny never presses, he just loves to see his hand around it and remind you once again how small you are compared to him. He could squeeze and dim the flow of air, see you struggle for air, but he doesn’t. He doesn’t need to choke you to have you gasping under him, just his body pressing against you, slamming hard on your tiny body is enough to turn you into a mess.
“Feel you – umh – so deep,” you moan, glossy eyes looking at his while your nails dig in your own skin as he still keeps your hands locked above your head.
“Good, baby. I want you to – fuck – feel me everywhere,” Johnny groans, starting to move faster, knowing you’re close, hand moving from your neck to wrap around your waist, pushing you further down against the mattress. “I’ll fuck you so deep that your little pussy will feel me even when I’m not deep inside you.”
“Close,” you mutter, eyes rolling in the back of your head, moans coming out of your mouth louder and body twitching under his.
“Come around my cock, baby,” he orders, watching as you fall apart underneath him, moaning his name and squirming. “Good girl, my fucking good girl,” he moans before coming too, watching as his cum rolls out of you as soon as he pulls out.
“Come here, babe,” Johnny whispers, pulling your body close to his, spooning you. “You okay?” He asks, caressing your wrists and leaving kisses on your forehead.
“Never felt better,” you reply before snuggling closer to him, loving the way his broad chest shields you, and inhaling deeply his scent. “Maybe you could carry me to the shower, I don’t think I can walk there.”
Johnny chuckles, kissing your cheek. “I’ll carry you everywhere you want, baby. Even if I didn’t just fucked you dumb.”
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looking at 24/43 👀
Thanks for the prompts! :)
24. “we’ll face this together” kisses / 43. “we’ll get through this” kisses
Stolitz | ~690 words | Teen and Up | Angst, pining, self-hatred, mental health issues, character study, crying, alternating/mirrored POV
On AO3
Long, black, slender fingers curling around wrinkled bed sheets, and tears streaming down soft feathers.
Shaky, scarred hands pulling up a blanket to hide from the world—tears running down smooth cheeks.
“I'm scared, Blitz.” “I'm scared, Stolas.”
Murmured, muffled against a pillow.
“I know.” “I know.”
And the ghost sensation of fingers wiping away tears.
“She wants to take everything away. She wants to take Octavia away. She won't stop until I'm dead.”
“I can't stop hurting the people I love most. I feel like I was born doomed. No matter what I do, I'm going to die alone.”
“Shhh…”
“Shh, shh, it's okay.”
“I'm here, Stolas. I won't let her hurt you again.”
“I'm here, Blitzø. I'm not going anywhere.”
The comfort only makes Stolas cry harder, curling closer to Blitz. Desperately craving the physical closeness; needing to be taken care of. Feeling like, maybe, all this pain is worth it if it means he can have Blitz's affection.
It's so hard to believe that Stolas means it—that he won't leave. Blitzø can't help the sobs that escape him. He doesn't deserve this, but he wants it. Hell, he craves this so badly it feels like it might kill him.
“No matter what comes. We'll face this together, okay?” Blitz murmurs, kissing Stolas’ forehead delicately. Stolas nods through the tears, burrowing closer to his chest. Blitz's warmth permeates his body, sinking deep into him, and, for the first time in who knows how long, Stolas feels safe. Feels wanted, and cared for, and cherished.
“I know you're scared, Blitzø. But you won't scare me away. And if ever you feel afraid again, I'll be here.” There's a soft kiss pressed to his temple, and then Stolas says, “We'll get through this together, as many times as it takes.” The hope that Stolas’ words awaken in him is terrifying, but Blitzø can't help but cling to it, desperate to believe it's true.
If only this was real… Oh, if only it was real.
Inevitably, the warmth against his chest fades, leaving Stolas curled up around nothing. Nothing but cold bedsheets and the imagined presence of someone who isn't here to comfort him, or to cradle him gently and envelop him in warmth; someone who, perhaps, never will.
He isn't really here, of course. Why would he be? To listen to Blitzø bitch and moan about his stupid issues? He scoffs. He's only torturing himself by imagining that Stolas could ever care about someone like him.
His bed is too big, too empty. The vast, hollow loneliness that engulfs him threatens to suffocate him. It makes Stolas feel small—insignificant—invisible. He's screaming, but nobody listens. Nobody cares.
He's curled up on the shitty couch he calls a bed—all alone in the darkness of his and Loona's flat. No one to witness his pitiful display of self-loathing. And still, somehow, Blitzø feels like he's taking up more space than he deserves. Like, maybe, Hell would be a better place if he just wasn't here at all.
He can't breathe.
He aches.
Drowning—sinking deeper and deeper into sorrow and despair.
Not knowing how to stop feeling so wrong inside—so useless and broken beyond repair.
Aching for a life past appearances and duties; past the facade of a fabricated smile.
Hoping he could start over and turn his life around. Make amends. Soften his rough edges, and not be so terrified to let his walls down.
Yearning for something, anything he can hold onto. A version of himself that feels genuine and free.
A life where he hasn't fucked up everyone who's made the mistake of getting close to him.
A life where he can laugh, and have sex, and cuddle, and be silly. Where he can be spontaneous, adventurous, real.
A life where he's worth something. Where he's worth keeping around.
A life that is vibrant and fulfilling.
A life that feels safe.
… A life with Blitz.
A life with Loona, and Moxxie, and Millie, and Fizz, and…
… And Stolas.
A life he fears he might never have.
A life he knows he will never deserve.
#helluva boss#Stolitz#Blitzwhore writes#stolas x blitz#blitz x stolas#stolitz fanfic#Stolitz angst#helluva boss fanfiction
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Because we all love protective dad!Loki... Here, have a small drabble. 😁 The idea just came into my mind and I thought it would be very sweet - and funny. 😊
Ella
"Alright, guys! Are we ready to go?" Tony's voice echoed over the landing place of the Quinjet. He was dressed in his suit, ready for the upcoming mission. When he reached the small group of Avengers, which were going to join him, he started to frown - what nobody else could see, of course. Tony had counted three people, not four. Clint was there, alongside Scott and Peter, but yes... Somebody was missing. The billionaire rolled annoyed his eyes. "Where's Reindeer Games?" Clint shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know. I didn't see him this morning." The other agreed. "Me too, Mr. Stark." "No idea." An annoyed groan left Tony's lips. "Thumbelina, Spider-Boy, go get him, please. Thank you." With those words he marched to the Quinjet, Clint following him. "Come on, Peter." Scott and Peter made their way back inside the compound and towards the apartment of Loki and Y/N. Scott knocked. Gently at first, but when he got no answer, he banged his fist harder against the door. "Loki?! Where are you?! We are all waiting for-" Lang got cut off, as the door in front of him got ripped open. "Shhh!" Loki hissed at the men in front of him aggressively. He was wearing nothing but grey sweatpants, hanging low on his hips. Loki's raven hair was tugged back behind his ears, revealing his sharp cheekbones and jawline. The reason why he was shirtless? He had cradled Ella - his three-month-old daughter against his chest. The baby girl wore a pink onesie, her chubby legs neatly pressed against her father's ribcage. Ella's small palms rested on Loki's pec's, holding on for dear life, as she slept peacefully. Now and then a few coos left her tiny lips. The God had one hand underneath her bottom, the other was supporting her head - on which were tufts of black, curly hair. Clearly her father's. "Ella has just fallen asleep, after hours of whimpering and crying - and then you two pathetic wannabe insects decide to almost break down the door! What do you want?!" Loki was clearly not amused. Both, Scott and Peter swallowed, didn't expect this to happen. "T-Tony sent us to, uh, look where you are, b-because of the mission-" Loki cut off Scott again, didn't let him finish his sentence. "I don't care about that stupid mission. Y/N didn't sleep properly for the last two nights. She is nurturing our baby and if she wants to continue that, she needs to rest. Meaning, I am on dad duty today - which is, by far more important than rescuing cats from trees. Now if you would excuse me? I have a baby to tend to." Before Scott or Peter could answer anything, the door got slammed (gently) shut in front of their faces.
To hear her father's rather loud voice, ripped Ella almost from her deep slumber, a few soft whines leaving her lips, as she rubbed her cheek against Loki's warm chest, on search for body contact. "Shh, baby girl. Everything's okay... Just two mortals being idiots." He rocked her gently, while making his way back towards the sofa. "Lokes?" A sleepy voice called behind him. The God spun around and saw Y/N standing in the doorway to their bedroom in her cute pyjama, rubbing her eyes. His heart clenched at the sight. Norns, how much he loved that woman. "Everythin' okay? I heard voices..." He quickly walked over to her, nodding. "Of course, darling." Loki pressed a soft kiss on her forehead. "N' Ella? She okay?" "Yes, love. Go back to sleep. I've got her." Y/N smiled tiredly. "Okay." With another kiss - this time on her lips, Loki sent his wife back to bed. Then he settled on the sofa, with his daughter, who was awake again, probably because she heard her mama's voice. He placed the infant on his chest with both hands on her back to steady her and keeping her from falling. "Therefore that mama is back asleep, what are we two going to do now, Princess? Taking a nap as well?" He spoke softly to the baby. Ella looked up at her father, big blue eyes meeting his, sending a wave of love and happiness through the God. Yes... This was the happiest he had ever been.
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#loki x reader#loki laufeyson x female reader#loki laufeyson x reader#loki x y/n#loki x female reader#loki x you#tom hiddleston x reader#tom hiddleston characters
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CLINGY — NICHOLAS
pairing — nicholas x fem reader
genre — fluff, established relationship
word count — 505 words.
request -> “hii could you write a nicholas scenario/drabble in which the reader is making homework with him in his room? tysm <3” — for anon <3
nicholas ran and bellyflopped onto his comfortable bed as you laughed at him, closing the door behind you. you both had gotten back from school and since it was a friday, you could spend the night with him.
“im so tired, school’s a pain in the ass.” nicholas mumbled from his pillow, you playfully rolled your eyes at your boyfriend. you sat next to him as he closed his eyes, almost falling asleep.
you gently played with his hair but not too much before he would knocked out and wake up grumpy, as the silence filled up his room you suddenly remembered you had a literature assignment you had to get done. your eyes widened as you quickly grabbed your backpack and took it out.
you grabbed your pencil and folder as you got to work while your sleepy boyfriend was falling in and out of sleep. it was almost 20 minutes of you doing your homework assignment so peacefully before nicholas opened his eyes to see you.
“y/n what are you doing?” he asked in his deep sleepy voice in which you found very attractive, “im just finishing this one assignment.” “why?” you finally looked at nicholas, who had the most tired and disgusted look on his face. “because i don’t want to fail…”
“but— noo don’t do homework, that’s boring.”nicholas mumbled in his sleepy voice. you laughed at him, “nicho baby i can’t fail this class, just one more passage of this and we can do whatever you want to do.” nicholas held his hand under his chin, watching you do your work.
as you were reading your homework, you suddenly felt a weight press onto your thigh, looking down to see nicholas laying his head on your thigh, waiting for you to get your homework done. you silently laughed at your clingy boyfriend.
when nicholas is sleepy, you are the only person that sees a side of him that nobody else sees, he gets more… “yn are you done yet?” he asked.
oh yeah, clingy in the best way possible.
“mhm.” “baby.. hurry up for me please?”
that was your final straw. i mean how could you resist someone like nicholas?
“okay okay fine! you clingy guy.” you mumbled the last part. “nah i’m not clingy.” nicholas mumbled as you laughed at him, putting your stuff back into your backpack, finally turning to see your boyfriend, who already had moved from your thigh and put his head back onto his pillow.
you laid next to him as he suddenly grabbed your waist, pulling you closer to him. “ah nicho.” “shh..” you silently sat there in his arms, playing with his hair, having you also start feeling tired as well. it was a couple of minutes of plain silence before you suddenly remembered something.
“nicho.” “mhm.” “don’t you have a calculus assignment you have to turn in by tonight?” “oh shit.”
now it was your turn to watch nicholas tiredly do his calculus homework as you sat there, watching him.
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Steve Harrington x male reader who feels insecure
“ I’ll be here until you’re okay. ”
— Steve Harrington x M!Reader
(this is my first request so, uh, hope it’s okay!! in full honesty, didn’t even realize i was able to get them— and if you do send requests, i might miss them, and if i do, i apologize!!)
this is sorta based of of "Talk to Me" by Cavetown. i recommend checking it out :) so there’ll be a few lyrics from his song in here!!
i think the only warning is really just insecurities, but none are really described.
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It’s all meant to be a joke. Your friends don’t mean anything truthful behind their rude remarks, but you can’t help feeling like they truly mean their words. You’ll joke with them, so why do you suddenly feel so self-conscious?
You sighed, getting out of bed and walking into the bathroom. As you stared into the mirror, you slightly winced at how you looked. There were dark circles under your eyes after a night of restless sleep. You kept finding things about yourself that you didn’t like, things that nobody else noticed, until a few tears slipped down your cheeks.
You curled up, your back against the counter of the bathroom as you tried to calm down, but it just felt like everything was crashing down on you at once.
You cried, putting your hand over your mouth to muffle it even if there was no one else home.
As you kept yourself curled up in the bathroom, you heard the faint ringing of the phone in the other room. You didn’t have the energy to go up and answer, much less did you want to give it away that you were crying a minute ago.
So, you didn’t move. You just kept crying, taking in sharp breaths every so often.
The phone stopped ringing after a few more moments.
After what you guessed was somewhere around 15-20 minutes, someone knocked on the locked bathroom door.
“Y/N? You in here?” A voice asked, and your eyes widened when you realized it was Steve, wiping your tears off of your face as you stood up, answering him.
“Y—Yeah, just one second..” You called back, and he could hear your voice wavering, his expression twisting into one of concern, though he didn’t voice it, only walking away from the door and sitting on your bed instead, deciding to wait for you.
You ran the faucet, splashing water onto your face and drying it, hoping to make your eyes seem less red and puffy, which.. sort of worked.
Taking a few deep breaths, you unlocked the door and opened it, catching Steve’s attention, his eyes softening as he saw you, and you knew that he knew you’d been crying.
“Hey, sorry.. what’s up? I didn’t hear you come in.” You asked, giving him your best fake smile, which he saw right through. He knew you too well.
“I called you and you didn’t answer, so I got a bit concerned. You didn’t mention anything about plans, so I figured it was alright to come over..” Steve explained, his voice trailing off as he looked back at you, making sure it was actually fine to be here. If it wasn’t, you knew he’d leave with no questions.
“You know you’re always welcome here.” You chuckled softly, and sat down beside him. He knew you needed some kind of comfort, but he wasn’t sure how to go about it. He eventually settled on wrapping an arm around your waist, and you laid your head on his shoulder.
Steve eventually spoke up after a few moments of silence. “Did something happen?” He murmured, bringing a hand up to gently stroke your cheek, effectively soothing you. You knew he was talking about how you were crying in the bathroom.
You paused, trying to find the right words. “Not on purpose..” You sighed, before shaking your head. “I don’t want to burden you.”
Steve’s eyes widened at that, pulling you closer to him with his arm still around your waist. “You could never, love.“ He spoke with such kindness that it brought tears to your eyes, though you refused to cry again.
He noticed, and wiped the forming tears from your eyes. “Shh, that’s alright, let it out. Talk to me, babe.” He encouraged, and you leaned into him, nodding your head.
“It.. It was just some jokes that I normally don’t get upset at, but I just woke up feeling horrible, and I let myself get wrapped up in my head n’ got really insecure about myself.” You explained the best way you could, and he kissed the top of your head.
“You want me to talk or just hold you? Or both?” He offered, and you, once again, melted at his kindness, muttering a small, “Both, please..” as he smiled warmly, nodding his head and pulling you into a proper embrace.
“I think you’re beautiful, no matter what your pretty little head makes you think. From your head to your toes, love, you’re amazing.” Somehow, he always knew how to make you feel better. The Harrington charm, you guessed. Though, you remembered that he had work, and you widened your eyes.
“Don’t you have work? I don’t want to keep you—“ He cut you off by pecking your lips, chuckling softly at your surprised reaction. “Don’t worry, I’ll be here until you’re okay.”
“It’s okay to feel how you do.” Steve continued before you could argue with his previous statement. “A lot of people do, but I want you to tell me whenever you’re feeling like this, yeah? I’d give up anything and everything for you.” He promised, kissing the top of your head as you hid your face in the crook of your neck.
“I love you, Steve.” You spoke, though it was slightly muffled since your face was tucked into his neck. He patted your back, chuckling at the muffled words that he still understood.
“I love you too, Y/N. Always.”
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(really do not like my endings… rip)
i do hope this was okay, though!! i know it’s short, but today was more stressful than i thought it’d be :,)
hope you like it !! <3
#steve harrington hurt/comfort#steve harrington x male reader#steve harrington x reader#stranger things#hurt/comfort
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Clockwork heart pt12
Part 11 here
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*pained screaming, groaning and moaning echoing through the temple halls as servants and priests frantically rush about to try and ease the pain of the head of house dagoth*
Voryn: *now a chimer again after being blessed by Azura, his golden body convulsing and contracting in agony, feeling like he’s suffering an eternal heart attack as he rides out another seizure*
Nerevar: *A chimer again too after walking as himself for so long, now holding his hand and wiping his face with a damp cloth* He’s not stopping. Where’s Divayth Fyr?!
Councillor: he’s not here yet Hortator, Tel Fyr is far from the temple it’ll take him time to teleport here-
Nerevar: THEN MAKE HIM HURRY DAMN Y-
???: Enough yelling! Out of my way.
Nerevar: *looks up as the ancient dunmer Divayth enters the room*
Divayth Fyr: Azuras mercy how long has he been like this?
Nerevar: we don’t know, he was found like this in his office- *quickly holds him down as voryns back arches and he screams in agony again, trying to claw at his chest to rip his heart out* my love no!
Divayth: *grabs voryns face as nerevar holds him down to see his third eye literally shaking in its socket, looking in several directions in a rapid sporadic manor* hm. *places his hand over it and taps into his mind only to hear not voryn screaming, but the bellows of a dead god, and the blood curdling, familiar cries of his old friend, sotha sil* what- *staggers back as he’s suddenly pushed from his mind with the vision of a glowing orb in the darkness beneath the earth*
Voryn: *body suddenly holding still as his screams halt in his throat* Ḧ̵͖͓́e̷̯̻̚ ̵̢̼̔͋W̵͔̭̅͋i̶̪̰͑l̵̛̙̒l̷̡̗̔̈ ̸̳̚B̸͕͌̀è̷͈̥̏ ̶̣̉͋͜W̸͔͂̀h̵̞̯͘͝o̴̠̾͗l̶̨̬̐e̵͖̿͠ ̵͈̔A̷̤̐g̸̝͕̾̿ȧ̷̟i̶̳̖͌n̴̻̿.̸͖͘
Nerevar: He? Who will be whole again- Voryn! *quickly pulls him into his arms as the other chimer gasps in a deep breath and comes out of his fit*
Voryn: *sobs and clings onto him holding him with one arm and his chest with the other* I saw- *coughs* the boy- the boy who walks as Seht, I saw sotha sils reincarnation, he found the soul of lorkhan, he’s hurting, it hurt him so badly, I feel his heartbeat again and it hurts! It hurts!
Nerevar: Shh it’s okay it’s alright now my love- *holds him close kissing his hair and drying his eyes before looking at Divayth Fyr for help* what do we do?…
Divayth Fyr: well, go find him. Obviously.
*meanwhile a week later in skyrim*
Wyrm: *clinging to the broken wall outside of the destroyed watch tower as the dragon flies overhead, cowering in terror*
Irileth: *firing lighting up at the beast* I thought you said you were at Helgen!
Wyrm: I said I was there when the dragon attacked I never said I fought it!
Taliesin: *firing ice up at the beast* Being present at a dragon attack does not a dragon slayer make! *coughs as he’s suddenly slapped against a rock by the dragons tail*
Wyrm: TALIESIN! *rushes over to heal him only to freeze as the dragon turns its attention to him and readies to burn him alive* No… *backs up feeling a strange energy crackle to his finger tips, rising with his fear as the dragon unleashes his fury* I JUST WANTED TO GO HOME!
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???: come on it’ll be easy! We’ll be in and out before you know it!
Wyrm: *blinks his eyes open to see a girl in front of him, and hears himself speak with a voice not truely his own* I- I don’t want to, we’ll get in trouble.
???: nobody will notice. What? Scared you’ll disappoint Nan or mother? What’s the worst she can do? A scolding? We’ll be home before you know it!
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Wyrm: *blinks again, opening his eyes to see the dragon in front of him, dead, and smoking as if it had been cooked in the bowels of red mountain* wh-what? *staggers back in shock* did I do that? I- *jumps as the dragons body flakes away into a wind of ash and colour as it’s soul absorbs itself into his body*
Taliesin: *sitting up in shock and awe at what he’d witnessed, both at how he’d slain the dragon and how he absorbed its soul after* How did you… do that?…
*a few hours later*
Wyrm: *unlocks the door to his new house* I-I don’t think this place will be of any use to me miss Lydia but you’re welcome to stay here when I go home to winterhold.
Lydia: *helping a very sore Taliesin inside* thank you my thane, I’ll make sure it stays clean and safe for you. *sets the high elf in a chair and starts unpacking the groceries*
Wyrm: *looks around the space in awe before sitting the dragon bones and scales on the table* it’s, very small compared to home. Not enough book shelves too… *looks at Taliesin* are you okay?
Taliesin: hm? Oh yes I’m fine just trying to figure out if the pain in my spleen is just a bruise or a broken rib gone astray.
Wyrm: I-I’m sorry I dragged you into that.
Taliesin: what? Don’t be sorry you didn’t even get a chance to protest before Irileth dragged you off. *huffs* the way Balgruuf snapped at you when you tried to leave too I was ready to slap him myself, but neither of us have the gold to pay my bail… hm, hopefully I’d have some handsome guards watching me though~
Wyrm: *sighs and sits beside him* and now I’m apparently the dragonborn… *hugs his knees to his chest, long hair draping around himself like a blanket*
Taliesin: Oh yes, just another detour to add to our journey. All based on nord superstition.
Wyrm: *sighs* I hope it is just superstition. I’m already having visions of my life as sotha sil, and seeing how lorkhan was killed too, now this…
Taliesin: …I’m sorry that was a lot for me to take in can you repeat that please?
Wyrm: I… I was found abandoned as a baby with a book, nobody can read it but when I got these special gauntlets the text translated and I saw it was a diary belonging to sotha sil, it told me about his grief, the murder of indoril nerevar and then… I started having nightmares, and then visions, and now I’m blacking out randomly and doing strange magic without realising it… what… happened to the dragon by the way?… I know I killed it but…
Taliesin: you,.. don’t remember? You touched it’s nose and then it was like it inhaled it’s own fire and it exploded out through all of its scales. You vaporised it.
Wyrm: I- I did?? Oh gods no is that what I did to the soldiers in Helgen? Hadvar said I drove them mad and they burst into piles of ash. *hugs himself tighter* I- what if I lose control when I go home? What if I hurt papa like that?
Taliesin: … *gets up and walks to him gently tucking his hair back behind his ears to look at his face* hey… it’s okay. I’m sure these, greybeard fellows are wise enough that they can help us. We’ll find a way to sort this out.
Wyrm: *sniffles looking at him from behind his knees* w-we?
Taliesin: of course. I crawled through a barrow and fought a dragon with you. I’m in this ride till the end now my friend. You’re stuck with me~
Wyrm: *heart fluttering realising he has another real friend, not one made from metal* r-really? Th- *tears up again and rubs his face* Aw biscuits.
Taliesin: *heart exploding from how unfairly cute he is* yes, really. *pats his hair before scoffing* Gods do you have any idea how long it took me just to get my hair this length?! And here you are letting your lovely hair get filthy dragging along the ground!
Wyrm: I?
Taliesin: *suddenly pulls his hair back and starts braiding it* I don’t care if I have to set aside two hours every day to put this up for you it’s going to drive me mad watching you be so careless with it!
Wyrm: *bright pink in his cheeks* I-I didn’t think it was that big of a deal-
*meanwhile*
Nerevar: *quietly packing his bag for the journey to skyrim*
Voryn: *dressed only in a loose robe after being bed ridden for several days following his fit* neht?…
Nerevar: *jumps and turns to face him* l-love you shouldn’t be standing up. *swiftly embraces him and sits him down on a comfy chair*
Voryn: *looking up at him with tired, heavy eyes* I’m coming to skyrim too…
Nerevar: No you’re not I’ll find the boy on my own and you’ll stay here with Divayth to assist you.
Voryn: we promised we’d both raise him… to adopt and look after him… you need my heart to know where he is…
Nerevar: … *kneels down in front of him and takes his hand* but what if you have another fit like that?…
Voryn: then we hurry to find him faster… please… he’s in danger he… he needs us both…
Nerevar: *sighs and nods* you’re right… *gently strokes his cheek* just please… spend the journey resting okay?…
Voryn: *nods tiredly and squeezes his hand* I will my moon and star…
Nerevar: my dreamer… *leans in and kisses him softly*
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This idea hit me like a truck. Happy pills angst, my beloved. Featuring Richas! <3
Pac desperately hopes it's just paranoia. He hopes that the kid's behavior is just from a mix of happiness from being home with their parents and excitement from being able to eat cookies to survive now. He feels sick to his stomach just looking at the white cookies. Thoughts of taking a bite of the cookie cross his mind more than once. He hates being in the lab when it's just him and Richas, but he needs his proper equipment for this little experiment. Pac had pocketed one of the cookies when giving a few to Richas earlier. Whether it was for this experiment or for other reasons, nobody knows, not even himself. Things he has learned in this experiment so far: The cookies dissolve in water like sugar, and the color the water turns is a very light grey-pink from the food coloring.
He hopes that putting the mixture and a fermented spider's eye in a brewing stand doesn't darken the color of the liquid. He takes a deep breath while he waits. Richas is sitting on a cleared off countertop in the lab. He's humming a tune as he draws with oil pastels. Pac desperately hopes that his eyes are deceiving him; a lack of sleep as the cause. The liquid in the bottle is black. He wanted it to just be paranoia for once in his life.
Pac hates that he has to do this, again, and to his own child. "Richas, come here a second, I want to show you something." His son looked up at him, not moving from his brand-new masterpiece. The needle is hidden behind his back. "It might get me in trouble." Pac adds, falsifying mischief in his voice. That got Richas off the counter and close enough. He tries his best not to visibly cringe at the wide smile that his son has. That's not Richas' smile. Just like how that wasn't Forever's smile. Pac doesn't know if the smile everyone else saw wasn't truly his. He successfully avoided mirrors for the span of time. When he brought the needle out from behind his back, Richas nearly ran, but Pac grabbed his wrist. He pulled the half dragon into his arms. Of Pac's hands was in Richarlyson's curly hair, and the other was pushing the needle into a small upper arm. If Pac had any doubt that Richas was Forever's son, the scream that came from his small body killed that doubt quick. "Forever screamed like that, too. It won't hurt for much longer, I promise. Shh, it's okay, it's okay..." Pac now had both arms around Richas' body as he tried to kick and scratch to get away. "I'm sorry, I'm sorry..." He feels when his son goes limp in his arms.
There's more in my mind, Pac calls a meeting at The Ordo (missing Cellbit included) and asks people to bring fermented spider's eye. Cue the rest of the Morning Crew if he's okay. This includes Philza, one of the only other people who know how the antidote is made (mainly because I think they should interact more). The meeting at The Ordo goes well (lie). Somebody asks if Pac used Richas for unethical experimentation (idk who yet, but it is asked). Pac also contemplates eating one of the cookies again. That's all I have thought of so far.
-miscellaneousplusmore.
AGH I WASN'T EXPECTING THIS OH MY GOD
Ohhh it hurts I wasn't expecting it for it to be the pills for real on the cookies damn that took me by surprise. God the scene of Richas on Pac's arms and the scream... oh I can imagine it perfectly and it hurts
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Julian x reader angst and comfort one shot
Julian wakes up from a bad nightmare about you dying and accidentally wakes you up with his tossing and turning.
(MC’s POV mostly, might switch to 3rd person my accident sorry)
I am suddenly woken up from my deep sleep by Julian tossing and mumbling beside me. He isn’t too much of an active sleeper usually, so seeing him move around so much worries me. I open my eyes and blink a couple times before looking over at Julian. I can not see anything in the very dim light of the early morning so I turn over and turn on the lamp on my nightstand. The light illuminates Julian’s furrowed auburn brows and reveal tear streaks on his face. I frown and tilt my head to the side a little to get a better look at him. Julian gasps in his sleep, causing me to jump, before he turns over again, this time facing away from me. His mumbling is sounding slightly more panicked now and is getting harder to try and decipher. I look at his sleeping body with worried, furrowed brows and reach over, as gently as I can so I don’t disrupt his sleep, and begin rubbing his back. I continue this for about a minute and his actions die down a lot and my eyelids begin getting droopy, but I am startled when Julian suddenly yells in his sleep, causing me to gasp. Julian open his eyes and starts breathing fast, nearly hyperventilating. “Jules..are you okay?” I ask, my voice a little raspy and deep due to recently waking up. Julian jumps at the sound of my voice and sits up, turning quickly to face me. He is staring at me with wide eyes, grabbing my hands and seemingly examining my body a little. “Jules?” I ask, successfully getting his attention. He sighs shakily “yeah?..” he asks. Is he seriously going to pretend he wasn’t obviously having a nightmare? I slowly reach up and cup his cheek in my hand “are you alright?” I ask. For a moment he doesn’t answer, but his shaking figure tells me the answer. “It’s okay..you don’t have to talk about the nightmare if you don’t want to” I try to reassure him, slowly wrapping my arms around him. He still doesn’t say anything and just buried his head in my shoulder, trying to sink down into me as much as he can, his arms wrapped tightly around my waist. I hate to admit it, but holding my lover in a dimly lit room this early/late makes me feel sleepy again. I stifle a yawn as I slowly begin to stroke his hair, careful not to pull at any knots he has from tossing in his sleep. We sit like that for a while and for a moment I thought he fell asleep in my arms until his shaking begins to get noticeably worse and my shoulder where his face is pressed starts to feel a bit warmer. I pull back just enough to see his face and I am met with bloodshot teary eyes, a large wet spot on my shirt, and a runny nosed Julian. “Oh sweetheart..” I say, I hadn’t realized his nightmare was so bad. I cup his cheeks and kiss his forehead “what happened?” I ask, referring to his dream. He shudders and shakes his head “I-it…it’s dumb…” he answers. I gently try to wipe his tears away with my thumbs and he leans into the touch, yet more tears fall. “It’s not dumb if it upset you this much..I’m here for you, I promise.” I reply, pressing another kiss to his forehead. He sits for a moment and thinks, wondering how to word his explanation. “Take your time baby..” I don’t want to rush him, he obviously feeling a lot of things right now. He says nothing and just nods. I begin to pet his hair again, gently brushing a few strands from his face. He shuts his eyes and sighs again, less shaky this time. “I…had a nightmare that y-you died again…and I couldn’t save you. Nobody could save you a-and it was all my fault” his bottom lip starts to quiver and his voice breaks. My heart is snapping in two for him. I pull him into another hug as he begins shaking again. “I’m sorry!” He blurts out, beginning to sob now. “Shh Jules it’s okay. Everything is okay” I say softly as I hold him right to my chest, not caring how wet it got or if there was snot on it by the end of this. I let him cry into me for a little bit, even though I hate seeing him upset, crying is a great emotional release, and this man needs it. Eventually he quiets down from sobbing to having a few tears fall every minute or so. (🖕🏻tumblr, will post next part rn)
#the arcana julian#julian devorak#julian x reader#julian x mc#julian x reader angst#julian devorak angst#julian the arcana#julian the arcana angst#the arcana
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Prompt list
Renewed promptlist! This consists mainly of comfort prompts. I mainly write/F1/F2/Drivers without a seat, just send a request!
You can do that here :) please include for who and which prompt list! I would also appreciate it if you could include wether Y/N or the requested driver/character/person says the prompt, but you don't have to! It's up to you wether you give me a full backstory :)
Will most likely default to she/her pronouns, if you want any other pronouns used that’s fine too! Just make sure to let me know :)
Also, feel free to ask me for more than 1!! I also have an old prompt list, so please include from which one :) I have copied these from random Tumblr prompt posts, you can also send in your own prompt(s) if you want! Like I said, you can include context/storyline but you can also just leave it up to me, whatever you prefer!!
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Sidenote: I don’t write smut (since i'm still a minor) :)
"All this shit is new to me"
"You wanting me tonight, feels impossible"
"It's okay, we’re the best of friends anyways"
"I hear it in your voice"
"I guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted"
"Do you wish you could still touch her"
"You did some bad things, but i'm the worst of them"
"Sometimes i wonder which one will be your last lie"
"I don't start shit but i could tell you how it ends"
"Putting someone first only works when they do the same"
"I'll be getting over you my whole life"
"Uh oh, im falling in love"
"Oh no, i'm falling in love"
"Oh, im falling in love"
"Karmas a relaxing thought?"
"Karma is Karma is the guy on the screen, coming straight home to me"
"All that you ever wanted from me was sweet nothing"
"What if i told you none of it was accidental?"
"That was the night i nearly lost you"
"I really thought i lost you"
"No i didn't see the news 'cause we were somewhere else"
"Do you really want to know where i was april 29th?"
"You know there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love. The slowest way is never loving them enough"
"We were supposed to be just friends"
"I thought we had no chance and that's romance"
"And the gods honest truth was that the pain was heaven"
"I wish you'd left me wondering"
"I regret you all the time"
"Never take advice from someone who's falling apart"
“you don’t feel safe here, do you?”
“i’m just tired.” “of what?” “everything.”
“were you crying?”
“it’s like i can’t breathe. i just want to breathe.”
“are you okay? that looked like it really spooked you.”
“it’s fine, i’m used to it.”
“i’m not trying to pry, but i want you to know i'd like to listen, if you want someone to talk to.”
“just… let me lay here for a while.”
"what can i do to help?”
“i’m usually stronger than this.”
“just pretend like i’m not here. what would you say to yourself if nobody was around?"
“i’m sorry i didn’t tell you earlier.”
“when was the last time you ate?”
“you stayed?” “of course i stayed. why wouldn’t i?”
“[name]? can you hear me?”
“i’m sorry, i’m not trying to be distant.”
“it’s okay. i promise you, i will be here when you wake up.”
“i have a lot going on right now.”
“whenever you get stressed, you do this thing with your hands. what is it?”
“you said i could stay with you if i needed a bed.”
“i won’t judge you.”
“i pick my skin/bite my nails when i feel panicky.”
“you don’t have to tell me. but if you do decide you want to, i’ll be here.”
“you’re being way too nice to me.”
“relax, i won’t hurt you.”
“are you okay?” “i’m just so tired… i just want to stop.”
“have you been crying?” “no.” “please don’t lie to me, i care about you.”
“i feel so stupid.” “don’t ever feel stupid for having a normal reaction to a situation that you couldn’t control.”
“am i upsetting you too?” “no, i just hate seeing you so upset. i wish i could make you feel better.”
“i didn’t mean to listen in but… i heard you crying.”
“honey what’s wrong? why are you so upset?”
“shh take a deep breath, you’re working yourself up too much.”
“please calm down, you’re going to make yourself sick.”
“i’ve got you, you’re okay. i promise.”
“here, drink some water. have a minute.”
“[name] said you were crying earlier. need to talk?”
“you look like you haven’t slept, are you alright?”
“i love you, okay? i know it’s hard right now but i’ll always be here for you.”
“take some deep breaths for me, you’re okay.”
“i could really do with a hug.”
“i really need you right now.”
“my head hurts so much but i can’t stop crying.”
“i just hurt so much.”
“i’m really not doing okay. i haven’t been for a while.”
“i just need a minute, i-i’m okay.”
“i need some air.”
“i’m sorry i ruined our evening.”
“hey, are you okay?”
“do you want to talk?”
“is there something you need to tell me?”
“it’s okay. don’t cry.”
“it’s okay to cry.”
“let it all out. take your time.”
“it’s alright. i’m here.”
“i’m not going anywhere, don’t worry.”
“what’s wrong?”
“everything will be fine. i promise.”
“i got you.”
“i care.”
“is there anything i can do for you? a snack? a hug?”
“i could never hate you.”
“you’re not a monster.”
“nothing is wrong with you.”
“i wouldn’t change a thing about you.”
“you’re safe.”
“we’ll get through this together.”
“just relax.”
“you deserve better than x.”
“get your anger/sadness out.”
“i love you.”
“do you wanna cuddle?”
“want to watch a movie or play a game to take your mind off of it?”
“Are you sure everything’s okay?”
“I just wanted to remind you that I love you.”
“God, I missed this.”
“I remember the last time we were here.”
“When was the last time you just… let go?”
“I will always be there for you.”
“I’m not going to leave unless you want me to.”
“Do you remember when we were kids?”
"It’s okay. I’ve got you.”
"It's okay, I'm here, you're going to be okay."
"Hey, it's what I'm here for."
"I'm not going anywhere. I'm right here, by your side."
"Here, feel my heartbeat. Just focus on that."
"Breathe for me. Please, just breathe for me."
"Look at me. I'm here. I'm real."
"I'll stay right here, okay?"
"You don't have to be alone anymore. I'm here to stay."
"Are you okay? Do you need a hug?"
"No, no, no, don't cry, it's gonna be okay!"
"Please go back to bed, you can barely stand!"
"Hey, don't do that, you'll hurt yourself!"
"When's the last time you got some sleep?"
"Hold my hand. You are going to be fine."
"Have you eaten something today?"
"You, me, blanket fort."
"You're alright, I've got you."
"It's okay to cry, you know?"
"We don't have to do anything right now."
"We can stay here as long as you want."
"You don't have to be sorry for anything."
"It's okay, it's over now."
"Do you want to hold me or be held?"
#prompt list#f1 x reader#charles leclerc x reader#daniel ricciardo x reader#lando norris x reader#mick schumacher x reader#f2 x reader#marcus armstrong x reader#formula 2 x reader
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Chapter Twenty-Two
"Where the fuck is she?!" My body tensed when I heard Billy screaming from inside the house. I sighed and started to get off the swing. "I'm outside!" I said loud enough for one of them to hear me. The door was left open for a fucking reason. I brushed myself off and started to head for the door but stopped when Billy came barreling out of it. I tried backing up but he was faster and his hand was around my throat before I could even process anything.
My hands shot up to wrap around his wrist as my back slammed up against the tree. "You trying to fucking run away again! Nobody said you could come the fuck outside!" I dug my nails into his skin. His grip was getting tighter as he screamed at me. I needed to get away from him so I did the only thing that I could think to do. I brought my knee straight up between his legs. I fell to the ground coughing and sucking in air when his hands let go of me and he cupped himself.
I scrambled to my feet and stumbled towards the house. I was still trying to catch my breath when I ran straight into someone. Their arms wrapped around me and I panicked until I looked up to see Stu. I wrapped my arms around his waist and pulled myself impossibly close to him. "I wasn't– I didn't–" I shook my head against his chest. "Shh. It's okay. I know, baby, I know you weren't trying to run."
He put two fingers under my chin and tilted my head up to look at him. "You wouldn't try and run again, right? You want to be here with me. Not back home with them." He switched so he was gripping my chin now. His grip was firm, his jaw set tight while he looked at me. I nodded my head, too afraid to do anything else. "Good girl. Now go back inside. I want you naked, on your hands and knees on the bed."
I stepped away from him. "No." He raised his eyebrows. "Excuse me?" He asked. I shook my head, "no. I'm not something you can just stick your dick into. You can't just use me like I'm nothing. You already fucking took me away from my home and family and friends. You say you love me, Stu, but I don't feel like you do." I walked past him and went back into the house, shutting the door behind me and walked straight to the bedroom.
Stu
I watched yn walk back inside and shut the door before turning to look at Billy. I stormed over to him and punched him. "The fuck!" He yelled. "Don't ever fucking touch her again! You lay a hand on her I'll fucking kill you!" I screamed at him. He laughed and stood straight. "You're so fucking pussy whipped. That stupid bitch can make you believe anything."
"You're just jealous that yn wants to be with me and Sidney fucking hates your guts." He started laughing again. "You think she wants to actually be here? She doesn't want to be here with you. She's fucking scared of you just as much as she is of me. She doesn't fucking love you." I didn't say anything, I just reared my fist back and punched him again. This time hard enough I knocked him out.
I walked back in the house and straight to the bedroom. The door was closed and when I went to turn the door handle it was locked. I took a deep breath and knocked. "Baby, open the door please. It's just me." I waited for a few seconds but only got silence. I knocked and waited again. "Yn, open the door!" I raised my voice and slammed my fist against the door. "If I have to I'll come through the fucking window! So just open the door and let's talk, okay? That's it nothing else."
"Go away, Stuart!" I cringed at her use of my full name. "Just open the door and we can talk about what happened. Billy isn't going to touch you again I promise." Again more silence. I was starting to get fucking pissed. At this point when she opens the door I might just bend her over and fuck her until she can't fucking walk. "Just leave me alone, Stu… please. I just need some time to myself."
"I left you here by yourself for a couple hours. I could have locked you in this fucking room but didn't. I trusted you wouldn't run away. Now open the FUCKING DOOR!" I slammed my fists against the wooden door. A small yelp sounded from on the other side. "Fine. I'll give you some time." I slid down the wall outside of the door. I would just sit here until she opened the door.
YN
I've never seen Stu this violent. Well, besides when he was chasing me and killing people. He's also never raised his voice like he just did or like he has been. He's not the Stu I thought I knew. And I knew he was sitting outside the door waiting for me to open it.
That wasn't going to happen. I knew what would happen as soon as I opened the door. And not that I don't enjoy Stu fucking me, it's just feels like he's only doing it for his own pleasure. Sure I always come but it's not like it was when I first gave in. And it doesn't help that Billy is always somewhere in the house. I knew he could hear everything.
I sat down with my back against the door. I thought of all kinds of ways to escape but I also thought of ways to maybe convince Stu to just let me go. Or maybe even convince him to blame everything on Billy and say he was forced to help him. Like say Billy threatened to kill him, his parents. Or he just said he would kill me so he did what Billy said to protect me. I know it's not right but he was my best friend and I loved him. I still love him even after everything.
But I think it was just time to be completely honest with him and see if he settles down. Maybe I could get the Stu from before all this shit happened back. Even if it was just for a little bit. I took a couple deep breaths and finally spoke. "I'm afraid of you." There was silence and I thought maybe I was wrong and he wasn't there. But then his voice came through the door. "What?" He asked like it was a surprise. "I said I'm scared of you. You're yelling and screaming at me. You're holding me hostage and making me feel like I'm nothing but a toy for you to play with. I don't feel loved, Stu. You say you love me but you keep hurting me."
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Discovered [part1]
collab of a story with @sorry-not-sorry-whump !
characters wont be revealed JUST yet but if you know you know.....
cws: murder, minor character death, “rescue”
The beast stares blankly ahead with one open eye, wrists held up in a stained rope in a tense position. They feel… nothing. Just aches and numbness. They’ve lost track of the days, the months… It all just faded together in their brain. What was yesterday? What was today? Their eyes close, feeling too tired and weak to stay completely awake for the time being. All they knew was here.
The little white noise the beast had, the whirr of electricity through the complex, dies down as the lights do. Someone swears down the hall, heavy footsteps heading away from the beast's position. A few others whish past, grumbling about the lights and something about 'Smash'. ‘..What the hell is a Smash?’ They try to lift their head again, but immediately stop when they realize how dark it is. A primal terror forms as a pit in their stomach, and the rabbit is left to try to stop themselves from panicking. Now they're only half-panicking as they ignore the darkness. No one pauses in front of their cage, not even for a glance.
A scream, cut short, rings from the other room. The half-panic quickly turns into full panic. They go rigid and alert, muscles screaming as they struggle a little against their current bindings. ‘Danger—!’ If their captors were being killed, what did that mean for them-
The beast is left alone as they hear their various captors be slaughtered, one after another. Soon, only one set of footsteps falls.
‘Fuck.’
All they felt was terror, fear... They hold their breath, and try to remain as silent as possible. Whatever this thing was, it could most likely kill them even more easily than the now-dead monsters.
The air is cooler now. The doors swing open, the only noise in this eerie hall. Whoever this is- whatever it is- treads down the hall. All that the beast thinks to do is hide. Be quiet. Play like they're already dead. ‘Nobody would touch them, then-!’ Their breathing quickens involuntarily as they hear the single footsteps. They're going to die.
"...Oh, got a coward among you?" a deep voice calls. "Don't worry, you'll meet your buddies again soon."
A man approaches, not yet having caught sight of the beast. A quiet whimper forms in their throat, making the softest of noises. They're convinced that they've been seen, but try to force themselves to stop trembling anyway. He bangs something against the metal of the cell, the sound reverberating.
"C'mon, show me the teeth."
They yelp sharply at the noise bouncing around in their head and forget every current survival plan as instinct kicks in, shooting up and trying to cover their long, brown ears as they hurriedly push away from the voice. ‘Hurts hurts hurts hurts-’
The man abruptly pauses, eyes shooting a bit above the creature's head. One pink eye opens, very slightly, and stares a bit unfocused at the man in-front of the cage. ‘Stay- 'way-’ A weak growl comes from their chest, heart racing.
"..You're not a vamp, are you?" he says, voice a twinge gentler.
The stained blood on the beastfolk's torn clothes, in and all around the cage, and the bruises... They don't answer, not seeming to fully hear the words being spoken. The man sets down the bloody pipe, and instead taps against the bars, looking for the door.
"Hey," he tries, "little guy."
They flinch, letting out a hiss instead of a growl. It sounds quite pathetic, and their hands go protectively towards their neck.
The situation clicks in the man's head. His attitude changes. "...shh. It's fine. See? No fangs," he lifts his lip, showing perfectly normal teeth.
Confusion is evident in their single visible eye, staring for a good few moments at the man's face.
‘Hu..man.’
Suddenly they're trying to come closer, reaching their furred hand out and whining. Out. ‘Out, out, they want home-’
The man couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy for this bloodbag.
"Shh, it's okay. Do you know where the key is, buddy?"
If not, he'd just break the lock, but noticing the creature's large ears, he doesn't plan to make that his first course of action. It takes a few seconds for them to comprehend the question. They shake their head slightly in response, looking a bit more upset. ‘Monsters- would've had-’
"Damn," he frowns, eyeing the lock. He hits against it with the pipe, it popping open soon enough. Squeaking, they reel back and cover their ears again, wincing at each hit against the metal. ‘It's- It's not to hurt, it's to free-' They think to themselves, managing not to resort to hissing and growling in fear.
The sound stops once he realizes, and the man sets it aside.
"Ah, they tied you up, too. Poor thing." They look back up, confused at all of the kindness being shown, and try to communicate. A small gesture to the cell door- ‘Out. Please.’ The man examines the binds, and unfastens them from the cage, otherwise leaving them on.
"..Let's get you cleaned up, and someplace I can get a better look at you."
Tears form in their visible eye, looking hopeful and relieved, before slumping forward into an unconscious state from the stress and exhaustion of, well, everything. The man hoists them over his shoulder, giving a contented sigh.
They'd be in a better place soon.
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Not Alone
Loki x Reader
*Warnings: panic attack, medication*
"Are you sure you'll be okay, Y/n?" Steve asks gently. They were readying to leave on a short mission -without you- but you didn't mind, for now. If anything, you were glad have some quiet time alone.
"I swear, Steve." You smile reassuringly. "If anything happens, I'll call."
They all nod in agreement and say their goodbyes before loading up on the quinjet and making they're way to, well, wherever it was they were needed. You make your way to the lounge room, tucking yourself in with a good movie prepared for a long peaceful night.
—
Only a few hours pass you by as you walk down the hall, steaming hot cocoa in hand. Suddenly, your world stops. You feel a tightness forming in your chest; constricting your breath. Your breathing shortens and your heart starts pounding against your chest. Not now. Please not now. You can't breathe. You can't breathe. You. can't. breathe. Nobody is around to help you and you don't know what to do anymore.
You see the halls spinning around you rapidly and you drop your mug to the floor, shattering instantly. The panic consumes you whole as you think about the impending doom that's going to follow suit. You knees give in and allow yourself to fall to the floor, grabbing at the suffocating fabric against your chest.
You try everything you can you to practice the numerous techniques that Banner had taught to you to do when this would happen. But, it's no use. Nothing can save you now, you're too far in at this point. Drowing in a pool of your own tears and anxiety.
"Y/n? What is going on?" A faded voice speaks from beside you and a blurry figure kneels in front of you. "I'm going to help you, okay."
He takes both your trembling hands and holds them gently in his. You look up and see a pair of emerald eyes staring down at you concerningly. Loki. "Y/n, love. Can you hear me?"
You furrow your brows and realise he is speaking to you. You nod quickly in reply. "Here." He says as he hands you two small pills and glass of water. How did he know?
You take the needed medication. "Breathe, my love. I know it's hard, okay, but I am here now. You're not alone." He properly sits down next to you and gently pulls you closer to him, rubbing your hair lovingly.
"T-thank you, Loki." You whisper sheepishly.
He smiles in relief when he hears your voice. "Shh, no need to thank me, darling."
Finally, your breathing steadies and the compound stops spinning. "How did you know how to help me, Loki?"
He chuckles nervously. "I didn't, really, but I heard the shattering of glass and was worried something happened to you."
"You were worried...about me?" You've never heard the god say such words to anyone before. And you never expected him to utter them to you.
"Of course. I typically observe from afar, but I like to keep a close watch on you. You know," he shrugs, "just in case."
You smile and let out a deep sigh. With no intention to move any time soon, you snuggle in closer to him. Despite sitting on the hard floor, you have never felt more comfortable. "In case of what?"
"In case you ever need me."
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