#i think its cause i keep forgetting to drink water

[iamunabletothinkofablogname]

tw blood mention

I PISSED BLOOD?

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ 𝐀 𝐓𝐀𝐒𝐓𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 . ( a collection of lyric prompts based on various works by florence + the machine . adjust phrasing as necessary , will likely be updated in the future . )

it's always darkest before the dawn .

we will find new saints to be canonized .

holy water cannot help you now .

the horses are coming , so you'd better run .

i never felt so alive and so dead .

i'm damned if i do , i'm damned if i don't .

i've always been in love with you .

what has been done cannot be undone .

i don't care whether i live or die .

we will never be afraid again .

i feel nervous in a way that can't be named .

it was so far a fall , but it didn't hurt at all .

the saints can't help me now .

i want to find you and tear out all of your tenderness .

sooner or later , the things you love , you lose .

run fast for your mother , run fast for your father .

i like to think , at least , things can't get any worse .

i would give all this and heaven too .

i was in the darkness , so darkness i became .

all my stumbling phrases never amounted to anything worth this feeling .

in order to get to the heart of things , sometimes you have to cut through .

i'll be dead before the day is done .

time after time , i think "oh lord , what's the use ?"

the heart is hard to translate , it has a language of its own .

it was all so strange and so surreal .

i'm not here looking for absolution .

now and then , it seems that life is just too much .

be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers .

if you could only see the beast you've made of me .

pretty little face stopped me in my tracks .

i'm aching to attack .

you want a revelation , some kind of resolution .

it's so easy to say it to a crowd , but it's so hard to say it to you aloud .

i don't want your heart , it leaves me cold .

i am no mother , i am no bride , i am king .

she's a cruel mistress , and a bargain must be made .

well , me and my ghosts had a hell of a time .

with all my education i can't seem to command my heart .

it's a conversation i just can't have tonight .

you left me in the dark . no dawn , no day .

jesus christ , it hurts .

a woman is a changeling , always shifting shape .

the very thing you're best at is the thing that hurts the most .

i'll cut your little heart out 'cause you made me cry .

i knew that somehow , i could find my way back .

a thousand armies couldn't keep me out .

i'm ready to suffer and i'm ready to hope .

you've got the love i need to see me through .

is this how it is ? is this how it's always been ?

you keep me up at night .

oh , tell me it's not over yet .

no walls can keep me protected .

i'm going out , i'm gonna drink myself to death .

time goes quicker between the two of us .

would you leave me if i told you what i'd done ?

now , there's no holding back .

oh god , you're gonna get it .

you need your rotten heart and dazzling pain like diamond rings .

in the dark , i can hear your heartbeat .

i never knew my killer would be coming from within .

i was never as good as i always thought i was , but i knew how to dress it up .

don't forget me when i let the water take me .

this world is a beast of a burden .

you know i still like you the most .

what a thing to admit .

sometimes i think it's getting better , then it gets much worse .

i'm on fire , but i'm trying not to show it .

you are the space in my bed .

would you have it any other way ?

things go wrong , no matter what i do .

you make a fool of death with your beauty .

now she sleeps with one eye open , and that's the price she'll pay .

they were there when i woke up this morning .

heaven help me , i need to make it right .

until i wrap myself inside your arms , i cannot rest .

when someone looks at me with real love , i don't like it very much .

would you leave me if i told you what i've become ?

i'm always running from something .

it's good to be alive , crying into cereal at midnight .

okay , but let's discuss this at the hospital .

i know everybody lets you down , and i'll do the same .

your heart is the only place i can call home .

i wish to remain nameless , and live without shame .

sometimes i feel like saying "lord , i just don't care" .

i would put my words into poetry for you if i knew how .

if they ever let me out , i'm really gonna let it out .

but know , in some way , i'm there with you .

i've been wandering the streets for days .

don't let them get you down , you're the best thing i've ever seen .

how could anything bad ever happen to you ?

you couldn't have it any other way .

it's the only way i can escape .

what a place to come from .

little did you know your home's really only a town you're just a guest in .

run for your children , for your sisters and brothers .

you can't choose what stays and what fades away .

you'll be sorry that you messed with us .

call me when you need me .

although we stick together , it seems we're stranging each other .

this is as good a place to fall as any .

in your place there were a thousand other faces .

here's to drinks in the dark at the end of my rope .

lay me down , let the only sound be the overflow .

there's no salvation for me now .

i'd do anything to make you stay .

what's in a name ? i still remain the same .

i've been taking chances , i've been setting myself up for the fall .

tell me what you want me to say .

you are the silence in between what i thought and what i said .

i've been a fool , and i've been blind .

i never knew daylight could be so violent .

regrets collect like old friends , here to visit for your darkest moments .

so you packed your bags just to wait out the shitstorm ?

my doe , my dear , my darling ...

you're my head , you're my heart .

everyone lets you down in this brief hole of a town .

i'm not giving up , i'm just giving in .

i've been losing sleep , i've been keeping myself awake .

sometimes i feel like throwing my hands up in the air .

the only solution was to stand and fight .

i don't know how it started , don't know how to stop it .

i'm done with my graceless heart .

i can never leave the past behind .

do they speak to you ? 'cause they speak to me too .

i thought that love was a kind of emptiness .

it's hard to dance with a devil on your back .

sometimes i wonder if i should be medicated .

every demon wants his pound of flesh .

tell me what all the sighing's about .

could you tell from the moment we met ?

i heard your voice as clear as day ... you told me i should concentrate .

all my girls have their lace and their crimes .

i like to keep some things to myself .

no one asks any questions here .

the feeling comes so fast and i can't control it .

you came over me like some holy rite .

i was screaming out a language i had no idea existed before .

i thought that love was on stage , giving yourself away to strangers .

leave all your love and your longing behind , you can't carry it with you if you want to survive .

i thought that love was in the drugs , but the more i took the more it took away .

i never wanted anything from you , except everything you had and what's left after that too .

i don't want your future , i don't need your past . one grand moment is all i ask .

[uch3na]

i’ve just sent out this same exact request to another writer but im going mad about the amount of fics (zero) with kai from voyagers (ARCHEIIE)

𝙨𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙨𝙥𝙖𝙘𝙚

| pairing - kai x reader

| warnings - sub!kai, kai jerking off while thinking of reader, praise (m recieving), riding, finger sucking, mindbreak (if u squint hard enough), kai really wanting to pleasure the reader

| a/n - im ngl i was so happy i got this request bc ive been wanting to write for him so here u go🤫🤫

you always had your eye on kai. not in an attracted way, but you were always closest to him than anyone else on the ship.

but its just like one day everything — changed. when you stopped drinking your “medication” you just saw him differently. every time you looked at him you just wanted to do these things to him. break him. you didn’t know what came over you. kai always seemed like the type (sexually or not) that could break easily; even with the way he acts around the ship. all tough on the outside but when he’s alone he’s just a puddle of mush.

and to the least of your knowledge, kai felt the same way about you. he would think about the things you could do to him. he would try to sleep but all he could think of was you controlling him. taking what was yours. he would fist his cock at the thought. imagining it was your own hand wrapped around his thick length. he would shut his eyes and just try his absolute hardest to go to bed but he would just end up with his hand down his pants like a helpless little boy. and what made it worse was that you were in the room right next to him. and you heard everything. all his tiny moans and whimpers. this was the only thing that made you happy about the terribly thin walls on the ship.

you would’ve never thought kai thought of you the same way you thought of him until one day you had woken up to get a drink when you heard the faintest cry of your name while the hallways were dead silent. the voice sounds familiar so you instantly forget about the water and tiptoe to kai’s door and put your ear against it. it was almost like a mouse and a trap. and you fell for it. you just stood there — listening to him. the way his moans were broken each time he was about to orgasm. the way he would call out your name when he was close. the vague wet noises that were because of all of the pre-cum leaking from his tip mixed with his own spit. he had no shame since he was so loud and the ship was the complete opposite; so silent you could hear a mouse walking across the floors.

you just waited. waited until you could hear whatever little noises he made when he finally came. but what really caught you off guard was when he stood up to walk out of the room once he was done. you had to be quick to make it look like you had just walked out of your room too. once his door open you had turned your head to make it look as if he scared you. “what’re you doing up…?” he yell whispered. “i’m thirsty. why are you up?”

the question caused him to freeze in place. he squinted his eyes at you out of annoyance and whispered back “me too…” you could see his breathing quickening. he thought he had gotten caught. but you just continued to act clueless. so you got your water and went back to bed.

the next day during lunch you saw kai sitting down playing with his food. you walked up to him and tapped his shoulder. when he looked up at you he almost instantly looked back down. “hey kai.” you say softly. he flickered his eyes back up at you, flashing a little smile at you. it was so cute that it almost made you crack a smile yourself. “hey…” he whispered back. you decide to tease him a bit when you see how nervous he’s acting. he doesn’t usually act this way. he seems… guilty right now. “how’d you sleep?”

kai keeps his eyes off of yours, still picking at his food. “i slept… i slept pretty good. you?” you decide to mess with him some more but this time by actually doing something.

this time you reach up to his face, tilting his chin up to look at you. he swallows. hard. he can feel his face heating up at your touch. his eyes are soft and glossy. the way he looks up at you is enough to make you go weak in the knees. he licks his lips and moves his eyes to look at something else. “no no no… look at me.” you whisper firmly. “don’t get all shy on me now kai.” he looks confused. almost like he actually doesn’t know what you’re talking about. his eyes widen slightly and his hands start fidgeting with his shirt. you lean down, putting your mouth close to his ear before whispering again, “i know how dirty you really are…” his breathing gets deeper at your words, and his heartbeat accelerates. “w-what?”

you pull away from his ear and let go of his face. you flash a quick innocent smile before turning around to walk out of the lunchroom. by the time you make it to the door kai finally snaps out of the daze he was in and stands up to follow you. when he gets close enough he reaches out to grab your arm and flip you towards him. “what the hell are you taking about, ‘i know how dirty you are’?” he says continuing to walk towards you as you bump into your bedroom door.

he’s towering over you at this point — trying his best to intimidate you but it’s just not working.

“you know exactly what i mean… i know that you touch yourself while thinking of me.” he freezes, his eyebrows go up in realization and he starts to slowly back away from you. he stops moving when you grab the hem of his shirt, pulling him in closer to you. he looks down at you with pleading eyes. almost like he was begging you to make another move. but then he does something that catches you off guard. he tangles his hand in your hair before pulling you in for a passionate kiss. you both moan into like you’ve been waiting for it your whole life.

his grip on your hair gets tighter as his moans turn into whines. little desperate ones that got you so fucking wet that you soaked through your panties. kai used his free hand to open your room door and as soon as he shut the door behind him he began to take off his shirt and pants. once you were both naked, you reached down to stroke him slowly. he choked out a whimper when he felt your warm hand wrap around his pretty dick. the tip was already so wet from the stimulation of his pants rubbing on it before you two took your clothes off. “cmon baby… lemme hear those pretty noises you make all the time.” you whisper as you guide him to the bed. he lays down on his back as you climb on top of him.

his hands instinctively go to your hips as you reach around to line his cock up with your leaking entrance. when you finally sat down on him he cried out in pleasure. he gripped onto your hips so tight you were sure he was gonna leave a mark on you. you just sat there, letting him nestle inside you. you let him take a few seconds to adjust before you started to move your hips. you slid alllll the way up on him just leaving the tip in. you wanted to see how he would react — just wanting to tease him for a bit. “nononono- please just lemme feel you baby please-“ he choked out as he felt your tight cunt leave off his dick.

once you slammed your hips back down onto him little mumbles of ‘thankyouthankyouthankyou’’s left him. he was very vocal. even more than he was the night before. his whimpers were so sweet and soothing unlike his demeanor when he’s not just with you. you could feel his hands gripping onto the flesh of your ass as his moans got higher in pitch with each slam of your hips.

the room was filled with the sounds of lewd squelching and skin on skin. kai just kept getting louder with every move of your hips onto his pelvis and he wouldn’t get any quieter each time you told him to — so… you did what had to be done. you stuck your middle and ring finger into his mouth, muffling his sounds quite well. and by the way his cock twitched inside you, you could tell he liked it a lot.

you could feel his tongue swirl around the digits and his whining still getting higher even with your fingers that were just wrapped around his cock in his mouth.

“cmon lemme make you cum… can i? pleaseee just lemme make you cum baby.” kai mumbled out onto your fingers. you could still understand him quite well in this predicament. as soon as those words escaped his mouth he started to slam his own hips into yours. he wasn’t in this only for himself — he wanted to make you feel good too. your pleasure was his. the only sound that left him were muffled mewls and moans escaping his already distracted mouth. “awh kai… you’re doing so good f’me… wanna make me cum?”

his head nodding with a quickness when you asked that question, his hips stuttering slightly. his moans got a bit louder but only for a second when you removed your fingers from his mouth and replaced them with your own lips. one of his hands once again went up to your hair, tugging at it slightly. he was so close he didn’t know what to do with himself. “ohmygod, keep going m’malmosthere-“ he cried out into your mouth as his eyes slightly rolled back from all the pleasure he was feeling at once.

you could feel this coil in your stomach about to snap with each thrust kai did. you could see his eyebrows knitting up each time he hit your cervix. “there u go kai, make me cum baby…” he could feel himself losing his mind each time your tight little pussy would clench around his length. kai couldn’t even speak if he really wanted to. he was so vulnerable right now that he didn’t know what to do. “fuck fuck fuckkk- m’gnnacum ple-“ is all you hear before you can feel kai spill his load inside you. soon enough you clenched down onto him, your orgasm coming right after his. he was panting beneath you, trying to calm down from what just happened.

his hand was still in your hair when he pulled you down to kiss him sloppily once more before wrapping you in his arms to fall asleep.

“i think you broke me…” he huffs out with a quiet laugh.

୨୧ 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙮: @ludicdoll

[lovelyyandereaddictionpoint]

Could we have octoville reaction to octo merchild misbehaving like attempting to beat them up , trying to escape, thrashing in their arms , and even biting , and even cussing them out and giving the middle finger

Yandere Octorio x Octo Mer Child reader

Children get fussy that’s just a known fact. Even the cruelest and most coldhearted know that children are slaves to their unhinged emotions which can be kicked off by the absence of a nap, not being given their dinosaur nuggies, or not getting to play longer. But only the best guardians know how to handle these kinds of behavior at the very least eliminate the ones that cause it:

Azul Ashengrotto 

More than anyone Azul has the greatest authority over you so he claims

You are the mini to his mega octopus status

So when he says your going back to your tank 

Your going back to your tank

“Nooooo!”

“Let him go, (Y/n). It’s time to go!”

“Noooooo!”

He didn’t mind that you were getting cozy in Scarabia 

It meant getting to keep an eye on Jamil

Kalim was perfect for keeping up with your energy 

But Azul notices how your skin gets dry or how sluggish you are returning 

You’re not just tired…you’re drying out 

On a deeper level, Jade’s discovered that your hybrid status has you needing things a mini octopus needs

You have an extremely thin phlegm that keeps you from drying out

And drinking water is part of it 

But with heat like Scarabia’s its best if you spend at least two hours in some actual water 

Letting the water give you oxygen through your skin

But for whatever reason, you don’t want to do that

Annoyed with how much time is taken away with putting on and taking off the bathing suit 

And the way Jamil demands you sit on the scratchy towels so you don’t make everywhere wet

“Nooooooo! Rgh! Noooo!”

With Kalim’s push, you’ll leave Scarabia 

But when you return to Octavinelle Azul gives you some guidelines about going 

And when you refuse he thinks aloud about not letting you go at all

he's mostly joking maybe not

And that sets you off

In the middle of the Monstro lounge your flailing, crying causing a huge scene

And like a struggling single mom that’s just trying to wrangle her kid, He’s straining as he pulls you into his office

Away from the invasive stares and curious looks of patrons

When he’s in there he pushes you in your mini tank clipping on the hole-filled top 

Which doesn’t move at all despite your little tentacles pulling and banging on the glass

He’ll start working on contracts, counting bills, studying all while ignoring your little tantrum

He waits until it stops, sleeping in your little hidey-hole

Then He cries 

Reduced to his baby octopus days he tries to remind himself that his baby just doesn’t want to listen

Not that you really hate him for stopping you from hanging out with someone more fun than him

All the parenting books couldn’t prepare him for this 

But when you awake still willing to wrap your little tentacles around his fingers he gains confidence again

“(Y/n)...how about we make a little contract, okay? Just something promising me you’ll always come back, okay?”

“Mmmm okay.”

Jade Leech

“(Y/n) did you hear me? I said you can’t eat these. (Y/n)? Look at me, do you understand?”

You were being a little toad

Pouting and turning away after Jade didn’t let you eat one of the mushrooms he was dissecting

Some may say that previously working on edible mushrooms and giving one to you every other time may have conditioned you to expect it but whatever

You’ve squatted down low and plopped on the cold floor of his club room

Refusing to look at him with your little noises of refusal

He doesn’t mind being ignored…he knows you’ll forget anyway

But what he does have a problem with is when he turns away you’re reaching your tubby hand into his work station

He snatches your little hand using this closeness to grill it into you to listen

“(Y/n). Look at me.”

“Mmmm!”

“(Y/n).”

“Mmm!” 

“Fine, then you're going to your tank.”

“Noooooo!”

“Yes.”

He’s dragging you or rather carrying you to your tank 

And as he shut whoever’s door to put you away he hears something mumbled under your breath that sets him off

“-old fish. S-upid klunt!” 

“...What did you just say?”

He turns his head like those dolls in horror movies

He gets that you were trying to say something else and he will hunt down who you got that from later but for now he’s bringing the hammer down

No one knows what happens when you're being particularly naughty

The best equivalent for what happens is that he commits to emotionally spanking you

a single look portrays that you're in for it

Talking you down until your begging for forgiveness while you nuzzle against his pant leg

He becomes that parent that you know to behave around

And its Azul who uses the most

“I’m going to tell Jade when he gets home!”

“No no! I sorry! No, please don’t tell!”

But in the end Jade is always willing to forgive you

Always willing to genuinely smile as you tearfully apologize before even being reprimanded

“Aww that’s my good octopus, I’m not angry no no no…I was just disappointed…but you did so well to apologize, good job.”

Floyd Leech

“Eh?! Octobaby hasn’t had their nap yet? Ohhh so that’s why you're so snippy!”

He’s down to play with you but he knows it’s a nightmare when your hungry or tired

He knows right now you need a nap

Even if he has to force you to take one

Now Jade says he can’t strangle you to sleep because you're just too fragile

So he just has to lock you in your tank, play your music, and make sure no one interrupts

That’s who he’s allowed to strangle

Even when you’re biting and thrashing in his hold 

To be honest he hardly notices 

Until your little pincers actually prick him some

“Did you just…bite me…?”

“...n-no..”

“Yes, you did.”

“I-i sorry. I sorry!” 

His silence speaks loudest

He’s angry

It just won’t be at you

He’s oddly nurturing putting you to sleep 

Then he’s raging at everyone who gets in his way 

“Who. The. Heck. Made them miss their nap?!”

He’s not letting anyone hurt you let alone ruin your schedule

There is a schedule for how they take care of you

He actually is really vigilant about it

So he is livid when others come and mess with that

“Octobaby bit me today…”

“Oh did you reprimand them?”

“Nope did it themselves! Besides it was the cutest little prick, if they weren’t acting out I’d want them to do it again!”

[lixiesbrowniess]

Hey sweetie, can i request lo'ak with x female human Reader please 🙏🌹❤️.

I really like your story, so, can I request smut: hard level only oneshot, and human female Reader has big breasts and it makes lo'ak want to bite or suck them.

OMG, this is gonna be so gorgeous 💋

Btw, Don't forget to take care of your health and always drink lots of water so you don't get dehydrated, your story is beautiful dear, I'm willing to wait until I turn into moss to be able to read your story. My dear 🌹😭

Oneshot: Boobies boy

Words count: 650 SORRY ITS' SO SHORT

Loak x human!reader

Na'vi vocabulary: Skxawng: moron

Warnings: sexual tension, he's your bf, aged up characters 18+, slight nsfw, slight bl00d mentions, boobs playing, nipples sucking, slight biting.

Aged up to early 20

Follow the don't like don't read rule please - minors DNI

A/n: I know it's been toooo long I'm sorry for the wait guysssss I missed you :( Also thanks @kawaistrawberry21 I'll make sure to stay healthy but you must do that as well!! Eat well and stay hydrated all of you ♡ ♡

«Please just let me do it» Loak's tail was wagging in the air as you just keep your eyes on your work. «No is no Loak» you said as a sigh left your mouth. It was actually kinda fun to see him begging for it.

«C'mon just one lil bite» he exclaimed as his enormous hand cupped your breasts «I just can't resist» he's ears twitched as he looked into your little eyes. You were kinda surprised by his move so you couldn't manage to think and you find yourself back pressed against the tatami.

You gasped as he lifted your weaved top, but as you tried to cover up he blocked your wrists with one hand and pinned them down. He slightly stood on his knees as he gazed at your soft and big breasts.

His eyes were devouring you and as soon as he snapped out of his trance he licked his lips letting you have a preview of his great canines. «Loak-» you breathed out as he bent down placing open mouthed kisses on your likely hard nipples.

«Hmm?» he hummed as he started to manage your small body, you bit your lower lip to prevent any sound and you just slightly squirmed in his grip. He grew greedy and started to suck on your hardened bud.

As soon as he heard your soft voice his pupils grew larger and his tail wrapped around your calf as he started to take almost your whole breast. His canines slightly grazed your soft and sensitive skin.

Your eyes fell shut as he sucked hardly on your nipple, the light feeling of his canines and of his soft tongue causing you to gasp for air. You tried to free your wrists wanting to grasp onto his hair to pull them lightly.

He was reluctant for a moment but then freed your little hands, you immediately let your fingers curl around his braids as he started to press his teeth against your skin.

He hummed against your skin as he felt it crack slightly leaving a bit of blood to end on his tongue giving the whole thing a ferrous taste. You let a groan spill out of your lips at the light pain.

When he felt satisfied enough he moved to the other boob starting to lick and suck on the soft mount. «Love 'em so much-» he whispered against your skin between wet kisses. A silent moan escaped your lips as his fingers started to pinch the other bud.

«Loak-» you breathed out as your back arched slightly, you could feel the blood rushing to your cheeks and to your lower region as he kept going. He made sure to leave two big hickeys before pulling away.

«We should do this more often» he chuckled leaving you abused bud out of his mouth and giving it a last lick. Your eyes opened as you frowned at him «just go and let me work now» you said blushing slightly.

He smiled and left a kiss on your forehead «fine I'll see you later then» he said before calling for his Ilu and then disappeared into the clean water. Your gaze fell to your breasts as you noticed two big purple spots «Skxawng» you whispered to yourself as a smile spread on your face.

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[sunnynwanda]

Black hole

Part 2 for the Wedding bells snippet. The next parts can be found here and the finale.

The moment their eyes land on the ring, Hero jerks up. The slumber is chased from their eyes as their pulse picks up. It seems to be racing against time itself, frantic to comprehend the wave of heat crushing over Hero's head. They sit up in their bed, staring at their left hand. They know this ring. They've seen it one too many times in their dreams to forget its familiar weight on their finger.

They fold their elbow, allowing their hand to balance in the air. It doesn't feel foreign at all. Though it should. Hero was never a fan of jewellery, and it's not like their line of work allowed it, so they never wore much. But this, it feels comfortable. Like it belongs on their finger. Like it's always been there.

Hero exhales loudly, waving their hands over their face to counter the heat that blushes their cheeks. The movement sends a sharp jolt of pain between their ribs, causing them to stop with a hiss. Wait. Hero carefully peels their shirt off, examining their wound - a treated wound, mind you.

How the hell... and who..? 

They stop mid-thought. It seems they attempted to ignore a certain constant in their dreams for far too long. It's time they found out the truth of what was happening with their mind and, apparently, now body as well. And there's only one way to do it.

The bell chimes, announcing the arrival of a new customer. The coffee shop is rather empty for a Saturday morning, and Hero assumes not many were willing to wake up this early for a cup of coffee. Only two customers are waiting for their orders, and three more are at the counter.

Hero gets in line behind Villain, standing a little closer than necessary to whisper into their ear. "Hi."

"Jesus Christ," Villain jumps, glancing around to locate the intruder. "You scared the fuck out of me!" They complain, turning back aroun to face the counter and avoid Hero's scanning eyes.

"Since when are you scared of me?" Hero chuckles at their back, unfazed by the hostility. They need answers, and Villain's mood is of no concern to them. "Is that a new development?"

"Fuck off, I'm not committing a crime," their nemesis retorts, rolling their eyes at the customer in front of them that is taking their sweet time choosing a goddamn drink. Villain cannot fathom what could be taking this long.

"Are you not?" Hero muses, nudging their arm as they come to stand side by side. Villain's face is void of emotions despite the harshness of their words.

"We're in a coffee shop - you think I'm that desperate?" Villain quirks a brow. They sigh in relief when the person in front of them finally makes a choice, stepping aside to wait for their order.

"I don't know," Hero admits, but as Villain steps to the counter, they think of a way to test the waters. "Be a darling - grab me a coffee."

With that, Hero walks towards the corner table. Villain is stunned by the sudden change in their interaction style but shrugs and - much to Hero's surprise - obeys.

When they place the paper cup in front of Hero, they only hum in appreciation. As Villain sits opposite them, Hero decides to keep their charade up. They shrug their coat off, visibly wincing at the excessive movement.

"Does it still hurt?" Villain asks without thinking. Hero can bet they don't realise what they said yet. Just how far away is your mind?

"Yeah, it's a nasty cut," they take a sip of their coffee and have to stop a satisfied groan from escaping. Villain nods, staring out of the window absentmindedly.

Hero watches their face, noting their bloodshot eyes and bitten lips, before glancing at their long fingers wrapped around their cup and not finding a matching band. "Where's your ring?"

It's entirely out of the blue, and Villain is positively out of it because they reply before they can process the question and its implications. "I left it on the sink."

"After washing my blood off your hands?" Hero's intense gaze finally manages to draw Villain's attention.

"Wait, what?" Their face remains composed, but the storm in their eyes is a combination of shock and horror. Their fingers grip the poor paper cup until it bends in, causing the hot liquid to spill over their fingers, slightly burning their skin. Villain can't feel it.

"It was real, wasn't it?" Hero asks though the answer is clear now. They grab a napkin and reach for Villain's hand, forcing them to place the cup down.

"I don't know what you're talking about," it's a poor attempt at a save, given the tightness in their voice, but Villain had to try. Their brain is foggy with anxiety and something else they won't name because hope is a luxury they cannot afford. Not unless they are sure.

"Mhm," Hero nods and finishes with their fingers, discarding the napkin on the table before looking up at them. Villain struggles to keep their face emotionless when Hero's palm covers their knuckles gently. "So you guessed I was wounded?"

"You're always wounded. I'm used to your clumsiness," Villain jerks their hand away from Hero's grip, trying their best to sound snarky. "Tactical research, is all."

"Does knowing my coffee order provide a tactical advantage as well?" Hero quips, leaning back against their chair. Their ribs feel like they are about to crumble in, but their wound doesn't seem to be the sole reason.

"If I choose to poison you," Villain hates the way their stomach turns when Hero gives them a lopsided grin, their lips parting enough to reveal their front teeth.

Villain loves that goddamn grin so fucking much. 

"You mean to tell me it was all a dream?" Hero takes a sip of their drink, watching Villain fumble over the brim of their cup.

"Of course," Villain confirms in a decently confident tone, twisting the napkin between their fingers until it rips. "In what world would I marry you?"

Got you.

"Sure," Hero has to press their lips together to keep their smile at bay. They wait for a moment to make sure their voice is stable and to let the tension brew. If Villain's twitching is any sign at all, they are doing a fantastic job of it. "I didn't mention the wedding, though."

Shit. 

Villain bites their tongue as hard as they can. They taste blood, but that's what they get for not keeping their godforsaken mouth shut. Hero's stare is unrelenting and curious.

"You know I always feel sick when you use your powers on me. No wonder I've been so sick recently," Hero is right, they know that. They know everything about Hero, in fact. It doesn't make this any easier. "You're gonna have to explain what's going on."

"I-" Villain sighs, shaking their head. The sheer terror of telling Hero what's happening overwhelms them. There is no way they can put into words just what they've been going through.

The scope of their misfortune borders catastrophic ranges, with them caged in the very centre of the black hole that keeps compressing inside, threatening to shatter the universe over their head while they watch.

All they can do is watch.

Over and over again until their mind breaks.

Part 1 Part 3 Part 4

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[heartfullofleeches]

Sugar Harvest

Yandere Candy Entity + G/N Reader

[Candy] gore, faux body horror

Summary: You collect tomorrow's batch of customer praised taffy from your sweet as can be lover

You lift your surgical mask over your nose as you enter the bathroom.

Clouds of cherry scent steam pour out from the fog filled room; your eyes stung from the mist and sugar presence in the air. Small lovehearts stain the mirror, reddish, sticky fingerprints engrained on the warped glass. Puddles of pink tinted water trace back to the bathtub where a fuchsia limb dances atop the still flowing waters; faucet spewing a scolding charge on the body casually kicking their legs in a soup of their own skin. The flesh of their outstretched appendages falls apart and straight into the large container on the floor, exposed sugary bones reaching out to you with glee.

"Gumdrop.... Water's just fine."

You walk over to the side of the tub. The flesh of their upper torso, neck area, and arms had been melted off by the boiling water - most scooped into the various boxes around the tub while the rest floated on its plastic covered floor. Its cherry scent is even stronger up close, mixed with a hint of watermelon. Sucrose had been drinking extract of the same flavor the whole week to see if it would make any difference. The bubbling taffy caked around their injuries pours over the wounds, welding them close throughout the process. Sucrose hops up on their legs and turns so you can see the back of their head.

"What do you think, Hun? I wanted to stock up more than usual this time, plus I wanted to see what I looked like with shorter hair - so I cut it!"

What once was twin ponytails that reached their lower back had been hacked off into a curly bob right at the nap of their neck. The lobbed off hair sits in the tub closest to you, frayed like the dead ends of real hair, but taffy none the less. It'd be back to official length by the following week. You had little opinion on that matter, but more product meant less time you had to spend in this sweat shop.

"Looks great..."

"Aha, I knew you'd love it! You really are the best partner there ever was."

Partners. That's how this all started. You were the first hire to the pink abomination's candy store. The only hand their stubborn self would ever bring on to deal with the sudden, but swift boost in popularity. Your boss got - comfortable with you. Pay raises, making sure you got home every night, teaching you the recipes of their less popular treats.

They warmed up to you so much they forgot to keep the lid on their biggest secret which led to the horrific discovery their highly sought after candy was made of their own flesh and little were nothing more than a walking mound of sugar. Needless to say, you joined them in the harvest out of fear and the amount of money rolling in. Apparently, consuming their parts caused terrible nightmares, but if the flesh is boiled it negates the effect. Sucrose promises that won't have harmed you if you refused to stay. They would have kidnapped you instead.

"Are you ready to get out?"

"Just a moment...... Mm, yup!"

You toss on a pair of latex gloves and reach over to turn off the water - Sucrose's goopy hand stopping you from twisting the knob.

"You're forgetting something~"

The tensing off their jaw and a soft chewing noise tells you all of what you forgot. You couldn't collect the remaining taffy with the water so hot and it should be safe, so you have no say. Removing your mask with their sticky digits, Sucrose kisses and shoves their own severed tongue into your open mouth. They shut your lips and divulge in their taste as you bite through the wad of taffy and force it down. It's cherry flavored, with a hint of melon. More sweet rather than tart like some brands of taffy. Sucrose marks your neck with their melting essence, groaning faintly as you swallow beneath their touch. They stroke it all the way down to the center of the chest, grinning against your mouth.

"Another successful hall."

[cosmiles]

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐒𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐎𝐋

➢ mha characters as american high school stereotypes

note: this literally makes me laugh every time i read it and i lowkey want to do a part 2

characters: midoriya, mina, denki, yaoyorozu, monoma

content: crack, no ships,

words: 0.6k

I. MIDORIYA — The Summer Glow Up

- ik he spent his freshman and sophomore yr being labeled as a simp even though he was just tryna be nice

- some girls in his class were screaming and hollering about how they had a boyfriend when all he asked was if they needed a pencil

- but whew that sophomore to junior yr summer did him right, giving him a few more inches and a nice deep voice

- when he came in everyone thought he was a new student until he said, “Here”, when his name was called

- now everybody and they momma be lowkey flirting with him

- got people asking him for rides home left n right and has about a million candy grams on valentines day

- poor man doesn’t know how to handle all this new attention since he still feels like the same ‘ole deku from last year :(

M. ASHIDO — The Camerawoman

- yk that person who lowkey gets the perfect shots during a fight?

- yea that’s her

- she’s always looking for fights to record and keeps a schedule of when they’re supposed to happen

- like you’ll see in her school planner “FIGHT @ 1 NEAR FIRST FLOOR BATHROOM” right next to her history hw

- lowkey almost gets suspended one day for "instigating" but gets out of it

- eventually gets tired of having to send everyone the fight and makes an insta page with denki

D. KAMINARI — Runner of the School’s Instagram(s)

- never sleep, fight, or tell him drama

- cause it’s gon on one of them insta pages

- it started with just making a sleep page and then spread like a wildfire

- got so popular he moved on to the drama and eventual fight page that he co-runs with mina

- it got so bad that people were scared to sleep in class and fights were more frequent

- the school can't do too much about it since no one’s snitched on him yet ;)

M. YAOYOROZU — The Nice "It Girl"

- basically the smarter version of cher from clueless

- minus the terrible driving and falling in love with her stepbrother

- always smells so good and will lend you anything you ever need

- just give it back to her or she will hunt you down

- takes the prettiest notes and is the first one to have her hand raised in every class

- the president of student council for all four years

- everyone knows her but she has a small circle of friends

- don’t take her kindness for granted though or you’ll get a lot of nasty stares in the hallway

N. MONOMA — The Devil’s Advocate

- def that guy that you see across the hallway that you think is pretty

- until he opens his mouth and you realize that he has a pretty punchable face

- always starts his sentences off with, “I don't mean to be that person but…” and then goes on to say some mess

- don’t expect him to help you with anything during a group project

- but if he does, you both are gonna end up fighting more than completing the project

- always has a smirk on his face and will start arguments just because he thinks its funny

- the teachers love him yet hate him

- on one hand, he gets the class to engage in discussions, but on the other do they really want to spend their prep period dragging another student off of him?

➢ thank you so much for reading! i hope you enjoyed and don't forget that Jesus loves you, to drink water, eat some food, and get some rest :))

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[manicplank]

headcanon on seeing cute stuff idk what else to ask for but I needed to ask somethign

Purposely doing this one after an angsty post.

How do the act when they see something cute?

Peppino: Smiles brightly! He's suddenly filled with great joy and forgets all of his problems! He even baby talks to it with a high pitched voice.

Gustavo: Probably puts his hands to his cheeks and does the pogchamp face. He's so struck! He points and smiles, just look at it! Can he hold it? He wants to hold it!

Mr. Stick: This thin man suddenly turns into a little school girl. He puts his hands to his cheeks and goes, "Eeeee!!" How cute! He wants to poke it, but only if he's allowed to.

Pepperman: Oh... My... GOD... He MUST draw this thing IMMEDIATELY. Can he hold it? He promises he won't crush it. Can he just borrow it for a bit? He needs it as reference so he can draw it as accurate as possible.

The Vigilante: "Well, I'll be damned! Look at that thing! Innit just the cutest?!" This old man is filled with glee. His smile is so long that it could be used as a bridge over an ocean. He looks at it with pride as if it's his own.

The Noise: "I WANT IT I WANT IT I WANT IT!!" He wants to hold it and pet it. He will tippy tap with his feet and hold his hands out. Maybe don't let him take it, cause he'll start running away with it. (He did this with an opossum once.)

Noisette: She squees and squeals with uncontrollable excitement. She will hop up and down. She wants to hold it and squeeze it and nuzzle it with her face. She wants to boop its little nose. Can she keep it? Please please please please please please PLEEEAAAAAASE????

Fake Peppino: Screams! Hops around. He doesn't know what this feeling is! He's excited! He wants to bite it, he wants to hug it, he wants to squish it! He wants to eat it! Can he? No? Okay, he will just sit and look at it with a giant smile on his face. (Just keep an eye on him.)

Pizzaface: Aw, look at the little thing. He'll hover over it and just observe it. What's it doing? Walking? Oh my god, that's so cute. What's it up to now? Drinking water? With that tiny little mouth? That's crazy.

Pizzahead: Holy wowza! That thing is flippin' cute! He pets it immediately. He might pluck a hair so he can try and make a clone of it. He wants one for himself! He wants to snuggle it and tuck it into bed. He wants to read it a bedtime story. Golly... It's so nice to see something so cute in such a wretched tower.

Pillar John: "AAAAAAAH!" John! You're scaring it! He wants to cuddle it, but he's afraid he might crush it. So he'll kneel down and pet it. He thinks it's the best! Can he like, have visitation rights or something? He'd ask to keep it, but he doesn't think he has the responsibility. And, ya know, he doesn't want to crush it.

Gerome: Oh... Well, look at that. What a nice creature, he thinks. It's relieving to see something so cute in the ugly tower. He'll give it a pat on the head. And what... Is that a SMILE?? ON GEROME'S FACE??? He'll try to show it to John. He thinks John would love it.

[wtfsheikura]

Chapter 3

I CAN’T BELIEVE THE AUDACITY of this man. We’ve only spent five minutes together, and he’s already trying to get me to have sex with him—unbelievable. I’ve heard the rumors about him, but I didn’t think he’d be this brazen, and with me no less.

“That line may have worked on the roster of women you’ve been with in the past, but it will absolutely not work on me.” I scowl, lifting my chin to meet his gaze. “If Suguru heard that you just tried to proposition me in a hotel bar, he would be appalled.”

Satour presses his lips together, attempting to hold back from laughing. “N/n, if I were asking you to sleep with me, I’d come right out and say it.”

I sigh in relief, but a part of me feels dejected at his apparent indifference.

“You’re not?” I ask, giving him side-eye.

“Don’t think for a second that it means I’m not interested,” he says, his Blue eyes twinkling with mischief. “A friend of mine owns a nightclub next to Premiere, and I always stop by when I’m in town. They serve top-shelf alcohol, which is loads better than the watered-down shit they serve here.” He gestures toward the liquor display behind the bar. “What do you say? Get a real drink with me?”

He thinks that’s more convincing.

“No thank you,” I say without hesitation.

Men spell trouble, and I can’t forget it. Although Sukuna's notion of embracing one night of making bad decisions plays in my mind. Getting a drink with Satour would undeniably qualify as a bad decision.

“Why not? It’s just one drink,” he urges.

I rub my temples, trying to keep calm despite his persistence. “Because I have a hunch one drink would turn into two with you,” I say bluntly.

The adult version of Satour exudes sex appeal and confidence and cannot be trusted. He’s the type of man I avoid like the plague. They lure you in with pretty words, lavish gifts, and empty promises—leaving you to pick up the broken pieces once they’re gone.

“N/n, it’s only a drink with a friend,” he assures me like he can read my mind. “It sounds like you’ve had a long week and could use a night out.”

“I have no interest in watching you get plastered and gyrate against every woman in the club. Now, why don’t you take a hint and disappear like Larry?” I regret my comment when a brief flash of hurt flashes across his face.

“Whoever caused you to become so distrusting deserves to suffer for what they did.” Satour places his hand on mine. “Word of advice. Don’t judge a book by its cover. Just because I haven’t had a serious girlfriend since high school and like to have a good time doesn’t mean I’m a bad guy.”

He leans in so his mouth brushes against my ear. “For the record, I was going to take you to a piano bar on the club’s second floor. You’re the only woman I have any interest in spending time with tonight,” he murmurs as he lifts his hand off mine.

I feel a pang of loss when he moves back, takes out his wallet, and places a crisp hundred-dollar bill on the counter. He didn’t order anything, so I assume it’s to cover my martini and leave a generous tip.

A sense of unease washes over me when he slides off his barstool without a word.

I’d let him walk out the door if I knew what was good for me. However, despite my pretense of indifference, the thought of not seeing him again for an undetermined amount of time doesn’t sit well with me.

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.

Sukuna’s advice from our earlier conversation pops into my head.

One drink with Satour Gojo can’t hurt, right? Like he said, it’s just a harmless night catching up between two childhood friends.

I must be a masochist because I have a habit of putting myself in situations with men who I think I can trust, only to end up hurt and alone. I shake my head in disgust. That line of thinking is exactly what Satour called me out for. I’m so cynical and quick to make assumptions. He has done nothing to deserve that.

When I look up, he’s halfway across the lobby. I toss my phone into my purse and chase after him.

“Gojo, wait,” I shout, disregarding the questioning looks from the other guests.

He spins around, searching my face for a moment, a grin lighting up his features when it seems he’s found whatever it was he was looking for.

His reaction sends another uncontrollable flutter through my stomach.

“Yes, N/n?” he asks, tapping his foot while he waits.

“I want to go to the piano bar with you if the invitation still stands.” I hold my hand up when he opens his mouth. “But I’m holding you to your promise about it only being one drink. We’ll catch up, and then I’ll be on my way.”

Sukuna would be so proud.

“If that’s what you want.” He opens the door before I can question him further, placing his hand on my lower back as we step out onto the street.

That was too easy.

So much for just one drink. I’m buzzed enough to feel more like the Y/n that Satour used to know than I have in years.

When we arrived at the piano bar, the line to get in was wrapped around the block, but we were ushered inside and taken to the best seats in the place, offering the perfect view of the stage.

We’ve been here for over an hour and I’m still awestruck by the charm of the place.

Crystal chandeliers cast a warm glow over the plush velvet couches and polished marble flows. The massive space is filled with the notes of a grand piano playing a lively jazz piece as servers hurry from table to table.

Our waitress appears and shoots Satour a flirtatious smile while checking him out. She set her sights on him as soon as we were seated at our table. The noticeable gap between us speaks volumes, indicating we’re not a couple. “Can I get you anything else, sir?”

“Yeah. Can we get another shot of tequila and another whiskey on the rocks?” he says as he taps his empty glass.

“Certainly,” the waitress coos, her voice dripping with honey.

I roll my eyes at her obvious display of interest. She couldn’t be more transparent if she tried.

“Thank you.” Satour gives her a grin before she walks away.

Our waitress isn’t the only one who has noticed him. Every woman in the piano bar steals glances in our direction, blatantly eye-fucking Satour every chance they get.

His wavy hair falls around his face, concealing most of his scar, except for a small section near his chin, adding a touch of mystery to his appeal. The top two buttons of his shirt are undone, and his muscular forearms are visible with his rolled-up sleeves, making him irresistible eye candy. 

I appear to be the only one immune to his charm.

At least that’s what I’m telling myself.

“You were glaring at the waitress again,” Gojo observes. “Did you want something other than tequila?”

“I was guessing how long it’ll take you to invite her back to your room tonight. Just say the word, and I’m happy to make my exit so you two can have your privacy.”

“Somebody’s jealous.” He scoots closer and throws his arm over my shoulders.

“What are you doing?” I hiss.

I attempt to move away, but he gently pulls me back into his embrace. “I’m making sure there’s no question that I’m here with you,” he says softly.

His words cause me to melt into his arms, reminiscent of our high school days when he would comfort me in the same way… I forgot how much I missed it.

The waitress reappears at our table with our drinks in hand. “Here you are—” She stops short when she notices Satour’s arm around me.

“Is there a problem?” Satour raises a brow.

“No, not at all,” she says as she collects our empty glasses.

“That’ll be all, thanks,” he says, effectively dismissing her.

I don’t miss her crestfallen expression at being rejected.

Satour has a way with women that draws them in. He has always been kind, genuine, and straightforward, qualities women appreciate. In contrast, my frosty demeanor turns most men off, but it hasn’t fazed Satour. Even when I told him off, he brushed it off like it never happened.

“Cheers.” He holds up his glass of whiskey, bringing it close to the shot of tequila I have in my hand.

“Cheers,” I echo as our glasses clink together, downing the shot in one swallow.

This is my fourth shot since we arrived. I’m not sure how I’ve allowed myself to get so tipsy. After my watered-down martini at the hotel bar, the tequila was a welcome improvement.

This has to be my last drink, or I’ll end up doing something I’ll regret, like kissing my brother’s insanely attractive best friend.

As Satour lifts his drink to his lips, I notice a flash of color on his wrist.

That can’t be what I think it is.

I grab his wrist to examine it closely, a splash of whiskey spilling onto my arm from jostling his glass. He’s wearing a blue and white corded bracelet on his right wrist that looks identical to the one I gave him when he was in the hospital recovering from his accident.

“Is this—”

“The bracelet you made?” He pauses, looking me in the eye. “Yeah, it is.”

In high school, I went through a phase where I learned to make macrame friendship bracelets. I made one for Suguru and our friends. I had planned to give Satour the one I made for him at school, but he was hit by a car the night before.

When Suguru and I went to visit him in the hospital after his accident, I brought the bracelet with me.

“Why do you still have it?” I ask breathlessly.

“It’s… special,” he states matter-of-factly. “When I was in the hospital, everyone who came to see me looked at me with pity. Even Suguru treated me differently. But not you. When you stepped into the room, you cracked jokes about how pale I was and how you were convinced I had been turned into a vampire.” He stares into the distance as if he’s being drawn back into the memory. “I told you I was worried about what everyone would think of me when they removed the bandages on my face, and that’s when you gave me this.” He rubs the faded string between his fingers. “You told me whenever I felt discouraged, the bracelet would serve as a physical reminder to have courage and to remember that I’m stronger than I think. And you were right; it’s been my lucky charm ever since.”

I gaze at the visible part of his scar. It’s clear he views it in a negative light—a physical reminder that he’s different. I wish he could see it the way I do.

When I lock eyes with him, I confirm his sincerity.

The bracelet’s colors have faded, and the edges have frayed, and yet he’s continued to wear it all these years.

My breath hitches when he reaches out to tuck a stray piece of hair behind my ear. If I were sober, I would swat his hand away and remind him that this is just drinks between friends. Tipsy me seems to have forgotten about boundaries, leaning into his hand like a kitten being stroked on the head.

Maybe I’m not so immune to his charms after all.

“I have a confession,” he murmurs so softly I have to strain to hear him. “There’s something else I kept.”

“What is it?” I don’t bother hiding my curiosity.

“The napkin that we used to sign our marriage pact on. Do you remember?”

I stare at him wide eyed. “I do.”

How could I forget the worst day of my life up to that point being turned around because of Satour’s thoughtfulness?

My boyfriend dumped me just hours before our senior prom. I was humiliated that I was naïve enough to think that we were going to be together forever.

When Satour found me reading behind the old Yaga house, he listened to me ramble on about soulmates and how worried I was that I’d never find mine. The joke is on me because I learned the hard way that there isn’t such a thing. Relationships never last, no matter how much you want them to.

Most friends would have laughed off my silly notions, but not Satour. He came up with the idea for us to sign a marriage pact as a backup plan, and despite my new perspective on love being a myth, I never forgot the sweet gesture.

“I figured you threw it away.”

“Never.” He gazes at me, and up close I can see the golden flecks in his blue eyes. “I liked the idea that in an alternate reality you’d be mine.” I feel lightheaded when he caresses my cheek with the back of his hand, his knuckles rubbing against my jaw.

The sober me would tell him he’s full of shit and remind him that a woman can’t be owned. Too bad the tipsy me is relishing the fact that Satour Gojo just confessed in a roundabout way that he kept the marriage pact we made in high school because he likes me… or at least he did.

“I have an important question to ask you,” he says.

“Which is?” I ask, my curiosity piqued.

He leans in closer, like he has a secret to share, and trails his fingers along my arm, sending a course of electricity through me at the touch. “Please tell me you’re single,” he murmurs.

“That’s not a question,” I quip playfully.

“I can’t ask you to marry me if you’re with someone else,” he says with a mischievous, boyish grin.

An uncharacteristic giggle escapes my lips. “That’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard.”

“It makes perfect sense.” He removes his arm from around my shoulder and clasps my hands in his. “We’re both single, in our thirties, and there’s a chapel right down the street. Marry me, N/n.”

I stare at him, trying to process his words. “We haven’t seen each other in fourteen years,” I remind him.

Thanks to the alcohol, it’s like my brain is on a coffee break, leaving me unable to come up with a better retort.

“So?” Satour murmurs. “They say absence makes the heart grow fonder, don’t they? Some connections can’t be ignored, no matter how long you’ve been apart.”

I knit my eyebrows in confusion. “What are you saying?”

“Marry me,” he repeats, sidestepping my question. “Our pact still means something to me, just like this bracelet does,” he says, nodding to his wrist. “You mean something to me.” Satour cradles my face, sending a shiver down my spine. “Haven’t you heard the best things in life are worth waiting for? Now that you’re finally here with me, I don’t ever want to let you go.”

I briefly close my eyes, wishing he’d stop saying all the right things.

After being engaged to a cheater with average looks, tying the knot with Satour would be a major upgrade. He’s devastatingly handsome and charismatic. Not to mention I’ve known him since we were kids.

“You’re serious about this?”

He nods his head. “I promise I’ll make you happy. You just have to give me a chance to prove it, N/n.” My heart skips a beat when he presses a kiss to my forehead. “Make me the luckiest man alive, and agree to be my wife.”

Nibbling on my lower lip, I feel the weight of his gaze.

Maybe this isn’t such a terrible idea after all. He has worn my bracelet for all these years and admitted that our silly marriage pact meant something to him. Plus, he punched Toji Zenin in the face when he stood me up at our senior prom. That’s true loyalty.

Wait. Am I really considering this?

Warning bells ring loudly in the back of my mind, reminding me those aren’t valid reasons to marry someone, but one too many shots of tequila have drowned out my logical thinking.

“When was the last time you did something just because you wanted to? Be brave, N/n, and take this leap with me,” Satour urges.

“Gojo, are you daring me to marry you?”

“Maybe,” he murmurs. “Is it working?”

“Yes,” I say, a grin spreading across my face, reflecting his contagious excitement. “I think it is.”

[yae-energy]

ㅤㅤㅤㅤ╰┈─✩ ˚ ‧ random thoughts ‧ ˚

✧˖° synopsis : random headcanons i have pertaining to jjk

✧˖° cast and crew : yuji itadori, megumi fushiguro, nobara kugisaki

.ᐟ content warnings : cursing, me just rambling

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ authors note : just smth to post ! some of these i’ve probably posted about on here? but y’all will be seeing them again just cause i wanna expand on some of them 😝

-

yuji <3

- he’s allergic to animal dander but still pets dogs and cats and stuff cause he simply just doesn’t care. but because of this, he forgets that he needs to wash his hands after playing with them, so if he ends up toughing his face his eyes get all swollen and he’s all itchy

- he listens to britney spears when he cleans ! sorry, i don’t make the rules. he also blasts it really loud and megumi is absolutely sick of it LMAO

- his favorite way to pass time is play thumb wars with megumi. he never wins but he genuinely finds joy in it cause no one else wants to play since he beats everyone else

- he uses inside jokes he made with someone else on other people who don’t know the context and thinks its funny. cause ultimately they end up confused and just kinda smile and nod

- hates any “fresh linen” scents cause it gives him a headache

- has a peanut allergy and will still try to eat shit containing said allergen

- calls nobara’s hair a “fuck ass bob”

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megumi <3

- keeps the volume on all his devices on at an even number. yes he gets irritated if it’s not

- he loves apple juice, like bro will actually down a whole gallon and still want another

- his favorite snack is apples and peanut butter

- he is allergic to most seafood

- he loves doing crossword puzzles ! like he’ll knock them shits out so fast it’s insane. he’s great at finding all the bigger words too

- prefers overhead headphones and has like 6 different pairs to go with different outfits (he also let nobara and yuji put stickers on them)

- he is a plain milk drinker

- he prefers savory over sweet, and loves to snack on crunchy foods

- he skips every other step when he goes up the stairs

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nobara <3

- she was a movie star planet player

- her favorite food changes every few weeks so she never has had an actual “favorite food” , and that’s the same reason why she doesn’t have a favorite color

- she is an apple juice hater and loves orange juice. her and megumi argue over this constantly

- she cant cut her nails properly and always has maki do it for her

- she sleeps with socks on and is trying to get megumi and yuji to see her vision, she has yet to succeed though

- she doesn’t like mustard or mayonnaise

- she’s allergic to pollen and grass

- she hates jello

- loves coffee but doesn’t drink it much cause she’s worried about it staining her teeth

- doesn’t like cake icing

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ ysl production credits : inspired by a conversation i had with @romiantic

⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ tags : @morosis-haze @jogeto @mypimpademia @ivanari @planetlunaa @cosmiles @milesmolasses @chinieh @romiantic @stqrriichiigo

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⤑ .𖥔 ݁ ˖ closing notes : def making a part 2 to this cause i need EVERYONE to hear my thoughts 😋. anyhow, love y’all, and drink some water cause it’s still hot as a bitch outside.

- xoxo, yves

[helloiamadrawer]

Neutrophil squad when they're drunk

*le gasp* OMG A CELLS AT WORK NONNIE??

Coming right up!! (sorry if its short but this was fun to write)

Neutrophil Squad when Drunk 🥴

U-1146

The sleepy drunk; tired after four/five shots he's o u t like a light

OR

Gets up on the karaoke stand and starts singing but not good

Its just really bad 🤣

It'd be such a shame if 3803 saw him like that in his pov

he would undergo activation the next day cause you know someone had to tell him

But in reality he has a massive headache and will not get out of bed so hes out of commission poor bb

U-4989

The chatty drunk as in he accidentally spills too much about himself without knowing it ;one of his freinds is going to have to shut him up or hes gonna start a bar figh-

Oh crap, too late hes started a bar fight now he's banned from the bar for life cause it was that bad

Joins 1146 in karaoke lmaoooo

He might have told 3803 that 1146 has a crush on her...immediately forgets everything he has said last night cause he was so drunk lol

Instead of being ashamed of what hes done (a little), few days later he laughs it off cause its all in the past

U-2048

Horny/Flirtier than usual drunk

Tries to hit on every female cell in the bar until 26 strides in and drags him back to where he and his buddies are,

"Hey~26, i bet you have some pretty ass eyes under thise bangs~"

big mistake 2048; when he tries to sweep 26's bangs back he's met with a hard smack to his face 😵 let me insert the streetfighter k.o meme right here

Doesnt wake up and 2626 had to lift the neutrophil over his shoulder to the infirmary

U-2626

He can hold his own pretty good with drinks

Well thats what he thinks until 2048 bursts into his dorm next morning and is throttling him because he sort of made out with him

Now heres how it happened, 2048 doing his annoying round of flirting with the girls, hammered as heck, he drops next to 2626 and whines about hs lack of bitches and he was getting about tired of it, so he took another shot and then kissed him straight on the mouth

Annnnnd let me just say it led into a messy make out session in the bathroom until 2048 had to excuse himself and frew up

Does 26 regret doing that?....a little but at least it shut him up

Gay awakening??🤔

U-2001

The sober one who has to take them all home in the end lolol

Just has two/three drinks (some water on the slide) but has to keep an eye on everyone

*rolls his eyes whilst literally wheeling out four plastered neutrophils on a cart that the red blood cells use for carrying oxygen* 🤣🤣🤣

[roe-and-memory]

holding my hands out like a kid at a candy store asking what you think Lightning and Sally would be like at formal events. like getting invited to parties after races and such

im gonna say i saw this, i sent it to roe, and she said it was probably her favourite ask we’ve ever received but we had no real ideas BUT WE HAVE IDEAS NOW. DO NOT FRET. im so sorry it took so long for me to get to you 💔

okay so. First off. i feel like lightning is a very casual, “you’ll have to physically hold me down to get me to wear anything fancy”, kind of guy. he would rather die than wear a suit. BUT, he listens to sally, and sally likes these formal events because it means they get to dress up together and look all cutesy as a couple (he will wear a suit if its for a date so Dont Worry, but the formal events are like fighting to get a cat in water or a fish out of it.)

so, more often than not, sally is kindly asking if he’ll dress up to go to the piston cup event, and more often than not it ends with him shaking and crying in front of the bathroom mirror trying to figure out how to fucking tie a tie because no one taught him. he only cooperates if its sally wanting to go BUT he will argue.

but when he gets to these parties or events, he forgets how much he Hates what hes been forced to wear and Boy can he brighten up a room. he gets one drink into his system (obviously very rarely, i cant see him enjoying alcohol too much) and all common sense or care is Gone he will embarrass himself in front of every other person in that room. this can Also be caused by the urge to try and fit in with the rest of them and just doing it Wrong.

sally, on the other hand, takes it slow. she has half a drink throughout the entire evening and mingles with lynda or some of the other racers partners, sometimes she has to go get lightning and bring him back to the table for food or just because hes getting Visibly overwhelmed but is Not realizing it himself or Trying to poorly be calm about it.. but she also brings a life to the party. i think she likes to dance, i think she maybe isnt the best at it (but to her credit, lightning cant dance for shit either) so she’ll dance with Her friends or lightning and it may be kind of embarrassing but she doesnt really care!! she likes these events quite a lot, it gives her a chance to engage with what lightning does for work and she can make friends she can relate to (and share anxiety with regarding race days..)

lightning will either find himself with sally or with bobby and cal, both of whom usually stand around doing nothing interesting and he has to collect them to bring their trio together. they both make fun of him for having to dress up so much, bobby gets complete freedom to dress however he likes because nobody in his family is really a major part of his piston cup career (and he doesnt have a partner)((and to clarify his family 100% supports him theyre so so proud but they dont have ANY idea what exactly these events entail so they stay out of his way)) whereas cal usually has to keep up the nice appearance because of that Weathers Family Name. he doesnt mind, he likes dressing up anyways, plus after the accident he had to go to a majority of events with his aunt and uncle cause no one could watch him. so hes been Trained for this day.

anyways, i think theyre both very proud of each other and they both Very much show it, especially at these events, theyre very lovey dovey and theyre silly and and. Yeah thats all the ideas i have 😭

[burrowbabe]

Give and Take - Chapter 7

Joe let the warm water run down the front of his head as he gripped the wall in front of him, stroking himself.

'Taking hold of your plump ass as you grind against him, his mouth hangs agape looking at your face scrunched up in pleasure.

"Joe!" you cry out in a breathy moan.

“Faster … faster.” You whine, bouncing up and down on his cock. Joe bucks his hips up into you, matching your rhythm.

With a loud moan of approval, he feels you clench around him.

You move faster and faster pushing yourself over the edge before -'

Joe's core clenches and shakes and his breath hitches as he ejaculates into his hand.

With his eyes screwed shut, choking to catch his breath, he tries to keep himself from collapsing.

He really tried to refrain from touching himself, but all he could think about lately was the moment between him and Anna. For a second, he thought maybe he would get to taste her lips.

It was incredibly difficult for him to justify that the interruption from AJ was a good thing. Sure, the whole 'friends' thing would have gone out the window, but you had practically gave him an opening during your chat.

Making his way down to the living room, you and Tana are sat on the couch watching some sort of reality show.

The two of you exchange small, closed mouth smiles, like you awkwardly have been for the last 2 weeks.

It was killing him not to talk to you normally.

Little did he know, you felt the same way.

You were incredibly embarrassed, for one. After spilling your guts to Joe, you didn't want him to think you were desperate.

You both needed to clear the air, because nothing did actually happen. It was just a matter of who broke the ice first.

*

It was Friday night, but instead of clubbing, you suggested a chill night in, to Tana's dismay.

It was like your own little house party. Music played, drinks were flowing and it was the first time in 2 weeks you had felt relaxed in front of Joe. Partly because you were avoiding each other, but in a group setting things felt ... normal.

"Let's play never have I ever!" Tana screams.

A colossal groan erupts from the group.

"I'm not playing your fuckin' games anymore!" You say, remembering the first night you all had met Joe and Ja'Marr.

With the tension, if Tana asked anything outrageous now, it would make things a whole lot worse.

"Then what do you suggest?" She counters, looking at you with red squinted eyes from all the alcohol she had consumed.

"Let's just play pong or something over at the pool house. We'll partner up." You suggest, looking around the room to meet a bunch of nodding heads.

"Wait, wait ... pool house?" Ja'Marr asks in disbelief. "Your pool has its own house?"

"You haven't seen?" You ask with a laugh.

You motion for the others to follow you.

Making your way to the backyard, you point in the distance behind a couple of trees.

"Pool house is over there. Technically it's the guest house, but we'll hang in there from time to time."

"Oh y'all rich-rich" Ja'Marr says, causing Joe to laugh with the smile you adore.

Typing in a quick code near the doorknob, you push open the door, revealing the small, yet luxurious pool house.

There's a full kitchen, including a bar. There's a living room area with a large sectional, fireplace and flat screen tv. A short set of stairs leading to a bedroom and bathroom on the second level, and various arcade games scattered around open corners.

"Usually my Mom stays here when she visits. Or I'll come here to escape these lunatics." You say, rolling your eyes.

"Hmph, I forget how nice it is in here." Tana says, looking around in wonder with her hands on her hips.

"Don't fuck up my sanctuary now. You're not allowed." You laugh.

Everyone gathers around the kitchen island like usual, setting down the various drinks you all had brought over from the main house.

"I think we have a folding table in the closet for pong." AJ says, snapping open a beer.

Joe offers to help him retrieve it, setting it up in the space between the kitchen and living room. You and Tana set up solo cups in the correct formation and dig out a couple rogue ping pong balls from a junk drawer.

"What are the teams?" Nick asks.

"I think it's only fair the girls get one of the professional athletes on their team." Ja'Marr teases.

"Hey! Who says Tana and I can’t hold our own?” You ask.

"Because you guys totally suck." AJ quips and everyone bursts into laughter.

"I am not that bad!" Tana exclaims. "I'll prove it! Me and Ja'Marr versus Anna and Joe. Then we'll see who's the best."

With a quick glance between one another and a shrug, everyone agrees to pair up.

"AJ and Nick play winner." Tana says, putting her beer down to throw her hair up into a ponytail.

"Uh oh ... I think she means business." Joe laughs, looking at you with wide eyes.

With Joe's perfect aim and your competitiveness and enthusiasm, the two of you win every game.

With each ball that sunk into a cup, you and Joe celebrate, high-fiving and hyping each other up.

"Balls back right here!" You exclaim after you both sank two in a row.

Joe was oddly mesmerized by you the entire time playing together. He was amused at your trash talk and competitiveness. Things finally felt like they were progressing between you both.

After another easy win, everyone was sick of you and Joe's gloating.

"Suckers!" You scream, flipping them the middle finger.

"Unbelievable." Ja'Marr shakes his head in defeat.

At this point, Tana was unconscious on the couch after spending most of the time complaining that she wasn't getting a fair turn during the game.

"Sucks to suck." You'd say with a shrug, and she'd pout.

"Let's just watch a movie or something, I'm tired as fuck." Nick suggests, flopping down on the end of the sectional.

AJ and Ja'Marr seemed to be on the same page, except you and Joe. As everyone settled down on the couch watching Ted, not even the talking bear could get you and Joe's attention off each other.

The two of you sat in the kitchen giggling, cracking jokes about the others and rehashing highlights from the previous game.

“I am the best cheerleader! Am I right or am I right?” You ask, wiggling your eyebrows.

“Yup, you definitely need to try out for the Ben-Gals. We need you out on that field.”

For what felt like hours, you and Joe chatted about funny memories from your lives and future plans, playfully teasing back and forth.

Neither of you realized how loud your conversation was becoming until your brother had shushed you angrily, half asleep.

"Can you pipe down? Jesus!" He complained.

Sharing a goofy look, you and Joe venture out of the pool house, snagging a bottle of wine from the bar on the way.

"Jeez, tough crowd." You laugh.

"Ah, whatever. We'll make our own party." Joe replies, waving the bottle in front of him.

The two of you walk side by side along the path back to the main house in peaceful silence for a moment.

Joe cracks the seal on the head of the wine bottle and takes a long swig before holding it out towards you.

Following suit, you let the cold liquid run down your throat, easing more of the tension between the two of you.

"So ... when's the album coming out?" Joe asks.

"Soon." you smile, "It's a story start to finish, but I don’t think it’s complete yet.”

“Writers block?” He asks.

“No, actually. I’m almost too inspired that I just keep recording, and I don’t even know which songs to choose for the final product.”

"Want to see my recording studio?" you ask him.

With an excited nod, you lead Joe upstairs.

The door to the recording studio is heavy and padded. Joe is intimidated by all the technical soundboards, microphones and other equipment around the room, surrounding the glass booth.

"Welp, this is it." you say with a shrug. "Except you've seen the kitchen island is more popular these days."

Joe nods with a smile, astonished by the glass case in the corner of the room, filled with awards. Grammys, which were the most identifiable to him, made up the majority of the case's contents. Record plaques adorned every inch of the walls, too.

Taking a swig from the bottle, you eye Joe looking around in awe.

"Different from a locker room, huh?" You laugh sheepishly.

"Very different." He agrees.

Watching him survey your accomplishments with a look of shock on his face definitely stroked your ego, but the buzz in your head from the alcohol gave you even more confidence.

Even looking at him do something so mundane didn’t stop the wetness from pooling in your panties.

He was just so perfect - family oriented, successful, kind … and insanely hot.

You shift from one foot to the other, clenching your thighs together to get some relief.

Before thinking, you blurt out, “Do you want to see my room?"

Joe's blood ran cold, and his heart skipped a beat for a moment. He whipped his head around to look at you standing a couple feet away from him, glazed eyes, blushed cheeks and a small smirk on your face.

He didn't know if this was a trick question or not. Was she going to think he was creepy if he said yes? Or yes too enthusiastically?

"Uh ... sure. Got any cool stuff in there?" He laughs.

“Tons.” You reply, motioning for him to follow you.

You knew exactly what you were doing. How else would you get him in your room? You thought, play it off like a house tour.

Maybe it was the alcohol talking, or your deep longing for physical touch, but you were suddenly ready to lay it all out on the table for Joe. No more walking on eggshells around each other.

Leading him down the hall, you dramatically wave around the grand master bedroom.

"Welcome to my lair." You smile, holding out the wine bottle towards Joe who happily takes it. His anxiety was through the roof at the moment. He wasn't really sure how far to push this situation without making it weird for your friendship.

With a soft click of the lock on the door, you lean your back against it, biting your lower lip in anticipation.

“You can sit if you want.” You shrug, meeting his wide doe eyes. He looks nervous, but that turns you on even more.

"Can I tell you something?" You ask, slowly walking towards him sitting on your bed.

Joe nods apprehensively, trying to ignore the twitch of his cock at the sound of your low, sultry voice.

With a deep sigh, you look him up and down, admiring everything about him.

Finally reaching him across the room, you slowly bend over to slide your hand around his to take the wine bottle. You take a long swig without breaking eye contact, while his mouth hangs slightly agape in awe just watching you.

Turning to set the bottle down on the table next to you, you find Joe's eyes again that have seemed to darken.

Sliding your hands up his abdomen, feeling his muscles through his t-shirt, you lean into his ear whispering, "I am so incredibly attracted to you."

Joe's mind raced with responses - none of them he deemed adequate for this situation.

Choosing the silent response, he swiftly wraps his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you in close until your lips meet.

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smutsmutsmutsmutsmut incoming 👀

[moth-p]

Im bored so.

TOP 20 TCW LYRICS THAT HAVE ABSOLUTELY AND IRREVERSIBLY DESTROYED ME (NUMBER 5 WILL SUPRISE YOU)

20: Pretty little things, Foxlore

"But maybe I'm the one whos right? Maybe you have proven why women like me never fall for pretty little things"

19: Can't go back, Foxlore

"Its time to learn to be more forgiving of yourself"

18: Ribs, Foxlore

"Little girl dont let them sell you any armour all your ribs are still your own"

17: October, Safe Ship Harboured

"Come my dear and drink while the waters still cold, I am naught but a scar upon your breastbone, so kiss me quick, steal every secret I keep, you can have anything that you want from me"

16: Hollow Moon, Misc

"But if I made my bed, did I make the demons in it, set them free from my head, did I make the demons in it?"

15: Sleeping Giants, Coyote Stories

"The moon is humming, the moon is humming lovely melodies, the forest echoes, the trees are crowing hungry, hungry harmonies"

14: Never love an anchor, Coyote Stories

"I am selfish, I am broken, I am cruel, I am all the things they might have said to you, do you ever think of me and my two hands and wonder why they never soothed your fevers? And wonder why they never tied your shoes? And wonder why they never held you gently? And wonder why they never had the chance to loose you?"

13: Steady, Steady, The Fool In Her Wedding Gown

"Ain't it a shame, with time, our dreams turned into jokes"

12: Turn out the lights, Foxlore

"You dont have to belive every single thought that tumbles through your head just 'cause it sounds like you talking"

11: Shallow river, The Fool In Her Wedding Gown

"May the whole sky fall, may it all come down, wasted all for the truth, for the fool in ger wedding gown" (oh wow chat its the album name! Its the album name chat! Its the)

10: The moon will sing, Coyote Stories

"The moon will sing a song for me, I loved you like the sun, bore the shadows that youve made with no light of my own, I shine only with the light you gave me, I shine only with the light you gave me"

9: The hand that feeds, Coyote Stories

"My papa taught me how to howl, how to bear my teeth and growl, he taught me that the hand that feeds deseeves to be bitten when it beats"

8: Bitter medicine, Beyond Beyond Beyond

"Dont look up to me, I'm not as all as you think, you see I talk a big game but its bullshit"

7: Strangler Fig, The Fool In Her Wedding Gown

"Climb me, climb me to the canopy, higher, higher till theres nothing left of me"

6: Scars, Beyond Beyond Beyond

"Cause I was born with a hole in my heart, yeah we were fucked from the start, tell me its inevitable that I'd end up with scars from falling down, down, we were always meant to fall apart"

5: Predator, Beyond Beyond Beyond

"You took advantage of another anxious people pleaser"

4: Caleb Trask, Safe Ship Harbored

"If you might then you may theres no reason to live bound in chains, cause youre not alone we're the daughters of sinners, we're the sons of saints"

3: Tounges and Teeth, The Fool In Her Wedding Gown

"I know that you mean so well, but I am not a vessel for your good intent, I will only break your pretty things, I will only wring you dry of everything"

2: Canary in a coal mine, The Fool In Her Wedding Gown

"But I still hold out hope that maybe someday Ill be worth more than all the silence left in my way"

1: Black hole fantasy, Beyond Beyond Beyond

"I'm pulling in the driveway, I'm turning off the car"

Thank you for reading this tier list, share your own opinions in the comments and dont forget to like subscribe and hit that be

[demons-and-demigods]

Demons and Demigods Part Six: Tartarus

Edit 4/12/24: okay so I might come back to this part and rewrite it at some point. I'll make a second post for that just to keep this one around bc i do like it, i just think it could be More lol

Alright, so this part is gonna be part hand-wavey transitions part written scene. I didn't want to split it up, so you'll just have to bear with me here for this one. This part also features dark!percy and, you know, The Horrors. Let me know if you want any warnings added to this one and I'll add them.

They get to Rome, split up to do their things, find Nico, fight the twins, Annabeth finds the Athena Parthenos, etc. Sam and Dean are stuck in Mystery Spot the same day Percabeth falls into Tartarus. And because demigods are ~weird~ they can all sense that something is off each repeat (especially because Percy and Annabeth seem Extra Off), and the Wednesday that Dean dies and then stays dead for four months is really fucking weird bc the demigods are just like, they know that nothing they do now is gonna stick they can feel it and Gaea and the Giants have like, stopped pulling shit so they’re just like wtf is going on. Then the world resets again and Percabeth has just fallen into Tartarus and off we go to continue the story. The demigods can sense that whatever was going on is over now and they hustle to get back to work.  

Percabeth did not get reset because Tartarus works different and is beyond the reach and powers of a trickster (even if said trickster is actually the archangel Gabriel in disguise) so they were falling for longer than is canon and then spent a lot longer down there than in canon bc I’m a sadist <3 so the Percy and Annabeth that the rest of the seven interacted with on each reset were just illusions repeating canned lines.

(I’ve said it before and I’ll say it again: this is my au and I can fuck with the timelines if I want to, so I am. Does it make sense? No. Do I care? Also no. I'm just having fun, don't think about any of it too hard.)

Now begins The Horrors.

Percabeth is in Tartarus dealing with The Horrors for like, a year. Between the topside Mystery Spot resets not affecting the Pit and time working differently down there anyway, it’s a long ass time for them. Tartarus is Large, it takes a long time to traverse its expanse. They suffer through drinking the fire water and trying desperately to stay alive to make it to the Doors. It’s been months and they’ve both started to lose themselves a little to the nature of the Pit. Percy is a little more vicious when cutting down monsters, Annabeth is a little slower to reign him in. It’s . . . almost easier down there. It’s all cut a dry. It’s just kill or be killed. It’s us or them. There is nothing but fight and kill and stay alive and always keep moving. It’s simple.  

Bob shows up and it’s a reminder that there’s more out there, a reminder of who they were and what they’re fighting for when they had begun to forget that there had ever been anything other than Hell. They regain a little bit of who they were before the Fall.  

The arai fuck shit up real bad lmao. They fight and get cursed and then Annabeth is blinded and she can’t find Percy and Percy is enraged. He stops caring about anything but getting to her, he doesn’t care about all the curses he is taking on, he can’t feel the pain of them anymore. The arai fall all around him with every swing of his sword. The curses pile up and still he doesn’t stop. They mean nothing in the face of his rage and desperation to get back to Annabeth’s side.  

And then it happens. He cuts down an arai and then he’s on the ground. Annabeth is still calling for him and the arai are laughing at him. The curse of Phineas, they cackle. A slow, painful death for the son of Poseidon who has caused so much suffering and pain; it is fitting.  

Percy is in unbearable pain; his blood is boiling in his veins and his skin is sloughing off his bones. His head is pounding and throbbing and he thinks it might explode. His muscles are burning and tearing themselves apart as his bones liquify. He knows that he is dying and fears that he won’t. Still he tries to get up, tries to stand and continue fighting. He refuses to go out without a fight, and he refuses to leave Annabeth to suffer the nightmares of this place alone.  

He manages to get back to his feet, although he has no idea how, and he has not the strength to lift his sword, barely the strength to grip it. And so he lunges, ripping the arai apart with hands and teeth as he burns, everything burning burning burning. But Annabeth is always just out of reach and his strength cannot last forever. He goes down. His vision is fading and he can’t tell if he’s breathing, he’s not even sure he has lungs to breathe with anymore. With the last of his strength he turns his gaze to the vaguely silver outline of where Bob is standing off to the side and prays. He begs with the shredded remains of his deteriorating mind for Bob to keep Annabeth safe. He apologizes for never visiting, for being a bad friend.  

And then the lights go out and Percy knows that this is it. He has a moment to wonder if his soul will remain trapped in Tartarus for all eternity or if it will manage to escape. With his luck, he doubts it.  

Bob moves, then. He clears away the arai and grabs Annabeth before she walks off the cliff. He heals her and carries her over to where Percy is lying still on the ground. Annabeth begs Bob to help him, cradles him in her arms and tells him that he can’t die, he can’t leave her to find the Doors alone, she needs him. Bob tries to heal him.  

Percy is a gruesome sight. He’s bleeding from a hundred different wounds, one of his legs looks broken and there is bone sticking out of his arm. He’s covered in blood and bruises and burns and he’s far too cold.  

Bob manages to fix most of the wounds and heals the broken bones. But the gorgon’s blood poison is beyond his abilities to take care of. They head to Damasen’s.  

Annabeth is wary, but desperate, and Bob is holding Percy so she had no choice but to follow.  

Damasen helps them, albeit reluctantly. Percy slowly gets better. Annabeth is thankful for the weeks of rest they get at Damasen’s hut while Percy recovers. Eventually, however, Percy is as healed as he is going to get in Tartarus, where the very air they breathe is slowly killing them, and they need to move on.  

It’s slow progress, heading towards the lady Bob says can help them with the death mist stuff, but they make it. Bob couldn’t come with them all the way, but he promised to meet them afterwards.  

And then Misery herself shows up and she is going to kill them. After everything else they’ve been through, after everything else they’ve done to get this far, they’re going to die at the hands of a sniveling, whining old hag? No.  

Percy is angry. He is furious. He wrests control of the poison from her and reverses its flow. He grabs hold of her tears and snot and saliva and forces it back, making her sob harder and it only gives him more to work with. Annabeth stands back and watches.  

Percy sees just how much misery Misery can take. She is begging him to let her go and he can’t help but laugh. It’s pitiful, how quickly she’s given in, given up. That cracked glass orb somewhere in the core of him shatters. And all of a sudden, he can feel. He can sense the congestion rattling in her lungs and the ichor pumping through her veins.  

He wants to grab hold of it, grab hold of everything in her and make her scream. He wants to make her feel even a fraction of the pain that he and Annabeth have had to endure down here.  

But then Annabeth’s ghoulish hand is on his arm and he turns to look at her and her eyes are sharp, even from beneath the guise of the death mist, and she shakes her head. He tilts his, asking, are you sure? He can kill this goddess, he is suddenly certain of this fact, and he would, if Annabeth told him to. She shakes her head again.  

He clears a path and lets Misery go.  

Nyx is frightening, yes, but Percy can feel the ichor in her veins just as easily as he could in Misery’s. He is not as afraid as he knows he should be.  

They survive the House of Night and make it to the other side intact.  

Percy can sense Annabeth’s heart pounding as they run, can feel her blood pumping and it makes his head throb, but they don’t have time for him to think about it, so he shoves it to the back of his mind and carries on.  

They meet up with Bob. Percy can almost hear the ichor in his veins and he can sense every movement Bob is about to make, can feel his muscles tense and stretch.  

They make it to the Doors and Percy can hardly think over the sound of all the blood pumping within the horde of monsters before them. It echoes in his head, gallons of blood and ichor roaring in his ears. He stumbles and Annabeth catches him. He can’t hear her worried questions over the pounding in his head.  

He gets it under control.  

They make it to the Doors and cut one chain. They fight. Tartarus himself appears.  

Percy drops his sword. He claps his hands over his ears and screams. He can feel it now, the body of Tartarus coming to life beneath their feet; the rivers of the Underworld flow through his veins, monsters writhe around in pustules on his skin. They stand atop the thunderous beating of his massive heart.  

Percy can feel it all and he can feel his mind begin to fray at the immensity of it, at the truth of the Pit. Mortal minds were not meant to bear this reality.  

Annabeth is kneeling in front of him (he doesn’t remember hitting the ground) and her hands are covering his over his ears and she’s trying to talk to him but all he can hear is the rushing of the rivers beneath Tartarus’ skin. Bob is fighting off monsters and his brothers as the manifestation of Tartarus watches from the sidelines. Damasen is there (when did he get here? Percy’s mind is fracturing, he can’t think straight, he can’t keep track of what’s going on) and Percy blinks and Damasen has thrown himself at Tartarus and Annabeth is trying to haul him into the Doors.  

Percy tries to speak but he can’t seem to make his voice work. They need to stay, to help their friends. They can’t leave Bob and Damasen behind.  

Annabeth is crying.  

Percy reaches up to wipe the tears from her cheeks and tries to focus only on her, tries to block out the body of Tartarus and the horde of monsters.  

Suddenly, Bob is there, scooping them up and depositing them in the elevator. “The button must be held for twelve minutes or else the Doors will open and you will die, trapped within whatever lies between here and the surface.”  

Annabeth tries to protest. Percy can barely make out what Bob is saying.  

“I will hold the button,” Bob says. “Thank you, friends, for giving us hope.” He glances over his shoulder at where Damasen and his drakon are holding off the tide of monsters and trying to keep Tartarus at bay. “We will do this for you, and we are honored to. You must hold the Doors closed on your side. They do not like the living and will try to spit you out.”  

Bob presses the button and the Doors begin to slide closed. “Please tell the sun and stars I say hello,” he says with a soft smile, and the Doors shut.  

It’s a long, long ride back to the surface. Annabeth and Percy throw their shoulders into the Doors, fighting to keep them closed. Annabeth sobs, but Percy still isn’t quite all there.  

The longer they’re in the elevator and the farther they get from the Pit, the more Percy begins to come back to himself. Annabeth watches the awareness slowly return to his eyes and his face crumple with despair as he regains his mind and can finally make sense of what just happened.  

They mourn, but they keep the Doors closed.  

Above, the whole thing with Pasiphae and Clytius is happening. The Doors ding. Leo throws a screwdriver to hit the button.  

The Doors slide open.  

Percy and Annabeth tumble out, still clinging to each other even as they collapse.  

They look dead.  

Clytius uses them to speak and everyone is pissed off, then Hazel and Hecate kill him <3  

Percy and Annabeth are alive, but only just. And they’re out. Nico and Hazel kneel on either side of them. Nico reaches out to clutch at the tattered remains of Percy’s shirt and Hazel grabs hold of Annabeth’s wrist.  

The others gather around and hold hands. Nico and Hazel shadow travel them all out of there.  

In the light, it’s worse.  

Reyna and Coach Hedge meet them on the hilltop and freeze. Hedge starts cursing up a storm and Reyna chokes back bile. Leo turns around and throws up. Frank gags. Hazel sobs and Nico feels like he can’t breathe. Piper turns and buries her head in Jason’s chest. He wraps his arms around her tightly but can’t bring himself to look away from Percy and Annabeth.  

They’re horrifyingly thin, emaciated. The tattered remnants of their clothes hang off their skeletal frames. Their skin was pale and sallow, their cheeks sunken. Their chests rattled with each shallow, labored breath. They were covered in cuts and bruises, weeping lacerations and half-healed scabs littering their skin beneath layers of dirt and grime and other nasty substances.  

The others wondered just how long Percy and Annabeth had been down there.  

Jason gently lifts Percy into his arms and flies him to the ship, Frank right behind him as a dragon with Annabeth carefully cradled in his claws.  

Reyna, Hedge, and Nico leave with the Athena Parthenos.  

Percy and Annabeth are settled in two beds in the small infirmary on the Argo II to rest. No one knows when (if) they’ll wake up. Someone is always with them, though. Be it Hazel gently wiping the grime from their skin or Piper carefully cleaning their wounds, Jason dribbling nectar between their cracked lips or Frank doing some physical therapy exercises to try and keep their muscles from atrophying any further.  

The boat was quiet and tense, everyone waiting with bated breath for Percy and Annabeth to wake up.  

And eventually, they did.