#i did cry a bit when he came in here and hopped up and fell asleep

[wereverine]

was considerin a relapse bc i've had it with january already but my dog left my mom's bed and came to mine and-

lookit,, i'm just gon snuggle up with him and go to bed

[danikamariewrites]

If you're willing to do a more platonic/familial request, could you do some headcanons on being Rhysand's youngest sister?? And then I had an additional idea of being his sister + Azris' mate... but I'll let you decide which aspects you'd like to write about :) (if you want to write about it at all, of course!)

Princess of the Night Court

IC x reader (platonic)

Notes: I went with reader just being the sister I hope you don’t mind, I wanted to explore this dynamic before hopping outside the night court

Warnings: some angst

Being the second born of the former NC High Lord meant you had the freedoms to do some things your brother couldn’t

However much you pushed your brother’s buttons when he became High Lord you still loved each other. And you really stepped up to help him with his royal duties

You were a bit nervous and relieved when your father died. You knew what he expected of you but you were unsure how the power and position would change Rhys

The biggest blessing Rhys gave you was the freedom to marry whoever and whenever. There was no pressure and he would not dare use you as a bargaining tool, ever

Being princess came with the never ending princess treatment

Your people adored you and you them

You frequented shops in Velaris and always made sure to talk with everyone and hear their troubles

It also meant that Azriel and Cassian were your forever body guards

And how fun is it to ditch them?! It’s even more fun when they finally track you down. Their faces all scrunched in anger and that vein popping in Cassian’s forehead that you just want to poke

The two were your brothers, there was no denying Az and Cass treated you like the sister they never had

They were just as protective (maybe more at times) than Rhys is of you and you loved them for it

When you had your first heartbreak one of the first people you went to for comfort was Azriel. He was always your shoulder to cry on and he’s a good listener

The three of them would be up anyone that hurt you

To try and have some semblance of a normal life while Rhys was gone you tried to date. It did not go well. The male you went to dinner with had said some nasty things about your family and came home bawling your eyes out. When you told Cass, Az, and Mor, Cassian was the most angry. He left and came home with bloody knuckles. That night he sat next to your bed reading you stories like when you were little

After Rhys came home from under the mountain you gave him his space and were more serious than usual

Something you hadn’t had in a long time with your brother was a sleepover. You used to crawl into his bed at night when you had nightmares and Rhys would reassure you that everything would be ok

Just as you were planning to go to Rhys for a sleepover to make him feel normal a knock sounded at your door. Opening it you found your brother looking disheveled and on the verge of tears. You pulled him in and you got into your bed. You laid there in silence for a very long time, both wide awake. “I know you can’t and don’t want to talk about everything yet. But we’re all here for you Rhys. I’m here for you big brother. And I won’t think any differently of you for any of it.” Rhys just pulled you into a bone crushing hug and cried and cried until he fell asleep. You hadn’t seen him cry like that since your mother died

Out of everyone of the Inner Circle you were the most overjoyed to have Rhys home

You did everything in your power to make sure he was comfortable and welcome

The sacrifices he made for the court were ones you would never forget

Watching Rhys fall in love with Feyre made your heart swell. You saw a light burn in him that hadn’t been there since he was younger

Becoming friends with Feyre was a journey

She didn’t like you at first since she only knew the stories that Tamlin and Lucien had told her

Fun lil bit of history Tamlin left out was that you and him hooked up but he was kinda mad it was only ever that and not more

But when you and Mor broke through and Feyre trusted you enough her friendship was a beautiful thing

And you had a new buddy to pick on Cassian with

Learning Feyre was pregnant after the war you were so excited to be an aunt! You were going to spoil the shit out of this baby boy

[n0tamused]

hello! hope you’re doing well. can I request hcs about Calcharo with a s/o who owns dogs? the man deserves to be happy

(inspired Calcharo’s Hobby voiceline)

A/N: Sorry for the wait, got a bit busy and I really wanted to write a short little drabble for this scenario. Hope you enjoy!

Contents: Calcharo x GN!Rader, fluff

Long and pale fingers of the setting sun crept over the hill, fading and beautiful in their last moments. The grass grew tall here and the fields stretched on as far as the eye could see, with gentle rising slopes and hills here and there. It was all fun for the four legged beasts -  although such a title did not suit them. They had teeth and their size was not like an ordinary street dog, but they were the kindest companion you had in a long while, loyal to a fault.

The big gray one ran up the hill, her faded white paws swallowing up the incline with ease while her slightly shorter companion fell a step behind. Moving in a blur, his white fur made him stand out the most in the field of green and sandy browns. He had joined your little family not too long ago, and he was still growing. It made you wonder how big he’d grow if he was this big already.

Pinching your fingers together and pressing them to your lips, you let out a sharp whistle that made both of the furry heads spin to meet you from afar. Small eyes spotting you and tails raising up. Lin, the gray one, let out a bark, as if to question you, interrupting the precious playtime, while Bai, the white one, remained quiet at her side. “Come here, Lin, come here, Bai!” you shouted the command, and although not too happy about it, both dogs obliged and began to pad their way through the grassy field towards you. Just as the sound of their movement became more audible on the ears, another set of sounds began to approach closer from behind. Rustling of the grass and a snapping of a branch had you turning around to meet the person. Your hard expression fell into a much softer one after your eyes met the pale azure ones of your partner. 

“Calcharo! Hey, what are you doing here?” you question, mirth written in the lines of your face and the gentle wrinkling of skin around your eyes, and your hastened step to close in on him certainly didn’t betray that sentiment. The man looked at you, pale lashes fluttering as he gave a few blinks when a gust of wind blew in his face. 

“I came here to come and get you, it’s getting much too late” Calcharo told you as he came to stand more at your side and not directly facing you, a subtle act in which he hoped not to put you at tension. He wasn’t scolding you, rather, he was simply worried. 

“I’ve got two guards already, and if you ask me, I think a third one would make too much of a crowd” jesting, you turned to face the field again, and as if on cue, the two dogs made their way up the small hill you two stood on. At the sight of Calcharo, Lin’s tail rose high and wagged, her ears perked and her step hastened as she raced up to him. Squealing happily she did a small hop on her hind legs, and Calcharo had no other option but to give her the attention she was crying out for. He leaned forward, capturing the dog’s fluffy cheeks in his gloved hands and scratching back and forth, slowly moving his hands around to give the rest of her some well deserved pats and scratches. Lin coiled at his feet like a cat, ears pulled back in a manner so adorable it made you audibly ‘aww’ at the sight. Soon enough, Calcharo was scratching at her back, making one of her hind legs thump the ground. 

“I think it’s safe to say she likes you more than me,” you said with a chuckle, crouching down to give Bai, who was still shy, some attention as well. Bai licked his muzzle and tucked himself under your arm after he circled around you, his eyes curiously watching Lin who fell on the ground now, nipping at Calcharo’s ankles.

Calcharo chuckled, or huffed moreso, as he went down to one knee to follow the line of action this dog dragged him to, but it would be false to say you didn’t see a hint of a smile on his face. “She may like me more, but she listens better to your commands” came a reply from him as his long hair fell over his shoulder and hid his pretty profile away from you. It had you leaning to the side in hopes to glimpse it once more. 

“Pftt, as if, she learnt them all from none other than you, may I remind you” you said and gave Bai a ruffle between the ears, and then behind the floppy one, making him whimper in delight as he leaned further into your hands. The sound had Calcharo looking up at the ghost of a dog, white fur speckled with dirt from playing in the field. But regardless of the dirt, he left Lin with a final few pats on her shoulder before coming up to Bai who shied away behind you. “He’s still a little shy. But he has made great progress, honestly.. He looks after Lin but he is still yet to learn the commands''.

“He’ll learn in time. What matters is that he’s doing well now” His hand stretched forward after he kneeled down to make himself less intimidating, allowing the dog to come up and sniff him. Bai huffed, and what can only be understood as acceptance he sat down beside you, looking at you then at Calcharo. “He is protective of you,” Calcharo noted, looking at you as he rose to his feet, now not hiding the amusement in his eyes. “I’m relieved to see it”

“I suppose.. He is quite clingy. Although I am surprised he didn’t cling to you more, especially since the two of you are so alike”. Calcharo snorted at your comment, a small eye roll and a sway of his form showing his relaxed demeanor. He didn’t expect you to say something like that - being compared to a dog wasn’t on his list of activities today. 

“What?” you beamed, chuckling as you realized what you said, but eager to prove your point. “You two not only look alike, but also behave the same!” you added as you got onto your feet, Bai following along your movements, pale eyes staring up at you and Calcharo while Lin licked her muzzle and went to sniff around. “You both look brooding and serious all the time, but you’re both so clingy- protective! When you’re not around I’m sure you warg your way into this dog to watch over me, I’m sure of it” you teased and jested, but there was truth to your words as well. “And most importantly of all, I love you” you added, and like a cherry on a cake, it hit Calcharo deep in his chest.

“That’s enough” he told you with an amused sigh, his gaze averted to gaze somewhere aside, and then it looked for Lin. “It’s time for us to get back to the city, it’s getting dark”.

“I have no fear, I have three of the best guards in the region” 

Lin barked from the bushes and came up to both of you as you began your descent from the hills and Bai walked up to Lin before both of them broke into a chase.

“Lucky you” Calcharo looked at you, his pale lips showing the seldom seen smile, the gentle curl of his lips making him look younger, and even more handsome.

“Lucky me, yes. But I am lucky just to have you with me”

Ⓒ n0tamused. Do not repost, translate, edit, and/or copy any of my works. Likes, comments, and reblogs are appreciated.

[malarign]

can you please come over?

(calling him in the middle of the night because you’re scared)

contains: bff!Jake x gn!reader | genre: angst (?), fluff | tw! crying, the reader is being followed (stay safe guys) | wc: 0,5k

reblogs, likes and comments are highly appreciated!!!

Hurriedly you ran to your front door, knuckles white from the strong grip on your keys. Stress flooded your body when you couldn’t open the door immediately, looking back you saw a stranger man on the other side of the hallway. You’ve never had any experience with stalking and anxiety took over your whole body and mind. You never thought something like that would happen after all those nights you worked till late night hours and came back home by taking night buses.

You managed to open the door and close them behind you just in time. You leaned your back on the wooden surface and felt how he banged on your door, soon hearing a few curses from the man. With shaky hands and blurred vision, you dialed the first number you thought about.

“Please answer, Jake please,” you spoke to yourself under your breath as the banging grew stronger making your head hurt.

Soon he answered with a slightly raspy voice as if he had just woken up. “Hope you have a good reason to wake me up in the middle of the night, Y/n,” he spoke half-seriously, half-jokingly. But his smile dropped as soon as he heard you, voice full of distress, cracking every once in a while.

“Jake, can you please come over?” you whispered and heard how he kept on the hop.

“I’m already on my way, I’ll be at your place in 5.” Your heart calmed down only to feel anxious caused by another series of stranger’s kicks on your door.

You cried silently and covered your mouth to not let any sound get out of your lips. Phone still in your hand you noticed he didn’t hang up.

“It’ll be okay, Y/n. I’m almost there,” he reassured you, voice faint from the distance between you and your phone. You just nodded your head slowly as if he could see you.

His voice rang in your head loud and clearly, you didn’t even notice when the man left.

“Y/n I’m outside.” You heard Jake’s voice both in your phone and echoing in the hallway.

You opened your door with a swing and fell straight into his embrace.

“Hey, it’s okay, I’m here,” he said slowly tracing soft patterns on your back.

He closed the door behind him swiftly and engulfed you in an even more comforting hug. He waited patiently for you to calm down, patting your head continuously. Once he heard your breath stabilize, he pulled out and looked straight into your eyes. That’s when you noticed his attire, as if he just jumped out of bed, hair still messy, shoelaces not bothered to be tied up.

“Do you want to tell me what happened?” he asked softly.

You wiped your tears and took a long breath. “I was coming back home when I realized that some man was following me, so I ran but he ran after me, and then followed me even here, and then banged on my door,” you spoke incoherently.

“Wait, wait. What? Y/n you need to call the police, who knows what he wanted to do?” Jake said reasonably.

“Can you just hold me a bit longer? Please?” you whispered the last word, feeling how tears brimmed in your eyes again.

He didn’t answer and just did as you pleased. Holding you firmly in his arms, just like he wanted to say: “As long as I’m here, no one can hurt you”.

thank you for reading! back to the masterlist

[mymelodymia]

having a nightmare Mike Schmidt x sister!reader

Summary: you have a nightmare but your big brother is there to help you <333

Warnings: nightmare, crying, death mentioned,

A/N: I WANT HIM TO BE MY BIG BROTHER SO BAD ITS MOT EVEN FUNNY 😫 *y/n is like 12 here*

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You screamed as you sat up quickly in your twin sized bed. Your breath was out of control and you could hear your heartbeat pounding in your ear.

Mike, your big brother, somehow heard your scream through his earphones. He ran into your room as fast as he could, thinking something was wrong. (Protective big brother mode activated)

Jogging over to you he quickly got a hold of your shaking figure, "what happened, whats wrong are you okay? Hey...." he said as you started sobbing. He held you close, rubbing your back as he listened to the pained sobs coming from you.

he had trouble not crying himself, he had never seen you have a nightmare this bad before. He assumed it was something about Freddy's. You had developed some trauma from the near death experience.

"They...me, and-and abby w-we were both..." you attempted to say in between sobs. "You were both what, what happened" Mike asked you in a soft tone, growing inpatient.

"Dead! Dead mike, we were both dead...." you yelled. Mike took a moment to think about this, before returning his mind back to calming you down.

He pulled away from you for a moment to lock eyes with you. He cupped one of your tear-stained cheeks, rubbing it with his thumb. "Dont worry, i wont let that happen...ever." he reassured you.

He continued comforting you until you stopped crying. He leaned back holding you in his arms. Pulling your blanket over the two of you, he hummed you to sleep while playing with your curly locks.

He fell asleep there too soon enough. The next morning he woke up before you, he walked back to his room and did a small morning workout.

He made you your favorite breakfast in order to cheer you up. You woke up to the smell of pancakes, and bacon. You hopped out of bed, heading to the kitchen to greet your big brother.

He looked up at you after you came into his vision. You smiled at him, though you hardly remembered the night before, you still remembered the nightmare and how he held you after it.

He flashed you a warm smile, extending one of his arms to hug you. You wrapped your arms around his waist as he held you close one again.

"Do you even remember what happened last night?" He asked, taking his attention off of the pancake sizzling on the pan.

"Not really. But, i remember the nightmare vividly, and how you stayed with me after it." He squeezed you a bit tighter after that, flipping the pancake.

After breakfast he dropped you off at school, but before you had even opened the door, he pulled you into a soft embrace. Hugging you, he kissed the top of your head.

When you got home, you saw Mike preparing your favorite meal. You walked up to him as he turned around to wash his hands (he cracked an egg, hehe) you threw your arms around him tightly.

"Thank you, for everything you did today mike. I love you" you said, holding back tears. "I love you too y/n."

"Mike, why dont you make this more often?" Abby asked, stuffing her face. You all giggled at her, you gave Mike another smile.

A few hugs and kisses before bed too.

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A/N: this is my first time writing for fnaf so please don't come at me.

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[theidiotwhowritesthings]

A Fresh Start [13]

Din Djarin x F!Reader

Warnings: sick child, medical procedures, anxiety, reliving past traumas, panic and fear about losing a loved one

Word Count: 3,439

Summary: When you made plans for your future they never involved being hired by a Mandalorian to baby-sit his adorable, green gremlin of a child. However, after your life fell apart in the span of one disastrous night, you found it to be the only feasible option you had left. Nevarro was a far cry from Coruscant, but the thriving community turned out to be exactly what you needed. Every day you spend in Nevarro you fall more and more in love with your new life, but when your past rears its ugly head you find that perhaps peace wasn’t meant for everyone.

A/N: HEY MY DUDES. THIS IS IT. THIS IS THE CHAPTER THAT INSPIRED IT ALL. I pictured the scenes in this chapter in my head, wanted to write it, but I knew in order to have the emotional impact I wanted it to have i had to build a full ass story around it and I did lolol.

Thanks to all who have shared their love! This is like my fourth update in four days but unfortunately that will slow a bit this weekend. I’m crazy busy this weekend so it might not be until next week that you get a real update.

Ch. #13: THE DANGER HAS PASSED, CYAR’IKA

Chapter Summary: You must relive your past in order to save your future.

“She was powerful,

not because she wasn’t scared

but because she went on so strongly,

despite the fear.”

-atticus

After deciding to go to the clinic, you paused only to tuck your blaster into the back of your waistband before sprinting out the door. It would take you at least fifteen minutes to get to the clinic, and that was if you ran the entire way. Hot wiring and stealing the neighbor’s speeder bike? That would take you two minutes top. A talent you had Tatooine to thank for. 

When you set Grogu in the speeder’s basket, so your hands would be free, he screamed. A mixture of unintelligible cries and ‘Ma’ over and over again. Hands trembling, you got the bike going and jumped on. It maybe wasn’t the safest to drive with Grogu in your arms, but you couldn’t bear to not hold him. The streets were bare of anyone and everyone. There had been no city wide siren for a warning, like Coruscant had, but the word about the pirates must have got around. 

Everyone was hiding.

As predicted, you got there in a quarter of the time on the speeder bike and when you reached the clinic you hopped off before it came to an actual stop. The bike ended up slamming into the clinic wall without someone to turn it away, but you were already halfway through the door. Just like the rest of Nevarro, it was bare. 

“Hey!” You screamed as you reached the empty front desk of the waiting room. “Daelar! Where the kriff are you!?” A woman, a young Twi’lek, poked her head out from around the corner. “You!” She jumped at your tone. “Get me Daelar right now.”

“He’s not here, ma’am.” She shook her head.

Whatever. You didn’t have time to chase that bastard. “Fine. Where’s the med droid!?”

“Broken.” She admitted. “If this is an emergency I can call a shuttle to take you off world.”

You felt the blood leave your face, your heart stopped in your chest, breath caught in your lungs. The words slipped from your mouth, aghast, “What did you just say?”

“Daelar left off world hours ago, and the droid has been malfunctioning since yesterday.” She repeated. “But I can…”

She was still talking. Her mouth was moving, but all you could hear was Grogu’s whimpering cries and a high pitched whine that filled your head⏤ as if a bomb had gone off and left you deaf to the world. Daelar left? He left off world knowing the droid was broken? Knowing that he’d be leaving all of this world without a healer? 

“How long for a shuttle?” You demanded. “How long to get to the⏤ How long!?”

“An hour tops, I would guess, but I cannot guarantee⏤”

“No, no, no.” You moaned. Even if that time estimate was accurate it was too long. Grogu was getting hotter and hotter, his cries getting weaker and weaker, and you hated the way his eyelids fluttered weakly. You shook your head. “Unlock the doors for me. I need to get back there.”

“I’m sorry. That’s for medical personnel only.” She replied. She set her hands on the desk.

“I don’t care.”

“Ma’am⏤”

Without blinking, you pulled the blaster out from the back of your waistband and leveled it at her. Her eyes widened in panic. Hands shot up in surrender. You chose to leave the safety on. You didn’t want to hurt this woman, but you weren’t going to let her stand in your way either.

“Here’s what’s going to happen.” You seethed. “That door will be unlocked, I will have access to the medical supplies, and I am going to save my son. This is going to happen regardless of the decision you make right now, but it’ll be easier for all of us if you help.”

She nodded once and you lowered the blaster. The Twi’lek hurried to the side door and you followed her. She used her hand print to open the door into the emergency medical bay. The large room had four cots in total, and the side wall was made up entirely of glass cabinets where you could see supplies and ingredients. You quickly set Grogu on the closest cot and the fact that he didn’t even react to being set down sent a sharp strike of fear through you.

“Hey, what’s your name?” You shouted back at the girl while hooking up Grogu to the vitals machine.

“Aayla.”

“What’s your training?”

“I’m⏤I’m new to this. I’m a tech.”

No official medical training, but a tech would be helpful. You pointed to her, voice clear and loud, to get your order heard. “Aayla, get four ice packs. I want one under him, on top of him, and on either side. I need to cool him down quickly. Understand?”

She nodded and turned to the supplies to get the ice packs. The vitals machine began to blare, and your head snapped back to look at it. Heart rate was much too fast, even for Grogu who ran high naturally. His oxygen level was hovering on the lower end of normal. His temperature though⏤ Maker⏤ it was 102 degrees and you watched in horror as the decimal point next to it changed from 3 to 7. It was still steadily rising. 

The sound of his whimpers, the blaring of the machine, you felt stuck. You were trapped in that moment once more watching Soran die. You shouldn’t have been her physician. It was too personal.

This was so much worse.

Aayla returning with the ice packs was what snapped you back to reality. You were scared, terrified, but you couldn’t afford to be. You swallowed every ounce of it and forced yourself to move. You needed to act. 

You had told Din it was normal for parents to panic, but you couldn’t.

Your next movements were a blur of muscle memory. It didn’t matter that this clinic was unfamiliar to you. Training kicked in and you moved like a woman possessed. Fluids first. You grabbed a bag and set it in the cooler before returning to Grogu with IV gear.

“Aayla.” You sent her to the supplies and called out all the materials and supplies you would need to compound the medicine. While shouting them out, you began to attempt to start an IV on Grogu. It wasn’t easy. His arm was small, his veins smaller. It took you three tries before you finally got it in. Aayla had brought over all the items requested and you sent her for the fluids you set in the cooler. “Clip it in, and hang it.”

Aayla confirmed the order and you stepped aside to begin to work. You needed an antipyretic first. The rising fever was the most dangerous aspect of Grogu’s sickness right now. Any higher and he could start to have seizures⏤ any higher and his body could shut down. Anxiety crawled up your spine and latched to your mind. It had been so, so long since you compounded anything. What if you messed this up? No. You didn’t have time to doubt yourself. Go with your gut. Trust yourself. 

When you added the last ingredient the liquid turned from clear to an electric blue and relief flooded your body. Aayla watched intently as you hurried back over and connected the vial of antipyretics to a medigun. You pressed the clean needle to Grogu’s outer thigh and pulled the trigger. All of the liquid disappeared and you set the gun aside.

 “How do you know how to do all this?” Aayla gasped.

“I’m a doctor.” You answered mechanically. 

Now, you needed an antibiotic. Same process. Different ingredients. You wanted to cover as many bugs as possible, go as broad as you could, and then once Grogu was stable the coverage could narrow to something more specific. It took you about the same time to make the antibiotic and when the liquid turned the shade of purple it was supposed to be you rushed back to Grogu’s side.

Aayla held up the medigun when you went to search for it and you realized she had replaced the needle with a fresh one and sanitized the entire thing. You thanked her and injected this one into Grogu’s opposite thigh. Fluids. Antipyretics. Antibiotics. That was all you could do. 

Now, it was out of your hands.

Din’s entire body ached, and he was exhausted. The only reassuring thought being that the fight was over, and he could go home. Home to Grogu. Home to you. As much as he still wanted to have that talk, he wondered if he could convince you to hold off until tomorrow. All he wanted right now was to crawl into bed with you and his son in his arms. Granted, he might need to have the talk before inviting you into his bed again. Details, details. Din just needed to get home, and you’d have a plan⏤ you’d know what to do.

 Clearing the rest of the ex-Imperial base had gone very well. When only two pirates were left standing they both surrendered. Din figured this could be used to their advantage. Pirates were hardly the loyal kind. A little squeezing and they could possibly find where Gorian Shard liked to hide. Granted, that was more along the lines of a bounty hunter’s thoughts than a Marshal’s. Din chose to come back with Mayfeld and Cara to shove the two pirates into the cells. They could be dealt with in the morning. 

“Good job today.” Din grunted, already moving toward the door, “Stay home tomorrow. Rest. I’ll work the shifts.”

“Don’t be ridiculous.” Cara scoffed. “We can still come in.”

“Uh, speak for yourself.” Mayfeld chimed. Din was halfway down the hall when Mayfeld called out for him. Din’s feet came to a stop and he heaved an audible sigh. This really was the day that would not end. “Boss man! Seriously! Get in here now!”

Din jogged back, happy that his helmet wouldn’t show just how annoyed he was right now, and when he re-entered the room both Cara and Mayfeld were crowded around a holopad. Cara glanced up and the look on her face filled Din’s stomach with lead. “An intruder alarm was set off while we were out. From the clinic.” Din’s entire body stiffened. No. He was jumping to conclusions. You promised you’d stay in the house, he called Daelar to go to you. There was no way you and Grogu could’ve been there while someone broke in. “You should see this.”

Mayfeld flipped the holopad around at her words and Din’s eyes focused on a security feed. A young Twi’lek girl stood behind the front desk with her hands raised in surrender while a familiar figure wielding a familiar blaster aimed the end at her chest. Din would recognize your voice anywhere, in any setting, at any time. Even with the security feed adding in a garbled white noise under it all, he knew your voice.

“⏤supplies, and I am going to save my son. This is going to happen regardless of the decision you make right now, but it’ll be easier for all of us if you help.”

He lifted his gauntlet to check his communicator link. What was going on? Why hadn’t you called? His eyes widened when he realized the circuitry in his vambrace was dead. No, no, no. He slammed his other hand into it as if that would miraculously fix it, but it stayed dead. The taser. Dank farrik. He should’ve been paying attention. Din had lost contact with you hours ago and was only just now realizing it.

Din spun on his heel and took off down the hall in a sprint. Cara and Mayfeld were calling out to him, he could hear footsteps following, but he didn’t pause and wait. The clinic was right down the road. He needed to get there. Din needed to be there⏤ now.

You had pulled over a stool and sat by the cot’s side. One hand resting on the half melted ice pack on Grogu’s belly and the other holding his tiny hand. Then you waited on baited breath. Aayla was moving about the room, cleaning you thought, but all you could do was stare at the young boy who looked so small on such a large cot.

“Please, please. Oh, Maker, please.” You mumbled the pleas under your breath⏤ willing the universe to bend to your will. Grogu was your first patient since Soran. If anything happened to him you wouldn’t survive it. You barely survived losing Soran. Kriff, it could be argued that a part of you didn’t. You watched Grogu’s chest rise and fall. ‘Please, please, please.’ You were pleading⏤ begging. If you thought it would help you’d get on your knees and scream at the sky.

Finally, the machines chirped and when you looked up from Grogu to read the numbers you saw his temperature had fallen two full degrees. Your lower lip quivered, relief slamming into you, and it took all your strength to not crumple to the floor.

Din barreled through the clinic’s doors⏤ hard enough that he accidentally shattered the glass as it slammed into the wall. The Twi’lek he had seen on video popped her head around the corner with wide eyes. She held her hands out.

“You’re the Marshal.” She shook her head. “I’m sorry. I hit the alarm because a woman came in⏤”

“Where is she!?” He barked.

“This is a misunderstanding. I don’t want to press charges⏤ she’s actually a doctor and⏤”

“Where⏤”

Cara slid in behind him and blurted. “That’s his son and wife. Let him through.”

The girl nodded in understanding, and Din couldn’t even spare a thought toward the title Cara had given you. The clinic worker pointed through a set of double doors and Din stormed past her without another second of hesitation. The back room was filled with cots and shelves of medical supplies.

Sitting in the corner though, he saw Grogu lying on a cot with an IV in his arm and connected to the machine on the wall. Din didn’t recognize all the numbers and symbols, but they were all written in a neutral green rather than a dangerous red. Right by his bed, you were perched on a stool with your hands holding onto Grogu while your head rested on the cot. At the sound of his arrival into the room, you lifted your head and your eyes widened. Din rushed toward you and you stood up so fast the stool fell to the floor. 

“He’s okay now. He’s stable.” You blurted. “Daelar never brought me the⏤ the medicine. Grogu spiked a fever and got worse, I tried to call⏤”

“My communicator broke. I’m so sorry.” Din leaned over the cot and cautiously ran a hand over his son’s head. Grogu didn’t look sick right now. He just looked like he was sleeping. Snoring softly without a single cough. “The fever⏤”

You spoke up. “It broke maybe twenty minutes ago? It’s normal now. All his vitals are. I gave him antipyretics and antibiotics for whatever infection he has. He’s stable.” Din let out a sigh of relief and he bowed his head to lightly tap against Grogu’s. Your voice shook. “He’s stable.”

Din slowly lifted his gaze to look to you. You had never looked so small before. Panic and fear still shone bright in your eyes despite the air of confidence you were trying to push out. Your arms were wrapped around your own body. Din took a step toward you and you flinched. 

“Cyar’ika.” He whispered. “It’s okay.” You nodded once⏤ swallowed hard. “You said it yourself. Grogu is stable. He’s safe.” Your lower lips quivered and he watched you bite down on it. Din took another step and held his hand out to you. “You saved him. You. You did this⏤ you saved him.” Tears collected in your eyes and you lifted your gaze to the ceiling as if to avoid looking directly at him. Din knew you must have been a storm of genius confidence just like he saw you last night. He had seen the video of you holding a stranger at blaster’s end to get the supplies you needed. Din also knew that sometimes it was easy to take action, grab ahold of the danger, and let your body act while your mind took a backseat. Instinct took over. When that happened, it was hard to slip back into reality. To relax. “It’s over now. The danger has passed, Cyar’ika.” Din set his hands on your arms. “Talk to me.”

Your eyes snapped to meet his and those collected tears streamed down your face. You shook your head, voice shaky and pained, “I was so scared, Din.” 

He was already pulling you into his chest at the same time that you leaned into him. Din cupped the back of your neck, squeezing in reassurance, as you buried your face in the crook of his shoulder. You sobbed into his neck⏤ tears soaking into his cloak. He whispered that everything was okay and his words slipped out in Mando’a out of habit. Din added in Basic. “You did so good, ner kar’ta.”

“I was so scared I was going to mess up.” You clung to him so tightly. As if he was the only thing anchoring you here. “He was so sick and I⏤I haven’t done this in so long. I was terrified⏤ He⏤If he⏤ If he died⏤” Din didn’t even like thinking along those lines. You suddenly pulled your face away from him, but Din wouldn’t let you get far. He kept you caged in his arms. You shook your head. “I⏤I didn’t want him to end up like Soran.” Your words came out between harsh sobs. “I didn’t want to be the reason somebody I loved died again.”

If Din wasn’t the kind to pay attention then your words would have been nonsensical. However, he knew you were hiding from something. He knew you had a past that led to a terrible injury. And he knew your name wasn’t Soran. The way you screamed it out that night he woke up. Plus, half the time when he called out to you using that name you never answered. Din got more response from calling you ‘Cyar’ika’. He knew all of this, he just didn’t care. Who you were didn’t matter to him. You mattered to him. You in this moment. You in his arms.

Din tore off his gloves, something he’d never do outside of the safety of his ship or home, but he needed to touch you. He needed you to feel the warmth. Din cupped your face tenderly, using his thumbs to swipe away the lingering tears. He leaned forward and pressed his forehead softly to rest against yours.

“I don’t know your history, I don’t know your past, but here’s what I do know.” Din spoke slowly, enunciated every single word so it would be seared into your mind. “You are an incredible woman. Smart, beautiful, brave⏤ You never cease to amaze me, and there is nobody in this galaxy that I would trust Grogu with over you.” The words rang true as they left his lips. It wasn’t a simple comfort. It was a declaration. “Every single day I leave my home, I know⏤ without a doubt⏤ that I am leaving Grogu in the most capable hands other than my own.”

“Din…” You breathed.

Maker, he wanted to kiss you. It wasn’t a desire born of lust. Not this time. Din wanted to press feather light kisses against every inch of your face. Use his lips to brush away your tears, to stop your lip from quivering, to chase away your fear. Never, in his entire life, had his helmet felt like such a restriction to him. A wall of beskar keeping him from bringing you the comfort you needed. The comfort he wanted to give.

“I trust you, and all tonight does is prove that I was right.” Din said. “You saved Grogu. Not me, not anyone else. You.” You took in a slow breath, the first steady one he had seen from you since he got here, and he felt his entire body relax at the sound. “Thank you. Just thank you.”

“Don’t thank me for that.” You replied. “I’d do anything for him. Anything, Din.”

“I know.” 

“I’d…” You paused. Your eyes closed and Din found himself missing the color. Even for the brief moment it was missing. “I’d do anything for you too.” Your eyes opened once more and the panic and fear had faded. Leftover tears clung to your eyelashes, but he was staring into eyes he recognized⏤ eyes filled with so much kindness and care that his knees felt weak. “I love Grogu and I… You…”

Din nodded and pulled away from your face so he could tuck you into his chest. His arms wrapped around you as he set his head atop yours. Din needed to feel more of you. He ran a hand up and down your spine, “You’re important to me as well, ner kar’ta.”

For the first time since he left the house this morning, Din felt at peace.

mando’a translations

Cyar’ika: Darling, sweetheart

Ner Kar’ta: My Heart

[ikeromantic]

Hello!

Wanted to send a fun a little ask from the prompts you posted!

Clavis

Pit trap

Black licorice

A little thought I had.

( nothing SUPER specific bit thought I'd share anyway) But please, do whatever you feel would fit the choices and scenario best!!

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MC is mad at clavis for who knows what, like REALLY mad and clavis just wants to fix it as soon as possible. He can't have his lovely MC mad at him forever after all!

So maybe after trying desperately to talk to her, they both accidentally end up in one of his traps that he had forgotten about. Certainly, I would give them time and space (lol) to talk things out, however upsetting the conversations may be. But it's necessary, and they get through it

You know I adore Clavis ^_^ Here is approx 1300 words of Clavis in a pit trap of his own making . . . a little angsty, a little sweet, a little salty. IkePri New Years Event story!

“I’m not your toy.” She stomped her foot, fists clenched at her sides. Despite her fearsome stance, her eyes were damp with unshed tears.

Clavis chuckled. “My dear, of course you’re my toy. Why else would I play with you, hm? Think about it.” He hoped to tease her out of this snit, and in the meantime, her reaction was simply adorable. Such ferocity!

She let out a long, slow breath, and her shoulders slumped. “You know what? I’m not doing this tonight. I’m tired and I’ve had too much to drink.” Her hand swiped at her eyes, wiping away a tear before it fell. “Goodnight, Prince Lelouch.”

“Lelouch? Since when are we on - hey! Where are you - wait!” Clavis chased after her as she rushed away, down an empty hall. She turned left, then right, trying to lose him. Which was ridiculous. This was his manor, afterall and he knew every nook and cranny. Including - “Don’t go that way! There’s a -”

His warning came too late. His lover tumbled down the hole and landed at the bottom of a pit trap. This one wasn’t too deep, but the walls were angled in and slick. Impossible to climb out of without help. 

Clavis leaned over the edge of the hole and peered down. “Are you alright?”

“Would you just leave me alone?” Her voice was full of hurt, and he though he couldn’t see her face, he was fairly sure she was crying.

He sighed, shrugged, and hopped down after her. The landing hurt a bit more than expected, and he made a mental note to add more padding to the bottom. It wouldn’t do to injure a guest, afterall. 

She looked at him, her eyes wide and her mouth open. “You have got to be kidding me. You followed me into the pit? Seriously?”

“Of course. I’m a gentleman. I can’t let my beloved fall into a pit trap by herself.” He ignored her frown and rolled eyes. 

“Great. So now I’m stuck with you.” She crossed her arms and slumped to the floor where she could rest her head against her knees. 

The position reminded Clavis of a hedgehog, all rolled up, every angle warning him not to touch. Which, of course, made him want to touch even more. Besides, he felt . . . unsettled. She was truly upset with him and it was a bit like having a pebble in your shoe. If the pebble was a hot knife and the shoe in question was your heart. 

“Just until morning. Cyran always does a full check of all operational traps. He’ll find us.”

“Great,” she muttered. 

“It really is! Now I have you in a place where you can’t run away.” Clavis knelt down beside her. 

She peeked at him over her knees. “What do you want, Prince Lelouch?” She said his name and title like an insult, and from her it really did hurt. 

“I want to know why you’re so - so -” his mind ran through possible words. Hurt. Angry. Sad. “bad at taking a joke.” Clavis seized on that one, the one that didn’t make his chest tight and his eyes ache. The one that didn’t whisper, she will leave you too, in the quiet parts of his mind. 

“A joke?” She raised an eyebrow. “You told that nobleman I’m your plaything. Your words! And I . . .” she took a deep breath, wiping furiously at her face as the tears began to fall in earnest. “I thought I meant more than that to you.”

You do. The words didn’t come out aloud though. “I did say favorite plaything. You see? You’re very important to me.”

“See? That. Right there.” She stopped trying to erase the tears and just let them fall. “I like your sense of humor. Your adventurousness. I like that I never know what to expect from you. You upend everything. Turn all the rules on their heads.”

“Yes. I am a very amazing and wonderful prince . . .” Clavis cocked his head. He hadn’t expected compliments. Didn’t understand where she was going with this.

“I love you. I love all those things about you.”

He nodded. “And I love you.”

She gave an exasperated sigh. “But you act like I’m just a toy you own. Replaceable. Something you’ll play with until it breaks and then go out and get a new one. And even if - if you don’t mean it -” Her tears turned into heart rending sobs and the words, whatever they might have been, were lost.

“But . . . there is only one you.” Clavis set a hand on her leg and was surprised when she brushed it away.

“Th-that nobleman doesn’t think so!” Her eyes were red-rimmed, cheeks flushed with emotion. “H-he thinks you can go to town and p-pick up any common girl. I’m j-just some worthless piece of p-pretty trash!” 

Clavis felt his heart clench in his chest. Was this what she thought he meant? Was this how she felt? Her words cut into him, a wound that bled like fire. “I . . .”

“I can’t do this anymore,” she added quietly. 

That calm statement froze his insides. Ice and fire together, burning him. Clavis didn’t care what some nobleman thought of his lover. But her hurt was real. He wondered how long this sorrow and anger had been eating at her. And he hadn’t noticed. He felt dumbstruck. A fool, just as Chev always said. 

“W-when Cyran comes . . . I’m just going t-to take my things. And go.” She sniffled. 

The air left his lungs, and for a moment Clavis was truly struck dumb. He struggled to breathe, to speak. Everyone he loved, left. He would be alone again. “No.”

She pushed the hair out of her face. “What?”

“No.” Clavis reached out and grabbed her hands, ignoring the way she tried to pull back. “I won’t let you go.”

“What are you going to do, tie me up?” A rebellious smile appeared under her tears. 

He smiled back, his heart thudding in his chest. “If I have to.” Clavis swallowed. He hated showing his genuine emotion, his soft heart, but for her . . . anything. “But first, I - I’m sorry.”

Her eyebrows shot up. 

“I’m sorry for calling you my plaything in front of someone too ignorant to understand what that means to me.” He squeezed her hands gently in his. “You are my toy, my most favorite diversion. My very own, irreplaceable, priceless, one of a kind, beautiful, smart, silly, amazing -”

“Clavis, you’re being excessive.” She frowned at him but he noticed her tears were drying up.

“I am never excessive. As I was saying - amazing, wonderful, sweet -” he cleared his throat, “woman, that I love. And I can’t -” he coughed again, “I can’t imagine doing without you.”

Her gaze softened, the anger and sadness in her eyes wavering. 

“Please. Stay by my side?”

“I . . . I don’t know. People are always going to think I’m only in it because of who you are. For the money and privilege.”

Clavis snorted. “No one who knows me will think that. Besides, who cares what idiots say? We’ll just sic Chev on them. Tell him they dog-eared a book page or something.”

She laughed then, and he knew he had her. Relief flowed through him like warm honey, sweet and thick and golden. “I don’t know if I’d want them to die like that,” she mused.

Her smile was everything, he thought. “Well, maybe not dog-eared then. Perhaps . . . cracked the spine a bit? Dropped some coffee on it? No?”

“Pretty sure all of those are a Chevalier death sentence.” She paused and took a shaky breath. “This is why you’re so bad for me, you know? I can be rightly pissed off at you, and you still make me smile.” She shook her head. “It’s bad for my heart.”

“Well. I like your smile. And you are cute when you’re angry so . . . I’m not sorry. I can’t ever be sorry.” Clavis smiled at her. “As long as I get to keep you by my side.”

[conradfisherismine]

Why not me? Part 1?

TW: unloving mother towards reader, Conrad being a dick

Conrad fisher x reader

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Sitting with my head resting on the wall I flush the toilet. That’s the third time I’ve thrown up today. Knowing that I’m pregnant just makes me want to cry, not because I don’t want the baby but more so the fact that my sister can’t decide witch brother she wants. The one that took my virginity away and got me pregnant all in one night, or the one that kinda looks like a puppy. Don’t get me wrong I love jere but he does look like a lost puppy sometimes.

I don’t even know what going on with Conrad, one day he’s fucking me and the next morning “it was a mistake and never should have happened.” Who fucking takes someone’s virginity and then drops them. URGGGGGGG. He makes me so mad sometimes. The only person who knows I’m pregnant is Steven, he barged in the bathroom when I was taking the test; then waited with me once he found out what happened.

Let me take us back a bit to when we arrived to the house.

Getting out of the car I take a nice long breath in, “I’m finally home.” I mumble to myself. Not that anyone would have payed attention to anything I say anyway, my family doesn’t care about me much… well except for Steven Susannah came bolting out of the house at full speed. “ they’re here!” She yelled over to the boys. Jeremiah runs over to belly, looks over her for a second the picks her up and twirls her in the air. “ awh bells I missed you so much!”

Few moment later

“You know what time it is” Steven says with the smirk visible in his voice. “Belly flop time!!!” The three boys scream at the absolute top if they’re lungs. Belly tries to make a run for it but Conrad catches her. Urg the way he grabbed her waist made my heart shatter. I’ve loved Connie since before I can remember, my sister claims to have loved him since we were 11 but I sorta feel like that’s not true. She would always tell me that she didn’t want him and that she loved him like a brother.

Belly and I had huge glow ups this year. I let my hair grow out this winter too, I never really liked it that long anyways it just felt like the thing to do. Ignoring the fact that neither of the boys said hi to me, I made my way inside hopping mom and Susannah would let me talk with them for a little bit.

It’s been 10 minutes and I hear the back door open, then I see Steven and Jeremiah walk in.

“Hey y/n I missed you. Did your hair get longer?” Jeremiah says as he walks over and lightly threads his fingers thought my hair.

“Yes jere bear I’ve been growing it out over the winter, I actually kinda like it longer.” I’ve always called Jeremiah jere bear since we were little, the odd time when I’m aggravated by him or upset I’ll call him Jeremiah but other then that it’s always “jere bear” or “miah”.

All of a sudden I’m being overcome by a cold wet blanket.

“BELLY, I’m going to kill you!”

“Jeez calm down y/n/n” Conrad mumbles

Belly finally lets go after some bickering and I run upstairs to get changed, I’m suddenly felling self conscious once I get into my room and look in the mirror. My white top is completely see through and you can see all my stretch marks.

So many bad thoughts start running through my head;” he’s never going to want you” or ” you look ugly”oh and the best one”just kill yourself they would all be better without you anyway”. My feet feel planted into the floor, it feels like theres quick sand under my feet and me going further into the sand the more the bad thoughts get to me.

Knock knock knock

“One second!” I call out as I quickly through a sweater on.

“Come in”

“You alright y/n, you seemed stressed out earlier when belly was hugging you.” Steven expressed his concern as he made his way over to my bed.

“Yea, I’m fine she was just getting me wet and I didn’t like it. Plus i was wearing a white shirt, last time I checked white plus water equals see through.” I say with sass loaded in my voice.

“Whatever,I’m out.” God he confuses me sometimes.

Time skip to after dinner

I haven’t really touched anything on my plate but no one says anything to me anyways they just keep taking to each other, that is until I stand up and go to walk away.

“Y/n where are you going, you know not to leave the table till everyone left and you have cleared the table.” My mom sneers. I just sit back down not wanting to escalate the situation. Jere looks at me with a glint of pity but it’s quickly gone when belly starts talking to him again. After everyone’s gone and left their dishes on the table even tho Susannah insisted on helping me, mom just dragged her away telling them that this was my job from now on. God I feel so unloved. After I’ve put the dishes in the dish washer, put the leftovers in containers in the fridge, and cleaned the table I finally get to relax. I make my way outside thinking I would be the only one out there at this time at night, only to find Conrad sitting at the edge of the pool smoking a joint.

“Thought you said smoking was for losers and it made you dumber.”

“I did that was before I found out how good it made me feel.” We went back and forth a little bit then after a while he patted the spot next to him.

“Sit you must be tired of standing by now.”

I pull up the bottom of my pants a bit then take a seat next to him putting my feet in the pool. Maybe feeling so unloved was why I let it happen but what I remember was Conrad saying all these things that made me think he wanted me, then me being in he’s bed. He slowly started to take my clothes off knowing it was my first time and what I thought was an act of kindness must not really have been. After getting me down to just my panties he looks up at me for consent and I nod my head you can imagine the rest.

1 month later/ present time

I brush my teeth and leave the bathroom wishing I didn’t let that day happen, I go back to my room curl up in bed with my blanky yes I’m a 16 year old who still has a blanket., and start crying the tears feel like they’re never going to stop. I feel the bed dip beside me and I try to hold in my tears till I realize it’s Steven and he closed the door behind him, then I just turn over into his embrace and cry as he rubs my back.

“I heard you throwing up, I had to come make sure you were ok.” He whispers loud enough I can hear it but not loud enough someone else will hear.

“Susannah wanted me to come ask you if you wanted to come mini putting with us and on my way up I heard but didn’t want to disturb you.”

“Okay” my voice comes out all raspy from all the crying I’ve done.

“Good get dressed wipe those tears I know you’re sad about what happened but he doesn’t deserve your tears.” I nod as I wipe my face and get up making my way to my closet, Steven makes his way out of my room.

I walk down the stairs to see everyone putting their shoes on and getting ready to go when Susannah sees me.

“Y/n I’m glad you decided to join us, I was a little worried when I heard you throw-“. Steven doesn’t let her finish asking if we should go now that I’m ready. We end up deciding to take two cars to fit everyone.

“ I call driving!” Belly kinda screams.

“Ha funny. No!” Mom says sarcastically. “I’m driving beck can sit passenger, belly, Steven and Jeremiah can sit in the back.”

“ Wait mom i don’t thi-“

“No arguing Steven I don’t want that stupid brat in my car any longer then she has to be and Conrad knows how to drive so they’ll be fine.” Mom says with a tone so calm but strict that I flinched.

“ I’m sorry y/n/n, it’ll be okay just don’t talk to him.” Steven whispers in my ear. I look over at Conrad but he seems upset that I was looking at him, not that I’m surprised he hasn’t really talked to me since that night. When he does it’s just snide remark’s about the way I’m eating or sitting or really anything that involves me being in the same room as him. It makes me cry at night thinking about that night and how nice and “loving” he was, turns out I was just stupid and naive. Jeremiah must have seen me look at the floor and sigh that I was gonna be alone with Conrad cuz he cherps up

“ I’ll go with con and y/n/n.”

“No you don’t have to jere. You can come with us don’t feel obligated to be with that pig.” My mom says like she really cares about him not being with me.

“ I don’t even think Connie should be with her but someone unfortunately invited her so someone has to drive her there.”

“ If it’s such a problem I can stay here.” I whisper like if I talk any louder I’ll be in trouble.

“There will be no such thing happening y/n, you are coming with us. Laur stop being so mean to your daughter.” She says lovingly towards me then strictly to my mom.

“ I want to go with them it’ll be okay” Jeremiah says confidently without hesitation.

The 2 fisher boys sitting up front with me in the back. This is better than sitting up front with him I guess.

“Could you get your big fat head off my window.” Conrad snaps at me. I flinch. I can feel the tears in my eyes I mumble a sorry and just remove my head from the window looking down at my hands.

“That wasn’t very nice Conrad.” Jeremiah exclaims.

“It’s okay I’m used to it miah.” I whispered lightly. Conrad seems taken aback by what I said but just keeps his eyes on the road.

Jeremiah sighs “ You shouldn’t be. I don’t get why Laurel treats you the way she does.”

“ Cause I’m worthless, and I’m not good enough for anyone. It’s always gonna be belly. Right Conrad.” I mumble feeling the tears streaming down my face. Conrad just scruffs.

When we get to the mini putt I wait for everyone before grabbing a golf club. I grab the one with the purple end. Steven hands me a purple ball he knows me so well. As I start walking behind the group so no one makes anymore comments about me because I don’t think I could take anymore right this second with the pregnancy hormones and the fact that I just stopped crying. Susannah turns around and looks around as if looking for someone.

“Y/n where are you.” Then she sees me. “Oh there you are come here.” She pulls me towards her not caring about the glares she’s getting from my mom. I don’t think she wants me over here but Susannah seems content with me here so I guess I’ll stay.

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Five Little Ducks

Fandom: DC Comics, Batman

Summary: Bruce finds a magically de-aged Jason.

Chapters: 10/13

Characters: Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Zatanna Zatara

Additional Tags: De-Aged Jason Todd, Magic, Babysitting, Father-Son Relationship, Fluff and Angst, POV Third Person, Bruce Wayne is Not Okay, Bruce Wayne Tries, Jason Todd Has Issues, Childhood Trauma, TW: Self Harm

Chapter Ten: Tucked In

Jason wandered into Bruce's ballroom, where he found a box of records. Jason dug through them until he found something he liked and climbed the steps to meet the record player at the top of the stage. The table was too high to reach, so Jason stood on his tiptoes to play the record. It was a soft jazz record, something his mother would've liked. He stepped down from the stage and pretended to dance with someone while he sang to himself in the gentlest of undertones. He nearly forgot where he was, and in his moment of comfort, he sang a bit louder. Bruce crept in as far as the doorway, listening to the sweet boyish sound of Jason's voice. Jason glanced up, noticing Bruce in the doorway, and staggered back.

"No, I'm sorry. Please don't stop on my account... You've got a lovely voice," Bruce whispered. Jason rubbed his arm as he glanced at his feet. "I can leave-."

"It's-. People say I sound like a girl... And I got beat up for joining the choir at the church... My dad says that I've gotta start toughening up. The neighborhood we live in is too rough for me to be so soft," Jason mumbled. Bruce frowned.

"Jason, I-. You can't change who you are because of where you live. You're so unique, and no one should take that from you," Bruce stated thoughtfully. "Jason... You are a beautiful soul. I feel a baffling amount of joy being around you. You're fantastic." Jason chewed his lip as tears forced their way down his cheeks. "You can hug me."

Jason wrung his hands and shook his head. Bruce sighed and crouched near Jason, wiping the boy's tears away. "You're holding it all in, and I don't like that... It's alright. I've got nothing but time for your feelings," Bruce reassured. Jason met his eyes with Bruce's, and he took a breath, almost holding it in. Bruce took Jason's hands. He embraced Jason, and Jason let out a sob. "Good... Let it out."

Bruce held Jason until the crying stopped, and when he tried to pull away, he felt Jason's weight. "Oh, you're all tuckered out," Bruce whispered. He carried the young boy upstairs and tucked him in. He swept Jason's bangs out of his face and smiled. "I'm so proud of you."

"Is this your Jason?" Dick questioned.

Bruce turned to him. "When did you get here?" Bruce asked. "And no, he's not my Jason, but we're almost there. He's ten."

"He's exhausted. What'd your ten-year-old do today?" Dick asked.

"We went on a nice drive, had a rewarding talk, and came home. He likes Minecraft. A lot. We ordered a pizza and played checkers... Then I fell asleep and woke up to him singing and dancing in the ballroom," Bruce whispered.

"I got you something," Dick whispered. He walked over and clipped a tracking device onto Jason's collar. "Don't thank me, though. That was Barbara."

"Dick, don't let this go to your head... Please give me a hug," Bruce whispered. Dick smiled and embraced Bruce. "I wish I was a better father to all of you... You kids deserved so much more than what you got from me."

"Let's go talk downstairs. He'll be okay," Dick whispered. Bruce nodded. Bruce and Dick shared the rest of the leftover pizza. "What are you gonna do when he's back to normal? Are you gonna talk to him about this?"

"What if he can't remember?" Bruce whispered. "What if it all resets, and he doesn't know how hard I've tried to fix things?"

"Did you learn anything?" Dick asked.

Jason flipped off the stair rail, and Bruce hopped over the couch to get to him. "Jason!" Bruce hollered. Dick ran up the stairs and pulled the boy up. Jason started laughing.

"Jesus Christ!" Dick chastised him. "He had a harness attached to him, Bruce."

Bruce's shoulders dropped, and he ran upstairs. He took Jason in his arms and held him close. "Why would you do that?" Bruce asked. Jason shrugged, and his face changed. "I'm not mad at you... I'm not... You scared me." Bruce set Jason down and messed up his hair. "It's okay... It's-. You're thirteen years old... Why are you thirteen? What's wrong?"

Jason furrowed his brows. "I was thirteen yesterday, too," Jason whispered. "Am I not supposed to be thirteen?" Bruce crouched and held Jason's face in his palms.

"Are you feeling alright?" Bruce asked.

Jason nodded. "Who is he?" Jason whispered as he glanced at Dick.

"That's my older son, Dick. He was Robin before you... He's your big brother," Bruce introduced gently. He nudged Jason. "Dick, this is my son, Jason. He's thirteen years old."

Jason looked up at Dick and smiled. "Do you-? Is it okay-?"

"It's nice to meet you," Dick replied, "How do you like being Robin?"

Jason smiled. "I love it," Jason replied, "You don't mind me being Robin?" Dick shook his head. "Do you wanna go on patrol with us tonight? Bruce, can he?"

Bruce thought about Jason in costume, and he froze up. "Jason, I-."

"Please," Jason whispered. Bruce wanted to say no, but he couldn't. He nodded. "Cool! I'm gonna go get dressed!"

Jason darted off, leaving Dick and Bruce alone. "Don't worry, nothing's gonna happen to him," Dick whispered, "Besides, I think I know what happened to him at this age. This one's on me, Bruce."

"What?" Bruce questioned.

"Trust me... I'll be nice," Dick whispered.

"Are you admitting that you know how to be nice?" Bruce teased.

"Ha. Ha. Try to keep up, old man," Dick replied as he joined Jason in the cave. Jason jumped into Bruce's arms.

Bruce wrapped his arms around Jason. "Are you coming with us?" Jason asked.

"Not tonight, but I'll make you some cocoa when you get home," Bruce whispered, "I'll be on comms if you need me... Or if you feel like talking." He set Jason down and crouched in front of him. "I love you."

Jason's smile faded. "What'd you say?" Jason asked.

"I love you... And I mean it," Bruce whispered.

"I love you too, Bruce," Jason replied, hugging Bruce and hopping into the Batmobile before they could exchange any more words.

"Drive safe," Bruce warned Dick. Dick nodded.

"I'll bring him home before three," Dick replied, "And I'll keep a close eye on him."

"Don't let him fall asleep," Bruce added, "And don't snap at him... He only wants to impress you. Try to remember that tonight."

"Alright... I gotta go-."

"I meant what I said, Dick. You deserved better," Bruce interrupted.

"I wouldn't change a thing," Dick replied, "But if I knew there were magic spells you could use to get the model-dad Bruce experience, I probably would've done it by now."

[fandomwe1rd0]

Anyways enjoy this stories I made about Rick comforting Morty after he had a nightmare

Can't remember if I posted these before, I thought I did but couldn't find them when I searched for it soooo here ya go

Rick finally went to his room and fell on his bed; he fell asleep and a few hours later he heard a knock. He groaned, who could it be at this hour? It was midnight. He opened the door and saw Morty covered in sweat with eye bags, his eyes were bloodshot like he had just been crying, and Morty was clutching a pillow to his chest "H-hey Rick..." Morty managed to get out, Rick put his hands on Morty's shoulders and got down to his level "Jesus Christ Morty! What the hell happ*burp*ened?" Morty squeaked "I had a n-nightmare..." One part of Rick's unibrow was raised "A nightmare? You just had a fucking nightmare? Seriously are you that much of a pussy?" Morty's voice cracked "Can I please just crash with you tonight...?" Rick groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose "Morty, you're fucking 14. You're too old to be doing this shit. You can't go to your parents? They are the ones that are sup*burp*posed to deal with this shit." Morty said "Well...I would but Space Beth came over so..." Rick sighed "Fine...but you're sleeping on the floor."

Morty sighed "I-if you're going to be an asshole about it-" Rick shrugged "Just put your pillow on the floor before I change my mind." Morty nodded, went into Rick's room, and placed his pillow on the floor, "Fucking pussy..." Rick grumbled.

Morty fell asleep quickly. Rick glanced over and sighed, picking up Morty, and hoisting him over his shoulder, careful not to wake him, he put Morty on the bed, tucking him in. He got a chair, took a swig of his flask, and made sure he didn't have any nightmares.

When morning came Rick injected serum into himself to make him have the effects of a full night's sleep. He whipped it up after that whole situation with Night Summer, it was better to fall asleep normally since the serum did have some negative side effects, but whatever. He quickly changed his clothes and started shaking Morty lightly "Morty! Ugh, come on! Wake up! It's time for school!" Morty groaned "Rick you're probably just going to drag me out of school anyway, so what's the point?" Rick's unibrow furrowed "The point is, you have to at least get on the bus or your parents will bit*burp*ch at me. Now hurry up and get ready!" Rick threw a yellow shirt and blue pants at Morty and walked out.

Here's another:

Rick groaned as he flipped through the channels, how could they have literally every channel in the universe, and still have nothing interesting to watch? The dim light cast on his face as he sighed, all of a sudden he heard a noise and quickly whipped his head, getting his ray-gun ready before peeking into the kitchen. It was just Morty, he was trying to get a cup but dropped something.

Rick went over to him "You're up late Morty. It's a school night, you know your parents would blame me if you stayed up all night, why the fu*burp*ck are you up?" Morty gulped, he was covered in sweat. "I-I was getting a drink, I-I'm sorry if I woke you..." Rick tilted his head "You ok Morty?" Morty nodded "I...I had a nightmare..." Rick sighed "Seriously? A nightmare? You're 14. Fucking pussy." Morty looked down and then his eyebrows furrowed "Y-you know what I'm not taking this! Y-y-y-you're a cold unfeeling asshole, Rick!" Morty stormed off in his room.

Rick shrugged and went back to the couch. After a while Morty awkwardly stood in front of it, his eyes were bloodshot like he had just been crying, he definitely had another nightmare, after a while, Morty asked "C-can I...?" Rick shrugged and said "Whatever." Morty sat next to Rick and after a few seconds of channel hopping, Rick spared Morty a glance and extended his arm out, Morty put his head on Rick's shoulder, and Rick put his arm around Morty, using his other arm to take a sip of his flask. Eventually, Rick just went to a random channel and decided to watch that. He looked over to Morty and saw that he was already asleep. Rick turned off the tv, and fell asleep too.

[underoospeterparker]

hie ! i love ur writing, ur so talented. can i get 12,2, and 4 from the prompt list w jamie ?? love ya <3

thank you anon!! yay my first prompt req <3

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james, being very perceptive, had noticed you were feeling a bit down lately. he'd tried to keep your spirits up by taking you out on picnic and movie dates, but however how hard you tried to put a smile on your face, he still noticed your sadness.

and it wasn't sad at your life, your relationship with james, or anything in particular, really. it was just this really depressing mood that hung over you every day, settling a heavy weight on your shoulders.

you and your boyfriend were hanging out in his dorm room, you lying stomach faced down on his bed. you had gotten distracted, again, from your studies. sighing gently, you closed your book.

"princess, you okay?" your boyfriend's concerned eyes popped over the work he was doing for astronomy.

you managed to produce a small smile that didn't really reach your eyes. "yeah, i'm okay."

a comfortable silence lingered over the room, until you murmured "jamie?'" underneath your breath.

"hm?" your boyfriend looked at you, adoration written all over his features. he loved when you called him jamie.

"can i get a hug?" you asked, pink coating your cheeks.

"aw, sweetheart," he said, pausing for a second. "you don't have to ask. c'mere."

you hopped off the bed and made your way over to his chair, all but jumping into his outstretched arms. you buried your head into his sweater and he sighed happily. "love having my pretty girl in my arms," james mumbled into your hair.

at the sound of his perfect, caring voice, tears filled your eyes. you were so happy, but so unbearably sad at the same time. you couldn't understand why your boyfriend was still with you. he could have anyone he wanted, anyone, but he chose you. why?

you couldn't help the tears that rolled down your face. "hey," your boyfriend murmured, noticing the wetness on your cheeks.

you tried to hide your face from him, but he was too quick, cupping your face lightly and tilting your face up until your eyes met this. "hey, what happened, baby?"

you let out a half suppressed sob, and promptly fell into his arms again. his arms encircled you, one coming up to cup the back of your head. his heart broke at the sight of you crying. "shhh, it's okay. i'm here," james soothed you quietly. "it's okay, i promise. it's always gonna be okay."

when the tears finally dried, you leaned away from him slightly. your hand came up to wipe your eyes, but your boyfriend beat you to it. "i'm sorry," you murmured.

"don't apologise." your boyfriend scolded lightly. "you did nothing wrong. i hate seeing you in pain like this, but i'm so glad you came to me," he said.

"but-"

"shh, no buts." he put a finger on your lips to shush you, and you giggled, a small but sure smile forming on your face. your boyfriend's eyes brightened. this was the first time you had really laughed in weeks.

"i love you, jamie." you said quietly. james pulled you to his chest, chin resting on your head. he smiled.

"i love you so much, my love. to the moon and back."

[thehazbins]

OOC // It has been.... a day. Sorry, I usually try to keep things chill and fine but man I started crying because Applebee's got my order wrong. Today has been so full of bullshit, I genuinely hope tomorrow goes better or I'm gonna lose my shit. If you wanna read about my day- feel free to proceed. I won't be upset if you don't though.

First off, I couldn't sleep well last night. I fell asleep at like 5am? Woke up at 11 so I got alright sleep but it was not what I wanted. But that was fine. Didn't get time to grab breakfast before leaving for work since my partner was picking up, there was a whole car thing. But I think okay, sure.

I go to order breakfast from this fruit bowl place I like, for a solid 10 minutes door dash is saying "Pick up only." Which is annoying. Eventually it fixes and I go back, debating the restaurant but decide fuck it- I'll do the fruit bowl place. They messed up the order a few times but I was like surely I'll be better this time.

Wrong. I asked for no pineapple, extra banana. Usually this is no issue. Cheaper for them in fact. They left the pineapple, and removed the banana. This is the second fucking time. Like at least give me the regular amount of banana. Come the fuck on.

So it's fine. It's my coworkers last day at the shop so I ask him to make me a drink. A final coffee made my him before he calls it quits. Sure. Makes sense. If you saw my post earlier, you know where this is going.

He goes to leave, the coffee grinder goes weird and I have him come back and fix it since he hadn't gotten out the door. I go on about the day. Answer some questions then go over to the coffee bar and go to make a mocha. It's sticking a little weird so I get tired of the super pumping of it and grab it to clean it out. A actual small plume of green comes out of it. I just stare and pull it out. The whole length of the pump and inside of the bottle is coated in mold. So the drink I had... had that.

I basically just panic for the rest of the day. Which wasn't long but thankfully my partner was very kind and came in and chatted with me and helped me out while I cleaned. I just tossed the whole thing of chocolate sauce.

I get home, cool. We're gonna play a game a bit. I work on replies a bit then we get playing and there's no real moment to. Okay that's fine. Then we get this REALLY fun lucky break, we finish one of the events, and the world changes- so NO ONE knows we just did it. The treasure room is open too. Fuck yeah now we have an extra key. We don't know if we can unlock another but hell we're gonna try. So we grab shit annnnd then we get fucking jumped and obliterated by a PVP guy. We get one win and sell two of the more expensive items we have but that's about all we could manage.

So we're frustrated, go back to try to get revenge and the PVP guys just kill us again and we're like okay fuck off. And just- leave. Decide to hop out of the game. Dinner time, we're both hungry. We go cool we had plenty of left overs of katsu left.

JK roommates ate it all for lunch.

I'm so frustrated and trying not to be upset at roommates, it was really just like ANOTHER thing it wasn't a big deal. My partner goes. "Let's order something you want. Make the day better." So it's too late for what I really want but I settle for applebees.

My order is so fucking wrong when it gets here. I wanted just a plain cheese quesadilla. I bite into it, it's got pico or some shit on it. My partner goes out because my roommates are making dinner for one of them and they ask if I can be included.

I ended up getting alfredo but it was just... so tiring. I'm so over it. One of these would be NOTHING but all of it just kept piling on and I'm just like please for the love of stars please. Let me be.

[daddyblackjack]

Arcane Ink - Chapter 4

Authors note: A bit of angst, followed by a bit of fluff. You know the drill.

Pairing: Weskano (Albert Wesker x Vittorio Toscano)

SFW

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Vittorio couldn’t sleep. Being embraced by Albert had felt so incredibly good, and he was still hurt about the harsh way Albert had gotten up and basically kicked him out. He had suddenly become incredibly distant, as if Vittorio had done something horribly wrong. But he had thought that Albert enjoyed it when Vittorio played with his hair, and he looked so cute and peaceful when he fell asleep on Vittorio’s chest, just to be dropped like a hot rock the second he woke up again. Vittorio had had a good cry after returning to his housing. His emotions were still a mess, but he doubted he would be able to sleep anyway, even if they weren’t. Even after 600 years sleep scarcely came to him, often interrupted by nightmares, either Kovacs, Portoscuro, or the winged demon. Countless lives lost due to his incompetence to stop the violence. He considered having a look at the sketches Albert had been making of the tattoos covering his body, but he didn’t need to be reminded of him. He would have another session with him tomorrow anyway. Why had he felt relieved when Albert had agreed to continue the sessions? He would just toy with Vittorio again. As Vittorio was lost in thought, that’s when he heard a knock on the door.

When he opened it, he was in utter disbelief. Why the fuck was Albert here? “Can I come in?” Vittorio wanted to slam the door in his face. He wanted to scream all his hurt at him. Instead, he stepped to the side and motioned for him to come in. It took everything in Vittorio to suppress his anger, to not lash out, to not give into the violence. He was being tested again. Albert was standing next to him, looking at him expectantly. “What do you want?” Vittorio asked him. The edge in his voice seemed to take Albert off guard. He hesitated, it seemed as though he was taking the time to choose his words, until he finally said: “I’m having a sleepless night. I wanted to see if you were awake so we could do the session now.” Que Cazzo. Albert had said it so matter-of-factly, as if nothing had happened the night before. As if they were still only doing this for research purposes. Vittorio felt his jaw clench. Did the affection they shared mean nothing to him? Did he mean nothing to him? It was infuriating how much desire he felt for Albert, and how he seemed to toy with him. And yet Vittorio knew that he wanted to keep going, that he wanted to feel his touch again. It was the first good sleep he had had in centuries when he woke up in Albert’s arms, after all. He longed for that peacefulness. “What, right here, right now?” Vittorio asked, skepticism lining his voice. “If you don’t mind. Might as well use the time efficiently if we’re both not sleeping.” Vittorio sighed. “Fine.” Vittorio looked around, trying to figure out where it would be best to do a session in his quarters. He had a lot less room than Albert did, merely a desk with a chair and a bed. His job in the realm was to be cattle, after all. He didn’t feel comfortable with the thought of Albert hovering around him in an awkward position if he lied down on his small bed that was shoved into the corner of the room. “What part of my body do you need to work on?” He asked Albert as he considered his options. “I finished your chest and shoulders. I would work on your stomach next.” “Hmm… how about I sit on the desk, and you can sit in the chair?” Vittorio offered. Albert raised his eyebrow at him. “Will you be fine sitting without anything to rest your back against for that long?” “I’ll manage.” Vittorio said as he took his shirt of and hopped onto the desk. Albert grabbed the chair and scooted it to the desk, gently nudging Vittorio’s knees to the side. He was now practically sitting between his legs. Vittorio felt his cheeks flush. He had wanted to work in a less intimate position, but now he felt even more exposed. Albert reached over, behind Vittorio, leaning against him as he did. Vittorio immediately turned bright red and froze, but before he could ask Albert what he thought he was doing, he already pulled away, notebook in hand that had been lying on the desk behind where Vittorio was sitting. When Albert glanced up at Vittorio, he smirked but made no further comment. Albert bit off his glove as he was holding the notebook with his other hand, and gently placed his hand on Vittorio’s flank, causing Vittorio to tense up, almost flinch, at the sensation. “I need you to sit up straight.” “Sorry, your hand is cold.” And Vittorio’s sides and lower abdomen were incredibly sensitive and ticklish, and Albert had looked so hot when he took his glove off like that. Vittorio tried to straighten out but was still tense. Feeling Albert’s touch again, how he was holding his waist as he examined his tattoos felt amazing, but Vittorio didn’t want to allow himself to enjoy it. He didn’t want to be disappointed again. He shut his eyes, brow furrowed, and jaw clenched.

“Relax.” Albert told him, as he rubbed his hand along Vittorio’s waist, which send shivers through his whole body. Albert bit his lip. He enjoyed teasing Vittorio too much, he had to stop himself before he got carried away again. Vittorio was still visibly upset from the previous night, and Albert was surprised that he had even agreed to let him continue the session now in the first place. Albert apparently had Vittorio a lot tighter in his grip than he had originally thought. But using him for his own pleasure was dangerous. When they were like this, when he saw Vittorio shudder from his touch, Albert felt his own heart race. He continued tracing the scripture on Vittorio’s right flank, letting his fingers glide over the writing, feeling the tingle from the glow moving through the tattoo.

“Hey, Al?” “Yes?” Albert said as he looked up to meet Vittorio’s gaze. “Why did you kick me out?” he said, the pain that he was still feeling visible in his eyes. Albert sighed and put the notebook down. “I had to get back to work. And I had promised you that I would ensure your safety at my quarters, which I can’t do if I’m not there. So, I had to escort you back.” He left out the part about losing control of his own thoughts, the desire he had felt when he had woken up on top of Vittorio. He continued tracing where he had left off. “Are the trials really that important to you?” There was an edge in Vittorio’s voice. He needed to know where Albert’s priorities lied. If all he cared about was appeasing the entity, then he had misjudged Albert’s character. There had to be more to his answer, right? “I don’t care much for being punished, and considering that I’m one of it’s best… servants, I’ve been enjoying quite a bit of leeway.” Albert said as he continued tracing the writing. It took everything in Vittorio not to shudder at the sensation, feeling those contradicting emotions of longing and disappointment again. “The more I provide for the entity, the more equipment I gain for my research.” He continued, as he let his nail run along the outline of Vittorio’s abs, sending a shiver up his spine. Vittorio inhaled sharply. “What, are you trying to say that you’re doing this for us, killing innocent people over and over again?” Vittorio said while trying to compose himself, frustration lining his voice. “It’s my job. I’m not doing it for anyone.” “Is that all you care about?” Do you care about me at all? That’s what Vittorio really wanted to ask. Albert sighed, pushing his glasses up to rest on his hair and pinching the bridge of his nose. “What I care about is finding a way to get out of this place. And if researching the makings of this realm is made easier by being rewarded for sacrificing people, then that is what I will do.” Albert replied, sounding annoyed. “It’s not like they’re dead permanently anyway, so no harm done.” He added, muttering it under his breath. Vittorio’s jaw dropped. He believed that the survivors and killers could find a way to work together to escape, like he and Albert had, and felt that the violence and divide the entity caused between the two groups was actually hindering them from their shared goal. Yet Albert seemed to endorse it. And not only that, if what he said was true, then all he wanted Vittorio for was to use him for research purposes. He sat in silence, desperately trying not to cry, as Albert was finishing up the sketch on the tattoo on one of his abs. He would really have to consider working together with this man moving forward. “That should be enough for this session.” Albert said as he closed his notebook and got up. Vittorio sat motionless on the desk. “Well, I best get going then.” Albert said, after a moment of silence in which Vittorio didn’t respond. Good. Go. “Stay.” Vittorio felt the word escaping his mouth before he had just realized what he said. “Please.”

Stay. It hadn't been a command, or a request, or a desperate plea. It had been an invitation. Vittorio had said the word so softly, like a confession, almost too quiet for Albert to hear. Now all he heard was his heart pounding out of his ears. He thought he had pushed him away successfully, that Vittorio wouldn’t indulge him anymore, but the bittersweet sadness of his voice had nailed Albert to the floor. As if Vittorio had just cast a spell on him. Albert must have stared at him in silence for longer than it had felt, since Vittorio shifted awkwardly, and his eyes darted to the floor. “Sleeping next to you was the first sleep I’ve had that wasn’t haunted by nightmares.” “Sleeping next to you was the first sleep I’ve had at all.” Albert murmured. Vittorio’s eyes went wide as his cheeks flushed, Albert now also bright red, realizing that he had meant it. Before he could say anything else, Vittorio approached him and hugged him tightly. He said it again. “Stay.” Albert breathed in his scent, standing with him in silence for a while, his head spinning. “Fine.” Albert’s thoughts were screaming at him to leave, that he shouldn’t indulge this, that he was going weak. As he was sitting down on the bed his thoughts were yelling at himself for how pathetic he was for still craving affection, that he didn’t need those puny mortal things, that he was acting like a cretin. As he was lying down his thoughts were bellowing at him for being a failure, that he was worthless, that he had no right to call himself a god. As he pulled Vittorio into his chest, he snarled at himself to shut up. And as he inhaled Vittorio’s scent, pressing his nose into Vittorio’s hair, it was finally quiet. Vittorio seemed to reposition himself a couple of times before pulling away slightly. “What’s wrong?” Albert asked, grateful that his voice didn’t show the slight panic he felt. Had he changed his mind? “The zipper and the leather from your suit aren’t exactly comfortable to rest against.” He answered with an apologetic look on his face. “Oh, forgive me.” Albert replied, immediately feeling relieved, as he sat up and took his top off. He usually didn’t wear anything underneath, and he could see Vittorio’s eyes darting across his body. Albert realized that this was the first time Vittorio had seen him shirtless. “Like what you see?” he teased as he also took off his belt, making Vittorio blush as he turned his gaze to the floor, seemingly ashamed. Albert lied back down and motioned for Vittorio to join him. As he hesitated, Albert gently grabbed him and pulled him down towards him. He could feel Vittorio go stiff as his face was now pressed against Albert’s bare chest. His own heart skipped a beat. Feeling Vittorio’s naked torso against his, the slight tingle from the glow moving across his body, was so intense. He started rubbing Vittorio’s back and neck and felt him slowly melt into the sensation. He felt Vittorio wrapping his arms around his waist, holding him tightly, as if he was scared that Albert would disappear. Not this time. Albert thought to himself as he answered the embrace by pulling Vittorio in tighter. He felt Vittorio’s breathing slowing as he was starting to doze off, and closed his own eyes, sighing deeply. He couldn’t remember the last time, before sleeping next to Vittorio, that he had felt this peaceful. Perhaps he never had.

[sugarspunfaerie]

I really forgot to post this here? Damn.

Anyways, I posted this on my other social media accounts but I'll give a rundown here.

A few weeks ago my dog & I were attacked during our walk. We were walking home when some guy was exiting his house & 3 of his dogs escaped. Two came lunging towards Iris & I & did not stop even when the guy blew a dog whistle. They started biting at Iris & she was trying to hide behind me as she was screaming. They eventually tackled her to the ground & continued to bite her.

I was desperately grabbing them & trying to pull them off of Iris as I was screaming at them to get off of her. The guy finally came to get his dogs but the asshat took his time. He didn't come rushing over.

When he took them in he came back out & gave me a real backhanded apology. The fucker straight up said "I'm sorry. They were just trying to play."

I don't think my dog screaming/crying, baring her teeth, eyes wide & ears back as she's being tackled by two dogs twice her size biting at her is playing, asshole.

We quickly left & as soon as we turned onto our road I fell to my knees crying my eyes out apologizing profusely to Iris. She came over, sniffed me & rubbed herself against me to comfort me. I cried the rest of the way home & proceeded to continue my crying in grandma's arms.

She was /rightfully/ furious & called animal control. Everyone we know also said we needed to go forward with that because that guy very clearly hasn't trained nor socialized his fuckin dogs.

Anyways, I took Iris to the vet the next day & she was 100% unharmed. I'm so fucking thankful she's not hurt. Thank hashem for the thick harness I had her in because aside from my intervention I think the harness saved her life.

I, on the other hand...

After I calmed down from all my crying I went to hop in the shower & found a huge fucking gash on my left leg surrounded by several, huge fucking bruises. My leg was also swollen & bled like a BITCH.

I called my doctor's office to schedule an appointment & the nurse told me I needed to rush to either urgicare or the ER. I went to urgicare & thankfully it was a scratch & not a bite so as awful as it is I'm not at risk of catching anything bad from the dogs.

They gave me antibiotics so I've been taking those daily. The swelling has gone down & my scratch is healing,,, But YEESH.

Onto the last bit: I met with animal control & we did find the guy's house so they could go talk to him.

I know I have PTSD from this whole thing. I could not remember the house at all (I was glad the guy was outside when I went with animal control because seeing either him or the dogs would've been the only way I could identify the house). I can't remember how Iris sounded screaming beyond the fact it was horrifying to hear. My psychosis & depression REALLY acted up for the next week after that event & it fucking sucked.

I'm getting better. I talked to my psychiatrist earlier & will be talking to my therapist in March... But yeah. Extremely fuckin traumatic. I'm glad Iris & I are okay & got out with little to no injury.

[bakeryblood]

vampire eddie, biting kink, some sort of handcuff usage. go nuts.

Take It Easy

Pt. 1

Vampire!Eddie Munson x Male Reader

cw: Alcohol, Angst, Depression, Blood

Y/N shifted the van into park before pulling the keys out of the ignition. Starting out at the seemingly abandoned trailer home Wayne Munson and his Nephew used to reside in. Every time, every week you came it was always the same. The same melancholy mixed with existential dread washed over your body as you grabbed your bag and hopped out of the drivers seat, quickly heading up the short flight of stairs and creaking open the metal door.

No hats lined the walls anymore, no collection of mugs on display. Wayne had taken anything and everything of sentimental value out of the trailer when he left months ago. The day he finished packing and you’d come by as you always did he stopped filling the box and walked over to you.

“Y/N..please stop coming here…He’s not coming back.” You couldn’t believe what you were hearing but as you watched the older gentleman’s resolve crumble and a tear fell from his eye you knew he was just tired of waiting and hoping that Eddie would burst through that door one night. He’d missed too much work and sleep in the last weeks and he just couldn’t stay there anymore.

You bit your lip as you looked up at the tear in the roof, insulation where the black vines used to fill the space. There were still marks on the ceiling that reminded you of burns, stretching out, making vein like patterns. Wayne took your hand and placed something small and cold into it tearing you from your thoughts as you looked down at the set of keys, quickly looking back at him and shaking your head.

“Wayne, I can’t.”

“You can and you will Y/N. Along with anything else in his room, take it. The apartment doesn’t even have enough room for most of my things..he’d rather you have it than..” He trailed off with a shuttered breath, unable to finish his thought process of taking his missing nephew’s belongings to a donation center. Y/N wanted to cry but it was as if they’d run out of tears as they felt their face get hot, going into his room was so painful he could understand Wayne preferring someone else handle the task.

Walking over to the dresser that had sheets with music and lyrics written on them, notebooks with his future campaign plans. You couldn’t read anymore. You didn’t want to continue to test your body’s ability to not break down again, but as you went and sat on the untouched bed still as messy as the last day he’d managed to pull himself out of it. You leant over and hid your face in your arms as you heard the loud noise of the box tape being stretched out and placed on the seam of the cardboard box.

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Dust flies into the air as the old Chevy van barreled down the dirt driveway of the trailer park, the couple sitting outside of their RV hollering at the driver to ‘slow the fuck down’, that there’s kids that live here despite it being close to midnight at that point.

As Y/N stepped out and slammed the car door he looked towards the flickering out of season Christmas lights and raised the hand that wasn’t holding a six-pack of beers connected at the top by rings of plastic and flipped them the bird before making his way up to the trailer, almost tripping up the steps and bursting through the door face first, thankfully catching himself before swinging it open after a moment of struggling to get it open. It always had a habit of sticking, Wayne or Eddie would usually spray the hinges and latch with WD-40 both to avoid forcing it and to keep from disturbing the other’s sleep schedule as they tended to sleep and come home at opposite times.

The old woman looked over at her husband as he tossed another old newspaper into the small fire they had in the pit in front of them. “Been a while since anyone lived there, should we ring the police?”

Her husband scoffed and shook his head. “You old bat, that’s Wayne’s place. Either it’s one of his boys friends or another shit bird coming to use it to smoke dope. Either way, it ain’t our business..” His wife glared at his insult before standing up and pulling her robe around herself in a comforting fashion. It was true that she’d forgotten, but seeing that van pull in like a bat out of hell did seem to jog her memory.

Three months. Y/N closed and locked the trailer door behind him as he walked in and assessed the condition of a place he used to spend so much time at. Taking his lighter out of his pocket he flicked it open and the small amount of light was enough to illuminate the space of the living room and some of kitchen. Dust particles along with what was likely airborne insulation floated around as he walked around looking at the graffiti littering the walls.

‘Hawkins Local Freak: Missing’

A debatably badly drawn pentagram in red spray paint. Y/N chuckled softly and shook his head as he went to the kitchen bar and placed his beer down before pulling one from the plastic. “Never were many people as creative as you where Eddie. Not here anyway..” Y/N popped the tab on the can and tossed it back, flicking his lighter closed as he felt it begin to heat up passed a point of comfortable holding as he slammed the first beer of that pack.

This wasn’t a regular hobby of his, racing as fast as he could towards getting black out drunk. In the last six months he’d only drank one other time over at Steve’s house and quickly excused himself to go sleep off the alcohol in their bed while he kept himself company. Tonight just seemed right for it. Since Wayne abandoned the place he spent a couple months visiting the home, spending time with what items of Eddie’s he’d left there. His guitar for one. Occasionally he would see that the curtain in the window had been moved to the side, bunched up slightly and he’d rush inside to find no signs anyone had really been there.

Eddie had been a big influence in Hawkins, both good and bad. The kids looked up to him so much and missed the head of hellfire dearly whilst others still considered it a good thing he had ‘skipped town’ after the cult leader accusations arose. Y/N knew he would have wanted him to do everything he could to look after Dustin, keep Steve from teachin’ him wrong. He knew he would have wanted you to take his campaign notes and keep hellfire alive.

But you failed. You gave up. You dropped out of school and slowly allowed yourself to drift away from the teens, unable to keep hearing their concerned voices as they asked you if you were okay almost every day. You could read them just as well as they could read you. They knew you weren’t okay and you knew they didn’t believe you when you said you were.

“I’m sorry Eddie..I miss you so fucking much..” Y/N leaned over on to the counter they had kept a hand on as to not get lost in the dark and they rocked. As unhealthy as it had been for him to continue to hold out hope, he felt so empty now. Like Eddie would have really let him have it if they saw him now. ‘Drinking is supposed to be fun you idiot.’

‘Wow, six months and you give up on me?’

Y/N wiped his eyes and felt for the wet, condensation covered cans of beer as he desperately held onto those thoughts. Their voice was still fresh in his mind. ‘Look on the bright side, at least you got to keep all my cool shit!’ Y/N grabbed his lighter after popping the top on the can and headed off for the bedroom, which was surprisingly in much better condition. Where the living room had been littered with cans, bottles and cigarette butts stomped out into the carpet Eddie’s room seemed untouched.

Considering how many of the people who detested him were all talk, more likely to be fearful of what might happen if they actually happened to run across the man who had been missing for the last six months, it wasn’t all that surprising. The bed was still as Y/N had left it on one of his many visits, making up the sheets. Besides his books, notes and stereo you had left everything else. Walking over to the rack of cassette tapes you set the open lighter on the tall dresser and left for your Walkman in your pocket before squinting to read the messily scribbled band names on the mixtapes.

‘1983-1986’ Pretty straight to the point for Eddie who tended to label his tapes with a silly name or label the vibe to them unless it was an actual bands tape he bought. Y/N stuck the cassette in his Walkman and slipped the headset off his neck and atop his head, listening as he looked over his shelves of things, cigar boxes he used for different little items. Movie ticket stubs, jewelry, the occasional banished DnD die or photograph.

Opening one that seemed to sit on top, first thing his eyes landed on was a tiny bag of white powder. Y/N’s head dropped as he sat the box down and picked the baggy up, rolling his thumb over the top of it. The light from his lighter disappeared as it fell over and Y/N stood up quickly from his crouched position next to the bookshelf, hands stretched out to feel his way until a faint red glow shown through the cracked bedroom door just enough for him to see his silver lighter laying on its side atop the dresser.

Y/N looked from it to the bedroom door and after pocketing it he slowly made his way over, stopping only for a moment to grab Eddie’s baseball bat from his very brief stent of little league that sat behind his door whenever it was open. Held at his side as he walked down the wall trepidation building more and more the brighter the red tint seemed to get. Like he had been transported into a photographers darkroom. It was the gate.

Y/N’s breath caught in his chest as he stared it down, part of him wanting to rush out and tell the others. So they could bring Eleven to close it. But the rest of him fought against those thought, what if he was still in there? Y/N felt the tears begin to bubble up in his eyes once again as he made his way to stand under it, gripping the metal beer can in his hand tightly before tossing it up through the portal as hard as he could as the track on the tape clicked to the next song, ‘Master of Puppets’. He couldn’t take this anymore.

Y/N ripped the Walkman from his pocket taking the headset with it and threw it against the wall of the trailer affectively smashing it to pieces as he screamed in anger. Crying was no longer enough for him to regulate his emotions, hell, it had never seemed to do much anyway. “Fuck you! Fuck you Eddie! You damn bastard! You always talked about being a coward, why couldn’t you just run!” Y/N held the sides of his head, the level of their own voice gave a headache the opportunity to start forming.

As he couched down holding himself he heard something that caused him to slowly pull his hands away from their face, uncovering their ears as they slowly turned their head in the direction of the kitchen. It had sounded like something or, someone, had opened and closed the fridge that sat currently inoperational given the trailer didn’t have electricity currently running to it. It was hard to make out anything for certain with the red cast over everything, shadows seemed darker.

“Well damn Y/N, tell me how you really feel.” Snapping their face forward at the voice coming from above them, they were finally ready to admit, they had lost it.

Eddie Munson, in all his glory, wasn’t just there in front of them. Being alive would have been enough to make them faint, but the fact that he had been levitating momentarily. You watched, shaking slightly as he slowly lowered to the floor. His black boots leaving soot and ash on the already filthy carpet as he stared down at you. “Y-You’re…alive?”

He attempted to suppress a smile as he tilted his head back and forth, his dirty hair, crunchy with dried blood swaying as he did. “I wouldn’t say that.” Y/N’s eyes scanned him over in more detail. Taking in his torn, blood stained hellfire shirt, he’d lost his outside layers they had left him there in, his bandana was tied around his neck and his injuries were healed from what you could tell.

Y/N scrambled up off the floor and leaned in closer to him causing Eddie to recoiled a few steps back as the young man made his advances. How fucking dare he. You didn’t care if this was a hallucination or what but this version of Eddie wasn’t going to just run away from you. “You— Piece of shit! Come here!” Y/N grabbed their arm and quickly pulled their hand away. He had heard the Byers youngest child talk about the upside down and how he felt like he never could quiet shake the cold it left him with.

But this was different. If you had ever once had the opportunity to feel a cadavers skin that’s what it must’ve felt like. Frozen. “Y/N..” You were now the one backing away from them. This wasn’t real.. And if it was, it wasn’t Eddie.

“You aren’t real..”

Eddie feigned a hurt expression and held up his arm, dirty with black marks. “You felt me, I’m here. I’m real.” Y/N shook his head as he felt his lower back press against the edge of the kitchen counter that separated one area from the other. “This is a sick joke my mind is playing on me. I’m..”

Eddie seemed to grow irritated at the notion that he was just a figment of your imagination. Three months alone in that hellscape and the first chance he got to escape this was his welcome home party? “I’m sorry I couldn’t do better for you Ed, I’m sorry I let them leave you there.”

In a split second he was on you, it almost was like the counter shook from the force of his hands coming into contact with it to stop himself. “Y/N, you’ve been my friend since middle school. I’m back now, so save the obituary, please.” He growled as your eyes were locked onto each others. That was true, you had been friends since middle school, and this was the first time Munson ever had made the hair on the back of your stand up.

You saw him give a hard swallow before pushing himself back off the counter and walking away from you again, he seemed like he wanted to keep a solid eight feet between you at all times. You just couldn’t do that, despite how filthy he was the moment your brain accepted the fact that he was truly there you rushed him, wrapping your arms around him as he threw his up in the air. “Y/N, stop. You need to get off of me.”

“Save it Munson, you can yell at me later.” You pressed your face against his neck and it was the same as his arm, though perhaps the shock in the moment made your senses exaggerate the feeling.

“Y/N…Why do you think that place suddenly let me leave like it did?” You lifted your shoulders in a shrug, letting them drop back to normal as he slowly let his hands creep up you, one resting on your lower back and the other coming up to rest between your shoulder blades. “It’s because it wanted me to..”

“I don’t care Eddie, that’s so far from being important right now. I don’t care how you made it out, you’re here now.” You we’re so scared if you pulled away he would just disappear. Proving to be a hallucination after all. The silence between you was so loud until Eddie finally spoke up again.

“Y/N..I’m sorry…” You lifted your head up to look at him before you felt the sharp pain of him biting into the crook of your neck, sharp teeth sinking into it you were the consistency of an apple. You grabbed a handful of his hair and surprisingly it was quite easy to pull him off of your neck, although not a comfortable feeling. Reaching up to guard the bleeding wound you stared at him in disbelief as he breathed heavily, standing there as if he was torn between making a break for it and leaping upon you like a wild animal.

“Y-you bit me!” You looked over at the front door before making a few long, quick strides for it. The wet, warm sensation of the blood slicking your hand as the man stayed where he was, licking his bottom lip as he watched you begin your attempt to leave.

“I told you to back off didn’t I?” As you pulled the handle a few times, cursing as you pulled your bloody hand off your neck to use both of them on the ‘stupid jammed piece of shit door’ until you felt him on you again, pressing himself against your back and your front against the cold metal trailer door. “Don’t make me force this, I don’t want it to hurt more than it has to—“

“Stop it! This is one of your horror comics Eddie, you don’t need—“ His hand went to the back of your head, pressing the side of your face it against the door roughly as he moved his face beside yours growling before speaking.

“Because you know what this feels like? To feel absolutely nothing for fuck knows how long and finally after getting back your skin begins to crawl.” He clenched his jaw as he nuzzled his head against yours. “Begging you to give in to your new instincts in exchange for saving you from death, you know that feeling?” He didn’t want to do it to you, out of anyone not you. But you were here. You were so warm. He could smell the remnants of cologne on your skin and the beer on your breath. He could taste the ethanol in your blood.

“Then..fucking doing it..” Perhaps under different circumstances, when his mind wasn’t overtaken by the need to feed, he would have hesitated. Lacing his fingers into your hair he gave your head a tug to the side to better expose the mark he had made earlier, giving you a small taste of payback for yanking him off of you the way you had.

As he took up the space again, mouth working over the wound you couldn’t help but allow yourself to feel a sense of hedonistic pleasure from it. Adrenaline fought the pain back while your touch starved skin was ravaged by him, once the first mark at clotted he bit down again. You only had yourself to blame being the one who stopped him earlier, now in no position to do so again. You groaned in pain as he pulled out of your flesh only for a moment to come back down, doing his best to suction as much blood from the wound before lapping at it.

It wasn’t most lucrative way for him to get what he wanted but between his animalistic urges and what he had known from his horror comics you’d mentioned, it was all he knew to do in the moment. And once he had gotten enough to finally push himself away from you the both of you realized the gate had again gone dormant leaving you in the pitch black darkness once again. He could see you perfectly fine as you turned around and looked around blindly holding your tender, painful neck.

He was truly disgusted with himself, the type of shame a young boy feels the first time they touch themselves. He felt like a monster, he knew he was a monster. He wasn’t the Eddie you knew anymore and he proved it. “Eddie..?”

You felt your pockets for the lighter you’d forgotten about until then and flicked it on, holding it up as you walked forward towards the figure leaning over with his arms against the wall of the trailer, his back facing you as he attempted to heave. Before you could get close enough to reach out and touch him he spoke up. “Get the fuck away from me Y/N!”

You scoffed lightly offended at his aggressive tone, you were past being scared of him. “You already ate, Dracula. I’m not leaving you here anyways.” You had wanted to tell him to calm down, that you were the one with multiple punctures in your neck right now, but the way he was looking at you like you were the deranged one in this scenario made you hold back.

“And what, I’ll just hide in your closet during the day?” You rolled your eyes and walked over to the kitchen bar, picking up the van keys and jingling them at him. “You don’t even know if you ‘can’t go out in the sun’ yet, But I do know that you fuckin’ smell.”

[moodyclouds89]

Yandere Ran haitani x Fem!Reader

You didn't know how to feel

He called you to meet him at the park and you assumed that he wanted to take you out considering you two haven't been on a date for some time.

You got all ready, excited because you two barely had any time for each other.( more like him not having much time for you)

You met him at the spot he told you to meet him.

"Ran!" You said once you spotted him. You ran to him ready to give him a hug before he stopped you. Your smile fell and you looked at him confused.

"Let's break up."

"What?"

"Let's break up." He said again. With a bored expression. You stared at him thinking he was messing with you. But the look on his face said it all, he was serious.

"Why?" You curse yourself when you hear the tremble in your voice. You were trying so hard not to let your tears spill.

"Why? I got bored..don't love you anymore I guess." His words stab you right in the heart. Your hands were shaking and you were trying so so hard not to cry in front of him.

"Mm okay then." He just nodded before turning around and walking away. You did the same and started walking back home. Once you got back home you ran to your room and broke down. You finally let out your tears that you were holding in fall. You couldn't stop the tears and you were shaking, sobbing and his words couldn't leave your head.

I don't love you anymore 

After all ran was your first love, first boyfriend and the first boy to ever like you.

But that was back in high school

Now you are 24 and living your best life. You graduated, got a house, a job, a cat and a loving boyfriend who cares so much about you.

"Babe! I'm going out for a bit so I'll be right back!" You yelled. Putting on your shoes and grabbing your keys.

"Okay be careful! If anything happens, call me!" He yelled from the kitchen. You and Yoshi met at the university you went to. Both of you got introduced by some friends and later on you both became friends and then later led to you both catching feelings and getting together.

You opened the door and were greeted by the cold wind. You decided to stop by at a cafe to get a cup of coffee. While ordering you had a weird feeling but decided to brush it off. You texted Yoshi if he wanted anything so you could get it for him. Once you finally got your order you received a text.

*babe we ran out of cat food..*

*and Ren is upset now:( could you please go buy some on your way home?*

You smiled at the text before you quickly replied back.

*sure! Do you need anything else besides cat food?*

*mmm nope! Just need you;) So hurry back!*

You let out a giggle before putting your phone in your pocket and walking towards your car.

You didn't know why but you had a weird feeling in the pit of your stomach. You felt like you were being watched. You turned around but there was nothing, you quickly ran to your car and got in. Driving away you felt safer in your car. 

"Maybe I'm getting paranoid." You whispered to yourself. Finally arriving at the pet store that was still open you hopped off your car and quickly ran in to get the cat food so you could go back home.

Finally after buying what you needed you made your way to your car. Once you got in you started the car and was about to leave but before you could you saw a black car not so far away by some alley.

The car gave you a weird feeling. Your mind was telling you to quickly drive away and you did. Once arriving home you got your stuff and got out of the car to run to your door. 

"I'm back!"

You said while closing the door behind you and taking off your shoes.

"What took you so long? I was getting lonely!" He whined and pulled you into a hug. You giggled before giving him the cat food.

"Here now go feed ren."

He pouted before he signaled Ren to follow him. 

You walked to the living room and sat down on the couch before letting out a loud sighed. You still thought about why you felt weird when you were out. 

Was it my paranoia?

Before you could think about it some more yoshi came out of the kitchen and sat down with you before pulling you into his lap.

"What has my pretty girl so worried about?" He said while patting your back. You hum before snuggling your face on his neck.

"Mm nothing."

"You sure? You seemed kinda scared when you came back." He said, sounding worried.

"It's nothing I promise." 

"Mm alright..but if anything bothers you, you tell me okay?" You only hum before he lifted your chin so you can face him.

"I'm serious." He said before kissing your lips. You smiled before deepening the kiss. 

While you two were having a moment you didn't notice that someone was looking at you both through the window.

[Might turn this into a series if I like how it turns out]

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