#he got to craddle that hope in his hands and protect it

[myherobirdbros]

When you're living your life and then "We'll win this!" Fucking wrecks you it.

[romanarose]

WHAT IF

(and I'm sorry if I ask something that's happened in canon. I haven't read all the bonus LAL content yet)

What if Santi and Laci traveled for a vacation and she got lost from him or just had a triggering meltdown (if this is too sensitive a question, that's okay, I understand!)

Leather and Lace

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I just let you skip right ahead on this one lol You actually get a fic bc i love the idea

Santiago Garcia x OC!Lacina Dumas

For context, although I don't know if it'll come out officially, I think of Laci as autistic. He non verbal episodes, sensitivities, overwhelmed by sounds and people that was only compounded by her trauma. She has lower support needs in her 30's but thats how i view her.

Santi, first of all, would be losing his fucking mind if he lost her on vacation. He would he blame himself so fast but he also was good at keeping a clear head. Maybe they traveled to Miami after Leto was born (Since you havnt read bonus content or Take your time and for the longest time, in the current timeline Santi and Laci just got maried and Laci is 5 month pregnant with their son, Leto Antonio Garcia-Dumas. Name started as joke between me and Mona and when talking baby names but then we decided we liked it.)

Imagine it, Santi carrying Leto in a front carrier, both of them with glasses and blue hates and looking cute as hell matching. Santi admittedly had a slight preference for a girl but he was absolutely head over heels for his son. Perfect wife, perfect baby, perfectly family. He carried the baby, wanting to do it until he knees or neck start really bothering him. Laci was recovered by the c-section but he liked spending time close with Leto. He liked having his son right up to his chest while holding his pretty wife's hand as she practically skipped at the zoo.

He cant remember why he let go of her, something about adjusting Leto's hat? Or fixing the straps? It didn't matter. He kept walking, trusting Laci was at his side in the crowded zoo. Then, when it was done and he looked to his right she was gone.

Logically, Santi knew she hadn't been taken. Santi knew that in the US, women weren't grabbed off the streets for sex trafficking. He'd worked with enough anti-trafficking missions to know these women are mostly tricked, and almost always by people they trust. He knew that, really. Still there was still that panic, that flash in his head that he'd have to see her again the way he did when he found her. Beaten and bloodied, grey skinned and bones jutting out. Laci's therapist said he was traumatized from all he'd seen, from the way he found Laci, now his wife, in such a state. He'd reflect on this later.

More realistically, he knew as soon as Laci knew she was separated from him, she'd panic. She'd been doing amazing, recoverying in a lot of ways but she still can't be outside their home or her work without someone she trusts. He immidietly starts looking for her, calling out her name, wishing they'd gone with Frankie and Jana or Will and Lorelei so it wasn't just him looking, His left hand craddles Leto, protecting the pre-me as he pushed through crowds, his voice getting more and more frantic.

"LACI!!!"

Then he hears someone calling for security and a crowd gathering off in the distance a bit. He thinks the worst, and rushes off hoping he's found her. When he gets close he hears her. Laci is crumbled on the ground, trying to curl into a ball but the security had his hand on her arm, trying to pull her, saying she has to leave. An older woman with a toddler holding her hand is trying to defusing the situtation, saying to let her go, he's making it worse.

"GET YOUR HANDS OFF HER!" Rushes to his wife, yanks securities hands off his wife and drops down, trying to hold her but also be careful with Leto. He's crying now, the jostling of the search scarying him.

Security tells him they need to leave, Santi harshly tells him to shut up. He can't take care of Laci and Leto, Laci covering her ears but huddling close to him, crying hystericly. Santi hasn't seen Lace like this possibly ever, she usually shuts down during incidents. The nice older lady offers to hold Leto, and when Santi seems hesitant, she sits next to them on the ground. She can't run off with him, so he takes Leto out to where he is soothed by the stranger.

Santi gets behind Laci, squeezing her in a hug but not restraining her. He just knows she likes the pressure. She likes his arms around her while he speaks calming words. If she knows he's there, she knows she's safe.

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Back at the hotel, Santi lets her rest. He orders her favorite foods and handles everything with Leto other than Laci breastfeeding.

It's 2 am, Laci is unable to sleep so they find I Love Lucy on the TV and watch it together in the warm glow, Letos travel crib safely next to their bed.

"I'm sorry baby." Santi whispers into her hair. "I shouldn't have let you out of my sight."

She shakes her head, pulling her hands out of the blanket to sign. "I'm 31. I should be able to go to a fucking zoo."

Laci doesn't swear. Not on principle, but its just not in her nature. When she does, he knows its real. She's upset with herself.

Santi knows he can't point out the obvious. That she hasn't lived a normal life, that she's experienced and survived horrors most people can't even comprehend. He knows that won't help. "It's okay, baby. You're making so many improvements, and I'm gonna be every step of the way with you. I'm so proud of how far you come."

It didn't have the desired effect. Her cute little face scrunched up, and she began to softly cry. How could he make her see? Make her understand how proud he was of her?

"I'll never be a good mom"

And Santi's heart shatters, breaks into a million pieces at the though she thinks she isn't. Laci hold a lot of guilt for Leto being premature and thus being born blind. She thinks she got pregnant too soon, that she didn't take care of her stress levels enough, or eat right or this or that. She loves Leto so much she feels she can't be enough.

"Munequita, no, no oh my god... you're a wonderful mother, the best he could ever ask for."

But she shook her head, signing, "I can't take him to the park alone. I can't go drive him to a friends house. I can't-"

"Lace..." Santi cupped her face, guiding her to look at him, his own eyes wet with tears. "Plenty of parents can't do that sort of thing, but that's okay. You don't have to do it alone. I'm gonna be here. We'll go to the park together, I'll drive you both around. You've shown me you can handle those high stress moments when it comes to the safety of those you love... You'll do it for him if you need to. But, Miss Lacina, listen to my words. You will be there for Leto in all the most important ways. You'll support him in all his activities, give him everything he needs to thrive even with hearing loss. You'll be the most loving mother the world has ever seen, and Lace? Leto adores you. He adored you now, and he always will. We're both lucky to have you."

Her body language relaxes, and Santi sees a little smile on her pretty face. He kisses her nose.

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I love them they are like my children ;-;

Tagging a few people who still show interest in lal stuff <3

@my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction @missdictatorme @itspdameronthings @poeedameronn @pimosworld @miraclesabound

[brooklynn3253]

BILLY HARGROVE ANGST

Hallie Henderson ran a hand through her thick, brown curls, the familiar gesture a futile attempt to tame the unruly mane. It was a constant battle, one that mirrored the current chaos swirling in her life. She stared at the two lines on the pregnancy test, the stark pink lines confirming a reality she never wanted, a reality she couldn't even begin to process.

The culprit, Billy Hargrove, was as absent as he was callous. He had swaggered into her life, a whirlwind of arrogance and bravado, and left a trail of heartbreak and a burgeoning life within her. The thought of him, a reflection of the careless disregard he had shown her, fueled a rage that burned hotter than any summer sun.

'I'm not going to tell anyone,' Hallie muttered, her voice hollow. She was the older sister, the responsible one, the one who held the Henderson family together. The news, if it ever got out, would shatter that image, would leave the family in a maelstrom of gossip and judgment.

***

Steve Harrington, ever the reliable friend, stood patiently outside the Henderson house, his gaze fixed on the front door. He had known Hallie for years, since they were kids, and he was the first person she went to when the world started imploding. He had listened to her rant about Billy's callous indifference, her frustration at the unfairness of it all, the fear that gnawed at her insides.

He didn't have any answers, any magic solutions. He just held her hand, offered a shoulder to cry on, and promised that he wouldn't judge. He knew Hallie better than anyone, and he saw the pain behind those green eyes, the fear that lurked beneath her strong exterior.

The day she told him, her voice trembling, a fragile butterfly caught in a storm, he pulled her into a hug, his own heart sinking. It was a devastating revelation, not just for Hallie, but for Steve as well. He'd harboured a quiet affection for her for years, a feeling that had always simmered beneath the surface, untouched but unwavering.

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Billy, with his usual swagger, found himself surprisingly rattled. He had known Hallie was pregnant, had seen the way she would craddle her stomach, the tenderness that contradicted her anger. His anger, too, was mixed with something else, something he couldn't quite name. It was a gnawing unease, a pang of guilt that he tried to suppress.

It wasn't uncommon for him to leave a trail of broken hearts, but Hallie was different. She was strong, independent, and she had a way of seeing through his facade, calling him out on his bullshit. It was a vulnerability he hadn't experienced before, a vulnerability that he wasn't sure how to handle.

One evening, he found himself at the Henderson house, a rare display of out-of-character behavior. He found Hallie and Steve laughing in the kitchen, their easy camaraderie jarring him. He saw the way Steve looked at her, a mix of concern and admiration, the silent language of a bond he couldn't claim. It sparked a flicker of jealousy within him, a sensation so unexpected it made him flinch.

He realized, with a jolt, that Hallie had found solace in Steve. She wasn't alone, she wasn't drowning in her own despair. He saw the relief that washed over her face whenever Steve was around, the quiet comfort she found in his presence. He realized, with a chilling clarity, that he had, in his own twisted way, pushed her into the arms of another.

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The following months were a blur of doctor's appointments, cravings, and hushed conversations. Hallie, with Steve by her side, navigated the complexities of pregnancy with a newfound strength. She embraced her role as a mother, her fears gradually giving way to a fierce protectiveness.

She had her own battles, internal struggles with the fear of raising a child alone, the constant reminder of Billy's absence. But Steve was always there, a steady hand in the storm, a beacon of hope in her darkest hours. Their friendship deepened, evolving into something more, a shared journey of love, support, and the quiet comfort of knowing they were not alone.

Billy, meanwhile, watched from the sidelines, his heart a tangled mess of guilt, jealousy, and a confusing, burgeoning affection. He saw them together, a picture of harmony, and it fueled his desire to reclaim what he had so carelessly thrown away. He was caught in a web of his own making, an unwanted observer in the blossoming of something beautiful that he had inadvertently facilitated.

The story was far from over, the ending unwritten. The pregnant silence, heavy with unspoken truths, hung in the air, a testament to the complexities of life, love, and the unexpected twists of fate.

[vibratingskull]

Mermaid AU part 2

Part 1

Thrawn x f!reader

You look up to your ceiling, incapable of sleeping

Did it really happened ? Did you crossed path with a merman?Did you hallucinate this meeting?

But the shiny scales you hide in your drawer tells you no.

You want to see him again.

To really believe you NEED to see him again

But you already got back to the cove, he was nowhere in sight. Not hard to understand why, who would hang around where your life was once threaten?

 But you have to be sure!

You pick up some stuffs and leave your house in the dead of night.

At the beach you sneak to the barks and meticulously detach one, push it into the ocean and jump inside

You paddle until the beach is nothing more than a thin line in the horizon. You deduced he would most probably be in the open sea than the shore.

As to lure him, you hope mermaids are like in movies and are sensible to song. He looked like a night creature with his eyes.

You take out your ukulele from your bag and start playing a simple yet joyful melody. You whistle at first, before switching to singing

You sing your heart out for two hours, searching the water with your flashlight from time to time, in hope of seeing a red glow at the surface

But nothing.

You come back the next day

And the next

And the next

And the next

One, two, three month pass but you continue with this crazy hope that you didn’t dream, wondering dometimes if you weren’t just a fool.

One evening it was so late you dozed off mid-song and sleep on the sturdy wood of the bark, craddled by the waves getting more and more agitated

Suddenly, you feel a pointy sharp thing grazes across your cheek and the cold bite of some sea water drops 

You open your eyes in a flash and catch a glimpse of shiny red before it disappear just as quick

You rise so quickly you almost fall overboard, searching franctically the waters with the flashlight

 You only catch a large tails rapidly disapearing in the depth of the ocean.

He is real...

He is real!

You scream in joy in the lonesome dark night, and paddle after him, fighting against the agitated sea.

One wave crashes on you, drenching you to the bone

The next one however...

The next one propulse you out of the bark in the black sea

You try to pierce the surface, but in this black sea up and down looks alike

You break out with a gasp, cold to the bone, when a third wave pushes you back deep under the surface.

You start panicking when something grazes your leg

You can’t see a damn thing

“Something” grasps your arm and drag you behind it at an impressive speed 

You’re back at the surface, you gasp for air.

In way less time it took you to reach the open sea you’re back on the sand of the beach

But as it releases you you grasps it yourself and throw the flashlight right at it

It protects itself with its hand

It’s him! 

He roars and almost slashes at you with his claws

He frees his arm and jump back into the water swiftly

You look him disappear, trembling, wet and miserable

But you’re smiling

You look down at your hand and open it

An expertly crafted bracelet rests on your palm

You have your proof

You’re contented

@blueninjablade3

[poisonousroxstar]

Imagine:

Being the friend to Platonic yandere Mono & Six

Plot summary: How platonic yandere Mono and Six (separate) would be with a best friend S/O

This Contains: ❗❕ SPOILERS ❗❕. Yanderic themes. Abandonment (giving). Cannibalism (receiving). Character death (S/O). Angst. Possibly OOC for six.

Note: Traumatized children in a traumatized world, good intentioned boy with a selfish minded girl

Mono:

By default, Mono is protective, so adding some Yandere influences onto him would only push it to the extremes.

You're his only friend in this crushingly cruel world. You're the light in the darkness, and you mean so much to him. You're his best friend, and he'd do anything for you.

And I mean that, if he can he'll do it for you without hesitation. You hold so much power over little mono.

Mono is extremely overprotective and possessive. He's scared something might hurt you, so he'll tend to cling practically to the side of your hip and do his best to follow you everywhere he can.

Normally, he'd have no issues with having around other children, but with the way he is here, he doesn't like them hanging around you. Mono fears they may also hurt you or take you away from him, leaving him all alone.

He wouldn't know how to go on if you actually did leave him for another friend or if you died. The two of you have been through so much together; the bond you share is unimaginably strong (in his mind, at least), and so the idea of you no longer being part of his life anymore causes him anxiety and almost pain.

Mono loves you deeply (platonically, of course), and he'll always be by your side. If you ever show him physical affection, he'll practically melt into your touch. The world of Little Nightmares is extremely harsh and little gestures like these are hard to come by, so when you hold his hand it makes him so warm and happy on the inside.

You're probably the only person he'll ever show his face to. He trusts you a lot and really wants your acceptance. His face is pretty. . Scary. . so the fact you accept it and accept him makes him feel dreamy, comforted and secure. He doesn't care how many monsters come his way, as long as he has you by his side he'll take on anything.

If you were to die, Mono would be inconsolable. He'd sit by your body, holding your lifeless corpse, and just let himself cry over the death of his dearest friend; his soulmate, even, unable to do anything else but hug you desperately.

He'd die right alongside you, slowly withering and starving away as he continued to craddle your decaying body. Without you, there wasn't a point in going on any longer. You two were meant to get out together, you were suppose to survive, together.

He became extremely dependent on you emotionally, so when you died a huge part of him died along with you. Guilt-ridden and defeated. At least on the bright side, he got to see you again. He hoped.

If, however, the situation was like the ending in the game and you ended up abandoning Mono, he'd be a cocktail of emotions. Confused, stunned, hurt, silent. . But above all, despair.

He'd climb right up on that chair and simply sit there, motionless. His heart was broken by what you did, and much like his reaction to your death he'd simply give up.

But under the tower's influence, he continued to live. And through this influence, his emotions would be twisted and corrupt.

Once he becomes thin man and is freed from the room, his first thought would be to find you and take you. He'll hunt you down in any spot he can find, and if he has to, he'll try and slow down or even hurt his younger self just to have you in his grasp.

Once he does get you, he'll take you away to the tower. No matter how much you may scream or cry, he'll ignore it and bring you back with him.

Now, Thin man doesn't really 'hurt' you like you'd expect. He doesn't wanna hurt you actually, he simply wants his 'best friend' with him again. And now that he does, he'll make sure you'll never leave him again. Mono loved you even when you left him, and so does thin man.

Thin man's psyche was broken from both your betrayal and the time of isolation he had to endure. He'll no longer be able to process the fact he may be hurting you, selfishly thinking only for himself. He'll turn you into a monster so you'll have no choice but to be with him, and if he has to? He'll make it slow and agonizing.

But don't worry. Once it's done, you'll be placed in a special room tailored just to your liking. If you had a favourite object then he'll give it to you, making it the item that keeps you locked in this form.

Unlike mono, Thin man will treat you more like a pet then a person. His mind is warped, and his treatment is just as much, but overall he's just happy to have you with him again. And you're never leaving his side, ever.

Of course, his plan doesn't fully go accordingly, and he's eventually stopped by his younger, much stronger self. But everything that's happened is already done, and unknown to mono, he has ultimately began his own undoing.

Six:

Six was suspicious and untrusting of you at first, but once you got her trust she never left your side.

She came to depend on you for many things. You became a source of comfort for her, a reason to survive. You treated her kindly, and she grew to want everything you could offer her, while she did her best to return it.

Six doesn't like anyone or anything getting near you, especially other children. If she sees one getting too close, she'll start to growl like a protective dog. Your friendship is only for her, she doesn't want anyone else taking it. She may even try to isolate you from any others.

While she isn't as self-sacrificing as Mono, Six will do a lot to ensure your safety. She'll follow your lead and do everything you ask, assuming they're safe enough of course.

You make her feel safe, like she doesn't have to always run away or hide from the dangers of the world. Her guard will still be up, but she'll be just a little less tense with you around.

She really likes your affection, but she cannot handle extreme amounts of physical touch. So a handhold is just perfect for her. She'll be flustered, but Six loves it nonetheless.

If you died, Six would be so incredibly sad, and incredibly angry.

She's never allowed herself to get this close to someone before, to find such comfort in another living being. And for all that effort and love just for it to be mercilessly torn away, it would only make her heart close off from any emotional connections again.

Unlike mono, she won't stay by your cadaver for the rest of her life. She'll take whatever item you had, something she knew you had an attachment too, and keep it with her for the rest of her journey.

A final semblance of her only friend, and the first, and last, connection she had.

If you were to die when Six developed her hunger, there is a massive chance she may eat parts of you. In her mind, she may see it as keeping you closer to her, as you'll become ONE with her.

But if you were to betray her, then six would be infuriated beyond belief.

She would be hurt, and extremely vengeful, wanting to now find you and pull you apart like a broken doll.

Spite is a huge part of Six's personality, so pray you never run into her again, as she can and will hurt you if given the chance.

Her trust issues definitely spiked after this, no longer allowing anything else to fester inside beside cold rage and the need to survive.

If you're still alive by the time she gains The Lady's powers, she may go out of her way to hunt you down and hurt you, exactly how you hurt her.

She'll make you suffer in any way possible, because she can't forgive for what you did. Never.

She may even turn you into a nome and keep you locked away in a metal or glass cage, where she'll keep you close and watch you, perhaps even using some of her magical abilities to punish you.

Because despite it all, her chilling heart does have some compassion for you, albeit weak and impaired. She'll see this fate as both punishing and rewarding, mainly for her.

You won't ever see the day of light again behind the enclosure she's placed you in. You'll only see her and the darkness around her.

And she'll always get to be by your side, watching you, observing you. She may even demand your attention and affection, and she will force it out of you if she must.

Even as she grows older, bigger, stronger, Six will still keep you under lock and key. Your existence will only be known to her, and her alone.

Two best friends, united for all eternity.

[apparentlyaswarmofbees]

EVEN MORE Small Things to Imagine With The Brothers and Undatables

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Lucifer

The way he squints challengely at you when you spot a single paper plane on the corner of his office that looks suspisciously like a document.

The ultimate betrayal as he nudges the back of your knees with his own consequently making you almost lose balance.

The concentrated furrow of his brows upon his closed eyes as he tests the sounds of an old violin, big eyelashes slowly fluttering open as he gives a satisfied smile.

Present him a plushie and enjoy the sight as he takes a final look at his documents and any lost messages before going to bed, all the while keeping said plushie confortably sitting on his leg, his fingers absentmindely rubbing the soft texture every once in a while

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Mammon

The casualness as you fix each other's clothes and accessories, your hands unwrinkling his collar, his fiddling with your own. Expect to have any long sleeves you wear suddenly be folded up whenever you guys sit near each other.

The teasing peek of skin from his belly and hips as his shirt rolls up just enough when he stretches his arms up with a very long, and slightly exagerated, yawn.

Having him laying on his arms on your middle, the adorable scrunch of his face, rubbing it on his arms as he tries to wipe off the growing smile on his lips when you give his nose an affectionate and gentle pinch.

Peeking from behind a tree and having him chase you around in circles until either of you decide to just to grab onto the other forcefully.

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Leviathan

Tying his bangs in a cute little ponytail on the top of his head and watching as he refuses to undo it with pride for the entire day if the tie used was Ruri-Chan themed.

Making voices with him in front of a fan on a hot day, and watching as he starts to make more and more different voices and references the more confortable he gets.

Watching as Henry follows his owner's movements as he wanders back and forth in front of the big aquarium in a rant.

Hugging him close and playing with his hair as he burries his entire face on your shoulder and squeezing you closer with his arms each passing minute until he finally relaxes.

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Satan

Challenging each other to read the most ridiculous crack fics in the most dramatic poet voice manageable and watching as he struggles to keep his composure.

The ridiculously serious and concentrated frown on his face as he tries to make a perfect ketchup cat on the top of an omelette and the ridiculously cute proud smirk on his lips as his eyes shine brightly at his successfull creation.

Talking to him about a show he has already watched and the undoubtedly excited fidgeding of his body as he struggles both to not spoil you of anything and to not give you omnious comments about what you should expect next.

Alternativelly, his coninuous gaze as he tries to read into every single detail on your facial expressions in a curious attempt to see if it gives out what he should expect to happen next on a show you have watched and recomended to him.

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Asmodeus

The sight of him humming along to a tune with an absentminded smile as he paints his toe nails. There are clips in his hair to keep his bangs away from his eyes, toe separators on his feet and definetelly a few stains on his hands.

The way he looks in your direction with a wrigling brow as he flips his scarf dramatically over his shoulder in front of a store's one sided mirror.

Sharing a candied apple and watching as he smiles, small pieces of candy still stuck on and off his lips, giddy at both the idea of sharing it with you and the sweet taste of the lovely treat.

The happy twirl he gives as he shows off to you the new outfit he bought, clapping excitedly after having you do the same to him, possibly with the help of his own hand, spinning you smoothly almost like in a dance.

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Beelzebub

Kissing the very tip of his nose and watching as the corners of his mouth squishes his reddening cheeks as he smiles so hard to the point he may not even be able to keep his eyes open anymore.

The almost bratty but adorable pout he gives when you deny him a sample of the still in process of making food before he proceeds to basically glue himself to your back, his head resting on your shoulders or head, expectant eyes watching as you move.

The sight of his hunk figure crouching down in front of a flower bed, his careful fingers giving the flowers a series soft and gentle nudges and touches, his face devoid of expression as he pays attention to every single detail. He nods, his face now carrying a satisfied smile. They were healthy.

Having him gladly and happily bend his head down to your height as you reach your hands into his hair, giving him a well deserved head pat.

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Belphegor

Hanging up a blanket on top of a very throughly organized nest of pillows and stuffed animals in the dark, snuggling to him shoulder to shoulder, a flashlight in one hand, Grimm Fairy Tales on the other.

Watching as he succumbs himself to the rule of kittens as he lays down on the floor, giving a free pass for the small felines to climb and snuggle into his face, neck and body all they wanted.

Whispering ridiculous things right into each other's ears in an attempt to make the other laugh out loud in the worst places and situations.

Curling with him under a big blanket on a cold day, each with their own mug of hot chocolate. The adorable sight of a very obvious cream moustache that has made it's place on the sleepy demon's face.

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Solomon

Taking Use of the closeness of your boddies while cuddling as an opportunity to tickle the hell out of him and watching as he struggles to decide if he should focus on getting out of your betraying hold or if he should keep on blocking your wriggling hands that keep reaching for his most sensitive spots.

Going on a small trip to the human world and somehow ending the day laughing your hearts out as you ride a two seats bike, that came equipped with two very nostalgic bells, together.

Sitting together with your backs touching, the immortal sorcerer closing his eyes, you being able to feel his every breath as he inhales and exhales, his body relaxing and melting into your presence alone.

Taking part of his shenanigans in the kitchen, feeding each other surprisingly edible samples, a happy smile never once leaving his face.

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Simeon

Having your feet on top of his or his on top of yours as you both give in an attempt at slow dancing, his chuckles reverberating between your touching bodies, the vibrations leaving behind a small and giddy tingle on your skin.

Having him sit on the floor in front of you, your fingers combing through his dark hair and his body becoming more and more slouched as you attempt to style the silky strands into a braid.

Hands linked in the air for balance as each of you walk alongside an abandoned rail trail together, both of you aware, almost sheepishly, of how cheesy said action in fact was.

Sitting side by side on top of a tree branch, his fingers softly holding onto yours as both of you gaze into the distance, a gentle breeze swaying your clothes as the two of you enjoy a moment of confortable silence.

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Diavolo

Teaching him various types dances and styles, his beautiful laugh echoing through the walls as he both succeeds and fumbles in his gestures, bright eyes attently paying attention and mimicking your every movement.

Going to the carnival together, watching as the prince of hell almost bounces on his feet from attraction to attraction, all the while while wearing a cute animal eared headband he completelly refused to take off until he stepped inside his own castle.

Introducing him to the human world "magicians", his face morphing through a chain of expressions as he watches in wonderous amazement tricks ranging from simple card tricks to making things desappear, reapear and multiply.

Kissing each other all over the face, little smoochy noises getting mixed with a fit of giggles as both of you were set on not leaving a single patch of skin unkissed, even thought the two of you were now smiling too hard to even do it properly.

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Barbatos

Introducing him to fruit carving and watching as it slowly becomes like a new hobby for him. The buttler's posture and face turning into something almost fondly relaxed as he skillfully turns various types of fruits into beautiful shapes of objects, animals and flowers.

Giving each other an almost smirk like smile as you Link your arms together, the two of you bringing your respective glasses to your lips before drinking from the liquid at the same time.

Convincing him to try out scented candles, watching as he judges each option throughly, his expressions going through slight, almost unseen changes as he closes his eyes momentarily so he focuses solely on his senses of smell.

Gloved protective hands craddling your head onto his shoulder and firmly holding onto your back, the flicker of an almost sorrowfull expression threatening to break through his usual deadpan demanor gone unseen as he, strangely, hopes for his presence to be of enough confort.

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Hongjoong:

He was tossing and turning in his sleep, unaware of the beads of sweat trickling down his skin as he watches you get shot in the head, watching your body fall down the on the ground with a thud. His eyes immediately flew open as he felt a hand gripping his shoulder, shaking him violently. He scanned his eyes around the room, it was dark, hot (for him at least) and there was you in your silk bedroom gown with a worried look on your face. Immediately, Hongjoong threw himself onto you and tackled you into a tight hug. He didn't say anything but just kept you in his arms, hugging you closely to his chest. The dream felt so real, but he was glad that you pulled him away from it. He didn't know what would happen if you really did get shot, no, he shouldn't be thinking of that. His hold on you gets tighter and finally his mind would be put into ease as you wiped the sweat away from his forehead and hugged him back.

Seonghwa:

He extended his right hand clutching on the pistol tightly. He has his guard on as he investigates the abandoned warehouse alone, but with his men standing on guard outside for any surprise attackers. With slowly steps he opens each door of every room, but found nothing. On the last door, he felt an uneasy feeling as he approached towards it. He couldn't explain this feeling creeping on his skin, but as he opened the door, his legs almost gave up on his and he slowly slid down on the door with a shattering heart. The image of you laying down on your bloodied stomach and eyes closed pricked hot tears in Seonghwa's eyes. He crawled his way to you, lifting you up in his arms, craddling you and cried his heart out. Unaware to his conscious self, Seonghwa was crying in his sleep and you couldn't help but look at him in confusion before tapping his forearm to wake him up. When he opened his eyes, he stopped crying and stared at you. Blinking to himself, he processed everything around him. A few choked sobs escapes his lips as he slowly sits up from the bed and hugs you tightly. Telling you his dream and promising you that no harm will ever come upon you.

Yunho:

Yunho's blood boiled as he saw your condition - you were in the corner of the room, wrists and ankles binded with a rope, a piece of cloth stuffed inside your mouth and Yunho didn't missed the chance to see your tear stained cheeks, shrivelled hair and the dark purple bruises on your arms and legs, obviously from the beatings that you received to get him to their house. Unaware to his conscious self, Yunho's breathing got deeper and ragged, his fists clenching and knuckles turning into white. To his anger in his dream, he raised his left hand and punched the lamp, waking you up from your sleep. You raised an eyebrow and turned your head to look at Yunho. His eyebrows furrowed and his hands still clenching, you knew immediately that he was dreaming, turning your body to face him and lay down on his forearm with an arm wrapped around him. Yunho woke up with a weight on his arm and stomach, opening his eyes, he found you sleeping besides him. He slowly steadied his breathing before turning to his side, wrapping his arms around you tightly and resuming his sleep.

Yeosang:

The sight of your lifeless body on the cold ground brought tears in his eyes and his heart shattering into a thousand pieces. He was too late to save you, and he would never ever forgive himself. He will forever live to feel the regret and pain. As he held your lifeless body in his arms, he felt the spout of a gun being pointed in his temple, with a click, a bullet pierced through his head. Yeosang immediately opened his eyes and sat up straight on the bed. His breathing heavy and ragged, eyes scanning his surroundings. He couldn't form any words in his mouth, but his words came to flood his mind. He immediately turned to his side and found you still asleep, facing him. Closing his eyes, a sigh of relief escape his lips. He laid back down in bed, pulling you in his arms, running a hand down on your hair and whispering all the promises he would do for you.

San:

In his dream, he found you unconscious by the shore. All the color in you faded into pale white and unmoving. He didn't cared if his clothes were getting drenched by you, he moved a few strands of your wet hair away from your face, placing an ear near your nose and mouth to check if you were still breathing. When he couldn't make out a sound, a small, choked out sob escaped his lips, his hands gripping on your arm and knee. What would the point of living be now that you're gone? The source of his happiness, the reason why he gets up everyday and the one who makes him feel complete. A small sound escaped his lips and slowly he fluttered his eyelids open. The sudden change in scenario confused him, now he is in his room, dark and cold. It had been a dream, right? He turned to your side, seeking your comfort but noticed how the space beside him is empty. San bit his lower lip, a few tears escaping his eyes. He got up from the bed and looked for you everywhere, but his feet stopped by the kitchen as he saw you sitting on one of the wooden stools drinking a cup of hot tea. His vision gets more blurry but he could feel your arms wrapping around him and a hand rubbing his lower back.

Mingi:

It was a beautiful, sunny day. After the beautiful ceremony, Mingi went away quickly from your side to talk to his men if anything was suspiscious. When he heard that nothing was detected, Mingi took out a bottled red wine and poured himself. Raising his glass to you as you gossiped with your friends inside. And in one quick motion, the church bursted into flames, creating a loud explosion. Everyone scurried away from the burning place except Mingi. He never saw you got out of the place and fear got him that you might be inside. To his assumption, he was correct. A marble white column of the church had fallen on top of you. Mingi, so heartbroken and devastated let out a menacing scream. He stirred in his sleep, realizing that he was gritting his teeth, hands forming into fists and his jaw tightening. When he woke up, his breathing became normal again and he was back in his room with you still sleeping in front of him. Mingi laid down on his back first and tried to erase his dream. He would never let anything fall onto you and promised that he would always be by your side. He turned to his side and admired your sleeping form.

Wooyoung:

Before he was told where you are located, he was given a single instruction that he must do in order to locate you. And that simple instruction is to shoot the large bag in front of him, Wooyoung got carried away and used almost all of his bullets. When he was done, he was told that you were inside a bag. Confused, Wooyoung didn't know which bag was the person talking about. Until it hit him, there was only one bag with him and is placed in front of him. With a shaky hand, Wooyoung walked closer and found blood sipping out of the leathery bag. Tears pricked his eyes as he couldn't bring himself to open the bag and see your bloodied figure. He didn't know what pained him more: him being the cause of your death or him being the reason why you're dead. A part of you lives in Wooyoung, and Wooyoung felt that large part of you die along with you. When he suddenly opened his eyes, he momentarily stopped breathing and was met with a dark room, staring up at the dark ceiling. The soft sounds of waves crashing and the fresh air coming in and out of the room and most especially, your eyes staring up at him. He knew his sudden movement caused you to wake up with him. He shook his head and embraced you tightly in his arms. Not wanting to tell you what he had just dreamed of.

Jongho:

One wrong move, he though to himself, he could lose you. But his growing anxiety to the idea of you being locked up in their base, who knows what could they be doing to you? Jongho took it upon himself and brought everything he needed inside a bag before setting off, alone. But on his arrival, he found the doors wide open. Thinking that it was a trap, Jongho warily entered. Tossing the bag full of grand, he opened each other, hoping that it would lead to you. The last door was sealed shut and Jongho had to use force. Upon opening the door, his eyes widened at the sight of your hanging body. Jongho immediately stood up on the chair and pulled you down, hoping that he still has time. But as he brought you down and checked your pulse, there was no sign of breathing or any other movement. Jongho sighed frustratedly, unaware of the tears brimming down his face as he hugged your still body to his chest. When Jongho suddenly opened his eyes, the bright rays of the sun beamed into the room, turning his head to the other side, he found you still sleeping, the rays of the sun creating a golden halo on top of your head. He frowned to himself and wrapped his arms protectively around you, glad that he was awake from his nightmare.

[dailyreverie]

Congrats on 2k! Can I get 26 Broken, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave with my sad broody boy 🔪 Bucky Barnes please and thank you, you beautiful human 🥰

A/N: Shannon! Hi! I'm sorry this took ages, but thank you so much for requesting 💖 This turned out a little longer lol I hope you like it!

26. A broken I love you, as you clutch the sleeve of my jacket and beg me not to leave

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x reader

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"I can't keep putting you in danger." Bucky can't even look at you as he speaks.

It feels surreal. Watching Bucky picking up the few items he had at your apartment and tossing them in his backpack feels surreal. You can't do much but look at him, leaning against the wall next to the entrance door biting your lip to stop it from quivering. It was not even because of a fight, there was not even a disagreement, it was a matter of safety. Your safety.

Bucky's mind was set to it, to leaving your place and staying away from you for a while, just until his current mission calms down. Whoever was behind it had mentioned your name to him once, and the thought of you being in danger because of who he is terrified him.

"I know," It's the only thing you can say, your voice breaking at your throat. And you do, you know that he is only doing this to protect you, but the way your heart is breaking while he does it makes you wonder if its worth it.

He approaches you after a while, his eyes looking around, looking at everywhere but you. "I think I got everything, but if you find something else just-"

"Buck." You stop him, closing your eyes to stop the tears from coming out. "Please don't." As your eyes open again you see his dropping to the floor, his jaw clenched hard as he avoids your gaze.

"I have to." His voice is hoarse and quiet, and even though he speaks so surely about having to do it you can see the doubt and the sadness behind his eyes.

"No, you don't!" You sob, your hand reaching up to cup his face. "We can figure this out together. I know it is dangerous, but Bucky, please..."

He looks up at you, his heart breaking apart at the sight of your tears streaming down your face. "I can't risk someting happening to you." His flesh finger removes the tears away, and as much as he avoids them your puffy eyes meet his. They are begging him to stay, looking at him and knowing that that's what he truly wants.

"Then stay here." You hand flies up to grab his wrist, clenching around his leather sleeve. Every fiber of your body is asking him to stay: your voice, your tears, the strong grasp you have on his jacket. "You can't leave, Bucky! I can't let you do that!" Your hand is desperately tugging his sleeve, the clutch you have on him not letting him move any further towards the door. "I love you. Please, Buck, please don't leave."

"Doll..." He begins, aware of how weak he sounds even when speaking above your broken sobs. The rest of the words don't come out, instead he just pulls you into his chest, letting his shirt soak all your tears.

"Stay," You try once more, your head tilting up to look at him as your hands now grasp the front opening of his jacket as his craddle the back of your head. "Please Bucky, stay." In your embrace, you can feel the metal plates shifting as he holds you tighter.

Bucky leans down to kiss your forehead, closing his eyes when his lips touch your skin and lingering there for an extra few seconds. "I love you too, doll, and that's why I have to do it."

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[archesa]

OOKAY GIMME 13 OR 15 FOR ANWEN AND TRAHEARNE

It's your (now belated) birthday, so here's both of them sweet Trammander kisses ^^ (I loved writing those!! And I hope I did well on Trahearne 😭🤞 tried to keep it cute and not too steamy tho! Hope you'll enjoy! Featuring Domestic fluff and Best Brother Faren!)

13)  sender sensually kisses right behind receiver’s ear.

The night was lazily dawning on Caer Aval. Crickets sang from the heights Lightfoot Passage. A warm summer breeze swept the curtains of the study, carrying the scent of salt and spray, humus and orchids.

Anwen had dozed, her book laying open, forgotten, on her lap, and her head nestled in the crook of her arm.

Trahearne blew out the candle, letting the faint luminescence of the glowing plant drown the room in its azure light, and crossed the study to the settee where Anwen was asleep. The mattress sank under his weight and she stirred, her lids heavy and her smile dreamy when she looked at him.

“Let’s get you to bed, dearheart.”

“Mmm-not tir’d...”, she mumbled, earning a light chuckle from Trahearne.

“I beg to differ.”

Her head lolled to the side when he passed his arm around her shoulders.

"Do you need an incentive?"

She peered through her lashes, a smile curling her lips and a blush rising to her cheeks as he leaned into the settee, a distant moan breaking past her lips when he lifted her from her seat and craddled her to his chest.

She wrapped her arms around him, nuzzling in the crook of his neck, her lips finding the line where his scar met the darker leaves framing his throat, and tracing the narrow length of his markings towards his ear, the warmth of her breath and the softness of her kiss making him melt and tighten his embrace.

"Stay with me."

"I wouldn't dream of leaving."

15)  sender takes hold of receiver’s face and teasingly squishes their cheeks so it puckers their lips before placing a quick peck.

The biting blizzard raging on Divinity’s Reach did not in the slightest impede the festivities of Wintersday - the sound of music and laughter carried by the wind through the streets of the capital up to the heights of Salma District.

Faren was waiting for them in the entrance hall, insisting they accompanied him to the grand reveal of the Palace’s illuminations, and the last of the gloom weighting on his shoulders from the reminder of the date - how could it be a year already since Mordremoth’s Awakening? - had melted away at the sight of his brother in law in a pointy woolen hat and assorted earmuffs.

“Laugh all you want, but, first of all, this getting me tons of compliments!”, the dandy lord retorted with an extravagant flourish, showing off his fancy new acquisition. “And second... tell him, Anwen!”

“He’s not getting tons of compliments.”, she smirked.

“No, the other thing!”

“Ah! I’m afraid I couldn’t refuse him a visit to the tailor! Got a new pair of gloves and a scarf.”, she said, motioning to the blue velvet delicately embroidered with shimmering butterflies covering her hands and neck. “Placed an order for matching outfits for the Queen’s Wintersday ball -- we ran into Anise and she reiterated the invitation in person so we can absolutely not get away from this one”, she apologetically added, earning a pointed nod from her brother. “And Faren had something ordered for you, since we had yet to make accommodations in your winter wardrobe for your arm.”

“You did not have to.”

“Consider this an early wintersday present.”, Faren dismissed. “And busy as you are with saving the world and whatnot, the least I can do is save you from a fashion faux-pas.”

The firstborn cast a last, pointed glance to the horror adorning the lord’s head and carefully opened the box, unfolding the tissue protecting the garment inside. A coat of deep emerald, rimmed with soft golden brown fur, left sleeve buttoned up and the length and width of the flaps covering the shoulders allowing room for his prosthetics. With this came two pairs of right-hand gloves and a huge, fluffy scarf of viridian wool.

It was... much more extravagant than what he was used to wearing, but at the same time tastefully chosen enough to resemble something he would choose for himself -- his usual greens enhanced with touches of blue and goldenrod, standing starkly next to Anwen’s sapphire outfit and the gilded alloy of his exalted pauldrons. Fancy enough to please Faren , yet familiar and comfortable enough to accommodate for his needs.

“Thank you.”, Trahearne said wholeheartedly.

“My pleasure. Now hurry! I can smell a fresh batch of cinnamon buns from the pastry stall down the street and I’m not keeping any for you two!”

With a swirl of billowing cloak and a dash of juniper, Faren was gone, Meryw who was waiting outside, rushing right on his tracks, leaving the hall resounding with the sound of snow crunching under their steps and a relieving sense of homecoming.

Anwen tiptoed and adjusted the fur collar around his shoulder.

“I’m happy you like it.”

“It is beautiful.”, Trahearne reiterated, observing the patterns on the hem of the coat shift in the silvery light of the day. “May I see your gloves?”, he asked, gently taking her hand under the guise of observing the gold and sapphire pattern on her wrist, only to lay a kiss on the back of her hand. “I’m not quite sure I can match your skill with a scarf, though.”

The young woman chuckled. “Here, allow me.”, she smiled, wrapping the stole around his neck in wide loops, swaddling him in warmth and comfort. She tiptoed to arrange it around his ears. He felt warmth creep up to his face and his glow flare when a mischievous smile enlightened her features as she cupped and squeezed both his cheeks to lay a playful peck on his lips.

“Shall we?”

He nodded. “Let’s not keep our siblings waiting.”

[slashersins]

Wassssssup

Okay so say reader is having a really bad panic attack (like hyperventilating to the point where they pass out in "said slashers' arms" how would Jason, Brahms, Bubba, Thomas and Michael react ???????

Make sure u eat today 🥺🥺🥺🥺❣️❣️❣️❣️

O O F . this is gonna be a thing .

Wassssssup

Okay so say reader is having a really bad panic attack (like hyperventilating to the point where they pass out in "said slashers' arms" how would Jason, Brahms, Bubba, Thomas and Michael react ???????

Make sure u eat today 🥺🥺🥺🥺❣️❣️❣️❣️

jason

finding you , in your shared cabin , panicked and sobbing , shaking uncontrollably on the floor had jason freaking out . he’s by your side in two long strides , pulling you into his chest as his hands skitter over you trying to find any physical hurt . which is what he’s used to . physical hurt . a hurt he can ease , a hurt he can see healing . he hasn’t had experience with a panic attack like this . at least not from someone who he’s cared for . so he isn’t sure what to do . he tries to hold you . tries to rub your back as you cry , desperately wishing that he could speak and ask what was wrong . 

and then you go limp in his arms . there’s a few seconds where jason can only stare at you with wide fearful eyes . you’re dead . you’re gone . you aren’t moving . he starts to tremble , starts to feel his own panic rise within him . and then he feels how you’re still breathing . and he can almost cry with relief . jason will craddle you , not able to move as he holds and rocks you , as he silently begs for you to wake back up , his mask pressed against your hair .

when you do wake up , at long last , jason will give you masked kisses to your forehead , try to wipe away any tears left on your cheeks and just stare . he needs to know what happened . what he can do . he’s calm and patient , if not a bit clingy , as you explain your panic attack . you’ll find no judgement from your crystal lake killer , only understanding and a need to protect and hold you closer . 

brahms

if you’re prone to anxiety attack , then there’s a chance that brahms has seen you have one before . when he was still in the walls , watching and somewhat removed from your break down . during those times when you were sobbing and rocking yourself through an attack , brahms would call out softly to you with his child voice , asking you what’s wrong . asking what he could do to help . saying he was sorry that he couldn’t comfort you even if he wanted to . 

but once brahms is out of the walls he’ll be by your side when you’re going through such a nerve wracking time . he can finally hold you , nuzzle in , pet your hair . he’ll try speaking in his child voice as he attempts to soothe you , if it doesn’t work he’ll use more of his true voice . but the worse your panic attack gets the more nervous he gets , the more anxious . he can tell you aren’t calming down , and that makes him grip you a little too tight , beg a little too much . he’s seen you break down before . but never this bad . 

passing out in his arms , at first brahms thinks that you finally settled and calmed down . he thinks you’re just done . but when you don’t respond to him . when you stay still , only breathing slow and even he starts to panic . now it’s his term to cry and shake . please be okay , y/n . please wake up . please don’t leave him . 

much like with jason , you won’t be moved from the spot you passed out in . brahms will be hovering , clinging , still crying as you come to . in a strange shift , brahms won’t be wanting you to comfort him . he isn’t going to be a brat . he’ll want to know what happened . is it going to happen again ? is it always this bad ? what is he supposed to do ? he didn’t know he was so scared . so scared . talk to him about it . tell him what to do , what helps . the next time you start to feel an attack coming on he’ll come to you , ready to hold you and help you with what you need . the boy will fade away , and the man will take it’s place . 

bubba

bubba panics . you’re his person . somewhere special . seeing you in such a state , especially for the first time , has him freaking out . who hurt you ? who did this ? was it nubbins ? chop top ? did drayton yell at you ? were you scared by some stray meat ? please don’t cry . now bubba is crying . he’s crying just as hard , empathetic to your pain . he’s going to hug you . cry on you and with you . when you hyperventilate , bubba might end up breathing harshly and whining . and when you pass out bubba feels faint . 

eventually , he’s going to pick you up , cradling you and whining as he brings you to your shared room . he doesn’t like how limp you are in his grip . he doesn’t like how your face is red and puffy from crying . but he wants to make sure you’re comfortable . bubba will tuck you into bed , holding your hand in both of his as he rests his head on your belly . he waits so patiently , whining and whimpering and babbling at you in hopes you wake up soon . 

this good southern boy will be so happy when you wake up . smothering you with happy noises and kisses . pressing his face into your stomach and chest and looking up at you with those big curious and worried eyes . it’s easy to explain to bubba , but hard to get him to fully understand . he won’t like knowing that this happens often , and he will hover around you more now . but just rest easy . no matter how bad your attacks get , you’ll always wake up to bubba giving you love and comfort .

thomas

living the way the hewitts do is stressful . thomas knows this . and he understands it can take a toll on someone . it even takes a toll on him . he knew it was a matter of time before it got to you , and it worried him constantly . but god , when he sees you break down . it’s worse than anything he had imagined . it felt like he’d been knifed by meat fighting back . he’s by your side in an instant . 

unlike the previous slashers , thomas doesn’t keep you in one place until you pass out . he moves you immediately . he wants you out of the place you’re panicking and into a place he knows you feel safe an secure . so thomas takes you to your shared room . he lets you cling , petting your back . he lets you cry . he doesn’t ask you to stop , he doesn’t try to force you to calm down . he lets you get everything out . he knows you need it , deep down . even if it breaks his heart to see you so wracked with anxiety . 

passing out worries him . but he knows it can happen . he’s brought in so many different kinds of meet and seeing someone pass out from stress or fear was common when he was lugging them to the basement . much like bubba , thomas will not leave your side . he holds your hand , hunched over and watching . waiting . he knows you’ll wake up . it just takes time . and he’ll be here for you to talk to when you wake up .

michael

this man has spent the majority of his life surrounded by people who suffered with different mental illnesses . he’s seen panick attacks , anxiety attacks , self explosion , freak outs . he’s seen how they were handled , seen in great detail every expression and movement they go through . so it’s a familiar sight to come into the room and see you panicking . for a moment he watches , all of the different ways the nurses and doctors handled patients suffering from the same thing as you were now being mulled over in his head . 

he doesn’t have medicine . and he isn’t keen on hitting your head with the end of his knife to make you pass out . he mulls over what to do as he watches you , thinking he should just leave you alone , but ultimately he moves forward . michael doesn’t lean down , doesn’t scoop you up . he stands next to you , taking your head in one hand and pressing it to the side of his leg . he keeps you there . it’s the closest thing to comfort that michael and offer . his hand doesn't move , but he does flex his fingers , giving the impression of petting your hair . 

when you go limp and pass out he is very aware . he watches your body slump , feels how your body moves from his grip and placement leaning on his legs to the floor . he stares down at you for only a moment before lifting your body and taking you to the bed . you’re placed there , settled but not tucked in . and michael seems fine with leaving you there . 

waking up , you’ll notice that you’re in your room , still in the same clothes you had been , just laid out on top of the comforter . but turn your head and you see a glass of water on your nightstand . you see a single pill for pain and headaches . all these things waiting for you , things left by michael who obviously chose to give you space . while michael isn’t the most affectionate . he does care . in his own little ways .

[legendsoffodlan]

Protecting the Pride

*A brief fic of Byleth and Leonie after their marriage at the end of Verdant Wind.*

Summary: Assassins infiltrate Garreg Mach with he intent of killing High King Byleth and his family, conveniently forgetting that both King and Queen won the war at the tip of their own blades

Rating: T

Ships: Byleth x Leonie (Leoleth). Implied Claude x Petra (Claudetra)

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The false king would die tonight.

Not just him, but that peasant whore he had married and their bastard child too. All of them would pay for their crimes against the Flame Emperor, the only true monarch of Fodlan.

The idea of those slaves of the Goddess, sitting on the thrones that rightfully belonged to her Eminence filled the assassin with rage. That the beautiful dream of a world made free had bee so cruelly crushed was enough to dry a man to madness.

But tonight Lady Edelgard would be avenged.

The assassin crept through the silent halls of Garreg Mach towards the royal nursery where the false King’s brat now slept. The information had come straight from one of their guards. It was amazing what enough ale and the right amount of coin could buy. He would slit the little bastard’s throat and be done with it. His compatriots should already be dealing with the royal couple.

As had been promised, the doors were unguarded. The assassin poked the door open as slowly as possible so as to not make a single sound. He knew that he had been incredibly fortunate thus far, and it would be just like fate to undo him now, when he was so close.

But the door made no sound, his luck held.

He crept in, silent as a mouse, towards the crib at the far end of the room, his poisoned dagger raised. He had been fortunate, the Lady Edelgard must have blessed his mission. It was perfect.

There was movement from the corner.

Before the assassin could blink, something sharp and segmented wrapped around his throat. He stopped with a gurk sound, the blades digging into his skin and the knife clattered from his hands.

Within a moment he realized that the Sword of the Creator was around his throat.

‘No... no, no, no!’ hethought desperately to himself. But, sure enough, the king himself stepped out from the shadows, a dark scowl on his face.

“H- how-” the assassin managed to choke out under the withering gaze of High King Byleth Eisner.

“The guard you bribed was not as drunk as you thought,” said Byleth coldly. “He reported to us as soon as he sobered up. My child is not here. They are safe in Abyss with Underlord Yuri.”

No. No, no, no! this could not be how it ended! The assassin felt tears well up in his eyes. “No- no- the- The Lady! She must-”

“The Lady?” said the King, a slight sneer in his voice. “You speak as though she was a God.”

“She was!” cried the assassin, desperately looking for an exit. “She was my Goddess!”

The King merely shook his head and tightened the grip of the sword. “Surrender, and you will be given a trial.”

Before the assassin could spit at Byleth, denounce him and his offer of mercy, the door creaked open.

Desperately, the assassin hoped it was his comrades, come to back him up. Perhaps they could rush the king together, overpower him.

But no, it was High Queen Leonie, waddling in, craddling her pregnant belly with one hand and brandishing her spear with her other.

A bloody spear.

“Sorry, love. They didn���t surrender,” she said apologetically, and the King bowed his head in regret.

The assassin saw his chance. In a single fluid motion he drew his spare knife and hurled it at the queen, hoping to slay her or the infant in her belly before the King slew him. He may have lost, but perhaps he could prevent these tyrants from claiming victory.

The last thing he saw before the segments of the Sword of the Creator tightened was the Queen deflecting the knife with ease.

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Leonie quietly eased her way into her and her husband’s shared room. A room, she idly realized, used to have been Rhea’s. Pushing that thought aside, she made her way over to her husband in the adjoining garden where he stood at the balcony, contemplating the stars.

He smiled when he saw her coming and wrapped her in a loving embrace. And, for a moment, they allowed themselves to revel in the feeling of safety the other provided.

But the moment passed and Byleth spoke. “How was Jeralt?”

Leonie gave a light chuckle. “Tuckered out from his fun night with Uncle Yuri. Didn’t even question why I were putting him to bed in the Guest Room.”

Her husband sighed and scowled. “I thought the war would be the end of it. We stopped Edelgard. We stopped Nemesis. That should have been it.”

Leonie grimaced. “We both knew that Edelgard’s support ran deep. It stands to reason it wouldn’t end with her.”

“He spoke of her as though she were a Goddess,” said Byleth grimly, and Leonie gave a bitter laugh at the irony.

They were silent for a moment, ghosts of the past swirling about their heads like flies about a carcass, before Byleth spoke again. “I’m writing to Claude and Petra in Brigid tomorrow. I’ll arrange for them to accommodate you for the rest of your pregnancy.”

Leonie’s head spun at the sudden subject change. “Whai- what?!”

Byleth wouldn’t look her in the eye. “You’re in danger here. Both- all three of you are. Tonight proved that. In Brigid-”

“Now hold on here buster!” she snapped, grabbing him by the shoulders. “I ain’t going anywhere! This is OUR pregnancy, and we’re seeing it through together, got it?!”

Byleth returned her grip. “I can’t put you at risk. Any of you!” he said, his face desperate, and she knew his mind was going back to that awful day so many years ago, when his father was taken from him.

“Love, I’m going to be at risk no matter where we are,” she said firmly. “I signed up for that when I married you. I’m the Queen, I’m always going to be in danger.”

Byleth released a shuddering sigh. “I- I know. But... when I saw that bastard throw that knife at you...”

“We’ll handle it,” she assured him. “No matter what comes next. Because that’s what we do. We’re a team, remember.”

He swallowed past a lump in his throat and managed a smile again. “I’m sorry, Leonie.”

“hmm,” she said as she pulled him close. “Kiss me and I’ll forgive you.”

And there, beneath the light of the full moon, he did.

[liannelara-dracula]

🤕?

This is if they are hurt physically (but bad of course like a broken leg). Thanks for the request love.

Sakamaki

Shu:

He would watch you.

Constantly

Wouldn’t want to leave bc he doesn’t want you to get into any other trouble.

If you need surgery he would be there for you and hold your hand.

He’s very supportive.

But he may get a kick out of the medication that may make you say funny things. (It happened to my grandpa when he got ankle surgery.)

He’d video tape it, duh.

And he’d never let you live it down.

Reiji:

All the doctors can step aside bc he believes he’s the only one who can cure you.

He was mad at you for hurting yourself.

“Honestly, what do you have to say for yourself? You not only ruined the China Cabinet but you have injured yourself.”

Of course he’s scolding you.

whatta mom

But if the pain is a lot and you are somewhat teary he is going to feel bad.

Because he has a weakness for tears.

“Come with me, I will treat your injury.” He’d sigh picking you up bridal to take set you on the bathroom counter so he could get the first aid kit.

He is very caring and gentle towards you tho.

Once he wraps up your wound or helps you with your injury he kisses your head before helping you off the counter.

Laito:

He is no help.

Like he sucks.

but he wants to help you.

He is worried about you tho.

If its a cut he will help you take care of it and may be tempted to drink the blood but you’d smack him for it.

If you need to get surgery he will cry a little or be on the verge.

Just cause he’s such a weirdo.

“Laito it’s fine, I’m not gonna die.”

“But Bitch-Chan it’ll be painful.”

Overall he’s more worried than you.

And it annoys you.

Cause he treats you like a kid a lot.

Kanato:

He is pretty good.

Kanato is gentle and cares for you so he’s all about this.

A small bruise?

He’ll kiss it.

A cut?

He’s bandaging it.

A serious injury?

He’s following all of the doctors instructions.

Checks up on you a lot.

Will get angry if someone is trying to make you do something will your hurt.

Ayato:

He’s also bad at taking care of you.

like he just sucks.

super worried.

can’t do anything tho.

Takes you to the doctor if needed and he’s nervous.

If you can’t walk he’ll carry you on his back.

He helps as best as he can tho.

With your guidance

If it’s a small cut or something he will do his best in binding it but you’re better off doing it on your own.

Subaru:

pretty good and he learns how to be gentle.

and less brash.

he get’s better the more he takes care of you.

was mad at you for getting hurt.

like he was yelling at you

and may have possibly called you stupid.

this only bc he’s concerned for you.

I swear

“Don’t ever do that again!”

“Sorry, but I can’t help but get hurt sometimes.”

Kino:

same as a Ayato, bc they are sooo similar.

tho he’s better at taking care of you.

like he kinda knows what he’s doing.

he will take you to the doctor if needed.

if you need surgery he will be there and bring you flowers too.

he just showers you with lots of love.

it’s cause that’s the way he is.

if it’s a cut he may want to lick it but seeing you in pain made him have second thoughts.

Mukami

Ruki:

protective and motherly of course.

he does expect you kinda take of it yourself if it’s just a scratch or a small cut.

tho if it’s a lot more intense he’s stepping in.

mamma Ru activated

He will bandage your wound carefully.

and put a kiss to it cause he’s like that.

if you’re in a lot of pain he’ll carry you.

Will take you to a doctor if he doesn’t think he can help you.

But will stand by you the whole time cause he loves you.

He wouldn’t leave you alone cause he’s actually worried.

If you needed surgery he’d act calm but he’d be worried.

he’d do everything he can for you.

bc he doesn’t want anything to happen to you.

and he’d hate to see you hurting.

Yuma:

He’s not worried.

not too much anyways.

thinks you should be able to take care of yourself.

but he’ll step in if needed.

He watches to see if you need help of course.

he may act like you should be tough or whatever but deep down his heart is aching to just help you.

even when its a small cut.

but when you find him helping you with a small thing you’ll remind him you don’t need help.

and he’ll say you do when you don’t.

but you love that he can’t stay away and that he cares so much.

Kou:

nervous wreck.

it’s like he got hurt.

if it’s a bad injury he’s taking you to the doctor.

he may cry if it’s really bad.

cause he’s worried for you.

the whole time he’s holding your hand.

he will be comforting to you.

kisses your head for comfort as well.

and hugs you cause he just feels bad that he couldn’t prevent what happened to you.

Azusa:

caring

and just passionate towards you as always.

he’s injured himself many times so he knows how to bandage a cut.

but see you cry or on the verge of tears with a gash on your arm makes him sad.

he always wants to help you.

and he never wants you to be hurt or broken so he’ll do anything to see you smile.

he doesn’t care what it takes he’s doing it.

super gentle with you.

he watches over you and helps you with anything.

asks how it feels and how you’re feeling.

Gives you hugs to make sure you’re mentally ok as well.

what a sweet boi.

Tsukinami

Carla:

He knows you can handle yourself.

but still he’s your bf.

he’s going into to protective mode.

cause he can’t stand to see you in pain.

he does anything for it to go away.

like really.

checks on you a lot.

does everything he can.

is pretty good with the first aid kit.

it’s like he’s been a nurse before or something.

he’s gentle to.

and he’s kind to you.

it’s another side of him that you hope to see more.

Shin:

he knows you can handle a lot of things but not this.

wants to help so he will.

he can’t stand to see you hurt or in pain.

like it makes his heart ache.

he knows what its like to suffer and feel pain since he’s been around so long but he hates to see it on you.

he just really does.

it breaks his heart.

so he’s doing everything he can to make you feel better.

he’s extremely sweet and its touching.

it makes you cry a little bc he’s usually never like this.

sometimes when he’s touching up your wound or bruise tho he might press to hard causing you to cry a little.

he’d feel really bad and would craddle you. 

like no joke.

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♤ ˗ˏˋ 𝑎𝑙𝑙 𝑚𝑦 𝑤𝑟𝑖𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔 𝑖𝑠 𝑜𝑟𝑖��𝑖𝑛𝑎𝑙 𝑏𝑢𝑡 𝐼 𝑑𝑜 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝑜𝑤𝑛 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑐ℎ𝑎𝑟𝑎𝑐𝑡𝑒𝑟𝑠 ˎˊ˗ ♤

♤ ©𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟔~present day ♤

[slashersins-abandoned]

anonymous asked :

Wassssssup

Okay so say reader is having a really bad panic attack (like hyperventilating to the point where they pass out in "said slashers' arms" how would Jason, Brahms, Bubba, Thomas and Michael react ???????

Make sure u eat today 🥺🥺🥺🥺❣️❣️❣️❣️

jason

finding you , in your shared cabin , panicked and sobbing , shaking uncontrollably on the floor had jason freaking out . he’s by your side in two long strides , pulling you into his chest as his hands skitter over you trying to find any physical hurt . which is what he’s used to . physical hurt . a hurt he can ease , a hurt he can see healing . he hasn’t had experience with a panic attack like this . at least not from someone who he’s cared for . so he isn’t sure what to do . he tries to hold you . tries to rub your back as you cry , desperately wishing that he could speak and ask what was wrong .

and then you go limp in his arms . there’s a few seconds where jason can only stare at you with wide fearful eyes . you’re dead . you’re gone . you aren’t moving . he starts to tremble , starts to feel his own panic rise within him . and then he feels how you’re still breathing . and he can almost cry with relief . jason will craddle you , not able to move as he holds and rocks you , as he silently begs for you to wake back up , his mask pressed against your hair .

when you do wake up , at long last , jason will give you masked kisses to your forehead , try to wipe away any tears left on your cheeks and just stare . he needs to know what happened . what he can do . he’s calm and patient , if not a bit clingy , as you explain your panic attack . you’ll find no judgement from your crystal lake killer , only understanding and a need to protect and hold you closer .

brahms

if you’re prone to anxiety attack , then there’s a chance that brahms has seen you have one before . when he was still in the walls , watching and somewhat removed from your break down . during those times when you were sobbing and rocking yourself through an attack , brahms would call out softly to you with his child voice , asking you what’s wrong . asking what he could do to help . saying he was sorry that he couldn’t comfort you even if he wanted to .

but once brahms is out of the walls he’ll be by your side when you’re going through such a nerve wracking time . he can finally hold you , nuzzle in , pet your hair . he’ll try speaking in his child voice as he attempts to soothe you , if it doesn’t work he’ll use more of his true voice . but the worse your panic attack gets the more nervous he gets , the more anxious . he can tell you aren’t calming down , and that makes him grip you a little too tight , beg a little too much . he’s seen you break down before . but never this bad .

passing out in his arms , at first brahms thinks that you finally settled and calmed down . he thinks you’re just done . but when you don’t respond to him . when you stay still , only breathing slow and even he starts to panic . now it’s his term to cry and shake . please be okay , y/n . please wake up . please don’t leave him .

much like with jason , you won’t be moved from the spot you passed out in . brahms will be hovering , clinging , still crying as you come to . in a strange shift , brahms won’t be wanting you to comfort him . he isn’t going to be a brat . he’ll want to know what happened . is it going to happen again ? is it always this bad ? what is he supposed to do ? he didn’t know he was so scared . so scared . talk to him about it . tell him what to do , what helps . the next time you start to feel an attack coming on he’ll come to you , ready to hold you and help you with what you need . the boy will fade away , and the man will take it’s place .

bubba

bubba panics . you’re his person . somewhere special . seeing you in such a state , especially for the first time , has him freaking out . who hurt you ? who did this ? was it nubbins ? chop top ? did drayton yell at you ? were you scared by some stray meat ? please don’t cry . now bubba is crying . he’s crying just as hard , empathetic to your pain . he’s going to hug you . cry on you and with you . when you hyperventilate , bubba might end up breathing harshly and whining . and when you pass out bubba feels faint .

eventually , he’s going to pick you up , cradling you and whining as he brings you to your shared room . he doesn’t like how limp you are in his grip . he doesn’t like how your face is red and puffy from crying . but he wants to make sure you’re comfortable . bubba will tuck you into bed , holding your hand in both of his as he rests his head on your belly . he waits so patiently , whining and whimpering and babbling at you in hopes you wake up soon .

this good southern boy will be so happy when you wake up . smothering you with happy noises and kisses . pressing his face into your stomach and chest and looking up at you with those big curious and worried eyes . it’s easy to explain to bubba , but hard to get him to fully understand . he won’t like knowing that this happens often , and he will hover around you more now . but just rest easy . no matter how bad your attacks get , you’ll always wake up to bubba giving you love and comfort .

thomas

living the way the hewitts do is stressful . thomas knows this . and he understands it can take a toll on someone . it even takes a toll on him . he knew it was a matter of time before it got to you , and it worried him constantly . but god , when he sees you break down . it’s worse than anything he had imagined . it felt like he’d been knifed by meat fighting back . he’s by your side in an instant .

unlike the previous slashers , thomas doesn’t keep you in one place until you pass out . he moves you immediately . he wants you out of the place you’re panicking and into a place he knows you feel safe an secure . so thomas takes you to your shared room . he lets you cling , petting your back . he lets you cry . he doesn’t ask you to stop , he doesn’t try to force you to calm down . he lets you get everything out . he knows you need it , deep down . even if it breaks his heart to see you so wracked with anxiety .

passing out worries him . but he knows it can happen . he’s brought in so many different kinds of meet and seeing someone pass out from stress or fear was common when he was lugging them to the basement . much like bubba , thomas will not leave your side . he holds your hand , hunched over and watching . waiting . he knows you’ll wake up . it just takes time . and he’ll be here for you to talk to when you wake up .

michael

this man has spent the majority of his life surrounded by people who suffered with different mental illnesses . he’s seen panick attacks , anxiety attacks , self explosion , freak outs . he’s seen how they were handled , seen in great detail every expression and movement they go through . so it’s a familiar sight to come into the room and see you panicking . for a moment he watches , all of the different ways the nurses and doctors handled patients suffering from the same thing as you were now being mulled over in his head .

he doesn’t have medicine . and he isn’t keen on hitting your head with the end of his knife to make you pass out . he mulls over what to do as he watches you , thinking he should just leave you alone , but ultimately he moves forward . michael doesn’t lean down , doesn’t scoop you up . he stands next to you , taking your head in one hand and pressing it to the side of his leg . he keeps you there . it’s the closest thing to comfort that michael and offer . his hand doesn’t move , but he does flex his fingers , giving the impression of petting your hair .

when you go limp and pass out he is very aware . he watches your body slump , feels how your body moves from his grip and placement leaning on his legs to the floor . he stares down at you for only a moment before lifting your body and taking you to the bed . you’re placed there , settled but not tucked in . and michael seems fine with leaving you there .

waking up , you’ll notice that you’re in your room , still in the same clothes you had been , just laid out on top of the comforter . but turn your head and you see a glass of water on your nightstand . you see a single pill for pain and headaches . all these things waiting for you , things left by michael who obviously chose to give you space . while michael isn’t the most affectionate . he does care . in his own little ways .

[giorno-plays-piano]

Your place

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader (High School AU)

Warnings: yandere, obsession, bullying, threats, non-con.

Words: 1510.

Summary: You suffer in the arms of America's golden boy, the one who has been bullying you for years.

P.S. I just realized most of my smut fics are about Bucky, so I decided to write one with Steve instead. Btw, all characters had reached 18 years of age. Hope you'll enjoy!

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"Damn girl, you better put some makeup." Someone's loud voice behind your back made you flinch. "Y'know, you can still do something about that face."

You heard a burst of laughter and bit your lips. It had always been a part of your daily routine for several years once you moved to New York and went to Abraham Lincoln High School. God, you regretted it with all your heart.

"Come on, Sam. Give her some credit." You didn't even need to turn your head to know who was speaking. "She's the natural beauty, isn't she?"

You spun on your heels, watching harshly the group of guys leaning against the wall and smirking at you, all beefy, muscular and tall. The biggest assholes in whole Brooklyn; players of Howling Commandos, your school's basketball team; the ones most of the girls dreamed about and to whom they sent love letters every goddamn week, as the guys claimed. They had been your absolute nightmare since you got transferred to this place.

You glanced at Steve Rogers, America's golden boy, incredibly handsome with those blonde hair and blue eyes; the picture-perfect image of a diligent, polite student; the one whose face they put on promotional posters every year. You knew better than anyone else who was hiding behind this facade of "just a kid from Brooklyn".

"What, are you moody after yesterday's game?" You smirked, knowing very well that they had just lost against Hydra, the team Steve always hated with all his soul. "Go fuck youself and calm down, dear. Or are your buddies gonna lend you a hand, maybe?"

The smile fell from his face as the guy frowned, his bright blue eyes burning a hole in your figure. You guessed he really missed those days when you just listened quietly while he and his friends kept insulting you, but these days were long gone. You grew some teeth by the end of your final year.

"Listen, you little..." Bucky hissed, but Steve raised his hand and made him fall silent as you grinned, clenching your lunchbox in your hands.

Oh, he was mad. You knew well how much Rogers detested swear words, especially if they were coming from a woman's mouth.

"Watch your language, girl," his voice was unusually hoarse, his eyes watching you intensely, "or I'll have to teach you how to speak to a man myself."

"I'd like to see that." You giggled nervously, relieved there were enough students passing by to prevent Steve from doing anything stupid. "But if you want to complain to Mr. Banner to give me a detention, please feel free, dear."

You turned around with a silly smile on your face, waiting for him and his friends to give you some more empty threats, but you heard nothing at all as you kept walking. Suddenly feeling victorious and somewhat invincible, you laughed to youself, hurrying away. Did you just make those assholes silent, gasping for words at your audacity? Did it truly shut their goddamn mouths? God, it was unbelievable. Well, maybe going against Steve Rogers wasn't wise, but you couldn't pretend you were okay with that attitude of his after all those years of pure humiliation. You did nothing but protected yourself, right? Besides, he could hardly do anything since you were never alone at school, and after finishing your classes you were lucky to be driven home by your dad who worked close.

But maybe buying a mace wasn't a bad idea.

You laughed at yourself, finally arriving at the cafeteria and landing on one of the seats with a loud sigh. You knew Steve and his friends wouldn't do anything - their college admission was at stake, and you'd be happy to provide police with all the details if anything were to happen to you. Surely, they wouldn't risk it for just a few words you exchanged with them this morning.

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Shit, you were so late for your PE class! Everyone was already at the field while you ran to the locker room, gasping for air. You didn't need Maximoff to yell at you the third time this month.

You threw your bag to the floor once you spotted your locker and jumped to it, abandoning your skirt in a matter of seconds and desperately trying to get your shorts out. You didn't care much about your surroundings as no one else was inside the locker room. Class had already started 10 minutes ago.

You didn't think anyone could be waiting for you here on purpose.

Before your heard the lock snap, somebody slammed your body into the locker, pressing you to its cool metal door so hard you lost your ability to move. Frightened to death, you were ready to scream, but someone's hand clamped over your mouth, muffling the sound. God, what was happening? Who was that? Why didn't you see anyone?

"Shhh, it's okay." You knew this voice too well. "You can keep screaming, but there's no one around, you know that."

You grunted against his hand, trying your best to throw the huge guy off you but achieving little: Steve was a bull of a man. His enormously big body leaned so close to yours that you could feel his every fucking muscle with his chest pressed to your back. His other hand gripped your throat tighter to make you stop squirming.

You needed to keep your mouth shut today instead of provoking him.

"Yeah, like that." Steve shushed you in a mockingly gentle tone, lifting his hand from your mouth and nuzzling against your ear, inhaling your scent. "I like when you're quiet."

"What the fuck are you doing, Rogers?" You asked him furiosly, pretending you weren't frightened to death. "Have you lost your head?"

"Language." His low gutteral growl made you shiver as you felt his palm on your neck moving.

Clenching your teeth, you tried pushing him away once more, but instead you just grinded against his heated body and realized he was... aroused, the bulge in his pants obvious as you moved your ass. God, no. No, no, no! You were at the edge of going into hysterics, shaking and pushing and crying with his hand on your mouth again. It was hard to breath with so little space Steve gave you, his unbearably hot body covering yours.

"What happened, dear? Cat got your tongue?" You were disgusted at his sweet loving tone. "Aw, don't worry, I'm not going to hurt you. You wanted me to teach you how to speak to a man, remember?"

His grip on you was madly strong - you winced in pain once Steve had squeezed the cheek of your ass with his huge calloused palm, your head pressed into the cool metal locker as he hovered above you. When he started kissing your neck, you bit your tongue in utter despair. He was fucking sick. Deranged. He was ready to do this over some little quarrel when the only thing you actually did was responding to his bullying.

Your mind was hazy as you started losing your strength after good five-minute struggle. Rogers didn't relent in his efforts to keep you pinned and completely defenseless.

"This is rape, Steve." You whispered, exhausted and anxious. "Do you understand?"

"Come on, what are you saying?"

His hand travelled down to your hips as he caressed them gently and moved to tug your panties down your legs.

"You're so wet for me, dear. How can you call it rape?" You shut your eyes when Steve touched you down there, forcing you to spread your legs and settling in against the craddle of your thighs. As he moved the elastic of your black panties, his fingers were playing with your folds, and you realized with shame he was right as he spread a bit of your wetness on your skin playfully. "Admit it, you have a thing for bullies."

"No, I d..."

Before you could bark at him he forced you to turn your head and kissed you hungrily, pushing his tongue in your half-opened mouth. You squirmed, grasping his hand, yet his arm that he used to hold your chin before swept yours away as he pushed you against the locker even harder. You could feel his erected cock through the fabric of his school pants.

Making a soft noise at the feeling of his tongue rubbing against yours, you heard Rogers groaning, his chest heaved. If you could pull away, a shudder would rush down your spine at the sight of his face. Instead of a school bully there was a predator waiting to tear his prey apart.

"Stop, please..." You panted heavily once he finished kissing you, his fingers still caressing your womanhood, your juices leaking down your thighs. "Why me? What have I done? You have hundreds of girls who want to throw themselves at you."

He smiled and rested his sweating forehead against yours, teasing your entrance.

"You see, it's easy. You get off on being bullied, and I get off on bullying you." Steve started rubbing little circles on your engorged clit, admiring your blushing cheeks. "We can have so much fun together if you just stop resisting me and take your place."

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Tags: @finleyjayne @alexakeyloveloki ​ @helenaeisenhower @villanellevi @hurricanerin ​ @lovelydarkdaydream

[sohin-ace]

Joseph - Hug

That fic is a year old, I never wanted to post it. You can see my old writing style, how nostalgic.

Hugs. Everybody loves them. You didn't know what brought you to become such an affectionate little dork, but you just ended up being one.

Whether it was friends or family, or sometimes even mere acquaintances, when you hit if off really well and felt at ease with someone, you became fairly touchy-feely.

Most of the time it didn't bother people around you. If they weren't comfortable with your affection, you would just stop without taking offense. Thankfully you didn't have much trouble with it. You just loved hugs and embraces and you felt like everyone needed some warmth every once in a while.

You had known Ceasar for the longest time and you both hugged each other on a regular basis, mostly for greetings, but also for any occasions, really. There wasn't any reasons needed for it, this man was affectionate as well and was always up for a nice, sweet hold.

You have known each other for years and he practically saw you as a little sister. You really loved and respected the blond with all your heart, and your relationship was strong and pure.

When he introduced you to Joseph Joestar for the first time, he was a bit hesitant, scared even, of how that scoundrel would treat his cute, little innocent Y/N. Ceasar only told you to be especially careful around him for now without really explaining why.

But as time passed, you grew to become very attached to the Joestar too. It was nothing close to the bond you had with Ceasar, for sure, but there still was a little something going on between you two that you couldn't quite put your finger on.

Joseph made you feel many types of way, but especially nervous. For some reason you felt particularly shy around him, which was unusual for you, as you were a pretty open and sociable person.

You never had any sort of trouble getting along with people, but Joseph just somehow knew how to make you stutter and choke on your own words. Not that he was unkind or intimidating to you, no, it was much more different than that.

Yes, you were painfully in love with Joseph Joestar. But honestly, who could blame you for crushing on the guy?

He was tall, handsome, charming, insanely funny and despite his dumb demeanor, he actually was quite clever. His voice was music to your ears, and his eyes... You couldn't stop dreaming about his eyes.

The tropical ocean in his eyes made you travel so far nobody could ever bring you out of your daze.

But this deep love for him was actually the reason you couldn't be as affectionate with him as you were with the others, as contradictory as it sounded. The shyness that overcame you every time he was around prevented you from being too handsy with him or even just coming too close. This was uncharacteristic of you, but you couldn't help it.

You'd have no problems kissing Suzie Q all over her face, caressing Lisa Lisa's hair or leaning on Ceasar's shoulders when you were sleepy. But Joseph? You just wouldn't dare touch him.

What if he found it weird, or rejected you, or was disgusted by it, maybe? What if you died on the spot from respiratory failure because of your heart beating way faster than it healthily should be?

You couldn't touch him like that out of nowhere, right? You didn't know the guy enough to be this affectionate yet. Or so you told yourself to reassure your own worries.

But one day, Joseph felt particularly jealous. Everyone including him had noticed how differently you seemed to treat him compared to everyone else. He didn't understand why you acted so physically distant around him when you two actually got along so well.

Even when he was the one to try and initiate anything physical with you, even something as small as wrapping an arm around your shoulder, you wouldn't reciprocate at all.

This drove him to the edge. Did you not like him at all? He even thought that maybe Ceasar had 'brainwashed' you and put some ideas in your head that made you fear him.

He could only imagine his italian friend telling you things like "Be careful Y/N, men are wolves." and, "Don't stay alone with Jojo, you can never know what happens." as well as, "If he tries to do anything to you, call me. blah blah blah."

That thought alone drove the Joestar nuts. Like he was one to talk about defending women from pervs.

However, everything changed one specific afternoon. Ceasar and Joseph had just finished a hard day of Hamon training, and you came at the door to welcome them home.

"Welcome back, boys! How was training today?" you greeted, beaming a sweet smile.

"Ah it was good, Jojo still needs to focus, he's way behind." Ceasar said a bit tiredly as he rubbed his shoulder and went to sit down on the couch.

"Hey! Watch it floosie, don't start." Joseph retorted offended and you giggled a bit at the two bickering, as they usually did.

"Jojo, go sit down with Ceasar, you must be tired. I'll make you some tea." You warmly proposed to your friend and he nodded, sitting on one of the couches opposite the blonde.

As you turned around and were about to leave, Ceasar silently gestured you to approach him, to which you obliged, wondering what he wanted.

You came in front of him, and he suddenly grabbed your hand to pull you close. He then wrapped his arms around your waist and leaned his head on your chest, sighing delighfully as he did.

You were used to it and knew when he did this, it meant he was truly exhausted. You just let him rest like this and brought your hands to caress his blonde locks softly, craddling his head.

Jojo clenched his teeth and clicked his tongue as he was beyond frustrated with the scene before him. He could throw up at what he was currently witnessing.

He knew you two were close but who does this guy think he is? He was constantly out there calling you 'little sister' or 'sorellina' every single day of the week and yet he still acted like a pervert with you? Yikes.

"What the hell is wrong with this dude? You just have to put your hands on every woman you see! Fucking gross!" Joseph snarled at the italian man.

Ceasar slowly moved his head to the side to glare at Joseph, visibly annoyed. "What's your problem, Jojo? Can't I embrace my little tesorina in peace?"

"Why you gotta be all over her like that, just let her go, man! Can you imagine if I did the same?" Joseph argued, clearly grossed out and jealous at how clingy the blonde acted towards you.

Ceasar jolted at the mere thought. He released his grip on you and put his full, angry attention to Joseph.

"Don't you dare even think about it, Joestar!" the blonde growled.

"Huuuuuh?" Joseph raised a teasing eyebrow, "What's that? You don't like the idea of another guy touching her?"

"You'll make her uncomfortable!" Ceasar defended back.

"Oh yeah? Well it's not up to you to decide that." Joseph smirked and got up abruptly. "Y/N!" He called out.

"Y-yes?" You stuttered, overwhelmed by the whole ordeal. What even was happening?

He suddenly opened his arms wide, suggesting one thing only. Ceasar was fuming and got up as well, preventing you from approaching Joseph.

"Y/N don't, he's just being immature as always."

"Shut up playboy, she's not your girl, if she wants to hug me she will, whether you like it or not!"

You started to get tired of all the bickering. All of this for just a hug? The only reason you weren't physical with Joseph was because you were too shy and love-struck with him to do so, why did it have to end up in a stupid fight?

"I mean... If Jojo really wants to... I don't see why not..." You said as you try to swallow your own cowardness.

"Y/N..." Ceasar trailed off, concerned.

This man needed to calm down, you thought to yourself. You patted his arm and smiled reassuringly at the blonde.

"Ceasar, it's fine! It's just Jojo, it's not like he's a creepy stranger or something." you sheepishly said and he clicked his tongue in response, clearly not convinced. "Here, look, it's nothing at all!"

You slowly walked towards Joseph who started giggling excitedly like a little boy. Finally, he waited for this moment for so long.

Gently, you brought yourself into his broad chest, face getting warmer and warmer by the second, as you carefully wrapped your arms around his waist and laid your head onto him.

He instantly reciprocated by caging you in his strong arms, sighing in delight. You were so small compared to him it was beyond adorable and he swore he could actually squeal right now.

Before he could fully immerse himself into your warmth he felt you flinch a little then instantly move your hands upwards on his upper back. If you weren't already flustered and blushing like crazy, now it was even worse.

As you went to hug him, you underestimated your height difference and put your hands all over his bare waist. Poor you, you had completely forgotten the man wore crop tops on the daily and how dare you touch someone's skin so indecently?

Startled by the feeling of his warm skin, you immediately brought your hands up to a more appropriate and most importantly, clothed part of his back, hoping he didn't mind or notice your little mishap.

It was really a small detail, but you cared a lot. You buried your face more into his chest, embarrassed by your own actions, your heart was pounding so hard it would put Afro beat to shame.

How wrong, you thought to yourself, you hated to touch people's skin. Them wearing revealing clothes didn't make it okay to be this intimate, that is what you swore by.

Both him and Ceasar seemed to notice it. You weren't subtle at all. Ceasar knew how much of a respectful person you were, even if you were pretty touchy, you would never invade someone's personal space or privacy.

You would always make sure they were okay with whatever ministrations you'd give them and of course, you wouldn't dare be inappropriate, especially towards the opposite sex.

Ceasar always appreciated this thoughtful and attentive side of you and thought your pure innocence had to be protected at all cost. But of course, one idiot still decided to tease you about it.

"Hmm? What's wrong Y/N-chan? You just did something very naughty right there~" he said with a smug grin and you perked up, gasping.

"I-I didn't mean to! I'm sorry Jojo!" you moved away from him just a little bit to look at his face, concern evident on your features.

He smirked widely at your flustered state. He loved to see your cute reactions and how embarrassed you would become for such trivial reasons as insignificant as accidently touching his bare skin. It was extremely funny to him.

He squeezed your body even closer against his, feeling all your curves pressed against him and bathing in your sweet scent as he leaned down slightly.

He could feel your heart beat quicken, your blushing face was a sight to behold, and he was having the time of his life.

If he knew hugging you alone was this much fun he wouldn't have waited for Ceasar's permission at all, not that the Italian was even okay with it in the first place.

Something told him to stop there before he could break you, but glancing up at Ceasar's fuming expression just made him want to push the teasing further.

"Hmmm~" He purred close to your reddening ear, "Your boobs feel nice, Y/N-chan~"

Okay. That was it for Ceasar. One American will die tonight.

In the corner of your eyes you saw a flash of orange electric energy come at full speed towards you and Joseph. You quickly released him and ducked to the right, only for Joseph to take the hit of Ceasar's Hamon-filled punch right in the face, sending him flying.

"CEASAR!!!" You cried in shock.

"DON'T EVER TOUCH MY BABY ANGEL EVER AGAIN YOU FUCKING DICKHEAD!!!"

Joseph held his bloody nose and laughed obnoxiously at the angry blonde, pointing at him accusingly.

"Hehehe, now I understand why you only keep her to yourself, Ceasar, you horn dog! 'Little sister', my ass!"

Ceasar snapped and dashed towards him as Joseph got up and sprinted down the hallway, with no regrets whatsoever.

On the other hand, you stayed back, still overwhelmed by what just transpired. Even if it wasn't how you imagined it, it felt nice to hold the man of your dreams close to you.

You rubbed your arms, trying to savor the fading feeling of his own strong ones wrapped around you protectively. Your heart jumped in your chest and you grinned to yourself like a schoolgirl.

You were eager to do it again, but maybe this time, out of Ceasar's brotherly sight.

[rwbyvein]

Firen Lhain: Chapter 810: Taste of Freedom:  Part II / III

"Guess what?" Taj asked, and spun away from his console. Emerald and Mercury just glared at him.

"Yes?" Cinder stated.

"Pirates." Taj excitedly said to a dead room. Taj spun back around, picking up the control. "I swear Nora would have been so excited about that."

"Don't lump us in with them." Emerald admonished.

"Oh, don't worry, I'm not." Taj stated. "You couldn't hold a candle to them."

Cinder stood up and gently walked over. "What, exactly, are we facing?" she said with a sinister turn.

"About time you showed your true face." Taj sneered.

"Yes, well," Cinder stated, "it seems our time together is coming to an end."

"Thankfully." Taj replied, "Two airships, and outriders."

"Out-what?" Emerald asked,

"Oh, you're just going to enjoy Vacuo." Taj stated, "You can ask your flaming bitch about that later. Right she needs to get up top and fireball their asses if they get too close." He then looked over his shoulder at Emerald. "Feel free to join her." he then looked back at his controls.

Emerald huffed, "And what does that mean?"

"It means if you all jumped overboard it would make my life easier. Until then, we're stuck with each other."

"How can you possibly be so rude?" Emerald asked, "You don't know anything about us!"

"I know you think Faunus are beasts." Taj said, waving his hand over his shoulder. He then turned to Cinder, "You might want to keep your pet in line if you don't want me to just drop you all off right here."

"What did you call me?!" Emerald shrieked at him, and Taj held up the back of his hand to her.

"Emerald." Cinder said to her, and Emerald looked at her with tears in her eyes. "Another hour or so and we will be free. Until then, let's not antagonize him any more. Why don't you come and join me?"

Emerald took a step towards her.

"Try not to fall off." Mercury haphazardly stated.

"Don't pay him any mind." Cinder stated, "He will miss you almost as much as I would."

Emerald looked at Mercury, who quickly looked way.

* * *

Emerald nervously stood on the roof of the airship a she looked around. Ever so often looking right back at Cinder. She smiled and looked Emerald in the eyes. She reached her hands out and Emerald nervously raised her hands to let Cinder take them. "Just relax." Cinder said to her. "Look into my eyes and relax. You've never questioned my plans before, so just relax and trust me. All you have to do is not fall overboard. If they get close enough, an hallucination or two might help me. We're a step or two away from freedom we've never had before. He will drop us of in the lower Athabasca, and be on his way back to their little tower. We never have to see them again."

"Unless Salem figures out where the Fall Relic is." Emerald stated.

"I don't plan to wait around like sheep for the slaughter." Cinder stated, and Emerald developed a shine in her eyes. "We're not here to hide, my dear, we're here to build an empire." She then reached her right hand forward to cradle Emerald's face. She then pulled away, looking at the pair of airships approaching them. Rather than the shiny metal of Atlas, it was duller, the windows narrow slits. The craft itself shorter and flatter than the Atlasian one. Far less elegant, though. Emerald looked back at Cinder, and basked in her beauty. Simply being in Vacuo would help to make it more beautiful. She saw movement, and turned back to the airships. What was moving was, two per airship, what appeared like motorcycles, except with wings instead of wheels.

"What are those?" Emerald asked.

"I'm going to guess outriders." Cinder said with a disturbing look. "What they don't know is that they are facing the Fall Maiden. They are probably hick enough to not know what a maiden is. Just keep an eye on the outriders."

"We don't want them escaping." Emerald voiced.

"No." Cinder said, and Emerald worked towards her, "We have to let one escape. Everyone in these gods forsaken waste need to know to not fuck with the queen bitch of the badlands."

* * *

The two airships and three outriders listed, falling, on fire as one hurried to escape.

* * *

Neo jumped up as the heavy footfalls walked around the crates and just stared at Jaune's silhouette against the dim light leaking from the staircase. "So, for one thing, I have eyeshine, so I can see REALLY well in dim light. Much better than you can. Even if you're good at it." Neo glared at him, unsure of what to do. "Second, we need to decide where you are going to be sleeping."

Neo glared at him a moment before jumping up and pointing at him, looking at him questioningly before looking around.

"How did I find you?" he asked, and she looked at him with shock before nodding. "Hmm. My antlers act like Aura radar?" Jaune asked, and Neo just glared at him. Jaune just shrugged. "Anyways, where are you going to stay?"

Neo glared at him before looking down. She then dramatically looked at him before looking around.

"Nope." Jaune stated, and she glared at him. "I've been wanting to spend time finding out what's in these crates. If you want your own room, we can give you your own room." She glared at him and Jaune pulled something out of his pocket. She looked ready to fight until he handed her a key "One of our guest rooms on the third floor."

She looked at him curiously before looking down and staring at they key.

"Uh, yeah, enjoy."

* * *

Neo walked into the room, used the key to lock the door, and simply look around. Her own room. With more rooms. She walked up to one and it was a closet. Her closet? She shook her head and moved to the next, and it was a bathroom. Her room had her own bathroom. She could lock herself in here forever, never having to worry about the outside. Assuming they would bring her food. Which knowing them, they likely would. Unless the buck came to kidnap her again. She them stood up proudly to her full 4'10" height. At least in heels, and heels counted, right? She shook her head to clear away those thoughts. She had a castle in a castle, with idiots to protect her.

* * *

There was a knock on the door. Neo moved up to it and stared, unsure of what to do. She had never had someone knock before. Most people were either on business and trying to not draw attention to herself, or they were the unwelcome type of visitor and usually ended up stabbed. She moved towards the door and knocked.

"Neo?" Ruby called through the door, "We, um, hope you're enjoying your room, and we just wanted to tell that you we had other things. Like a Garden! Kind of. We really did plan to work on it. At least when we don't get so many unexpected, um, visitors? Oh, there's also a library! A really nice library! That you probably saw on the way up here. Anyways, like I said, we hope you enjoy your room, and we'll, um, get you when dinner is ready."

Neo unlocked and opened the door. She looked Ruby in the eyes before closing and locking the door again.

* * *

The airship dropped down into the canyon, hovering just over the ground. Taj looked back for a moment, "Is this really where you guys want to get dropped off?"

"Guys?" Emerald asked.

"Oh no! You're offended!" Taj shouted, and looked back to Cinder.

"Yes." Cinder said with a forced smiled.

"I'd love to say I'll miss you, but I won't." Taj replied, "Hit the airship a couple of times when you're all clear."

* * *

Taj sat in his chair periodically looking back. "They're really not going to do it, aren't they?" He asked, "You know what?, fuck them."

* * *

The airship floated upward, with the three no where in sight.

* * *

Taj got his bearings to make course to the nearest trading hub. Following the usual trade routes was a hell of a lot safer.

* * *

Cinder walked into a cave, followed by Emerald and then Mercury. Iti slowly listed to the left until they saw a small, Vacuan airship. The two stopped, and Cinder turned to look at them. "You should know by now I always have a plan. Before we rejoined Salem, I used our money to buy ourself a small airship and had it filled with supplies."

"And, they hid it in a cave?" Emerald asked.

"Actually standard practice in Vacuo." Cinder said with a wicked smile. "They are not fond of undue scrutiny. Or any scrutiny, really. Welcome to our new home, such as it is."

"Are we really going to live in a place like this?" Emerald asked.

"You were a street rat." Mercury said to her, "You have to have slept in worse places."

"But?" Emerald asked.

"This is our home." Cinder said as she stepped up to her, gently craddling her face. "It's just a bit of a work in progress. But, we have food, water, an airship, and no one knows where we are."

"Except Taj." Mercury stated, and Cinder looked at him.

"Who vowed to never have anything to do with us, ever again." Cinder replied, and both Mercury and Emerald recoiled with shock. "What?" Cinder asked, "I like to plan for these things."