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lionhanie · 5 months ago

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riwoo as your boyfriend! ♡

fluff, boyfriend riwoo x gn reader!

word count: ~760

warnings: none

a/n: been having a severe case of boyfriend riwoo thoughts like i desperately need to keep him in my pocket

likes ♡ and reblogs ↺ always appreciated!

never ending source of laughter and (really bad) dad jokes but he’s cute so you always end up smiling regardless

the effect he has on the members is practically ctrl c + ctrl v when he’s with you

nobody can deny that he has some BANGERRRRR jokes but when he’s always trying to make ‘em…. its inevitable that some will miss LMFAOOOO but he’s lucky to have you as his partner, because you always end up giggling when he looks to you when a joke flops

everyone will groan when you’re all hanging out and riwoo pulls the corniest play on words known to man, meanwhile you’re on the sidelines facepalming as you chuckle into your hand. “see, y/n understands how funny i am!” he boasts, feeling super full of love knowing he always has you to laugh at his jokes aw :,((((

i think he would literally have sparkles in his eyes every time you compliment him. he loves being praised by his partner!!!!! especially if we’re talking about something he’s worked really hard on or is particularly proud about

you’re in the practice room with him, sitting on the floor and leaning against the mirror as you watch your boyfriend replay the same section of the song he’s been trying to choreograph for HOURS. even though it’s getting late, you’re completely mesmerized by the way he moves, his intricate facial expressions, and his (super cute) look of frustration when he isn’t quite satisfied with the steps he just made

“ah, this doesn’t look right. i feel like my flow is all off today,” riwoo groans as he lays flat on the floor next to you, splayed out like a starfish. “maybe i should just restart tomorrow. should we go home now, y/n?”

“mm, i thought you looked really cool though? that footwork you did for the chorus was amazing, it’s crazy to think you came up with it just now!” you’re deep in thought as you give him your two cents, finding it easy to compliment him when he’s just /so talented/ in the first place. “i don’t think you should get rid of everything you worked so hard on, but maybe you should get some rest so you can clear up your doubts about it!”

riwoo can feel his ears burn at your never-ending praise, cheeks starting to hurt from smiling too hard at your words. “okay, if my sweet y/n thinks i did a good job, then i must’ve really come up with a great choreo this time. come on, let’s go eat~!”

methinks he’s big on rlly casual dates! stuff like staying at home and playing games, going on walks together, cafe hopping across the city, things along those lines :3

ooommmmfffgggg like. i’m thinking about enrichment time w riwoo LOLLLLL. it was a long day & you’re both just washed up laying next to each other on your shared bed just . scrolling on your phones. not a word said to each other for Lord Knows how long…except for the occasional poke to your shoulder bc riwoo wants to show you the funny dog vid he saw on his instagram explore feed… the two of you are just so content being at home together in comfortable silence that neither of you really mind that it may not seem particularly “exciting” to many

if you aren't staying in, riwoo loves going on walks with you, especially a little bit after the sun finishes setting. the weather’s a lot cooler without the sun, there’s less people out and about, and the mixtures of pinks, purples, and oranges from the sunset linger in the sky still -- and he has you! your fingers are interlocked as he swings your hands back and forth as you walk and talk about your days </3

okay…..now just IMAGINE what riwoo would be like if he had a s/o who worked at a bakery/cafe/pastry shop

first of all. riwoo would be all DOE EYED every time u left for work n just being like … “could you maybe… bring home any leftover pastries if there are any today? to make up for the fact that you're LEAVING ME ALL ALONE for a couple hours >:(” literally BEGGING u to bring him home something with his eyes awh

when you come home after your closing shift, he engulfs you in a huuuuge hug that lasts for maybe…. 5 minutes…. mainly because you smell like SWEETS and he literally wants to Eat You bc you smell so yummy LMAO

im convinced this would be his DREAM PARTNER because wdym he can just waltz on into the store when 1) he misses you and 2) he can get his sweet tweat AT A DISCOUNT bc ur working… oh you're just so perfect for him! :,)

he is SO HAPPY to support you in any way that he can, without a doubt

i feel like you’d text him like “baby i’m really dreading work today :(“ and then when you’re on your break riwoo is there to visit! and he brought you snacks so that you aren’t too hungry by the time your shift ends; you can’t deny that his presence alone makes working a little more bearable, def gives you the motivation to keep going so you can quickly go back home to ur sweet boyfie

or if you’re feeling a little unconfident about the big test you have coming up, so you need to spend a couple hours studying every night-- i just KNOW riwoo is sat at the table with you for that mental support. you’d go through flashcards together, him quizzing you on each one and literally jumping in joy when you /finally/ get a term you’ve been struggling with correctly (he has no idea what he’s testing you on, but he’s just happy to be there for you!)

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igotanidea · 3 months ago

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The remedy: Jason Todd x reader

(part 2 of how to be a good boyfriend series)

As of late Y/N was sad and tired and dealing with a whole whirlwind of negative emotions stemming from work overstimulation and pressure on her shoulders. Coming home exhausted, falling asleep on the couch, bordering the sickness but refusing to take some days off.

And it switched something in Jason’s head.

He was constantly around, asking her a whole amount of questions of what she’d like him to do for her, how could he be of help, how to ease her pain and make her days at least a little more bearable. Trying to the top of his abilities to be a good boyfriend, instead becoming the source of her headaches and irritation. And though the intension behind his behavior was quite obvious, and Y/N was doing her best to not lash out on him for being annoying, her willpower was wearing thin. Only waiting to snap and unleash the hell. All he had to do was just one more word, one more mistake that would push her over the edge.

It was only a matter of time.

***

“I made you a soup.” He smiled, being so proud of himself. Y/N was always fond of his dishes and now he was about to serve her a full three course meal with the dessert, having spent a few hours preparing something healthy to boost her mood and enhance her impaired health. “Come on, wash your hands, princess and I’ll set the table—”

“Stop…” she hissed, massaging her temples. “Just stop. Stop. Stop!”

“Y/N? What- what did I do? What happened? Is there something I can--?”

“Just stop fucking talking!”

If the command wasn’t enough to make him go silent, he would do it just out of sheer confusion mixed with hurt. Why was she mean while he was trying so hard to be there for her?

“I’m tired—” it took the great amount of self-control to form and say those words in hope he’ll understand he was making her feel trapped and suffocating.

“Okay. It’s okay princess. Do you maybe want to get some rest? We can eat later, I’ll make your bed and-“

“Ugh! Stop it Jason! Stop offering me so many things!”

“But-“

“Just shut up!”

Ouch. That must have hurt him and it reflected in his eyes and in his entire posture. Jason Todd just froze in the middle of the kitchen with a soup bowl in his hands, looking at her as if she was someone he didn’t know.

“I’m sorry – “ she whined realizing the damage done. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to be mean-“

“I failed you again…”

“No, no you didn’t fail, it’s just-“ her voice faltered before she could finish the sentence. How was she supposed to tell him what the problem was while the right words just won’t come out to her head.

“I’m a terrible boyfriend.”

Great, now he was getting dramatic and turning into a giant, sad, beaten dog. Probably the last thing she needed and she was definitely not in the mood to try to placate him. Not while she was struggling to not fall apart herself while everything seemed too much.

“Jason—”

“It’s okay Y/N. It’s a fact and there’s nothing you can do with it. Clearly not even with those lessons you’ve been giving me.”

“One lesson. We had one lesson and it could hardly be called that. It was more like an advice to not listen to Grayson-“

“And still I’m not making any progress with it.”

“Lesson two.” She muttered, her head starting to kill her. “You don’t have to be my remedy to everything.”

“huh?” Jason frowned a little giving her a funny look.

“You don’t have to offer me stuff, come up with ways to make shit better, overwhelm me with choices and options. You don’t.”

“I don’t? But—”

“No. Sometimes, you just have to be. Let me whine, let me be weak without trying to uplift me. And not turn into my remedy to every word problem.”

“So like a pillow in case you are a crybaby?” He smirked and apart from the obvious tease she couldn’t deny Jason was a fast learner, regardless of his own opinion on the matter.

“Don’t push it.” She warned.

“Oh I’ll push it all the way. Now that I know you don’t want me to make you feel better-“

“HEY! I didn’t mean I want you to make me feel worse! You’re twisting my words. “

“Sure.” Jason shrugged casually, taking the perfect excuse to put his specific sense of humor on. “What were you expecting?”

“You’re such a jerk….”

“Just listening to your lessons love. It’s up to you how you’ll bring me up.” Jason laughed pulling her to the couch and trapping in his embrace and she knew she was about to get at least a few hours of teasing and mean jokes. But she wouldn’t have it any other way

“I’m gonna have to be careful with what I say from now on….”

“Yeah, you better. “

They snuggled close together enjoying the silence and the comfort of just being together.

#jason todd x reader #red hood x reader #jason todd x you #red hood x you #jason todd fluff #red hood fluff

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mossyivy · 7 months ago

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HIII! ME AGAIN!

So…Since we’re on the topic of emo Leon, can we please talk about super depressed alcoholic vendetta Leon? Like hello, yes sir. Please take me to your dirty apartment filled with empty whiskey bottles and a dirty mattress on the floor.

I always feel like vendetta Leon gets left out cause he’s a nasty, disgusting, old man, but that just makes it better. I need to be the light in his life that saves him Y’know? I need him to love me so much that he’ll quit everything for me and come knocking on my door drunk at 3 AM. 🥹

-Anon! 🎀

Vendetta Leon is like crunchy peanut butter. Not a lot of people prefer it but it's still pretty good regardless of all the hard bits of nut.

(I got carried away, sorry 🎀anon 😭, put a cut for scrolling purposes)

He's so crunchy and like a washed up old street dog. Like you would find him stumbling back to his apartment after a super long and tedious assignment in a dry county of the US. He was on such a time crunch he literally couldn't even buy airplane bottles of Jack Daniels to refill his flask before leaving. An when he gets home the only thing he wanted was to forget about everything that happened. So he over does it with the drinking and gets absolutely plastered.

So blasted he falls through the front door of his apartment building and ends up faceplanting in front of a cute person he's never seen before in his life. And he's out cold...

You just stare down at him in shock, coming downstairs from just having dinner at your friends place and you're immediately worried. He's technically in a public space so if you call for help this guy could get charged with disturbing the peace or some shit... So you call your friend, they know who he is and his apartment number. So the two of you (with a lot of struggling) get this man back to his apartment.

The place looks absolutely disgusting... Empty food containers, whiskey bottles, trash and dirty dishes piling up. He's obviously struggling... Really fuckin hard. Your friend abandons ship quickly, not wanting to deal with the guy since he's apparently an asshole. But you stick around, wanting to make sure he's okay at least when he wakes up. Staring at him long enough you realize he actually scraped his chin up pretty badly.

So you search the place for disinfectant and bandages. Finding out the rest of the apartment is almost just as disgusting as the living room... But you manage to find bandages, cleaner and some healing gel.

You sit on the couch, get his head in your lap so you can clean him up and just as you get the bandage on his eyes open. Leon's dazed, still a little drunk, his face hurts but he'll live. Then he sees you, the person from the doorway.

Are you okay? You question, his eyes fixing on you. Not sure if it's the over head lighting or his mind playing tricks on him but it's almost like you have a halo above your head.

#🌿 ivy writes #leon kennedy x reader #leon s kennedy x reader #resident evil x reader

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bitchin-beskar · 2 years ago

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the taste of scotch and cigars - chapter one

Rating: M

Pairing: Captain John Price x Fem!Reader

Warnings: fake dating trope, propositioning a stranger in a bar, drinking/mentions of being tipsy (minor), intense makeout in public, hints of exhibition kink, hints of voice kink, absolutely fucking douchebag of an ex, mentions of cheating, I think that's it for this chapter? Most of these will be expanded the further into the story we get, and more warnings will come hehe.

Word Count: 3.7k

A/N: this is one of the au ideas I've ranted to @catsnkooks about (there are many) and I wanted to schedule the first chapter drop during my vacay because it's been sitting in my wip folder and I wanna get opinions to see if people like this idea/wanna see more. (I mean, I'm gonna post it regardless but I still wanna see if people are into the idea). anyways, enjoy this fun spin on a fake dating trope :)

The burn of cheap vodka as it slid down your throat did little to soothe the ache in your chest. Coming here was a mistake. You should’ve let sleeping dogs lie, let your past stay where it belongs. Instead, you’re submerged in old memories and familiar hurts, the waters of time washing over your head and threatening to drown you in melancholy and diffidence.

The noise of the packed pub pressed in from all sides, buffeting you and keeping you off balance, loud enough that you were barely able to hear yourself think. You’d managed to avoid interactions thus far, but the likelyhood of that dwindled with every second you lingered, waiting for…

Well.

God only knows what you were waiting for.

Draining the last dregs of your drink, the thunk of your empty glass on the wooden bar as you sat it down made you frown and debate waving over the bartender for another refill. You thought for a long moment, before you decided otherwise. If you were going to be interacting with others tonight, you’d prefer to have at least some of your wits about you, and the vodka you’d consumed was enough to take the edge of your sorrow off. Any more though, and you couldn’t be held responsible for what might happen.

You turned around in your seat, scanning the crowd. In the back corner of the pub, you saw them for the first time that night since you’d walked in. The group seemed to be concentrated in the back, thankfully. You’d done a perfunctory greeting with the hosts of this little reunion, and then beelined for the bar and had been sat there since. Honestly, you’re not entirely sure why you even came.

Unfortunately, right as you were looking over at the group, you made eye contact with Christian, the one person you’d been hoping to avoid. He’d been looking in your direction, and when he saw you, he smirked and stood up, beginning to try and make his way through the crowd.

“Fuck,” you muttered as you spun around again on your stool, regretting not having ordered another drink. “God fucking dammit.”

Squeezing your eyes shut, you began to wonder if it was possible for you to make a quick escape in the crowd, when your panic was interrupted by a deep and deceptively smooth British-accented voice to your right.

“Everythin’ alright, love?”

Turning your head, you made eye contact with the older man sitting next to you at the bar, and immediately your mouth went dry. How had you not noticed him yet?

He was absolutely gorgeous, with clear, intelligent blue eyes and thick dark brown hair that you wanted to run your fingers through. His cheeks and upper lip were covered in that same dark brown hair, shaved into mutton chops with stubble on his lower lip and chin. He was dressed in a light blue henley that clung to his torso, a hint of a ball chain disappering into the vee of the neckline, the sleeves rolled up to his elbows and showing off his forearms. One hand was wrapped around a glass of scotch, and dangling from the fingers of his other hand was a lit Maduro cigar. He had on dark, well worn blue jeans that were moulded to his thighs, and black, slightly scuffed up combat boots.

He looked like the kind of man you’d spent many a shameful night fantasizing about back in high school, fingers ducking below the waistband of your sleep shorts as you clasped a hand over your mouth lest you wake your parents sleeping down the hall.

Those bright blue eyes were focused on yours, and you felt your cheeks heat under his surprisingly intense yet soft gaze. Something deep inside of you, fueled by the vodka, whispered that this was the kind of man you could trust, the kind of man who maybe, possibly would be willing to help a perfect stranger out of nothing but the kindness of his heart.

Maybe it was the alcohol, and you were drunker than you thought. Maybe it was the way he was looking at you, this gorgeous, dangerous man who managed to pierce you with such soft, kind eyes. Whatever it was, you lost control over your brain-to-mouth filter, and words began to spill forth.

“My ex is here, he just saw me and is coming this way, and it’s been years since I last saw him, and… god, I don’t have the strength to deal with him tonight, he never fucking takes no for an answer, would you be willing– I mean if it’s not too much trouble, and I could pay you back, but could I ask you–”

You managed to reboot your brain, but not quite fast enough to stop the spew of words from escaping you, and physically biting your own tongue was the only way to prevent you from making an even bigger fool of yourself. Immediately you averted your eyes, tearing yourself away from his piercing gaze as you shrunk in your seat, dread and shame roiling in the pit of your stomach and mixing with the alcohol to make you feel sick.

Jesus H. Christ, what the fuck were you thinking? He just asked if you were alright, he didn’t ask to have your entire life story dumped on him at the drop of a hat. He had to be at least ten years older than you, if not more, you were likely barely more than a silly little girl in his eyes. Shit, he’s probably got a stunning wife and gorgeous kids at home, and here you are, practically propositioning the poor man. Your mama always said you were a no-good, simple-minded child, and here you are, not even ten years outta her house and proving her right once again.

So lost in your self ruminations, you don’t notice the pensive look on the handsome stranger’s face, until suddenly there’s an arm wrapped securely around your waist and you’re being tugged off your barstool and onto a thickly muscled thigh, leaning against against the warm length of a heavily muscled torso. You somehow manage to not leap out of your skin in surprise, even when you feel the brush of his lips against the outer shell of your ear, his voice a low growl, gravel grinding against pavement.

“I’m more’n willing to help a pretty lil’ girl like you, love. No debt necessary. ‘Sides, a man who doesn’ understand the word no? Princess, that ain’t a man at all.”

Dreaming. You’ve gotta be stuck in some kind of alcohol intoxication induced fever dream, because there’s no fucking way that this is your life right now. Shit like this doesn’t happen outside of cheesy romcoms and trashy dime store novels. Let alone at random pubs in fucking Liverpool.

You’re not given the time to delve more into the ramifications of dreams induced by too much imbibed alcohol because your ears are abruptly assaulted by a reedy, nasally voice that you wished you could forget, but was burned into so many of your adolescent memories.

“Sweetcheeks! Goodness, it’s been awhile! You know, I wasn’t sure I’d see you here, we were all pretty surprised you showed up.”

The stanger-who’s lap you were perched-on turned at the interruption, his hand sliding from your hip across your belly, palm hot through the thin fabric of your shirt. He hooked his finger in your belt loop, fingers pressing reassuringly into the meat of your hip as his forearm felt like a bar of iron against your abdomen. The positioning was oddly possessive, like it meant more than him making sure you didn’t tip off his thigh and onto the dingy floor of the pub. His glass of scotch was abandoned on the bar, the arm not holding you streched out on the wood, cigar dangling from his fingers. You turned your head to look at the last person in the world you wanted to see, although you were distracted slightly from your ire by the slow drag of lips along the length of your jaw, the bristles on your stranger’s beard tickling the sensitive skin. It was an act that was surprisingly soothing as it was intimate.

Schooling your features, you looked at the face of the man who’d held your entire heart in his hands and shattered it on the ground without a second thought. Half a decade hadn’t dulled the pain, although you did a remarkable job at covering it up.

“Christian. Wish I could say it’s a pleasure.”

He pouted, an altogether unattractive look, although years ago it had been one to tug at your heartstrings. “Awe, don’t tell me you haven’t missed me, at least a little bit?”

You fixed him with a glare, even as fury began to burn low in your belly. “Why exactly would I be missing you, Christian?”

He rolled his eyes, as though the answer was exceedingly obvious, and he thought you dumb for even having to ask. “Awe, babes, you’re not still hung up about that little incident, are you? Even your momma thinks you’re overreacting, sweetcheeks.”

You cocked an eyebrow, even as you subconsciously sank further into your stranger’s embrace, his hold on you soothing and helping to keep you grounded. The admission that he still talked to your momma stung more than it should have, but then, she’d been heartbroken when you divorced who, in her eyes, was the most perfect embodiement of a son-in-law to ever grace God’s green earth. Figures she’d refuse to cut contact with him, even though you had.

“Hung up? Little incident? I came home to find you fucking Paisleigh, my best friend, in our fucking bed. And then I find out it wasn’t just the once, but practically every single week of our relationship, with about three dozen different girls over the years. I would say I have every right to still be pissed at you, Christian.”

“Well, that’s hardly my fault, is it? Men have needs, babes. I was just doing what I needed to, since you certainly weren’t fullfilling ‘em. You hardly needed to move halfway across the world cause you got a lil’ upset about it.”

It took every shred of self control you had to refrain from launching yourself off of your stranger’s lap–and dear sweet god, you’re just now realizing you don’t actually know his fucking name–and strangling the idiot in front of you. Honestly though, it was probably less about your self control and more about the way his arm tightened around you, his fingers hooking tighter around your belt loop. He brought his other hand up to take a slow drag off his cigar, the richly sweet smoke curling around your body as he exhaled, his chest pressed comfortingly against your back. He let his hand drop, resting it on top of your thigh, fingers carefully keeping the cigar away from the fabric of your pants.

You felt the movement of his head as he gave Christian a look, glancing up and down before scoffing darkly, the sound sending shivers down your spine. He only held you tighter, even as he opened his mouth, and the rich smoke of his voice filled your ears, deep and dripping honey, sending sparks straight to the fire in your gut.

“You’re no man. You’re barely more ‘n a immature little boy, a waste o’ space n’ air. If you’re not willin’ to stay faithful, then ya shouldn’t be in a relationship. If you weren’t satisfied, it certainly wasn’t somethin’ she was doin’ wrong.” He punctuated his words with a kiss to your temple, and dammit if it didn’t make you wanna melt into a puddle on the floor.

Christian puffed up, looking extremely offended, albeit ridiculous considering he was skinnier than a stick. “Do you have any idea who I am, old man?”

You’re trying very hard not to panic, because you didn’t have time to tell your stranger anything before this conversation, but you shouldn’t have worried, because he simply replied with a shrug of his shoulders, and a short, clipped, “Nah, should I?”

Dammit, you thought, trying to hold back a laugh. You didn’t know he was funny too.

If anything, that only pissed Christian off more. “Sweetcheeks, you didn’t tell your little friend here about your husband?”

“Ex-husband,” you hissed, eyes narrowing and body tensing at the way Christian spoke, all amusement draining from you at the sound of him acting so damn dismissive, it made you wanna claw his eyes out.

“Shh, is alrigh’, love,” your stranger whispered in your ear, and to your surprise, the tension bled back out of your limbs, the low timbre of his growl soothing the fury boiling inside you. Unfortunately, Christian rudely interrupted.

“And just who are you supposed to be?”

Your stranger chuckled, the vibrations rumbling pleasantly against your back. “Nah, I’m nobody special. Jus’ the one who took advantage of your colossal fuck up and married the sweet thing you let get away, ain’t tha’ right, love?”

It took every ounce of control you had to stop the surprise from showing on your face at his declaration. This was so far beyond anything you could’ve ever hoped for, you didn’t quite know how to handle it. There’d been no hesitation on his part, no awkward pauses or stuttering. Just a steady declaration that he was apparently your (fake, fake you reminded your brain) husband.

Christian’s cheeks were turning a ruddy color, nearly incandescent with rage. You should’ve realized that this little charade was gonna push him too far, especially when he bared his teeth and snarled.

“I pity you, sweetcheeks, you’re such an obvious charity case I should’ve known. No way is another man willing to settle down with you, especially considering the fact that you’re used, broken goods. Did’ja tell him that, before you trapped him, babes?” He growled, spittle flying. “Quieter than a doormouse in bed, she doesn’t even know how to properly pleasure a man, else I wouldn’ta needed to find someone else, isn’t that right?”

Ok, that was it. You were going to deck Christian here and now. You were done letting him have all the power, letting him walk all over you like he had for the entirety of your relationship. Just as you placed your hands on the forearm around your waist to push it off you so you could fight your fucking ex, a firm hand on your jaw distracted you, turning your face to the side and tilting it up, then slightly chapped lips were covering yours.

Oh.

Your eyes fluttered shut as calloused fingers smoothed over your jaw, cupping your face as your gorgeous, dangerous-looking stranger slowly pried your lips open and plunged his tongue into your mouth, stroking the length of it alongside your own tongue. You followed his lead, opening up beautifully beneath him, letting him kiss you deeper as he plundered your mouth, growing more heated, more passionate with every brush of his lips against yours. His beard scratched gently at the sensitive skin around your mouth, but beard-burn was quite literally the last thing on your mind. The entire world faded away, until it was just you and your stranger, and the deep, possessive way he kissed you.

He claimed you with his mouth, there was no better way to describe it. He drew back slightly, only so he could bite at your lower lip, teeth pulling at the darkened skin and making you let out a surprised moan before he dove back in, open mouthed and messy. He sucked on your tongue, making you whimper softly, which only spurned him on even more. His fingers tightned on your jaw, keeping you steady against his onslaught, stealing kiss after kiss. He stole the very breath from your lungs, every time you pulled back to gasp for breath he simply chased you, greedily depriving you of precious oxygen.

He tasted like scotch and cigars, the smooth burn and sharp bite of sweet smoke mixing to create something so uniquely him that you honestly couldn’t imagine him tasting like anything else. You wondered if he tasted the vodka on your tongue, or the coconut of the lip balm on your lips. Whatever your taste, he couldn’t seem to get enough.

A loud cough broke the bubble you’d found yourself enveloped in as he kissed you, but even still, he didn’t let you jerk away, pressing one, two, three kisses in quick succession against your swollen and tender lips, glossy and slick with spit.

Your eyes slowly opened, finding him already staring at you, his pupils blown wide, inky black surrounded by a pale, thin ring of blue. His fingers stroked the skin of your cheek, almost reverent as his gaze flickered between your own wide eyes and your ravaged mouth.

Incoherrent sputtering drew your attention away from the man who’d just kissed you–a fucking stranger–like you were the only two people to exisit in the world and not just at a pub in the middle of Liverpool, and you slowly slid your eyes from his to look at Christian.

You had to fight the urge not to laugh. Christian somehow managed to look equal parts dumbfounded and embarrassed as hell. Considering the way you’d just been kissed felt like it had to break some kind of public indecency law, you weren’t too surprised at the mix of emotions on his face, although they were quickly giving way to anger once again.

He didn’t get to interject, however, as your stranger spoke, his voice barely more than a growl. “If you’d been any good in bed, then maybe you’d have some kinda idea about all the pretty sounds my wife can make, but somethin’ tells me you weren’ ever enough to earn those, and like hell am I ‘bout to let you learn how she sounds when she makes ‘em now.”

Abruptly, he stood, easily hoisting you off his lap to stand on the ground, although his arm stayed secure around you and not letting you take even one step away from him.

“Hol’ this for me, love?”

He handed you his cigar, before digging in his back pocket to pull out a wad of cash, throwing it on the bar and making a quick gesture at the bartender to indicate that he was closing your tabs.

He turned back towards your ex, making eye contact even as he wrapped his fingers around your wrist and brought your hand up to his mouth so he could take a drag from his cigar still gripped between your fingers, breathing in deeply before exhaling, chuckling at the disgusted look on Christian’s face.

“My wife ‘n I are leavin now, cause I’ve been deployed too damn long and I don’ feel like wastin’ another second with bloody pricks who mattered so little in her life that she doesn’ even mention you.”

With that, and a gentle nudge, your stranger began to steer you out of the pub, sliding his arm from where it was still wrapped around you, instead slipping his hand into the back pocket on your jeans, cupping your ass and giving your ex a little show, and causing your heartbeat to race. The cool air hitting your face as you stepped out onto the streets of Liverpool felt like being reborn, as you felt the tension that had been gathering all of the last few weekes in preparation for today just… fade away.

The two of you walked a bit away from the door to the pub before your stranger slid his hand out from your back pocket, leaving you immediately missing the security and warmth he’d provided, even with just that little touch. You turned to look at him, silently offering his cigar back, which he took, but just let it dangle from his fingers. His expression was sheepish, and he rubbed at the back of his neck with his free hand. It was endearing, and you found yourself having to violently squash the part of you that said to just go for it and kiss him again, just to see if he’d still react the same way without an audience.

“I do apologize, ma’am,” he offered, and you blinked, thrown a bit. Why on earth was he apologizing to you? Shouldn’t you be the one apologizing, for even asking a total stranger a favor like that in the first place?

“I might’a taken things a bit far back there, but no one should be talkin’ to ya like that, love. It don’ matter who they were or what they used’ta mean to ya.”

To your horror, you felt your eyes begin to burn with unshed tears. You were so used to being the one blamed for the failure of your relationship, being the one told that you must’ve done something wrong to force a man like Christian to seek someone outside of your marriage, that to have someone tell you that it wasn’t ok for you to be treated that way was like a balm on an old wound you didn’t realize had ripped back open.

You had no idea how to respond to what he’d said, and at a complete loss for words, you blurted out the first thing to come to your mind.

“I don’t even know your name?”

His laugh was deep and warm, and you desperately wanted to take it inside you and hold it’s comfort there for the rest of your life. He smiled at you, eyes twinkling, and held his free hand out.

“Captain John Price, British SAS, at your service, love.”

You took a deep breath even as you placed your hand in his, trying not to show how the sound of his title falling from his lips sent a heady rush of arousal through you. You’d thought he might’ve been military, and the confirmation was doing unspeakable things to you.

“I-, uh, sir-” you started, only to be cut off as he brought your fingers up to his lips, brushing them across the backs of your knuckles and making your knees go weak with the look he leveled you with.

“Love, not to be crass, but I’ve had my tongue down your throat and my hand on your arse. I think you can call me John.”

#captain john price x reader #captain john price #reader #reader fic #fem!reader #fake dating trope #no smut here #yet #but it's coming #so 18+#new multi-chap #the taste of scotch and cigars #cod:mw2 au #au fic

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thateldribitch · 11 months ago

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Just Be Mine

Yandere Azul/Reader

Word Count: 1240

General Warnings/Content: Possessive behavior, kidnapping, murder, gore, (y'know, yandere stuff). Light wounds; reader is referred to as 'wife' but gender really isn't specified (and I'd find it even funnier if he just called his partner his wife regardless of their gender tbh.)

Lightning cracks above the salt-soaked cliffs. Don’t stop. Run. Drag your hands up rocks, drag your body out of the water, keep going, going, going. Drag yourself up the sand. Tonight’s storm consumes all light. Except, electricity briefly flashes. Except, twin fireflies glow in a glimpse of the waves. Don’t glance back. Don’t.

You’re not safe on land.

The lights in the distance provide no safe haven. You need to get away from the sea, have to, need to. But you can’t go towards the town either. The haunting cries from the water summon lanterns from even the darkest homes. Dogs bark. A hunting party—and your rabbiting heart knows their target. Fuck, you did see their eyes in the water; they must’ve been stalking after you and you didn’t. Fucking. Notice. And they let you run.

They always let you run.

And yet you still scrabble towards the woods, heaving for breath, sobbing for it. Hounds bay. They’ve caught your scent. No, no, no—it’s so fast, too fast. Damn it! Your bare feet slide through the mud. You bash your rock-scraped palms into the beach-grass. Hands pounce upon you, dragging you up. Voices. You can’t tell what they’re saying, don’t need to know. You just… know that they’re dragging your kicking body back to the black waves.

Back to him.

“Oh, my love….” Azul sighs, pushing his glasses up as he shakes his head at you. His body gently bobs in the waves. His black tendrils pull him up and onto the familiar rock, where the townsfolk have been ordered to take you after your escape attempts. Affectionate disappointment lights up his cold blue eyes. He looks warmer when he’s with you… but the men digging their hands into your struggling arms shake in fear before him. Your wince drags Azul’s gaze across you, searching for injury.

Bleeding hands, from the rocks. Bleeding knees, from numerous falls. You’re all but limp with exhaustion, but still putting up as much of a fight as you can. It’s cute, to him. What is decidedly not so adorable… are your captors handling you roughly. Not that they have much choice, but you’re his. And no one gets to just hurt you.

The moment you’re within reach, he snatches you into his many arms. His nose buries into your neck, nuzzling softly. Suckers pop off your skin, tasting your wounds, checking you for more… even as you squirm. But you wince a bit more as he brushes over your arms. And… that’s all it takes. He doesn’t even have to signal his displeasure. Firefly eyes burst out of the dark—two sets, Jade, Floyd, and then… screams. The horrific crunch-squish of Floyd tearing out a man’s windpipe with his teeth. The man chokes for his last, bloody breath. And Jade… drags his kicking, screaming kill beneath the waves. To savor.

“I do believe I’ve made myself clear,” Azul snaps a tendril out, squeezing the lone survivor’s neck until he’s red in the face. “You are not to harm my wife. Do kindly remind the village of that?” With a gracious smile, he drops the man at his feet. Your captor scrambles away, kicking sand on the corpse of his companion in his hasty flight. Will the rain wash away the gritty-red sand clinging to his skin?

A knuckle drags across your cheek, startling you out of your thoughts. A soft warning, before you’re dragged back into the cold, dark depths. The salt stings in your throat, but the enchantments lovingly woven into your skin glow… and your lungs adapt. Breathless gasps bubble out, as you pant from your haggard flight. “...So quiet, Darling….” Azul murmurs, dragging his lips across your rain-chilled pulse. A shiver wracks your body. It’s only been a few minutes of him gently dragging you through the water, but he doesn’t like the silence. Stubbornly, you glance off to the side. “...Come now. You know I’d never take your voice…. You may speak.”

How gracious of him to let you….

“I hate you.” Much as you want to snap, you’re too tired to. The adrenaline drains away. There’s no escaping Azul once he has you in his clutches. And the damn mer is warm. He must be using magic to do so, but it’s so horrifically soothing. Your body instinctively melts into his gentle ministrations. A bubbling breath grumbles out of your lips.

“Darling, you know you could make this so much easier on yourself,” Azul murmurs against your neck. A million little suckers pop like gentle kisses off of your skin, as you’re pressed into his chest. “Just be mine….” It gets colder, as you get deeper. Inky darkness envelops you. Azul’s bright blue eyes glow softly; in the distance, two golden lights swirl around each other like ribbons. You put up one, last token struggle before you’re dragged into his grotto.

Enchanted lights surround you in a soft glow. He nudges you into his dark little nook, then just… holds you. So gently, so tightly. There’s no escape, as his plush body molds over yours. His soft limbs bustle around the familiar space, tugging items off shelves while he busies himself with running his fingers through your hair. He picks up your palm as a tendril sweeps into view with a roll of bandages. Soft lips trace your grit-pocked skin; a gentle tongue scrapes the gravelly bits away. “...You know I’ll take good care of you.”

“And keep me in a cave my whole life,” you snip, shivering at the overwhelming amount of contact. There’s the sting of his tongue on your wrist, the pressure of his body against yours, the tendrils swiping softly over your knees as they bandage and clean them…. Your legs twitch as some of his tentacles tenderly massage at your aching muscles. A tiny whimper slips out of you as he lovingly rubs away some of the pains, before just contently settling against your skin. He never… pushes. Oh, he wants. You see the way he settles so eagerly against your freshly bandaged body, pressing himself into every inch of you like he can’t get enough of it. Like he has to be able to touch every part of you to ever have enough contact with his ‘beloved.’

“Goodness, you need more exposure therapy….” He only sighs in response, dramatically nuzzling into your chest. His soft hair tickles against your chin, drifting softly in the current. “I’m your husband, my dear…. I’m not going to hurt you.”

It’s true. He never has. He lets you run off, but always brings you back. He lets you leave the cave. He brings you gifts, food, takes you any place you like—except for back home. People have probably given up looking for you at this point. And the people in Azul’s town aren’t stupid enough to risk telling any passing strangers about the octo-mer’s captive wife. You’re trapped in a gilded cage…. Quietly, you whisper, “...I hate you,” into his hair. Your eyes flutter. You’re so… tired.

“...There we are,” Azul purrs, so soft that you barely make out his words. His fingers card through your hair. His limbs gently adjust the pillows and blankets piled around you. Much to your chagrin, you slowly start to sink into a hazy sleep. But just before you fully lose consciousness— “Don’t run away from me anymore….” His voice creaks out in the softest, saddest plea… right above your aching heart….

Aaaaaa I've had this on the back burner for a bit. I really like horror and imagery like this, so it was super fun! But this is the first real piece I've written in months, so I was a bit nervous to post it. I also really used to worry about word counts, but reading a lot of stories on here that were shorter, but no less impactful, made me feel so much better.

If you guys like it, I might write more for it? I have some loose ideas of including the tweels.

Also I know I have sentence fragments---sometimes they're an aesthetic choice tbh.

#yandere #yandere azul #twst #azul ashengrotto #azul/reader #azul ashengrotto/reader #yandere/reader #divider by cafekitsune #jade leech #floyd leech #mood board images from pinterest

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the-s1lly-corner · 11 months ago

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This may be specific but I also think it would be kind of cute

Okay so Eyeless Jack x reader who is like pretty intimidating looking and always keeps a stoic expression on and also really tall

Then he gets to know them and it's like "Oh you're not scary, just ✨️traumatised✨️" because they only show emotions to those they trust

Like they will glare at someone who said something mean then be all lovey dovey to Jack but still a little reserved cause they're still new to the whole "wow someone actually loves me"

Could you make 2 versions? One being platonic and the other being romantic (also reader just straight up denying that Jack is insecure cause how could he? He's the definition of perfection in their eyes)

Eyeless Jack x stoic!reader whos sweet to him (?)

i must admit it took me a little while to think of some ideas for this prompt, my apologies for the delay </3 i also wasnt too sure what to title this TToTT but regardless i hope you enjoy this! even through the struggle for ideas, i gotta admit, this idea is adorable esp since i personally write jack to be more self loathing mainly written as platonic but there is a segment at the end for romantic hcs ! easier than to write two separate full fledged sections!

uhuh light CW for implied SH on ejs part since the admin thinks that while jack is slowly descending into his whole.. demon thing hes physically and mentally fighting with himself to remain lucid; nothing explicitly written but id rather be safe than sorry

honestly i think it might take him a good hot minute to really let you treat him like hes deserving of anything more than a scowl, especially if he sees how you act around other people... because why him, of all people? there are people better for you

yet he doesnt stop you from coming to his cabin in the woods, he doesnt stop you from doing some work around the place so its safer and more habitable for him, he doesnt stop you from patching up his clothing and washing them. why doesnt he stop you? he knows he doesnt deserve it...

he almost hates the way you look at him sometimes, if you look at him with pity. like hes some lost dog needing someone to take care of him

he doesnt need help, hes been doing this whole thing by himself for a long time now and he hasnt needed anyone

and yet

he doesnt push you away when you go in to clean his face after a particularly nasty fight with himself

you even run a warm bath for him

its been so long since hes been warm

i like to think that he tries to seek you out when you dont come to visit him for a few days.. did something happen to you? were you hurt? sick? did someone do something to you? did you move away? where did you go...?

wont ever admit it but i think hes at least a little starved for a connection, sure hes a hermit and he was already closed off before he started turning into this man eating monster, but deep down he still has his human roots in there kicking, and humans thrive on connections... in the truest sense, he needs you. not sexually or carnally or romantically, he just needs someone to talk to him to keep him from going truly mad

finds himself thinking about you more than hed like to admit, even if he doesnt have any romantic feelings for you hes going to beat himself up. he came here to his silly little cabin in the woods to get away from people for everyones sake; only coming out when he needs to 'hunt'

its like befriending a stray cat, i think. they hiss and swipe at first but overtime they try to cuddle up to you if you give them enough time to build up that trust

admin likes to think he has pointed ears, and i think that they would twitch a little if he sees a smile forming on your face...

as for romantics....

i think he would look at where you walked off to, to go home... longing, almost daring himself to go after you or say something because he cant stand spending another night alone in the woods

leaves you gifts, anonymously, but leaving them none the less. if you ask if he was the one who left them hes not going to admit it, you can imply that you know it was him, but he will hold firm in his denial

building off of the ear idea, he totally gives himself away when he starts blushing... he looks like the type to have his blush reach his ears... not too mention the flicks dont make it any less discrete,,,

even he doesnt notice it, but he tries to make excuses for you to stay around longer during hang out sessions, stopping just short of offering to watch the grass grow

i think this would feed into his self loathing, though. in my eyes, jack was dragged into a human sacrifice unwillingly and unknowingly. his life was robbed away from him, he was robbed of ever having a normal life with you... you deserve better, he thinks. very heavy shit, you know? i think it leads to his mental state being even worse than before

god i had intentions of going into this with fluff but this just came out angstier than my middle school ocs TToTT

#creepypasta x reader #creepypasta x you #eyeless jack x reader #eyeless jack x you #eyeless jack headcanon #eyeless jack imagine #creepypasta headcanon #creepypasta imagine

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astraymetronome · 7 months ago

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Chapter 3

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 4

Sorry, this took so long to get out! I've gotten busy! My job actually just promoted me and I got my nose pierced.

His lungs were screaming as he ran. Flying was one hell of a risk considering that he didn’t want to rush through the potion in his system. He only had one of each and, even if it was faster, he couldn’t risk it. Tommy needed to get somewhere, anywhere, he could hide and act like he didn’t have a living thing in his stomach. Nausea was swelling up his throat as he ran but Tommy was well aware he wouldn’t actually purge his stomach or anything similar.

The teen could feel the snow under his feet, he could feel the cold sapping through his entire body as he rushed from the city towards a cabin set deep in the snowy tundra. Making a journey completely unprepared was dumb regardless of everything, but doing it into a snow-covered land was even more ignorant but that wasn’t what Tommy cared for.

All he needed to do was run until his head was clear and he reached his destination! Techno was far enough away to be hard to locate which was a good thing, but the worst thing was that he was rough to reach in a bad situation.

Tommy panted as he gave a very sheepish whine, his nausea was getting worse from the combination of stimuli. His feet hurt, his stomach hurt, his lungs hurt, Fuck. Everything hurts! He figured it wasn’t a good sign, considering his ungodly pain tolerance. He just needed to get to that shack in the middle of the forest.

The middle of this fucking huge snow-ridden forest!

He got so caught up in his head, the thoughts of his discomfort and the uneasy pit in his torso, Tommy didn’t know how to feel when, out of nowhere, a heavyweight collided with his back. A squawk left his throat as he tumbled forward, wings flaring in response. He fell into the snow as the thing on his back buried its teeth into the fluff of his cape.

The creature behind him was warm and heavy, a growl building from its throat. He felt fear wash through him for a moment before the weight shifted enough he was able to unclasp the lock around his neck and roll away from the cape. He mourned the loss of its warmth but he was quick to pull a sword from his inventory, ready and completely prepared to shed blood to protect himself.

Tommy’s eyes landed on a medium animal, it was mostly gray and white with a small amount of tan dressing its mussel. The animal’s eyes were narrowed, a red glint resinating in the black of its pupils as his eyes drifted down. A nice deep blue collar sat around its neck as the dog growled once more.

“Liz?” He found himself whispering. The canine’s ears perked up at the word as it left his lips, her eyes shifting from a glare to a gaze of recognition as her tail began to wag away and a small bark left her mussel. She bounded forward, acting like a puppy that hadn’t seen their mother in years.

Despite the cold digging into his body and his knees, Tommy didn’t hesitate to chirp as he opened his arms and eagerly embraced the dog. He smiled as Liz seemed to relish in his contact, barking loudly as she was pet and he scratched behind her ears. Her warmth was welcomed with how freezing his limbs felt from the surroundings.

A pressure hit the side of his stomach, clearly some kind of swing or hit from the man inside Tommy held in a groan as he continued to embrace the animal. It didn’t take a genius to guess what the reason behind the attack was. Dream probably was still angry and confused about the situation going on outside, plus he also had a reason to show his discontent with the teen. A sharp whistle interrupted his situation as Liz’s ears shot up. She jumped off of him, quickly turning to face the source of the sound. Tommy recognized the pitch and knew who had made the high call.

His eyes drifted upwards, a familiar mask slipping into view as he noticed the hulking figure stepping closer. Red eyes slid through the holes in the skull, showing the person behind it. A nice watermelon pink draped over his brother’s shoulders, the braid of hair resting over his right shoulder. Techno was still wearing his signature white dress shirt and black slacks. The jabot around his neck was still ruffled and ironed in the way it always was with the green emerald pendent still just above his clavicle. His red cloak, just like the one normally draped across his own shoulders, still holding the bloody shade of crimson and the white fluff of his collar hugging his neck and meshing well with the golden clasp. His tail swished out to the side, peaking out from under the draping fabric as it slipped through the snow.

“Tommy.”

The piglin’s voice seemed surprised and confused but, ultimately, it was guarded. The blonde wasn’t going to judge him. His brother deserved to feel skceptical and unsure about his presence considering their past relationship and how the avian had treated his older brother. He had betrayed his flock, Techno’s sounder had betrayed him and that was considered unforgivable for a brute. He didn’t deserve any forgiveness or anything of that related sort but he still cared for his brother and the hybrid deserved to be aware of what he was doing.

“Hey… It’s... It’s nice to see you Technoblade.” He told his older brother, the look of hesitance steeling as the brute lifted his crossbow. Tommy lifted his hands, trying to show he meant no harm. Liz glanced back and forth between the two of them, the confusion visible in her little face. She seemed drawn to the tension between the two of them, tempted to join her human and grow defensive but also desiring to go love and cuddle with the boy she hadn’t seen in about a year.

“Why are you here, Theseus.” The tone in his voice as it passed by his brother’s tusks left no room for argument or even an attempt to lie through his teeth. Tommy simply sighed as he looked up, he got up, picked up his sword, and put it in his inventory, before holding his hands up with a small anxious smile.

“I know as of right now, it looks like I just need help. I do, but that's not the main reason I’m here.” He told him as he looked up at his older brother. Tommy could feel his nerves flooding his body and causing a slight tremble in his lip as he fought the instinctual desire to cling to his flock and beg forgiveness. He was bound to eventually but, he couldn’t give in until he was completely sure that everything was understood. Techno had a look in his eyes, one that said he was curious and unsure of what he wanted or even needed to know.

The small tilt of his brother’s head was enough to tell him to keep going, so he listened.

“Dream.. It involves Dream. Since you already paid back what you owed to him, and I promise I’m not here to cause trouble! I figured you were the only person I could go to about this…” He explained kind of periodically. He also brought his hands close, despite the desire to talk with his hands he made sure to keep them in sight and where they wouldn’t be seen as a threat or anywhere near that.

“And what makes you think I’d help you with anything involving that homeless prick.” The brute specified as he looked at his little brother. The older hybrid looked angered as he went ahead and moved forward to do something, what that was Tommy had no idea but he wasn’t gonna just take it.

He could feel his nerves spiking as he gave an anxious noise before speaking once more. “I trapped him!” He said quickly.

Techno seemed to pause at his admission. The piglin paused as he blinked a little, clearly confused and it showed. “Heh?” The man exclaimed as he looked down towards the dog near his side. Liz simply looked back at him, being the same as she ever was, just a confused little dog who seemed happy to be around two of her favorite people. His older brother gave a sigh before he simply lifted up his crossbow and reached a hand out.

“We can talk about this at my cabin. You’ve got no shoes on, Theseus.” Tommy found himself blinking at that, he felt confused but he looked down and, just like Techno said, he’d forgotten his shoes in his rush to get someone else. The hybrid let out a chirp, his gaze drifting back up as he watched his older brother.

promise.

The brute chuffed in response and the avian’s instincts took that as confirmation that they would be talking this out. Techno didn’t hesitate to pick up the cape in the snow, holding it out towards the blonde without a second thought.

Tommy took it after just a second as he made sure to adjust how he stood and tried to keep his feet close to eachother. Liz didn’t hesitate to move forwards and wind her way between his legs and forcing them to have a more reasonable distance.

He began to fall in step behind the brute, watching his brother’s back as the cape over his shoulder’s moved in motion with his body and his tail. If the avian was honest, he wanted to just cling to his older brother due to how badly his instincts screamed. Tommy straight up had someone he wanted to hide from inside of his fucking body. His mind was pissed at him for being so chill about having his abuser inside of his stomach, his instincts were also torn, still feeding off the imprint he’d formed throughout exile.

No one knew about it.

Not Techno. Not Dream. Not even Phil.

<em>Not a single person was going to know.</em>

He brought his hands to his chest, fighting with his flock desire to hold onto Techno.

They’d been walking for about five minutes before the piglin gave a sigh, sounding exasperated as they both came to a stop. “Come here, kid.” Techno said without much room for argument. Tommy felt confused, looking at his older brother as he stepped closer.

The moment Tommy was within arm’s length, his older brother pushed his crossbow into his inventory before his arms moved and…

Scooped him up.

A startled chirp left the avian as he was picked up. He was not used to being treated like a small child, considering he hadn’t really been around his older brother. Tommy was very used to being treated as younger than he was, it was the reason he held such a defensive response when being called a child or something similar. Despite how much he wanted to yell and hit as he was picked up, he didn’t have the energy.

“Put me down, Techno..” He whispered as he was held. Liz looked up at him, tail wagged faster as she perked up. it almost seemed as if the canine thought they were playing around. His brother simply shook his head as he spoke.

“You’re walking barefoot in the snow. I should have done this sooner. Calm down, Theseus.”

Tommy couldn’t argue with that.

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Dream could feel everything around him shift. The walls against his back and knees were warm, in an uncomfortable way, and slick. It stuck to him every time he had to move his body. The hybrid couldn’t believe where he was sitting right now, a part of him was preening at the probabilities and possibilities this could open up for kinds of torture and manipulation. The other half was screaming at how unnatural this was!

He held back the desire to scream and yell until he got Tommy to submit. He wanted out of the teenager! He didn’t want to be stuck in some stupid bird’s stomach or even close to this environment. The sound of his own heart pounding in his ears was drowned out by the teen’s heart among the sounds of his stomach and the wooshing of his every breath.

His surroundings were moving without breath, clearly Tommy was being active with the amount of acids that pooled around his hips. “When I get out of here, I’m gonna fucking kill you!” He barked out, his ears twitching as acid dripped down from the fundus above him. Dream moved his hands to the sides, pushing them into the rugae in order to ground himself.

He shifted his weight, moving onto his lower back as he braced himself with one leg. The sheep hybrid was panting as he reared back a leg, quick to try and kick the wall in front of him. It didn’t come to fruition as he was thrown around, hearing a grunt come from above. A smirk spread across Dream’s face, a sick satisfaction growing in his gut at the teen’s pain.

“Suck it.” He muttered to himself.

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Tommy could still feel Dream kicking and pushing around inside his abdomen. It was causing more nausea to grow, more than he’d like to admit, but the good thing was that he was at least close to having this all taken care of. He knew the pots were still working in his system, able to feel it under his skin, but he had a feeling it wouldn’t be lasting much longer.

The arms that were wrapped around his body were nice. Techno hadn’t held Tommy on his back, which should have been expected, instead literally holding him in a bridal carry. It wasn’t uncomfortable.

Not in the slightest.

The brute was warm in comparison to the freezing cold of the snowing biome around them. Piglin’s were naturally warmer than humans because they lived in the nether, so it made sense for hybrids to have a higher temperature as well. Tommy wasn’t going to complain regardless.

Once they got to the cabin, he felt tired. So much had been going on today, a mix of mental and physical stress that really caused him to feel this exhausted. He had a feeling he’d be sent home tomorrow. No matter how mad his older brother got, Techno was not the monster everyone assumed he was. The hybrid wouldn’t force him out into the snow without shoes or proper clothes.

“Technoblade?” Tommy mumbled, looking up at his brother. Liv had rushed to the porch, eagerly waiting outside the door as her tail thumped loudly against the wood boards below her. His brother hummed, the sound rumbling in his chest as he showed his attention.

“Why?” He asked as his brother set him down. He watched as the boar pushed his hand into his pocket, pulling out a key with a swift motion.

“Let’s talk inside.” He said simply. Tommy found his eyes drifting up towards the mask. He locked his gaze with the man as he gave a small sigh. He probably should get inside before the hybrid changed his mind.

As the door closed and the lights were switched on, Liz barked as she ran towards where the other dogs were curled up. A handful of the ones Techno had left were all over the living room. He couldn’t help but smile as he took a step towards them before a hand was placed on his shoulder, leading him towards the kitchen instead.

His nerves were screaming as he stepped towards the area. His stomach shifted with his nerves, the organ squeezing around the small form that sat inside. He couldn’t help but hug his abdomen, feeling self-conscious of the lump that sat under his shirt. It was pretty impalpable, the smallest of bumps settled just under his rib cage where his stomach sat. He gave a wince, feeling bloated despite the fact he was well aware he wasn’t.

Tommy stepped towards the counter, instinctively plopping himself onto the cold tile. It had been a pretty common occurrence back when the avian had been living with his older brother. Their dad had explained it as a desire to be in high places, something all bird hybrids were wired to enjoy. The teen found it strange, it wasn’t like sitting here made much of a difference for height but he liked it. Though… this did get him thinking.

“Where’s Phil?” He asked, keeping his arms around his belly in order to feel a sense of privacy. He couldn’t help feeling exposed since he was well aware Techno was far more perspective than others on the server.

The brute seemed to sigh at the question, it was almost as if Tommy wasn’t the first to ask it. Techno simply walked towards the oven, placing a pot on the burner and turning it on. The blonde watched his older brother get out some cocoa, milk, and sugar before beginning to combine them in the pot. “Dad is on vacation. He’s had enough of the cold.”

That… actually made sense. The only reason his brother enjoyed the Arctic was because it helped him regulate his hibernation and keep a proper internal clock. It was weird to think such a cold environment would help a nether hybrid live an easier life. Either way, Tommy was glad Techno had a way to live comfortably. His brother deserved it after… everything.

“Either way, we’re not going to ignore what you said in the forest.” The older man said simply as he began to stir the concoction he’d started to make. Tommy knew it wasn’t going to be avoided but he didn’t know how to word it. It would be pretty weird to just blurt what he did out loud but, he didn’t see any other options. It was gonna have to be told sooner or later.

“I don’t know how to say it Tech, it’s… weird.” Tommy found himself mumbling as he looked towards his feet, kicking them slightly. He didn’t know how to continue, but Tehno’s next action surprised him. A hand settled on his knee, giving him a reassuring squeeze before a mug was pushed into his hands, warming the frostbitten fingers. The avian took notice of the blood pooling around his nail beds, which explained why his hands were hurting. Tommy knew he had a bad habit of ripping them from his fingers, it used to be nail-biting in Logshire and it had developed into something worse.

“That’s okay, I’ll listen regardless.” The piglin said as he took Tommy’s free hand and began to look over his fingers. The blonde was well aware his brother wasn’t happy with what he saw, but he also knew Techno would’t judge him for the bad habit.

He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath as he let his eyes shift from the mug to the red ones in front of him. He was unsure how his brother would answer but… he no longer had any excuses to avoid the topic.

“I ate Dream.”

#fanfic #mcyt fanfiction #mcyt g/t #dsmp tommy #trapped dream au #avian!tommy #tiny!dream #starling au #mcyt vore #piglin!technoblade #technoblade

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thinkingofausername · 2 years ago

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Simon "Ghost" Riley - An Analysis

(aka hcs I've come across and loved as well as some of my own)

Author's note: This is just a self-indulgent speculation I wanted to get out of my system since I've been downright obsessed with this man and I really wanna make content about him. I've been trying to gather hcs that make most sense and are believable but we obviously may still disagree. Keep the pitchforks at bay :)

TW: domestic abuse, torture, SA, drinking, murder, drugs, mental health/illness, being buried alive, PTSD

Stretch marks. There's no way he wouldn't have them. Imagine kissing them 😥

He either looks like his mother and it hurts or he looks like his father and he hates it.

Touch starved and touch aversed at the same time. He craves gentleness, but he's never had it.

He would never be aggressive or abusive, in a relationship or in bed. The man had a traumatic childhood full of abuse and his new home would be peaceful and safe. Not to shame anyone but there's no way he would bring aggression or bondage or pain to sex after he's been tortured and raped

He wouldn't get drunk to the point of losing control or passing out. On a similar note I imagine being delirious from illness or blood loss would be terrifying for him. The vulnerability would mentally bring him back to a time when he was defenseless.

I love him with my whole heart and I know deep down he would be a protective and loyal and gentle lover but there would be hardships. He's hardly been loved or even perceived as a person and he would definitely struggle and run away and find himself lost.

Paranoia and overprotective tendencies bordering on control. I'm sorry but he literally had his whole family murdered - he will be on edge. He's also a lieutenant so being in control is the norm for him.

Hardcore anti-drug advocate. No one dear to him is going anywhere near drugs again.

Great listener and he remembers every damn detail. Very perceptive.

Silent gifts and favors as a way of apologizing. Mans would avoid talking about feelings for as long as he could.

Ghost and Simon are two different people. He has to separate work from home.

Quick cold shower guy. Terrible at self-care.

Probably pretty blemished skin. Not a shocker after wearing the same dirty cloth over your face for literal years.

God it would be divine pampering him. Massaging, washing, TLC all over the place. He literally wouldn't know what to do with himself. Stiff as a rock at first but he would be a puddle of bewilderment and worship and gratitude and pure love by the end.

I expect him to like bitter things and be bad at cooking since he's all rough and tough and he's only needed survival and the bare minimum for a long time but it's nice to imagine him unexpectedly having a sweet tooth or baking.

He'd spend a lot of his leave in the gym I wager. He probably can't be still and in silence for long before his thoughts start haunting him.

Definitely experiences sensory overload.

Social anxiety? I imagine he doesn't like crowds or attention thrown at him.

Claustrophobic. There's no way he's not after being buried alive.

Major trust issues. It would take a damn long while for anyone to get close to him.

I'd literally die to hear him laugh but I'm not sure what would it take to get him to do that. A huffing sound could be understood as a hidden snort and amusement but that's as far as it goes for a while.

He isolates a lot but I think it would do him good to have company and not sink into intrusive thoughts.

Obsessed with tasks and being busy.

On the field he's purposefully terrifying and brutal and feared but he'd never want to be feared by his partner. He'd want them to feel safe with him.

Price called him "son" once and he absolutely wanted to cry.

He'd have a hard time getting used to someone waiting for him at home. He always saw himself dying on the field.

His father scared him with animals but I really want to imagine him liking animals regardless. A dog would be loyal and silent and simple company.

He'd definitely prefer a partner who can defend themself or he'd teach them if they can't.

Crooked nose. He had to have been punched a lot in his life.

Chronic pain. His body's been through hell and he's covered in scars. Cold weather probably makes it worse.

Nightmares, obviously, we all agree on that. It just shows that he still cares and carries a lot of unresolved hurt and grief with him.

Vengeful as hell. Violence is the answer and it's in bold letters.

It's cute imagining him with kids but I think he'd have no idea what to do since he's never witnessed a normal and healthy child environment.

The biggest dilemma I've got is whether love would save or destroy him. He's been through a life of solitude and pain and it's amazing how many of us want to write him a happy end but the walls around him are sturdy and once they're broken and he basks in sunlight the person who's set him free could be taken from him like all others and then there would really be no way back.

#simon ghost riley #cod mw2 #task force 141

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ghostofthemost141 · 11 months ago

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I'll Be Back Chapter 6

Ch.1. Ch.2. Ch.3. Ch.4. Ch.5. Ch.7. Ch.8.

About: Amelia 'Amy' Vargas had everything going for her. Her dream dog, big house, and in the honeymoon phase with her husband Alejandro Vargas. Her worst fear comes true when Alejandro is KIA during a mission. Or so she thinks. He comes back home, seemingly normal and like his usual self, but Rodolfo, who witnessed his death, is very suspicious.

!Warnings!: Suggestive Talk and talk of Death

Notes: Plot kind of changed a little bit. I was gonna have it to were Alejandro was dead but then comes back but decided to change it to were he may have died but is deemed alive for 'whatever reason'. Regardless, hope y'all enjoy it.

“..de-”

*RINGRING*

Rudy was caught off with his phone ringing loudly. He tried to ignore it, but it kept ringing obnoxiously. I nodded at him to answer, still mentally and emotionally preparing myself for the worst.

“What do you want, Graves?” Rudy snared into his phone upon answering.

Rudy’s face slowly morphed from anger to confusion and then to complete surprise.

“Um..uh, yeah. Yeah, I’ll tell her. Bye.” Rudy mumbled, hanging up the phone.

“Is everything alright?” I asked.

“Yeah..Uh Graves just told me that Alejandro is alive.”

Relief washed over me as Rudy said that.

“Oh fuck.” I croaked out, trying not to cry as I just was on the brink of.

“He did get shot in the head but Graves just told me he miraculously survived and that he wants to see you now.” Rudy explained to me.

“Okay, okay, okay uh, I..”

For a split second I thought Rudy was going to tell me that my husband was dead, but instead he is alive but injured. A loud exciting bark occured as Winston realized who was here.

“Oh Winston, I have to leave, let me go put you in your crate.” I said as I picked him up, “give me a second please.”

“Of course, ma’am.” Rudy said as I sauntered off to his kennel that was on the other side of the living room.

“Okay Winston, I gotta go get Daddy, he is hurt but I’ll be back alright? Here’s your teddy.” I tell him as I sit him down gently on his bed, giving him his teddy so he knows it's there.

Winston bit down on the teddy and got comfortable in his bed, tending to his toys. Seeing that he was comfortable, I shut the door to his cage and quickly grabbed my jacket and purse. I rushed out with Rudy, making sure the door was locked as I shut it.

“What happened?” I asked as I got into the passenger seat of Rudy’s car.

Rudy started the car and peeled out of our driveway, heading straight for our local hospital, driving as fast as he legally could.

“He used himself as a human shield and was shot in the head. He went limp on top of me. I thought for sure he was dead but..” Rudy stopped, his face burrowing into frustration.

I can see the frustration on his face, but I selfishly didn’t care. All I cared about was that my husband was alive and that he was okay. You can survive headshot wounds, it’s rare, but it can happen. I can tell Rudy was still confused but I could tell that internally he was happy that his Colonel was alive and well.

“But he is indeed alive. And I am happy that for your sake he is alive.”

“For your sake too, Rudy.” I added, with a smile.

Rudy gave me a smile back as the rest of the drive up to the hospital was a silent one, but in a good way.

“He’s just in here.” Rudy said as we stopped at a hospital room door.

I could hear some muffling talking in the room, indicating that Alejandro was not the only one in there. For some reason, that made me hesitate going in there.

“Is he..”

“His usual self? Yes.” Rudy finished what I was thinking.

I gave another sigh of relief hearing Rudy say that. I knocked on the door loudly to indicate my presence.

“Not right now!” A nurse’s voice yelled from inside the room.

What. The. Fuck. Just hearing that made my blood boil and burn inside.

“It’s his wife.” I announce.

“Don’t care.”

I busted open the door, barging in.

“Don’t tell no damn woman to wait after she found out her husband is alive after getting shot in the goddamn head.” I growled, immediately getting into the nurse’s space, “how dare y’all?”

“Querida..” A low, husky voice called to me.

I turned to my left, seeing Alejandro in the hospital bed, with a big bandage wrapped around his head and in a hospital gown. He looked like himself but not at the same time.

“Alejandro.” I cried out, nearly jumping into his arms but I had to hold myself back in doing so.

I held him tightly as he did as well the best he could. I leaned my head onto his chest, feeling the heavy tears escape out of my eyes, staining his gown.

“Oh my god.” I say, leaning up to look at him.

Alejandro weakly smiled at me, holding my hand tightly.

“You’re alive.” I croaked.

Alejandro chuckled.

“Sí, te dije que volvería.[Yes, I told you I would be back]” Alejandro told me.

I chuckled, knowing that it was indeed him. It was Alejandro Vargas, my husband. My dear husband. I leaned in and gave him a passionate, deep kiss. Alejandro kissed back, holding my cheeks as he did so, feeling his familiar stubble touching my face. I pulled away, giggling in response and rubbing his stubble.

“What? Do I need to shave?” Alejandro asked.

“No. I just missed you is all.” I said, feeling his stubble prick my hand.

Alejandro’s eyes gazed over behind me. I turned to find Rodolfo standing there, not awkwardly but definitely waiting for both of us to have our moment.

“Rodolfo.” Alejandro called to him, causing me to back away but Alejandro held my hand, keeping me in place.

“¿Señor?” Rudy said, approaching him.

“Did we..did we take down the cartel?” Alejandro asked, wincing as he talked.

“Yes sir we did. Thanks to you.” Rudy thanked him, making him chuckle.

“No, that was all you, Rudy. I knew I made the right decision with you taking over Los Vaqueros.” Alejandro told Rudy, with a beaming smile.

Rudy smiled in response, knowing he was appreciative of hearing those words from his Colonel.

“Everything is going to be okay.” I said, leaning onto Alejandro’s chest.

Alejandro chuckled, pecking my head in response knowing he felt the same way.

“Are you okay?”

I had just put the car in park in our driveway and Alejandro was doubled down over, holding his head.

“Hmhm, yes querida.” Alejandro croaked out.

I placed a reassuring hand on his back, rubbing it up and down.

“I’m sorry, Alejandro.” I apologized.

“Esta bien mi amor. No necesitas disculparte.[It’s okay, my love. No need to apologize.]” Alejandro told me, placing his hand on my thigh.

He gripped it gently, but I could feel the tension and pain he was feeling. The doctor prescribed him some pain killers but it is only a temporary prescription so he can only take it when he really needs it and the shit practically knocks him out into a deep sleep.

“Do you want your meds?” I offer.

“No, no it’s okay. Estoy bien.” Alejandro said with his best reassuring tone.

I sighed, knowing he was hurting but he was trying to put on a brave face for me. He didn’t need to do that but I know that no matter the circumstances, he was going to do that.

“You can hold onto me to go inside.” I offered again.

“Thank you, mi amar.” Alejandro thanked me.

I nodded as I got out of the car, gathered up all of our belongings, and met Alejandro on the passenger side. I could tell any slight movement he made would send shooting pain up to his head.

“Easy, amor.” I cooed to him, trying to make him take it slow.

I helped Alejandro out of the car and he held onto my shoulder as we made the slow walk to the front door. I fished for my keys and unlocked the front door, immediately getting greeted by loud, joyful barking, which made Alejandro cringe with pain.

“Winston, shush!”

“It’s fine, he doesn’t understand.” Alejandro mumbled, “he will stop barking if you let him out.”

“True.” I said, as I helped Alejandro to the couch.

Alejandro laid down on his back onto the couch, softly groaning in pain as his head hit the cushion. The thought of him seeing him miserable and hurting, hurt me more on the inside. I turned to let Winston out who immediately stopped the barking and ran to Alejandro, jumping onto his chest and his nose nudging his nose with his tail wagging so fast that his butt was shaking. It was a cute sight. Alejandro chuckled, petting Winston’s fluffy little head.

“Hey little guy. Take care of your mom for me?” Alejandro asked him, earning a kiss from Winston.

“I’d take that as a yes.” I said, laughing.

“Do you feel alright?” I ask Alejandro, turning back to him.

“I mean,” Alejandro smirked, his eyes grazing up and down at me, “I have a great view.”

I chuckled, covering my blushing face as he said that.

“You perv.” I joked, hitting him with my towel.

“Am I being perv or just admiring my wife in all of her glory?” Alejandro said.

He’s not wrong. I just rolled my eyes at him as I turned back to the shower to check the temperature and make sure the shower chair was stable.

“Doctor said showers were okay but to make sure my head stays in the open air so it doesn’t get infected.” Alejandro informed me, remembering that his wound was in the back of his head.

I nodded in response, feeling the water be at the right temperature.

“It’s ready.” I say as I approach him.

Alejandro was already undressed and ready for me to walk him in. Due to were the bullet hit him in his brain, he has to work on his physical balance and footing, in which I of course don’t mind at all helping him at all and taking him to his appointments.

“I got you, Ale.” I reassure him as I wrapped my arm around him, and onto his hip, keeping his body in place with mine as we slowly made our way to the shower.

I could feel Alejandro’s footing slick a little once we made it to the shower floor and he hesitated.

“You’re okay, Alejandro, I got you.” I reassure him.

“I don’t want to accidentally hurt you, Amelia.”

“You won’t.” I retort back.

Alejandro chuckled.

“My stubborn little ángel.”

I rolled my eyes, as I helped Alejandro sit down on the medical chair that was placed in the middle of our shower.

“Thank God we opted for a big shower.” I comment, standing in front of him.

“Well we know the real reason why we did that.” Alejandro mentioned.

“God, you sly dog.”

Alejandro just chuckled at me saying that, knowing damn well he was practically getting a show.

“Water temperature okay?” I ask, letting the water fall on him.

“Perfecto.”

I nodded as I scanned over to see what shampoo to use on him.

“Amelia.”

I turned to find Alejandro staring me down but in a suggestive way.

“What do you want, Señor?” I ask, returning the same energy.

“Come sit on Papa’s lap.” Alejandro demanded.

“Yes sir.”

“How’s your head?”

“Better. Gettin’ sleepy though.” Alejandro mumbled, his hand movements through my hair getting slower and slower.

“I know you want me to keep laying on your chest but you can’t be laying on your wound.” I reminded him.

“I know, I know. Five more minutes.” Alejandro said.

I held him tighter, just feeling grateful that Alejandro was here with me and he was okay. Alive.

“When do you want to start trying?” I ask.

“We can as soon as possible.”

“Well I want you to be better first.” I say, craning my neck to be looking up at him.

“I know,” Alejandro said, stringing my hair through his fingers, “but I know it’s something that you want.”

“I mean, you want it too right?”

“Of course, querida. You would be a great madre.” Alejandro told me.

“And you would be a great padre.” I say back, leaning up closer to his face to were his stubble was touching me, “I just hope we don’t have to go at it like rabbits to make it happen.”

“I wouldn’t be opposed to that.” Alejandro remarked.

I just rolled my eyes at him, giving him a peck on his chin.

“Can I ask you something?” I ask.

“Anything.”

“Um..” I pause, thinking on how to properly ask this, “what did it feel like?”

“Did what, Amy?”

“Uh, well dying. I mean Rudy swears you did, but Graves says otherwise.” I say.

Alejandro’s doe brown eyes stared into mine, and I could feel as if all of his emotions he felt when it all happened.

“It was..weird. I didn’t really feel anything. One second I was awake and then the next was blackness. I felt like I was floating infinitely in just darkness. I could hear everything going on around me but couldn’t see it. And real quick I was back.” Alejandro explained to me.

Just hearing that made me squeeze him really tight.

“Cariña.” Alejandro mumbled, feeling my tight squeeze.

“I’m sorry it’s just..you were almost gone.”

“But I am still here.” He reassured me.

“I know.” I say, “you should probably roll over now.”

“Okay.” He mumbled.

Alejandro cringed as he rolled over onto his side, facing me and I did the same thing.

“If you need to use the restroom, then wake me up okay? I don’t want you to fall.” I say, feeling myself get woozy.

“M’kay.” Alejandro said with a smile, leaning in to kiss me.

I kissed back softly, just happy that he was here. He would be here forever.

*BEEP*

Just as I was dozing off, I heard my phone beep indicating someone sent me a text. Weird. Who would be texting me at this hour?

“Who is..” Alejandro’s drowsy voice spoke with his eyes halfway open.

I rolled over to look and see who it was.

…

Graves.

#cod #callofduty #call of duty #cod modern warfare #ghostofthemost141 #simon ghost riley #johnny soap mactavish #alejandro vargas #cod alejandro vargas #cod alejandro #ill be back fic #phillip graves #general sherpard #john price #kyle gaz garrick #kate laswell #rodolfo rudy parra

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thatsillyfucknvegan · 2 years ago

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I watched a dog get murdered today. It's really messing me up right now. I lost control of my anger and wanted vengeance, but that wouldn't bring this random dog back. I just want people to put more effort to care more and be responsible for their actions. I'm tired of the excuses.

I couldn't save this doggo and it hurts. I got the neighborhood all concerned because of my intense reaction. As I wash their blood off my leg, from picking their body off the road, I couldn't hold the tears.

The apathy of how this country treats dogs is fucked up. I love all animals so much I choose not to eat them. Their lives matter too. I haven't eaten any meat since 2014. Speciesism seems like something our world will never care to face.

I assume the hatred for animals irks almost anyone, but people still eat them. The cognitive dissonance and hypocrisy of how we treat all animals isn't anyone's fault. We are products of our environment after all. But most of us have the ability to unlearn toxic behaviors.

If you're hungry, you need to eat. If you have to kill animals to survive, don't feel bad. Just respect all life regardless. Don't hurt/kill animals or burn insects for fun, dogkillers get the wall (looking at you cops). Don't kill animals or destroy forests purely for profit.

Humans aren't the main characters of this cosmos. Earth is not yours, it's everyone's. Remember that.

#vegan #fuck people #i hate this world #dogs #animals #dead dogs

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a-tale-of-legends · 2 years ago

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Night Call

Summary: Night terrors are a bitch.

Notes: Just wanted some hurt/comfort between Ramona and Arven. You can see their relationship however you want, I just care them. Also for the sake of my sanity, I'm just referring to Sada, since Scarlet was the first version I played.

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Ramona groaned as her Rotom phone rang in her ears, her peaceful slumber abruptly ending. She lazily reached over for her phone from her bed, squinting as the light hit her face, causing her already sour mood to sour even more. Once her eyes adjusted to the light, she looks at the caller: Arven. The fuck is he calling for this late at night? Fucking hell.

Too upset to ignore, Ramona answers the call, rubbing her eye as she's about to give Arven a piece of her mind.

" What." She hisses out, her annoyance front and center. She was expecting some sort of rebuttal, a typical Arven quip if you will. She wasn't expecting to hear a choked sob on the other end of the call. Shit.

"S-sorry-" Arven starts, but Ramona cuts him off immediately.

"No!" she quickly responds, catching herself to lower her voice, since it's so late. Her previous tiredness and annoyance have evaporated completely, her body now on high alert, ready to move if needed.

" No, no, it's alright Arven," she clears her throat, ".... What's wrong, Arv?" she asks gently.

" I-" Arven doesn't finish, another sob replacing the words. Ramona can hear the soft whine of Mabosstiff from the speaker. That's good, at least. Whatever happened, at least Mabosstiff is able to help keep Arven relatively calm.

" Are you hurt?" Ramona redirects, and Arven sniffs.

" N-no....not physically,"

Ramona feels a wave of relief washed over her. Of course. Of course, he's not hurt, he's in his dorm with Mabosstiff. Of course....okay.

" Do you want me to come over?"

Silence. She hears Mabosstiff gruff a little, and if Ramona knew any better, the dog was giving his trainer a small nudge.

" .....You don't have to," Arven says softly, his voice still strained.

" Yeah, well I want to," Ramona tch's, a slight annoyance coming back, " But do you want me to?"

".... Yes please,"

Ramona smiles for the first time in this entire conversation.

"Okay. On my way,"

~~~~

Ramona knocks on Arven's door in three gentle raps. This is probably the most gentle she knocked on anyone's door since-

Nevermind.

The door opens slowly, Arven's frame coming into view. A full inch taller than her, yet he seems so small. His eyes are red, clear tear strains down his cheeks, with more tears threatening to fall. Behind him is Mabosstiff, eyeing his trainer carefully as if he's about to break.

" Hey there bud," Ramona says softly. She steps into the room as Arven moves aside. The vegetables and other fresh products always made Arven's room smell, well, fresh. The moon shone through the window, adding a pearly white glow to the dark room.

Ramona hears the door close as she walks to Arven's bed. She sits down, signaling him to come over,which he does. The two sit on the bed, Mabosstiff laying on the floor next to Arven's feet. Neither of them talk.

Ramona knows she's not the best at being comforting. She can hardly really take being comforted herself. She never really got that. Especially from her parents. Every interaction was a minefield,every action had to be precise ( three knocks, no more no less). Looking back, it was pretty pointless. Her parents were always angry with her anyway, regardless of what she did. So now, with Arven, what can she say? What does he need right now? How can she ask without sounding like an asshole? The best she can do is just think.

" I had a nightmare," Arven is the first to speak, one hand clenching the other. Ramona nods, immediately connecting the dots in her head.

"About Area Zero?"

" I...I guess? I just-" Arven's face scrunches up, a familiar frustration spreading across his face, " I thought I was over it, you know?! I went ahead and tried to understand who she used to be, and decided what I wanted to be in spite of that,and I thought I was done. No more living in their shadow o-or worrying about far off what ifs!"

" And then you had your nightmare," Ramona finishes. Arven's anger deflates, slouching down and burying his face in his hands.

" I just want it to be done. I have you guys now, I don't know why this keeps happening," he croaks.

Keeps happening? Has this happened before?

"..... You're allowed to grieve her, you know that right?"

Arven doesn't reply, only leaning on Ramona's shoulder,the side of his head touching hers.

"Arven?"

" Do you have nightmares? About....them,"

"Yeah," Ramona says coolly, choosing to ignore the blatant redirection of the conversation, " Not as much as I used to, though. Maybe cause I'm here and they're-" she waves her hand absentmindedly, " wherever the fuck they are.....still get scared they might come back,"

" None of us will allow them to touch you if they do,". Arven's statement is accompanied by a very soft ruff from Mabosstiff, even showing off his insanely sharp teeth. Ramona snorts despite feeling genuinely touched.

" Thanks," Ramona yawns, the fact that it's late at night finally catching up to her, " But seriously, you allowed to grieve her. It's not just a one and done deal,"

" I mean," she yawns again, " I grieve over my parents, despite them not deserving it,"

"....Really?"

"Mmhm," Ramona hums, the tiredness is really settling in now, " Sometime....I wish things were better,"

" Yeah....me too...," This time Arven yawns, which is then followed by Mabosstiff, causing the two teen chuckle.

" I guess that's our cue to get some sleep,huh." Ramona only hums as she scoots on Arven's bed, laying down on the soft sheets. Arven raises a brow at her.

" You're not going back to your dorm?"

" Are you going to carry me there?"

" No,"

" Then there's your answer,"

Arven rolls his eyes affectionately, leaning down the bed side to give Mabosstiff a good night scratch.

" Fine, fine. But you're helping with breakfast tomorrow,"

" Kaaay," Ramona yawns for the uptenth time, closing her eyes and Arven lays besides her.

" ....Thanks, by the way. And sorry for calling you so late,".

No response. Arven turns to see Ramona already fast asleep, causing him to chuckle.

" Night, R.B," he says, as he himself is lulled into a nightmare-less slumber.

#GOD THIS TOOK SO LONG #for me to write i mean.#anyway i hope you enjoy #oc: ramona beatriz luna #too shy to tag mr. sad boi #r writes

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introvertedwolf · 1 year ago

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I tried to keep stuff in the tags but I realized I also have things to say on this

If you have pets, CHECK THEM REGULARLY TOO. Ideally (not realistically) every time they come in from a place during tick seasons. More realistically, try every couple of days- if you wait longer than that, the tick could just fall off and you'd never know it was there.

I personally know about dogs, so I'll stick to my lane and give advice about them. Lots of folks like hiking with their dogs or have their dogs outside the majority of the time-

Ticks CAN live in your own yard, my own dog got a tick from our own yard once, even though it wasn't hot and sunny and dry, you're not automatically safe and should still check yourself and pets!

When you check your dogs over for ticks, make sure you check between their toes, behind AND INSIDE ears, around their necks, and around their genitals.

I can't recommend getting a preventative against ticks and fleas enough, especially because dogs don't really wear clothes and it can be incredibly hard to find ticks because of all that fur and all those hiding places. Vets can absolutely give you medications to prevent all sorts of parasites.

If your pet DOES get bitten, use tweezers at the base of the tick's mouthparts and pull it straight out- this might hurt the dog, but it's better than the dog risking getting a red meat allergy.

There are also flea and tick dog(!) shampoos you can use, but keep in mind that they don't usually prevent ticks from biting, instead usually killing ticks that are already on the skin. If you go this route, make sure you either get a shampoo that clarifies it kills larvae and eggs too, or wash your dog in another twoish weeks in accordance with a flea's life cycle to make sure they're ALL actually dead.

DO NOT. USE A FLEA AND TICK SHAMPOO. FOR ANY SPECIES OTHER THAN THE LISTED SPECIES IT'S FOR. I see a LOT of people use dog flea and tick shampoos on cats, but that is INCREDIBLY DANGEROUS and often life threatening. I cannot overstate how important it is to be INCREDIBLY careful with flea and tick shampoos.

If you go the shampoo route, make sure you're doing it correctly. Read the directions on the bottle.

Do not let your dog lick the shampoo, don't put it on their face, do not get it inside of their eyes or ears, (don't put ANYTHING other than ear cleaner inside a dog's ears, even water, it can cause ear infections, but especially since this is a pesticide, it can do enormous damage.).

Put the shampoo in a full, unbroken ring around their neck first, then around their genitals and anus, sometimes ticks and fleas try to hide inside the dog.

Don't leave the shampoo on for an extended period of time, rinse the dog thoroughly (inside armpits, between toes, under the tail, on their bellies, make sure the tub is draining well so their feet and legs don't have prolonged exposure).

If the dog shows any signs of skin irritation, immediately rinse regardless of how long it's been. If they're already done with the bath and have issues, take them to the vet. Do Not Mess Around With This.

Once the dog is done with their bath, take your own! Your hands have been handling the shampoo this whole time, wash your hands THOROUGHLY and if you get water on your clothes, take a shower and don't use those clothes until they've been washed.

I'm trying to write a post about tick safety and avoiding tick bites, but a lot of the info on websites is like "Avoid going in the woods, in plants, and where there are wild animals" and "Activities like hiking and gardening can put you at risk" and I'm like thanks! This is worthless!

As ticks and tick borne illnesses are expanding their range, I think it's important for people to be educated about these things, and I think it's especially important to give people actual advice on how to protect themselves instead of telling them to just...avoid the natural world

Rough draft version of Tick Advice:

Ticks don't jump down on you from trees, they get on you when you brush against grass, brush, bushes etc.

Ticks get brought to an area when they get done feeding from an animal and fall off them. In the USA, the main tick-bringing animal is deer, but I've seen plenty ticks on feral cats and songbirds.

Ticks get killed when they dry out so drier areas with more sunlight are less favorable to ticks.

The above is useful for figuring out whether an area is likely to have lots of ticks, and how vigilant you have to be in that area.

Wear light-colored, long pants outside. Tuck your pants into your socks, and tuck your shirt into the waist of your pants. Invest in light, breathable fabrics idc

IMMEDIATELY change out of your outside clothes when you come back from a tick-prone area, wash them, and dry them on high heat to kill any ticks that might be stuck on.

Shower and check yourself for ticks after coming inside. Hair, armpits, and nether regions in particular. You can use a handheld mirror or rely on touch; an attached tick will feel like a bump kinda like a scab

While you're outside, you can just periodically check for ticks by running your hands down your legs and checking visually to see if anything is crawling on your clothes. Light colors make them easy to spot, and they don't move fast.

Combing through each others' hair to check for creepy crawly critters is a time-honored primate ritual and is not weird. When hiking, bring a friend who will have your back when you feel something on your neck and need to know if it's sweat or a tick

If you're careful, you can usually catch ticks before they bite you, but if one does bite you, it's not the end of the world. Since tickborne diseases are different regionally i suspect this advice will differ based on where you are, but the important thing is remove the tick with tweezers (DON'T use butter, a lit match, or anything that kills the tick while it's still attached, please) and contact a doctor to see what to watch for. Most illnesses you can catch from ticks are easily treatable if you recognize them when symptoms first appear

#reblog #ticks #VERY IMPORTANT POST #(i reblogged it sooner than i wanted to FUCK)#ive had literal classes on tick safety from awareness groups before and it said pretty much all of what OP said #also! if youre not sure what illnesses to be worried about you can keep a tick in a zip-loc and send it in for testing #that testing can tell you what diseases that specific tick had #people use flea and tick shampoos improperly SO FREQUENTLY its terrifying to me #please be careful it's a pesticide that can do serious damage to your pet too #the natural ones don't work as well in my experience and tend to be much more expensive so i dont recommend them in the majority of cases

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Alright so given this is the "porn blog" I am inclined to believe I have a right at my own posts and thoughts since this is the most appropriate place so here I am willing to share and expose. This is no vent, I am simply sharing a piece of my mind. I shan't be available afterwards as I plan on going back to sleep. So first I'd like to adress the fact you wouldn't peg me?? Ouch? Depths forbid a guy wants some cock inside him, be it plastic. Not your fault I've my times where all I think about is dick, such is the way of the bisexual. We all have our biological needs after all, and it isn't my body that you'll have to deal with - not that it makes a difference, be it with surgery or regardless I still have both entrances to be filled up. Let me cut the bullshit, we'd both like be fucked - me more currently, he's uh... yearning? Speaking of I'm granting you laughstock, he's so pathetic. It shouldn't come as a surprise he used to drool the first times you've pet him, now your bitch moans when you hold him a bit too tight. Touch starved much? Severely so, but he'd rather die than admit to it. You should see the way he's all over that pillow, all coiled around it, pressing his body against it desperate, kisses it when no one is around - it can be heard I bet, it's downright comedic how he tries keep quiet and fails so miserably. I can tell you right now I bet that by the time you're awake he's again cradling the "head" of it, one whole arm around it, pressing it in on him, under his chin, pushing the other end between his thighs, coursing his fingers up and down across it, I don't get who he's trying to soothe, you're not feeling any of that. Fucking dumbass. It's, cute, in its own desolate desperate dog way, if you think about it - but back to fucking me. I'd love to be put against the wall by you, just forced to take it, fuck, hurt me. Now don't get me wrong, I still enjoy dominating, I will stick to it for the rush, but I can't help myself sometimes. Even smaller things. I can practically feel myself bend backwards, give you room, bracing myself by the edge of the washing machine as you put your lips to mine, my neck, me and my stupid fantasies. I lied. You're hot. And I want you to make your whore of me. That's what I am anyway. Piece of trash. You woke up by now and I realise how much in common I have with your mutt, how I pretend you hold me oh so gently, how I instantly feel some form of relief at our placebo. Have I had the peace of mind I wouldn't be interrupted, I'd touch myself right now, with you around. You wouldn't know, of course. I just feel I want you so bad. At times I think of the time we actually brought up masturbation and I'm still half tempted at times to guide you, but I'll be nice and leave it for the other guy, I'm sure he'll handle it just as well. I'd just love see you able please yourself proper, everyone deserves a good one after all.

Update: given it's taken me hours to get this done and we are pseudoflirting I will like to add one last note : Breed me. That's it, thank you. Just, manhandle me, grab me, push and pull at me and use me. I feel sick?? No, I said that because that shot straight to the pit of my stomach. I'll enjoy whatever you do to me you idiot I'm melting even at the thought. Just, damn. You were smooth, and I will feel better about myself for a while now I hope you're aware flirting has that effect on people. I just have to calm down first,

#küsse vom katzchen

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fluffs-place · 2 months ago

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Personal dog related rant below cut

Im so fucking tired of people insinuating were bad dog owners or that our dogs arent happy with us or dont deserve to be with us.

Rins ear is hurt and anyone whos had a dog hurt their ear knows its a fucking bitch to deal with. We haven't taken him to a vet because all theyre gonna do is charge us out the ass for stuff we've already been doing at home. We tried bandaging his ears up and happy hoodie-ing him as well as trying a cone instead. Hes allergic to the self adhesive bandaging which then gave him infections all along his neck. Those healed beautifully and are gone now. But since we cant use self adhesive and he shakes anything else off somehow we have to let him just freely heal. The cone was great while he was bandaged to keep him from scratching it off but once we realized hed have to be free eared, it was doing more harm than good because his ears were slapping it and causing more damage.

So now hes just back to wearing his prongs for walks and otherwise naked. We have to be extremely on his ass though because he tries to roll around and rub off the scabs which then resets the whole process.

So now mom gets home for the hospital and immediately (even after weve asked and then had to tell her firmly to stop talking to us about the dogs cause it was just stressing us out) she was talking about the dogs. I told her rins a wash (hes a great dog but hes so accident prone and just a lil too empty in the head for the work id need him to do) and then she was like oh no im sure you could train him.

We could but he also doesnt really enjoy training he doesnt have the drive so hes not going to enjoy work. Hed much rather be playing so that what were ultimately letting him do. Hes got the temperment. Passed all the puppy tests like holding him on his back, touching his paws, recovering and checking out loud noises. We even thought for a little bit that he was deaf cause he just didnt care about loud noises at all. He was food oriented and still just doesnt care to train. Lovesssss his fishie tho. He will do anything for you to throw the fish. Obviously i cant throw toys to get him to task tho so he a wash. And thats ok.

But anyway shes like oh are you gonna give him up then? Like ok way to word it so were the bad guys but no we arent. Hes staying with us. We still love him regardless of whether hes a wash or not. Then lamb mentions his ears still hurt. Then ofc mom goes oh hes still hurt and oh poor puppy and oh you know theres places that are dalmatian houses you could give him to and oh its not fair to him and oh he needs to just be a dog (as if we arent already doing that). She would not listen to a single thing we said either just kept going on it as if we should get rid of him. As if were the problem.

Its no ones fault no ones the problem. Rins just being a dog. Hes itchy so he shakes thats what dogs do. We cant miraculously heal his ear and we are doing everything in everyones power to fix it. Its not like giving him to someone else is going to change anything. A vet is not going to do anything we havent already. We know that because weve talked to vets. Lamb worked at a place connect to a vet and they literally told him that.

(And i know superglue and whatnot but its not a cut its on the underside of his ear now. It was his ear tip before but thats now healed and scarred over. Then when the reaction to self adhesive happened he got them on the underside of his other ear so now its the problem of getting those to heal despite his persistence to shake and itch. So he is healing its just taking a lot longer because new problems are arising. Which no one couldve expected or planned for because no one knew he was allergic. So literally it is no ones fault. Its just a lengthy process that accidentally got added to.)

So yeah i walked out pretty angrily because one dont insinuate were bad owners. Two stop bringing up the dogs like weve told you. And three dont give us advice we didnt ask for. One of the main reasons we told you to stop talking to us about it. We know what were doing and have done our research on it. Idk im just angry. I love my mother but it fucking pisses me off. Used to happen with my cat too before i moved. Now that we liv3 in their basement the cycles started all over again. I can not wait to move out of this apartment. This was a real weird rambly rant. Sorry lol

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