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[triaelf9]

Hey Critters!

So, you may recognize these doodles, as I've been live doodling since the first campaign, and doing what side games and one-shots I'm able to do ^_^ I really love doing the doodles, and I hope ya'll are enjoying them too!

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[loves0phelia]

Hi! I don’t know if you’ve watched part 2 of outer banks yet, and if you didn’t this request is a spoiler!!

Can you do JJ Maybank’s sister seeing him die and Rafe is just watching her break down and he’s comforting her while she cries in his arms? I’m sobbing over JJ right now 😭

Thank you!

Gone

Summery: outer banks season 4 episode 10/the anon

Words: 1.6k

Warnings: SPOILERS, death, grammar mistakes.

A/N: i also sobbed, i cant believe it and thank you for requesting love youuu.

The sandstorm hit suddenly. The air was thick, nearly solid with dust. You stumbled forward as the wind blew strongly, You screamed, begging JJ to come down before something terrible would happen but even if you pulled the scarf tighter across your nose and mouth every breath felt like swallowing shards of glass making it hard to speak. 

Everything was clouded and your goggles were smeared with sand dust. It was impossible to see your brother who was up high on that statue trying to find the blue crown you, the pogues and Rafe have been risking your lives for.

“Come down JJ!” You screamed as loud as you could, hoping he could hear you over the screaming wind. 

A surge of panic rose in you, he wasn't listening, only going higher and higher to reach the top.

“Hurry please!” You screamed again as the sandstorm was getting worse and worse. Squinting your eyes you could see JJ finally descending the statue after a while, carefully holding on to the rock.

“JJ, holy shit are you okay?” You rushed forward to him as he stumbled around frantically.

“I'm good! I'm better actually, I'm great. Look!” he yelled over the storm and held up the blue crown, it felt like a dream having it in front of you.

“No way, you found it” You both looked down at the dusty historical crown in silence for a second, sinking in it the victory that was so rare when it came to you and your twin.

“We got it!” He cheered, pumping his fist, jumping into place from all the adrenaline. The victory cheers didn't last long though, the next thing you knew shots were fired at you from the group who wanted to steal what was rightfully yours.

“Run, run, run” JJ shouted behind you as you ran through the sand blindly and desperate to find shelter.

The sandstorm roared with life around you, Yours and JJ's footsteps vanished almost as quickly as you made them, erased by the wind.

You coughed, your lungs stinging as you struggled to run down the stairs you had found leading inside the monument. 

But suddenly, a shadow appeared out of the storm. A strong hand gripped your forearms and in a sudden movement, your back was pressed on your “father's” chest, an arm around your neck holding on tightly, cutting your airflow and a sharp blade pressed into the side of your face.

“JJ!” you called out, trying to get out of his grasp.

“Let her go!” JJ shouted, his voice trembling with anger. He lunged towards you trying to rip you away from him but he only pressed the blade harder making you cry out. But Groff only shook his head.

You cried, struggling, and your heart pounding as Groff’s grip tightened. You fought against him, but his hold was unbreakable.

“You’re just like your mother,” Groff hissed, his gaze cold and unmoved. “Always standing in my way. Well, this time, you’re not going to stop me. Give me what I want”

“Let her go” He begged.

“If you had listened, we wouldn't be here JJ, you could have had everything. WE could have had the life we deserved as a family. All three of us. But now you get nothing. Nothing at all” Chandler pants like a maniac.

“I already have everything,” JJ says, shaking his head in disbelief. “I have everything I ever wanted. You want the crown? Sure, take it. I don't want it. Just let my sister go.”

“Give it to me, hold it out” He reached toward JJ for the precious object, his grip on you not loosening.

In a swift moment, an exchange was made. Groff grasped the crown, and JJ pulled you out of his arms.

“I got you” JJ breathed out with relief, like a weight was removed from his shoulders. He hugged you protectively. Holding your head against his shoulder like a shield. But then again, the victory was cut short.

“JJ, y/n” you were interrupted by the voice of your father, his call made both of you separate and turn to face him, JJ’s body still shielding you from further harm.

“It's a shame…you and I” You furrowed your brows and a gasp came out of your mouth when the sound of flesh being pierced rang out. 

“You should have given me the rope” Time was moving at a slow pace as the scene unfolded. Groff twisted the knife in JJ's stomach before pulling it out rapidly and running out into the desert.

"JJ!" You screamed, your voice raw with terror. You saw JJ stumble back, his hands flying to his side. Dark red blood was spreading through his shirt and across his fingers, and the sight of it hit you like a punch to the gut.

The world narrowed to the scene in front of you as you watched JJ fall, his face contorted in pain. 

“No, no, no” you cried, desperation thick in your voice.

You rushed to JJ’s side, catching him just as he stumbled. He looked up at you, his face pale and stained with tears.

“It's okay JJ, it's okay” You pressed into his wound, shaking terribly, sobbing when he let out a pained groan.

“No, please” you murmured, pressing your hand over the wound in a desperate attempt to slow the bleeding. “You’re going to be okay. Just stay with me, okay? Stay with me.”

“Hey, hey,” He whispered, his voice breaking. “Take care of the others for me, okay?”

“No! No” Your breaths shakes, your chest tight with sadness.

“I love you, y/n. You're the best sister anyone could ever have.” His gaze was beginning to drift, his eyes unfocused, and the strength in his grip was fading. Panic clawed at you.

“I love you, please don't go” you begged, but it was pointless he was already gone.

“No! No, no. Please! JJ, please” you shaked his shoulder weakly.

“John B!” You screamed, your chest burning from the lack of oxygen your lungs were getting.

“Pope! Rafe!” Your hands gripped your brother refusing to let go.

“Please JJ!” Your heart shattered completely, a part of you gone forever. Your brother, your twin, your best friend, the other half of your soul, gone. 

“Please” You pressed your forehead against him, your tears falling over the blood-soaked shirt.

The pogues came running towards you, sinking to their knees, calling out to him, crying, sobbing, mourning.

Everything in you gave out as you held onto him, you couldn't even fight when hands grabbed onto your shoulder to bring you away from your brother's corpse.

Your body fell limp into Rafe's lap. His hands held your body up as if he was your lifeline. 

“It's gonna be okay” He whispered against your forehead but you barely registered any of it, only sobbing, and screaming in pain against him. 

The Pogues stood in a tight circle, all eyes fixed on JJ as if somehow their stares alone could bring him back. But no one spoke, and in the heavy silence, the truth crashed over them, settling deep in their bones. JJ was gone.

Kiara’s shoulders shook, a small, trembling motion that quickly overtook her entire body. She fell to her knees, hands pressed to her mouth as she fought to hold back the sobs. 

Pope was beside her, his eyes frantically looking over the scene, he didn't want to believe any of it, as if it was a cruel joke.

John B stood, rigid.  His fists were clenched so tight his knuckles were white, and his jaw was set, teeth gritted as he tried to hold it all in, to keep the pain from breaking him apart. 

Rafe's arms wrapped around you gently, his hand resting on the back of your head as he let you fall into his chest. You buried your face in his shoulder, the grief and sorrow pouring out in waves as he held you.

He didn’t speak of the rivalry, the old wounds and the bitterness between your families; none of that mattered now. At this moment, all he saw was your pain, and he was there, his own heart breaking a little as he watched you crumble.

When the sobs finally subsided, leaving you weak and exhausted, Rafe pulled back slightly, brushing a strand of hair from your face, his eyes filled with something you’d never seen in him before—softness, understanding. 

“It's okay,” he murmured, his voice a promise, his hand gentle as he brushed a stray tear from your cheek. “I’ve got you.”

You sat on the sand as a fire crackled in front of you, you had just buried him, the silence was thick nobody wanted to believe the truth. 

Your head pounded, even when you were softly laying on Rafe's legs using them as pillows. His calloused fingers gently rubbed your hair and you tried to concentrate on the movement in an attempt to forget about the previous moment but you failed.

“Groff said he was going to Lisbon” Rafe whispered above you, making your eyes open and looking up at him. His eyes met yours and he continued.

“If he was my friend or my brother… I would go after the guy that just killed him” The mention made your heart burn but he had a point.

“He's not wrong” Kie whispered, agreeing with your inner thoughts. You snuggled against Rafe's legs one last time before sitting up and leaning your head on his shoulder. 

“JJ would already be on his way to kill him if it was one of us,” you said and everyone's eyes snapped towards you, those were the first words you had spoken since it happened. 

“He'd get even,” John B added.

“Let's get revenge,” you said, your voice more confident than it was before, you felt a hand grasp onto yours and slowly you turned your head to face Rafe. He nodded and tightened his grip in a comforting way, never letting go.

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[lunarw0rks]

Hiii so... I don't know how to say that but...

YOU'RE WRITING IS PERFECT, it makes me giggle and through my feet into the air!!! 😭💖

so can you please imagine ghost all whiny and needy for the reader, like what do you think about it😭😭😭

hmmm.. i don't necessarily picture whining but i can see how he'd be needy at times. especially since you two wouldn't have sex often; there are times were he's FERAL !!

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warning(s): (consensual) cockwarming/somnophilia?, thigh fucking, afab!reader

NEED | SIMON RILEY

usually, when simon gets aroused in the middle of the night, he goes to the bathroom and takes care of it. but tonight was especially difficult to stifle.

his hand just wouldn't do. it wasn't enough. he needed you.

you two had been so busy the past few days, with little time for each other. he got home a few weeks ago, and that meant he had to play catch up on all his household duties. bullshit at the bank, fixing the leaky faucet in the kitchen — and all of his work-related paperwork piled in his study.

and you, having a life of your own, weren't always sewn to his hip. it worked well that way, preventing arguments about clinginess or unavailability. when he was there, you two were great. and that was satisfactory.

after simon's eyes opened, he rolled over and stared at you for a few moments, listening to your faint snores. you slumber on your side of the bed, curled into the fetal position. each night, you sleep on his chest, but somehow end up far from him by the end of it.

tonight it wouldn't fly; he needed your warmth.

scooting closer, he rested his chin on your shoulder, pushing your back plush against his toned chest. "lovie..." he whispered into your ear, pressing a kiss to your earlobe.

his deep tone was audible enough to wake you, even when he spoke in a hushed tone. you twitched awake, feeling the embrace of his arms tight around you; tighter than normal. "what is it, Si?" you mumbled lazily, feeling your eyelids already drooping again.

simon grinds his hips subtly, hoping to send his message without words. but all he's done is coax you back to sleep — or the halfway between.

"need y', sweetheart," he muttered, waking you once again. you grumbled, about to tell him off until you felt the hardened bulge in his sweatpants. how it rubbed against your backside needily, suddenly reminding you of how long it'd been.

sleep called you — violently. you were still exhausted from the day you had, with little to no time to get properly excited. but, my god, was his voice a treat. desperate and pleading, for a change.

without breaking your relaxation, you reached down and lifted the hem of his baggy t-shirt, where you wore nothing underneath. lifting one of your legs slightly, you reached between and palmed him; hopefully that was enough of a message.

his breathing hitched slightly, peering down and seeing your bare rear in the moonlight. he snaked an arm down and peeled back his waistband, freeing the cock you had been trying to reposition. once the clothing barrier was gone, his need was evident.

the breeze of the AC blew against his sensitive length, making him shutter. so, he was right; warmth is what he craved, not necessarily full-on sex.

before you drifted off again, he leaned up against your ear, "this alright with y'?" he teased your cheek with his oozing tip.

once again, the deep octave sent a chill down your spine. with your remaining lucidity, you nodded your head and drawled a yes. you were too comfortable to mind, and it was downright erotic to imagine.

how he'd be lazily rocking into your thighs, maybe against your cunt — all while you remain at peace. the only downside would be missing his sweet grunts and groans when he's close. if you're lucky, perhaps the sounds of his release will intrude into your dream and make it sweeter tenfold.

as soon as he heard your acceptance, he gripped the girthy base of his cock, slipping between your thighs. then, he angles his hips, so that he was also grinding between your lower lips. the natural wetness and his pre-cum made for a messy endeavor, sure to have your sex coated by the time he's finished.

when simon begins grinding his hips, your sleepy body nuzzles him, instinctively pushing further against him. your thighs clench together, engulfing his cock in the warmth he craved and simulating how blissful it was to be inside you.

into your ear, he makes his pleasure known, delicately holding the flesh of your thighs in place.

"so good, lettin' me tease you like this, baby."

[undobutton]

Micah x reader cuddling please!!

warnings: swearing, a little suggestive if you squint, mentions of hostages

reader: gender neutral!

genre: fluffy as hell

characters: Micah Yujin! (the one and only)

synopsis: Micah wants to cuddle, but you're busy

a/n: first Micah post!! this man has my whole heart (and he sends kisses to you btw)

"Aw c'mon Angel, you've worked so hard today, you deserve a break and you have an incredibly handsome boyfriend sitting on the floor asking for your affection. Sounds like a no-brainer to me." Micah winks up at you, a shit-eating grin plastered on his face.

Micah has been asking for cuddles since you two finished dinner, despite the fact that you told him you'd go right back to work after since you have a deadline to meet. You admire his dedication to the craft of begging and his seemingly endless bank of stupid shit to say to get you to smile.

It's worked and you actually finished what you were doing seven minutes ago... but he doesn't need to know that just yet. And knowing him he'll probably figure it out somehow and try to get even.

"Please, angel? I know you like to see me on my knees, but isn't this a little cruel?" He slides his hand up to your waist, pulling you away from your monitor and resting his head on your thigh.

"Pretty please, my love, dearest, sweetie, darling, lil love bug, bestie?" he continues.

You giggle, finally breaking character and kissing his cheek.

"Victory!" He jumps up and grabs you by the hand, "come! I made the bed extraa comfortable for us! we'll cuddle till the sun sets a thousand times over!"

"We don't have time for that Micah," You say, getting up and following him into the hallway.

"Yeah, yeah, I'll just have to keep you, hostage, in my arms then."

"You're not strong enough to hold me." You state rolling your eyes.

"Is that so, because if I remember correctly, two nights ago-"

"That was voluntary! You don't stand a chance against me in reality."

"Oh yeah? You wanna bet." Micah grins, opening the bedroom door and revealing a very cozy-looking nest on the bed. Made with all your favorite pillows and his favorite blankets. And no cozy space is complete without Skrunly, snoozing away at the foot of the bed. You'd make fun of him for it if he hadn't started pulling you over already.

He climbs into the corner and holds his arms out, you playfully roll your eyes and curl up with him, Skrunkly finds her way in between you two before you can close the space.

"What type of wingman are you skrunkly?" Micah frowns at her, she mewls at him scooting closer to you. You chuckle and pet her, sticking your tongue out at Micah.

"Wha- I didn't mean it!" He pouts further.

"You dumbass," You tease kissing his cheek.

"Shut up, you're the cruel one here."

"Mhm, the cruel one you're cuddling with"

"What can I say? I'm a man easily swayed by love, and I loove you, angel." He kisses you with a grin and pulls you a little closer, sighing contently and ready to keep you hostage if need be.

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[thewolvesof1998]

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Dog Tags Fic/Mistaken Identity/Christmas: They don’t know (your name is already mine)

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Buddie MMA Rivals AU

Someone to be Gentle- 5 times Buck is gentle with Eddie and + One time Eddie repays his gentleness  

For you mi amor, I choose death/Buddie Mafia AU

Librarian AU/Let me check you out

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Only the already bad can be influenced/Crop top and short shorts fic

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No-Nut-November fic

Pirates Buddie

We might end up real close 2x1 fic

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Buck get dumps, gets drunk with Eddie and thinks they slept together fic

Awkward Sex Buddie fic

I can see you sequel

Love list Buddie

Don't go where I can't follow

Motorcycle fic

Street racing/Fast and Furious AU

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5+1 Platonic Daddy fic with @exhuastedpigeon

LA zoo TikTok Buck

Buck & Eddie wedding- Something wrong in the village

sword buddie pt. 2/ Under the Guise of Violence 

Post Lawsuit/Call your mum inspired fic

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[blueberrypancakesworld]

My broken Angel - Gage x fem!reader

warning : drug use, use of mommy/ma'm, emotional, angst, hurt/comfort, smutish, blood, emotional breakdown, no use of Y/n, afab reader

Summary : A call that had saved him and his colleague Gage was free. But free from the old building did not mean free from the addiction and the day. He needed someone, he needed his girlfriend to take care of him and relieve him of any pain.

Info : It's been far to long since I have wrote something for Rory's characters and today say hello to Gage from Bullet Head a newcomer in my masterlist but my sweet angel. No seriously he is so inspirational just by looking at him OMG. So anyways have fun reading and I hope you Rory lovers have found your way back here ;)

Ps : I tried to look the movie online obviously not illegal but somehow my internet was like ,,No-No-No we don't do that here". So I only had a scene pack on youtube, edits and trailer of the movie to get his charcter/personality. I hope despite it I wrote him good.

masterlist

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Everything that could have gone wrong had gone wrong. A break-in, it was just a damn break-in, a robbery and not something that should scale. At least that's what the three of them thought, it was supposed to be simple and not the possible end of their careers.

But in the end it was a nightmare the dog was not the man's friend the dog who tried to kill them the police and the men from the illegal dog fight they all tried to get them. If a call hadn't gone through, if one more thing hadn't happened.

If Gage hadn't been successful in calling his girlfriend, they would never have gotten out of here. She could tell by the trembling of his voice that he was stammering slightly and was nervous that something was wrong.

,,Just wait as best you can, I'll be right there," she had exclaimed into the cell phone for fear he wouldn't hear before she had rushed into the car to drive to the place. Her fear grew by the minute.

She didn't approve of his robbery, didn't approve of his secret, didn't approve of what he was doing. And yet her own job was not enough with his to pay any bills.

It was necessary, and although he was so fragile when you broke him, he sacrificed himself for her. ,,I'll-I'll take any job for you," he had once said as he gently pulled her into his arms.

His blue eyes showed truth and yet she saw the fear that he knew was dangerous. Saw that he was full of fear of the world, he would stay with her and would prefer to stay in her arms.

Ever since they had met, she had given him a bowl of soup at the food bank, something like dependency had developed between them. She was his anchor, his everything. And he would do anything for her so as not to lose her, but he would do just as much for his addiction.

She had seen it at first, the twitching, the nervousness, his diminished eye contact. But the worst was when she found him in her bathroom with the needle next to him, the oozing blood flowing from his arm and the tear-stained look on his face.

She didn't feel disgust or revulsion, she felt devotion. She called him angel from then on. Since then he was the image of a broken angel. The black hair, the bright blue eyes, the self-harm in the form of addiction.

He was so fragile that she believed that if she left him he would kill himself, that he saw no point in giving up, that he was so scarred by life. And yet she let him do his business, relying on his colleagues to make sure everything went well. Until now.

Now she raced through the streets in her car towards the building, knowing that all she had to do was open the door and get out, but she didn't know what she would find. 

Please just be complete,she pleaded inwardly, thinking back to that evening. As she slowly knelt down to him, she picked up the needle and looked at it.

Saw the drop of the drug, saw how the heroin had to go through his body. ,,I'm...so-sorry," she had heard him murmur as he opened his eyes, saw him looking at her and felt her heart beat faster.

She knew it was wrong that she wasn't disgusted and angry. But she wasn't angry like she should be, her anger came from the worry that he would die one day.

But before she let this coldness of punishment out on him or even let it get to him, she felt his cold, slightly trembling hand on hers. How he tried powerlessly to move up slightly to get closer to her. ,,You're just so... helpless," she replied, making it sound like a statement she was right to make.

He didn't speak back, just nodded silently and cuddled her almost pleadingly in her arms. He knew that she would always take him in and catch him. That she wouldn't leave him, wouldn't hit him, wouldn't be brutal like his father.

She was almost like a mother and was only too willing to blur this reality. ,,My helpless Gage, you'll never do it for me again, will you?" she asked, putting her arms around him. She could feel him looking at her, taking his head off her shoulder and moving closer to her.

He wanted to kiss her but she used her hand to gently grip his jaw. ,,I promise, I'm sorry...Mommy," he said, tears gathering in his blue eyes before she released him and he gave her a sloppy kiss before he fell limply back into her arms.

And all this while the little trickle of blood ran from his arm. The first time he had called her that she had accepted that he needed it.

She would not let him fall apart in this world. That was the first time she had ever seen him so ready. And now? ,,How do I find you now?" she asked into the car when she finally arrived at the building.

Getting out of the car and trying to find an entrance, the situation soon revealed itself, a dead getaway driver, Gage's colleagues suspiciously quiet, the sound of a dog barking what almost seemed like a farewell and then she saw him. ,,Gage! You're alive!" she shouted when she saw the black-haired man who seemed to be hiding behind the two older men.

,,Hello dear," he mumbled and lowered his gaze, not wanting her to see him like this, but the blood that had flowed from his nose was already dripping and he couldn't get rid of it without water. Besides, the pain and the smell of metal distracted him from the addiction that was raging inside him.

,,Your nose is bleeding," she realized with fear and carefully grasped his face, looking left and right to see if he still had anything. Every further bruise and every scratch and scrape made her heart ache even more.

,,It's...nothing," he said, mumbling, knowing that the other two wanted to go home, away from this place, that his friend was the thing that separated them from freedom. He gently took her hand, it was cold, and she saw his smile, saw through it, knew he was suffering.

The sigh that left her lips made him slightly sincere. Wordlessly, she squeezed his hand and gave him a look that could best be interpreted as one of concern before she opened the car and they all got in.

The engine started and they drove away from this terrible place. It was quiet between the four of them, no one said anything, no one dared or wanted to.

They had all experienced too much to want to dwell on it. She saw in the rear-view mirror that the two older ones were looking out of the window, their thoughts still completely elsewhere.

If he had died, I would have blamed you, she thought, her hands tightening around the leather of the steering wheel. His colleagues were the reason why he was now almost slumped over in the passenger seat.

His hands folded on his lap, she saw him trying to rub off the excess skin on the sides. The blood was still on him and he just looked completely wiped out. ,,It's going to be okay," she said softly and put her hand on his thigh for a moment. She felt him flinch and his gaze went to her.

The broken angel. She saw again the angel she loved and cared for. ,,It will be," he replied almost appathetically and squeezed her hand lightly, a touch that could almost have been an illusion. But she had felt it, she was there. He was with her again.

The car journey, which dragged on for a few minutes, only ended when the two of them were no longer in the car. The colleagues had been gone for a long time and they had closed the front door of the apartment behind them.

When she heard his almost vulnerable sounds as they walked up the stairs to the apartment. She saw him getting more and more lost and as the front door closed, tears flowed down his cheeks. ,,Gage...it's okay, I'm here...it's over," she said instantly and put the front door key aside, taking him by the hand, hearing him try to say something but it came out slurred under his crying.

She pulled him behind her on the way to the bathroom, the white streams in contrast to his blood and the blue of his eyes standing out against the dark charcoal black hair.

,,Don't...don't go," he said clearly, holding her firmly by the wrist as she sat him on the edge of the bath. He seemed completely out of it, distraught, traumatized, and partly because of the drugs, at least that much she guessed.

Leaning down to him, she gently stroked his dark hair and heard his suppressed whimper as his blue eyes turned to her. ,,I'm not going Mommy is just getting a towel okay?" she asked knowing it wasn't really a question. Gage knew inside himself that she was the one in control.

But he should still give his understanding to his inner self. Because a dangerous angel on earth could break at any time. Her gaze met his and her eyes detached themselves from the blood.

Showing him that she wasn't lying, she felt his grip tighten for a moment, he didn't want to be without her. Before he nodded slightly and gave a soft, ,,Okay ma'm" before letting go of her, his hand landed powerlessly on his leg and he remained sitting on the edge of the tub.

She calmly moved away from him, knowing that nothing would happen, and walked with unerring steps into the kitchen to fetch a towel and return as promised.

Saw how he exhaled shakily with relief when he saw her again, that she hadn't left him, that he wasn't just imagining her through the heroin. ,,Don't be alarmed, I'll wipe the blood off. Everything will be all right again in a minute," she said gently and gave him a small, warm smile.

She knew that he needed her, that she was everything to him, that her angel was everything to her. She took the cloth and held it under lukewarm water before she carefully began to dab away the blood and then rub it.

What at first only led to a wince became a plea and whimper after she rubbed it. ,,Shhh I know I know," she said slightly warningly, feeling his hands on her side as he held on almost convulsively, seemingly unable to bear the pain.

She knew exactly what pain. ,,I just need you - I need you," he stammered, she knew what he meant and, above all, what he wanted.

By the time she had wiped the rest of the blood from his chin and cheek, there was hardly anything left of the injuries. He pulled her close and leaned his head against her stomach, hugging her, wanting to be closer to her.

She put her hand on his head as she did every time, stroking his black hair and holding him. ,,I know...I know Gage and you can do it too...but no drug...for today," she replied slowly, feeling him almost flinch as if she had hit him. But they both knew what it meant for the black-haired man.

More hours, another day without his drug. She knew he was screaming and raging inside that he needed it and yet he was so pathetically handsome to look at.

She placed a hand on his cheek and watched him lay his head against it, snuggling against her before he rose, powerless and surrendered. His hand was entwined with hers and he slowly led her into the bedroom.

The big bed they shared had seen better days, but that wasn't the point. What was between them was something completely different.

She saw him sit down on the bed, almost about to fall asleep, he didn't seem to know what he wanted to do for a moment. ,,Wait, let me help...everything will be better in a minute," she said and squeezed his hand before letting go of his.

She went to the window and drew the curtains, closed the door and undressed slightly. Folding her jeans and putting them aside, she had long since taken off her shoes and removed her top.

When she saw his gaze go to her, he almost seemed to be asking permission to look at her body. ",,The night is all yours," she murmured and opened her bra before it fell to the floor and she took her large T-shirt.

Hiding her body underneath, the shirt went up to her thighs. She saw him scrambling over to her as she lay down on her side of the bed.

Leaned against the pillow and opened her arms to him. ,,That's it," she said and Gage lay down between her legs. His upper body leaned against hers, his head on her shoulder, his hands on her legs.

She felt his tension, felt the slight trembling as his fingers traced small circles on her thighs again and again. ,,I-I'm not getting anything, am I?" he asked, she knew he was looking at her through the built-in mirror in the closet door. She saw his blue eyes closely. She slowly let her hands go of his hair.

What had started as a light stroke became a distraction. ,,No, you got me Gage...that'll have to do for today," she admonished him but didn't raise her voice, letting her hand wander over his neck.

She could feel the rapid pulse underneath and wanted to make it clear to him that he should pull himself together. That she would give him something.

But his protesting whimper was little resistance. Instead, she felt his fingers lightly draw the small circles further up to her center. ,,I know what you want, my angel," she murmured and let her hand wander down over his top.

Went under his shirt and felt the soft, cold skin of his upper body. Heard him exhale shakily as he pressed against her, he knew what she was getting at.

She lightly scratched his cold skin the lack of pain wasn't enough he wanted more instead the red strands were burning him. ,,Please-Please...I need you," he murmured, his gaze going to hers and she gave a knowing grin.

,,I know, my angel," she replied and gave him a soft kiss on his black head of hair before running her fingers over the waistband of his trousers. She felt his tension move around the silver button, wanting to finally be distracted with something else.

If it wasn't lust for addiction then it was always lust for love. For her. She slowly saw the bulge forming in his pants as she stroked the heavy fabric of his jeans.

The coldness that always seemed to emanate from him slowly mingled with the warmth of devotion. ,,Please-please Mommy," he murmured, pushing his hip against her hand, trying to get more of the feeling.

,,You were so strong today...I want you to have it all," she whispered and undid the button of his pants, pulling down the zipper and seeing his cheeks turn pink at the sound. Before she stroked his hardness, she saw the clear bulge in his shorts.

She gave him another kiss on the head before she closed her fingers around his hardness and made a few strokes over the hardness of his pants, the fabric teasing him and asking him to give her everything.

,,Let me hear you," she reminded him and took care of him again. The room filled with his lustful noises, the use of heroin long gone.

But his search for her was something he needed even more than his drug. She only needed one thing. Her broken angel.

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@icarus-star , @romanroyapoligist , @kristennero-wallacewellsver , @spookyorchid , @roryculkinsgf

[shiny-jr]

Just wanted to say that the mythical creatures with twst sound so cool and the thought of swan maiden Silver made my heart skip a beat. He’d be so pretty~

– Warning: Slightly yandere? Not really though. Gender-neutral reader.

– Character: Silver.

– Note: Time to put Tchaikovsky's "Swan Lake" on full blast.

A long time ago, there was a young prince of a kingdom now long gone. From the day he was born, the prince was betrothed to a princess born around the same time in another kingdom. Yet, the prince, Silver can't remember much. All that he can recall from his youth as a child, comes in the form of confusing memories in dreams he can't distinguish from fiction or reality. No longer could he remember the face of his mother or father, or even the voice of the one that bestowed this cursed on him. For so long all he knew was the water and the moonlight.

When he was still a child, for some reason he never knew or no longer can remember, he was cursed to become a swan. For centuries he remained on his own, unable to communicate with those he once knew and never able to tell anyone about the curse. For several years, at least a century, he remained an awkward little duckling that slowly grew to become a graceful white swan.

What appeared like would become an eternity of being trapped in this small feathered body, was soon interrupted and shattered by a demonic being who approached the lake on a moonlit night. An energetic and strangely friendly ancient demonic entity, who the swan prince treated kindly and approached curiously as he floated gracefully on the water's surface, because he held no prejudice against unholy creatures of the night unlike how most feared them. The demonic being was charmed by the small swan, and instantly recognized that there was a curse at play. Silver soon learned that his name was Lilia, and Lilia promised to help break the swan's curse with the assistance of an entity even stronger than himself.

Lilia would keep his promise, and Silver would be able to turn back into a human again, but not without the curse leaving its mark in the form of white wings and the permanent ability to transform back to his feathered form whenever he pleased.

He had no idea how long it had been or where else to go once he became human once more, so the demonic being named Lilia happily took him under his wing, so to speak, and claimed him as his own son.

There was something Silver never revealed to anyone, and that was just how lonely it had been as a swan. Then when his memories began to fade, he was without even memories to comfort him. The days and nights went by one by one, he wasn't able to keep track. He had no idea exactly how long he was stuck like that. Perhaps it's one of the reasons why Silver isn't exactly too fond of being alone, because it brings back memories of the one thing he can remember for certain: the loneliness.

So when he decided to visit the lake he once resided in for so long only to see you, a human peacefully lounging just on the grassy banks under the shade of a tree, he was intrigued. You were shocked to see a man with silver hair, otherworldly eyes softly gazing at down at you, wearing pristine white robes, and with white wings on his back. For a moment you swore it must've been an angel, this must've been a dream–– 

Silver knew it was no dream as he happily and calmly approached you. After only an hour of getting to know each other and chat, Silver felt so at peace. It felt like he could just fall asleep under the shade, the wind creating a pleasant breeze as the sun continued to shine. He truly enjoyed your company. This was perfection–– until you announced you had to go and he jolted out of his peaceful state. As you reached for your book and began to stand, he reached out to gently grab onto your wrist as he pleaded softly, "Wait... don't go, please..."

[spicy-picklez]

Could I request fluff with Larissa Weems helping the reader brush their teeth and showering please.

This woman has me in a chokehold and is so comforting

She has all of us in a chokehold I swear. Goddamn the power she has over me, I can't even begin to explain it. 🤭

Hope you like it. 😊

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The Crash

Includes:

Soft Larissa, mentions of a car crash, mentions of a panic attack, whole lot of fluff

Characters:

Soft!Larissa x wife!reader

Summary:

Larissa is late home from work due to traffic resulting from a car crash but has no reception to let Y/N know the situation. You can only think the worst as she continues to not receive your messages and spiral out of control. When Larissa gets back, she knows exactly how to calm you down.

Word Count:

1.3k

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A/N: This woman could legit walk on top of me in 10inch heels and I would still be on my knees for her. 🤭

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6.37pm

You: Are you ok hun? I know you said you'd be working later but I haven't heard from you so just checking that you're ok. Dinner's in the microwave when you get back.

7.23pm

Riss ❤️ missed your call

7.36pm

You: Love? Are you ok? Did you need help?

7.45pm

Riss ❤️ missed your call (x3)

8.31pm

You: Love I'm really worried about you. Can you please just text something so I know you're ok?

8.56pm

Riss ❤️ missed your call

With shaking hands, you throw your phone across the room. Worry is at the forefront of your mind as many horrible scenarios flash into your head. Your wife hasn't come home for dinner and she isn't replying to any of your messages. Larissa would never cheat on you, you know that. Instead, images of her dead in her office chair, or dead behind the steering wheel plague your head. Pulling your blanket closer around your body, you curl up into a ball on the armchair.

Your body begins to shake as waves of fear flood down your spine. You can't shake the horrible feeling that this morning was the last time you'd ever see her. Pure panic and fear overtakes you, your breathing intensifying as you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to rid the images from your mind. Overwhelming anxiety flows through your veins and you are powerless to stop it, your chest heavily rising and falling with each shallow, trembling breath. Your knuckles are as white as paper as you clench onto the blanket, tightly wrapping it closer to your skin as tears brim in your eyes. 'Larissa' falls off your jagged breath like a record on repeat, your voice filled with panic.

Larissa's grip on the steering wheel turns her knuckles white. Intently flicking her eyes between the time and the long queue of traffic in front of her she lets out a frustrated groan. Checking her phone again, she's almost tempted to throw it out the car window when she sees the no reception sign in the corner of her screen. She doesn't know what has happened but the fact that she'd been sitting in this traffic for damn near four hours tells her, it can't be good. Relief floods her veins as the traffic finally starts flowing, lifting her foot off the brake as they slowly roll forward.

Her eyes widen as she sees the reason for the holdup. Many emergency services are parked on the side of the road, flashing their lights as she drives past. Two silver cars had collided with each other, spiralling one into the bank and the other through the barrier into the river on the left of her. Her urge to get home only increases upon seeing that, her foot becoming heavier on the accelerator as the car increases in speed.

You don't even hear her as she pulls into the driveway, or coming through the door, too distracted by the sharp ringing in your ears. Larissa's heart breaks as she sees you in a ball on the arm chair, rocking yourself as you tangle yourself into a ball, your eyes squeezed shut. "Darling. Darling it's ok. I'm ok, I'm here." She says, coming over to you and kneeling down in front of you. The first sound of her soft voice makes your heart fill with joy, your eyes flying open to see her in front of you. The minute you catch her eye, the two of you pull each other into a hug, both needing each other's touch. The familiar scent of her perfume fills your noise and her hand rubs circles on your back as you try to calm your shaking breath.

Pulling away, she places a soft kiss to your forehead as her thumb wipes over your tear-stained cheeks. "Come on love, let's get you cleaned up and into bed." She murmurs, her lips brushing over your skin as you nod feebly in response. Her arms gently lift you up from the chair and your shaking body leans into hers as she gently guides you backwards, her hand running through your hair.

Breaking the embrace, she turns on the tap to the bath. "You're ok, my gorgeous." Showering you with compliments, her hands gently lift your shirt over your head as she peppers soft kisses over your now exposed shoulder. Helping each other undress, she guides you into the bath, slipping in behind you as she pulls your back flush with her torso. Leaning against her bare skin, you feel yourself begin to calm down as the warm water floods over you.

Her arms loosely wrap around your waist as the two of you sigh contentedly in each other's warm embrace. "I love you." You murmur, and a soft chuckle sounds from her before she places a kiss to the top of your head. "I love you more, darling." Wearily, you shake your head. "That's not possible." She grins behind you, squeezing her arms tighter around you. "I promise you that it is." She says, placing kisses over your skin between each word.

Her hands gently massage soap over your skin, your head falling back on her shoulder as she does. "I was so worried about you. I just keep seeing images of you dead and it terrified me." Your voice trembles again at the not so distant memory and Larissa buries her head in the crook of your neck in response. "I know love, but I'm ok. There was a crash and I got stuck in traffic. I wanted to text and let you know but there wasn't any reception." You tilt your head to place a kiss on her arm as she says this.

"I'm glad you're ok." You murmur as she gently washes the soap off of you. A soft hum sounds from her as you relax back into her arms, her fingers drawing lazy circles over your thigh. Neither of you want to move but as the water decreases in temperature you both know that you're going to have to. "Alright darling, the water's getting too cold for my liking so why don't we watch a movie and cuddle?" Larissa murmurs, her lips brushing over your sensitive skin as you nod. Her hands move down to your hips, holding you stable as the two of you stand up. Draping your dressing gown around you, her arms wrap around you to tie it up before she puts her own robe on.

Turning you around to face her, she brings her lips to yours, her hand coming up to cup your face. "Right, I'm going to go grab some snacks. You choose the movie and I'll be there soon." She says as the kiss breaks before gently guiding you out of the bathroom, squeezing your ass fondly as she does. You quickly change into your sleepwear, consisting of a low cut t-shirt and shorts, before climbing under the covers of your bed. You already know what you're going to be watching. Top Gun: Maverick, the two of you had been meaning to watch it for weeks but never got round to it due to the stress of your jobs.

Larissa enters the room not long later with a bowl of popcorn and your favourite chocolate. A smile pulls at your lips as you see it. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?" You say as she leans over to place a kiss on your lips. "Mmm, only multiple times a day." She grins before withdrawing from the bed, dropping her bathrobe to her feet and quickly slipping into her sleepwear. Quickly getting under the covers, she pulls your back flush with her torso as her arm hangs lazily over your waist. Dipping your hand into the popcorn, you relax into her warm embrace as the movie begins to play.

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[icosahedronsgalore]

haii >_<

my name is cyrus >< i downloaded tumblr because of my super cool friend @octahedral-chaos who i may or may not be shamelessly referencing with this introduction post

im from trinidad :33 im liek 17 so imm a minor and im indo-caribbean and im also gender fluid and im afab with a very wonderful awesome girlriend so im VETY MUCH NOT STRAIGHT and im a system im like collecting ebery label under the sun wow so if you have a problem with amy of that BLOCK ME !!!!

im the host of a system called the Flora Collective and we have a BUNCH of twisted wonderland fictives wow its avtually insane its either we're a twst fictive or a brainmade theres no in between

DISCLAIMER I have no idea how to do even the most basic things in tumblr so ermm im very veery slow to reply.... or i might not reply in general 😭😭😭😭😭😭

ABOUT ME 🔥🔥🔥🔥

i dont know ANYTHING about worldless because my ass is too lazy to watvh a playthrouggh BUT i am very interested in the story and i think the gamrplay anf graphics and stuff sre really cool and octa really likes it so i like it too 🙏🙏

other than that i LOVE twisted wonderland like i really love twisted wonderland i live and breathe twisted wonderlsnd

i like OCTAHEDRON (especially icosa) and genshin and uhhhh wuthering waves and ermm IKEMEN VAMPIREEUEHE anf demon slahyer and jjk nd other animes n allat and im interested in all kinda stuff liek history and uhh literatur and vlassical music anf the paranormal and stuff idk i basically have dabbled into ebetything in my youth and i still like ythem 🤓👆

i speaj english and spanish but spanish is kinda iffy so forgibe me + im stufying spanish literature anf environmental science in scjool 👅👅👅 i eanna go into law aftetward n make thay bank

i DRAW sometimes but i mOSTLY JUST use tumblr to read fanfiction icl i love fanfiction especially x readers 😭😭😭 shameless plug i make my own twisted wonderland x fem reader fanfictoon its called give me a break on quoteb HUEHEUWHW its my biggest passion project and its also the source of many of our alters

did i mention i like twisted wonferlanf

BEFORE YOU INTERACT

on a more serious note, i make a lot of spelling errors when im talking casually or when im joking around. its practically a second language, and its kind of my signature of typing compared to the rest of the system (can u tell the system is a big part of who i am 😭🤓👆)

other alters are different and all have our own interests, but my interests are kind of collective amongst us all so 👍👍👍 theyre all cool IG.

also, i don't use tone tags that often on my own, so if we're in conversation please don't hesitate to request that i use them with you i'll totally understand and i'll do it!!

ON A SUPER GENUINELY SERIOUS note, i am a minor but i am interested in and write dark/triggering things. it is purely a coping mechanism, and i really dont bring it up unless the topic comes up in conversation, but if you simply arent comfortable with talking to someone who willingly engages with that stuff, especially since im a minor i will completely understand and you are free to block me or not interact!! no hard feelings ><,, your comfort comes first !!!

DNI BRO 😭😭😭

BASIC DNI CRITERIA !!! THERES AN ENTIRE CARRD FOR IT

COMSHIPPERS. i may write about disgusting topics, but ONLY when it is an x reader, therefore only when the victim in the situation is ME. it is sickening to see other innocent characters in those kinds situations. do not ever mistake my dark fiction writing for comshipping. i do not support proshipping in any form, either.

PEOPLE WHO romanticise dark fiction. genuinely, you disgust me. i WRITE it, so i very well understand the appeal in reading it, but if you genuinely SUPPORT and DESIRE these things, do not talk to me, and do not assume i will entertain you. we need to acknowledge that fiction DOES affect reality, and we need to be responsible with the media that we consume and spread around. thanks!! >_<

hueheuwhe wowee thanks 4 reading my intro guys :3333c my discord is cyrxslol BTW

[2346khith]

A Desperate Plea as Winter Approaches

Hi Everyone. Again my family is facing a crisis more severe than ever before. The brutal summer sun has worn down the flimsy tent that once served as our only shelter, and now, as winter approaches, we are left exposed to the elements. There is no place for us to turn. With no means to afford proper housing, we have no choice but to share a car garage with two other families. It’s not a home, but it’s the only roof we can find to protect us from the bitter cold that is closing in on us.

My husband’s condition has taken a grave turn. After a long, painful hospital stay, he was released, but his chest wound, caused by a piece of shrapnel that pierced him when a bomb struck our home while we slept, has become dangerously inflamed. His blood pressure has dropped to 90/60, and he’s been rushed back to the hospital. The sight of him weak and struggling for every breath breaks my heart, but the pain doesn't end there.

With my husband back in the hospital, I face an unbearable choice. The hospital does not allow children, so I am torn between staying by his side, or leaving my three children alone in this unsafe city. Every night, I fear for their safety and for the life of my husband. I cannot be with both, and it is tearing me apart.

To make matters worse, hospitals in Gaza have run out of many essential medicines due to the blockade. We are forced to buy medication from external pharmacies at prices we can barely afford. The war has stripped us of everything, and now, the siege makes survival an even greater struggle.

We are also in dire need of food. My children’s immune systems are weak from malnutrition, and they fall sick often, leaving me helpless. We lack even the simplest comforts—medicine to heal their illnesses, warm clothes to shield them from the winter chill, and basic nutrition to keep them alive.

Winter is not just a season here; it’s a looming threat that may take what little we have left. I am begging for your help. Please, any donation, no matter how small, will go directly to giving us warmth, food, and the chance to survive this nightmare. My family is on the edge of survival, and we need you now more than ever.

For those who see this please, visit their blog and reblog their blog’s posts so they  get more attention and if you have the money to spare please donate.

Also I apologize, but I do not have the ability to donate to you. Trust me if I had the ability I would but I don't and I can't. I have no bank account or credit card to transfer money to and no job to gain any money. Every time I ask my parents to help they shut me down so this is the only way to help you. Please forgive me.

[streakyglasses]

Sick fic alphabet bc I’m home in bed all weekend with my debilitating period. A, H, J and maaaybe a bit of O bc it’s Chris. Thank you, you’re the best 🫶🏼

oh no! i'm so so sorry to hear that. i hope you've had/have a good, restful weekend, and that it lets up soon 💕 hopefully a little fluff will help.

here in the deep end (of someone who loves me)

read on ao3, ffn, or below the cut.

also, a little playlist to go with this one: someone who loves me (sara bareilles), i don't mind (ian mcconnell), how good it is (morningsiders), this could be good (morningsiders), milhouse (maisie peters), forever (noah kahn)

If there’s on thing Street knows to be irrefutably true about Chris, it’s that she’s determined. No matter what she sets her mind to, no matter what obstacles crop up along the way, she’ll find a way to get it done, no matter the cost. He admires her for it, he loves her for it. 

He just wishes she would learn that determination doesn’t have to mean running herself into the ground. That taking a break is as much a part of being productive as barrelling through walls and shattering glass ceilings. It would save him a lot of time and worry spent waiting for her body to shut down because it’s telling her she needs to rest, but she won’t listen. Until that day comes, however, he’ll be there to catch her when she falls.

So when he hears her get into the shower an hour before they’re supposed to go to her Aunt’s house for dinner with her extended family, he kicks into high gear. 

A clean bed, lit candles, closed blinds, and his secret weapon waiting patiently for its time to shine. He feels the weight of it against his back where he’s perched on the bed, staring at the bathroom door for her to finish. Underneath his genuine concern over her inability to slow down, his stomach is warm knowing he’s the one that gets to be there for her when she does. The comforter is soft underneath his palms, and he laughs to himself as he waits for the water to stop. It’s another few minutes before it does, and then another still before she opens the door. 

“What are you doing?” Chris asks, towel held around her chest, eyes widening when she glances at the clock. “We have to leave in half an hour.” 

“No. We don’t.” His tone is gentle, but her eyes narrow and her jaw tightens all the same. They’ve done this dance a million times by now, though, so he takes the lead before she can cut the music. 

“We’re staying in. I already talked to Helena about it.” 

“Street,” she scoffs, moving to the dresser to look for clothes, but he leans over so he’s still in her field of vision. “That’s ridiculous. I’m—” “Fine? I’ve heard that one before, Babe. You’re not. You’ve been falling asleep on your feet for the past three days, and I’ve seen your rolling your neck and trying to stretch out all those knots, but I doubt they’ve gone anywhere. Am I right?”

She sighs like she’s annoyed, but he sees how relief floods her eyes and her shoulders drop a little of their tension. 

“Fine, you’re right,” she admits, and he thinks, maybe, it’s finally starting to sink in. But then, “But we can’t miss dinner. I’ll never hear the end of it.” 

Lips in a line, Street takes a deep breath. Their whole bedroom seems to breathe with him, expanding and contracting as he finds a way to be both gentle and unyielding. He crosses to her, his back shielding the bed, and carefully takes her elbow. Her breath stutters, and her eyes flick to his for barely a second as her body reorients itself, and then she gives in and looks at him completely. 

“I talked to Helena,” he repeats. “As far as your family is concerned, we have the flu. Please, Chris, I’m just worried. And don’t tell me not to worry because I always will, because I love you.”

Her eyes go glassy with tears, and it breaks his heart; this has only happened once or twice in the midst of these conversations. He needs to fix things before she feels any worse. He turns quick and grabs what he’s been banking on this whole time. 

“Besides,” he says soft, turning back to her. “I’m just the messenger. This guy is the one insisting on a night in.” 

She doesn’t see it at first, and she freezes when she does, her mind racing with a million memories and even more questions. In his hand sits a stuffed white bear that she’s had since she was three. It also looks worse for wear, having been stitched and patched up more than once by Helena’s expert hands, and he hands it over when she reaches for it, reverent. 

“Oh my God,” there’s disbelief in her voice, but not in a bad way, and he can’t stop himself from smiling even though she’s not looking at him. “Where did you get this?” 

Chris cradles the bear to her chest on instinct, breathing in the scent of lavender when she buries her nose in the fur, and brings her gaze to Street. His heart starts to settle back down in his chest, and he exhales. 

“Swung by your family after shift last night. Sarzo and Helena have also noticed you’ve been overdoing it, and gave it to me to give to you.” 

Her brown eyes roll, but they’re too full of love for him to take it seriously.

“ So ,” he seizes the moment, “the only clothes you’re putting on are clean pajamas. And then you can get in bed and pick a movie while I heat up dinner, and reheat your—” 

“Poppy.” 

He can’t stop a grin from overtaking his face, but he does manage to keep the overwhelming urge to kiss her until they’re both senseless at by. 

“Poppy.” Street finishes. “Please?” 

“Okay,” Chris finally relents. She’ll never admit how good it feels to shove the world out and lock the door, but she does rise onto her tiptoes and kiss him. “Thank you.” 

“Mm,” he hums, and kisses her again, letting his lips linger on hers. When they part, her eyes are brighter than they’ve been in a while, clearer, and he smiles. “You’re welcome. I love you. Now, hand over Poppy.” 

She doesn’t realize how tightly she’s holding the bear until she has to let go. The moment it slides through her fingers, she misses the weight. 

“I’ll take good care of her.” He promises. 

In the silence, she grabs shorts but then slides her drawer shut to open his, instead, and pulls out one of his retired SWAT shirts. It smells like him when she slips it overhead, and she breathes deeply while she finishes changing, hangs up her towel, and, finally, slides under the covers. 

Her body sinks into the mattress as if it were a cloud, insulated even more by the thought of Street and Poppy in the kitchen. Still, the weariness she’s just managed to stave off becomes more apparent the longer she lies there. Her neck and shoulders ache no matter how she wraps herself around his pillow. She grabs the remote to find a movie to distract herself with, but it’s thin, her groans drowning out the dialogue of Spiderman. 

“Okay,” Street’s easy voice takes off some of the edge. He enters the room with a tray of food that he sets on the dresser, Poppy, and another heating pad. “That cannot be comfortable.” 

“Everything hurts.” She murmurs, nuzzling further into his pillow. 

“I know,” he sets a hand on her shoulder, pulling lightly so she rolls onto her back and sits up. He fluffs and stacks all the pillows into a soft wall for her to lean against, holding them steady while she tries to find a comfortable position. “How’s that?” 

“Better,” she sighs. 

“Good. Just let me slide this behind you, and you’ll be all set.” 

Leaning forward, Chris feels a spread of warmth over her back, and sighs. The heat immediately radiates through her muscles and helps her relax, enough for her to fall asleep if she wanted. But the sound of silverware clinking makes her open her eyes, stomach grumbling at the sight of chicken casserole. 

“When did you have time to make this?” She asks softly. Her mind pours over what she remembers him telling her of his schedule, and finding no spare minute. He smiles small when she looks at him, and he shrugs. 

“I have my ways. Figured you needed some comfort food. Oh,” he jogs around the bed to sit next to her, his own plate and fork finding his lap. “This is the best part.”

For the second time, her vision blurs with tears. Every part of her tries to come up with reasons why she deserves this and for how to say thank you, but nothing is enough on either account. Even if she could, he’s keeping his eyes glued to the screen as if it’s the most interesting thing on Earth. 

She’s no stranger to this dance, either. This is the part where he acts like he’s only doing what anyone would, and she grapples with giving in despite knowing it’s not. As always, she does give in. Savoring the first taste of home in warm, delicious cheese and chicken, she also turns her attention to the TV. 

“When he gets bit is not the best part.” 

“Speak for yourself.” Street teases back. “It’s the beginning of it all. Any time I got so much as a mosquito bite as a kid, I convinced myself I’d wake up the next morning with cool powers.” 

“Really?” She laughs, a much-missed sound for both of them. “What would they’ve called you? SpiderStreet?” 

He shakes his head, sucks in a reflective breath with all too much drama. 

“No, I always thought just ‘Spider’ would be my go to. Much cooler.” 

“I see. Well, it isn’t too late for that to come true.” 

“Oh? Does this mean you’ll patch up all my bruises and help keep my identity a secret?” 

“Maybe,” Chris shrugs, checking him in her periphery, lips twisted into a grin. “But until you get those powers, it means you get to handle whenever there’s a spider in the bathroom.” 

“Deal,” he chuckles. “How’s the casserole?” 

She lowers her fork to take another bite, but is met with the sound of metal scraping ceramic. An internal heat overcomes her with how this is further proof she’s been taking terrible care of herself. Luckily, the room is dark. 

“Gone. But it was delicious.” 

“Good. Here, let me take your bowl. I’ll be back.” 

The movie plays but she pays it no attention while she waits for him to come back. He does quickly, more pillows underneath one arm and an again-warm Poppy in the other. 

“Those are from the guest room.”

“Good observation, Alonso.” He winks, and stacks them up where his would be if they weren’t behind her. Reaching for the end of the bed, he snags their extra blanket to shake out over them, adjusting it after he situates himself, half-propped up and half-lying down. 

“I’ve got it,” his sweet, light tone stops her from reaching back to fix her own pillows. One is folded in half against his torso for her to lie on, another along her back, and the last two he sets to the side. Poppy is snuggled as firmly into her chest as she is into Street’s. The sense of safety surrounding her from all sides easing away all other thoughts than being where they are. That one fades, too, when he presses a kiss to her head. “The heating pad still okay? Do you want the extra pillow for your hips?” 

“It’s good.” Her hair fans out as she nods, voice swallowed by the pillowcase. “I’m good. Thank you.” 

He holds her closer, arm wrapped securely around her and lips barely an inch from the shell of her ear. 

“You’re welcome. Tell me if you change your mind.” 

“I will,” she says, and where she expects the fizzle of discomfort in her chest, she finds resolution instead. She leans into his lips on her forehead, moaning quietly. 

Street can’t make himself look away from her. Her long lashes, the slope of her nose, tattooed hands holding onto Poppy. The whole scene is so indescribably comforting, and he wonders if she knows just how far he’d go for her. It makes a well in his chest that he has to be careful not to fall into. Attempting to tread carefully, he forces his eyes back to the TV. He’s just cluing back into the plot when there’s warm breath across his bare skin. 

“What’s that, Babe?”

“This. This is the best part.”

[dearamleo]

please don't take this as pressure but are you still going to be writing the foreverlost?

Hello! Yes, absolutely! All writing has taken a backseat in the last month or so as I helped prep for my best friend's wedding. But now that it's over, I'm hoping to be getting back into writing more frequently. I actually have chapters 6-10 done but I am hopelessly stuck on writing chapter 5 😬 I've rewritten it about 10 times now.

Here's a small snippet of Remus getting his ass kicked to tide you over. Fingers crossed I'll have something new posted within the next week.

Read on AO3 here

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The kappa took his momentary loss of focus and came at him with terrifying speed. The force of its body came barrelling into Remus’s chest, knocking him to the ground and partially into the pond water. His sword slipped out of his fingertips as the muck made everything harder to grip. His breath left him in a sharp gasp as the kappa gripped hold of his ankles and began dragging him further into the water.

“Careful!”

“Yeah, thanks, Granger!” he snarled.

Scrabbling against the mud, Remus dug his fingertips into the earth trying to gain traction again but it squished between his fingers, giving him no leverage. He strained and kicked against the little fucker, but it’s grip on his legs didn’t wane. Gritting his teeth and grunting, he lunged as far as he could to grab at his abandoned sword. The leather of the hilt was slimy, but he managed to just barely hold onto the pommel as the cold water hit his back and suddenly he was being pulled under.

“Fuck!”

Water flooded his nostrils and the sediments kicked up from their thrashing scratched and burned his eyes as he forced them open to try and get his orientation back. He twisted harder against the kappa’s hold, trying to break free. The creature was shrieking beneath the water now as Remus kicked against its scaly skin.

He was running out of oxygen, his lungs seizing with the desire to just breathe in. His leg was beginning to ache as the kappa’s claws dug in and he could see a small cloud of red floating around them and driving the creature into a craze. Knowing that he was running short of time, he blindly drove his sword forward, the movement feeling odd under the water. Thankfully, he managed to hit the kappa straight in the throat. The water swirled with deep red as Remus pulled the sword loose, leaving the kappa with a gaping wound. 

Breaking the surface of the water, Remus gasped in air, his lungs burning with the pain of it. He managed to drag himself back up the muddy bank, tossing his sword to the side and flopping down on his back. He was covered in mud, his chest still felt tight from being deprived of oxygen for so long, but shockingly he didn’t feel all that tired. Weirdly enough he felt like he could probably go another few rounds.

Not that he wanted to. 

He shifted slightly and immediately regretted it. The feeling of cold, wet mud squishing inside his boots was enough to make him grimace, but it wasn’t just the boots. As he shifted again, trying to get comfortable, he felt the mud slide further down- into his fucking undershorts.

Remus groaned, closing his eyes and turning his face toward the sky. He ran a hand through his hair, but that only made it worse. His fingers got caught in a clump of wet dirt, and he nearly gagged at the sensation.

“Seven fucking hells,” he muttered to himself, wriggling in discomfort. He could feel the mud caked into places mud had no right to be. His hair was matted, his clothes soaked and heavy with filth, and the squelching in his boots every time he moved made him want to scream.

A shadow passed over and he cracked one eye open to see Ron’s towering form leaning over him. “Good down there, Hero?”

“Told you,” Remus sniffed haughtily. “Easy.”

“Yeah,” Draco snorted. “If by ‘easy’ you mean you nearly got drowned by an overgrown pond lizard, then sure. A real hero you are.”

“Thanks, Malfoy. I almost forgot.” Sitting up with a groan, Remus shook a clump of mud and muck out of his sleeve. “Can we please just go somewhere to clean up. Preferably somewhere not inhabited by bloodthirsty creatures?”

Harry reached out a hand for him, heaving him up. “We should be just about to the rivers at the base of Gryffindor. I can tell you for a fact that there’s no kappas, grindylows or anything else that’ll try to fight you.”

[fumblingmusings]

Does it make sense to see Francis and Arthur as lovers historically? I mean only after WWII they got along and even then they saw it as necessary and still they have closer relationships with USA and Germany... teach me sempai

Oh gosh not sempai please really I am not a figure of authority in anything please 😭

I mean if you wanna make them a thing, I say you do you! You can find a way to make it work, there's too much crossover for them to not be important in each other's lives. For better for worse.

But huh! I guess... it depends how you want to define lovers? I mean, them having angsty nasty sex I can certainly see. Them being soft and tender and the (willing) emotional vulnerability? In the 1400s? Personally... I can't see it, or at least, not if you intend to keep it close to canon.

When they were small, i.e. pre Norman conquest, they were close for sure, but England didn't really matter to France's immediate neighbours and concerns (going through his own unification and the after effects of that split into East and West of Charlemagne's lands and, as well respected the Anglo-Saxons were for somehow being rich af and having a notable royal line... they're still across the water and isolated).

Once the Normans come, their relationship breaks and doesn't recover until the Tudors (sort of... it's really up and down in the 1500s), thereafter it continues undulating up and down until the end of the 17th century, then it's just down again until the 1830s. Then, it steadily rises until what it is today, with the occasional slippage.

At least, that is how I would map Anglo-French relations over a thousand years.

FrUK isn’t my favourite historical Hetalia pairing for either character - that goes to Toni and Francis (because there is your on and off again romantic rivals my god) and then Gabe and Arthur for anything pre 19th century. 19th yes FrUK wins (because what a turn around in relations from the start to the end of the century) and then yes, Ludwig and Francis and then Alfred and Arthur for 20th century. (Ludwig and Feli doing their slow burn nonsense in the background the entire time mind you). Francis' attention has always been more drawn to the continent. Not Arthur. Arthur is loathe to think of the mainland.

There's smatterings of DenEng and BelEng in there for Arthur and of course ScotFra on the other side but those are the main relationships. For me. Personally.

I think the two of them have long, long stints where their egos cannot stand the other, and Francis has very good reason to loathe Arthur, just as Arthur could see Francis as being the source of many of his own woes... 'Our dearest enemies' and all that. We've roughly fought 40 wars against each other. France won more than half of them quite comfortably.

I also think it's worth mentioning that France was a major power in Europe from like the 9th century. I wouldn't argue the same for England really until... oh God. I don't know. At least six hundred years later. France was always self sufficient in a way England wasn't. France had a larger population a better climate etc etc... England for a long time is a pain in France's arse, but he is not the most pressing concern for most of it. When England got to grips with banking by copying the Dutch, having a better political and legal system (thank you Napoleon for fixing that I suppose...) however, then things got more equal.

Arthur's greed is what gets Francis' attention, and not in like a good way. I think that is a fascinating dynamic, as is the fact that genuine affection can be born from them being such horrors to each other (and those unfortunate to be caught in their orbit).

On another note, I think England likes France more than they like us though. Personally speaking. I think Brits admire far the French more than vice versa. We're always going to be lesser than, to them. For one reason or another. We are too prone to cutting off our nose to spite our face, and they derive too much joy from the spectacle.

[collectorcookie]

fandom/game vent

tw: csa

Uuugghgggh. Idk why but nothing feels right lately.

On one hand, the enstars fixation died down A LOT. Great for my bank account tbh, i don't wanna spend another cent on gacha games. My brain is free🎉🎉🎉

And rather than feeling this pressure of "omg i must grind new events and get new cards" or "omg there are so many event stories i missed out on" or "i must grind every single new song on all difficulty levels for dia" i just. Don't do that anymore lol. I actually just play the songs whenever i actually feel like playing any and i read only the stories that actually interest me. Which definitely aren't a lot tbh. (still waiting on that knights climax tl) but yeah i'm basically reading 0 stuff from engstars.

So if you wanna break free from a gacha game sucking your soul, I think the reason why the enstars fixation died down so much for me is a combination of

burning myself out trying to get cards

getting bluetooth headphones (which basically make it impossible to play the game with headphones)

turning the BP game notification off

Engstars TLs getting worse than fan TLs

Obviously i still have basic but since i can't read japanese, i can't stress myself over reading new stories because i can't read anything at all. Yaaaay. I have evolved into a casual player.

Now. On the other hand. The new fixation. My beloved wizards. Mahoyaku.

I'm gonna be so honest, i kinda hate it here.

Don't get me wrong, i love the game, i love the story, i love the characters. But the fans. The fans man.

Like with enstars fandom, i started out with tumblr, and sure, i had to occasionally block some people and filter out some stuff, but that was it. That was enough for me to be able to chill and actually be comfortable in the enstars fandom space on tumblr.

Now, there are basically no mhyk fans on tumblr. Ok fine. Guess i'll go on twitter instead. So i made a twt account.

I truly cannot explain to you how much i should not have done that.

Like, ok, LOTS MORE fanart which is great. Fantastic. Lovely. However, a lot of proshippers. Many many proshippers. Like i do not have that much experience in fandom spaces in the first place but i swear the amount of proshippers is disproportionately large in mhyk fandom, on twt at least.

Ok another warning for talk about csa if you somehow didn't catch the one above

I think it's obvious from my blog here alone how much i like northfam, especially Snow and White. To be so honest, Snow and White were the biggest hesitation for me to NOT get into mhyk because we all know the "child looking character is actually over 2000 y.o." is NEVER handled well in fiction. Well, i ended up reading mhyk anyways, and to my relief, s&w's child forms do not get sexualized ever. Thank god.

But like mentioned before, this is not the case for the fandom. Not only do i always end up finding people shipping s&w together, but also many other of my faves, like oz and arthur (foster father and son) or mitile and figaro (student and teacher). Which i do not want to see ever, and the thing with twt is, you can't tag and filter stuff like on here. And even after being on twt for...idk how many months, i STILL end up seeing stuff i would like to stay 4869761093 lightyears away from.

I've been trying to do everything, from blocking to muting words to clicking the three dots on each individual post i don't want to see for the "please don't show me stuff like this". AND IT STILL HAPPENS.

Idk man...as a csa survivor myself it feels so hopeless...like is it really worth it here if i'll just keep finding stuff that triggers me? Is it worth meeting new people and constantly being on edge if this new fan thinks being proship is ok?

I really did like making fanart for fandom purposes, it made me draw a lot more, but between my dying interest in enstars and mhyk fandom thinking the stuff that has and will put me in therapy for decades is hot. I don't feel like interacting with fandom that much anymore ngl....and that makes me genuinely sad. Idk maybe this is a depressive episode that will go away but i feel so tired for now....hobbies are supposed to be fun....

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[invcntions]

❛  just  go .   get  out  of  here ,   go .  ❜ - dae & banks

“ dae, please. ” he pleads softly, light eyes fixed firmly on the other male even if his gaze isn't being met. and he can't blame dae for it. “ you know i don't want to go with her. i want to be there with you. only you — you can go with birdie and i'll still be able to see you. ” from across the room at his own family's christmas party — a party that of course his parents had decided it wouldn't look right for him to turn up at alone. he should have told dae about that part. he should have found a better way to break the news about his new date than waiting for dae to hear about it from someone else. it's his fault, banks knows that the same way he knows the argument isn't about some company christmas party. it's about them. everything they can never have summarized in one excruciating evening. and he's just asked dae to come watch it like some messed up shakespearean tragedy. “ i'm sorry. ” he whispers quietly, aware how little comfort the words will offer either of them. but it's all he has. “ i didn't mean for it to happen this way. ” the party. the relationship. getting involved with dae had been a selfish decision from the very beginning and now banks has no idea how to let him go — at least he can leave for the time being, offer the other male a little space to clear his mind. “ i'll call you. ” the words break the quiet of the room gently as he turns back from the door. he'll always call, even if the kinder thing to do would be to let dae take the push he needs to leave. “ i really am sorry. ”