#also i was so stressed in my sleep i woke up Covered in sweat. like my entire body was Wet it was so Gross i hate it

[hellfireeddiemunson]

actually i’d like my brain to maybe not come up with dreams for a while🧍🏻

[actiniumwrites]

Not sure if you’re taking request still but if you are was wondering if you could right abt reader hiding their fever from Tighnari or Diluc (or both)

𝐔𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑

synopsis: in which you try to hide your sickness from them, just trying to stay out of their way, except it doesn’t quite go to plan

characters: heizou, thoma, tighnari, dottore, and childe x gn!reader (separately)

warnings: angst to fluff, hurt/comfort, descriptions of being sick, a tiny bit of swearing, established relationships

notes: thanks for the request! i tried pretty hard to come up with something for diluc but i wasn’t able to so i just did tighnari. i also added in some other characters, hope that’s okay :) also reminder that this is a relatively old request and i’m not actively taking requests!

heizou:

you hadn’t intended to ever hide your sickness from him, honestly

you woke up with the incoming feeling of what you assumed was a fever. your temperature was high and you felt fatigued

still, when your red haired boyfriend came prancing into your shared bedroom excitedly shaking your shoulders begging you to join him on his day off, you felt as though you couldn’t refuse

he was just so happy and you didn’t want to ruin that, not when he had been so stressed recently

walking around ritou with him seemed to be alright

the weather wasn’t bad and he even took you to a few shops for some lunch and souvenirs

but as the time passed, your head felt dizzier and your eyes stung a bit. the red of the maple trees was blending with the blue of the sky and the shops around began to spin

“are you okay?” he had asked worriedly, noticing your eyes began to droop and the overall fatigue you seemed to be experiencing

he put a hand to your forehead and noticed the burning sensation and light sweat building quickly

“shit, you’re sick? why didn’t you say anything?” he asked as he began to rush you home. his arms were around you, steadying you against him

“you were so excited,” you mumble against his shoulder, “i didn’t wanna ruin that, but it looks like i did anyway.”

the detective’s heart ached as the words left your mouth, he couldn’t believe you would say something like that, “please don’t say that again. your health matters way more than my fun, don’t ever forget that.”

when you got home, you fell asleep quickly, all snuggled up in the warm covers

heizou dimmed the lights and brought some medicine and water to place on the table next to you for when you woke up

as he got in the bed with you, he made sure to pull the blankets snuggly over you and bring you closer to his chest and placing a small kiss to your forehead

“i love you,” he whispered before shutting his eyes and holding you close.

thoma:

thoma hadn’t asked you to help him with chores, but here you were…helping him with chores

although the weather was beautiful, it was spring and in influx of new leaves and all sorts of pollen was in the air and on the floors of the estate

you were kind enough to help your boyfriend out with all of the spring cleaning to prevent him from getting stressed

unfortunately, it only lead to you getting stressed and consequently sick

you had already felt the oncomings of sickness for the past week

from various headaches, lack of sleep, the inability to eat, all the way to a runny nose and sore throat — you knew it was only going to worsen, but still clung to the hope it was just spring allergies

still, you chose to help him anyway while also leaving out the details of your sickness

about two hours had passed since your last break before fatigue hit you hard. the rake you had been using to gather fallen flowers was now leaned against the wall

your arm was resting against the railing to balance yourself as you sat on the small set of stairs under the shade

“thoma,” you called out to him through shut eyes and rushed breaths, “i’m so sorry, i- i don’t think i can help you anymore.”

he ran to you almost instantly, dropping everything in his hands to check if you were okay

when he saw you weren’t, he rushed you inside to your guys’ shared room

“oh archons, i’m so sorry i didn’t notice! you really didn’t have to help me if you weren’t feeling good,” he apologized, urgently trying to help you

it was like that for hours after

he was constantly apologizing for not noticing and you could tell he truly felt bad

he even brought you fresh homemade soup and anything else you so desired. you name it, he got it

at the end of the day, he fell asleep alongside you, swearing to stay by you until you felt better.

he didn’t even care if he got sick. if it was for you, it was worth it

tighnari:

tighnari had been frustrated all week

you had noticed that almost instantaneously and even if you hadn’t, all of his grumbling, dark eye bags (which he never seemed to have), and the distance he was placing between you would have made it blatantly obvious

he didn’t seem himself as of late and that made you feel a bit down yourself

eventually it got to the point where his mood was dampening everyone else’s and you had fallen ill

the forest watcher was so stressed that he hadn’t even noticed

you had tried to tell him when he requested you help him with collecting samples of withered areas, but he was quick to shut you down before hearing you out, requesting that you, “please just help me without complaining.”

under normal circumstances, you would have told him off and not allowed him to dictate over you like that, but you weren’t feeling well at all and didn’t have the energy to argue

besides, it would only be an hour and a half right? you figured you could get through that

you should’ve known what you were getting into. your boyfriend always took longer than expected, though you hadn’t expected an hour and a half to turn into two, which then turned into three

when you realized the time, you began to ask to go home and just come back tomorrow. it was getting dark and was definitely a reasonable request of him

but tighnari wasn’t in the mood and he brushed you off, choosing not to answer your question

moments later, his equipment fell and broke — almost as if karma had struck him

he was never one to lose his cool so easily, but here he was yelling at nothing and kicking his bag over

when you had asked him to calm down, he refused and snapped at you too.

he didn’t mean it — you knew that, but you couldn’t help but feel like he did. like he meant to snap at you and that all his anger was somehow your fault

mixed with the fatigue and shivers from your now fully developed fever, your eyes drooped and you fell forward into unconsciousness

hours had passed before you awoke. but when you did, you found tighnari right by your side handing you a cup of water and some of his homemade medicine

“i’m so sorry,” he started quickly, stumbling over his words as he tried to apologize, “i was so selfish forcing you to go with me. i mean, what kind of boyfriend doesn’t even notice when their partner is sick?”

you cough before responding, “you were a little harsh, but it’s okay now. you were just stressed and no one was around to help you out when you needed it, so don’t feel too bad okay?”

he nodded sadly and fell against your lap, still guilt-stricken by his lack of awareness and clouded mind from just a mere few hours ago

he would take the next week off he decided. taking care of you was more important and he had a lot of making up to do

dottore:

you weren’t surprised the doctor had failed to recognize the fact that you were sick

while he was a doctor, he wasn’t one that cared for his patients or anyone besides himself

when he had called you to his lab early one morning to aid him in some lab work, you knew there was no chance of it ending well

you loved him, you really did, but your boyfriend was pushy. and when his mind was set on something, it became the most important thing to him

today he had asked for your assistance in his lab for whatever new experiment he had conjured up this time

initially, you refused as you weren’t feeling well and didn’t have the energy

but, as aforementioned, dottore is a stubborn man and wouldn’t take no for an answer

“dottore, i’m not feeling we—“ you tried to argue with him

“ah ah, i do not care what excuse you have this time. i need your help and only your help.”

he didn’t even hear you out

so you sucked it up and helped him

about an hour had passed when you began feeling strained

back and forth of reaching for different materials and finding information for him became too much

“can we just take a break?” you breathed out heavily, immune system weak from your sickness

“no, what did i tell you? it is imperative that we do not stop until this is finished,” he stops for a moment, tone softening as he turns to you, “i’ll take you out to that place you’ve been wanting to try later, i promise. just, help me with this and we can go.”

you smile at the offer, happy he was finally making the time to go out with you, but it wasn’t enough

as soon as he asked for the next object, your dizziness kicked in as your neck craned to see it up on the high shelves of his lab

and the next thing dottore heard was a thud with you on the ground

“dottore… i can’t— i’m so sorry,” tears pool at your eyes as your fever worsens

he helps you up with a stern look, his arms wrapped around yours as he pulls you closer to inspect your face, “why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

“are you serious? i did tell you! you didn’t listen to me,” you exclaim

dottore softens in the way he only does around you, quietly offering you an apology and his coat to warm up your shivering body “i apologize, my love. i should not have been so neglectful of my own partner.”

he’s careful as he carries you to your shared bed and wraps you up:

“how about that restaurant? i’ll pick up whatever you want.”

childe:

sometimes childe can be a literal child. you knew that when the two of you began dating. sometimes you minded, other times you didn’t

he had a way of nagging when he wanted things and whining when he didn’t get them

you hadn’t gotten out of bed all morning and childe was getting impatient, hoping you would spar with him today for fun

you didn’t bother to tell him you were sick, thinking that he’d eventually realize later in the day

but childe was having one of those days and didn’t have a care in the world for anyone but himself

he came in to your shared room and collapsed on you, completely missing the pained grunt you let out as complaints flew left and right out of his mouth

things like: “spar with me, please!” and “c’mon we haven’t challenged each other in so long!” among many other complaints

he was right, it had been along time. and while you didn’t exactly want to spar with him today, you figured if you just indulged him for one round he would let it go

so you got up and got your equipment desperately trying to ignore the pounding of your headache

childe was beaming with excitement as he kissed your cheek and ran out to grab his equipment

when you got outside to join him, the chilly wind of snezhnaya bit at your skin and made your nose run faster than it had been before

childe quickly went in for a few hits, you dodged them and countered him quickly

it seemed to increase his determination as he charged at you effectively hitting you in the side

you didn’t let it affect you too much, aside from a bit of coughing which your boyfriend had chalked up to being from the impact of the hit

you had only lasted ten minutes longer before he landed one last hit, knocking you to the ground

“oh, c’mon! that one wasn’t even that bad. don’t tell me you can’t handle a hit that weak!” he laughed, just teasing you

you bent over on your hands and knees, violently coughing as tears poured out from your eyes

“hey hey hey, what’s wrong?” childe panicked as he dropped to his knees next to you with one hand placed on your back to support you

his hand reached your forehead, feeling a burning sensation, “woah, you’re burning up! why didn’t you tell me you were sick?”

“you were—“ you were cut off by your coughs, “so excited to spar. i figured if i just indulged you for a round or two i’d be fine…”

“hey, you didn’t have to do that,” he said softly, “i would’ve understood if you just told me. i care more about you than fighting, you know that.”

childe picked you up quickly and brought you back inside your shared home and to your bed, wrapping you up cozily under the covers before joining you

“childe, no— you’ll get sick,” you tried to push him away.

he smiled and firmly placed a kiss on your lips,“oh c’mon, when have i ever cared about that?”

[miyu-d]

Not urgent request:

Small every day interactions with ace, like for example you just woke up and he is making you breakfast and he gives a lil kiss

Or he watches you as you do you’re work out and he’s like “dam” and it maybe gets spicy

Stuff like that

Hi! Yeah, I like your idea. I'll try my best to write this. Hope you like it. 💕

A typical day

(Ace x gn!reader)

You woke up in the morning and saw the empty sheets on Ace's side of the bed. Ace is not a morning person; normally, you always find him sleeping like a baby while all tangled up in his bedsheets. So you wondered where he went.

That's when you heard some noises from the kitchen. You knew what he was up to. Ace had this habit of making you breakfast in the morning and bringing it to bed if your previous day was hard and busy. He wants to do something to cheer you up. You went back to sleep because you didn't want to ruin the surprise he was about to give you.

He is not the greatest cook. Not to mention, he cooks while half asleep. Even he, himself, is the fire; sometimes he burns the food. But you know it's made with love, so it's the most delicious thing for you.

Ace came to your room with a tray. He put it aside on the night table and got into bed.

"Rise and shine, my love."

He woke you up while cuddling and giving you lots of kisses on your face. Then he started to kiss your neck to keep you awake, and he didn't let you go back to sleep. You cuddled with him until your sleepiness went away.

After having breakfast and doing morning hygiene, you helped each other get ready. Like, you searched for his socks, and he helped you pack your bag. Both of you were a little clumsy in the morning, so you needed each other's help. Then both of you went for your own daily routines.

He didn't forget to call you and check on you while you were working. He always worries about nothing. But you are used to it.

As soon as you came back, he told you every single thing that happened in his day. And he listened to you too... All your tiredness and stress went away after you talked everything out. Ace is always there to listen to your venting without judging you. So you felt so relaxed.

Normally both of you eat dinner at that time, but you decided to do some workouts because you were busy and didn't have time to do any exercises recently. Ace also joined you.

You were so focused on your exercises. You turned back to see what Ace was doing, and you saw him watching you while sitting on the floor. You got a little flustered and clumsy after that.

Then Ace got up and slowly approached you from behind. He put his hands on your waist and pulled you towards him. Your back was touching his chest. He started to kiss your neck slowly. He didn't care that you were covered with sweat. His hands started to slowly move to your chest while still kissing your neck softly.

You knew there was no way of saying no to him now, so you gave up on your workout and turned around to kiss him. Ace stopped kissing your neck and looked at your face. You stared at his lips and, without warning, kissed him. He got a little surprised first, and then the corner of his lip curled, and he kissed you back passionately. Both of you pressed your bodies towards each other, needing more and more touches. You stoked the back of his neck while he caressed your back and sides.

Both of you headed to the bathroom without stopping your passionate making out. You took off each other's clothes on the way there. Then Ace turned on the shower, and water dripped down on your bodies.

He started to kiss your neck again. This time more roughly, more like nibbling. His hands wandered all over your body. Then the make-out session turned into, you know, what.

After getting out of the shower and drying each other, you and Ace had dinner.

You picked up a book and went to bed. You started to read it while Ace was watching TV.

When Ace got sleepy, he came to you and started to be clingy. He sat beside you in the bed and snugged on you.

"Babe... Can we go to sleep?" He asked while yawning.

You were also tired, so you put the book away and got ready to sleep. Ace loves to hold you in his arms. But he loves to be the little spoon more. He feels safe when you hold him. So he buried his face in your chest. Then he put his arms around you and hugged you tightly.

"I love you so much, babe... You have no idea how much I love you..."

"I love you so much too, babe." You kissed his forehead and stoked his hair to make him feel secure.

He kept telling you how much he loved you and how lucky he was to have you. And he pouted a little, saying that you work so much and don't give him much time. Then you planned your future together with some silly talks while cuddling and eventually fell asleep.

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The drawings are not mine. All the credis goes to the these arts:

-Omame/IMADA Makoto

-S+ y (yumiya)

-I couldn't find the artist of the last one. Sorry.

[c1nna1nmyr0ll]

Mike Schmidt x fem!reader

Word Count: 0.7k

Warnings: consensual somnophilia, dark content, very, very dub!con, m! masturbation mention, vaginal sex, pet names (baby), begging, creampie, and multiple orgasms

Whenever Mike wakes up from his nightmares, he must relieve some stress. Usually, he jacks himself off to calm himself, and it helps relax his muscles so he can fall back to sleep. He knows it’s not the most ethical way, but it’s his way. After he met you, he would wake you up, and you would help him relieve stress instead.

For a while, this worked. Mike would shake you slightly to get you up, and you guys would fuck the stress away. The intimacy and active work were the perfect remedy for Mike. However, getting woken up so often affected you because of your lack of sleep. You didn’t change anything, but things changed when Mike brought it up and mentioned how worried he was for you. So, you came up with a simple solution.

“Just don’t wake me up,” you suggested as you two were lying next to each other about to sleep for the night.

“Huh?” Mike looks over at you. His eyebrows furrow.

“Like, just use me while I’m still sleeping,” you further explain.

“But isn’t that–” you cut him off.

“Don’t worry; you have my full consent to do this,” you reassure him. “When you need to relieve stress, just use my body.” He still looked at you with slight concern.

“Are you sure?” he asks again.

“Yes, I’m sure. I’ve given it a lot of thought,” you say.

“Alright,” he agrees. You could tell he was still hesitant, but the two of you rolled over and went to sleep.

~~

You vaguely begin hearing some harsh breathing and feeling thrusts inside your pussy. You breathe out and hum your moans while both sensations continue.

“Christ, baby, you feel so fucking good even while you sleep,” you hear. Mike’s harsh breath and hoarse voice. You continue to hum your moans. Mike’s thrusts continue to fuck your pussy; each thrust deep and quick.

You begin to open your eyes and see Mike’s silhouette on top of you. Your eyes adjust, and you see his messy brown hair tosseled and his brow covered in sweat. Mike’s eyes are closed in the ecstasy of using your pussy how he pleases, even when you are sleeping. You almost don’t want to interrupt him, but you also can’t help the moans that escape your mouth.

“Ah! Mike,” you moan and raise your arms to cage Mike’s shoulders and bring him closer to you.

“F-Fuck, Y/N,” he says. Mike holds your head in his arm while he continues to thrust into you. He’s not relenting at all, getting closer to his orgasm.

“Mi-Mike, please cum inside me,” you beg. “Cum inside my pussy, please.” His breathing slightly changes into whines, wanting to fulfill your desire. His arms flex, and his movements speed up, and his cock hits your best spot, but you didn’t want to cum because you do not want to ruin his orgasm.

“F-Fuck,” Mike curses again, and you feel his cum enter your pussy. He falls into your arms with your chests pressed together as he catches his breath. You hug him, reach up, and touch his hair. The nape of his neck is a bit wet from sweat.

“Do you wanna take a shower?” you ask. “We can do a quick one.” Mike chuckles.

“Don’t you have to wake up in a few hours?” he asks, referring to your day job.

“We’ll be super quick then,” you say, and he playfully rolls his eyes.

“Alright, alright,” he agrees.

Mike gets up and pulls out of your pussy and helps you to sit up, and you both climb out of bed together. As you both leave the bedroom and begin walking to your bathroom, you notice that there’s a lot of cum dripping from your pussy.

“Jesus Christ,” you say, looking down. Mike notices you looking and gets a bit red.

“Uh, well, I cummed a few times inside you earlier before you woke up,” he explains. Your eyebrows raise.

“Oh really?” you ask.

“You also came at one point, too,” he says.

“I did?” you’re even more surprised.

“Yeah, I was surprised too,” he says. “I hope that you’re–”

“I told you don’t worry,” you say. “Seems like you really liked my idea, huh?”

“Well, it does help solve our problem,” he agrees.

“Yup,” you say playfully. “Now, let’s shower and get back to sleep.”

“Works for me,” he agrees.

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[jake-g-lockley]

Would you mind doing prompt 18 with either Jake Lockley or Santiago Garcia? I couldn’t decide which one I wanted more, so I’ll let you decide ❤️

Erase it (Santiago Garcia x reader)

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Prompt: they’re teasing each other when one character goes “then kiss me” and is surprised that the other character actually does it

Word Count: 2.6k A/N: Fun fact! This period fic was just sitting in my drafts for a while but this prompt inspired me to add a lil something hehe. Enjoy <3

Warnings: MDNI, Smut, fingering, unprotected p in v sex (doesn’t matter if you’re on your period, WRAP IT UP), i'm back at it with the idiots in love trope <3

 .・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You couldn't decide whether mother nature had decided to play a nasty trick on you or had blessed you with a chance when your period had made its uninvited appearance. It was an unusually cold night in Bogotá but you woke up sweating, pure pain radiating from your lower abdomen, edging itself towards your lower back. You panicked slightly when you turned, feeling a wet patch under you. 

“Shit …” you mutter as you scramble to get out of bed to turn on the lights.

You were right, you had bled through your pants onto the bed below you as you slept. The past few weeks have been absolute hell, you and the boys have been out and about. Today had been the day where they checked into a hotel and you guess that your body decided to let go of all its stress that it was holding and push it out of your uterine lining. Your period had been late and your flow was heavy despite it being literally the first day. The cramps were biting into you, making you curl your body forward each time another wave hit you.

You ransacked your bag and the hotel room, but found no pads or even tampons. Part of you was ready to just free bleed but the other part of you just wanted to cry. All you wanted was a hot cup of chocolate and a large pad but you couldn't go and get it yourself, not in the streets of Bogotá at 2 am in the morning. You bit your lip and decided to admit defeat, walking out of your room and padding sadly towards Santi and Frankie’s room. You hesitated slightly before knocking their door.

Santi flung the door open and squinted down at you warily, sleep heavy in his eyes. His curls were astray and he was pulling down his sleep shirt, exposing some skin that made you blush a little. His eyes crinkled slightly as he smiled, a warm feeling coursing through you at how genuine he looked. 

There's no way that this man could look this good even when he slept.

You were pretty sure you looked like a gremlin in your oversized t-shirt and blood covered shorts. 

“Everything okay?” he mumbled, sleep coating his usual gruff voice, softening out its edges.

To put it plainly, his voice sounded like it had been touched by a siren. 

“Uhm, yea kinda, but also no.” you look downward, shifting from one foot to another. 

Santi raised an eyebrow but let you continue.

“Sorry for waking you Pope, but I need a little help.”

“That’s alright, querida. Name it, I’m at your service.” he said bowing a little, making you giggle.

You hugged yourself, feeling very vulnerable as you bit your lip

“I started my period.” you whispered

Santi gave you no reaction to what you had said and you wondered whether he had fallen asleep with his eyes open and standing up.

“Okay, need me to get you anything?” he said, instead giving you a small smile.

That took you aback slightly, no one had said something like this to you so casually. Normally men would lean on the extremes, either making it a big deal, as if you were on the verge of death or downplaying it and making you feel small

“Yes, please. I just need pads, the biggest ones you can find please and something for the pain.” you meddled with the edge of your shirt, twisting it in a comforting pattern. 

“Alright, lemme just get my wallet. Wait for me in your room, okay?” he said cupping your face with his hand, an unusual act of affection from him.

“Okay. Thanks, Santi.” you smile, forcing down your tears as you look away from him

You went back to your room and took a nice shower, letting the hot water soothe your body. You heard a knock and you shut off the shower, pulling a fluffy towel around you before letting Santi in.

“I- oh.” Santi said before turning around when he realised you were only in your towel.

“Oh, it's fine. I’m decent. I mean the towel is long enough.” you laughed a little awkwardly.

Santi set the big bag of things he got for you onto the bed. He pulled out a packet of big pads, several of your favourite chocolate bars, pain ointment, painkillers, a hot water bottle and lastly a pack of cotton underwear. You didn’t realise you had a hand on your mouth as you watched Santi pull out the stuff from the bag

You were absolutely flabbergasted

“Fucking hell, Santiago Garcia.” you breathed. 

You stepped closer to him and grabbed the pack of pads, examining it with a smile before turning to face him and giving him a kiss on the cheek. When you pulled away, you noted how red his face had gone, and the dopey expression that lined it. You thanked him profusely and rushed into the bathroom to get changed. 

You finally felt nice and fresh. You came out to find Santiago laying a towel on the soiled part of your sheets and you started to tear up. You sniffling made him look up and he just opened his arms out understandingly. You almost run to him, letting him envelope you in his warm, comforting embrace. 

“How do you feel?” he murmurs into your hair. 

“Much better, thanks Santi.” you say into his chest, breathing in his soft scent as your tears get caught in his sleep shirt. 

“Alright, I’ll let you get some rest, okay?” he said before slowly pulling away. 

You were rendered confused, and he didn’t even get to put his hand onto the doorknob before you grabbed onto his wrist. His confused stricken face made you blush and drop his hand.

“Could you maybe stay?” you ask, slightly bashful.

Santiago just smiled at you, studying your face. 

“Sure, I’d love to get away from Frankie’s snores for a while.” he said after a few seconds, making you snort. 

He grabs a few of the chocolate bars before he leads you to the couch. You open one of the bars and break it into half, giving the other half to Santiago. The both of you nibbled on the chocolate and laughed about old memories. 

You watched as Santiago animatedly tells you about the boys and their shenanigans. Oh, to be Santi’s girl. You would be treated like a queen, forget it, you would be treated like a goddess, mainly because this man had the heart to be absolutely head over heels over someone. 

“There was once where Benny tried to pet a dog, it was a calm dog, for your information, and the dog lunged at Benny so fast that all we saw was Benny’s rifle flying 30 feet away in one direction and Benny running as fast as he could in the other direction.” You laughed a little too hard and felt a sharp pain in your abdomen, making you double up in pain. 

Santiago held you and pressed his hand over yours on your tummy. For the first time panic flashed through his eyes, not knowing whether this was a normal thing. 

“Ugh I hate taking pain killers, it's not like they work anymore.” you straighten your back as the pain ebbed away. 

Years of chronic pain have made painkillers essentially useless for you. Santi nods understandingly, rubbing the back of his neck. Suddenly a sheepish look settled upon his face.

“What?” you say squinting at him

“It's nothing.” he said and you swore you could see a tinge of pink upon his cheeks. 

“I demand you to tell me, I'm the one in horrendous pain,” you winced.

Santi settled back onto the couch and pulled you down with him with a sigh. 

“Remember when we were small and our mom’s would take care of us?” he said softly.

“Of course.” you said, snuggling a little closer to him.

“You know when you would fall down and your mother will always have that one special remedy?” his voice edged into a whisper.

“Hmm? A bandage and some tylenol?” you say back, totally oblivious. 

“No, I mean what comes after the bandage and the tylenol?” he says a little exasperatedly now. 

You look up at Santi with a pout and shrug. He sighs again, this time with a small smile on his face as he brushes away a wet strand of hair from your face. 

“When they kiss it all better?” 

It took you a while to process what Santiago was trying to tell you. Suddenly it clicked but you didn’t let it show, masking your shock at what Santiago was implying with confusion to divert him.

“You wanna be my mom, Santi?” you feign confusion and he rolled his eyes.

You sit up slightly and press your lips together, trying to keep your laugh in. 

“I’m just playin’, I’d love to kiss me all better, not that you’d know where to kiss-.” 

His lips caught yours before you could finish your sentence. He sighed sleepily into your kiss and caressed your cheek with his knuckles. You smiled against his lips and anchored yourself against his chest, fingers feeling up whatever was under his sleep shirt. 

He pulled away and smiled at you, a boyish smile that made him look several years younger. His fingers were at your chin and he turned our face so that he could plant another kiss onto your cheek before pulling you down onto his chest. You groaned again and clutched at your stomach as another wave of pain crashed through you.

“Guess your remedy didn’t work.” you mumbled sadly into his chest as his hand kneaded your lower back with soft pressure. 

Santiago stayed silent for a while and you slowly felt yourself getting sleepier with his presence but a few biting cramps kept pulling you out of your relaxed state. 

“I… umm… heard somewhere that there is a way to take the pain away.” Santiago stuttered a little, a little unusual for someone who was usually so calm and collected.

“I’ll do anything.” you muttered again.

“Anything?” 

“Well not do hard drugs but you know, yes anything.” you sigh. 

“It involves coming.” Santi says after a few seconds of silence

“Going where?” you said without missing a beat, the pain clearly making you stupid

Santiago’s nervous expression shifts to a blank one as he stares at you incredulously

“Pope, what?” this time you were genuinely confused as you stared at his face. 

“I mean, like, ORGASM!” he whisper-shouted.

oH-

 Now it was your turn to be nervous. You eyed Santiago and picked at a hangnail on your finger. 

“Let me take care of you.” his voice dropped to something more sultry and you felt your insides swim with desire. 

“How?” you whispered. 

Santiago wanted to buy his time by whispering all of the sweet and sacrilegious things he had been meaning to do to you but in your current state, he would rather just blatantly tell you before he made a fool of himself.

“Let me touch you and help you relax.” his eyes were so soft when they met you and you found yourself trusting him entirely.

“Okay.”

With your confirmation, Santiago scooped you up and walked you to the bed, laying you down on the towel he placed there earlier, before pulling his shirt off and crawling beside you. Your heart thudded in your chest as you pressed your legs together and stared up at Santiago. You’ve never seen this look on his face before and he was studying you, his eyes scanning your body as your breath quickened. 

“Relax, querida, I’ll take care of you.” he said, pulling your oversized t-shirt up slightly before hooking his fingers at your shorts, tugging them down gently, easing your legs apart. 

The cold air on your bare pussy made you shiver and he eyed your core in a way he’s never looked at you before. You let yourself sink down at his soft touches, his fingers kneading gently at the skin of your thigh as he kissed your knee. He kept his eyes on you as his fingers found your clit and you squeezed your eyes shut at the soft pressure. Silently, he began to softly rub at your clit, easing out soft moans and whimpers from you. You felt the tension in your abdomen pull away as it is replaced by another sensation, one that was egged on by the attractive man who was hovering over you. 

“How do you want me?” he asked softly over your whines. 

“Anything you can give me.” you breathed back, and instantly, he slipped two of his fingers inside you, making your head drop back with a delicious moan. 

He started pumping his fingers in and out of you, and you started whispering his name like a prayer almost like you were pleading for him to not stop. His thumb swiped at your clit when your walls started to get tighter around his fingers and the band that he was building instantly snapped and your back arched off the bed as you came with a gut wrenching moan. 

You dropped back down onto the bed and caught your breath, your vision swimming as you vaguely heard yourself thank Santiago. You felt the bed dip around you and your eyes dropped down to where Santi’s hand was. He had rid himself of his pants and was gently pumping himself up and down, smearing your blood on himself, eliciting a string of curses from your own mouth. You dropped your knees open and he pushed himself in, filling you up to the brim as you gasped at his size. He dropped himself onto his forearms, caging you as his lips whispered soft nothings into your ear.

“So wet and warm… Still so fuckin’ tight…” he started pistoning his hips pulling out moan after moan from you again. “Fuck, you feel so good, I need to make you feel good.” 

He was making you feel good. All of the pain had vanished and was replaced with quaint pleasure coursing through your veins. The intimacy of it all made you feel so vulnerable yet safe. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him softly, letting him drop his head against your shoulder as your pussy started to grip him with absurd strength. 

“So close…” you managed to breathe and Santi nodded, unable to form any words.

His fingers dropped to your clit once more and it didn’t take much for you to snap again, Santi spilling into you with a sharp moan to the column of your throat. He slumped against you and your hands lazily scraped at his scalp.  All of your muscles were relaxed and it was replaced with soft clouds of pleasure that turned your mind hazy. You kissed Santiago’s temple and thanked him over and over as he soothingly kissed your neck.

“Better?” he mumbled into your neck.

“So much better.” you breathed, sleep pulling your eyelids over your eyes.

“Shh, rest, I got you baby. I always got you.” was the last thing you heard before you succumbed to the powerful callings of sleep. 

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

You woke up curled up against him, his hand pressing a now lukewarm hot pack to your abdomen as he cuddled you close. While you were asleep, he changed you, and made sure you were comfortable before settling to sleep. His nose now was buried in your hair and your back was flush to his chest, impossibly close. 

You held on to his arms and you pulled him closer, praying that he would never slip away, knowing that he’d be able to erase everything that could harm you. 

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[fireflysymphony]

Dance of the Lotus and Wandering Dandelion

Nilou x fem! traveler! Reader

A/N: I wrote this for a friend a few months ago, and I think there needs to be some more Nilou love in the world. If you’re a Nilou fan, ily and have the best day! <3

Word count: 1.4k

Content: pure fluff, can be read as platonic or romantic, not proofread.

The lush greenery of Sumeru shimmered with a fresh layer of dew as the chirping of birds broke the early morning silence, welcoming the sun and rest of the world with song. Some believed daybreak to be a mystical time of day, not only is it a gateway between dark and light, but it also blurred the line between sleep and awareness— or dream and reality.

Nilou was accustomed to dreams, her nights were usually full of them, but ever since the Sabzeruz Festival. Not even her pre-sleep relaxation methods were working! She couldn’t remember much from that day. The memories were fuzzy. Was it the worry that got to her and blocked it out? And she thought she was doing good at controlling her stress levels too!

All she could remember clearly was her dance. It was magical! No, no she wasn’t trying to be arrogant, but her performance that day captured all the emotions she wished to convey— her love, devotion, and passion all on display for her audience. Everyone stopped to watch her, not a soul could take their eyes off her! It wasn’t the attention or fame she craved, but the knowledge that she conveyed her message through that dance caused a flutter in her chest.

This pleasant flutter kept her going even when nights were rot with lack of sleep or when she woke up in a cold sweat. No gloomy days could stop her as long as she had dance and her passion for it! She would stay positive, active, and not waste time thinking about sleepless nights.

Which is what led to the frizzy haired, barefoot girl being out here at sunrise, a blanket under one arm and a basket of goods in her other one. She hummed a silent tune, letting the dew covered grass soak into her feet. Her eyes widened slightly when no bloom cores sprung under her. She expected it at this point despite her nonexistent activation of her vision, and the grass wasn’t infused with dendro either. Her recent relentless training gave her these insistent fears.

Surprisingly, dance and fighting weren’t so different, especially since Nilou could never see herself dawning armor and being the center of a fight. If she could, she’d rather appease her opponents with her dances, but from the stories her friend told her, that wasn’t an option when it came to actual fighting, so when her days were full of practices and dances, she filled her sleepless, empty nights wielding the power of hydro, trying to make it bend to her will.

“You’re here!” Nilou gasped, her face breaking out into a large grin. She dropped her basket and blanket, quick to throw her arms around the girl standing alone on the hillside, basking in the rays of the sun. “I didn’t think you would. It’s so early.”

She pulled away, taking her hands between her own and pulling her along to the spot for the picnic. She sat now and patted the spot next to her with a weary smile. “You’ve probably seen all kinds.of views like this, haven’t you? It’s not much, but I like coming here.”

(Name) shook her head, accepting Nilou’s offering of pudding with a grateful smile: “The views in Sumeru are my favorite. I like this place.” She glanced around before meeting Nilou’s gaze again.

“Really? Any view with you would be a nice one though. No matter what!” Nilou smiled, stretching her limbs out on the picnic blanket. The clouds covered the sun and then parted, Celestia’s glow warming Nilou’s skin as if in soft encouragement. This picnic wasn’t just a sweet gesture. Well, it was, but Nilou wanted this opportunity to speak alone with the girl.

“Speaking of, I heard you’re leaving Sumeru soon.” She whispered, breaking the contented silence which had fallen over them. She didn’t break eye contact, fidgeting with her shaking hands. No amount of training could stop her when she began shaking like this, not even her optimism could even though it compelled her to hope this would go well. “You’re going to Fontaine and then Natlan, both sound like scary places…”

She trailed off, and (Name) nodded, glancing away too: “I am. I love it here. Sumeru feels like my home, but I need to continue my journey to meet the seven Archons.”

(Name) wouldn’t dare ask for Nilou to join her as much as she had grown to love the dancer. Despite their bond, (Name) knew Nilou had duties to Zubayr Theatre and making sure the Akademiya couldn’t touch it. Likewise, she had duties too. Their fates couldn’t mix, and what kind of person would she be if she tried to redirect Nilou’s future?

Nilou was having a similar debate. What if (Name) didn’t need her? What if she’d only be a hindrance on her journey? Nilou knew she’d never be the strongest, never be the perfect partner in face of danger, but what would she be if she let all her hard work and training go to waste? She couldn’t live with regrets, not this one anyway.

“I want to go with you.”

She winced, but she couldn’t look away, her eyes burnt with passion and longing as she looked at (Name)’s shocked face, trying to pour all her emotions in one single look. In her shock, (Name) lost hold of her padisarah pudding which Nilou caught.

“Excuse me?”

That reply wasn’t what Nilou was expecting. She flinched away, taking on the facial expression of a kicked puppy. She played with the rim of the pudding bowl, trying not to let her disappointment be too obvious. She knew the answer would probably be a “no,” but that confused tone and exasperated wording wasn’t what she wanted. “My apologies, I was too forward, wasn’t-“

“No, I was just surprised. What about the theatre? Your dancing? Would you really leave it?” She gestured towards the city of Sumeru as if to make her point more clear. “I don’t want you to leave that all behind, not for me.”

“It won't be forever; I'll come back, but I’ll have dancing forever. I don’t know how long I’ll have you.” Nilou’s heart sounded like drums in her ears, the fear of rejection eating away at her. “Will it be a year before you leave Teyvat? Two? Five? How many more times will you have the opportunity to visit Sumeru before you go beyond Celestia again? How many of those times will you get to see me? I’ll be dancing for years to come, but I won’t have you for nearly the same amount of time. Will I?”

(Name) stayed silent, picking at the grass around the picnic blanket. She wanted to assure Nilou that she’d be back, but she just couldn’t know for sure. Sumeru was her home away from home, and all the people she met were so special to her in various different ways. Would she ever get to say goodbye to any of them when that faithful departure day came?

“I even learned how to fight.” Nilou added, her cheeks getting rosy from the admission. “I’m not as good as you, and the foes you’ve faced would make quick work of me. But with your connection to Dendro and my hydro vision, I think we’d make a good team, don’t you?”

She couldn’t help but smile at that, her face breaking out into a wide grin before nodding. “Okay! If you’re sure, I want you to join me.”

Nilou’s face became a mirror of (Name)’s as she let out an excited cheer, wrapping her in a tight hug and nearly popping her neck off. “Really? Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!” The stress, the excitement, the sleepless night all combined and collectly faded as the relief set in. Nilou yawned, falling away from her.

“Thank you.” Nilou mumbled, a content smile on her face. Her eyes fluttered shut, long lashes brushing her cheeks and her hair sprawled out around her. “I think my sleep can be peaceful now since I have you around.”

The last part of her sentence came out mumbled, quiet snores racking her body. It was as if she was a doll instead of a person. Her sleeping form held a sense of elegance her dances could never capture, the grace of stillness only found in someone who is constantly moving.

Request are open and welcomed!! <3

[slime-sandwhich-nom]

Hcs about Vanessa and the prince to give them more life

(Some were already been said)

- between Vanessa and the prince, the prince had a worse temper than her.

- the prince also didn't have a lot of patience

- the prince DID have an ego just like snatcher, he just knew how to hide it well.

- Vanessa was a very outgoing person

- the prince was a nerd.

- Vanessa's laugh is quiet (not anymore.), the prince's loud.

- vanessa favorite color is red. The prince is purple.

- the prince is the one making jokes, Vanessa is the one laughing at them.

- the prince can't cook no matter how hard he tries.

- the prince likes horror and yellow books, Vanessa likes romance books.

- the prince is a cat person, Vanessa is a dog person.

- the prince and Vanessa always went to the beach for summer, and enjoyed their vacation together.

- the prince is a prankster, no one is safe in the manor.

- the kitchen isn't safe, the queen can't stop baking cookies!

- the prince does not talk all fancy inside the manor, he talks to maids and butlers like you're his bestie. Like with hat kid! It's when he's in public is that he puts the fancy role.

- there's this one particular butler who has been taking care of Vanessa since she was a child.

- the prince also has a butler who knows him since he was a child, and he of course took him and brought him with him in the manor in subcon.

- the prince kept stealing Vanessa crowns and wear them just because he could, he liked pranking her like that.

- the prince voice did not change when he died, it just got more echoey.

- vanessa can't walk on heels, the prince can.

- whenever Vanessa is angry, she is loud. Unlike normally where she's rather quiet.

The prince instead gets passive aggressive. But also loud.

- unlike his laugh, the prince normal tone is quiet, just like Vanessa's.

- Vanessa used to stress eat. or when she cried she always had food in her room to eat.

Sometimes when the prince would check up on her, he would take some of the food.

- the prince is an insomniac.

- and the prince is also not a morning person.

- Vanessa is a morning person and uses the fact that the prince always wakes up later than her to do her make-up, hair, and dress and be always ready whenever he wakes up.

- one time the prince slept so good that he woke up sweating, drooling and so disoriented he forgot Vanessa was there and got scared.

- Vanessa is a cleaning freak.

- Vanessa and the prince have a room of their own, they just like sleeping together sometimes. (And I mean only sometimes because the prince is always awake until 3am and Vanessa snores.)

- the prince is that type of guy who enjoys a lot fried things, and HAS to put barbeque sauce in it.

Vanessa is a big sweets and candy lover instead.

- in the end, they were really just young adults in charge (from 17-20 in my hc) so it's obvious they weren't the most serious people in the world or were super good at this, but they tried their best.

- the prince is the one who picks up random lizards and gets covered in mud, Vanessa is the one who is scared of lizards.

[rineedagger]

Tales of a Broken Mind

It's long, direct, and miserable. If you're sensitive to somatic symptoms or mental issues in general, just don't read please.

My birthday is on December 15th. I'm twenty-six years old. It's been less than a year since I finished my medication. It's also been less than a year since my last session. I've gone through two major mental crises that forced me to seek help; the first was in 2019 when I was twenty-one, and the second in 2022 when I was twenty-four. Despite this, I don't recall a single moment in my life when my mind knew what it was like to stay silent; always bombarding me with images, dangers, punishments, alerts, sensations.

I have never been a good sleeper, but it wasn’t until I was eleven years old that the little sleep routine and hygiene I had vanished under the thickest, most suffocating sludge. I got into puzzles, though not for long.

I'm tired of always returning to the same point. The beginning of everything. I know it's the main reason that shaped my entire adolescence, my youth, and, consequently, my adult life—or whatever awaits me in terms of my relationships with people; although it has determined much more than that. But still, I won't dig into this part […]

I’ve attended far more schools than the average person: one nursery, one school, then another, then another, and then yet another, and finally, another one. University is the place where I've stayed the longest, nearly nine years. And it has been hell; I've never spent so much time in one place, and I've never had to repeat the same things so many times. The worst part? How alone, abandoned, insignificant, and odd I’ve felt since I turned eighteen. In fact, it’s funny—if you ask me to choose between my adolescence and my youth, I’d choose the first one without hesitation. The damage I suffered's chronic and evident; it changed my life, my perspective, and my mind. But I also lived well, happily, surrounded by people. It didn’t matter if things were this or that—I was still imaginative and eloquent. I had free time, a simple life, a fixed schedule, and not much more.

Now? I feel my brain rotting; my eyes are both bored and tired at the same time. My heart hurts, and I no longer know why. I’ve been a good patient, done my homework, opened up completely, remained transparent.

I survived my adolescence imagining a very different version of myself than the one sitting here, writing these pages. Now I can't imagine another version of me; I can't even see beyond next week […]

It (what I thought it was THE thing) was the first thing I thought about in the morning and the last thing I dwelled on at night. I felt my body hyperactive, accumulating stress, always tense, restless, craving more. My mind too—it was racing, unable to focus, which made it impossible to study. It was as if everything moved both in slow motion and fast forward at the same time, as if life were running at two opposite speeds, and I had lost the ability to regulate time. I felt my heart beating out of sync, or thumping irregularly in my chest, even in my throat. Cold sweat covered my body almost constantly, as if I were always on the verge of a final blow. I was in class, feeling that something was wrong, that I was wrong. My guts couldn’t digest anything; I had frequent stabbing pains, and my weight loss was noticeable. I didn’t care about my hair’s cut or texture, nor when I last washed it or the smell of my body. I just wanted to be, to feel fine. But far from that, the nights were becoming increasingly difficult: I went to bed later and woke up earlier. I needed a screen, then another, then a light, then some headphones…and by the end, my room transformed into a holographic star in full combustion. There wasn’t a single corner where my brain could interpret it was time to sleep, and the truth is, I was afraid of going to sleep. What if something happened to me while I slept? What if I woke up again, agitated, disoriented, not knowing what was happening? Then something super weird but distressing began to happen: thinking while asleep. Lying in bed, not without visual and sound stimuli, closing my eyes, breathing deeply, and focusing on whatever sound I had on. Letting time pass and feeling how, little by little, I was falling asleep, feeling my eyes rest more and more and feeling my body less. Until a moment came when it was just me and my brain; instead of dreaming, I was aware that I was thinking, and it was just me and my thoughts on repeat, without a filter, without limits…until all of them combined would pull me out of the trance, not without feeling the worst hangover of my life.

There were few times when I would wake up slightly and couldn’t move my body or felt “someone” sitting at the bottom of my bed. Although there was one time, when I saw the reflection of a human figure sitting on the desk in my room, and as soon as I could move, I bolted to my brother’s room. Sleep paralysis, it’s called. Also, since I’ve never been one to stay still, I'm sleepwalker too; but it’s true that lately, I’ve woken up looking for a remote that doesn’t exist to change the temperature of my room, serving myself tea, giving economics classes to my cat, and little more.

[…] As the therapist said, I was like an atomic bomb about to explode, trapped under pressure in a metal box. Adulthood didn’t sit well with me, and let’s be honest, it will continue to be hard to digest. And I exploded, catharsis after catharsis; I became aware that my studies weren’t doing me any good, I didn’t like them, I didn’t see myself through them, I didn’t feel I fitted; my environment wasn’t ideal either, I felt out of place, always having to adjust to fit in. I was nobody: neither a good student, nor a good daughter, nor a good partner, friend…suddenly, NOTHING defined me. Everything that sustained me was an external concept, subtle, ephemeral, and quite obsolete but, at the same time, VERY enlightening: I needed to be labeled as “good” to feel deserving of a pleased look, a smile, a hug, a shoulder squeeze, someone’s compassion and time; I needed to feel with absolute certainty, almost as tangible as a table, that I was NOT a burden, that I wasn’t superfluous, that my existence generated a positive emotion. I needed something that could refute, or at least freeze, those sensations and thoughts that had built a reality where my existence was a mistake, a blasphemy; a stupid girl who had done nothing but annoy and wrinkle the noses of others. Just for breathing, for being, for existing. And I could say that, by now, I’m used to it, but…I’d be lying.

My relapse in 2022 was more the result of exhaustion and fatigue from remaining in an environment that didn’t favor me. I was still at university, still studying things I didn’t want to, surrounded by people who didn’t interest me, under the authority of professors I didn’t respect either. With my self-esteem destroyed and frustrated. One thing after another.

This time, although I didn’t go through the same insomnia, the quality of my sleep deteriorated; the rumination consumed my day, my night, and my energy. The mental discomfort was as physical as any illness: my heart felt heavy and roared, my chest hurt and died, my throat was burning, and my body was confused. The rumbling of my thoughts was so strong that they had no voice, but I felt them wandering like a heartbeat, like a notification, or the roar of an engine. I was drowning in the bathtub, in the street, in bed. I felt how my whole body collapsed, suffered. It was difficult to feel like myself and remain myself; I could visualize an oil spill contaminating cold, living, and transparent waters. I wanted to die, or rather, I wanted everything to stop. I knew what it meant. This time, after trying to go the public route and seeing it wasn’t an option, due to insurance issues, I ended up sooner with a psychiatrist. When I go to these places, I tend to be quite practical: I communicate the impediment caused by my distress, the physical discomfort without emphasizing the importance of what's happening in my head. It’s also important to note that, just as you can’t explain yourself at your best when you’re in the middle of a medical crisis, you can’t do it when you’re in a mental one, either. I was diagnosed […]. My therapist, an excellent professional, told me I was textbook, so my therapeutic treatment would be too. And it was, in about a year or so, I was practically fine, they took me off the medication, and I was back on track.

[…] It’s very important to remember those moments of crisis, those sensations, what flared them up; that reality from which I’m not exempt just because I’ve already tasted it. Because I can’t allow myself to sacrifice and return to that state for anyone, not even for myself. I’ve always said it and will continue to say it: maybe the origin of it all isn’t my fault, but it is my responsibility. And in the end, no matter how much love I have and share, I only have myself. That may be sad, unless that's how it feels; but it is the truth.

[emetogirl]

PT anon from a while back comin' at ya with another irl story. Sadly I'm the victim in this one:

I woke up a couple of nights ago in a cold sweat and my heart beating fast. I've been having some scary/weird dreams lately which I've attributed to some family stuff that's been going on. I usually remember my dreams, but I couldn't this time and that made me even more unsettled somehow. So sleep was officially out of the question. I'm a total busy-body so I got out of bed and started stress-cleaning in the middle of the night (I do this often, haha).

I cleaned (dusted, wiped down my kitchen cabinets, unloaded the dishwasher) for ~45 minutes, feeling weird and shaken up from the dream I couldn't remember. It was when I was in the middle of scrubbing my kitchen sink when I got scary dizzy all of a sudden. The room started spinning, I was seeing double, and black dots were dancing in front of my eyes. I thought I was going to pass out so I just sat down on the floor right in front of the sink.

Sitting down helped my vision come back into focus, but while I sat there I started feeling really hot and just... gross. I wasn't positive that I feeling nauseous, but I definitely felt weird. I decided to move into the bathroom just in case I needed to throw up.

I used the kitchen sink to pull myself up, and as I did my stomach started cramping so bad I had to brace myself against the kitchen sink that was still covered in lemony cleaning product. The second the scent from the cleaner hit me, I knew I was going to throw up. My mouth immediately filled with saliva and I didn't even have time to spit it out before vomit was gushing out of me and into my partly cleaned sink.

It was over pretty fast because (this is gross) I threw up so forcefully that I was empty after only 3 or 4 heaves. But it was awful and made me cry lol (I'm a big baby when I'm sick, especially when I'm alone). I was so shaky and weak after it happened but was disgusted that I'd puked in my kitchen sink so I made myself clean it (again) right then. Not fun at all. Let's just say I'm eternally grateful I have a garbage disposal in my sink.

Anyway, I was completely spent afterwards so I rinsed my mouth out that and crawled back into bed. I immediately fell asleep and slept really late into that following morning, but when I woke up I felt completely fine. So I still don't know if it was food poisoning, stress, or just the quickest stomach bug ever.

Also just want to add that I've cleaned that sink like 10 more times since it happened because, ew. 😝🤢😂

So sorry this happen, but WOW, it made for a good story😜

[roguelibrarian]

First sentences game!

tagged by @altschmerzes (thanks bro!!!)

Rules: share the first lines of ten of your most recent fanfics and tag ten people. If you have written less than ten, don’t be shy and share anyway.

I've decided to steal altschmerzes' idea and only use WIPs that I haven't posted because I think that's more fun. Also keep in mind, these are all unpublished WIPs, so almost none of what you're about to see has been edited.

As for tagging...hoo boy, do I even know 10 fic writers anymore who Gav didn't also tag? I'm not sure I do, so if you see this and want to participate, you can go ahead and say I tagged you.

Putting the rest of this under a cut so it doesn't eat up anyone's entire dash.

1. untitled Kept from the Light sequel/finale

Obi-Wan drained the last dregs of caf from his cup before setting it down with a heavy sigh.  Weariness tugging at his eyelids, he poured himself another cup and drained nearly half of it in one gulp.  Sleep hadn’t come back easily after he’d woken in a cold sweat from a dream about Anakin. About the massacre. It was a string of images and memories.  Caleb Dume’s terrified face as he told the Council what he’d seen.  Anakin’s eyes, wild with anger, as he fought to the bitter end against the Jedi tasked with bringing him in.  The twelve bodies laid out, awaiting their funerals.  Six of them impossibly small. Caf wasn’t going to fix this.

2. untitled main fic in my Across the Stars series, also known as the Starkiller Leia AU

Starkiller was bored. In theory, she was above things like boredom.  In theory, she spent every waking moment training, preparing for her next mission. In theory. In practice, she was kriffing bored.

3. Duel of the Dads, my "crack treated seriously" fic in which Kanan and Ezra need to team up with both Maul and Hondo and it's about as stressful as you would expect

Warmth and softness surrounded him on all sides, a cocoon of safety and love.  It felt like…home.  Smelled like it, too, now that he thought about it.  And the soft hum floating to his ears sounded almost like his parents’ voices when they were too far away for him to hear exactly what they were saying. Ezra opened his eyes, blinking in confusion as he took in his surroundings.  He was home.  This was his parents’ house, his childhood bedroom, looking exactly as it had the last morning he woke up here.  Before everything fell apart. Slowly, he stood, his throat tightening as he got a better look at the room.  Deep down, he knew this shouldn’t be possible, but for a moment, he let himself not care.  He’d thought he would never see this place again, and he was going to let himself bask in it as long as he could. No sooner had the thought entered his mind when something shifted.  The air suddenly felt colder, and the drone of his parents’ voices vanished.  There was something wrong; some sticky, clinging feeling that crawled up his spine and burrowed its way into his bones.

4. the untitled deep cover agent AU, also known as extreme gaslighting: amnesia edition

A-wing interceptors had long since become synonymous with the Rebellion.  Each and every one of them may as well have had the Starbird painted on their hulls.  Those who piloted them were feared, admired, avoided, or shot down on sight depending on the planet.  And so, as the small ship dropped out of hyperspace above Coruscant’s atmosphere, Ezra knew it wouldn’t be long before Imperial forces moved to intercept him.

5. untitled Emperor Maul AU fic

(so you know how in my "Maul finds Ezra first" AUs, Maul is raising Ezra with this idea that one day they'll defeat Palpatine? yeah, this is the AU where they actually manage to do that, leading to Maul accidentally-on-purpose ruling the galaxy.)

Ezra’s heart pounded in his throat as the lift descended.  He clung to his lightsaber so tightly that his fingers ached.  Even though his Master stood right beside him, he was alone, as if the rest of the galaxy outside his own head had just dropped away. Control your fear.  The voice in Ezra’s head was somewhere between his own and his master’s.  Ezra gripped his weapon even tighter, letting his anger well up within him and drown out the fear.  He was more than ready for this.  This was the purpose he’d been raised for.  Sidious had tortured his Master, used him, and then thrown him away.  And today, he would finally pay for it.

6. untitled Sith Sabine AU, in which Maul stays in power on Mandalore and Sabine is both Force sensitive and Maul's apprentice

Sabine’s eyes snapped open at the barely audible sound of a vent sliding open.  She stayed still, her muscles relaxed, feigning sleep.  Quiet metallic steps crawled down the wall, the pattern indicating at least six legs. All at once, the clanking of metal against stone stopped.  Still Sabine didn’t move, keeping her breath steady and even as she waited.  Any second now… There was a soft scraping noise and Sabine could sense the droid hurtling through the air toward her.

7. yet another untitled fic that I've been referring to as the Malachor AU

(this one I started writing/planning at the same time as Lost and Found. it's another AU where Maul kidnapped Ezra as a small child, but in this one Ezra and Kanan meet on Malachor)

Ezra had never felt so small in his life.  Here on Malachor, surrounded on all sides by the Force, the Temple towering above him, he was a meaningless speck in thousands of years of history and power. He wasn’t afraid.  Intimidated, maybe, but not afraid.  The knowledge that was hidden within the Temple was his birthright.  And this time, he would finally claim it.

8. another "Order 66 didn't happen" AU, in which Ezra is kidnapped by Maul as a kid, but in this one Maul doesn't kill his parents, and angst ensues

The dream had mostly faded already by the time Ezra figured out how to move.  He drew his knees up to his chest as he huddled in the corner, his stomach doing backflips.  What little he did remember made him feel like hundreds of tiny bugs were crawling across his skin. Shadows surrounding him.  Barely being able to breathe.  Struggling against something that wouldn’t let go. He stiffened, all thoughts of the dream vanishing from his mind, at the sound of footsteps in the corridor.  He shrank back into the corner as the door slid open to reveal his Master.  Ezra lowered his gaze, blinking rapidly.  Even the dim light in the corridor was nearly blinding in the complete darkness of his cell.

9. an upcoming "In the Shadows" fic, in which Kanan and Ezra finally escape the Inquisitors...by getting themselves captured by the Rebellion

He and Kanan were the only ones in the room, so Ezra let himself slouch as he leaned against the wall.  The other Inquisitors expected more decorum from him, but Kanan still let him get away with it.  Not that Ezra had much capacity to care right now.  After spending all day reaching into the minds of stormtroopers and officers, Ezra’s own head was filling with pressure and static.  Something was grating against the inside of his skin, which felt like it had been stuck onto his body all wrong.

10. the next (again, untitled) "In the Blood" fic, in which Ezra stares at that holo of himself and his parents for too long and has a small nervous breakdown

Ezra had been staring at the image so long that his eyes were starting to ache, but he couldn’t tear his gaze away.  In the holo, he and his parents all looked so happy.  So normal.  His father had no idea that the little boy in front of him wasn’t his.  That he was a monster born out of darkness.

also, I know it said 10, but I'm gonna add on an 11th one as a bonus. this is from a fic that I don't know if I'll ever post because I've been considering reworking it as original fiction but I've been kicking this idea around for like, years and I low-key really want to share it

11. untitled modern AU in which Maul is a serial killer and also Ezra's dad via kidnapping, because I am a parody of myself but I'm leaning into it now

“The body found in the Cowen Forest Preserve has now been identified as nineteen-year-old Hannah Walsh.  Police are attributing this death to the serial killer known as the Mauler, making this the killer’s twenty-seventh known victim.  The public is advised to –” Ezra slammed the button to shut off the radio.  Up until now, it had been doing its job as background noise, keeping him from getting distracted by his own thoughts.  But the news about the body found a few days ago had driven him right back to the things he wanted to avoid.

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#5

"Spring Break '86" *Chapter 5*

Chapter 4

Chapter 6

So, GOOD NEWS:

This chapter is 22 pages long. [on a Google doc.]

BAD news: It's this long because I really don't think you'll get a new one until Monday. [Well I guess it's technically Sunday now, but-- you get my point.]

ALSO--

So I'm gonna need you to suspend your belief a TAD more for this chapter. The events in this story aren't quite syncing up to events in the show, so-- we're just using the season as GUIDELINES, more than actual rules, yeah? [Where my POTC people at!]

Also, in the show Rick's house isn't high up, but for the purposes of the story it's very high up above the water, mmk?

Oh um, also-- Vecna can possess people. YEAH. Because I said so.

I think that's all the changes. If you see any other weird different things, IT'S JUST A FANFIC OKAY. CALM DOWN.

Also I really, really love this chapter. I know I say that about all the new chapters but really, I do love this one. <3

Doin my best on the tag list guys, I think I'm gonna put it at the end of the chapter though. It's getting pretty long. Thats what she said.

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"No….No….No Eddie I'm sorry…" 

You were whimpering in your sleep as you tossed and turned. Eddie had fallen asleep next to you after his shower. He took a risk sleeping in some clean boxers, thinking you'd rather sleep next to a clean body than his old rank outfit.

You were snuggled against him, so when you started your thrashing it immediately woke him up.

"Y/N?" He groggily turned over, not taking in all of your distress. After two seconds however, he realized what was happening and began shaking you. 

"Y/N!!! WAKE UP!!!!!" 

His frantic screaming and jostling instantly woke you from your nightmare. You looked up into his terrified brown eyes, realizing you were covered in sweat from the stress. 

"Eddie," you breathed, thankful he was present day him, and not the sad senior you had just seen him as. 

"It's okay," he tried to soothe you, running his hands down your shoulders. "It's okay, I'm here…"

".... So are we," 

The new voice made the both of you leap from each other, Eddie fell to the bed clumsily. You would've helped him but your full attention was taken by the sight of your Steve, Robin, and your baby brother staring at you.

"JESUS CHRIST Y/N," Dustin screamed when he realized how scantily clad you were, throwing his hands on his face. 

"Shit," you quickly remembered that your attire was most definitely not appropriate for little brother viewing. 

You grabbed the comforter and pulled it up to your chest, only now noticing Eddie was less dressed than you were. 

"Oh my GOD!" You yelled in a panic. "Eddie, why are you naked?!” 

 You turned to the others: “didn't know he was naked, I swear,"

"I'm not naked, for fucks sake," Eddie grumbled as he picked himself up off the floor. 

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406 notes - Posted June 12, 2022

#4

"Spring Break '86" *Chapter 4*

Chapter 3

Chapter 5

Whoof!

Okay first of all, I noticed that not a lot any writers put little "notes" at the beginning of their chapters, they just...post them.

But I don't know, I kinda like letting you guys know what exactly is going on with me, so you kinda know what to expect going forward, ya know?

Is it annoying? I guess if it's annoying to you, you can just skip all of this and just read the damn thing, but-- yeah, I thought I'd share.

SO--

I bought a new laptop, but it won't be here until Monday. [Boo!]

So, what I have done literally ALL day, is write on my phone. Yes. On my phone. And then there was a point where i thought I didn't save it on the Google drive, and it didn't transfer, so I freaked out, but it's fine now.

And I kept writing and writing because I'm probably not going to be able to write for the next two days. Not just because of no laptop, I also work nights and the next two days are doozies.

I wanted to at least get enough for two chapters, but I think a well-rounded meaty one chapter is good. And I still have some left over to hopefully finish when I get home tomorrow night. If I'm not exhausted. And my sister will let me use her laptop to post like I'm doing now. [thank you sissy!]

ANYWAY, once again I continue to remind you that I've literally never had something like this take off as fast and as much as this has, so I'm doing my best at the tag list! Please continue to be patient with me and remind me if I have forgotten you.

Tag list:

@neenieweenie 

@loliakeoghan23

@rexorangecouny

@sugabops

@llanababy

@broccolisoepj

@Fangirling-4-ever

@nostandards94

@adrienette715

@uglynuggy45

@nightless

@bilbobag9ins

@hellfire-club

@buckys2thicc

@iluminsz

@10blurredsmoke10

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478 notes - Posted June 11, 2022

#3

"Spring Break '86" *Chapter 2*

Part 1

Part 3

WOWOWOWOWOWOWOWWWW!

Cannot believe the traction this story got in less than 24 hours! I love it!

I THINK I got everyone on this tag list who asked to be on it. I think. I tried my best. If you asked me and you don't see your name or didn't get notified, please let me know.

I should clarify [if it wasn't obvious before] that this story is going to have major Stranger Things 4 spoilers. If you haven't watched it yet, I don't know what you're doing with your life.

I'm going to have to re-watch ST4 as I write, maybe. Just to keep an accurate timeline. At this point, Chrissy's dead and Eddie made a run for it, and we don't pick back up with him until the next night in the show, correct? So, this chapter falls in-between that time.

I'm going to keep this updated as much as possible, but as of late my writing time has been somewhat limited. I DID find a cord for my laptop though, so I have means!

Again, thank you all for reading and sharing this! You all are awesome!!!

Tag List:

@neenieweenie

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You drove and drove for what seemed like hours, trying to figure out where you could possibly go. You definitely didn’t want to take him back to your house, that was for damn sure. Finally, you ended up in a field of corn, of all places.

This was so horror movie-esque it was not funny. 

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588 notes - Posted June 9, 2022

#2

"Spring Break '86" *Chapter 3*

Chapter 2

Chapter 4

Oh KAY, hi GUYS!

Don't know if anyone saw my earlier post but BASICALLY:

I've been writing for like, 10 hours now right and my laptop DIES. Flat out CANNOT TURN ON.

Somehow I got it to 50% and am posting this before it dies again.

So, I tried adding as many people to the tag list that I saw. If I missed people, please let me know and I will add you next time!

ALSO--

I've decided that while this fic will follow the basic storyline of ST4, but seeing as we've got a brand new OC, stuff is gonna happen differently. I'm not gonna try and sit here and make it match word by word, kay?

.... Except for the end of the chapter that's exactly what I did.

Whatever. Just...suspension of disbelief, right?

I wrote SO SO SO SO much more than this, but like I said in my other post I think I got way too deep WAY too fast, because I was flat out sobbing. So, you're gonna have to wait on it. I promise you it's so super good ohmygod.

ANYWAY, I hope this suffices for now. I don't know what the fuck I'm gonna do if I can't get this thing to turn back on, so...enjoy it now.

PS- If it wasn't clear, I didn't exactly clearly proof-read this, but I did my best. Once I get a working computer, I'll fix editing stuff.

Tag list

@neenieweenie 

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615 notes - Posted June 10, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

"Spring Break '86" {Eddie Munson/Reader}

Part 2 is here!

Yeah, I did it. I started a series about Eddie Munson.

This one should go really well because I actually have an outline/timeline to go by. [Stranger Things Season 4, Part 1. Maybe going into Part 2?]

Basically, you are Dustin Henderson's older sister, with a secret "history" with Eddie Munson. And that history is slowly being uncovered when you come home from college for spring break, and find that Eddie is best buds with your little brother.

You get caught into the events of S4, and the truth becomes more and more clear.

I have a full, thought-out plot and story with this, regardless of how S4 ends. Meaning if Eddie dies. But Eddie will NOT DIE. NO. HE WON'T. I LOVE HIM AND WON'T LET IT HAPPEN.

I have a tag list, but it's for Rafael Barba fans so I will not include them here. If you would like to be added to a tag list for this story, please let me know!

I hope you guys like it!

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“Ughh where are you, you little worm…” 

You grumbled under your breath as you stomped out of the still cheering gymnasium of Hawkins Highschool. You had just driven back home to Hawkins Indiana from Chicago, and you weren’t in the best mood. 

It was the Spring Break of your freshman year at college, and rather than head to the coast with your new college gal pals, you had stupidly opted to come back home for the week instead. Truth be told you weren’t exactly the “beach babe” type, and you would never admit it but you missed your mom, Mews, and your little brother Dustin. 

However, at this exact moment you were in fact not missing him in the least. Here you had driven all night to surprise him at his best friend’s basketball game, and he wasn’t there. How could he not be there? This was the very first time in any history you knew that Hawkins had made it to a tournament, and you knew for a fact that one of Dustin’s best friends Lucas Sinclair was on the team. How could Dustin and his little “party” not be there cheering him on?

Before you reached your car in the parking lot, you heard cheering come from inside the school. Which was odd, because you were pretty sure anybody who was supposed to be there was in the gymnasium. Then a thought occurred to you:

Your brother wasn’t exactly the “normal” high schooler, like his friend Lucas. No star athlete, not really Mr. Popular. He liked really weird things like sci-fi and nerd stuff, Star Wars, shit like that. But the one thing he loved above it all was his stupid Dungeons and Dragons group he had, which included his only friends. Obviously.

If you were being absolutely honest with yourself, the whole “Satanic Panic” about D&D had started running rampant through your school newspapers, and you’d never admit it but it actually started to freak you out. As far as you knew, those games were harmless. Stupid, but harmless. 

But whether or not it was true, you knew your small town was easily poisoned. Some whiff of any kind of controversy, a threat, a rumor, could roll into that town and the people would be burning people at the stake by the end of the day. You couldn’t let them try to “save” your brother from the “devil’s game’.

All of these thoughts ran through your head long enough to stall you from walking into the school before a group of teens came bursting out in cheers and joyous chants. Among them was your little brother, who stopped dead when he saw you standing there in the parking lot. 

“....Y/N? What are you doing here?” Dustin asked warily, totally confused on why you would be in his High School parking lot at 10 o'clock at night. 

“Jesus Dusty,” You let out a soft laugh of disbelief. “I drove all the way down here to surprise you and all–” 

You were just starting to chastise your brother when the last person you ever expected to see came strolling out of the dark school halls. 

Eddie Munson.

Your nose scrunched as you watched him saunter over to your brother giving him and the others high fives. He quickly stopped and changed his demeanor once he saw you standing behind the group. 

“Henderson, you didn’t tell me your mom was such a babe,” Eddie eyed you up and down devilishly. 

“Shut up,” You narrowed your eyes on the long-haired man.

“Dude that’s my sister, not my–” Dustin started to explain to Eddie who you were.

“He knows who I am, Dust,” you cut him off, still glaring at Eddie. 

“What?” Dustin blinked in confusion. “Why? How is that–”

“Didn’t expect to see you hare, princess,” Eddie smirked back at your daggered eyes, while Dustin and his friends looked between the two of you in shock. 

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[hyperbolicgrinch]

I'M BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK YOU CAN SPRAY ME WITH THE GARDEN HOSE BUT I SHAN'T BE STOPPED IM GOING TO BARK AND BARK AND BARK AND BARK AND BA—

(once again I have to do a reblog because I couldn't contain myself to the replies word count 😌)

“No,” he growled and he didn’t have to look to know his metal arm was there.

I AM LOSING MY SHIT!!!!!!! THIS IS ABOUT TO MAKE ME GO DERANGED!!!!!!! I'M SCREAMING LIKE ARE YOU ABOUT TO DO WHAT I THINK YOU'RE ABOUT TO— OMG YOU ARE YOU ARE YOU LEGEND!!!!

“No!” A shout this time and he ran forward, past her ghost, and he knew how to call metal to him, how to command it so it would obey.

I'M NOT JOKING IM SCREAMING!!!!!! THIS IS STUNNING!!!! I'm holding my head in my hands!!! These lines are incredible and this build up is extraordinary!!! I love it so much holy shit

He built high walls around them, covered the walls with spikes, and dug his metal fingers into his chest until he bled, grabbed the bones and pulled.

I'm gagging!!! I'm on the floor and I am gagging!!! This blew my head off!!!!!! It's so panicked and terrifying and hectic and I am gonna cry!!? omg!!! you did an amazing job with this, like I cannot stress that enough!!!!!!!

Law would be safe if he got there, he knew.

👁️👁️ I put my hand over my mouth. I'm not playing. I sat there like 🙊

Kidd would tuck him inside himself, right where he belonged,

T h i s fucked me up. Exquisite. I am shookth. I.... Am screaming internally. I.... Am speechless. I am in love. Incredible incredible incredible.

and he ran, and ran, and ran, and—

—woke, sweating, panting, shaking, his chest aching from where he’d clawed himself, blood welling in the shape of his nails.

Hngggg. I love THISSSSSS!!!!! Gives off the vibe you're after so so so so well!!!!!!!! And sweet lord above!!!! 'where he'd clawed himself' 😳😳😳 'blood welling in the shape of his nails' 😵 cool so I'll always forever be thinking about this. cool. Cool. Cool. Poetic cinema. I'm crumbling apart. Sublime.

He sat there for a moment, trying to calm his breathing and found he couldn’t. He struggled out of his sweat-soaked blankets and stood on unsteady legs, going to the bathroom. He sponged himself off. He cupped his shaking hands under the faucet and drank.

Holding him in a vice like grip even as he bites and bites me. Omg these nightmares are fuckin' him up. Nooo, blorboi. 😭 (Glad to know Kidd getting nightmares is absolutely hivemind. 🤜🤛) I'm still honesty going insane about them though. I was. not. ready. Using like canon as nightmare fuel isn't new obviously but I just did not think of it and also the way you did it was so punchy and well done. Divine!

He went to Killer’s room, crawling into bed beside him, pushing his way under his best friend’s arm, warm skin on warm skin, pulling his long blonde hair over himself like a blanket.

I'M ASCENDING!!!! I'M THE MOST POWERFUL BEING IN THE WORLD!!!!!!!!! I'M UNTO A GOD!!!!!!!! THAT'S 👏👏👏 IT 👏👏👏👏 THAT'S 👏👏 THEM 👏👏👏 THEY'RE FOOKIN LIFE PARTNERS THEY'RE SOULMATES THEY'RE LIVING IN EACH OTHER'S SKIN 👏👏😭😭😭👏👏😭😭 WOW DREAMS REALLY DO COME TRUE!!! Kidd using Killer's hair as like a safety blanket too............. I'm stumbling. I'm wavering on the spot. I'm crying. YOU'RE SO CORRECT, THANK YOU

“Mm. Kidd?” Killer’s voice was thick with sleep.

“Yeah,” he whispered into the dark. “’S me.”

“’S wrong?”

oh no this lil interaction is so perfect. You're holding the atmosphere really well and you're dialogue is splendid 👌👌👌

“Nothing.” He chewed his thumb nail. “Nightmare.”

I'm crazy about this. It's absolutely perfect. Yessss. The brush off denial and then giving an actual one word answer. Oh, he is Kidding so hard!!!!! The chewing on his thumb nail too? Immaculate. Adds such a good detail and I'm messed up about it!!! Aghhhh!!!!

“The one about…?”

“Yeah.” Killer’s arm tensed, relaxed. A hug.

“What’d she say this time?”

no nonono no nono nah no like I'm so unwell about thisssss. I'm sobbing!!!!!!!!!! They don't even need to finish sentences. They on the same page and it's happened so much that Killer just knows!!! They've talked about it!!! They share things!!! It's crushing my soul that Kidd gets recurring nightmares omgggg. THE HUG THO!!!! THE WAY YOU WROTE IT!!! THE FEW WORDS BUT THE POWER OF IT!!!!! PERFECT!!!! (also if the she is Victoria......I am absolutely fookin going to lose my entire mind but I could just be completely insane I could be mad I'm wandering off on my own with painful assumptions oh no argh but either way, I am quakingggggggg, I am in the throes of your writing OMGGGGGGG)

“Same old same old. That we let her die.” His voice wavered as he said it and Killer pulled the blanket up higher, rolled over to put both arms around him, arranging his hair over him again.

Nyyooooooooo!!!! Skrungly trash man, don't cry!!!!!! Oh nooooooo!!!!!!! I was not prepared!!!!!! The voice waver!!!!!!!! Help! Help! Guards, help me!!!!! KILLER PULLING THE BLANKET UP!!!!!! tell everyone I love that I love them because I'm gone and shattered into a million pieces............... KILLER ROLLING OVER TO GIVE KIDD A PROPER HUG AND HOLDING HIM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I'M ROTATING AROUND THE SUN I AM SHOOTING FOR THE MOON I AM COLLIDING WITH THE STARS I AM RICOCHETING OFF THEM AND PLUMMETING INTO THE BEAUTIFUL VOID!!! mwah mwah mwah perfect 😭😭😭 and KILLER PUTTING HIS HAIR /BACK/ OVER KIDD!!!!! OH SAY YOU LOVE SOMEONE WITHOUT SAYING IT OH SAY YOU KNOW SOMEONE WITHOUT SAYING IT OH SAY YOU CARE FOR SOMEONE WITH EVERYTHING YOU HAVE WITHOUT SAYING IT!!!!! I'M CRYYYIINGGG!!! He understands and loves Kidd so much shut up shut up everybody shut up 😭😭😭💕💕😭💕💕😭💕💕💕😭💕💕😭💕😭💕💕💕😭

“She didn’t mean it. We’ll go to her grave tomorrow, give her some flowers and a drink and she’ll calm down. You’ll see.”

HELLO??????!!!?!!? perfection incarnate. I'm obsessed with these lines. I'm obsessed with this concept. I'm obsessed with this ritual. I'm obsessed with how you've done THISSSSSS I'm obsessed I'm obsessed did I say I was obsessed!!?!?! I'm going to cry fr fr,,,, it's implies so much and is so big and so full of history and mending and tearing and I am going to scream I am going to SCREAM!!! I am living here for the foreseeable future. I shan't move on. AND LIKE KILLERRRR!! 😭😭✊💕💕 THAT'S MY MAN THAT'S MY BLORBO THAT'S MY LITTLE GUY YOU ARE DOING HIM SO MUCH JUSTICE YOU ARE DOING THEM AND THEIR BOND BRILLIANTLY AND PERFECTLY I AM GOING TO HURL (BUT IN A GOOD WAY) HOLY SHIT I NEED A LIE DOWN 👁️👁️👏👏👏💯💯🔥🙏🙏🙏 'she didn't mean it' is staying with me forever. Oof.

#kidd waking up from a nightmare seeking out his best friend for comfort no big deal

they are a bonded pair. Do not seperate. I'm so emotional about this. You GET IT YOU GET IT you just continue to GET IT AND I ADORE YOUR MIND

#d&h is currently 145 pages long and i get to write phönix aus der asche soon i am SO EXCITED to finally write that scene

phönix aus der asche has me in a chokehold and I don't even know her. Ooooo it's gonna messs me up, I can't waitttt (BUT HUHUHUU FIC HAS GROWWNNN AGAIN I'M SO HYPED FOR YOU!!!)

#but first gotta get through bitch you live like this 2

The fact that we don't have one bitch you live like this but TWO!!!!!! IF WE'RE WRONG WHY DO WE KEEP WINNING!!!!!! I'M SKIPPING WITH JOY AND ANTICIPATION!! GOOD LUCK GOOD LUCK YOU'RE GONNA SMASH IT (no pressure) 👏👏

✨ weekend wip exposure club ✨

rules: post 7 sentences or a snippet of an unfinished work

awwww thank you for the tag @hyperbolicgrinch :) :) :) :) It's Monday but we'll just pretend it's still the weekend shhhhhhh. That said, could I interest you in some soft sad snuggles?

“No,” he growled and he didn’t have to look to know his metal arm was there. “No!” A shout this time and he ran forward, past her ghost, and he knew how to call metal to him, how to command it so it would obey. He built high walls around them, covered the walls with spikes, and dug his metal fingers into his chest until he bled, grabbed the bones and pulled. Law would be safe if he got there, he knew. Kidd would tuck him inside himself, right where he belonged, and he ran, and ran, and ran, and— —woke, sweating, panting, shaking, his chest aching from where he’d clawed himself, blood welling in the shape of his nails. He sat there for a moment, trying to calm his breathing and found he couldn’t. He struggled out of his sweat-soaked blankets and stood on unsteady legs, going to the bathroom. He sponged himself off. He cupped his shaking hands under the faucet and drank. He went to Killer’s room, crawling into bed beside him, pushing his way under his best friend’s arm, warm skin on warm skin, pulling his long blonde hair over himself like a blanket. “Mm. Kidd?” Killer’s voice was thick with sleep. “Yeah,” he whispered into the dark. “’S me.” “’S wrong?” “Nothing.” He chewed his thumb nail. “Nightmare.” “The one about…?” “Yeah.” Killer’s arm tensed, relaxed. A hug. “What’d she say this time?” “Same old same old. That we let her die.” His voice wavered as he said it and Killer pulled the blanket up higher, rolled over to put both arms around him, arranging his hair over him again. “She didn’t mean it. We’ll go to her grave tomorrow, give her some flowers and a drink and she’ll calm down. You’ll see.”

tagging @wisdomofthegecko and @shitbewild if y'all got anything y'all want to share :D

[matsmurdock]

obligatory sick fic

Hi again, today I come to you with a sick fic!

You can also find this fic on my ao3 <3 Enjoy!

Words: 1051

Pairing: Matt Murdock x Female reader

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The first thing you felt when you woke up was how gross and clammy you felt. It was apparently early morning, your alarm hadn’t even rung yet, so you were annoyed by that too. You moaned when you tried to turn around to face Matt but realized your entire body ached, the sheet was sticking to you body and you felt cold because of the dry sweat. You saw Matt starting to wake up but couldn’t keep your eyes open because of how tired you were.

“Good morning” Matt said, leaning in to kiss your forehead, that made you moan again because it felt like your body would break just from the featherlight kiss. “God, you’re burning up sweetheart” Matt whispered.

“No, I’m cold” you mumbled in the cover.

“I think you might be running a fever, you’re very sticky” Matt said brushing your hair out of your face. “I’m going to get you some water and Tylenol.” You mumbled a thank you as he got up and left to go fetch you a glass of water in the kitchen.

You felt as though your brain was trying to escape through the front of your face with how much it was aching. You reached for your phone to look at the time and groaned when you saw that it was nearly time for you to get up and start working, you tried sitting up in bed, but felt what little energy you had drain out of you. You heard Matt coming back from the kitchen, and went to get up from the side of the bed when you heard him exclaim his disagreement.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he asked coming towards you, “You shouldn’t be moving right now.” He laid the glass of water of the side table and pushed you back down on the bed. Everything started spinning, so you welcomed the comfort of the bed under you.

“I have work soon.”

“I’ll send them an e-mail or something, you’re not getting up until your fever’s down”, he said, reaching for the glass and helping you take your Tylenol pill.

“I’ll be fine, this is going to help thank you.” He shook his head. “I’ll take a vitamin tablet too and I’ll be alright in no time I think I’m just tired but I’ll be fine Matty.”

“Either you’re staying in bed or I’m calling Claire”, he threatened.

“I haven’t seen her in a long time, maybe we’ll drink coffee together and make you look like a clown because I’m just having a slow morning.”

“I think you caught Peter’s flu, and you saw how sick he was” Matt said, rubbing his finger up and down your arm. “I don’t want you to be that sick if we can avoid it.”

“It won’t be that bad” you tried, but knew it wouldn’t work. “Maybe I can just work from the bed.”

“You’re not going to work at all, you need to sleep this off.” Matt said. “I’m going to call Foggy and tell him I’ll be working on my cases from home.”

“You don’t have to stay home for me, I can manage.”

“I don’t trust you to take care of yourself, actually.” And ouch, that kind of hurt but you knew he wasn’t wrong. “Y/n, please let me take care of you today. If you feel better tomorrow, then we’ll see about work.”

You thought about it and how anxious it made you to miss work. You had never missed work; you even went to work on a sprained ankle one day to spare yourself the stress and trouble it would entail. Part of the reason why you never missed work was because you knew your boss was a hardass when it came to sick days. But to be fair, it was probably irresponsible to work when you were this sick. The room wouldn’t stop spinning, so you didn’t even know how you’d manage to write emails all day long. You could try for a half day, but you knew Matt would sooner call your boss and let them know how he felt about this than let you do it. You sighed. “Okay, yeah, let me just send an email.”

“I can do it for you.”

“Matt, please.”

“I’ll get you your laptop but then you’re going back to sleep.”

He went back to the living room to get your laptop from the little desk area you’d arranged for yourself after Matt once again forced you to, because you didn’t want him to think you were taking over his own space. He’d shut that shit down so fast you didn’t even have time to blink before he moved some of his stuff over to make room for yours. He got you your laptop, you sent an apologetic email to you HR telling them you had the flu and would be up and at it again tomorrow, but until then you were on forced bed rest. You were so tired that you couldn’t find it in yourself to feel bad about it for now, only thinking about the nap you were going to take as soon as you were done with this. You closed your laptop again and put it on your side table. You put your head back on your pillow and wrapped yourself in the duvet cover. Matt kissed your forehead before going to fill up your glass again. A whine escaped your lips without your consent when he made to leave, he stopped in his tracks.

“Do you need something, what’s wrong?” he asked, a frown between his eyebrows.

“Can you stay with me for now?” you asked, feeling shy suddenly. This was humiliating. You hated being sick because it made you feel and act like a helpless child. “I’m cold and I’m sleepy” you continued, feeling small and keeping your eyes closed to not face Matt’s judging face.

“Oh sweetheart,” you heard him say, and you opened your eyes again. He was coming to sit next to you, his hand coming to brush your hair. “Of course I’ll stay with you.” You thanked you and took his hand to hold it. You turned a little to face him, still holding his hand and before you knew it you were drifting of to sleep.

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a habit not to make. mattheo riddle x gryffindor!reader

summary 🐅: in which you spend the night in mattheo’s bed , sending straight for an interesting morning

warning/s 🔪: swearing, nsfw themes

slater’s note ☕️: this brings back my marcus lopez obsession. i also don’t know much about mattheo.. so if i portray him wrong lmk

you were cursed by the revolting hell of a teenage boy, the spawn and prodigy of tom riddle himself. someone you would have never expected to even associate yourself with until it seemed to be utterly impossible with his taunting.

you were ashamed and frightened, but you wouldn’t lie, you some how still enjoyed every time his tan finger tips ran along your skin teasingly in public, enjoying the tint of red that filled your cheeks as you tried your best to avoid his sneer and knowing eyes.

he loved it. he ate you up like a piece of meat with the unfamiliarity you held to male affection... or just general affection at all.

nights like the one before you always seemed to end, as well as begin, the same way every time. late and shamelessly with his greedy hands upon you like predator on prey, desperate and heart filled with so many bad intentions.

clothes were scattered, bare bodies were pressed against one another, breathless and stressed sounds with fingers slipped and pressed against tongue.

moans, groans, and pleasured filled noises that made the both of you openly melt into one another. he loved it, adored you even when you were under him, obeying, practically on your knees for him, with the same red cheeks.

same nights, always ended and begun with the same mornings.

only this time, it was different and it was not routine like mattheo so solemnly lived by with heart.

he lied on his back, sweat beading on his forehead and gliding down his chest, watching you slide on your black lacy thong before catching your arm, pulling you close back to his bed. you stared at him blankly before your face softening, lifting an eyebrow while his hand now pulled at your hip bone, wanting you closer.

“stay,” his voice was rasped over like dew, his eyes full and pure, something you had never saw of him, almost sending you into shock.

“stay?”

“yes,” his body stayed motionless all except for his left arm rubbing the bare cold skin of your side, almost silently convincing you despite him already knowing you’d agree.

and you did, laying your body against his under his white sheets. mattheo’s hand soothed against your back, manipulating you to sleep as your head was pressed against his chest, thinking of him, analyzing him in your head like you did often.

it wasn’t long before you slept.

°•

it made sense now.

although not right away.

you woke suddenly to the light noise of ruffling clothing. your eyes blinked and blinked till they cleared to see mattheo slip on his slytherin patterned robe, his eyes then meeting yours.

you groaned rubbing your eyes, “what time is it?”

“your first class is soon,” he mumbled, shifting on his feet causing to break eye contact from you, “you missed breakfast.”

you got up fast, now fully processing the bright sun peering through mattheo’s curtains and unmistakable silence of the boy’s dormitory outside of his room, unusual, unless of course it was indeed late and time for your first class.

you begun to pull on your bralette fast, looking around the room fast as if looking for something to cover yourself. mattheo turned, a sly smile on his face as he held out one of his many white collared button downs.

you frowned, settling down before him, your shoulders relaxing once you sighed. and his smirk increased, swinging the shirt around your shoulders so you would place your hands through the sleeves, which you did with a flat, unimpressed expression.

“you’re an asshole.”

“really,” he chuckled a little, beginning to button up the shirt that barely fit your body, “i thought i was being nice letting you sleep in.”

you clenched your jaw, looking up to him and his brown eyes where he was already looking to you while his fingers slipped and looped with the small buttons, his knuckles briefly cladding against your stomach every once and awhile. you swallowed slightly, almost nervous for no entire reason other than feeling entirely vulnerable right then.

“you’ll be cute in green anyways,” he nodded, turning away from your now fully buttoned up shirt, “unless you want to wear the dress on my floor.”

he motioned then to the thin, frail dress that wasn’t even really a dress but rather lingerie that barely went halfway down your thighs. it made your eyes squeeze tight in cringe, adding on more to the embarrassment like a tower.

“shut up,” you took the tie he held out to you, wrapping around your neck before he took over, wrapping and tying it into a perfect knot, mirroring his own. it made grimace at the thought of wearing green, more specifically a slytherin color, it was going against silent rules of gryffindor.

“you’re nasty this morning,” his lips twitched into a smirk once more before handing you a sweater and then a skirt he conveniently had in his closet, making you frown wondering if it was your own or another girls. 

you didn’t answer and after awhile he finally nodded to you, walking out his private bedroom door, leaving you to the quiet. you let it soak you up, allowing the reality of the situation eat you whole. you didn’t even have your books.

°•

you were even more late than planned. eyes on you, making you clench your jaw as your hands laid hopelessly at your side, starring back with devastated eyes. you did not feel like you were living up to your house name.

“miss y/l/n,” snape hadn’t been facing you, his eyes focused on writing upon the chalk board while the rest of his students were busy staring for him, also devastated. “nice of you to join us.”

“always,” you mumbled, your eyes suddenly reaching mattheo’s, a classic, stupid smirk on his face. you rolled your eyes, deciding then it would be best to take a seat.

snape had then turned, his eyes almost immediately landing on you, and he can’t help but smirk himself, the corners of his lips twitching, “very nice attire,” he nodded, causing light giggles to circulate throughout the classroom, “ten points to gryffindor, but let’s not make this a habit, alright?”

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A Court of Pain and Pleasure (Ch. 6)

Summary: Evelyn prepares for the trip to Prythian... dreading some of the things she has to do before then

Word Count: 2.3k (sorry this one is so short but it’s just to set up for Ch. 7 👀)

Warnings: Chronic disability/pain, slight cussing, another cliffhanger but hey that’s how it goes

Notes: okay we are catching up to all that i have written but i literally cannot wait to post this soooo guess i’ll just have to write more! please enjoy and let me know what y’all think!

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I spent the next day giddily packing my bags. I had refused any help from the servants, too full of nervous energy to allow anyone to do anything for me. I paced from my dresser to my bag and to my dresser again as I debated what to pack. Would it be cold? Or would they have magic preventing anyone from feeling it? I decided to just pack of variety of clothes, thinking I could go shopping with Feyre once I finally got there. 

The piece of paper Rhys had given me sat on my nightstand, waiting for me to use it to go to the place of my dreams. I glanced at it every once in a while as I packed, using it to confirm that this was, indeed, real. I had planned to take today to pack and tomorrow to… let Cyril know I was leaving. I hadn’t quite decided what I was going to tell him about where I was going. Maybe I could reuse Feyre’s excuse of a sick aunt, I snickered to myself. Cyril, unfortunately, would demand to go with me and spend excessive amounts of items to help me be comfortable while I aided said aunt.

I told myself to pack at least half of what I wanted to bring, unsure if I would need to travel lightly or not. So that’s how the day passed, packing and puttering around the house. The day came and went, much quicker than I would have liked. I fell into a fitful sleep, plagued by nightmares of the war that could destroy the things and people I love most. The worst dreams were the ones where something terrible befell Cyril as a result of my choice to leave him.

When I woke, I was covered with sweat and exhausted from a night of not-quite sleep. The sun was just barely rising over the horizon and the birds were likely just waking to spread their wings and start their songs. I took a moment to soak it in, the mortal world, a place that was so simple yet so beautiful in its own way. The people here cared more about parties and who rewear a dress, how much they could sell a pelt for, and who had the higher-ranking family name than anything happening beyond the Wall. I wondered what the faeries were plagued with, what their day-to-day worries were.

I stretched my sore limbs and climbed out of bed. Today, I had to confront Cyril. We had scheduled a lunch, under the guise of discussing our wedding, and I was not looking forward to breaking his heart. This, though, I had to do for myself. 

The night that Nesta had asked me about marriage, I had told her I was waiting to live my life first and experience something meaningful. When I had thought it obvious that wasn’t going to happen, I allowed myself to be swept away by Cyril and the normalcy he brought. And now here was my chance to get a taste of that life I was talking about.

Noon came around and I paced the living room, much to Elain’s annoyance. She had brought a gardening book to read in front of our bay window, hoping to master a new kind of plant or flower or produce - I wasn’t sure which.

“Will you quit your pacing? Your stress is beginning to wear off on me,” she asked politely.

“Forgive me for being stressed about breaking a good man’s heart,” I simply replied.

“If you’re that worried about it, then don’t do it,” I shot her an incredulous look, “I’m serious, Eve. Cyril is a good man who would take care of you. You deserve someone as kindhearted as him, someone who loves you as much as he does.” “I also deserve a chance to live my life.” She gave me a sympathetic look but before she could respond, a knock sounded on the door.

I took a deep breath. Here we go.

I swung open the door and greeted Cyril with a pained smile, though he didn’t seem to notice. He greeted Elain where she perched on the windowsill then offered me his arm.

We began our usual trek to town for lunch but I stopped him a little ways from my family’s manor.

I cleared my throat, “We have something to discuss.”

“Yes, darling,” he smiled, “The wedding, which would be more easily spoken about over a hot lunch.”

“Yes, the wedding, but not in the way you think.” He stopped in his tracks.

I noticed his confusion and hesitated to go on. For Prythian. For myself. I gathered the courage before meeting his gaze and stating, “I’m… leaving, Cyril.”

“What?”

“I have to… go.” “Go where?”

I frowned. “I can’t tell you.”

He ran a hand through his blonde hair, mussing it up. “You have to go but you can’t tell me where… is there another man?”

I looked at him incredulously, “Absolutely not! I just… I have some soul searching to do. I want to have new experiences and be free to grow on my own without worrying about what it will do to someone else. I want to make mistakes and learn from them. I want to learn about people who are different from me. I just want to… see something new and exciting and different.”

“So go, then come back, and we’ll get married.” “I can’t marry you, Cyril. I’m not planning on coming back.”

“Evelyn, you can’t be serious.” But I gave him a look that said I most definitely was. “Eve, we just got engaged. We have a wedding to plan - a future to plan. Where is this coming from all of a sudden? Is Nesta sending you away or something?”

I bristled at the insinuation that my sister had something to do with this. “My sister is not involved in the decisions I make.  And it’s not out of nowhere - it’s what I’ve always dreamed of doing. Maybe if you took your head out of your own ass, you’d be able to understand what it’s like to dream of something… more.”

He gaped at me. I could tell he was upset and confused, but he wasn’t even trying to understand how important this was to me. I had known this wouldn’t be easy but I was hoping he would at least try to see that this is what I truly wanted. 

When he didn’t respond, I figured I should end the conversation there. There wasn’t much more to say, anyways. I was leaving and that was that.

I grabbed his hand and opened it so his palm faced the sky. I gently slid the ring off my finger and placed it in his palm before closing his hand and placing a light kiss on his knuckles. “Goodbye, Cyril. May you find endless happiness.” And with that, I turned and began walking back to the manor.

“And you won’t even do me the basic courtesy to tell me where you’re going?” He yelled after me.

I stopped in my tracks and considered it. I suppose it wouldn’t hurt at this point… I turned, smiled as wide as I possibly could, and shouted back, “I’m going to Prythian!” The shocked look on his face didn’t bring me any guilt or pain, only excitement as I spoke the words allowed for the first time.

There was a skip in my step all the way home. I knew it wouldn’t be easy hurting Cyril like that, but in my 21 years of being alive, I had developed a very low tolerance for certain types of people. I learned how to cut people off without dwelling on it. When we lost our fortune and our supposed “friends” refused to help, I simply stopped thinking about them or worrying about their opinions of me. With Cyril, he had been nothing but kind to me, but for my own well-being, it was better to push those feelings of sadness aside and focus on the joy I had about what was waiting for me in Prythian.

I opened the door and heaved a sigh, letting the negative energy out of me in one fell swoop. Elain looked up from her book, in the same spot she had been when I left but she didn’t comment as I trudged upstairs.

Instead of going to my room to stare at more boxes and bags, I walked to Nesta’s study and knocked on the door. Her voice came through the door in a shout of invitation. I opened the door and slid my way into the room, shutting it behind me.

One glance at my empty finger and her face hardened before focusing on whatever papers were in front of her.

“Nesta,” a hum of disinterest came from her, “I only have a few days left before I leave, and I… Well, I was hoping to spend them with you and Elain. No wedding planning, no talks of the future, perhaps some games or walks in the garden and a family dinner?”

She looked up at me again, “Perhaps,” was all she said.

I glowered at her. So that’s how we were gonna play this. She was going to keep that cold front up all the way until the moment I left, so she didn’t have to face the reality of me being gone. I understood why it was easier for her to do it this way, but it was still damn frustrating. If that’s what she wanted, though, who was I to argue?

I left the room without another word and spent the next two days as far away from Nesta as the manor would allow. 

I spent one day with Elain in the garden and despite her hesitance and discomfort with all things Fae-related, she asked me to write to her and describe the plants they had in the foreign land beyond the Wall. I told her I would be more than happy to do so, maybe I’d even draw her a picture of one. We both laughed at this, knowing that if I truly wanted to capture a Prythian flower, I’d have to go to Feyre. She got all the artistic talent of the family.

We sat outside, enjoying the sun and each other’s company, before retiring and having a lovely dinner together. Nesta’s absence was noticed by both of us, but not mentioned. 

The other day, I spent finalizing my packing and walking alone through the large estate that had become home. I realized that while I lived here and could call it home, it had never really felt like that. Sometimes I would have glimmers of it when Nesta would shove me playfully after I would make a particularly distasteful or inappropriate remark or when Elain and I would chase each other down the halls when the other had teased us. It was home in the same way that the small cottage we lived in had been home. The nights spent with Feyre preparing the meat she had hunted for us, curled up with Elain as she would comb my hair to soothe me, or even seeing my father sitting in his chair with his leg placed near the fireplace. 

They were home, my sisters. And while I was leaving two of them behind… I knew I could also find that sense of home in myself, by doing something I wanted to do.

That day was my day of peace and reflection before everything went to hell.

My final day was when it happened. I was meant to message Rhysand that day with my final decision and be picked up the following morning to be taken (how, I had never asked) to that magical city. I put it off until the last possible moment, hoping to bask in the remaining time with my older sisters. 

Nesta had actually lingered near me all day, though she didn’t speak up about my coming trip. She simply kept her presence around, whether she was reading in the same room as me or even just silently observing. I appreciated it more than she knew. I knew it was her way of saying goodbye.

We even had a family dinner, as I wanted. The three of us joked around with no mention of weddings or anything else that normally plagued our conversations. Just friendly banter between sisters. Sisters who truly cared for each other and would do anything for one another.

Nesta told me as much when she hugged me tight outside of my bedroom. All three of us had changed into our nightgowns but were loitering in the hallway, not wanting to say goodnight just yet. She crushed me to her and whispered in my ear, “I would burn the world for you. If they touch you or look at you the wrong way, I’ll be there.”

I smiled as a tear slid down my face. She would. She would burn the world and sacrifice much, much more for me if I just said the word.

Elain gave me a more delicate hug and made me promise to take care of myself and keep them posted about my activities. I told her that she could update me about her wedding plans in return, but I couldn’t promise to feign excitement about it. We all shared a small laugh over that.

Eventually, we began to yawn and realized we had done all that we could to delay the inevitable. I retreated into my room and was settling myself into bed when the entire house shook.

I jumped to my feet when I heard Elain’s screams. Nesta’s cruel voice cut through the house with demands about what was going on. I barely had time to process and come up with a plan when my door burst open and two High Fae rushed in. I ran to my dresser and scribbled a single word on that otherwise pristine piece of paper before the High Fae grabbed me.

Help.

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Ooo could you do some Theo fluff? Like y/n (preferably female) has had a long day and having a breakdown and just wants to be held and cuddle

rough day ; t.n

theodore nott x reader

a/n: bluna is mentioned yay, lorenzo zurzolo is also my theo fancast btw, unedited and not proofread

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your day started off horrible. you woke up late and missed breakfast, forgot your transfiguration homework in your dorm and failed your herbology exam.

your friends tried to lighten your mood but nothing would help.

“y/n, you’ll survive i promise” your friend tried to reassure you, rubbing her hand soothingly on your shoulder.

“no you don’t understand, my parents said if i fail one more exam i’m not allowed to come home for christmas” you said stressing and your emotions starting to take over you.

“i’ll see you later, thank you” you said to your friend getting up abruptly to head towards the slytherin common room.

you entered the common room looking for one thing and one thing only. that thing being your boyfriend, theodore nott, he’s the only person you want to see right now.

you quickly spot blaise and luna cuddling on the common room couch and walk over to them hoping they know where theo is.

“hey guys, have any of you seen theo?” you asked the couple.

“i think nott and malfoy have detention right now with professor flitwick, but they should be done in an hour” blaise said looking at you sympathetically, his girlfriend matching his expression as well.

“i’m sure theo wouldn’t mind if you waited for him in his dorm” luna said cheerfully hoping that would somewhat lighten your mood.

“you’re right, okay thank you” you said and made your way to theo’s dorm.

once you arrived at his dorm you dropped your bags and searched his drawers for your favourite pair of sweatpants and oversized t-shirt. quickly putting his clothes on you laid in his bed under the covers thinking of everything that happened to you today.

slowly tears started to flood out your eyes and you didn’t bother holding them in. you were so disappointed in yourself for everything that happened.

not hearing the door open you didn’t notice theo had came back from his detention and found you crying in his bed.

“love, are you okay?” he quickly came over to you, removing the covers from your head trying to get a good look at your face to see if you were hurt.

“i just had a bad day that’s all” you sniffled, still trying to hide your face from theo. “can we just cuddle right now please” you continued.

“of course darling, let me just get changed first”

theo quickly changed into a pair of sweats and placed himself in bed beside you wrapping his arm around your waist and tucking your head underneath his chin.

“do you want to talk about it?” he asked as he wiped some tears from your face.

“well i woke up late and missed breakfast today, which i’m sure you noticed, and then i forgot my transfiguration homework in my dorm and lastly i failed my herbolgy exam” you said trying to hold back your sons so he can hear you clearly.

“c’mon beautiful, it’s not the end of the world. you can hand in your homework tomorrow and i can ask professor sprout if she’ll let you redo the exam. you know she likes me” he smiled down cheekily at you hoping to boost your mood.

“i know theo, but my parents said if i fail another exam i can’t come home for christmas and i did” you said sadly, still hiding your face in his neck.

“well how about this, you come home with me for christmas this break— i’m sure my father won’t mind, and i can help you so you won’t fail any more exams. how does that sound, pretty girl?” he asked peering down at your still glossy eyes.

“are you serious” you asked pulling away from him a little bit and scanning his face for any sign of a joke.

“i’m always serious darling” he smirked at the way you let out a little giggle knowing that he was joking.

“i love you theo, thank you” you said and pulled yourself closer to him.

“i love you too, my beautiful, smart, funny and oh so dramatic girlfriend” he smiled.

“just shut up and cuddle me”

“as you wish, love” he said tightening his arm around your waist, ready to drift off into a comfortable sleep.

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