#i misspelled cocoon

[patokascribbles]

me when i see my instalock duelist teammate swap to Star-Lord after I pick Adam Warlock

[teafangirl]

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Bike Riding fun

Reader x Bucky Barnes (From Thunderbolts).

Summary - Your boyfriend, Bucky, picks you up from work on his motorcycle. He then takes you to a scenic overlook. He may let you pamper him, but now it's his turn to pamper you somewhat.

Warnings : really fluffy, chubby Bucky being adorable, mentions of past events. Spice, no ‘Y/N’ Tension, pet names, soft touching. Talk of an orgasm.

A./N: the context is the same as the context from the bubble fun fic. You can think of this as a sequel to that fic! Hope you enjoy and like how I write bucky! Let's say this story takes place before the motorcycle scenes in the trailer. Also, sorry for any misspellings, please ignore any errors and enjoy the fic! Pictures are from the web! The trailer pictures are screenshot from the trailer!

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Context

You and Bucky had been a couple since the events of the flag smashers. You had met him at a coffee shop where he was sitting, drinking a cup of hot coffee. Furthermore, you got to know him including his past as his therapist had told him to open up to someone special. For him, you had quickly worked your way into his heart and after the flash smashers were dealt with and Sam had taken up the mantle of Captain America leaving Bucky alone, well not, quite, he has you! You watched as Bucky started letting himself go and started fully relaxing. He let his beautiful hair grow out again, and he let you pamper him. He gained a little weight, but to you, he was still hot.

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It was early in the morning, like around six fifteen, you woke up, still tired, but you knew you know you have to get up. You roll over and see your boyfriend's face right beside you. He was still sleeping, peacefully. He rarely had nightmares when he was with you, to him, it was like you kept the nightmares of HYDRA at bay, you look at him, watching him you carefully tear your eyes from his face, you look down into the darkness of the blanket that's covering you both. It felt like a warm cocoon, you dipped your hand under the blanket and found his chest, you carefully touched him, dragging your hand along his bare chest. You drag your hand gently to the rim where his skin met his metal arm and traces it, making him smile in his sleep.

“Morning doll”

He muttered sheepishly.

“Sorry I woke you”

You say as you gently move you and to a spot around his neck, touching his hair. Bucky's eyes barely opened, he was still very tired as he watched you move closer and gently give him a kiss as you sat up.

“It's really early still, you should sleep, I will be back later, I have to go to work.”

Bucky nodded and went back to sleep, which made you smile. You kissed him again and finally got up. By that time it was around six twenty, you stumbled into the bathroom, closing the door behind you as you grabbed your tooth brush and brushed your teeth. Around six thirty, you finished in the bathroom and reopened the door to see Bucky still sleeping. You head to your closet, trying to be as quiet as possible as to not wake your boyfriend. Once you reached the closet, you pulled on some clothes then returned to the bathroom to finish getting ready. It was around six fifty when you were fully ready to leave the house. Bucky was still sound asleep, the bubble baths you had been enjoying together seemed to help him, along with your presence, obviously it was no secret you helped him most of all. You let him sleep and made your way to the kitchen and made yourself a smoothie. Afterwards, you headed out to your car and headed for work. You normally worked from seven to five in the afternoon, it wasn't your preferred schedule, but you made it work.

Around eight or nine-ish is when Bucky would normally wake up, you always told him he deserves a good night's sleep. Little did you know that while you were at work he had been planning something special for you and today was the day. Around one, when you normally had your lunch break, it came as a surprise to you when Bucky rode up to you on a motorcycle. You had been heading over to the nearby Starbucks and were shocked to see him ride up to you.

“Hay Doll! How has work been today?”

You look at him, his legs wrapped around the sides of the bike, one arm outstretched to you while the other held onto the handlebars, your cheeks blushing as you smile at just how good he looks on the bike.

“ Works alright, I didn't know you could ride a motorcycle.”

“I brushed up my skills, so you want to go for a ride?”

“I can't say no to you!”

You say excitedly, Bucky can see the big smile on your face as the thought of riding on a motorcycle with him. Your hearts beating a little faster as you watch him step down off the bike, you look him over as he walks close to you. You look at his squishy looking body, you could melt into his chest, your eyes gazed at his lips as they moved closer to yours, there was just something about him, he always looked so kissable. Those sweet looking lips soon met yours as his hands wrapped around your body just above your hips, the straps of your bag rested against his arm as he pulled you close to him. It was clear he needed you as much as you needed him, needed him to take all the stress, and pull it out of you. You seem to have forgotten you were supposed to be on a lunch break, but at that moment, returning to work seemed like a foreign task to your mind.

“Doll?”

Bucky's soft voice pulls you back from the trance of pleasure. He's looking right into your eyes still holding you at the waist right above your hips, you can feel his warm metal arm august you informing you it had gone through a dishwasher cycle some time ago. You take a deep breath and remember you two are in public, and you can't melt right into his touch. You can't take off his shirt and feel his skin august your body, you take another deep breath as you open your mouth to speak.

“Yes bucky”

Your voice was soft as you reached your hand up to his cheek, and watched as he blushed and removed his metal hand from your hip to hold the hand that touched his cheek.

“You want me to help you get on the motorcycle, doll, or should I let you stare at me more?”

He gives you a cheeky smile, and you can't help but smile back, you didn't mind if he made you have an orgasm in your pants right there because you were pretty sure he was hard in his own pants. However, you really didn't know if you would even know if you had had an orgasm or not. You pull hair behind your ear as you answer him.

“Yes, let's go, when we get back home later can we cuddle?”

You ask as you smile and flatter your eyes a little, and he gives you another cheeky smile as he replies.

“Deal doll, whatever you want!”

You smile and turn towards the motorcycle, and soon you are on the back and Buckys in front, you have your arms tightly around his waist, his body is warm, you rest your head on his back. He looks back at you, and asks if you're ready to go, you're able to mumble a yes. Just like that, he started the motorcycle. Then wind blowing in your hair sending it wiping all around. While his was gently wiping against your head that was still laying on his back. You can feel his muscles tense as he drives the bike down the freeway.

“Faster please”

Bucky's super soldier hearing allows him to hear your soft request, and he cranks up the speed. The last time Bucky rode a motorcycle was once when he and Sam were fighting the flag smashers before that, he had hijacked one while running from black panther when Helmet Zemo framed him for murder in order to take revenge on the avengers. Before that, he had ridden a few times when he was the Winter Soldier. He knew many tricks, he doesn't do them a lot now because he hadn't ridden in a while, and he wasn't in the same physical condition as he was when he was WS. You respect that you're just enjoying the speed and just the moment, just the feeling of speeding down a road with your boyfriend, as you ride you look at the city pass by as you wonder where he's taking you.

“Are we going somewhere in particular?”

Bucky smiles back at you, making you blush.

“Don't worry, we are almost there!”

Your breath hitches in excitement at the thought of this surprise destination. You were really curious. Bucky had told you many things about what he had done when he was WS, sometimes you remember the first time he told you that he used to ride, you had asked if he still had the cycle he told you he didn't so you assumed the cycle you and him were on now was rented. It was sound four forty, time had flown by so fast you knew you would get a phone call later for skipping out on the rest of your shift at work, but to you that didn't matter at all right now.

“We are here, doll!”

As the motorcycle comes to a stop, a gasp rips up your throat. Bucky gets off the motorcycle and helps you off, you melt into his arms and even after he sets you on the ground you continue holding onto him. As you're stunned by the view, Bucky smiles and moves a piece of hair out of our face as he looks into your eyes.

“Bucky, the view is gorgeous!” .

“Not as gorgeous as you doll!”

His comment makes you blush bright red, you kiss him, passionately he wraps his arms around you as you slip your arms under his shirt making him twitch a little at the feeling of your arms suddenly wrapped around under his shirt around his back pulling him close to you. You brush hair out of his face once you stop kissing. After a little while you two are sitting together, arms intertwined and watching the sun lower and watch as the moon rises.

“Doll?”

You look at him, his arm around your shoulder and your arm around his waist and resting on the shoulder of his metal arm. The metal feels somewhat cold, but it feels nice against your hand. You smile at Bucky as you look into his eyes.

“Yes?”

You run your fingers through his hair, combing his hair with your fingers, he smiled as you did this. You smiled back and placed a kiss on his soft cheek and watched as it turned a little pink.

‘Meeting you was when my life became so much better! Sometimes I wonder, do I even deserve you?”

You cup Bucky's face as you look right into his blue eyes, you rub his cheek with your thumb as you kiss him before replying.

“You deserve me more than you think you do, you deserve so much more than you think you do, you deserve me and I won't ever leave you, you're stuck with me, forever!”

Bucky smiles, and passionately kisses you back, sometimes it helps to remind him just how much he deserves, more so when he sometimes feels like people blame him for what the Winter Soldier did, to you the government can go to hell if they try to blame him for it, to you the man in front of you, the one your passionately kissing is yours and is not at fault for what HYDRA made him do he didn't have a choice. Now that he does, he choses you, the one who's stayed when Steve left and now Sam is busy being Captain America. You never left his side, and you make it clear you won't no matter what!

“I love you James Buchanan “Bucky” Barnes!”

“I love you too, dollface!”

—--The End ☕️😌

[ghostlyglimmer]

The Phantom's Bane

Chapter 1-3

Summary:

Danny Fenton’s camping trip turns nightmarish when he interrupts a cult’s ritual and becomes host to a lupine specter. Awaking amidst carnage and transformed with new, terrifying abilities, Danny must hide his changes from family and friends while battling the monster within. TLDR: Danny Phantom Werewolf AU

Notes:

Please be gentle this is the first time writing fanfiction since 2011. So I am very, very, very rusty. I also have horrible brain with words and numbers, so if I skip some words or there's misspellings that's why. I promise I can spell and can write adequately ;A; Also no beta reader so whomp whomp I can't find any angsty werewolf Danny fics so I figured I'd make my own. I hope you all enjoy! I'll also be including art that I'm sketching of this story later on :D

Chapter 1

Chapter Text

Danny couldn’t believe his parents let him borrow Jazz’s car for this short camping trip. Who was he kidding, yes he can. After his parents surprisingly got the Ghost Portal working, they would only leave the lab for food and or the occasional bathroom breaks. Asking them anything while in the middle of a task will usually result in mumbled yeses. You bet that Danny and Jazz take every advantage they can to use it. 

Danny definitely needed a break. Being out here in nature should help reset himself for the start of the new school year.

Gripping the straps of his hiking bag, he sets off on the hiking trail. The scenery is absolutely gorgeous. Finding himself noticing even the smallest of fauna and flora. He peers down to see ants that are scrambling on a log carrying a large spider that was curled into a death pose.

‘Ants are crazy.’ he thinks to himself. ‘Wild that they can carry that despite how small they are.’ He lets out a small small and continues on the route while pulling out his map. He gets his bearings and treks towards the end of the trail. He gazes across the lake as he finally heads down towards the end of the hike. Seeing the sunset going lower and lower into the lake he decides that this should be a great place to set his tent up for the night. With a few pinched fingers and some mild cursing, he stands back with his hands on his hips looking upon the finished tent. He grins to himself in achievement at finally getting the dumb thing to stay together. 

He then unfurls his sleeping bag and throws it onto the floor of the tent and gingerly steps inside and zips up the entrance. He snuggles into a cocoon and sighs contentedly. This was a really refreshing day trip. He needed this. Solitude, Nature, and a place where he can think in peace. He slowly drifts off into a deep slumber. 

Danny awakens to the feeling of urgency. Duty calls. He emerges from his sleeping bag and finds a nice secluded area to water the bushes. While emptying his tank he looks to his left to see a warm light of a campfire and a group of people talking. 

Danny zips up and heads towards the commotion. The closer he gets the more he has the sinking feeling he should be crouching and hiding behind a bush. He listens to his gut and does exactly that. Peering through the leaves Danny sees a scene that would belong in a campy horror movie. Six robed figures around a large circular rune that looks like it was made with red paint. The color in Danny’s face leaves when he sees in the middle of the circle a beheaded goat. Now he knows where the red paint came from. 

Soon the group starts chanting: 

Spirits of the wild, hear our plea,Grant us strength and unity.By the moon and ancient trees,Bestow upon us nature's keys.

Wolves of shadow, guide our path,Through the forest, let us pass.With this chant, our bond is sealed,Boon of the wild, be revealed.

Danny gasps as the rune on the ground lights up an ectoplasmic green and within the circle a lupine figure bounds up from the ground howling. Danny screams and jumps back at the sight. All of the cultists whip around at the scream to see Danny standing there behind the bushes. The wolf standing in the circle looks about the group sizing everyone up. The cultists move forward towards Danny so that the wolf does not choose him for the ritual. The lupine specter’s eyes narrow and meets Danny’s Gaze her eyes a bright glowing yellow. 

Danny can hear a deep feminine voice echo in his mind. No doubt the specter

From shadows deep, I now emerge,With my blessing, feel the surge.Strength and wisdom I bestow,Nature's secrets you will know.

Walk with courage, tread with care,My boon upon you, everywhere.The wilds will guide your way,With this blessing, night and day.

The wolf bares her teeth and snarls bounding forward and entering Danny with a airborne jump. Danny falls to his knees, the wind knocked out of his chest. Danny feels so cold and starts to shake violently. The cultists stand around him eyes wide at what just happened. The she wolf was supposed to gift them the boon. Not this stupid teenager? They come closer to Danny yelling at him and surrounding him. Danny’s eyes open, startling the cultists. His eyes glowing a bright bestial yellow. Danny clutches his chest and screams in agonizing pain and before he knew it he blacked out. Listening to the cultist’s blood curdling screams in the background.

Danny gasped awake, blinking his eyes hazily. He groans as a massive migraine hits him like a truck. He sits up and rubs his face and takes a deep breath. He smells copper. Blood.

Danny opens his eyes to see the most gruesome scene he’d ever seen in his lifetime. The six cultists were torn to literal shred. Body parts strewn about, one guy lost his head. Literally. Danny starts to hyperventilate staring into one of the cultist's milky eyes. 

Danny looks down to see his hands. They were caked with blood and dirt. And he looks down further to see that he was not wearing any clothes. Danny blinked in confusion and horror. Wondering what the hell happened last night? He remembers going to pee and then he walked into a ritua-

“Oh my fucking god. Oh god. Oh god. Oh fuck.” Danny repeated over and over like a mantra. His stomach rising to his throat, nausea taking over. He wretched and wretched until it was just dry heaves. Wiping his eyes with his bloodied hands he looks down to the pile of his vomit and sees something. A pinky finger with a golden ring. 

Danny stares at it for a good 2 minutes and then he just starts laughing “Ha, ha ha hahahahahaha aaaaaaaaaah ahhahahh” Then his laughter turns into a raw sob. He can’t understand what is happening? Why did this happen? Why him? He just wanted to take a nice little day trip before school started again. Why? He tugs at his raven hair pulling it in force to see if the pain will wake him up from this nightmare. It did not work. 

Chapter 2

Summary:

After a breakdown, Danny Fenton cleans himself up and packs up camp. He heads home, avoiding his sister Jazz’s questions with a quick lie. Alone, he discovers unsettling changes: beastly yellow eyes and sharper canines. Despite Jazz's concern, Danny tries to maintain normalcy while grappling with his new reality.

Notes:

Once again I'm still new at this and have bad writing brain where my brain will skip words and spell things wrong even though I know how to spell them so be kind ;0; Phew, thank you for clicking! No beta reader so you get what you get~

Chapter Text

After Danny’s tear reservoir dries out. He sniffles and pulls himself up to his feet, stumbling like a newborn fawn. He looks over all of the corpses, taking in their faces and the carnage they faced. Danny searched through the cultists trying to find a robe that wasn't shredded into oblivion. He found one that wasn’t too bloodstained and then he gingerly removed it trying not to leave more fingerprints than he already had. He realized he doesn’t have shoes, and has no clue where they went so he checked each cultist’s foot to find a size that was somewhat similar to Danny’s.

With clothing successfully applied he ambles to the lakeside. Kneeling down towards the water's surface. He shoves his hands into the crystal clear lake cupping the frozen liquid to his face and scrubs until his face and hands burn. Once Danny got as much of the blood off as he could with the tools at his disposal, he took a deep sigh.

“Fuck, I have to go back to camp.” He mutters to himself. He gets up from the lake and ambles towards his homebase. He does not have the energy to take down the tent in slightest, but he doesn’t want to take any chances of anything being tied to him. So Danny slowly takes the tent down and packs it away. His head throbbing in his ears. He felt like utter shit. Finally he hefts the backpack on and trudges towards Jazz’s car.

 The trek was 20x harder this time around. Drunkenly trying to wade through the hiking trail. Thankfully at this time of the hour it was pretty slow in foot traffic so he managed to make it back without being seen. 

Logical Danny knows he should stay at the scene and wait for the police to come, but Emotional Danny’s brain shut off. The only thing in his head is just ‘Go home, go home, take a shower, sleep and wake up like this never happened.’

This is just a nightmare, it isn’t real, so what if he just went home?

Danny comes up to Jazz’s 2002 Toyota Camry and unlocks the door. He flops into the driver's seat looking up at the rearview mirror. He gasps seeing his eyes, a beastial glowing yellow instead of his normal icy blue. Danny blinks trying to will the eyes away. Praying that he just ate the wrong type of mushroom while practicing his foraging skills. He looked back and his eyes were normal again. He shakes his head and mumbles “What the fuck is going on.” He starts the car up and speeds home.

Danny surprisingly made it home without a speeding ticket. He parked the car and dashed up to the house bounding up the stairs. Jazz was in the dining room enjoying a grilled cheese. Before taking a bite she  glances Danny up and down with a furrowed brow opening her mouth to say something before he blurts out 

“Tucker wanted to do some LARPing, OK bye.” He then shoots upstairs with a slam of his bedroom door.

Jazz sat there shaking her head while taking another bite of the goopy sandwich. “Little Brothers” She mumbles rolling her eyes. 

Danny rips off the robe and throws it into his trash bin and quickly picks out some clean clothes and rushes into the bathroom, turns the water to the lowest temperature it can offer and sat on the floor of the shower staring at his hands while the chilled water caressed his new base line temperature of 101. Before he knows it he sobs. Clapping his hands to mouth to make sure Jazz couldn’t hear from downstairs. He sits there for what feels like eternity until a knock jolts him out of his dissociative stupor. 

“Danny? Are you good?” Jazz calls out behind the door.

“Ye-” His voice cracked. “Yes, sorry I’m almost done, give me a second.” Danny replies as he shut the water off. 

Jazz sighs and heads off towards her room to start gathering her supplies for her summer school tutoring session. She was always the brains of the family and Danny would be lying if he wasn’t jealous of the fact.

Danny pulls on some grey sweats and a comfy Doomed shirt that Tucker got him for his birthday 3 years ago. Next he grabs his toothbrush and squirts a small dollop of toothpaste. The taste of copper and bile still hung on his breath and he quickly shoved the toothbrush to his teeth. While doing so he lets out a yelp of surprise. Opening his mouth wide, he saw his bottom and top canines were sharper, more defined. He was in complete disbelief seeing what he was looking at. He pulled at his mouth to get a better angle of it. Jazz knocks once more asking

“Hey, are you almost done in there? I need to get ready for my tutoring session with Dash.”  

Danny spits out the toothpaste looking at all the blood that came out of his mouth. He grimaces and turns the water on watching the blood circling down. He grabs his deodorant and does a quick swipe and then pulls his shirt on and his pants and then opens the door. 

Jazz is standing there waiting. She looked at him and furrowed her brow.

“You look rough, are you feeling okay? Do you need some tums or an ibuprofen?” she asked quizzically 

Danny walks past her towards her rooms replying

 “No, thank you though. Good luck with Dash” And he makes a fake gagging noise after it.

Jazz chuckles at his quip and counters. “Okay, but if you do I’ll leave some on the counter in the bathroom for you.”

Danny yells thank you from the confines of his room.

Chapter 3: Chapter 3

Summary:

Danny retreats to his room, trying to sleep off his traumatic experience. He wakes from a nightmare of transforming painfully and notices enhanced senses, sharp canines, and intense meat cravings. The next morning, he wakes with claws, escalating his fear and confusion about his transformation.

Notes:

Thank you for getting this far ;w;

Chapter Text

He locked the door as soon as he entered and flopped onto the bed. Staring up at the glow in the dark stars that make out the shape of Orion's belt, the big and little dipper and ursa major and minor and more.

He charted them out and with the help of his dad they had made a beautiful map of the constellations. 

Sighing Danny covers his eyes with his arm squeezing his eyes trying to fight the horrible ringing headache. He feels like he got hit by a semi, then a train, and then another semi. He lays there letting the darkness of sleep wash over him. 

Danny wakes to a terror filled scream, his heartbeat thundering in his ears. He bolts upright to a stand. Wearily he rubs his sleepy eyes to try to jumpstart them into functioning. He looks around himself, trying to gather his bearings. Finally it registers that he’s in the middle of a wheat field. All he can see is just rolling hills of the grainy produce. He gazes upwards to see a blanket of stars litter the night sky. Charting the stars out in his head. He then careens to his right to see a  giant full moon beaming down on him. 

He shudders, feeling a jolt of electricity course through his entire body. He screams out in pain clutching his chest trying to catch his breath. He looks down to his hands to his nails bulging upward. Watching in horror, he watches his nail bed snap, claws erupting from them with oozing blood to follow. He starts to hyperventilate. “This isn’t real, this isn’t real, this isn’t real.” He chanted trying to gaslight himself into a state of denial. He hears a growl behind him and he whips around to see a large lupine specter staring at him within the fronds of billowing wheat. With that the entire scene cuts and he jolts up in bed panting in a sweat.

Danny looks down to his hands to find nothing out of the ordinary. He lets out a sigh of relief and looks over to his rocket ship alarm clock to see that his alarm was about to go off. He reaches to turn it when suddenly the alarm goes off.

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

He screams in surprise and covers his ears in pain. The alarm thundering against his ear drums. Jazz attempts to open the door, but Danny forgot that he locked it. He grits his teeth and removes one of his hands from his ear grimacing in pain. He quickly hits the off button and sighs with relief. 

“Danny? Are you okay? I heard you scream, can you please open the door or just let me know you’re okay?” Jazz asks behind the locked door. Danny stumbles out of bed and opens the door, a sliver, peeking his head out.

 “I’m good. The alarm scared me.” he said quicker than he intended it too. Jazz raises her eyebrow looking at him. 

“The alarm you’ve had since you were 5 startled you?” Danny rolls his eyes and then shuts the door. He sighs and gets started on getting his school stuff together for the start of the new school year. It starts tomorrow. He always dreads going back to school. The A-Listers fucking with him every chance they get, being the lowest of the popularity pole. At least he had Sam and Tucker. 

Oh god. Sam and Tucker. He sweats at the prospect of telling them what happened to him. Should he? No… They could get in real legal trouble if he roped them in on it. Harboring a fugitive, Wait, would he even be considered one? He didn’t kill them. He knows he didn’t, he couldn’t, wouldn’t! 

Danny shakes his head trying to shuffle the thoughts out of his brain. He signs and concentrates on getting his new year binders in order for each subject. Science is green, math is red, history is yellow, and English is blue. That’s the colors he always picked, every year. The rest of Danny’s day consisted of preparing for school, picking out his outfit for the new school year, and helping Jazz tidy up the house, and prepping dinner. His parents probably never noticed he actually went out on that hike. It’s always been like that. He resents ghosts so much. They took his parents from him. 

Danny’s eyes start watering while cutting up an onion. Jazz put him to work for dinner. They were doing baked steak. He was in charge of veggie prep and helping with the seasoning of the meat. While Jazz was working on the Gravy over the stove, trying to get it to start browning. Danny starts seasoning the beef flank. He never noticed how… delicious it smells. How much his mouth started to drool. He licked his lips and winced, he poked his tongue on his hand to see blood, he then gingerly moved his tongue on his canines and they were absolutely massive. They protruded farther than they ever have, and with a razer sharp tip to boot. He gasped stepping back and knocking into Jazz. Jazz yelped and was able to stop herself from falling face first into the boiling gravy. Jazz whips around and spats “What the hell Danny? Watch where you’re going! You almost gave me a gravy face mask!” Danny snickers at that comment and Jazz’s face flushes red. DANNY YOU’RE DISGUSTING GET OUT YOU’RE FIRED!” She yelled. Danny puts his hands up and chuckles while he bounds up the stairs towards his room. He stopped by the bathroom and decided to step in and check. He opened his mouth and gasped when he saw his teeth jutting out. The first thought that came to his head when he looked into the mirror

M O N S T E R

Danny covers his mouth and runs to his room. “It has to be temporary. This is NOT happening. Especially before the first day of school. Fuuuuck” He exclaims sliding down his bedroom door with a thump. Danny grabs his old diary he has had in middle school. He always hates pulling it out, the stuff he wrote in the past was so cringe. If his friends ever got their hands on it he’d never hear the end of it. 

Danny opens the journal to the first empty page. He jots down everything that has happened and a list of what has been happening to him and symptoms

-Teeth

-Craving Meat

-Night Terrors

-Smell & Hearing is enhanced?

He shuts the book and stretches. He looks at the clock to see 9:43 PM. He usually stays up a bit later than that but decided it might be a good idea to get a head start on a better sleeping schedule. Danny falls back onto his bed tracing out the glowing stars on his ceiling, his version of counting sheep. He slowly lulled into the darkness of sleep.

BEEP

BEEP

BEEP

Danny jolted out of bed and smashed the alarm clock. His eyes wide as he watched the rocket crumple under his fist. He pulled back his fist as quick as he had smashed it and stared at it. He saw his nails were…. Claws. CLAWS? 

“Nononoonnonononnononoon.” He echoed over and over. Jazz knocks on the outside of his door 

“Hey Danny! Do you want a ride to school?”

 “No thanks Jazz, I’m going to walk today.” he replies hastily.

 “Okay! Be safe little brother, love you!” She finally walks away heading to the garage. Danny looked back down to his fist and noticed that the claws are still there…. Fuck. Teeth and now claws? Can this get any worse?

[thenanbakacorner]

Hi , could you do Autistic S/O with Cell 13 or just Hijame and Samuo and the two other I keep misspelled and forgetting ( the dog one and peacock , forgive me (⁠╥⁠﹏⁠╥⁠) ) my friend got me into Nanbaka in July of this year and I love it so much , Nico and Hijame is my all time favorite since I enjoy anime and I just love his funny moments

Sure thing! And no worries! I decided on doing Cell 13 for this ^^

Because every autistic person is different behaviorally, I referenced the behaviors of a family member who has autism for this so I could write this more realistically; hope it worked out ;w; Examples used on this being; socially anxious, hyperfixations and behavioral problems

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🔓 Jyugo 🔓

Jyugo is a very compassionate and kind lover, who always makes sure that his S/O is comfortable and happy

He loves to just hold them close as they sit and cuddle, murmuring how much he loves them and how cute they are

He finds their hyperfixations on certain things to be rather cute, and intently listens any time they ramble about things they enjoy

If they ever get anxious in a crowd, he'll gently lead them away to somewhere more private so it can be just them or them and their close friends

He's very patient with them any time they have outbursts or get upset, holding them gently and whispering loving words to them

If anyone ever dares make fun of his S/O for their autism, he'll have no hesitation to chew them out and, if need be, crack them in the nose

🎲 Uno 🎲

Uno absolutely dotes on his S/O, spoiling them with gifts out of his work earnings and prizes from the arcade

Totally fuels their hyperfixations. They hyperfixate on games? He'll buy them any game they desire. What about figurines? Sure, here's five figurines each of which had cost hundreds!

Loves to squish their cheeks and kiss them on the nose while muttering nonsense about how adorable they are

Given his extroverted self, he tends to lean towards the crowds, but always makes time to be secluded with his S/O, who's quite the opposite

Any time his S/O starts to act out, he's very understanding and patient, and gives them space and time to calm down

Once they do he wraps them up in a warm blanket and gives them the softest loving kisses

🍩 Rock 🍩

Rock takes very good care of his S/O, always spending plenty of time with them and fulfilling their needs

Always makes sure Shiro cooks them their favorite foods and smuggles in snacks for them

Is amused by their hyperfixations and the way they ramble, and enjoys listening to them talk

If he notices his S/O getting overwhelmed in a crowd, he'll take their hand to reassure and comfort them that everything's okay, and will take them away for some privacy if need be

Outbursts are no problem for Rock-- he will stay right beside them, whispering comforting words and quietly shushing them until they calm down

This big tough man will do anything in his power to keep his darling safe and happy, no matter what

💊 Nico 💊

Nico and his S/O are quite the match-- having similar energy and activeness

Nico eagerly listens to any of his S/O's rambling and will ramble right along with them

Movie night is every night-- they can stay up for hours just watching anime and movies together cuddled up in a blanket cocoon

Politely excuses himself and his S/O anytime a crowd becomes too much for them to handle and they wander off to spend time together elsewhere

When his S/O is upset he'll gently put his hands on their shoulders and put his forehead to theirs, quietly whispering to them to soothe them

Nico is overall very playful and loving and just dotes on his S/O 24/7

[soolh1k]

Can you write skz helping reader get over their fear of the dark

Skz helping you overcome your fear of the dark

notes: english is not my first language so apologies for any misspelling or grammar. i hope u like it !! :))) this is just the hyung line

type: narrated text

genre: angst w fluff

WARNINGS: a little bit angsty but some fluff at the end, let me know if you'd like to be tagged !! :))

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.“❀.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.“❀.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.“❀.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.“❀

ׂׂૢ Bang Christopher

As the day drew to a close, the golden rays of the setting sun bathed the room in a warm, comforting glow. But as the last sliver of light disappeared beyond the horizon, the darkness descended, bringing with it a surge of unease. You felt the familiar grip of fear taking hold, and your heart began to race.

Your boyfriend, sensing your unease, gently reached out and took your hand in his. "Don't worry," he said with a reassuring smile. "I'm right here with you."

He led you to a cozy corner of the room, where he had prepared a little fort of blankets and cushions. He arranged the blankets in such a way that it created a small, safe space, shielding you both from the darkness that now enveloped the room.

He switched on a tiny string of fairy lights that adorned the interior of the fort, their soft glow casting a warm, comforting ambiance. Inside the makeshift sanctuary, you felt a sense of security, as if the darkness outside could no longer reach you.

He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. "Just take a deep breath," he whispered, his voice soothing like a gentle breeze. "Feel my presence here with you, and know that I'll always be here to protect you."

As you closed your eyes and focused on his steady heartbeat, the fear slowly began to dissipate. Your breathing steadied, and the darkness outside no longer seemed as daunting. With each passing moment, you felt more at ease, cocooned in the warmth and safety of your little fort.

He began to softly hum a soothing melody, his voice lulling you into a sense of calm. The darkness seemed to lose its grip, as you realized that you weren't alone in facing it. Your boyfriend's love and support enveloped you like a shield, and you felt empowered to confront your fear head-on.

Hours passed, and the night continued to blanket the world outside. Yet, inside the fort, you felt a newfound strength and courage. With your boyfriend by your side, the darkness no longer held power over you.

From that moment on, whenever the lights went out and darkness loomed, you knew that your boyfriend's love and unwavering presence would be your guiding light, helping you overcome any fear that dared to challenge your spirit.

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.“❀.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.“❀.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.“❀.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.“❀

ׂׂૢ Lee Minho

The rain poured relentlessly outside as the wind howled, the electricity flickered for a moment before plunging the room into complete darkness. Panic gripped your heart as your breath quickened, and your mind conjured up terrifying thoughts. You had always dreaded the darkness, and being alone during a storm only heightened the fear.

Suddenly, you felt a warm hand gently grasping yours. "I'm here," a soft voice whispered in the dark. It was your boyfriend, who had sensed your distress and rushed to your side. Minho carefully guided you to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Don't worry; I won't leave you," he reassured, his voice steady and reassuring. He then proceeded to light a few candles that he had prepared earlier, filling the room with a gentle, flickering glow. The sight of the soft light eased some of your anxiety.

He smiled warmly, sensing your lingering unease. "Let's face this fear together," he said, his voice filled with determination. Taking your hand, he led you on a slow and deliberate journey around the house. He pointed out familiar objects and described their positions so that you could visualize the surroundings even without sight.

With each step, your fear seemed to lessen, and the darkness felt less daunting. He continued to hold her hand, offering unwavering support and encouragement. Minho enveloped you in a gentle hug, allowing you to feel his calming presence.

As the storm roared outside, he softly hummed a soothing melody, drowning out the sound of the wind. You closed your eyes, focusing on his voice and the warmth of his embrace. Gradually, you realized that the darkness wasn't as terrifying as you had imagined. With him by your side, you felt safe, protected, and loved.

Time seemed to pass slowly, but eventually, the storm subsided, and the lights flickered back on. The once frightening darkness now felt like a distant memory. You looked up at yout boyfriend, gratitude and admiration shining in her eyes.

"Thank you," you whispered, your voice barely audible. "You helped me overcome my fear."

He smiled tenderly and brushed a strand of hair away from her face. "I'll always be here for you, no matter what you're afraid of," he replied softly. "Together, we can face anything."

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.“❀.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.“❀.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.“❀.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.“❀

ׂׂૢ Seo Changbin

It was a typical cozy evening at home. You were watching a movie on the couch, snuggled up together under a soft blanket, and the room was bathed in the warm glow of the TV. Suddenly, the power went out, plunging you into complete darkness. Panic set in as your heart started racing. You'd always been terrified of the dark, and being in pitch-blackness amplified your fear.

"Hey, it's alright," he said, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you closer. "I'm here with you, remember?"

"But I can't see anything," you stammered, trying to control your trembling voice.

"That's okay. Take a deep breath. Just focus on my voice," he reassured you in a gentle tone. "You're safe, and I won't let anything happen to you."

He guided you to stand up and led you carefully through the dark room, your hands interlocked. You could feel his steady presence, and it gave you a sense of security. You took slow and deliberate steps, avoiding any obstacles in your path.

"I'm going to turn on a flashlight," he said, rummaging through a nearby drawer.

As the dim light from the flashlight illuminated the room, your anxiety lessened, and you felt more at ease. You sat back down on the couch, still holding hands, when he put his arm around you.

"You know, darkness can be scary, but it's also a reminder of how much stronger we are together," he said, looking into your eyes. "You don't have to face your fears alone."

He was right. With him by your side, the darkness seemed less intimidating. You spent the rest of the power outage laughing and chatting, as the fear of darkness gradually faded away.

When the lights came back on, you realized that you had come a long way in overcoming your fear, thanks to his support and understanding. The experience brought you even closer together, and you knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, you would face them as a team.

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.“❀.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.“❀.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.“❀.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.“❀

ׂׂૢ Hwang Hyunjin

It was a moonlit night, and the stars winked at you from the sky as you lay in bed. But the darkness of the room seemed to swallow everything, making your heart race with fear. You'd always been scared of the dark, but tonight, your boyfriend was determined to help you conquer this silly fear.

"Hey, don't worry," he said with a gentle smile. "I've got a plan to make you feel better."

He reached over to the nightstand and switched on a small bedside lamp. The soft glow cast a warm light, easing some of the shadows in the room. You felt a bit more relaxed already.

"See? Not so bad, right?" he chuckled.

He then took out his phone and played some calming music, filling the room with a soothing melody. As the music played, he wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. You could feel his steady heartbeat, and it comforted you.

"Focus on my breathing," he whispered. "In and out, just like me. Slow and steady."

You matched your breath with his, finding a rhythm that helped you feel grounded.

He continued, "And if you ever feel scared, just squeeze my hand. I'll be right here."

With his hand in yours, you felt a sense of security that you hadn't known before. The darkness seemed less menacing, and you could feel yourself drifting into a peaceful state.

"You're doing great," he encouraged, his voice gentle and reassuring. "Remember, I'm here with you, and we can face anything together."

As the minutes passed, you realized that you were no longer afraid of the dark. His presence and comfort had melted away your fears like a candle in the sunlight. You nestled closer to him, feeling grateful for his understanding and support.

"Thank you," you whispered, feeling tears of relief in your eyes.

"No need to thank me," he replied softly. "That's what partners are for—to help each other through the tough stuff."

.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.“❀.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.“❀.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.“❀.⋅ ۵♡۵ ⋅.“❀

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[normal-girl-in-an-odd-world]

Mingot's words of wisdom

"Ya know, I'm starting to think we could walk right in front of these jabronis and they wouldn't even notice us." - Mingot to Abe about the sligs.

"Yo! Check it out, these bozos can't even spell 'human' right!" - Mingot upon seeing a wanted poster for her that has misspelled 'human' as "Hoo-Myn."

"What's it gonna do? Tickle me to death?" - Mingot during her first encounter with a parameter, seconds before it attacks her.

"Man, he must REALLY hate gabbiar..." - Mingot during the Vykker Labs auction when Abe starts having trouble controlling LuLu.

"I hope you pinheads know a good dentist, 'cause I'm gonna smash your TEETH into DUST!!!" - Mingot threatening a group of Glukkons.

"What? No! I'M normal, YOU guys are aliens! With your...fish faces and weird feathers growing out of your heads!" - Mingot in response to being called an alien by Alf

"Abe, you miserable little caterpillar! Don't 'cha wanna come out of that cocoon, spread your wings, and FLAP YOUR WAY TO VICTORY!!!" - Mingot trying to give Abe an inspirational speech

"And they say MY hair's ugly? That toupee is a crime against life itself!" - Mingot upon seeing Headly, the head vykker auctioneer

"Hey, Squidward!" - Mingot right before punching Professor Zorkin in the face and rescuing Abe

"That's rich coming from a guy who looks like he should be living in a tiki head at the bottom of a fish tank." - Mingot during her first face-to-face encounter with Professor Zorkin, when he called her hideous

"Ayooo! Free batteries!" - Mingot, upon breaking into a wealthy executive office in Nolybab

"Who uses live animals as weapons!?" - Mingot during her fight with The Stranger

"SHUT UP!!! You have no chin!" - Yelling at a mudokon

[pneumosia]

The soft hum of Fontaine’s evening rain pattered against the windowpane, a soothing melody to most, but to you, it felt hollow. Restless, you lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, your mind refusing to quiet. The clock on the nightstand ticked on, a cruel reminder of each passing minute without sleep.

"Still awake, mon cœur?" Lyney’s voice broke through the silence, gentle and familiar.

Turning your head, you found him leaning in the doorway, his silhouette illuminated by the faint glow of moonlight. His lavender eyes softened as he took in your weary expression. He stepped closer, his magician’s grace turning even the simplest movement into a performance of care.

"I didn’t mean to wake you," you murmured, your voice tinged with guilt.

"You didn’t," he assured, sitting on the edge of the bed. His hand reached for yours, his thumb tracing soothing circles on your skin. "Though I admit I might have stayed up longer than usual. Something told me you’d need me tonight."

You couldn’t help but smile faintly. Lyney’s intuition was almost as magical as his tricks. "It’s just… my mind won’t stop running."

His lips curved into a soft grin. "Then perhaps we need to distract it." With a flick of his wrist, he produced a deck of cards from seemingly nowhere. "Let me show you a trick. I promise, no pressure to solve it—just watch."

His fingers moved deftly, shuffling the cards with precision. "Pick a card," he said, fanning them out. You hesitated before selecting one, showing it to him. He studied it briefly before flipping it into the air. It vanished, and you blinked, confused, until he tapped your shoulder and revealed it tucked behind your ear.

"How do you do that?" you asked, a soft laugh escaping your lips.

"A magician never reveals his secrets," he teased, his smile warm. "But I can tell you this—it’s all about misdirection. If you focus too much on one thing, you miss the beauty of everything else happening around you."

His words held more weight than they appeared to at first glance. You tilted your head, his meaning dawning on you. "You think I’m overthinking again, don’t you?"

"Perhaps," Lyney replied, brushing a strand of hair from your face. "But that’s alright. Everyone has their moments. That’s why I’m here—to help guide your thoughts somewhere gentler."

He set the cards aside and lay down beside you, pulling you into his arms. His warmth was comforting, his scent—a mix of faint cologne and a trace of theater smoke—familiar and grounding.

"Close your eyes," he whispered, his voice low and calming. "Listen to the rain. Feel my heartbeat."

You obeyed, focusing on the steady rhythm beneath your cheek and the soft pitter-patter outside. Lyney began to hum, a lullaby that was sweet and soothing, weaving its way into the corners of your restless mind.

"Sleep will find you," he murmured as your breathing slowed, his hand tracing idle patterns along your back. "And if it doesn’t, I’ll be here until it does."

With his presence surrounding you like a protective cocoon, the chaos in your mind began to quiet, replaced by the steady assurance of his love. Moments later, sleep finally took you, Lyney’s whispered promises the last thing you heard.

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im psychic i wrote this like a week ago and forgot to send it to you

crying. i needed this immensely thank you sm aly 🥹 i appreciate you sm (sm that i misspelled appreictw like 10 times but don’t mind that LMFAO)

[panvnsleake]

I have. an idea for BRYCE GUILT!!! :3

"Liam?"

"...Yeah?"

"Your leg...its still broken, right?"

"Yep...why do you ask...?"

"Can't you fix it? I mean, you were able to get rid of Charlotte's mold. why not heal your own injuries?"

"I could try...but...something tells me there's a reason why Airy didn't heal his cracks."

"He was probably too concentrated on the show to care. C'mon, man. I don't like hearing you be in discomfort when you walk. Worst that'll happen is your leg staying broken, right?"

"Mm. Guess you're right. Okay, you win. I'll try to get this thing fixed."

liam goes to his profile and puts in some code or something idfk. anyway he misspells a word or forgets a symbol (big mistake in code!!!)

"...Bryce...?"

"Liam! Did it work?"

"I- I don't know. I feel kind of- AUGH!-"

"Liam‽ Liam, what happened‽"

"Ow...owowowowow- AH! BRYCE‽ BRY-"

there's a bunch of loud glitchy sounds and distorted cries, before the cacophony ends with a quiet thud. silence fills the air. despite there being no sound, it's deafening.

"LIAM!" Bryce stared at the "sun", watching in horror as it dimmed and disappeared. no...nonononoNO! this couldn't be real. Liam...Liam...is dead. because of him. why did he even suggest for him to modify himself? he drops to the floor, quiet tears filling his eyes.

meanwhile, somewhere out there, a butterfly emerged from its cocoon.

@spow-ed here is that butterfly liam content your heart desires.......

actually decent and proper butterfly liam design!!!!! (oh god im taking this joke au seriously now zats cray zay)

ourraggghh the quality..... oh the misery......

giant scar on his right side of face, right upper, and right lower wing is when he got struck by lightning. long scar in the middle is from the scooping room because i think the scooping room would be like the one from fnaf sister location, three circular scars on his left side of face is supposed to resemble bubbles when he drowned, the star-like scars are when he got shot by those aliens on the moon, and the leg is when he broke his leg. multiple times. stop breaking your leg bro its almost like you like it /j

if anyone wants to draw this godforsaken creature, know that the halo is optional

havent actually thought about how the au really works that much. liams just this emotionally distant butterfly creature trying to get bryce to move on from his death or some wacky thing idk

theyre all STRANDED ON THE PLANE. FOREVER. BECAUSE LIAM DIED and somehow its bryces fault ig ill figure something out trust me (trust me)

[jeongintwenty3]

09.17

pairing: lee know x gn!reader

genre: fluff

summary: lee know being his usual endearing self, but in the morning

warnings: none, i think?

author's note: hi! rey here ♡ thank you so sooo much for giving my last fic so much love!! i appreciate it a lot (: here's another one and please forgive me if it's a mess <3 as usual, feedback is very welcome. please excuse any misspellings or misuse of grammar ): enjoy loves 🌻

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"WHY didn't you text me the whole day my lovely one and only? you better have a good reason for it."

"there goes my supposedly peaceful morning", you mubled to yourself.

beside you stood your adorable boyfriend, having to catch a flight at 5 in order to make it to your sister's baby shower wasn't the most ideal, but again, he'd do anything for his other half.

still half asleep, collecting whatever sanity you have left while looking at the clock, you sighed, "min, i just woke up. it's only 9 in the morning."

"yeah ok, so? my day started at 4 and i was lonely for a good 5 hours my love," he replied while blinking quickly, an act that's very endearing, you have no choice but to give in

sighing for the 3rd time since the last 5 minutes you woke up, you rolled over to the other side of bed; a silent invitation for the man screaming in your ear to come and snuggle since it's still quite early according to your body clock. you know that he's sleep-deprived, so you did hole he'd get the message.

but minho didn't. hell was this a challenge, instead of cocooning your half-awake form, he decided to disturb you. again.

kneeling so his face can be at level with yours, he started to pepper kisses all over: may it be your eyes, nose, lips, cheeks, it's safe to say almost 100% of the area got covered with his kisses. on other days, you'd be annoyed and it'll end up a tickle fight or a chase inside the house. but for this particular morning, you decided to savor it, only because you missed him and you had no energy to rebutt his actions.

"are you done?" you managed to squeak out between his loving attacks.

placing a final kiss onto your lips, he replied "yeah, now move." and so you did; you moved onto the other side (or the original position you were in before this man you loved started throwing a tantrum)

he opened his arms and in a heartbeat pulled you into his chest. "i missed you," he blurted out loud. while tiptoeing between the line of unconciousness and being awake, you managed to ask, "really min?"

"mhm", and with that, he attacked you with another round of pecks.

after about 5 minutes or so, he noticed your steady breathing, assuming you were asleep. thinking it was a good idea to meet you in his dreams, he adjusted both of your positions so you could snuggle into his chest with his head on top of yours, your hands on his chest and his encircling your body. he was savoring the moment, as times like these were where he felt really safe and vice versa.

"what did i do to deserve you? i promise, once this whole thing gets settled, i'll be putting a ring on your finger. i'll be the first one you see when you wake up, the one who drives you to and from work, the one who cooks your favorite lambchop, the one who treats you best. i love you. so much," he managed to let it out because he thought the person snuggled into him was knocked out.

luck was clearly not on his side, since you were never really asleep in the first place due to the constant shifting of minho. you managed to smile and look him in the eyes sleepily, while replying, "i love you too, i'll wait for you, min. don't worry, kay?"

a bit taken aback by the one who he thought was asleep, he only giggled and managed to nod.

the both of you really needed this, the warmth from each other, the sweet words and the time. you see, dating a man who has a busy schedule is not that hard. well for some, it may be extremely difficult. but for you? as long as minho showers you with the love you deserve, texts you every now and then, is there for you and wanting to communicate, everything will be okay. he loved you and you loved him, it was the two of you against the world. always.

[bastillewolf]

It’s More About Looks Than Skill (IX)

Pairing: Ryuk/Reader

Summary: Ryuk finds himself gaining feelings for Light Yagami’s best friend, but she doesn’t know he exists. When he makes the grave mistake of touching her, he makes things a lot more complicated.

Notes: Hope you enjoy ;)))

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Chapter IX

The café was rather quiet, most seats inhabited by typing away behind their laptops or cocooned between their books in an anxious attempt to memorise as much as possible. She recognized some of them as her fellow peers, yet she didn’t feel nearly as stressed; she was at the top of her class, she didn’t have much to worry about. Learning things was like riding a bicycle to her. She never forgets, and it’s just the same wheels that keep spinning.

She ordered a cup of tea while she waited, and glanced down at her watch. She had been told to meet at this exact location, at this exact time.

She was waiting for her date.

 “Does my hair look okay?”

Light studied the Shinigami for a good, serious moment. “…I don’t think anyone in this universe or the next would know what to do with your hair.”

“Hm. I’ll take that as a compliment.”

Ryuk had spent quite some time preparing for his big date. He’d dusted off his clothes, polished his accessories, combed his hair and had even convinced Light to get him his own toothbrush. Though when he’d begged to let him borrow his cologne, the boy thought it went too far.

“It would be suspicious,” Light had explained, “People would be confused as to why there was a random waft of expensive perfume passing them.”

“But you humans are so smelly all the time! I can’t tell where which smell is coming from, because you all wear something different and prominent.”

“What does the Shinigami world smell like, then?”

Ryuk shrugged, “Rotten.”

Light pulled up his nose.

“I don’t see why you’re preventing me from having a successful date,” the Shinigami continued, “I can’t wear your smelly fragrance, I can’t wear makeup and you didn’t even tell her it was me she would be going on a date with. It’s not fair.”

“Stop it about the cologne. You’re not wearing makeup, because that’s for girls, mostly. And I can’t just tell her it’s you.”

“Why not?”

“Have you looked in a mirror recently? You’re a Shinigami, not a cute boy from school. She’d freak out. We need to do this through slow, deliberate steps.”

Ryuk huffed, “Fine.”

 When half an hour had passed, she was starting to grow annoyed. Her second cup of tea had long been consumed, and her third one was now getting cold. She picked up her phone.

“I really hope you have a good explanation for this, Light,” she ground out.

She heard some whispers in the background on the other end of the line, before the boy in question finally responded. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Is your date not going well?”

“No, it’s not going well. Because no one showed up, you buffoon! Tell me this is not some scheme you’re playing out to get me to do something for you-know-who.”

You-know-who had been the decided upon codeword when they referred to Light’s other identity, or to the Death Note. Well, decided upon by her, really. And Ryuk made the final call, as it was her word against Light’s.

“It’s not, I promise. He must’ve gotten lost or something. I’ll call him, all right?”

“Light, you wouldn’t set me up with idiotic boys who get lost-“

She glanced down at her phone with a gaping mouth. He’d just hung up on her.

 She didn’t have to wait long before Light was able to get a message through. Only, it didn’t come to her phone this time.

“Ryuk? What are you doing here?”

Her mistake was evident; people were looking at her funny. She quickly held her phone back up to her ear, smiling awkwardly at one of her classmates, who had also turned their head in curiosity. She’d have to remind herself of that trick more often if she wished to spend frequent time with the Shinigami in public.

The God of death sat in the booth across from her, so she didn’t have to turn her head oddly for the fake phone call she was having. Well, perhaps her eyes gave her away, as they looked up to meet the eyes towering above hers, even as he was sitting down.

“Light asked me to tag along on your date. You know, for moral support.”

“Moral support? Do you even know what that is? Do you even know what dating entails?” She asked.

He blinked. “Sure. Flowers and kisses and all that. Now, I was also asked to tell you that your date is at the wrong café. I can take you there.”

She sighed in annoyance. “I knew Light couldn’t plan a date for the life of him. He’s never even been on one! I’ll be shocked if he even manages to snag himself a girl. Or boy.”

Ryuk chuckled, and guided her outside.

He floated slightly above her as they walked the streets, careful not to bump into any people. He could not afford to mess this up now, he was so close to finally getting what he wanted. Or attempting to get what he wanted. Asking nicely, probably. Begging, maybe.

She wavered in her step as a breeze flew by. And another. She glanced up at him, her eyebrow lifted.

“Ryuk… are you wearing Light’s cologne?”

The Shinigami gulped. “Eh, I probably spend to much time in his room.”

“Smells a bit too strong for that.”

“Well, perhaps he sprayed it while I was next to him. Why? You don’t like it?”

She only hummed thoughtfully in response, making him sweat from nerves.

 Another thirty minutes passed; this time, at a different café. And she called Light once more.

“I really don’t know where he could be-“

“Light.”

“You know what? I bet he misspelled the word ‘café’. I think I know somewhere he could’ve gone-“

“Light, the fact that you’d even presume I’d go out with someone who shows up late, can’t follow clear directions, or doesn’t know how to spell ‘café’ is honestly insulting. I thought you knew me better than that. Now, if you don’t mind, I’m going home. To study. Like you should be doing right now.”

She hung up on him this time. She barely glanced back at the distressed Shinigami as she stormed out of the shop.

 “You don’t have to follow me around anymore, Ryuk. No date is going to take place any time soon.”

He thought he’d humour her, and floated upside down beside her in the deserted street. He grabbed the rose he’d been hiding slid on his back behind his belt, and held it out to her. “How about I take you out on a date then?”

She suddenly stopped, and he grew wary once more. Until she smiled. Gently taking the rose from his long fingers, she couldn’t help but blush. “When did you get this?”

“Eh, we walked past a flower stand earlier. Snagged one when the lady wasn’t looking.”

“That’s odd. I must’ve missed it.”

Ryuk didn’t have the heart to tell her he’d been carrying it along for the past two days, unable to decide when the right time was to give it to her.

“It’s getting rather dark,” she noted, looking up at the sky.

“Good,” he said, “I’ve got something nice planned for us.”

“You do?”

 It wasn’t quite where she’d expected to end up on a date, but she wasn’t complaining just yet. Until she stepped closer to the ledge of the top of the office building she was standing on, where the people below appeared to have shrunken down to the size of ants.

“Ryuk, not that I mind you taking me up here for the view, but I don’t really do well with standing this close to ledges.”

He grabbed her hand gently, “I won’t let you fall.”

Her lips quirked up, as her eyes moved across his folded wings. “Do you ever really go flying with those anymore? You know, not floating a bit above the ground, but above the clouds?”

“Sometimes.”

“That must be really cool.”

He glanced down at her with a curious look in his eyes. “What’s so cool about it?”

“You know, just the fluffy white below, and nothing but the stars above while the wind blows in your face. I know rollercoasters have tried to recreate what it’s like to fly, but I don’t think they’ve made all that successful attempts.”

“I don’t know what or who rollercoasters are, but I doubt they’d know what it’s like if they don’t even have wings.”

“That’s true.”

He hadn’t taken his eyes off her yet, when an idea struck him. He bent down to his knees. “Hop on.”

“What?!”

“You heard me. Hop on.”

[scrybe-of-monstrosity]

||The game stuff||

1) Bell

Pretty simple, just click it to end your turn.

2) Scale

Also simple, one side tips down, that side loses.

3) Life/Candle

Once the flame on the heart goes out you have one life left, next time you lose the heart explodes, along with yours.

||Items||

1) Jar of Eyes

Some eyes for when desperately needed in battle, perhaps you want to play the Leviathan card?

2) Cocoon

Full of Moths, all packed in there squashed together, it morphed the poor things, could it be an advantage to you, though?

3) Acid

Using this might be your easiest way out of battle, can't play a game without any cards to use.

[Sorry about the misspelling, I have a lot of ideas and was drawing this in a rush]

[dsmpdaily]

Gotta catch them all! Positivity! :3

Good evening to ya! Have a good day today? Eat a meal? Drink some water? Take time to relax and focus your brain? Try and stay cool today? I don't really have anything positive to say, just been in a in and out of reality and emotions day today. I watched a few past lore streams while in the hospital and while at home. Did you watch any today?

“Happiness is a butterfly, which when pursued, is always just beyond your grasp, but which, if you will sit down quietly, may alight upon you.” —Nathaniel Hawthorne

Butterflies are amazing. They're sent down to watch over you by your loved ones that have passed, so that you can know they are watching over you. They're a sign that better things are coming, just have to bust out of your dark cocoon first.

“What lies behind you and what lies in front of you, pales in comparison to what lies inside of you.” —Ralph Waldo Emerson

And don't worry about the hospital, it was just routine blood work and a few routine scans for my shoulder.

hello hello! i just got home im very tired (-‿-)

i did relax a bit today, tried to draw something ive been meaning to for a few days but havent made any progress hadhsh

i haven't watched a good ol' lore stream in a while, probably should try and do that sometime. the hospital? not going to press on the subject but i hope you and everyone around you is ok! (i saw your note at the end– but the sentiment still applies, hope everyones alright!)

thank you for the quotes this is fun, i think its always cool to see quotes from people i know of/am familiar with their work, even if its someone classic like hawthorne which many americans would be familiar with

butterflies are really pretty! oh that's neat! i dont really have much to say except thats very poetic and cool :)<

off topic my autocorrects been acting up lately (i dont even have autocorrect on??) and whenever i backspace to fix a word it will repeat that word and make a weird word amalgamation, so if there's ever a weird horrible misspelling its probably that (although it's entirely possible id just horribly mess up a word anyway)

[gasp-iwrotesomething]

Could I please request some Alex Cyprus. Something angsty.

Sure thing! Thank you for requesting and I sincerely hope you enjoy!

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A simple word had driven a wedge mightier than the gods between them. Clashing and clanging, clinging to whatever ounce of contempt oozed from the other. It was fleeting, the last rays of moonlight as dawn came, replaced by the everlasting love that would shine. Gleam, twinkle--whatever pleasant verb you could think of. It didn’t matter though. That sun didn’t seem to have a dawn to climb or a dusk to fall to; just never ending renewals of an eclipse, darkness, a fog of hopelessness swirling through. Just… no redemption. MC was so drained--had she even slept that night? She took some pills meant to help with sleep but they only made her drowsy and sad; a drooping waterfall of pity and longing. Tears had soaked through her pillow, etching in a spot of her dreary night. How was she supposed to show up to work the next morning? She was bound to see Alex there--there was no way she wasn’t. MC’s eyes water at just the thought of seeing their face--so gorgeous and uplifting on a regular day--stained with the lines and bags of stress, of sleepless nights. Stress that MC herself had given them. 

MC had tried to make the declaration smooth and understandable, something simple that Alex could accept no matter how hard it was to. But she’d flunked--ruined it all, gave the wrong idea that she was too naive to fix. All MC wanted was to say that she needed a break--some alone time to better herself and get over this hump she’s experiencing. But it had come out as a break up, like there was another person she wanted but couldn’t have all because Alex was there for her. MC sniffles as she recalls the moment Alex’s worried, compassionate features shattered into something even sadder--helplessness, anxiety, fear… Something wet skids down her cheeks and all of a sudden, MC was crying again. It was so consuming, something that felt uncontrollable and relieving yet ate away at herself, tearing her apart tear by tear and agonizing thought after agonizing thought. She’d lost count at the many times she’s cried--being helpless, a cocoon in her bed. When would she face her fears and set the record straight with Alex? At this rate, that was the farthest possibility on her mind. Alex’s words were burned in her memory--or more specifically, their lack of. Alex had been quiet--almost too quiet--before they said one simple word. 

“...Fine.”

The way it was said wasn’t in dismissal--quite the opposite, in fact. It was requited, forced, something they said to avoid undermining MC’s emotions. The word was agreement and yet it hurt more than healed. It tore her apart more than it gave her closure. Alex’s eyes had become glassy and they were blinking rapidly--could it have been tears? A silence then slithered and hissed between them, so thick that MC believed she could choke on it. “If-if that’s what you need, MC,” the demigod had croaked--their voice was already splintering, “then… then I guess I can’t be mad about that.” Alex forced a smile--of course they had forced a smile, why would they let MC feel guilty for the way they felt? Then their exchange ended with Alex giving her a hug for good luck and taking their leave. Even when she watched their back--the dapper grey jacket they wore so nicely, MC could remember just how good they looked in a suit--MC stayed silent, maybe too shocked to come up with a reply. Maybe too cowardly to take that leap, even though she loved Alex. Gods, she loved Alex more than she could even account for. 

Why… why had she let herself believe Alex was so expendable? They were worth everything and yet MC let Alex go for the sake of… well, everything.

Not even a minute later, her tears dry up and she’s left in broken heaps of misery. Misery that she brought upon herself. MC reaches for her phone and clicks it on to find that she had shut it off with her and Alex’s last conversation pulled up.

Her heart tugs at the reminder: she’d been wallowing in this misery since last night.

Spacing out to messages from them; some professional, some playful, some sweet. MC rubs her red eyes. Gods, if this is what a break felt like, then MC wasn’t entirely sure she wanted it at all. Alex had been so distraught--so non-reactive, so closeted, so… opaque. It was hard to derive a definitive meaning from their words. Were they really on board with what she wanted? She kept thinking of that somber edge that passed into their features, that lingered even when they attempted to smile. That stayed even after they were gone and she was alone. That probably grew and mutated into their chest the moment MC was not looking. Was Alex looking a lot like she was right now? A mess, with no motive to leave their bed? No… that’d kill her more. MC hopes Alex is at work, doing their job, not wasting the day away worrying and fretting and hurting over MC. She hoped that this feeling and these reactions were all from her--none from Alex. 

Later, she calls in sick--a rare occasion.

MC just couldn’t fathom a world where she went to work and met Alex’s eyes without breaking down. She’d confront them, in time. Not now. Now… now she was still trying to puzzle together a better resolve. Something to not hang her head in shame over.  Aside from that dilemma, there were no crowning cases to take on as a field agent, everything was mostly little flukes or terse reactions. So she should be able to… take off a day to clear her mind from work. Maybe MC was manifesting excuses… maybe this was a grave mistake. Seconds lumber into minutes and minutes trudge into hours until pressing her phone on greeted her with 7 PM. MC sat at her dining table, her fork caught in the microwaved lunch she had sloppily thrown together earlier. Her appetite had dipped ever since that morning and she’d felt slightly nauseated from all of the self-inflicted worry she was harboring, so eating hadn’t exactly been on her mind like Alex was. Alex, Alex, Alex… They were seated on a throne in her mind, her thoughts bowing to their presence and the overwhelming influence they had on her aching heart. There was a space in her rib cage, a crater just below her heart that sang sadly for Alex, still wanting--hoping--to see Alex’s face behind every door she opened. She dreams of Alex’s knuckles rapping against the front door and their gentle, bittersweet voice pouring through the cracks, asking her to join them for a cup of coffee to talk things through. MC imagined what she’d do, even if it wasn’t true. She wants to believe that she’d be stable, act level headed and be an adult, but MC had the feeling that she’d lose it in front of them. If she saw even the faintest crease of worry or the slightest line of stress on their beautiful face… MC would most likely cry right then and there, letting that shame and guilt and sadness pull her under all over again. She sighs. 

Later that night, she dreams of Alex embracing her tight, their lips adhered to her temple, their melody of apologies trickling into her ear. Feeding her that sense of forgiveness and reformation. When she woke, through her wallowing, MC knew what she had to do.

She typed so fast that she must have made a spelling error while typing. MC hardly cared. Alex would understand her message whether or not she misspelled a word. She starts with something simple: hey, how are you? It’s something to persuade Alex to talk to her and work their accumulated issues out through easy conversation; the enigmatic flow of cordial talking. MC rubs her eyes. She had managed to wake up an hour before she would normally wake up for work at H.E.R.A, so there was a good chance that Alex was asleep. However, the typing icon pops up on the screen just a few minutes later, indicating that Alex was awake too. Indicating that they weren’t wanting to ignore her. Good knowing you’re happy, Alex’s text reads, somehow even more barren than MC’s had been. The message felt empty, emotionless, monotone as she read it in her mind. MC felt her heart splinter and crack a rupture right down the center of it, dissecting her in two. MC wasn’t happy--was that the impression she gave them? Had the news been easier to swallow when MC had said all those things about needing a break from them? Has it been even easier to digest it that way? MC couldn’t fathom the idea of Alex convincing themself that MC was happy without their presence at her side; she couldn’t fathom it at all… Shakily, she types out a reply, are you sure? 

A few seconds pass, warped to minutes in MC’s stressed tangle of thoughts, before Alex texts, should I not be? 

She paused, stunned motionless. It was a simple string of words, as all sentences were, but there was something biting about this one. There was something MC could detect in the phrasing, in the moment of digital silence that walls them apart, that made a trinket of hope bloom in her. Like a tiny flash, or a sizzling orange flare in the dark. No, I want you to be, MC hashes out in swift, pithy swipes, I just think ur lying when you tell me that. It was true; Alex appeared to be tempering their emotions for her, anchoring the sadness to the floor of their vast heart. So much could fill that space, so many articulate thoughts and puzzling ideas swimming, so much unwanted space taken up… In that never ending heart of theirs, they had to have some tendril of sorrow restlessly there. Why did you ask if I’m sure, MC? You act like I shouldn’t be for you. Alex ignores her last text completely. They really wanted to know her intentions. At first, MC misconstrues their soundless tone for annoyance and irritation. But it’s clear the more she inspects that they were just concerned. She could imagine the fissures of worry wrinkling their expression, the slightest bit of tension founding their shoulders and slumping their spine. How heartbreaking that image was to her psyche. MC rids the thought; moping wouldn’t solve her issues. She chews her lip as she responds. I never said that, Alex. I can’t rest thinking you’re unhappy. I want you to prove to me that you’re really, truly happy with the decision I’ve made. Don’t hide anything from me. 

MC hoped she wasn’t being brash with that message. But at the same time, Alex had--they had--to understand just how salient their feelings were to her. What was the point of finding solace in each other when neither would talk, would vent, would speak up and converse through their issues? All of this pent up tension and drawn out distance was unnecessary noise, and MC longed to prove how life wasn’t, and could never be, important without Alex. The three, menacingly fluid dots jump in an organized formation. MC holds her breath.  It was a familiar pattern now, just as heart-stopping as the first time. Seeing them dance now, MC realizes just why talking in person would be the wrong move for the two of them; she wouldn’t have been able to hide behind a screen whenever Alex thought about a reply, or mulled over her words, or changed their expression… It all would have been too much for her. I still think about you alot. Probably more than I should professionally but I can’t help it. You feel it too, don’t you? It’s why you’re asking if I’m happy. You sense the emptiness. 

Each new brittle sentence is sent through individual text bubbles, the change of pace deafening. MC felt that spark of ambition burn brighter, stronger. Alex knew their situation. They knew the absence of each other was more than they bargained for. They knew… they felt that same grasping, selfish greed to see each other again, to fill a void in their insignificant days. This was what her dream was woven from; thick, silky soft threads of mutual agreement and longing, the multi-colored yarn of apologies, love, and trust. Hardships and resilience. Yes, MC hastily agrees, her heart wedged in her throat. She couldn’t will her fingers to glide across the keyboard anymore, uselessly hovering over the scattered letters with no choreography to spell anything out. Maybe there was nothing left to say over the phone. Perhaps confrontation was closer than first expected. It made sense--Alex was now aware that she longed them as much as they desired her, so why not tear down the wall between them?

Then, her phone purrs in her hand for a second, and she reads the next text from Alex.

Think into your decision more then. Let me know when you’re ready and we’ll talk over coffee.

The relief that splashes her is warm and encapsulating, a waterfall of sparkling emotions.

Just know that I love you, they follow-up.

MC can’t restrain herself; she beams up to her ears, her brown eyes shining with happy tears. Thankfully, everything was mending now, scabbing over the worst of their shared gloom.

I love you too.

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Thanks again and I’m sorry for the delay!

If you want to request something, here’s the Prompt List, here are the Guidelines, here’s Who I Write For, and here is where you can Request me.

[parkerspicedlatte]

Sicko (Part 1/2) Gender Neutral Reader

Summary: Dom is a snuggly puppy. 

Content: Fluff

Pairings: Dom+Gender Neutral Reader

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: IDK naked people???

"Love, why are you still sleeping?"

You felt something wet drag down from your cheek to your lips. There was no need for you to open your eyes to know that the wet somethings were actually Dom's own lips. Infact, you were  sure that it would be nearly impossible to open your eyes due to the blinding lights you knew would be clear to greet you and amplify your headache. 

The bed dipped a bit on either side of your body seconds before it started rocking back and forth lightly.

"Baaabe," you groaned. The rocking stopped. The subtle pounding in the front of your head continued, it matched the pattern of a horseshoe hitting concrete whilst in a gallop.

Something lightly brushed against your nose, like a feather being run over your face. You brought a hand up to brush it away but nothing was there. The hand dropped beside your head on the pillow. Then you felt it again, a light flutter across your nose. Once, twice, thrice. Your eyes opened hesitantly to guard against the daylight you'd anticipated but relaxed when something moved to block it. The something giggled above you. Your eyes revealed a mop of dark stringy hair falling over a pair of bright green eyes.

Dom shook his head ever so slightly causing his hair to brush against your nose again. You smelled minty breath when he leaned in to kiss your nose while giggling before moving onto your cheeks. Both of his knees were on either side of your hips leaving his fists to support his weight from either side of your pillow.

"Mornin' love," he mumbled into the side of your neck he'd buried his head into.

"Morning, how long have you been up?" Dom was still dressed for bed but you knew that he hadn't just rolled over to wake you up judging from how energetic he was. That and the fact that nobody wakes up with minty breath.

"'bout an hour, maybe half-" Dom smiled at you. "You were sleeping pretty hard and I didn't want to wake you. Are you feeling better at all?"

You'd gone to bed earlier with the beginning of your current headache and an impregnable urge to sleep for days. Unfortunately your symptoms had only magnified themselves and brought their friends. Now you had a sore throat, a stuffed head, and some major chills on top of the headache and fatigue.

You shook your head to answer Dom’s question with a saddened  ‘no.’

“I think I’ve got a cold.” You pointed at your throat and pouted pathetically.

Dom looked at your half wakened pouty face and found himself pouting as well. He didn’t like to see you not smiling. He watched as you rolled over onto your side and nuzzled into his right forearm. He shifted his own body to lie on the bed properly in front of you so that he could pull your body into his chest. Once he was satisfied with the way you were tangled in his own body, he positioned the blankets so they made a faux cocoon around you. Dom brought his left hand up to run it through your loose hair, brushing stray pieces from your face.

You watched him for a few seconds as he did this but were not able to keep your eyes open. On a good day you would have been made sleepy by someone playing with your hair but in your condition, you didn’t stand a chance.

Dom pressed sweet kisses to your head as he watched you fall asleep again. He made a mental list in his head of the things he’d need for you.

Soup 

Medicine 

Immune Boosters

Once he was sure you were asleep (once more), he cautiously slipped out of bed but not before he rearranged the covers and his pillow to seem like there was still a body beside you. He didn’t want you waking up looking for him. He knew if you were half asleep you’d accept the pillow as his body. 

He put a note on top of your phone on the side table.

Went too the store, be back in 20

You smiled at the bright pink sticky note on your phone, The misspelled word on top of the fact that the note was pink just made it totally him.

You pushed back the covers looking like a drunk trying to swim and stumbled out of bed. You didn’t even notice or care about the pink socks littering the floor or the jumpers thrown over the chair in the corner of the room. The only thing on your mind was your mission to find something to dull your headache and a bucket of water to wash it down with.

When Dom came home he placed the bags on the kitchen counter and took off towards your shared bedroom to look for you. He heard the shower running two doors down from the masterbedrom. The bathroom door was not only unlocked, but left halfway open. The trail of clothes started a few feet from your bed to the bathroom, an article of clothing every yard or so. Dominic frowned, that was definitely not your style. In fact you would have not been pleased if he’d done that. He knocked on the door as he stepped into the room.

“Love?”

“In here,” you answered from behind the shower curtain.

Dom bent to pick up the discarded clothes on the floor and put them on the dirty laundry hamper.

“D’you need anything?”

“No.”

He peeled back the shower curtain and chuckled to himself at the sight. You were sitting on the floor of the tub under the hot water, letting it flow over you. Your head rested on your knees that were pulled up to your chest and held by your arms. 

“What’re you doing love?”

“Letting the steam help with my headache.”

Dom thought for a second. “If you had shut the bathroom door you’d probably have more steam in here you know.”

“Probably,” you sighed. Dom dropped the curtain back into place. You could hear fumbling then metal clicking against the counter top. The shower curtain opened again but this time from behind you. You felt the water deflect momentarily as Dom stepped in and sat down, letting his legs move in on either side of your body. He moved his body close to you, leaning in so that his chest was pressed against your back. His wet arms snaked around your torso, his fingers spread and carefully traced every inch of skin that they could reach as he did so.

Ever so slightly he rocked your bodies side to side, both of you wordlessly enjoying the feeling of each other’s skin. Dom hummed softly into the space between your shoulder blades then he quietly transitioned his humming to singing lowly.

 I’m okay in the day, I’m staying busy

Tied up enough so I don’t have to wonder, where is he?

Got so sick of crying, so just lately

When I catch myself I do a 180

 By then he was completely drenched. The water that ran from his head, trickled down your back and over your shoulders to meet back with his clasped arms. His humming, the warm water, and the slow constant movement of your bodies began to make you drift off again. Dom noticed this and chuckled against your skin.

“Love, I’ve got to get up,” he murmured, lips ghosting your neck. “Come on baby.”

Your boyfriend carefully slid away from your body with a kiss on your cheek.

Slowly but surely you straightened your back and stretched out your arms and shoulders, a satisfying ‘pop’ followed by multiple cracking sound echoed through the room.

The warm, therapeutic shower water trickled to a stop suddenly.

“Hey,” you whined.

Dom smirked at your behaviour and ran his fingers through your soaked hair to squeez the excess water out. “Come on love,” he cupped your cheek, “-’bout time to get out.” He held out a hand for you and helped you to stand so you wouldn’t slip when you accepted it.

He was already dried off and was wearing a pair of  wildly patterned sweatpants. A towel was held open between between the length of his outstretched arms. You felt like a child at bath time but didn’t argue with Dom. If he wanted to baby you, you’d let him for the time being. Your boyfriend tenderly wrapped your naked body in the clean smelling towel then proceed to carry you in his arms to the bedroom.

“I can walk you know.”

“Shhh love,” Dom kissed the tip of your nose then set you down on the bed.

A/N: 10 PTS to whoever can tell me what song he was singing without looking it up. Who wants a P2. Might just leave this as is but I kind of want to do a second part. I’ve got a few fics on the go but they’re for other fandoms so let me know so that I have an idea what to focus on now. 

A big thank you to @roseycal​ for saving my ass and helping me tear this apart and put it back together properly! You are my Queen! <3

Also tagging @interstellarrambles​ cause they asked me to lol

[love-fireflysong]

Day 21: Story

Fandom: Until Dawn Character(s): Chris Hartley, Ashley Brown Words: 1254 Rating: General (sleepy smoochies though, like all he sleepy smooches)  Author’s Notes: God. I can’t believe that this one is almost a week late. Can’t believe it took me 3 days to write! This isn’t even the one I wanted to write in the first place! The one I wanted to do was a sole survivor Ashley thing, but I hated literally every single word I was putting down. So after two days of writing, I decided to just say fuck it, deleted everything, and went to bed. So just take this stupid, soft, unbearably sappy thing I wrote immediately after waking up and leave me to wallow in my incompetence while I write out Flowers and do my cross-stitching.

When Chris woke up, it was with the realization that the other half of the bed was empty. Once this might have filled him with panic, nightmares of the events that happened in Blackwood Lodge coming to life once again, but it had been years now. True, there were still some nights of panic. Of flailing in bed, reaching out for your other half in all the ways were important and all of the ways that mattered, feeling their breath rising steadily in their chest, confirming that they were really, truly safe and alive. That you hadn’t fucked up beyond repair.

But this wasn’t one of those nights. No, this night filled Chris with only a deep sigh of resignation and fondness as his hand smacked sleepily onto the bedside table for his glasses and phone. He continued to aimlessly smack his hand around, until he finally felt the familiar shape of his glasses and put them on, not that the glasses made the dark bedroom any easier to see of course. He returned to his blind hunt of the table and found his phone much easier, though he fumbled with sleep-addled fingers to turn on screen and grunted at the brightness that not only lit up the room, but seared his retinas. He ignored all of this to sleepily decipher the time on his phone.

2:37 am. Of course. He was honestly surprised that he hadn’t woken up earlier.

With a groan, Chris rolled himself out of bed, clumsily escaping the prison of blankets he had somehow rolled himself into, and blearily walked down the hall to the the make-shift little study that they two of them had made when they first moved into the place a couple of years back. And to his complete lack of surprise, found Ashley sitting in front of the computer.

He stood in the doorway, just leaning on the door frame, as he watched her with an indescribably fond smile. She had bundled herself in the afghan left out on the couch nearby and was sitting with cross-legged on their dinky little office chair, faces inches from the screen as she typed furiously away at the keyboard. Her fingers danced across the keys, new words and sentences appearing before her eyes every second. Only giving a murmured curse under her breath every time she fumbled and a misspelling appeared onscreen. It was only when she made her fifth mistake in twice as many seconds that Chris finally pushed himself off the door and entered the room. The fact that Ash didn’t even notice him until he had wrapped his arms around her shoulders and buried his face into her hair made him only love her more.

“What the—? Chris? What are you doing up?” Her voice was tired, but still exponentially more awake then he currently was.

“Missed you.” He finished his sleepily delivered statement with a kiss behind her ear.

The sigh she gave was almost as fond as his smile had been a few moments before. “Go back to bed. I’ll be there in a little bit.” She turned back to her writing, only to have Chris tug her backwards with the chair rolling further away from the computer. “Chris! Stop it!” She was laughing though, so he didn’t feel too bad about it.

“Missed you.” He repeated, though this one was definitely more of a whine. He nuzzled further into her hair, until he had shifted the afghan she had cocooned herself in enough that he could place a new kiss to the skin at base of her neck. “Missed you. Bed.”

Ash laughed again, though this one was more of a resigned sigh. “Just let me finish this chapter, all right? I’ll be there soon, I promise.”

Ha. Like he was gonna believe that. He’d leave for bed and come back to find her in the morning never having left, asleep at the desk and pages upon pages of d’s across the screen and a massive crink her neck when she woke up. Nope. Not tonight. “Nuh uh. Sleep now. Story later.” He gave a large yawn while still nestled in her hair, and used it as an excuse burrow further into her shoulder. “Almost 3 am, Ash. Come to bed.”

He could feel the fight draining from her by the way she shrank in her seat a bit. “I need to finish this though. I’m so close, Chris. Just a few more pages I promise.”

He only responded by pulling her further away from the computer. He could feel her shoulders raise as her arms strained to reach the keyboard and pull herself back towards the desk, and he retaliated by layering more kisses into the base of her neck. “Still be here when you wake up.” He gave another yawn, and nuzzled his nose into the space where her shoulder and neck met.

The sigh that Ash gave was in clear acceptance of her fate. “Yeah, I know. You’re right, it will be.” He could feel her turn her head to look at him, but he was happy right where he was and didn’t move. Her next line was much more softly delivered. “You both will be.”

Chris just grunted in response, and her tired giggle was like music to his ears. He reluctantly let her scooch back towards the computer, and despite being burrowed so far into her hair that he was practically part of her shoulder now, made sure to watch carefully that she only saved the file and exited out of the program. The moment he watched the program close, he was tugging her backwards again as she laughed.

“Chris! I can’t get out of the chair if you keep leaning on me like this!”

A large part of Chris didn’t care, he was comfy. “Comfy. Sleep here instead.”

“You can’t sleep standing up. Come on, it’s only a few feet till the bedroom.”

Even tired as he was, his mind was alert enough to see the sense in her argument. Still, he let out a put-upon groan as he backed off enough to let her get up and drop the afghan back onto the chair. That was all the time he gave her to do before he was back to tugging her towards their bedroom, insistent on going back to sleep.

She just continued to laugh softly behind him, and laughed louder when he all but collapsed back onto the bed, pulling her with him. His eyes were already closed as he made himself comfy and just smiled when he felt her hands on his face. And proceeded to whine when Ash pulled away, wrapping his arms tighter around her waist.

“I’m just putting your glasses back on the table, Chris. I promise. I’m not going anywhere.” He still didn’t like the idea of her leaving for any reason and let her know when she came back and he only held onto her tighter. He could feel her making herself more comfy on the bed in turn, tangling her legs with his and readjusting her arms so her hands were splayed out on his chest. Ash finished her positioning by pressing her face into his neck so her lips rested on his collarbone, and he responded by burying his nose into the top of her hair with a happy little sigh.

She gave a small kiss to his collar bone and snuggled further into his arms. “I love you.”

Chris didn’t respond. He was already fast asleep.    

[bluescarfvivi]

There would be a text vibrating from her phone moments in. However, the contents they held might've been highly unexpected.

Txt: YO VEEV

Txt: VIVI* SHOOT.

Txt: I GOT A QUESTION MAN. Did I leave my socks at your place by accident?!

Txt: The how or why do no matter after that showdown we had! Just have you any Sonic ones around? A guy can't live his potential out without the lucky socks! Let me know when you can!

.......

“...........mmmng...”

There’s a small stir beneath a mountain of laden blankets, accompanied by peeking plushies hidden inside this nestled cocoon. Poor Boku the Turtle took a small tumble off the plush mattress. Popping out next was a azure-colored mound of frizz, following the groans of a waking bluenette. 

...how long did I conk out to the world? 

Long enough for the depressive thoughts to pass, at the very least. Despite the groggy fog clogging both her waking head and eyes, she shimmed away the blankets enough so her arms could freely poke out. A deep sigh filtered through the quiet space. Good thing to take out of this was the fact she finally got to rest. Was it peaceful? Well...no nightmares or sudden wake-ups with sweat or tears rolling down her face. She’ll call it a decent sleep. 

...wonder how the others are right now...

Gods, her head throbbed hard! Really? She finally took the advice from everyone coming down on her, and after a nasty encounter with some grey-faced stranger, but the universe decided giving her another ‘F U’ when she accepted cooperation?! Thanks a lot, KAMI!  

An arm flung out towards her nightstand, grabbing those magenta glasses first then reached for her phone, picking it up like those whacky sticky hand toys kids always had. Better shoot a text to Splatter, since he’d be the most worried about her condition after today’s events.

“.....huh?” 

Squint a liiiiitle more! There’s still sleep clogging her vision, but that contact did appear to be from Ryuji. How long ago though...

Squint haaaarder! 

~5 hours ago~

...greeeat. 

Through the cloudy visuals and half-asleep brain processes, Vivi read over his messages thankful it wasn’t anything over her recent upset. Just...something about socks? At her place? That should be easy to find. A few minutes riffling through stinky clothes would do the trick. Since she hadn’t answered him sooner, Vivi quickly pushed out a response containing several random...misspellings. 

[TXT] : Hey. Sorry I dint answr you sooner. Woke up from a nap Justin recently. 

[TXT] : I’ll look throuh my rom and inside the la dryer room. Mystery tends to hide sockkas he finds cauliflower. 

[TXT]: If I find hen I’ll send a picarto to you aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa

-The unfortunate moment when your phone slips right through your hands and lands smack against your face. Nice one, Vivi.-