#help not to lose hope. help not to close himself completely‚ becoming just as cold as others have been to him.

[braceletofteeth]

Support verb.

1. to uphold or defend as valid or right;

2. to encourage, comfort, help, etc., under trial or affliction.

[arjwrites]

In The Stillness (To Love is To Hurt)- Dean Winchester x Reader

Summary: A glimpse into the ways you've impacted Dean.

Word Count: 2.1k

Warnings: Angst, fluff, hurt/comfort, brief reference to sexual activity. Fem!Reader <3 (but like barely)

A/N: Hi!!! This story is a product of me wanting to try writing a one shot in the kind of writing style I use in my personal works! I write a lot of poetry and drabbley stuff outside of this blog and I felt like some of it would pair well in a one shot like this, based largely in narration rather than dialogue. I am worried it might veer a little bit too far into poetry territory in a few spots- I want to make sure it retains its clarity. Let me know what you think!

There were very few moments of true stillness in Dean’s life. Part of him was always moving somehow- legs carrying him to and from danger, hands absentmindedly cleaning guns and filling shotgun shells with salt, or perhaps the most restless of them all, his mind, always racing and always bearing the weight of the world. Dean’s brain was a machine, programmed all his life to carry out a list of simple tasks. Follow orders, protect Sammy, kill the monster, save the world. While the true meaning of these functions had changed wildly over the years, they always manifested in the worries that kept him up as he lay in bed at night, or ate at his soul during long, quiet stretches of the road.

There was nothing that could completely shut Dean’s thoughts off. Many of his younger years had been spent with a drink in his hand or a girl on his arm, picking his poison and hoping if he tried it often enough, it would become his antidote. Sure, these things sometimes helped, but only ever briefly- he would always wake in the morning, mind racing, head pounding, and searching for a quick getaway. These things were just another excuse to fill the gaps between cases, to keep from ever being still. 

Dean was always running from the quiet. When there wasn’t a task at hand, there needed to be something to fill the space. If he lingered in his own mind for too long, he would close his eyes and his thoughts would take off, always landing somewhere where Dean should have been better. Somewhere he should’ve cracked the case sooner or saved the day quicker or protected someone- usually Sam- better. And sometimes, he could swear he felt himself strung up in the pit again, all of the suffering ever inflicted upon him concentrated in the knot that formed in his stomach and pulsing through his body via the racing of his heart. But Dean could never let his mind wander that far, because that far was dangerous. So he kept busy, kept compacting the memories and tucking them away in unlabeled boxes in his head in hopes that he would misplace them. Besides, the wars of the world took precedence far above the violence waging in his own head. It made sense to keep busy. 

Dean had been a soldier for years, but the most difficult battle he ever fought was against his own feelings. When you stumbled into his life, magnetic and miraculous, he wasn’t quite sure what to do. He knew if he kept you close, his heart would force him to love you, his duty would force him to protect you, and his fear would force him to bear you as yet another burden. Another person in his life for him to love and to lose. In a desperate act of preservation- both for himself and for you- Dean fought tooth and nail to keep you at bay. He holed himself away at the brink of the darkest corners of his mind. But your warmth and light radiated through the cold world he had made for himself, drawing him in like a moth to a flame. And he couldn’t help but fall. Like much of his life thus far, he had been given no choice in the matter. He felt like you were his destiny. 

Dean didn’t believe in much. He had no faith in religion or philosophy or science or himself. Nothing in his life thus far had ever made him feel at peace with his pain and his mortality. The world was chaotic and terrifying and there was no such true thing as heaven or holy or even good. But then there was you. Dean worshipped you, prayed to you, heard your word like gospel. You were the God he had always denied himself. You made sense of his suffering and lit the path to his salvation. It was always for you.

“To love, is to hurt,” you had told Dean one day, and he had looked back at you as if you had three heads. Though he hummed in tentative response, studying your words and the way your mouth moved to create them, he couldn’t bring himself to agree- and yet, he couldn't ask what you meant. He feared that he wouldn’t like the answer. 

You would say these things to Dean from time to time, sharing tidbits about love, life, things you had learned in your years and carried with you wherever you went. It felt nice to have something to offer to him in exchange for the labor of loving you. His responses were often full of praise and piety as he kissed down your body in a practiced map of places, rhythmically, as if speaking in a secret language that only you two could decode. 

Dean loved you during late nights and early mornings when you were your most peaceful and soft. In these moments he would look outside to see the silent moon or the rising sun, and smile to himself- as if it had been you who hung them there, just for him. Dean loved you on the drive home after finishing a hunt, when he kicked Sam to the back seat just to have you close, to feel your fingers bless his knuckles with your touch as he gripped the gear shift and hummed along with a melody. The lyrics never mattered anymore- to him, every piece of music was a love song he wrote to you. 

Dean would watch you. He took you in like a piece of art- one he had waited in line for years to catch a glimpse of, just to be told that he could take the exhibit home. All the velvet ropes had fallen and the warning signs were painted over. Please, do not touch the art. And so he would. His fingertips would trace over your brushstrokes and he would compliment the artistry, always grateful to have been given a closer look. 

Your gravity was enough to pull him in from wherever he wandered, though he never wandered far if he could help it. It felt as though you were what rooted him to time and space. Early in your relationship, silence was rare, but in times when the two of you would sit and share slices of it like an orange, he swore he could hear the buzzing of your life force. After a while, he could hear his own, too. And eventually, he would revel in the way your energies would harmonize and dance around each other in a well-rehearsed routine, swirling together and swaying to their own silent rhythm- two beings in love and intertwined in their own right. 

He was scared to lose you- of course he was. He would beg for you to stay behind on hunts, or fling himself between you and the monsters you’d encounter. But in some ways, Dean felt you were most likely invincible. You were made of sunlight and stardust, how could anything kill that? And he felt you were too tied into his life to ever lose you- as if he had already peered through a window into his future and seen you in it, waving back at him. You would be there, he didn’t have to worry. It was a feeling that was so strikingly out of his nature that it grabbed hold of him and didn’t let go. He told you about this feeling once, and it comforted and worried you all at the same time. But the next hunt rolled around and he remained your fierce protector, taking on many of the injuries that would’ve befallen you had he not stepped in. As you stitched him up in a peaceful quiet, he mused- 

“I think I’m starting to understand that whole “to love is to hurt” thing. You laughed. Dean beamed. The hunting, the fighting, the saving the world. All of it was worth it. He would do it all, just so you would patch him back up afterwards with a kiss and a smile. Sometimes you would play soft music and hum to him- in these moments, he would close his eyes and if he hadn’t known any better, he would’ve thought he was in heaven. If it was his heaven, why was he in pain? As he watched you work, he came to an easy decision. He would cut himself open, over and over again for eternity, just for the chance to see your eyes narrow in focus and your mouth purse in concentration as your nimble hands worked to stitch his wounds. Just to feel the vibrations of your lips as they planted a kiss to his cheek mid-melody. He felt his pain was an offering that you rewarded with your presence, and it was an exchange he would happily make throughout his life and far beyond his death. 

Dean cherished the moments when the world outside his door faded into insignificance. You were the master switch that shut off the chaos, leaving him to bask in the warmth of your body and soul. But it took a while for Dean to realize the indelible mark you had left on him. He hadn’t spent more than a moment without you since you had first met- a hunter’s life didn’t leave much room for privacy, but that worked to his advantage in the early days. But you had left for a night, having to take care of a family obligation, pressing him a tender kiss and a don’t miss me too much as you rolled out the door that afternoon. And that night, tucked into your side of the bed in an effort to feel closer to you, Dean couldn’t sleep. Things that hadn’t crossed his mind in years went racing back and forth, round and round on a track until he couldn’t breathe- as if they had been chasing him every lap. When he closed his eyes, all of the memories he had stuffed in the closet and under the bed had spilled into a great big room and he was buried in the rubble. And when he opened his eyes and looked out at the moon, it seemed distant and cold, like it belonged to someone else. So he picked up the phone and called you, his body softening at the sound of your voice and falling asleep to the murmur of your words. He woke early, busy researching a case with Sam, but in a brief moment of stillness in the morning, he realized this was what she really meant. I get it now. Thankfully, you were home by dinnertime with a slice of your grandmother’s pie and a few crazy family stories to tell. Dean practically floated to you and wrapped you in a hug you had to beg him to release you from. 

It hadn’t been until your absence that Dean realized how much still lurked below the surface. While your presence gilded every facet of Dean’s life with a warm, glowing gold, he still hurt, ached, withered when you were gone. And it wasn’t until this realization that Dean understood the labor it was to love him. And it made him want to be better. 

The first time Dean opened up to you was a rainy spring evening. Then again one summer afternoon. He spent August feeding you breadcrumbs from his childhood. And he told you about his time in Hell in late October. You remembered this because you had looked out the window and resonated with the way the leaves trembled and fell from the trees. You raised a shaky hand to his cheek and wiped a tear and swore to Dean that he would never go through that pain again. And Dean, who had just relived each excruciating moment all over again, just for her, spoke. 

“I- I get it now. To love is to hurt because it forces you to be better. And it hurts because you take on a whole second person’s pain, wanting to spare them from it. And to love is to hurt because-”

You raised a finger to his lips and then replaced it with a kiss. And you smiled. And you leaned into his chest. And you let things be still. And so did he. 

[formylovetodaryldixon]

"The way to heal a heart." Daryl Dixon Imagine.

(Not my gif!)

When his heart can’t stand the pain of a loss, you discover why Daryl ignored you all those days. But there, you tell your husband the way his heart can heal.

A/N: Based on the conversation between Maggie and Daryl after Glenn's death. (Spoiler alert: also Daryl briefly threatening a poor guy for touching you, because I don't like things to get too serious TT-TT) Hope you like it. Thank you!

The small and cozy cabin loses the amber glow that the fire of the small chimney caused when Daryl throws the sand on the hot embers, extinguishing all the flames. Lying on the small bed, you watch silently as the place loses its color, but the heat is still impregnated in the air and on the walls, and you feel it as a little shelter for your husband and for you, far from the walkers and the world in general.

When Daryl reaches the bed, he kicks off his boots, taking off his vest next, his shirt and his pants, leaving them on the floor to get in the bed too, where the heat of his body wraps you as he puts his left arm around you, resting on his right side to stroke your belly under the covers.

Living there was good, but that wasn’t the reality and you two had to take a step to it, so tomorrow you two would go to the Hilltop.

“I wish I had said good-bye.” You say. King Ezekiel didn’t offer his help to fight against Negan, but you would always thank him for his help towards Daryl. “I think we should leave the kingdom in the right way.”

Although Daryl didn’t like that the king hadn’t helped you all, he recognized Ezekiel’s gesture towards him.

“We can come back someday. Kids were crazy ‘bout ya.”

Even if you trained them to protect themselves during your stay, they kept the innocence within, intact and bright, despite how cold and grey the new world had become. But the future was uncertain for them and for you two, and you worry about what would happen next.

“Do you think we’ll be okay after all this?”

Daryl was never a person who thought of the future either, the difficulties of his life took him to live one day at a time, without great plans or big expectations. But he found you there, as a light of hope, and then he found himself wanting more. He didn’t dream of impossible things, but simply asking to have one more day with you.

“As long as we’re together everythin’ will be fine.”

“Do you really believe that?”

“I want to.” He says, looking softly at you. His doubts and his negatives had consumed his life in the old world, but he had to find himself falling too deep to then realized that he wanted to live in this new one. “Close yer eyes, peach. We’ll leave early tomorrow.”

The hours pass when you fell asleep and it feels like being on a cloud, far from the fear of dying or losing your people. There is no heavy guilt on your shoulders, no recollections of who you were and who you had to become to survive, no walkers, no blood, without a world painted red. But suddenly, your heart starts feeling heavy, and your body sinks into a complete darkness, fear and weeping. Your closed eyelids move, trying to wake you up from that high fever, until finally, you do. You sit on the bed, taking a big breath of air, back in reality where the cabin is no longer warm, but then you realize the nightmare isn’t yours. It is not in your head, but in Daryl’s.

“Daryl, hey, wake up…” You shake his shoulder. Lying still on right left side, his body moves against the bed, his hair covering his face as he complained. “Daryl!”

The last push finally awakes him, and for a moment, Daryl finds himself looking to the void, in a place far away from there as he sits down too and breathes through his parted lips, his gaze lost and his chest rising and falling sharply.

“Hey, it’s okay, it was just a nightmare–”

“No… it was somethin’ else.”

“What?”

But Daryl remains silent for a while, never saying what it really was. The cool night air helps him to calm down, and Daryl finally comes to be himself after he was lost in his own memories.

“Ya should… lie down again.”

He looks at your side of the bed with his head down as he did when he was ashamed, and without saying anything else, he lay back down with his back to you. In that moment, you realize Daryl is suddenly far gone again, but you don’t want to force anything with him, so you just lay sideways too, your gaze fixed on the scars on his back.

It takes you some time to fall asleep, but the hours pass in a few seconds when you do, and then, it is day again: the birds are singing a sweet song, and it is time to leave. The muscles of your body are tense, and you find yourself staring at the wooden ceiling after you rub your burning eyes with your fists.

“Time to go, peach…” Daryl is standing at the table, already dressed as he packs his backpack and yours. “Get yer pretty ass out of bed and get dressed.”

He seems to be in a good mood that morning, so you decide not to press him to speak and wait for him to do it first.

There are no walkers around the forest near the Hilltop, and the group of future archers had improved greatly in the previous days since you and Daryl got there. But when the afternoon falls slowly, there are only two people with you, a young man and a young woman, siblings, twins. They are the best in the group; they are the strongest too, especially since they are not afraid to fight for their freedom.

“Have you been married for a long time, (Y/N)?”

Sean is a good man, young, brave, handsome, determined, but blushes when Mary, standing in front of you two, chuckles to herself before shooting her arrow that hit the target perfectly. She and her brother live in a trailer and they gave Daryl and you a place in their home.

“Sometimes it feels like centuries.” You chuckle at him, and then, you look back at Mary. “That was amazing, Mary, well done. You are getting better every day.”

She smiles at you.

“Are you flirting with (Y/N), Sean?” Maggie’s voice behind you makes everyone turn around. The knife-throwing lesson group is already moving away in the distance to get back home, and only Maggie and Sasha are left. “That’s a very bad idea.”

“If Daryl finds out I don’t want to think what he would do.” Sasha chuckles, making fun of him. “He doesn't like people getting too close to his wife. He just wants (Y/N) all by himself.”

Suddenly, Sean looks frightened, because he had met a very silent Daryl. That scared the strangers.

“Thank you, Sasha.” You say, but she just laughs as you look at Sean with a soft gaze. “They're kidding, Sean, please, don't listen to them.”

Maggie chuckles.

“Okay, it’s time to go, guys. Get your things and go home.”

Everyone on the Hilltop respected Maggie, so the twins take their things and walk in the same direction as the other group after saying goodbye. You walk towards the tree and pick up the arrows. They are firm against the trunk, and you think how easy it would be to embed it in the body of the enemy. But that is a dark thought, so you push it away and go back with the girls to walk through the woods.

“Is Daryl okay, (Y/N)?”

Your gaze moves from the front and you look to your left without stopping. Maggie waits, her eyes looking at you with concern. You know where her question is going, because since you and Daryl came to that place, he couldn’t look at Maggie in the eyes.

“Yeah. He is.”

Your short answer makes her nod, thoughtful, but she is not satisfied with it. Maggie loved Daryl, she worried about him, and you knew nothing had changed for her.

“He seems distant these days.”

You knew perfectly well that Daryl was being distant with everybody. He disappeared all day in the forest and barely spoke at night, and the only one who seemed to be able to approach him was Jesus. It hurt you to think that Daryl didn’t lean on you as your husband, but he was like that and you knew it when you married him, and now, you couldn’t complain.

The amber light from lamp on the picnic table glows in the dark and cold night as you and Jesus play cards. You sit down on the wooden chair and rest your elbows on the table, having a good time with him, but you didn’t tell him that you only stayed up so late because Daryl hadn’t yet returned.

Time passed and you worried more.

“And… straight flush!” Jesus throws his cards on the table feeling like a winner. All his cards are hearts: 2, 3, 4, 5, 6. “Beat that, (Y/N).”

You chuckle.

“It is impressive, Jesus, but you don’t win with that…” You push your cards on the table, too, five cards of spades from 10 to ace, without feeling like a winner though. “I think this is a Royal flush. And it means I win.”

Jesus leans his elbows on the table and his expression falls.

“If this was not ordinary poker I would have lost all my clothes by now.”

You laugh, and for a moment, that seems like a very distant memory. Jesus begins to laugh with you, but his smile falls as the gates open and he looks back. You both look in the same direction and see Daryl coming in with his crossbow around his body and a canvas bag that seems to be heavy, so surely he had hunted some animals.

Jesus turns again and picks up all the cards as Daryl walks towards you two. The distance is long so Jesus speaks freely, with softly.

“He’s just having a bad time, (Y/N), but don’t worry about him.”

It was impossible not to worry about him.

“I know his personality is… special, but it’s a bit hurtful that he still can not talk to me.”

“It’s not that he doesn’t want to do it, it’s just that Daryl doesn’t want to worry you. He doesn’t know how to do it, too.” He sighs. “Should we play again?”

You are still not sleepy and being awake turning on the bed is not a tempting idea, so you nod while finally, Daryl reaches you two.

“Shouldn’t ya be sleepin’?” He asks, his voice low and hoarse.

He cares about you, he always did.

“We’re playing cards.”

“I’m playing; (Y/N) is kicking my ass.” Jesus chuckles, handing out the cards. “Do you want to play, Daryl?”

“Nah. I’ll go to sleep.”

Daryl just passes you by and walks towards the trailer. You feel that your body falls when you exhale, but you take the cards to forget the matter, at least for a while.

After about 25 minutes, you call it a night when your eyelids start to feel heavy, so you say goodnight to Jesus and walk back to the trailer. You didn’t sleep much anymore, but sometimes, under the apparent protection of the gates surrounding you, you could lay down for a while, to stop thinking.

Inside and on the other side of the trailer, Sean and Mary are sleeping too, so you quietly take off your boots before lying down on the bed. From his side, Daryl sleeps with his back to you. However, lying on your left side and as you drift off into a light sleep, you feel Daryl rolling over in bed, blindly searching for the warmth of your body, pressing himself against you, because that reminded him that he is still alive.

In the Hilltop orchard, you are glad to see the vegetables growing perfectly. The days were good in that place because the people accepted you two so fast. Mutual help was what increased the trust between the community and the new guests, and until then, everything went well.

Squatting, in front of the orchard, your hands become dirty as you remove some soil.

“Normal people would wear gloves, (Y/N).” Sean chuckles, appearing in front of you as you stand up.

“Are you calling me weird?” You tease him and run the back of your hand down your face to scratch your cheek. “I thought you were practicing with the bow.”

“I was going to go now, but I thought you were going with us.” He smiles a little bit, kind of shy.

You smile a little bit too.

“Not today, Sean. My arm hurts.”

The bowstring used to scrape your skin every time you released the rope, and the friction was starting to burn, but the truth is that you are tired mentally after last night.

“(Y/N)…” Sean chuckles, again. “You have some dirt on your cheek.”

Your first reaction is to clean it, but getting even more soil on your face. Sean tries not to laugh, and you wipe your hands on your jean before trying again.

“I think I should have worn gloves. Guess you were right after all.” You chuckle. “But don't tell Sean, I don't want him to think he's always right.”

He smiles.

“Here… let me do it for you.” Sean hides his hand on his long sleeve to help, and he wipes your face gently. “We don’t want you to go around here with your pretty face dirty.”

But there, just as in the romantic books you used to read before the world went to hell; Daryl has to arrive at the wrong time to misunderstand the situation completely, and in that moment, he takes Sean’s arm and pushes it away from you.

“Keep yer hands off ma wife or I’ll break ‘em, kid. I ain’t gonna say it twice.”

You feel terrible, because Sean is still young and easy to scare.

“Daryl…” You call him in such a firm voice that he turns to look at you. The fire inside is suddenly burning, but Sean is not the one to blame for anything. “Sean, leave us alone, please.”

He looks at Daryl and then at you, wondering if you would be okay. But, even scared of Daryl's horrible silence the past few days, Sean remains in his place.

“(Y/N), are you sure?” He whispers, and his small words are enough to make Daryl narrow his eyes, giving Sean a look full of anger.

“Are ya fuckin’ thinkin' I’m gonna hurt ma wife, kid?” But before Daryl can take a step towards him, you block his way with your body, causing your husband to stop dead in his tracks, however, you can’t stop him from keep talking. “Ya better walk away ‘fore I start beatin’ your ass.”

You are mad as hell, but you pull yourself together before trying again.

“Daryl, shut it!” You say firmly again, without raising your voice because that wasn’t in your nature, sadly, and you look at Sean. “Sean, leave. In any case, I would hurt him first so don’t worry. Go, please.”

Unsure, Sean walks away, but it's your confident words that keep Daryl looking at you. However, before you could say anything to him, you hear the man on the gates screaming that the saviors are coming.

“(Y/N)! Daryl!” Enid shouts running toward you from the gates, and you two run towards her and meet halfway. “You two must hide. The saviors should not know that you two are here.”

“Wait, no…” You say quickly. “We must find Maggie first. She’s in the woods with the others.”

“Jesus went to warn her. She will be alright. Come on!” Enid runs toward the building behind and you two run after her.

The sound of the cars become clearer and the gates open just as you all surround the building. Enid stops at the wooden doors that would lead you two to a cellar in a small basement, but it doesn’t feel right, not while the others are exposed with the saviors there.

However, Daryl opens the door and waits for you to enter.

“I will come for you when they are gone.” Enid says behind you.

Against everything, you walk down the stone steps and open the wooden door to enter the cellar while the place sinks in the darkness the moment Enid closes the doors above. The vegetable baskets are stack on shelves, and you push one to the side, which had enough space for you to hide in case someone come down. But, when you turn, you see Daryl staring through a hole in the door with his knife in his hand.

“Daryl, this is not the right time…” You whisper. Your mouth is dry and you feel your heart as tight as your stomach. “Please, don’t do it, not now.”

The plea in your voice surprise him, so he turns around and you both hide. The shadows of the basement serve as protection as he pushes the shelf back into the right place. It is not long before the outside doors open again, and the light enters through the cracks in the wood. You hold your breath when one of the saviors comes in, watching everything around him and then taking a basket. The place is full with food and the savior begins to collect the vegetables, piling them near the door.

And again and again, he turns his back on you, unprotected. Daryl lifts the knife in his hand, squeezing it hard, so close to kill the savior. But, even if you know he could handle one of them, they are too many outsides for you to make it alive, so you raise one hand and close it around his wrist, soft but firm, and at then, he finally looks at you after days. His blue eyes hold your gaze, and you slowly shake your head to stop him.

Fortunately, the savior takes his things and leave. Your heart feels less heavy and you breathe again as Daryl and you step out of that little hiding place. Doubts return to you, and you wonder how much harm those people could do, and how much harm you could do, and you ask for the time when you only had to worry about the walkers.

“I could have killed him.” Daryl grunts with his back in front of you.

The hatred to them for having kept him in that cell was never going to disappear.

“I know well you could. But you didn’t think about the consequences.”

Through his shirt, you see his back tighten.

“I never do it, do I? That’s why people die… ‘cause of me.”

The guilt you hear in his voice takes your breath away. Daryl really believed that, and his voice was so sincere and broken that it breaks your heart. The guilt is on his shoulders, you can see it more clearly know, so heavy that he can hardly bear it.

“Daryl…” You say, preparing to say your best friend’s name. “Glenn’s death was not your fault.”

Daryl turns, head down and part of his hair covering his face. His strength is destroyed, and he sobs before he speaks.

“It was… I have nightmares 'bout it. If I had not been so stupid…”

“Daryl, no…” You try again, taking a deep breath before. It is hard for you to hear his words, because they weren’t true. “Things happen, people die and we can’t help it, but we can honor their lives, fight for the things they believed in. They are not here but we are, and now I understand that we owe them this because they deserve it. Glenn was brave, kind, strong, and had a beautiful heart that not everyone has. He stayed true to himself, he didn’t lose part of him in this world, and he loved you so much because you and he were exactly the same.” Silent tears are about to fall from your eyes, but you stop them for a moment. “Talk to Maggie, okay? Listen to her and believe when she tells that she loves you so much because she wouldn’t lie to you. The way she sees you has not changed at all. But you have to forgive yourself even if you are not guilty of anything. Be stronger and fight for Glenn, make him feel proud. It’s the only way you can live in peace.”

He takes a moment, but finally, Daryl nods, he wipes his face and tries to hold your gaze.

“I’m sorry for leavin’ ya alone these days. I’m so sorry, peach.” He says softly, and you walk to him to put your arms around his shoulders. He clings to you like his life depends of it, arms around your waist, holding your body against him. His beard tickles your bare neck and he takes a deep breath before looking back at you, but without letting you go from his side. “And I would never hurt ya, never, y’know it, right?”

You let out a sigh, knowing that from there, things would get better.

“I know, love, but you still have to apologize to Sean.” You smile a little bit just to lighten the mood, pushing away a few strands of his hair out of his face to look into his eyes, but at the same time letting him know that you are serious. “If not, I'm going to have to hurt you, like, seriously.”

Daryl smiles softly, and he nods, hugging you again.

At that very moment, he is letting out all the pain that was hurting him all that time, but that was the first step to healing. And you know that everything would improve over time. Hearts healed at their own pace but they did eventually. And right there, your hearts are regenerating, closing their wounds and beating harder than before.

[sitp-recs]

Hey do you have any Drarry fic recs which basically have Draco completely changing in 8th year/after the war, like he's dyed his hair and has tattoos and just has become more friendly and changed and Harry basically loses his mind? Kinda tired of the grovelling Draco or animosity fics atp.. Thanks :)

Hi anon! Omg yes, love me confused Harry losing his mind over a changed, hotter and confident Draco. This trope always delivers even when Draco doesn’t go through major physical changes (I love it when he gets extra though 🤌🏼). I have a few recs but they’re all post-Hogwarts, I hope they still work for you!

Enjoy the Silence by @shealwaysreads (M, 3.4k)

Draco stops speaking, gets some tattoos, and discovers that Harry’s happy to be quiet with him.

Under Your Skin by p1013 (E, 4k)

He initials another section and flips the page. Being a junior Auror is a lot more grunt work than he expected, and the paperwork isn't even the worst of it. He's also managed to catch intake duty. It's getting close to 2 AM, there hasn't been a single arrest brought in tonight, and he's still got another six hours before his shift is over. Rubbing a hand over his face, he prays for something, anything, to make the interminable evening better.

The Study of Change by p1013 (M, 4.3k)

Harry's going to hell. He's going to hell immediately. Even with all of the good he's done in his life, he's never going to overcome the impure thoughts racing through his head at the sight of Draco Malfoy looking like an academic wet dream in a room full of barely legal adults.

Starstruck by phrynne (E, 4.5k)

Yeah, Malfoy has pink hair. Or sort of. Half of his hair is shaved short and dyed an aggressive pink. The other half is still white-blond, a strand falling over his right eye, only the left side of his face visible at all times. He turns it slightly and spots me beyond the moving bodies. He doesn’t stop dancing, a smile plays on his lips. This time I don’t look away like I used to when all this began.

Sex on Legs in Six-Inch Heels by @tessacrowley (E, 9.6k)

Draco Malfoy is a brilliant freelance cursebreaker and the only one who can help the Department of Magical Law Enforcement with a very dangerous case, but more importantly, he's wearing six-inch heels, and Harry cannot handle it, he really just can't.

Dream by the Fire by GallifreyisBurning (M, 11k)

When Draco Malfoy resurfaces in England after eight years abroad—tattooed, pierced, and wanting to take over a corner of Harry's coffee shop to work on a writing project—Harry can't help but be intrigued. Where has he been? What is he working on? Why here? And why does he have to look so stupidly hot with all those tattoos?

Cold Like Fire by QueenofThyme (M, 12k)

Head Auror Harry Potter had no problem with mandatory consent training for his team. He’d actually been looking forward to it, that is, until he discovered who the teacher was. Now, he had no idea how he was going to get through the training without throwing a hex at Draco Malfoy. Or a punch.

In the Shape of Things to Come by @academicdisasterfic (E, 15k)

Existential angst and chronic boredom are plaguing Harry Potter in his cushy post-war life. However, a chance encounter with a tattooed, pierced, disgruntled Draco Malfoy in the middle of Muggle Camden seems to spark something in Harry again—and he never could stay away from Malfoy.

We Might Be Too Old for a Bildungsroman by @wellhalesbells (T, 21k)

Harry finds something he’s been looking for since the war’s end. Admittedly, the packaging’s a bit odder than he expected.

Ink (My Skin With Your Name) by Kandakicksass (M, 22k)

Several years after the war, an ostracized Draco Malfoy covers himself in tattoos, becomes best friends with a muggle, and debates abandoning magical society entirely to work in a tattoo shop. All in all, he's having a hell of a time trying to figure out who he is and what he wants to do with his life. The last thing he needs is to run into Harry Potter, who seems intent on becoming his friend, even if he has to get a lot of ink to do it.

All Bets Are Off by dualwieldteacup (M, 31k)

Harry Potter's latest security assignment brings him to Las Vegas for the International Wizarding Casino World Series. At a magic underwater hotel, he is tasked with guarding the legendary and mysterious gambler known as Snake Eyes. The stakes are high when both Galleons and emotions are involved. Not to mention peacock pool floats, secret pizza, and most importantly of all, second chances.

[inukag-archive]

Hi! Do you have any list of fics where Inuyasha heals Kagome by licking her? Like "Healing Saliva" trope 😂 Thank you.

Hey Nonnie - yes we do! Hope these are to your *taste*.

Demon Nature by @shardetector (NR)

He spoke low and gently, although his voice was gruff with his demon still so close to the surface, “You saved me wench, now I’ll repay the favor.” With that, his muscles bunched in his legs as he sprung up and out of the well, a red blur in the night as he made his way through the forest to his destination. His precious cargo held safely to his chest, as he raced to save her with his demonic speed.

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The Voice Inside My Head by @fawn-eyed-girl (E)

When Kagome returns to the Feudal era a week after a particular nasty fight with Inuyasha, he realizes something’s not right. Is it too late for Inuyasha and Kagome—have the years of fighting broken them apart for good? Or will they be able to find a way forward, together? Featuring Commissioned Artwork by thornedraven!

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The Ronin by @mamabearcat (M)

On the night of the new moon, Inuyasha is knocked out and Kagome is at the mercy of a ruthless Ronin. When he wakes, Inuyasha has to piece together what has happened. He may not usually kill humans, but in this instance, he's willing to make an exception... Rated M for swearing, violence and sexual touching without consent.

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The Difference Between Lust and Love by @splendentgoddess (X)

Drawn by a jewel shard, the inu-gang encounter a witch in possession of a lust potion. This spell does not affect the mind but merely the body. What happens when Inuyasha falls victim to its power? There is only one way the spell can be broken.

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Mine by jaygirl987 (E)

She was so beautiful and pure. And his.

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Middle of Nowhere by @mamabearcat (T)

“Hey you old hag, keep your hands to yourself!”

“Inuyasha!” Kagome hissed at him, a little embarrassed by his rudeness to the kind old lady. She tucked the necklace back inside her shirt, offering a small seated bow of apology. “I’m so sorry Obasan, Inuyasha is just a little overprotective. Please excuse him.”

“No offense taken dear, I’m just a foolish old woman who has become a little doddering in her ways living out here alone. And with such a bright jewel” she added, staring directly into Kagome’s grey eyes, “he is right to be protective.”

Kagome is kidnapped... again... A one-shot written for Keichanz in response to a tumblr prompt

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Given by @dawnrider (E)

Losing himself to his youkai in Kaguya's castle puts Inuyasha in a position he never wanted to be in: Hurting the one person he swore he never would. Kagome doesn't see it quite the same way.

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Shelter by @lavendertwilight89 (E)

Inuyasha has been alone most of his life and one moonless night he gets caught up with a young priestess. She saves him and he, in return, helps her. What he doesn't realize is this priestess holds a lot of secrets which may or may not cost both of them their lives...

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Protector by MommaTrickster(Loria_Amnekia) (E)

Based on a prompt: His voice had never sounded so cold.

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Pulling Her Down by aishiteru-inu (M)

Completed! She has 'sat' InuYasha many times in the past, so what would happen if she was brought down with a 'sit?

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Feel free to add your own recs in the comments or reblogs! Check our Masterlist of previous lists to see which topics we've covered. After reviewing our submission guidelines, send us an ask (here).

[mjolnirswriststrap]

Haunted

“Oh, I'm holding my breath

Won't lose you again

Something's made your eyes go cold”

Masterlist Pt.Five

Bucky Barnes x F!Reader

Summary: Part 4/6, Bucky’s closer to figuring out the truth, and you haven’t thought about what’s his name in days.

Warnings: Nightmares and fluff.

Bucky watched as soft snores fell from your open mouth. Apparently today drained you, he understands, he feels like he just got hit by a truck. Everything is gone, everyone is gone, he doesn’t know how it happened. How did a lifetime disappear?

Bucky had plans, now there’s no chance they’ll ever happen. Him and Steve were gonna buy houses side by side when the war ended. Raise families together, bring up children together. But he doesn’t know if Steve even remembers him; he’ll find out tomorrow.

His eyes slowly drift closed, then he hears the front door swinging open. His body jerks, he looks left and right and you’re no where to be seen. Gusts of wind are blowing piles of snow through the door, he jumps up, looking up to the empty loft, the bathroom doors open and the lights off. You’re gone.

He feels a hand on his shoulder but when he turns around no one’s there. All of the blood in his body was now pounding through his ears, like a deafening throb. He runs outside, determined to find you. He quickly throws his right arm up, shielding his eyes from the shards of ice falling from the sky. The snow was relentless on the mountain.

Bucky squints into the dark woods, he swears he hears someone, but they’re too far away to make out what they’re saying. He bravely steps into the abyss in search. “Help, please, is anyone out there?”. The persons voice becomes clearer. Bucky is running through the woods, one boot in-front of the other. With the storm coming down it feels like that night he found the cabin.

A familiar pain of cold air stabbed at his lungs. He can’t see a thing, the moon bounces off some patches snow but the storm clouds make it an impossible labyrinth of trees. “Hello, can you hear me?” He bellows out, hopeful.

Bucky’s breaths sharpen, and for a second he hears someone else’s deeps breaths. He stops his trekking through the snow, turning his body in a full 360 degrees. Any moment now something would pop out at him. “Is there anyone out there? Where are you?” He tries one more time to make contact with whoever was calling out.

He hold his breath, and stands completely still, keeping the snow from crunching under his feet. He’s all alone, or so he thought. “Buck.” He whips his head around to see his friend reveal himself from behind a tree. “Steve?” Bucky can’t believe it, how did he get here so quick from New York? It couldn’t have been more than a few hours since the call with Darcy.

“How did you get here so fast? What is going on? I met this girl, she tried to convince me you were frozen in ice for 70 years.” Bucky starts rambling. Steve just stoically stands there, face devoid of any emotion. Bucky’s relief starts to fade “Steve? What’s wrong?”.

It was as if the man didn’t see Bucky. He was looking right at him, but he was unwavering in his stance. “How could you?” He finally speaks up, but it doesn’t sound like him. Bucky’s brows furrow, “How could I what?”. He takes a step back, distancing himself.

Steve drops his gaze, slowly shaking his head. “All those innocent people. Brutally killed in their homes, in their cars, in-front of the world, you have no shame.” Bucky’s face contorts in horror. He would never, he has never, and he could never do that. “Stop, I have no clue what you’re talking about. Steve, you’re starting to freak me out.”

Steve lunges forward, reaching out. Bucky doesn’t let him get close enough before he breaks out in a sprint. “Steve! Please, just tell me what’s going on.” Bucky runs faster than he ever had before. Steve is right on his heels. His feet stutter under him and it causes him to crash into the thick snow, spitting out chunks on snow and dirt.

He rolls over to his back, his chest rising and falling, causing cloud of fog to emit from his mouth. Steve stands over him, raising his shield above his head, “Why Buck? Why didn’t you just die?”.

Bucky’s eyes widen as he watches Steve release his weapon, letting it fall down to slice him. He feels the ground beneath him start to rumble and then everything goes black. He takes a deep breath, closing his eyes in this dark realm. When he opens them, he’s back in that cozy little cabin, you’re curled up under a heavy blanket. The golden lamplight made your skin glow. It was warm, and the tv quietly played the third Princess Diaries movie.

He reaches up with his right hand to wipe the sleep from his eyes, but he’s met with beads of sweat on his brow. That dream felt real, all of them till now felt like he was floating.

He stares out the window behind the tv. Watching as the snow rapidly falls; as the sun comes up and you start to rise. He’s in shock, why was Steve talking about innocent people? Why was Steve blaming him? That wasn’t the Steve he knows.

If he’s honest with himself, he was terrified. He didn’t see a soul behind his friends eyes. It was like Steve was a shark who just smelled blood. His heart continues to race as you rise from the couch, stretching your tired limbs. “Hey.” You say awkwardly. You don’t know what to say, you’d never had just a sleepover with a guy. Even under these circumstances you feel embarrassed by your puffy faced state.

Bucky looks up to your comforting presence, and he feels his nerves begin to relax. “Hey.” He replies. “Are you alright, you’re as pale as a ghost.” You say, waking into the kitchen to boil water for coffee. To you, the cabin was freezing, no golden warmth like how Bucky saw it.

He nods his head at your question. “Just a bad dream.”. Now it’s your turn to nod, “We still have a while until we hear any news from Darcy, it’s still night there.” You say, emptying left over grounds into the trash.

Bucky stands, holding his left arm close, “Anything I could do for you?” He says yawning. “I wanna earn my keep, I feel like I’ve been intruding too much on your space, the least I could do is make myself useful.”

You stop mid pour, you’d never had a man be so thoughtful. Your ex just knew how to take and never give; it was exhausting. “Um, firstly, would you like a cup of coffee Sargent?” You smile, sliding a blue coffee cup across the counter.

Bucky sips the dark liquid, the roasted flavor reminding him of early mornings with his ma. He sucks on his teeth, “Sounds nice coming from you, if I’m honest.” Bucky liked the way Sargent rolled off your tongue, like it was meant to be patronizing, but it sounded genuine.

If your cheeks weren’t already pink from the cold, Bucky would definitely be able to see the blush that overtook your whole face. “Like I said, I appreciate and respect a man in uniform.” You flirt back, unashamedly.

Bucky chuckles, finishing off his mug. “Seriously though, anything I could do?”. You look past him into the living room. The black stove sat in the corner, unused. “We need wood if we’re gonna warm this place with something other than space heaters.”

“That is all you had to say.” Bucky walks back into the living room, and pulls his blue coat over his arms. “I think I seen an axe out there somewhere.” He smiles walking towards the door.

“Wait, your arm looks hurt, are you sure you should be chopping wood?” You say in concern. Bucky watches your worried eyes fall to the arm he cradled, he noticed the nervous pitch in your voice. “If I don’t, who will? Can’t let you go out and do it, not on my watch.” He says, letting you know he’s too much of a gentleman.

You’re starting to lose count on how many times this man had surpassed your expectations. You know he’s just being old fashioned, if anything you should be offended. A woman could chop wood just as good as a man. But you just knew Bucky meant it differently, like you shouldn’t have to break a sweat, chopping wood was beneath you. He’ll bare the cold for the both of you.

You watch through the kitchen window as Bucky swings the axe with one arm, he doesn’t miss once. You’d be lying if you said you didn’t like the way his hair fell in his face, making his perfect appearance look more disheveled.

Maybe you shouldn’t be checking him out, it’s not like you should be moving on so quickly. You need to find yourself before you get wrapped up in another person. You don’t even know your favorite flavor of ice cream, and there’s hundreds of flavors you haven’t even tried yet.

You want to help Bucky, but you’re putting yourself first, no matter what happens. If it gets too hairy or too serious, you’re out. You just want to be a good person, and good people don’t drool over their house guests. On that note, you walk over to the wood burning stove, opening the rusted door, you find a box of matches sitting on top. You light one and burn what dry wood was left from the previous owner. You needed hot coals to keep the fire going on the snow moistened wood Bucky was chopping.

You hold your cold fingers up to the cracking flames, it’s like blood was rushing back to the frost bitten tips. You close your eyes for a second to bask in the warmth you’d created for yourself, and then you hear a distant whooshing, you look out of the window to see the trees thrashing violently; snow blowing everywhere.

Bucky comes bursting through the door, axe in hand. “What is a helicopter doing all the way out here?”

[supercriminalbean]

Nightmares

David Rossi x GN!Reader.

Words. 1.4K

Summary: Your boyfriend waking you up from a nightmare.

Warnings: Murder, swearing, blood, crying, fluff, dead bodies. (If ive forgotten something let me know)

The fear kept building up as you ran down the corridor, your breathing becoming heavy as you sprint for your life. He was gaining on you slowly, the impending doom kept approaching and the corridor just seems to be getting longer. The place is freezing cold and bodies seem to be spread out across the hallway, having to jump over the familiar bodies of your team members. 

Their blood covering the walls, the man you have been running from for years getting closer and closer. Your mind is running with fear of the past and logic, you know this isn’t real, you remember going to bed last night then suddenly waking up running down this place. You were stuck once more in this unending nightmare, yet none of you seems to be waking up. 

SLAM! Your body is suddenly being tackled into the wall, the man you hate with every fibre of your body grins down at you keeping your shivering body pinned easily against the wall, a bloody knife firmly in his hand.

“I finally got you my little lamb” His soft chuckles make your skin crawl as he brings the knife up to your neck, slowly tracing down your body. Before he firmly pushes it into your chest, his laugh fills the room as he lets you drop to the floor, the torture finally ending. 

Glancing down at the knife that's firmly in your chest, blood dripping down as you slide on to the ground, losing the energy. 

“(Y/n)?” A soft voice calls for you, one that is unusually full of pain. Your eyes dart to your side. Your heart breaks into a million pieces when you spot Dave laying on the ground, his neck sliced open, a pile of blood pooling. 

“D Dave…”

“Why.. Why did you drag us into this” The anger and hate is all you can see in his eyes.

“I I’m sorry” You cry out as you watch the life drain out of him.

“You should be”

“We all died for you”

“You killed us all”

Your team all stand above you, all of them looking like ghosts, blood covering each and everyone of them, hatred and anger radiating off of them. You can’t help but let the tears spill over as you stare at them, the guilt catching up to you. 

“I'm sorry I’m so sorry” You keep repeating it, as Rossi brings his hand up to cup your cheek, leaving behind his bloody handprint.

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Dave lays there for a few seconds, trying to figure out what the noises he could hear are. That's when they get louder and he has no doubts as to what it is. He quickly turns over, pulling himself closer to you, pulling himself into a sitting position, before rubbing your arm gently. 

“(Y/n), Sweetie, wake up” He speaks softly, hoping you're not too far in dream land, hoping you're close to waking up already. But he gets no response.

“(Y/n), come on sweetie, wake up” Dave calls again with more urgency, a sharper shake to your arm.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry” You cry out, your eyes still firmly shut, still dead asleep. The fear of your dream has a tight hold on you.

“(Y/n), It's Dave I need you to open your eyes for me!” He speaks more sharply, scared about what's going on inside your mind tonight.

“I’m sorry, sorry Dave, please sorry” Your words mumble together as your crying gets harder, shaking as you try to get out of his grip.

“Darling, shh it's okay, I’m right here just wake up” Dave takes a deep breath, as he gives you one final sharp shake. Your eyes fling open with a small scream, your body launching up into a sitting position. Dave’s arms are quick to wrap around your waist, stopping you from falling off.

“Hey.. deep breaths I’m right here you're safe” Dave’s voice is soft, full of love and compassion. A tone that is completely different that the Dave from your dream, he rubs your arm gently as you take deep calming breaths, trying to calm your racing heart. 

“D Dave..” The words get stuck in your throat. Turning to look at him with a terrified look plastered over your face, tears still spilling down your face.

“It's okay darling, I’m right here” He smiles softly, wrapping his arms around your properly before pulling you into his chest, pressing his lips against your forehead, which automatically helps calm you down.

~~~

You two sit there in silence for a moment. Your head resting against his chest, listening peacefully to his heart, taking deep breaths to try and match him. Your mind is still racing from the nightmare, but the longer you sit there listening to Dave’s heartbeat and breathing, feeling his body wrapped around yours, is enough to ground you.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Dave whispers softly, his hand running through your hair. 

“It was the corridor again” Your voice shakes, your mind flashing back to what your nightmare is based off of.

“Oh darling” Dave sighs softly. He had already figured that, it's not the first time you’ve woken up due to that place.

“It was worse this time.. He had k ki” The tears swell in your eyes again as you get flash back the jumping over the teams bodies, to Dave dying in your lap. “He killed the team.. I couldn't stop him.. He killed you” You couldn’t stop the tears from flowing again, that man has already taken so much from you, you can’t allow him to take your lover from you either.

“I'm right here.. The team is safe, everyone is safe” He whispers those words softly, knowing you're holding something back. Placing his hand under your chin so he can gently direct your face upwards to look at him. Catching a glimpse of your tears, he softly wipes them away, feeling his heart break as he sees the broken look on your face.

“Do you want to tell me what's really bothering you?” His stare is enough to make you break open about anything. The soft but protective, caring but stubborn look he has mastered, is enough to make you feel warm and safe inside.

“What if we never find him Dave?” Your words are barely a whisper, the fear of never finding him is one you don’t like to express.

“We will find him” Dave gives you a small smile, he doesn’t truly believe it but he knows he has to.

“It's been four years Dave.. It's not looking hopefully” Sighing softly, as you lean even further into him.

“I know, but you and I both know that the moment we have something, we have the best team and the best hope to bring him down, for good this time” Dave reassures you, kissing your cheek softly, which brings a small smile out of you.

“I know, but I never wanted anyone to have to deal with my dramas” Closing your eyes as your body starts to relax.

“We know, but the team is like a family, like hell are you dealing with any of this by yourself Amore” Dave pulls you down with him, into a more comfortable lying position.

“I know”

~~~

“Do you want to try and get more sleep, It’s not like we have work for a couple days” Dave smiles down at you, watching as you reposition yourself on his chest. Just a couple years ago he would never imagine you would be here with him. 

“No more sleep, but I do not want to get up yet” Smiling softly as his hand goes and replays with your hair. “Seeing as we don’t have work for a couple more days, do you think we can go up to your cabin then, we haven’t been up there in months, an I think getting away for awhile is good”

“That sounds like a great idea Sweetie, we can do that” Dave smiles, seeing as your eyes flicker close. “Maybe we can do some shopping at the town on the way up there first” Dave starts speaking, knowing his voice helps settle you down to sleep after a nightmare. 

“And the weather should be good so we can go swimming while we are up there as well” Dave keeps talking as he watches you fall asleep on his chest.

[spyborg-au-official]

AS THE SUN BEATS DOWN

part 4

((TW FOR DEPICTIONS OF PANIC, AND GENERALIZED ANGST.))

Spy felt the world around him flicker as he desperately opened his eye. His face had been painfully pressed against the grainy, earthy ground. His entire body had become almost paralyzed.

His body was uncomfortably knotted together, one of his arms having been twisted backward. 

The pain hit Spy like a freight train, his eye instantly becoming clouded with tears.

He wanted to see Daniel again.

He wanted to be held close to the man, to be comforted.

Spy felt a thick, cold liquid make its way down his back, and his side. While he couldn’t see it, he had a feeling he already knew what it was.

He felt it break.

The connection of the tube having been severed when he had been thrown about so harshly.

It was just a matter of if this was enough to kill him.

No.. no he couldn’t die like this.

Slowly, but surely, Spy gathered all his energy and strength, and attempted to pull himself to cover.

He’d grit his teeth-the normally small action taking much more energy than he thought it would

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Engineer had spat out different insults and swears before he’d felt his body fall to the ground. 

He hadn’t expected the BLU’s to get this far, normally, they hadn’t. He could only wonder if they had finally noticed their Spy missing.

As he inhaled the colder air in the respawn room, he couldn't help but feel a sort of anger start to simmer in the back of his mind. 

Phantom pain stung at where he was originally shot at-making him wince slightly.He relaxed a little, the tension in his shoulders becoming a little much for him.

Then stuck a hand into one of his pockets, before he panicked.

He’d wiggled his fingers around, not sure if he was hallucinating it being gone or not. He then bent forwards, and looked down into the pocket.

There wasn’t anything inside.He lost the controls.

Engineer felt anger bubble up in his system, and he’d ball up his hands into fists-his knuckles becoming white.

Not only had he lost the controls, he had lost his puppet.

His stomach dropped slightly at the thought of losing the thing he had spent so much time on-the thing he had taken out his anger on.

And he refused to give up on a project so far into it. 

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Heavy held onto his minigun tightly, using it both to attack the REDs, and to protect his Medic. He scowled as he realized the majority of his teammates were not anywhere near him.

Medic seemed to notice this, too. He’d said some insults in German to himself, hoping Heavy wouldn’t notice.

It didn’t take long for the BLU’s to cap again, the administrators voice blaring over the loudspeakers, and filling the teams ears.

“You have been awarded additional time.”

Heavy watched as his team all half celebrated getting this far, then, they continued. The BLUs were all thrilled beyond measure-and it showed.

Their team's Demo had fortunately been sober for the occasion, and seeing him being genuinely happy was pleasant.

As the BLUs pushed forwards, one of the REDs could be heard yelling. It was Soldier.

“Damnit! You are all disappointments to AMERICA!”

Everything seemed to be coming together.It actually felt like the BLU’s might win.. However, in an unfortunate turn of events, the entire BLU team was almost instantly wiped by the RED engineers sentry.

At first, it started when they’d all heard three beeps, the sentry having locked onto all of them. A small red dot was trained on Heavy's chest-and in an instant, his body was ripped apart by a barrage of bullets and rockets.

No one had enough time to react-leaving the whole team to become a mess of gore.

The BLU sniper was lucky enough to have been far enough away to pick off the RED with his sniper rifle. He’d let out a low grumble, displeased with how fast his teammates had fallen.

That single loss was enough to let the REDs completely outplay them. And it felt like the round might end with yet another loss to the BLUs rep.

In the back of his mind, Sniper had the memory of getting backstabbed by that.. Thing burned into his mind. It made his skin crawl. He hadn't even remembered noticing Spy go missing, a fault on his part.

And a fault that he could never forget.

 --------------------------------------------------Spy felt his vision start to blur as he attempted to pull himself towards the BLU spawn. He was so close, and he was desperate to escape the nightmare he’d been put through.

His whole body ached.

He wanted nothing more than death to take him-he didn’t even care if he didn’t respawn properly-because either way, he’d be somewhere safer than this.

His thoughts all came to a sudden stop as he was picked up, whoever managed to get a hold of him let out a gruff, concerned hum.

Spy felt his body weight shift as he was turned around. His gut wretched, and he felt his heart drop. His eye widened, new tears stinging the corner of his eye.

All he could do was let out a weak, pitiful huff as he looked back at the two individuals.

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Heavy stared back at what remained of his friend, dread seeping into his gut, then anger. He turned him slightly, looking at all the little details. When he’d seen the broken tube at first, he hadn’t quite thought much of it.

He couldn’t help but cringe ever so slightly when he heard Spy let out what sounded like a whimper. He stopped, and looked the man in the eye.

“Heavy will make whoever did this to you pay.” venom seeped through his words, and hung in the air.

“I vill also help!” Medic chimed in, a little bit too enthusiastic about the situation. “Though.. I am quite interested vith vat has happened to you. Can you speak? Hoo! I cannot vait to get-”

Heavy turned, giving the doctor a hard glare, signaling for him to stop.

He softly took hold of Spys cheek, rubbing his thumb against it gently. It hurt, seeing his friend like this. Knowing what-no, who the man used to be.

That was when he finally noticed Spys broken arm. He frowned, silently cursing at himself for not noticing before. He looked back at Medic, before speaking again.

“Doctor, come heal little man. He is hurt.”

Medic nodded, hand steadily holding onto his medigun. He held it in front of Spy, but it never registered him actually being there.

He blinked, eyebrows furrowing in confusion as he tried again. And failed.

Medic had felt irritation bubble in the back of his mind, when he had a sudden thought.

Was Spy even alive anymore?

[wellthebardsdead]

And the final to the blood finch story arch

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Kaidan: *holding Henwen tight to his chest as the group walks through morthal just on dark* Falions house should be up here…

Serana: let’s hurry, he hasn’t fed in a few days now and I’m worried he’ll start turning feral from the hunger.

Kaidan: that can happen?

Serana: anyone can lose their composure when they’re starving… just guard your neck.

Kaidan: *pulls back the blanket to see his snow elf husband, looking so thin, a cleft in his lip forming and eyes red, the blue from them now completely gone* don’t worry love… we’ll get you cured…

Henwen: *tiredly closes his eyes again* mm…

Kaidan: … *covers him back up and walks with the group to Falions house*

Taliesin: *knocks on the door* Falion! Open up!

Falion: Go away! We’re closed for the day come back tomorrow!

Serana: Tomorrow will be t-

Taliesin: *kicks down the door and storms in grabbing Falion by his robes and dragging him out* There won’t BE a tomorrow if you don’t cure him now! Now fix him!

Falion: Are you out of your mind?! What are you- *shuts up as Kaidan uncovers henwen*

Kaidan: p-please save him…

Falion: …Meet me at the standing stones in the swamp…

*a few hours later*

Henwen: *looking up at Kaidan confused as his husband ties him up* what’s? Going on?… love?…

Kaidan: I’m sorry my love, we don’t know how you’ll respond to the ritual, Falion suggested this to keep you and us safe…

Henwen: *nods timidly, stomach growling loudly and eyes glowing like embers in the dark as he starts to succumb to his hunger* I’m afraid… h-hold me?…

Kaidan: *eyes starting to glow too, slowly becoming entranced* of course love… *moves to pull him in close*

Henwen: *opens his mouth to bite him only to get rope instead* Mmmph?!

Serana: *ties it around his head* that was close. *slaps Kaidan across the face* snap out of it and help me get him into position!

Kaidan: *shakes his head* Whot in the mind boggling fuckery was that?!

Serana: he enthralled you, he’s starting to lose himself now hurry!

Kaidan: Aye… *looks at Henwen sadly as he lifts him up* I’m sorry love, it’ll be okay…

Henwen: *thrashing with energy he previously didn’t have, gnawing on the rope and whining helplessly as he’s laid down within the circle*

Falion: If we’re ready I’ll begin…

Everyone else: *stands back cautiously*

Falion: I call upon Oblivion Realms, the home of those who are not our ancestors. Answer my plea! As in death there is new life, in Oblivion there is a beginning for that which has ended.

Henwen: *arching his back and screaming like he’s in pain, his hunger hoping he can trick his friends into saving him* MMPHHHHH!!!!

Kaidan: *takes a step forward only for inigo to stop him* …

Inigo: don’t fall for it…

Falion: I call forth that power! Accept the soul that we offer!

Henwen: *wriggles his hand free from one of his binds and tries to drag himself away, hissing and writhing* UGHMMPH! *pulls the rope from his mouth* Kaidan!! My love!!! Please! Save me!!

Falion: As the sun ends the night, end the darkness of this soul, return life to the creature you see before you!

Henwen: *freezes feeling the cold grip of cold harbour release him* … *shakily drops back onto the stone, tears pouring down his face as his eyes return to their soft crystal blue, and his skin returns to its healthy glow as the bat like cleft to his lips disappears returning to their natural pale pink state* I?… Im… tired… *passes out*

*A few days later*

Henwen: *safe in the walls of fort dawnguard, sitting out in the sunshine, skin glowing in its rays like freshly fallen snow, alive, healthy, welcomed by Auriels light* …

Kaidan: *watching him from the doorway with a heavy heart* …

Taliesin: …he’s learned what death feels like… he’s learned how to regret…

Kaidan: He’s lost a part of himself…

Taliesin: the last of his innocence… *sighs* not even 30 yet… and thousands more years ahead of him left, knowing what he knows from so very young…

Kaidan: …Should we write to miraak and ask his opinion on this?…

Taliesin: I think s-… Oh gods were stupid. Why don’t we ask him to help up with this vampire problem?!

Kaidan: …FUCK WHY DIDNT WE THINK OF THAT SOONER?!

Henwen: *sneezes as a butterfly lands on his nose* ugh…

[smuttyfang]

Levi, I Want To Care For You

Someone on Wattpad wanted some more Levi and I’m always happy to oblige..

Words: 2,492

“What the hell am I doing?” Levi huffed to himself as he began undoing the button of his pants. Unzipping them and pulling them down just enough, he saw his hard cock. Why was this happening? He couldn’t focus. He couldn’t sleep, more so than usual. No amount of any activity ever took his mind off of it. He was losing himself.

You. It was all your fucking fault.

His underwear clearly up in a tent, he quickly placed his hand on his rock hard cock and began rubbing it through the fabric. He couldn’t help it. And he hated it. “Fuck.. I can’t believe she does this to me..” He sighed, impatient and needy. Pulling his underwear down hastily, he grabbed his cock with his cold hand. It sent a shiver through him, causing him to gasp just slightly. He began pumping himself with a nice rhythm. Throwing his head back and sighing in pure pleasure, his thoughts ran wild with nothing but you. “She just won’t fucking stop.. so pretty..” He was so attracted to you. What were you doing to him? Nothing, in all reality. You were incredibly attracted to him, but he was so stoic that it was difficult to tell what he was feeling. So of course, you never told him anything. You tried to hint, bending over in front of him, wiggling your hips more than you normally would, making tea for him, helping him with his bandages.. but of course, his stoicism never waned. You’d lost hope. But Levi was completely entranced. Your hips.. he always thought about your hips. He couldn’t help but imagine you bent over while he thrusted into you from behind. His cock twitched at the thought as he kept pumping, his hips bucking upward so desperate to feel more. “Fuck, why.. why..?” Why were you so kind, on top of being so beautiful? You helped care for him. You helped him change the stupid bandages over his eye and his hand. You helped him get around and showed him some beautiful places nearby every chance that you had. You always helped him even when he was having his really bad days and being more grouchy than usual. You always met him with a smile. Even when he was being rude and feeling awful, you’d simply smile and continue helping him. “I don’t unders-stand.. oh, fuck..” He didn’t get why you were being so nice to him. You didn’t have to. You just did. His cock kept getting harder and harder, almost until it hurt. He felt his orgasm building up inside of him, causing his pumping to become erratic and desperate. He was so close, so close..

“Levi? I forgot my-“ You didn’t know what to expect when you came back inside, but it wasn’t this. The sight was so fucking pretty. He was breathless, staring at you with wide, horrified and glazed over eyes. His pants were down below his waist, revealing his gorgeous cock.. it was covered in his own juices, his fingers wrapped around it tightly. You both were in so much shock, it was hard for either of you to form words. You swallowed, unable to help looking down at his cock. “I-I’m so sorry, Levi.. I forgot my bag..” You saw Levi look next to the door and eye your bag, left sitting on the floor.

“Just.. come back in. Close the door.” Shit, you hadn’t even realized how embarrassing that could be for him if someone else happened to see. Closing and locking the door behind you, you kept your head down while sneakily trying to get glances of him still. He was just.. so handsome. “I.. I didn’t want you to see that. But since you have..” In your nervousness, you spoke up.

“It’s my fault. I’m so sorry. I should have knocked.” You sighed, completely sure that your face was blood red from how hot it felt.

“Listen.” He requested. You stayed silent this time as he spoke. “You help me so much, despite not having to. Why?”

“I care about you, Levi. I want to take care of you. There’s no reason except me wanting to.” He sat in the same position, unmoving. His cock twitched just slightly hearing you say that to him.

“I never ask you to do anything for me. You just do it.. this will be the only time I’ll ever ask anything of you.” You felt your breath hitch in your throat. He still hadn’t moved. His expression never changed, except for a hint of softness from his eyes that you’d never seen before. “WIll you help me?” He looked directly into your eyes this time, making you feel so many emotions. Knots in your stomach, heat between your legs, tears in your eyes from joy. Wordlessly, you walked over to him and got down on your knees in front of him. He pulled himself forward on the side of the bed for you to help you out. You looked up at him as you slowly finished pulling his pants and underwear off and tossed them to the side. Taking his cock in your hand, he was already moaning just slightly watching you touch him like this for the first time.

“Levi, I’ve wanted this for so long..” You admitted, gently kissing the tip of his cock as the precum leaked out. He groaned, throwing his head back for you. Going for it, you began sucking him while using your hand to pump him at the same time. His moans were so pretty. He hissed through his teeth a lot, letting the moans out in heavy breaths and grunts. You placed your hands on his muscular thighs for steadiness, now trying your best to take the whole thing into your mouth. You went down on him as far as you could, being sure to slide your tongue over the head each time you bobbed up.

“Holy, fuck.. How are you so-so good at this?” You smiled and let out a small muffled giggle at his compliment, causing you to just want to go faster for him. You did, making him groan and shake even more. The muscles on his legs began tensing up, and he did his best to not thrust up into your mouth as he was getting close. “I’m so close, I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna.. c-cum..” With a few more bobs up and down on him, his body tensed up as he groaned loudly for you. His seed shot into your mouth, so warm and gooey. You swallowed every bit of it that he spewed as his cock twitched. His body slowly relaxed, leaving him breathless and dazed. Wiping your lips and smiling, you felt a strong sense of pride.

“How was that?” You asked innocently. He sat up, looking down at you and holding your face with his hand.

“That was.. perfect. You did amazingly.” He stared at you for a while, admiring your swollen lips and sparkling eyes. “Now, I suppose I should help you too. To be fair.” You stood up, sitting next to him on the edge of the bed.

“You don’t need to, Levi. I wanted to.” He huffed.

“Now I want to do this. Lie back. You’ve taken care of me enough. Your turn.” You couldn’t help but smile so big. You felt like a giddy teenager in love for the first time again. You did as he said and sat back for him with your legs dangling off the bed. Before he could do anything, you remembered something.

“Oh, let me get up on the bed instead. I don’t want you to have a hard time getting off of the floor.” You scooted yourself up into the center of the bed and rested your head on some pillows. He crawled onto the bed, placing his hand on your ankle and running it upward. It ran from your ankle, to your calf, to your thigh..

“Still thinking of me. I know I’m old, don’t remind me.” You half smiled at his joke, but it wasn’t even his age, really. He was just tired and had pushed his body for so long. He deserved to be taken care of. He deserved to be cared for, and feel pleasure.. and you were happy to oblige. He lifted your dress up to your belly, out of his way. He looked at you softly before nudging you to lift your hips so he could easily slide your underwear down. He slid them off of your legs and laid them gently beside him on the bed. His finger trailed across your lips, making you shiver with anticipation. “I haven’t done this in a long time.” He didn’t sound unsure of himself, but it sounded like he didn’t want to end up disappointing you. You reassured him.

“I trust you, Levi.” You weren’t sure of what else to say, but you trusted him to do a wonderful job. He pushed his finger past your lips, pressing right against your clit. Of course he found it so quickly. He rubbed small circles on it, sending shivers throughout your body. His finger slid down a bit as he found your hole. You were already soaked just from pleasuring him. You could have sworn you heard him chuckle once he realized this, but you were so excited you couldn’t quite register it in your mind. You didn’t have time to dwell on it, as one of his slender fingers slid inside of you. Your mouth opened and your eyes closed, gasping as your back arched upward. Already, you were pushing your hips toward him trying to feel more of him. He quickly obliged and pushed another finger inside of you. “Oh, Levi..” You moaned out for him as he just watched you writhe beneath his touch. Before long, he slowly moved his head between your legs. While he still thrusted his fingers in and out of you, his tongue found your clit. You began grasping at the sheets on either side of you in pleasure. Heat began building up inside of your stomach as you called out his name repeatedly. He just continued, not giving you a break at all from the complete pleasure and ecstasy you were feeling. You moved your hands to his hair, just lightly tugging at it and entangling your fingers. He moaned at this just a little, sending vibrations across your pussy. Once your body began twitching and moving more erratically, Levi wrapped his arms around your thighs and placed his hands on your stomach to keep you still. You were always surprised at how strong he still was. Your hips began rolling on his mouth, desperate to feel as much of him as you possibly could. Your face was burning hot, along with the heat building inside of your lower stomach. The knot inside of it tightened until it exploded, causing you to throw your head back and moan out loudly. Your whole body shook as you rode out your orgasm on his tongue. He gave it a final lick, causing you to hiss from the slight overstimulation it gave you. “There’s..” You started to say, out of breath, “.. there’s no way it has been a long time since you’ve done that.” He smirked just a little at you.

“It has.” He crawled up to your face, holding your face in his hand again. You both forget about his bandages, his missing fingers.. His mind forgets it all when he’s looking at you, and you feel nothing but joy seeing a wonderful man like him soften up for you like this. “So..”

“So.. I want more.” You stated bluntly.

“So do I. I don’t have any protection though.” You scratched your cheek, somewhat embarrassed.

“Uh, I do.. in my bag.” He seemed a little surprised.

“I’ll get it. Take this off for me.” He tugged at your dress. You did it quickly, pulling all of it off in one swoop. He took his shirt off as he walked to your bag. It didn’t take long for him to find them. “Were you hoping this would happen or something?” He began walking back to the bed, marveling at your breasts hanging free.

“A girl can dream.. can’t she?” You smiled sweetly at him as he crawled back onto the bed, closing the distance between your lips and his.

“Not a dream anymore.” He kissed you passionately, quickly pushing his tongue past your lips and letting it dance with yours. He never broke the kiss as he opened the package and slid the condom on so smoothly. You felt him pressing his cock against your thigh before he grabbed it and slowly moved it between your legs. You could feel the head of it pushing into your hole. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, please Levi. I’ve waited so long already. I need you.” That was all the confirmation he needed. He began shoving himself inside of you, causing both of you to break the kiss to moan. You gasped and bit your lip, feeling his cock filling you up and making you feel so full.

“Fuck, shit you are.. so tight.” You smiled at him pulling him down to you to kiss you again. Moving your hips, you encouraged him to start moving. He did, not hesitating to give you exactly what you’ve been wanting. The sound of his skin slapping yours and breathy moans filled the air. Sometimes he would get excited and the bed would begin hitting the wall, causing him to slow down just a bit. You couldn’t help but smile. “You’re so beautiful..” He said as he kissed down your neck, working his way to your breasts. He took one nipple into his mouth, just lightly and gently sucking as he ran his finger over the other one. The pleasure was so intense from the overstimulation and sensitivity from cumming once before.

“Levi, I-I can’t last m-much longer..” It was so much pleasure. Tingling shot all throughout your body. You shivered and shook for him, grasping at anything you could grasp. Lightly scratching at his back for some sort of release or relief. His thrusts became erratic and needy soon enough.

“Cum with me sweetheart. Do it for me.” His words were so deliciously demanding and laced with such a sinister seriousness that it made you push yourself to try to cum faster for him. You tensed up, letting that overwhelming feeling of an orgasm take over your body. He came soon after, seeing you writhe in pleasure beneath him. His cock pulsed inside of your overly sensitive hole. You squeezed yourself around him, making him hiss through his teeth. “Are you trying to suck me dry?” You giggled at him.

“Yeah, I am.” You smiled at him. He kissed you and rubbed your lips with his thumb.

“Good. My sweet, naughty girl.”

[thenavysealkie]

Deliverance Part 1 | Marcus Solo

Time: Early Morning, after the events of "A Lesson in Selkies"

Location: The shoreline and waters of Wicked's Rest.

Participants: @thenavysealkie

Trigger Warnings: Depression, Homophobia

Summary: Marcus finally devises a plan to catch the thief that stole his pelt, but finds more than he bargained for in his search.

It was another restless night of tossing and turning and trying to clear his head. Nights like these frustrated Marcus, as he had always been so peaceful and calm in his old life. But he wouldn’t have to suffer for much longer. Marcus had finally figured out what had happened to his pelt. For anyone to find any value in it beyond just selling it on the black market, they would have to be another selkie. And since the trail ran cold here in Wicked’s Rest, that meant that the culprit was likely hiding out somewhere here in town. Since they were a fellow selkie, they would likely have to transform every few nights or so to keep from feeling the sting of withdrawal symptoms. When they did, Marcus would be ready. 

Marcus had devised a plan to catch his thief in the act. A series of cameras set up along the shoreline, pretty much anywhere he could find to set one up inconspicuously. If this person came too close to shore, Marcus would have it on camera. Granted, they would be in seal form, so it wasn’t like Marcus could ID the person through sight alone. However, his plan was not to figure it out just by looking at the cameras. 

After setting up his surveillance system, Marcus returned home to have what would probably be the most restful night of sleep he had had in a very long time. For the past couple of months he had been tortured with insomnia, exhaustion, fatigue, decreasing strength, irritability, and an inability to focus. Suffice to say, he hadn’t been himself for a while, and he was desperate to become who he once was yet again. Of course, he couldn’t completely reclaim his old life. As far as the U.S Military was concerned, he was still MIA presumed dead. They wouldn’t exactly be thrilled to hear he had been living a quiet light keeping life in a small coastal town not too far from his supposed disappearance. He didn’t figure they would accept the “I’m a magical creature who needs a magic seal skin to stay alive” defense.

Still, Marcus couldn’t help but miss his old life. He was very well respected and decorated, working his way up the chain of command to an officer’s position. Had he not abandoned ship, he was on his way to promotions that would see him set for life. He also missed his parents dearly. He knew that they knew he hadn’t actually drowned and was okay, but not being able to speak with them for fear of the military tracking him down broke him a little bit more with each passing day. He had always been close with his parents and used to talk to them daily. 

Then there was the love of his life. William. They had met each other on the ship he was stationed at and had been carrying on a relationship in secret for the past 6 months. At first, it was all about sex, just as most relationships on board were. But over time, it had blossomed into something much more. He had hoped that they would be able to start a quiet life together once William’s tour was up and they were no longer serving on the same ship. While the military had gotten better and more tolerant over time, it was still very dangerous to be completely out on board the ship. Some of those men would absolutely still kill a fellow soldier just for being gay. 

A few days went by without a trace, and Marcus was beginning to lose hope. Maybe the thief had run away to a different town with his pelt after all. Maybe he had been wasting precious time in this town when for all he knew his pelt could be all the way up in Nova Scotia or even Greenland by now. The insomnia returned, the irritability, fear, and hopelessness came soon after. Marcus didn’t want to die. Even more so, he didn’t want to lose himself before dying. 

At last the dawn broke after another restless night, and Marcus groggily got up to check his cameras, as was his ritual for the past week or so. There had to be something, they had to have slipped up some time. Marcus saw the usual marine life splashing along happily in the early morning sun. How he wished he could be as carefree as they were again. He had his own memories of doing just as they were doing right now, without a concern of danger or death plaguing his mind. 

Suddenly, something caught his eye. Something fast, and something big. Not a whale, or even a shark for that matter. Something human shaped, but more rounded and without definitive legs. Holy shit, he couldn’t help but think to himself. This was exactly what he was waiting for. He made note of where this person was at, and where they were last seen on the camera. He made a beeline for that exact spot in the water, summoning as much strength as he could just to run and dive into the water. 

He couldn’t believe it. The scent was still there. The pelt. His pelt. It was faint, but still left him with a very clear path. Oddly enough, it didn’t lead anywhere in town. Well, he thought to himself, that would explain why I hadn’t caught the scent before. Instead, the scent went even further into the ocean. Whoever had his pelt, they made it a point to stay relatively off the grid. A smart move, all things considered. 

His legs were beginning to feel heavy and he once again cursed his misfortune. In his prime he would be cutting through these waters with no difficulty at all. Now, however, each stroke and kick was a fight for his life. But still, he pressed on. His military training gave him the endurance and discipline to persevere even when all of his limbs felt as if they were on fire and ready to fall off of his body. This was about survival. Finally, he made landfall at a small island and pitifully crawled his way onto the shoreline. He was exhausted, panting for air, and felt as if every bone in his body was made of lead. 

He attempted to stand but collapsed back down, laying on his back and looking up at the morning sun. The sky above him began to spin and his vision began to go white before he heard a familiar voice. “Really now, Marcus, I’m disappointed. It took you this long and you couldn’t even give me a call or text in that time?”

He could recognize that voice anywhere, but he wished he hadn’t been hearing it here of all places. He thought it was a tad bittersweet that he was hearing his voice now in his time of distress, but knew all too well what him being here meant. The last phrase he could manage to utter before completely losing consciousness was just one word. “William”.

[sanemistar]

hii (ᵔᵕᵔ)◜

i see that your reqs are open again! if you can, can you do a fic where geto has been hiding his feelings yn for a while and he while hes alone w her, he cant hold it in anymore

smth like one day all of the friends r busy ( gojo, nanami, & shoko ) and only geto and yn r free at the moment and geto comes over to her shared apartment with that yn and shoko share nd he finds her doing skin care and self care things so he joins in, and when hes alone w her his butterflies in his stomach are going crazy and so is his heart, and as shes applying his face mask, close face to face, hes gazing at her in the eyes and he cant seem to hold back his feelings anymore, so he pushes her back, holding her arms, ears red and just admits everything.

hope this isnt too much !♡︎

can’t hold back — suguru geto

୨୧ pairing: suguru x fem!reader

୨୧ genre: fluff

୨୧ wc: 0.8k+

୨୧ warning: suguru may be a bit ooc

୨୧ a/n: lovesick suguru is definitely something omg !! i hope you enjoy reading <3

it’s your day off after a long week of work, so you plan to hang out with your best friends because you haven’t seen them in a while due to your busy schedule. you text them in your group chat, but they all say they’re busy except for suguru, who happens to have some free time and is nearby. you ask him privately to come over and hang out with you at your shared apartment with shoko to keep you company while she’s out, to which he agrees.

you decide to do some skincare while you’re waiting for suguru to come over, so you put on your favorite mask and play some soft music. a little while later you hear a loud ring coming from your front door, signaling suguru’s arrival. you quickly get there and open the door and happily greet him as you invite him to come in.

“enjoying yourself, huh? let me join you.” suguru asks, which of course, you gladly agree to. you guide him through the apartment until you reach your room, and the moment the door opens he’s instantly greeted with your scent that feels like a warm hug on a cold night. you sit on the edge of your soft bed and pat on the empty space next to you, waiting for suguru to join you. he’s hesitant to step any closer, wondering how can you be so defenseless around him this easily? but then decides to join in anyways.

the moment he realizes he’s completely alone with you, in your room at that, butterflies begin to form inside his stomach and his heart starts racing. but he keeps his composure and remains calm, though he’s not entirely sure how much longer can he hold himself back.

“i’m gonna apply this mask for you, it’s really good! it’ll make your skin look glowy and healthy.” you enthusiastically inform suguru. he’s not really into skincare or anything of that sort, he couldn’t care less about what this mask does. he just loves it when your eyes light up and you beam brightly whenever you talk about something you enjoy, he can never get tired of it.

you lean in to apply the mask for him, and your eyes are instantly locked in a long gaze. your faces are so dangerously close that your hot breath is fanning all over his face and your lips are only inches away from a kiss, causing his skin to slightly tingle in both excitement and nervousness. this new sensation sets his heart on fire, and it’s becoming so overwhelming. he doesn’t think his heart can handle it anymore, like it’s about to burst out of his chest. he can’t help but wonder if you’re also feeling the same way, or is it just him?

you’re done applying it, yet your eyes never dare to look away, as if you’re caught in a trance. you both stay like that for who knows how long before suguru pushes you back, his hands tightly holding your arms. he’s reached his limit, he can’t hold back any longer.

“y/n… are you deliberately tempting me or what? looking at me with those eyes with your face so dangerously close. i’m losing my mind here.” you? tempting him? what is even talking about? you’re completely oblivious to what’s going on, and suguru quickly catches onto that. of course you just have to be oblivious, which adds more to his suffering.

he lets a big sigh escape his lips, and he lets go of you. but his gaze is still onto you, you notice that his ears are turning bright red.

“i just can’t hold back anymore, i don’t think we can be friends anymore. i’m in love with you, i’ve been feeling this way for a long time now.” suguru’s sudden confession takes you by surprise, not only because you’re trying to process the fact that THE suguru geto has just confessed that he likes you, but also because you can’t believe that your crush on him has been mutual all along. you begin to connect the dots and now everything makes sense. how he used to push other guys away from you, how overprotective he is of you, how sulky he feels when you hang out with satoru and kento without him.

you start giggling all of a sudden, and it slightly startles suguru. but before he gets a chance to say anything, you pull him in a hug. arms wrapped around his neck as your fingers play with the jet black locks of his hair. it doesn’t take him long before he wraps his arms firmly around your waist.

“i love you too, suguru.” you whisper softly against his ear, sending shivers all over his spine. the moment he’s been dreaming of is no longer just a dream, but a beautiful reality. suguru pulls away from the hug and lets his hand find a home on your soft cheeks as he leans in for a deep kiss. you smile against his lips as you kiss him back, letting yourself melt in the sweet sensation.

[storytimewithnova]

Mute emotions

Emotionless Sho has muted his emotions he was also born with a frozen heart so he lost the some of his emotions with that so he thought by turning cold and emotionless and mute to the point he can't express emotions and feelings anymore anymore hs would can't get hurt or heartbroken 💔 But what was the cause not just of him going emotionless but also mute well Besides his traumatic past

Well lets go back to his first love true his first love didn't cheat or anything no no no it was much worse

Flashback 1 (true love dies)

In the hospital where the boy now lays cold and still not a sign of life in his eyes sho grabbed his had for the last time and started to speak

Sho: it was the first time... that i saw you

He said with a bitter smile

Sho:I had never seen anything or anyone so perfect 💞

Sho was holding back tears

Sho: i remember thinking that day when our parents introduced us to each other i had to have you or would die

Oikawa wrapped an arm round his brother sho continued

Sho: that was when you whispered you love me And i felt at peace knowing you felt the same way

Sho remembered the first argument they had it wasn’t anything serious but it still hurt

Ennoshita: i hate you....I hate you so much

Sho: No No you don't

Ennoshita: But i damn well should i should hate you

Sho: I did everything to make you happy Chikara You want to know what i am scared of I'm scared of everything I'm scared to move I'm scared to beathe I'm scared to touch you

Ennoshita: ..... Sho I ......

Out of his memories and back in reality

Sho: you made me love you you made me let you in and then you freaking Die in my arms sorry if i am being selfish but i can't lose you i won't survive and that is your fault Chikara

After that day is when he closed his heart he became cold well colder because remember i was born with a frozen heart that was the start of him becoming emotionless

Then another boy came along he let Him in This boy played with his emotions and heart he turned violent towards hinata and when i was able to get away when he was able to get free he turned not only completely mute and not selective biut also emotionless

Flashback 2

THERE WAS A SCREAMING MATCH BETWEEN SHO AND HIS THEN BF AS HE WAS TRYING TO GET HIS POINT ACROSS THAT HE IS HURT THAT HE (THEN NOW EX)HURT SHO BUT HE LOOKED LIKE HE COULDN'T GIVE A F**K

Sho: YOU LEFT ME WITH NO EXPLANATION NOT EVEN A NOTE NOTHING I LOVED YOU GOD KMOWS WHY BUT I STILL LOVE YOU

Terushima: THAT'S THE PROBLEM SHOYO WE DON'T WORK WE CAN'T WORK

Sho: I know but i was willing to try where you are willing to give up with out a second thought

With that terushima left the house without a word or looking back at Shoyo

Again again people make promises to help sho then they give up quickly

Sho felt a deep sense of betrayal and abandonment after his first love's tragic end. It was a pain that he couldn't bear, and it made him question whether love was worth the heartbreak. However, he dared to open his heart once again, only to have it shattered by another person who played with his emotions and turned violent towards someone he cared about.

In that moment of confrontation, Sho realized that he had been giving his all to someone who wasn't willing to fight for their relationship. The hurt and the emptiness he felt were overwhelming, and he made a decision to protect himself from further pain. He chose to shut off his emotions and become mute, believing that by doing so, he wouldn't be vulnerable to heartbreak anymore.

But it's important to remember that Sho's journey doesn't end there. Life has a way of surprising us, and sometimes it takes just the right person or experience to break through the walls we've built. While it may seem like people keep making promises and giving up on him, there is always hope for a brighter future.

Perhaps, one day, someone will come into Sho's life who will show him that love can be gentle, kind, and worth the risk. Someone who will help him heal and teach him that it's okay to express his emotions again. Until then, Sho continues to navigate the world with his frozen heart, hoping for a chance at finding true happiness and love once more.

Remember, Sho's story is not over yet. There is always room for growth, healing, and new beginnings.

[zachspring]

The Lot

The night began as it often did

Snacks in his lunch box, close the lid

Then make his way to the parking lot

That’s all there was, just him and the Lot

No buildings yet or painted stripes

No curbs, construction, stacked up pipes

Just one rectangle fence around

And miles from the nearest town

Guard the Lot, that’s all it was

The job’s important just because

The night was dark and cold and bare

The empty Lot embraced his stare

Not much to do except the same

Walk laps around its giant frame

Though little did he know it then

While strolling, shuffling round the bend

The night tonight would not be still

And bode to try his fragile will

The April sky was speckled bright

With constellations, storied night

But then he heard what had to be

Some voices in proximity

Whisp'ring, scratchy, creature-like

Abruptly stopped his boring hike

He turned himself about to find

The same old Lot, no news to mind

“Weird,” he thought while turning back

But then the whispers loud attacked

And gripped his back with chills and fear

While seemingly inside his ear

He jolted round expecting there

To be someone, some thing, but where

Still nothing, empty, vast of night

He then spun round first left then right

His pounding heart beat through his chest

He tried to act, but not his best

To show his toughness outward at

The whispery mystery at his back

Yet lone again him finding still

He could not shake his stomach ill

Suspicion crept inside his thoughts

But sense within him hard was caught

The contemplation wore him dead

He chose to carry on instead

One hour passed with nothing strange

No questions, thoughts to rearrange

No sounds or voices to be heard

Back to normal, nothing absurd

A lap complete, now to the gate

Pulled out his phone and saw how late

The night had changed while on the Lot

Six hours passed read on his clock

"How on Earth," he said and stared

His face becoming quickly scared

"Where did I lose six hours, how?

It takes just one to walk around"

He turned his phone off rapidly

And looked around unhappily

He waited nervous cautious long

For his phone to chime itself back on

When it did, his hope did end

As still the time read 4 a.m.

"Impossible!" exclaiming now

He could not figure out the how

What happening there that was to him

Reached far beyond his wit and whim

As if the night could not progress

Past all that now had him arrest

When suddenly the whispers came

And horribly announced the same

That scratchy, creepy, raspy noise

He raised his head with failing poise

Eyes enlarged and heart in churn

Tight'ning skin and muscle burn

He looked out over all the Lot

Was he the one these whispers sought?

He wondered brief but soon chose right

And made the call to end the night

His phone retrieved, now dialing out

With hope to end this terror bout

But then with sudden horror, fright

He looked and saw within the night

A shadow standing in the Lot

No light above the very spot

He wondered at how this could be

There was no light to cast what’s seen

No moon or street lamp overhead

All time and space behaved as dead

He stared with feet locked in cement

His tongue and throat were stiff and bent

A voice then came out from his phone

“9-1-1, are you alone?”

“Yes,” he said, confused at that

How very strange the voice would ask

“Why do you need to know that I

Am lone out here,” was his reply

“Because”, they said with speech that changed

From helpful down to scratchy strain

Now screeching, wretched, manic tone

The voice yelled “YOU WILL DIE ALONE!”

The sound then slammed him deaf and gripped

With fear that inside tore and ripped

His heart apart, his breath compressed

He dropped his phone, the voice regressed

Then quickly reaching down to snatch

His phone, he looked back up to catch

The shadow now much closer had

Arrived within his reach to grab

7 feet or more it stood

Tow ‘ring over head and hood

With eyes that throbbed bright red and gleamed

And blackest pupils ever seen

A jagged mouth and awful sneer

With glowing teeth and evil sheer

The monster reached its witch-like hand

And clasped the throat of the stunned, poor man

Then with its other hand it traced

The contour of his trembling face

Now at his head the monster stayed

And soon a rigid jolt was made

The monster’s palm pressed to his head

And suddenly the whispers said

“Release this shell and make it mine

Beyond the reach and grasp of time.”

Then with that came a horrid sound

A thousand angry groans abound

And swirling shadows, twisting came

Upon the man, his soul to claim

But then a sudden, growing light

His heart and head arose to a bright

Illuminating, glowing state

And slowed the overwhelming hate

Then flashed a sudden burst of white

A blast of strong, fluorescent light

Exploded, savage, fierce attack

And sent the monster flying back

Halfway around the world was felt

The force of what the man had dealt

Though in surprise he may have been

There was no doubt within him then

But not the whole earth could discern

What was the tremor they had heard

Except two children of the east

That woke and knew the very least

The girl just eight rose up from bed

And to her brother’s door she tread

He opened, finding her en route

And said, “I know, I felt it too”

Back in the Lot, the man arose

Unsteady back and forth he dozed

He felt the drain of strength inside

His tired heart and rented mind

He stumbled over to the gate

And fumbled for his keys, too late

As whispers now returning round

He fell so helpless to the ground

Now breathing, wiped of energy

He got onto his hands and knees

And felt the presence once he had

The monster’s tall and evil drab

The end he felt was near almost

As now, for sure, no strength to boast

He closed his eyes submitting to

The dark behind him creeping through

But then a brightness soon appeared

Growing, building, rending fear

And flashed away his sinking doom

His eyes now open sensing room

Instead of crowded blackness there

He felt a freedom in the air

Looking up he horror saw

The monster's horrid head and jaw

Its face, a menace, worried, why?

The man then looked o'er to his right

And standing not too far away

A boy and girl like statues stayed

Holding hands with nervous eyes

In pajamas, what surprise

The monster looked with great concern

The whispers growled, "Not them! The Burn!"

"The Burn!" The monster said with hate

Then left the man nearby the gate

And walking toward the frightened pair

It stepped with haste and groaned with dare

The brother now looked at the man

With eyes as if to say, "now, stand!"

Then looking at the monster said,

"Get ready, Zyla. Do not dread."

His sister's eyes then grew in light

Ascending, glowing, beams of sight

The monster charging now closed in

Yelling, raging, billowing

Then lurching forward, arms out sent

It lunged with gruesome, harm intent

But suddenly small Zyla snatched

The monster by its wrists and latched

Her brutal grip that crippled, rocked

And slammed it to a pounding stop

Then sent zig-zagging up its arms

The brightest, whitest light that harmed

And carved and etched across its chest

Arresting pressing pain duress

The brother then with hands like prayer

Soon spread them part with gleaming flare

And formed of light a sword between

His palms fluorescing lightning screamed

The monster knelt in dying strain

Still Zyla holding tight and trained

Her brother then with savage might

Sliced off the head of the monstrous knight

And swinging back pierced through its heart

His sister then blew it apart

And lit the Lot up brilliantly

Revealing utmost thrillingly

The dozen monsters standing there

Which had been hiding everywhere

It now made sense what he had heard

The many voices' whisp'ring words

Not just one monster crept the Lot

But many in so many spots

The man stood up with shock and fright

And looked upon the hellish sight

Then children at his side appeared

At once to help his mind be cleared

"We have to free you from this realm,"

The boy explained taking the helm

And steering that poor man to right

"They've come for you this very night."

"But why for me," the man implored.

"You have a light that's unexplored.

A light like none I could have dreamed

A light like ours but not what seemed

To be the greatest, strongest flame

That's why so many Reapers came

Now come we must depart with haste

Or death will be our tongues' last taste

Hold our hands and don't let go

My sister will cause us to glow."

The man then stepped to their demands

And Zyla touched, lit up their hands

Then brightness over all the three

Consumed their bodies head to feet

Just as the monsters inward rushed

With hopes the trio would be crushed

But in the nick of time and space

The heroes flashed without a trace

Then when the blindness went away

The man found dawn had brought the day

The usual sight he'd see at close

Of a normal shift, he did suppose

He looked and found his little friends

Who saved him from an awful end

"I feel so lost in all of this

Monsters, whispers, two young kids

What lights are there of what you speak?

Why did I fall so frail and weak?"

The boy addressed his questions thus

"It's all because you're one of us

This is Zyla and I'm Samar

We felt your light from very far

We used our light to travel here

As done we have for several years."

"Several years?" The man surprised

"Since I was ten and she was five

Our journey has indeed been one

Of many battles lost and won

The only two we thought we were

Until we felt your light so sure

Now hope we have, and lone we're not

For in this empty, barren Lot

We found you."

The End

[skybluelegend]

Chapter One: Madness

Defective Jack: Desperate to get rid of his curse because he didn't want to hurt his friends, Jack asks Damian for help who, seeing his cousin's despair, decides to help, He takes a grimoire from his father and uses a spell that would theoretically help Jack get rid of the curse, but that's not what happened, Instead of taking away his immortality and bad luck, he ended up messing up the regeneration effect thus making Jack unable to regenerate properly, The effects of this soon appeared, his body could not heal two wounds at the same time, and his bad luck always left him badly hurt, the pain he had already become used to returned to being painful again, With constant bleeding and injuries, Jack was made of a rag doll, being patched with Fabrics, lines and even pieces of clothes, all to soften the damage, His mind didn't take long to collapse, the pain was unbearable, all he wants is to die but to no avail, every day begging for death with his sanity completely broken, Every day being patched up and healed, leaving a trail of blood wherever he goes, all because of a faulty spell.

Cloudy Spam: Sometimes all it takes is one bad day for a good man to go bad, And with Spam it's no different, after seeing Jack one of his best friends go insane in front of him and he couldn't do anything, it made him feel very guilty and sad, And it only got worse when he found out that Jack only did it because he wanted to protect them, Since Jack wasn't sane enough to comfort Spam that it wasn't his fault, it only made his condition worse and This sadness grew to the point of becoming a deep depression, and over time it began to lose its color, they became sad and depressed, After that, he didn't see things in a happy way, for him now live is a curse, but he doesn't have the courage to kill himself so he stays close to Jack hoping for his bad luck to kill him in someone way, He and Jack even in this state, the two were still very close, as they both despised life at all costs, He doesn't care about the lives of others or his own, sometimes he was so sad that it was possible to see a gray cloud over his head, His friends even trying to cheer him up saying it wasn't his fault, nothing worked, he wanted Jack to cheer him up, he wanted Jack to say it's okay and it's not his fault but it never happened, For Spam, now every day was cloudy.

Lil Ragdoll Vanexa: after Jack's outbreaks after Damian screwed up his regeneration, Vanexa was incredibly shaken by this even though she was generally cold and apathetic, and after Jack's mental breakdown affected Spam, she decided to help out as much as possible, The most efficient way to leave Jack in one piece and with less pain was to sew him up, So she read some magic books she found and found a mending spell, the spell worked well, the seams were strong and resilient and Jack's pain seemed to have eased, But she didn't know that this spell had a very dangerous side effect, it was an addictive spell, And with time she herself began to like sewing Jack's skin, little by little the addiction grew, It got to the point where she started hurting herself and stitching herself up just to satisfy herself, she started sewing Jack up with fabrics and her own skin ripped from her accidents, The others tried to get her to stop using that spell but she wouldn't listen, After weeks her body had several pieces of cloth sewn into her skin, She had constant bleeding from her insane surgeries, He started making dolls of his friends to satisfy himself and when he ran out of material she used the skin of forest animals, The pain caused by her own injuries started to drive her crazy but her addiction was stronger and she didn't stop, Her biggest lapse of insanity was replacing her own eye for a button and when she did that she saw herself as a rag doll and when that happened, a goal popped into her mind... To be perfect... The perfect ragdoll...

[savior-of-humanity]

hauntsect​:

“Oh, you’re worried as to the contents here? You should not be!” Cheerfully, the man speaks, twirling the syringe only slightly. Though seeing him act so apprehensive towards the tool did make him feel a slight tinge of delight, a smile kept pristine.

“This liquid here is good for you, rest assured. You needn’t know the intricacies of it.” Another virus? A vaccine? Both? Something else entirely? He’d keep his mouth shut as to the details, for now. “After all, it’d be a waste to lose such a fine specimen. Do you not know just how valuable you truly are… alive?”

The Monarch pauses, keeping careful fingers over the other’s neck. He appreciated the restraints on him, knowing himself lucky not to have to wrestle with a man that had weathered much and more than he could ever begin to imagine. The needle approaches, slowly penetrating the man’s skin. It sunk carefully, in a straight diagonal line.

“Now, take a deep breath for me, will you? That way, it will not hurt.” Or rather, it’d hurt less… Second by careful second, he pushes on the top of the syringe, allowing for the liquid to slowly seep into the body. His eyes pay close attention to the reactions of Leon, hoping not to go completely overboard. After all, though called a liquid that would potentially help him, every other test subject had low tolerance for even small dosages of it. Despite that, he trusted Leon to be better than the rest – he knew him to be, so he’d push his limits… for as long as he could.

Ah, yes. Because of course the man who was likely behind his kidnapping knew what was best for him. Leon clenched his jaw at the idea of him being considered valuable - let alone him being seen as nothing more than just a specimen. Not a human being, but some thing to be poked and prodded at and split open to study just what made him tick.

He gave a testing tug with one of his arms - no luck. The restraints that held him still didn’t budge even the slightest. His hands curled into tight fists, hissing slightly at the feeling of the needle piercing skin, of whatever was in the syringe being injected straight into some vein in his neck.

He wasn’t sure what was worse; the fact that he didn’t know what it was, or the fact that he could feel it in his blood as an icy cold sensation, creeping through his flesh like watercolor paint on an empty canvas.

Moments passed, and aside from the uncomfortable feeling of ice settling in his veins, nothing happened. Obviously, Leon didn’t know what the effects of the liquid he’d just been injected with was supposed to do, but he’d been expecting some  immediate result - why else would he be strapped down, aside from keeping him from attacking his captor?

“I don’t think your serum’s working as intended, doc.” Leon quipped sarcastically. Rather, he would have, because he was abruptly cut off mid-sentence by the sense of his entire nervous system starting to burn.

It wasn’t world-destroying agony, but it was not pleasant whatsoever. It felt as though someone had taken a bucket of liquid nitrogen and boiling magma and poured them simultaneously straight into his blood. Even with the restraints holding him down, the agent tensed up; eyes screwed shut, teeth bared, a low groan of pain escaping his clenched jaw as he tried to ride out the pain of fire and ice in his veins, of his muscles spasming, of his skin crawling like it was about to become alive and peel itself off of his own god damn body.