#i know thats not what is meant by him eating and drinking with his eyes

[highfivecharlie]

hear me out,

*edited because i wrote "here" instead of "hear" like a plebeian

[bunnyscrypt]

fight fire with fire.

when i said you don’t take any of rafe’s shit i meant it

pairing: dark!crybaby!rafe cameron x reader

synopsis: your boyfriend accuses you of flirting with someone at a party causing an argument to ensue. what happens when he snaps and you snap back..

warnings: slight domestic violence (reader hits his ass back), swearing, dark!reader (kinda? sorta?) dark!crybaby!rafe but lets be real……thats just rafe lmao

a/n: the synopsis isn’t the best i’m sorry, my brain malfunctioned. this idea has been eating at me and i’ve changed the scenario like 3 times. the ending wasn’t what i planned originally but i hope you enjoy! pls comment, reblog, like! feedback is always appreciated <33

“bet you won’t disrespect me like that again, hmm?”

you held your breath, hand pressed against your cheek. the stinging in your face and the throbbing in your throat from his where his grip had been confirming what you already knew. brain going a mile a minute as your kept your gaze on the ground and that infuriated rafe even more.

grabbing both sides of your face to force your attention back to him. 

“hmm?! don’t- dont you ever raise you voice at me like that again. don’t you ever fix your lips to fucking swear at me like that.” he sneered, shaking you violently causing you to squeeze your eyes shut. “do i make myself clear?” 

“look at me when i’m talking to you!” you snap them open— wide eyes staring into his. “now i asked you a question. do i make myself clear?” 

he removes his hands from your face when you let out a yes. nodding his head, stepping back to run a hand across his mouth with a huff. 

all this because someone had flirted with you at a house party. rafe didn’t like how another guy, a pogue at that, had the nerve to walk up and talk to you. he especially didn’t like that you “entertained” him. you weren’t, you were making nice, friendly conversation while you got a drink. but rafe didn’t see that, he saw you smiling at another dude that wasn’t him and already planted the idea in his head that you wanted that "dirty pogues" attention instead of his. 

so he charged over to you and dragged you to his truck, no words spoken. ignoring all your concerned questions. 

when you got home is when he snapped. chastising you for flirting with someone else. pacing back and forth, voice getting loud. “the fuck is wrong with you? flirting with that pogue. humiliating me like that.” confused and hurt is all you felt as he accused you of wanting someone else so you defended yourself. he wasn’t hearing any of it tho. so your voice raised a bit, wanting to get it thru to him but to rafe it was af it you screamed at him. saying how this is ridiculous and “you’re being a fucking asshole.” 

that was the last thing you got out before his hand was on your throat and your head whipped violently to the side. 

you let out a shaky breath as you stare at him with wrath that was hidden by faux fear. 

he looks back at you, letting out a long sigh. “look baby..” voice now calm, and quiet as he walked back into your space. “listen i- i know i shouldn’t take my anger out on you like that, okay. but… you- you can’t talk back to me like that, a’ight. i know you can be a good girl, you just need a little discipline s’all.” he eyed you, focusing at your cheek. “cause cussing at me like? tsk, you’ll have bigger problems than a little sl-“ 

he wasn’t able to get out the rest of his words before you delivered a swift slap to his face. catching him off guard causing his head to whip to the side. he recovers quickly, looking back at you with a look that would make anyone else cower in a corner and tremble but before he can retaliate you strike him again. your nails scratching him in the mix making him step back with a hiss— pressing a hand to his cheek he pulls it back it to see his fingers stained crimson. three cuts adorning his face. eyes filled with tears.

your quick to walk up to him, grabbing his jaw tight. nails pressing into his skin— digging deeper when he grabs your wrist. 

“don’t…” you start, licking your lips. “don’t you ever…. lay your hands on me like that again.” you spoke lowly, bringing his face closer to yours. eyes locked on his tear filled ones. “i will fucking bury you, you understand me?” you shake his head bit, making him wince from your nails going deeper. "let g-" you squeeze his lips together. “don’t think that just because i love you i won’t throw back what you give me times 10.” you other hand wipes a tear that falls from his eye. “my love, i’d do anything for you but..” your eyes narrow. “hit me again and you’ll have bigger problems than a couple of claw marks. do i make myself clear?” you mock and don’t let go until he croaks out “okay” releasing his face with a little shove. blood seeping through the indents from your grip. you ignore the whimper he lets out and head towards the bathroom. “sit on the couch” not checking to make sure he does. you know he will. 

coming back with the first aid kit, you sit on his lap and begin cleaning his cuts in silence. thumb softly rubbing against his cheek when he lets out a hiss from the alcohol. placing a bandage on the cuts, you place a kiss on top. 

“baby look at me”

he lifts his eyes to meet yours— red from irritation making you frown, leaning forward to press a kiss to his eyelids. he sighs softly, arms wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer. you comb your fingers through his hair, feeling his grip tighten. “we okay?” he bites his bottom lip, hand reaching up to caress the cheek he made contact with. you close your eyes with a soft sigh. feeling his lips press to your skin, he mutters against it, “yeah. we’re okay”. it's quiet for a while before he breaks it. "i- i'm gonna get my shit together, ya know. 'm gonna do better. be a better man for you. i promise. i j... you- don't leave me a'ight." his eyes start to well up with tears again. "please- you can't- just don't leave, okay. you.. you gotta see." repeatedly pointing to his chest as his voice cracks. "gonna show you how 'm a be someone you deserve. you just gotta stick with me baby. i promise. i promise you."

you grab his hand, pressing kisses to his knuckles to quiet his babbles. "hey. hey." his body jolted from your voice snapping a bit but he still uttered on causing you to sigh and grab his throat. tight. forcing his head up to pay attention to you. he sniffed loudly, wide eyes staring back in to yours. “i love you, you know that, yeah?” he nodded his head. “okay.” you circled your thumb softly over his skin, a show of affection. “show me then”

you leaned your forehead against his. "and don’t try that shit again."

[raineydays411]

My Fathers Daughter pt8

The Dinner

summary: It's finally time for the dinner you've been dreading since your arrival, awesome. At least you get to know some of the bat family better than before

Also I forgot if I put the ages for these characters if I did and anyone could tell me that would be awesome.

When you first arrived to Gotham, you weren't really sure what to think.

Like yeah, you knew it was gonna suck cause you were moving in with the woman who deserted you and your father, causing you to grow up faster than you were meant to and giving you trust issues.

And sure, Gotham seems to have some sort of disaster literally every single day of the week.

But at this point, you really would rather chance it with the clown or whatever than sit through this awkward ass dinner.

"ahem"

Everyone eyes shoot to Bruce, who cleared his throat, breaking the awkward silence everyone was eating in.

"Y/n" He starts, causing you to groan internally. You were tired of being in the spotlight, especially when you knew half of this family doesn't fuck with you .

"I know I've said this before, but I know how hard sudden life changes like this are. If there's anything you need to be comfortable please let me know. This is your home now too."

You smile slightly, but before you could say anything Damian interrupts you

"Tch, father you say that as if she's a part of this family. We all know shes not."

"Damian, enough." Christine says sternly, " You've been difficult the whole day. Leave your sister alone."

"Oh please Mother, she's no blood of mine nor yours" he says absent minded

This was your chance.

"Well she actually pushed me out so..." You say taking a sip of your drink. You relished in the reactions from around the table

Jason snorted so hard his drink spilled

Dick looked disgusted and amused at the same time.

Tim looked disgusted but thats cause Jasons snort water managed to splash him from across the table. But the best reaction was from Damian and Cass. They just looked straight up angry.

Angry at the thought of their mother pushing you our of her cooch. Which was the most hilarious thing to you.

"How dare you speak about our mother like that? Have you no respect?"

"Dude, I'm gonna be honest I cannot take you seriously while you talk like an Asgardian. Get with the century Tiny Tim."

Another snort comes from Jason, " You know what kid, you're alright with me"

"I'm nineteen." You deadpan

"You look like you're twelve" Jason snarks

You pause for a bit before saying, "I'll tell you what you look like but you won't like it."

"Okay children, enough." Christine says, " Y/n, how do you like the room?"

"It's... very Addams family chic." You say, not really trying to be rude, " But if I'm being honest it's gonna take some getting used to."

"Well, you have free reign to decorate it anyway you'd like." Christine says, " In fact, we can make a day out of it!"

You physically have to stop yourself from cringing, " Um, yeah.. that sounds interesting, Or i can just order everything off amazon, no hassle."

" Oh it's no bother, it would give us some time to catch up" Christine says excitedly, " Oh we can make it a girls day, you and me!"

You feel someone glaring daggers into your head, as you turn you make eye contact with Cass.

Oh great, another Damian.

"Um.." You were never good in uncomfortable situations. Usually you would signal to your dad or Pepper and they'd find a way to get you out of it.

Even if you were good at navigating through uncomfortable situations, you doubt that anyone would know that to do in these circumstances.

"I mean some of the stuff I can only get online anyways so.." You say awkwardly.

You see Christine deflate and then more glares from the peanut gallery. Honestly its starting to get old.

" You know if you two keep glaring at me, your face will get stuck like that. " You say sarcastically, " Honestly doesn't it hurt to have such a sour face all the time? You're gonna get some crazy frown lines"

But before either Damian or Cass could respond, Bruce stood with a " Okay then! Y/n, how about you take my credit card and get whatever you need online, then your mother will take you AND Cass shopping"

Oh, this was a rich dads way of saying shut up.

"Great a whole day with Wednesday and Morticia." you mutter as Alfred takes your barely touched plate, " Thanks Lurch."

Alfred looks semi amused at the comparison. At least he appreciates your wit.

"Hey" A voice calls to catch your attention, it was Jason.

"I'll take you to your bedroom while Alfred cleans up, don't need you getting lost."

You look at him suspiciously, but take his offer wanting to be alone.

"If you kill me, there's gonna be a lot of pissed off superhero's on your ass." You say following him out of the room.

"Trust me princess, I'm not the one you have to worry about killing you." Jason scoffs.

"Yeah the little ones look like they might stab me in the shower." You say with a wince, " What did i do to them anyway?"

" Trust me its not you." Jason says, " They are the the easiest to be around, there's a wall there." He gestures to his heart.

"Ah"

"But if I'm being honest, finding out about you has been a shock to all of us." He says," I honestly thought Ma couldn't have kids."

You snot cruelly, " Yeah well finding out about all of you hasn't been easy for me either."

"I bet. You know, most of us haven't had much luck with mothers or families. That's why we're here."

"I have a family. A pretty good one too."

"I'm just saying I understand why you'd be angry. I was for a long time. I think sometimes I still am." Jason says before stopping, " Well here we are. If you tell anyone I told you that I'll deny it and they'll believe me."

"Thanks." You simply say, " It's nice to not hate one person that lives here."

And with that you go into the your room and close the door.

[iloveroblox48]

Every weekend you and your boyfriend hanta had “sleepover saturday” wich meant one of you would go to the others dorm,you guys would eat a bunch of snacks,watch whatever moive you wanted,maybe some skincare then hit the hay.it was a simple routine you guys had fell into,you and him cherished it,the long week of training and school falling away as you guys relaxed into each other’s presence.

so thats what led you here you had texted hanta asking about your dorm or his it was his of course his room was so relaxing, the smell of incense and his cologne always wafted through it.once you had confirmed your plans you had went out to get snacks walking to the convince store was something you did together but he wasn’t responding so you went alone listening to your music.

you headed inside the bell of the door ringing throughout the store.you made your way to the candy aisle picking up your favorite candy and his,then you made your way to grab his favorite orange flavored cake,a bag of chips,a couple of drinks, and some random face masks you had saw.you made your way back you assumed you would have responded by now but he didn’t you were starting to grow a little worried but you know he would have told you if something was up.

so after you texting him multiple times that you were on the way to his dorm,you had finally arrived at his door you saw a small amount of light peeking through under the door,so you knew he was awake,you knocked a couple times,only to no response,so you decided to call out to him

“Hanta? love? im coming in” no response again

you opened the door to see if he was even in here,the smell of his vanilla and cedar wood cologne plus an all to familiar incense filling your nose.you looked around to see if he was in here only to be met with him in his hammock sleeping soundly a big fluffy blanket draped along his body,hair disheveled, drool on his cheek.he looked so calm you didnt want to wake him,you put the bag of snacks down near the door turned off the main light and turned on the little light,you made your way towards him,attempting to tip toe towards him as quietly as you could.

“S’that you?”his voice rough

“yeah i tried not to wake you up,sorry hans”

“its fine just come ere”he lifted the blanket to invite you in

you made your way in the hammock your body lying on top of his your cheek pressed against his chest,his arms draped the blanket back on you guys again,then wrapped around your waist,your bodies now entangled into one on top of the hammock.his hands drawing small shapes on your waist.you were growing tired the comfort of him and his presence slowly relaxing you,taking all the stress away from you.you were fighting this battle of sleep,losing of course,eyes becoming heavier and heavier to keep open.

“love you so much” his voice rumbled out,he planted a small kiss on your forehead then fell asleep,you were being stubborn trying not to fall asleep,you soon did though it was hard not to the way he was drawing patterns on your waist,the comforting cologne,the warm blanket,and most of all his soft heartbeat guiding you through the night of peaceful sleep.

❣︎ ➝ Masterlist here!

❣︎ ➝ A/n:i love him so much (๑>ᴗ<๑)

[bubbles-lounge]

YANDERE HARBINGERS x YANDERE READER SENERICOS

(Im currently using computer, this may go wrong)

More brainrot cause some of the harbingers have been on my mind a lot recently, specifically yandere ones with a yandere S/O

This doesn't include all harbingers

If you enjoy listening to music while reading I recommend the song, All I want is you now by Rebzyyx

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il Dottore

He would be ecstatic that you are just as crazy as him<3 He would also like to see what could trigger your yandere tendencies. I feel like he would love your shared possessiveness, it means he wouldn't have to worry about you leaving him as long as you don't fall for anyone else but he'll make sure that never happens<3 If the reader was the type of yandere that worshipped their lover and would do anything for them, no matter what it is, Dottore would use this to get you to stay with him Forever and to make sure that you stay with him. I feel like Dottore is the type of yandere, in this situation with another yandere S/O, would show you what he did to people.

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Columbina

Another one that's most likely gonna be ecstatic about the fact your both crazy. She would probably end up offering to go killing together<3 Yall would be that couple of happy psychos that everyone is terrified of, she would sing as you two do anything that's psychotic. She wouldn't mind if you go out alone, but don't try going beyond snezhnaya, she will always be watching whether with her own eyes or others. General idea that she would sing her S/O to sleep.

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Scaramouche

He was happy but for another reason, he was mainly happy with this as it meant you would never leave him. He might show you what he did to people but it depends with him. He would keep you beside him all the time, if his S/O was the submissive type then Scaramouche would use this to his advantage to make things easier for him, for example he might get you to stay away from people and stay with him or stay in one place and no interact with others.

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Childe

Childe is a mix of elimination and submissive type, of course knowing your obsessed in love with him makes his job a lot easier. He would be skeptical at first thinking your pretending(unless you take him first) but after awhile and he realises that your not pretending about it he will be just ecstatic about it and would slowly stop worrying about you escaping. He would spoil you, whether this be taking the gifts to you or when he trusts you enough he may take you out to spoil you.

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This was a terrible writing but thats fine.

Enjoy your day/night<3

Remember that you are stunning, wonderful and beautiful<3

Remember to drink, eat and get some rest<3

[piedpiperart]

Phantom of Gotham 14

Chapter 13

“Alfred said Tim and Damian aren’t allowed in the kitchen,”Jason was saying as Tim came into the room. Damian and Dick had left to go take Titus for a walk. “Especially after Tim tried to make toast and caught Alfred’s favorite dish towel on fire.”

“Hey, I said I was sorry! I didn’t know the furthest dial on the toaster meant fire,”Tim grumbled, taking a seat next to Danny, who was snickering at him. 

“I wouldn’t know, I haven’t used a toaster in years,”Danny shook his head,”Toast is disgusting.”

Jason gave him a look,”You don’t like toast? Who doesn’t like toast?”

“It’s like a staple food of breakfast,”Tim added. “Do you like bread?”

“Yes, I like bread just fine,”Danny muttered,”I don’t see why it has to be toasted, it just ruins the bread.”

Tim just laughed, and Jason looked offended. “Okay sure, but garlic bread needs to be toasted. Bagels! Croutons,”Jason listed. 

“It’s not the same,”Danny argued. “Why have toast when you could just have bread?”

“Because it adds to the flavor?!”Jason scoffed. 

“Guys, lets just agree to disagree,”Tim placated,”And agree that Danny has weird tastes in food.”

“Hey, you’re one to talk with that caffeine addiction you got going on,” Danny nodded towards the cup of coffee in front of Tim. Huh, he didn’t remember getting that. 

“Timbit has the worst addiction,”Jason groaned, then leaned over conspiratorily,”Probably why he’s so short.”

“Am not!” Tim protested. “And I’ve only had three cups today.” 

Danny shot him a horrified glance,”It’s only eleven…”

“See?” Jason nudged him. 

“That’s it, you don’t get more coffee today,”Danny said solemnly, and to Tim’s surprise, when he looked at his cup it was gone. He looked back to see Danny holding it in his hands. “No more coffee or you’ll stay short forever.”

“Hey- no, thats not how it works,”Tim protested,”You know I can just make more coffee, right?”

‘Not on my watch,”Danny challenged, walking over to the sink. Tim made a strangled noise when Danny took the lid off to dump into the sink.

“Wait- Danny,”Tim protested, having gotten up and was now trying to reach his coffee without spilling it or hurting Danny. “Just- Give it here, man, no need to waste good coffee-”

“Nope, can’t hear you,”Danny said, pouring it down the drain despite TIm’s best efforts. He swore a part of him died at the sight of his precious drink going to waste. Jason on the other hand, was surprised at Danny’s agility and laughing at Tim’s demise. “And you need to get outside more, you’re too pale. Have you been eating? Did you eat breakfast?” Danny continued. 

Tim sulked, brushing off Danny’s questions as a joke until he realized Danny was actually serious and waiting for an answer. “No, dude I’m perfectly fine.”

“So you did eat breakfast?” Danny squinted, and Tim thought Danny’s pupils had gotten a bit smaller nt he short time they were talking. 

“Yes,”Tim sighed,”There’s no way Alfred would let any of us skip.”

“Good,”Danny sighed, and the weird, nervous energy around him disappeared. “Danny!” Someone called, and the three boys whipped around to see Dick in the doorway with Damian trailing behind him. “You’re awake!”

“Yeah, you’re Dick right?”Danny waved awkwardly. He hadn’t talked to Dick much during his few days at the manor, but the man seemed cool. 

“In the flesh,”Dick gestured dramatically, then made his way to the other occupants of the room. “Now that we’re all together for once, we should play a game or something!”

“No way,”Jason rolled his eyes. No doubt the game would end in someone getting stabbed. 

“We could play videogames?” Tim suggested. 

“We could play outside in the snow?” Danny suggested, only to be met with protests about winter clothes and cold. “Alright fine.”

“What about the pool?” Damian scoffed. “It’s heated and indoors. I do not think it has been used in a while.”

“What?” Damian continued when he was met with silence. 

“We have a pool?” Dick asked. He turned to Tim and Jason. “Since when did we have a pool??”

“God this place is huge,”Jason groaned. 

“Oh- Yeah. There’s an indoor pool,”Tim muttered, typing something on his phone. 

Damian scoffed. “Obviously. It is located next to the art studio.”

“We have an art studio?” Dick whispered to Jason, who shrugged while the other teens nodded in agreement. 

“Swmming sounds fun,”Tim acquiesced. He glanced to Danny,”You can use my swimsuit, I have a few.”

“Uh- sure,”Danny agreed absently, rubbing his chest. 

“Alright!” Dick cheered. “Everyone get ready and meet back here in ten.”

“Why meet back here when we can meet at the pool?”Damian asked, following him out. 

“Cuz no one knows how to get there except you lil’D,”Dick responded, shaking his head. “I can’t believe I didn’t know we had a pool here. Childhood wasted.”

Chapter 15

[lily-loves-konig]

⇠König X Reader⇢

CW: nsfw, sub König, dom reader, face riding, begging, body worship, praise, degradation, edging

N O T E S-

↾ I take requests, the place to request is pinned on my profile, I hope you enjoy you sinners. ↿

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You and König we’re getting ready for a date, he asked you for help with his paint for his eyes, “Honey? Can you help me with this real quick?” He said from the bedroom. “Yeah sure give me one moment” you replied.

You walked out of the bathroom connected to your shared bedroom, you were wearing a short black dress that was pretty low cut, that being said some of your cleavage was on display. König looked you up and down drinking your delicious body in, “You look ravishing darling, I don’t deserve to breathe in the same air you breathe.” That made your pussy pulse, you walked over to him seductively, your heels click on the hard wood floor with every step.

You sat on his lap and picked up the paint along with the brush and started to gently brush it on his face, he smiled softly at how gentle you were with him. He held your hips softly, making sure you didn’t slide off. Just to tease him a bit you started moving on him a little bit “u-ungh..” he whimpered softly hoping you didn’t hear him. His dick grew hard at the sight of your body on his lap and the small movements you made every now and then. He thought you didn’t know what you were doing to him, but little did he know you did.

You were almost finished when you shifted a little bit, you still be on his lap, meant he felt your clothed pussy through his black pants. “Ngh..” he made a small whimper, feeling embarrassed he started to apologize profusely, “ I’m so sorry honey, you just look so good like that on my lap, I couldn’t help it.” He looked at you waiting for a response.

You got off his lap and said “Stand up, now.” He did just that “Go sit down on the bed” already knowing where this was going he said “Yes ma’am” you told him to take off his pants and boxers, he did just that. “Good boy,” he smiled when you called him that, “ You’re gonna be a good boy for me, right?” “ Yes ma’am I will I promise, please touch me, please?” He said quickly, “Ah, be patient.” You said swatting away his hand that attempted to touch you.

“No touching” you said, he started whining “ Thats not fair you look too good not to touch.” “What did I say? Hmm? Be a good boy Konig.” He continued to whine and complain about not being able to touch you. “Konig.” You said completely taking him out of his complaining rant.

He looked fearful as you said he wasn’t going to be allowed to cum, “What no, I’m sorry, please, I’ll be good.” He started you quickly cut him of when you said “ Lay down. Now.” He did as you said not wanting to make it worse for himself. You took your own underwear off and placed yourself over his face. You put your pussy down on his mouth and he got to work eating you out.

You had started stroking his dick in a slow pace, he was moaning into your pussy making you moan as well the vibration make it feel so good, “Ungh, just like that,” you moaned out “Such a good boy” he moaned at the praise you were giving him.

This went on two more times, him getting close and you stopping again. At this point he was sobbing for release you took your pussy off his mouth, you had already came two times. “Get on your knees in front of me now.” You demanded as you sat down on the edge of the bed with your legs crossed.

When he kneeled down in front of him you saw how ruined his face looked you looked down to his dick and saw how red the tip was, pre-cum dripping down into a small puddle beneath it. “Beg.” You said sternly, he started immediately. “Please ma’am, I want to cum so bad, I don’t deserve it but please. You’re so beautiful I need you to live, you body is heaven and hell to me, you’re beauty is unlike no other, please ma’am continue using my dick like a toy.”

The paint you had previously applied was now streaking down his face as he begged to cum. You felt tingles all the way down your body. You did that to him, no one else would ever get to do this except you. You felt yourself getting wetter at the thought of that. “Konig,” that got his attention, he looked up at you “Do you wanna cum in me? Make me feel so good? Hmm?” You said peeking his interest “ yes ma’am please I need you so bad please please please”

You gave in and told him to stand up, you stood up and turned around letting him grab your hips. König shoved his dick in your pussy and started pounding into you at a fast and hard pace. You weren’t used to his massive size so it was painful at first making you cry as he pounded into you like a madman. The pain eventually subsided and all you could feel was pleasure, you were so overstimulated and everything was so sensitive, you were crying too. It felt so euphoric, he was so big and he filled you up deliciously. You’ve never felt pleasure this good, you thought to yourself ‘i should do this more often.’

You both came a couple minutes later, him sobbing as he came he whispered thank yous, I love yous and other sweet nothings. You had cleaned him up and praised him for doing so well, you took a bath together and laid down to cuddle and watch a movie. He fell asleep in your arms, you watched him as he breathed in deeply and soon fell asleep too.

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[spooky-bunnys]

A! Smiley x O! Male Reader

Souya had noticed a major difference in his older twin brother. His brother was going out more and more and coming home in a better mood and soft smile. So obviously Souya wanted to know what was making his brother so happy. When he asked Nahoya about his better mood. He just shrugged and said he's been having good luck recently.

Souya believed that. Since his brother sometimes has really bad luck. Which sometimes got so bad Souya would be affected by said bad luck. Like one time during a college exam Nahoya had sneezed and knocked over his seat neighbors drink which ruined both Kawata's exams. Since Souya sat in front of his brother.

The drink spilt on the olders exam before rolling and spilling onto the younger exam. The poor Omega sitting beside them felt so bad they got the professor to let them retake it. Actually now that Souya thought about it. Thats when Nahoya's "good luck" started. Was after that exam. The younger Kawata shook his head and continued scrolling on his computer.

The twins were gonna graduate soon. So hopefully they'll be able to open up their Ramen Shop soon. Thats always been their dream. To own a Ramen Shop together. Souya was currently looking at properties and checking the pricing. While Nahoya was looking at a property he was informed of by a classmate. According to Smiley's seat mate his uncle I selling his old restaurant due to old age.

Angry kept scrolling when he felt his phone buzz. When he checked it he saw it was his brothers contact. He answered the phone and put it on speaker still scrolling. "Yo! So this restaurant is an older Ramen Shop! The one we went to a lot as kids! Old man (L. Name) said since he doesn't have a son he's gonna leave it for his nephew." Angry nodded.

That usually happens to Betas. When they don't have a family of their own they'll leave it to a niece or nephew who was an Alpha or sometimes Omega. "So whose his nephew then?" Angry could hear and feel the grin his brother had. "Remember my seatmate (Name)?" He nodded confused. "Yeah? The Omega who got the professor to let us retake the last exam?"

Souya could feel the excitement in the others voice. "Yeah! Apparently the professor is (Name)'s cousin and the Ramen Shop owner is his uncle!" Angry was surprised. That was convenient. Really convenient. "Wait so the classmate that told you about the property-" Smiley cut off his brother.

"Was (Name). When he asked me how he could make up about the exam. I joked he could find us a reasonably priced property for sale." Angry rolled his eyes. Of course he did. "And?" "And he told me his Uncle was trying to convince him to take over the family restaurant and that he was thinking of selling it since (Name)'s dad is also a CEO of (Company Name) and wants him to take over that."

Souya was confused. "Nahoya. How do you know all this?" The other side was silent. "Nahoya?" It was then he heard a soft voice in the back ground. "Alpha? Is everything okay?" He knew that voice. It was (Name). His brothers seat mate. "Oh! Is that Angry?" He heard shuffling then the soft voice of the Omega filled the room. "Hi Angry! Can't wait for dinner. I hope you like the Ramen I'm making."

Huh? "Wait what?" The call ended and when Angry noticed his phone had a message. His brother had sent him a message along with a picture. It said "Bringing my lucky charm home. He's making Ramen for dinner." The picture was of the older Kawata and (Name). Smiley was wrapped around he other both smiling widely. The back ground was the old shop the twins loved.

Lucky charm? What was-Oh. Angry face-palmed. When he brother said he was having good luck, he meant he was getting lucky and actually having good luck. Angry sighed. His brother has a lot of explaining to do. Especially since his brother always said that they didn't need Omegas. Angry chuckled.

"Looks like your gonna be eating your words laters."

[cherryo]

rise leonardo x fem reader friends to lovers but theyre literally aware of their feelings for each other and have been dancing around it for years, too prideful to call it out first. (could end up in full smut or just foreplay your choice)

scenario is them just doing their regular totally platonic cuddling during a sleepover in his room where leo is spooning the reader. they've both already fallen asleep but then reader wakes up late at night and realizes she habitually has one of Leo's legs straddled between her thighs again (iykwim). she always moves it out of the way to save them both the embarrassment only this time leo wakes up after her and pretty much locks her thighs on his leg, not letting her move. maybe starts grinding his leg and whispering playful taunts on her ear and daring her to admit what they both know already, it takes awhile but reader does in the end anyway. since its his bedroom, would be fun to have some "hold the moan" element to it with a side of overstimulation

hi! i kinda did my own spin to this but i appreciate your request! i also am very rusty at full fics and not just hc or drabbles! it ended slightly awkwardly so sorry about that!

friends to lovers!

Pairing: Rise!Leo X Fem!reader genre: smut, friends to lovers, fluff Pronouns: she/her with fem genitalia mentioned word count: 1K Warnings: smut, cussing, use of :cunt:, creampie!

It was just another sunny day in the city, but you were nowhere near the surface, rather wanting to spend your time buried in Leonardo's comfy bed. 

After eating his snacks and drinking all his drinks whats better than snuggling down?

Leo was less than pleased that you come down here just to eat and use his stuff, but how could he stay angry at you when you always looked so peaceful. 

Leo was bored thats for sure and no amount of dramatic sighs were going to make you budge from your spot, you heard every ‘umph’ and “ugrh” he made, you just didnt care.

You felt poking into your ribcage, it was so rough that you ended up turning over and making eye-contact with the turtle responsible. He was grinning ear to ear, obviously proud of himself for finally getting your stubborn ass to turn.

“Hi, what do you want? Im trying to sleep?” you asked in the most polite voice you could muster after you got a broken rib from his rough poking.

“Im bored,” draggin out the ‘-ed’ in the word, making it sound more like a weird noise and not an actual word. He seemed bored, but you couldnt help that. He knows that every day you come down here after work to relax and rest, even though you had your own apartment, it just wasnt the same as sleeping alone than with your best friend next to you. If only you could get him to sleep.

“‘Nardo, my bestest friend in the whole world, i was almost asleep can you not entertain yourself for like? An hour?” 

You were not amused in the slightest, still looking him face on you noticed he had the biggest smirk. Oh no. he was planning something.

You began to roll away out of the danger zone but he was too quick and pounced on you, making you squeal and be squished. His laugh was loud and contagious, it was such a happy thing to hear. Right now on the other hand it was dangerous and meant there was more to come, which made its appearance very quickly.

Feeling his fingers on your sides was not a good sign, you were not immune to tickling in the slightest. His fingers were moving at pace so rapid that it felt like you couldnt breathe and were about to pee your pants. Giggling out your no’s and plea’s felt useless, he was not stopping till he was satisfied.

Finally after what felt like hours Leo stopped his attack, you could breathe again. You opened your eyes to see your attacker was already staring at you with a look you couldnt understand. 

The two of you were staring deeply at each other, not saying a weird but knew what was being said. Suddenly his lips were on yours in a frenzy,  passionate kiss. You didnt think twice before reciprocating, youd wanted this for so long but didnt think he wanted you.

His hands were gropping and grabbing anything within reach, from your thighs to your face again pulling you in close. His kiss was getting more and more feral, you were clashing teeth and tongues touching. 

“Can i fuck you?”

It surprised you, he pulled back just enough to get his sentence out before he put his lips back on yours, not even giving you time to respond. You had to push him back by his shoulders to get him to part from you.

“Please, please fuck me,” that’s all you had to say before he was ripping your pants off, pausing to admire your body and panties. Chuckling to himself seeing the white panties with the pink bow on the front, not thinking you were into these type of panties.

Glancing up from where he was laying on his stomach near your cunt, he nodded his head down and back up to you. Signaling he wanted to take them off and actually get the ball rolling. 

“What do you want, Leo?”

“I want to rip your panties off, sweetheart,” he could see that your panties were already damp, he wanted nothing else but to fuck you.

You nodded your head yes, and before you even finished nodding he ripped your panties. He threw them somewhere behind him before placing your legs on his shoulders, pushing his face into your cunt. He felt like he was in heaven, the smell of you and being this close to you was making him damn near close to cumming.

He licked a stripe from your hole to you clit before grabbing it into his mouth, sucking and biting like his life depended on it. After a couple minutes of him just doing his thing he experimentally stuck a finger in and out of your hole, making you moan.

Making sure you were prepped and wet enough, he slid up your body to kiss you. He started rutting up against you, reaching down to grab his cock before lining it up with your cunt. He slowly pushed it in, he didnt want to hurt you but he wanted to go at a faster pace. 

When he was finally fully sheathed he couldnt hold back. His pace was bruising to a point but nothing felt better than his hips hitting yours. His rhythm was starting to become erratic and his hips stuttered to a sudden stop, filling you up completely.

“Im so sorry, i didnt mean to uhm,” he trailed off, he hadnt pulled his hips back but you knew what he meant.

“No it’s fine, i wanted that,” you were embarrassed to even mutter that out, not being used to telling him how you actually felt. He leaned his forehead onto yours, kissing your nose before pulling out and laying down next to you.

[mx-darling-1]

I don't know if you're taking requests or not but if you are then could I get a wally x g/n reader who nearly passes out of being dehydrated and too hot?

This almost happened to me today (thankfully someone was around)

Please disregard if you find it triggering at all, have a good day

Absolutly! My requests are always open!

This was definitly a bit theraputic for me to write! I've struggled some with stuff thats caused me to be in that situation far more times then I'm proud of. Remember, always drink electrolytes if your going to be out in the heat! I'm no doctor but thats whats always helped me! TW: Dehydration, poor eating/hydration habits, and fainting/blacking out

Wally Darling X Dehydrated GN Reader A Summer Picnic

This was youre first summer in your new neighbor hood, and it was far hotter then anywhere youve ever lived. Usually as long as you wore lighter clothes you were fine in the summer. You often forgot to hydrate and sadly today was no different. You were in a pair of jean shorts and a tank top, something light for your picnic this afternoon. You were honestly excited, your first summer, and first date with Wally Darling. It is going to be absolutly amazing, at least thats what you thought. But, you hadnt eaten all morning so you would have an appetite for lunch. What you forgot to take into account was that you went to bed without dinner the night before simply because you were exaughsted.

Your date with Wally was going amazing y'all had been eating and chatting, a beautiful red blanket drapped across the perfect green grass. Being seated under the sun, you didnt even notice the heat against your skin or the sweat that began to bead off of you. You just happily chatted away with Wally, a bright smile on youre face. The two of you talked about anything and everything, but your vision began to get blurry. "Hey Wally, did we remember drinks?" Wally thinks for a moment before responding to you. "Oh dear, I can't believe I forgot! They are on the counter in Home!" You couldnt help but laugh gently, knowing that Wally meant no harm by this small accident. "Okay, then I'll go get it!" Without a second thought you stood up from the blanket and oh no.

Your vision begain to go black, white balls of lights appearing as your balance began to faulter. You didnt realize you were falling until you awoke in Wallys arms, him desperately fanning your face. "Neighbor! You fell over! Are you okay? Oh dear, we really must get you inside. I'm sure Home wont mind!" Wally stands up, you in his velvety arms. Thats something you dont know if youll ever get used to, he's almost two feet shorter yet can hold you with ease. Though...he eats with his eyes...so you suppose the size difference doesnt mean much here.

You didnt even realize you were at Home, so lost in your thoughts and stuggling to focus. You probably wouldnt have noticed if it werent for Wally speaking up. "Hello Home, please open up. Our dear neighbor fainted outside and I must get them cooled off." Home creaks with concern before opening its doors to let Wally get you inside. After only a few moments you were laying across Wallys couch, your date in the kitchen, although you arent quiet sure what he's up to. In fact, you had no idea until he walked back in. He was holding a damp towel; a bottle of water that seemed to be cold, well you assume so from the condensation; and he had a thermometer.

Wally walks right over to you and places the cold damp towel against your forehead. "Hey, do you know why you fainted like that darling?" Usually you'd be far more flustered from the nickname, but you were far to dizzy and exaughsted to pay that much attention. "Mm...I forgot to drink....I'm sorry Wally...I didn't mean to ruin our date." Wally shakes his head gently, handing you the cold water. "Drink up precious neighbor." You took the water bottle, opening it up and taking a few sips. Only once you took your first swallow did Wally began to talk again.

"You dont need to apologize to me dear. I still loved our date, and your health is more important to me then some picnic." Wally gently moves hair out of your face before placing the thermometor on your forehead. "I'll make sure you drink more from now on. I wouldnt want you to get sick or faint again like this. Especially if no one was there to catch you...oh dear well that would just be no good." The thermometer beeps and Wally checks it, a small sigh of relief leaving him as he puts it down on the stand beside the couch. "How....are you not mad at me?...I ruined our date..."

Wally cant help but shake his head, kissing your forehead before responding. "I would never be mad at you for something like this Darling. I doubt I could ever be angry with you for anything. I love you [Name], thats why I invited you on a date. If your health would make me upset with you, would I really love you?" You couldnt help but smile, leaning into Wally as he places a hand on your cheek. "Thank you Wally..." Wally strokes your cheek with his thumb, looking down at you adoringly. "Dont thank me dear neighbor, caring for you is a pleasure to me. Not a favor I'm doing, but something I do because I want to. Becuase I love you [Name], I truly do."

I hope you liked this chapter! I definitely enjoy writing Wally fluff, so I'm probably just going to keep requests open at all time! That way I can work on stories whenever! This request was really nice, but please make sure to take care of yourself!

[fishsticksloser]

a little for me! Future leo x Teen!reader(14-16)

gen: Platonic ofc, Found family and fluff

Idea: you know those peepaw multiverse where future leo got throw back to the past? yeah lets change that where instead of the turtles finding him, a teen reader found him in their yard, pass out and the reader just standing there wide eyes cuz theres a big turtle in their yard, now i know what your wondering wheres the reader's family? one word ✨Vacation~✨ anddd thats where the reader begin dragging him to the house to tend his wounds.

(you can add more plot, I really just want father figure peepaw ~^~)

Welcome Home

Future!Leo + gn!reader

Warnings: angst, mention of blood and injuries, mentions of death, platonic fluff, swearing, found family if you squint

A/N: I honestly haven't read many F!Leo fics, if you could please recommend me some. :) I don't know if this feels rushed or not...

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Going back in time probably wasn't Leo's best idea, at first anyways. He wanted to see his family again. He knew it would hurt, but he wanted to know that Casey succeeded, to know that his family was still alive, still thriving, that Raph had beaten the pizza box record.

What he didn't expect was to end up in someone's backyard. A teenager came out of the house. Worrying and fussing, not caring that he was 6ft turtle man, that he had a prosthetic arm, or that it looks like he'd been through hell and back. No. All this kid cared about was if he was hurt.

"Who are you?" Leo hisses as you help him stand. You introduce yourself, in a way you reminded him of his family. You helped him inside and set him on your couch. "Where's your family?"

"Family?" You ask, going to the bathroom and grabbing the first aid kit.

"Parents, siblings?" He asks, holding his side, sitting up a little better.

"Vacation." You said it so nonchalantly, like it was something you answered every day.

"And they left you here? Alone?" Leo presses. You begin to clean his wounds.

"Is there something wrong with that?" You dab some of the excess away.

"Did they make sure you had food? Water? Heating?" He grunts as you apply pressure to one of the wounds that had reopened.

"How did you end up in my backyard?"

"Don't change the subject."

"The answer isn't important."

"Yes it is. You're... What 15?" Leo groans, leaning forward so you can wrap up his plastron. "I have 2 younger brothers. I'd never leave them like this."

"Where are they?"

"What?"

"Your brothers. Where are they?"

"Somewhere in the city. I was going to find them."

"Really?" He plopped back down against the soft cushion. You gave him a disapproving look. "Like this?"

"You'd be surprised."

"Uh huh..." You got up, taking the dirty things and threw them away. "I could call them... If you have their numbers. But then again... you are a turtle man."

"You think I don't have a cell phone because I'm a turtle?"

"No offense, but normal people would be terrified if a giant turtle man came in and asked about phone plans."

"I'll give you that..." Leo sighs, feeling comfortable around this odd teenager. "You said normal people... Are you not normal?"

"Normal is... in the eye of the beholder." You shrug.

"Are you a yo'kai?"

"A what?"

"A yo'kai. They're... Nevermind."

Leo dreamt of his time in the resistance. Of Mikey, specifically when he died, an orange bandana now gracing his katana.

You got him something to eat and drink, making sure he was comfortable and his wounds stayed closed. Soon you left the room and Leo drifted off to sleep.

꒦꒷⚔️꒷꒦

"It'll take everything I have."

He thought about Raph, dying in his arms.

"This isn't your fault."

Raph's last words. He had tried so hard to push them down. Leo felt guilty for the Kraang invasion.

He dreamt about Donnie passing in the medbay.

"The world wasn't meant to be on some 16 year old's shoulders."

How could Donatello, of all people, forgive him? Tell him it's not his fault, tell him that it was okay.

Now he was here, in a time period where they're still alive, 6 years after the Kraang. He wanted to see them one last time. Just once Leo wanted to look upon the face of his brothers, his father, his sister. He wanted to hold them one last time.

Greif. Suffering. Wanting to go back and replace them. They deserved better, yet, he was the one to survive. Why?

Only to wake to a 15 year old, watching him.

"You talk a lot in your sleep." You say. "Who are they? The people you were talking about?"

"My brothers." Leo pants, the dream still fresh.

"They... died, didn't they..." You spoke softer, like you were afraid of upsetting him.

"Yes..." He breathed.

"May I ask... Why are you looking for them?"

"I'm from a different time, the me in this time is 22."

"Yeah right."

"Remember that freak accident 6 years ago? Aliens?"

"Yeah..."

"In my time period we didn't stop them, they took over the world. My... My brothers died fighting them."

"And you came back in time, to a different time period, because you miss them?"

"I am nothing without them."

"Why didn't you say so sooner? Let's go find them!"

You got him a big cloak to cover his 'turtleness' as you called it. You followed him through allies until you got to a sewer hole. He pulled it up, with a little help from you and dropped down.

"No offense, but this doesn't seem very homey to me." You jest.

"Let's hope that even in my advanced age, Donnie's system will still recognize me." Leo nudges you. "You on the other hand will probably be arrested."

"Tell them I'm a friend!"

You 2 continue down the tunnel, Leo pushed the hood off as you approached a door. He pushed it open and alarm bells started ringing.

"Fuck." Leo huffed. "Stay behind me. Donnie has a tendency to attack and ask question later."

Luckily Donnie wasn't the one who came to the door. It was Raph.

"Leo?" Raph lowered his Sai and reached out to him.

"Alright, who tripped the alarm!?" Leo could hear Donnie storming to the entrance. "Leo if you tripped the fucking alarm again-"

"Donnie... Raph..." Leo finally said, tears coming to his eyes. They looked so much better, healthier than the ones he grew up with. He wanted to hug them.

"Tello? Raph? What's..." Mikey walked up behind them. Donnie dropped his bo, shaking his head.

Finally tears fell. Leo fell to his knees, revealing you. It didn't seem to matter though as the other 3 turtles' eyes were still on the old man before you. Mikey rushed forward, pulling Leo into a hug.

"I'm so sorry." Leo hiccupped. "For everything."

Raph knelt down and pulled the 2 into a hug, his head on top of Leo's. Leo continued to apologize, for everything.

"It wasn't your fault." Raphael said. Donnie finally joined to mutants on the floor.

"The world was never supposed to be on one person's shoulders, especially not some kid's."

The words spoken on their death beds now had a new meaning. A weight lifted of Leo's shoulders, he squeezed his brothers, trying to engrain this moment into his brain.

"Who the hell is this kid?" All of you froze, looking up to see a young version of the old man you patch up. "Oh. I ruined a moment, didn't I?"

[xylerray]

Reasons why you got into an argument + how it goes and how it ends

Game: Genahin impact

Characters shown: Ayato, Childe, Scaramouche/Wanderer, Aether, Venti

Genre: Probably Angst but also comfort ig?

Authors note: nope I am definitely not writing this at 2 a.m. in the goddamn morning and making my eyesight worse than it already is. This is rushed with no structure or anything at all! Sorry for grammar or gender mistakes!

Ayato:

Listen I love Ayato but when it’s coming to arguments and he can use his knowledge he‘s a bitch

Reasons could be because he‘s so caught up in work, that you guys don’t spent enough time together or that he’s just so stressed he doesn’t even knows what he says. Also that your just caring a lot for him and he is not taking care of himself enough. Or that you are out so much meeting up with other people than tending to go to him.

At first it’s just like „Ayato please“ n shit but then someone says smth like „don’t be so annoying“ and then the rage is going on

It‘ll be loud very loud and a lots of „WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE TALKING TO ME LIKE THAT“

Thoma and Ayaka hear it and are always worried

You will just run outside slamming the fire behind you closed

After some hours you meet each other in a room

At first you just look at each other

One of you starts to apologise

You Botha say your sorry‘s

Then you start over and try to make your past mistakes better

Childe:

Reasons could be that he‘s really careless and that he always comes home bruised

He says you are only overreacting

Thats the line that makes you go furious

You scream as you try to explain that you just want to be a good and caring partner

Childe doesn’t let that go by and also starts to scream that he didn’t want Someone always being all over him

You then said angrily that he could’ve said it but you just worry about him so much

You storm out angry with tears in the eyes

After hours you start to feel bad

You want to go out and apologise

But as soon child sees you, he puts his hand on your waist, the other on your throat and pushes you against the wall and kisses you

After a long lasting kiss he hugs you and starts to apologise and says that he just should’ve told you that he doesn’t want that always

You also apologise that you started screaming and shouldn’t have done that

In the end you just laugh about it and eat something

Scaramouche/Wanderer:

Reasons could be that he just went to far with calling you names

Instead of really arguing you just ignore him a whole day which is enough to drive him crazy

He then just screams at you when he sees you next time and when he realises that you are crying he stops IMMEDIATELY

He somehow try’s to get an apology out but it’s too late and you rich out of the room

He apologises with making food to you and get the stuff you really like

In the end you cuddle and he gets an apology out and you forgive him

Aether:

Reasons could be that you never really have quality time and he always brings other people around

The argument also wouldn’t be an argument as well

You just go outside somewhere without letting him know

You know it drives him crazy

So when you come back he is already super angry and starts screaming at you

„WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN YOU CAN’T JUST GO OUT LIKE THAT WITHOUT TELLING ME WHO IS GOING TO PROTECT YOU“

You start screaming back and say that he never even spends time with you so why should he care about you savers

(Paimon already rushed into another room)

Your argument lasted an hour

In the end you try to calm down and say your sorrys probably not rlly meant at first

You both went separated ways and after some hours it went smooth again and it was forgotten

Venti:

Reasons are that he is always drunk, that he is flirting with other people and that you sometimes just throw his bottles away

He noticed that something was off is when he looked at you but you looked sour

That’s when he asked what’s wrong

You tell him

Instead of screaming at each other you both sit down and try to talk things over

You start with what you don’t like about is drinking

Then he says what he does not like about your behaviour

When both of you get louder you take your both hands to calm down

You try to find a compromise

And when you did, you cook together to make things up as an apology for the things you both do

Thanks for reading! Like said this is made at 2 a.m. and without structure and rushed ‘n shit so I’m sorry for any mistakes! Good night/ day/ evening/ morning!

[towards-toramunda]

A short lil fic that I wanted to exist:

The desert waste surrounding the malleus key was quiet and violently red.

Tomorrow Bell’s Hells planned to break in, use the key, and, hopefully, fearfully, arrive on the ruddy surface of Ruidus. They didn’t know when their next true rest would come, not really. Now, however, all was still. The only sound a dull thrum emanating from the inner workings of the key, and all was shaded a deep red. The shifting rainbow of the leylines still in their continuous dance, unchanged from their emergence weeks ago.

It was the second watch of the night, Orym and Ashton. Orym may not have dark vision, but the malleus key’s red vibrancy colored every visible surface around for miles, and it was the clearest he could view the world at night since… ever. It was disquieting. If he could see others in the shifting sand, surely they could see the hells too.

He moved his focus to his friends. They were all clumped together, FCG and Fearne surrounding Chetney, Imogen back to back with Fearne and holding onto Laudna with so much gentleness it hurt his heart. He shifted his focus back out. He needed to protect them. No matter the cost.

“Hey” Ashton broke the silence.

“Yeah?” Orym looked up at Ashton, they had a scarf wrapped around their head to hide the flickering lights of their injury, and Ashton’s sight was locked in place on the malleus key.

“After all of this is over… lets all go back to Zephrah for a bit. Rest up.” Their voice was hard and steely, their gaze never shifting from the key ahead.

“Ash…” Orym’s looked to the ground at his feet “I don’t want to pl-“

“No. We’re gonna go in, do what we fucking came to do, and then we’re gonna go to Zephrah. We’re gonna see your mom.” Their hands were tense, picking at their cuticles, their left leg bouncing. “Shes gonna make us muffins. We’ll bring them to the roof and look at the sunset. All of us. Together.”

Orym could feel the pressure of tears beginning to form behind his eyes as he began staring at the malleus key with the same determination. He didn’t want to get his hopes up, but…

“I’ll bring a bottle of mead” he grabbed Ashton’s hands with one of his to still them “theres a bee keeper in my neighborhood who makes the best elderberry mead in all of Tal’Dore.”

Both of them had their gaze locked on the bloody bridge ahead of them. Ashton squeezed Orym’s hand like a lifeline.

“That must be the guy your mom got the honey from” the wind was howling and stirring sand up around them.

“Yeah thats him.” The steady crackle of energy coming from the key added an electric feeling to the air.

“We’re gonna sit on the roof, and eat your mom’s muffins with honey, and drink mead, and do a round of what the fuck is up with that.” They could see the scattered skeleton of their former airship, now coated in dust, and scavenged for parts. What was meant to be destructive instead made useful.

“Yeah. Yeah, we’re gonna go to Zephrah together. We’re all gonna-“ tears began to fall down Orym’s cheeks.

Ashton bowed his neck and raised Orym’s hand up to meet their lips, placing a soft, dry kiss to the back of his hand.

“We’re gonna go to Zephrah.” Ashton’s gaze never once moved away from the malleus key. “We’re gonna go back to Zephrah.”

Link on ao3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/52884496

[clean-bands-dirty-stories]

New Chapter ~ H.D.

A/n: Finally getting more requests out!! Six left :)

Request: “Hamish falling for the reader (male, if thats okay?) who has just been chosen by one of the pelts, and being terrified of losing him because of what happened with Cassie?? Maybe Randall pushes him into confessing by threatening to ask him out himself? (I love a chaotic good wingman )” by anon

MASTERLIST

It had been a long time coming.

Hamish knew what was going on with him. He knew what that feeling in his chest was when he looked at Y/n. He knew why his fingers twitched when Y/n had a hair out of place, or something smeared on his face. He knew why he tended to lean into Y/n, like he was magnetic, and why he protected him more than anyone else. Why he listened to Y/n talk about things that Hamish otherwise found incredibly dull and a waste of time. Why he let Y/n invade his space and do things he’d murder any of the others for doing - like making drinks with his special cups. He knew what it meant when Y/n stole a random shirt and it happened to be Hamish’s and when he wore it around, it made the poor TA unable to move or breathe or think.

If any of that wasn’t obvious enough, he gave himself away with his thoughts. The ones that took him through a day distracted because he was thinking about what Y/n was wearing, or his smile or voice or laugh or touch. The ones that excitedly counted down the seconds until Hamish could see him again. The ones that had him waking up gasping from dreams he did not want to think about... the ones that followed him in the daytime too, dreaming even with his eyes open and smiling to himself at the fantasies his stupid little mind came up and tortured him with.

Hamish knew he was in love with Y/n.

That wasn’t the problem.

Y/n was another TA, and worked for one of the math teachers - physics. They had initially bonded over people thinking their subject boring and hard and ridiculous and unnecessary. The men had exchanged so many jokes about it they’d started to wonder if the other would be able to understand their subject. So they’d done lesson plans together, and then... kept doing that, because it was a lot easier and more pleasant to do it with someone else.

Now they were friends...

But Hamish wasn’t human. Not really. He was a Knight, a wolf. He was caught in a war of magic and moral greyness. One that held either death or misery for everyone who was apart of it. He couldn’t have a relationship in this world - he had tried once, and it had failed. Now more than ever, he was surrounded with failing relationships that reminded even more that it just wouldn’t work.

And even if it did, how could he ever subject Y/n to this world? He was already stressed, even if he did talk about having adventures and becoming a hero. Even if he did like fantasy books and studied mythology lore. Even if he dreamed of more... he didn’t actually understand what he was asking for. While Y/n was busy dreaming of magic, Hamish wished he could join him. Wished he didn’t know. That he had never even looked at or touched or smelled any of it.

And yet, he’s in love with him.

So really it was inevitable.

In one way or another, Hamish expected Y/n to learn what was going on. Learn about the secrets Hamish had been hiding from him. If not the shifty behavior, perhaps the actual magical battle that happened on the porch of the den, or the fear eating demon that went around, or the wolves who had lost their memories freaking out when they heard magic, or the hundreds and hundreds of memory altering spells that began rolling in as magic got closer and closer to being exposed.

He had accounted for everything.

Except for this.

Because how could it go any other way. Right?

Hamish tried to calm his breathing. Tried to clear his mind. Tried to steady his heartbeat. He hadn’t known what to expect when today had gone oh so wrong. Alyssa’s funeral had been today, and Lilith was still trying to get back into hell as they tried to figure out what exactly to do about the whole situation. And... then there was Y/n.

He had come to the funeral mostly to support Hamish. Y/n had only met her once, and it had been brief. She was in his class and had missed a day a while back when she caught the flu. Of course, it had actually been because she was losing sleep trying to come up with a memory dust that would actually wipe the wolves’ minds so they wouldn’t be killed - but details, details right?

The point was, Y/n shouldn’t have even been there. Maybe at the funeral, but not after. Not when the wolves and magicians all gathered around the trunk a way aways from the crowd that had been dispersing. Everyone was going home, and even if they did look over they’d see a bunch of people who had been close to Alyssa gathered together over a trunk. Hamish wondered, looking back, if that was what Y/n had seen. Maybe a trunk of Alyssa’s things, being discussed over.

Whatever he saw, it worried him enough to approach. None of them noticed - they were too distracted by the way the trunk bucked, jerking as if something inside was trying to get out.

They all knew what that meant.

Unfortunately, that made no damn sense. Everyone currently in the group was already wolfed up, except Vera whose face was twisted with horror as she feared that she was about to be chosen by not just any wolf pelt, but Alpha.

It wasn’t Vera.

The chest fell onto its side, stilling for a second.

“Is everything okay over here, guys?”

Hamish watched his life turn into a horror movie in slow motion. Of all the terrible things he’d faced, watching in bullet time as the trunk exploded open and the pelt launched out from inside, swallowing a wide eyed Y/n whole - that was the worst thing Hamish had ever seen or experienced. Nothing could top this.

Thankfully most of the people were gone and Jack acted quickly, rushing Y/n into the woods and even further away from anyone who might see anything. Y/n didn’t seem to be on the attack for anyone specific, but when any of the other wolves went to stop him, Y/n would growl and his teeth would bare and they all felt a pull to obey. To kneel. To listen.

Not even Hamish had seen anyone take to Alpha so well as Y/n.

The next few days had been hectic. Catching Y/n up on the reality of life had been a lot, and with the new emotions of Alpha driving him, his usual placid nature was becoming aggravated. The more they tried to teach or place Y/n in a situation he felt out of control in, the more agitated he seem to become, reactions arranging anywhere from verbally retaliating to literally trying to bite someone’s head off.

The turn for the better had kicked off when Lilith had tried to claw her way back to Hell yet again an Y/n had been able to stop her. She may be a demon, but she had been a wolf first, and as Timber still lived on inside of her, he answered to Alpha before anything else.

It was what seemed to have pushed Alpha to find a host. Timber was trapped in Lilith until she died and if she was a demon, it meant she’d be nearly if not completely immortal. Which meant Timber would be lost forever. The wolves may not totally care about their hosts but they did care about each other - first and foremost.

A weird relationship formed between Y/n and all the other wolves because of this.

Not only did Lilith, a demon, listen to him despite all her best efforts, so did Randall. Even with his dumbest ideas and impulses were satiated by a strong word or look from Y/n. Jack’s craziest plans were paused, and with some pressure they all finally slowed down - which meant they made better plans, but no one was happy about it. Gabrielle tried to flirt to get out from under Y/n’s gaze, which seemed to sear deeply into all of their souls, but even she found her eyes averting when Y/n pressed issues and shut her attitude down, or stopped her when she was lashing out or treating someone badly.

Hamish was weak to Y/n, but the other wolves knew that wasn’t because of Alpha.

The real tragedy was that Y/n wasn’t doing it on purpose. He tried so hard all the time to not to, in fact, and cringed every time he shut down Jack or Randall, or silenced Gabrielle or brought Lilith to a stand still. He recoiled physically when Hamish would stop dead in the middle of a sentence, or how he backed down far too quickly from his team leader role the second Y/n was in the room.

He really couldn’t help it though. Not only because Alpha didn’t hesitate a second to flex his authority over everyone else in the group, but because Y/n was a very assertive person. Never in an overbearing way, but more in a mom friend way. When he spoke, people listened. When his students goofed around or did something stupid all he needed to do was shoot them a look and they’d usually calm down. It wasn’t new that Y/n walked into a room and held authority - it was a problem that he hadn’t earned the authority he had with the Knights. It’s was even by choice - Alpha’s wolf magic or whatever the fuck was forcing the other wolves to listen to Y/n, and it made him the most uncomfortable - even more uncomfortable than Gabby and Lilith who constantly bit that this was incredibly sexist.

The second turn for the better came full circle when Y/n seemed to get his impulses under control.

At first he avoided speaking or eye contact, still radiating that aura of power but containing it as best he could. This is when Hamish would take over again, working with Vera to help the rest of the group.

After that, it was that he could speak, or make eye contact, but not at the same time without triggering some Alpha power. Very quickly he learned how to do both and still not inflict his will on other people.

Then Y/n became a much better leader, making suggestions and letting his own charisma and good ideas influence others rather than influencing everyone via force. He earned his spot the right way, eventually reaching a place where he and Hamish were sort of co-leaders.

Y/n was struggling though. Even with his powers slowly getting under control, Y/n constantly beat himself up and felt horribly guilty when Lilith would freak out and Y/n was forced to use his abilities to stop her from escaping. Then kept her in a demon circle in the basement, trapped for now but ready to escape at any second.

Even with powers aside, Y/n was struggling with this new world he now had to face. He was curious, and asked lots of questions and generally seemed to enjoy it, but... that joy seemed to drain a little, more and more as bad things started to happen. Y/n had thought magic was cool until someone used it for evil, or until the ringing made him shift and kill people, or some seriously fucked up shit started to bubble up.

He struggled to wrap his head around it as they all did in the beginning, and as he battled with his dreams coming true versus realizing those dreams had only been half of the story and that there was actually a darkness to this life he had once wanted, Hamish suffered more and more. His relationships had been hopeless before, but now that was gone. Now it was so much worse, because not only was Y/n’s suffering greater and his view of the world darkened, but Hamish desperately yearned for him.

That was the thing about Y/n. He might have lost some of his vigor, but at his core he still believed that people were more inclined to be good than evil. That those who made bad decisions were just lost, and usually searching for something else entirely but had been convinced that their current way was the only way to get what they really wanted. The vampire wasn’t a sadistic killer, they just needed to eat. The Order wasn’t cruel and power hungry, they were hiding who they really were in a world they feared would reject and attack them. They felt out of control and ultimately scared - being brought to your knees wasn’t for everyone.

His compassion and mercy only made him so much more amazing in Hamish’s eyes. Y/n was a great leader, and even better when he worked closely at Hamish’s side. Randall began to joke that the two men were the Den Mother and Father, which didn’t help Hamish’s poor heart.

As things heated up and the pack got closer and closer, Randall cornered Hamish. “Okay all chaos and shit hitting the fan aside, what is wrong with you?”

Hamish blinked, looking down at the shorter man. “I’m... not sure what you mean.” He knew exactly what Randall meant. Since even before Y/n had been a wolf, Randall had been pushing Hamish to act on his feelings. This pushing had turned to shoving since Y/n had bonded with Alpha, and then escalated into full body tackling when things had regulated and turned into what it was now.

Randall rolled his eyes. “You two are perfect for each other. Why work you do anything?”

“Why won’t he?” Hamish snapped. “Why is it up to me?”

Randall immediately knew that they were getting somewhere. “He tries! He doesn’t flirt or anything, but if he even tries to joke with you, or do anything that normal friends do - if it’s not leading the pack together or doing something school related you shut down. You keep your distance like he’s trying to kill you or something.”

Hamish didn’t have anything to say to that. He just shrugged. When Randall rose an eyebrow, Hamish sighed. “Everything’s really complicated right now. Lilith is finally acting like her old self, and warming up to Y/n. I’m trying to not make it any more complicated than it is.”

Randall scoffed. “It’s always complicated, Hamish. Jack and Alyssa are the best of example that there’s no good time to do this kind of thing, and that sometimes it fails even when you try everything. I mean, look at Nicole and Lilith even, or-“ he cut off for a second, holding something back.

Hamish’s lips twitched just a little. “You and Jack?”

Suddenly Randall looked less confident. It had been a long time coming between them. After Jack had gotten his memories back, his relationship with Alyssa hadn’t been the same. It quickly seemed like he was growing more and more platonic with her, and stopped chasing her altogether. When she died, he had been heartbroken - not for his lost love, but for his lost friend. He had cared about her very differently to the day they’d met and the relationship they’d had after that. Along with that, Jack and Randall had been getting closer and closer, and Hamish was pretty sure there was something going on there.

Hamish was also sure that was why Randall wanted Y/n and Hamish to get together. Not just because he wanted to see the people he cared about happy, but because if they worked out, it meant some hope for Jack and Randall too.

It had been unfair to point out though, and they both knew it. “Feelings are hard and people are complicated, and this weird dynamic between the Order and the Knights isn’t going to get much easier - at least not in our time line. Even if we work together better eventually, there’s still too much history. Even more so with demons in the mix, and these rogue magic users trying to end the world with their pride.” He rolled his eyes, ever trying to ease tension with soft teasing and a joke or two. “It’s never going to be the right time. The right time doesn’t exist - even for normal people. Life is complicated and hard and against everyone.”

Shrugging again, Hamish brushed off the rather good argument. “It’s hard for normal people. And it’s even worse for us. More complicated, and more dangerous, and way more pointless. Don’t we have enough to worry about?”

“Don’t we have enough suffering?” Randall argued. “Haven’t we lost enough? Told ourselves no? Fought our feelings and forgiven people we didn’t want to? Why can’t you let yourself be happy? Adding more suffering into your plate by refusing to allow yourself this is just another goddamn thing that life gets over you. You’re miserable!”

A scoff shot from Hamish. They were both getting agitated, voices rising just a little as they got heated. “Haven’t we lost enough?” Hamish mocked. Not that it had been a dumb question, but that Randall had said the exact reason Hamish was so hesitant to do anything about his feelings and still couldn’t wrap his mind around it. Couldn’t see the simple truth staring him directly in the face.

Before, Randall genuinely hadn’t understood what the big hold up was. As he looked at Hamish now though, it clicked. He softened. “This is about Cassie.”

Cassie.

Did Randall have to say her name? In this conversation that hit hard and cut deep, couldn’t they spare the TA and not force him to relive everything in blinding vibrance? As if the situation itself wasn’t enough. Randall sighed, frowning.

“Every once in a while, I forget.” Randall’s voice was soft. Hamish looked up at him; Randall looked back steadily. “You play cup pong to solve problems and rant about shit so nerdy I can’t even begin to wrap my brain around it. You mix drinks and have all these traditions. You seem... so unphased, by everything. Older too. You’re only a year or so older than me, but you’re just constantly oriented.” He smiled fondly, chuckling. “I always admired your ability to keep it together. To have an open mind and keep going, even when you’re so tired and done and sometimes I think you’re finally going to stop. Give up in some small way or another. And then you don’t.”

For a moment, Hamish can’t look at Randall anymore. He shakes his head. “What’s you’re point?”

“Goddamnit,” Randall sighs. “I can’t imagine what it was like to lose her. You changed so much after that... but you shouldn’t stop yourself from being happy every again.” A pause. “But hell, if you really are decided to lose him, don’t let me stop you. In fact, please give me the sign that it’s cool to make a move. The man is...” Randall tilted his head, smirking, looking off I RK the distance a bit, like he was admiring a memory instead of anything around him. “If you don’t ask him out, I’ll be happy to do it instead.”

Hamish rolled his eyes. They both knew Randall was full of shit. No matter how attractive he found Y/n, his heart was set on someone else. That didn’t stop Hamish from finding himself suddenly very willing to talk to Y/n about his feelings. The real fear had always been losing Y/n, and now a different kind of loss occurred to him.

In all his agony, Hamish had never considered losing Y/n to someone else. Not death or magic or depression or the pressure of their new life or even Alpha. Not to school or students or time or graduation or when they eventually moved onto the next thing. Hamish could lose him, right here, right now, to a pretty smile and shimmering eyes.

Just someone else.

Kicked into gear, Hamish didn’t even give Randall a response. He just shot him a glare and then huffed, turning and pulling out his phone as he began to walk toward the school. He called Y/n. “Hey are you available right now?”

“Like, right at this very second?” Y/n asked. “Um. I’m grading. But I could take a break,” Y/n added hastily. “If you needed something.” He’d been trying to leave things open ended so it was less a shit down or a command and more of a conversation. It made Hamish smile.

“Maybe not need.” Hamish knew he was stalling. That didn’t stop him from doing it though, pretending that he was considering leaving Y/n to his work even as he quickly made his way to Y/n’s form. “If you’re too busy.”

“Never too busy for you,” Y/n answered with a slight chuckle. He got a lot softer when talking to Hamish, a little lighter too. Like the sun was coming out after a cold night, or weight was being lifted off of his shoulders. Like just talking to Hamish was enough to make the burden of life a little easier to bard.

Oh boy.

Please have mercy, he silently begged, more than sure that he was about to get anything but.

“Quick, meet me at your dorm. I do need something, but if we keep it fast you can get back to it.”

Really, Y/n was almost done. He wasn’t stressed about it. He was tired from all the things he’d been keeping track of though, so he didn’t mind keeping the option to keep the hang out short in case he ran out of a social battery completely. So he didn’t tell Hamish that. “Okay, I’ll be down soon.”

Something sharp started to turn in Hamish’s stomach as he tried to not let his brain talk him out of meeting Y/n and going through with what he was about to do. The second he got to the form and saw Y/n’s smile, he thought about bolting... but then he thought about Y/n smiling at someone else. At Randall or maybe even Gabby or someone else entirely. Someone other than him. Suddenly it wasn’t hard to stay in place and approach the other TA.

They both walked toward each other, meeting in the middle. Y/n seemed a little concerned at the intense look on Hamish’s face. “You okay?” He asked gently. A part of him worried there was some horrible news once again, but he got the feeling it would have been a meeting at the Den, or a discussion for when they got together and did their grading if it had to do with the Knights of school.

“Unlikely,” Hamish joked. It fell a little flat and he shook his head, deciding to simply going for it. “Y/n, I...” he looked away, swallowing. Maybe it would have been better if Y/n ended up with someone else... and then something clicked in Hamish’s head. “Our lives are so fucking complicated. Between teaching classes and fighting the forces of evil, I feel like we can never catch a break.” Y/n chuckled and Hamish actually smiled. “But then I’m with you, and you make it all a little bit easier. It’s not complicated with you, and you help me with everything else. With anyone, for either of us, it’s going to be harder. You get what it’s like to be a TA. You know what it’s like to be a college student. What it’s like to be in on this world of magic. What it’s like to be a Knight when there’s the Order, or tourist magic users. What it’s like to be the leader of a team of idiots.” They both laughed again, but this time they were both blushing. “I was so scared to lose you. But... I am. By not acting on my feelings, by letting you pass me by. I’m losing everything - and I’d rather lose you after I’ve gotten to experience what it’s like to have you. Really have you, as mine. And me as yours. We all lose each other eventually, but maybe we can get a few years first.

Voice gone, Y/n could only stare at Hamish. His eyes were full of tears but he was smiling, his lips pressed together as he tried to hold himself together. When Hamish didn’t say anything for a while though, it was obvious that he was waiting for a response though so Y/n tried to manage it. “Are you saying that you want to try something more than what we have? Because if this is one of those ridiculously cheesy love confessions, theoretically, I would say - in this situation - that I’d maybe like to step back for a second. Maybe we could start with a date and then go from there.

Whatever fears had been holding Hamish back before disappeared and he laughed. “I would love to start with a date. Just the two of us.” He tilted his head, suddenly feeling sheepish and silly. “What did you have in mind?”

Y/n smiled. “I was about to finish my grading.” He didn’t want to go back to that nonsense now. This was so much better. “Come inside and I’ll make dinner. Maybe we could make it together, and then play a gam for watch something. Or just talk.”

Nodding, Hamish stapled closer and brushed his knuckles along Y/n’s. They both let a breath of relief out as Y/n intertwined their fingers. It seemed they had a lot to talk about after all. Hamish couldn’t wait.

“Lead the way.”

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Male reader: @stuckoutsideofthebox @sortzz

[tixuctoad]

Various Owl House characters reacting to getting cheesed [sh1tpost]

Based on oomf from my other blog :0

Mostly randomized characters, probably ooc but really, who cares? This is meant to be silly

Eda

Not gonna lie I feel like she'd see it coming and open her mouth as it comes flying. Eats it whole, almost doesn't flinch

Lilith

Yelps when she sees it coming, but her body doesn't react. Just takes it, it sticks to her face. She cringes at the smell of the fake cheese

Luz

Understands the meme, is a good sport about it,

"Cheesed to meet you too," as she grins

Amity

Similar to lilith but she manages to react; summons a bit of abomination good in an attempt to block it

Sternly tells you to never do it again

Gus

It slaps him right on the nose

"Oh cool! Human cheese!"

Tries eating it off his face as it slides down to his mouth.... immediately stops when the taste sinks in... heartbreak

Willow

😐

More confused than angry

Why?

Just peels it off and?? Awkwardly hands it back??

Hunter

Also confused, but like, angry confused

Doesn't get it at all nor does he appreciate the prank

Peels it off his face and just slaps it back at you

Red faced

Vee

So you know how cats kinda leave their heads and upper body backwards when they get cheesed while they're sitting?

They do that

Hope I explained that well

They fall over

King

Similar to eda; just eats it but hes not as agile as her so he just eats it off his skull

Hooty

Same thing as eda, but he'd much rather eat bugs

Principal Bump

????

??

Really REALLY confused; doesn't know if he should be angry or if he should laugh

Doesn't know its cheese.. doesnt smell like it

Confiscates it

Raine

What can I say? They've got a huge forehead

Beet red, just

Droops

Feeds the slice to eda

Darius

Do you have a d3ath wish?

Thats all I'm gonna say

Eberwolf

Jumps out of the way

Sniffs the cheese

Hisses

Osran

He's already seen it coming

No matter how hard you try, you will fail to hit him with it

Gives you a tired and disapproving look

Mason

Annoyed, peels it off and throws it away

Huffs at you before returning to his things

Hettie

Again

Do you have a d3ath wish?

Enjoy your kidneys while you still have them

Vitimir

Probably the only one (asides eda king and hooty) who will eat it

He's had worse, I hc he tests his own potions and ingredients

One kraft single isn't going to break him

Don't do it again, though

Adrian

Audibly squeals and attempts to slap it out of the air

Verbally berates you for even thinking about throwing something so vile at him

Will complain about it for the rest of the week

Terra

AGAIN

Do you have a d3ath wish?

Have fun being plant food

Will fake being a good sport, is actually pissed

Belos

This man has never seen such a thing

This man will perish if he drinks a McDonalds sprite; I'm sure a kraft single will inflict similar damage

Collector

Really confused and thought it was one of his lil stars for a second

"??"

Do not the lil guy

On a good day he might giggle and return the favor, but on a bad day...

Kiki

Starts ranting and raving about how disrespectful you are

Stomps her feet and raises her voice

Has a little tantrum

Camila

You don't think Luz has already done this with her?

Yeah no, she immediately knows whats going on

Pats your head, but sets a clear boundary to not do it again.. or at least to not aim for faces

Alador

Stands there stunned for a few seconds

For a moment you think he broke him

He peels it off and just observes it

"🤨⁉️⁉️"

Odalia

Immediately goes off, not too dissimilar to how she treats her family

Slap another piece on her out of spite

Mattholomule

Red faced and embarassed

Peels it off

Throws it away

Tries to play it off

Steve

Unfazed, peels it off

"Oh cool,"

Takes a bite of it, immediately grimaces, but keeps eating because he committed

Boscha

If she threatens to set Luzs eyes on fire over a light glyph, imagine what she'll do if you PURPOSEFULLY cheese her

Viney

Inspects it

...

Throws it away, tells you not to do it again, moves on

Barcus

Shakes it off his face, sneezes at it

"Why would you disrespect me like this?"

Jerbo

Wilts

Presses it in your hand

It's all crumpled and folded up now

He walks off

Gwendolyn

😐

Laughs it off but the look in her eyes is a look only a mother can muster: the message clear as day.. don't ever do that again

Dell

Genuine good sport

Laughs it off

Faust

You will be incinerated.

[neko-naruto]

Heartbeat

Summary: Sometimes Kenny needs to force himself to slow down and just look at everything that's brought him to this brand new state of waking up beside Kyle every morning

Warnings: Heavily described character death (its the one that keeps him dead for a season), hospitals, descriptions of limbo, crying, check Ao3 port for full tags

Authors Note: I got a bit silly with the dialogue placement so there's close to none instead of the usual amount, don't worry though we have a happy ending cause I'm weak. hope ya'll enjoy!

Kenny doesn't ever consider himself a 'lucky guy.' Not even when he's winning big in blackjack, or not dying despite everything. He just doesn't think about his life, each and every terrible death he's endured only for no one but him (and sometimes Cartman) too remember, and go 'thats good luck.'

Who can blame him either?

The world keeps throwing these absolutely terrible situations at him where he had no choice but to die, for everyone too watch, and for no one too remember it the next day. Sure, he'd get lucky sometimes and have a day without death even though he's almost being drowned in an intricate cave system. And sometimes he'd wake up and have Cartman call and ask if he's feeling alright, but that rarely happens. He's just coasted through the motions since grade three, every single day bringing a death worse than the last until he hit his absolute lowest point.

He isn't even sure of what it actually was, but he'd say it was like cancer, or how people describe cancer when they know nothing about it. He was hospitalized. He couldn't walk, he couldn't sleep, he couldn't even eat or drink. He was stuck in an uncomfortable bed for so long, hooked up too a machine that beeped with his heart and carefully monitored him. He knew he was truly fucked when that happened, that this would be it, for real.

His muscles were atrophying, slowly deteriorating in a way that only spelled out death. And he fully expected to slug through the remainder of his pitiful days alone in a room sterilized to the point it made his eyes water. Walls painted a dull gray that made him feel as dead as he was going to be once more. But Kyle was there the entire time, at his side, translating for the doctors and holding his hand even though he was sure it would infect the redhead. Kyle was sitting there throughout every moment of his remaining days, holding his hand, filling the silence, and despite the doctors orders, opening the curtains for some light.

Kenny remembers his last day vividly, in full color but some details tearing at the edge. He remembers his heartbeat starting too fade out. He remembers how hot Kyle's tears were when he wiped them aside. He remembers the smile he forced to console Kyle because death isn't that scary. But for Kyle it was scary. They were still kids when that happened, no older than thirteen, it made sense Kyle was scared. Maybe if he remembered Kenny's deaths he wouldn't be as worried, he'd know the blonde would come back.

Although, what Kenny remembers the most are the few words Kyle said too him.

"Please don't die, I need you,"

And he remembers how much reverence was on them, he remembers the depth. He knew exactly what they meant but he couldn't croak out a response. He lost his voice permanently two days beforehand, vocal chords rotted away leaving him speechless. All he could do was try his very hardest to squeeze Kyle's hand and hope that sufficed to say 'I need you too.' He remembers the sheer terror on Kyle's form when he finally faded out, being allowed to stay in the same plane for just a bit longer.

He remembers the absolutely gut-wrenching sobs that tore through Kyle as he clutched Kenny's frail and deteriorated corpse close. He knows it was still warm as Kyle sobbed into his shoulder, and tangled his hand into faded hair. He remembers watching the doctors have too tear away his body from Kyle before the redhead would let go only in a physical sense. He remembers what came after as well, he was allowed to stay till sundown and watch over his friends as they cried and denied.

He still gets a kick out of the STEM cell restaurant, and he wonders if Cartman knew that'd get a laugh out of him even in death. He knows that those cells probably couldn't have saved him, it was already too late by the time the cells had arrived. He remembers laughing to the point it should've hurt as he watched Kyle and Cartman fight about the misuse of the STEM cells.

And then he was in the darkness for who knows how long. His curse refused to kick in and he remembered exactly how much he hated his time in the void. He hated it more than his time in hell, because at least in hell he had someone too talk to. Albeit that someone turned him into a platypus, but it was someone. He remembers sitting there in the terrible pitch black space. The air was humid but all too dry at the same time. He'd be stuck in a horrible temperature of almost cold or switch too almost hot. The silence absolute aside from his own cracking and quiet voice. And no matter how far he tried to run or swim or fly through the abyss, he was always back where he started because it was always the same.

He remembers falling asleep in darkness and waking up in a room that smelt like alcohol and mildew. He remembers the ecstasy and euphoria that shot through him when he could feel his own heartbeat. Of course, he also had too stay in control and not look too giddy as he rushed out the door only halting to catch Karen in a hug so tight she complained it hurt a bit. He remembers how loud the snow under his boots sounded in his ears.

He remembers seeing Kyle and dragging him into a hug, hoisting him up just a little bit. He wanted so badly to kiss him right then and there to say the three magic words until his throat was raw. But he didn't, instead Kyle asked where he went for so long and Kenny just pointed south easy and said 'over there.' He remembers the sense of worry on Kyle's voice and how he held himself after that, be remembers it all so clearly up until he took Kyle's hand and squeezed tight before asking one simple question.

"Do you remember?"

And despite his hesitance, Kyle nodded, he squeezed tighter in response. Then he yanked Kenny all too close and the memory of the desperation in his motions left Kenny woozy. He remembers how softly the redhead shook and cried because he wasn't insane, Kenny did die. And Kenny remembers the way that he didn't know what he was supposed to say because Kyle remembered.

"I still need you man,"

And now, six years later, Kenny finds himself still facing the same hardships, but with a very different backdrop. His head is resting on Kyle's chest as he stares up at the ceiling and listens too his lovers heartbeat. It's the most calming white noise Kenny has access too, the most therapeutic chain of sounds he knows of. It pairs nicely with the rise and fall of Kyle's chest.

He props himself upright with a gentle sigh, unlatching fingers from where they rest, firmly grasping his midsection and holding him close. Kyle still needs him, and Kenny still needs Kyle. He traces over Kyle's form with his eyes, from where the blanket has been kicked off down to every contour of his face. He looks nice, he looks peaceful. He blinks himself awake with a yawn and Kenny smiles a little bit before Kyle focuses his eyes on the blonde.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Kyle asked, voice dredged in sleepiness and dripping with that perfect flavor of just woke up disorientation.

Kenny gives a hum as he runs a hand through Kyle's hair, "Just how lucky I am to have you."