#I might try taking smth that numbs it

[nathsolkyoako]

I have been feeling like Weirdly violent today idk what’s up with that

[bedoballoons]

Hello! Just wanted to say I LUV ur workss!

I also have a little smth

Basically they take the reader out shopping specifically for undergarments and someone just so happens to walk in? W/ kazuha, albedo, lyney, xiao?

Awe thank you! I'm glad you do and I hope I can keep it up! Apologies for your request taking so long, but I hope you enjoy even so!

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{༻~You look mighty fine~༺}

CW: Very suggestive! MDNI! Almost smut but not! Established relationships! Gn pronouns used! Heated makeouts and the characters are kinda pervy cause they peek in on the reader! Modern au! Use of the words undies, panties etc.

(Includes: Lyney, Albedo, Kazuha, And Xiao!)

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𑁍༄Lyney:

Lyney's hands drummed against the armrest of his chair. All around him were others shopping for lacy undergarments and lingerie, but he was entirely to infatuated with the changing room to even care. Just knowing you were in there, trying on those enticing things, oh how it made his heart race...you were so close..just a peek and he could see exactly what you'd gotten for him. It was so tempting..

"Only a few more minutes I swear! Just trying on this one...it's a bit strappy though.."

Lyney chocked on air, trying to not think about what that could mean...but wanting so desperately to find out. Just. One. Peek. "Take your time Mon amour!" Perhaps this wasn't appropriate of him...he could really wait a bit longer, but his body was already in motion. Hand reaching out to touch the curtain and slightly open it..

You smiled to yourself, spinning around like you had no idea what he was doing, "Lyney? W-what are you-"

"Mon amour, apologies to interrupt you and invade your privacy...but I...I..nevermind words just let me have you." He pulled you close, kissing your soft lips as his hands ran down your body, snapping the straps of your undies so it would gently smack your skin. You made him absolutely dizzy with need, groans spilling out of him as the kiss grew more heated. If you didn't hurry and finish your shopping...you might just get kicked out of the store~

𑁍༄Albedo:

Albedo leaned his head back against the frame of the changing room, forcing himself to not glance into the parting between the curtain door and the frame itself...he had no idea shopping for new undergarments for you would leave him so...heated.

It felt like the store was growing warmer by the second, like the thoughts in his head were slowly corrupting him...he couldn't help it really. You were a masterpiece, your body a work of art...and the vivid picture of your trying on perfect little undies for him..."How much longer did you say love?"

"Not long! Just making sure the thong part fits as nice as it should! Oops I mean, just triple checking they fit~"

Albedos legs went numb for a second, his face dusted with a sweet pink hue...were you really trying on such a thing mere inches away from him? His heart began to beat harder in his chest, maybe if he had a bit more will power he could have stopped himself, but alas his eyes glanced into the small gap and there you were. Standing there so beautiful with your body basically on display for him...

He held back a soft moan, looking away almost as fast as he had peeked..."L-love...I think the fit is perfect, please I'm...in deserpate need to return home.."

𑁍༄Kazuha:

Kazuha loved shopping with you, wandering around the the mall aimlessly while you glanced in windows and occasionally tried things on. It was always such a soft couple experience that brought you two closer...

But now you'd decided to shop for new undies. Bringing him along as you picked out various lacy ones...themed ones, red ones, black ones, all while he trailed behind you with a bright red blush. He was a creative person, always envisioning things in a calming, breath taking way...and you were no exception. He kept thinking about all the different choices, picturing what they'd look like on you...what he'd do while you wore them.

It was starting to get a bit much for him...his own imagination swaying how he'd normally handle himself..

"Kazu? Are you doin okay? You look a bit red in the face.." You closed the curtain behind you, trying to get ahold of the butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you took of your clothing, intentionally leaving them visible on the ground while you started to try on the choices.

"Yes...no....?"

"What? Kazuha, what does that mean?" You paused for a moment, waiting for a answer..., but he'd already entered the small room. His warm hands gently grabbing onto your hips so he could pull you close...kiss you passionately while every so often opening his eyes to catch a glimpse of you in the mirror...

His lips trailed down to your neck, his body forcing yours against the changing room walls...maybe he should shop with you for these items more often~

𑁍༄Xiao:

Xiao sighed softly, watching the ground beneath his feet...wondering how such a simple shopping date had become such a flustering event. He wasn't even sure how you'd even convinced him to walk into the undergarment section...let alone try some on while he was just outside. He could hear you changing...see your clothes fall to floor out of the corner of his eye..

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"How...how many are you going to try?" His voice sounded strained..., like he was bound by something and he silently cursed himself for the neediness that coated each word.

"Just a few! What did you think of the sheer one hmm? It's super soft and I love it!"

He swallowed roughly, remembering the basically see through panties that you'd held up to him...the idea of you wearing them sent a shiver down his spine, "T-they were good."

"Good as in like I should get them, or good as in I could do better? Because I think they are hugging me in all the right places."

"Archons above..." He muttered...knowing that any grip he had on himself had been let go as he slipped into the room with you. His eyes ravaged you, taking in how the undies emphasized everything in the most perfect ways...

"X-xiao-"

"Enough." He leaned in close, his face barely a inch away from yours...his breath hot on your skin, "I'm not patient enough to do nothing...let me have you~"

ଘ(੭*ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ♡‧₊˚~Have a nice day~*⁠.⁠✧

[subskz]

Who in skz will be sad that you don't like giving oral and who are ok with it? Maybe if you're just the type to kiss all over it as you give them a handjob but never take it in your mouth or sometimes suck on just the tip just to tease them even it's not your biggest interest who in skz will beg for more and who is mlt like it this way

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oh this is a fun question!! i listed them in the order of most to least <3

seungmin - he doesn’t mind at all! i think seungmo would already be kinda awkward abt receiving head sometimes, he just can’t really shake the feeling that it’s so dirty of him to ask that of you; having your mouth on his most intimate spot and hearing his body make all those embarrassing wet noises. even when it feels amazing, his fretting over whether his taste and hygeine are okay for you might make it a lil harder for him to enjoy it fully anyway, so he’s perfectly fine not receiving it. he’d much rather do smth you both take pleasure in

chan - channie is 100% ready to accept it! he’d be a bit sad bc he admittedly loves the feeling of ur mouth around him, it makes his brain melt faster than anything else and gets the sweetest sounds out of him. but he also feels kinda shy and guilty abt asking for head in general. he’s a big giver at heart who cares abt pleasing you first, so he’s pretty content w you not being into it! it’s far more important to him that you’d actually like it. pressing playful kisses to his dick while jerking him off would make him sooo weak and giggly, he’d be the cutest mess if u did

lino - if you’re not giving head, and he’s not giving head…then who’s flying the plane? hehe but as spoiled as lino might pretend to be, he has a love/hate relationship w receiving oral bc it’s one of the most vulnerable positions he could be in. being completely at the mercy of your tongue and teeth makes it impossible for him to stay composed and it embarrasses him how fast he crumbles. so if it’s not smth you take much pleasure in, he’d have no issue w you not going down on him! he’s secretly very willing to give you head instead…this man loves to use his mouth

felix - i think lix is pretty easygoing when it comes to sex, he’s just happy getting to experience it w you. a lot of the time he’s so eager for u to try new things on him that he isn’t even thinking that much abt whether or not you’d give him oral. he might be a lil sad bc…he likes to he pampered a bit hehe. it feels really good and he loves the intimacy of it but he also wouldn’t dream of asking you for it if you’re not interested. there’s plenty of other ways for you to feel good together! like channie, i think he’d go crazy for u pressing little kisses to his dick to tease him

jeongin - innie is a simple boy…if it feels good, he likes it! there’s lots of reasons why oral feels so good to him, it makes him so pliant so fast and nothing thrills him like you pushing his hips down to still him when he squirms under your mouth. but he’s another one who’s kinda shy abt receiving oral…a lot of the time he’d be hiding behind his hands or having trouble fully relaxing bc he’s so self-conscious abt whether or not you’re enjoying it too. as much as he might crave it, knowing that it’s not smth you’re super into is enough for him to be okay without it

binnie - he is a bit sadder than most of the other boys bc he admittedly goes crazy for the feeling, there’s just smth even more mind-numbing to him abt the control you have over your mouth and tongue when giving him head. sweet binnie is also quite the giver though, he really loves pleasing you and hearing your praises when he does well, so he’d never be truly upset abt not being on the receiving end of pleasure. he might shyly ask you if you could suck on the tip while stroking his dick, just to add those lil addictive bursts of pleasure that make him cum extra fast

hyunjin - hyune is a very passionate lover!! he’s not selfish by any means, but he can be very needy when he fully lets go w you, very desperate to feel you in every way. i think he’d be the most likely to get a bit insecure abt you not being interested in giving oral. he might worry that it’s bc there’s smth wrong w him, that you don’t want to be intimate w him, all kinds of silly thoughts like that. he’d need reassurance that it’s got nothing to do w him, it’s simply not smth you’re that into in general. he’ll be a lil wistful at first bc his romantic heart wants that mutual adoration, but he’d feel much worse asking for smth ur not very interested in, so he doesn’t beg too much for it

jisung - poor hannie…he’s a bit heartbroken. i think he’d love receiving head the most out of all the boys, sometimes he needs it even more than being inside you. he tries not to be greedy but he can’t help but feel so desperate to have your mouth around him, he’s not above begging for it. he’d never want to guilt you though, as whiny as he can be, he fully understands why it’s not your thing and feels a lil pathetic for wanting it so badly. he’d be so grateful if you would tease him a bit w your mouth when giving him a handjob, esp if you wrapped your lips around his dick right when he’s abt to cum and kissed his release back into his mouth <3

[gladdygirl18]

Sorry I haven't been able to put out more TTS's. A lot has been going on these past few weeks I didn't have time to write, but I am back with another tickle tea story; maybe short maybe long, idk but enjoy 🫶🏾

Blue me, orange BF

So about a few days ago, my boyfriend and I were chilling in his basement watching TV (minecraft I think idr 🤷🏾‍♀️) and in classic cheeky boyfriend fashion, he sneaks he hand around me and starts tickling me 😅💖

It's gotten to the point where this man tickles me almost every fucking day and I love it 🥰😍💖🫶🏾 after that, he tried to lay on top of me to keep tickling me, but I retaliated with my own tickles. At first he wasn't laughing and I said "come on hun, please laugh. Ik you're not that ticklish, but you're still kinda ticklish"

I was getting a bit frustrated when he wouldn't laugh, but after some time, he started giggling and and trying to stop my hands from tickling him

"Okay okaahahay! Plehehease!"

HIS LAUGHS WERE SO CUTE AHHH 😍😆😍💖🫶🏾😆🥰🫶🏾

Some time passes and it is Sunday evening. My boyfriend and I were cuddling on the couch in his basement and it was heaven omggg 🥰🫶🏾💖 (if u have a partner, have cuddle time it is amazing)

While cuddling I tried to tickle his armpits, but he got the upper hand and tickled me in turn (not that I minded ofc)

Come Tuesday afternoon, my boyfriend was taking a well needed break after doing some work. While sitting between his legs, he pulled me in close and started tickling me (at first i felt very numb to the feeling, but smth happened the night prior that made me really sick so yeah) after a but it did atart to tickle

"What ahahahare you doihihiging?"

"Im giving my girl the beat medicine"

OFC HED USE THAT PHRASE 😆🥰🫶🏾💖 HES SUCH A TEASE

After he finished tickling me, I flipped around and laid on his chest/stomach, I lifted up his shirt and started kissing his belly. Feeling cheeky, I kissed his bellybutton and placed my tongue in it; that got a reaction outta him

"Whats wrong?"

"It tihihihickles!"

"Oh reeeeaaallllyyyy?" Ofc I continued to kiss and tickle his bellybutton. After like a minute or 2, he put his meditation skills to use and blocked out the feeling (cheater 😒)

Now it's (last) Wednesday morning, and my boyfriend and I are just cuddling (even tho we had to be up and out of the house in like half an hour) now normally I'm very stubborn when waking up but this time round I was a bit more cooperative

While in the process of waking up, my boyfriend started tickling me so much omgg 😆😆🫶🏾💖🤭🤣 and you wanna know what the said to me?

"Who's my tickly girl? Who's my giggly girl? Come on, tell me~"

AHHHHH IVE ASCENDED😆😆💖🫶🏾🫶🏾😆💖💖

And he was hitting all of my sweet spots too omgggg laughing like that is so freeing. When he finally stopped, he climbed on top of me and asked, "How was that for a wake up call?"

All i could do was laugh. Wednesday after while sitting with some friends, I started ticking one of my other friends who is very ticklish in front of her boyfriend (he was on FaceTime at the time) and I was giving him tips on how to tickle her, but he already knew 🤭😏 (they are so cute together I swear😭💖🥰)

After that, my boyfriend slips his hand underneath my hoodie and shirt and starts kneading my belly pudge with ticklish vigor and oh goodness was it funny 😆🤣🤭💖 but it was fun tho

I said it once and i will say it again; it has gotten to the point where my boyfriend tickles me daily and omggg it is so freaking fun 😆💖 dear Lord the names he calls me

"What was that, my ticklish/giggly girl?" "Come on~ you know you wanna laugh" "laugh, laugh~"

AHHHHH I LOVE HIM SO MUCH 😭🥰😆💖😆🥰😭💖

I'm gonna break this up into another part cuz a lot happened in the past few days and if I put it all here, it's gonna be long as hell, so stay tuned for another update soon (might be tomorrow)

Tagging: @sunstone-smiles @giggly-squiggily @burningablaze @cutesmokes @otomiyaa

[ouroboros-hideout]

Don't think you've got away from me with just 4 questions for Aon ;) 20, 25, 33 + 12 (this one for both canon!Aon & corpo!Aon)

Omfg you putting me up for some challenges here. Pls excuse if the answers for Corpo Aon are not as 'developed' as the ones for the main HC. But I will try my best for you!

20 - When they are sad or upset do they need company or some time alone

Canon Aon: In her teenage years she always reached out to the the people she considered as a confidant/friend or partner when she felt sad. It really helped her to hear encouraging words or just getting a hug. When she had to leave Moscow she lost a lot of trust and rather sticked to herself and hid this emotion behind other emotions like a security mechanism, so she doesn't had to reveal she felt sad. For example laughing over bad situations. She never really learned to reach out to someone again but good for her she found ppl who can look behind that mask (especially Anna and Kurt) and therefore can give her all the things she actually needs but would never ask for.

She can deal a lot 'better' with beeing upset even when she had to learn to calm her anger over such situations. It often just helps to talk openly about the things that annoy her, but if she gets to hot headed she rather be for herself to calm down to not say or do smth she would regret later

Corpo Aon: She's way more openly with those feelings and in general a more chill person. But that's because she has become 'emotionally numb' over the years with SovOil and sees a lot of think more rationally. But later when she's with Colonel Peacock a lot of the thick ice that she build up around her will melt and she will learn to become a person instead of a corpo robot.

25 - Do they have fears and phobias, and if they do, do they usally keep it to themselves or talk about it openly

Canon Aon: I think she developed a slight Agoraphobie especially in relation to large gatherings of people and large squares in cities. She has been followed by agents of the Secret Police for years and felt really insecure when she couldn't tell who are all the people around her. Getting paranoid and all that. She tries to hide that ofc or when Kurt wants to take her to the city she tries to find stupid excuses not to go. But at some point he even helped her to overcome that phobia.

And about fears there are two things. One as I mentioned in another question is that she doesn't want to dissapoint her loved ones. So probably a fear of failure. And the second is the fear to suffocate. Step(dick)dad put that trauma on her (I need to finish my writing *cries*). So everytime she gets in situations where she's really really low on air she can start to panic. Or if someone touches her by the throat (Kurt had to learn that at some point but turned it to smth good by showing gentleness. He can really be a good guy sometimes). And maybe quit smoking at some point, Aon. Could help. Just a hint lmao.

So all in all she tries to hide her emotions here too but sooner or later it will come to light or she has to adress it to not feel even more uncomfortable with it.

Corpo Aon: Can't really think of a phobias she might have but she actually fears to be alone and later in addition to lose things/ppl that are important to her. She was a huge loner in her SovOil time and therefore is a lot clingier than canon Aon. You therefore could imagine smth like midnight storm (since she already had big feels for Kurt there) and seeing him almost die, was a insane emotional rollercoaster.

And here she would be more open about those fears aswell.

33 - What are one of their fondest and most treasured memories

Good it is just ONE of the fondest. I am so bad at ranking stuff.

Canon Aon: I have a scene in mind, short after Midnight Storm when Kurt is at his lowest point ever he would visit Aon in Russia since he wants/needs her expertise to build up his black market (circus) empire. Aon would introduce him to some of her suppliers. I think it would be epic if she would work togehter with something like 'ice pirates'. I don't have a better name for it. Illegal smuggle ppl with a badass ice breaker ship. They would visit them in their 'pirate bay' far up in the north.

So Kurt is still really down, emotionally, physically, a mess in general. They would stay in a house/cabin at the pirates bay and Aon would ask him to come outside during the night to show him the northern lights. I like to imagine Mr. Worldwide has never seen them in reallife and would actually be wowed. And if there is something Aon really enjoys it's making the peacock speachless. So it was a small, kind of magic moment that helped to cheer him up. And around that time they started to become closer. It all still took some time to develope since they didn't saw each other regulary but let's say it was one of many moments that sparked something for them.

Corpo Aon: There are not much fond situations before she goes to America so one of the greatest memories she probably has was when she and Kurt opened up the Black Market in Dogtown and her businesses started to flourish. Like a new beginning for them - togehter. Leaving all past things behind.

12 - How high is their self-esteem

Canon Aon: When it comes to work her self-esteem is really high. She often even turns into a annoying know-it-all.

In other areas, she first had to learn her self-worth. Her parents, especially her stepfather, treated her like trash and she felt that way for many years. As unwanted, outcast and a mistake. Only when she was with the Nomads and found many people there who appreciated her, her personality etc. and later also met Kurt who accepted her with all her strengths and flaws as she is, it gave her a boost and she also became more confident here.

Corpo Aon: For the most part, she only defines herself through her work, so she has a stronger sense of self-worth. She also never had to go through the teenage traumas like Canon Aon. Well, she did go to war, but these experiences also helped her to grow.

[dreamlesinearlygrave]

for when you graduate and en route to become the person you want to be:

for what its worth you were the first person for a very long time that came by and i knew from almost the beginning that if I were to really plunge myself into it i'd be consumed entirely especially when theres already so much going on for me in life (both of us really but i'm really really glad we've come into aquaintances).... it might not seem like it but i told my bestfriend that i think i have fallen for you in late February and i got really terrified afterwards... but with you its a different type of love and tenderness that i have only experienced until now.

You and the woody and floral smell of yours reminded me of the flowers that have fallen off the trees at the happy valley racecourse. When i was a little girl, i would always pick them up from the field and bring it home and put it in a shallow bowl of water so it'd survive just a bit longer. i've always thought bringing them home was the right thing to do but it probablly would've been better if i had left it where i found it so it could be pollinated or smth. i think its similar to the care i have for you, when you adore a flower so much and you want to take it home but you come to your senses and want it to bloom over and over again? That was the dilemma that i was having the entire time, it would be wrong to do anything to it and not let it bloom into its prettiest and most natural self. Weird analogy and as odd as that sounds i think thats one of the reasons why i let myself step back most times and just sponge things up because i want to observe and let you decide most things and see where it would take us. i didn't want to impede in any way? That probably sounded weird in your head but anyways i do reckon there are times i got too caught up in the moment/process that i appeared placid and numb to everything because deep down i too always overthink everything and didn't want to appear like so at least in front of you...i sincerely don't know why...but honestly as long as we were together, nothing else really mattered to me, i was ok with everything. You asked why i was so indifferent after you told me bout that hang out u had with some girl, in all honesty i was infuriated and jealous to the core but not because it was a girl but two things: i thought it was unfair that we don't have that luxury to hang out like that but also you trying to provoke me was kinda dumb so i just mellowed out my anger ALSO the fit that you wore its one of those "you trying to look good to impress" fits so yeah i did go to bed angry. i guess this whole time you wanted me to be less "indifferent" so i guess thats where we differ... its just unfortunate that i haven't been able to show you that i care in ways that you'd understand.

This is all coming out now because also congratulations, you made it through uni ...i know you are going to move into a very different stage of your life and i've been in that position before so i understand how terrifying it is to head into an abyss of unknown but if my thoughts still mattered to you , just know you're not alone in this. i hate to break it to you but after awhile you'll see that life is really fuking bleak (so its normal that you're frustrated and feeling lost, it would be concerning if you didn't feel this way) BUT you'll find happiness and moments of surprises that take the pain in it away (even just for a little) and for me that was you, you were one of the relievers... i guess for the longest time i didn't want to ever come off as too strong and scare you away but sincerely thats how i felt even though our time together was so short-lived...i just want you to know that you're not alone in this and you have friends including me (though distant)that have so much faith in you because i know you will do a superb job at it because you're kenny and you're perfect the way you are even though i called u "psychotic" lol

What i meant by psychotic is just and i know i said this countless times but i think you approach life with 0-100 mentality and i love that about you... i guess that was a poor choice of words but what i really meant was i think your super determined and that definetly ignited something in me. I...but sometimes when you want something you get super tunnel-visioned and expect me to just "keep up"; that you sorta forget about everything else and that includes me... that's what I meant by me being collateral damage... and as much as i care for you i don't have the mental capacity to be heartbroken and upset anymore, so I've genuinely accepted thats who are you and i was fine and ok with the most part of it but you kept hurting me (unintentionally or intentionally) and that's what I cannot tolerate.

I guess what i am trying to say is, If letting you go means you can achieve the things that you want without needing to cater my happiness, then i'm willling to let you go and pursue those things freely because vic versa i would not be able to forgive myself if i fuck things up for myself, time is too precious right now.

There's a selfish part in me that i want to have you all to myself but i also care so much that i want you to be happy and get whatever it is that you desire. I just hope when we both become our most secure selves, we'd both find the happiness and love that we deserve. Reflecting on all the things that were said during our last conversation, you kept phrasing in ways that you think i don't care but thats not true, i don't want you to feel like you don't deserve love kenny, i feel like sometimes you overthink things especially with relationship stuff its because of what had happened in the past but you're so lovable kenny, if life and time permits, i would not let you go ever i just want to hug you so tightly all the time, but you need to believe that yourself too. i don't know if i can ever assure you in ways that you'd want to be assured in but if there's ever an opportunity I would love to get to know you properly all over again where we start off as friends so I can learn how to love you in ways that you'd understand. i know i don't seem like I care and that is something i want to work on but really really really i have so much love for you, you cannot even fathom.

i really enjoyed our time together. Thank you for being faithful and kind to me when i was unsure even though u had ur own doubts too. i guess it just not in our favor but i just want you to know you hold a very special place in my heart. you have tapped a part of my soul that completely changed the way i view this world and morphed me into a different person, you might not feel the same now but i think you deserve me to be honest at least for once. Those days where we're just chilling and not really doing anything, sleeping together w the puppers and holding hands for the first time on my couch in Toronto will forever be a memory i hold close to my heart. i wish you the best of luck in everything, you got this and i know you will have it in you to decide what is right for you.

[spiritual-messages]

Blessings coming your way pick a card! ❤️

Hey there! Todays reading is all about blessings that are coming in your life ... Which wish is coming TRUE ? What blessings are coming?

Before we begin ..I want you to take few deep breaths and center yourself .. Now pick a pile that you are attracted to the most

The pictures aren't mine and are

taken from Pinterest credit to the owners ❤️ thank yaaa bless!

Pile 1 ---- pile 2

Pile 3

Pile 1

Energy :

damn I heard " money " 👀 as soon as I connected .. Woohhhh strong sad vibes.. Experienced loss in wealth ? Wanna know about money ? Is this investment worthy ? Anything money related ? If you were concerned about these topics then Congo! you picked the right pile my dear!

Current situation :

So what i see is that there was a loss ... That was all of sudden... Smth happened that damaged your financial life .. And now all you are doing is panic panic and panic.. I see you over working .. Multiple jobs .. Trying to rebuilt what was torn apart .. Working with full determination .. Skipping meals and all wooooffff.. BITCH CALM THAT ASS DOWN .. BREATHE! I SAID BREATHE OKAY!? chill out pleasee u need to ..

Blessing :

Now .. Lemme tell ya good news.. Whatever happened.. Was needed.. Becz theres smth more bigger for you . let go love .. Please take time for yourself and relax.. I see there are blockages .. I see u stressed and worried for future but .. Trust me theres money coming in .. Possible new job offer.. Bonus.. Probably your boss give you a promotion .. Probably you'll start gaining success in your passion yess.. The universe is telling you to follow your passion and trust me they got you ! They got your back .. Just relax .. I see the blessing coming your way is definitely an ideal career .. More money and a happy life .. Things can only change once you learn to accept and let go of the past so please do .. I see the stuckness fading away soon so.. Chill out take a break.. Probably go on a trip ? Work on yourself .. And then take action .. See whats right for you.. There are alot of opportunities coming so be open to them.. Be positive .. Becz whats coming in future is more important than what has gone .. Trust the process have faith.. Money is coming for you babeee just let the clouds of panic and overthinking fade . watch the sun shine again..

Wishing you the best

Bless!

These songs might be significant for you ! Do listen to these ❤️

Pile 2

Energy :

So pile two .. " karmic " " heartache " I heard these words.. I see.. You must be broken .. Trapped .. And stuck somewhere not being able to move on.. Clinging onto the past .. Damn I feel heaviness on my heart like some sort of weight .. This is my heart broken pile .. You got cheated on ? Third party ? Break up? Cant move on ? Then this is your pile ..

Current situation:

So I see smth happened all of the sudden . everything was going good and this shit happened that left you numb and broken .. A tower moment.. A painful karmic relationship is what i see.. You gave so much love to this person and in return you got cheated on .. Now you are doubting your self .. Questioning yourself " am I worthy " and asking universe why they did that to you .. I pick on a lot of broken energy .. Yes you are worthy of love .. There is so much more better for you so stop .. Stop doubting yourself just let the past go .. The old progress must have fell down and got broken just becz of its weak foundation .. But try to see the positive .. Now you can build smth new .. Strong and better than before ..

I see that this was a tower moment in your life .. And right now you are in the middle of chaos .. Absolute chaos damn it .. I feel so stressed .. Alright.. Lets just jump onto the blessings..

Blessing:

So as a blessing I see you moving on .. Moving on from this painful shit that you didn't deserve .. I see you growing .. You might spend time with nature alot .. And now i see a new journey .. You will start a new journey that i'll come as a blessing .. The universe is telling you to let it flow and unfold naturally . becz on this journey you'll learn to love ans accept yourself .. I see you helping others . or receiving health... You'll definitely heal from the pain full past with help from someone (possibly a soulmate) I see you'll attract a soulmate into your life by working on yourself . that will love and accept you and will be grateful foe your work.. You will attract TRUE love you manifested this soulmate .. You asked for smth permanent thats why the old karmic shit has ended .. You can move on .. All you need to do is trust yourself .. Pay attention to signs love your angels are trying to help you .. Pay attention to angel numbers .. Songs and dreams .. That could be imp for you 👀 wish you best my dear

Bless!

please listen to these songs these might be significant for y'all

Pile 3

Energy :

So so so plieee 3 welcome to the reading . I feel happy so happy... Your energy is so positive .. So happy and feel as if im on the mountains and the sun is shining bright and feels good and warm on my skin ... Wow.. .. Are you manifesting smth ? Wishing for someone ? Manifesting a specific person ? this is your pile thennn

Current situation:

Alrightie .. Right now i see you manifesting smth and sending positive vibes to the universe .. But sometimes you feel doubts tryin to blur your vision but trust me you are a master in manifestation .. coolll I just wanna dance for some reason .well okay okay i feel it .. The vibe..

Blessings :

So guys .. Whatever you are wishing for .. Is gonna come into your life ... I see wish fulfillment .. You might be noticing angel numbers such as " 111 , 1111" I heard " bad romance " the song might be significant for you .. So if you are manifesting a relationship or a soulmate possibly a twin soul.. They are coming . in you damn life .. I see success and patience . i see you'll finally get what you have ever wanted all you have to do is accept the changes and be patient becz positive changes are coming . light is coming ( sun and light both cards are there wooohooo! Cheers to my pile three! You rock guys)

I see good luck and fortune coming along with money . you attracted that shit mhm mhm go get it .. I heard " delicious " well hello *eyebrows wiggling* whatever you prayed for or visualized about .. Is coming to you .. another song loveee .. You'll be on the best version of yourself.. Happy and healthy ..learning and growing .. Creating your damn reality .. Just how you wanted . here comes my bad bitches proud of y'all you got this lovee! So happy for yaaa .

Please listen to these song ls as this might be significant for y'all ❤️

Bless!

Byeeeh 🦋🤍

So this was my veryfirst reading please show me some love and give me honest feed backs wish you a very best future remember y'all are devine beings and can create your own reality

[acradelius]

Hiii, do you open request? If yes , can you please do mercy x Fem reader who is not a soldier but there was a situation where bad things happen to her and she is traumatized of it but she try so hard not to show it and tell anyone about it. It works for a while until Angela founds out ( could be where mercy is the source of it like drunk and not realizing she hit her or smth bc she's drunk and stressed) . Thank you so muchhh

"It's Time To Get Some Help"

Fandom: Overwatch / Overwatch 2

Pairing: Angela Ziegler (Mercy) x F!Reader

Rating: Lime [🟢] (Equivalent to PG-13)

Warnings/Mention Ofs: Substance Abuse, Physical Abuse, Implied Trauma Reactions, Implied Domestic Abuse, Toxic Behavior, Toxic Relationship, Implied Numbness, Implied Being A Punching Bag

Word Count: 733 Words

Author's Note: Make sure to tell your support mains that you appreciate them <3

“How many drinks have you already consumed, Angela?” 

While the question coming from her beloved (Y/N) shouldn’t have irritated her, as the question itself followed by (Y/N)’s tone when asking the question was more from concern, Angela couldn’t feel anything else besides anger start to dwell within her. “Why.. does it matter?” Angela rudely retaliates, quickly turning around to face (Y/N), who was currently standing at the doorway with her hands crossed over her chest, not only stumbling on her own words but also struggling to keep herself standing. “Not like you’re going.. going to be the one dealing with the hangover.” Just the brief thought of facing the hangover that was going to drag her through hell in the morning had Angela leaning back against her desk and downing the rest of her drink, face scrunching up at the bitter aftertaste of the alcohol burning her throat. It was the non-threatening steps that (Y/N) took towards the intoxicated Angela, the words that had then come from (Y/N) causing Angela to have a complete and utter meltdown. 

“You’ve had enough drinks by now, Angela.”

It had begun with some sort of sound emitting from Angela’s mouth, something that (Y/N) could only describe as some sort of shrieking sound. There was definitely some reaction from being irritated, and something related to anger, that was something (Y/N) could definitely tell. Various paperwork and objects that had found temporary residence on Angela’s desk soon met their demise as she clutched them up from their spots, tearing them apart or simply throwing them across the room, not caring as to wherever they ended up on the floor. Profanities had begun to leave her lips and echo off the walls of the office, being followed by comments such as “I’ve been doing so much for everyone around here and I don’t even get any genuine thanks!”, “No one understands how stressful this job completely is and they always joke around, stating that being a support for them is an easy job that anyone can do!”, and “You’re literally a part of the problem, (Y/N)! You’re not helping what so ever!” 

Despite that it seemed to have taken place within an extended amount of time, the whole ordeal had only taken course over a couple of minutes. (Y/N) during this course of time had cautiously, slowly approached Angela, but had remained silent the whole time. She wasn’t absolutely sure on how to console the doctor, but figured she might as well give it a try. “Angela..” (Y/N) initially called out for the doctor in attempts to distract her from her path of destruction, yet had been deterred from making any other advancements watching Angela raise her hand that was tightly clutching a clipboard. Angela doesn’t miss the reactions of (Y/N) flinching at her hand being raised, especially with an object in hand. Angela doesn’t miss that (Y/N)’s biting her lip harshly, hands forming into fists as if she was expecting the blow to happen. It’s then that Angela takes into notice the small marks that are faded against her skin, how the bags have formed underneath her eyes. “(Y-Y/N)..” Angela whispers, lowering her hand and letting the clipboard drop to the floor, slightly flinching from the sound that echoes. “Where did you get those marks..?” 

“You, Angela,” (Y/N) speaks softly, slowly opening her eyes to look at Angela, but her vision becomes blurred from the tears that started to form. “With all those drinks that you consume, I’m not surprised that you don’t necessarily remember.” She’s trembling, internally afraid that Angela would begin to lash out once again, but it’s obvious that she’s become too tired to fight against it. “I’m exhausted, Angela. We both happen to be exhausted, but we can’t continue on like this. You can’t continue to console and deal with your issues with drinking. I can’t continue just letting these things slide and taking the abuse from it.” 

It’s a mutual understanding between the two, sitting down amongst the strewn-out paperwork and discussing the important things, important things that should’ve been spoken about long ago. It’s going to take some time, take some time for them both to get the help that they properly need, for Angela and (Y/N) to heal and begin a healthier relationship.

[tinyyoungblood]

hi!! adore your work love. could you maybe do smth where stark!reader has to get her wisdom teeth out but HATES the dentist so she brings her boyf peter and her dad w her?? and then when they get home the avengers are all waiting with like comical amounts of flowers and stuffed animals and then reader says some funny shiii and thor thinks she’s like dying lol. idk if that made sense but i’m getting my wisdom teeth out soon and i’m scared😭 thank u so so much love u babe

pairing: peter parker x stark!reader

a/n: tysm lovely :,) i rushed through this like my life depended on it, but i hope i’m not too late. either way, i hope you’re okay! it’s frightening but those bad boys gotta go because we don’t need that kind of energy in our lives. enjoy x

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ───

wisdom teeth? more like wisdoom

y/n has to get her wisdom teeth removed and it’s the singular most dreadful thing she’s ever had to do, which says a lot because her dad is tony richling stark

doing dreadful things she doesn’t want to do but still somehow end up doing just because she can is a personality trait at this point

no one really makes a big deal out of it since ~death~ is part of their job description, but y/n is terrified

and when a stark is terrified the only thing that will keep them one step from insanity is researching the hell out of it

that information will be info dumped into every conversation for the next few weeks leading up to the appointment

“y/n you need anything from the store?” "no thanks, did you know the side effects of getting your wisdom teeth out include ✨sudden death or blood clots✨ tho” “……..i have a coupon?”

the day of the appointment, peter comes along and literally doesn’t let go of y/n’s hand. he keeps touching her to let her know that he’s there and it’s so. adorable

he would rest his hand on her knee, gently stroke her back while holding her, or just play with her hair

happy drops them off and he’s too Cool™ for emotions but he knows y/n’s a wreck, so he just fist bumps her with a single nod and she almost breaks down bc it’s really affectionate

y/n is sitting in the dentist chair and genuinely nothing is happening yet, but she’s squeezing peter’s hand like it’s a sponge

peter might have a high pain tolerance but he’s in pain pain and he prays that his hand won’t just explode on him

the dentist notices how peter tries to keep it together and chuckles

“you okay there, son?” “yea it’s fine, had a better time when a building fell on me tho haha” “pardon?” “oh i mean i didn’t have a good time, i just had a better time”

because y/n is running Anxious Town™, the dentist gives her a sedative to help her relax 

plus, an injection of local anaesthetic to numb the tooth and surrounding area

she doesn’t feel anything and it’s GREAT

the procedure is quicker than expected and now the real fun begins

she tries to walk but she falls down so peter scoops her up bridal style and happy stays glued at her side

y/n doesn’t mind although she literally doesn’t recognise them and they’re practically strangers to her

but girly sees an opportunity and tries to flirt with peter bc why wouldn’t she

“you’re pretty” *blushes* “why thanks” “you should let your girlfriend know” “i should let her know i’m pretty?” “so you do have a gf? :(” “yea it’s you” “:)”

they stop for gas and peter goes in to get some water for y/n, and in her infinite wisdom, she decides it’s burger time

her mouth is completely numb and she’s practically leaving a trail of drool behind her, but she’d kill for a burger right now

so she wobbles around aimlessly for an hour on some random parking lot as if the ground might just magically open up like a rabbit hole and lead her to five guys

she’s going places. not back to the car. definitely not five guys. they’re closed. but places

peter finally finds her and he’s drenched from head to toe in sweat. he doEsn’T wAnt tO tALk abOut iT tho so she lets him take her to subway instead

normally, she would know that peter’s usual subway order is bread-lettuce-jalapeño

but in her drugged-up state, it had simply slipped her mind so now she’s staring at him like he’d just murdered someone right in front of her

“that- that’s your order?? no meat or anything just bread, lettuce, and a little spice?”

meanwhile at the compound, sam and steve are ordering everyone around bc they want to decorate this place before y/n gets home to surprise her

they take it very seriously too. they’ve watched like one HGTV show and said it’s our time

they finally get home and tony gives y/n a big hug, asking her what took so long

happy tells him that she was keen on getting burgers bc apparently someone has taught her that stressful times call for ~cheeseburgers~

he proceeds to look at tony with a pointed look

tony just shrugs and goes “she was a problem child. we don’t mention her dark past”

she’s swaying on the spot and keeps grinning like a fool and thor just stares at her weirdly before elbowing bruce and whispering loudly,

“what’s wrong with her? is she dying? should i start collecting leaves, i know this remedy—"

no one can tell if y/n is just happy to see the newly decorated home or if she’s just delighted to see everyone but then she goes around hugging the entire team

she doesn’t even acknowledge the sky-high pile of teddy bears and flowers everywhere bc she’s just squeezing everybody

y/n is so high, she just starts to spill all of her feelings about everyone and they’re already so overwhelmed by the hug chain they can’t take this too

“wanda i just want you to know that you’re like my big sister and you’re always taking care of me and i know you and vision are just going to make such good parents one day”

“bucky you absolute PRICK, you FIEND, you’re the best chess player ever and that’ll never change and i wouldn’t be good without you, i hate to say it but you deserve happiness even after you made me lose five times in a row yesterday”

“dad, you’re so strong and smart, even though we’re like never on the same page, you’re always along for the ride, i want to be like you when i grow up, i swear i’m gonna try to be as good to the avengers as you were to us” “aww- wait makes you think i'll be the first to die“

“nat you’re such a bitch about your protein shakes but you’re my best friend and i wouldn’t have it any other way, you can try out as many make up looks on me as you want”

“bruce, brucey, i would live with you in your lab for the rest of my days if i had to, whenever you ask me to hand you stuff i feel useful and important”

“laura’s way out of your league clint i have no idea how the fuck you got her but don’t lose her and i want to be your next child’s godmother”

“steve…we’re your family now. we’re always gonna be your family now. okay?”

“loki you’re not fooling anyone with your attitude, we all know you’re part of the family, you were just misunderstood and messed up bc of your dad–FUCK him by the way–but i realised everyone deserves as many chances as they need because of you”

“sam i would genuinely kill anyone who wronged you, even if they cut you in line at the grocery store, i would knife them no hesitation”

“thor, you poor golden retriever have been through so much, on my way here i made a wish on an eyelash for you bc you deserve better, your postcards always make my day, love you”

she mumbles something to peter that no one else can hear but he blushes and chokes back a sob

y/n orders hot soup and bucky brings it to her but before he even has time to react peter drops everything and ZOOMS across the room in .3 seconds

he barrels into bucky so hard they both go flying, but peter just smoothly rolls out of it and onto his feet like some kind of super ninja

“DUDE WHAT THE HELL” “😠 y/n is not supposed to drink hot liquids 😠”

all of this happens in mere seconds but sam has filmed it all and now slow mo clips go viral online of some mysterious kid knocking over the winter soldier

y/n’s a little in and out after that, but when she fully regains consciousness, she’s on a pile of blankets, surrounded by the team on the floor <3

* * *

let me know if this is actually comforting lmao stay hydrated pals

hc masterlist

[sso-montana]

Mo's guide to magic, pt. 1(?)

welcome! in this I try to explain my interpretation of the sso magic system, starting with the four soul rider circles ofc. feel free to share your own ideas and thoughts, as this isn't waterproof and probably doesn't make that much sense, but it works for me and critique and ideas are ofc appreciated!

first off, this post focuses on the spells and abilities exclusive to each circle. users from different circles are still able to use the same basic magic (e.g. fire or transformation spells as well as all types of healing plants and everything i can't think of right now) as well as all kinds of enhanced magic of their circle and "dark" magic (as the keepers like to call it, magic itself isn't good nor bad, but for what and how it's used). different individuals will excel in different types of magic, yada yada yada

Lightning Circle

this is the circle that is mostly known for its use in combat, and for a good reason. the lighning circle is referred to as the "judgment" of aideen and its members have a reputation as warriors and fighters amongst the keepers. this is reflected in the way the circle is able to use magic, since it really is simply using different kinds of lightning.

the soul strike is the one most used, as it is the most harmless of the bunch. there is no heat involved in this form, as in contrast to the others. soul strike simply is a bright lighning bolt with the capability to freeze/paralyze its opponent. this is caused by the electricity of the lighning numbing and paralyzing the opponent which renders them unable to move/speak.

fire strike on the other hand is literal lightning. besides the voltage number users can also control the amount of heat that gets released while fighting. additionally, this type of lightning magic can and will cause the opponent and sometimes even the user physical injuries such as burns and scars depending on the intensity used. melting or setting things on fire is also a very real possibility as well as causing electronics to short-circuit

lightning ball is the hardest and rarest form used by circle members for the simple reason that it requires a lot of training and effort to form fire strike into a ball. in addition to all the characteristics and dangers fire strike posses, lightning ball has also the ability to rip holes through people and objects, so it should be used with precision. so, yes, you can pull of a kamehameha with this, but please don't rip any holes into things (esp buildings)

Sun Circle

obviously, being able to create portals is pretty useful, tho it shouldn't be used too much because ripping a hole into space and time isn't exactly a good thing and should (technically) only be used when necessary. it is also possible to create pure light, which is quite useful to scare away shadow seekers (Anne can confirm this). the next step would be to form this little light into a small projectile. if you manage this, you are your very own laser! (we are talking about pure light, which radiates heat, please, for the love of aideen, use with caution.) also, please keep in mind that this can seriously injure/temporarily blind people. if that was your goal, then congrats or smth

but besides the obvious use of the sun circle it also has a pretty neat trick: shields. after all, the circle is known as "aideens shield", would be weird if they didnt have any shields. these are created by taking light and forming it into a *insert preferred shield shape of the user* and boom, you have a shield. (it should be noted that these shields are made of pure light, so they radiate heat. if any opponents run against them or you accidentally hit your fellow soul rider with them, a trip to the ER or next star circle member might be needed. burns are no fun) the brightness of the shield is what determines the heat of it, too. keep it to a low and your opponent will just loose a tooth if they run against it instead of having half their face melted of. again, unless that's what you would want for whatever reason

Moon Circle

i know, the moon circle usually isn't used in combat and has its strengths in fortune telling as well as seeing into the past/future. that doesn't mean it's completely useless in battle tho, because it can grant you the ability to become invisible. it's hard for your opponent to beat you up if they can't see you, duh. and they have all kinds of common magic not exclusive to their circle ar their disposal, so there's no need to worry abt it's members

(maybe give them an ibuprofen and some peace and quiet if they use their little dissapering trick quite often as it can lead to pretty bad headaches. magic is not without its disadvantages)

Star Circle

okay, the healers. those people are busiest after the battle takes place, as they usually are the one to take care of any injuries from others and their own. still, just like the moon circle, they are not defenseless in battle. their power lays with healing and creating, and creating is what comes in handy.

see, stars are basically just far away suns, which means their far away balls of fire that give of light. a random run-in with a dark rider? boom, sword made of materialized light. (or polearms, greatsword, whatever suits your taste and you can handle best. it can also just be a shield if no sun circle user is avaliable. or a baseball bat. the members imagination is their limit.) as to the dangers, same drill as with the sun circle. keep the brightness on the low, and your hands will thank you since, unlike sun shields, you actually have to touch your weapon of choice.

surprisingly, this less common use of the star circle is less taxing on members than the healing, as it takes a lot if enery out of them and tends to leave users exhausted and tired.

of course, depending on what circle you are part of will also somewhat predetermine which kind of magic you are naturally inclined to. most star circle users are great at memorizing healing plants and lightning and sun circle users have a favor for fire spells. those are just the norm tho and with enough patience, training or stubbornness anyone can excel at any kind of magic they want. just make sure you don't harm anyone (that you don't intend to harm-) and look after your friends and fellow soul riders.

a/n: this was part one of probably two, as I do want to make another post going into corruption and magic poisoning, aka the stuff evergray, anne and montana have going for them. there is also a difference between earth and pandorian magic, which could also be interesting to go into, as the soul riders and keepers do use pandorian magic (imo, simply bc I love the irony) and witches tend to dabble in both (mrs. h probably uses mainly earth magic imo tho). and if there are any aspects I forgot or could go more into detail, let me know! I love talking abt magic systems, lore and the silly little world building from the story I always keep talking abt but probably will never publish.

[phantaloon-books]

I was rereading the iconic reunion at baltimore and this came to me and I can't not write it (even though I have a half finished chapter waiting to be written for a fic for a whole different fandom but who cares right)

in which neil regrets realizes that the feds were on to something when they talked about witness protection program. brace yourselves, it's angst time bby. please bear with me, I don't write stuff like this, content and format wise.

so everyone knows what goes down in baltimore. everyone knows that famous college exy striker for the foxes neil josten has been the son of the butcher of baltimore all along, and that smth happened after he was kidnapped and tortured that resulted in the butcher and some associates to be killed. everyone knows that neil walked out alive, injured but alive. so when a few weeks, months later, associates of the butcher start getting raided and taken in custody, everyone knows exactly who opened his little mouth and revealed everything he knows (bc there's literally no one else who could know this stuff and would be willing to share with the fucking feds, no one has a death wish)

It's a slow process. It starts with the feeling of not being safe, which is ridiculous, because he hasn't been quite as safe as he is right now, with the foxes, his family, and most importantly with Andrew. They're on summer break, technically speaking, even if they're at campus for practice because they gotta train the new foxes. They're barely doing anything than hanging out together and training, but still Neil can't shake the feeling that something is wrong, that someone is watching him, but he doesn't say anything, because it doesn't make sense, he's just being paranoid, there's no need to panic.

Neil can swear he's being watched. He feels the dread whenever he's out of the dorm, when he's out running, when they go out to eat something, when they go to the mall, on their way to practice, at Eden's. But when he looks around there's no one looking, it's been weeks and nothing has happened, he hasn't seen anyone.

Neil can tell Andrew is growing suspicious of the way he checks out a place, the way his eyes trace every corner, every exit, because he's starting to fall back in old habits, and he knows Andrew hates it. But Andrew doesn't ask, he knows that Neil will speak when he feels ready, so he lets it go, even if he can't quite let got of the worry clawing at his heart.

But everything keeps going normally, things are fine, everything is fine fine fine. Neil doesn't talk about it, but it's fine really. Until it's not fine at all, but it's also too late to talk now because his head is fuzzy and throbbing, and he feels like he might throw up and he feels pain even if he's not sure where the pain is coming from. But he can't do anything now, he can't tell Andrew how he's been feeling dread for weeks, because a man whose name he doesn't even know but whose face is awfully familiar is standing right in front of him where he lies on the floor, and the situation is also awfully familiar.

Stop being a martyr. Oh Andrew would kill him. If Neil gets out of this alive, Andrew will kill him, because he left again. He didn't want to, he really didn't. He was out on a run while Andrew was in therapy with Bee and Aaron, a couple miles away from fox tower, when a car pulled up right in front of him, two men wearing hoods and sunglasses stepping out and standing in front of him. He came to a halt, trying his best to keep calm because who the hell were these men and what did they want and for fucks sake can this just stop? It would have been smart to turn around and try to get back to the tower but he can't ever keep his mouth shut can he?

"Look I don't know who you are, I don't care what you want, but you're in my way, so move away if you know what's best." He intended to go for more sarcastic, but he was doing his best not to panic, so that had to do.

"You're coming with us, get in the car, or we'll do this the hard way." Their voices said they wouldn't hesitate, but Neil laughed anyway, that smile he knew was the Butcher's resting on his lips. Anything to make the men leave. He opened his mouth and then- "The Minyard twins are at Dr. Dobson's office. Reynolds, Walker, and Wilds are at the mall. Hemmick, Boyd and Day are in the dorms. The newbies are at the dorms as well. Come with us the easy way and we'll let them walk out of their respective places alive, Nathaniel."

And he was fucked. Of course he hadn't been safe, he would never be safe. In fact no one he cared about would ever be safe. He should have known better. But he wasn't going to let the foxes be harmed.

"How do I know you won't kill them anyway?" The snark was gone, the smile vanished. His face was blank and dangerous, because he'd done this before. "I don't even know who you are, you're obviously not the big guys, and I don't remember seeing your faces."

"We don't want to attract unnecessary attention. All we care about is you. If you come, you spare us all the trouble. As for who we are, let's just say someone is pissed at the piece of shit that ruined everything."

"The Butcher's friends then. I can't argue with that, it's a habit of mine to fuck up. Ichirou won't be too happy if something happened." He played his strongest card but fuck it. The Moriyamas owed him protection, Ichirou himself had made a deal with him.

"The moment they turned their backs to the Wesninski and made a deal with Hatford, those Japanese shits mean nothing to us." These were desperate men apparently. If the Moriyamas were nothing, the FBI was even less. "Time is running Nathaniel, decide. You or them?"

Andrew would kill him, but they'd talked about it before. Neil had told Andrew. If it means losing you, then no. He would not put himself first. Hell, he'd told the others before, the Foxes were all he had, he wasn't going to risk them for himself, not for anything. He needed to keep them safe.

So now he's lying on the cold wooden floor of some house or shed or whatever, drowsy from whatever they drugged him with once he got in the car, and in pain after being beaten for the last hour or so. He didn't bother asking the man (who is obviously in charge and sent the two men) for a name, and honestly he still doesn't plan to. What was the point of that anyway? He just looks up at the cold brown eyes of the man standing over him, Neil's face as neutral as he could keep it despite the fear of not making it out alive threatening to pull him under. The man just stares at him, calculative eyes and cruel smile, and Neil can't take it.

"What, so you're just gonna stand there? I have better shit to do." He hears the slur in his voice, wonders if it's just the drugs or something else. A concussion is likely. He's met with silence, so he closes his eyes and lays his head down. Fuck he's tired of these situations. He truly will never be safe, no one will-

"You know, I was expecting so much more from you Nathaniel," the man says with a laugh, "I was told that you'd put up a fight, I thought this would be fun. They said you'd beg for your precious life, but you haven't even made an effort."

Whoever his source was, they definitely do not know Neil, or Nathaniel for that matter. Not only is he not going to risk the men hurting the others, but he isn't going to fight, not against so many of them, not when running would be more likely to get him out alive. He isn't going to let them know that. "First go fuck yourself, and second, this isn't remotely close to entertaining to what I've been through, maybe if it was more interesting."

What does Andrew say? Regret is worthless? It seems right, because he can't find regret in what he said, even if his face is a bloody mess (what's new?) and his body shakes with shivers, after his head is held underwater so many times. No, he doesn't regret it. Instead he finds himself laughing a hollow thing.

"Y'know at least others have had a point, this time it's just for the fun of it, and it's not being much fun." His voice cracks a couple times, hoarse from coughing up water.

"You're right though, it is for fun. You cost me absolutely everything Nathaniel. Did you know the feds and the Moriyamas have been after us for months? Hunting us like we're rabbits, all because you decided to be a dipshit and open your mouth. You should be dead. You should have died ten years ago, back in March, anytime. All your existence caused us is trouble. And ratting us to the feds wasn't enough was it? No you told Ichirou all of the Butcher's men were loose ends, too." The man took a deep breath, composing himself. "So yes Nathaniel, this is for fun. This is payback, you've cost many lives, this is retribution for speaking, and I'm gonna enjoy seeing you have fun for as long as I can."

At some point, after hours, he's left alone in the dark, in the cold. He knows he’s in pain. He’s pretty sure his arm is broken, and so are several ribs. He knows he should be in a lot of pain, but he's just numb. Regret is worthless. Because even if he feels even worse than how he felt last winter at Evermore, he doesn’t regret it. He can’t be sure the guy’s men were truly going to kill the Foxes, but he doesn’t regret coming here to make sure the others don’t suffer more than they already have because of him. He wonders if Andrew will forgive him. He didn’t leave proof that he didn’t want to leave this time. Would Andrew think he left them - him? God, he hopes not. Would Andrew look for Neil or leave it thinking that Neil wanted to leave?

It doesn’t really matter, though. Neil is so tired. This time isn’t like when he was on the run or when he went to Evermore or when Lola took him. While with the Ravens, Kevin knew he was there at least, if anything were to happen, a person would know where to look somehow. At Baltimore, several people knew the most likely place to find him; Uncle Stewart, the Hatfords, Kevin again. He has no idea of where he is, or who took him, and no one knows he’s been taken in the first place. No one will ever find him.

Maybe it’s better that way, he thinks. No one will have to deal with the burden of him or his disappearance or his death, because no one will know. The simple thing would be to assume he ran. He hopes they assume he ran. Maybe they’ll be hurt, but haven’t they been expecting him to run? They won’t make it to championships without him considering Jack is an awful striker, but Kevin will manage. Andrew - Andrew is the one who expects him to run the most, maybe he’ll take it nicely. Neil hopes he takes it nicely. Guilt blossoms among the nothingness in his chest, but he can’t take it back, and he doesn’t want to. It’s better this way. No one will find him, but that’s fine. He wonders what the Moriyamas will do. He doesn’t want to think about that. He thinks of Andrew, the kisses, the care, the love, the nights spent together. Thank you, you were amazing. He wishes he could tell him how much he cares one last time. He feels something wet slip down his face. He can’t tell if it’s water, blood or tears. He sighs. He thinks of Andrew, and his eyes slip close.

[lcnelyinthesky]

a/n: hi!!! sakusa comfort fic!! hc that his guilty pleasure is chess oooo lmao this is it this is what we write now im ellie and i barely know chess but last night at three am i listened to the guy i like explain a chess game to me and it was nice... but like im pretty sure im shadowbanned or smth my engagement is DOWN pls interact 

genre: fluff, comfort fic

warnings: none

word count: 1k

enjoy~

It always felt strange to wake up in the morning. Cracking your eyes open to the new day felt like the descent further into hell, and there was really no way out of it. This was just life, and maybe someday it wouldn’t fucking suck.

The actions of the day just proved it more. The way you fell into the shadows proved something in your head you didn’t want to believe. Nothing ever made you feel more alone. So as you sat, staring up at the ceiling after a day full of numbness and pain, your head wondered who would still be in your corner. 

Sakusa Kiyoomi wasn’t exactly your type. He was far too brash and blunt and some little habits he had would live their lives on your nerves. He was so different from you, but it’d be a lie if you said you didn’t admire him--in some unexplainable way. You hadn’t known him for long, but you were angry about how quickly he became all you thought about. How quickly he ended up as the thing that kept you smiling late at night. He wasn’t kind and he wasn’t light. He would never pity you. You knew that, even when you called him with tear filled eyes. 

“Hey,” your voice broke over the phone, cracking under the pressure of piles of worries.

“What?” He really wasn’t very kind.

“I just-” you didn’t mean to stutter or stop, but your body wouldn’t allow you to do anything other than cry.

“y/n?” 

“Can you just talk to me, please?” Instability dripped from your words as saltwater dried on your cheeks. He seemed to get it though, sort of.

“Okay,” Kiyoomi’s brain was swimming with ideas, but there was some deep worry nipping away at the wonder. He wasn’t used to consoling people. He didn’t know what you wanted, but he figured he’d fill in the gaps somehow. “How much do you know about chess?”

The out of pocket question startled your wilting sanity, slowly peaking your interest once again. “What?”

“Chess.” 

You made a light placeholder noise before responding with a quiet “Not much, I guess.”

“Well,” You could hear typing through the phone, “I’m about to start a game. I’ll explain my moves.” 

And that's what he did.

“I typically start by moving the pawn in front of my king to D4, because you can move pawns two places on their first move. Most people do this, if they know anything about chess.” It was almost one in the morning. Everything about Kiyoomi would make anyone assume he slept early and deeply. He never stopped surprising you. You hummed in response, stifling a breath. “The person I’m against did the same. My knight is going to F3 now. We’re still staring out, but it's the best move for this part of the game.”

“The knight’s the horse-looking one, right?” your voice was still very soft. Every word seemed to be dripping. He let out a low giggle.

“Yes it is.” The sounds of the game were light and calming, even if they were artificial. The prerecorded noise of plastic hitting wood echoed in your head. “He moved his Bishop to B4. If I move my pawn at D2, I’ll be in check. He might be trying to take my other knight, if I move it to C3. Glad I didn’t premove that one. Pawn to G4 instead, huh?”

“What does that do?”

“Nothing, really, but if he moves his Bishop to take the pawn at D2, which wouldn’t be a good- oh he did it anyway. Knight to D2, taking that Bishop.”

Your eyes shut as your body sank into the mattress below. Kiyoomi’s voice was softer than you’d ever heard it before. He seemed to be tiptoeing around you to make sure nothing provoked the deep depths of your brain, but at the same time wasn’t thinking of you as worthless. Before you knew it, you were drifting.

“He's really not very good at this.” Kiyoomi’s voice was light, like he was suppressing a giggle. It was strange to hear him less serious. “Bishop to B5.”

“What do you mean?”

“The game, or this one anyway, only lets you make certain moves sometimes, and all of his are just making it easier for me to win.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, he’s” Kiyoomi laughed, “He’s, really bad. I’ll go easy on him,” more than once, “I won't take his queen this move. I’ll castle.”

“What’s that?” His laugh felt forgein. It felt wrong; it was something you thought no one would ever hear. It was something you didn’t know he could do.

“If your rook hasn’t been moved in a game, you can switch it with your king. That’s castling. The rook goes to F1 and the king goes to G1. usually it puts your king in a safer position, guarding it better.”

You let out a noise to tell him you understood and closed your eyes again. 

“Damn, he took my Bishop.” That was the last thing you heard before you went to bed. Your brain shut down to the sounds of fake chess clacking and light humming, all mixed together by quiet explanations by a deep, smooth voice. Potentially the best way to fall asleep.

The panic of the day had worn off hours ago, seconds after he started taking the lead, but it came back the second you woke up the next morning. Spiralling thoughts persisted, wondering if you annoyed him or woke him up the night before, until those subsided too.

From Sakusa: You seemed to have passed out. I hope you’re doing better, Y/N. Thank you for listening.

From Sakusa: Don’t tell anyone I’m into chess.

A small smile crept to your lips, sleep-deprived muscles moving slowly and achingly but without your consent. 

To Sakusa: your secret’s safe with me ;)

You dropped your phone onto the bed below and sat up, thinking about all the ways you’d quietly tease him about how Sakusa Kiyoomi was a chess nerd.

[wouldpollyapprove]

Holding Hands

Request: can i request smth for finn shelby with the prompts for humor 7 & 12 fluff 7 & 10 ?? Maybe theyre childhood buddies everyone knows they like each other except themselves😳👉👈 tysm

Requested by @asianbuttcheek

Finn Shelby x Reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: Blood

A/n: I have been struggling with this one for over a week and I’m so happy to have it done. If the ending seems kinda rushed, I’d like you guys to know that it is. I was inspired to write the beginning and knew exactly what I wanted to write but then halfway through I was lost. So, yeah. I also want to say happy birthday to Kendall! I know it’s a little late, but I hope you enjoy this! 

Masterlist

Her breathes came in ragged intervals, feet bounding against the cobblestone as she raced to Polly Shelby’s house. Minutes before, Y/n had been peacefully helping her mother with the wash when the phone by the kitchen stove rang. Lucky enough to be the one to pick it up, unlucky enough to be the one the caller was looking for. Her mother was barely able to catch sight of her daughter before the door shut behind her. And now, she was navigating the streets of Small Heath, trying not to get caught on a loose stone and fall on her face.

Y/n slowed her pace to keep from hitting the front door and wiped her palms along the skirt of her dress. Without hesitation, she twisted the knob and entered the house. Shouts rang through the hall as blood slithered through the air. Quietly, Y/n made her way to the parlor, where all the chaos was seeping out of. Freezing in the doorway, careful eyes watched Tommy enter from the kitchen with a bottle of whiskey and Isaiah hold Finn against the sofa by the shoulders. The rest of the boy’s family were littered around him, trying to keep him still before his older brother knelt in front of him, Arthur force-feeding Finn the whiskey, and began to search for what could only be a bullet in his shoulder. 

Screams filled the room, whiskey doing nothing to numb the pain. Y/n wanted to turn away, shield her eyes from the pain in Finn’s own, but that couldn’t be done once she locked eyes with his aunt. 

Rushing from his side, Polly gently reached out for Y/n, rubbing her arm as she pulled her close. “He needs you, dear.” A lump formed in her throat at the older woman’s words. Catching the fear in her eyes, Polly flashed her a soft smile, “Hold his hand, Y/n, he needs you there.”

She nodded, trying to find the confidence to be his strength. 

The two had been friends for years, doing everything together. If this were a few years prior, Y/n would have no issue right beside him, but they weren’t kids anymore. Maturing and finding their place in the world, somewhere along the line, Y/n had developed feelings for her friend. It was dumb, unfair to both of them. To keep from trying to mend a broken heart, Y/n had never said anything, there was no chance Finn would feel the same. 

So, standing there, she didn’t want her actions to mimic her feelings. But hearing his screams of pain, Y/n knew she couldn’t just stand there.

Sitting by his side, Y/n grabbed his hand and tried not to think too much about how he’d gotten himself shot. “Hey, hey, Finn, look at me.” Bringing a finger to his chin, she guided his eyes to her. “There ya go,” Y/n cooed. “Just focus on me.”

“It hurts,” he muttered between gritted teeth, a few strands of hair falling in front of his eyes. 

“I know, I know.” Witha gentle touch, she brushed the hair out of his eyes. At his brother’s words, John shoved a new bottle of whiskey into her hands. Words didn’t to be exchanged for her to know what she was to do with it. “Here, Finn-” Y/n brought the bottle to his lips, tilting it to allow the liquid to run into his mouth. “-you need to drink this.” Finn didn’t hesitate to drink up as much of the alcohol as he could. 

After a while, Finn was drunk and Tommy had retrieved the bullet. Everyone was finally able to breathe once the blood-covered metal glistened in the light. 

“Let him rest,” Polly said, coming to stand behind her nephew. “He needs it.”

Tommy nodded as John and Arthur were already making their way into the kitchen. As much as it hurt them to see their little brother in pain, they knew their aunt was right. All Finn needed now was time and rest. Y/n stood to join them in the next room when a hand landed on her shoulder. “Not you,” Tommy gently pushed her back into the cushions. “Finn needs you.”

Opening her mouth to protest, Polly quickly added, “It’s alright, dear, just sit with him.”

She nodded, watching the pair disappear into the kitchen. Glancing at the man sitting next to her, Y/n couldn’t believe he had been stupid enough to get shot.

“You’re staring,” he grumbled, half-closed eyes looking back at her. “It’s because I’m so attractive, isn’t it?” 

Y/n rolled her eyes playfully. “I say this, and I cannot stress this enough, I find you completely repulsive,” she answered with a grin.

He raised a brow, “Repulsive… I’m not- maybe I am.” Finn stared straight ahead, deep in thought. Tilting his head back and forth, Y/n smiled in amusement at what might have been going through his head. “You’re being extra sweet today,” he muttered after a while.

“That’s because you were shot,” she lied. Now wasn’t the time to expose herself. “Try not to say everything that pops into your head.” With that, Y/n pulled him close, allowing her friend to rest his head on her shoulder.

There would never be a right time to tell Finn, not with all the fear that came with it. It was like stepping into a dark cave, you never knew what you would come upon. Y/n didn’t want to step into the unknown and risk a broken heart and a destroyed friendship. Even if Finn didn’t feel the same but wanted to remain friends, she knew it wouldn’t be the same. So, silence was the best option. 

After a while, the pair fell asleep. Y/n had shifted, resting against the armrest with Finn’s head in her lap. Polly went to check on them once no one could hear even the faintest whisper. A smile spread across her lips at the sight in front of her. It was obvious to see that the pair were in love, but neither seemed to know it. One day they would, she hoped. One day they would and her nephew would finally have the steady structure that his family struggled to give him. The older woman went back to the kitchen, closing the parlor doors behind her so no one could disturb them.

With a few hours of sleep and the alcohol slowly draining from his system, Finn woke up. He couldn’t remember much that had happened after being shot, the adrenaline and alcohol acting as a wonder drug. Lifting his head, Finn glanced up at Y/n, who was still asleep. He couldn’t help but smile at her. Even though he was still in some pain, he couldn’t deny that she was beautiful. 

The shoulder he was shot in ached and Finn knew better than to try and sit up. Without assistance, it would be a nightmare. So, he laid his head back down and traced the veins in the hand that was resting against his chest. It didn’t take long for Y/n to stir from the action, slowly blinking her eyes open.

“Look who’s finally awake?” Finn teased, taking her hand in his.

Grumbling, she said, “Shouldn’t you still be asleep? You got shot, ya know?” She rubbed the sleep out of her eyes with her free hand before she froze, realizing her other hand was held tightly in Finn’s grasp. 

Don’t read into it. Don’t read into it. Like a chant Y/n said those four words, trying to keep the heat from rising to her cheeks. It was nothing. Perhaps it had happened while they slept. It couldn’t be anything more than that, right? No matter what it meant, her skin quickly turned a shake of red and there was no way for her to tell if it was noticeable or not. It clearly was, though, when Finn asked, “Are you… blushing?”

She wanted to laugh it off, get up and walk out of sight, but there was no way she could do that with his weight against her. “Um… no,” she answered.

Unconvinced, her friend raised a brow. “Okay,” he drawled. “I don’t believe you, but okay.”

“Just drop it, Finn,” Y/n sighed, not wanting this to be the moment when everything fell apart.

Pushing himself up with one hand, he turned to look at her, eyes full of concern. If Y/n didn’t want to talk about it, he knew it was best to drop it as she asked, but he couldn’t stop himself from asking, “Why?”

Avoiding eye contact, her eyes bounced around the room. Maybe if they didn’t lock eyes, if she didn’t see his concern filled eyes, then she wouldn’t have to say a thing. But even that didn’t work as she could feel his gaze drilling into her. “It doesn’t matter, really.”

“I don’t believe that. It must matter if you’re this focused on not talking about it.”

Breaking her gaze from a vase at the far end of the room, she met his eyes. Whether to keep her feelings quiet or not no longer matter. If nothing was said, Finn wouldn’t stop bothering her about it in the days to come. But, if she said something, he may never speak to her again. “I...I,” she wrung her hands together, glancing at the rug below. It was now or never, wasn’t it? Taking a deep breath, she started over. “I liked you. I really like you as more than a friend.” Y/n nodded, agreeing with herself that this is what she wanted to say. “It’s fine if you don’t feel the same, I’ve never expected y-” The sentence was cut off when Finn tugged her arm.

Turning her attention to him, the smile present on his face made her blush even harder. That wasn’t what she was expecting to see. “I like you, too.” A chuckle vibrated his chest as her mouth hung open, unsure of what to say. “When I’m all healed up, perhaps I can take you on a date.”

Finally, Y/n nodded, “Yes, yes, I would love that and I’ll make sure you’re taken care of until then.”

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[ghoulciifer]

hewoo🥺can you write hcs on tendou and iwaizumi comforting their s/o who is sad because of their bad relationship with their father,like not in any abusive way but their dad is distant and emotionally unavailable:/

HC: Tendou and Iwaizumi helping an S/O with an emotionally unavailable father.

TW: Parental Neglect/Distancing, idk how to properly identify this trigger but I will be writing about some potentially heavy stuff in regards to parental instability so be wary of that if you wish to proceed.

TAGS: Emotional unavailability, hurt/comfort, angst

NOTES: Hi anon, thank you for requesting this, bby! This ask hit super close to home so I felt very confident that it was something I could write. While I might not have had these sweet boys to help me through my time, I hope these headcanons bring some sort of comfort to anyone dealing with this situation. And anon, if you yourself are dealing with this, know that I understand and I love you dearly ❤️ It’s not easy but it can be bearable. My inbox is always open, honeybun. (also we’re not gonna talk about how i switched tenses w each hc shhhh)

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if you couldn’t tell by my url, i love tendou dearly, bby boy is my level of crackhead energy

literally the biggest asshole when it comes to teasing but i mean, you know he loves you

which is probably how he found out about your situation in the first place

y’all were probably joking around, making aggressive jabs at each other, name calling, the whole nine yards

“tendou you look like a fuckin’ troll doll, do not tell me I need a haircut”

“well y/n, anyone would be a damn troll for dating you”

you get the picture

it wasn’t until he made an off-handed comment about your dad not loving you that your mood INSTANTLY dropped

your chest got tight, your skin went numb, all breath from your lungs just WHOOSH

when he saw the tears slip from the brims of your eyes he finally stopped talking and lept to your side

he grabbed your face with both hands and started spewing apologies after asking what was wrong, he knew you liked to joke around with him like that but you never cried from something he said before

that’s when you sat him down (after some cuddles n kisses uwu) and explained everything to him

about your dad’s emotional unavailability, how you constantly pushed yourself in everything you did to get any sort of feedback from him, how you wanted to have that relationship everyone else seemed to have with their fathers

“it feels stupid to say but... i’ll never know what it feels like to be a daddy’s girl/boy.”

the whole time he’d listen intently, just soak up every word that came out of your mouth and nod occasionally to show that he was actively retaining the info

he’d have an arm slung around you and the other hand gently rubbed your thigh with his thumb, it only left the spot once or twice to wipe a stray tear from your face

and when you finished he went silent for a moment to really think it over. usually he’d be quicker with responses, but he didn’t want to potentially make you feel worse

he’d connect the dots during this process: he actually understood why you worked so hard all the time, why you got so happy when he praised you for the smallest things, why you always seemed to derail any conversations about your parents

he’d tell you that he might not understand what being isolated by a parent may feel like, but he definitely understands being cast out. he’d want you to understand that he truly felt for you, and you don’t have to be alone despite how your father makes you feel.

lowkey he’d probably offer to talk to your dad but that was just his protective crackhead slippin’ out, give him a head pat and firmly tell him no and that it’s okay

he said it gently but you definitely saw one of his eyebrows twitch and the look in his eye

he doesn’t want anyone makin’ his baby feel this way 🥺

once he managed to make you laugh with either that attempt of yelling at your dad or just crack a stupid joke that NEVER failed to make you giggle

he’d pull you into another hug and apologize on your neglectful dad’s behalf

“I know this won’t change anything, but I’m so sorry y/n... you deserve the world and more.”

then he’d tickle you again just to hear your sweet voice wail his name in a fit of laughter, it’s music to his ears

from then on he made the effort to check up on you, tell you how proud he was, how great you were doing at XYZ

bc although he couldn’t replace your dad, he would do his damndest to be your “emotional support daddy” i’m taking this term w me to the grave

i’m so so sorry but i never write for iwa so this might be a lil’ short or ooc pls don’t come for my neck i’m trying

but ooooooh iwa-chan

he probably won’t really connect the dots as quick as tendou would but it’s fine, it’ll work out

so you were tossing a volleyball back and forth at a park or smth

and this motherfucker was being so critical over everything you did

“y/n drop your shoulders”

“your feet aren’t wide enough apart”

“no, thumb over the palm, like this”

“HAJIME IF YOU’RE JUST GONNA CRITIQUE ME GO PLAY WITH FLATTY-KAWA, THEN”

this is why he was the volleyball player of the relationship, smh

but he just chuckled and half-apologized, making a joke about how he felt bad for your dad playing catch w you as a kid under his breath

boy did your shoulders drop then

your whole body slumped and the ball fell flat in front of you

Iwa gave you a confused look before seeing how wide your eyes went, the wetness steadily forming in the corners and the way your bottom lip trembled

“hey, hey, what’s wrong? did I really coach you too hard?”

he quickly walked over to you and pulled you into his chest, pressing a sweet lil kiss to the side of your head, a hand rubbing up and down your back

you shook your head and clung onto his shirt, the tears you were choking on making your mouth unable to move in response while your whole body trembled with the sudden overflow of emotion

meanwhile iwa’s just like ??? what did i do ???

clueless

but he held your through your crying fit and waited until you stopped sniffling and hiccuping to finally ask what was wrong, pulling you into his lap as he sat down on the grass

dude still thinks he just nagged you too much lol

you explained that you really didn’t have the best relationship with your dad, that your childhood was mostly spent playing by yourself and learning how to do certain things alone or through others

growing up happened way too fast for you and it was hard for you to actually enjoy it without a father figure who made an effort to connect with you, even now.

he’s got his hand rubbing up and down your back while you talk, cheek smushed on your head as he hums in acknowledgment ever so often

now he gets it.

he’s silent for a moment, then moves to press a gentle kiss to your temple before speaking

“I’ll help you out, with everything.”

He wants to be there for you for whatever milestones you have yet to complete, considering your father was never there for the ones you did.

he ALSO wants to shit on your dad for treating you poorly but he just keeps that to himself prolly plotting to do it on his own one day oml

he reassures you that he’s proud of how far you’ve gotten on your own without that fatherly guidance, and that he’ll never let you feel so alone and helpless again.

he’ll teach you everything you need to learn

“...and I promise to be a better volleyball coach, too.”

[dreamdropxoxo]

Omg if you're still taking prompts, i would LOVE an omegaverse au where damen realizes laurent is pregnant during kr!! Can be either right before the okton, right after, at the trial, whatever, just smth w pregnant laurent during kings rising and people realizing it

Hello and thank you so much for your prompt. I had a blast writing this short story. Honestly, I almost forgot how much I liked writing Omegaverse :)

I hope you like the result :) I was very happy that I could write it, so thank you for that! I also think it has the potential for a longer story but unfortunately I am to tied up by my other long-term projects that I won’t be able to start another one soon. :( 

Whatever, here is what I came up with (please keep in mind that the original work is written by the incredible C.S. Pacat and I don’t own any of the characters or of the universe (I also pilfered some of the original lines)):

Damen couldn't really explain his sudden urge to smoother Laurent in his arms. Half of the time, he wasn't even sure if he liked the git. It made absolutely no sense to him, but his instincts screamed at him to not let the blond man out of his eyes, or even better, his reach.

True, Laurent was damn attractive, gorgeous even, everybody would agree with that. Even Nikandros, who hated him even more after he had realized what Laurent had done to his king, had admitted in a drunken stupor that the omega was beautiful beyond measures.

Damen's back looked horrible, he knew it himself but he could also admit that Laurent had had his reasons. Cruel as they might be.

However, the instinctive urges explained at least why Damen's blood froze when Makedon demanded for Laurent to ride in the okton. Was the man out of his bloody mind? Damen couldn't really justify the wish for Makedon's swift death, but it was undeniably prominent in the forefront of his thoughts as he scrambled for words, a reason for Laurent's absence on the field, anything really.

"Veretians do not train in the okton," he said finally, it sounded weak an argument even to his own ears. Yet, he couldn't really reason with the fact that Laurent was an omega, because if he did, he didn't know how Laurent would take retribution, but it was undebatable that he would. Damen wasn't fool enough to risk that.

"In Akielos, the okton is known as the sport of kings. Our own King will take the field. Does the Prince of Vere lack the courage to ride against him?"

Damn it, Damen wanted to place his fist in smug visage of his general. Makedon knew that it was impossible for Laurent to refuse now. He was already looked upon with condescension from most of the alphas in their joined forces, he couldn't afford to refuse.

And he wouldn't. Damen needed just one look at his face and he knew that Laurent would agree, out of his foolish pride, and sharp mind. Because Laurent knew better than anyone else what they had to loose and he knew that the people gathered needed to acknowledge him just as much as they did Damen.

Suddenly, he wished for a different world. He wished for a world, where Laurent wouldn't need to prove himself worth of following and recognition just because he was not the warrior Damen was or his brother had been. A world, where Laurent's secondary gender wouldn't limit him in the ways it did.

He risked a glance at Laurent, hoping that his outstanding mind would be able to somehow sidestep, he didn’t want him on the field. He would give almost anything to keep Laurent here, keep him safe and that was rather startling an insight. 

The omega beside him, though, didn’t even try. “Why not?” said Laurent and this made Damen’s stomach lurch. He needed all of his self-restrain to stop himself from dragging the blond man to the side and just straight out tie him up to keep him away from the course. 

He couldn’t pinpoint the source of this feeling exactly. He just knew that there was a very faint, sweet smell in the air. It was mouthwatering to Damen. It came from Laurent. And it was the main reason he wanted Laurent nowhere near the okton course.

He balled his hands on his thighs. He had scented the sweetness coming from Laurent before on another person and it confused him. He couldn’t remember when exactly that was. The implications lost on him. The only positive thing was that he would be there too. Maybe he could keep Laurent from the worst. It was just wishful thinking, if something happened, he had no choice but to watch it happen.

***

Laurent’s spears were tipped in blue. It was fitting. Damen tried not to think about what they were about to do. He was nauseates, his inner alpha pushed him to keep Laurent back, to not let him ride. His skin itched with the struggle from keeping himself back.

Laurent, he knew, was good at riding. He was not only good, he was outstanding and Damen knew that. This knowledge didn’t keep him from fretting. What if something happened to Laurent? The alliance would be over, all their struggles would have been for naught, he would never be able to explore the potential of their tentative relationship. 

This last thought was something that surprised Damen in its vehemence. He realized that he wanted to get to know Laurent better, he wanted the chance to court the other man properly, he wanted a future with Laurent. The one night together was not enough. 

All of that meant nothing in the face of the okton. Men died during the okton. Damen almost sickened up, only the focus on the impending challenge kept him from swaying on his horse.

Suddenly, he remembered Laurent’s scent with such a vividness it caught him off guard. He had smelt the mouthwatering omega scent only once, Laurent’s control otherwise impenetrable. Through their night it had surrounded him, made his head swim and convinced him of their compatibility. He knew that Laurent could bring him to his knees with a whiff of his scent. 

He was almost grateful that Laurent kept his scent under iron control. He wouldn’t be able to talk to him without thinking of fucking him, otherwise. Not that it wasn’t already challenging enough without Laurent’s scent added to the mix.

Damen’s focus was almost forcefully dragged back to Laurent. He catalogued every single micro movement from the Omega at the front of the line. The blond man sat relaxed and securely in the saddle. He didn’t look fazed or nervous. His face was concentrated and self-assured. 

However, there was something else, he couldn’t put his finger on. He couldn’t keep himself from breathing in deeply, although he knew that he wouldn’t smell Laurent in the slight breeze. But his nose caught something else. There was this sweet scent again, coming from the omega. It made his head spin.

He saw Laurent assessing the course. He was clinical in his observations and Damen wished he knew what Laurent was thinking in that moment. His whole focus on the other man. 

Then it hit him. He almost bolted towards the omega. The urge to leap out of the saddle overwhelming and desperate. He wanted to shout, demand that they stop. He wanted to rage and imprison Makedon for even suggesting Laurent should ride today.

But then Laurent already rode out on the field. Damen couldn‘t admire his prone form, his flawless control or his effortless grace, because he felt so faint he almost fell from his mount. Gods, he felt the bile rise. The cold terror had him almost missing how Laurent hit a perfect bullseye. 

He missed entirely how Pallas rode out. The fear gripping his heart incapacitating him of rational thought. But he needed to concentrate. He couldn’t afford a single slip up, not when it could mean that he somehow hit Laurent. 

When the third horn sounded he flung his horse into a gallop. Trying to block out the noise, earsplitting in its intensity, trying to forget that on one of the horses sat Laurent, the omega he wanted to court, the omega pregnant with his child.

As soon as he thought it, it was as if someone had his heart in an icy grip. The coldness spread through his body. He felt numb and he almost looked at Laurent. Only the danger of accidentally causing a mishap kept him from doing so. 

After the first course he allowed himself a glimpse towards the omega. He was still just as composed as when he sat at the dais with him some hours before. He also realized that Laurent dealt with the danger of the okton by simply behaving as though it did not exist. 

Damen admired him for it but at the same time he wanted to drag him from his horse and shake him before snogging him senseless. He wanted to wrap him up in silk and satin and keep him save. He wanted to worship his body from the tips of his toes to the top of his head. 

He compelled his focus back to the course. Pallas, Laurent and he himself had yet to miss a shot. Aktis and Lydos were no real competition. It was extraordinary enough for three riders to ride a flawless okton. 

They thundered into the final circuit. The mistake, which finally broke their graceful ride, was one that anyone could have made. It was a simple miscalculation and it stopped Damen’s heart. Aktis threw his spear too early, which caused the target to collapse.

Lydos and Pallas both lost their spears. Time seemed to stand still as Damen watched Lydos’ spear soar through the air in Laurent’s direction. It was going to hit either Pallas or Laurent and Damen couldn’t tear his eyes away from the blond omega. Even when he realized that Pallas’ spear aimed for him.

Instinct reacted before thought. He caught it out of the air, his hand closing hard around the shaft, the momentum of it wrenching his shoulder back. The crowd exploded into noise as he absorbed the force of the throw and tightened his grip with his thighs to stay upright. 

However, his whole focus was on the other end of the field, on Laurent and the spear flying towards him. The blood froze in his veins. The only thought he had was that he couldn’t loose this, couldn’t loose Laurent, not now. The blind panic immobilized him, forced him to watch what would inevitably happen next.

He could see Pallas shocked face and he knew the impossible choice the younger alpha faced. Either he saved his own life at the expense of Laurent’s, a Prince and more importantly an omega or he died right there and would be celebrated as a brave and honorable alpha. And, worse even, Pallas didn’t even know that Laurent carried the next heir to the Akielon and Veretian throne. Damen, however, knew, he knew and he prayed to every deity out there that Pallas wouldn’t move out of the way.

He knew it was a horrible thought to have. He also knew that it changed everything. He realized that Pallas wouldn’t ever move out of the way because it’s what they were waiting for their whole life. Fighting to protect others and giving their lives for the greater good. Pallas, who was one of the best, despite his young age, would never be able to put Laurent in danger.

Damen could see that Laurent knew it too. It shouldn’t surprise him anymore. He already knew that Laurent was exceptionally perceptive. He had seen the collapse of the target early on, and that had given him the time necessary to react. 

The prince acted without a seconds hesitation. Laurent leaped from his horse, a feat almost impossible with the momentum he still had from the ride, and jumped into the path of the spear as he launched himself for Pallas’ horse, stirring their course to the left. 

Laurent pushed Pallas down as the spear sailed past them. Damen watched in stunned amazement how Laurent picked up Pallas’ last spear and threw it at the last target. Hitting bullseye. He completed the okton with a perfect score and Damen couldn’t really decide if he wanted to fuck him right there, in the middle of the arena or if he would prefer to drag him away to his chambers and have his wicked way with him.

When Laurent’s eyes met his gaze across the course with an obvious challenge in them, Damen grinned. Dizzy with relief and overwhelming confusion. He threw the spear he had caught across the full, incredible length of the field. Sent it flying right into the centre of the final target, where it rested, quivering.

Pandemonium.

[cmtwimagines]

The Secret

PETER PARKER X READER

SUMMARY: You didn’t even know how to process your own emotions over the situation, what would Peter think?

WARNINGS: None really, a lil self doubt. a bit of angst, but ends fluffy!

WORD COUNT: 2.4k

REQUEST PROMPT: Would you do an angsty one, where reader finds out she's pregnant, and is afraid that peter will break up with her, so a she starts to ghost him, or smth like that, but when peter finds out, he's super happy and they make up - I did age him a bit so the characters are graduated out of high school!

You and Peter took great precaution when it came to having sex. Like any other eighteen year olds, you both weren’t ready to be parents. Especially considering it’s almost a nightly occurrence that Peter puts his life on the line for the sake of helping innocent civilians.

You have never, and you never would ask Peter to give up his crime fighting. You saw the peace and joy it brought him, even when he ends up with black eyes or other bruises scattered across his body. He found any pain that was planted on him was worth saving someone else from death or serious trauma. You would never want to take that away from him. In fact, it’s that selflessness that made you fall in love with him.

Even with all he’s been through, he always comes home to your guys’ shared apartment with a small smile and a kiss. The two of you dated throughout all of high school, before he even turned into “spider-man”

You guys have been through so much more than anyone knows, and the instant you two graduated you were quick to find a nice apartment in the middle of New York City to start your adventure off by yourselves. You loved everything about being in a relationship with Peter. While you sometimes wished he was there more often to fall asleep together, or even that he was there more than fifty percent of the time to wake up to, there wasn’t anything substantial that would ever make you want to leave him.

That was until the positive sign showed up on the pregnancy test you had just taken.

Your mind wracked through any and all of the times you and Peter had sex, and you can’t think of any time where you had forgotten to take your birth control. You had a set schedule every day, and taking your prescribed pills at the same time is a constant that you haven’t forgotten ever. 

Panic started to set in as you began to think about what this means. A literal human was going to be growing inside of you, and your boyfriend was a crime fighter that could die any day. You hated to think like that, but it was the truth. It was the icing on top that you both were so young. You were just about to start your first year of college, and Peter was about to start training with Tony at the Stark Tower. Things were falling together, just for this tiny plus sign to cause everything to fall apart.

What if he leaves you for this? You shook your head at the thought. You knew he wasn’t quite ready to have a kid, but he wasn’t heartless. But what if he gets angry at you? What if he asks you to get an abortion? You were stuck. You fully supported those who wanted to get abortions, not everyone is fit to be a mother, or has the right financial situation, or some people just don’t want to push a baby out of their vagina, but you’ve always dreamt of having your own kid. You’ve wanted to practice your own and better parenting techniques that you knew you naturally had from years of watching your parents do the wrong thing. You were conflicted between despising that you got pregnant, and feeling unbelievably grateful and happy that you were. 

You looked at yourself in the mirror. You still held the pregnancy test in your hands as you stared at your own wide eyes, unable to stop yourself from glancing down at your stomach as if you would even be showing yet. You were snapped out of your thoughts when you heard the front door open and Peter’s signature greeting yelled out to you. You quickly threw the pregnancy test in your makeup bag, zipping it up, and heading out of the bathroom to the kitchen where Peter was pouring himself a glass of water.

When he saw you, a smile popped on his face, and for a split second your mind was at ease. You loved Peter, no doubt about that, but you couldn’t help but wonder if he’ll still love you after this. You can’t help but wonder if the longer you wait to tell him, the more angry and upset he’ll get with you.

“Hello, love. How was your day?” he asks as he walks towards you, giving you a quick kiss. You swayed a bit and licked your lips that had become dry by the question, telling him your day was fine and that you hadn’t done anything that crazy. You technically weren’t lying. 

“How about you? Anything exciting? Are you going out tonight or are you staying home with me?” You ask, trying to turn the conversation away from yourself.

He went on for a bit, talking about what him and Stark had discussed about him starting to train with the Avengers. The thought of him becoming an even bigger, actual superhero freaked you out a bit. You knew the Avengers were constantly traveling, fighting larger scales of crime that terrorize huge cities versus the usual small crimes that Peter fights by himself locally. The fact that you were pregnant popped into your mind and you could feel yourself grow nauseous. He wouldn’t want this. Not when his life was picking up so much, there’s no way he would want a kid right now.

So you stayed quiet. Each day you woke up, you couldn’t tell whether you felt sick because of the pregnancy or because of this huge lie you were hiding from Peter, but either way, you hated this feeling.

On the fourth day of managing to keep conversation short without disturbing the peace between you and Peter, you had a doctors appointment to confirm whether you were actually pregnant. You didn’t doubt that you were, even though it was early on, you could feel it deep in your body that things were changing.

By the end of the appointment you felt numb. You were indeed pregnant, and hearing it come from a doctor with a “congratulations” after the announcement, you felt everything hit you. You were pregnant. At eighteen. You were pregnant and Peter didn’t know. You were pregnant and sad about it because you didn’t know where to go from here.

What do you do? Is it time to tell Peter? You cursed at yourself when you thought about leaving him just to spare him the pain and awkwardness of telling you that he wasn’t ready and that he didn’t want a kid. You didn’t realize you had started crying until you started to tune in on the looks people were giving you while you walked home. You probably looked crazy, but that was the least of your worries at the moment. 

You made a plan in your head to try and stray away from Peter. You knew it would be hard considering you live together, but he was gone a lot of nights and you knew it would be easier to leave him if necessary if he’s gotten used to functioning without you in every situation.

You thought you had been discreet about slowly pushing yourself away from him. Days went on where you would still hold conversation with him, but didn’t feel it was necessary to be in the same room with him all the time anymore. You didn’t cuddle close to him when you felt him get into bed, and most of the time he didn’t bother to pull you any closer to him. You were breaking your own heart, but it was for the better.

“Alright, are you going to tell me whats going on with you?” the question threw you off as you set a plate with dinner on it in front of Peter before turning back to leave the room.  

“What?” You knew exactly what he meant. If anything you felt a bit stupid trying to play it off.

“You’ve been distant. Did i do something to upset you? Because i promise i’m sorry for anything that might have. I’ve been wracking my brain but i can’t think of anything,” he frowned, gesturing with his hands indicating that he was lost in the entire situation. 

You dragged your teeth against your lip, the entire conversation making you uncomfortable. You had spent days planning everything out in your head, and you’ve thought about how to answer questions just like these, but right now all you want to yell out is that you were pregnant. You didn’t want to hide it anymore, but your mouth wouldn’t physically move for you to say the words. You knew that settling with a shrug of your shoulders wouldn’t be a good enough answer for him, and by the deep sigh that he let out while dropping his head a little to look down at his feet, you could tell he didn’t like that. As quickly as he did that, he began to stand up and walk towards you. Your heart rate picked up, but was lessened at the feeling of his arms wrapping around you. You habitually laid your head on his shoulder, breathing in his scent and calming your nerves a bit. 

“I have something big to tell you, but i don’t know how you’ll react,” you whispered out. His hands started to slowly rub along your back, and he pulled away a bit to look down at you. His eyes were soft, and his touch was even softer as he moved his hands to each of your arms to hold you steady. 

“You know you can tell me anything,” he mumbled out while trying to keep eye contact with you. The second tears started to well up in your eyes, you were quick to avoid his eyes. You didn’t want to cry. You cursed yourself in your head. You had imagined the day you would announce your pregnancy to him so many times, but in those situations you were older and further in life and it would be a purely ecstatic moment. This was anything but that.

“I’m-” you paused, shaking your head a bit before looking back at him. You could tell he was growing frantic at seeing you stumble over your words by the crease in his forehead. You wanted to comfort him and tell him nothing was wrong, but until you got your words out and let him know, you couldn’t guarantee that nothing was actually wrong.

“I’m pregnant,” you squeaked out. You clamped your eyes shut for a split second before daring to look at his face. His hands tightened on your arms for a second before releasing you all together while he stood taller. His eyes grew wide and his mouth didn’t budge much, not giving you a definite answer on how he might be feeling. His hand moved up to his mouth, pinching his lip before nervously running it through his hair.

“And you’re positive?” he manages to ask. You felt your heart break a little at the question. You knew that you weren’t going to receive an extremely happy reaction, but you could feel both your self doubt and his doubt seeping into your body.

“Yeah, i went to the doctor about a week ago,” you mumbled out. This time you couldn’t stop the few tears that escaped from your eyes, turning your head to look anywhere but him while waiting for him to say something else. 

“hey,” his voice was gentle, but you still couldn’t get yourself to look at him. He could still very easily say anything but what you want to hear. He could be thinking of his escape plan and still sound like the sweetest person to exist.

“I think it’s great, y/n!” he continues. Your eyes grew wide as you finally pried them from the wall and back towards him. A gleaming smile covered his face, his eyes lighting up just as much, “If i know you, i know why you waited to tell me this news, but i can reassure you that i’m so fucking happy.”

This time your tears fell, but a smile began to form on your own face. You felt like an entire persons body weight had been lifted from your body. His hands found your own and pulled you closer to him, placing your arms to wrap around his neck. 

“I know we’re young and have so many things going on, but i can guarantee that we’ll be great parents. I can easily talk to Stark and he’ll be more lenient with me. I know you have college, but you can still do that while pregnant. Things will be fine, y/n. I need you to know that. I need you to know that i’m not going anywhere and that i’m ready to do this with you,” his words sent waves of comfort through your entire body, the stress of holding the secret in began to dissipate and excitement was starting to take over.

“You mean it?” you ask, still in disbelief that the secret was out and how confident and accepting Peter was being towards being told that he’s going to be a dad.

“Of course i mean it,” he chuckles. He leant down a bit to place a kiss on your lips, pulling you in even tighter, “We’re going to be parents, y/n! That’s crazy! But a good kind of crazy! You’re going to be such a good mom, and i’m going to be a dad!” he exclaims. A smile still covered his face and prompted your own to grow even wider. 

“You’re going to be the best dad, Peter. i’m so sorry for doubting everything and hesitating to tell you. I was just scared, this is huge!” 

“This is huge, but we’ll be fine! You have nothing to worry about anymore, i will be here with you for everything, alright? We’ll get through this and by the end of it we’ll have our own child. I love you,” he quips back. You nodded at his words, pulling him in for one last tight hug before separating yourself. 

The secret was out, and your world didn’t implode. You felt guilty over keeping it to yourself for the few weeks that you did, but now you knew things were going to be just fine. You had the love of your life still by your side, and now you could enjoy your pregnancy knowing things would be alright. You felt like you could breathe again, and your mind could finally wander to the exciting things that being pregnant brought like putting together a nursery and shopping for the baby. 

You couldn’t be more grateful that you ended up with someone like Peter. You knew the first day that you met him in freshman year that you two were meant to be, and this experience definitely solidified that belief.