#i swear these people telling you to try and only wash your hair once a week are deranged

[brunetterightsactivist]

interesting how i start washing my hair daily again and suddenly it finally seems like its growing. makes you think

[ataraxixia]

sunday brainrot will not leave me ALONE just thinking abt his little "triple faced gods blah blah tell the truth" AURRRGGHH need to be interrogated by him SO BAD

omg yes

I imagine a scenario where you were his little insight spy without your knowledge and he‘ll use the Harmony to coax the information out of you. But this time- he was jealous of someone he didn't know.

i‘m completely normal about this man I swear

Clematis

pairings: Yan!Sunday x reader warnings: Yandere, Manipulation, Gaslighting, Reader referred to as „Angel“, god complex Sunday (?)

it was supposed to be a simple meeting with your loving boyfriend.

when he requested your presence, you initially thought he was stressed because of work again and that he needed rest- that he needed you, as usual.

after bidding farewell to the shopkeeper you were currently with, you made your way towards the Reverie Hotel. Some Family members on the way recognized you and gave you a small smile or a simple bow- mostly due to the fact that you were Sunday‘s lover. You reciprocated the kind gesture and gave a quick smile as well, even after having the strange feeling of being watched.

once you were on the plaza in front of the Reverie, you noticed one of Sunday‘s crows on one of the fences, watching you closely. They have always been around the city and Sunday told you to simply ignore them, so you did. But today, they seemed restless; when you left Dewlight Pavillion, when you walked around Golden Hour, when you bought some snacks from a Pepeshi Person- at least one crow was watching you.

opening the doors to Dewlight Pavillion, you were expecting to see Brina behind the reception counter greeting you, but instead, you were met with utter silence- as no one was in the room. A hint of uneasiness washed over your body as you continued to traverse through the Pavillion. Even in the halls, where there were usually some guards, there was silence.

you were filled with worry before rushing towards Sunday‘s office, flinging the door open- only to see him stand leisurely in front of the bookcase.

after hearing you entering, your lover turned around and gave you his charming smile.

„Good, you‘re here, my dear.“ he said, one hand behind his back and the other directing towards an armchair. „Please, sit.“ you slowly shook your head as you turned to the door again, stuttering over your words. „The… e-entire Pavillion- there‘s.. no one.. i-is everything okay?“ as you turned back to Sunday, he gave you a reassuring smile. „yes, everything is fine, Angel. Please, calm down and sit.“ you shrugged before listening to your lover, sitting down. The uneasy feeling in your stomach did not falter one second, but you were telling yourself that you were safe as long as Sunday was there.

„Dear, you seem more stressed than I was a few moments ago. Shall I ease your worries first before I tell you mine?“ you let out a long exhale as you nodded your head. Usually, you were the one calming Sunday down after a long day; stroking his hair, cleaning his wings, kissing his temple- he always said he appreciated these small gestures and you loved to do them.

sunday did the same to you right now. He brushed a few hairs out of your face, held your cheek in his palm and kissed you lightly on the forehead, his wings engulfing your head softly. your body and mind had calmed down by the time he retracted his face and when he smiled again you mirrored it. However, when you looked closer, his smile wasn‘t genuine and behind, there were his crows- their eyes focused on you.

„Have you calmed down? May I now share my troubles with you, Angel?“ he asked like usually and without hesitation, you nodded. „Of course.“

„Perfect. Now, there have been some… ‚issues‘ inside the Family‘s network. The Bloodhound Family has been trying to apprehend a stowaway, and please, don‘t take this the wrong way when I say this,“ the feeling in your stomach only increased and you didn‘t like it.

„you meet a lot of people everyday, and the stowaway was one of them, we believe. You wouldn‘t mind telling me about that, would you?“ Sunday had his hand on your cheek and stroked it softly with his thumb, the fabric of his gloves smooth on you skin, but your breath hitched as his hand traveled to you chin, holding it.

"I'm afraid I don't know a-anything." you tried to sound normal, but the small stutter gave you away, yet Sunday only chuckled. "I don't need any of your lies today, love. My patience has been running thin these past few days." his charming smile was replaced with a small frown and your body was betraying you. You tried to compose yourself, but it was futile.

"I only need truths." Sunday said and his whole demeanor changed.

"Oh, Triple-Faced Soul, please sear their tongue and palms with a hot iron, so that they will not be able to fabricate lies and make false vows."

your whole mind was shooting blanks as you felt an unfamiliar dizziness wash over you. The whole room was becoming too colorful, and your lover's face became distorted as he made you look at him again.

"I apologize for the circumstances, but you gave me no choice. Under the light of the Harmony, all wickedness is revealed." his words were echoing in your ears and you finally realized the situation you were in.

The crows, the empty pavilion, the Harmony: he was watching you.

"Who were the people you met two days ago on the Dream's Edge?" he asked and multiple memories flooded your mind. At this very moment, you were scared. Scared at your Lover. You didn't want to answer but a terrible headache took your mind off the idea.

"...not many, I remember... Chadwick, Colleen, those small birds... and that one... man?" the headache eased once you answered but the Harmony's influence was still present.

"What man? What was his name? What did his appearance look like? What did the two of you talk about?" you wanted to get up from your seat and run away, return to reality- but you knew that your legs had no ounce of strength.

"I don't remember his name, but it was something with A... Adan, I believe...and he had blonde hair, I think... with brown eyes." the room was getting more and more blurry with each second you didn't answer, but the loss of equilibrium made even your memories hazy. "We talked about the view of the Dreamscape... yes, that's it.." Sunday hummed unsatisfied as he heard your answer, clicking his tongue.

"What else? What else did you talk about?"

"I don't remember...! My head hurts..." Sunday held your face in his hands and made you look at him. His hands were soft to the touch and a worried smile was plastered on his lips. "I really didn't want to do this, Angel." he cooed, his face close to yours. "You know I only want the best for you, don't you?" those sweet words made your heart melt as you remembered the times where he took the blame if you accidentally ruined some of the Family's documents or when you broke something in Dewlight Pavilion.

"Angel, I gave you everything, and I can give you even more- I can give you everything that exists in the world, just tell me what I want to know." your breath hitched before he placed a soft kiss on your lips and you think you lost your mind after everything was hazy. Your memory, your view, the voices- everything became duller and duller by the second. Sunday asked something and you answered, but you can't comprehend what you said. You only felt his hand graze your temple before darkness engulfed you and you blacked out.

the soft humming, a calming scent, and a damp towel on your forehead welcomed you when you regained consciousness. as you slowly opened your eyes, a feather before your eyes greeted you and the humming stopped.

"You're awake. I was afraid you wouldn't wake up today." Sunday said softly, his hand on yours, stroking it gently. "...what?" you groaned as you fully regained consciousness, the headache returning tenfold. The damp towel was replaced by a hand, and you heard some whispering from Sunday.

"...oh, Triple-Faced Soul, may their fatigue vanish completely and let the harmony heal their mind."

you sighed as your body and mind calmed down, your worries from before disappearing. "Sunday...? what happened?" you asked when you saw his face full of worry.

"Nothing that needs your concern, Angel. Please, rest up and let me take care of you. Will you allow me?" you nodded at his gentle words and he hummed contently. His hand grazed over your arms as you felt more at ease before slowly falling asleep again. Sunday continued humming, even as he turned his face to his crows.

"Inform someone from the Bloodhound Family of this individual, and let them apprehend this... "stowaway." the crows disappeared in a blinks eye before he faced you again. The frown turned into a small smile again as he bent down and placed a soft kiss on your forehead.

"No one is allowed to 'flirt' with what is mine."

A/N: hehahehafuu I'm going feral because of this man

[pinknipszz]

IT'S BUZZCUT SEASON, ANYWAY

⤷ gojo satoru, ryomen sukuna, and fushiguro toji

SATORU thought it was going to be a harmless prank. hair grows back after all.

well. he didn’t anticipate his “harmless prank” to cause this much emotional distress. 

“it’s so ugly!” you scream, hiding your tear-stained face in your hands in a desperate attempt to forget the horrific image of your sweet, sweet boyfriend and his white buzzcut. entirely dismissive of the fact that you’re in a public setting—a park, actually—satoru quickly scoops you up in his arms with consolation on his lips.

“it’s not that bad baby,” he swears. “it’ll grow back in a few weeks anyway.” you spiral at his words as images of that vile haircut flash in your mind. after putting you back on your feet, satoru tries to pull your hands away from your pretty face, but his efforts turn futile once he hears something along the lines of: “it is that bad!” 

it comes out as a hoarse, incoherent muffle, but he understands it nonetheless.

“i’ll wear a wig!” he blurts out desperately. "there's a shop down the street. we'll buy one right now." your shoulders stop shaking as you fall silent, and for a moment, satoru thinks he made the right choice of words. When you barrel into another fit of loud sobs, however, an unretrievable part of him chips away.

with a heavy heart, satoru sighs and holds you against his chest, cradling your head. he really fucked up this time. people throw him strange looks, but others—especially women—only sigh and shake their heads sympathetically at your anguish. no one can really blame you for reacting like this anyway. 

“SUKUNA,” you gasp in awe at the sight of him. 

you’re hardly seated yet, but the thin glass shield does little to spare him from the bewildered look on your face as you gawk at the short, neat buzz in place of his usual slick back. he feels his eye twitch.

when the officer coughs behind him, sukuna throws a mean look over his shoulder before ripping the telephone off the wall and holding it close to his ear. he only gets to hear your sweet voice once a month, and he’ll be damned if you waste it on his hair. “don’t ask about it,” he gruffs out. “tell me what you’ve been up to.”

you blink once—twice, even—before mirroring his actions and grabbing the prison’s janky telephone (having done this so many times, you don’t even wince when you touch some mysterious residue left by the previous visitor). you try to speak, your lips curling around the syllables of a word, but not a single sound escapes your throat. 

sukuna rolls his eyes at your loss for words. “come on. talk to me, doll.” his light tap against the glass earns him a warning that you don’t quite catch from the officer, but by the quiet string of curses that leaves the receiver, you guess it must have something to do with cutting his minutes. which you absolutely did not want.

“i think it fits you,” you say hurriedly. “you have a nice face, so the buzz works really well.” your delivery wasn’t the most elegant, and you might have even stuttered in between, but sukuna nearly groans when he hears you again. god he misses you. more than you miss his pretty pink hair.

TOJI thinks his life can’t get any worse—or at least that’s what he thought before getting into a car accident last week.

by the grace of god, toji survived with only a few minor injuries, but his hair, now full of a million tiny glass shards, wasn’t so lucky. once he realized that they were impossible to wash out, toji knew there was only one thing left to do.

a loud shriek echoes through the apartment. 

“toji—why are you bald?” you point an accusatory finger at your boyfriend of three years, standing in the middle of your bathroom with a towel around his waist. maybe under different circumstances, you’d be drooling over the delicious sight, but how could you possibly do that when his hair is so close to his scalp!

toji simply won’t stand for this slander. now don’t get him wrong. he loves you more than anything in the world, but the last thing any guy wants to hear is his name and the word “bald” in the same sentence. “i’m not bald goddamnit!” he barks back with equal ferocity. “it’s called a buzzcut. get it right, woman!”

the hilarity of the situation has you doubling over in laughter. there are tears ruining your mascara, but you don’t half the mind to care, and neither does he as tension melts away from his shoulders. toji chuckles and shakes his head at your desperate wheezes.

this interaction could’ve gone much, much worse.

(masterlist) | (a/n: i don't think anyone else in the series would get a buzz tbh)

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Siren!Leon headcannons 🧜🏼‍♂️🐚

A/N: this was so much fun!!! I got a little carried away, but I feel there's still so much I could add here, so let me know if you want to see more! There's not smut in this one sadly, because um... idk.. how that would work?

~Fi 🐝

《Prompt》: lovely request by @maviettt is here!

《Warnings》: brief mentions of gore and Leon eating people, obessesive and possessive Leon, some angst, insecure Leon :(, lots of luv for the fish boy <3

《Word count》: 2.4k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

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Siren!Leon, who spends his days luring all the pretty sailors to their demise, having himself a tasty meal of naivety and pure unawareness. I mean, what girl wouldn't be enarmoured with this handsome and so kind merman, right? With his blue, ocean eyes and shiny scales.

Siren!Leon, who lurs them in with promises of love and care, only to yank them into the deep sea and tear into them with his pointy teeth. He's not too fond of doing this, but he doesn't really have a choice, and you get hardened over the years.

Siren!Leon, who casually swims through a nearby Lagoon, catching a glimpse of you and your sisters lounging in the sun. You're laughing, and Leon swears that you're the Siren in this scenario. You look so pretty with your colorful, glittery tail. Your damp hair that's drying up from the salty water. The small trinkets braided into your locks and hung from your body.

Siren!Leon, who is always drawn back to this Lagoon, always wanting to see you again. He thinks you're a bright, shining pearl, and the world is your oyster. But he also understands that you're off limits to him. You would be scared of him, wouldn't you? You're such a pretty thing. His treasure.

Siren!Leon, who admires you from afar, always hoping to see you smile once again. He's infatuated with you. He's sighing dreamily when he sees you throw your head back in laughter or hiding your giggles behind your hand.

Siren!Leon, who looks for you after he hasn't seen you at the Lagoon for a while, only to find you washed up on the beach, all tangled up in a net. You look so... dry. The colors of your tail are dulled, and your skin doesn't look like it was kissed by the morning dew anymore.

Siren!Leon, who is so conflicted. He needs to help you, but what if he scares you? He doesn't want to risk that. You're the favorite part of his day! Alas, he relents and carefully swims up to you as close as he can before gently tugging you back into the water by your tail.

Siren!Leon, who holds you until you've gotten some of the ocean's energy into you. He can basically watch you flourish as you're returned to your home. But his heart breaks when you gain back consciousness and immediately try and get away from him.

Siren!Leon, who tries to explain to you that he just wants to help. You're still bound in the net, and you can't swim properly like this. You're obviously skeptical. Acting all kind and luring people in was kind of his deal as a Siren, after all. But there's something so soft about his voice and expressions.

Siren!Leon, who truly has no bad intentions, but he has to restrain himself from pouncing on you the second you give him the go-ahead to free you from the net with his sharp teeth.

Siren!Leon, who doesn't miss your blush, when his lips brush against your skin while he's chewing you out of your bounds. He can't help himself and grins, and accidentally bumps his lips against your scales more just to see you react.

Siren!Leon, who is quite flustered himself when you thank him and tell him that he's not as scary as you thought he would be. And when you tell him you like the color of his scales and his cute little fin ears, he is over the moon!!

Siren!Leon who tries to hide his malicious side from you as best as he can just because he is terrified that you would be scared of him. Maybe even disgusted. He doesn't want that.

Siren!Leon, who sees you wave to him on his usual morning round past the Lagoon, and he almost passes out. Yeah, he had saved you, but for you to so boldly be nice to him in front of your sisters? He's thinking of that for the rest of the day.

Siren!Leon, who gets bolder each day, waving back with a smile, maybe even greeting you and your sisters until he fully swims up to all of you! He's kinda crushed when your sisters scatter like little anchovies. He just wanted to say hi :(

Siren!Leon, who gets comforted and assured by you, saying that "they don't know you like I do." You explain how, although Leon is a Siren, he's so sweet! He saved you from certain death, after all.

Siren!Leon, who eventually gets taken in by your sisters, and he gets to lounge in the Lagoon with you. Some are still a little weary, but as time goes on, they all warm up to that smile and those pretty eyes.

Siren!Leon, who only has eyes for you. You are the sun in his sky, the moon that guides his tides. He's head over heels for you. It started off as forbidden glances, admiring your beauty, and now he is making you laugh and spending as much time with you as he can.

Siren!Leon, who knows you're falling for him too when you start bringing him little treasures and trinkets that you found. It's usually a shiny rock or a seashell, but sometimes you bring him valuable shinies from recent shipwrecks that you're not supposed to be around.

Siren!Leon, whose heart pumps out of his chest when he sees all your sisters nudging you in his direction with your hand behind your back and a red face. He revels in your cuteness when you shyly press the rock into his hand and speed off.

Siren!Leon, who starts calling you his treasure or his pearl. That's exactly what you are to him, and he needs the whole seven seas to know that. Plus, your pretty smile and the kiss to the cheek he gets from you after is a nice bonus.

Siren!Leon, who lets you decorate him and his tail when you run out of space on your own. You tie cloth and braided seaweed around his fin and arms, adding one of your little trinkets at the end. He wears them with pride because everyone knows they're from you.

Siren!Leon, who loves to braid your hair for you. You're always finding more pretty things to put in your hair, and you can't see the back, obviously, but he loves doing it for you. He gets so good to the point that he's doing all of your sisters' hair, too.

Siren!Leon, who rarely goes back to luring humans to their death, simply because he would rather spend time with you. He's acquired a taste for small fish, which unfortunately can't match the salivating taste of humam flesh, but he's willing to give it all up for you. he's still so worried that you'll catch him one day and see the monster he truly is.

Siren!Leon, who sits in the small tide pool close to a bay, soaking up the moonlight with you, and the way it makes you look ethereal. You look even prettier like this than in the sun. The silvery streaks reflect off of your features so beautifully, and he knows that he's doomed.

Siren!Leon, who spends all of his nights with you, not wanting that image of your lovely self dipped in the rays of Mother Moon to go away. He loves talking to you at night. Sharing quiet stories and tales interrupted by soft giggles.

Siren!Leon, who kisses you for the first time on the beach where he saved you. He melts when he finally feels your lips on his, and he's holding you so tight and full of love that you can't imagine being anywhere else.

Siren!Leon, who found a pearl at the bottom of the ocean, your favorite color, and he gives it to you as a gift under one of those moonlit nights. He's confessing his love to you, giving the pearl to you as a sign of always wanting to be with you.

Siren!Leon who doesn't know whether to blush and hide or be giddy like an idiot when he sees you wearing his pearl the next morning, showing it off to all your sisters who are all in awe of its beauty.

Siren!Leon, who loves to spend his days lying in the sand with you, playing with the many small braids and twists that adorn your silky locks. There's not much to do, but you make the days go by so fast.

Siren!Leon, who goes ballistic when your sisters rush to tell him that you've been captured by some filthy pirates while you were out exploring a new shipwreck, trying to find more odds and ends for your collection.

Siren!Leon, who can feel his blood boil in his veins. It's like a switch was flipped, and he falls back into his bloodthirsty and feral ways. It scares your sisters, but they know he's doing it for you.

Siren!Leon, who follows your scent and your soft pleads for mercy as the pirates decide whether to gut you or keep you for themselves. He has never swam this fast in his life. He had a strong tail, no doubt, but he pushed himself to his limit only to get to you.

Siren!Leon who feels so deeply and can feel the storm brewing inside of him. He can't help but feel somewhat reassured when dark, thick clouds rise in the sky and heavy winds, rain, and thundering streaks of lightning descend from the sky. He thanks Mother Moon with all his being for helping him rescue his treasure.

Siren!Leon, who sneaks close to the ship undetected, due to the heavy rain and loud thunder. He is out for blood, and one thing is clear; that ship will sink today, and he will make them pay.

Siren!Leon who punches holes into the body of the ship with his strong tail, making the ship sink slowly into the dark embrace of the ocean.

Siren!Leon, who when he finally gets to the bastard pirates, tears them to shreds without a thought. Thick crimson spills into the rowdy waters, and you can almost see the red reflecting in his eyes.

It's a mess of limbs and guts, the blood clinging to his pale skin like a curse. He doesn't want to admit how refreshing this felt- he was still a siren after all.

Siren!Leon who snaps out of his craze and immediately starts searching for you, calling out your name with desperation and fear. The lightning gets worse as he looks around frantically.

Siren!Leon, who finally spots you clinging to a piece of wood with bloody hands and teary eyes. He rushes over to you, and the relieved cries that rip from your throat make his heart hurt.

Siren!Leon, who scowls at the deep gash on your tail, no doubt courtesy of those pirates. He embraces you so softly, kissing your temple and whispering sweet reassurances to you.

You sniffled and looked up at him, the rain slowly washing away the blood that tarnished his skin. You spotted tears of his own welling up in his blue eyes, pained by the image of your wounded self. He never stopped stroking your hair and wiping away the rain that mixes with your tears as it falls on your face.

"They... they only hurt me because I didn't want to give them... this.." You spoke quietly, opening your bloody hand, revealing the pearl he had gifted you now smeared with blood. Leon felt his heartbeat all the way in his head. The gusting winds, loud thunder and the electrifying strikes of lightning died down and the surface of the water stilled into a soft ripple as he stared at you, not knowing what to do, or to feel.

Only the soft patter of rain on the ocean filled the silence that lingered between you two. Leon swallowed thickly and cupped your face, finding his words.

"My treasure, My pearl... why?"

You'd never heard him this hurt, defeated before.

"Because you gave it to me."

With your simple answer, he pulled you tight against his chest with his lips pressed to your forehead, hoping the rain would cover the tears that ran down his face, soaking into your hair.

Siren!Leon, whose blood freezes in his veins when you catch a glimpse of the massacre he had left and absolute horror washes over your face. He can feel his heart shatter with the way you look at him, with so much fear and- ...gratitude?

Siren!Leon, who gets the words knocked out of his head once again, when you softly touch his cheek and tell him that you're not afraid of him. You're still shaken up, in agony, and dismembered bodies aren't part of your usual routine.

But you tell him that you could never be scared of him. You know he would never hurt you, he loves you, and he only did what he needed to in order to rescue you. You're fully aware of what he is- a Siren, not a monster. He proved that to you many times with his gentle and kind nature. He feels pathetic when he breaks down as you whisper that you love him and press kisses to his hair. You're hurt, and he's crying, utterly overwhelmed by you and your love.

Siren!Leon, who will take care of you and the wound on your tail until it's fully healed. He gently drapes seaweed wraps over the gash and always makes sure you're not in any pain. He will make you hang onto him by his neck when he swims so you can still get around but not put any strain on your tail.

Siren!Leon, who plucks a scale from his tail and gifts it to you as full proof of his love and devotion for you. It hangs around your neck, right next to the pearl he had given you, and he can't help but smile when he sees how his shimmery blue scale looks against your skin.

Siren!Leon, who wears one of your scales on a cloth, tied around his arm, proudly showing it off whenever he can. Because he's as much yours as you are his. <3

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I loved writing this so much!! Lmk your thoughts on Siren!Leon <3

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[kairoot]

. ﹙★﹚THE COLOR VIOLET. | 희승

PAIRING : heeseung x f.reader ➖ GENRE : angst, 80s au, high school au ➖ REQUESTED : no ➖ WARNINGS : lowercase intended, pet names, break-up, no happy ending, swearing, let me know if I missed anything! ➖ WC : 1.6K

SECTION SONG: the color violet by tory lanez

.˚ *꒰ঌ ✦ ໒꒱ * ˚. —

apologizing was hard, but accepting an apology you didn’t believe in also proved to be difficult. there were not enough fingers on your hands to count how many times heeseung had apologized for causing you trouble.

whether he wasn’t communicating or distancing himself randomly. but his biggest issue was keeping his promises.

that was definitely something he lacked in your relationship and it was getting old. he’d fill your head with all these fantasies, sweet talking you until it was time to actually act on what he’s saying.

you used to believe him, getting your hopes high when he would tell you things but disappointed when they wouldn’t come true. now, you wouldn’t even bat a lash at anything he was saying. cause in the end it would never happen.

you sat on the bleachers in the gym, watching everyone dance around with friends or their partner. your chin rested in your hand as you thought to yourself. staying at home with a cola in your hand and watching full house play on the television screen seemed like a much better idea. you wondered why you didn’t go with that choice rather than believing heeseung when he said he’d be joining you that night.

a few guys had gave you glances, showing that they were interested and some even came up to you, but you were in no mood to move around. and even though you planned to end things with heeseung, that didn’t mean your loyalty wouldn’t remain.

before you could let your eyes wander anywhere else, one of the large double doors of the gym flew open. your eyes widened as your boyfriend entered the building, hair and suit soaked from what you assumed was rain.

his eyes hurriedly scanned through the huge crowd of high schoolers, hoping to spot you somewhere on the dance floor.

your feet had began to move down the bleachers before you could even think about it. you scrambled to the drink section hoping that he didn’t catch sight of you.

a sudden feeling of anxiousness washed over you as you poured the red beverage into the matching cup. you gulped it down, trying to rid the dryness in your mouth.

a hand on the small of your back was the reason your drink almost came back up, the sound of your coughing was heard in the small area.

“woah, take it easy on the ‘punch’, maybe?”

there he stood in front of you now, showing off his intoxicating grin. you would’ve fell all the way into his arms if you didn’t have morals.

you avoided his gaze, staring down at the empty cup. you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him and say those words all at once.

“hey,” the tip of his finger came to lift your chin, doe eyes looking back into yours.

“you okay?”

you nodded, still looking up at him, feeling a bit vulnerable under his stare.

“c’mon.” he smiled again, starting to lead you toward the dance floor.

“no.” you pulled your hand away from his, remaining in your spot at the drink table.

heeseung looked at you once more, a concerned expression spreading over his features.

“what?”

“i can’t do this, heeseung.” you placed your cup to the side, finally bringing yourself to look at him.

“what.. what do you mean?”

he’d hoped you didn’t mean what he thought you meant but you did. everything that heeseung had put you through caused you anything but happiness.

“you know what i mean.” you sighed.

“baby, you don’t really mean it.” he gave you a half-hearted smile, his hand coming to caress the side of your face.

“as much as i’d hate to admit it, hee.. i do. i mean it.”

for a moment, there was only the sound of music blaring and people cheering around you. heeseung seemed like he couldn’t bring himself to say anything so you continued.

“to be honest with you, this relationship hasn’t brought me much happiness and i think that should change.” you removed his hand from your cheek as it came to rest at his side.

his body tensed up as your words seeped into his brain. this was the talk he knew that was coming but never wanted to hear.

“and i.. i just can’t continue like this, hee. not when you can’t even keep your promises.” you tried to be transparent with him but careful not to hurt him either.

“y/n, i’ll do better i-“

“will you, though? or is that just what you’ve told me the last couple of hundred times?” you tilted your head slightly.

“you know, i had to get a ride from jen and her boyfriend because you clearly forgot about tonight.” your hand came up, gesturing to his damp appearance.

he sighed, shaking his head, “look, baby, you know i didn’t mean to..”

“you never do, do you, hee?” you asked, rhetorically.

once again, he couldn’t answer to your words and could barely look you in the eye.

you took one more glance at him before walking off to another corner of the gym.

heeseung felt his eyes burning as he took the cup you were drinking from and took a sip from it.

after realizing he couldn’t stand being in the same place he had his heart broken in and with all the love songs playing, he took long strides toward the double doors he came in, now exiting through them.

the rain still came down like pellets on him as he struggled to find his dark tinted car.

he stumbled toward the door, unlocking it and sliding in the drivers seat. the engine started as the key entered the ignition and he pulled out of the school parking lot, already doing 90 in the rain.

heeseung wasn’t angry at you, per se. actually, he was quite frustrated with himself. he didn’t blame you for breaking up with him. it was his own fault that his heart got broken and that you couldn’t have the happiness that you deserved.

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milan’s note: LOL no joke this sucks ik.. i havent had the chance to write a longer fic in a while and this clearly shows but i wanted to try something new! first sentence prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting

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[sassy-stupid]

Steamy

Pairing

Al-haitham x reader x Kaveh

Smut

18+ only please!

Word count

5.2k

Content warnings

Polyamory, shower sex, vaginal penetration, anal penetration, double penetration, degradation, Al-haitham, creampies, reader gets slapped once but relatively gently.

Summary

Your boyfriend lets something about his old relationship with his hot roommate slip during your shower together, you see the potential.

"Gods, why are you trying to wash yourself in an active volcano," Al-haitham hisses as he immediately steps back out from under the stream of admittedly extremely hot water.

You'd been together with the scribe turned grand sage for a while now. Which means it was no surprise for him to find you in his shower and no surprise for you to find him stepping in to join you. What did come as a surprise to him though was the sheer temperature of your relaxing little shower.

You giggle. "Sorry baby but a nice shower isn't nice if it doesn't feel like you're burning your filth and sins off your body y'know?" He shakes his head, well aware that you'd keep this going if he denied, but too stubborn to just agree with you.

"Why does every other person in this house try to match the sun's temperature in their showers." He's complaining but it catches your attention anyway. He raises an eyebrow at the sly grin on your face, "what?"

"How come you know how hot Kaveh likes to shower?" You wiggle your eyebrows at him. You swear you can see him flush, although with the steam and sweltering heat in the room it is a bit hard to tell.

"We're roommates, of course I would know that," he says, deadpanning, although in a slight fit of nervousness he adds "it's not as if you need to shower together to know that."

"Ooooh but baby, I'M not the one who said you showered together." You enjoyed mentally poking and prodding at him like this on the best of days but today even more so. The revelation about your boyfriend and his heartthrob roommate making you giddy.

He reached out turning the heat of your shower down a bit before finally stepping in to actually join you. Immediately pushing you up against the tiled shower wall. "I know you enjoy riling me up like this but do you really want to talk about Kaveh right now?" he speaks, nice and low. The voice he always uses when trying to make you pliant before diving into a kiss.

You weren't quite done yet though. You hum as you pull away from him. "I don't know, judging by your body's reaction, you're enjoying talking about him even more than I am." You tease, rubbing your thigh against his arousal. You bring your mouth close to his ear and whisper, "tell me Al-haitham, did you and dear Kaveh use to fuck before I came around? Is that why the two of you can't go 5 minutes without bickering?"

You were mostly still teasing but you couldn't help but actually be curious. HAD they been intimate together? And if so was it just convenience, or were there feelings involved? Your mind started racing and to your surprise what it ended up on was not a fit of jealousy and insecurity at your boyfriend having been with one of the most attractive people you knew. It felt like a golden opportunity instead.

Al-haitham's face was undeniably red now, although if you'd mention it he'd blame the heat. "I- what." He took a second to recompose himself before looking you in the eye and asking earnestly. "Would that bother you?" You felt you heart skip a beat at his concern, here you had been almost bullying him and he's checking in on you so sweetly.

"It wouldn't as long as you're not doing anything with him behind my back, which I know you would never, I'm good." You let your hand softly stroke his face, reveling in him when he leans into you. "...Sooo did you?"

His eyes flit away from yours "...yes," he sighs. "We had a period where we were something, not quite in a relationship but not just friends with benefits either." The spicy shower he'd been planning to take with you had turned sweet, you were now washing his hair for him as the two of you spoke.

"Do you still have feelings for him?" You feel him stiffen up at your question and you gently rub his shoulders in response. "I'm not accusing you of anything, we're just talking, yeah?" He doesn't quite relax, but he leans back into you and answers.

"It wouldn't matter if I did, he's set his sights elsewhere." The last part of his sentence sounded exasperated, a tone he frequently used when the subject turns to Kaveh. "He's actually opened up about the crush he's been nursing on YOU recently."

This takes you by surprise, your body language shows it and Al-haitham is quick to comfort you. "He promised me he won't act on it, and I can promise to you that he's still a decent guy (y/n). He won't just try to steal you from me."

You blinked, your mind working overtime. "Wait a second." Your hand came to you chin in an exaggerated thinking pose.

"So you say Kaveh likes me?" He nods slowly, trying to follow your train of thought. "You like Kaveh," he hesitates but when you send him a pointed look he resigns and nods. "Kaveh DEFINITELY still likes you, don't bother trying to deny it, you might not see it but I'M not blind." Al-haitham doesn't even bother to fight it, yet he's barely nodding along anymore either.

"(Y/n), are you actually going to go there?" He seems to have caught on and you shrug.

"And I kinda like Kaveh too," you confirm.

"I see, then, how would we go about this? Do we just invite him in?" he asks, and you giggle, happy that your boyfriend seems on board. "How about we ask him into our next shower? He seems to enjoy it hot too right?" You wink at him.

The rest of the shower is nice, a bit cold for your liking but Al-haitham promised you 'the hottest shower of your life' tomorrow and you're not even entirely sure if he was talking about the temperature but you went along with it either way. The night brought along some heavy petting but no further action as both of you were far too excited about the day to come.

The next day goes by at a snail's pace, you were never good at waiting but it did give you the time to consider how you would handle this. Al-haitham was at work and so was Kaveh, you'd decided you'd make a little show of inviting Al-haitham into a shower and then have him invite Kaveh.

You though that considering the two of them have already had sex before it might seem more like a genuine offer coming from him.

And so the two came back from work, exchanging their regular harsh sounding words, over some nonsense no doubt. You made haste on your way over, excitement getting the better of you as you launched yourself into your boyfriend.

"You're back!" You announced, though they were already quite aware of the fact. Something Al-haitham was probably about to tell you when Kaveh interrupted him.

"You seem to be in a good mood, special occasion?" He smiled at you and combined with the knowledge of his little crush on you, the attention flustered you.

"A little bit, I was waiting for you guys to come home because I was going to take a nice long shower but the bathroom gets so lonely." You fake pout as your little show begins. You admit, you put it on a bit thick as you drape yourself across your boyfriend. Though the blush on Kaveh's face as he averts his eyes, mind wandering no doubt, makes it worth it.

"Needy as always I see," comes Al-haitham's reply "go get the water temperature right." The look on his face makes his intentions clear to you, he plans on being the one to ask Kaveh as well.

"Oh? Letting me decide the temperature?" You tease, before shooting Kaveh a wink "things are about to get steamy." You turn and leave before you can see their reaction, mostly to avoid seeing Al-haitham roll his eyes at you again.

You just barely got the shower running before you hear shouting. Their conversation had the cadence of their usual bickering just a lot louder. You quickly made your way to them, running into Al-haitham in the hallway.

"He doesn't believe me, thinks I'm playing a stupid prank on him," Al-haitham speaks casually, as if it doesn't bother him but luckily you know him better than that.

You pat his shoulder. "Don't worry, he's just being wary. I'm sure he doesn't really believe you'd do that but he was just caught off guard," you reassure the man who, in your eyes, was practically sulking in front of you.

"I got this!" You say, more to yourself than to Al-haitham, as you walk past him towards the blond who was still muttering to himself.

Before you could say anything his eyes shot to you and he started talking exasperatedly. "(y/n)! You would not BELIEVE the stupid joke your boyfriend just tried to pull on me." He was fuming and you couldn't even get a word in before he continued, "I think it's frankly disrespectful not only to me but to you as well, you should scold him for this! I already did but he needs to hear it at least twice!"

You laugh, he gets worked up so easy whenever your boyfriend is involved. You really don't know how you'd never guessed their history before, looking back now. "Kaveh," you get his attention, squeezing his shoulder for good measure "please join us in the shower?"

"A-are you playing along with his sick joke?" He looks almost heartbroken and you can't stand it. You shake your head quickly before putting your hands on his cheeks and pulling him in, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips which seems to stun him into silence.

"Haitham and I got to talking when he mentioned you and I both liked our showers hot," you speak gently, not wanting to hurt the soft-hearted blonde any further. "We connected some dots and figured out we both liked you, and you liked both of us."

Kaveh was blinking rapidly, clearly trying to catch up to the situation, which to him was dizzying. He'd just gotten kissed by his crush, his ex and best friend's girlfriend.

"Look Kaveh, I promise Al-haitham wasn't joking and neither am I, we all have some kind of feelings for eachother and although we'd have to work it all out together. We're willing to try if you are." Your hand was now gently stroking his cheek as he processed your offer.

His hand caught yours and for a second you're anxiously expecting rejection, however he brings your hand to his mouth and presses a chaste kiss to it "I'll admit I've dreamed of this, so when Al-haitham asked it sounded too good to be true."

This time, his hand on the nape of your neck is what pulls you into a kiss, a far less gentle one than before that has you almost panting when you pull away. Kaveh grins at you as he pulls you along towards Al-haitham's huge bathroom. "Think he can handle our heat?"

You arrive at the bathroom giggling, Kaveh reverting to his natural charm now that his reason for anxiety was gone. Al-haitham doesn't try to hide the small smile on his face, a moment you will cherish, before he speaks, "Finally come to your senses Kaveh? I was beginning to think you'd actually be stupid enough to think we would both joke about this."

Not one to take Al-haitham's remarks Kaveh immediately strikes back, "There's a reason people expect things like that from you Al-haitham, maybe if you were more in touch with the people around you, you'd-" you interrupt him by throwing you shirt over his head. Their bickering was cute, but you'd been waiting for this long enough and you'd be lying through your teeth if you said you weren't dying to see Kaveh naked.

As he lifted your shirt off his head you could see he was practically glowing, his face a bright red that had Al-haitham suppressing a chuckle and you nearly cooing at how cute the blond was. His eyes met yours before they drifted down, starting to take in your body as Al-haitham's hands softly started rubbing up and down your waist.

Kaveh's pupils were fully blown and you were sure they only mirrored your own as Al-haitham started speaking in that low tone again, "see this Kaveh? This is what you've been missing out on." His hands push your bra below your chest, making your tits spill out before he starts to feel them up. One of his hands was now rolling a nipple between his fingers as the other slipped down, hooking on the hem of your panties. You decided not to suppress your whines, desperate to show Kaveh everything.

He practically whimpered before surging forward, his hands joining Al-haitham in undressing you in the most sensual way you'd ever been undressed. Meanwhile his lips pressed against Al-haitham's and your heart picked up the pace at seeing the two together.

As Kaveh's fingers made contact with your slit you both moaned simultaneously. Al-haitham pulled back to remove his shirt and you pulled on Kaveh's as he speaks, "such a good girl for us, so wet already." His fingers glide over your clit and you almost double over at how light and electrifying how touches are. Just like his words, a stark contrast to Al-haitham.

You're pulling at Kaveh's pants now as he pushes a finger in, Al-haitham turns on the shower behind you but even the sound of the water doesn't hide the needy moan you let out. "Almost baby, we got you, don't worry you'll have all of us," Kaveh responds to your sounds gently and for a second you think about how he's not just a contrast to Al-haitham's harsh words, they complement eachother perfectly.

Then the scribe is pulling you out of your thoughts and backwards into the shower by your hips. Kaveh quickly shrugs off his underwear before following.

Your eyes glide over his body and you don't try to hide the hunger beneath it, making the blonde shiver despite the scorching shower he just stepped into. He's big, bigger than Al-haitham and you wonder if that's why he'd being so gentle. There's no way you'd be able to take THAT rough from the get-go.

Al-haithams hands are on your heat, one playing with you throbbing clit as the other presses two fingers into you hole, beginning to stretch you out for them. "I didn't think it possible but your pussy might be hotter than this shower." He kisses down your neck and you can feel his smirk on your skin as he says, "you're about as wet though."

Kaveh finally reaches you and his mouth is on yours instantly, the kiss down right debauched as his hand pulls one of your legs over his hip making you balance on the other one before Al-haitham presses into you from behind. You were leaning on the two men completely now, and there was nowhere you'd rather be at the moment.

"Please baby, grind that sweet pussy on my cock. I know you can do it, please just let me feel you," Kaveh whispers in your ear and you do as he asks, not being able to refuse him when he begs you like that.

Al-haitham's hand slaps you ass firmly. "Don't forget about me," he mumbles from where his teeth are pinching at your neck, and how could you when his hand on your jaw makes you face him. His kisses are different from Kaveh's, less desperation and more calculated intent to turn you on further, their passion rivaled eachother despite the difference.

Kaveh's cock was nestled firmly between your folds now, his head nudging your clit every movement you made so when Al-haitham takes control over the movements your hips make, your eyes roll back.

"Oh my god, I need to feel her," Kaveh groans as Al-haitham pushes you into him again "need to feel you around me baby." His voice softened the second he addressed you and it made you melt, the softness of it all despite the meaning of his words.

Al-haitham chuckled. "How about it little slut? Should I lift you onto his cock? Why am I even asking, I know what you need." His degrading side was coming out, probably feeling like Kaveh was spoiling you too much and the difference between them was giving you whiplash.

He doesn't ask again before he tilts your hips towards Kaveh's tip, the blond licks his lips as he looks at the man beside you. "You just gonna serve her up to me like this? Gonna put our sweet girl onto my cock? Go on, make her take all of me."

Al-haitham is not usually one to take orders but maybe that's exclusive to you because the second the words leave Kaveh's lips you're being brought down on him. It stretches you beyond belief, if Al-haitham was big then Kaveh was massive and you were loving it.

"Taking me so well," Kaveh moans in your ear, in the other Al-haitham whispers, "like the born slut you are, look at how you're sucking him in." His hand slipping between your bodies, rubbing tight circles on your clit.

You have to stop yourself from cumming right then and there but when you see Al-haitham's other hand run down Kaveh's back towards his puckered hole,  you find it near impossible to hold back and when Kaveh jolts inside you as Al-haitham presses a finger into him, you finally let go.

You're almost crying as you cream Kaveh's cock, it seems way too soon for it to feel this intense but the heat is getting to you. Kaveh is looking at you with his mouth dropped open, reverently, as he keeps up his deep thrusts inside you. Al-haitham bites down on your shoulder possesively, practically promising to ruin you further tonight.

"Oh baby, getting so tight. Creaming my cock so well. Wanna fill you up baby, been so good, you deserve my cum," Kaveh praises you to heaven and back, his hands caressing your face and despite just cumming, it does things to you.

"Please Kaveh." You barely recognize your own voice as you beg for his cum, "I want it in me, need you". The effect is instant, his jaw going slack as he grinds in deep leaving behind a thick load of his seed.

He thrusts into you gently a few more times before Al-haitam speaks up, "you're just going to keep fucking your cum into her? Or can I finally get my dick wet?" He gets so crass like this but you can't deny you like it. Kaveh opens his mouth, no doubt to argue but Al-haitham is one step ahead. "Not THAT kind of wet".

Kaveh gives you another deep kiss as he slowly pulls his cock out, the cum he'd been fucking deeper seeping out along with it causing the man to groan at the sight. "Baby, you look so pretty all filled with me," he says as he pulls away from your lips. Reaching his fingers out to push some of it back into you but Al-haitham catches them and brings them to his mouth. Both you and Kaveh look on mesmerized as he begins sucking on them, drool spreading everywhere before he brings them down to your ass.

"It's my turn now so why don't you make yourself useful for once and get her ready to be properly shared." The words are meant for Kaveh but he's turned you around and is staring into your eyes while he says them. A shiver runs down your back as you get what he means.

The smirk on his face isn't wide by any means, always one for the more subtle facial expressions, but the sentiment behind it was clear. "You've been enjoying yourself haven't you?" he says as he leans down into your neck to leave his mark. The nip of his teeth makes a shiver run down your back. Just as you were about to answer him, knowing your boyfriend's dominant streak meant he didn't like being ignored, Kaveh's fingers made contact with your ass. Your answer changed into a strangled gasp as Kaveh works his index finger into you.

Luckily Al-haitham seems to be in a forgiving mood. "Awe, is my little slut already fucked too dumb to answer? You've only taken one of us so far, don't think we're even near done yet," He says while he nudges his cock towards your pussy, still wet with Kaveh's cum. "It's time you finally use that body of yours to satisfy me, been making me wait for it for too long." He shoves his cock all the way in on his first thrust, trusting the sheer amount of cum to provide plenty lubrication.

With Al-haitham's rough treatment melting your brain you almost didn't notice Kaveh's soothing actions. While one of his hands was busy prepping you, the other was practically petting you. His motions so gentle your body relaxed into every single one of his touches. The two men were in complete control over you now.

"Doing so well baby, you can take it," Kaveh speaks near your ear as he pushes a third finger in.

"Yeah, you heard him princess. You can take it." The same words sounded so different from Al-haitham's mouth but truth be told, you barely registered either of them.

Al-haitham might not have been as sweet to you as Kaveh but the passion was definitely there and he knows his way around your body. You felt yourself clench around him as his fingers started to circle your clit. "Gonna cum? Better keep it in slut, we're not stopping until WE'RE done, you know that." You knew you could tap out at any given moment despite what he was saying, but not a bone in your body considered it. Even as your body shook during your orgasm, not even as it shivered from overstimulation.

"Haitham, give her a second. I'm about to put it in." if you'd been any more present you'd have scolded Kaveh for speaking about you as if you weren't there but you honestly were barely even sure if you were anymore.

Luckily Al-haitham really did seem to take orders from Kaveh as he stopped his rough thrusts for a moment. You panted and whimpered in his neck, pussy still spasming from the climax he never fully allowed you to stop having. His hands on you turned gentle for a second, pulling you away from his neck a bit, eyes on your partially focused ones as he asked, "are you still okay? Need an actual break?"

"Nooo, I'm okay. Please keep going, everything feels so good." Despite the clear struggle to put your thoughts into words and the slight slur to your them, he took your answer to heart. Immediately diving into a passionate kiss.

You don't know if he had meant to distract you from Kaveh but the next thing you registered was the thick head of his cock poking around your tight hole. You suppress the slight anxiety you're feeling, both men doing their all to keep you calm as the blond begins to push into you slowly.

"Baby, you gotta relax a bit." You're not entirely sure which one of the two was speaking but it was Al-haitham's thumb that gently moved over your bottom lip. You didn't even know when you started biting down on it but you're glad Al-haitham noticed before you bit too hard.

"Shhhh, almost there pretty thing. You're doing so well for us." This time you know it's Kaveh, he's practically speaking into your neck now, "sooooo good for us."

You feel him buck up into you further and another high-pitched whine leaves you. The pressure of both of them at once was unlike anything you'd ever felt before. Sure you'd taken Al-haitham before while wearing a buttplug but it couldn't even begin to compare to this.

"Oh my god, I think I'm gonna cum. It's just so warm." The end of Kaveh's sentence sounded more like a moan than anything else and you could feel him lean more of his body weight into you as he finally bottomed out.

Al-haitham's arm shot up at Kaveh's words, slender fingers tangling into the other's hair. "Not yet," the tone of his voice was deeper than you'd ever heard from him before "I know you're a needy bitch but you can hold out for a bit." He pulled on Kaveh's hair at the degrading words and you could feel both of their cocks twitch inside you.

You'd always known they'd have amazing chemistry based on all their bickering but being sandwiched between them as they started making out was really something else. Paired with Al-haitham's deep grinding and Kaveh's shallow thrusting, the sight of it pushed you over the edge once more.

Your eyes rolled back and you bite down on Al-haitham's shoulder to keep yourself together as your body convulses wildly. The amount of times they've made you cum is starting to make you feel a bit sore but you refuse to be the one to end this.

Kaveh is groaning in your ear again as he drives his cock in and out of you slowly "You're the best thing I've ever felt (y/n)," he takes a good look at your face before continuing "are you keeping up, angel? Need me to carry you?"

"Yes Kaveh, please," you say, voice sounding like a whimper. He hums in your ear appreciatively while his hands slide down your thighs to lift you up.

"I love it when you say my name like that baby, sound so pretty when you're begging," Kaveh whispers to you, though you're sure Al-haitham can hear judging by the pull at the corner of his lips.

Both of them keep going until the squelching sounds are louder than the water, at that point Kaveh seems to start struggling. He's making animalistic sounds now and it's giving Al-haitham a new reason to tease him.

"You sound like you're absolutely pussy-whipped." The intention behind his words were clear but Kaveh was too far gone to realize, he nodded into your neck in response.

"Fuuuuuck, yeah I am," he speaks as he pushes in hard, his strength shoving Al-haitham into the wall. The new position allowing the blond to fuck you into him.

You're starting to slip when Al-haitham pulls you back with a soft slap to the face. He's always gentle when he does but his words never sound like it. "Stay with us, I'm not done with you yet."

"Don't be mean to her Haitham, she's doing so damn well for us." Kaveh's reply sounds labored, his breath coming through hard as he's practically panting the words out.

"Don't get too cocky there Kaveh, I'll put you in your place next time. We'll see if you take me as well as she does," Al-haitham scolds, though the promise behind the words is not lost on Kaveh and you feel his cock twitch in response.

Your end is nearing fast and the sexy sounds coming from both of them are doing nothing to slow it down. "Please I'm gonna- I don't know if I can." You don't know who you're addressing but you feel both their hands caress your face the second the words leave you.

"You can." Al-haitham's reply is short and should not be as comforting to you as it is but with Kaveh's addition of "We got you." it's perfect and you let yourself fall over the edge again.

The next few seconds are blurry, but when the world gets sharp again you realize they both stopped. You're secretly grateful because as much as you were enjoying yourself, you really weren't sure how much longer you could take any of it.

You feel Al-haitham pull out and the water immediately washes away the cum that leaks out along with him. You realize Kaveh had pulled out sometime during your little moment and he was now turning you around in his arms, hugging you into his chest practically singing praise into your ears.

"Guys, we should leave the shower now." Al-haitham's voice comes from close behind you, and is met with disapproving whines from both you and Kaveh. "Be my guest, just know that I'm not babying either of you when you get sick from the cold water," He continues, combing his hand through your hair once before leaving the shower on his own.

"Cold?" You question, not noticing just how much warm water you guys had used up. The shower had gradually turned icy.

"Yeah, cold. Our body heat and the distraction must have kept us from noticing the gradual change," came Al-haitham's reply from somewhere outside of the shower.

"there's no way we didn't notice that, it's ice cold now! You must've just changed it!" Kaveh accuses Al-haitham, who in turn merely rolls his eyes before reaching back into the shower and turning the water off.

"Why would I? Some of us aren't desperate enough for attention to act out like that Kaveh," Al-haitham spoke pointedly as he handed Kaveh a towel.

Kaveh scoffed but didn't argue further as he turned to you again, beginning to dry you off. "Do you need anything? I could run you a bath? Or just get you something to clean up with? Do you want any snacks? You've earned them," he offered instead.

Al-haitham wasn't great at aftercare but he'd always been sufficient, knowing how to bring you down from your high gently. Which is why you didn't know how to react when the prince of aftercare himself, started pulling out snacks from places you hadn't even known had been in the house.

A giggle escaped you as Kaveh popped a candy he'd just unwrapped for you into your mouth. "How long have you been hiding all this in my bathroom?" Al-haitham sounded unimpressed but got shut up when the grinning blond booped him on the nose before giving him a sweet kiss.

"You'd be surprised at how many stashes I have around here, I can keep all of us supplied for weeks," he replies his grin now cheeky, knowing the scribe wouldn't give him any shit if he's sharing with you.

"You're lucky she likes her sweets as much as you," Al-haitham states, moving to get dressed.

"Andddd, you're lucky we both like our showers hot," you add.

"I know, I'm just the luckiest," Kaveh says, looking at the two of you fondly.

Later that night the three of you are crammed into Al-haitham's bed since it was the largest (technically his was the same size as Kaveh's but the latter had so many blankets and pillows it takes up at least a quarter of the space). The two men almost instantly fall asleep, Kaveh hugging your arm to his chest as Al-haitham spoons him.

You always knew there was more to their arguing but seeing them at peace together like this warmed your heart, looking back down at them you thanked whatever God was out there that you and Kaveh liked the same type of showers.

I lost three rounds of editing on this fic because of tumblr shenanigans so if you spot any mistakes please cut me some slack I probably had them fixed at one point.

Trying to see if it'll let me post without any media, if it does I'll try to update it from my laptop tomorrow for ✨️aesthetic✨️ reasons.

(If this goes through the ✨️aesthetic✨️ edit is done)

All in all, I hope you guys enjoyed!

[pokegalla]

Requested by @tryslogic

A little comfort and fluff for the soul✨

How will these Sans AUs comfort their S/o when they dissociate themselves after hearing bad news?

Fresh:

* Fresh is a fun guy to be with and you’re his S/o. He’s always ready to take you out for some fun and mischief! But he’s quick to catch on when you started acting different. Now he’s not very good with understanding emotions…..but he’s smart enough to know if it’s something not good. This was a clear bad sign and he’s already by your side once he’s figured it out.

* How he approached you was rather blunt- “Wassup brah? You not feeling yourself? Ain’t been getting yer messages in awhile.” He’s pretty casual about it and doesn’t seem concerned. Just genuinely curious. It only confuses him more when you don’t answer. So when you DO explain about receiving bad news and your dissociation as a sort of emotional whiplash…..he just stares at you…..then with a straight face says “Wat Dat? Is that like a rollercoaster-?” You swear if you didn’t love him, you would have punched him but instead you can’t help but laugh.

* But that’s definitely how he’s gonna help you! Making you laugh and come out of your shell bit by bit. He’ll get you your favorite snacks and chill with you the entire day in your home, playing games and snuggling. Once he sees you feeling better, he’ll look….surprisingly relieved. It’s odd he can’t feel emotions. But he does always feel…..something when he sees you smile. Something special.

* He wants to protect that special something you have together❤️

Lust:

* He’s a wonderful bone-friend and he’s very sweet as he always will give you the space you need. So when he notices you not messaging as much, he at least keeps messaging you sweet words of confirmation, letting you know that he still loves you and gives you multiple cute compliments with cute emojis as well✨ he usually waits until you tell him what’s wrong or say that you wanted to talk. Once you do, he immediately goes visit you.

* He comes over already with sweets and coffee from a nice bakery just for the two of you to share while you both talked about what’s wrong. “C’mon love…..you can take your own time. But know that I’m here for you.” You can’t help but feel much more comfortable as you tell him your recent situation and how drained you felt. “Awwww you poor little thing~ I’ll make sure to take care of you~”

* And he was not kidding on that. He ended up giving you a fun little spa day at home! Giving each other face masks, mani-pedis, washing your hair, massages, that skellie spoiled you rotten- by the end of the day, you two were cuddling in each other’s arms. He made sure you were ok by flirting and complimenting you…..and seeing you blush was just a nice bonus~. He’d be so happy to see you feeling better, he’d smother you in kisses.

* He’s your little Casanova! He wants to make sure his sweet S/o is happy no matter what!

Blue:

* Blue is a little confident sweetheart! At least he tries to be confident. Deep down he’s quite the Worrywart for the people he cares about. So seeing you distance yourself rang a lot of alarm bells for Blue. But oh he was so hesitant to confront you about it. What if he bothered you? What if he was overthinking? Oh what if HE was the reason you were upset?! He had to snap himself out of it. Whatever the case may be, it was his job to help his S/o!

* He kinda tries to dance around trying to ask you what’s wrong by asking questions about your day, if you’ve eaten anything, Y’know just making sure you’re ok. But when you question his concerns, he finally says it. “Well you’ve been….distant. And I didn’t know how to ask you directly. I’m sorry if I did anything wrong-“ you of course stop him right there. After all it wasn’t his fault at all! After the explanation, he understood right away! “Really?! Oh well we can’t have that now can we? Just leave it to me!”

* Blue did not hold back- he started cleaning the place, doing your laundry, dishes, and he didn’t want you doing ANYTHING. He wanted you to relax and have time for yourself! And he even made dinner for you! (He didn’t burn the kitchen down and it actually tasted pretty good thank god- but it seems he’s been practicing for you❤️). The day ended off with cuddles on the couch while watching a movie. Poor guy was super tired at the end but you couldn’t be more happier to have him as your bone-friend.

* He really is like your knight in shining armor, ready to defend you from anything! Even a bad day!

[scarletts-scribbles]

𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐬𝐭

Hey! Here's a compiled list of prompts for people to use, feel free to submit any of these for requests or to use in your own writing. I didn't come up with all of these myself so check out the credited creators! Requests are not limited to these prompts, feel free to think of your own or change these up!

𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐆𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 «» 𝐑𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: 𝐎𝐩𝐞𝐧

: ̗̀➛ 𝐅𝐥𝐮𝐟𝐟

“I’d rather sit and do nothing with you than do anything with anyone else.”

“Would a hug make things better?”

"You wanna cuddle for the rest of the morning?"

"Just hold me?"

"You're being extra cuddly this morning."

"Quiet night on the couch?"

“You make me want to be the best I can be.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone that you like to be the little spoon.”

“Do I really have to spell it out for you?”

“You look really cute in my clothes.”

“You’re special. People like you don’t come around often.”

“I’ve only ever loved you.”

"You're hogging the blankets."

"May I have this dance?"

“Are you blushing?! That’s adorable.”

“Breathtaking. You’re breathtaking.”

“You should smile more often, it looks good on you.”

“Did you just kiss me to shut me up?”

“Should we make it official?”

“Can you wash my hair for me?” 

"You're crazy if you think I'm letting you sleep on the couch."

"Can I braid your hair?"

"I'm not giving up on you, ever. I promise you.”

“You’re being very unsubtle with your heart eyes for them.” 

“I’m proud of you, no matter what.”

"You're the worst, I love you so much."

"You got me flowers?"

: ̗̀➛ 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭

“Did you ever really love me?”

"Why did you come back?"

“You couldn’t just let me have this, could you?”

“Just because you hate your life doesn’t mine to get to dictate mine!”

“Look what you’ve done…”

"You promised you wouldn’t forget me."

“I don’t have an attitude, I just answered your question.”

“Please say something!”

"I get it! You're jealous!"

“Us? There was never an ‘us’.”

“Is this how it really ends?”

“Why can’t you be happy for me for once?”

“It’s too late for ‘I’m sorries’.”

"I thought I'd lost you forever."

“Ha… I told you you’d outlive me.” 

“Since when did you ever care about me?!”

“Tell me how I’m supposed to un-love you, then. Tell me. Spare me.” 

“Kiss me one last time?

“Why did you think you could change this?! You’re nothing!”

“This is all your fault.”

“I vouched for you! How could you?!"

"God, how blind can you be?"

“You’re either a fool for not knowing or an idiot for not doing something!”

: ̗̀➛ 𝐇𝐮𝐫𝐭/𝐂𝐨𝐦𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭

“Shut up and just let me take care of you!”

“Either go to bed and get some rest willingly, or I will drag your ass down the hall kicking and screaming. you know i’ll have no problem with either option.”

"How long have you been hiding this?"

“And just when were you planning to tell me you were sick?"

“Please be okay. Please be okay, please be okay—”

“You’re awfully quiet today.”

“Get behind me.”

“Here, lean on me. I can carry you.”

“Hey! Hey, relax it was just a nightmare, I’m right here.”

“You dumbass. Don’t do that. Ever again.”

“Try and get some sleep. I’ll stay right here- I won’t let anything happen to you, I swear.”

“We’re gonna fix you up, brand new. I promise.”

“Bless you! Jesus that nearly gave me a heart attack, how about a little warning next time?”

“Your hands are freezing! come here, let me warm you up.”

“Show me?”

“Your bedside manner is awful.”

“Your not exactly a good patient.”

"Did you eat something bad?"

“Would you like a heating pad?”

“I think I just started my period…”

“Oh darling, this fever, you’re totally burning up.”

“You can sleep in my bed, if it'd be of any help.”

"How many fingers am I holding up? ... I don't have six fingers."

“What the hell happened to you?”

“Did you remember to take your meds this morning?”

“Don’t be stupid, now sit down before you pass out.”

“Does it hurt?”

“Stay?”

“Who did this to you?”

“You’re not fine! You’re bleeding for gods sake!”

: ̗̀➛ 𝐒𝐦𝐮𝐭

"I want to taste you so badly." 

"Make me beg for it." 

"Oh I can do this all night long." 

"Be a good girl and use your words darling." 

"You surprise me every day." 

"Let's find out how much you want it." 

"Kiss me, I can't wait any longer." 

"Come on, please, do it." 

“Don’t worry, I’d take you out for dinner before I eat you out for dessert. It’s the polite thing to do.”  

"Do you like it when I talk like that?" 

"Oh, you like that?" 

"Hmm, you're not very patient, are you?" 

"Well, let's see what happens tonight." 

“I’ll be gentle, baby.  Don’t worry.” 

"Can you kiss it better?" 

"Keep the noise down, baby.  Someone's gonna walk in." 

“God, you look amazing like this.” 

"Let’s put that smart mouth to good use.” 

"Oh, you're hard to please." 

"I had a very nice dream that started like this." 

"Can you be good for me?" 

"It's so hot when you talk like that." 

"I'll go as long as you need." 

prompt sources: @.scealaiscoite, @.sleepywriter00, @.dumplingsjinson, @.euthymiaaa, @.novelbear, @.luvmmarner, @.promptsbytaurie, @.creativepromptsforwriting, @.rosewritingprompts

[pink-tonic]

You're Oddly Sweet📰

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I'm not sure how I got into this situation. It was a normal day, but when lunch time came, I was approached by Shidesu. I was near one of the vending machines, and Taeko and Taro were in the club room waiting for me to come back. I turned around, and I saw Shidesu. I thought it was odd that he was in the school, but he was near the vending machine, so I assumed he just came in for a snack.

I was going to leave, but Shidesu spoke, and he wanted to have lunch with me, and that's how I'm next to him on the rooftop.

"So, why did you want to have lunch with me?" I ask him as I take a bite out of the bento that Taeko made me. I remember when I told her that I was going to be with Shidesu, she was a little mad. She shoved the green bento box into my hands and sent me on my way. The recent memory greatly embarrassed me since Shidesu was standing right behind me.

"Just wanted to talk to someone other than the guys," he tells me as he takes a quick sip from his soda. I guess, the answer makes sense, but I don't really like it all that much. Why the hell did he want to be with me out of all people? It didn't make a lot of sense.

So I question it, "Why me? I'm not exactly your type."

"And who said that?" He quickly asks me. The reaction catches me off guard. Why is he so defensive all of a sudden?

"No one. I just thought-"

"Well, you thought wrong, alright. I actually enjoy your presence," he told me quickly. I wonder if he wants me to think differently of him.

"We just met?" I question.

"What, I can't get to know you? Some world we live in," he scoffs as he looks away from me.

"I mean, if you do want to get to know me, I don't mind," I tell him as I keep eating from the bento box. I look at Shidesu, and I notice that he finished his soda, but I just noticed that he doesn't have anything else to eat. Why did he only get soda? Is he trying to starve himself?

I move my bento box closer to him, and I point at it with my chopsticks, "Get some. A soda isn't enough for someone like you."

"For someone like me? Are you calling me fat or something, (L/N)?" I swear I could see a flash of hurt go through his golden eyes, but it quickly left, and it got replaced with a look that could kill me.

"No. Just have some, Shidesu. I know you're hungry. You can have the rest of it if you want," I tell him as I go to clean the plastic chopsticks with a napkin that Taeko gave me. I then give him the chopsticks.

He takes them and looks at me, "You're not even going to wash them?"

"Take it, or I'll take it back," I tell him before leaning against the wall and closing my eyes. I'm still so tired from everything, and now I have to deal with a delinquent who I have no idea what he wants from me.

"This is really good. I guess your little girlfriend can really cook," Shidesu tells me as he takes a bite from the rice.

I let out a sigh and shake my head, "She's not my girlfriend, she's a close friend."

"Really? Good," he tells me before looking back down at the bento in his hands.

"What do you mean by that?"

"Nothing."

"Fine."

I don't really enjoy my time with Shidesu. I wish that I was with the siblings instead of this delinquent. We don't have much in common, and I don't even know how to keep a conversation going with him. The lunch feels longer than usual, but I try my best to push through it.

Then, a familiar face shows up. Wearing his red cape, a rose in his hair, and his violet hair, I see Kizano making a beeline for me once he sees me on one of the benches.

"There you are, darling!" Kizano walks over to me, but he stops when he sees Shidesu next to me, "Darling, who is...?"

"No one to you," Shidesu keeps eating from the bento box, taking large bites out of the rice and chicken.

"Is that so? Well, I guess you wouldn't mind me taking him for a moment, will you?" Kizano asks with a coy smile.

"I do mind. I don't know what game you're playing, drama king, but leave us alone and go somewhere else," Shidesu dismisses Kizano. Kizano looks taken back from the way Shidesu talks to him. I don't think anyone has talked to Kizano that way in his life.

I turn to look at Kizano and give him a smile that I hope will make him feel better, "How about we talk tomorrow? Would that be alright, Kizano?"

"Yes, it would be good. I'll see you later," Kizano quickly says, but I can hear the frustration laced in his voice as he walks off and goes back into the school.

"What is he to you? Seemed too buddy-buddy to me," Shidesu tells me as he closes the bento and places it on the bench on the empty space between us.

"A friend... I suppose," I really didn't know what to consider Kizano. He was too close to be considered a normal friend, but we aren't dating either. But I guess being friends would be the closest thing to labeling our relationship.

"What, you like the guy?"

"I mean, I do find him interesting."

"Just keep it that way."

"What do you mean?"

"Alright, I gotta go. I'll see around later," he gets up and leaves without saying another word. I watch him go back inside, and I'm only left with my thoughts. I feel like I'm going to lose my mind trying to understand him. Why did he have to come into my life now?

My mind starts to wonder about the Rana situation that happened. I feel that when it first happened, I went into a slight state of shock, but I know I need to try my best to move on. Luckily, he isn't here anymore, and he can't put his disgusting hands on me or anyone else. I can at least be thankful for that.

The bell soon rings, and I start to head to class. As I walk down the hall to my next class, I get an idea. An idea that could make my friendship with Shidesu worth it. I could use his status as a delinquent to my advantage. It could give me more connection and more people on my side. It really could be worth it.

And it could be the step in the right direction to arresting Ayato, I just gotta play it right.

[thecosmosdefys]

Hiii would you please write smth for simon with an s/o who has depression and anxiety disorder??:'( the details don't really matter, you can write it however you want and it's ok if you don't wanna do it… hope you're doing great and have a nice day💕

Simon Riley who helps his S/O with their depression & Anxiety

Pairing(s): Simon Riley x GN ! Reader

Warnings: Depression, Anxious thoughts, Anxious and depressive behaviors

Synopsis: How I think simon riley would deal with your anxiety & Depression

Author Note: Peekaboo! Tis I cosmos!!! I saw this request at work and decided to write it as soon as I got home, for right now I really only have the energy (as well as time because im about to head back to work) to do headcanons but I hope you enjoy them!! (their more like mini blurbs

I feel like Simon would 100% understand if you told him you had anxiety or depression. He wouldn't be the best at dealing with it but by gods he would do his best to help you with your problems! Like truly he would!

Say idk your room in your apartment is just... really bad. You havent left in ages, and you stopped texting Simon? He's there in an instant. Once he realises your super depressed hes like "alright luv lets get started" and he's helping you clean, wash your clothes, ect.

If you can't find the energy to shower he's drawing a bath and helping you slowly strip off your clothes. He slips you into a nice warm bubble bath and either slips in with you or helps wash you from outside of the bath. He cleans your skin and then does your hair for you making sure to wash it without getting soap in your eyes. He might blow bubbles at you to make you laugh.

If you can't cook or something and maybe don't have the energy, he makes meal plans on sundays, so he starts including you. So when he cooks ahead for the week, he also cooks stuff he knows is your favorite meals and then drops them off on monday.

Would definately invite the 114 over for a little suprise day spoiling you, expecially if he knows being around people helps you. He will plan a movie night and invite you over, and you walk in and all the boys are just sitting there eating popcorn and movie snacks. As soon as they see you its just a huge dog pile of hugs (they almost knock you over)

If your anxious in public he will gladly hold your hand and do all the talking for you. You don't want to order because your stomach is in way too many knots? He already knows what you like and he will order it for you.

Most dates he will try to keep at home if he knows that your anxious in public. You want to see a brand new movie but don't want to go to the movie theater? He texts you to come over one night and he has practically made his living room a movie theatre. Lots of blankets, snacks, pillows for a pillow fort, and a little basket for each of you.

If you have relationship anxiety he is definitely reassuring you all the time. its almost like he knows what youre thinking before you say it out loud? (I swear he's a mind reader) He can tell by your tells when your anxious and he's calming you down already.

If you have anxiety attacks? He's comforting you instantly pulling every coping skill he can out of the book. He is putting loop earbuds in your ears and then breathing with you. Having you name the 54321 thing, and everything. Even has a little sensory/anxiety kit ready for you on the go in his car. He is no stranger to anxiety.

[maddiehu7]

Heat Of The Moment | Dean Winchester

Chapter 10

It's been a couple hours sense we found out I'm dead meat I'm in the motel room reading about this sickness but all I can concentrate on is this stupid clock ticking I sigh out starting to feel weird I start coughing my eyes being drawn to the horrible pictures of people dying I start feeling my heart pick up its pace my vision going blurry I close my eyes rubbing them trying to get it to stop but to no avail I start seeing big bold words on the pages that I swear weren't there before like "your gonna die" and "your such a loser" I start getting really freaked out breathing heavily then I hear that god awful ticking again and it's the last straw I jump up grabbing the clock from the wall slamming it on the floor breaking it I huff sitting down on the couch running my hands through my hair when the door opens I jump only to see Sam and Dean coming in with groceries they look at the clock on the floor confused

"Everything all right" Sam asks already knowing the answer Dean comes over and sits next to me looking at me worriedly

"Oh yeah just peachy"I say smiling sarcastically

"Find anything" I say looking over at Dean impatiently

"Yeah, Jessie O'Brien body was cremated so we're pretty sure she's not our ghost" he sighs hating to give me bad news I sigh going to pick at my scratches

"Hey quit picking at that" Dean grabs my hand holding it in his to stop me I smile a little even though I really wanted to scratch

"How are you feeling?" Sam says plopping down on the chair in front of me putting his feet on the table

"Awesome....its to have my head on the chopping block" I say with fake enthusiasm Dean just squeezes my hand looking at me like I could break at any minute I look at him and my heart breaks a bit seeing him so scared especially over me I just want to soothe it away so I try reaching my other hand up to his face cupping it rubbing my thumb up and down on his cheek he practically melts into my hand and it makes me smile warmly when I pull away after a minute he groans not wanting me to stop which makes me laugh lightly but that laugh turns into a cough as I lean forward

"You ok?" Dean asks worriedly putting his hand on my back I try to respond but can't as I start gasping for air putting my hand on my throat I run to the sink feeling like I'm gonna barf

"Em!" They both say running over to me Dean holding my hair back I continue coughing when all of a sudden I cough up blood and a wood chip after that comes out I feel back to normal taking a deep breathe Dean pulls me into him holding my face in his hands

"Don't ever do that again" he looks in my eyes seriously groaning out a sigh of relief he pulls me into him hugging me tightly I hug him back if not tighter thinking that I was just dead, Sam washing the wood chip off

"We've been completely ingoring the biggest clue we have-you" Sam says looking at me I pull back from Dean him not letting me go far with a hand on my hip

"I don't wanna be a clue" I say looking at the wood chip

"The abrasion's, this- the disease it's trying to tell us something" Sam says smiling

"Tell us what- wood chips!" Dean says not seeming as happy

"Exactly" Sam says sighing out a little laugh of relief me and Dean just look at him confused

~~~time skip~~~

Sam figured out we need to go to a lumber mill of all things so we hopped in the car and now here we are pulling up to it, I look at the abandoned building scared Dean sees sense he's barely let me out of his sight sense my almost choking to death fiasco earlier which I secretly love, he puts his hand on my thigh squeezing it reassuringly I smile at him blushing a bit before we get out of the car but once I see the building a terrified feeling washes over me

"I'm not going in there" I say point blank Sam looks at me in a "are you serious" way but I stand my ground

"We need you em your our little clue" he says smiling I punch him in the shoulder rolling my eyes

"Ok children settle down" Dean sighs we both look at him annoyed he just looks away from our intimidating gazes

"Seriously though we need you in there" Sam sighs out looking at me in the eyes I think for a minute before sighing out

"Fine" I huff out

"Hey you'll be fine you have us" Dean says moving the hair out of my face with his hand I blush looking down which makes him smirk

"Ok lovebirds let's go" Sam says making a grossed out face making me laugh and Dean roll his eyes, we head inside me holding a flash light and Sam and Dean holding the guns as we explore the place the emf machine starts beeping Sam pulls it out

"EMFs not gonna work with me around is it?" I groan out

"You don't say" Sam says turning it off putting it away we start walking again

"Wait" Sam says looking at the ground picking up something i kneel down with him flashing a light on it

"To frank love, Jessie frank o'briens ring" Sam says looking confused

"What the hell was frank doing here?" Dean question

"No idea" Sam answers we get walking down a dark hallway when we hear rattling i look to the side scared when I see a locker they approach it but I stand back Sam goes to open it but when he dose a cat screeches jumping out running away

"AAAHHH!" I say screaming jumping away from it

"Hey em it's ok" Dean comes over by my side holding my arm I take a deep breath still terrified

"Sorry" I mutter out embarrassed

"It's ok cats...can be scary" Sam says trying to make me feel better but I can see he's hiding a smile

"Yeah ok" I say rolling my eyes at him

"You wanna continue?" Dean asks making sure I'm ok

"Yeah-yeah I'm fine" I say back smiling at him quickly before heading down the hall them following behind me I go into a room flashing my light on an old security card

"Luther Garland" I say looking at it curiously

"Hey this is uh...this is franks wife" Dean says unfolding a piece of paper me and Sam come over taking a look

"Plot thickens" sam says which makes me smirk looking at the paper in deans hands

"Yeah but into what?" Dean questions Sam grabbing a old drawing of a woman when all of a sudden a machine turns on somewhere I gasp turning around in fear pointing my flashlight everywhere to see where it came from when I see a man in the corner my eyes opening in shock Sam and Dean look at me weird before looking where I'm pointing the flash light seeing the man they raise there guns

"Hey!" Sam says stepping towards the man but I don't stay to watch what happens as I book it out of there running out to the car I hear Dean call my name and a shot go off but I don't look back when I get to the car I put my hands on the hood leaning forward huffing I look over and see Dean and Sam come out Dean running towards me

"You good?" He says putting his hand on my lower back

"Yeah just slowly dying" I say laughing but he doesn't find it funny as he looks at me angrily for saying that

"Guess we found the right place" Sam says holding the security card up

"Yippy" I say rolling my eyes

"Next stop sheriffs office" Sam says getting into the car

"Oh yay suits" I saw with fake enthusiasm Dean opens the door for me and I get in him getting in the front putting the car and drive heading to the motel to change then the police office.

~~~time skip~~~

"This is the garland file" the police offer says handing Sam and Dean a brown folder he looks back towards me scratching my arm looking around suspiciously

"Is she...drunk?" He says they look back at me I smile

"No" Dean just sighs out

"Deputy, according to this Luther garlands cause of death was physical trauma, what dose that mean?" Sam asks looking up at the man curiously

"The guy died 20 years ago-before my time sorry" the deputy says shrugging

"Then can we talk to the sheriff?" Dean sighs

"Uh, he's out sick today" the deputy says looking back at the sheriffs door

"Well, if you see him will you have him call us? We're staying at the bluebird, mind if I take this?" Sam says hold in up the folder the sheriff shakes his head and we start walking out

"Well let's check out that assisted living place Mr.garland brother lives there" Dean says us all getting into the car.

"This isn't gonna work I mean come on these badges are fake, what if we get busted? We could go to jail" I say panicking

"Em shh! Calm down deep breathe ok?" Dean says as we stop in the hallway he takes a deep breathe I mimic him

"There, you feel better?" He asks I shake my head no

"Just come on" Sam sighs leading us through some doors

"Don't scratch" Dean whispers looking at me seriously I swallow nodding trying to resist the urge as we walk up to Mr.garland

"Mr.garland, hi um I'm agent Tyler and this is agent Perry and smith, fbi" Sam says clearing his throat

"We'd like to ask you a few questions about your brother Luther" Sam says politely

"Let me see some I.d?" Mr.garland says suspiciously I look over at Sam and Dean nervously

"Certainly" Sam says calmly pulling out his badge signally us to do the same so I do shakily handing it to Mr.garland him inspecting them

"Those are real" I say laughing nervously Sam and Dean look at me in a “for real" way

"Obviously" I say trying to cover up my nervousness

"I mean who would pretend to be an fbi agent that's just nutty-" I say but before I can finish I feel Dean wrap his arm around my waist squeezing my hip trying to stop me from talking which works becuase I start blushing smiling softly looking away Mr.garland handing back our fake i.d

"What do you wanna know?" He questions

Uh well...according to this, your brother Luther died of physical trauma" Sam says sitting down opening the file from the deputy but Mr.garland scoffs

"You don't agree?" Sam asks

"No I don't" he says back

"Well then what would you call it?" Dean says pulling out my chair before sitting in his own which makes me smile at him

"Doesn't matter what an old man thinks" he says sadly

"Mr.garland...we're just trying to get to the truth on your brother, please" Sam says looking at him

"Everybody was scared of Luther they called him a monster he was to big to mean-looking just...to different didn't matter he was the kindest man i ever knew, didn't matter he'd never hurt no one, a lot of people failed Luther I was one of them I was a widower with three young'uns and...I told myself there was nothing I could do" Mr.garland sighs out trying to hold back tears

"Mr.garland um...do you recognize this woman?" Dean asks unfolding the drawing of a woman

"It's Jessie o'Brien, her man frank killed Luther" he says certainly we all look at each other curiously

"How do you know that?" I ask him

"Everybody knows they just don't talk about it, Jessie was a receptionist at the mill she was always real nice to Luther and he had a crush on her but frank didn't like it and when Jessie went missing, frank was sure that Luther had done something to her....turns out the old gal killed herself, but frank didn't know that, they found Luther with a chain wrapped around his neck he was dragged up and down that stretch outside that plant till he was past dead" Mr.garland finishes looking down

"I'm so sorry" I say looking at him sorrily

"And o'Brien was never arrested?" Dean asks confused

"I screamed at every cop in town, they didn't want to look into frank he was a pillar of the community and my brother was just the town freak" garland says smiling fakely

"You must have hated frank O'Brien" Sam says suspiciously

"I did for a long time, but life to short for hate son and frank wasn't thinking straight his wife vanished, he was terrified a damn shame that he had to put Luther through the same but...that's fear it spreads and spreads" he says looking at me I shrink back

"Well that's all, thank you" Sam says us all getting up starting to walk out of the building

"Now we know what these are- road rash,and I'm guessing Luther swallowed some wood chips when he was being dragged down that road" Sam says putting the pieces together

"Makes sense" Dean says heading to the car

"Your experiencing his death in slow motion" Sam sighs out looking at me

"Yeah well not slow enough huh? Say we burn some bones and get me healthy" I say frustratedly

"Em, it won't be that easy" Dean looks at me

"No , no it'll be that easy why wouldn't it be that easy?" I question confused

"Luther was road-hauled, his body was ripped to pieces he was probably scattered all over that road there's no way we're gonna find all the remains" Sam says awkwardly

"You're kidding me!" Deans grits out

"Look we'll just have to figure something else out" I say smiling reassuringly at Dean even though I don't entirely believe what I'm saying

"You know what? screw this" Dean says getting more agitated seeing I don't even believe myself

"Come on Dean" Sam says

"No I mean come on Sam! What are we doing!?" Dean says flopping his arms out

"We're hunting a ghost" Sam says point blank

"A ghost-exactly who dose that?"Dean asks

"Us" I say confused

"Us? Right and that- that is exactly why our lives suck I mean come on we hunt monsters! What the hell? I mean normal people they see a monster and they run but not us no, no, no we- we search out the things that want to kill us, yeah? Huh? Or eat us! You know who dose that? Crazy people!  We...are insane! You know, and then there's the bad diner food and then the skeevy motel rooms I mean who wants this life? Huh? Seriously? I mean do you actually like being stuck in a car with me eight hours a day, every single day? I don't think so!" Dean huffs out all this in the span of like five seconds I look at him incredulously

"You serious?! I'm the one that is about to die and your bitching?!" I say angrily walking up to him he looks speechless

"That's what I thought" I say looking him in the eye before storming off

"Where are you going!" Dean shouts

"Screw off!" I yell back walking off into a road not even knowing where it leads

"What an ass" I huff out when I hear a dog snarling behind me I turn around slowly to see a little corgi with a pink bow I look it in the eyes and I back away slowly but it follows me so I start to run booking it to the motel.

When I finally get there I run into me and deans room slamming the door behind me out of breath I walk over to the bed sitting down when the door opens

"I looked everywhere for you em what the hell?!" Dean says walking over to me looking angry

"Sorry" I mutter out breathlessly

"How the hell did you get here?" Sam asks looking at me confused

"Ran" I say Dean sighs sitting next to me

"What do we do now? I got less than four hours on the clock" I say giving up slightly

"I'm gonna die Dean" I say starting to tear up he immediately pulls me into a hug

"Don't say that" he says sounding choked up putting his hand in my hair holding my head

"Maybe you deserve it" I hear Sam say from the side I pull back from Dean confused my vision getting shaky

"What?" I say not thinking I heard him right

"You've been a real pain in our asses" Dean says shrugging I get up walking backwards

"No, no you don't mean that" I say tears flowing down my cheeks

"I do Emma" Dean says walking towards me I feel him put his hands on my shoulder and my vision goes back to normal

"Hey em you ok?" He says concerned looking at me in the eyes wiping my tears away with his thumbs

"Yeah-yeah I'm fine" I say smiling fakely but Dean looks at me not believing me

"All right I'm calling Bobby" Dean says reaching for his phone dialing Bobby's number

(Sorry for the wait, let me know if you liked this chapter!)

[nescaveckwriter]

Stethoscopes & Triangles - Chapter One ❤️‍🩹

Sam Winchester x Reader (Aka - Amy Summers)

A/N: Heya bugsie 🐞, here is another fanfic, about Sam & Dean, was requested by a beautiful anon 💕 (I hope you like it darling)

Side Note: Thank You Bugsies for the love and support, I'm open to take more requests, as writing is one of my favourite things to do

Warnings: Death, Swearing, Angst, Hospital Scenes, Fluff

Code Blue!!! Code Blue!!!!

"Dammit!!! The kid keeps coding, come on buddy, pull through for me" she whispers while standing over him, giving him chest compressions.

"Doctor Summers, its no use, its been more than 15 minutes, he's gone!" The male nurse exclaims.

Her eyes throwing darts, "Dammit Jeremy! The kid is only five, we owe him, we have to try just once more."

Shaking his head in disbelief, agitated he says, "fine do what you want!"

The sweat on her forehead is visible, determination evident, "1...2...." Counting the chest compressions underneath her breath.

Standing back, while they place the defibrillator once again! Seeing the little boy's body jolting up and then down towards the bed again, is just one to much.

"Stop! Just stop it! He's gone, there's nothing we can do now!" Her voice stern and emotionless.

Calling the time, while removing her cloves, and letting it fall to the ground, walking out of the emergency room! Walking towards the parents, ''Mr. and Mrs. Rogers, I'm so sorry but unfortunately your son didn't make it'' her voice disinterested. Walking away till the sobbing off the parents becomes more, and more distant.

''Dr. Summers is truly a very cold person, don't you think Judy?'' his voice bitter.

Scornful she replies ''Jeremy, we are not suppose to talk about other people that way, especially not Dr. Summers, she is absolutely amazing at her work'' 

''Just because she's great doesn't mean she needs to be such a jerk'' he mumbled bitterly.

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Staring at herself in the bathroom mirror, her bangs  still clinging to her sweaty face, her ocean blue eyes now, a distant grey, looking tired, trying to fight back the tears, cursing herself mentally for failing the little boy, recalling the crushed look on his parents face. Biting her tongue, the taste of blood, awakening her senses. Cupping her hands, bringing some water to her mouth, swooshing it around, then spitting the slightly red-pinkish water into the basin. ''Man Up Amy! Stop being a failure, you're such a disappointment to me'' hearing her father's gravelling voice in her head. 

Hearing the chatter of nurses coming closer, locking herself in one of the bathroom stalls, their voices fruity, but hushed ''That Dr. Summers is real something, she's so cold, how that hot hunky boyfriend can actually love her, blows my mind'' 

''Tell me about it Claire, what he sees in her, I have no idea, yes she has beautiful long black hair, and those blue eyes, and quite a fit physique as well, but her personality is so cold and distant.''

''Oooh I'll take that gorgeous looking man any day'' 

''Oh yeah, we'll be a better fit anyway, our personalities is warm and friendly, not like hers.''

''They don't call her doctor cold for nothing'' laughing as they walk away.

    Tears staining her velvety cheeks. ''Get yourself together Dr. Cold'' mocking herself. Unlocking the door, walking to the basin to wash her face. Dabbing the paper towel over her face, her mouth curved into a smile, revealing the dimples, Sam, amazingly handsome Sam, he always had a way of making her knees weak, ever since they met in college, they disliked each other at first, her nature hard and cold, and his soft, empathetic and so gentle, they'll clash about every little thing. They lived opposite from each other, but it changed one night, getting a 'D' in chemistry, and freaking out about it, she sat on the stairs at three in the morning, knowing her father is most probably going to kill her, she felt a big gentle hand on her shoulder, his smoky voice, full of empathy, ''whatever it is, its going to be okay.''

The two of them sat till the sun came up, shared stories about their father's and how if affected them. He asked her out two days after that, revealing he had felt this way for the longest time, and they've been going strong for a little over seven years. Moving in together was the next logical step after college, building a life together while she was busy with her residency and Sam serving articles for his clerkship, didn't come without challenges, but they made it, both of them have their dream jobs, and their good at what they do, even if it interferes with their social lives and especially their relationship, but their still holding on and going strong. The pager alerting her, there's yet another emergency, breaks her thoughts. Tossing the paper towel in the dustbin, she runs off to the ER.

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Unlocking the door with its detailed appearance, he walks in. Peeking in to the kitchen, then to  the living room, shaking his head at the sight of her sneakers laying upside down at the armchair. ''Babe, were are you at?'' hearing her mumbling something that's she's in the bathtub. Peeping inside, the bathroom smells like lavender, the fragmented candles reflecting the glow on her fair skin, her long hair, tied up in a messy bun, her body drenched under the hot water and the white soapy bubbles, creeping up to her collar bone. ''Damn your beautiful'' his voice smoky and slight breathy.

''Hey babe, thank you, I missed you today!'' her voice tired. 

Knowing her like the back of his hand, ''Sweetie, hard day at work?''

Tilting her head towards Sam, revealing her greyish blue orbs. ''I lost a five year old boy today, due to a damn drunken driver.'' her voice heavy with emotion.

Concerned look on his face, his brows furrowed, ''Love I'm so sorry'' walking closer, landing a kiss on the crown of her head. Placing himself down on the floor next to the bathtub, taking her hand, stroking her lean fingers. His voice low, ''What can I do?'' 

''There's nothing you can do, babe, you being here is enough'' revealing the pain in her voice.

Looking up at her, stroking the tears off her dewy cheeks, knowing, that she's a strong women, but not really the cold person, she makes out to be. He whispers,  ''I'm here for you baby'' while kissing her softly. 

''Thank you love, I don't know what I will do without you.'' replying breathy.

A corner of his mouth lifted, ''Probably pass out due to hunger'' trying to lighten the mood, he suggests he'll make some dinner, while she relaxes a little more, and when she's ready, then the the food will be plated, and they'll binge, one of those home renovation shows she likes so much. 

''Sounds perfect thanks babe'' a soft giggle escapes her full lips.

Giving her a small kiss he walks towards the kitchen, wondering if she knows how much he loves and adores her, no one get's him like she does, that's probably why he is planning to ask the big question, once he's done working this big case.

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Chapter Two Here :)

[steezywrites]

Lady of Magic

Short lil Loki x Y/N !

Once again Y/N found herself storming through the halls of the palace, eyes focused on nothing but the door at the end of the hall. The few people she passed quickly adverted their eyes as they saw her, not wanting to subject to the wrath that practically smothered the palaces air.

Loki had really fucked up this time.

The God of Mischief had made it routine to piss her off, but typically knew the limits. A small tease here and there, an argument over something stupid, it was what they did.

With a simple hand gesture, the door to the library burst open, a few books flying off their shelves along with it. Blue eyes widened at the sight, and there he was; the lying, conniving cowardly little-

“Y/N let me explain”, he said too calmly, hands in the air

“You pathetic, lying-” Y/N shoved Loki slightly, books continuing to fly off of shelves.

“I came back!“

“I thought you were dead! I had been preparing your funeral! Do you know how much goes into preparing a funeral? Do you know how often I had to look your mother in the eye? I swear to all of the nine realms-“

“I’m here, I’m here my lady.” He had tried to brush a strand of hair out of her face, only to receive a hiss in response and quickly backed up a few steps. The rejection had not only startled Loki, but had begun to anger him in the way only Y/N can.

“And you came to the library! I had to find out through a guard! A guard Loki! And what of your brother-“

“I don’t want to speak of my brother!”

“Well I do! He was crushed and-“

“And what were you? Poor you for having to arrange a funeral, how awful, that must have been so hard-“ Loki’s voice was mocking, brows furrowed and a yell curling up his throat.

“It was!” As Y/N’s voice broke, all of the books that had been flying off of shelves crashed to the floor, followed by a deafening silence. It wasn’t often Y/N’a voice broke. It was typically a voice of great passion and command. Her presence usually bleed power and resilience into the room around her, but now the room was filled with silence.

“I thought you were dead! Dead Loki! You- Thor said…and then you show up here, parading around and not even coming to see me! Making jokes with the guard! Avoiding me! I’m your- Gods it doesn’t even matter what I am! How could you do that to us? To me! You could have told me your plan! I would have helped you! Instead you just, you…”

Loki waited a beat, trying to let the anger dissipate unsuccessfully before looking directly at her and taking a step forward.

“I’m here and I’m sorry!”

Y/N cocked an eyebrow, her typical demeanor slipping back into place. There was a slight crack in Loki’s yell, he chest had began to slow its heaving but she could feel the anger still washing over him. It was a desperate sort of anger, the kind that brings tears and nearly takes over your soul.

“You’ll tell me the plan next time? Knowing you this won’t be the last time you fake your death.”

“I swear it!”

“I don’t believe you.” It had come out as a hiss, and Y/N turned to leave the room, an aura of power once again surrounding her.

“I’m serious, Y/N, Lady of Magic, my love.”

She turned back to him. He sounded too desperate for her liking. It had struck her as if he had smacked her. A tear had fallen down his face, his breath nearly a pant at this point. She didn’t trust it.

“Then prove it, kneel.” The command that slipped out of Y/N lips with such ferocity would have started another argument. Loki would not kneel to anyone, the very idea would make him come unglued. How could anyone demand that of him? He’s the one who should be kneeled to. He should have been King for gods sakes-

Loki kneeled.

[thessalian]

Faerun!Alisaie vs The Great Reveal

Now in a mind flayer colony

Alisaie: Man, Lae'zel is going to be pissed she missed this. I'm going to have to dress this one up in all the bells and whistles when I tell it. ...Or maybe I should downplay it to stave off the envy?

Wyll: Decide that later. Rescues now. Still don't believe we're probably having to rescue Mizora.

Alisaie: In exchange for your freedom. What do you know about the fine print of your contract?

Wyll: *has INT of 8 and WIS of 10* ...Fine print?

Alisaie: .........ohforfuckssake...

Wyll: I was a kid when--! Oh, never mind; I'll tell you when we're done here.

Alisaie: But until then we have to fight our way through this place and then negotiate on the fly with unknown terms and conditions. Holy fuck.

Wyll: She's ... really mad at me, isn't she?

Gale: More the situation than you. And honestly, be grateful.

Wyll: That she's angry? Why?

Undead: *are kind of in the way*

Alisaie: *very much gets them OUT of her way*

Gale: That's why. She fights well angry. I'd swear she's taking lessons from Karlach. Anyway. Helping time. IGNIS!

Stabnation: *ensues*

After taking a bit of a wrong turn...

Gale: I don't believe you rescued an intellect devourer.

Shadowheart: I do. We met that one on the ship. It's kind of ... her ... intellect devourer now. Altruism, remember?

Gale: Well, I suppose she did rescue Lae'zel, and most of her people are trying to kill us too. Huh. What's this?

Alisaie: Neural network. I guess it needs connecting if we want that door unlocked. Lemme see...

Gale: If you wanted, I could--

Alisaie: *connects up the neural network*

Door: *unlocks*

Gale: ...I'm going to second Wyll on this, Shadowheart. Appreciate that one. Illithid Empire history! This is so cool...

Wyll: *holds Gale back a bit* You're remarkably cheerful for someone who might end up dead at the end of this.

Gale: We're ignoring that so we can keep going, because ... oh fuck if I have to do this here, I'm taking all of you out with me!

Wyll: ...That ... that can't happen. There's going to be another way. There has to. I mean, if it was just me, or just you and me, or... I mean ... they only just got their feelings sorted and started to act on it! They deserve better than that!

Gale: Sorry. My ex is a bit of a bitch.

Wyll: I'd say I sympathise, but I never wanted any of that with Mizora.

Gale: You said you were a 'kid' when that started. I'm assuming teenager. As in teenaged boy, brimming with hormones, and she wears cleavage down to her navel. And you're telling me you never even wanted--?

Wyll: ...Shut up.

Alisaie: *rocking back up with loot* What are you two talking about now?

Wyll; Gale: .........

Gale: Hair care tips? I mean, the texture of mine is kind of different but I imagine that particular style requires a lot less brushing after a day spent shoving through bushes, and I also wondered if it was easier or harder to wash viscera out of.

Alisaie: ...You two are so weird. Also lying, but I'm going to let you this once. We've got shit to do.

To the rescue!

Zevlor: Look, I'm sorry, all right? That Absolute thing got into my head and told me I'd be a Paladin again and I'd have the power to protect my people and--

Wyll: Deep mood. I mean, less mind control, and a lot less paladin, but seriously. Deep mood.

Alisaie: Look, I really don't care. If you're not carrying around the kind of protection we are, I can't blame anyone for getting mindfucked by a gods-damned elder brain. But I'll tell you this - you don't need that kind of power to be the saviour your people need. There's all kinds of other ways you can follow your ideals without a god letting you smite shit. Go be the leader your people need and get out of here before shit gets real. Because it's about to. But you've got a little time while we rescue the one other entity we're trying to rescue in here. Well, maybe more than a little.

Zevlor: You expect it to be difficult? I could--

Alisaie: Nah. I just want at least two minutes to point and laugh.

Zevlor: ...wut.

Wyll: I'm with her on this one, I have to admit.

Zevlor: Um ... very well? I'll ... just ... herd survivors out of here. Do you know an exit?

Gale: *as Alisaie and Wyll wander into the next room* Just keep heading that way and climb up. You should be fine.

Wyll; Alisaie: *hysterical, somewhat mean-spirited laughter from the next room*

Mizora: Yes, yes, I'm sure you're finding this terribly amusing, now get me out of here!

Alisaie: Okay ... but first you tell me what bullshit is in Wyll's contract that prevents him from being released from his pact right the hell now. ...No pun intended.

Mizora: Subclause saying that there's a six-month cooling-off period if the contract-holder agrees to terminate the contract.

Alisaie: Yeah, figured it'd be something like that. So if that's the case, and you really want to see if he might reconsider during those six months, shouldn't you sweeten the deal?

Mizora: ...I suppose it has been awhile since I led with the carrot rather than the stick. Here. Shiny toy. A reminder of what you stand to lose if you really give up this contract.

Wyll: .........

Mizora: ...Yes, I suppose also as thanks for getting me out of there. Zariel would have followed through on the lemure thing if you hadn't, by the way. Toodles! *poof*

Gale: I am still in awe of how you can talk people into anything. Or ... out of everything, depending on situation...

Mistress of Souls: OHAI. We're being attacked and you aren't where you should be and therefore I conclude you are the attackers!

Alisaie: Hey, I was sent here to help you keep your minions in check. If you were doing your job, I wouldn't have to be away from my post.

Mistress of Souls: ...

Gale: oshit...

Mistress of Souls: ...No! I can deal with this just fine! I'll be harder on them, I swear! Now go away and let me prove myself properly! I don't care where you wander, just ... not here!

Alisaie: You'd better. I don't want to see them anywhere else in this colony until they're properly recalcitrant, got it?

Mistress of Souls: Yes! Of course! Yes!

Shadowheart: *as they walk away* Did ... did you just get her to keep her own people out of any fight we might get into, and also be too busy to get into it herself?

Alisaie: Yep. And yes, I probably could sell firelighters in hell. I just don't want to. Sulphur makes me sneeze, and soul food is really not my bag.

Wyll: We're approaching potential doom and I'm laughing. Damn, you're good.

And, eventually, Ketherick Thorm and ... allies

Gortash: You're really fucking up, dude. Yeah, you got this army together, but you let the artefact wander around right under your nose in the care of some rogue True Soul and then you ran away?

Ketherick: She had an aasimar paladin on side. I think I'm within my rights. But she'll come down and I'll deal with her then.

Gortash: What, the paladin we locked up over there? Ugh; just ... get that artefact. Or I'll hand you over to Orin.

Orin: You have your source of immortality back. I could flay you foreeeeeever...

Gortash: Okay, let's call upon our gods and get the elder brain moving towards Baldur's Gate before Orin gets weird. *holds up gemstone* Tyranny!

Orin: *holds up own gemstone* Murder!

Ketherick: *thrusts chest forward like lap dancer* The dead!

Enslaved Elder Brain: By ... your ... powers ... combined...

Gale: There it is. I ... suppose I should do this now, then...

Alisaie: Okay, no. Three reasons. One - they're calling on death gods, and at this rate, they might answer. Two - there's more going on than we know about and I think Mystra wants answers about those gems as much as she wants this thing dead. Three - that crown is Netherese and might protect the elder brain, and the gems might protect the wielders, and then nothing stands between them and taking over Baldur's Gate.

Wyll: Four - that's my father over there! And he rules Baldur's Gate and he has a tadpole and who takes over if he and I both die?!?

Ketherick: The other two are gone, you know. Time to finish this. If nothing else? I want my hammer back. This flail just ... ain't it.

Alisaie: We really don't have to do this. You could just actually repent. Isobel would probably want to know you found peace before you died.

Ketherick: ...I'm ... probably in too far for that. But I can quietly monologue about the sadness I feel about not being worthy until you're close enough to--

Alisaie: *shoves Ketherick into the void*

Ketherick: Thaaaaaaaaanks...

Myrkul: I DON'T LIKE IT WHEN PEOPLE BREAK MY TOYS.

Myrkul: *manifests a much scarier avatar than Ketherick will ever be*

Alisaie: Whaaaaaat the fuuuuuuuuuuuuck...?

Gale: Well. You did say the gods might protect them from the Netherese orb blast. Now, let's fight this thing so we can survive long enough for you to get in a good "I told you so".

Alisaie: Right. Wyll; go get Aylin out of that soul cage. Gale; you're on little-guy clean-up. Shadowheart; light him up bright as you can.

Shadowheart: ...What are you going to do?

Alisaie: *Mobile Flourishes up to the platform* ELFSONG TAVERN SAYS HELLO, YOU CLATTERING COLLECTION OF CANTANKEROUS CARRION!

Shadowheart: If she headbutts him, I'm going to slap her.

Alisaie: You never let me have any fun!

Stabnation: *ensues*

And finally, back up top...

Jaheira: So? What happened then?

Alisaie: I'll dress it up more bardic pretty back at camp - for Volo and Lae'zel, if nothing else - but long story short? Wyll got Aylin out of the soul cage and we beat the tar out of the avatar of Myrkul, who then turned back into Ketherick Thorm, and I'll dress up how she literally stomped him into paste in a ballad later so Isobel can appreciate it but looking at those two...

Aylin: *grabs Isobel* We'll talk later, Shadowheart; I need this woman to tear all my clothes off.

Isobel: *blushing* Work, work, work...

Alisaie: Yeah. That. So there is another way of dealing with this bullshit; we get two more of these gems that are controlling the elder brain, and then ... I dunno; I can talk people into anything, so with that much control, I can probably get it to kill all the tadpoles without hurting anyone and then make it give itself the granddaddy of all aneurysms.

Jaheira: I like your style, and the Harpers will be helpful if Duke Ravengard is compromised. Let me come along.

Alisaie: Yeah, sure. Halsin'll be glad of the company, and... Wait. WITHERS?

Withers: It is a matter of balance, and so I am Here.

Alisaie: .........

Withers: ...What?

Alisaie: MORE EVIDENCE FOR THE "WITHERS IS WHAT REMAINS OF JERGAL AFTER HE GAVE UP HIS POWER PORTFOLIOS TO THE DEAD THREE" THEORY, GUYS!

Gale: Yes. Well. Speaking of exploring theories. We ... we were going to Baldur's Gate anyway, yes? I mean, the elder brain's heading there and they have Duke Ravengard and there's the Harper base and Lae'zel's whole situation and needing to deal with Astarion's master and--

Alisaie: What do you want, Gale?

Gale: There's this bookshop in Baldur's Gate - I mean, more than a bookshop, though it is the apotheosis of bookshops, and--

Alisaie: Fine, yes, we can go shopping. I have a whole area's worth of junk that needs trading anyway. But can we at least get to camp first? Shadowheart's owed answers and I really just want a good solid meal.

Gale: Not sure how you can eat after having squelched through a meat cave the last few hours, but yes, of course.

[switchy-niki]

Master post (please read ty)

Last updated - April 20th, 2023

Disclaimers

Hello !!! This is a SFW role play blog that will include tickling (not all the time) if that’s not your thing then please feel free to ignore/block.

I am not Niki (Nihachu) and I am not trying to impersonate her! As stated before this is a SFW role play blog

I am a minor. This is an SFW account ran by a minor.

I live in the PST time zone so be aware of that! 

I will also do roleplays that don’t include tickling! Be aware I have my own interpretation of niki and I am not caught up on lore! I also struggle with angst so I apologize if it’s not up to your expectations. When roleplaying I usually don’t roleplay off of lore so please tell me before hand if you want to roleplay off of lore /nf

I struggle with tone and interpreting what people are feeling/trying to tell me, so using tone tags is appreciated. I also use them so I know people know what I mean and how I mean it.

Boundaries

I will not do any sort of shipping.

I will not do tickle tools, if your character has wings or a tail then I will allow it. But that’s it. 

It would be much appreciated if you dm’d me about what you want to rp before sending an ask. But you don’t have to. I just like knowing what you expect out of me. (Idk if I phrased that right)

No feet tickling. Absolutely none. I will drop the roleplay if it seems like it’s heading towards that.

Pinning is okay. No bondage, the most I will do is wrists being tied together. That’s it.

I will do OC rps! Just know the interactions might not be what you expect since they aren’t characters that have interacted before! I will try my best, once again if you want the best results dm me! /nf 

Please use underarms instead of armpits, the word makes me uncomfortable. 

Sometimes tumblr says I’m active but I’m actually not, so be aware of that! I will not always answer right away so do not spam me plz and thank u

Lastly, feel free to send me an ask, dm me, anything! /nf

Under the cut is headcanons and extra notes. It’s a bit long and you do not have to read to roleplay with me! 

——Under Construction——

General Headcanons

Niki uses she/her pronouns but does not mind they/them!

She is a very light hearted person, none for her bubbly and sweet personality. But she is known to be a little feral around people she is comfortable with. She’s very clingy but only shows it subtly around people. Example being following someone around, standing close to someone, occasionally holding hands if the person is comfortable with it, hugging people, side hugs. She never lets go first when she’s hugging people. She would be usually be way more clingy but she’s kind of shy to show it. 

She is a very sleepy gal she is almost always tired and always taking naps wether they are 10 minutes to hours long and although it might be because she loves to stay up at night and watch the sunrise in the morning she usually gets good sleep she is just a napper

Appearance

Niki has scars, not a lot, but they are there (and they are a little ticklish but shhhh)

Short choppy pink hair, with two braids on the sides. It’s surprisingly really fluffy.

She is usually wearing light makeup because she likes how it makes her feel pretty. 

Niki has light eye bags, barely noticeable. 

Niki loves cardigans and sweaters, she was one in particular that she loves to wear for all seasons (it’s one that she stole from Wilbur) it’s a nice faded blue with a sun with a smiley face on it. She swears she didn’t steal it. Most of her clothing is faded colors, or whites and beiges. She has one pair of platform shoes, but the rest of her shoes are usually colorful high top converse or boots. She has knitted Shruggies and skirts, usually worn in the winter. 

If it’s more of a formal type of thing, she’ll wear a flowy dress made of soft material. She likes the way it swishes when she spins :] 

she also loves fuzzy gloves with weird colors washed together like those gloves coralline wanted in the movie

[refleter]

cawyer :3

who would be the one to randomly adopt a puppy without consultation: my heart tells me callum. maybe it's just because he's yours and well, we all remember that once … or maybe it's because sawyer's a lil yapper and wouldn't be doing anything without letting him know about it first. she's sick.

who would force the other to take aesthetic pictures of them: and if i say callum? he's a sexy hunk … he needs to show that off on instagram! bet every non - selfie and non - lunch pic on his page is by her and she'll let you know in the comments whenever he forgets to credit (sinful)

who would do stuff they think is stupid just to make the other one happy: i mean, isn't that a summary of both their personalities? buuut … i think callum takes the cake on this one. he's just such a lil sweetie - pie … see: line dancing date thread that i swear i'll reply to one day!!

who picks out the horror movies to watch just so the other will cling to them: oh, sawyer! she loves a good scare and she loooves watching other people get scared. she's a little sadistic that way, me thinks. but she also wants a cuddle so it's less evil and more cutesy. allegedly.

who is constantly studying and who is constantly trying to distract them: ah, well, you see … someone was doing an internship while the other was being a hot, hot vet … which means 100% of the time callum was interrupting her study sessions and throwing her flash cards up in the air. men. she's easily distracted, though …

who initiates the facetime calls whenever they’re separated: sawyer loves a good ft. she's a bit addicted to her phone, as we all are, but she's a real lover girl, too! a couple hours apart and she needs to update him on the latest (mostly nothing at all, probably just shit - talking sienna, if we're being real) … that, and he's nice to look at, idk.

who is more likely to storm out after a fight: they're both soooo … special :) but sawyer's probably the more dramatic of the two. like, she's just a girl? a girl that would slam the door and then come back two seconds later with 'and another thing…'

and who is more likely to cry when they do: um, sawyer's an angry crier, i fear.

who stays up way too late binge-watching their favorite shows: in my canon, both of them. because in my mind's eye, they spent 85% of their time in boston binge - watching some dumb shit like real housewives while stuffing their faces in ice cream (and each other). that's how you get in a girl's pants, idk.

who bites the other’s ear when they’re feeling frisky: callum, because he's a whore and a slut. but worst of all, a man.

who sprays the other with water when they’re washing the car: mm, sawyer. because she's silly :) and also because she's probably never washed her car even once herself. callum would be like you'll save sooo much money and she'd be like wet t-shirt competition <3

who has more fun decorating the house during holidays: well, sawyer's parents died around christmas, so … now, i'm not saying she hates christmas because she loves it!!! but he'd have to coax it out of her with some cocoa and maybe the grinch. something tells me callum's the type to go all in, especially now when he's getting some white christmases.

who is more likely to give the silent treatment when they’re mad: callum, and i'll tell you why … when has sawyer been quiet even once in her life? never. so, basically, by default. not that i think he'd be able to ignore her for long. she's unignoreable <3

at the other who plays with the others’ hair more: they both have such nice curly hair :( but … i think … maybe … sawyer wins this one. only because i can't imagine her not having her fingers run through his hair. it's just something she does! when they're talking, when they're hanging out on the couch, before they're going to bed, when they're not doing anything at all … it's pretty?

who is more likely to climb all over the other one when they’re bored: she may be tall, but she's also little, and sawyer would like to climb that man like a tree.

who tries to kiss the other as often as they can: lover boy callum, actually. he feels like a good morning, goodbye, goodnight, and everything in between kisser. gotta punctuate our sentences somehow.

who pouts when the other one tells them to shut the fuck up: like that'd happen. but probably sawyer, our main yapper.

who initiates the sex and who walks away when the other is riled up: if callum left sawyer high and dry when she's in heat? she'd throw something at him. so for that reason… what i just said.

who always forgets the umbrella and who holds it when they actually have one: sawyer as the forgetter, callum as the umbrella holder. there's a deeper meaning here somewhere …

who demands showering first in the mornings who sneaks into the shower with the other one in the mornings: callum probably has an intricate hair care routine and he needs the time and space to do it every morning, okay. and sawyer likes to help out, so.

who prefers riding the roller coasters and who prefers playing the games: callum for the rollercoasters and sawyer the sore loser, the horrible winner for the games. they enjoy both, though. crazy kids! he better let her win, btw. or at least get her a giant teddy bear or something.

who will text the other one thirty times in a row until they respond: callum is a grown man and sawyer is a twenty-six year old teenage girl, so.

who always forgets to charge their phone overnight: sawyer ):

who comes up behind the other and slide their hands into their back pockets: both :) they have great asses what can i say … sawyer's more likely to do it in public, though. and callum reserves such nasties for the privacy of whoever's home.

who tries to get hugs from the other as often as they can: sawyer. as shown in our current thread, lol.

who is louder and who constantly has the tell the other to be quiet: ……… bffr. you know, i know. we all know!