#and now a whole ass tree fell on the house

[alexturner2005]

this morning my crazy neighbors’ huge tree got struck by lightning and fell on my house 🙃

[ajortga]

sequence of events

pairing: jenna ortega x crutched?! fem reader

word count: 1.6k+

authors note: thank you so much for 800 followers, i appreciate each and every one of you. <3. my writing did not clearly match the image i wanted but i love making your requests come to life.

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based off request!

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Hi, I just recently started reading your blog but I really like the way you describe feelings, it’s simply amazing and since requests are open, I would like to ask if you could make a fem! reader who is disabled and walks on crutches, but one day Jenna accidentally pushes her and the reader almost falls into the pool and after fluff I know it’s stupid, but if you don’t want to, don’t write, it’s just my request, if you write, thank you so much! Best wishes!

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It was not a rare sighting whenever you would be the person to catch the sympathetic stares that people shot at you whenever you walked around just perfectly.

Well, perfectly fine with crutches.

It was like almost every single day that you walked, people would slightly move to the side and give you a small nod. Or maybe they would apologize a bit too much. You think it’s happened too many times for you to count anymore. 

Ever since you were little, your left foot was physically paralyzed. You couldn’t go anywhere without having people staring at you a bit too long for your comfort. You’ve just gotten used to it.

The worst part about it was not being able to kick your feet in the air happily whenever you read a rom com. God it stunk because you would smile widely and only your right foot would be swinging, which would cause you to accidentally knock something down on your bedside table.

With the sun of summer beginning to make its grand departure, Liz, one of your best friends, planned the whole day for you two to experience the “actual hot girl summer day.” 

The months before summer, every year you���d make a whole list, preferably 6 pages long of all the summer-y things you’d spend the summer doing. But every year you’d only cross out less than a fifth of your bucket list. 

You glide your sunscreen against your skin and to the slope of your nose and tuck your hair behind your ears while watching a show displayed on your laptop.

Once you’re finished, you slowly balance yourself on your crutches and make a call to Liz.

She picks up on the first ring as you squeak out a, “I’m ready!”

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Liz 💐: i’m here under the tree 

You slowly crutch your way out of your house and to the spot Liz’s car was at. God, there was one time that you were walking to look for her and she jumped from the damn bushes, it made you scream so loudly and almost fall on your ass.

Of course you bring out your phone, zooming into her location from the Find My Iphone app, letting out a sigh of relief when you see that her phone was where she indicated. You stand still, elbowing your crutches before sliding your phone back in your pocket.

Your steps escalate a little quicker, your crutches picking up the pace as you glance at the bush you fell in almost 6 months ago. You hate that your driveway was always parked with random cars. Basically all your friends had to resort to another location. She was still pretty far, out of sight for now.

You bring out your phone when you feel it ring again, glancing down at what it said.

Liz 💐: you look like a monster on roblox that’s just bouncing in the same spot.

Okay, what? – You narrow your eyes, not understanding how she could’ve possibly seen-

Something emerges from the pushes as your friend pops out and screams, making you scream so loudly, then start cussing her out, threatening her with one of your crutches. How the hell did she manage to do it again?

“LIZ, I’M GOING TO FUCKING-”

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Jenna was sitting against the chairs you would see at any community pool, reading her book about tips in life, sunglasses on.

Yes, it had taken you an hour later, with Liz having to frantically push you into her car and paying for the food you wanted, for you to be somewhat sane.

After a little bit of shopping and buying new books to make you relive a rom com story, Liz holds the door for you as you walk out to the pool. Jenna’s eyes raise to the noise, looking at the door and she swears you’re the most beautiful girl she’s ever seen. Her eyes would be cursed every time she closed her eyes, your face popping up every time she dreamt. It takes her a moment but she flares up in realization, because she’s seen you before! 

She met you once when she had bumped into you from one of the coffee shops. You both had talked for an hour straight. The freckled cheeked girl remembered how alive humanity felt for her the next couple of days because of that. You both were just talking about how the seasons were so intriguing. 

People being people made her feel good whenever she thought about life for the week following.

Her eyes trail over yours, then the pattern of your nose, the way the sun kisses your cheeks in just the right way. Your hair glows in the sun as soon as you step in the light, the breeze perfectly blowing against it. You were ethereal.

Wow, was all the brunette could think as she put down her book, losing all of her interest in it because you had taken all of it. That book was stinky dinky if it meant being able to say hi to you once again and somehow impress you. 

She got up and put the book into her bag, standing up and walking behind you. As she walked beside the pool, right in front of her, she took off her sunglasses. It would be awkward if you didn’t recognize her because she had them on. 

Once she took them off, she fiddled with the lens, her fingertips lightly brushing over it to get a speck of dust off.

Next thing she knew, her shoe had got caught against bumpy brick floors and she was falling face flat into you.

She squeals, trying to catch herself so she won’t fall straight against you, especially since you were unaware, your crutches holding you steady. 

You’re a bit too focused on your friend’s deep conversation to notice what was going on, until something slams right behind your back and straight up sends you flying into the pool with a scream.

“Oh my god!” Liz yells as you bend, crutches landing on the ground nicely. Unfortunately, it was the opposite case for you as you splash into the water, the coldness making you yell. You couldn’t move. You can’t swim, how the hell does someone swim if one leg doesn’t work, you cry out for help, spluttering out water as your working leg flaps uselessly up and down the water. 

“Liz! I can’t-”

What the fuck had Jenna just done? Immediately she used the stairs right where you were and crawled down, the life guard was way too busy talking to someone to even notice the commotion. God she couldn’t let you drown-

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You were coughing, choking on water that did not feel good at all. Your chest felt tight and hurt like shit every time you breathed in deeply. Liz and the pretty girl you recognized from when you met her at the bookstore were yelling in your face, asking you questions that just sounded like gibberish.

“Are you bouquet?”

“Ho mice god!”

“How the bell bid chu mop sea urchin?”

What. The. Hell.

“I am so sorry!” The brunette says, wrapping you in a towel and setting your crutches to your sides. You were a little too busy admiring her freckles to be mad. “I just remembered you from the other day and wanted to say hi and I fucking tripped and-”

You blink, slapping your chest over and over again as you slowly grin, that probably looked a little foolish and silly. “ ‘Ts okay, it was an accident,” you mumble, voice a little croaky as the warmth from the sun soaks up your damp clothes.

It was definitely not okay to Jenna, she thinks you might have dived head first, because now you were looking at her and grinning. Shouldn’t you be upset? God you were all toothy and everything, oh god! Did she make you crack your brain?

She should not be thinking you looked like you just came out of a movie when she accidentally pushed you into the pool!

Jenna did not know what to do, just rubbing the towel that was marshmallowed over your body. Your friend looked like she was about to explode. 

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Jenna, in fact, did make it up to you. Because an hour later three of you guys were getting Jamba Juice smoothies and tacos. 

“God, I swear I wasn’t trying to kill you,” She rambled, mouth a little full, you noticed the way that she always used her hands as an illustrator while talking. “I just wanted to see if it was you and ask how you were and-”

“Jenna, I swear it’s fine,” you brush off, sitting on the chair while Jenna was standing up, pacing back and forth. 

“It wouldn’t have been fine if you had died, Y/N!” Jenna and Liz speak at the same time, making you sip your smoothie. Seriously, you were fine. Your clothes were for the most part, dry, and it just was a struggle to take a deep breath at some moments.

“But.. If you want and are willing..” You trail off, squirming to grab your phone as you swipe it to your contacts and place it in Jenna’s hands with one of your eyebrows raised. 

“Deal!” She said, grinning as she booped her fingers into your phone.

It was a little late at night when you crawled into bed, your right foot taking lead as you hide under the covers. You and Jenna had texted for a while, and you just got another message.

Yay! You just got a Jamba Juice gift card from your friend, Jenna!

jenna the head cracker: juice

You almost cackle, immediately scrolling through gift cards and tapping on one that was just right.

Hooray! You just sent your friend Jenna the Head Cracker a non-trip shoe deal!

you: shoes

[rueclfer]

housemates // sero hanta moodboard + hc

i imagine you guys sort of just fell into living together because he was desperate to find someone to split rent with, and you were desperate to get out of your family's house.

he's respects your boundaries, he cleans up after himself (mostly), he actively includes you whenever he invites his friends over, and when they're not, he just wants your company. he's shy about it though- his go-to line is "look what i can do!" or "you wanna see something cool?" and he'll drag you outside to watch him climb a tree.

there would be a lot of routines and traditions that you grow into as you get to know each other. every now and then you would share a smoke on the fire escape to debrief about each other's days. you always set your shoes right next to each other's near the doorway. you have a communal piggy bank (you're saving up for a roadtrip). whoever cooks dinner, the other makes dessert. every few sundays you'll watch a movie together and have a sleepover on the couch- sometimes with friends, sometimes with just you two.

if you're having a hard day and need to recluse into your room, just know that his ass will be cleaning the whole house to make it a bit more breathable for you. and if it's him having a rough time, he'll come home to an invite to go get ice cream and terrorize downtown. you just know each other's love language like it's on the back of your hand.

it's the type of friendship where you two could easily fall for one another, but you don't pay any mind to it or force it to happen. the company is enough for you two- this sweet solitude of companionship.

[lethby]

The story of how Mammon fell first (and hard) ⍣ ೋ

Pairing: Mammon x GN!reader

Summary: What was going through Mammon's stupid (-ly cute) head the first few chapters of the game. And how mc survived the Devildom (mc angst yay)

You were a stupid human. There you stood, with that dumbfounded look in your eyes, scanning the foreign area with tensed shoulders. You couldn't look any more similar to a deer. A yummy and juicy deer in a lion cage.

"Mammon will be your guardian and he will ensure your safety in your stay here."

Say what now? This must be the most unfunny prank Lucifer has pulled on him. After some whining and protests, he learned that it was no prank. Come on, really? THE great Mammon babysitting some lousy human? This is even worst than all the three hour lectures combined!

He hated the idea, and made it very clear. Seriously, couldn't you walk any faster? Cat got your tongue? Stop being so startled by everything, it's driving him insane.

You, on the other hand, were about to cry. You were just sitting in your comfy bed looking through your phone and the next second you spawn on the literal pits of hell. You're following a strange demon that very clearly doesn't want anything to do with you. He was complaining to you nonstop about how much of a nuisance you are, how you look like the perfect meal and you can't really do anything about it because of how weak you are. Thanks.

You're walking a path completely unfamiliar to you under the eternal moonlight that gave very little light to your surroundings. Whispers and growls from the vicinities were driving you insane (that's two). Were they monsters? Demons? You didn't know, and that scared you.

You didn't know when you entered some classy big house, but the walls were already suffocating and the statues were gnawing at your mind.

Suddenly, all of the sounds drowned in your ears and became a mere vibration in your brain.

'I don't wanna be here. I wanna go home.'

When Mammon looked behind, he noticed the lifeless eyes that stared into the nothingness and sighed annoyed. You weren't listening to him! Just how much dumber can you get?

Then, a loud noise interrupted your trance, snapping you out of it. You put your guard up as an angry demon came straight in your direction two steps at a time. He shouted at Mammon for something about money. Your fogged mind didn't really comprehend much.

What you did comprehend was your so called guardian pushing you against the angry demon as bait while he made a run for it. The words spoken earlier about being nothing more than demon food replayed in your head like a broken disk.

'This is where I die'

Fortunately, the demon, whose name was Leviathan, showed the minimum manners you'd expect for a demon and left you be for the most part. Also, his room was nice. Like a peaceful change of scenery from all the dangers and noises of outside. You didn't mention it, but he caught you staring at his aquarium and jellyfish lights, so he hesitantly enlarged your stay. Just a little. Not much. He couldn't stand normies in his room.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the House of Lamentation, Mammon was laughing his ass off. He killed two birds with one stone, avoiding Levi and getting rid of you. At least for now, since he wouldn't hear the end of it if Lucifer found out he was totally evading his responsibility. However, at the moment he was just thinking about going to the casino and win some Grimm, easily forgetting about you. Why would he care, either way?

That night, when all the lights were out, the only soul who couldn't sleep was your own. In the silence of the late hours, there were no distractions keeping your thoughts to wander, so they did. The realization of the whole situation came crashing down like a waterfall. You laid with your eyes open, seeing but not watching. Your body was being hugged in a soft but harsh embrace by the unfamiliar sheets. The light of the little lamps, hanged on the strange tree, slightly illuminated the room. It wasn't even your room. It was a room. An unknown room in an unknown world.

'I'm not going home'

That thought prevailed on top of the other ringing ones. Cold tears slide through your numb face. You didn't bother wiping them as they kept falling from your eyes like dense, thick honey. You couldn't fall asleep, but you didn't want to be awake either. You didn't want to be right now.

The following morning, you tried to maintain a natural facade. Your dry answers made your voice sound alien to you, having used it so little since you arrived.

Mammon couldn't be more fed up with your attitude. Don't you know that makes you easy prey? He made sure to tell you. He was doing you a favor, you know? He doesn't understand why you become rigid at his statement, he was giving you a piece of advice.

The day continued without much change. Demons looked your way and licked their lips. You almost felt naked under their watching gaze, standing with your tail between your legs. You tried to follow along with Levi's plan about Mammon's credit card. Goldie, was it? Anyway, it's not that you were inspired to pass Lucifer's lie detector, but you did it anyways.

Your memory is incapable of remembering much of the day as you stood before the freezer. Levi had a frozen Goldie in his hand and Mammon was yapping about something, mostly complaining.

Your body worked on autopilot until you felt a burning sensation in your hand. You dazedly lifted it to see a yellow mark on the back of it. How did that get there?

Mammon swore he was about to lose it. You just made a pact with THE great Mammon and you looked like you didn't care. He grew himself to hate that emotionless expression on your face. He thought you would be less annoying if you showed any sign of, I don't know, humanness? Even demons reacted more than you! You could at least laugh at his jokes. That would be... Nice, I guess.

From that point on, you drowsily made it to your room. You sat on your bed and looked at the mark on your skin. You should be happy, shouldn't you? At least Mammon was now forced to protect you if you said so. He's the second oldest, that meant strong, or something, right? So why were you crying again? Why was it quietly raining on the golden pact? Yet another night filled with many water droplets that made a depressing pattern on the sheets. However, as numerous as they were, they all felt lonely and abandoned, like the eyes that shed them.

Mammon also wanted to cry, but for other reasons. Say embarrassment, if you had to name it. He was kicking every object in the floor that had the misfortune to make contact with his feet. Not so silent grunts echoed in the walls as he paced through his room. He forcefully shoved a pillow against his own face and screamed his heart out. Stupid human! Stupid! Incoherent curses left his lips until late at night, when he fell asleep.

The next morning, Mammon tapped his foot impatiently. It was already becoming unbearable with the constant berating of his brothers, that were making fun of him. THE great Mammon doesn't wait for no one! Well, except you, I suppose. But that's because he has to!

When you finally came down, Mammon scoffed and pulled you along, not leaving you time to have breakfast. Fine, it's not like you were hungry, anyways. You've lost your appetite ever since coming here. Three days into the Devildom and you looked the same as day one, if not worse. It was getting harder to breathe as timed passed and the dark circles under your eyes were starting to rival the dimness of the night sky.

The day followed as usual. You really hoped you weren't expected to get good grades here, because everything that managed to get into your brain left rapidly like a ghost train with no passengers. You only caught something about a TSL tournament against Levi. Why did you agree to that again? Oh yeah, to enter his room. Why did you want to...? Nevermind, you only knew that one moment you were at RAD and the next you were walking home with Mammon.

He was ranting about something about the casino or Lucifer, as usual. You didn't mind the background noise of a somewhat known (although rather annoying) voice for the most part. However, what he said next as he flicked your forehead wasn't part of that 'most'.

"Ya know, yer lucky I take time off my very busy schedule to walk ya home. If you keep spacin' out like that, yer only makin' yourself an easy prey to any passerby!"

Three times. He now has called you 'prey' three times. You stopped in your tracks with your head low, nails stabbing your palms in a fist. Mammon looked confusedly at you after noticing you fell behind. The sight of your figure made him both exasperated and... was that worry? Nah, just exasperated. You murmured something under your breath he didn't quite catch.

"Huh? You gotta speak louder that that, deer"

That's it. You suddenly lifted your chin, locking eyes with his deep blue ones. Mammon visibly flinched at the hatred they held. That raw emotion radiating from your pure anger was the first time he saw you actually alive.

"I said, stop calling me that. I get it, really do. I'm nothing more than a stupid, defenseless piece of meat that got trapped into a world filled with wild beasts willing to have a bite, I know. You think I asked for this?! I have enough with the situation as a whole for you to keep reminding me of it!"

In that moment, your voice didn't sound like it was yours, but it still spoke what your heart felt. The demon in front of you was left speechless. To him, your outburst was an overreaction that caught him by surprise, not knowing the pent up pressure you hid in your fragile body. Now, it was his brain's turn to not process the information around him, since when he snapped out of his trance, you were already a few meters ahead stomping your way to the House of Lamentation.

He fucked up. He knew he fucked up. Ever since seeing the way your brows furrowed the moment you first interacted, Mammon knew he was fucking up. Every part of him was screaming at him, but he didn't dare to admit it, not even to himself.

So even now, he hid behind a mask of annoyance. Look at you, walking just ahead of him without care. When he told you to show emotion, he didn't mean that you could get angry at him! How dare you yell at the Great Mammon like that?! Don't you know how easily someone could attack you there all alone? Don't you know that any demon could kill you with ease? Don't you know how much you look like prey-...

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Don't you know how bad he doesn't want that to happen?

By the time you reached the House of Lamentation, your anger hadn't subsided one bit. It was like all your pent up emotions mixed homogeneously into anger and exploded uncontrollably. Even so, you don't regret that happening. Why would you? You've been treated like nothing but a nuisance ever since you stepped foot here. Regret comes from realizing bad choices, and the only one you've made was letting these demons drag you to hell.

You make a dash to the room you've grown accustomed to and quickly close the door without slamming it from frustration, not trying to get unwanted attention. When you stand under the tree lights is when you notice the pools in your eyes, ready to cascade at any moment.

'Shit, this always happens when I'm angry'

You rub furiously at your wet eyes to get rid of the tears and, when that doesn't work, you throw yourself on the bed and scream into the nearest pillow. Too tired to get up, you close your eyes for a moment, waiting for your mind to find peace on its own. Or at least some silence.

You don't realize when or how long you've been asleep, but your cheeks are dry when a knock in your door wakes you up. You really didn't want to answer, but the knocks only got more frequent and impatient the more you ignored them. You hesitantly untangle yourself from your sheets and get to the door.

To your demise, at the other side was the last person you wanted to see at the moment. Mammon stood there in a futile attempt to check on you before nighttime. He looked everywhere except you, hoping he didn't have to stare at your hatred eyes again.

"You didn't come for dinner."

You've slept the day.

"Didn't feel like it." You lied

Mammon furrowed his brows and put his hands in his hips hoping it would boost his own confidence.

"Don't humans have to eat to survive? If ya starve to death, Lucifer will kill me."

You've been like shit for the past three days and now he worries. Real smooth, Mammon. At your lack of response, Mammon realized he was losing you, so he quickly tried to come up with something else.

"Anyways... You have the TSL tournament with Levi tomorrow, dontcha? Well lucky for you, the Great Mammon has brought you the series so you can watch them tonight! I still think yer gonna lose hard against the nerd but-"

You tuned out the rest of his speech and looked at the wall beside you. You definitely didn't want to speak to, listen to or be with Mammon. You didn't want to go to the tournament and you didn't want to spend the night binge watching this random TSL thing. Despite all the things you didn't want to do, Mammon still pushed you inside and prepared the TV. You sulkily sat in your bed making yourself comfortable, trying not to kick the demon off when he sat beside you.

A couple of hours passed and you were hating every part of this. The show, Mammon and everything... Or that's what you thought would happen.

In reality, you felt a familiar yet longing feeling of... Home. The series was actually not bad and, being used to movie nights back in the human world, you were at more ease doing something you enjoyed. Besides, it kept your mind occupied and away from everything, which you wish you could have done before. Finally, though you hate to admit it, Mammon's presence was actually not so bad. His comments were actually funny and it gave you the feeling of hanging out with your friends, forgetting the events from before. You've never felt like this here, but you weren't complaining for once.

Meanwhile, Mammon was having his own silent crisis besides you. He was sure you were having the worst time of your life. How could you not? You skipped dinner just to not see him! Besides, he locked himself in your own room forcing you to watch something for a stupid contest. But he wasn't doing it on purpose, he swears! He actually was here in an attempt to make amends with you. However, getting the words out was proving to be more difficult than he thought. He tried to ease the atmosphere by joking around, but his knee was still bouncing in a constant rhythm. Mammon wasn't akin to apologizing, much less to a human.

Minutes turned into hours and he honestly was about to explode. He stopped paying attention a while ago and even began sweating. Unable to hold off any longer and despite his awkwardness, he turned to you with his eyes closed.

"Human, I-"

A soft, mermaid-like sound followed a funny scene in the screen, interrupting him, but it was not part of the show. The demon shifted his attention to the source of it, and then it hit him. You. It was your laughter.

That was the second time he saw you express any kind of emotion, but the first he saw the way the corners of your lips tilted upwards and your eyes squint while trapping a warm shine within them. Mammon saw you in another light, a light that newly illuminated your features since you came to the Devildom. A light that showed your smile. And damn, how pretty it was.

He then took notice of your posture, with details for the first time. From the way your legs intertwined with one another to how your arms kept a pillow close to your chest with relaxed shoulders. Where you always like this? No, no you weren't. Right now, in his eyes, you were far from the scared deer that annoyed him so much; now feeling like he was looking at one of those elegantes statues in Diavolo's castle. He still hadn't realized, but your smile trapped him like a siren's song. Your humanness he oh so wanted you to show now left him speechless.

He didn't know when the marathon ended, but he found himself waving you goodbye casually at the other side of your door. To his surprise, you tiredly waved back, although with no smile painting your face. In that moment, walking back to his room, he just thought of ways to see it again. To see your light.

When he landed on the comfort of his sheets, he felt once more the pact that tied you together and didn't feel embarrassment or hatred anymore. He felt something else deep within his heart, something that he couldn't quite put his finger on. A sense of connection he never felt before.

Then he sat up in a swift.

...He didn't apologize!

He threw his hands to his face and groaned, although the frustration in it not directed at you now, but at himself. He had yet to realize that it was always at himself.

You on the other hand just went to bed first thing to catch the hours of sleep taken from you. However, your mind stayed clear and your cheeks remained dry for the first time under de Devildom's sky.

The next day followed as usual. Everyone in the House of Lamentation woke up, had breakfast and headed to RAD following their own routine. You and Mammon did no different, but both of you could tell the atmosphere shifted for the better. Your eyes shined in a way that made him forget all the reserved glares, and Mammon made sure to not comment on anything that could make you uncomfortable. It was like a weight cleared off your minds and the heavy air was easier to breathe. Where before you found an obstacle, now you saw a person, a friend even.

At RAD, you even tried to socialize a little more. You found that the best way to cope with the situation was to actually try and enjoy it. Surprisingly enough, chatting with the other exchange students proved to flow rather easily, interacting more than you've ever had here. What stood up to the angels and Solomon, although they didn't mention it and despite their initial surprise, was your contrasting behavior that made the atmosphere so light. Thankfully, they left with content, and so did you.

Although you still had a long way to go, the mist of terror that obscured your eyes dissipated enough to let some light pass through, which you were grateful for.

However, as the school hours finished and the time for TSL tournament approached, a unnerving feeling squeezed your chest. You had come up with a plan in the morning, and you even got the help of Simeon. The plan, unfortunately, had a major flaw, as you were advised that taunting the Avatar of Envy's sin was a dangerous game to play, lethal even. And you weren't in the mood to play games.

The brother's all headed to the tournament's location, whether their intentions varied from amusement to seeking shed blood was not for the demons to judge. Admits the powerful beings, stood one that didn't attend for neither reason.

While Mammon walked at his own pace, suddenly his shirt was tugged. He turned confusedly and, when he saw you gripping his clothes with one hand as you looked directly at the floor, something pulled at his heartstrings. A feeling that was forced out of him when your voice snapped him out of his trance.

"Will you come if things go south?" You said barely above a whisper.

That was the longest sentence you spoke to him ever. Well, when you weren't angrily putting him in his place.

"Huh?"

Confused by the many elements you surprisingly decided to display before him, your question caught him off guard. However, seeing as you kept your mouth shut and shifted in your spot, he quickly turned to you completely.

"Ah- I mean, of course! What kind of guardian would I be if I didn't? Count on me!"

The slight hope in your eyes allowed his to muscles relax. And when he saw that light, he remembered that night. But most importantly, he remembered what he didn't say. His usual easy chat turned dry in his throat at the thought, but he had to get it out of his chest. While you confusedly looked at his still stance with a brow raised, he looked at you with a new determination in his eyes.

"I-" His hands sweaty and his ego shattering, he still looked at you "I'm sorry for calling you prey" ...That was easier than he thought-

"You're forgiven"

What?

I mean, this is what he hoped for but... Your immediate response made his eyes widen as he stared at you dumbfounded. Meanwhile, yours dropped, but not with the melancholy Mammon was used to. They dropped in softness. He already lost count of the times he got lost in them.

Your steps felt light approaching Levi, whether they were from determination or dizziness, you were not sure. Orange irises looked down on you without a drop of doubt he would win. Feeling small, you glanced to the side and caught deep blue eyes looking back at you. With mixed emotions, you took a deep breath as Asmo extravagantly initiated the duel.

You noticed the difference on difficulty on the questions and you didn't know if you should be grateful or worried, feeling the amusement in Asmo's voice as Levi's frustration grew more evident.

Then, the moment of truth came. You played with your fingers as you recited future events that were yet to appear in the show, leaving the demon before you speechless. Just as you finished your rambling, your gaze caught coral-like horns and a dark tail slashing the air with a frightening speed and strength. You tensed and the danger everyone has warned you about ran through your veins with a chill. Levi's predatory look made the hairs on the back of your neck stand up. You were prey.

Mammon jumped in your aid the moment your eyes locked with his in a cry for help. His help. He wasn't the fastest for nothing. You didn't even have to use the pact to get him running in your aid. He wanted to save you. He had to. Not because Lucifer told him or, heck, even Diavolo. He had to because he cared. Because he didn't want to see you hurt. However, the world, along with his heart, made a flip as his knees connected with the floor, his will to get up forced down by the slippery surface.

'Fuck, I'm not gonna make it'

His frown deepened as he saw you backing away from Levi and falling, making a pained expression. Just when he was about to unleash his demon form to get to you, two pairs of black feathery wings blocked your figure from the aggressive demon's way.

His lips let out a shaky breath, but the shine in his eyes still wavered. He couldn't pay attention to the scene unfolding before him; how Lucifer calmed down Levi with the help of Diavolo and his brothers gripped the wood railing in anticipation. No, his focus was entirely submitted to you.

His pupils shrunk as he scanned the way your chest rapidly rose and fell with each panicked breath. How your eyes trembled as they stared at the floor beneath. And most importantly, how you clutched your red wrist close to your chest.

His heart clenched and his thoughts ran wild.

'They got hurt. They are hurt. I couldn't save them. They're scared. I let this happen. I should have saved them. They trusted me to. They hate me. They're hurt. They-'

...

The walk back to the House of Lamentation was tense. Silence prevailed except for the occasional whispers of the brothers. Levi stomped his way to the front leaving the others behind while you slowly walked in the back. Besides you was Mammon, who kept sending you quick glances from time to time. However, you didn't get to notice, occupied in your small steps and shaky breaths.

Your mind ran wild like it never had before. You almost died. That reality felt so far yet so suffocating, enhancing the stinging pain in your wrist. You were helpless. Small. Weak. Every noise and movement in your peripheral echoed in your head like a broken radio. Like before. You were sent back to zero.

The depressing steps to your room fell on deaf ears. Accompanied by two demons, Mammon and Beel, you sat on your bed on autopilot. It felt dry under you, but you knew how it soaked in your sadness numerous times, and you had a feeling it wouldn't be long before it did again.

The mattress sunk on both sides, and you couldn't stop the flinch of your body when a tanned hand reached for yours with a first aid kit nearby. You hated how you were scared of that hand crushing your already damaged wrist. A hand that you've once reached out for. You hated how you couldn't stop your muscles from tensing. How your jaw clenched. How your breath wavered. How you could only see spiky fangs and horns on the demons that came to comfort you.

You didn't register the bickering of the other two, not how one stood up and left until the door closed.

Mammon really tried to bandage your frail wrist as best as he could, but he was distracted by constantly glancing up every few seconds. He checked your eyes and the way they gazed into nothingness. And he checked again and again and again, because he couldn't believe it. Because he didn't want to believe it. The light that once filled your eyes with emotion faded away. That light he grew to search for as a candle in a snow storm, gone; replaced again by the lifeless shell of your irises.

That was until they shone, but with tears. The depressing hour didn't stop for you, even when not alone. You didn't even react until a pair of hands gripped your upper arms.

Two sets of eyes looked at each other, both conveying very different emotions. However, none spoke a word, their voice locked in their throats for their own reasons. The silence of the calm before the storm.

The trance was broken by launching yourself at Mammon in a desperate hug, which he didn't expect at all. It took a moment for his embrace to match your own, messy wrist already forgotten. By that time, you were uncontrollably sobbing in his arms, which made him hide his frown on the crown of your head.

At this point, you didn't know by what, but you were terrified. No matter human or demon. Friend or foe. You needed a shoulder to cry on, rather than something to shed your tears to. You needed someone.

Mammon shared whispered apologies that accompanied your sobs. Neither of your grips loosening on one another, your hands locked into fists behind his back while he secured his own in your hair and waist.

And that's when it hit him. He wanted to protect you. At all costs and by any means. He wanted to give himself to you. He wanted to love you.

I can't believe this is finally finished. And I can't believe I got the motivation from a YouTube video on how to properly write. And I can't believe it worked.

Anyways we all know the game isn't heavy on angst and the fandom has to do the work so here is my contribution! Hope you like it and stay tuned for my rewrite of lesson 16! (I feel like that's gonna be even harder to write)

Do what makes you happy,

Lethby ༊*·˚

[acourtofmarvels]

You Called

Rhysand x she/her POV

Warnings: Miscommunication :D

Word count: 2746

Rhysand watched as she danced under the starfall. Absolutely beautiful. The most beautiful female he'd ever layed eyes on.

She was his mate.

That word seems foreign in his head. 200 years old, he never thought he would ever find his mate.

She didn't know though. The bond hadn't set for her. At least thats what he thought. He'd known for about 20 years now. His brothers had some suspicion but he didn't tell anyone.

He tried for about 15 years to get the bond to set for her. He wanted it to come naturally and not be the one to tell her. It's not the right time, he thought. So he gave it a rest for now.

He couldn't be around her though, so he distanced himself for 5 years. Only approaching or speaking to her when needed.

Her POV

"Did I do something to Rhysand?" It was late at night, Starfall was over. I had drug Mor to stay with me in the House of Wind. Usually we would stay at the townhouse but I wasn't feeling entirely sure I was welcome.

"What do you mean?" Mor mumbled. She was very drunk and trying to sleep. I didn't drink much tonight, which was not normal for me. I always go all out for nights like this like but I had to much on my mind tonight. I couldn't even fully appreciate starfall.

I had a nice night, don't get me wrong. But the whole time I just had this aching pain in my chest I didn't understand. 

"He just seems different. He barely talks to me anymore. Barely even acknowledges me. I don't know what I did..." He can't possibly know. 

"Babe, just relax. It's probably nothing. He gets in moods sometimes." More voice was quiet. I know she was fighting sleep to talk to me. I shouldn't have had this conversation at a time like this.

"Some long ass mood..."

***

"Az! Please wake up! Open your eyes, Azriel." I shook his shoulders. We had been shot down from the sky. When he hit the ground he was knocked unconscious. Even with the ash arrow through my wing I was still able to land.

We had been on a mission for the past 2 weeks. We were flying home from Spring Court when multiple ash arrows started flying through the air. Azriel blocked most of them from me but I still got shot. I couldn't grab him in time before he hit the ground.

It was night time. I could barely see anything through the trees and the dark sky.

I could hear footsteps and voices getting closer. I must protect Azriel. I'm wounded but I won't go down without a fight.

I needed to get help. I covered Azriel's body with my own as I closed my eyes. Rhys. I wasn't sure if I could reach him from this far. Rhys I need you. What if he has me completely blocked out? Rhysand please, they're coming.

The footsteps were close. I pried myself off of Azriel, pulled my sword off my side and stood up straight. My body ached. I could feel the poison from the arrows weakening my body, making me sicker by the second.

I think I blacked out, fighting these people, whoever they were. I didn't stop, couldn't stop. My body was drenched in their blood, or maybe it was my own blood.

I was overpowered. Knife to my throat. This was it. This is where I die. I can't save Azriel. I can't save myself. Killed by men in masks.

"Cowards," I choked out, blood dripping from my mouth. "Show your faces."

"Illyrian scum." The one holding the dagger to my neck said viciously. "Don't worry. We'll send your wings to your High Lord. Then we'll take his when we-" his sentence was cut short by his head coming off his body.

I gasped as the dagger nicked my neck slightly. The rest of his men began screaming loudly, holding their heads as they all fell to their knees. Then, absolute silence. And they were all dead.

I turned around quickly, still on the ground to see who killed my attackers. I let out a sob as I saw his familiar, piercing violet eyes.

He was on his knees before me, taking hold of my face in his hands. He looked over at all my injuries.

"You came," my voice failed me. I was holding onto him for support. I knew I was about to lose consciousness from the ash poison and the loss of blood.

"You called. Of course I came. What happened?"

"Azriel, you have to take him. Take him home now, Rhys." I pleaded with him, tears I had been holding back began to roll down my face. "He's hurt. I couldn't wake him up. Take him, please."

Rhys whipped his head over to Azriel who was unconscious in his own puddle of blood. I was praying that he was just unconscious and not...

"I'll be back for you." Rhys placed a kiss on the top of my head before he picked Azriel up in his arms and winnowed away. 

He's gonna be okay. He's gonna be okay. He's gonna be...

I'm not sure how long Rhys was gone. Minutes or seconds but I was growing tired. My body was failing on me. I was defeated. The poison was still in my system. I had to stay awake.

"Keep your eyes open," the order was from my High Lord. Not my Rhys. 

"I'm tired Rhys." He picked me up off the ground. I wrapped my arms around his neck weakly. 

"You're gonna be okay sweetheart. We're home now. Just keep your eyes open." I could hear other voices around me. I could recognize Madja's voice. But I was only focused on Rhys. He set me down on a bed and began to walk away. 

"Please don't leave me." I held onto his hand tight. His promise that he would never leave me was the last thing I heard before I finally slipped into sleep. 

That's me. Why can I see myself sleeping? Is this a dream?

"She's okay, we've got her." I looked around the room, Madja was by my beside working her magic to heal me. 

"What the hell happened?" My line of vision went to Mor as she burst into the room. My heart was beating so fast, anger coursed through my veins. 

"Keep your voice down." That voice rang in my ear as if I just spoke. Rhysand. Rhysand spoke. Where was he? "They were attacked outside of Summer. They're okay."

I was looking at myself again. Aching sadness and guilt ran through me. No. No this wasn't me. This isn't what I'm feeling. I see myself through Rhysand's eyes. These are Rhy's emotions I feel.

His emotions were overwhelming. Everything he felt for me was maxed out to 100. He felt sick. Guilt was the most I could feel. Then sadness... Anger... Regret.

He felt guilty for not getting there sooner. For not being able to protect his brother and me. Sadness for the state we were both in. Anger for the men who hurt us. And regret for not making them suffer longer. 

Mor was talking to Cassian. I could hear their voices but I couldn't make out what they were saying. Rhys was tuning them out as he watched my sleeping figure on the bed. His thumb rubbing circles on the back of my hand. 

Theres something else here. I can feel it within him but... but I don't know what it is. 

I finally awoke hours later. That was such a weird dream. Or at least I thought it was a dream until I looked to my right and Rhysand was sitting beside me. His hand was still holding onto mine but he was fast asleep. 

He didn't leave. He stayed like I asked. He looked cold. I should give him my blanket. 

I barely moved a centimeter in my bed before Rhys woke up. "Are you okay? What's wrong?" He moved closer to me. He placed a hand on the side of my face gently as he looked me over. 

My whole body warmed to his touch upon my cheek. He was so close. 

I opened my mouth to speak but my mouth was far too dry. Rhys noticed immediately, using his magic to bring me a glass of water. "Here." His voice was so soft as he brought the glass to my lips so I could drink.

I was trying not to laugh at his protectiveness. I know he was worried, had been worried. But I'm alright now. I wanted to tease him but maybe I'll take this attention some more.

"I'm alright," I assured him. I took the glass from his hand and placed it on the nightstand after I took another sip. 

He kept looking me over. I was sore but I know my wounds have healed now. 

"You can go now, I wouldn't want to bother you any longer." I tried to remove my hand from his but his grip only tightened. 

"You could never bother me," he sounded hurt by the word I used. "And I'm not going anywhere."

Damn you heart. Don't flutter now. You can't do this.

I tried to slowly inhale and exhale out my nose, trying to calm my breathing. He can't know how I'm feeling. He can't know that I'm his mate. 

"Azriel, is he alright?" I tried to cover up my nervousness by thinking of something else. Why does he keep staring at me?

"Azriel will heal, it will just take longer for him. But he'll be back to himself in no time." 5 years. This was the longest conversation we had in 5 years. He pushed me away right after the bond snapped for me.

I honestly didn't know how to react after it. It was so unexpected. I had know Rhys for so long, he was my family and my best friend. Why did it take so long for this apparent bond to snap into place? Was the Cauldron playing a game with us?

I'd always had a little crush on him but always pushed it aside. Falling for my High Lord? It was embarrassing. Everyone in Velaris most likely had a crush on him. How could you not? Have you seen him?

He still hasn't let go of my damned hand. Gods, it felt like my hand was on fire. 

There was silence for so long. Rhys wasn't looking at me. He stared down at our conjoined hands. His brow furrowed as he was deep in thought.

"You seemed surprised when I arrived. Like you expected me not to come help you." He seemed angry.

My face heated up in embarrassment. "I-I just didn't think you would be able to hear me from so far away."

"No, that's not it. You expected me not to come to your aid. Why?" 

I was flustered. I hated he could read me so well. My shields were always in tact so I knew he wasn't in my head.

I tried to pull my hand away but his grip only tightened. "Let me go." He of course let go at my wish. 

"Why did you think I wouldn't help you?" His voice raised slightly.

He would keep pushing if I didn't give him an answer. He had no right to be mad at me. I should be mad at him. "Because you have been cold! Distant! Did you know this is the longest conversation we have had in nearly five years? I did expect you not to come. You hardly speak to me and when you do, you answer with one worded responses. You avoid me. Do you think I haven't noticed when you make some sorry ass excuse to leave when I enter the room? I don't know what I have done for you to dislike me so. So sorry for expecting you to not come to my aid when i ask of you."

I was furious. If my body wasn't so sore and tired I would have stormed out of the room dramatically. Now it's just awkward because he is sitting there not saying anything. Not denying it either.

"You think I dislike you?" His voice was so quiet I almost didn't hear it.

"Why else would you ignore me?"

He looked like he wanted to say something else but he bit his tongue. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath and ran his fingers through his hair. "You are not ready for that answer."

So he admits it. He has been pushing me away. Purposefully it seems. The answer 'I'm not ready for'. Asshole.

I hated myself for the tears that weld up in my eyes. My mate doesn't even want to be around me. 

"You don't get to decide what I can and cannot handle." I looked away from him, crossing my arms over my chest.

"This isn't easy for me." Gods I wanted to punch him so bad.

"I have zero pity for you. Must be so hard pushing someone away who has done nothing but love you." I was already humiliated enough, why not put a cherry on top. Might as well tell him how I feel.

"No, no. Don't say that. You don't love me." He was pacing back and forth in front of my bed now.

"Of course I love you. I have loved you even before we-" I was the one who bit my tongue this time. 

His eyes bore into mine. "Before what?"

Can he really not feel it? This bond between us? I feel it in every bone in my body. From the bottom of my feet to the top of my wings.

"Before what?" He almost yelled.

"Before we were mates!" I yelled back at him. "There! I said it! Are you happy now? Get the fuck out!" I threw a pillow at him.

"How long have you known?"

"Get out, Rhys! I don't want to have this conversation right now." I threw another pillow at him. It was all I had around me. He caught it and threw it at the wall behind him.

"Goddamit it, Y/N! How long have you known?"

"5 years. 5 years of feeling this bond with someone who has given me the cold shoulder."

"15 fucking years I tried. I tried 15 years for the bond to set into place naturally for you and of course the second I stop trying... The moment I stopped putting myself through all that pain and decide to give you space it fucking clicks."

I think my heart stopped beating for a second. I was temped to reach my fingers to my neck and check my pulse to make sure I hadn't died.

"What?" I almost didn't even hear my own voice.

"I've known for 20 years that you're my mate and loved you for even longer before that. Guess the cauldron really wanted to fuck us over." He walked back over to the side of the bed and sat back down in his original spot. He let out a sigh of defeat. 

"How could you not tell me?" Tears rolled down my face. 

"You didn't tell me either..." I almost rolled my eyes. I had my reasons, I wanted to know his. He must have picked up that I wanted a legitimate answer. 

"I... Wanted you to love me, for me. Not because we were mates." He looked down at his hands folded in his lap.

"Rhys..." I pleaded him to look at me. "Rhysand." He lifted his head finally. "You're my best friend. I am lost without you. Sometimes I-I feel I cannot breathe without you. My heart beats for you," pushing through the pain I moved to the side of my bed. I grabbed his hand and placed it over my heart. "It has always beat for you."

"You are my everything," he replies, taking my own hand and placing it upon his heart as well. It felt as if our heart's were both beating erratically in sync. He leaned forward till our foreheads were pressed together. My eyes closed on instinct, the tears still rolled down my cheeks.

"I thought I lost you. I have never been more terrified in my entire life," he whispered, his voice cracking slightly.

"I am here." I pulled away only an inch. I placed my other hand on the side of his face, beckoning him to look my in the eyes. "I am not going anywhere."

"I love you with everything that I am. I cannot live without you. My heart calls your name." He wiped the tears from my face before pressing our lips together.

Acotar Masterlist

[celestialhole]

Simon Riley x GN!reader headcanons

Warnings: Contains NSFW content below the cut, read at your own risk! Sorta proofread, random as fuck but here's your din din. Thinking about Simon Riley who uses his kids as weights for him to lift while working out. Just for fun. He likes hearing his kids laugh and giggle. Simon Riley who gets hella annoyed when your family/extended family buys so much crap for the kids. "The bloody hell they need this for? Don't we already have the damn pool outside!?" Simon looked down at the huge box in their living room, it was a goddamn bouncy house for the little ones. "I dunno Si. We can put it in the frontyar-" "WE ALREADY HAVE THE BALL PIT OUTSIDE!"

Never really celebrated his birthday before meeting you. You started giving him presents, taking him out, and taking him back to hotels (or your home) to ride him til' dawn. Now that you have little ones you all plan a small birthday party for him since he's old and grumpy. You give him one of his favorite desserts, have all the kids pile on him, and show him some love it resulted in him counting to 5 before chasing them all down while you record all of it.

Will fantasize about what life could've been like if his family were still here with him, what it could've been like if they had lived long enough to meet you. He's sure his Mother and Nephew would've loved you, and his brother would tease him n' say something like, "Now you know how it feels, it ain't as bad as you thought huh?" He wished to God he'd get to experience that in another lifetime. In my world, he doesn't celebrate Christmas and we know damn well why. If he's been with you for a long time he'll find a way to make something for you to make it special or he'll buy you something you mentioned wanting a few weeks or months back. But don't expect him to place a big ass tree in his apartment. If you manage to convince him to buy a tree he'll buy it and maybe a few ornaments he likes but the rest you're buying. Riley totally tore that bitch up and trust me, he tried to stop her but it was too early in the morning for that and he didn't want the tree anyways so he just sighs, puts some tea on the kettle grabs his reading glasses and his favorite book, and just relaxes on the couch as his military dog is tearing up your 350$ Christmas tree. "Jesus fucking Christ what happened in here!?" You stumbled over an ornament as you walked into the living room. Simon was chilling peacefully on the couch as Riley held a broken branch in her mouth and they both looked as if there wasn't a shit tone of ornaments and small pieces of the tree everywhere. It looked like a cluster fuck in your living room. "Tree became a chew toy," Simon mumbled. "I can see that.. And you didn't stop her?!" You narrowed your eyes at him. "Tried to, then it fell and I gave up," Simon took a sip of his tea and turned a page of the book he was reading. "Oh for fucks sake Simon.." You rubbed your eyes and leaned against the wall. He glanced up at you from the couch with an amused smile and looked back down at his book. "...This is what happens when we don't listen to Simon says-" "I'm kicking you and Riley out." You cut him off.

I see this man with an uncut shave because he's too lazy for that shit, however, if he notices he has a whole ass fucking jungle down there he'll trim it and then leave it alone for another 5 months. A solid 7 inches when soft and hard. Girth? Lots of it. Saggy balls. The type of man who doesn't notice when you get something done (hair, nails, etc). When you ask him if he notices anything different he'll immediately look at your ass to see if those squats did you any good. Speaking of your ass he loves your ass. Flat or thick he's smacking it when he casually walks past you. If you're plus-sized or just thicc it's even better. Don't ever bend over with this man in your perimeter. And it's even worse when you're in front of him and walking up the stairs cause he's staring hard at it. When you bend over he's smacking it, groping it, caressing it, and if he's really bold he's sneaking a quick hump against it. It's all shits and giggles till he's in that position. And you never hold back either. Now he doesn't trust walking up the stairs in front of you because you won't stop poking his ass and he hates it he loves you anyways. Call him daddy and he's not gonna speak or look at you for the rest of the day. You've made him spiritually nauseous good job. HE'S A BODY MAN BUT IN MY WORLD HE'S A THIGH AND TUMMY MAN! Also, I can see him being obsessed with ya nipple piercings if you ever got them. But nipple piercings are one thing, a genital piercing IS ANOTHER THING. Mutual masturbation is a must on the weekend mornings. He'll wake you up with pepper kisses to your neck while his hand is rubbing your tummy, when you wake up he'll gradually run his hands over your chest and pinch your nipple before moving his hand down to caress your arousal. He sucks the skin on your shoulder and neck to pleasure you and when you turn over to stroke his already hardened cock, he groans and moves his hips to slowly thrust his cock along your hand while his fingers slowly speed up. Now imagine his groans + his morning voice. This man loves you with every fiber of his being and tries his very best to make sure you know he loves you no matter what, so don't even think about asking him if he'll still love you as a worm. He'll keep you safely tucked in the pocket of his shirt and feed you noodles. He doesn't give two shits if you're hairy, plus-sized, or "unattractive". He'll cross the Amazon or even Antarctica to eat your ass I'm just saying. Don't protest or even speak, just bend over and let him have fun with his beautiful partner.

[thegreyunderstanding]

Praying Drunk

Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk.

Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks.

I ought to start with praise, but praise

comes hard to me. I stutter. Did I tell you

about the woman whom I taught, in bed,

this prayer? It starts with praise; the simple form

keeps things in order. I hear from her sometimes.

Do you? And after love, when I was hungry,

I said, Make me something to eat. She yelled,

Poof! You’re a casserole!—and laughed so hard

she fell out of the bed. Take care of her.

Next, confession—the dreary part. At night

deer drift from the dark woods and eat my garden.

They’re like enormous rats on stilts except,

of course, they’re beautiful. But why? What makes

them beautiful? I haven’t shot one yet.

I might. When I was twelve, I’d ride my bike

out to the dump and shoot the rats. It’s hard

to kill your rats, our Father. You have to use

a hollow point and hit them solidly.

A leg is not enough. The rat won’t pause.

Yeep! Yeep! it screams, and scrabbles, three-legged, back

into the trash, and I would feel a little bad

to kill something that wants to live

more savagely than I do, even if

it’s just a rat. My garden’s vanishing.

Perhaps I’ll merely plant more beans, though that

might mean more beautiful and hungry deer.

Who knows?

I’m sorry for the times I’ve driven

home past a black, enormous, twilight ridge.

Crested with mist, it looked like a giant wave

about to break and sweep across the valley,

and in my loneliness and fear I’ve thought,

O let it come and wash the whole world clean.

Forgive me. This is my favorite sin: despair—

whose love I celebrate with wine and prayer.

Our Father, thank you for all the birds and trees,

that nature stuff. I’m grateful for good health,

food, air, some laughs, and all the other things

I’m grateful that I’ve never had to do

without. I have confused myself. I’m glad

there’s not a rattrap large enough for deer.

While at the zoo last week, I sat and wept

when I saw one elephant insert his trunk

into another’s ass, pull out a lump,

and whip it back and forth impatiently

to free the goodies hidden in the lump.

I could have let it mean most anything,

but I was stunned again at just how little

we ask for in our lives. Don’t look! Don’t look!

Two young nuns tried to herd their giggling

schoolkids away. Line up, they called. Let’s go

and watch the monkeys in the monkey house.

I laughed, and got a dirty look. Dear Lord,

we lurch from metaphor to metaphor,

which is—let it be so—a form of praying.

I’m usually asleep by now—the time

for supplication. Requests. As if I’d stayed

up late and called the radio and asked

they play a sentimental song. Embarrassed.

I want a lot of money and a woman.

And, also, I want vanishing cream. You know—

a character like Popeye rubs it on

and disappears. Although you see right through him,

he’s there. He chuckles, stumbles into things,

and smoke that’s clearly visible escapes

from his invisible pipe. It makes me think,

sometimes, of you. What makes me think of me

is the poor jerk who wanders out on air

and then looks down. Below his feet, he sees

eternity, and suddenly his shoes

no longer work on nothingness, and down

he goes. As I fall past, remember me.

- Andrew Hudgins

[bigwishes]

Special Beef Up

A special request for @yffrit​, something that really kickstarted some stuff around here for the past few days, but its time to get to my buddy’s own transformation.

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You were lying in bed first thing in the morning stretching and groaning. Reluctantly you pulled your skinny frame out of your bed. If given the choice you would have stayed there all day but you had an interview in a little over 2 hours and it was time t get ready.

You groggily pulled yourself up towards your bathroom and stripped off to take a shower. At first the cold water was jarring to your skinny body, the lack of any real meat behind you meant your teeth almost began chattering as soon as you stepped under the water, but as the water began to warm up the harsh environment of your shower became welcoming and comfortable.

Still half asleep you began washing yourself as normal, as the water and soap fell off your small body a scent of flowers was left behind. You saw a small brown spot on the knuckle of your thumb. You thought it was odd, as you hadn’t even don’t anything today but took to scrubbing it just the same, but it wouldn’t come off. As you continued trying to scrub it the spot became darker each time the soap washed off, the spot even began to become larger, spreading from your thumb knuckle to your entire thumb at this point. A sharp pain coursed through your hand causing you to drop the soap and grasp your wrist with your free hand. You watched in shock as your thumb became slightly larger, the new coloured skin began to spread from your thumb to your entire hand. Your whole hand swelled in size, going from thin skins and bones to a thick beefy black hand. It quickly spread up your forearm and you felt the muscle and sinew swell out and inflate with blood. As the transformation spread down under the hand holding your wrist it too began to change. You lowered both your arms to your side and watched the transformation make its way all over your body apart from your face. You looked down at your new black skin tone, an entire colour palette away from your old body. Seconds later you felt your blood pumping and your muscles enlarging. Biceps, triceps, shoulders, pecs, every muscle in your body grew larger and larger by the second. Your legs transformed into monstrous tree trunks. Your felt your ass swell up and your dick enlarge bigger than you’ve ever seen it. Finally the transformation ran up your throat and onto your face. You felt the bones in your face contort and reshape forming a completely new face and you stepped out of the shower as someone entirely new.

No longer a skinny white boy, now you had become a big black hunk. You dressed yourself in any clothes that would fit. What was once extremely loose activewear was now skin tight and chaffed with every movement.

You didn’t realise you spent almost the entire 2 hours in that shower transforming, it felt like barely a few minutes. You ran to your door stopping holding the handle, you paused realising even if you went to this interview they wouldn’t know who you were, you didn’t match any of the pictures you sent in and you had no idea if this was the end of your transformation or not. You texted the job agency you were sick and decided to stay home. It was the best you could think of, you’d come up with a plan on how to adjust to this new life once you were sure the transformation was over.

Little did you know your own front door was the path to your fate, and by choosing to stay at home you rejected the enormous bodybuilder god body that awaited you outside...

You took off your shirt and began to strut around your house half naked, flexing in every minor reflection you saw, As you reached your kitchen you flexed in the distorted reflection of your meta fridge, your stomach grumbled. Realising you never had breakfast and how whatever happened to your probably left your body lacking something, you opened your fridge to find all your food replaced with high end protein shakes, bars and snacks. You loaded up your massive arms with as much as you could carry and headed to your lounge room to watch tv and enjoy this big protein breakfast.

You turned on the TV, cracked open a protein shake and tore the wrapper off a dark chocolate protein bar. Indulging yourself felt so good, to finally satisfy your hunger and feel the protein pump up your muscles. As soon as you finished the pre bottled protein shake you quickly cracked open the next and tore the next bar open. This time you sculled the shake and finished the bar in two bites, you moaned like you had just finished a long over due meal. You reached for the next shake on your coffee table, pushing the 500ml bottle aside for the 1 litre one instead, You opened the bag of protein snack cookies, a bag meant to last a regular guy a weeks worth of snacking but you shoved your hand in and began to put as many cookies in your mouth in between mouthfuls of shake. Before every short scattered breath was a short deep burp. You felt the shake drip down your new beard but you wiped it away with your bare forearm. As you continued you felt your muscle pump up larger, your whole body was growing heavier. You began to sweat and you felt that sweat run off your body and seep into the couch under you. It was only after you had devoured you feast of protein that you truly noticed your final changes.

You stood up off the couch and heard the cluttering of empty plastic bottles fall to the ground and aluminium wrappers crunch under your ass as you stood up. You saw your new reflection in a mirror at the other end of the room, long gone was that athletic body you were gifted with this morning, You had now become something much larger.

Choosing to stay home had sealed your fate to become a big bulky muscle pig...

You felt up your new size, you couldn’t deny this much bulk was turning you on. You reached down trying to test out the new dick size you gained this morning but the bulky body made it incredibly difficult to reach. Your hands found their way to your big muscle gut, you rubbed it hoping it’d ease to intense protein bloat you were suffering from but instead it just caused you to notice to protein bar wrapper stuck on your waist, you peeled it off and dropped it on the ground noticing a second on your inner thigh but just like your dick the enormous bulk you were carrying made it impossible to reach. You waddled your huge body to the bathroom to try and get some leverage and a better look to get it off. Sweat dripping off you with each step.

When you got to the bathroom you couldn’t help but simply stare at your reflection, you were so much bigger up close, the smell that was lingering around you finally began to set it, you smelt like an entire pro football team after a championship game. Without meaning to a massive belch slipped out of your mouth fogging up the bathroom mirror.

In that moment it finally set in what you had become, nothing more than a fucking hulking stinking muscle pig...

[madhatterbri]

Shakedown | Mafia!HOOK

Summary: The Perry family take you from Tyler with help from the inside.

@99hook @shawtys-things

"Have you heard the news?" Taz asked taking a few puffs from his cigar. He placed the cigar on the ashtray and looked at his son. The smoke caused a haze above their table. He noted his son's silence that he hadn't. "Jack and his family of low life criminals have been spotted around New York,"

Tyler tensed at the news. He had been careless the last few days with taking his girl out. He thought about all the places they visited. All the places Jack and his men could have been hiding. He cursed inwardly at his own foolishness. A glimmer of hope cast over him. Maybe they hadn't been around long.

"How long?"

"The boys are saying three days. Could be more or less. He must have drove from LA this time," Taz answered and leaned back in his chair. He stared at his son noting his worried expression. "Where is your name?"

"At school. Anthony is there like usual," he answered feeling sheepish. HOOK knew he messed up. He didn't need a whole ass lecture about it.

"Make sure you alert Anthony that Jack is back. Maybe have them come here right after class," Taz advised. Right now he needed to make sure Jack wasn't poking around where he shouldn't be.

🖤

You smiled seeing Anthony at the car. He always waited patiently for you no matter how long or short your classes ran. He was scrolling through his phone while he leaned against the car. His normal happy expression shrouded in worry.

"Hey, Anthony. Is everything okay?" You asked.

"Bad news. Boss man is telling me to get you to one of the safe houses. New York got a visitor you don't want to be acquainted with," he broke the news to you. You frowned.

"But St. Marks isn't too far from here. Couldn't we go back home?"

"We don't know if any of his men infiltrated the place yet," he answered while opening the door for you.

"Is Tyler gonna visit us there?" You asked hopefully while throwing your bookbag in the backseat. You slid inside the car.

"That's the plan,"

🖤

Tyler noticed the time and immediately started to worry. He couldn't get a hold of Anthony or his girlfriend. A couple of his men drove around NYU but hadn't seen you. They talked the professor who informed them you left with Anthony hours ago.

"Son, this isn't like Anthony. We may have to accept the fact that-"

"He wouldn't betray me. I told him to come here as soon as he got her. Class ran late or something," he snapped at his father. He rested his head on his hands. His fingers pulled his hair as the stress took over.

"You gotta think with your mind and not your heart. Every second you treating Anthony like he didn't betray you is another second your name could be out there in danger,"

🖤

"We are here," Anthony informed you after the long car ride. You kicked yourself for leaving your phone back home. It was weird. You left in on the nightstand last night and this morning it was gone. Maybe it fell under the bed while you slept.

He stepped out of the car and opened the door for you. You thanked him and walked out seeing the safe house.

The house was made of brick surrounded by tall pine trees. There was no windows and lots of security cameras. Several armored cars were already parked near the house.

"Tyler never mentioned this one to me before," you pointed out. You thought you had visited all the ones his family owned. This one was certainly not as modern as the rest but it seemed cozy.

"Come on. Let's get you inside. It's a little chilly out here," Anthony offered while extending his arm towards the house. You walked towards the door with your stomach tied in knots. Something was off about this situation. None of HOOK's men were outside.

You stopped just before the stairs on to the porch. He stopped right behind you.

"I don't think we are at the right place. I want to go to St. Marks. I-" you stopped once you turned around. Anthony's gun was pointed at you. Your mouth fell open in shock.

"Why?"

"Enough. Get up the stairs and knock on the door. He's been expecting you," he ordered and flicked his gun towards you. You turned around and slowly walked up the stairs. Before you could knock on the door a man answered it.

His brown hair pushed back into a bun. His brown eyes stared down at you. You hadn't seen this man before in your dealings with HOOK.

"You must be your name. I'm Jack and I've been dying to meet you," he greeted.

🖤

"I'm really sorry, Taz. We tried tailing them but he used the traffic to get rid of us. They were going out somewhere Northwest," the driver spoke through the cellphone speaker. HOOK slammed his fist in the table. He breathed heavily and crossed his arms to control himself.

"How did your name look?"

"Like everything was okay. I'm sure Anthony was feeding her some mess. We are gonna keep our eyes open. We got an informant telling us where they went. We will keep you posted," the driver assured and hung up. The twisted pain of betrayal weighed heavily.

"Son, calm down. We are doing everything we can to locate her," Taz promised. Tyler remained motionless until his cell phone rang. He grabbed the phone from his back pocket. The screen lit up the last name he wanted to see.

Anthony

"Where the fuck is she?" Tyler barked into the phone.

🖤

Tyler's voice through the phone sprung tears to your eyes. He sounded so upset and you couldn't be there to help him. You looked at Jack as a tear slid down your cheek.

"Now see you are going to make her cry. Is that what you want?" Jack asked with annoyance over the phone. He stared at you. "Tell him you are fine with his friends Anthony and Jack,"

"I... I'm fine, Ty," you stuttered afraid of what he would do if you hadn't cooperated. For now you were sitting on a couch surrounded by Anthony and several of Jack's men.

"Enough games, Perry. Where is she?" Tyler demanded.

"You weren't any good at hide and seek were you? You know you wasted Anthony as a babysitter for your little girlfriend. He really is a jack of all trades," he complimented the man that betrayed the Senerchia family. "But look it's late. Let me call you in the morning and we can settle this like men then,"

"Tell me where you are now and we can settle it when I get there,"

Jack yawned and rubbed his eyes.

"Patience, young Tyler. Good night,"

🖤

Once Jack ended the call someone called his dad. Tyler hoped it would be information regarding Jack's whereabouts. Sure enough he was in luck. In a matter of minutes he was driving to her location. The GPS said he would be there in a few hours.

"Just hold on, your name," he whispered as the driver sped through New York.

🖤

Jack left you on the couch while he conducted business. Your hands tied in front of your body. He didn't trust you to be alone by the front door. A man stayed with you to watch you. With no windows the thought of escaping seemed small.

Anthony appeared in the room. Ever since he betrayed you he hadn't been able to look at you. The betrayal ate you up and you had one simple question for him.

"Why?" You asked him. Your voice so small and innocent. That was exactly how you felt. None of this revolved around you. You just happened to be dating the son of a very important man. "Why didn't you tell him you didn't want to watch me anymore? Was it something I did?"

He flinched at your words. You weren't going to understand. This was a man's game and you were just a silly little pawn.

"Shut her up," he ordered one of the men in the room.

"Gladly," the man laughed and placed a piece of silver tape over your mouth.

🖤

"He's here," Jack yelled running through the front door. Tires screeched outside signaling HOOK's arrival. Before you could think Jack was dragging you outside. A gun pointed at your back.

The SUVs parked outside in a half circle. Tyler stood in front of them. Their lights showing him brightly.

"No daddy here to protect you? I'm shocked," Jack announced while grabbing your hair and pulling back. You yelped in pain against the tape as he forced you to walk towards Tyler. HOOK's men raised their guns trying to get a clear shot at Jack but he used you as a shield.

"What do you want Jack?" HOOK asked. "Give her to me and it's yours,"

"I want the Senerchia family to be no more. The Perry family will reign Supreme. My dad couldn't do it before he died and now it's my turn," Jack spoke his terms for your safety. You shook your head. You knew how hard his family worked to build their empire.

"Deal. We will pack everything up here and you will have all our point of contacts," Tyler agreed.

"You think I'm stupid? I want you and daddy swimming with the fishes. I want the Senerchia name gone from the mafia history books. When anyone says your name they will think of me and remember my face as the one that brought you down. You and your daddy are noth-," Jack was suddenly silenced once your elbow connected to his stomach. He doubled over in pain allowing you a chance at freedom. You ran towards Tyler. His arms wide open to grab you.

Before they were able to shoot Jack a reinforced car pulled up in front of him. Anthony yelled for him to get in and they drove off in a matter of seconds. Jack escaped but you were safe. That was all HOOK cared about. You buried your face in his chest and cried.

"Let's get you home," he whispered as he untied your hands. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he carried you bridal style to the car.

🖤

"We almost had him!" Jack yelled in the car. "Why did you do that?"

"You think he was going to let you getaway with taking his girl? You were going to be gone and the Perry name left in shambles," Anthony reasoned. "Don't worry. I know all of New York like the back of my hand. You'll get your kingdom and I'll get my revenge,"

Anthony stared off into the distance getting further away from his ex best friend.

[underthenightskydreamsneverdie]

A Snack by the Lake, Part 3

Summary: Sebastian and MC have a nice ending to their picnic 

Pairings: Sebastian and f!MC 

Warnings: 18+, public sex, unprotected sex

Word count: 684

A/N: Huge thanks to @pugsnotdrugs92 for inspiring this entire thing. It was a joy to write and a greater joy to share.  Part one and two ICYMI

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“Fuck, Princess if I had known this is what you had in mind when you suggested this picnic, I wouldn’t have told Ominis ab - oh fuck.” His words were cut off as she sunk down on him, her walls squeezing him the whole way down before she relaxed in his lap.

“You told him? You better hope he doesn’t come looking for us.” 

“If he does, I'm not stopping.” He had already begun slowly thrusting into her, the soft flesh of her ass just barely lifting from his body. Pressing on his legs she propped herself up, giving him room to thrust harder, faster, his hands gripping hard at her waist, holding her up. 

Sebastian kept up his quickened pace, dipping his head to rest on her shoulder, groaning against the skin of her neck, running his tongue along the shell of her ear. Her loud moans, her nails digging into his thighs, and the heavenly view of his cock disappearing into her were quickly pushing him closer to the precipice of his orgasm.

Lost in the pleasure Sebastian was giving her, her mind barely registered the sight of a blonde form making its way to them, the green of his robes shining in the sun, followed by a small group of figures distinguishable only by the peeks of the other houses' colors as their robes blew in the slight breeze. 

“Fuck, Sebastian, they’ve found us.” 

He froze for a few seconds, his head lifting off her neck, looking in the same direction as her. 

“Sebastian, keep going. They’re far enough away, I know you’re close, baby, I need you to cum inside me.”

It didn’t take much, the idea of being caught by them and her pleading sending him over the edge in less than a minute. His teeth clenched in an attempt to muffle his deep guttural groans as he spilled his load inside her, his hips never ceasing their movement. 

Sebastian didn’t bother to look over to see how close their friends were now, the pace of his thrust increasing. He knew they were getting very close, but so was she, her uncontrollable moans getting louder by the second.

“Listen to you, Princess, moaning so beautifully for me. You don’t even care if they catch us, do you? Come on baby, be my good little slut, cum on my cock in front of all our friends.” 

It was a demand that she happily obeyed, his name slipping from her lips as he slammed himself into her. Whimpering as her orgasm began, her eyes rolling back, Sebastian quickly threw his hand over her mouth, knowing the whole fucking castle would hear her screams if he didn’t. 

He fucked her through wave after wave, cooing in her ear as he did. “Good girl, such a good slut for me.” As she fell back against him in a boneless heap he spoke again.

“I know you’re tired but they’re getting too close, Princess. If I don’t pull out of you now I won’t get the chance, and then I really will have to fuck you again, right in front of them. You’re not ready for that are you, love? Me neither. No one else gets to know what a good girl you are for me.” He lifted her up, slipping out of her, setting her down in the grass between his legs, using the pleats of her skirt to cover his lap as he hastily tucked himself back into his pants. Around the tree, their friends settled down in the grass, absorbed in their conversations. Sebastian leaned forward, curling his body over MCs, wrapping her in his arms, pressing soft kisses to her face. 

“I love you, Princess.” 

She felt a breeze across her legs and realized she hadn’t had time to fix her panties before their friends had arrived, feeling Sebastians seed dripping out of her, pooling in the grass underneath her as he whispered to her. Blushing hard, adjusting her skirt to cover herself a little more, she whispered back. 

“I love you too, Sebby. I’m glad we had this picnic today.” 

[spideycals]

hi i saw your post about you being from Gaza, and I was wondering what I (someone who lives in the States) could do to help Everyone there? I want to help but I’m not quite sure how to? Especially since I’m barely managing to afford my apartment right now, so I don’t have a ton of money I can give

there are a couple of things!

1- You can donate an e-sim using an app called nomad! e-sims are crucial cause gaza is cut out of internet and e-sims help give some of them internet

2- since you mentioned not being able to donate, you can POST!!!!!! posting is SO IMPORTANT! it helps educate and keep the conversation alive, I promise if you think it doesn't reach anyone, it does, even a like can help a post. (Im NOT kidding, we found out that 3 of my cousins are alive after the house fell on them and they became orphaned thanks to instagram, they're kids and one of them doesn't even talk yet)

3- You can call government officials and demand a ceasefire!! since you live in the US, your taxes are funding the genocide. This would probably bother you!!! Call your state official or whoever you can get in contact with and just say "CEASEFIRE IN GAZA" or anything really and hang up

4- EVERY VOTE MATTERS. DONT VOTE FOR GENOCIDAL JOE!!! i understand that you'd rather have joe than trump but i suggest looking into other options than the one who's funding a genocide in gaza!

5- Donate whatever you can, help spread the word, dont let my people die.

6- Educate yourself and others. When a whole ass "country" tries to take out a group of people, i think it is important to keep the culture alive, we love to share our culture and traditions!!! We are more than the occupation.

7- daily click!!!! one click a day helps Palestine! (link in the word daily click)

Thank you SO much for asking this question, dont feel bad about not being able to donate, i swear posting about it is more than enough especially since Israel keeps killing journalists! I recommend learning more about our struggles (and palestinians in general) with israel and our history, we are more than just a number, we have hopes and dreams and we love our beautiful land more than anything. We are resilient just like our olive trees.

[garf-lover96]

i know about fagottino... and i thought

fagottino prezioso... cat...

rowan and pepi...

how does rowan act with pepi

i thought about this ask for more than a second and decided that answering this question for ALL the familiars would be more interesting. also you read my mind again because i swear i was thinking about Rowan spending time with Pepi the day before you sent it omfg

Pepi: he visits Portia's cottage to hang out with her and Pepi equally. makes sure to always bring her a treat and occasionally a new toy. sweeps her up into his arms and smothers her in kisses and compliments as a greeting 'ojjjj Pepitka how radiant you are today :)'. also lets her loaf on him for hours. Bluebell loves playing with her too, they chase each other around a bunch

Malak: Rowan makes sure that he and Julian bond with each other enough, he really wants to help them understand each other better. but he also coddles him soooooo much and it kind of pisses Julian off when he takes the bird's side in a conflict....... i mean, he is a bird guy, what did you expect. Bluebell was initially pretty nervous around him but she got over it and they're besties now! they just bicker sometimes as housemates do

Faust: long term besties! Rowan has a soft spot for reptiles because of her. loves her silly little tongue and her body texture so he doesn't mind her squeezing him, also is willing to let her hang out on him like he's a tree at all times. a little too squeamish to feed her a dead rat himself but is fascinated by the way she just..... gulps them down. woah..? really loves babying her and calling her silly nicknames as well. Bluebell and Faust are like that photo of a snake hanging from a roof and squeezing a bird but /pos /affectionate (Rowan and Bluebell are both very squeezable)

Melchior and Mercedes: (i'm assuming the dogs stayed at the palace after Lucio was exiled??? there was no mention of what happened to them in Julian's route so..) Rowan actually goes out of his way to visit and play with them, he adores them so much. literally fell in love with them at first sight. they're precious angels that can do no evil. he'd roll around in mud with them if that would make them happy. Bluebell likes to get them riled up and fly away immediately after so she doesn't get caught by the JAWS

Chandra: he was a little stiff around her at first??? imagine going to a bird playdate with your trusty little magpie and the other bird looks like a smaller version of a biblically accurate angel. he warmed up to her after a few visits and pets her freely now. likes holding her in his lap and watching her head turn to insane angles. Bluebell's a little jealous of her glamour...

Inanna: he doesn't visit Muriel all that much so he's not used to being around her. he's still scared that she'll bite his face off and prefers to let her approach first if she feels like it. he goes pretty stiff while petting her too... i mean my god why does this guy have a whole ass wolf living in a house with him, it makes him uneasy. Bluebell stays away from her, she wouldn't risk being eaten

animals. love them so much

[rea-grimm]

My dragon warrior 1

There are two worlds. Ours, and then a world where everyone has the name of their soul mate on their wrist. Under special circumstances, you find yourself in the other world. You don't know where you are or how to get home. On your journey, you meet a blue dragon who will guide you and protect you from danger.

Hanzo x Reader

It was finally vacation time, and you had plans to go to the country to see your grandmother. You were quite looking forward to escaping the hustle and bustle of the big city and all those toxic friends and acquaintances. You packed up the new books you'd been planning to finally read.

You've always loved this place. When you were younger, your grandmother told you about the supernatural and dragons, and that passion has stayed with you ever since. When you were younger, it all seemed real, but now that you were older, you knew it was just fairy tales. But that didn't stop you from dreaming about it.

After a week or so, you got bored with Grandma's. It was nice that it was quiet, but this was too much. Besides, Grandma lived almost a mile from town, and it wasn't much better there. So out of boredom, you thought you'd search your grandmother's house. Maybe you'll find something interesting, like old photos.

You'd gone through almost the whole house by the time you got to the last door. This door was completely different from the rest of the house. It was made of wood and covered with all sorts of symbols. You took the handle and tried to open it, but nothing. The door was locked. 

But that didn't deter you, and besides, living in the city had prepared you for a lot of things. For example, how to get through locked locks. You dove for the tools you needed, and the lock didn't stand a chance. When you got into the room, it was like a whole other world. 

Wooden walls and stone floors dominated by bookcases and a giant wooden desk in the middle of the room. All sorts of crystals and precious stones were strewn among the books. On the table was an open box that resembled a jewel box, glass containers of coloured liquids, and a very small skeleton. 

At first, you thought it was a snake or a lizard, but it could be neither. It had a long body like a snake, but it also had legs and a mouth full of teeth. Some kind of extremely long lizard? You had absolutely no idea what it could be.

You flipped through a few more books whose writing made no sense before you focused on the jewellery box. Carefully, you picked up the small box and opened it. Inside was a silver chain with a sapphire in the very centre, surrounded by multiple smaller gems. It was pretty, delicate and elegant. Something you'd wear to the prom. 

You carefully took the necklace out and tried it around your neck, how would it look on you? You just pinned it around your neck when you noticed a new detail on it. It looked like light was coming out of the sapphire. Faint at first, but gradually growing stronger. At first, you thought you were dreaming, but in a flash the light became so intense you had to cover your eyes in fear of going blind.

When the light finally faded, you felt dizzy and light-headed. You fell to the ground and had a mini-shock as your hands sank into the dew-adorned grass. You sat up better and rubbed your eyes with wet hands. Had you hit your head and dreamt all this? You dismissed that thought immediately, as the dew was real and made your ass cold. 

You were immediately on your feet and looking around. You were standing in the middle of a meadow or a huge garden, where a stone fence ran the length of which rose pink flowering cherry trees and various smaller shrubs. When you got a better look, you noticed that there was a narrow path of stones just a few yards away.

You didn't want to stand in the open, so you walked closer to the fence instead. You were looking at the cherry blossoms when an arrow landed at your foot. You froze when you realised how close it was, and it's a wonder it didn't hit you. 

You didn't have to think twice and ran away as fast as you could. You ran as fast as your legs would carry you in a completely random direction. As far away from the danger as possible. But you'd barely run a hundred yards when you saw a dark shadow out of the corner of your eye before you were knocked face-first to the ground. 

Before you could recover, someone turned you around and put an arrow between your eyes. The someone was a young man, about your age if not a few years older, but not much older with long black hair. Definitely Asian in appearance. That's all you could say for sure.

"Who are you and what are you doing here?!" He asked you in Japanese, looking you over with stern eyes. Truth be told, you were at a loss for words. How could you have gotten anywhere in Japan from your grandmother? 

It didn't make sense. Before you could answer, another young man appeared. He was younger than the one pointing the arrow at you and had green hair, but there was definitely a resemblance between them. Brothers, maybe?

"Who do you have here? She's quite pretty, isn't she?" the green-haired youth began. The other looked at him sternly before turning his attention back to you.

"I asked you a question. Who are you and what are you doing here?" He repeated sternly.

"I-I-I'm Y/N. I w-want to go home, and I-don't-know-where-I-am-or-how-I-got-here ," you replied in broken Japanese. Now you were grateful you had chosen that language at school, but you had your doubts that it would help you get out of here.

"Come on, Hanzo, put the bow down. You're making the poor guy stutter in fear," the green haired boy said before turning to his brother, who finally lowered the bow and put the arrow away before leaning down to help you to your feet.

"I'm Hanzo and this is my younger brother, Genji," the one who almost shot you down introduced himself, bowing slightly.

"I'm Y/N," you replied, mimicking his bow. "Can I ask a question?" You asked. Hanzo looked up and nodded his head to indicate that he was listening. "Where am I, anyway?" You asked, and Hanzo assumed from your expression that you were serious and launched into a description. He spoke quickly and fluently, but you only picked up a few words like castle, garden, and Japan from his narration.

"Where are you from?" he asked, since you'd been saying you didn't know where you were all along, and judging by your terrible Japanese. You didn't see anything wrong with the truth, so you told him. You saw him measure you with his eyes before he just nodded his head. He must have known you were telling the truth by the way you were dressed and the way you were acting.

After that little introduction, Hanzo took you inside the giant mansion. There he told you about his family, which had a long and complicated history, and the dragons they had in their signs. His story almost made you feel like the dragons were real here. 

You stopped in front of a giant tapestry that covered an entire wall and had two dragons on it. One was blue and the other was green. They were in the air and it looked like they were chasing or fighting. It was so beautifully depicted that you got the impression that they were going to fly out of the painting and fly around at any moment.

"The legend of the two great dragon brothers. The dragon of the north wind and the dragon of the south wind. Together they maintained balance and harmony in the heavens.

But the two brothers argued over who could better rule their land. Their quarrel turned to rage, and their violent fight darkened the sky until the South Wind Dragon struck down his brother, who fell to the ground and shattered the earth. The Dragon of the South Wind was victorious, but as time passed and he realized his loneliness, the sweetness of victory turned to ashes.

For years the grief of the forsaken dragon had cast the world into discord, and he knew only bitterness and sorrow. One day a stranger called to the dragon and asked, "O Dragon Lord, why are you so upset?" The dragon said to him: "Seeking power, I killed my brother, but without him I am lost." The stranger replied, "You have dealt yourself wounds... but now you must heal. Walk the earth on two feet like me; find value in humility. Then you will find peace."

The dragon knelt on the ground. For the first time, he was able to see the world around him clearly and became human. The stranger proved to be his fallen brother; they reunited and set out to rebuild what they had once destroyed... " Hanzo retold the legend of this tapestry. 

You devoured his every word and felt as if the dragons on the tapestry were moving to present the story to you themselves. Then you went on your way and Hanzo showed you other tapestries with dragons and when he saw your interest, he started to tell you interesting things about them as well. For example, how to treat them when you encounter one.

"If you ever come across a dragon, it's important to show it respect. The best way to do that is to bow to it. The dragon has to bow afterwards." That was one of the few things you remembered about dragons.

"Wow, so dragons are actually real here?" you marvelled as you partially processed his words.

"They're few, but they're here," Hanzo nodded to you. Your eyes sparkled with excitement, and you felt like you had discovered the eighth wonder of the world, and you came away feeling part Alice when she went down the rabbit hole into Wonderland. You didn't even notice the smile your guide was looking at you with.

After a basic tour of the house and information about dragons, you headed out into the garden again. Hanzo was supposed to be having archery practice now, and you felt like you were keeping him from it. Besides, you always admired those who could shoot a bow. And so it was that you sat on a small bench and watched him shoot perfectly into the centre of the target. You noticed that his brother was practising with a sword at a wooden dummy a little further away. 

Moments later, the wind began to blow and Hanzo's long hair blew in his eyes. Shimada lowered his bow, planning to take a little break. If he couldn't see, he couldn't shoot. Something came to mind. You had your hair tied up with a scarf

But it was more for beauty than to hold your hair. You untied it and handed it to Hanzo. He was hesitant to take it at first, but when he saw that you insisted, he took it. With his help, he tied his hair up in a ponytail so it wasn't in the way.

You had to admit that you were comfortable with Hanzo, and with him by your side you almost forgot the fact that you were in another unknown world and had no idea how to get back home. He even surprised you with an offer where you could stay at their house until you could figure out how to get back home. You were so touched that you had to hug him. Shimada stiffened under your hug before he smiled and patted your back.

That evening, Hanzo showed you to your room, which was much bigger than what you had at home. It was neatly cleaned and decorated in the local style. It even had a balcony. That's where you both headed. You leaned against the railing and watched the stars rise. Your hand drifted down to the pendant around your neck. You looked at the stone, which was no longer white and was almost completely stained in its original colour.

"Do they look the same as in your world?" Hanzo broke the silence.

"I think so," you replied, looking at him. Only now did you realize how close he was standing next to you. His fingers lightly touched yours before he took your hand and pulled it to his mouth and kissed you gently on the knuckles. 

You had no idea how to react. No one in your world had ever tried that on you before. That's why you did the first thing you could think of. You leaned in and kissed him on the lips. You thought you'd just kiss him and pull away, but he obviously had other plans. He let go of your hand and wrapped his arms around your waist to hold you close and extend the kiss even further. You felt like his lips fit perfectly on yours.

You didn't want the moment to end, but nothing lasted forever. When you pulled away, Shimada stroked your cheek as his eyes focused on your necklace, questions in his eyes. 

You were about to ask what was wrong when you noticed it too. The light that the stone in the necklace was giving off. The same light that brought you here. As the light began to envelop you, you instinctively pulled away from Hanzo. You took a few steps backwards until your legs became tangled and you began to fall. 

The last thing you saw before the light completely enveloped you was the face of a shocked Hanzo reaching for you. You didn't feel any impact, though. You felt like you were frozen in space or falling through the void, you had no idea which it was.

After a few long seconds, you felt something solid beneath you. At that moment, the light around you began to fade, and you had a view of the room in which you had first found the crystal necklace. Even now you felt dizzy and had to wait a few minutes before you could trust your legs to carry you safely. 

You then put the necklace back in the box, left the room with the intention of never returning there again, and headed straight to your room. There, you flopped down on your bed and noticed that you had a dinner tray on your nightstand. 

You had no idea how long you'd been gone, but you were more surprised that your grandmother wasn't otherwise concerned. You were tired at the thought of the hard day, and you fell asleep within moments. You dreamt you met a blue Chinese dragon in your dream.

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[amethystblackkchaos]

By The River (18+ NSFW)

Warnings:Language,Sex

Cooper Was Thinking About Taking You Out On A Date the sidewalk down by the river. You Were Wearing Cute sandals and the skimpiest little sundress. It was a pretty light walk for sure but Cooper would tease you for wearing such attire “You Really Wanna show off for me that bad?” He said.

The more you want Cooper walked the more obvious it was driving him wild which was your intention from the start. As Cooper fell a bit behind you letting you take the lead on the sidewalk he purposely stayed back to catch a glimpse of your ass peeking out from the sundress with each stride of your legs. As the side walk went up hill he could get a better look and noticed you were wearing nothing underneath.

You had to catch your breath for a moment at the top of the hill while Cooper came right up next to you wrapping his arm around your waist and letting you lean against him. You nuzzle into his neck as Cooper’s Hand wanders down the hem of your dress his fingers just barely grazing the warmth of your thighs m. You shivered are his touch “Babe what are you doing” you ask him as you try to conceal that your very excited in your voice “Don’t worry now there isn’t anyone around okay” he said smiling at you.

Cooper moves his body behind yours wrapping his other arm around your torso reaching up to grab your tits so soft and plump. Just naked underneath all that fabric your wearing. “Cooper No babe we can’t do this here” you said staring at him. You whimper and moan as his fingers brush up against you. It was hard for Cooper to take you seriously being this happy about it.

“I know this was your plan the whole time Cooper” you say smirking at him. You whine and squirm under Cooper’s grasps he pulls you tight against his hips “Oh Fuck” you say. Cooper can feel your cum underneath his fingers, as he pressed them into you your cunt pulses into his fingers “You want me right ?” He whispers to you.

Cooper’s head nestled into your neck his lips almost touching your ear. You don’t speak Just Breathing shakily as you nod your head.

In one swift motion Cooper pivots you around to face the nearby tree opening up your legs. You Bend forward your ass fully exposed. Cooper kneels down both of his big hands wrapped around your thighs as he dove in face first between your folds in your slick. Cooper’s been waiting for this since you both left the house. Your folds opening up between his tongue with your cum dripping down. Cooper drinks the entire length of your cunt lapping his tongue up and down going fast.

Cooper pulls you closer thrusting his tongue into your hole as time melts away “Fuck babe your so damn good to me don’t stop I’m so close don’t fucking stops” you moan. You leaned forward even deeper resting your weight Against the tree Cooper tilts his head back with breathing through his nose as he completely bury’s his face into your wet cunt. You flood him entirely there’s nothing but your smell and the taste just dripping. Cooper reaches his tongue greedily on your clit tipping you over the edge with every motion he makes.

You spill so much out over his face dripping down his chin neck and some on his shirt. Cooper covered with your scent as your thighs are glistening with so much cum. Cooper let’s go as he kisses your cunt that is still quivering. “You Are Such A Treat Princess” Cooper says as he lets go.

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𝙳𝚊𝚛𝚋𝚢 𝙰𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗 - 𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚜

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Warnings - None

Word count - 820

Genre - Angst, Fluff

Summary - Darby comes home to find you curled up in the corner.

A/n - my neurodivergent ass hates storms so I'm basing this off of what I would want.

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Darby had been gone for a couple of weeks by now. It was understandable. It was Sting's last match, so the situation was understandable. Sure, you had been missing him, but you both still called every day and spent the early hours of the morning texting each other, so the pain of Darby's absence wasn't quite as harsh.

However, the night he was due to return home, which was supposed to be much more dream like, ended up being far more nightmarish. It was starting to get late, and Darby was still not home. He sent you a text saying that there was a traffic jam and he would only be about 20 minutes longer. On the surface, that didn't seem too bad. Until it wasn't.

About 25 minutes after Darby had sent the message, he finally stepped through the front door and into the warm house. His facepaint was almost completely gone , and the remains of it smudged and running down his neck as a result of the pouring rain and storm outside. He called your name out as he put his stuff down by the door, yet no reponse. All the lighst were turned off, but that was most likely due to the storm cutting the power. Darby started looking throughout the house, calling you name, becoming increasingly worried when he couldn't find you.

Eventually darby made it to the main bedroom. He slowly pushed the door open hearing a faint frightened whimper coming from the corner of the room. He slowly walked over to the corner where there was something covered by a blanket. Slowly and carefully he lifted the blanket to see your little face. You had tears streaming down your face, you entire body shivering and your breathing shaky and unsteady. Your arms clutched a black cat toy to your chest. Worst of all, you had your eyes squeezed shut and you didn't seem to notice Darby, too frightened to pay attention to your surrondings.

Darby put his hand on your shoulder, giving you a gentle shake. You gave a pettrified yelp before looking up and hugging him tightly. "Shhhhh, I've got you, princess. What's got you so upset, hmm?" Before you could mumble out an answer, a loud crash of thunder outside made you jump ,yelp, and hide your face in his chest. Darby stroked your hair, realising your cause of fear. He was used to this, having a little sister that hated storms as well.

He sighed and rubbed your back before picking you up and carrying you downstairs. Without saying a word, he set you down on the counter ,grabbed some headphones, and placed them on you. Darby connected his phone to the headphones and passed it to you ,not wanting to startle you with the music. You wrapped yourself around him again as Darby carried you back upstairs. The whole time, he rubbed your back soothingly.

Soon enough, you were both laid in the warmth of your bed. You had curled up in Darby's arms, trying your best to stay awake. Soon enough, you fell asleep, your cat toy falling into Darby's lap. He smiled and tucked it under your arm. Darby was gonna fight off that fear of storms. He was gonna protect you from them. He'd protect you from anything, in fact, just like he'd promised when you started dating.

The next morning, Darby got out of the bed ,cautious not to disturb you. He glanced out the window and saw the storm had caused the fences to rip apart ,as well as a small tree being ripped out the ground, now laying sidways. He glanced back at you and sighed. "No wonder you got that worked up." You soon started to stir from your sleep, glancing up at Darby, who now had you in his lap, stroking your hair gently. "Morning beautiful, you feel better after last night?" You nodded before mumbling an embarrassed apology. Darby looked at you confused. "Well, aren't adults supposed to ot be afraid of storms?" Darby narrowed his eyes and shook his head slowly, still puzzled by the outrageous statement. You soon realised that what you were saying was infanct nonsense.

After that day, you always had a pair of headphones within reach when the wether took a turn, and of course, if he was there, Darby would help you take your mind off of it. Giving you reassuring words and rubbing your back. He always stuck to his word.

[apoemaday]

Praying Drunk

by Andrew Hudgins

Our Father who art in heaven, I am drunk. Again. Red wine. For which I offer thanks. I ought to start with praise, but praise comes hard to me. I stutter. Did I tell you about the woman whom I taught, in bed, this prayer? It starts with praise; the simple form keeps things in order. I hear from her sometimes. Do you? And after love, when I was hungry, I said, Make me something to eat. She yelled, Poof! You’re a casserole!—and laughed so hard she fell out of the bed. Take care of her. Next, confession—the dreary part. At night deer drift from the dark woods and eat my garden. They’re like enormous rats on stilts except, of course, they’re beautiful. But why? What makes them beautiful? I haven’t shot one yet. I might. When I was twelve, I’d ride my bike out to the dump and shoot the rats. It’s hard to kill your rats, our Father. You have to use a hollow point and hit them solidly. A leg is not enough. The rat won’t pause. Yeep! Yeep! it screams, and scrabbles, three-legged, back into the trash, and I would feel a little bad to kill something that wants to live more savagely than I do, even if it’s just a rat. My garden’s vanishing. Perhaps I’ll merely plant more beans, though that might mean more beautiful and hungry deer. Who knows?                 I’m sorry for the times I’ve driven home past a black, enormous, twilight ridge. Crested with mist, it looked like a giant wave about to break and sweep across the valley, and in my loneliness and fear I’ve thought, O let it come and wash the whole world clean. Forgive me. This is my favorite sin: despair— whose love I celebrate with wine and prayer. Our Father, thank you for all the birds and trees, that nature stuff. I’m grateful for good health, food, air, some laughs, and all the other things I’m grateful that I’ve never had to do without. I have confused myself. I’m glad there’s not a rattrap large enough for deer. While at the zoo last week, I sat and wept when I saw one elephant insert his trunk into another’s ass, pull out a lump, and whip it back and forth impatiently to free the goodies hidden in the lump. I could have let it mean most anything, but I was stunned again at just how little we ask for in our lives. Don’t look! Don’t look! Two young nuns tried to herd their giggling schoolkids away. Line up, they called. Let’s go and watch the monkeys in the monkey house. I laughed, and got a dirty look. Dear Lord, we lurch from metaphor to metaphor, which is—let it be so—a form of praying. I’m usually asleep by now—the time for supplication. Requests. As if I’d stayed up late and called the radio and asked they play a sentimental song. Embarrassed. I want a lot of money and a woman. And, also, I want vanishing cream. You know— a character like Popeye rubs it on and disappears. Although you see right through him, he’s there. He chuckles, stumbles into things, and smoke that’s clearly visible escapes from his invisible pipe. It makes me think, sometimes, of you. What makes me think of me is the poor jerk who wanders out on air and then looks down. Below his feet, he sees eternity, and suddenly his shoes no longer work on nothingness, and down he goes. As I fall past, remember me.