#i wanna see kit opening up to them and just letting himself be loved by them

[wikitpowers]

Do you think Kit is closer to Tessa or Jem ☝️🗣️🗣️

listen! BOTH! he’s close to both of them! but each of them in a different way <3

i think that once he gets truly comfortable with them (and he finally accepts that talking about his feelings or seeking help isn’t showing weakness), he will really learn to confide in both of them.

to tessa, i think he would turn to about heartache and his self doubts. i think kit would seek her out when he just needs a hug, some hot chocolate and someone to tell him it’s okay (and tessa has such a warm presence, ik she would do everything to comfort him and make him feel safe) <3

with jem, it would be a bit different. kit would still trust him and open up about things but it would be more about simply being heard. jem would listen and try to understand, give him some advice but mainly just listen and let kit vent. it would so sweet.

but yes! HE LOVES THEM BOTH (and they love him so much right back) 🤍

[harumasa-wifey]

Omgomg i love your writing sm 😭‼️

Since you're open for request, can I request a doctor!reader with Harumasa? Imagine he is going to infirmary just to see reader 😔 maybe he pretend to be sick as an excuse just to see reader

➹Just Because I Like You a Lot

✖Asaba HarumasaxFem!doctor Reader

Warning: none just some fluff, not proofread

Note: yea i almost died last week/srs but only my left hand is injured so it's fine. Thank you for waiting i also have another similar request for doctor Reader and I am currently working on it.

The moonlight falls on the papers placed upon your office desk as you go on reading while sipping on your cup of tea with more papers in the piles beside your desk.

You weren't expecting any patients at this hour as you were checking some reports before ending your shift but as the saying goes, Expect the unexpected. So there he was entering your office with a pout on his lips looking beat up.

Your instant response was putting down your cup as you stood up, several thoughts running in your head. Did he get these injuries in a Hollow? Or worse fighting some high level ethereal.

“Who hurt you?” The worried look on your face was obvious as you asked him to sit down to take a look.

“Chief”

.....

“Huh?”

The worried expression was now replaced by confusion. Why would miyabi do that? Of course she should have a reason, those thoughts ended as he spoke up again.

“Well well isn't this embarrassing, the chief and I had a sparring session and now I look like this”

“Man she wasn't playing this time” he murmured under his breath which was pretty audible in the peaceful office. A light giggle broke out your lips as you came to the conclusion on why this had happened.

“Really Miss doc? I came up looking this injured in the night and you are laughing,Won't you at least treat me with care?”

“Pfft, it's just some minor injuries you been through worse asaba but don't worry I'll ask a nurse to fix your bandages”

You were about to make your way to your desk to call upon a nurse when he pulled you back hugging you from the back, his breath fanning over your ears as he mumbled.

“I didn't come all this way for you to push me out, you know how much i hate travelling long distances”

It's true he is lazy like that and it's not like he cannot do this by himself yet he is here asking for your help when he could be home sleeping.

You held his hand which was interlocked around your waist as you faced him.

“Alright, sit back down I'll do it”

He smiled like a kid winning a prize and sat back on the bed watching you move around the office gathering the first aid kit, you came back with the kit and several bandages in your hand placing them on the desk.

“Okay, show me the wounds that have been reopened”

“Do I really need to do all that doc? You already know where it is, can't I just sit here all pretty for you?”

He said as he gave you a teasing smile clearly stating his intentions once again.

You sigh as your hands hover above his his tie first then the shirt buttons undoing them one by one as he quietly indulges you taking it off him with a satisfied smile resting on his until you pulled off his waist and stomach, he lets out a low grunt trying to make it look like it hurt while you just stared at him unamused.

“Can you please be gentle with me doc? I am a really fragile person”

“I am sure no fragile person can charge into hollows like it's nothing but whatever you want”

You checked around his wound and it hasn't been opened which was good. You just need to change the dressing, as you were thinking of changing the dressing your fingers were hovering around his abs, and how could he miss out on a chance like this.

“You like what you see doc? It took a lot of effort so i would like you to parise me more if you wanna” he asked with a slight smirk adorning his lips. You quickly take your hand back tearing your gaze away from him to the box besides.

“Ahem, i was checking the wound” even though what you said was true he surely doesn't mind you checking something else out on him.

You slowly but carefully wrapped the bandages around him and put the box aside giving him space to dress up but it seemed like he didn't want to do that either.

“won't you help me with this doc?” you wish you could dig yourself a hole, his advances were getting too much for you to act nonchalant even though the blush on your face is quite obvious to him and he is enjoying every second of it.

You help him put on his shirt and tie back, whispering quietly under your breath which was clearly audible to him.

“You cannot keep getting away with this” before leaning in to give him a final kiss as you ward him out of your office to pack your stuff to leave with him, you know he is standing outside and he won't go anywhere without you.

[have-you-seen-my-sanity]

Hi! I loved your latest fic about yandere Moon boys and medical student reader. What if one night Marc or Steven gets home injured and reader patches him up? They look into each other's eyes, tension rising... 😏 and before we know it, reader ends up in a Stockholm syndrome situation 😌 (I'm a sucker for smut, I can't help it 😈)

Hi! Marc and Steven would be the only yanderes I would happily end up with Stockholm syndrome 😏

And now, I present to you with honor✋🙂‍↕️🤚

Patch up

Based on this one here [X]

Yandere Marc Spector & Steven Grant x fem!reader

Please heed the warnings!!👇

Warnings/Triggers: Blood, explicit, mention of captivity, p in v, smut, nsfw, sexual tension, reader gets Stockholm syndrome, minor blood play, detailed description of wound treatment, comfort, Marc is so dirty.

*Marc, you should have listened to me!*

Marc ignored Steven's voice, he was way too busy limping back home. He already had some makeshift treatment around the wound on the left side of his abdomen and some ripped cloth around his arm to atleast stop the bleeding. He was fighting a group of bad guys and he un-summoned his Moon Knight suit too fast, not realizing one of them was still alive, attacked him from behind, sliced Marc's arm and cut into the left side of his abdomen. Luckily before that guy could do more damage, Marc snatched his gun and shot him right in the head.

Now the only thing left to do, is get back and treat those wounds.

*You'll pass out before you even make it back, the hospital is closer.*

Marc passed a small mirror, taking a look at Steven's reflection while also looking at his current state. He looked like someone who fought with an animal.

"No, I'll manage getting back. We have everything necessary there."

*Alright. But let me take the body so you can rest a bit.* Steven demanded.

"Fine, have it your way."

Marc surrendered and Steven took over the body, making his way back home.

-

Steven arrived at his building, hastly getting into the elevator because the stairs would only take more energy. He rushed into his apartment, some blood already seeping through the makeshift first aid dropping onto the floor.

You were in your room, hearing the rushed noises outside. Curious, you headed out, seeing some blood drops on the floor leading into the kitchen.

Meanwhile, Steven had already surrendered the body back to Marc because Steven knew Marc knows what he's doing and trusted him. Marc opened a cupboard, grabbing a bottle of pure vodka.

*Whoa, what are you- oh no, no, that's a bad idea.* Steven chimed in, already knowing what Marc is going to do.

"Wanna go to the hospital and get drugged?" Marc opened the bottle, grabbed a nearby towel and slapped it on the table. He removed the makeshift first aid around his abdomen and pulled his shirt up, the bleeding had almost stopped. He poured half of the pure vodka onto the towel before taking a long swig himself and poured the remains on the open wound.

"Fuck!" he hissed from the burning pain, slamming his fist on the table. He grabbed the vodka drowned towel and pressed it against the wound. The burning was still there but it slowly faded away.

"Oh. My. God."

Marc turned around, seeing you standing in the doorway with a shocked expression.

"Go-go back to sleep sweetheart, we got it from here." He tried reassuring you but you didn't go.

Steven and Marc had kidnapped you, and now seeing how injured they are, it could have been easy for you to just run or call the police on them. Is it a bad idea? Yes, probably.

"You look like you went through a meat grinder! How bad is it?"

"Not that bad." Marc lied.

"You're almost bled out, let me help you!" you insisted.

Marc didn't answer, instead he walked past you, into the bathroom and got a first aid kit before returning to the kitchen.

"Hey Marc! Please, just let me help." You almost pleaded with him.

*She's right, let her help you.* Steven chimed in.

Marc thought for a split second, before he finally sat down on the chair and turned his attention to you. "Alright you can help."

"Good, just pull your shirt up, no need to take it off, I don't wanna-"

Before you could even finish your sentance, Marc has already pulled his shirt off and threw it away.

You let out a small sigh, headed over to him, grabbed the needle and thread from the first aid and kneeled down infront of him.

You examined the wound, it was a quite deep cut, so stitches were in order.

"How bad is it?" He asked.

"It has to be stitched."

Marc nodded weakly, grabbing a piece of cloth from the first aid kit and put it into his mouth to bite down.

You looked up at him "I'm sorry in advance if I hurt you."

He gave a curt nod, giving you permission to start.

Slowly, you held the wound with your thumb and index finger, trying to push the sliced skin together as best as possible. The thin needle cut through the the skin, causing Marc to inhale sharply and grit his teeth against the cloth between his teeth.

"I know it hurts, but I have to do this in order to help you." you tried calming him down. You were so focused on your first stitch, not noticing Marc glancing down at you the whole time.

Some of his blood was already starting to stain your fingers, but you didn't mind, you just wanted to get the stitches done.

First stitch went well, only approximately five more stitches and it should be okay. For the next two stitches, Marc was silent and you thought he passed out. So you looked back up to check on him.

"Hey don't die. The bleeding has almost stopped."

He let out a small hiss. "It takes more than that to kill me."

You hummed, going for the next stitch. "Yeah I noticed."

Marc let out occasional small whimpers, but those weren't actually from him, they were from Steven because he let him front from time to time.

"How did you even manage to get those?" You asked, sticking your tongue out a bit to concentrate.

"Surprise attack." He simply answered, letting out another hiss at the needle penetrating his soft skin.

"Shit, sorry." you mumbled, looking back up to see if he's okay. Never once did he stop looking at you, then you catched his gaze with yours, he looked so done, you'd think he's about to pass out but there was something else in his brown eyes, something you couldn't describe. Maybe it's just from the blood loss? But damn, he looked so handsome.

"I-it's gonna be okay.." You tried tearing your gaze off from his, but your eyes flicked back to his before you could go back to doing stitches. You were blushing slightly, and you hoped he wouldn't notice.

But he noticed, he noticed every single thing on your features. "You're not used to stitch up others, hm?" he breathed out.

"What?" His answer caught you off guard and you accidentally tugged a bit on the needle while only the sharp tip was through his skin. Marc grunted at the sudden pain.

"I'm so sorry!" you apologized, quickly getting the stitch through.

"It's okay. How many stitches until it's good?"

"Two."

The last two stitched were done without a fuss. You got a bandage roll and some sterile pressure pads. You poured some disinfectant on the wound to avoid bacterial infection. Marc held the pads on his stitched up wound while you wrapped the bandages securely around him.

After he was done he sat back down on the chair.

"What's with your arm?" you pointed at it.

"Just a cut." he removed the ripped cloth, revealing the wound. Marc and Steven agreed that Marc would endure the big wound and Steven the cut on his arm so both of them could get some rest in between.

"But the arm won't need stitches, yeah?" It was Steven now.

"Nope. Only some disinfectant and maybe a bandage." You began poking with your finger around the cut to see if something important had been damaged. "Does anything there hurt?"

Steven let out a small whimper, "No only the cut burns. Why are you doing this?"

"To see if something important is damaged, maybe ask Marc if he knows about this."

*Yeah it's common, no need to panic Steven.*

"He said yes."

You nodded, grabbing the disinfectant, poured some on the wound, got a pad again and wrapped another bandage roll around it.

"Wow, thanks love. You could have made a perfect doctor." Steven said.

You glared back at him with narrowed eyes. "Get some sleep."

"Did I say something bad?" he replied nervously before standing up.

While Steven got to sleep, you cleaned the blood drops on the ground up and put the first aid kit away. You returned to the living area, seeing them slumbering on the bed. If you wanted it, you could sneak out, run and call the police. They're injured after all, they wouldn't make it far. But something inside you didn't want to get away, you grew... fond of them now. Very fond...

They didn't sleep long, maybe just a couple minutes before they woke up again. You were in the bathroom to clean the blood off your hands and tossed your bloodied clothes into the washing machine. Meanwhile Steven let Marc front again as he got himself some pain killers and a glass water.

You came out of the bathroom, assuming they'd still sleep but you saw them sitting on the bed with the glass. "Are you in pain?"

*She looks so beautiful like that. Hey, wanna repay her for fixing us up?* Steven asked in the headspace, making Marc's eyes roam over your body from head to toe and back.

Of course you didn't notice, Marc did it so subtle you couldn't see it. "Just some pain killers."

You made your way to the kitchen for a drink, your back was turned towards the door, so you didn't see them entering.

Clink!

The sudden clank of the empty glass on the counter next to you made you jump and look back, seeing Marc there with a smug expression and something else.

"You trying to give me a heart attack?" you gasped.

"No but we'd rather repay you, sweetheart." He stepped closer and before you knew it, he ducked, one arm went to the back of your knees and the other around your back, picking you up brydal style as he brought you back to the bed.

He was already rock hard when he dropped you off on the bed, standing between your legs. "Wanna know something?" he asked, already removing your panties.

"What?" you gasped, realizing what's gonna happen now. And to be honest, you weren't against it.

Marc pulled his throbbing cock out and positioned himself at your entrance. "You looked pretty good on your knees, honey."

In response, your cheeks got tainted in bright red, making him chuckle and he pushed his cock into you until he was fully inside, causing you to gasp at the sudden intrusion.

"Marc..." you moaned, starting to adjust to his size.

He moved in a slow pace at first, grabbing your hips while his eyes closed as he lost himself in the feeling of you wrapped around him.

You moaned uncontrolably, feeling your pussy staining his whole girth with your juices.

Something red on his side caught your attention, seeing a bit of blood on the bandage. "Marc?" you whimpered.

"Mmhhmm?" he opened his eyes again, looking down at you with his dark eyes as he fucked you.

"Your wound."

Marc looked down at the wound, shrugging it off. "It's nothing, concentrate on me fucking you as a reward."

He increased his thrusting, your moans got louder and eventually his breathing got heavier.

You noticed some blood running down his side, your eyes widened. With every hard thrust, as he got closer and closer to orgasm, it seemed like more blood ran down.

"Marc, your wound is bleeding!"

He moved his hand towards it, feeling the sticky red liquid on his hand before looking down. "It's just some blood, baby." his bloodied hand moved to your stomach, leaving some blood on your belly before it returned to grip your hip.

"What if it's open?"

Marc leaned down. "Shh, shh. Don't worry about the wound. Worry about me fucking this good little pussy." he increased is pace even more, moving in to kiss your neck as your eyes rolled back.

Marc groaned. "Honey, if I could, I would fuck you all day. You're so warm, so soft. So fucking wet."

You let out such a needy moan, it made him loose control, fucking you relentlessly. "Yeah you'd like that, hm?"

"Oh goddd..." your orgasm was close, he felt it too from how your pussy tightened around him.

"When you were doing the stitching, I had to seriously contain myself from pulling my cock out and fuck your cute face until your throat would be sore." Marc was so close to cumming, but he wanted to hold it back as long as possible.

You on the other hand couldn't take it anymore, your eyes fluttered close as your pussy clamped down like a vice around his cock.

"Oh fuckkk..." Marc groaned deeply, releasing himself inside you, painting your walls white with his cum.

He pulled out and laid down on the bed beside you, still panting.

You looked at him, calming down yourself. "What the hell was that?"

Marc chuckled softly. "Steven and I wanted to say thank you."

"It was a good thank you, very good." you grinned, scooting closer to him.

"So you don't hate us anymore?" he asked, reaching out to pull you against his side.

"No. I don't wanna leave anymore, I want to stay with you two." you laid your head on his chest.

"And what made you change your mind?" Marc gently ran his fingers through your soft hair.

"I don't know, it... just happened.."

"That's our good girl. Go to sleep, you've earned it." Marc wrapped his arms around you and gently kissed your hair, smirking because he knew they finally had you where they wanted and you'd never want to leave.

[crisiscutie]

Darling and Sephiroth cockwarming after a long day of dealing with the kids? 😣

This Fluffy Sephiroth or "Fluffy" Sephiroth? 🤔 I will make this Fluffy boi. Yandere version here. Enjoy this scenario~.

Content Warning: NSFW. Some angst.

Exhausted from your maternal duties, you almost collapsed onto the bed, but you managed to steady yourself, avoiding any discomfort for yourself or the little one inside of you. You love your triplet boys. You really do. But sometimes you wanna just throw them into a chest and ship them off to the promised land... or whatever that is. Not too long after your arrival, the bedroom door slammed open, making the poor hinges creak for dear life. You couldn't help but smirk briefly, knowing that the only other person who could have made such a grand entrance in your household, aside from your son Loz, was his dear father.

Sephiroth took a moment to calm himself before slowly closing the door, mentally adding yet another item to the growing list of house repairs. Afterward, he untangled his disheveled high ponytail, allowing his flowing silver mane to cascade down his back. Finally, he approached the bed and motioned for your pillow. You smiled, lifting your head from your pillow as you allowed him to remove it and fluff it up for you. Even when he's on his last nerve, he's still so thoughtful and sweet to you. He then joined you on the bed, his throbbing cock pressing against your eager entrance, covered by your silky panties.

You pulled your panties aside, granting him access. You two have been waiting all day to fuck, but one distraction came after another. But now, the moment was here. A low grunt escaped his lips as he slowly entered, your wet cunt stretching around his cock. He held you close, with one hand supporting your breasts and the other tenderly cradling your pregnant belly.

"Are you sure this next one is only a single?" he asked playfully.

"We must trust the midwives, my love," you retorted.

"No one can be sure of everything. I hope Angealica can handle the boys right now..."

"Of course she can. She's our firstborn, and already mastered the art of keeping the boys in check!" You couldn't see it, but you know he's got a big smile on his face. You let out a pleasurable sigh as he lazily thrusts, savoring the sensation of his thick cock being massaged by your walls.

"So, what do you think it will be?" You asked, your gaze fixed on the sunset over the fields from the bedroom window. In the distance, you could see the village that your family frequently visits. Sephiroth slightly narrowed his eyes and his hand began to slowly rub your pregnant belly. It's almost as if he was listening or communicating with something. After a short while of silence, you said his name, wondering if he heard your question or if he zoned out.

"...It will be a girl." He blurted out. You raised an eyebrow and laughed.

"Are you just saying that because you don't want more boys?"

"No. I'm certain," he said, his slit eyes darting off to the bedroom window, watching the sunset like you.

"If you say so. What name should we pick for her, then?"

"Lucrecia..."

"Hmmmm," you mumbled. The name had a nice ring to it, although it seemed oddly specific to suggest at a time like this. You want to ask him where he got it from, though you're sure that he had already endured a relentless barrage of questions from Yazoo today, so you'd leave it be for now. "I like that name... How about Lulu for a nickname? Or Lucy?" His cock twitched inside you as his normally lazy thrust had a bit more vigour to it this time. "I'll take that as a yes," you huffed out, as he quietly chuckled. The two of you relaxed in silence for a short while after that, now watching the moon overtake the skies while wild chocobos wandered through the fields. Soon, the silence was disrupted by a thought that entered your mind.

"Our tenth anniversary is coming up... It's incredible to think about how far we've come. From being SOLDIERS to building a beautiful family away from Shinra, it's truly remarkable. He would be proud." Sephiroth's vast white wing sprouted from his back, it enveloped both of you, his grip tightening ever so slightly.

"I..." his velvety voice trailed off. One of his fingers gently traced the intricate engravings on your mako-encrusted wedding band. He had crafted it for you years ago, just before the arrival of your firstborn.

"-was so scared of losing you, like how I lost my mother. That's why I wanted to give this to you as a parting gift," he whispered, his voice trembling. Your eyes grew heavy as the realization washed over you. No wonder he had seemed so mournful when Angealica's birth was approaching. Without warning, he thrusted once more, eliciting a sharp yelp from you as his cock hit your cervix. He then nuzzled into your neck and whispered a quiet apology, his tears cascading onto you. In that moment, you clasped your hands over his, affirming your unwavering support for him. It was only natural that a fear like that still lurked in his heart, but it was undeniable that he had become a better man throughout it all.

"Don't worry," you reassured. He lifted his head from your neck. "If I didn't leave you then I won't leave you now. For good luck, why don't we renew our vows? It'd be a celebration of the people we became, our rebirth. Fate did its damndest to keep us apart, but we couldn't be stopped." He stayed silent, allowing your words to sink in. A moment later, he spoke up.

"So be it," he said. You had to stop yourself from yelping in delight at his response. Despite the lingering doubt within Sephiroth, he was comforted by knowing you would help him navigate through it.

"So much to plan~! What should we get the boys to wear? I wonder if the village boutique sells maternity wedding dresses-"

"I admire your eagerness love," Sephiroth said, his voice slightly trembling. "But maybe we should save the planning for another time. It's been a long day," his words carried a hint of nervousness.

You pouted playfully, yet you also nodded in agreement. Both of you slouched, and closed your eyes, eagerly anticipating the new day that lay ahead. Your fantasy with him was finally etched in stone, and nothing could rip it apart.

I think "My Silver Lining" is a perfect song showing the growth and tenacity of Fluffy Sephy and his darling's bond. 💜

[ariseur]

hey so uhhhh i got this idea for a sephiroth post 🥺 i was imagining what wouldve happened if his wing developed pre-nibelheim. i imagine bb would be really scared and disgusted with himself and id wanna make him feel better :( bonus points if his wing is an erogenous zone and he doesnt realize it 👀

please, please, please, let me get what i want 𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

sephiroth (ffvii) x reader

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(the smiths / deftones ref???) omg i forgot how it feels to post on hereee. i miss you guys but i’ve just been super busy because of all my music festivals for school n stuff! thank you for this request it was soo lovely!! 🫶

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mentions of blood, mentions of sephiroths underlying sorrow and yearning for a familiar comfort in his life, i forgot he only has one wing so lmk if i messed up and mentioned two 😭

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a contorted face found staring back at itself in the glass of the clear mirror, only the light from the overhead lamps and his reflection ricocheting off of it. sephiroth’s eyebrows furrowed as he held his breath, lungs allowing what seemed to be limited air inside of them, the smell of his shampoo and hair oils still lingering in his nose.

his fingers danced along his wingspan, flinching at the sharp feeling of sores on his back— his eyes flickering towards the once pristine white counter, now littered with black feathers and bloody marks against the marble. he couldn’t soothe the feeling of bile at the back of his throat this time as he shuddered once more, his shaky breaths slipping between his parted lips.

“sephiroth?” he heard at the door followed by a few gentle knocks against the hard wood. his eyes darted to the door, watching as the doorknob slowly jiggled. his hand rushed to the wood, cold against his palm as he urged the door to stay shut.

he sputtered, “i’m indecent.” despite remaining with his cool tone of voice, you couldn’t help but notice the waver in his tone as he winced at the slight strands of hair that fell against his back when he whipped around. he placed his forearm against the door to further stabilize it as he tipped his head back, exhaling sharply through his nose while he heard you scoff out, “nothing i haven’t seen, before.”

his eyebrows furrowed and he scrunched his eyes closed. his back aching with every sharp pain that traveled throughout his upper torso. a cool wave washed over him as he watched the door slowly open, your own brows knitted in concern as you finally let your eyes gaze upon the bloody counter and his almost shameful expression. he didn’t falter in his eye contact, mako irises only following you as you walked into the bathroom and touched one of the strays of black feathers that had fallen atop the sink.

“sit down.” your voice came out soft and gentle, the only sound that dared to interrupt you was the whirring of the air conditioning. sephiroth tilted his head a bit before finally taking a seat on the closed lid of the toilet. despite having fragments of a single wing sticking out of his back, he somehow managed to always maintain a straightened posture.

you rummaged through the cabinets under the sink, trying to ignore the small thin trickles of blood that dripped on the floor as you felt for the first aid kit in the very back of the space. you caught a glimpse of sephiroth, staring down at his hands as he almost sneered at himself. seeing him without his shirt on wasn’t anything new, but the way his shoulders tensed up and his breaths shook made your stomach twist. you could’ve sworn his breath hitched as he felt another sharp pain travel through his bones.

as he watched you get up and walk over to his seated frame on the toilet, his eyes stayed glued to the floor until your feet came into view— signaling you were there and ready to finally patch him up. he couldn’t look up, ever too embarrassed to peel his eyes off the tile and up at you as he knew he’d probably meet your concerned gaze.

sephiroth was only worried over when there was something that could ruin his image or his ability to fight, although when did that ever happen much?

it was hard getting accustomed to the feeling of being loved. and not the admiration he received from his fangirls and superiors alike, he knew he was talented— but he didn’t know he was loved. and that was the hardest part of you coming into his life, being able to feel loved and appreciated when you embraced him and not stiffen at just the gentlest brush of your fingertips, so gentle and soft compared to his calloused skin. when he recoiled at your benign touch, it wasn’t out of appallment— it was pure fear for what the next step was and if he was truly ready for this or not.

“sit backwards, sephiroth.” even as you sighed, the way his name left your lips never failed to make his heart skip. he hummed in acknowledgment and changed his position on the toilet lid, wincing at the small gasp you let out once you fully saw his back. the skin was broken as his wing had poked through, and sephiroth didn’t help as he picked at it either. his wing, black and thick coated with a sheen layer of blood from birth. you frowned, who knows how long sephiroth had been containing this.

he let out a small sigh of anticipation, lightly drumming his fingers against his toned thigh as he felt your hands meet his back.

sephiroth’s eyes scrunched close as you moved them along his spine, being careful not to touch the wounds themselves but instead the areas around them. he tried to ignore the growing warmth in his stomach and instead took a deep breath as you finally pressed the alcohol soaked cotton ball against the wound, watching as the white material quickly turned a deep red.

it was only silent for a moment— yet the whirring of the fan was starting to piss you off. sephiroth didn’t say anything either, but you couldn’t blame him. by the flush of his cheeks and the shaky sighs he took, you almost felt as if you were doing something wrong but instead your brain just resorted to the thought of, ‘he’s been at this for a while, he’s just tired.’

you worked your way with dressing his wounds and cleaning his wing, watching as it fluttered beneath your palm.

and when he heard the familiar click of the first aid click closing shut, he maneuvered his way back to face front on the toilet— even if he couldn’t bear to look at you. mako infused eyes stayed glued to his lap, unmoving even as he heard your footsteps shuffle over towards him. another touch as your hand snaked up to cradle his jaw and it was like electricity shot through his body. it took him everything not to flinch away at the foreignness. not to flinch away from the comforting feeling he was so scared he’d fall face first in.

you urged his head to look up at you, having his eyes immediately trail to your soft smile.

“don’t hold it in,” you began, your eyes never failed to make sephiroth melt even in the harshest states, “let me feel you, sephiroth.”

your whispers curved their way into his ears and were now etched in his brain, the absolute adoration that laced your voice now sheathed any shameful thoughts. pulling him into you, sephiroth finally moved his hands away from his lap and wrapped them around your waist as he let himself bury his face into the comfortable place of your stomach. he felt you, he realized. he felt all of you— and he understood now that this was real. fingers reaching for the fabric of your clothes or the arch of your spine made him acknowledge you more than he ever has before. and you could’ve sworn you felt a slight dampness on your shirt.

your kindness was almost too much for him— it was too overwhelming considering he grew up most of his life being tested on and seen for any changes in growth. sephiroth was divine to you, and as you cradled his face within your palm, you realized that you didn’t mind worshipping him as not just a divinity, but as a human.

[princessbrunette]

omg I love kitty!reader sm!!! she’s a lil weirdo just like me!! she’s probably v into witchy stuff and learning about the occult and magic! and jj is always letting her talk his ear off about whatever you’re hyper fixating on at the moment. I can totally see her randomly asking him super seriously if he’d ever taste her blood because she read in some spell book that it would bind them together forever and he’s just looking at her like “Do we wanna go to a graveyard to really seal the deal orrrr” because let’s be honest, that fact that you’re into strange stuff like him turns him on sooooo much it’s kinda funny

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thinking about kitty!reader talking jj into making blood vial necklaces for eachother <3

it turns him on how devoted you are to him to wanna do something like that, so he agrees without much thought. only the next day you’re showing up at his place with a whole kit, little needles and syringes with empty vials tied to ribbons that you’d purchased all for this marvellous event. you’re giddy, and he’s increasingly nervous.

“and— and it’s even better ‘cos tonight’s a full moon.” you beam at him as you clean his arm, preparing to take some of his blood.

“okay so… am i like, gonna turn into a werewolf or somethin’?” he teases making you giggle.

you take his blood, pulling it into the syringe and he’s a total baby about it, yelping and wincing, rambling in order to keep himself cool. “y’know i watched this movie once about this crazy scientist who steals this guys blood and he like — he makes evil clones of him. i lowkey feel like you could do somethin’ like that, y’know. like — an army of evil boyfriends— i dunno—”

“jayj stop moving!”

“my bad.”

it comes the time to take your blood and he pretends he’s not feeling a little squeamish at this point, letting you lay against him as he slowly pulls the syringe up, filling it with dark red blood. you were never good at this kind of thing, getting weak and lightheaded, eyes fluttering as you drop more weight onto him. he blinks, craning his head to look at you.

“uh, hello— yoohoo— kittycat… this was your idea, rise and shine.” you smile weakly at the slight panic in his voice.

“m’just resting. feel a little weak.”

“okay, that’s normal right? yeah that’s — that’s like regular. this is a super normal thing to do.”

when he’s done he makes kissy noises, the same you would to a kitten to attract its attention and you open your eyes, sitting up and stretching your back a little. “mm, thanks jayj.”

“uh, yeah.”

you chat as he watches you pour the blood into the vials, so casually that he can’t help but feel in awe of you.

“now you have a piece of me forever.” you grin, canines glistening in the dim lamp light.

“y’know some couples just get matching tattoos but uh— this works too.”

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[watchandread02]

For the "Holidays with the Winchesters: A very Destiel Advent Calendar" by @archervale and @wormstacheangel

Day Twelve: Presents

Ao3

Dean places the last present under the tree. Stepping back he surveys the arrangement of gifts. He looks over at Sam, who is also regarding all the presents placed under the tree.

“Looks good to me. What do you think?” Dean asks his brother.

“Yeah, I think we’re ready. You wanna do the honors?” Sam asks back.

Dean nods and moves over to the Christmas tree. It’s decked out in a colorful arrangement of all kinds of ornaments and Christmas lights. They had spent the last few weeks leading up to Christmas making self made ornaments with Jack, which are strewn in between the store bought ones. After the kid had made his body and mind represent his actual age, they had all decided to make this Christmas as fun as possible for Jack.

There is a small bell placed in the middle of the tree, which Dean takes into his hand and rings. Both brothers move a bit away from the tree. When they hear the patter of little feet they move over to the doorway, just as Jack clears it, and act as if they had just entered the room themselves.

Jack’s eyes shine in the dim light, the string of lights are giving off. They get even rounder and his mouth falls open as he looks at all the presents placed under the tree, which seem to have just magically appeared there. Jack immediately rushes up to them excitedly and Cas follows him into the living room.

Sam, Dean and Cas watch as Jack takes in all the presents. They sit down on the couch and Jack runs to get the first present from under the tree. He looks at the tag and hands it to Sam, who unwraps it eagerly. Inside is a book on ancient myths that Cas had gotten for him. Sam thanks Cas and the evening moves on like that, Jack going to get the presents and handing it to the person that it belongs to. Jack is, by far, the one with the most presents. It looks like they might have gone a bit overboard, but the kid looks so happy that Dean can’t find it in himself to feel bad about it in any way. They’ll probably have to think about a budget for next year though.

They spent another hour after all the presents have been given out and opened, putting together some of the lego sets that Jack had gotten. That is until Jack’s eyes start to slip closed every few seconds. Sam picks him up and the kid pretty much directly conks out against Sam’s shoulder. Sam goes to put him to bed, which leaves Cas and Dean together in the living room.

“I wanted to give this to you, personally.” Cas says as he pulls something out of his pocket.

“You didn’t have to get me anything else. The care kit you gave me for Baby is more than enough, man.” Dean replys.

Cas gives him a soft look. “Well this is a more personal, handmade gift.”

Castiel holds out a soft looking pouch to him and Dean takes it from Cas’ hand. Under Cas’ watchful eye, he opens up the strings holding the bag closed. From the opening emits a sliver of light. Dean lets the contents fall into his open hand. A necklace with a blue crystal pendant is revealed. In the dim ight the tree is giving off, the crystal radiates a soft blue light. The crystal feels slightly warm, where it is lying in his palm.

Dean looks up at Cas questioningly, “what is this?”

“It’s the last of my grace, condensed into a small crystalized piece. I want you to have it.” Cas explains.

“Cas I can’t accept this. If this is the last of your grace, don't you want to keep it for yourself?” Dean tries to give the necklace back to Cas, but Cas just closes Dean’s hand around the crystal, squeezing lightly.

Cas smiles softly at Dean and tells him, “to quote a dear friend of mine ‘it’s a gift, you keep those’.”

Dean can feel the love he has for Cad welling up inside him, his heart starts to beat faster in his chest. There are tears welling up in his eyes as he stares down at the small crystal pendant. Dean looks up to see a worried frown on Cas’ face, but before Cas can voice any concern, Dean pulls him into a tight hug. Dean buries his face into Cas’ neck and he can feel Cas’ arms close around his back. They just stand there for a few minutes, holding each other close. Once Dean feels he has his emotions under control, he pulls back slightly, but doesn’t step out of the circle of Cas’ arms.

“Would you mind putting it on for me?” Dean asks softly.

“Of course, Dean.” Cas takes the necklace out of Dean’s hand and gestures for him to turn around. Dean turns around, but still stays close to Cas. The feeling of Cas’ deft fingers working against his neck, sends a shiver down Dean’s back. Once the clip is secured Cas rests his hands on Dean’s shoulders. They just stand there for a moment and Dean can feel the crystal’s warmth against his chest.

Dean turns around to face Cas again and Cas’ hands slip down to gently hold Dean’s waist. Dean’s own hands rest around Cas’ neck and he feels Cas’ hair brush against his fingers, as he interlocks them behind Cas’ head.

“Thank you, Cas. I love it, a lot.” Dean whispers softly.

“I’m glad you like it. It makes me very happy to know that this piece of me will always stay with you.” Cas says as he places a hand to cover the pendant hanging from Dean’s neck.

Dean takes in a sharp breath at the contact. He looks into Cas’ eyes and the love in them has him feeling bold.

He moves one of his hands to gently cup Cas’ cheek. Cas leans into the touch and his eyes slip closed.

“Hey, Cas?” Cas’ eyes open again, fully focusing those damn blue eyes onto Dean.

“I love you.” Dean breathes into the small gap between them.

Cas’ face breaks out into a brilliant grin. “I love you too.”

“Yeah, I know. You already told me and then promptly died on me.” Dean gives Cas a repreminfing look at that. “I’m sorry it took me so long to say it back. Everytime I tried, the words got stuck in my throat. I always had this fear that the Empty would come back to take you away again. But now that you are completely human, the Empty doesn’t have a claim on you anymore.” Dean admits as he rests his forehead against Cas’.

“I understand. I never thought I would come back and that was really the only reason I admitted my love for you. But I am happy it has brought us together, finally” Cas says.

They stand close together, foreheads touching just soaking in the moment. Dean doesn’t know who moves first, maybe it was a gradual process, with both of them moving slowly closer. But soon their lips are pressing against each other, in a slow, gentle kiss.

[bimbo-baggins17]

omg neko!anakin !!! It's my fave thought. Just his giant frame with kitty ears and a tail, ugh I love it. Like imagine how pretty he'd look in bed? FUUUUCK. And because of his feline instincts he goes absolutely feral for you, especially if reader is also a neko 🤭 he'd have your heat cycle memorized down to the very hour it begins and ends. He just can't help but imagine giving you a litter of his kits ❤️ it's his biggest dream. He'd be so feral about it too, maybe even tugging at your tail from behind and it hurts :( he's a little mean when you're in heat but can't help it! Though one of his favorite positions is the mating press, being able to delve deep into your pussy and get as close as possible, wrapping his tail around your thigh, maybe you'd wrap yours around his waist! Needless to say, I love neko!anakin ❤️

- 🍌👀 (iykyk 💀)

This is my first time writing anything for neko character so bare with me if it’s not the best 🧍🏻‍♀️

18+ SMUT!!! Neko!Anakin and Neko!reader. Use of afab language and Anakin calls himself Daddy. Don’t like, don’t read!!!

“Oh baby,” Your lover purrs as he steps into the room, making a show of sniffing the air causing his tail to twitch behind him, “I can smell that you’re ready for me.”

It happened like clockwork each heat cycle. It seemed he tracked it better than you because within moments of it starting he was ready to pounce. He’d waited long enough to have you. The thought of your stomach swollen with his litter of kits was too enticing to not act on.

You look up from the book you had been reading, marking the page before shutting it. “Am I?” You question teasingly.

He stalks closer to you, towering over your form. “Mhm. Now you know what that means, hm?”

He yanks you up harshly from your spot and bends you over the side of the bed, his primal instincts guiding his actions. One large booted foot moves between your feet and spreads your legs apart. He wastes no time in pulling your pants and panties down. “Be a good kitten for Daddy, yeah?”

As he guides his throbbing shaft into your needy pussy, he tugs harshly on your tail.

You whine at the sharp sting, “A-Ani-“

“Shh shh, ‘t’s okay..” He didn’t mean to hurt you but he couldn’t help how into it he got, the way your pussy was squeezing his shaft was guiding his instincts. His cock batters your insides as he doesn’t hold back, not being able to do so.

He could see the way you grip the sheets on the bed so tightly, being forced up onto your tiptoes. The sounds of pleasure that fell from your lips wasn’t enough for him, he needed to see you, needed to your face as he pumped you full of his potent seed.

Suddenly he pulls out and your eyes open, incoherent protests falling from your lips at the feeling of no longer being full.

“I got you. Don’t worry,” He coos, “Need to see that pretty face. Lay down for me.” His tail flicks impatiently behind him as he waits for you to come to your senses enough to listen.

You oblige his request and crawl to the center of the bed. Your ears are pinned in his direction as he makes his way between your parted legs.

He runs his cock through your folds teasingly before he’s easing back into you. “Atta girl. Taking me so well,” he praises as he sets a brutal pace. “Gonna fill you up. Make you carry my litter.” He grits out.

You let out a louder moan at his words and he grins down at you, “You’d like that yeah? Carrying my kits.”

His large hands find the back of your legs, forcing them up over your head and leaning down until his chest is pressed right against you, keeping you locked in a mating press. He’d make sure you were pumped full of his seed before he was done with you.

His soft tail moves and wraps itself around the meat of your thigh, wanting as much contact with you as possible while your’s snakes around his slender waist.

“Tell me you wanna carry my litter.” He grunts into your ear, feeling his release right there. “Please.”

“I-I wanna..wanna carry your litter Ani,” you mewl, “Fill me up. Please.”

He groans at the whiny, neediness of your voice, “i will baby, i will.”

With another harsh thrust, he keeps himself fully sheathed in you as he dumps his hot load deep into your fertile pussy with a yowl before sinking his sharpened teeth into the side of your neck.

As he comes down from his high, he starts to slowly rock his hips again. You whimper at the overstimulation, “Wait..wait I can’t.”

He shakes his head, “Yes you can. Especially if you wanna have my kits.”

[bellysoupset]

sooooo what’s next for bella? 👀☺️

It's been fun seeing the meltdowns in my inbox, but enough is enough.

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"Hey" Lucas walked inside home, muffling a yawn against his fist and circling Bella, kissing the top of her head. She only leaned back slightly, so his kiss could be pressed to her forehead and Luke opened a tired smile, pulling back, "how was your day?"

"Tiring as hell, yours?"

"Same," he yawned again, walking towards the bathroom. Their tiny house was small enough that they could hold a conversation despite not being in the same room. Even sitting in the living room, Bell could definitely hear him as he stripped out the sweaty uniform and entered the bathroom, starting the shower, "have you had dinner yet?"

"No," he heard her yawn and then her voice got louder as Bella entered the bathroom too, leaning against the doorway, "I was waiting for you."

"Have you showered?" he got under the hot water, letting out a sigh of relief and Bella nodded, sitting on the closed toilet and watching him, seeming to be completely lost in thought.

While his wife wasn't as talkative as he was, Bella was not a quiet person. Luke frowned as he washed his hair, noticing how she didn't even say anything as he used her fancy hair mask.

"Everything alright?"

She was hugging her knees, chin resting on top of them and Bella nodded, blinking heavily, "just sleepy."

He shrugged it off, finishing washing up and wrapping a towel around his hip, walking to the sink and opening up the mirror cabinet, grabbing his shaving kit. Bella got up, draping herself over him and Luke smiled as he felt a kiss be pressed to the middle of his back, her cheek resting against the still humid skin.

He expected her to pull back, but Bella stayed pressed against him the entire time he carefully shaved. He finishing applying the after shave and turned around, wrapping his arms around her, "what's wrong, Bella?"

"Nothing," she cuddled even closer, nose brushing against his collarbone, "I love the smell of your after shave."

"I know," Lucas grinned, kissing her temple. He had to know, after the amount of times he had gotten jumped by her after shaving. They stumbled back to the bedroom, since Bell refused to let go of him and he struggled to slide on his boxers, almost crushing her as they fell in the bed.

Bella let out a happy sigh, sinking against the pillows and wrapping arms and legs around him, causing Luke to chuckle, "aren't we having dinner?"

"I'm not hungry," she mumbled, her voice muffled by his neck, "I just wanna cuddle."

He frowned again, but didn't pull back, tracing invisible forms on her back, "okay baby, we can cuddle," Lucas whispered, hoping she'd pipe up about whatever was clearly bothering her.

She didn't say anything, though, instead just slumping against him and letting out a relieved breath. In less than ten minutes, Bella was out like a lamp.

Lucas pulled back slowly, unhooking himself from her hold and pulling the blankets around her. He finished getting dressed and then tip toed into the kitchen to have a quiet dinner.

Bella wasn't a heavy sleeper, but she also wasn't a super light sleeper, and she didn't wake up with the noise of him eating and then brushing his teeth, quietly turning off the lights and joining her in bed with a book forty minutes later.

She rolled closer the moment he got under the covers though, letting out a sigh as her cheek pressed to his pec.

He was rereading The Name of The Rose, sucked in by the mystery, when Bella let out a little groan and rolled away from him. Lucas paused, glancing away from the book and closing it, keeping the page marked with one hand, while with the other he brushed the red curls away from her face and lightly touched Bell's cheeks.

It wasn't a surprise when he felt a fever. He sighed, shutting the book for good and scooting closer to assess the situation. Bella was still deeply asleep, brows furrowed with a bad dream.

Luke pressed a kiss to her shoulder, shaking her awake, "babe... Bella, wake up..."

It took her a second, but then she opened her eyes, confused "Luke...? Everything alright?"

"You tell me, baby, you have a fever," he whispered, going through their bedside drawer and grabbing some tylenol, "did you know?"

Bella shook her head, blinking heavily, "I don't want meds, I just need to sleep it off..."

"After the meds," Lucas said strongly, handing her the bitter pill and his water bottle, "c'mon..."

She grimaced, but obeyed and then fell back against the pillows, rubbing her eyes with the heels of her hands. He eyed her worriedly, frowning as her shoulders suddenly hitched.

"Bell?"

He thought it was a queasy hiccup at first, but quickly Luke realized she was crying. His heart sank, "Bella, hey... Baby, why are you crying? Hey..." he moved closer on the bed, cupping her face.

She let out another sob, curling up on her side, towards him and Lucas scooped her up, planting a kiss on the side of her head as Bella draped herself over him.

"Talk to me, baby, I can't help if I don't know what's wrong..."

He felt her shake her head, pressing herself even closer and Luke let out an unhappy noise, "what don't you wanna tell me?" he whispered, kissing her humid cheek, "what's wrong?"

"Ss-stop," Bell whimpered, her nose pressing to his neck and tears streaming down still, creating a wet spot in the neckline of his shirt. Luke frowned, but shut up, continuing to rock her, a hand open in the middle of her back, feeling the shudders wrecking her.

There were very few things that genuinely scared Lucas, but his wife crying was easily in the top three. It took a handful of minutes for her sobs to quiet down, a couple more for the sniffles to stop and Luke pulled back slightly, trying to get a look at her face.

"You don't have to tell me," he said calmly, despite feeling anything but, "just answer me if you're in pain? Is this your head...?" It had been a hot minute since Bella's head injury from October last year acted up, but he couldn't discard the possibility.

"No," her arms snaked around his neck and Bell squeezed him closer, "nothing hurts."

"Alright," He wanted to rattle her, but instead Luke slid down on the bed, so they were both lying down instead of sitting up. She moved slightly so her face was pressed to his chest and he pressed his chin to the of her head, planting a kiss there.

His mind was reeling, trying to figure what this could possibly be. She had clearly been upset when he arrived already, but not at him. So the problem wasn't something as mundane as him forgetting their wedding or dating anniversary, not that they had ever celebrated those.

"Lu," she mumbled, after a long while had passed and Lucas was half convinced Bella had fallen back asleep. She moved in his arms in order to look at him and Luke pushed a frizzy curl away from her eyes.

"Yes?"

"Do you love me?" her bottom lip trembled and he frowned deeply. In what world this was ever something to be questioned?

He was about ready to bite her head off, when Bell's blue eyes welled up with tears again and caused him to reevaluate his choice of words, "I'm afraid it's terminal," he quoted, and she let out a watery chuckle, causing the near tears to fall. Luke wiped them away, "Isa?"

"I got my period, that's all," Bella sighed, turning her face in order to avoid his eyes.

Lucas was more confused than ever, "you're not gonna convince me all these tears are just because you're sensitive today, baby-"

"No," she pouted, biting at her bottom lip, "that's what happened, I got my period."

He pushed her off of him gently, sitting up as his thoughts started to connect, "you didn't want to get it....?"

"No, I did," Bella frowned, seeming lost herself, "I thought I did, I don't know, it was late and I'm never regular so I didn't think anything of it, but then it was very late- Like two months too late... And I don't know, I just- I- I thought maybe-"

He felt dizzy, this was a conversation they should've had ages ago. A conversation even his friends had asked them and they had brushed it off as not important and here they were, finally having arrived at it.

"Luke, say something," Bella pulled back, starting to chew on the corner of her thumb in a nervous way, "I'm not pregnant, you can't blue screen on me-"

"I'm not," he said quickly, "I didn't know you wanted to-"

"Not now," she shook her head vehemently, "I want kids, but not now."

"Okay, we're on the same page here..." He frowned at her face, "but...?"

"But my period wasn't coming, so I guess- I guess I just thought it might be real and I was happy?... I even bought a test, I was gonna do it today, but uhm..." she sighed heavily, "I told you it was stupid."

"It's not stupid," he glared at her, "you liked the idea, that's fine. That's..." he took a deep breath, not sure he agreed with his own words, "normal."

"Is it?" Bell frowned at him, "because I just feel weird. Relieved, happy... But sad...?"

He couldn't relate to that, not really. All Luke felt was mind numbing relief at the words not-pregnant, but he tried to empathize, "I'm sure it's normal, Bell," he lied back down, staring at the ceiling and Bella slid down, pressing her overheated forehead to his stomach.

Lucas started petting her hair, letting out a relieved sigh. Against him, Bella let out a huff, "we'd be disasters as parents right now."

He knew exactly what she was doing, it was an act he had see Bella do one too many times. Shrug it off, i-didn't-even-want-it-in-the-first-place.

"I think we'd be alright," Luke argued weakly, "I'd probably need to go back to therapy, though."

She let out a small chuckle, which sounded more like a sob, pressing her mouth to his belly, "...When you say later, do you mean it?" Bella whispered, without looking at him.

Luke frowned, "Bell?"

"I mean it," she moved slightly, so she could look at him, "not now, but later and I'm being serious. Are you?"

"Y-yeah," he moved up to look at her, "I think so..."

"You think so?"

He thought of it, ignoring Bella's half heartbroken look. Luke was terrified of the idea of kids, he knew this well. He liked them alright and he was in love with the idea of Bella with their children, but him? As a father?

"I- I love the idea of us having kids, I'm just not sure I wanna be a dad..."

Bella let out a scoff, "well, I can't exactly ask someone else, can I? Vince's taken," it was a joke and Luke knew it, but the words brought up such a vicious flash of jealousy, he recoiled away with a wounded noise. Bella's eyes widened, "baby, Luke, it's a joke! It's a joke-"

"I know," he groaned, rubbing his face, "a poor one, though."

"Sorry," she bit down her lip, "you know you're not Kit, right? Just the same I'm not my mom? We're- We're building something here, Luke, breaking the cycle and all that crap."

He smiled at her, "I know. I think I'd be scared shitless, Bell," he admitted, then took a deep breath, "but there's no one I'd rather be terrified with."

She opened a smile as well, leaning in to kiss him, "me neither, Luke."

[eviesqueezie]

If you’re still taking writing requests, I’d love to see some Ponyboy and Johnny platonic hurt/comfort! I just love them sm

pony clears his throat, pushing the door to the cade household open slowly- fingers aching with caution.

“johnny? you here?” he took a small step, just so he was inside. he looked around at the piled high stack of dirty plates by the sink, the couch loaded with beer bottles and the walls splattered with what could be blood. pony prayed that it wasn’t.

johnny was sat against the door of his bedroom, black eye and a cut running down one arm. the rest of him was disheveled, hair messy and un greased with specs of wallpaper dotting the black canvas.

“i’m fine, pony. what are you doing here?” johnny pulls himself up, muttering a curse under his breath as his ankle twists beneath him- making him grip onto the wall to steady himself.

“you- you called me.” he paused, taking big strides towards him and wrapping an arm around his waist. “are they out?”

johnny nods as ponyboy guides him over to the couch, pushing all the trash off with his free hand before sitting johnny down.

“cmon, let’s just go to yours. i ain’t wanna be here no more.”

johnny looks upset, frantic, as he pulls himself back up.

“john- you can’t even walk.”

he shrugs, taking a few experimental steps forward that wobble only slightly.

“i’m used to it, please pony.”

his face is red with embarrassment as he looks around the room.

pony gets the message and wraps an arm around his waist again, making it onto the porch and slamming the door behind him.

it doesn’t take them too long to reach the curtis house, which is just as empty as the cade’s. just much, much cleaner.

he sits johnny down onto the couch, rushing to the bathroom to grab the med kit.

“what happened?” he asks as he cleans the wound on his arm with the alcohol wipe. johnny just sighs, leaning back and wincing when the couch rubs against him.

“they were fightin’. i just was there.”

pony wraps a bandage around his arm and grits his teeth, running his tongue over his incisor over and over again.

“yer stayin’ here tonight, please john”

johnny nods in response, smiling slightly as he punches pony’s shoulder lightly.

“you got it, pone.”

[yourfavblondy]

RECKLESS

warning: mentions of injury

synopsis: a fight just like any other leads to confessions in the dark

It was just another normal night. You were lying in bed peacefully scrolling on your phone. Oh how naive you were. With the infamous Rindou Haitani as your best friend no night would ever be normal. A knock on your window interrupted your scrolling. You shuffled closer to let the intruder in.

To your horror inside stumbled a beaten up Rindou. He could barely walk and needed your help so he wouldn't fall to the ground. "Rindou..." you whispered helping him lay down on your comfy bed. "Stay there." you ordered before going to the bathroom to get your first aid kit. "Not like I can go anywhere." he chuckled, but his laughter quickly died down and was followed by a painful groan. Not even a minute later you came back into the room standing next to him. "Um can I unbutton your shirt?" you asked awkwardly. You just hoped that the shadow cast over your face provided you with enough protection so that he wouldn't see your red face. Sure Rin had been to your apartment plenty of times to get patched up after fights but it was never this bad and you never ended up in a situation where he needed to unbutton his shirt. Usually he would let himself in and ask you to help him with small bruises, cuts, scrapes maybe even a busted lip or a black eye but never something as serious as this. He nodded slowly and you unbuttoned his shirt. The atmosphere was heavy. Quiet and solemn. Nobody dared to utter even a word. The only sounds present in the room were the sounds of you rhythmic breathing. As you undid the last button Rindou let out a breath he didn't even know he was holding. Your eyes widened in shock in hurt to see your best friend like this. Bruises of various colour and size littered his torso. You tried looking in his eyes but he just turned his head the other way, ashamed. "You should see how the other guys look..." he tried lightening up the mood but nothing helped. You didn't answer instead you just applied bandages where needed and disinfected the open wounds.

After you were done you put the first aid kit back in its place before kneeling on the floor next to he bed. Your head rested on the bed next to his arms while you absentmindedly traced shapes and patterns on his open palm. "Rin you need to be more careful. You're too reckless. I don't want to loose you, you mean too much to me. Please Rindou promise me you'll be more careful." you mumbled breaking the silence. "I promise. I don't wanna loose you either. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. You mean the world to me and I'd do anything to keep you by my side. I promise I'll be more careful." he muttered. "I love you Rin." the words rolled off of your tongue so smoothly. You don't know where the confidence burst came from or what even made you utter the three words you've been keeping to yourself for the past nine months. They tore from your throat so easily it scared you. Your feelings were now out in the open and as much as it exited you it also teriffied you. What if that one phrase that should have never been spoken just ruined your entire friendship. Rindou didn't speak. Instead he sat up in bed and patted the spot infront of him motioning for you to sit down. You obliged sitting down with your legs crossed. The dim light perfectly illuminated his lilac eyes. Oh those eyes that made you swoon over him each time you saw them. Those eyes that kept you awake at night taunting your dreams. Those eyes that you wished you could look at every morning and every night for the rest of your life. Rindou gently grabbed your chin inching closer to you. His gaze flickered between your lips and your eyes before he finally closed the gap between you two trapping your lips in a tender and sweet kiss. It was intoxicating. That one touch alone sent electricity running through your body a million thoughts running through your head and a million emotions crashing down on you like a tidal wave. You were drunk off of just that one kiss, it was sweeter and more intoxicating that any alcohol you ahd ever tried. You couldn't get enough of it. So there you were kissing, giggling, smiling and laughing with your best friend. Well after this night he was probably something more than your best friend.

[adhd-coyote]

More Petrichor content!! Cross-posted on ao3

(Note- Petrichor's pronouns are he/they)

It began to rain.

As Petrichor stopped to look up, droplets splashed onto their visor and blurred their vision. He didn’t bother wiping it off, too transfixed by the way the hues of grey that made up the sky blurred and swirled together.

“Trooper.”

He snapped to attention, suppressing a wince at Sergeant Flick’s tone. They didn’t need to see under his bucket to know the expression he was wearing- one eyebrow raised, mouth set in an unimpressed scowl.

“Is there a problem, trooper?”

Petrichor quickly shook his head. “No, sir.”

“Then why the hell did you stop?”

“It’s, uh, it’s raining. Sir.”

Someone muffled a snicker. Petrichor tried not to curl in on himself.

“And? You’ve seen plenty of rain. Or did the longnecks raise you on Tatooine?”

“N-No, sir.”

Cooper giggled. Flick’s bucket snapped to him. “Something funny, trooper?”

Cooper shut up and straightened. “Uh, no, sir.”

The way Flick’s helmet tilted indicated he was rolling his eyes. The whole squad winced. “Then let’s get a kriffin’ move on. We’re losing daylight and I wanna be back before latemeal.”

-

They were back, latemeal had been eaten, and now it was sleep cycle for his squad. Petrichor didn’t want to sleep.

“Vod,” Buttons called, nudging his shoulder. “C’mon, rack time. The heck are you waiting out here for?”

“For the rain to stop,” Petrichor replied absently. He pushed soaking blond bangs out of his eyes, gaze fixed on the sky. Buttons nudged him again.

“It’ll be gone by morning. Come on, before the Sergeant himself comes to drag you out here.”

With a sigh, Petrichor nodded and followed him into the tent. If it stopped raining while they were asleep, they hoped the smell would stick around until they woke up.

-

Petrichor was awoken by the sound of movement. Sergeant Flick was getting up. Looked like they were back on shift, then.

With a yawn, Petrichor sat up, stretched, and shook their hair out. Their bangs fell into their eyes again. As he brushed them away and his mind began to process the signals his senses were sending, they realized something. He couldn’t hear the rain anymore. It had stopped.

The last dredges of sleep fell away as Petrichor shoved his boots on and half-scrambled out of the tent, ignoring his squadmates’ confused calls after him. As the cool air hit his face, he closed his eyes and breathed.

“Oh.”

Damp, earthy, sweet. Petrichor.

“Oh.”

Tears sprung to his eyes and he quickly rubbed them away, taking another deep breath. It was… perfect. Better than they’d ever imagined. He wanted to bottle up this scent and take it with him everywhere.

“Hey, you alright?”

Their eyes fluttered open and landed on Buttons. He was frowning- concerned?

Petrichor smiled, his whole body sparking with giddiness. “It’s petrichor.”

Buttons’ frown deepened. “Yeah, vod, I know your name. You okay?”

They shook their head. “No, I mean- the smell. What the rain leaves behind. That’s what it’s called. Petrichor. Doesn’t it smell perfect?”

Confusion clearing, Buttons took a deep breath through his nose. As he exhaled, he smiled. “Yeah, smells really good.” He tilted his head. “You named yourself after it without even knowing how it smelled?”

Petrichor blushed and looked away. “Yeah. I just- I knew I’d love it. After the rain.”

“Well, glad you finally got to smell it, then.” Buttons nudged him and gestured inside. “C’mon, time to kit up. Don’t want Flick after ya.”

Petrichor winced. Yeah, it wouldn’t be good if the Sergeant came to drag him back in. “Yeah. Just- gimme a sec?”

Buttons huffed, but nodded. “Yeah, alright. Just don’t take too long.”

They nodded quickly. Buttons slipped back inside the tent.

Petrichor took one more deep breath, memorizing every small detail. He wasn’t sure how long it would last or if he’d be able to smell this through his helmet’s filters, so he wanted to savor it as long as possible.

Petrichor. The smell after rain. Damp, earthy, sweet. Perfect.

[scrollonso]

i have come to the realization that waiting room by pheobe bridgers is the most first kiss strollonso song ever.

let me explain.

If you were a teacher, I would fail your class. Take it over and over 'til you noticed me

I feel like the hint at a teacher-student thing shouldn't be taken as a taboo in this context because (not only is the age gap smaller but) lance truly does what he does for the attention and praise he gets from nando in return, he continues to fail because every time he does he is noticed by the "teacher"

If you were a waiting room, I would never see a doctor. I would sit there with my first-aid kit and bleed

This mainly makes me think of lance crying in nandos arms after he dnf, holding on tight to him as he "bled" but not necessarily "seeing a doctor" (talking about it) because the best thing for him was the "waiting room" (fernando)

I wanna be the power ballad that lifts you up and holds you down

He wants to be fernandos everything, his motivation, his friend, his lover, his supporter, HIS SUN.

I wanna be the broken love song that feeds your misery

He wants to be something fernando continues to come back to no matter what, like a broken love song fernando adores and even though it can hurt he cant stay away because it is his favourite

And I can wish all that I want, but it won't bring us together

As of right now in the au lance isnt even aware of his own feelings let alone the fact fernando feels the same, no matter how much he tries that longing and craving he has for more doesnt disappear because he isnt aware just how much more he needs

Plus, I know whatever happens to me, I know it's for the better

As lance continues in his rookie season he becomes used to losing, used to retiring early, used to fucking up, while fernando continues to win, but he cant bring himself to care when he goes and sees fernando on the podium

And when broken bodies are washed ashore who am I to ask for more, more, more?

When both of them have been hurt, been through things, struggled, had their own negative thoughts about the feelings they'll soon come to terms with, who is lance to beg fernando to be more than just friends and coworkers?

But you're breathing in my open mouth, you're the gun in my lips that will blow my brains out

Fernando literally takes lances first kiss. He's the first pair of lips lance has ever had on his own, the first person to hold him this way, touch him, love him, soothe him, praise him, his first everything, if this doesnt work out its going to kill him.

I wanna make you drive all night just because I said, "Maybe you should come over"

In the au lance lives in geneva switzerland like in real life and fernando was visiting mark in queanbeyan australia WHICH IS A 36 HOUR FLIGHT AWAY THAT LANCE TOOK WITH NO HESITATION JUST TO SEE FERNANDO A WEEK EARLIER THAN HE WAS SUPPOSED TO.

Wanna make you fall in love as hard as my poor parents' teenage daughter

He knows fernando is older and has most likely loved someone before but he cant help but want nando to love him as hard and passionately as he loves fernando (HIS POOR PARENTS' TEENAGE SON.)

She'll be the best you ever had if you let her

This could truly go both ways, with fernando being more expierenced and willing to do anything for lance with no hesitation and lance not knowing exactly how to love but willing to do anything to show fernando just how much he truly loves him.

I know it's for the better. Know it's for the better

With lances internalized homophobia in the au he believes that convincing himself he truly just looks up to fernando is for the better because admitting he's in love with another driver would be insane

[the-kr8tor]

KATYYYY IM IN HYSTERICS THE LAST EPISODE OF MURDER DRONES CAME OUTTT Daily Hobie HC! It's 1AM as I write this because I don't have a good sense of time Hobie leant against the headboard of the bed upon your request, his eyes barely open. He would've been fast asleep long ago if your touch and the pain of his injuries weren't keeping him up. As you applied disinfectant to a cut on his chest, Hobie let out a mumbled hiss, his fingers wrapping around your wrist, yet making no effort to move it away. At one point while you were patching him up, Hobie leant forwards, causing you a little more inconvenience as he comfortably nuzzled his face into the crook of your neck. You would've let him flop onto you if it weren't for the fact you needed to patch up his injuries, knowing he'll somehow get them infected. Hobie groaned as you had to shift him to lean back against the bed, one hand reaching towards you, making tired grabby hands. Reminding yourself not to give in, you intertwine his fingers with yours, pressing a sweet kiss to the tip of his nose, leaving him satisfied for now. You continued to do everything one-handed, with your other hand currently occupied by an insanely tired Hobie. As you began to work on the more deeper gashes, Hobie's grip tightened slightly in pain, indicating for you to lean over and start peppering kisses all over his skin as a distraction. Nine times out of ten, it always worked, especially when Hobie was on the cusp of knocking himself out and staying awake. Hobie eventually decided that he didn't want to just hold your hand, but hold you. He wrapped his arms lazily around your waist, making no effort to try pull you close. You began to work your way towards the small scratches, rummaging in the first aid kit to find any sort of band-aids. Luckily, you had found some. Pink with darker pink hearts, Hello Kitty band-aids. Looking over at Hobie, you tiredly giggle, knowing that it didn't match his personality, but he secretly loved them. He grumbled incoherently as you applied a few of the stickers to the scratches on his forearm he had obtained, obviously pretending he was put off by the Hello Kitty sticker. Not only were the Hello Kitty ones his favourite due to the way it was amusing for someone like him to wear, but also because it was one of those bandaids with build in disinfectant, which Hobie adored. He hated disinfectant with his life, but his brain was melted butter as he was half asleep, just wanting you to be in his arms so he can finally cuddle you after a long day. After a bit too long of a session of patching Hobie up, you close the first aid kit and tuck it under the bed, deciding it was a problem for future you to figure out. You finally join Hobie in bed, melting into his arms as he kept you close, his face buried into your hair. He mumbles about keeping up his reputation, and how his so-called reputation will die from him wearing Hello Kitty stickers. You quip back tiredly, not even sure what you said to him. Whatever you said though, seemed to work, as Hobie mumbled 'touche', before falling fast asleep. -🐦‍⬛

Idk what that is but im so excited for you!

Daily Hobie HC ‼️

Go to bed! (I say as I'm writing this at 2 am)

Awwww he's so clingy when he's tired!!!

I bet he's secretly holding you close bc he was that 🤏 close from kicking the bucket

Being Hobie's partner means you gotta have the same skills as a paramedic 🤣 I don't mind it tho bc I would patch him up like it's my job

Who needs painkillers when you have smooches

QWODKIQJXJOQKS HELLO KITTY BANDAIDS!!!! NOW I WANNA SEE HIM WITH ONE ALL OVER HIS FACE

Oh I also love those bandaids with disinfectant (I'm lazy)

[urmomsmattress]

24

A dissection of songs on my Marauders era playlist - Number 23 – Waiting Room by Phoebe Bridgers

Guys I don’t even know how to put this one into words its literally just Wolfstar. Like I cannot say more than that it’s literally just them but I'll try

If you were a teacher I would fail your class

Take it over and over ‘til you notice me

GOOD LORD this is literally Sirius I just know he was so utterly in love with Remus before he even knew what it was, and he just desperately wanted Remus to feel the same but didn’t think he was worthy or capable of love, on top of the fact that Remus was a boy, and having a crush on a boy is “unnatural” because we just know he was taught that growing up c’mon.

Now I don’t want to base these off of ATYD and I haven’t even read Sirius’ POV but literally just the

“Was it scary? Was I scary?”

“No. You were beautiful.”

SIRIUS WAS IN LOVE CMON i love them so much

-

If you were a waiting room, I would never see a doctor

I would sit there with my first aid kit and bleed

Oh my fucking god I cant do this - this is why I skip this song when it comes on I get SO emotional its ridiculous

Sirius would 100 fucking percent bleed out if it meant he could have stayed with Remus forever I’m gonna be so sick

-

I wanna be the power ballad that lifts you up and holds you down

I wanna be the broken love song that feeds your misery

And I can wish that all I want, but it won’t bring us together

Plus I know whatever happens to me, I know it’s for the better

*mainly in the context of post-prank*

I really think that no matter how many times Remus, or anyone for that matter, tells Sirius he deserves love, at the end of the day he won’t believe it. He really truly thinks that no matter what he wants, he won’t get Remus, he thinks he doesn’t deserve to have him. And at the end of the day I think Sirius would believe that it doesn’t matter what happens to himself, because maybe Remus would be better without him.

-

And when broken bodies are washed ashore

Who am I to ask for more, more, more?

But you’re breathing in my open mouth

You’re the gun in my lips that will blow my brains out

Guys seriously I can’t explain it more than it explains itself

-

Wanna make you fall in love as hard as my poor parents teenage daughter

BRO WANTS REMUS TO LOVE HIM SO BAD

-

She'll be the best you ever had if you let her

dare i say Sirius perchance thinking Tonks would be better for Remus than himself

-

I know it’s for the better

Know it’s for the better x35

BRO the repetition almost like he’s trying to convince himself this instead of somebody else oh I’m gonna be so sick

Crazy how Phoebe Bridgers writes every song with the Marauders in mind

[skittlespizza]

Random sniperspy drabble i wrote wouaah

Spy was… well. He was a solitary person at heart. Secretive, reticent, unforthcoming. All of those and more. If you've talked to Spy, at least the real Spy, you would also learn he was quite bad at talking.

When it came to being other people, he could regurgitate the things that his victims wanted to hear. He could seduce any man or woman he needed to. Spy could talk to people just fine if it were someone else talking out of his body. But when his normal-brain took over… it was a mess.

Spy, more or less, was a bit of a mess.

That was fine. No one knew who Spy even was, no one would see that mess. It was all under the guise of a refined gentleman, an egotistical womanizing Frenchman, a perfect man. Life goes on, and Spy never lets a soul get close. In fact, he was sitting alone in his smoking room today. As far away as he could get from his coworkers. As far away as he could get from speaking. From being himself.

He wasn't much of a person anyways. He was more like… a marionette doll. A puppet. A blank slate, a faceless doll to project anything onto- it came free with his job. He opened his disguise kit, lighting a cigarette. He needed one if he really wanted to go down this train of thought. Closing his eyes, Spy retreated into his mind. Into that maze of thoughts, a limbo of emotions.

All his disguises, a museum of names and faces flashed behind his eyes. From Jacques to Roman to Elle, men and women he's pretended to be, all false, were like paintings upon a wall in which he based who he was off of. Spy didn't even have a name, at least anymore. He was just a Spy. It was sad in a sense, despite all these people that would fall to his feet in an instant, none of them knew Spy. The museum of Spy was crowded and flooded by infinite faces and identities. Entire lives liven, only to be abandoned and never touched. He felt sick, trying to erase those identities from his mind. As if the world itself was spiting him with images of ex lovers and ex identities. families and -

Memories this time flashed behind his eyes. Instead of portrait paintings, they were scenes. Scenes of things he's done with people who swore up and down that they knew him. Dancing with an ex lover he was to assassinate a month later. Singing to a child he was temporarily the step-father of, only to walk out. Playing baseball with Scout of all people, only for him to leave a few weeks later. It was sickening, those memories that he worked so hard to hide and forget yet always tipped over the metaphorical cup of secrets he hid.

All these paintings, faces, memories, people who he loved, people who he killed, surrounded the identity known as Spy, and yet, no matter how hard he tried, he would never be kno-

His spiral of thoughts were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Hey Spook." Ah, the bushman. Silence fell between them for a second before Sniper spoke up. "Are you up for tonight?"

Ah, tonight. Spy completely forgot about their little agreement, one of physical matters. His mind was far too deep to be up for anything, pun intended. "No."

He heard a slight chuckle. "Aight. Ain't no problem. You doin' okay?"

It was Spy's turn to chuckle. "No."

"Do you wanna talk?"

"No."

"Are you sure?"

Spy snorted. "Just because we fuck doesn't mean that you're obligated to my feelings, bushman." That cold exterior responded, the voice he heard a stranger to Spy.

"I was just offerin', like a good person would." Sniper retorted, most likely offended as just yesterday they shared a meal together while talking about Sniper's life. That was too close. Too romantic. Spy needed to distance himself or he'd hurt Sniper.

A few more seconds of silence.

"Damn, spook. Goodnight then."

"Night, Sniper."

How deeply Spy wanted to connect, how he wanted to tell Sniper his life. His faces. His memories. Who he was, who he is. And yet, how unable he's to share anything about himself. He would not let the Sniper's portrait hang on the wall of failed ex lovers.

Looking at the mirror across the room, Spy wanted to vomit. That pale imitation of a person staring back made him want to hurl, yet all he did was smoke more.

[Epilogue:

"My apologies for snapping at you last night. I had a rough day."

"It's fine." Sniper lied. Spy could tell it was very much not fine.

"Let me make it up to you?"

"Okay."

"Okay.

They were fine. They'd be fine.]