#i'm just overwhelmed!!! everything hurts!!! i have so much to do and not anywhere near enough time or energy!!!!!!! sobs

[cedarspiced]

the fact that the second i'm more sleep deprived than normal my brain always decides that suicide sounds great is. Fucking Miserable. to say the least

[theweepingangelofcas]

Too Much - William Moriarty x Reader

Summary: You're overstimulated. It's all too much. But don't worry, William will be happy to help. Hey guys! I'm trying my best to get back into writing on here, so please forgive me if its a slow start.

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You felt like you were going to cry.

Everything was just too much. Your job, your peers, your life. It felt as though with each breath, your world was crashing down on you a little more.

You didn't want to tell your husband, William. His own life had been so chaotic recently, you knew he didn't need more added onto his plate. Just the other day, you could have sworn you saw tears falling from his eyes as you held him after a long day. He didn't need to worry about you too.

Of course, you couldn't hide it for long. He knew you too well. One tiny slip up, and all your emotions came bursting forth.

It felt so stupid.

You had hit your knee on the bedframe as you were changing into your nightgown. Normally, you would've just winced and continued on with your day. But this night, with everything else that had been weighing on you, all you could do was feel yourself shatter like a thin pane of glass.

It was like every thought you had was hateful, beating on the outside of your brain to be let in. Worthless. Useless. Stupid. Ugly. All of it was overwhelming you until you found yourself, sobbing a puddle as you laid on the floor. Your head was in your hands, your knees drawn closely to your chest. You felt like you were just a small, stupid child.

You don't know how loudly you were sobbing, or even if it was dead quiet, but William found you soon after anyways. It was as though he could feel your anguish through the walls.

Running in through the bedroom door, he fell to his knees next to you, frantic to see if you were alright. You felt him gently turn you onto your back, felt his gaze searching for potential wounds. When he saw none, he gently laid himself next to you.

"Y/n? My love? Are you alright?"

The words came out much too distressed, "No, William. My head hurts. I'm so dumb. Why are you with me? I shouldn't be here. I shouldn't be anywhere. I don't deserve any bit of this life. I'm so flawed and you don't seem to see it!"

Your lips just kept moving, spewing a torrent of everything that had been on your mind. Your coworker's laziness, the man who harassed you while you were buying groceries, the feeling of being not enough. You just couldn't stop it. It was like a dam in your mind was broken, and nothing could help it close again.

That was, until, you felt his hand gently guiding your head to look at him.

"Shh. I know. I know. But I promise you, dear, none of those things are true. You truly are a beautiful, lovely, amazing individual. You don't deserve to feel this way."

You watched as he stood up, turning to the bed and fluffing the pillow near the headrest. Then, he stooped down, scooping you into his warm arms.

Tears were still flowing freely by the time he tucked you into the covers, and he wiped them away with his finger.

"Y/n? I'm going to draw you a bath. I will be right back, I promise."

You reached out for his hand, still sniffling, but she shushed you gently, "Right back. Cross my heart."

You nodded, turning to bury your face in the plush pillow beneath your head.

True to his word, he was gone for less than 5 minutes. You could hear the water running in the adjacent bathroom, and lavender scented suds could be seen dancing above the tub.

"A bubble bath?"

He nodded, "It's much more fun that way, isn't it? I even added some of those magnesium salts you love so much."

He held out his hand, and you took it. Guiding you out of bed, he led you to the bathroom, "I'll leave while you get undressed. Please call for me once you're in the tub."

You nodded, watching as he left. The door shut, and you shed your nightgown quickly, not wanting time to see the body you were so ashamed of.

Sinking into the water did feel like heaven, though. It was perfectly warmed. Hot, but not too hot. Enough to relax your tense muscles. The bubbles rested close to your chin, and you could smell the lavender tonic he used to make them.

You hummed, and he peeked his head back in.

Even though you were thoroughly covered by bubbles, you still instinctively placed your hands over your chest to hide yourself, and he shut his eyes immediately.

"So sorry, my love. I swear I'll keep my eyes closed."

You blinked away the last few tears you had, "I'm the one that's sorry, Will. You were probably having such a nice evening before I ruined it."

You felt his hands go to your shoulders, gently massaging the knots away, "Nonsense. I'm having a lovely evening with you, right now."

Deep breath in, deep breath out, you allowed the scents in the air to calm your nerves. You felt a gently kiss to the back of your head, his hands not stopping their ministrations.

Perhaps, just maybe, you didn't hate yourself that much after all.

[its-all-papaya]

wait i have to add: "I'll write that injury landoscar for you down the road as an apology" NO IT WAS PERFECT THANK YOU !!! but i won't say no to injury landoscar so if you want to write it 👀 (i would be happy!) that's an ask i'd like for the I wish you would write a fic where... ask game tbh!

maybe like. one of them hears that the other crashed or sees it happen and finishes the race on autopilot, frantically asking if the other is okay over the radio and not getting a straight answer (like ferrari: we are checking) and after the race not giving a SHIT, running directly to where he's told by someone the other is although maybe having a podium finish? or media duties?, ignoring everyone on the way there and then seeing they're alright and just. taking the biggest breath ever known. and being overwhelmed? and then just. kissing him in front of the medics? idk. but! it could also be soft, finding the other after all the media duties and after the other was cleared for visitors and they're sitting there under shitty hospital lighting, one of them cracking jokes about being not life-threateningly injured and the other just shaking because he could've LOST him and it all suddenly shifts and makes sense in his head and there's never been a world in which losing the other wouldn't break him. and then it's the most important thing in the world to be able to taste the breath in the other person's lungs and feel his heartbeat quicken and have PROOF that he's alive and warm and not dead. is this too much? probably. but i'm DYING to hear your thoughts on how YOU would write it PLEASE!!

Okay, yeah, Landoscar injury fic lfg, let's do this. Here's how I'd do it:

The thing about me is I always have to have An Angle. I can't write straight-up fluffy comfort, I've gotta make the characters THINK first. So this is kind of not the exact same as your description, but I think I'd write it from the POV of injured Oscar. Hear me out, hang on.

tell me what you wish I'd write

So Oscar gets hurts in a crash and he's sent to the hospital, obviously. The whole way out of the car and on the way, he's like... not panicking, but not feeling well at all. Nothing makes rational sense in an ambulance, everything feels high-stakes and scary and serious and the shock is still setting in, so he can't process that well. Oscar obviously isn't very open about how he's feeling, usually, either, so being noticeably affected by things is just more stress on top as he fights to keep the cool, calm demeanor people expect out of him.

See, generally, Oscar tries not to need too much from anybody. But he's hurt and a little scared and lonely and the lingering shock combined with whatever's in his IV drip is making his emotions stronger and closer and not anywhere near as manageable as normal. Kim is there, but Oscar wants Lando telling him jokes and giving him soft eyes and holding his hand and telling him it's going to be okay, because Lando always knows how to handle new situations Oscar hasn't been in yet. And Oscar's trying so so hard to be normal about it all, but he's actually Not Okay.

I wasn't around for Vegas '23 (ironic because I was accidentally in Vegas hours after the GP, but I didn't follow F1 yet, so) but I've read a lot of post-vegas fic and it's all cute and needy Lando, which is a great genre. But I think I'd set that as Oscar's mental backdrop for this. Because they weren't even them yet in Vegas, weren't like they are now, and even still Lando asked for Oscar in the hospital and had no problem reeling him in by the hand and taking comfort from him when he needed it. And they're much closer now! Lando definitely cares a lot about him! Oscar knows that! So why is he so nervous to just ask for him?

Oscar would spend a decent amount of time trying to figure out how to ask Kim to get Lando there: thinking up excuses for why he needs Lando for something specific, reasons it makes sense, or why it might benefit everyone, but when he finally gets up the nerve to just ask, Kim is like "?? yes? Lol. Obviously Lando is coming. He's been asking about you nonstop, drove both Will and his press officer up a wall asking for updates every five seconds. He's texted me 400 times in the last 20 minutes. Lando is for sure coming, you actually don't really get a say in that one. Silly goose."

Oscar is usually so unbothered, but as soon as Lando shows up, he knows it's going to be a struggle not to lose it, because like... Lando's in the door looking adorable and concerned and Oscar NEEDS Lando so much closer. Immediately. He needs Lando holding his hand and petting his hair and whispering to him even though they don't even really do those things normally.

And Lando's worried, so he gets to Oscar's bedside and is restless. Hand on the covers, eyebrows pulled together, trying to straighten things and fluff pillows and asking about Oscar's pain levels and where he's hurt and eventually he just goes "Fuck, Oscar, can I just- I need to hug you. Please. Is that okay?"

Lando's so gentle with it, trying not to hurt his boy, but Oscar like... cannot hold it together. And so he starts breathing a little funny in his effort not to cry or do anything to show how everything is hitting at once, how he wants Lando, but Lando of course notices that something is wrong. Probably assumes he's hurting Oscar, so he pulls back, but that's the opposite of what Oscar wants. So suddenly, horrifyingly, he's tearing up, and that makes Lando panic more because he's probably never seen Oscar cry. Didn't think that was a thing Oscar did. And Oscar's shaking his head, and his heart rate monitor does not sound normal, and Lando's like "...shit. Fuck. Do you need me to call the nurse?" and Oscar is like "no, just come back. please, lando."

Lando goes, obviously, sits on the side of Oscar's bed and picks up Oscar's hand in both of his own and starts rubbing his wrist a little and saying "hey, it's okay, buddy, I've got you, I'm right here. Deep breaths, you're gonna be okay, I'm not going anywhere."

It should feel patronizing, being talked to like that, but instead it takes the anxiety back down a few notches, outside the range of imminent panic. Oscar feels like a little child again, needing to be held after scraping his knee, but he does. Need to be held, that is. So he's fighting this internal battle between needing comfort and wanting to be good and normal about the situation, and his control is softened by his pain meds so he can't school his expressions as well as normal, and soon Lando’s asking “What is it? You need more pain meds? Kim? What do you need, Osc?”

SNIPPET TIME CONGRATS !

Oscar can’t look at Lando when he says it, but he finally manages to mumble “can you come lay with me?” at the ceiling. Lando doesn't spare him a moment to second-guess before he's kicking off his shoes and climbing up, arranging Oscar's limbs a little so they’ll both fit. His arm’s around Oscar’s shoulders in a blink, and everything’s a little less overwhelming when Oscar can turn his chin just a little and smell Lando’s body wash, can twitch his fingers and touch the soft hem of Lando’s sweatshirt. Reality gets a little more tangible again, and Oscar thinks it's funny, how he feels a fraction more himself when he's pressed to Lando's side.

The beep of the heart-rate monitor fades back into ambient noise as it settles towards normal. Or normal for them, Oscar supposes. In the middle of his contemplating, Lando starts tracing the vein on the soft side of Oscar's arm, wrist to the crook of his elbow. Two fingers, one on either side, raising goosebumps across the exposed skin. The disconnect the crash had rattled into Oscar's brain shifts a little under Lando's attention, gets a little floatier and a little less disorienting. He's getting sleepier, and it's probably the last of the IV bag dripping steadily through the back of his hand, but it's nicer to believe it's Lando, chasing the drugs up towards his heart with those same two fingers. Oscar gives up one more piece, a little more control, as he snuggles a little deeper into Lando's side. He's allowed to, he thinks. Here. Like this. Lando must agree, because he hums happily at the movement and hugs Oscar even closer. Through the fog in his brain, Oscar thinks he feels lips at his temple.

"Thank you," he mumbles into the collar of Lando's t-shirt.

"Of course," Lando says, and "thank you. It's nice. To lay like this. Was worried about you."

And then, after a long moment of silence, "It's okay to need things, Osc. From anybody, but especially from me. There's not a lot I wouldn't do for you. Okay? You can always ask."

Oscar frowns, because "I don't need anything, it's not like that." His forehead wrinkles as he bats the exhaustion back. The excuse is sitting at the tip of his tongue, but he can't quite feel it out.

Lando gives him a second, then takes over again. It's a reversal, Lando finding Oscar's words for him, thumbing worries away like sweaty hair from his temple.

"It's also okay to want things, Oscar."

Oscuh.

Oscar, feeling a little braver or maybe just a little less afraid, palms his way across Lando's stomach, curls his hand around Lando's side, taps his fingers against the warm space below Lando's ribs.

"What do you want, baby?" Lando asks into the skin above his ear.

Oscar lifts his head a little, blinks through his lashes up at his teammate. He's hallucinating, or the concussion is worse than they thought, because there's no way that those words are coming out of Lando's mouth in that tone with nobody to hear them but Oscar himself. Lando's fingers drag a bit firmer against his wrist, the catch of nails sending little shivers through Oscar's limbs.

Oscar remembers Las Vegas, remembers how the same fingernails had left little white half-moons in the back of his hand, how they had taken hours to fade, and he gets it, finally.

Lando's fingers come to rest in the middle of Oscar's wrist, right over his pulse.

"Stay? Please?" Oscar says. The lips on his temple are firmer this time, impossible to explain away. "Until I can go," he adds. Lando's still pressing little kisses down the side of his face, so Oscar sums up the rest of his courage and finishes with, "And tonight." He doesn't say forever, but it's only a breath away.

And then Lando takes him home and takes care of him and it's soft and cute and Lando falls asleep listening to Oscar's heartbeat and kisses him awake in the morning and makes sure he takes his pills and he heals up and they become boyfriends the end <3

Thank you for the ask !! And for the compliments in general !! Hope this was nice for you even though it was STILL not desperate. I'm too Soft (TM).

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mouth watered upon the sight as the thumping in your cl*t matched the pace of your heart. It had been far too long since anyone was between your legs.

Much less a god himself.

"Apollo..." His name was a breathless hymn that fell from your lips and echoed out into the sacred room.

It took everything in you to not grasp his body and push him towards you, push him in you.

To feel the stretch of what you could jokingly remark as 'reaching your lungs' and steal the air from within your chest.

To have the head of his healthily swelling c*ck drill into so deep, he could kiss the entrance to your womb in a manner that well...that hurt so good.

Myriads of thoughts ran rapidly and drove every nerve inside you to lighten up with passion, contriving your skin to a sensitivity that made you feel everything twice as much.

What stopped you was this nagging sensation in the back of your head that began to ache and throb. The memory in Otto's watchtower replayed before you.

"-You are prohibited from engaging in s*xual intercourse."

That sentence made you seethe, a billowing rage growing from the restriction. Who the h*ll did it think it was to thrust you out of your timeline just to merely entertain it?

You've done a lot of evil and immoral things in your life, but this type of torture wasn't fair.

"Nobody said I was fair, Little Nymph."

Recoiling back, your head darted everywhere within the room, but there was no sign of the hawk. Its voice came within your head that compelled your whole stomach to sink.

'Where the h*ll are you!? I want to kill you!' You hollered within your mind as the god rested a knee on the bed, his big large hands reaching for your thighs.

The simple contact on your skin prompted your hips to jerk and legs to clamp shut. Sensations that could only be described as lightning striking upon the earth shot across your abdomen.

"I'm enjoying the show, of course, far away but near as well. I'm ever so curious about how you will proceed with it; this is the only action you cannot commence with."

Apollo parted your legs like smooth butter and dragged your body closer to his with strength that far surpassed your own.

You clenched over nothing.

Already your body began to heat as if fire itself was touching your skin, caressing it in a manner of need.

'What's stopping me, huh!? What's keeping me from just f*cking this god right here!?" You practically bellowed within your head.

It was silent save for your breathing, which grew labored with each second that passed. Overwhelmed by the radiant presence of the god of the rising sun, your body began to feel light as if you weighed nothing but a feather.

And then your undergarment was ripped away to reveal your soaking wet c*nt. Your breath hitched with your hips jerking.

Time had to be passing by slower than it should have with each passing moment.

"Death does not scare the likes of you, but you are not immune to pain. Disobey me, Little Nymph, and you will be in a world of hurt... Use this to your advantage; Apollo only needs one more thing to be enslaved by you completely."

As tempting as it was to find out for yourself whether you would be able to handle your punishment or not, according to Otto, the god needed only more push, and you could move on to the following timeline.

You knew just what to do.

"Wait!"

Your hands flew to his wrist, clutching them tightly as you finally regained eye contact with those rotating sun-filled eyes.

Apollo cocked his head to the side with his golden ringlets practically glowing against his sun-kissed skin.

"You said I needed to provide you with a decent enough apology to be forgiven... So let me take care of you. Let me show you just how sorry I am, my dear Apollo."

His adam's apple bobbed while his grip tightened on your inner thighs.

It was unusual for a woman to be so straightforward and request to be the one who provided pleasure. Most found it filthy, especially at this timeline, and you were going to use that as an advantage.

He was about to receive the best neck in the whole land of Greece.

The corners of his lips quirked into a grin, a devious grin that made your stomach swirl unknowingly.

"Alright, little mortal. Show me what you got." He crooned and released your thighs so he could lift you off the bed.

Your positions were switched with you standing on your feet with the god sitting at the edge of the bed, his legs open and c*ck twitching eagerly for what you could deliver.

Gingerly you lowered yourself onto your knees and stroked the skin above his knee. He could be felt shivering for a moment; he was already weak.

Tenderly you kissed the smooth hairless skin of his shin, licking at it slightly before trailing wet kisses up his leg.

His hands burrowed into the furs next to his body as he breathed in deeply, his bare lean chest expelling outwards.

A talented lady like yourself knew the ins and outs of playing along to someone's fantasy or their specific kinks.

It didn't take long for you to assess someone quickly and already assume what made them tick.

Maybe if life would have worked out in your favor, you could have gone to school to be a therapist with the way you easily picked apart someone's inner trauma to exploit them and also reveal their deepest pleasures.

For good thing you were a switch; it allowed you to let down your pride just for this moment. Because what you needed to do to own this god...was worship him like no one else ever had.

Gingerly you rose your wet kisses up his leg until you just briefly passed his knee on his left side. Your eyes flickered to meet his as you delicately kissed his inner thigh.

He watched you, staring right into your (e/c) optics as you inched closer to the throbbing extremity in between his legs.

Your hand that rested on his other leg began to massage and caress it, the pads of your fingers digging into his lean muscles to release them from any stress.

A heavy exhale reverberated into the room and was followed by a muffled grunt. He didn't want to let you know what you were doing to him, but his c*ck was doing all the talking.

There was a thick vein on the underside, pulsating and protruding against the skin of his shaft. You wanted to lick it - toy with it - but it wasn't time yet.

"You must be so busy, Apollo~." You murmured against his inner thigh and rested your face on the limb. "Listening to all those prayers and following your father's orders."

Your left hand slid up his leg, the tips of your nails just briefly brushing against his crotch. Hist stomach contracted with his abbs honing from the tightness.

"It is no wonder why you are the ideal of the kouros, regarded as the most beautiful and most greek of all gods."

You breathed in the scent of his arousal and lifted your head, briskly kissing his leaking tip before continuing those wet smooches down his abbs.

Lightly nipping at his sun-kissed skin, you dragged your nails along the side of his waist to stimulate the nerves underneath.

Once you reached his crotch with his c*ck pressing against your throat, you stuck out your tongue and dragged the muscle upwards.

His shoulders tensed, his stomach tightened again, and his hands reached to hold your waist, but you slapped them down.

"It's not the time for you to touch me, darling." You mused against his chest. His length drove against your stomach, pre-cum leaking from his slit and dampening the cloth of your chiton.

His breath came in quick short rasps with the veins on his forearms throbbing. He fought himself to not disobey and hold you down for your mouth to envelop his tip finally.

The god of the rising sun couldn't comprehend why he even listened and kept himself at bay. You were nothing but a mortal he took an interest in.

So why did his mouth water at the sight of your lips, desiring to capture them with his own. To touch your bare skin and claim everything about you as his.

Oh, he really should have heeded his own prophecy.

"Ngh~!" His hips bucked when your warm mouth enveloped his nipple and began sucking. His broad chest was lean and athletic on his towering build; you couldn't help but reach your hands up to press into his pectorals.

You were a lady who appreciated the fine physique of a man, and even if you couldn't f*ck a god, you were going to remember how absolutely divine their bodies felt against yours.

Apollo's c*ck was just dripping on your clothes, the whole shaft throbbing and twitching against your abdomen.

You had yet even to touch his length, but he appeared to be so close to the brink of releasing. Ancient Greece must have just been about pure animalistic f*cking to get off rather than really entrapping someone's soul.

It makes your job a whole lot easier.

Releasing his perky nipple, you glided your teeth along the sensitive buds before flickering your gaze up and grinning at him with an open mouth.

"Am I doing good?" You breathed the question, which resulted in the big large man swallowing thickly.

He appeared frozen for a second before the words registered in his head and blinked slowly, a lascivious gaze meeting your own.

"You would do even better if you just took me in your mouth, little mortal."

His low response in your ear sent shivers down your back, and you could feel yourself clench over nothing again.

"So impatient." You hummed and pushed yourself upwards, kissing against the pulsating vein on the side of his neck. "But I still need to provide you with a decent enough apology so I won't toy with you anymore."

"(Y/n)." He grunted, and you merely produced a cheeky grin. Your name had never sounded so pretty coming out of this desperate god of the sun.

Your hands trailed up and down his athletically muscular torso before stopping at his hips. "Sorry, I just love touching your body, Apollo~. You're quite... " You brushed your wet succulent lips against the shell of his ear and hummed in your throat. "...Delicious."

He shivered underneath you.

'He's cute as a bottom.'

You covered more of his broad chest with kisses and slightly dark contusions. He was not sweating, but goosebumps on his skin indicated his reactions.

By the time you finally returned to be resting on your knees in front of the bed, his c*ck was just throbbing painfully.

It ached to be touched with the way the veins pulsated and the quick burst of blood filled the heavy extremity.

His tip was already glistening in pre-c*m with a skinny trail flowing down the underside. You still had to take in a moment to relish in the sight of one of the most beautiful c*cks you had ever seen.

The prominently thick girth both scared and excited you with its veins protruded all along the skin of his shaft.

It was relatively straight and bulbous with the slightest curve downward at the top. And you couldn't forget the subtle color that flushed his tip like a cherry you yearned to devour.

Gingerly you leaned forward, humming audibly before setting a smooch on the wet tip. Grasping the rock hard base with one hand, he was felt jerking in your hold.

You licked your lips to taste him, and his taste was like no other. It usually was bitter or tart, sometimes tasting the way cleaning products smelt.

But Apollo's...it must be what the gods praise as ambrosia, and you were becoming addicted to it.

You tauntingly dragged the flat end of your tongue slowly from the base of his shaft up to his head, following one of the thickest veins on his length.

Saliva smeared across the surface and dripped onto your hand that clasped around his length at the bottom.

His body twitched, balls visibly tensing with his breathing growing ragged while his body shifted almost uncomfortably.

Soft, barely audible grunts left his lips, and you could tell he was trying to hold himself back. It must be embarrassing to feel so weak against a human mortal that's got his c*ck in their grasp.

It was empowering.

Your lips parted, widening as you engulfed his member within your warm mouth. "O-Oh~!" The moan was almost one of disbelief, as if he couldn't believe how good he could feel merely in your mouth.

It didn't help that he was additionally sensitive to your earlier touching and teasing. Were you really just a normal human? He didn't know, and he began to question it for only a moment before all his thoughts numbed over.

You pushed him farther inside, struggling to fit him in as he reached the back of your throat. The god of the rising sun finally removed his fingers from the furs he sat on and tangled them within your locks that were adorned with jewels.

His hips bucked upwards slightly, his knees squeezing the sides of your body that kneeled on the ground against the bed.

Your tight throat wrapped around his length as you gagged, and he inhaled sharply. He twitched in your mouth, pushing farther that essentially halted any air from being inhaled into your greedy lungs.

You looked up at him through lidded glossy eyes, your cheeks hollowed and drool dribbling down the corner of your lips.

Apollo's stomach tingled and spread across all the nerves in his legs. You could feel his hefty balls tense and harden, which prompted you to bring your other hand that was on his hips down to the forgotten area.

Once you touched it, his whole hips jerked, and his fingers tugged on your hair. An ache formed in your scalp, but you ignored it and continued on.

Pulling back until only the head of his c*ck lay on your tongue, you grazed your teeth over it with a feather-like touch on the sensitive tip.

He jutted upwards, his length being driven down into your throat. You gagged slightly, your throat constricting tightly for a moment until you pulled away to breathe.

"No, don't stop~."

Your head cocked to the side as you swallowed ardently. You didn't expect him to plead like that, but you most certainly liked it.

"Don't worry, darling. I'm nowhere done with you." You breathed along his sensitive tip before kissing it in an almost loving manner.

His hands that were still entangled in your hair tugged you forward and pushed his member back into your mouth and down your warm constricting throat.

Apollo was not a particularly big fan of feeling so weak and vulnerable, as if he was the one under your thumb.

He should have been careful. He should have controlled his urges. He should not have underestimated you.

You pulled upwards, withdrawing his c*ck from your lips so you could spit on the flushed tip that was connected to your mouth with a string of saliva.

Your fingers wrapped around his slimy c*ck and began pumping up and down. Warm hands, hot sticky saliva, all of it adding to the pleasure that was shooting through his veins.

More and more of his c*m leaked from the slit, and you were very adamant about leaning forward and sucking all of it out, desperate to taste his sweet ambrosia.

Is this what a man/female felt like when they would devour the slick from between your legs like it was their last meal?

Who knows, you were enjoying it regardless.

Flickering your gaze upwards, you could see that his jaw was tight, clenching tightly from the stimulation.

Those beautifully stunning revolving sun-filled eyes were hidden behind his lids as curses and grunts echoed from his parted lips.

Never in your wildest dreams did you think you would be in this position as annoyed as you once were; the fun you were having at the moment made all that waiting worth it.

Apollo swallowed audibly, his breathing labored, his legs squirming against your body, and a visible trail of drool dribbling down the corners of his lips.

The squirming only grew worse when you sucked harshly on the tip while pumping your hands across the wet surface of his shaft.

A high-pitched grinding could be heard, and you knew it was from him gnawing his teeth together.

Oh, you were doing great. So very great, there was no way he wasn't under your 'spell' now.

You could feel his d*ck pulsating in your hold, and you knew it had to be painful how far yet so close his release was.

The radiant god's length just throbbed like a beating heart in your mouth, aching for more of what you could provide. A man like him couldn't resist a warm throat around his c*ck, squeezing as more saliva drenched his flushed skin.

Deciding to give him what you wanted, you returned your mouth over his length, engulfing more of him as you rolled your tongue and sucked his length.

Your hands pumped along the shaft that was still out, untaken by your mouth that could only hold so much.

"F*cK" The golden-haired god hissed and rolled his hips. His voice was crackly, as if his throat was dry and he needed a glass of water.

He was visibly parched from all the low grunting and cursing he was doing under his breath like a bottom he should be.

Your cl*t throbbed from his moans and your sinful actions. A tingling sensation rose in the pit of your stomach, and you couldn't help but desire to replace your mouth with your aching c*nt.

But you don't think you'll test Otto quiet yet. There are other gods to meet from all over the world; who knows who you will meet next? :)

A hand traveled up Apollo's stomach, caressing the firm abbs of his frame, and you felt him suck in his stomach and tighten those muscles.

There was a possibility he was already going to c*m soon with his reaction, and you would happily oblige, bringing him to the edge with an overstimulating org*sm.

He'll never be able to defy anything you want from now on.

The radiant god grunted with his c*ck twitching in your grasp, sending the sensation through all his veins like rapid fire. He was going to c*m for sure, and he couldn't wait.

You could just feel how he was desperately aching to reach his high. A climax that only you could provide at the moment and have his legs shaking.

Now that you knew his org*sm was so close, your hands were pumping faster than before. It was right there. It was taunting him with the fact that he had yet to reach it.

And finally, after everything, he attained his climax. His c*ck pulsated in your hold, his balls squeezing against your throat.

His teeth ground against each other while he breathed laboriously, the bluster of his muffled grunts and groans resonating even louder in the sacred room.

Apollo's leg's tingled with the skin underneath prickling, its muscles overstimulated. His balls ached to release the tension that built up within.

The man's stomach contracted, his ribs pressing against his skin as the overbearing tingling sensation in his abdomen swept through his nerves.

He cursed under his breath before calling your name with his musically gifted voice.

"Nhg~!" He abruptly moaned out as it finally hit. His breath was caught in his throat as he released with strong pushes.

His hips bucked forward with his toes curling against the marble flooring. His back arched the slightest with a blissful expression forming on his face.

Warm spurts of his c*m sprayed from his tip down into your throat. You could feel the thick liquid gushing out, trailing down your constricting esophagus.

You couldn't breathe, he was just spilling so fast, but you took it like a soldier. Pulling back and allowing the heavy tip to rest on the tongue, you let the rest of it pool in your mouth.

A few skinny trails dribbled down the corner of your lips in such a lewd manner that the god tugged you upwards onto your feet with his hands that were still tangled in your hair.

Once you swallowed, there was this sensation in your stomach that you couldn't explain. It surged all throughout your body as if you were absorbing some sort of power that made everything feel so light.

It made you feel powerful - Godlike - as you soaked in the after-effects.

Your breathing was erratic, your jaw aching from sucking on the god's c*ck out of pure desire. There was a throbbing in your knees from resting most of your weight on them, but you ignored it at the moment.

The both of you were in a state of weariness, dazed from what had just transpired. Apollo felt as if he no longer held any strength within his body, while you felt as if there was too much, it all overwhelming you to the extent of blissful obliviousness.

You barely could register that his lips were on yours until his tongue drove within your mouth and entangled with your heavy tongue.

"Oh, ~!? What is this, brother?"

꧁𓊈𒆜 ━━━━━━━━━ 𒆜𓊉꧂

𝐌𝐚𝐦𝐚 signing out

[optimisticrobin]

The humour and sarcasm was something that had always differentiated him from Bruce because he sure as hell wasn't going to adopt the man's broody attitude. Gotham had been gloomy enough as it was without him adding to it and it had made the job that much more fun. It was also a safety mechanism. It was easy to mask fear under humour.

With the Titans, he was surrounded by like-minded people. Starfire didn't tend to understand Earth humour and sarcasm, and Raven opted for more of a dry approach, but Beast Boy and Cyborg were always quick to make a joke at the expense of the villain. Here there was only Slade or his damn robots to talk to.

He fell silent as he followed behind Slade. The size of the base was still a little overwhelming. He knew his way from his room to the main facilities, but little else, and even then he could get lost if he wasn't paying attention. He'd probably have gotten lost right now if he wasn't following Slade. It was like his early days back in Wayne Manor. He knew the place like the back of his hand now, but during the first couple of weeks he kept getting lost.

He'd been a circus kid, after all. He'd been used to sharing one small trailer with his parents, and his bedroom at the manor was bigger than that trailer. Slade's base wasn't anywhere near as luxurious, but he felt just as overwhelmed by its sheer scope.

"So you've told me." Slade had been quite upfront with his intentions. He'd wanted an apprentice. Someone to follow in his footsteps, and for some reason he'd decided that Robin was the best choice. Robin who had devoted himself to justice. He would admit that they shared some similarities when it came to their fighting styles, but Dick wasn't cut out to be a villain.

"I'm not scared of you. I just don't trust you." That was a lie. He did scared him, and not just because Slade was physically intimidating, but because he held all the cards and Dick was worried that if he didn't get away soon, he'd start to believe everything that Slade was telling him. Besides, Slade had hurt him before. He'd hurt him when they'd fought in the past. He might be holding back now that Dick was supposed to be his student, but he was still hurting him mentally.

The threat of his friends lives being held over his head? That was painful.

He blinked when the door didn't open automatically when Slade approached like all the others did. He hadn't really thought about it before, but the only time Slade had been in his room before had been when he'd used a keycard. The keycard that he'd then given to Dick. Did that mean that Slade didn't have access?

The boy eyed him suspiciously for a moment before he stepped forward and unlocked the door himself.

"Why are you so calm about this? Why aren't you angry? Why aren't you punishing me for not being able to train? You're one of the bad guys. That's what you're supposed to do."

His view of the world was black and white. Good and evil. There was no moral greyness.

[yasmindifference]

Hi! If you're still doing the fake title thing, what do you think of

What we call "reason to live" is also an excellent "reason to die"

I thought I wasn't gonna answer any more of these (I got so many! I appreciate y'all's enthusiasm but it got overwhelming, I'm sorry), but I am on the good drugs and just read this amazing fic about the Joker dying so:

This would be a fic about first Tim falling desperately in love with Jason. Just stupid, helpless, totally overwhelming love....which is a problem because Jason still doesn't like him. They're past the point of violence, but Jason pretty much constantly gives him the cold shoulder and makes it clear he doesn't want to be anywhere near Tim.

And that's a really painful contrast to everything that made Tim fall in love with him: seeing how gentle he is with victims, how fiercely he protects people in his territory, how crazy smart and competent he is....after all that, the way Jason totally shuts down around him hurts.

So Tim is determined to win him over--not even necessarily to loving him, just to being able to tolerate his presence! And after extensive thought + research, he determines the absolute best way to do this is to kill the Joker.

And then I don't know if I want this to be cracky or really dark so two potential ways that goes:

The cracky version, Tim just fucking goes for it. Kills the Joker, decapitates the Joker, presents the Joker's severed head to Jason like the world's most messed up courting gift. Jason is shocked and awed and yeah, Tim's his new favorite person. Grudge, shmudge. They get together in very short order and live happily and messed up-ily ever after ♡♡

The dark version, Tim is Tim, he's not just going to off the Joker in the middle of the street. Instead, he sets up an elaborate plan in which Joker is manipulated into actions that corner Tim into having "no choice" but to kill him, thereby letting Tim do the thing WITHOUT having to face severe consequences from the other bats. That part proceeds as planned, but it inspires Tim--it's so easy to do, to pull a Rogue's strings until they're no longer a threat! So he does it again, and again, and again, and you know how the road to hell is paved in good intentions. So Tim just crosses line after line until he's a criminal mastermind taking over all of Gotham "for its own good" and Jason is his enforcer/consort

[marvelmaniac2000]

Can you do a little story like maybe Shang-Chi & reader and also Kate & xu xialing

Reader and Shang-Chi have been friends for a while and they clearly like each other but are afraid of hurting or losing one other and Kate's just like "date already" and you know like at the end of the movie where Shang-Chi hugs Kate well instead of him hugging Kate he hugs the reader and the reader whispers I love you and they kiss and Kate just looking at them like FINALLY. and so we don't leave Kate out maybe xu xialing gives Kate a kiss on the cheek and Kate's like all pink. I'm so sorry if this is to much this idea has just been stuck in my head for days if you want to make it shorter by turning it into your own idea please do.

Spirit of the Heart (Shang Chi x Reader)

Side notes: This was requested a long time ago… I’m sorry this took a long time, I had to take a break from writing. But I hope you like it and I served you well!

Characters: Shang Chi x Reader, Xu Xialing x Katy Chen

Words: 654

Your heart pounded faster in your ears waiting for the right moment to let your last arrow go. A drop of sweat moistens your forehead as you hear the hectic noise of the village soldiers crumbled from the soul sucking demons. You muted everything else around you sharpen your sight. Now you whisper in your head and shoot the last demon in sight. You let a sigh of a second of relief as you lowered your bow and arrow.

The sight around you was hellish. The overwhelming sight of dead bodies and damaged buildings was in full display. Almost no signs of life were in your view. The little crowd Tao Lo scattered around to help the wounded people. In the near distance you hear your name being called by Katy and Xu.

“(Y/N)!” Katy ran across the sweeping grass to embrace you in a hug. Tears almost whelped your eyes knowing that they were ok. You gazed up and noticed Xu watching you both hug.

“I don’t really do hugs but I’m glad we're all alive” Xu gave your back a sly rub.

“Thanks I’m glad to see you guys are fine but where is Shawn?” you panic noticing everyone was here but your best friend.

“We both haven't seen him since he defeated the dweller,” Xu said. “There was this huge explosion that happened after he used the rings and I’m not sure where he went” Katy's voice became scarce. You looked over by the far north distance of where the gate closed. No sight of Shawn anywhere near. The sky was far darker and no sight of anything happening. You scanned all around the village’s field and spotted Aunt Nan but she was alongside fellow medical aid soldiers. For a split second you felt instant regret never having the chance to tell him how you really felt. The circumstances of him getting killed trying to do what’s right for the universe seemed at odds but he always managed to be strong enough to get through things.

A low grumble of water sputtered near the shore, and the icy turquoise dragon smoothly glided on the land with Shawn sitting on top. The mystic dragon locked it’s sharp eyes with yours before swimming off shore. You frantically ran to the man you dearly loved. As you ran closer to him, you noticed his father’s rings around his arms. Your legs almost gave out but Shawn caught you in time to hold you tightly in his arms.

“(Y/N) I nearly died fifty times and I thought about you” Shawn nuzzled his chin firmly on your shoulder.

You broke away from his hug and looked directly into his eyes. Your emotions were everywhere but one feeling for certain was made clear after this whole ordeal. “I love you” you said with a shaky voice.

“I love you too,” Shawn gave a weary laugh and lowered his head to give you a soft kiss on the lips.

In the far distance, Xu and Katy watched you two finally set it off. Xu watched in awe seeing how happy her brother was. She for once hadn’t seen him this happy since their mother died.

“You know I’ve been a third wheel to those bozos for years..when am I going to get my charming partner in crime? '' Katy pouted. Xu giggled and loved how adorable Katy was. Her whole quirky style and demeanor was something she had never seen before. Xu pecked Katy on the cheek leaving a faint lipstick stain.

“I’m your charming partner now” Katy looked at Xu with a beaming red face.

“Now all of us have to go on double dates from now on, you know that right?” Katy flirted. Xu snickered leaving Katy in a lustful mess.

[let-them-read-fics]

Blackpink Reaction To Their S/O Struggling W/ Drug Addiction

Warnings / Misc. -- ⚠️ Sensitive Topic ⚠️, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff

A/N: Hey everyone! This request covers a sensitive topic that I haven't been personally exposed to, but I hope that I do it justice. I did my best to handle it with care and be as realistic as possible. Let me know what you think!

PS -- I didn't specifically name any substances or describe them in too much detail; I wanted to leave you room to picture whatever you had in mind, especially if you happen to be struggling irl.

👩 Also, I wrote this as Fem!Reader because nothing was specified. I hope that's alright, anon! Thank you for your patience :)

♡ Happy Reading ♡

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Jisoo

Discovered it after a few weeks of dating

She's amazing at reading people, so she had sensed that you were struggling with something; she just didn't know what. 

She wanted to wait for you to tell her about whatever it was, but one fateful day she witnessed something that explained it all. 

It wasn't meant to happen; she wasn't meant to see you like this. But, as fate would have it, Jisoo stumbled across something she never saw coming. 

Her footsteps grow louder as she walks her way through the house, peeking her head into various rooms in search of you. The two of you invited some of your mutual friends over, and they've all been curious as to where you slipped away to earlier.

"Baby, are you in here? Everyone's wonder--" 

The sound of the latch clicking out of place makes your heart drop and sets you into motion. Before you have enough time to fully react, though, Jisoo opens the bathroom door to find you sitting on the ground, attempting to shove a foreign substance into a plastic baggy. 

Your hands make quick work of moving it out of view and sitting up on your knees, but she picks up on what's going on. Her eyes land on the material as you shift it behind your body, looking up at her with wide eyes. 

"Jisoo--" Tears are already beginning to work their way into your eyes, slightly blurring your vision. Too many people have walked out on you after witnessing this, and the thought that she might go too is overwhelming. 

She keeps her tone level as she steps into the room and quietly shuts the door behind herself. "Y/N, please explain yourself." 

"I-I'm sorry Jisoo, I should've told you sooner." You shakily say, bringing a hand up to swipe away the few tears that've already leaked out. It's not usually like you to get so emotional so quickly, but seeing the pained look on her face is reason enough. 

"Come here," she utters, plopping down next to you and pulling you up against her body as she leans back on the side of the tub. Her fingers rub soothing circles on your back while you rest your head on her shoulder, lightly dampening the material of her shirt with your tears. "I'm not mad at you for this, but I need you to tell me about it. I want to help you, my love. I can't watch you hurt yourself like this." 

"Okay. Just promise you won't go," you softly say, the syllables of your words breaking here and there from the raw emotion you feel. 

"I'm not going anywhere, Y/N." She presses a light kiss to your temple for reassurance, and her heart breaks when she feels your hands grip at her clothes out of habit. How many times have people told you that and still left you in your time of need? She cradles you in her arms, realizing just how fragile you are in your current state, and tells you to take your time. 

With a steadying breath, you begin to explain your struggles. 

Road To Recovery

Constant check-ins

"Hey honey, we're at the studio now. Are you taking care of yourself for me?"

Helps you deal with the symptoms of withdrawal when they hit

Focuses on distraction and redirection as ways to help you cope

If you're at a party and feel tempted after seeing someone use, she leads you away to distract you from the urge

Helps you find safe alternatives 

Celebrates the little victories

"Yes, Y/N, 4 and a half weeks clean is plenty reason to celebrate. Now mark it on the calendar and get over here so I can put this hat on you." 

Playdates at your local dog café to keep your mind occupied (and bringing Dalgomie so he can make new friends, of course)

Takes you indoor skydiving. She wanted to find a way to give you an adrenaline rush while still being able to participate with you, so that was a happy medium. She battled her fear of heights to do that with you.

Not letting you lose hope if you relapse

"You're not a burden, and I'm not letting you give up on yourself. Not after all the progress you've made. I believe in you." 

Accompanying you to rehab and recovery meetings, if you want her to

Bringing you your favorite snacks and candies when she picks you up

"I got you a little something," she smiles, leaning over the center console of the car to kiss your cheek. "You deserve a treat, baby." 

Whenever you decide to tell everyone about your struggles and recovery journey, she's right next to you for support 

Spends all the time she can with you

Early on, she would get really worried when you missed her calls or took a while to respond, but eventually she got over her fears to some degree

Still checks up on you when she's away for work

"Sorry for missing your call, Chu. Dalgom tried to kill me when I was giving him a bath and I couldn't get to the phone in time." 

Overall, just a very proud girlfriend who sticks by you no matter what

After You've Recovered

Annual "recovery party" to commemorate your sobriety 

Sometimes you invite the girls and your other friends, and sometimes you prefer to just spend the day at home with Jisoo

"Look at how far you've come, my love. I'm so proud of you."

♡♡♡♡♡

Jennie

She would be the only one who figured it out on her own. She picked up on the signs fairly quickly and always subtly helped steer you away from any potentially tempting situations

If you two watched a movie that happened to have a triggering scene in it, she always noticed how you'd look away and subconsciously tense up a bit

"Hey, babe. This movie's kinda boring; why don't we watch that new Netflix documentary instead?" 

If the two of you were invited to parties that were likely to have a bunch of alcohol and drugs, sometimes she'd try to suggest staying in or doing something else instead

You eventually caught on to her diversion attempts, and sat down with her to have a talk. 

"How long have you known?" You ask, pulling your legs up towards your chest as you sit back against the headboard of your California King. 

"A few weeks," she starts, running a brush through her hair until it's untangled. Her damp locks stick to her shoulders as she approaches you, some strips slightly drier than others. "Were you ever gonna tell me?" She inquires softly, facing you as she sits down beside you on the bed. 

"Of course, Jen. I'm sorry that I didn't tell you sooner, I just… I was on my own with it before you. I didn't have anyone to turn to because everyone left once they found out." Your confession makes her chest ache -- it's a physical, honest pain that she feels as she imagines you battling such an unforgiving foe with no one in your corner. She places a warm hand on your thigh to comfort you, knowing just how much her touch helps when you're upset. "Hey, it's okay. There's no point in worrying about that now. I know it's hard to open up, babe, so thank you for doing this. I'm here to listen, alright?"

"Thank you, Jennie. I don't know what I'd do without you." 

"You'll never have to know, either, because I'm staying right here." 

"I love you," you whisper, leaning forward to press a kiss to her lips. 

"I love you, too," she sighs against you, preparing herself for the emotional night you're about to have. For now, she takes a moment to just pull you into her arms and rest her forehead against yours, finding comfort in your steady heartbeat. 

"We'll start whenever you're ready." 

Road To Recovery

Makes various arrangements to ensure that the media won't know of your struggles

Keeps things on lock, especially if you decide to remain private on the matter and not tell the world

If you make a public statement about it, she still does everything she can to keep you protected from the negativity. She knows first hand how tough it can be to deal with, so she never lets you face it alone

You both help each other work through things

"You're my rock, Y/N/N." 

"And you're my world, Jen."

Takes care of you during bouts of withdrawal 

Sings to you to calm you down and help you relax

Takes you to theme parks and rides all the big coasters with you so you can get a similar high that you did from the drugs. She gets to be clingy with you and spend the day having fun, so she doesn't mind it, and you enjoy it just the same.

Suggests fun activities for you to do together 

"We should visit that pottery place tomorrow! I've heard a lot of good things about it." 

You stick close together when you're in public, especially when paparazzi are near

Your presence helps with her anxiety, and you hold her close and tell jokes to keep her attention off of it

Random surprise celebrations waiting for you when you get home

"Hey Jen, I'm home." You announce, shrugging your coat off before hanging it up on the metal rack next to the front door. 

"In here," she calls from the kitchen, effectively pulling you in with that sweet voice of hers. When you reach the doorway and peek in, a dumbstruck smile slowly parts your lips as you see the set up she constructed. 

"Happy 3 Weeks" a multicolored banner reads, displaying the phrase above your dining room table where Jennie sits. "Surprise, honey," she says softly, glancing down at the cake she made for you as she scoots it closer. You approach the table and examine it, practically feeling your heart grow 10 sizes from the love you hold for your girlfriend. 

"Is this why you left practice early?" 

"Mhm," she nods, kissing your cheek before she reaches into a small gift bag next to her chair. "I'm so proud of you," she grins, sliding a thin, glittery headband into your hair. It has two springs attached to the top that bounce in every direction possible, surely making you look like a dork. 

"God, I love you." 

"You'd better keep that same energy after trying the cake. I think I might've added too much baking soda…"

You shake your head and pull her in, pressing kiss after kiss to her lips until she's grinning just as hard as you. 

Going on adventures with Kuma and Kai

Especially to dog parks and other national parks 

Helps you fill things out for rehab and doesn't let you get too stressed about it

Helps you regain confidence in yourself if you relapse

"This isn't the end, Y/N. You're strong, I know you can beat this."

Is right next to you through it all

After You've Recovered

Go on an annual vacation to get away from everything and celebrate your sobriety. You take the opportunity to escape the media and reconnect with each other

"Where to this year, Y/N? Bora Bora, maybe?"

Intimate celebration between the two of you on vacation, and then the girls throw you a party when you come back

♡♡♡♡♡

Rosé

You were really good at hiding your secret from people -- especially those that you care about most. You're always afraid that once they find out, they'll pack up and leave. 

Rosé was one of the first to actually stay

She had been fairly oblivious to your struggles since you masked that side of yourself well, but one day the two of you attended a little get-together at your old friend's house, and your dirty laundry was aired.

"Bro, come on, let's play Truth or Dare!" One of your old friends says, perking up at the fact that he remembered the game even existed. He's already a little tipsy, but so are some of the others. 

"I don't know, dude," you hesitantly start, missing the way that Rosé curiously raises a brow beside you. 

"Come on, we'll keep it tame." Another person adds from the couch opposite you, their voice low. You recognize her as Cho, a sort of frenemy from your high school years. Something doesn't sit right for you with the hint of mischief that shines in her eyes, but your friends' pleas eventually push the feeling away and you relent. 

"Fine, but if Austin gets dared to do some dumb shit like last time I'm dropping out." 

"Like what?" 

"Like what?" You ask back, disbelief evident in your voice. "Are you forgetting the fact that I had to bail you out after you got arrested for streaking down the neighborhood?" 

"Okay, fair point," Austin holds his hands up in surrender. "Just a few rounds." 

--

As everyone's once boisterous laughter finally dies down into quiet chuckles, you turn to Rosé for a quick kiss. She reciprocates and holds you there for a few more seconds, loving the way your lips feel against her own. As you brush your nose against hers and garner a sweet giggle from her, Cho interrupts the moment with a phrase that makes your blood run cold. 

"So, Rosé, has Y/N told you about the time she got arrested for drug possession? Word on the street is that she still can't shake her old habit..." 

Rosie feels the way you tense up at the question and pull away from her, cringing at the exposure you just received. The room goes silent, enabling a pen to be heard if it were dropped. 

"Hey," Austin goes to defend you, about to yell at her for bringing up such a difficult topic. 

"It's fine, Austin," you say, sticking your hand out in front of him to keep him from approaching her. The last thing you want right now is a screaming match about your struggles. 

Rosie finally speaks up after what feels like an eternity, turning to Cho to say, "No, but that's none of your business. And I strongly advise that you don't speak on her name like that again." She cuts her eyes at the other girl, sending an icy glare at her to show that she's serious before giving her attention to you again. 

When a few tense moments pass with no one really saying anything, Jackson, the host, speaks up. "I think you need to go, Cho." 

"Ah, what a shame. The fun was just starting," she mockingly pouts, stopping next to you on her way out the door. Rosé strokes the back of your hand to soothe you, tracing mindless patterns with her thumb until your shoulders relax and you look into her eyes. With Cho now gone, your friends decide to go out into the backyard and give the two of you some time to clear things up. 

"So, I guess we should talk." You start, pulling your legs up onto the couch to sit criss-cross. She studies the way that you begin to nervously fidget and drop eye contact, and the sight breaks her heart. 

"Your past is your past, Y/N, and I won't ever judge you for it. I wish she wouldn't have brought it up like that -- I really wish she didn't," she says, emphasizing the word to remind you of how upset she is with Cho, "But I can tell that you're still struggling. I want to help you get better, and I'll be here with you every step of the way, babe. You mean the world to me." She smiles sadly, trying not to think of how much it would hurt to lose you. 

"Okay," you breathe out, accepting the honest help that she's extending to you. You've been burned and lied to in the past, but you trust Rosé to stay true to her word and assist you on the hard journey laid out before you. "Let's start from the beginning," you say, preparing yourself to retell your struggles from the moment they began all those years ago. 

Road To Recovery

Takes care of you when withdrawal hits hard

Isn't afraid to take the day off if it's bad enough and she needs to

"Hey, Teddy. Tell everyone that I'll be staying home today, okay? I've already let the girls know, too." 

Reassurance to the max

"You're doing amazing."

Is your shoulder to cry on when times get tough

On a weekend trip, the two of you snuck away to the beach to go cliff diving. It was a thrilling experience, and you'll always remember that day with her

Helps you find healthier alternatives to your addiction that can make the transition easier until you fully recover

"Baby, look at this." She says, repositioning her laptop so that you can see what she's looking at. The two of you are sitting on the bed, and her legs are stretched out over yours. "These herbs are safe to smoke and they can help with a lot of your troubles. These over here," she says, pointing to a section of the screen, "help with stress and anxiety. They make it easier to relax." You nod, logging the information in your brain as you run a hand over her smooth skin to keep yourself calm. It's a habit that both of you love. "Thank you, Rosie. Nobody's ever done anything like this for me." You say, keeping your head down as you remember all the people that have left you behind in your time of need. 

"You'd do the same for me, and I'm happy to be here for you." She declares, holding one of your hands within both of her own. She cradles it delicately, just like she does your heart. "I'll do whatever it takes to make you feel my love. I'm not going anywhere, babe." She leans in, connecting your lips in a sweet kiss. 

Keeps your spirits up if you relapse

"You're not a failure, Y/N/N. This is just a setback, and we're going to get through it together."

One of her friends told her about a fun art class that's supposed to help people in recovery let go of some of their resentment and negative feelings, so she brought it up and you agreed to go

It was structured in two parts:

Part 1: Everyone went out to an old car lot that had various old vehicles, electronics, and other things to smash up. Once you let loose and relieved some of your tension, you collected scraps of the things you destroyed.

Part 2: With the scraps you brought back, you were told to create any type of artwork you wanted -- whatever felt right. Collage, graffiti, scrapbook, etc. At the end of the class, you were informed of the driving message behind it: Though the negative feelings and aversions you dealt with in the past may have left you feeling broken, you never really were -- you've always had the power to piece yourself back together and continue on.

After You've Recovered

Taking a month off work every year to travel and experience new things together. Usually consists of going to another city (or even country) and exploring their art museums and other artistics outlets 

The new experiences help remind you off all the reasons you want to stay sober, and they help her have new material for her songs

Lots of pictures and drawings to remember all of your adventures

Collect trinkets to hang up / display, especially around the holidays

The girls have a special celebration waiting for you when you return

♡♡♡♡♡

Lisa

She could tell something was wrong when your behavior started to change over the course of a couple weeks

She suspected other things, but after finding a substance in your bag while on a vacation trip, she was blind sided by the reality of the situation

"Hey Lis, have you seen my swimsuit?" You casually ask, strolling into your hotel bedroom in search of the item. "I thought I left it--"

Your words catch harshly in your throat, nearly making you choke from how quickly you cut yourself off. She's sitting on the edge of the bed with the baggy in her hands, and tears brim in her eyes. 

"Fuck," you wince, closing your eyes as you put your face in your hands. "You weren't supposed to find out like this."

"Why didn't you tell me?" She asks, staring straight ahead, though her eyes don't focus on anything in particular. Knowing you hurt her is bad enough, but seeing her like this makes the pain even more evident. 

"I was going to, I promise. But I've been trying to wean myself off of it," you begin to explain, slowly walking across the room until you're in front of her. You squat down and put your hands on her thighs, staying quiet until she meets your gaze. "I've tried to quit cold turkey in the past but it didn't go down well. I figured I could handle this on my own and not get you involved."

"Baby, I want to be involved. You've been different lately, and having you shut me out didn't help ease my fears. I want to be a part of this, okay? You can turn to me when you feel alone," she says through the occasional tears that roll down her cheeks, "It's my job to help you and keep you safe. So let me," she crouches down next to you as she says the last part, wrapping her arms around you when she notices your lip tremble. "I'm not gonna let this get between us," she says against your shoulder, reminding you of how strong her love for you is. 

"I'm sorry I waited so long," your words are muffled against her shirt, but she can hear how the emotion in them changes your voice slightly. 

"We have to start somewhere, and this is just as good a time as any. I'm right here, Y/N/N."

Road To Recovery

Sweet texts and reminders throughout the day

"Hey baby, have you eaten today? The girls and I miss you like crazy." 

--

"Don't forget about your check-up tomorrow. I already told my manager that I'll be taking the day off, so I'm all yours 😉"

--

"*image attachment* Question: Do you think Lego would look cute in this or do you think Lego would look cute in this? Because he WOULD." 

Stargazing trips to talk about how far you've come

Making treats for the cats together if you have a bad day

Sometimes your withdrawal leaves you with weird cravings, but she never hesitates to race to the store at any hour and snatch up your favorite treats

Learning how to cook together to keep you occupied and give you a hobby (plus she's always wanted to get better at it)

“If you fling that at me, I swear to God I'll--”

"Oops!"

"LISA!" 

Day trips to random parks and open locations to have little photoshoots when she has free days

Once took you bungee jumping for the experience and adrenaline rush

Bringing you into the studio if you're having a hard time and don't want to be alone

Always listens to you and shows how much she cares

Opts out of events if she suspects that drugs will be there to tempt you (considering you're always her plus one)

You still send her to enjoy herself at the events without you sometimes, though it does take a lot to convince her to leave you at home

"Okay, okay! But we're binging that new show when I get back." 

Makes you laugh often and cheers you up when you need it most

She's your sunshine

After You've Recovered

Considering that you're her muse and she's the artist that she is, she hatched a plan early on to document your journey to recovery

"One more, babe. Just like that." She instructs, holding the camera up to her eye one final time. "Perfect." 

"Alright, close your eyes and turn around." She commands while returning to the coffee table that sits in the middle of your living room. Her hands make quick work of putting the finishing touches on her gift for you while you patiently sway and hum to whatever song is stuck in your head at the moment. 

"Annnnnd done!" She shouts, approaching you with a wide smile tugging at her lips as she holds the book out in front of herself. "It's a photo album. I started it the day you told me you wanted to try and get better," she says, smiling softly as she slowly walks you through the beginning pages of the book. "I thought it would be nice to see how far you've come," her eyes remain glued to the pictures she took as she continues flipping, and she fails to realize that you're staring at her now. 

"I'm so in love with you. I can't thank you enough, Lis. This is beautiful." You shake your head in quiet disbelief, genuinely surprised that someone would work so hard on something for you. It shouldn't be a surprise with her though, considering how much she loves you, but it still baffles you sometimes. 

"This gift only shows a fraction of my love for you, but I'm happy you like it. This is nothing, baby; there's so much more where this came from. Thank you for letting me in." She captures your lips in a meaningful kiss, and finds it hard to pull away. You seem to be her drug of choice, but neither of you care to end that sweet addiction.

Annual trips to photoshoots and fashion shows

Being her favorite model (seriously, she could look at you for hours on end)

Always feeling so loved and cherished, no matter what the two of you are doing

[milkybonya]

6 Drinks with Hyunsuk

-> this is completely inspired by @daybreakx 's "Five Drinks to Share with Yeonjun" , so please give that a read too! It's so amazing... arguably even better than this hehe

-> Warnings: food mentions+alcohol/drinking mentions and mentions of stress

-> Pairing: college!Hyunsuk x (gn) reader

1st drink ♡ iced coffee

"Okay, okay! Let's get this meeting started!" Hyunsuk announces, passing around iced coffees to all of the club members. You take one from the tray that's handed to you before passing it along. The bitter taste makes you wince slightly, but the cool texture leaves you feeling more awake.

"So, I'm sure you all know why you're here. I'm glad to see all the new members too! In case you've forgotten, this is our college's event club. We'll help with the organization and running of events on campus. Sound good? Now let's start planning for the first event!" Hyunsuk explains.

You admire how dressed up he is for such a simple event while you wear nothing but a hoodie and sweats, having woken up too tired that morning to properly get dressed. In fact, you aren't able to focus on the meeting as you grow excited over how his accessories and clothes match so perfectly -- not too over the top, but not too simple, either.

It's only after the meeting ends that you find the courage to speak to him, approaching him after the people who were asking him questions finally step away.

"[y/n], hello!" he greets you, gesturing for you to sit beside him. He lounges comfortable on the café couch.

"Hello! I uh... this is a little random, but I just wanted to say I really like your style," you say, shyly pointing to his outfit.

Hyunsuk smiles and opens his jacket, fanning himself like he's the coolest person on the planet.

"Thank you!" he says, blushing slightly. "I prefer your style, though. Very comfortable... these skinny jeans are killing me!"

2nd drink ♡ orange juice

"I don't think I'll be able to drink orange juice again for the rest of my life," Hyunsuk groans, sipping the last of the juice out of an orange juice box before tossing it to the side of the event club room.

"Seriously.... why did we buy so much orange juice, again?" you ask, also throwing an empty carton to the side.

"There was a sale... I can't believe they're all gonna expire tomorrow. No wonder it was so cheap!"

"We didn't even have time to use them at the event," you complain.

The two of you collapse side by side on the rug you've been sitting on, your faces right next to each other even though your legs are sprawled in opposite directions.

After a moment of silence, the two of you look at each other. Your heart races with how close your face is to Hyunsuk's, but you can't help but laugh at how sleepy and full he looks.

He laughs along with you, scrunching his eyes shut.

"My stomach hurts so much," he wheezes.

"Mine does too!"

"How about we take a nap?" he suggests after calming down, resting his head on your stomach. You wonder if your friend can feel the butterflies that he's stirred within you.

"Sounds good," you agree, laying your head on his stomach, too.

3rd drink ♡ strawberry milk

"How in the hell am I going to learn everything in this book for my exam?" you complain, picking up a heavy textbook and letting it thud back down. As you sit alone in your dorm room, trying to study, you feel incredibly overwhelmed. It's exam week again :(

Then, you hear a knock at the door.

"Delivery for [y/n]!"

You could recognize that voice anywhere.

After opening the door, a giddy Hyunsuk enters your room with some strawberry milk in his hands. He opens the carton for you and encourages you to take a sip.

"Refreshing?" he asks you, and you nod.

"I ran all the way here so it would stay cold!"

"Hyunsuk, it's winter, anyway."

Hyunsuk pauses, realizing his mistake. Then, he laughs it off.

"I know our event planning session went terribly last night and you have some exams left to work on still, but you're gonna get through this, okay? I'll be here with you," Hyunsuk tells you, stretching his arms out and offering you a hug.

His jacket feels cool on your cheek, but the hug still feels warm. Your boyfriend only pulls away to cup your face in his hands and ask if he's allowed to kiss you. When he does, he does so ever so softly and for a long time.

"Tastes like strawberries," he smiles, touching your bottom lip with his thumb.

4th drink ♡ water

"I'm so thirsty!" Hyunsuk groans as the two of you run along a trail near campus.

"I told you to bring some water for yourself," you pant, scolding the boy. He laughs while continuing to run.

"[y/nnnnnnn]," he sings a few moments later, approaching you from behind.

"Can't you let me have a sip of yours?"

"The bottle is so small, Hyunsuk!"

"PLEASEEEEEEE?!"

You sigh, slowing your pace until you both stop running. You hold out your water to him and he takes it with a smile, taking huge gulps.

"Hey, stop! Leave some for me!" you whine, slapping his arm.

He rubs the spot where you hit him, acting as though he's hurt while continuing to drink.

"Thanks for the water," Hyunsuk says after handing you your bottle back. He gives you a wink and a kiss on the cheek before starting to run again.

"Slowest person has to pay for our lunch!" he yells.

"Get back here! You didn't even give me time to drink my water, too!" you shout, quickly taking a sip before you follow behind him.

5th drink ♡ milk tea

"So the instructions say that now we leave them on medium heat for as long as we like," you say, reading out the instructions on the back of the tapioca packet.

"For as long as we want?!" Hyunsuk asks, looking up from the pot of boiling water with some pearls floating around in it.

"Yeah, if we want the pearls to be softer, we leave it in longer!"

"Okay, I guess we just wait a minute or two," Hyunsuk says, putting the lid back on the pot and slowly walking towards you. He rests his head on your shoulder and you reach out to ruffle his hair with your free hand.

Before you know it, you've overcooked the tapioca into a squishy mess, but the two of you still eat your soft boba pearls and milk tea.

"I like my boba soft 'n squishy anyway!" Hyunsuk declares after taking a sip from your shared cup.

"I'm glad you do," you say, taking a sip after him and laughing at his attempted positivity.

There's some silence between the two of you until Hyunsuk speaks up.

"Wanna buy some boba from the campus boba shop?" he asks.

You nod, laughing because you had predicted this, yet you couldn't have said no to Hyunsuk earlier when he asked you with a pout if you could try making boba together.

6th drink ♡ alcohol

"Cheers!"

All the glasses hit each other before meeting their owners' lips, their contents being downed by everyone at the table.

"I just want to say that it has definitely been hard for all of us this year, but we've all done a great job," Hyunsuk says. His hand rests on your thigh after he talks, gently stroking it to reassure you in this hectic environment.

"You did a good job too, Hyunsuk," you tell your boyfriend, placing your hand on his. He smiles at you shyly in response.

As the alcohol takes its effect, many of the club members start to get quite rowdy and annoying. Hyunsuk senses that it's making you uncomfortable, and he whispers into your ear.

"Wanna go out for some air?"

When you nod, he takes your hand in his and guides you outside.

"Where's the club leader going?" someone whines.

"Just getting some air!" Hyunsuk responds, quickly rushing you outside before anyone begs the two of you to stay.

The two of you giggle as though you're children sneaking out.

Under the street lamps outside, both of you stand quietly side by side, just holding hands. There's no need for either of you to say anything: just being there together is enough. Hyunsuk rests his head on your shoulder and you rest your head on his, or try to at least. You feel his soft hairs tickling your cheek and it makes you smile.

[waywardtakami]

- don't leave me

✦pairing: hawks x gn!reader

✦c/w: language, slight mha manga spoilers, 16+ only , angst

✦a/n: hello!! I'm very excited about this fic, it's my first gn one! It's been sitting in my wips for so long and I'm finally happy with it. hopefully people will still read this without there being smut. thank you! <3

✦summary: hawks gets hurt during a mission...

✦w/c: 2k

Keigo had left you again to fight in another mission. He had only been gone for a few days, but you wished he was with you instead. You missed him so much. He hadn't been physically by your side in so long, causing your heart to ache again. Times like these were practically torture. Waking up without him by your side was agonizing, but you were used to it.

His job was all-consuming and you knew him being away for large amounts of time would affect you when you committed yourself to this relationship. There was a constant worry for his life and maybe a little for your own. 

You and Kei decided to keep your relationship as private as possible so no one would go after you. He didn't want anyone to kidnap or hurt you. 

Even though his musk scent was flooded throughout your shared home, you still tried distracting yourself the best you could.

After making your favorite food, you plopped onto the couch and turned on the TV to try and take your mind off him. 

As the TV flickered on, your boyfriend's face flashed across the screen. A gruff voice played over what was being shown. You assumed it was just something about his stats or a recent interview per usual. It didn't help the feeling in your heart subside by seeing him.

You changed the channel, again and again. But every channel had been taken over by the same broadcast. You eventually fixated and listened.

Your heart dropped.

Hawks had been accused of murder. 

"Murder...?" you mumbled to yourself. "No..he...what?" Your heart was beating so fast it felt like it was about to thump out of your chest. You were stuck in a pool of emotions of confusion and immense shock, it was like your head was on fire. 

Dabi...one of the League of Villain members was behind this. All the information you received was from Keigo's colleagues and the media. 

Keigo had been hurt bad...real bad.

The fact that you couldn't do anything about it had you overwhelmed and panicked. When you finally found out which hospital he was brought to through FatGum, you drove yourself there.

Of course he was brought to one one of the furthest ones from where you guys lived. On top of that, traffic was horrendous. With everything that had gone down, the citizens of the city were frantic and trying to get home to their families.

Your hands and entire body practically trembled while driving. Your eyes pricked with tears at the thought of Keigo's wounded state. "He's fine he's fine he's FINE!" You kept telling yourself over and over. 

When you made it to the hospital, there was a large number of people in the waiting room. The sounds of people clamoring in and trying to get a room were deafening. You hurried over to the front desk. 

"Hello Ma'am I need to see Hawks, he should be here." She wouldn't let you in his room. You wanted to see him, no you needed to see him. You started crying, pleading, begging for her to let you go in his room. But the front desk lady apologized and insisted he needed to rest and isn't accepting visitors. 

You knew it was really because she probably thought you were just some fan of his. Or maybe even a reporter trying to sneak in photos. But no, you were his baby, his life, and they weren't going to let you in.

"I'M HIS DAMN PARTNER FOR GOD SAKES!" You yell while slamming your fist against the counter. You didn't realize how much impact you put into your fist until you felt pain in your hand. The waiting room goes almost quiet and heads turn to look at you. You glance back to see all the faces turned to you. 

Your voice softens from embarrassment. "Please...just let me see him." Your fist still against the counter looking at the nurse with tears streaming down your face. 

She stands up and moves closer, "I'm so sorry, I believe you…" She slides a clip board with a few papers attached. "...but we can't let you in just yet he's still recovering from his injuries, he needs to rest right now. Please fill these out while you wait." She looks back up with you with a faint smile. She really does believe you. She can see it in your eyes, the pain, she understood.

You release your hand, and pick up the clipboard. Looking at her on the other side of the counter you give her a face flustered nod and mouth a quick "thank you."

You go sit down comfortably in one of the empty chairs to wait for keigo to wake up...

The news of your wounded boyfriend was already half across Japan. After filling out the forms you scroll through your phone to calm yourself down. You kept seeing post after post about him. Almost all news headlines had his name. 

You think to yourself about how much of it is all bullshit and that he's fine. Deep down you weren't sure if the words your brain kept telling you were true. You click on one of the posts about him that reads: 

"THE NUMBER TWO PRO HERO DEAD" 

Your heart skips a beat, but quickly you realize it's just a fake. You scroll through, lightly skimming the bullcrap you were reading. You scroll and see a photo taken of him the night he was brought to the hospital. You wonder how the press even got a photo of him. You focus on the photo, he does look dead. It only showed his upper body, completely covered in burns. More tears forming at the corners of your eyes just seeing him in the photo. Oh and his wings, his big bright vermilion wings...gone.

You were a complete mess at this point but your sniffles and choked sobs were interrupted by the front desk lady waving to you. "He's awake." 

Quickly following her into the room you see him. As you stand in the doorway for a moment, your heart sinks. You hurry to him. He had bandages wrapped around his head. His hair was short and mostly singed off. And his wings...they really were gone. "I'll leave you two alone," the nurse walks out and closes the door behind her.

You turn back to him.

"Kei?" you whimpered out.

His half lidded eyes look at you. His formerly bright, charming and yellow pupils have become dark and filled with anguish. He was wearing a mask over his nose and mouth with two tubes coming from the sides of it. He couldn't speak or breath himself, due to his throat being burned. 

Of course he knew it was you. Tears welled up deep inside and coursed down his cheeks. Seeing him like this had your body nauseas. You move to cup your hand on his face, feeling the material of his mask rather than his soft subtle skin. You graze your thumb against his cheekbone to wipe away his tears.

You pick up one of his hands to hold it in yours. "Kei….I'm so glad you're okay." You were sniffling through each word. He slowly raises his arm to point to the phone sitting on the table near his hospital bed. Handing it to him, you watch as his calloused fingers type out what he wants to say. 

"Angel, I've missed you so much, please never leave my side." You faintly smile at him, wishing you could hear those words come from his mouth and not the AI voice. 

"I won't leave you Keigo, I'm here, I won't go anywhere."

He types again. "I'm pretty beat up, but I think I'll make it."

Your ears focus on "think" for a moment. "Yes Kei you'll be fine, everything's gonna be okay. You felt a bit better being in his presence but you still couldn't bear the sight of him. Your eyes began to prick with tears once again and this time Kei was the one who bought his hand up to brush your tears away just like you did moments ago. 

You try your best to wrap your arms around him without causing him anymore pain. You could feel him wince when you laid your head against his chest. "Sorry Kei I didn't mean to hur-" He waves his hand and shakes his head, signaling that it's okay.

Your body looked calm despite how tangled your mind was.There were many questions that flooded your mind. So many things you wanted to say. But you could worry about the details later. Right now you were finally with him again, there was no way you were letting him leave you ever again.

You were bent over, upper body on top of him at an awkward position. You didn't want to hurt him, so this had to work.

Despite the position, you took in the moment with your boyfriend. Feeling his chest slowly rise up and down. You close your eyes and imagine you were back home with him in bed. Just snuggling on a weekend afternoon, light shining in on him making his wings light up beautifully against the sun. His golden locks and glowing skin, his scent washing over your senses. Your warm bodies practically glued together. You wanted that again, you wanted everything back to normal.

He moved one of his scarred hands to your back, slowly rubbing up and down. He knew he wasn't going to make it. He was fighting so hard on the inside. So damn hard...for you. He didn't want to leave you, he couldn't. His mind wandered about the life he had planned to have with you.

He faintly smiled under the mask when he imagined you walking down the aisle...holding your first child...sitting in little rocking chairs growing old together. That's all he wanted.

Both of your tears never stopped. You were both silent. The only sounds to be heard were each other's quiet sniffles and the monitor Keigo was attached to, making a faint beep to his heart beat. Still laying on his chest, his breathing started to slow and so did the beeping, being lost in the moment you didn't notice really but he knew.

He waved his hand signaling for you to stand up and brought his hand to take off his mask. He couldn't hold on much longer. Every aching pain inside him felt like knives stabbing his insides and with each stab more time from his life was taken.

"Kei, you need to keep it on to breath, please." He shakes his head and takes it off anyways. The beeping still started to slow. The mask hung off the side of his face. His honeyed voice now husk from the burns. 

"Baby...I love you so...so.." He coughs making him hiss at the pain.

"No..fuck..Kei stop, you're going to be okay just put the damn mask on." 

"I'm too..far..gone, I have no more fight left." 

Holding his jaw in your hands,your face inches from him. "No you have to stay strong for me, please don't leave me again, I can't do this without you." 

"Kid...please...when I'm gone...find someone else and-

"NO- I ONLY WANT YOU!" You cry out, holding his head to your chest. Long-lasting sobs leaving your mouth.

"I love...you" His breathing is heavy from trying to speak. He needed to tell you this. He needed you to understand how much he loves you.

Moving his head from your chest. "I love you too...kiego." You manage to say through your choked sobs. 

You move to have your lips brush his, softly, delicately, like butterfly wings, just long enough that he could inhale your breath, feel the warmth of your skin. He closes his eyes and connects his lips to yours. It was deep and passionate, like you were kissing him for the first time. You held one side of his face with one hand, and held his hand with the other. 

But when you pull away, his eyes don't open. It's like that's all he wanted, no needed. One last kiss, one last touch. To feel you. 

His breathing completely slows, and you're left with the prolonged beep of the monitor. He was gone. The man who was always too fast for his own good, had left you and the world too fast.

✶tag list: @levithestripper @sleepysnk @conniesspringersgf @regretfulfairies @miyanom @sashatotie @romeoandjuliet96 @strawberry-pp @megvmi-s @cinnamonnn-roll @gooddayzarerare @kkodzvken

[pvremichigan]

🗣 CJ & IJ ?

"Ah jeez where do I start..."

"CJ. Now I've never been able to have children due to my kind, nor do I want to have any. But he has been the son I never thought I needed and the friend I never thought I'd have. That boy brought me back into this world after I hid away yet again. He's seen me at my worst and best and his loyalty is unfaltering. The closer we grew, the more pain I felt for his suffering growing up. I don't know every single detail, but he shared with me something he hasn't shown many people, if anyone else at all. He trusts me. I trust him. Fully. I know how other people view him but they don't see him like I do. They don't see the love he can express because they don't deserve it. He's one smart fucking kid. Pretty much a genius. He has unbelievable talent and skill. Despite the fucking hell he walked through, he still came out with a crown on his head."

"I envy him, I do... At times I even look up to him. A human of all people, imagine that... In fact, I see his entire worth. I don't think he'll ever be able to love himself the way I love him but that's okay... A mothers love is far different than the love you give yourself. However... I hope I can teach him how to love himself. He is far more than he realizes."

"The government thinks this is a game... Until it eventually comes around to bite them in the ass." "CJ means the world to me. I love that boy so fuckin' much. Sometimes I start to worry... Even cry a little knowing someday he's going to have to go. Pass on... It hurts. It hurts when I consider the fact that he grew up with only himself and his buddy to rely on. But I know I have to be strong for the both of us."

"He's got a childlike side too. I've seen him, he's goofy. He's a dumbass sometimes. He's so loving. He has skills I never even knew he had. Sometimes I feel like I could spend days around him just listening to his stupid stories and fun antics him and his friends get into. He's so passionate, I would hate to ever see that passion burn out."

"I can't lose him... There's something different about him, man, I swear... I know he's human but he feels like far more."

"He's a blessing. He's a gift..."

"He's hope."

Uh oh on to the next guy!

"I don't wanna do this one."

That sucks! Anyways.

"IJ. Well... I'm hesitating on this a lot. Not out of hatred, but more out of my stubborn prideful nature. I can't say anything bad about him. He's proven every single negative theory I had about him wrong. Every obstacle I try to throw his way just to catch him messing up and he leaps those hurdles like it's a walk in the park. It breaks my heart because the whole time... His eyes are on me. I've never had that. I don't know what to do with this..."

"It's overwhelming, it's too much. Yet if any of it is reeled back at this point, I'll end up grasping it for dear life. Maybe it's just me trying to adjust but it's all so intense."

"Maybe because he's finally giving me what I didn't realize I always needed and longed for. Y'know if you starve and end up indulging on food... You get sick. This is my ailment."

"An illness I wouldn't cure for the life of me."

"He's changed a lot. He's no where near who he used to be. The version of him I hated. He's become everything I adore and admire. And after everything I've had to fuckin' deal with, it ain't selfish to admit that his devotion and inseparable loyalty for me are the thing I needed most. I don't need to be worshipped or praised. I just need what he's giving. I feel like a leech sometimes craving this shit but he reminds me constantly that he has so much love and loyalty to give that I doubt this scratches the surface."

"He never left my side. He's always been about me. He's always been here for me, it's always been me. He could've chosen anywhere else to live, anyone else to stay with. Not saying he only lives for me, I'd fucking hate that. He has individuality, he's his own person. He doesn't put himself below me, he doesn't put himself last."

"I don't know... I don't know if it's too soon to say this to this degree... It's only been two months. We've only been together two months."

"But knowing him for two years... Hating him for 90% of it... I wonder if that hatred towards the end was just projection or not because..."

"I love him. I love him too much, it feels like."

"I just... Really fuckin' love him. I wish I could slow down, take this slower and not run into things just to be safe but the more I hold back, the more I run faster."

"He's so fucking cool too, have you seen his abilities?! Dude has BLACK BLOOD, you kiddin'? And those eyes? The fucking gold in them? Holy fuck... It's not just gold tinted, it looks like tiny flakes of gold. It's so bizarre. I hate what they did to him in that facility, whatever bullshit they put him through but he turned out beautiful. And I don't use that lightly."

"And his fucking voice?"

She runs a hand down her mouth in frustrated disbelief. You could consider it a swoon but she will not call it that and neither will you.

"I don't find people attractive often, it's a very rare thing for me. But this motherfucker? I hate it, I HATE it because I feel like I could go on for hours. Maybe it's not attraction, maybe it's infatuation. But still, it's something and it might be too fuckin' much for anybody at this point."

"He's done a lot for me. He's proven all my worries wrong. Doesn't mean I won't still worry, but I... I don't think I'm scared anymore. I think I can trust him a little more with his promises. Only time will tell but... I trust him to make the right decisions."

"I'm glad he invaded my life. I'm glad he wouldn't leave me alone."

"He's everything I love. Not just personally, but in general."

"I'm beyond glad we met."

"I'm beyond glad I met both of them. They're my boys... I wouldn't trade them for the world."

[scenariosbutmakeitgay]

Jahad x female Reader. A sequel to the dead reader, who gave her lecalicus, (yes hi!! I'm here again hru?) She lives and now encounters Jahad after all these years but her memories are fuzzy so she barely remembers anything.

hiii, I'm quite alright! wbu?

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You didn't know many things to be honest. Every memory from before entering the Tower felt incomplete, and trying to remember what had happened back then made your head hurt. Naturally, learning about the past became one of your goals, and the main reason to climb to the top. Something was missing, and subconsciously you just knew it had to be important. The only thing haunting your mind from that period was a reappearing nightmare. It always left a burning feeling of fierce flames. They consumed everything they touched, and tried to embrace your body, but to no avail. The pattern is always the same – when you are on the verge of death, and close to pleading for your life, an almost silent scream escapes your lips. Everything goes black, and you shiver as a pair of warm hands picks you up. Their touch is nothing like the flames – it's pleasant, and makes the surrounding heat calmer. That's where everything ends.

You assumed it might be a lost memory of yours, but even though you've seen that scene thousands of times, it was quite fuzzy. You weren't the only one who wanted to reach at least a piece of their past. One of your teammates, Bam, had the very same problem. It created a sense of closure between the two of you. Sometimes you wished you were born somewhere else – with no secrets to decipher, and no need to fight for them. But wishing wasn't going to get you anywhere, and you knew about it. After all, the Tower was all about actions, not intentions.

“How long has it been since I've last done this?” Jahad wondered, and ran his hand through his hair. He hasn't entered any lower floors of the Tower for ages because of his hibernation. After waking up, everything felt overwhelming. Even Lecalicus stopped fitting his hand. There were two main reasons for his sudden awakening. The first one was obviously FUG's new Slayer nominee, yet he wasn't Jahad's main concern. There was something too familiar in the Tower's energy. Jahad could feel the presence of someone he swore to never forget, and it made him feel extremely uneasy. He knew he wouldn't mistake it for anyone else, but hell, you were dead for centuries! And as far as he remembered, dead people usually don't tend to walk among the living. He had to pay you a visit, but without drawing any attention. The best way to do it was, of course, when the night fell.

It was a surprisingly relaxing day for you. No training, no tests, no Khun yelling at you for making some really dumb mistake. It seemed almost unreal. Wouldn't life be more beautiful if there were more days like this one? Maybe to some extent, but resting too much isn't a good idea. You still had a few floors to climb! As you sat down on your bed, your eyes automatically felt like closing. It wasn't that late, though. The sun has already disappeared, but it wasn't a full-blown night yet. The sky still haven't changed its hue to inky blue, and there were no stars in sight. You knew it was all fake, but despite everything it filled you with amazement. Some people feared the night. It was dark, scary, and possibly dangerous. That was the thing you loved about it the most. When everything seemed to fade, and cover in shadows, it left a magnificent void behind. As you stared into the abyss, it looked back at you, and reflected your pure vulnerability with nothing to cover it with.

“You haven't changed that much, have you?” a quiet voice behind you wondered with bemusement. It sounded awfully familiar, but you had no idea where you knew it from.

You turned around to see the source of the voice. A tall man with blond hair was standing near the door to your room. You didn't recognize him, but he didn't look like someone who'd look for unnecessary fights.

“Who are you?” you asked. “And why are you in my room?”

He seemed surprised at your reaction, but quickly collected himself.

“I see, you don't remember,” he mumbled. “I was the first one to climb the Tower. I was the greatest Fisherman in battle. And I pioneered a civilization of mutual understanding among the people of the Tower. But you probably know me best by a different word. The word... 'King'.”

You choked on your own saliva upon hearing the man's speech. It couldn't be possible! What would someone so important want from you?

“King Jahad...” you gulped nervously. “Can I be of any help to you?”

Jahad chuckled, and even though his face wasn't fully visible, you could feel his lingering gaze.

“I think there's quite a story I am obligated to tell you,” he stated. “And it all started with flames.”

You didn't know what to believe. It all felt too surreal, but as Jahad continued with his tale about warriors, adventures, and new beginnings, your memories started to lose their fuzziness. You didn't know what to do.

“Don't you fear it all?” you asked dryly. “Life, death, and the thin line between them.”

Jahad seemed hesitant with his answer.

“Everyone does,” he stated. “I thought you died because of me centuries ago! It scared me. I saw your body getting pierced, and there was so much blood...” His voice wasn't as calm as before. It was filled with uncertainty, and sounded oddly melancholic. “And now? Now you're standing next to me, and act as if that atrocious event never happened!”

A testament to his pain escaped through his voice. It was all over. Because you're there, you're alive, damn, you're breathing again!

“Jahad...” his name sounded so foreign, even though you've said it thousands of times.

Thank you, Jahad.

“I know nothing about tomorrow, and I feel like even today is uncertain.”

Thank you for everything.

“But I promise that if I have another opportunity to trade my life for yours, I won't hesitate to do it again.”

I love you, and I always will.

Jahad was concerned. You couldn't be that reckless, or could you?

“There will be no second chance to do it,” he assured you. As Jahad came closer, his face became more visible. The hue of molten gold in his eyes reminded you of everything you cherished, and looking at him felt like falling in love once again. Maybe your fates didn't differ from each other that much. There was a visible line which showed where the King ended, and Jahad began. He crossed it when he entered your room. Because the King was cruel, and soulless, and vengeful. And Jahad? Jahad was an adventurer, a young man who liked to make decisions a little too quickly. Jahad was your first love, and your savior, and he felt so warm. Jahad was there, achievable, and he was the only tomorrow you wanted.

[pjoseries]

hi! congrats on reaching 600 followers!! i'm a brand new follower and i'd love to request ✨ a drabble for percabeth and soulmate (born with a tattoo of soulmate's last words) thank you and congrats again!

✨ soulmates are born with a tattoo of their soulmate's last words (ao3 link)

(***post-canon, major character death, some violence)

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The ocean is quiet today. The waves skirt passed her ankles like it’s afraid to overwhelm her. It won’t. Nothing about the water can—too many memories steeped in sunlight, gold dripping through her hands until all that’s left are remnants of the shine she once experienced. She should try to thank Poseidon for taming the sea for the day, but she thinks he needs it too. He’s always been fond of Percy and despite knowing him for years, the death of his son will still weigh heavily on him. 

Annabeth curls her knees up to her chest and she settles her head down, one hand drifting mindlessly through the sand. It takes her a minute to realize she was doodling Percy’s features, nothing really distinct. Just the sharp line of a jaw, the swoop of his hair, the curve of his smile. It hasn’t been long since the funeral, since she gripped Percy’s shroud in her hands and watched as everyone bowed their head and spoke a prayer when it caught flame, but she’s so scared of forgetting his face. She wipes away the sand on her bare calves, letting it stick to her even if the coarseness of it makes her itch under her skin. 

She can’t help but remember the last time his funeral happened, years ago when they were both just teens, and Percy barged in on his shroud burning. Gods, the anger left as quickly as it appeared, too busy drowning in relief at the sight of him. She remembers those weeks after she left Percy to die on that mountain, remembers how she thought with a bitter tinge of regret that he wasn’t her soulmate, but he was her best friend and she lost him and it took everything in her not to break down because it was her fault. 

Then he came back. But he’s not coming back this time. Not even if she begs the gods, travels down to Hades to bargain for his soul herself. She’s not Orpheus and he’s not Eurydice and they’re not a tragedy or some messed up story that can be solved with a few tricks and pretty words. 

Percy’s dead.  

He said the last words etched into the fabric of her skin. That’s more permanent than death. 

His words ache on the side of her ribs, burning a little. It’s nothing she hasn’t dealt with before, so she just shifts quietly to ease the pain. 

There’s a crash of a wave that’s louder in her ears and somebody sits next to her. She doesn’t turn her head from her view of the sea. Bits of sun peaks through the gray skies and it hits the water, bouncing the light back up to her own gaze. The ocean today is a few shades off from Percy’s eyes. 

“I’m sorry for your loss,” Poseidon says, something caught in his throat. Annabeth ignores it and nods in acknowledgement. 

She coughs. “I’m sorry for yours too.”

They stay silent and the waves recede even more, not like when Percy does it. He restrains it so much when he’s emotional, it roars back at him, a perfect representation of his own thoughts. Today though, it’s not suppressed and bubbling and ready to strike out again. It’s just sad.  

“He’s probably waiting in Elysium.” The for you is implied, but she hears it all the same. 

“You knew?” she asks, spreading her legs out in front of her. She risks a glance at Poseidon and, fuck, it hurts so much to see Percy in him. She adds, almost casually if it’s not for her eyes stinging from the tears she’s holding back, “That we’re soulmates. Were soulmates.”

“It’s not a known fact, but we can sense soulmates. Not to the extent that Aphrodite does, but the stronger the bond, the more apparent it is.”

“How long have you known?”

“Oh, early on,” he says, giving her a gentle smile. “Perhaps when you were dancing back in Olympus. The first time, mind you.”

The laugh that leaves her chest is a little wobbly. She wipes her tears away swiftly. “I miss him. So much.”

“I do too.”

“I don’t know how I’m gonna do this without him,” she says, her hands trembling. “He had so many years left, so many left—” with me. “A-and now I have to live without him? Stupid Seaweed Brain. He could’ve at least waited a few more damn years! Demigods don’t live long anyway, I’d probably get killed by some rogue monster.” 

In a fit of childish anger, she throws some sand at the sea. It doesn’t help. She huffs out an exasperated breath and lays down, throwing an arm over her eyes. The sand tickles at her scalp and she can feel a lump of slimy seaweed near her arm. 

Stupid seaweed. 

Her chest shakes with silent sobs and Poseidon taps at her shoulder, giving her time to grieve. And she has time. All the time, without Percy. 

Annabeth sends a prayer to Percy and thinks, I’ll see you later.

It must’ve been the wind, but she can almost hear a voice call back: Take your time. I’m not going anywhere. 

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Annabeth finds Percy in the crowd and jumps into his awaiting arms, ignoring any odd stares that’s sent her way. He lifts her up off her feet and twirls her around before kissing the tip of her nose. He grins widely, his dimple widening and she presses her lips to it. 

“Missed you,” she says into his cheek. 

“Missed you too, baby,” he says, then whispers, “How’s Olympus holding up?”

She rolls her eyes and threads her arm through Percy’s, gripping at his elbow as they start walking down to their apartment. “You’d think after fifteen years, they’d finally stop arguing about statute placements. Anyway, forget that. Who are we meeting today for dinner? Is it Demeter’s kids or Apollo’s?” 

“Neither, it’s Nike’s kids today.”

Percy makes it a tradition to bring some of the kids out one day of the week to Sally’s for a wellness check-up and ask if they need a place to crash while some transition out of camp back into the world. Annabeth thinks it’s sweet that Percy’s such a caring camp counselor. She knows if someone ever did that for her back when she was a year-round camper, she’d cry. As much as she loves it (and she does, enough to share some of Percy’s camp duties when she has some free time during summer), it’s rather isolating. 

While they’re walking, they hear the sound of metal and hissing and they take one look at each other before they run towards the alleyway. 

It’s one of the kids, bruised up and bleeding, but her sword’s still up despite her whole arm shaking. The kid’s eyes catch Percy’s and her body relaxes slightly, but enough for the empousa on the far right to begin striking. 

Percy quickly uncaps riptide and intercepts it. His movements are sure and steady, moving his body in front of the kid’s. Annabeth flicks her wrist and her knife comes down easily in her hand. She circles the next two empousi on the left and manages to kill one by surprise. Annabeth’s lucky she’s wearing a simple tee and jeans instead of her usual outfit whenever she goes up to Olympus. There’s way too many for one kid and her mind whirs with hundreds of possible answers as to why there’s a hoard near Sally’s apartment tonight. Despite her thoughts, she manages to gut another one while Percy’s fighting off two more and the kid another. 

In what seems like a split second, the kid screams and Percy turns around and blocks the attack that would’ve gone through the kid’s heart. But as he does so, his back turns against the other two and Annabeth rushes to fight them off because, dammit, she should’ve had his back. In a panic, she throws her knife and it lodges into one of their heads, leaving her knife clattering on the ground surrounded by dust. But she’s too late. Gods, she’s too late. 

Annabeth picks her knife back up, but the empousa tears a whole through Percy’s side, just as he kills the one targeting the kid. Annabeth yells, feral and wild, and slits the empousa’s throat, the last of their gurgling laugh dying as they turn to dust. 

Percy slumps to the floor and Annabeth rushes to him. She pats at her pockets for her emergency stash of ambrosia, but they’re flat. She turns towards the kid, frantic, and orders, “Run back to Sally’s and grab the ambrosia.”

The kid’s eyes were flickering towards Percy’s stomach. Frightened. Annabeth doesn’t have the guts to admit that she’s frightened too. “Go.”

The kid runs and Annabeth’s attention is back to Percy who’s shivering. They have no water, no ambrosia, and they’re in the middle of a damn alleyway and he’s bleeding out so fast. Shit. 

“Percy,” she says, trembling. “Can you move? We have to move, baby.”

“Can’t,” he grits out. He lets out a forced laugh. “Think my insides are gonna pop out.”

Annabeth’s vision is blurry and she can’t fucking see anything. She shudders in a breath and tries to gently hold Percy together. “Percy, please. Please, this can’t be how it ends. You’re supposed to be with me forever.”

“Sorry,” he says. “Sorry, baby. My—fuck, my forever isn’t that long. Glad I spent it with you.”

“We have to get out of here,” she mutters, leaning down and pressing her forehead to his. Her tears fall on his cheeks. She repeats, “We have to get out of here.”

There’s something unbearably sad in Percy’s gaze. The hand that’s not pressed to his stomach reaches up and tucks her hair back. It falls back down, too weak to hold itself up any longer. “Everything will be alright. It’s okay, Annabeth. Everything will be alright.”

She shakes her head and sobs.

Those are the words tattooed on her ribs. When she reaches up again to say more, Percy’s eyes were glazed and distant, staring up at the gloomy sky. 

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When they find her, she’s still crying, holding her dead soulmate to her chest.

[toonytoodles]

Random fun fact time! Ft. OCs! (Repost because I added more/ edited a lot of stuff)

Avery -

- Sneezes like a kitten, and most of the time she accidentally uses her fire breathe when she sneezes, so watch out

- Sleeps on a rock

- Is made uncomfortable by actual dragons, it's just... too weird for her...

- Has a strange and inexplicable extreme fear of eels

- Reacts to fear by singing/humming/speaking very loudly, and also by running and screaming (basically, how markilpler acts when playing horror games? yeah that)

- At least once a week her dad has to help her brush through her hair, he says they should get it cut but she absolutely refuses

- Owns a few pairs of gloves- most of which look nearly identical. Some are for different days, some pairs are for bedtime, and some are for special occasions, but she also has some different types and styles of gloves for different events

- Loves the holidays, dislikes the weather that comes with it

- Absolutely hates people touching/messing with her tail, even if it's by accident she gets kinda mad. That's hers- don't touch it. (Emma's the only exception to this simply because it can't be avoided- although Emma does try to touch it as little as possible)

- Slightly allergic to pollen

- She has a clicking-like purr

- If you scratch under her chin she'll purr and relax, but if scratch a certain spot on her neck she'll sleepily fall over

- Adopted as an egg and raised by her human father and fairy mother

- Has a Scottish accent 

- Works as a Glazier (glass blower) and makes potion bottles, also helps with making the potions, and occasionally costumer service and boring stuff like stocking/inventory

Emma -

- Plays with hoodie strings and/or hair when upset or nervous (it happens often, her hoodie strings are sorta worn out)

- She's a big fan of animals! Especially bears, puppies, and unicorns, she thinks they're adorable! When she was younger she used to like dragons quite a bit too

- She's a protective friend and big sister, and she's a little over protective over people she cares about

- Tends to read into things; if your tone or demeanor is slightly different she begins worrying that something's wrong or that she did something. She also tends to believe that no one actually wants to be her friend or wants to be nice to her, but that they're only being nice because they're afraid of her or pity her.

- LOVES HUGS!!! Absolutely loves them, hugging other giants, hugging people smaller than her, getting hugs, giving hugs, she loves hugs

- Once accidentally ate a fake candy cane decoration, off someone's front lawn, because she thought it was real gigantic candy, left out for giants (she was like four, so it made sense to her then, but she still gets made fun for it a bit by her family)

- Loves snow and winter

- Her favorite color is probably blue

- Is surprisingly good at sneaking up on people, for someone 30ft tall she's quiter than most borrowers

- Is the second oldest of five kids, her older brother Rory is 23, her younger brother Richard is 15, and her youngest sisters Aroura and Tiana are 6 and 8, and they're all pretty close

- Her dad is a size shifter, and so are Richard and Tiana, the rest of the family are giants

- She's ambidextrous

- Very cautious of her surroundings

- Hates surprises/being scared

- Bi-romantic and ace

Sofia -

- Can write without looking at what she's doing

- Only wears slip on shoes or shoes with Velcro/zippers, she never learned how to tie them, she couldn't figure out what to do with her head or look at what she was doing

- She's an artist! She likes to paint!

- Has a hard time saying "no," so when she says it, she means it

- Hates surprises and people sneaking up on her

- Has a pet python named Albert

- Probably the only person on the planet who has worse anxiety than Emma

- Don't call her "Soph" or "Sophie," and she gets mildly annoyed when her name is misspelled

- Typically uses right arm to carry head and left hand for everything else

- Has a weird sense of humor

- Has a million stuffed animals, has like 20 on her bed, but Rupert the blue bunny is her favorite

- She has an enchanted scarf that allows her to wear her head when needed, she doesn't usually use it because she's not used to it & it gives her anxiety (she's scared of the scarf falling off/being taken off unexpectedly) but she has it and uses it on occasion, mostly at home

- She doesn't let anyone else hold her head, it seriously freaks her out, her dad is the only exception, but Avery held her once for a group photo (her body took the picture)

-She loves singing and has a soft beautiful voice but is too shy to sing around anyone 🎶

- She was bullied when she was younger and doesn't like to talk about it, she already gets emotional easily and those memories hurt

- She loves Avery's jokes and has a bit of a weird sense of humor

- She's adopted, she lives with her human father (another fun fact, her dad is one of Avery's parents best friends!)

- Unlike Avery, she wasn't adopted as a baby, she was about 6-7ish when she was adopted

- Loves vegetables

- Gets embarrassed easily

- Doesn't go out of her comfort zone, she only does stuff when Avery basically forces her to

- She really likes Emma, but is also sorta scared of her sometimes, she's just scared of people and being looked at, so she can be a little overwhelming without meaning to be, it's nothing personal and she knows Emma wouldn't hurt a fly, she's just scared of people and sometimes Emma is a lot of person

- Doesn't want Emma to hold her (Emma respects it, although sometimes they work it out to where Emma can give her a gentle hug)

-Her favorite season is fall

-She loves rabbits and frogs, but won't admit she loves horses (there's a stereotype that all dullahans love horses, she won't give in)

-Hates confrontation

-Loves vanilla cake

-Hates strangers and people she's not comfortable around being anywhere near her

- Pansexual

- Sorta has a voice claim, but it's weird and sorta difficult to explain?

Andie -

- Has a French accent (picked it up from dad)

- One of my only OCs to have a voice claim

- Plays the flute

- Mean, selfish, and self centered, but somehow also a good person

- Sings sentences sometimes

- Scared of turtles

- Works as a bard/waitress at the family tavern

- Unfortunately she is heterosexual

Andy -

- Somehow didn't pick up their fathers accent

- One of my only OCs to have a voice claim

- Plates the lute

- Genuine and kind hearted, but also a bumbling moron

- Dreams of being a song writer, wants to be a professional musician

- Works as a bard/waiter at the family tavern

- Bi, but prefers women

Clementine -

- A book worm

- Likes to sing

- Practices magic, knows a few interesting spells

- Sometimes her and Avery fight over magic usage vs. potion usage (they know it's a dumb fight, but they don't care, at this point it's a joke)

- She's a white tailed deer

- She has great hearing, and is usually very aware of her surroundings

- She wants to be a magic professor as an adult

- Demisexual, pan, but prefers men

Pond-

- Elementals don't really have gender, she chooses to present as female and use female pronouns

- Can't "see," but rather senses vibrations, since she's made out of water she doesn't have eyes, but based on other senses she can get around just fine

- She can't smell either

- Doesn't care for romance

- Has 4 pet fish she keeps with her, named Karl, Frank, Phillip, and Fish

- She has a baby sister, Brook

- She's odd and can be off putting unless you know her pretty well, then her weirdness is sort of endearing

- She can tell her friends apart by the way they walk and their gestures, and of course their voices, but really has no idea what any of them look like, she knows their species and the normal traits of those species, but not much outside that

- She doesn't eat or drink

- Smart, but sorta reckless

- Sorta hard to hug :( but the others still try

Sapphire -

- Has minimal size shifting abilities, but prefers to be her true size, she loves sitting on her husband's shoulders or in his pockets (She's about 5ft in her bigger form)

- Used to be an adventurer, at one point she was a pirate

- Met her husband on one of her adventures

- Has a Scottish accent

- She has a sword her size (no it's not a toothpick or a toy or anything, she has an actual tiny sword) 🗡

- Makes potions for the shop and deals with customers

- Grew up outside of Tradeskeep, her and Kal retired from their adventuring career and settled down there

Kalvin -

- Used to be an adventurer/ mercenary

- Huge, ripped, has all kinds of scars, but his 4" tall wife is scarier than he his, he's basically a teddy bear

- Makes potions, does restocking, inventory, and doesn't as much anymore, but makes potion bottles

- Has scars/tattoos from various adventures

- Used to have dragon scale armor, he once saved a village from a dragon, but has sold it and no longer tells the story, he now claims it was a bear

- He's a great dad ❤

- Loves ale & meat, but not as much as his girls

- I cannot overstate how much he loves his family, he LOVES his wife and daughter, like a LOT, it pretty much defines who he is, he's a family man

- Met his wife while on a quest

- He used to be a nomad while adventuring and getting paid for jobs, he'd wander from town to town, until he settled at Tradeskeep and put up a shop

Ok so i know that's a lot, but it's there for anyone who's interested in all that ❤ I have other facts too, so if you wanna know any more just look around on my blog or send an ask, Q&A for OCs are open, and I'm open to art/writing requests/ideas! ❤

[ari-shipping-stuff]

Fake Dating AU

Monochrome

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im sorry

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Weiss's first instinct was to scream.

Tears already pricked the edges of her vision. It wasn't even just the worry. She was just so overwhelmed with emotion she didn't know what was happening.

That kiss? Now Blake's gone? Where was she even? Everything was just spinning.

She nearly knocked herself over with another person next to her. She couldn't see. She was crying. She wanted to sink into the floor and let the ground swallow up her existence forever.

Suffocating. So that's what that was.

"Blake!" she screamed.

She screamed at the top of her lungs, yet she was still drowning. Unable to breathe under the raving lights and the wild crowd.

But someone did hear her. And he ran faster.

"Weiss?" Ruby yelled. She pushed her way they the crowd, ignoring all the annoyed glares she was receiving for knocking so many people off balance.

The translucent white hair came into view. Out of desperation, Ruby lightly grabbed a strand, trying not to pull.

"Weiss! Where did she go?" Ruby exclaimed, her voice's pitch heightening.

When she didn't answer, Ruby placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. Her other hand reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone.

"I'll call Yang," she said. "We will find her."

Weiss wanted to cry.

•

Blake realized what happened too late. She couldn't even get onto her feet. She was being dragged along the room, only kept up by the crowd she was knocking over.

But she as she hit the ground, so did reality. She gasped, trying to wrench her arm out of Adam's grip. But it was futile. In no time, they were already outside. In an alley. Shadowy. No one would notice them there.

Blake saw him in the corner of her eye, but she turned away, still comprehending what happened.

She just wrapped her arms around herself, staring at the brick wall, refusing to stand.

And neither Adam nor Blake wanted to speak first.

She heard him sigh behind her. She saw this a thousand times already. He would be running his hand in his hair, his dark brown eyebrows furrowed ever so slightly.

"Blake—"

"Don't."

"Blake—"

"This is kidnapping."

"Then why aren't you getting up?"

"Because I know you'll stop me." Blake's voice quivered near the end of her statement. But she went on.

"I'll get up. Then you make a show of blocking me from the door with maybe some growling and yelling while you try to make me feel worthless. Like every time before."

"I just want to make you happy."

"You do, huh? Then go away."

She could hear a resounding clang. He probably kicked the dumpster.

A growl escaped his throat.

"You—!" he stopped himself, the growl fading. Then it was a laugh. Breathless. Bitter.

"That's why I like you, Blake." he sighed and sat on the dumpster. "You're quiet. But you're smart. You fight. You always fight."

"I fight, or we fight?" Blake scoffed.

"We both fight!" he said. "We're warriors at heart, Blake. That's why we make such a great team. That's why I fell in love with you."

"You don't know what love is, Adam."

"You don't know what I feel!" he yelled, jumping off the dumpster. "You don't know how empty it was without you, Blake. You don't know just how much you destroyed me when you broke up with me."

Blake seethed. "That was not love, Adam!"

There was another one. Another one of those bitter laughs. A chill ran down Blake's spine.

"So you love that Schnee girl then?"

She stiffened.

"I know who she is, Blake." he said. "Don't think I haven't checked up on you."

His footsteps were slow, calculated; timed just to make her squirm. And it was working. She hated it. She hated how familiar this was.

"Do you love her, Blake? What has she ever done for you? It's been months since you rejected me. And here I am. Still here for you. What could she have done that was oh-so great to get your attention?"

Then his breath was on her neck, his venomous whispers filling her ears.

"Speechless, I see." he sighed. "When will you realize that I'm only doing this for you? That I'm the only person you can rely on?"

The thought of Weiss looking for her filled her mind. Then every moment before then. The start of their plan. The growing feelings. When they messed with Henry Marigold. The white of her hair. Her melodic voice. Her headstrong attitude. Her regal aura. The softness of her kiss. And the dandelions in her dream. And it hit her—

Blake could stop this. And only she could do this. Adam wouldn't listen to Weiss. Or Ruby and Yang.

Blake turned sharply, taking Adam by surprise when she landed a punch in his nose.

He fell back, a hand on his face. Blood seeped between his fingers.

Blake sucked in a breath, shaking as she stood. Then she let it go.

"This isn't happening again, Adam." she forced through gritted teeth. "Yes. We're both fighters. But that's precisely why we don't work. Even if I still did like you, we would have a cycle that would never stop. Fight. Make up. Repeat. And it hurts me."

Adam frowned. "But.. I can—"

"You can't."

He seemed to deflate. And part of Blake wanted it to keep deflating.

"Weiss made me feel like a person, Adam." she did. "She treated me like an equal and didn't ask anything of me. You needed me there for you to remind you of how great you are when it wasn't true. We will never work, Adam. Never.

"I know I love her. And I will respect what she wants. Respect her as a person. And I don't expect anything from her other than for her to be herself. We.. We weren't like that."

"I love you, Blake." he tried again.

Blake groaned.

"If you really fucking loved me, you'd let me be happy for once!"

That seemed to hit his thick skull. Blake huffed, watching him closely.

Boom—!

"Blake!" Weiss gasped.

"Weiss?" Blake's eyes widened.

Weiss ran towards her, tightly wrapping her arms around the taller girl.

Blake gasped quietly. But she smiled, leaning her chin on top of Weiss's head, since her arms were being encased.

"I'm alright."

"You better be." Weiss huffed.

Yang closed the door behind her, eyeing Adam suspiciously. He was still the same, on the floor, staring into space. But his gaze almost made it seem like he was focusing on Weiss.

"I'm guessing he's Adam?" Yang crossed her arms.

"Yep." said Blake.

"What's with his nose?" Ruby winced.

Blake feebly waved her hand, but the blood on her fingers were almost invisible in the shadows of the alley.

Yang nudged Adam in the leg.

"Hey, bub? You in some vegetable state or something?" she raised an eyebrow.

Adam didn't move for a while, but his shoulders slumped. He stood, looking dazed, and began to walk out of the alley.

"Hey!" Yang exclaimed. "Where do—?"

"Yang." Blake cut in sharply. "It's fine."

Weiss let herself off of Blake, hugging her arm to allow her some semblance of movement.

"Where's he going?" she whispered.

Blake caught his gaze as he rounded the corner and left. It was unlike him. So much that she almost couldn't believe it.

She interlaced her fingers with Weiss's.

"Away."

•

After they were sure nothing else would happen, Yang and Ruby went home. Weiss never let go of Blake. So she brought them to the park, just so they wouldn't have to say goodbye yet.

"What did he do?"

Blake shrugged. "Yell a lot. And he dragged me towards that exit. But that's about it. I'll get a few bruises or something, but I'm okay."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes, Weiss." Blake smiled amusedly. "I've had to tell you, like a thousand times already."

"Well, sorry, if I'm concerned for your well-being." Weiss huffed, crossing her free arm over her chest.

Blake's smile only widened.

"And how'd you find me?" she asked.

"We just kicked down every door we could find, honestly." Weiss shrugged.

"I was so.. Scared." she added softly.

Blake turned. Weiss was looking away. "About what?"

She shrugged again.

"..I dunno. Anything. You might've gotten hurt. Or.. Or kidnapped. Or something even worse, and I just didn't know what to do.."

Blake squeezed her hand gently. Weiss squeezed back.

"It was.." Weiss sniffled. "Overwhelming, I suppose."

"Weiss."

Weiss turned, her eyes red and her lip trembling. Blake placed a hand on her shoulder. She hesitated, then trailed her fingers upwards until she was caressing her cheek.

"I'm here now, okay?" she whispered.

Weiss nodded.

"He won't bother us anymore."

She nodded again.

"And I'm not going anywhere."

Weiss didn't notice the tear falling from her eye until Blake wiped it away. They were frozen in time. It was just them. No one to bother them. In the quiet of that night, or any day after.

"Weiss?"

"Yeah?"

"Can I kiss you again?"

Red exploded across their faces. They both could see it. And they just giggled like excited little school girls.

Weiss glanced around, wanting just another confirmation.

"There's no one here."

"Yeah, I know."

Weiss grinned. "Then go ahead."

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i can't thank y'all enough for actually enjoying my writing and wanting more i—

i literally have no other words, except thank you but repeat it a million times—

@maburito @majdart @dragonswordmaster @seeing-circles @wassup32

and everyone who liked or reblogged any of the parts at some point

look at me, being excessive.. am i being excessive?

all of you ^^ i appreciate your existence

— ari

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part one | part two | part three | part four

[keeroo92]

Can I make a request? Would it be okay to ask for V comforting a reader that feels like they don't deserve to love him? I have been feeling that way in the fandom for so long now since I see so many other people put so much effort into writing him and loving him with their art and everything. I feel like I don't deserve it at all no matter how much I write about it. Hell, I haven't been writing about him much because of it that feeling. I'm a mess, I'm sorry.

Of freaking course!!!! I do have to say first, my dear Anon, that it doesn’t matter if you don’t create something in this (OR ANY!!!) fandom. Creators share their work so that others can enjoy it, too! The amount of time and energy that each of us can invest in this has ABSOLUTELY NOTHING to do with whether we deserve to enjoy it. We’ve all got different burdens to bear and shit to deal with in real life, and I’m pretty sure I speak for the majority of creators when I say we are happiest when we know someone enjoys our work. So, revel in it. Immerse yourself in V and his lovely eyes. Drown in the comfort fandom gives you, and remember, you have no obligation to give back. Be selfish, it’s okay. You’re not a mess; you’re human.

Rant over, on to some yummy hurt/comfort!

Partially inspired by this epic song.

 Word count - 1,147

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It didn’t take long for you to fall for the poet. There was something about his aura, his energy that called to you and there was no resisting it. He was where the compass of your heart always pointed, the direction you turned when you had no map.

You felt such elation when he first kissed you. It was like being inside a firework, exploding into brilliant spots of color and noise. So perfect, so beautiful and lovely. His arms were warm around you, his lips soft but insistent.

When he told you of his origin and of all he’d endured, it shattered you. How could such a brilliant light have been born from such darkness? And then to emerge from it so whole, so strong in will and spirit? Unimaginable. He had tenacity you could never dream of matching. Even as you took his hand in yours after he fell silent, stroking your thumb over his tattooed knuckles, your heart was breaking.

You didn’t deserve this. Didn’t deserve to be the one sitting beside him, supporting him as he battled his demons. You had so little to offer him, and guilt settled onto your shoulders as you leaned on his shoulder to cry. You wanted to tell him to look elsewhere, find someone who could give him everything he needed and wanted. His love was overwhelming in its power and you wished you had the means to return the all-encompassing warmth he gave you every day.

“Tell me your thoughts, sweet angel,” he said, pressing a kiss to the crown of your head.

Even his nickname for you filled you with self-loathing. He saw you as a divine messenger, a harbinger of peace and wonder. A title you didn’t deserve in the slightest. You shook your head, refusing to answer. He had enough to think about, enough to deal with. It was your burden to bear.

“I can’t,” you whispered, withdrawing your hands.

He frowned, his brows furrowing in concern. You looked away, trying to escape his intense gaze as another wave of tears fell from your reddened eyes. He rested his palm on your knee; you could feel his earnest stare boring into you. How did he do that, how did he make you feel like if you only had the courage to lay your troubles at his feet, he would face them for you?

Another reason he deserved someone better. His partner should be able to do more to help him, not just sit there and cry. An equal.

Which you would never be.

A knife pierced your heart and shards of glass choked your throat, but you swallowed until it faded. You didn’t want to fall to pieces, not after everything he just told you. It must have been difficult to share. Painful to remember. Another blade sank into your chest as you realized he’d only done so for your benefit.

Hold it together. It isn’t supposed to be about me right now.

You took a shuddering breath and rubbed your leaking nose on the sleeve of your too-large sweater. One of his. You’d have to wash it for him; you could do that much, at least. With your other hand, you rolled up the fabric to keep your mess from touching anything. Your hands fell to your lap, fingers picking at your cuticles anxiously.

He reached out and ran the pad of his thumb over your cheekbone, wiping away a tear. “Tell me, please.”

His pleading tone pushed you over the edge into breaking.

“I don’t… I just…” you huffed in frustration, struggling to find the words. “Someone else could give you so much more than I can. I don’t deserve this, not when I can’t reciprocate.”

He hummed and wrapped his arms around you, pulling your head to his chest. His heartbeat was a steady rhythm thumping under your cheek. For a few minutes neither of you spoke, both gathering your thoughts. You tensed as his lips parted to respond at last.

“Perhaps. But you’ve neglected a very important detail.”

You closed your eyes, inhaling his familiar scent. This was it. It was for the best, you knew that. He’d be free to find someone better, someone stronger and more capable. With more to give. Your heart was in agony but you tried to take comfort in knowing he’d be better off without you.

“Those ‘others’ you mentioned? They may offer more, true, but they wouldn’t be you. The mere fact that you want me to have more is enough. I don’t love you for what you can give me.”

He turned your head to meet his gaze, specks of light glinting in his emerald eyes as he gave you a tender smile. You couldn’t breathe.

“I love you for who you are. And for the record, you give me far more than you know.”

You sniffled, unable to defeat the pain in your chest. He was wrong, you didn’t give him anywhere near enough. He was just trying to be kind. You closed your eyes and buried your face in his shirt to hide. He stroked your hair and hummed a few bars of a song you taught him last week, and the memory brought a mournful smile to your lips.

“There, you just gave me a smile. A treasure.”

You choked out a laugh, the edges of your pain smoothing over at his words.

“And a laugh, too? I am fortunate today.”

His lithe fingers probed at your shoulders, easing the tension you held with every touch. He smirked and lifted your chin again to face him. You didn’t resist, meeting his intent stare as he chipped away at your feelings of inadequacy.

“Look at that, you’ve given me your trust as well. You spoil me.”

You smiled, more stable now as the vice around your heart loosened even more. A smile. A laugh. Trust. Things you took for granted, but the poet never would. Nowhere close to comparable to all he’d given you, but more than you thought a few minutes ago.

“It may not seem like much to you, but it’s everything I didn’t have in the past. Everything I ever wanted and needed but couldn’t find.”

You froze, remembering the horrible tale he just told you of his life. He looked so sure, so completely confident in his words that it pushed away the last echoes of pain. Was it possible that he was right?

You didn’t know.

You didn’t care.

You kissed him, celebrating every taste of this wonderful man. A salty and tear-stained kiss, but all that mattered to you was giving him what you could. You stroked his hair, his cheeks, his shoulders in a desperate bid to convey your love. Maybe nothing would ever feel like enough.

Maybe that was the whole point.

Maybe that’s how you knew you truly loved him.