#i've got white laying around somewhere i think

[uncultureddoubloon]

I've worn the nonbinary flag with pride for years now, but I just rediscovered Genderqueer. I love the word and the colors, and I've been finding myself drifting back towards purple & green/teal for a while now unrelated to gender stuff.

I'm still not certain about my gender identity (who knows if I'll ever be), but Genderqueer is a much more comfortable blanket for me than nonbinary has been. Don't get me wrong, nonbinary has been a lovely blanket. It's just that genderqueer is comfier for me

[wandanatsgf]

Scream

Pairing: Serial Killer!Natasha x Reader

Word Count: 2.7k

Summary: After the gruesome murder of your fellow classmates, Jean and Charles, everyone is on high alert. The police tell everyone to stay inside, but your friends decide a party is just what you all need. It's not like the killer will be there, right?

Warnings: This is very lightly based off of scream, but I obviously changed things and made it my own. This contains killing, kidnapping, knife kink, blood licking, mommy kink, restraints, slapping, degradation, praise, knife fucking (the handle), thigh riding, noncon, finger sucking, cum eating, dacryphilia, and fingering. I think that's everything, but I might have missed something. I wrote this in an hour so please ignore any mistakes. This is also my first time writing something dark, so I hope you enjoy :)

"Come on baby, are you sure you don't want to go to the party?" your girlfriend asks you as you sit on some benches outside. "It'll only be us, Wanda, Tony, Steve, Bucky, Sam, Carol, and Vision."

"Yes, Natasha I am. I don't want to get killed," you explain for the umpteenth time.

"Please baby. I'll be there to protect you." Your girlfriend flexes her muscles as she says this. You let out a little laugh, although your girlfriend's gun show has got you a little hot and bothered.

"Fine Natty. I'll go but you better protect me." Your finger digs into her chest slightly as you point a finger at her, trying to get your point across.

"Don't worry baby. I'll always protect you," she says. She leans in and kisses you on the lips and you reciprocate.

"I'll see you tonight then," Nat says.

"I guess you will," you say. You both walk off to class, walking together until you have to go opposite ways.

Once you get home you quickly get ready for the party. You throw on a short dress and some heels before walking out the door. The drive to Tony Stark's mansion, where the party is being held, is quick. You're there before you know it. You park your car next to your friend's cars and walk inside.

"Hey Y/n you made it!" your friend Bucky says.

"Yeah I did. Natasha actually convinced me to go. Speaking of her have you seen her?"

"I did earlier. She's around here somewhere, but I'm not sure where."

"Thanks Buck," you say. You make your way around the house in search of you red-headed lover.

You search everywhere for her when you finally see her coming out of the garage with a bottle of wine in her hands.

"There you are. I've been looking everywhere for you," you say.

"Sorry baby. I just needed another drink," she says.

"What happened there?" you ask, pointing at the red stain on your girlfriend's shirt.

"Tony got a little too drunk and spilled some wine on me."

"Of course, he would do that," you say, laughing at his drunken antics.

"Come here princess." Natasha pulls you against her with one hand while the other holds her bottle. She presses a kiss to your lips and she tastes like the wine she has been drinking.

"Come here baby. I wanna dance with you," Natasha says. She pulls you against her body with one hand while the other holds on to her bottle. Your hips move together to the beat. You feel yourself get lost in the music until a scream breaks you out of your trance. You look around to see the source of the scream when a white-faced Carol emerges from the bathroom. Everyone gathers around to look, and the sight makes you sick. Wanda and Vision are laying in the tub, dead. They both have stab wounds right to the heart, they stood no chance.

"Oh my god," you let out. You can hear someone throwing up in the background and you're unsure if it's from the alcohol or the sight before you.

"We need to get out of here," you here Sam say. He tries the front door, but it won't budge. You all run to the back door and that too is stuck.

"Guys we're trapped," Tony says. You could've heard a pin drop.

You can hear Bucky start to freak out, and you don't blame him. You're starting to freak out too.

"What are we going to do Nat?" you ask your girlfriend.

"We just need to find a way out," she says. "We should split up and try all the exits. All the windows, doors, everything."

"Are you sure that's safe Natasha?" Carol asks.

"What choice do we have? It's that or wait for the killer to attack."

"She has a good point," you hear Steve say.

"We'll split up. Carol and Sam try the garage. Bucky, Tony, and I will try upstairs, and Natasha and Y/n can try down here," Steve says. Everyone agrees, although some reluctantly, to the plan.

As you and Natasha explore the ground floor, you hear a loud thud come from upstairs.

"What was that?" you ask.

"I'm sure it was nothing baby," Natasha says, trying to soothe you.

"I'm scared Nat. I don't wanna die."

"Hey you're not gonna die baby. Remember what I said? I'll be here to protect you, okay?"

"Okay Nat," you agree.

The two of you continue to hear more thuds coming from upstairs, making you jump more and more.

"I'm going to go see if everything's alright with them," Natasha says.

"But what about me?" you ask.

"Stay in here," Natasha says, leading you to the pantry.

"I'll be right back," she says. She closes the pantry door and leaves you in total silence. You hear someone let out a scream and then you hear someone fall down the stairs, you're praying it's not Natasha.

You can feel your breathing getting shallower as you start to freak out.

"Please let Natasha be alright," you think to yourself.

After what feels like forever Natasha reappears, covered in blood.

"Oh my god what happened?" you ask.

"He killed them all Y/n/n. He's crazy," she says.

"Who?"

"Steve. He killed Bucky and Tony. I don't know how Carol and Sam are." You can hear her breathing harshly.

"We need to get out of here now," you say. You walk up to the nearest window, praying it will open. You have no such luck.

"Damn it," you let out.

"Come on baby. We need to keep moving," your girlfriend says. "Let's go find the others," she says. The two of you cautiously move through the house, careful of every step you take.

The two of you eventually reach the garage door that leads from the house into the garage. Natasha puts herself in front of you as she opens the door. She lets out a gasp at the sight. Carol and Sam are laying there dead.

"Oh my god. This can't be happening," you cry out.

You can feel yourself start to hyperventilate. You run over to the garage door and pull at it, begging it to open. Natasha runs over and does the same, but nothing works.

"Come on baby we need to try something else," she says. The two of you leave the garage and you walk past the staircase. At the top of the staircase stands Steve, covered in blood with tears streaming down his face. The two of you make eye contact and you bolt off towards the living room.

"We need to find some weapons or something," Natasha says as she joins you. The two of you start to search as you hear Steve's thunderous steps make their way down.

"I've got one," you say, pulling a gun out of a couch cushion. You knew that Tony kept weapons hidden throughout the house in case of intruders because of how rich he is. You have no idea how to handle the gun, but right now you can't be more grateful to have found it.

You aim the gun at the doorway just as Steve walks through it.

"What are you doing Y/n?" Steve asks.

"Stopping you, you monster!"

"I'm not the monster here Y/n, she is," Steve says, gesturing at Natasha. You don't know what to do, so you back away from both of them.

"Baby, you can't believe I'm the killer. He's the killer," she says, pointing at Steve. He has blood smeared down the front of his shirt and pants. He's holding a knife that drips blood onto the once clean hardwood floors. The evidence is stacked against him.

"I'm sorry," you say as you point the gun. It goes off with a loud bang and Steve is thrown across the room. His white shirt is quickly painted crimson as he bleeds out. Now it's only you and Natasha left to find a way out of this building.

You collapse on the ground. You can feel tears falling down your face. Natasha walks behind you and wraps her arms around your waist. You think the gesture is loving, but you're so wrong.

"Guess what baby? You chose wrong," Natasha says. That's when you feel the knife against your throat.

"I was going to cut this pretty little neck open, but I just can't do that to my pretty little baby," Nat whispers in your ear. You can feel yourself shaking and trembling.

"Now I just want to see you crying and screaming as I fuck you," she says. She lifts you up and takes you to a bedroom with you fighting the whole way there. She quickly ties you to the bed with your legs and arms spread.

"You look so beautiful like this baby. All spread out and vulnerable for me." You feel her gaze sweep across your body, and it makes you want to cringe.

"Now we need to get these clothes out of the way," she says. She drags the knife from the top of your dress to the bottom, quickly removing it from your body.

She stares at you while you're completely naked except for your white cotton underwear. "I bet you'd look so pretty covered in blood baby." You had just stopped crying, but this thought made you want to cry all over again.

"I think you'd like that though. You want me to hurt you, don't you princess?" You shake your head no begging her to just let you go, bot to hurt you, something Natasha doesn't like.

"That's not the correct answer baby." You feel the coldness of the blade as she drags it down your cheek. A little bubble of blood pools there, but Natasha is quick to lick it up.

"Let's try that again," she says. Natasha asks you the question again and this time you nod your head yes. This time Natasha seems pleased.

"That's my good girl. I knew you would," she says. Natasha moves to straddle your left thigh and you can feel the heat coming off of her fully clothed pussy. She starts to grind down on your thigh, letting out a low moan.

"You look so pretty below me baby," Natasha says. "But you'd look so much better with a red face and tears rolling down your cheeks." Before you have time to react Natasha slaps your cheek again and again. You can feel tears cascading down your face.

"That's it baby. Let them fall," Natasha says. She starts to grind against your thigh faster, her words coming out in breathy moans.

"You just look so pretty when you cry," Natasha says. She slaps you again and you start sobbing, unable to control yourself.

"There you go baby. Just like that," she says. She lets out a high-pitched moan as she cums against your leg.

"That's my good girl. Making her mommy so happy," Natasha coos. She gently cups your face and licks your tears away. "Such a good girl for me."

Natasha gets off of your leg and grabs her knife again. You feel yourself tense up at the sight. She walks over to the bed and settles herself so that she's on top of you.

"It's okay baby. You can scream, I don't mind," Natasha says as she drags the knife down your body. You want to scream and moan at the same time. This is so wrong, but god does it feel so good.

"Natasha," you let out.

"Yes princess?"

"Please," you beg. You're not sure if you're begging her to let you go or to fuck you.

"What is it baby? You want me to fuck this sloppy little pussy of yours? You want mommy to fuck you stupid?" She drags the knife further and further towards your core, leaving slight scratches wherever she went.

You feel your anxiety rise as the blade scratches your inner thigh.

"What's wrong baby? You don't like mommy showing you attention?"

"I-I love it mommy," you say, saying whatever you know Natasha would like.

"That's my good girl. I knew you would," she says. She cuts away your underwear, completely exposing you to her.

"Look at this wet little pussy," Natasha says. She scoops up your wetness with her fingers and shoves them into your mouth. You suck on them, hating that she had made you so wet.

"You're taking my fingers so good baby. Just like the good little whore you are." She pushes her fingers farther into your mouth and you start to gag. She roughly fucks your mouth until she is satisfied. She removes them from your mouth and wipes the excess spit on your pussy.

"I've got to get you warmed up for my knife baby," she explains. You go rigid, but Natasha pays this no mind. She shoves one of her spit slicked fingers into your core. You let out an involuntary moan at the intrusion.

"Fuck baby you're taking me so well," she says as she adds another finger. You feel a slight burn, but the burn is quickly overtaken by pleasure.

"Fuck mommy," you moan out.

"That's it baby. Take my fingers." She roughly fucks them in and out of your tight hole, paying your comfort no mind. She adds a third finger, and you cry out at the stretch.

"Fuck," you scream.

"That's such a good girl," Natasha says. "Doing so good for me."

You can feel an impending orgasm as she thrusts into you again and again.

"Mommy. I need-," she cuts you off by removing her fingers from you. You whine at the lost. She slaps you across the face.

"Good girls take what they are given," she says. "And you want to be my good girl, don't you?"

"Yes mommy," you let out.

"That's a good girl," Natasha says. She grabs her knife that she had discarded on the nightstand and grabs the blade with her right hand. She moves her hand down towards your core and slowly moves the handle through your slit.

"Please fuck me mommy," you beg. Natasha roughly pushes the whole handle into you in one thrust. You moan out.

"Your little pussy is just eating my fucking knife baby," you hear Natasha moan out. She continues to roughly fuck you as your moans get louder and louder. You can feel yourself clench around the handle as you get close.

"Please can I cum mommy?" you beg.

"Cum for me princess, cum all over my knife," she says. That's all it takes for her to send you over the edge. Your body shudders as a powerful orgasm makes its way through you.

"You look so pretty baby but now you need to clean up your mess." Natasha holds the knife up. You see blood dripping down her hand from where she was gripping the blade too tight.

"Come on baby clean my knife handle. Lick it clean," she says. She holds the knife handle to your mouth and you gingerly lick it up and down.

"That's it, baby. Lick the knife that ended your friend's lives." You can feel bile making its way up your throat. "That's my good girl," she praises. She sets the knife down and goes to untie your shaking legs. Once she unties your legs, she unties your arms but quickly ties your arms and thighs together after she slips a robe that she found over your nude body.

"Now come on baby, we've got to go," she says. She ignores the way you're trembling in fear as holds the knife to your back. She walks, more like drags, you down the steps and to the front door. Your steps are slow from where Natasha had tied your thighs together. Eventually she gives up and just picks you up.

She pulls a key from her pocket and opens the door with it.

The two of you walk outside as Natasha walks you to her car. She tries to push you in, but you don't budge.

"Get in the fucking car, Y/n." Her voice is sharp and leaves no room for disobeying, yet that's what you do.

"No," you let out.

"No?" she screams out. She grabs you by the hair and opens her car's trunk. She roughly shoves you inside and locks it, preventing you from getting out.

Natasha hops into the driver's seat and quickly pulls out of Tony's driveway.

You can tell she's speeding down the road and you soon realize why. You can hear siren's going in the other direction, the direction of Tony's house. She wants to escape and take you with her.

You move around the small trunk, trying to find a way out. Unfortunately there is no way out. You can feel all of your energy leaving you with every move you make. You can feel yourself starting to black out and you give in to the darkness, admitting to yourself that you'll never escape Natasha.

[paleroze]

Blade Imagines 🔞

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Having a lover that is literally a wanted criminal, of course you would rarely see him. You, Blade's significant other that he always desires to return to after weeks, possibly months, of not touching you would always be his top priority once he sets foot in your shared home.

You knew of Blade's occupation, you're familiar with his work but never really dwell on it to keep you safe, according to him. Blade wanted to keep you out of trouble as much as possible, as his lover, you are meant to keep your relationship hidden.

He could only keep an eye on you when he's away, a quick visit in the town you reside secretly with him and you don't know of such activities he's done when stalking you, just to keep you safe.

It has been a month since he was gone, and as soon as his script was finished, Blade travelled back home as fast as he could.

Weeks since he last saw you, Blade searched around the house in hope to hold you again. Fortunately, he found you just stepping out of the kitchen, a food in hand.

Your eyes widened as soon as you saw him standing in the living room, placing down the food you were holding and ran up to him, hugging him tightly as he returned the gesture, kissing your neck in the process.

"I've missed you.." You muttered, pulling away from him. You smiled as you inspected him, no new wounds on his body, and he looked.. he still looked handsome.

"Have you eaten?" You asked, despite you pulling yourself away from him, Blade still holds your hand.

"I did." A white lie for you to not get worry, Blade ate like hours ago before he was finished and out of the Stellaron Hunter's base.

"You should rest, you're probably tired." You turned off the screen that has been playing for a while now to keep you distracted and led him to your shared bedroom.

You have so many things to tell him while he's away, and Blade knows you do. The man had stalked you once a week while he was out on a mission, and you were unaware of all of it.

You urge Blade to lay beside you, and he takes off those agonizing layers of clothing, keeping only his pants and he lays beside you, holding you close as he rests on top of you.

Blade held you close, as soon as his body touched yours, his mind drifted somewhere else. He kissed your body that stops you from speaking. But he urged you to keep going, wanting to hear your voice.

"Then I.. bought you something. Ah–" He bit your neck stopping your thoughts from forming.

"A gift for me?" He whispered. You nod, "I think I already got it." Blade sits up from crushing you, even if you liked the weight he puts on you.

You aren't dumb, you know what he meant and he waits for you to prepare yourself. "Okay.. if that would make you happy." You spoke.

"I am more than happy, Darling." To be able to touch you like this, Blade was in euphoria and he knew he would dive deeper as soon as he gets to taste you.

Blade traveled down until his face was on your crotch, he pulled down the shorts you were wearing and he almost moaned to the sight in front of him. He didn't waste any time and Blade rested both of your legs on his shoulders and wrapped his arms around your thighs, leaning down to kiss your pussy that has begun to leak.

"Blade..." You moan his name, your fingers tug on his hair and you push yourself closer to his mouth, aching for him to go deeper. Both his arms remain locked on your thighs, keeping you in place as you push and pull, despite knowing of wanting more of his tongue on your pussy.

His head, trapped between your thigh and your legs wrapped around him locking him in place as if he would want to pull away from the meal that is presented to him.

Breathy moans kept the room in noises, along with his tongue lapping on your hole as he sucked your clit earning him a thrust of your hips and his name escapes between your lips in a whisper.

You kept your mouth shut, shy to make a noise but the whimpers. He slaps your thigh, a warning to not hide the moans he adores after not hearing your voice for several weeks.

His tongue flicks on the bud, thrust and laps on your pussy, his content moans suppressed while he keeps his face between your legs. His eyes remain fixated on you, adoring of how you look at being pleasured and the teary face of yours made his cock throb.

You can feel him getting faster, eating you out as if it was his last, and you couldn't keep your noise anymore, barely holding on to the thread that kept you from release. His large calloused hand caress your hips, with a suck on your clit, you came with a cry, spilling on his mouth and you pull him closer with your legs. Blade choked from the pull and he swore he's in dreamland from how your thighs wrapped around his head and your pussy pulsating from the release, he continues and you tried to push him away to avoid being overstimulated but Blade is a stubborn man, and quite a mean one.

"Mn s-stop..! Bla-de, stop! I'm– oh...!"

You cried out, the heels of your feet jab on his back, begging for him to pull away, your hands tug on the messy hair of his to push him away but he's persistent to keep you on coming.

You sob as tears fall on your cheeks, unused with too much pleasure despite how many times Blade had fucked you to the point you would pass out till he gets satisfied.

"S-stop I'm gonna cum again! 'm gonn- cum!"

Spurts of liquid cover his face, the mess beneath him is just your fluid that he desperately laps on.

Your back arched from the bed as you ride out your second orgasm, clawing on the sheets and you hide your face on the pillow to hide your embarrassment.

Minutes have passed and your body shakes from the overstimulation, Blade kissed and cleaned you with his tongue, eyes too hazy and focused on your glistening pussy.

His hot breath on your hole made you shiver once he pulled away, he trailed kisses up to your body until he's face to face with you. Blade kissed near your eye and your shaking arms wrapped around him, holding him close and his lips met yours.

His skilled tongue explores your mouth, and you try to keep up with him only to drown to the bliss of his gentle hold he could muster.

Blade unbuttoned his pants and pushed down until his cock was free from its confinements. He aligned himself in your pussy and thrusts in while you were distracted, the sudden intrusion made you gasp from pulling away, feeling how big he is and missing the feeling of your walls clenching around his thick cock.

He moaned from the tightness, "Calm down.. Breathe." He eased, caressing your side.

Once you've gotten used to his size again, Blade experimental thrusts slowly into you which causes a moan from you. His lazy thrusts build up your orgasm once more.

"Hm?" You whined, unused with how Blade is going slow rather than his usual fast thrusts. You're more familiar with his rough treatment, but with how things they are right now, Blade was being rather gentle.

He chuckled, "I love you.."

Even if he was being slow, his thrust was still hard and met your satisfaction, his tip kissing your cervix and your inside clench around his cock.

It didn't take time for him to chase his own release, his movements getting faster until he spills inside of you. You came one last time with him, mixing with his cum, he continues to thrust into you that some even spilled out of your pussy.

Blade kisses you as he lays down on the bed, switching the both of you until you're on top of him, his cock still inside you and he made no plans on pulling out.

You rest your head on the crook of his neck, leaving marks, a reminder that he's taken.

Eventually, you fell asleep first. Blade plays with your hair and traces his fingertips on your body he worships.

His touch has never been this gentle, and making love with you is what he has been looking out for ever since you came to his life, and Blade would cherish every moment he's with you.

[silenced-judgement]

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‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ ⋯ 𝙰𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

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Identified with Mors (Roman), and Letum (Roman)

Greek God/Personification of Non-Violent Death and mortality

Known Symbols: Inverted Torch, Sword, Theta (θ), Wreath, Wings

Plants and Trees: Poppy and Cypress

Animals: Butterflies

Stones/Crystals: Onyx, Obsidian, Black Tourmaline, Amethyst

Incense: Frankincense, Myrrh, Cypress

Colors: Black, Silver, White, Purple

Death 13 Tarot card

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Paean "Healer"

Makar "Blessed one"

Leukokhrotos "White-skinned"

Acherontis "Woeful"

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Son of Nyx, Night Incarnate

Grandson of Primordial Chaos

Twin Brother of Hypnos, Sleep Incarnate

Brother of The Moirai (Fates), Charon, The Keres, Nemesis

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Common offerings include: Red wine, olive oil, water, honey, milk, fruit, poppy seeds, black tea, dark chocolate

Other than that, play around a bit with different types of offerings and figure out what he likes, I've only offered him dark chocolate which was also torture to myself since I enjoy it as well, but thankfully he was understanding that I mean no disrespect if I ended up eating it (which I did), though now I have two bags of dark chocolate I got for Easter just sitting in my room unopened.

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The rest of this will be of my own personal experiences with interacting with Thanatos, everyone has their own experiences so yours is likely not going to be the same. I will also include some things I personally associate with him.

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‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ ⋯ 𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚜

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As soon as I had reached out to Thanatos through my Tarot he answered almost immediately, however as someone who had only done a reading once and correctly translated Hestia's message to a friend who was confused on what she was trying to say I am not good with any other Tarot spread as the friend had used a custom spread that was similar in layout to a Yes/No spread. The type of spread I use is the Yes/No spread, where you lay out five (5) cards with Major Arcana and even number Minor Arcana being for "yes" and the Suits and odd numbered Minor Arcana being "no". Personally I prefer this as it's easier for me to understand with my silly little Autistic brain.

The first thing I did after connecting with him through Tarot was actually ask him how he was doing, I don't know why I chose to ask him that, but I said "yes is for if you're doing good, and no is for if you aren't" and then placed out my cards. His answer to me was "No" with a hidden message within the cards in order to explain to me that something didn't go well that day and he was upset, to which I replied with an apology for the fact he was feeling upset and then I asked him if he'd like to just hangout and sit with me the rest of the day, his answer was a yes and as soon as he answered I began crying. I'm naturally sensitive to the presences of beings that aren't exactly within our plane of existence; such as ghosts, spirits, demons, and deities, it's just with everything else besides deities I get a shortness of breath but all presences give me that same sort of tingly feeling one might get when they look down from somewhere up high or are in an elevator and it's going up/down.

From that single interaction alone I've learned that Thanatos is a rather kind individual and enjoys interacting with others. I always thought he was more of a reserved and quiet individual as one may think Death to be, and while he is rather quiet he's far from reserved. The best way to explain him is someone who wants to be around others but can easily become a bit anxious if he feels as if he's making the person uncomfortable and depending on his mood he can become rather introverted. If you feel like he's possibly becoming anxious over something the first time interacting with you, especially if you're as sensitive as I am to the presence of other beings, the best thing to do is reassure him that it's alright and he doesn't have to limit his interactions with you. I had told him near the end of the day that from now on he can come and hangout whenever he wants without me getting his attention first, but he instantly became unsure and worried that he'd overwhelm me due to my sensitivity. Thankfully he calmed down after I explained to him that I'm not overwhelmed and explained my sensitivity to him.

I've only seen him twice in some dreams, the first time he had gotten lost in it (as my dreams are chaotic and I can't control them if they choose to shift to something else) after like 10-20 minutes into the dream, but from that first appearance, he chose to appear as a mix of how he really looks like and the design of the character Thanatos from the game Hades. Turns out, after asking him about it the next day, he had chosen to appear that way just to mess with me and to be funny. Second dream I remember nothing about other than the fact he was there looking normal. Third dream he wasn't there but at the end of it he did send some butterflies in order to say hello.

Normally, Thanatos doesn't need to try and reach out to me, he's done so once through a butterfly, a few days after our dog had passed away but that was just to say hi and for no other reason. I had also drawn the Death Tarot, which was reversed but there was no hidden message. He seems content enough to come and sit with me without me knowing or to watch over me, plus most the time I'm the one suddenly getting his attention by talking to him at random and he's fully aware that due to my Autism and ADHD I wont exactly go and grab my Tarot to talk to him and is content with just listening, dealing with me being extremely random, or, something he did yesterday (28th) and yesterday night (27th) was sit directly next to me on my bed and lean in extremely close just to stare at my laptop screen. I'm unsure if he was trying to comfort me after Hecate scared the fuck out of me with a spider because I was paranoid and refused to sleep at all even after coming to an agreement that no more spiders will be sent into my bedroom with Hecate.

Based on that interaction, I feel as if Thanatos can become rather protective over people he's taken a liking to, his presence itself being rather warm, comforting, sometimes it's enough to make me feel like crying because suddenly all my anxieties, everything is just gone and I feel as if I don't have to worry about anything. Sometimes I'm unsure if I'm smelling lavender or some other floral scent, or even chamomile, which sometimes makes me think he's literally gone and gotten into my teas. I believe at times he's also gone and woken up Hypnos some nights just in order to get me to sleep. While writing this, I've felt warmth against my ear, cheek, felt peaceful, I smell a familiar scent that smells floral of some sort, so another thing is that Thanatos also seems to be rather curious once he's gotten used to someone. Although, as I don't find many people talking about their interactions with him, and based on how he told me that no one had ever really offered to let him just hangout whenever he wants with them before, I have a feeling that a lot of this is actually Thanatos feeling as if he is free to just be himself and that he's in a safe place because when I interact with him I don't see him as Death itself or as a literal Greek God/Deity, instead I treat him as if he's just like anyone else, I don't reach out to him for advice or help, I reach out to him because I genuinely enjoy interacting with him and I'm one of those few people who aren't afraid of death or dying, at least, not the concept of dying, as I would never do anything that actually puts me at a risk of death out of fear of being forgotten and also because I want to enjoy life as much as I can before it comes naturally.

I've also had a natural affinity towards death and the concept of an afterlife and Gods of Death, so to me, Death is a friend and is my friend, which I believe is why Thanatos interacts differently with me.

‧₊˚ ☾. ⋅ ⋯ 𝙿𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜

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Blue colored butterflies, specifically the Blue Morpho (for those who play Animal Crossing, it's the Emperor Butterfly, literally just learned it's actually called a Blue Morpho. Although the Ulysses Butterfly is also called an Emperor Butterfly or the Blue Emperor and is a swallowtail butterfly)

Red Spider Lilies (Japanese flowers associated with death)

That silly "guh-dong" sound that happens when you get a "Death Approaches" area in the game Hades.

White roses

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[beah388love]

Robby Keene Fluff Alphabet

18+ Minors DNI!!!

Full Masterlist

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A ctivities - What do they like to do with their s/o? How do they spend their free time with them?

He loves watching movies with you and cuddling whilst listening to music.

B eauty - What do they admire about their s/o? What do they think is beautiful about them?

He loves your hair , he loves playing with it and making hairstyles or shapes with it while your focusing on something or asleep.

C omfort - How would they help their s/o when they feel down/have a panic attack etc.?

He would sit with you and try to talk to you softly and get your mind off of what was causing your attack , if it was a place he would take you back to his house or somewhere else.

D reams - How do they picture their future with their s/o?

He pictures you guys happily together with a dog and your dream apartment/house with your dream jobs.

E qual - Are they the dominant one in the relationship, or rather passive?

He's quite passive but he can be quite dominant too , but your both equal and try not to be overly either.

F ight - Would they be easy to forgive their s/o? How are they fighting?

He would forgive you quite easily because be hated fighting with you because you was the only person he's every really cared about besides his mum. so he would give you space before talking to you about both of your feelings and talking things through.

G ratitude - How grateful are they in general? Are they aware of what their s/o is doing for them?

He's very grateful for you and sometimes thinks your a gift from god or an angel dent from heaven , he loves you and cherishes every moment with you.

H onesty - Do they have secrets they hide from their s/o? Or do they share everything?

He doesn't have any secrets and if he did he wouldn't be able to hide it from you for more than a week , he would break and Feel bad for lying.

I nspiration - Did their s/o change them somehow, or the other way around? Like trying out new things or helped them overcome personal problems?

You helped him emotionally and you got him to talk about his feelings to you , and he did the same for you.

J ealousy - Do they get jealous easily? How do they deal with it?

He gets jealous easily and he will come up to you and give you a big kiss before looking at the guy and asking you who he is , eventually the guy would leave after Robby gave you another kiss and wrapped his arm around your waist , holding you closer to him.

K iss - Are they a good kisser?

What was the first kiss like?

He's a great kisser. Robby took you to the skate park and you had to leave since your dad was waiting in the car for you "bye swayze I've gotta go" you said giving him a kiss and he couldn't comprehend what happened but after a couple seconds he realised and couldn't hold in his smile "bye Y/N" he said and waved with a big smile still shocked from what happened.

L ove Confession - How would they confess to their s/o?

You guys were in his bed cuddling , he was laying with his head on top of you stomach and his body in between your legs , you was playing with his hair while watching the movie that was on. "I love you" Robby said softly and you couldn't tell if you was hallucinating or not. "Mhm?" You asked in case you heard him wrong "I love you" he said again "I love you too" you answered blushing a little.

M arriage - Do they want to get married? How do they propose? What would the marriage be like?

He always says he wants to get married and he wants it on a beach with beautiful clear water and white soft sand. You was about to ask him something when you turned around and he was on me knee with a ring "Y/N will you marry me?" He said looking up at you with love in his eyes "YES" you said jumping into his arms and wrapping you legs around his waist as he kissed you passionately.

N icknames - What do they call their s/o?

He loves calling you Baby whilst cuddling and calling you cutie randomly every now and then.

O n Cloud Nine - What are they like when they are in love? Is it obvious for others? How do they express their feelings?

He will just look at you and admire you , that's how people began to notice it because he would just sit or stand there and just watch you from afar (not in a creepy way lol).

P DA - Are they upfront about their relationship? Do they brag with their s/o in front of others? Or are they rather shy to kiss etc. when others are watching?

He loves bragging about you and telling people about you and he doesn't mind giving you kisses in public.

Q uirk - Some random ability they

have that's beneficial in a relationship.

He knows when your social battery is low or completely gone. He will tell people that you and him are going home because it's getting late or you have plans. And he will cuddle you when you get home "thanks sometimes it's just so draining" you said and Robby smiled "it's okay i know you have a low social battery" he said mad kissed your head.

R omance - How romantic are they? What would they do to make their s/o happy? Cliché or rather creative?

He would do dinner dates and movie marathons with you and he didn't care if it was cliche or not as long as you both were happy and Enjoyed it.

S upport - Are they helping their s/o achieve their goals? Do they believe in them?

He loves helping you and watching you learn from him like in karate or in school.

T hrill - Do they need to try out new things to spice out your relationship? Or do they prefer a certain routine?

He likes trying new things out but he likes to have some things the same like the important things he loves.

U nderstanding - How good do they know their partner? Are they empathetic?

He knows you very well and he will always as comfort you and listen to you as long or as much as you need.

V alue - How important is the relationship to them? What is it's worth in comparison to other things in their life?

Your relationship is very important to him and he would give up lots for it because he knows how much you love eachother and how much he loves your relationship.

W ild Card - A random Fluff Headcanon.

He always puts your favourite cup on the bottom shelf so you can reach it and if you are giving him the silent treatment he'll put it at the top so you have to ask him to get it for you.

X OXO - Are they very affectionate? Do they love to kiss and cuddle?

He loves cuddling and kisses , he's very affectionate and loves being big spoon and little spoon.

Y earning - How will they cope when they're missing their partner?

He tries to forget about it during the day and will text you or call you throughout the day to check up on you and see how you are.

Z eal - Are they willing to go to great lenghts for the relationship? If so, what kind of?

He would go to great lengths for your relationship like he would give up karate for you.

[viiiiiiiiiin]

Okay so I have another cute zoro idea so hear me out reader has a crush on zoro but doesn’t think they are his type because their strength lies in more smarts rather then physical strength like let’s say they have a devil fruit power the allows them to avoid fights like maybe they can’t physically be hit because the can pass through any solid object so they never really focused on physical strength but since zoro is so obsessed with getting stronger they think oh he likes strong people aka people not like me little does reader know!! Also I LOVED THE OTHER REQUEST YOU WROTE FOR ME!!!!

Ghosted: Zoro x Reader

Includes: GN Reader , Zoro , a bit of Sanji , Reader's sister.

Info: Reader ate the Ghost - Ghost Fruit. This gives the user the ability to levitate and phase through objects. They can speak to the dead as well , and sometimes even absorb their power. The reader was imagined with a sister.

A / N: IM GLAD TOU LIKED IT ! I HOPE U LIKE THIS ONE AS WELL !! If you want a part 2 , lmk <33

You and Zoro had a strange dynamic. You were seen as best friends , but there always seemed to be something deeper down that nobody could put a finger on. You both were strong , but you never fought. You hated combat , but he didn't. You both seemed to be opposites , and still. You both were close.

You were more of a utility than a fighter. You would help with defense , strategy , and escape. You were the Strategist of the Strawhat Pirates , after all. People were unable to hit you , haki or not. To the crew , you were the brain and he was the brawn.

You both were almost never seen without one another , so one was bound to fall for the other. That just so happened to be you. You fell , and hard for that matter. You were infatuated with him , which everyone but him noticed.

However , you never tried to pursue him. In your eyes , he was strong as hell. He needed someone as strong as him , someone willing to fight. Someone who wouldn't drown the second they hit water , someone who could wield a sword as skillfully as him. You hated fights but he enjoyed them , so why would he like you ? That's what you told yourself.

He was strong and enjoyed being around people as strong as himself. It made you wonder , why did he hang around you ? You weren't strong. You hated combat. You were just a strategist , not a combat specialist. Because of this thought process , you never made an attempt to court him.

You usually talked about your issues with some souls that rested in your room. One of them being the soul of your past on sibling. On this day , you were ranting to her about how you felt.

"SisterName , he's strong. He loves a challenge ! He's one of the monster trio , and I'm not. I'm a strategist , Sistername. Why would he want someone as weak as me ?" Your face deflated as you fell into your bed. The color haired woman stood beside your bed and sighed.

"You know that's not true , Reader. Why would he be around you if he only liked strong people ?" She smiled softly and sat on the edge of your bed. Though she was there , no pressure was felt on your mattress. Not even a wrinkle was left in the place she resided in.

You groaned loudly and phased through your bed so that you were now resting on the ground below it. You whined , loud enough for her to hear. She laughed and rolled her eyes. "You're strong , Reader. You're strong in your own way. Don't forget that." She stood up from her place and sat down in front of where she once was. "Strength doesn't only lie within combat." She continued , laying on the ground to see you.

You sighed again and turned towards your sister. Your eyes met her glossed over white ones. You smiled gently and crawled out from under your bed. "Thank you , SisterName." You would've hugged her if you were able to touch her. You sat in front of her and watched as she nodded her head.

"Go talk to him , Reader. For now , I've got somewhere else to be. I'll be back. Love you , Reader. You know I'll always be here for you if you need anything." Her transparent hand patted your head , though you couldn't feel it. "Love you too , SisterName. Have fun." You watched as her ghostly form disappeared.

You took a deep breath and took a step outside of your dark room. You closed the door and started your long walk to the deck , thinking of the things your sister said to you as your feet slapped against the hard planks of the ground.

After what seems to be like forever , you reached the deck. Your eyes scanned the area in an attempt to find the green haired swordsman , only to be met with nothing. "Mosshead is in the crows nest." You heard from behind you. You turned around and saw a tuff of blonde hair. Sanji. You smiled kindly at the chef and nodded your head. "Thank you , Sanji." As the words left your lips , you began your walk to where Zoro was training.

Technically , you could've just floated up there and phased through the wall but you had some things to think about. What were you going to say ? How would you address your thoughts ? You were anxious , riddled with worry even. You took a deep breath as you approached the wooden door. You knocked twice then phased through the door.

The man in question was currently squatting with a weight that was half the size of the room. You knew he was strong , but DAMN. You stared at it , bewildered. Remembering what you came in for , you shook your head. "Oh. Hey , Reader." He spoke calmly , putting his weight down. It seems he just finished one of his sets.

He picked up a towel , throwing it around his neck as he picked up the bottle of water he brought with him. "Hey , Zoro. I have something to talk to you about." You spoke , a serious tone laced within your words. Zoro raised an eyebrow as he continued chugging his water. He leaned against the wall and placed his , now empty , water bottle on the ground. "Spit it out , Ghosty."

Your heart swelled a bit at the nickname , but you chose to ignore it for a bit. You took a deep breath and crossed your arms. "I'm . . I'm . . Iminlovewithyoubutiknowyoulikestrongpeoplesoiknowyouwontlikemeback." You spoke quickly , powers reacting to your anxiety. As you rambled and hid your reddening face , your body lifted from the ground and began to float around the room.

Zoro stared for a moment and laughed. "What ? Gonna need you to repeat that." You uncovered your face and gently placed yourself in front of him. "I'm in love with . . You . . But , uhm. I know you . . . Like strong people , so you don't have to say anything back." Your eyes closed tightly as you awaited his response , expecting harsh words to leave his lips. However , they didn't.

"As much as I like to fight , I don't JUST like strong people. You're tough , Reader. You can handle your own and I . . . love that about . . Uhm , you." His face was now reddening as he looked away from your color colored eyes. Your face lit up more and you turned your head.

"Just be honest , Zoro . . How do you feel about me ?" You spoke , a hint of sadness lacing your voice. His eyes turned to your form and softened. He sighed and sat on the ground.

"Fuck. I don't know how to express any feelings for you. But shit , Reader. You make my heart do weird things and -" He stopped and took a deep breath. "What I want to say is , I feel . . The same way." The last bit was spoken quietly , but you heard it. Your eyes lightened up as you ran up to him.

You threw your smaller arms around his muscular frame and smiled. "I'm glad , Zoro. Let's try not to keep things a secret again , especially feelings." You kissed his cheek and floated away from him.

He laughed and smirked at your words. "Deal."

[playertwotails]

Okay so this has been circling around in my head for like two weeks like a fly hitting windows in a sun-room.

So I'm back on my Tails kitsune AU bullshit and I've also recently gotten into Cult of the Lamb so now they've mashed in my brain into a hodgepodged gloop.

And it's all going below the cut if you wanna read my brain worms cause it's long

***Trigger warning for like blood and cults and kidnapping and drugging. Just to give people a heads up (nothing too graphic or detailed but just in case and let me know if you think I missed anything I might need to warn people about)****

Little side note before jumping into this: do not tag as shipping, there is no shipping here it's all platonic and familial. If I see a ship tag I will block you.

Starting off it doesn't matter if Tails is actually a kitsune or not (I personally prefer that yes he is just for the post situation of the gang all being like "okay so what species is Tails actually???" )

I've just had this idea in my head where some cult somewhere is started and they worship kitsune's as godlike entities. They then catch wind of Tails in the news or rumors and their target is now locked.

So this cults leader gets the 'big brain but head actually empty' idea to kidnap Tails like any sane cult leader would.

Now these people somehow stumble ass backwards into kidnapping Tails and keeping him contained. And by keeping him contained they're basically drugging Tails just enough he's conscious but nonreactive. And they basically dress him up and drag him to their ceremonies as more of object than a kid. Tails is hating it and actually scared cause what the hell is wrong with these people let him go home.

Meanwhile Sonic and the gang are all freaking out cause "WHERE IS HE??!!!!" Cause lets be honest kidnapped by a cult was not on any of their bingo cards and at this point they don't know that's what happened, they only know Tails is gone and none of the usual suspects have him.

Rouge starts going through her contacts on the side looking for any crumb of information and gets a lead. And in typical Rouge fashion splits off on her own to look into it. She then comes across the cult and infiltrates their compound.

During her snooping though she overhears the leader of the cult and his subordinates talking about "living forever through the blood of their god's mortal form", sees a statue of a multi-tailed fox and all the red flags are immediately up for her. Internal panic button is smashed. 2 + 2 = fucked up situation.

She's already pressing the "get your asses here" button on her communicator and tears off as quickly but quietly as she can looking for Tails. When she finds him he's in a locked room just laying in bed, all dressed up in a white outfit. Which strange for her to see him just laying there since normally he'd be out and gone long time ago She sees what they've been giving him next to the bed and she's now double pissed off. (I like to think it's at least been over a week Tails has been missing, but if you wanna get really angsty make about 6 months, just as long as Sonic was locked up in Forces).

As gently but quickly as she can she bundles up Tails and carries him cause at this point he's got so much in his system he can't walk or talk, blinking is kinda his only form of communication at the moment. To which Rouge doesn't know what's worse, for Tails to have been asleep for the whole time unaware or to be awake for the whole time and know what's happening.

Tails on the other hand is just so happy to see her and scared that he starts crying. Which is just breaking Rouge's heart to witness as she starts to backtrack out of there with him, with him just silently crying nonstop in her arms.

Unfortunately only about halfway to the exit they discover Tails is gone and the place starts going into lock down with cultist swarming the halls of the place. And even though Rouge is an excellent fighter, she's in close quarters with a kid who can't walk so she's quickly overrun by cultist who tie her up and take Tails back.

The leader then using all of his one brain cell figures she's already signaled to the other's where they are and he knows it's only a matter of time before the fastest thing on the planet busts their door down looking for his little brother.

The leader announces to the group they're moving up the ceremony to now much to Rouge's horror and they drag her along too kicking and screaming cause they don't have time to drop her off in a cell or anything.

Everyone is now in this big ceremony/chapel room that has a big stone table covered in white flowers, that suspiciously is the perfect size for an 8 year old fox to lay down on. And the leader does just that laying Tails on the table.

Rouge is throwing an absolute fit and cursing everyone out cause no way in hell is she gonna let this happen, it's to the point multiple people are having to hold her down even with her tied up cause she's kicking up such a storm of rage.

Meanwhile, Tails is mentally absolutely freaking out in a panic and is terrified out of his mind, especially when the leader brings out a large ornate knife and starts chanting something.

As the leader is finishing up and reeling back his hand with the knife Sonic busts in and sees all of this. Immediately rushing to the table just as the cult leader goes for the downswing.

Sonic just barely catches the knife about an inch from Tails' chest grabbing on to the blade of it and cutting his hand which drips onto Tails.

Now Sonic finally has a moment to process all of this and what exactly is happening and for obvious reasons he is beyond pissed off. He's probably not far off from turning into dark Sonic or it's creeping around the edges of him. And just as he's about to send the cult leader to meet his maker he glances at Tails' face and that's the only reason he doesn't kill the leader right then and there. Cause Sonic thought Tails was asleep but now he notices not only is Tails somewhat awake but tears are streaming down his face.

So Sonic does the next best thing in this situation, knocks out the leader in less than a second and just pulls Tails into a hug off the table and starts just sobbing with Tails in his lap curled up on the floor. Cause the horror of what about happened and the relief Tails is okay and he found him in time hits Sonic all at once.

The rest of the cultists are still frozen cause for Sonic, Tails and the leader all that happened in less than a minute and the group is still catching their bearings of everything that just happened. Which is a good thing cause in that moment everyone else catches up and runs into this whole scene.

From their perspective though they just see Sonic sobbing over a limp Tails with blood on his chest (from Sonic's hand but they don't know that), a guy knocked out (or possibly dead??) next to them, a big stone table that suspiciously looks like an alter also next to them, Rouge who is still cursing up a storm tied up in the corner and held down by like 5 people, and a room full of people in matching robes that look like the guy up near Sonic and Tails.

The rest of the group now splits off with Amy and Knuckles running over to Sonic and Tails, Shadow going for the leader on the ground, Omega going to help Rouge, and the rest of their friends they had helping them splitting off to take care of the rest of the cultists.

From here everything gets resolved, cultists and leader locked up, Tails getting what ever drugs they were giving him out of his system and going home and everyone somewhat going back to their lives. Sonic however does not leave Tails' side for a while and hovers around him which for the first few weeks Tails appreciates cause if he's honest he doesn't want Sonic to be far from him either after everything and really doesn't want to be alone for long. Tails get constant nightmares about the situation and is snuggling with his big brother almost every night. Which is great for Sonic cause he's also getting terrible nightmares from the ordeal and feels better when he wakes up and Tails is right there.

It does get to the point though where after a bit of recovery and time healing the mental scars Tails has to convince Sonic that he can be go back to running around and exploring without Tails right next to him. It takes a lot of convincing and scheduling regular check-ins (like 5x more than they previously had) but Sonic and Tails slowly get somewhat back to their normal lives.

If you wanna get angsty though have it so Sonic is just a second too slow in saving Tails and the fallout from that. (couldn't be me though I'm a hurt/comfort girly at heart, give me the angst but everyone's okayish in the end)

[rottingpirate]

You're hurting me || Simon "Ghost" Riley x M!reader

Warnings; typical CoD violence, blood, gunshot wounds, slight angst

A/N: the title makes this sound angstier than it actually is, it's pretty fluffy tbh

The sound reached your ears before the bullet imbedded itself into your body. You fell to the ground with a thud, feeling sort of dizzy, your head spinning from the loud gunfire. It could be from the headache or maybe it was the bullet that pierced through your shoulder. You coughed up blood, gripping the bullet wound tightly.

"Fuck- Shit. Shit," you whispered to yourself as you tried to stop the bleeding. "Just stay awake," was all you could think of at that moment.

"Y/N" you heard Ghost through the comms, "You still with us? What happened."

"Ah, L.T., fuck. I'm shot. I've got no ammo left," 

You could hear him mumbling something under his breath, probably about how reckless and stupid you were. "How bad?"

"Just the shoulder. It's not that big of a deal…"

It was silent for a couple of seconds. "Get up and leave before someone shoots your brains out next. You need to get out of there." Silence followed, as you slowly sat up, wincing at the throbbing pain in your shoulder. Damn, the bastard got me good. 

Your vision starts to get fuzzy at the edges, all the colors and sounds seeming to blur together in your head. No no no stay cool, it’s fine, you can take this, Y/N. Whatever you do, just don’t get angry.

Your shoulder hurt like a bitch, The arm was covered in a thick layer of blood and it was dripping, slowly, down into the cold and muddy ground. The pain was welcomed though because it chased away the sleepiness that had been starting to creep over you and this time when you moved, biting your lip to stop yourself from making any noise. You can do this. You have to do this.

/

Ghost was determined to make a quick getaway, so he grabbed your better arm and helped you into the car as quietly as possible. Once you were in, he hurried around to the driver's side, hopped in, and drove away. You kept your head held in both palms and leaned forward during the ride, focusing on the scenery outside the window. The rhythmic hum of the engine was almost soothing, but you could still feel your heart pounding in your chest.

/

Ghost had searched the infirmary in vain, unable to find the person he was looking for. It was impossible that you hadn't walked in; you had to be here somewhere. With a small sigh of frustration, he turned to Soap, who stood at his side. "Have you seen Y/N?"

Soap glanced around, before answering, “Think I saw him go to his room.” 

Ghost nodded, “Thanks, Soap.” Ghost was determined to make it to your room in the shortest amount of time possible. He felt a sense of urgency as he quickly navigated through the crowded space. Every step was filled with intention as he noted the people around him, yet he also felt a sense of urgency. He knew that you needed medical attention and he was not going to let anything stand in his way.

You lay in your bed. Pain still ached from your wounds. You grimaced from a shock wave of pain that flowed in your body. You jumped slightly as you heard a light knocking on the door.

The door to your room opens with a small whoosh of air. You were shirtless, with dozens of wounds and bruises. You looked up. “Ghost...” You greeted nervously.

Don't panic. Don't panic. Don't panic.

If looks could kill you'd be dead by now. You probably thought he was pissed off right now. Which he is, but he was mostly horrified. Not because of the sight of blood, but because you had so many scars and wounds that you seemed to not care about. He always knew you were the selfless-type, but at this point you might as well be killing yourself. Ghost felt his heartbreak at the sight and he vowed to do whatever was necessary to help you.

Ghost took in a deep breath, his eyebrows knitted. He sat beside you, looking at all the speckles of blood on your white sheets before sitting down. “Y/N, why the hell did you think it was a good idea to head to your room instead of the infirmary?”

You muttered back that it wasn't a big deal, pulling the sheets up more closer to your chin. It was like you were trying to keep yourself warm. He sighed and wiped your hair off your forehead. “Leave me alone." you whispered, but he refused to budge. He looked at you with a stern expression, his eyes scanning your wounds.

“You're not fine,” Ghost looked at you.

He grabbed the first aid kit and took out bandages, an antiseptic, and cotton balls. Both of you sat still as he applied the chemical to your wound.

You were overcome with emotion as he wrapped a good amount of gauze arund the wound. “Told you, didn't think it was a big deal.”

"Y/N..." He was worried, scared.

His expression softened as he gestured at the gashes and cuts down your arms and neck,“ I’m pretty sure this is not fine.”

"I'm fine." You told him shortly.

You shrugged, “there’s more people with more injuries than me. Besides, this isn’t the worst thing in the world.”

“Still,” Ghost continued, treating to your wounds, “you have to go to the infirmary when you’re injured."

He breathed out when he wrapped the last gauze. You glanced up at him, “I’ll consider it, sir.” He nodded

"You broke your promise." Huh? 

"Wh-"

"You promised you wouldn't get reckless." His voice raised a little. "You lied." He was angry and hurt, but he kept his emotions in check. He knew you were trying to do what was right, but the recklessness had put you in danger.

“Uh, Ghost? You alright?”

His gaze still pinned at the number of scars on your body. His fingers clenched together. He felt a combination of emotions - anger, sorrow, and guilt. He was angry that he hadn't been around to protect you, and sorrowful that you had to go through this alone.

His gaze was still fixed on your body as he silently took in the sight. The pain in his chest seemed unbearable, yet he did not dare express it. He knew you were doing what you thought was best for him, but he wanted to be the one who could protect you. You were selfless and brave in the face of danger - a quality that Ghost admired. He was grateful for your presence in his life and vowed to return the favor.

He looked up, slowly shaking his head, “No, I’m not. I’m worried about you,” You laughed lightly, “since when were you worried about me? Isn’t this my job?”

Ghost ignored your joke, “since now I’m worried,” he shot back, “you have so many scars, it’s actually getting concerning.” you furrowed your eyebrows, your face turning serious.

“You always say we should be careful but at this point it doesn’t even look like you care if you get hit!” He said, his voice raising to a yell, “and honestly, it’s a little hypocritical.”

You glared at him, “I’m not being a hypocrite, Ghost. And even if I was, it’s for a good reason. I don’t want you guys to get more hurt.” Ghost laughed bitterly, “oh! So it’s okay if you get hurt? See, a hypocrite.”

“Ghost, I am not being a hypocrite," you stated firmly, you put on your ‘enough is enough’ face, the face that you’d usually use to end an argument. 

Ghost wasn't going to walk out the room just yet though.

"You don't get it, do you?" He shouted, "if you keep risking yourself like this, I might never see you again. Don’t you get it? You’re hurting yourself! You’re hurting me." The last sentence came out as a whisper, but you picked it up. 

A shot of pain and guilt had you doubling over, your fingers cleching.

"You're like a child!" Ghost continued, "You’re nothing but an irritating, self-centered bastard who only thinks about himself. You-”

You flinch back, looking regretful, but mostly infuriated, "Ghost-"

"No, just, shut up!" he shouted, regretting his outburst. Ghost's already menacing glare took on a murderous glint. You have never seen him this angry, seeing him yelling was a whole new experience.

He was scared. He was so, so, so damn scared that you might die one day sacrificing yourself for them. Why can't you see that?

You scoffed, trying to keep your cool "Ghost, I'm alive, so stop bitchin'" 

Ghosts head snapped up. You had just spoken to your superior in a manner that could be considered disrespectful - something you knew better than to do.

“Look,” you said. “I know how you feel, and I’m sorry you have to put through this. But, there’s a silver lining: you can cope with the current pain knowing that you will eventually have a dreamless sleep when you’re getting some rest. It may not be forever, but it could be a good trade-off.”

You just shrugged. "It's a nice bonus in some way."

You looked at him. He looked back, but said nothing. The tension in the room was palpable and you felt yourself shrinking as he continued to stare. He said nothing and eventually you looked away, unable to continue the silent battle of wills.

There was a sense of unpredictability in the air, and it didn't seem to get any better over time.

/

The rest of the day, Ghost stayed in his room and stared at an old picture of you and him. You were smiling, and you didn't look like you had any wounds or injuries.

Even though it would harm you, your insatiable desire to defend your friends to the fullest extent was the only thing that remained constant.

Ghost thought it was great at first. He was aware that no matter what, you would always have his back. He wishes you could now be a little bit selfish for a while.

You, to no one's surprise, was the one who opened his door. Probably going to lecture him about how "being in this line of work means you have to make sacrifices" or "I'm just trying to protect you" are examples of heroism and cliché. As Ghost took a deep breath, he mentally prepared himself.

"Ghost, I'm sorry."

That was certain to surprise him. An apology? His only word as he stared at you was a small "what?"

"You’re right," You said as you sat down on a nearby chair. "I'm being hypocritical."

You elaborated, "I want to stay here for as long as I can," adding, "I thought about what you said, and I promise that from now on I’ll try to think about myself more."

Ghost approached you and gave you a hug. Before chuckling and responding to the embrace, You let out a quiet "oh."

He cracked a joke, half-joking, "Glad I finally got through your thick skull." patting your back, you also let out a small laugh.

Now, all that Ghost wanted was for you to keep your word this time.

[itwasthereaminuteago]

|| Rough Road ||

Frank Castle x female Reader.

Tags/warnings: 'annoying acquaintances of circumstance' to lovers, fingering, oral (f rec), unprotected sex (wrap in RL!), swears 😯

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"I think we should try and find somewhere to pull over." you say to Frank. You had been driving for hours and the snow was coming down harder now.

"Mm, I'm pretty sure there's a motel about 15 miles ahead, we can make it, get a couple of rooms and start again in the morning." He replies, concentrating on the road.

You stare up through the windscreen at the neverending horizonless thick grey-white of the sky and the flurry of heavy flakes building up on the road ahead of you. "I don't think we'll make it that far."

Sure enough after another couple miles the road became impassable, you had hardly seen any other cars ahead of you or coming the other way for most of the drive. It was gonna get dark fairly soon.

"Shit." Frank says simply, turning off the ignition after he stopped the van at the side of the road.

"Thank fuck I've got cell service" you say, "I'm gonna call for a truck."

While you were on the phone Frank checked his paper maps for the nearest habitations, but there was nothing that warranted risking trying to walk through a snowstorm at night.

"Okay, the rescue company is dealing with shitloads of people in similar situations and 'cos we've got a van and some supplies they're saying we're further down the list. Earliest they could get to us is tomorrow morning."

"Alright, well they'll probably have cleared the roads by then. Guess that ain't too bad. Just gotta hunker down for the night."

You kicked at the dash in frustration. "Urgh. I told you we should've left after the storm, now we're stuck here in your stupid van, which stinks by the way."

"Stinks?" He screwed up his face in disbelief. "What of? I keep it clean!"

"Of you!"

"Listen, as much as you're a complete pain in my ass it was too dangerous to wait in the city any longer. Now the Russians associate you with me…"

You threw your head back against the rest and sighed. "Yeah. I know. Just gotta lay low for a while." you parroted.

"This ain't exactly my idea of heaven either sweetheart."

You hated when he called you that. Even though it was just an automatic thing for him and it didn't mean anything it really annoyed you. He reached into the back bringing out a pack of cards from the seemingly random selection of shit he had squirreled away there. "Imagine you don't wanna talk about what happened, so it's this or I-Spy."

You groaned and nodded as you whiled away an hour or so playing blackjack until your hungry stomach noises got too loud to ignore.

"Alright, chicken or beef sub?" he asked, diving into the backpack.

You chose the chicken.

"Damn, this is really good. You pick them up before we left? Where from?"

"Made em." He replied, taking a bite of his own.

"Huh." You mused, digging in again.

"Surprised I can make a sandwich?" He scoffs.

You shrug. "Surprised you can make a good sandwich. Guess being ex-marine you gotta have some talents."

"You got no idea." He throws you a wink as he takes a sip of coffee from the thermos and you roll your eyes.

After another hour of whooping his ass at blackjack and a lightning quick excursion into the nearby trees and back to relieve yourself, your yawns and heavy eyelids make it clear that you're gonna have to go to sleep at some point soon.

"Does one of us, uh, need to keep watch or something?" You ask him, watching as he crawls into the back of the van and starts digging out a mat, a singular sleeping bag and blanket.

"Nah. Even if they did send someone to follow us ain't nobody getting through this, we're safe enough." He rolled out the bag and caught your awkward look.

You wrapped your arms around you, it was getting cold now the residual heat from the van had disappated. "So… just the one lot of bedding then?"

He nods. "Yeah, usually just me in here y'know, with all my stank."

You rolled your eyes again. "Yeah, I guess that makes sense."

He has to resist the urge to let you panic about sleeping beside him for a while longer, he's not that cruel. "It's okay, you can have it. I'll be alright up front." He sees your visible relief as you process what he's said, nodding and rummaging in your pack for the toothbrush and toiletries you'd thankfully picked up at your last gas stop, there having been no time to grab anything but the absolute ultimate essentials before you left.

The thick layer of snow that had built up around and on top of the van probably provided quite a bit of insulation, but that didn't exactly stop you from being fucking freezing. You tried to snuggle up deeper into the sleeping bag, all your clothes and a beanie on and the blanket on the top, but you were still cold. You tilted your head up to glance at Frank in the passenger seat, still awake with his jacket on and arms wrapped around himself tight, the occasional puff of his breath misting the air.

"You awake?" You ask, already knowing he was.

"Yeah. You alright?"

"Cold."

"Yeah."

The silence between you seemed to stretch on forever. You pull the blanket tighter around you.

Fuck it. "Uh, if you want, you could come back here, share the blanket? And y'know, body heat will help I guess."

"Thought you couldn't stand my stink?" He throws back at you.

"Well, the cold is kinda trumping that, but it's fine if you don't wanna… just thought it is your stuff after all, don't wanna put you out of your own van."

"Nah, s'good idea." he agrees, climbing into the back with you. You shiver at the initial chill as he lifts the edge of the blanket to lie next to you, your back to his. His jacket is cold against you but after a while you began to warm up, stopping your shivering and finding yourself drifting easily to sleep.

When you wake up it's still dark but you're warm, hot even. As you gradually gain a bit more consciousness you realise that the reason is because Frank has you in a bear hug. He must have turned around in his sleep. His arm is draped over you, big hand splayed over your stomach pulling you impossibly close to him. The only skin contact is his nose at the back of your neck, the warm exhales tickling the light hair there.

It's… pleasant, maybe even something more. He actually smells good. You smile to yourself thinking about the juxtaposition of this killing machine, this angry guard dog let off the chain being a big soft snuggly puppy of a man behind closed doors.

You shift slightly in his hold and then freeze.

Okay, maybe not so soft…

Despite the layers of clothing and a sleeping bag between you, it's unmistakable that it's his cock that's hard and pressing against your ass. You try to rationalise. It's just a normal bodily response after all, but do you dare move? What if he wakes up and it gets awkward, you've got a lot of driving still to do if this snow ever clears…

Any control is taken away from you as Frank stretches momentarily and then wraps you even tighter in his arms, his nose nuzzling into your skin and hips slowly grinding against you with a quiet contented moan. He suddenly stops, pulls away as he wakes and realises where he is, where you are, and what he's doing.

"Shit, fuck…" he turns away from you as he sits up scrubbing his hand over his face. "I'm sorry, I uh… it's uh, been a while since… y'know?"

The blanket rustles softly as you shrug.

"Fuck, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to-" He cuts himself off as his eyes adjust to the darkness, his ears registering the sound of the sleeping bag zip being opened and his gaze finding the smallest glimmer of soft light reflected in your own.

"It's okay. S'been a while for me too," you admit. This might be the stupidest decision you've ever made when it comes to sex, or even when it comes to roadtrips, but you can't seem to override it. Not when he looks at you like that, smells like that, makes you feel like that. He saved your life but you don't think that's all it is.

You slough off your defensive dislike and begin to embrace something that at least feels real.

His face is a picture in the dim snow-reflected light within the van as you reach for him, pulling his warmth and his lips towards you. He's taken aback, but his hand cups your jaw and you find yourself surprised by the tenderness with which his mouth meets your own. You don't waste a second, catching his wrist and guiding him down to palm over your chest, quickly leading his hand under the waistband of your pants so he can feel just how much he's affected you in this short space of time. It's like you're trying not to have the time to think about it. You both carry ghosts from your past that you've never openly shared, but you know, simply from the slight hesitation in his touch even as you urge him on.

The tender kisses soon heat up. "Call me sweetheart again." You breathe against his mouth, and he groans deep as his fingers meet with the wetness at your core. Your own hands explore underneath his jacket, fingers feeling the hard muscle of his chest under his shirt. You reach down to cup his cock through his jeans and then tug at them, moaning as he hurries to unbutton your pants so he can swipe his fingers through your slick folds. His mouth is on your skin, hungry to taste more of you as you scrabble to undo his pants too, urging them and his underwear down just enough to free his gloriously erect cock. He helps you wriggle halfway out of your pants too and now you're jacking each other off like a couple of teenagers, his fingers slippery and desperate over your throbbing clit, and yours covered with sticky precum as you wrap your hand around and stroke him.

"Oh shit…" you whine, as he skillfully brings you closer to the edge, your hips moving against his hand as he watches you. You forget the cold, gasping as he slips a finger inside you, your grip tightening around his cock making him grunt in such a delicious way that you can't help the words spilling from your lips.

"Frank, fuck me, please!" You're begging, you've never begged for anything other than to stay alive, but you need this, you want to feel him inside you, there's nothing else that will satisfy the ache.

He pauses, staring at you like you've just proposed or something. It takes him a hot minute to register what you're saying, but once those words sear into his brain he moves fast, lips sucking and kissing at the skin of your neck like a brand as he yanks your pants all the way down and off, his mouth following. He pushes up your shirt when he gets to the hem, his tongue trailing right up the centerline of your body to your bra where he mouths over the curve of your breasts before pulling down a cup. You arch your back as he takes your peaked nipple between his lips before he continues downward.

You claw at his shoulders as his nose bumps at the front of your underwear, just giving your clit the barest pressure, teasing you instead of giving you what you need, but you soon change your mind as he hooks his fingers under the elastic pulling them off you so he can bury his face in your pussy. He presses your thighs apart, holding you down as your hips try to rise up to meet the mind melting sensation of his tongue on you, in you. You moan, curse, and praise him as he quickly stokes your need and desire into a sharp dense point where you can do nothing else but implode in on yourself, screaming his name as he makes you feel.

He rises from between your thighs, licking his glistening lips with a small smile. It looks good on him.

"You alright, sweetheart?"

"Getting warmer, could be better." You throw back as you catch your breath and return the smile, yanking him back over you and using your feet to help him push his pants all the way off. When you take him in your hand again his gaze flits between your eyes and your mouth, which he claims in a hot kiss as you guide him to you, reveling in the feeling of the head of his thick cock spearing inside your heat.

"God damn." is all he can say, and you can only agree as he repeats it like a mantra as the slow slide of his cock filling and stretching your cunt has your eyes almost rolling back into your head with a long and loud moan.

You wrap your legs around his waist as he rolls his hips into you, the mental and physical battle he's fighting between going slowly, gently, and pounding you fucking senseless is palpable. He's drawing out sounds that you would never even make when you're alone. It might just be because you haven't had any form of touch from anyone for a long time, but you're more certain that it's all him that's making you flustered, hitting all your spots and stripping you down to a bare wire of being with nothing but his soft dark eyes.

That growling, barking, flesh-ripping fighting dog is still there underneath, you can feel how he holds it inside himself, yanking at the chain and always ready to be released when there's a need. The fact that he's driven you out of the city is proof that he actually cares what the fuck happens to you, and that sort of blows your mind. You could have easily gone alone, you were ready to jump on a Greyhound and make your own way but he wouldn't have it. He made you his responsibility. Yeah he was a killer but he was also a protector. Your protector.

He wasn't much of a talker but with his dick buried inside you he's soon gritting out reams of praise that have you clenching around him and mewling as his hand squeezes over the firm curve of your ass.

"Feel so good girl, s'fucking tight…"

You inhale sharply as he reaches between your hot skin to find your clit and ensure that you feel what he's feeling. Your fingernails graze over his scalp and the short hair at the nape of his neck as you pull him even closer, your second orgasm building up fast as he drives into you over and over.

"Ohh, god-"

"That's it sweet thing," he murmurs against your ear as the indescribable feeling of his cock dragging inside has you both on the very edge. "C'mon angel, such a good girl f'me."

You keen at the praise, something he'd unlocked from your subconscious with the simplest key, something even you didn't know you would react to. "Fuck… you're gonna make me-"

Frank feels you start to shake around him, moving his fingers even faster over that swollen little bundle of nerves. It's too much.

"Shit. You feel too fuckin' good, I gotta-" He moves to pull out suddenly and you claw at his ass stopping him before he does, you'll be damned if you don't feel him come inside you.

You whine as he stills. "Fuck! Don't stop, don't fucking stop…"

He looks for your assurance. "You sure? You want this?" his voice is quieter now, wavering. If you say yes he doesn't know that he'll last.

You nod frantically, tilting your hips up, wrapping your arms around his neck, the movement making him groan as you feel like utter heaven around him. He never thought you could be so soft, so open, needy.

The van rocks gently on its suspension as he resumes, every powerful thrust as he's fucking you punching such beautiful sounds from your throat. He can feel every gripping twitch of your perfect cunt as you begin falling apart underneath him, so tight, hot, and wet and quietly begging him to fill you. Your nails dig into the muscle of his huge shoulders and your mouth falls open, thighs tightening their hold around his waist as your moans crest. Don't stop, you told him, and he briefly wonders how he thought he ever could when you feel like this.

"Good girl, fuck- that's my good girl…" it's whispered and desperate, he's barely holding on by a hair.

The possessiveness in his words makes your eyes scrunch up tight and your body open. His cock is hitting you hard right where you need it, the focused touch of his fingers radiating out and burning you up.

"F-frank I-"

You unravel, crying out as you clench around him again and again as torrents of pleasure rip through your entire body. Your eyes fly open, locked on his, determined to witness how he might follow you into bliss. Your hips buck up chasing his own, his harsh warm breath washing over your skin with a deep, sensual moan as he finally lets go, pulsing inside you, not stopping the slowing, stuttering motion of his thrusts until he's given you absolutely everything he's got.

Laying there still entwined, a deep satisfying rumble from Frank's chest breaks the contrasting near-silence as he carefully rolls you on top of him and strokes his fingers lightly over your cheek and along your jaw, sliding them into your hair as his lips brush yours in a soft kiss.

"Frank..." you hum, your forehead resting on his. You can't stop your small nervous giggle as you're still unsure about what this is.

"Yeah." is all he says in return, his hands gliding down over your bare back and your hips, the sleeping bag and blankets forgotten now that inside the van had become a damn sight warmer. The windows with the covering of snow on the outside almost glow through the misting from your body heat on the inside of the glass. It's like you're trapped in a snowglobe. The image soon shatters as your mind clears from the dreamy fog of what you've just done.

"Shit. I-I'm sorry, I know that you-" you start to explain all the reasons that you know this is just a one-time thing, more for yourself than him, but he stops you before you can reel off the excuses.

"Hey," he says, gently catching your chin in his hand and running his fingers lightly over your skin. "We don't need to do all that shit, y'know?"

You can't help looking anywhere but in his eyes.

"Hey, c'mon, it's okay." He repeats.

You wish he wasn't like this, wish he would be colder with you, go back to the sniping, reluctant, thrown-together partnership, or whatever it was you had before. It takes effort but when you manage to meet the warmth of his gaze it feels like something you could get used to looking at.

"Look, it is what it is, yeah? I'm gonna keep you safe, no matter what."

You nod and allow him to pull you close to his chest, feeling the rise and fall of his breath and the thump of his heart through his ribcage.

"It is what it is," you murmur, your eyes growing heavy as you melt into sleep.

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Eternal Sunshine

(Gif is not mine)

Request: Nope

Gavin Gore x Male Reader

Desc: When reader comes back from winter vacation during the end of spring, Gavin and him have a lot of catching up to do.

Type: Fluff

Warnings: Kissing two idiots in love.

Enjoyyy

You and Gavin were always attached to the hip. Mostly due to his golden retriever personality and you secretly being madly in love with him. He was your everything. And secretly, you were his. But he stuck to girls. Not because of opinions. But it was what he was used to.

You ended up leaving town for a winter. Coming back during the summer. And he couldn't be more estastic. He waited for you at your house for about three hours that day. When you finaly got out of your car and saw eachother you guys ran as quickly as you could.

He picked you up spinning you around, and even when he sat you down he was still hugging you. He missed the way you smelled, he missed hearing your flip flops or sandals smack the ground. And most of all he missed you.

And you missed him. "I'm glad I'm missed" you said after you two pulled away from the hug. "Yeah, it's been kinda boring without you here. I've missed you, a lot" Gavin Said. And it created butterflies in your stomach giving you a light blush.

He soon took your hand dragging you off to somewhere. "Gavin, where are we going?" You say giggling as he pulled you. "You'll see" he said giggling. You were gonna question where his girlfriend was but you thought, for your benefit you shouldn't ask.

You guys eventually came upon an abandoned park in the middle of a field. It wasn't eerie, it was more comforting than you'd think. He walked over to the swings sitting on one and you sat on the other.

"How was your winter?" He asked you genuinely."It was boring, I really did miss you" you said laying your head on his shoulder. Gavin blushed. He liked the feeling you gave him. He liked the feeling of, being somewhat protective over you.

"Gavin?" You asked with your head on his shoulder. "Yeah, (y/n/n)" He responded gazing at the sunset. "I'm glad I'm here with you" You said lifting your head up to look at him. He then turned to you with furrowed eyebrows. But then they softened at the sight of your face.

He gave you a toothy grin giving you a great view of his pearly whites you blushed. "Oh, guess what, I gained abs" Gavin Said excitedly as he lifted up his shirt showing you a lightly muscular chest. You giggled. "Uhm, but seriously, if I tell you something will you be mad" you asked preparing to let the cat out of the bag.

"I doubt it, I don't think you could say anything to make me really mad" he said with a serious face. You took a deep breath and... "I love you" you said Quickly closing your eyes. You couldn't bring yourself to look at him. His eyes softened. He had a goofy grin on his face. Only if you could see it.

"Please say-" you were cut of by Gavin cupping your chin and making you look at him in the eyes. You saw his beautiful goofy smile and your heart jumped. You didn't expect his next move. He smashed his lips onto yours.

His lips were soft and plump and intoxicating. You put a hand in his hair smiling into the kiss. It then started raining. It was like a scene from a movie. And you were enchanted. You cupped his face. Deepening the kiss making him moan into it. You finally pulled apart for air.

"I love you too,and I think I have for a long time. Eversince you set m and my ex up I knew I loved you" Gavin Said smiling through the rain. Both of you now wet. "Kiss me" you say grinning.

And he does. He picks you up wrapping your legs around his waist. He kissed you passionately not breakin at all. You gripped his hair, now as the wet feeling became normal. You finally pull away once more. "Will you go out with me?" Gavin Said grinning

You smiled softly. "I'd love to" you say basking in his embrace. "Great, titans on Saturday?" Gavin asked."Of course. You said. He gave you a kiss on the head. "Can I Uhm, walk you home? If you don't mind" Gavin asked. "I have no problem with that" you say.

He the signals for you to get on his back and you do. You kiss his cheek giggling and he blushed a bright pink. He dashed to your house making sure you didn't fall. He loved you with his all. And you loved him even more.

Should I make this a series????

[koiyan-hades-kid-with-a-system]

Camp/Underworld Quotes #6

Koiyan, making exotic wines and meads: Be the wine experimenter they said. It'll be fun they said.

Cory, helping them bottle the wines: Wtf is a star fruit?

Koiyan, done with their pale white ass not knowing 90% of the exotic fruits they know: Questions later, bottling now.

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Dionysus, seeing Koiyan make wines with ease: ...Are you sure you're not my child?

Koiyan, making rice wine on the roof: It's just the Vietnamese in me.

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Other kids, getting wasted easily, looking at Koiyan: How come you're not a Dionysus kid and not drunk at this point?

Koiyan, been drinking since she was 2 years old: Experience

Other kids: How?

Koiyan: Vietnam has no legal drinking age. Kids start drinking usually at 10-12 there. My mortal step-father did.

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Cory: Why rice wine?

Koiyan, taste testing the rice wine: It's what my area of Vietnam is known for.

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Koiyan: When I die I want Cory to lower me into my grave so they can let me down one last time.

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Zagreus: I'm gonna get my pilot's license. I've already got a driver's license and a cosmetology license, that's two of the big five licenses.

Koiyan: The big five licenses?

Zagreus: Driver's license, cosmetology license, pilot's license, fishing license, and… license to kill! I can't wait to get that one.

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Zagreus, helping Thanatos dispose the bodies Koiyan made: You stole my Adamant Rail for this.

Koiyan: The alters wanted violence and Ares told us to help with the war.

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Zagreus: What state do you live in?

Thanatos: Constant anxiety.

Cory: Denial.

Koiyan: Perfection.

Cyrilla, pointing to all of the camp: NEW YORK! WE'RE ALL IN NEW YORK LONG ISLAND.

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Koiyan: I’ve become a bread crumb dealer to four crows at the lake. They pay me with a bit of everything. Like shiny things, fabric, or pens. But recently they paid me with a 20 dollar bill they found somewhere. So I decided to buy them some more expensive bread. They loved it. So they understand what to do. Give me money. I’ve probably racked up about 200 dollars at this point. Is it morally wrong though, I mean. They’re the ones who steal the money from others. Or perhaps they just have a big pile laying somewhere. Should I keep on doing this?

Cory: You sound like the start of a Batman villain.

Koiyan, now being flocked by crows: More like the crazy bird lady from Home Alone 2

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Koiyan: I think you're still suffering the effects of your party last night.

Nico: All I drank was Redbull!

Koiyan: How many?

Nico: Eighteen.

Koiyan: I'm getting Will-

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Cyrilla: Whose turn is it to give the pep-talk before capture the flag?

Koiyan: *sighing* Zagreus.

Zagreus, now hanging around camp and is now a camp counselor: Fuck shit up out there, but don’t die.

Cory: *wiping away a tear* So inspirational.

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Cyrilla: *is hugging Koiyan*

Thanatos: Hey! It's my turn to hug Koiyan!

Thanatos: *grabs Koiyan*

Zagreus: *kicking down the door* What do you mean, "yOuR tUrN"? We agreed now is my time slot!

Cyrilla: No, It's still my turn!

Koiyan: *suffocating* Guys, I love you, but just because I'm the smallest doesn't mean you can be hugging me constantly!

Thanatos: But we need the moral support!

Cyrilla: And you're small! Which is cute!

Zagreus: If I don't hug you right now I think the depression will kick in and my body will stop functioning.

Koiyan: *close to tears* Well- I, I guess.

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Koiyan, at the slightest provocation: I came into this earth screaming and covered in someone else's blood and and I'm not afraid to leave the same way.

Zagreus, knowing its her cycle: Want chocolate?

Koiyan, about to cry: Yes please.

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Koiyan: *Plays Slender: The Eight Pages*

*Jumpscare*

Koiyan, the only Asian in the group: *Jumps back* OH SHIT, IT'S A WHITE GUY!!!

Cyrilla: Do you mean me?

Koiyan: Not this time

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Koiyan, to Cory: You're starting to forget your Spanish. You don't practice.

Cory: Lo siento. Estoy embarazada.

Koiyan: You just told me you're pregnant.

Thanatos: Congratulations Cory, you're glowing!

Cyrilla: Who's the unlucky guy?

Koiyan: Estoy rodeado de idiotas (I am surrounded by idiots)

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Cory: Where's Zagreus?

Koiyan: Don't worry, I'll find them.

Koiyan, shouting: Thanatos sucks!

Zagreus, distantly: Thanatos is the best person ever! Fuck you!

Koiyan: Found them.

Thanatos, tearing up: Babe...

[nukki93]

How long have you been 24/7? What advice would you give to someone looking to make the plunge? My biggest fear is wearing around friend/family/colleagues.

That's a really good question! I've been 24/7 for over 3 years now I guess. I don't have an exact date as it was a transition, but it should be at least 3 years without cheating.

I would summarize my advice as "be prepared and confident".

Organization/Item advices:

Always have at least 2 diapers and wet wipes for changing with you. Sometimes you'll stay somewhere longer as planned, drink more than you planned and spare diapers will come in handy. A very helpful item for that is a wet bag. You can find them on Amazon and they have two zippers and 2 diapers and a pack of wipes usually fit perfectly in them. You can drop it in your backpack and even if someone gets a glance on the content of your backpack everything will be hidden. It's also useful to store a used diaper if you can't get rid of it discreetly, because it's pretty air tight.

Also a nice item I use often is a tiny backpack. Decathlon sells them, they're very cheap and super handy to carry your wet bag and your purse. You can also drop your power bank or your iPad in there and you have a perfect excuse why you're carrying it around. It's also way more chill then carrying your full size backpack around all day.

Something to wear over your diaper. Look for underwear or onesies that hide your diaper safely. It will help you be way more relaxed around friends/family etc. If you have to worry that something is peeking out all the time it will be very stressful and you'll be constantly checking your waistband, if your t-shirt slipped up etc. which really hurts confidence while wearing. I got these awesome boxershorts from here, which are made for people that wear thicker diapers and they cover them completely. I even go to the gym with them without any problems.

Confidence advices:

You'll eventually have to change your diaper on the go. Start train to change in public restrooms. At the beginning it's probably very hard to do it when other people can hear you, but after doing it for 50 times you stop caring about it.

Addition to point 1: If you can't change your diaper while standing, learn it. It's almost unavoidable and if you leaned it, the results will be at least on par with laying down. Just prepare your diaper, grab the wings with the tapes behind your back, adjust the height, lay against a wall, pull the diaper up between your legs and close the tapes. I like to close the top ones first and then I can adjust the bottom tapes without having to lean on the wall anymore, but maybe the other way works better for you.

Place your bag with your diapers strategically: If you're visiting friends or family it might seem very hard to take your diapers to the toilet without it being noticed. I found that it often helps if you place your bag in the hallway. It's usually not weird to leave it there if you don't need it and when you head to the toilet you can just grab it and take it with you.

Have a good story. Think about how you want to explain it to others if they'll notice. This will only be for the absolute emergency if someone asks you about it. How do you want to explain it? Imo a white lie about being incontinent is fine, but everyone has to decide for himself. But if you have a story on hand, it will improve the situation greatly, if someone should really ask about it.

I guess that's a good starting point if you try to go 24/7. It takes time to get confident with all the little problems you'll encounter, but this is part of the journey (and hopefully fun) and you'll get better and better and at some point you'll go through TSA with a diaper on and you won't have any concerns.

[krastbannert]

FFF #256 - color of the deep

Huh, this is a record for me, I think. It's only been two weeks since I did one of these.

@flashfictionfridayofficial

Prompt was Muted Colors, posted on AO3 as "color of the deep."

Is this the best thing I've ever written? Absolutely not. Was it fun? Yes, actually, it was, and I finally got to briefly describe what mermaids in this universe look like, so that was fun.

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“The true beauty of the sea is only seen from beneath the waves.” - Kasoni proverb

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The first thing he notices are the colors.

Everything is distorted, muted, grayed out, like a film was placed over a lens.

It’s strange, he thinks. It’s a different world down here. It’s at once totally alien, completely against everything he has ever known, and yet…something feels so familiar. Not like home, but something so incredibly close that he can’t put a name to it.

He glances around, blinking against the water; the feeling of breathing in water, even knowing that whatever spell that Ilaera and Aris had conjured was working, was so alien, but it offered so much.

He’d never seen her home. Not really. Hakim had only seen photographs, and even then, only once. Rya almost couldn’t believe him when he told her that - she’d just stared across the poker table, her cards folded in her hands, mouth practically on the floor.

“Really, geezer? Of all the places you’ve been, you haven’t been down there?”

He’d just shrugged. He grew up in the desert, and not exactly near the coast, either - she’d seen his home, seen the desert and the stark beauty that lay hidden within.

“What’s it like?” he asks.

Rya had just paused for a moment, and closed her eyes, as if she was somewhere else, sometime else, almost.

“I’ll show you.”

(He can remember when he’d told her the same thing, what feels like a lifetime ago.)

It takes months, but finally, somehow, they end up in Kasoni, and she takes him to the reef she’d grown up on - it’s the exact opposite of the desert he’d born to.

Everywhere he looks, there’s life. He floats along with the current, barely kicking his feet, gazing on as fish dart in and out of the coral, a spectacle of shimmering, muted color that he’s never imagined in his wildest dreams. He can glance up above him, at the surface of the water, and even in the day it sparkles like starlight.

But what he can’t stop looking at is the colors.

They’re everywhere he looks.

Red and green and orange and blue and purple and yellow and a thousand other colors he can’t even begin to name, but all somehow dark and distorted. 

And yet, somehow, it’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

So many colors flash before his eyes as he clumsily kicks his feet, hovering over the coral, that he can’t help but stare, no matter what he tries.

They flash in front of his eyes, on the fish and coral and even in the water itself, somehow, and he barely even knows where to look.

A tiny orange and white clownfish pokes out of an anemone, stares at him for a brief moment, then darts back into the waving tentacles. A moray, mottled green and yellow, stares at him, lazily watching out of its little corner. A spotted grouper - a massive fish, almost as big as him, he thinks - darts faster than he could have imagined after an octopus that changes color even as he watches.

(Hakim can scarcely believe it.

All his life, he’d remembered color in the clothes and the glass of his village.

But here, deep beneath the waves in the reefs of Kasoni, color is everywhere.)

(If he could stay here for a thousand years, he would.)

Even Rya, somewhere in the distance, shines with color, the scales of her tail a glimmering gold and turquoise beacon in the distance. (She was whispering to something massive - a shark, she’d said, that she’d known when they were both just pups. )

(He never pretended to understand her.)

Hakim barely pays attention to her, though, even when she swims back to his side, darting around him with an unbelievable grace. He just stares at the colors all around him, at the iridescent light that shines down from above the water, at the way it shines on the coral and the fish.

(They’re muted and indistinct, and he knows that some scientist would say it’s because of the water, because it blocks the light and the colors this far down.

He’d tell them to come down here, and see for themselves, just how little that mattered.)

“How do you like it?” Rya asks him later when they finally, finally come to the surface, her smile bearing her sharp canines, her gills fluttering in the air.

(Maybe it’s just the spell that let him stay underwater with Rya, but somehow, even her face, still striped gold and yellow and with tiny fins on the side and back of her neck, seems just a little more colorful.)

(He’d shown her the desert, and the beauty that lived in the harshest place on Iera.

She’d shown him the ocean, and the most colorful world he’d ever imagined.)

Hakim just smiles as he thinks of the world of color below them, at the grayed out, muted world that somehow had more life than anywhere else he’d seen in his life.

(It was enough, almost, to make him believe again.)

“It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

[dribs-and-drabbles]

Dead Friend Forever ep 1

I finally got sucked into watching. And since there's so much speculation around the characters and their actions/motives I thought I'd document my observations as I go. (small comments in brackets are things I've gone back to after the ep ended)

Who did the axe man hit for the guy on his own (Non, right?) to get splashed with blood, because the guy with him (Jin, right?) had already run off, unless it was his own blood from a wound lower down on this body... (So I'm guessing this is the original film that they made with Non years ago...no, wait, if Non was the 'killer' in the mask in the film then why is he running away from another masked person with Jin here? Is this also the film or is this their real experience. Oh ho hooo the mystery thickens...what's real and what's played out for the 'camera' [including for us]?...).

Also, I can't believed I'm watching this 🙈

I think the only way I'll get through the scary gore bits is to analyse their believability.

Ok, let's go! I like the opening credits music.

It's a good job it's difficult for me to figure out all their names because the things I've seen/read about the show so far mean nothing or very little.

The first believable thing! - no phone signal and no wifi in the middle of nowhere. I used to experience the same thing in the Swedish countryside.

Ok, I see those looks between Fluke and green-shirt-big-money guy...what secret do they have about what's on that external drive... And embroidered shirt guy doesn't know...or does he and he's a good liar?

EVERYONE IS JUST SO SUS.

So green shirt guy, Fluke, Jin, and embroidered shirt guy (Top!) were in this movie? And Non was the 'killer'. And Phee pretends he doesn't know who Non is even though I've seen that he and Non knew-knew each other... The two who don't know Non (for realsies?) is brown jacket guy (White?) and the guy sat opposite Jin.

Wow green shirt guy was quick to jump in to say he had a camera in the house to remake the film - that Phee suggested. SO SUS. Jin and tall guy (Tee!) did NOT like that.

"I don't want him [White] to get involved in what we have done" - What HAVE you done Tee? 👀

Also I love that all this is happening with White in a "Sexy Summer Time" t-shirt on 😂

An asthmatic who smokes 🤦🏽‍♀️ Yeah, he's definitely not going to find his inhaler when he needs it. (Is that Tan?).

Oh what if White isn't the innocent cherub he's made out to be? What if he's manipulating this to get revenge for Non? I've seen people say they want him to be the last girl standing (or whatever the phrase is) but what if he's orchestrating all this?

Whyyyyyy did green shirt guy (Por!) leave the house and go into the woods???

So, interestingly, Tee and Fluke instigated the search for Por, then Phee doled out instructions once they found him... Hmmmm...SUS

Por seems alive and conscious, why is no one asking how it happened? Also, even in his second year, Fluke should know to stay calm so as not to panic the patient more...

Who keeps jump cables in the house and not either in the car or in a garage/outbuilding, especially somewhere like that??!?

Again, they're in a house in the woods. Surely there would be a saw in some kind of garage/workshop? Why are they looking in a kitchen for a knife to cut a tree branch?? WHY IS THE SAW IN THE KITCHEN UNDER THE SINK?! 😂

It's incheresting that White concludes it's an attempted murder 👀 Thus sowing the seed in everyone else's mind...

BOYS, proving that there's a ninth person is NOT the priority here. Getting Por to a hospital is. 🤦🏽‍♀️

Also incheresting are the deleted scenes 👀 HOW COULD POR GO INTO THE WOODS ALONE ESPECIALLY AFTER HE COUNTED NINE PEOPLE?! Also, Tan was not part of the failed re-staging of the film...SUS.

Alright. I'm hooked on the mystery. I should make clear that I in NO WAY want any answers that will spoil the mystery for later in the series. Please and thank you! 🙏🏽 I'm just laying down some thoughts to come back to once more info gets revealed. Comments that don't spoil anything are absolutely welcome though! 😁

[sinfulsinewave]

i typed this out absentmindedly while working on like 4 different things so it may not be up to my usual standards but whatever, y'all seem to like particularly violent robot smut here

cw lesbian robot violence

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i only got to her place about thirty minutes ago, yet she already seems to have taken a liking to me. she's been gently caressing my soft silicone skin, talking about how lovely it feels, and how pretty the clean white looks on me. she's getting a little more excited by now, growing more touchy, pressing her fingers between my panels, holding me tighter, breathing heavier

before i know it i find my comparatively tiny 150cm chassis shoved against a wall, not even attempting to resist as she effortlessly picks me up by the neck, giving me a little smooch in the middle of my glass display of a face; giggling as she sees me grow more and more flustered

"you'd make such a good toy, you know~" she whispers directly into one of my microphones, "and you'd love that, wouldn't you?~"

i can't help but nod nervously in agreement as her slightly raspy voice echoes in my head. she giggles a tiny bit again, grabbing me into a bridal carry, my flustered mind too overwhelmed to pick up on my surroundings, or where she's taking me

the next thing i know, i get roughly slammed down on a metal table, squealing as i feel some of the plating on my back crack from the impact. i stare up at her as she sits on top of me, grinning slightly

she leans down, essentially laying down on top of me, pinning me down as she starts peeling off some of my paneling. she nonchalantly tosses the bits of plastic aside, ripping out the connectors for my touch sensors

"last chance to turn back, cutie~" she warns, but the both of us already know the answer

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she sits up slightly, picking up a hammer from underneath the table, flipping it around carelessly. she gives me another little kiss, prompting me to flash a little heart pattern on my display.. which is promptly shattered into tiny little crystals of glass by her hammer, my screaming mixing with her giggling

she then proceeds to slam her hand through the hole, seemingly not even noticing the shards of glass scratching her up as she feels around inside my head

before long she grabs onto some cables, yanking out one of my camera arrays, my servos clicking frantically before the connectors fail to hold on, one of my delicate optical modules dead in her hand, before i get to see it discarded like a piece of e-waste with my remaining two

then go my lidar and other cameras, taking a hammer right in the lenses, leaving me blind, squirming underneath her

"stay still." i hear her command as she grabs onto my neck, holding me down. i don't even get to ask what she's doing before feeling an intense heat near my back. that, combined with finding myself unable to move tells me everything. she giggles as i finally pick up on the fact that i've been welded to the table, and am not going anywhere anytime soon

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"by the way.." she mentions, "hope you didn't think you're stuck to just a table~"

"wait, w-what is this then?"

"you'll know~" she answers, right as i hear the unmistakable whine of large stepper motors from somewhere above me, moving closer

then a piece of metal tapping on me, followed by some typing, and then the turbine-like whir of a large motor

i still have no idea what is happening, until i feel metal blades dig into the surface of my arm's plastic skin, prompting a little squeal out of me

then again, and again, and again, and again; taking out minuscule slices at a time, slowly but surely digging their way through

my squeals shift to screams as what i now recognise is a milling machine tears through my arm, shaving off layer after layer of the whole thing

as the machine cuts into my frame and wires, my mind gets flooded by erratic signals from the wiring shorting out on itself, getting interpreted as pulses of every feeling imaginable. my mind getting overwhelmed by feelings, i start to shift into weak moans, finding myself enjoying the whole process

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"well someone is enjoying itself, isn't it?~" i hear her say as she steps closer to me, most of my arm in shreds of metal and plastic by now. and as if the sensory overload wasn't bad enough, she proceeds to lean in to kiss what's left of my face again

and she doesn't go easy, her saliva dripping through the cracks, causing minor faults in even more systems as i struggle to even maintain consciousness

--

i wake up an unknown time later in her bed, the only thing i'm able to reliably feel being her warmth and weight on top of me

she slowly wakes up as well

i try to look up at her, forgetting that i have no more visual sensors. she laughs sleepily at my attempt

"hope you enjoyed last night", she says, "…because i'm not at all done with you, toy~"

i only manage to nod slightly in agreement, not like i have a choice

…not that i'd choose otherwise even if i did

[willsimpforanyone]

could u PLS make a part 3 of the dio kid x Leo Valdez thing I love it sm and I think it has potential to be a fic

i've got a couple requests for more parts of a couple imagines this is so cool also yes 100% i love the dio!reader x leo

as a reminder this is a son of dionysus!reader x leo valdez and you can read the previous parts below

[part 1] [part 2]

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it's been about a week since the party where leo first saw you

he's been trying to be around you as much as possible

you're just

there's something about you

something that makes him want to follow you to the ends of the earth and off the edge

something that has bewitched him heart, mind and soul

something that piper is tired of hearing about

"dude, just ask him out! you like him! clearly he likes you! if you don't do it, i'll do it for you"

leo scrambles at that

"no no no don't do that, i'm a big boy, i can ask out my own people, thanks"

piper smirks but surrenders

"go, now, before i have to hear about his damn eyes again"

leo vacates the aphrodite cabin, shaking his head at the fact that he's friends with one of the only aphrodite kids that wouldn't want to hear everything about his crush

"watch where you're going!"

leo jerks his head up just in time to swerve you

you're carrying armour in your arms and catch yourself to stay on balance

leo grins

"sorry, i should always been looking out for you"

instead of smiling back, you scowl

"yeah sure, just get out of my way"

there's a different aura around you now

your knuckles are white, your eyes tinged with red

leo swears he smells cheap liquor

he takes a step back, allowing you to pass

well, that's not great

he almost turns right back around to tell piper but he has to know what's wrong

you're normally so sweet

but you've left a tangy taste in his mouth

slightly hesitant, he follows you

you stomp to the armory, dumping the metal on the floor and breathing hard

there are no questions as the couple of kids working in the armory pick up the mess and scurry away from you

for a minute you're still and he wonders if he should approach you

instead you take off running, heading for the forest

you don't seem to have any weapons and that's enough to make leo worried for your safety

you don't seem to notice him, too focused on your inner world

there's a rage, a madness building inside you and the forest is the safest place to be right now

you can't hurt anyone when there's no one in the forest

your skin is hot and your chest is heaving

you make it to a clearing in the forest before you collapse on your knees

there's a smile on your face, wide and unnatural

leo pauses behind a tree, anxious

your shoulders start shaking and leo takes a step forward

you must be crying

it's only when he gets a little closer that he realises you're laughing

your arms are wrapped around your middle and you're laughing hysterically

you can't breathe, trying to take in air before laughter is forced out of your lungs

tears are streaming down your face and the rage manifests in your stomach and your hands and your eyes

wide and staring and glazed over

it's been a while since you've had to deal with this

normally you can get your anger under control

dio kids can get annoyed easily, tending towards slight moodswings they can usually control

but sometimes it's a bad day and nothing seems to go right and you can feel it bubbling under your skin ready to boil over

the first time it happened you were 6 and you wrecked your bedroom in your mom's house because she wouldn't let you run around outside

in hindsight it made sense, it was dark out and you were 6

didn't stop you at the time, you just knew that this energy had to go somewhere and you just barely remember laughing like you were breaking

now the forest was where you went to deal with it

there was no surpressing it when it was this strong

cheers dad, making it feel like you should be sectioned

you lose track of how long you're out here

you end up laying on the ground, breathing heavily and dealing with the pain in your stomach

leo decides now to edge from behind the tree

you don't have the energy to look up

"if you're a monster, either kill me with one swing or leave me alone"

"well that's a concerning statement"

leo stands over you, water bottle in hand

you accept the bottle and his invitation to sit up and lean against a tree

"i probably wasn't supposed to see that, huh?"

you give the tiniest smile

"no, no you weren't. sorry you did, though. it's some scary shit"

leo nods, but stays close to you

"you okay now?"

you swallow down half the water

"usually i'm the one giving people drinks and making sure they're okay"

leo shoots you a small smile

"that's not an answer"

you duck your head

"no, it's not"

you roughly wipe the tear tracks from your face, embarrassed that you were caught in your mania

"doesn't happen often, if that helps"

leo nods, and shuffles closer

"okay. you don't want to talk about it, i get that. just-"

he pauses, looking for the right words

"-tell me you're safe, i guess? maybe let me know when you're gonna go batshit?"

that gets a tired laugh that rattles your chest and scratches your throat

"yeah. yeah, okay"

you slump down a little, relaxing, exhausted, leaning into leo

"you're gonna be there for me, huh?"

carefully, leo wraps an arm around your shoulders, hoping you can't hear how fast his heart is beating

"yeah. yeah, 'course i am"

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ooo the drama lmao

hope you enjoyed, thank you for requesting!!