#idk i’m just.. its something i’ve noticed and held with me for a long time

[sarishim]

and to add to that last post.. all of our self-imposed deadlines are usually only known to ourselves. you aren’t telling your rp partner “hey i NEED to reply to this by tuesday”. if you did, you know they’d immediately be like “what? no you don’t??” we give each other the benefit of the doubt & are forgiving on reply times, why can’t we try to do it for ourselves?

[julietsbody]

ultraviolence

words : 2,261

tags : gun kink , fucked with a gun , predator / prey , reader has a prey kink , peacekeeper ! snow , light sadism , size difference , size kink , obsessive behavior , power play , creampies , orgasm delay / denial

a/n : idk what came over me whilst writing this im gonna be so honest…. semi inspired by Cherienymphe‘s “everybody knows that i’m a good girl, officer” fic!!! its so good

p.s : this is also posted on my ao3!!! ( divider by pommecita )

snow barely had any empathy for people, let alone any districts. he was a man who fell into poverty himself, but he got out of it, he was a capitol and he’s friends with those that come from the highest statuses. normally people felt pity for those in the districts, they scavenged for food, or proper clothing. not snow, he thought it was a game to watch them snatch up fresh bread and run like their lives depend on it. because it does, they survive, they live another day and satisfy their hungers, if they get caught, they’ll be dead in seconds— especially if coriolanus catches them. 

he liked the power he had, the fact that he could do almost anything he desired and get away with it because the districts had been committing a crime anyway, he just stopped them from doing it any more. he liked that they would cower underneath him, beg for their lives, he liked that he had the power to give them a simple warning, to let them off the hook, but he never did. 

not until now. 

he found himself chasing yet another bunny, heavy boots padding behind your thin, poorly made shoes. 

something about the adrenaline rushing through your veins had a heat developing in between your legs, like it was a primal reaction, an animalistic urge. he nearly noticed in the way your steps staggered, but that could be lack of spacial awareness, which he noted that you had. you were so busy running in straight lines you didn’t even bother to juke him or to hide. 

easy prey, aren’t you? 

he thought that at first, until your steps suddenly changed, turning to the right. 

and you had disappeared between the greens and tall trees, his wild eyes raced around the all too silent forest. he tuts, a low taunt, “where are you, bunny?” 

his voice came out sing - songy, having your breathing shake from the tree you hid behind, your thighs pressed together. 

how was a hunt so intimate, so sexual? 

“why are you hiding from me, bunny?” his voice is softer, as if he’s pouting. 

you hear his boots snap twigs with ease, crush leaves into fragile pieces, dip through mud. he was getting closer, like a wolf stalking it’s prey, like he knew where you hid. you tried to hold your breath, to keep yourself hidden, but it was no use. he rounded the corner, and you ran into a sprint again, nearly dropping the bread you had taken. 

if you hadn’t dropped it then, you were sure to now. 

his arms took you into a threatening hold, at first pushing you into a tree, then slamming you against the floor when you wriggled at his grasp. his panting breath, your fearful whines, the begging that sat on your tongue silently, it was as if sex had been happening even with your clothes on. your tears well with tears at being slammed on the hard ground, and he feels the fabric of his pants tighten at the sight. 

“please,” here comes the begging, music to his ears, “it’s my first time stealing, i’ve never done this before—“ 

“is that so?” his head cocks to the side, holding down your wriggling hands, “i’m sure i’ve seen you before, doll.” 

“you must be mistaken,” your puffy lips part, breath heaving as you try to pull away from him. 

it doesn’t work, he just simply holds you down, he easily could with one hand if he wanted to, “are you calling me a liar?” 

it was embarrassing, truly, being so turned on by the way his voice deepened with firmness, by the way he held you down with such ease, “of course not, i would never—“ 

“you just did, though,” his tone is biting, typically he doesn’t let conversations last this long, but something about you was different. his eyes catch on to the way your thighs are rubbing together, not in a way to try to free yourself from him, but where you crave friction. “my, my, what do we have here?” 

his hand taps against your thigh, pulling up the hem of your dress, his eyes land on yours, waiting for confirmation. 

you immediately nod, it’s so quick, impatient, he adores it. 

his long fingers lace around both of your wrists whilst the other pries your thighs apart, noticing the way fluids soil your panties. 

“how cute,” he observes out loud, allowing his hunger to show in the way he nearly rips your panties apart whilst harshly tugging the, down, watching how your legs immediately fall apart into a spread, panties hanging off your ankle for dear life. you were so desperate, you were willing to do this in the woods, present yourself to a peacekeeper just because you had gotten horny merely off a chase. 

his hand smoothes against your right inner thigh, feeling goosebumps form in prickles, and the way you shiver underneath each touch. his hand is large against your cunt, a single finger moving through it to feel the wetness, your hips immediately buck, desperate for more. 

his chuckle is soon silenced by his hand raising to his mouth, just so he can taste your slick. 

removing it with a pop, a curt smile tugs at his lips, sweet, like honey. 

his hand smoothes down your inner thigh again, and you realize he’s teasing you, “officer—“

his thumb is threateningly close to your cunt, “hm?” 

“touch me,” you breathe out, “please.” 

how funny is it that the last time you said please to him you were begging for your life? 

“like this?” his eyebrow quirks, pad of his thumb moving to swipe against your clit, your back arches ever so slightly. 

the whine that emits from you is far too loud for his liking, so he hushes you with gentle shhs, thumb rubbing slow circles on the bundle of nerves. 

“you don’t want people to hear us, hm?” he hums, “to find out you’re letting a peacekeeper touch you in such ways, truly scandalous.” 

he can imagine it being front page of the district newspaper, girl caught fucking peacekeeper in woods! 

your fingers twitch in his grasp, finding his movements far too slow, and he finds your movements and whines far too annoying. 

he moves to plunge a finger into your cunt, making your whines hush to whimpers, unintelligible words. 

“real impatient, aren’t you?” his finger moves slow at first, watching the way your hips move against it in response, “maybe i should just put you in your place.” 

he removes his finger, watching the way you desperately clench around nothing. his hand moves to grab his machine gun, which he had ditched as soon as he threw you to the floor, he finally releases your wrists, you have a chance to run if you wanted to, but you didn’t— because you didn’t want to run, because the fear that filled you when he aimed his gun at you had even more of your fluids escaping the oyster between your legs. 

he moves to cock it, taking it off the safety. 

“fully loaded,” he reminds you, but also seems to be reminding himself. 

he seems to believe you don’t believe him in the way you look up at him through glossy eyes, and he moves to aim his gun at a nearby tree, one to your right, directly behind you. and he shot, birds cawed as they flew away from the loud shots, he noticed how you flinched, immediately moving to the safety of his grasp, and he only smiled, how adorable that you find safety in the man who had enough power to kill you in seconds. 

he hushes your fears, not reassuring anything about your safety as he moves the gun tip your legs back apart, one of his hands leaving it as he wraps it around your wrists once more, holding you back down in a missionary position. the hand on his gun was less steady now, finger tight against the trigger, it had you biting your lip. he traces along your inner thigh with the tip of the gun, “you’re gonna be a good girl, right?” 

he watches you immediately nod, so eager, “yes, yes, officer.” 

his gun passes a trail down to your cunt, pressing against your clit, he could shoot right now, the finger on the trigger was so tight, so unsupported. he could slip once and shoot directly into you, something about that thrilled you more, made your hips buck against the gun, practically riding the weapon. he admires your desperation, the way your face twists with pleasure as you move against the cool material that built the gun. 

he eventually pulls the tip of the gun down, until it’s at your entrance. 

he watches your eyes widen as the metal dips inside of you, spreading you open with ease. 

your hands flail in his tight hold, “it hurts— officer, wait—“ 

“hm?” he pauses for a mere second, “sweet bunny, you can take it.” 

the pain soon subdues to pleasure as he begins moving the gun again, pumping it in and out of you and coating the black of the weapon with your milky slick. whimpers of pain soon become moans of pleasure, the tears that had built a gloss over your eyes dipping down your cheeks as your eyes close, hips bucking against the weapon. 

“easy, bunny, easy,” his voice is strained, like seeing you cry awakens something within him, when your hips stop moving against his gun he continues to pump it, faster this time, “good girl, gonna cum all over my gun?” 

you nod, more tears escaping as the thrill of your possible death and the pleasure from the weapon that may cause it becomes all too much. a deep groan vibrates from his chest at the sight of you crying, lips parting to continue, “that’s it, good, good.” 

it’s as if you crying is enough to have him reaching his climax already, as if seeing you cry felt like jerking off. 

the gun widens the more it goes into you, stretching you until you’ll be nothing but a gaping mess from his gun when he’s done. 

so filthy, to be easily stretched out by something that has killed many, how terribly cruel of you, to be cumming on it. 

and the man who had done it is merely watching, admiring you like this was an art gallery, and you were the center piece. he notices the way you near your orgasm, as your hips can’t help but grind down on the gun, moans escaping past your nearly bitten to bleeding lips. and you start calling out to him, “officer, officer, please— can i cum— please.” 

a mere plead, and if snow was a good man, he would say yes, but he wasn’t one. 

“no, bunny, you ran from me,” his finger slides against the trigger, staring at you with a new tint glossing over his eyes, “do you think you deserve to cum?” 

“yes, i need to, i want—“ your breath quickens, mindlessly grinding down onto the gun. 

“no,” he pulls the gun out, depraving you of every wish. he notices the way you whimper, thighs pressing together and rubbing in desire to form friction. there was none, and soon he was tossing his gun to the side, tugging his pants and boxers down ever so slightly to free his cock, then prying your legs apart once more. 

he carefully moves himself between your legs, his hand around your wrists finally freeing them, admiring the red ring he left from how tight his grip was. the same hand moved to fall against your throat, fingertips dipping in to your delicate skin as he guides his dick to your entrance, carefully pushing into you. he feels you tense underneath him at the feeling of him filling you once more, the length and girth enough to reach your intestines, you were sure of it. 

once he bottoms out, he notices the way a bulge appears at your pelvis, popping up against the skin then falling to a settle with each thrust. his other hand moves to your mouth, his fingers spreading your pillow lips apart, your salty taste pressing against your own tongue. 

“taste yourself, bunny, so sweet, hm?” he grunts with each thrust, practically manhandling you with each snap of his hips, fingers dipping down your throat. he watches your eyes roll back, mumbling pleas for the satisfaction of your orgasm to finally come, your bodily fluids sticking to his pelvis and his dick, your walls pulsed around him, drooling onto his cock. 

he nears his climax almost immediately, nose scrunching slightly, “cum, cum for me, sweet bunny.” 

“officer—“ your back arches off the earthy ground as you finally reach your climax, moans vibrating against his flesh and he continues to thrust, riding out your orgasm, overstimulating you until he’s practically fucking you dumb. eventually, he bottoms out, pumping you nearly full of his cum. he moves his hand from your mouth, sticky from your saliva, and takes your panties off your ankle, pulling out and plugging your hole with your own panties. just so you don’t lose any of his cum. 

“there, now you can walk around with my cum inside of you, how sweet.” he takes his hands off of you, moving to tuck his softening dick away and standing. 

he offers your limp body a wink, swiping up his gun, and following up with a, “don’t let me catch you again, doll.” 

[thekinghazzastyles]

i take my whiskey neat | eddie munson x black!reader

(anyone can read, no real description)

summary: you're new to hawkins and are invited to a party when someone catches your eye. [2.9k]

warnings: mutual pining, suggestive content (no smut (I tried but I literally cannot lmao)), drinking, smoking, weed, language, no spoilers, no upside down, bold!reader, fem!reader

a/n: this has the possibility of having a part 2 which would most likely be smut but I've never written it and idk if I can lol. if enough people beg for it maybe I can muster something up but I can't promise it will be good. omg and PLS listen to the song, it’s the only thing i listened to while writing lol. - Love , H <3

You had spent most of your time since you’d left your house for this party, smoking a cigarette outside. Being the new girl and going to parties had its ups and downs. As you finished your first cigarette and went to grab your second you were stopped. 

“You’re not gonna have another one of those are you?” You looked up to see a guy with long curly black hair, smiling at you as he walked over to where you were standing. You hadn’t seen him at school during the week and he was not one of the guys that Robin, your “self-appointed tour guide” as she called herself, had mentioned, you definitely would’ve remembered a smile like that. 

“What else do you suggest I smoke?” you asked, challenging him. 

“Well I mean I have other plants, if you’re interested.” He said, shaking his metal lunchbox in your face.

“Oh yeah?” you questioned, smirking at him.

“Yeah,” he smirked back. 

“For how much?”

“For you gorgeous, it’s on the house,” he flirted. 

“Not that I’m complaining, but why?”

“Well for one, you’re new here and I suspect that it’s part of the reason as to why you have yet to head inside.”

“How do you know I’m new?”

“It’s a small town, sweetheart. And I’ve only just started seeing you at school.”

“You go to Hawkins High?”

“Yeah… why?”

“Oh, no reason, I just feel like I would’ve noticed you.”

“You would’ve noticed me?” he asked, a look of surprise on his face as he pointed to himself as he didn’t believe someone who looked like you, would notice him. 

“Uhh, yeah, you’re hot.”

“Yeah?” He smirked, you could feel his confidence oozing off of him as he got closer. So close you could feel his breath on your lips. He smelt like weed, cigarettes, and cheap cologne.

“Yeah,” you responded, getting even closer. He held up the joint and you took it from his hands. You looked down at it as you twirled it between your fingers. “You gonna make me smoke alone?” you asked, looking up at him through your lashes. He didn’t respond but instead he took out a lighter and held it up to the joint. You put it between your lips and inhaled as he held the lighter to the other end. You pulled the joint from your lips and proceeded to blow the smoke out to the side. “You never told me your name,” you said, passing the joint off to him.

He took a deep inhale and held it in for a little before tilting his head up towards the sky and blowing it out. It gave you a better chance to look at him before he brought his eyes back to you, he smirked as he handed you the joint back as he caught you staring at his hands. “It’s Eddie,” he said with a chuckle.

“Y/N.” It didn’t take long before the joint was reduced down to its filter. You took a deep breath before you came to the conclusion that it was time to head inside. “I’ll see you inside?” you asked, making your way up to the door. He looked back at you and nodded. You smiled in return and continued inside. 

You were immediately ambushed by a drunk Robin who insisted that you both take shots. 

“Robin, you are cut off for the night,” a voice said from behind her. He had hair that seemed to be defying gravity and was a lot less drunk than the other attendees. “I can’t make her drink alone, Steve,” Robin responded, slurring her words which made you chuckle. His eyes were brought to you at the sound. His eyebrows raised as if he were asking you who you were.

“Y/N, I’m new, Robin invited me. I hope it’s okay?”

“So you’re the new girl Robin won’t shut up about. “She’s so cool and pretty but she’s not a bitch which is great.”” He spoke as if he were mimicking Robin which earned him a fist to his bicep. “Ow- shit Munson’s here, I’ll be right back,” Steve tried to take the shot from Robin as he walked away but it soon turned into a tug-of-war. You instead turned your head to the door to see who Steve was talking about and the only person who caught your eyes was Eddie.

“Is “Munson” Eddie?” You asked, turning back to the two who seemed to be bickering like siblings.

“Yeah, why?” Steve asked.

“I spoke to him outside,” you said, casually which made Robin also turn her head after she secretly took a shot behind Steve’s back. “What did you guys talk about?” she asked, handing you a shot. You gladly took it from her before responding. “Oh, nothing, he just gave me a free joint and we shared it,” you paused before you spoke again. “He’s kinda hot,” you stated, and then you took your shot.

You turned at the silence and found both Robin and Steve staring at you in shock. Both had their jaws dropped and failed to produce any words. “You think Munson, Eddie Munson,” Steve emphasized, “Is hot?” he finished, in shock. Robin on the other hand, had almost completely fallen to the floor in laughter, and would’ve if it weren’t for Steve grabbing her by the arm and pulling her back up.

“Yeah, and what about it?”

“It’s just-,” he cut himself off. “Is there no one else that could check that box for you?” You took a second to look around, scanning the people in attendance. There was one other guy, but for lack of better words, he looked like a dick. Why wear a shirt to a party if you’re going to leave it open? You pointed to him, not caring if he saw, “I mean, he’s hot too, but he looks like a dick,” you said as you turned back to them. 

“And is,” Robin said, vigorously nodding. 

“And Eddie?” Steve asked, still confused.

“Well he gave me a free joint.”

“Is that all that makes him hot? Because I’m sure you could get free weed from someone else.”

“No that’s not all,” you paused. “He looks like he can fuck.”

“Oh my God, I did not need to hear that,” Steve whispered to himself, shaking his head.

“Oh look who it is,” Robin exclaimed, and before you could find who she was talking about she was calling out to them. “Eddie!” she said as she waved her arm in the air telling him to come over.

Watching Eddie maneuver through the crowd while occasionally stopping to greet some people made him look even hotter. He moved swiftly and calmly. Like he was in his element. Maybe it was all the weed you both smoked, but he looked like he was moving in slow-motion. When he finally got to where the three of you were standing, stopped right next to you with Steve on his other side, he smiled down at you before speaking, “Harrington, Buckley, what can I do for the two of you?”

“Oh nothing,” Robin started. “We just heard that a certain someone thinks you’re-” The rest of her sentence came out muffled, as Steve quickly put his hand over her mouth to stop her. “Thinks I’m what, Robin?” Eddie asked, tilting his head to the side. “Oh,” you started. “She’s talking about how I think you’re hot,” you spoke flatly. Steve and Robin's jaws dropped for the third time that night because of something that had come out of your mouth. This made Eddie turn his head towards you. He looked you up and down before speaking, “Oh I know, sweetheart.” You both held eye contact for seemed like an eternity before turning to Steve and Robin who were silently in shock. 

“Yeah I don’t think I can listen to this anymore,” Steve started. And before he could speak again Robin screamed, “Oh my God I love this song! Y/N we have to go dance!” She handed you a drink and grabbed your other hand to drag you to where everyone else was dancing. 

“So,” Robin started, speaking into your ear. “What was that look between you and Eddie?”

“I don’t know, you tell me,” you shrugged, continuing to dance. Your eyes scanned the crowd till they landed on Eddie who was already looking at you. You held eye contact for a bit till Robin spoke again. 

“Were you serious about what you said before he came over?”

“Oh a hundred percent,” you pause, taking a large gulp of your drink. “That man, looks like he would fuck me like a God.”

Robin was in even more shock than before leading her to also take a large gulp of her drink. “I can tell he’s into you.”

“Really?”

“Oh yeah. You guys have spoken for what, all of ten minutes and he’s already flirting with you.”

“He doesn’t have like a girlfriend or anything, right?” You asked, simply wanting to make sure you weren’t getting in between anything. That was not something you wanted to do within your first month of being in a new town. 

“Nope,” she spoke, popping the ‘P’. “He has been single for as long as I’ve known him.” This left you to think more about him as your eyes followed him as the night went on. And the drunker you got, the bolder you got. 

***

For the rest of the party, Robin dragged you around introducing you to a few more people along with more shots, and splitting a joint. You found yourselves in Steve’s living room with the rest of the stragglers playing a game. The music had been turned down and the songs had switched to something a little calmer.

It was your turn to pick a card, so you reached to the center of the coffee table and read it aloud, “Pick someone to spit a shot into your mouth or take three shots.” You took a second after looking around at all of the people playing before speaking again, “Can I pick someone who’s not playing?”

“I don’t see why not,” Robin said, turning to you with a smirk as if she knew what you were thinking. 

You got up from your spot on the couch making sure to grab a shot glass and the bottle of whiskey. You walked with confidence over to where Eddie and Steve were sitting, talking amongst themselves. When they realized someone had approached them and they both looked up at you but you kept your eyes on Eddie. “Hey,” you smiled at him, tilting your head to the side a bit. 

“Hey,” he smiled back.

“Can I ask you for a favor?” you asked sweetly.

“Anything, sweetheart,” he turned toward to focus all of his attention on you. 

“You know the game we’re playing?” He nodded. “Well, the card I picked said I have to choose someone to spit a shot into my mouth.”

“And you chose me?” Eddie's eyebrow quirked in surprise, but there was a glint of amusement in his eyes, as if he relished the challenge you presented.

“Yeah.”

“Okay.” He slowly stood up to his full height and for the first time that night, you realized how much taller he is than you. He poured the whiskey into the shot glass and as he raised the glass to his lips, you couldn't tear your gaze away from his full lips. He grabbed your face with both hands, the warmth of his touch searing into your skin allowing you to close your eyes. Your pulse thundered in your ears as you parted your lips, a silent invitation that he eagerly accepted. Time seemed to stand still as you savored the taste of him, the tang of whiskey mingling with the heady rush of desire. It was quiet and you both knew that everyone had their eyes on you, but neither of you cared. 

You licked your lips once he was done and held eye contact with him. Eddie brought a thumb to your chin to wipe away the alcohol that had dripped down your chin in the process and slowly brought it to his lips. You looked up at him through your lashes and smiled, “Thank you.” He stood speechless, not believing someone, and you at that, let him do that in front of people. Before he realized it, you had grabbed the bottle and returned back to your spot on the couch where the original group of people sat in shock. 

“I can’t believe I just watched that,” Robin whispered to herself but loud enough for you to hear. You looked over at Eddie, who was still standing watching you in shock, and winked at him. The both of you kept sneaking glances at one another throughout the rest of the night. 

Earlier, Steve had mentioned to you that you could stay overnight and once Robin heard that; it’s safe to say that you could now consider your situation as being held against your will. As the night went on, the only people left were you, Eddie, Robin, Steve, Nancy, Jonathan, and Argyle. You had quietly retired to the back porch to finish off the last of the joint you and Robin forgot about. You hear the door open knowing it wasn’t Robin or Steve, as Robin had finally succumbed to her excessive drinking and Steve was the one helping her out.

Eddie sat down on the chair next to you and sat so he was facing you. You both had yet to speak so you decided to pass the joint off to him. He gladly took it and placed it in between his lips. For the second time that night, your eyes were focused on his lips. Maybe a little too focused as you didn’t hear a word he had just said. “I’m sorry, what was that?”

He chuckled and shook his head before passing the joint back to you. “I said we put on quite a show earlier, sweetheart.”

“Yeah, we did,” you said, laughing, with smoke coming out of your mouth, passing the joint over to him once again. Eddie wanted to make you laugh over and over again if it meant he got to hear that beautiful sound come from your perfect lips. 

“I’m not going to lie though,” he started, taking a puff and releasing it. “I kinda enjoyed it,” he chuckled, bringing his head down and rubbing the back of his neck. Nervously thinking you’d think differently of him because of that. 

You gasped and his head shot up, a look of worry on his face. But then you started smiling which soon turned into laughter. “You are a kinky man Eddie,” you said still laughing, and he laughed with you till silence filled the air between you two. “But I guess that would also make me a kinky woman, because I really enjoyed it,” you said with a straight face with a slight smirk appearing the more you looked at him. Soon, the both of you, once again, broke out into laughter. 

You and Eddie talked all night and by the time you realized it, the sun was rising. Eddie mentioned that the only way you both could get out of helping clean up was if you left within the hour. You felt bad leaving without saying anything so you left a note for Steve and Robin thanking them and saying that your mom wanted you home. You walked to the party so your plan was to walk back when Eddie offered you a ride, and you didn’t have it in you to object. 

***

“Thanks for taking me home, Eddie,” you said to him, as he opened the passenger side door of his van and lent you a hand to assist you. 

“It was my pleasure, sweetheart,” he said smiling, as he closed the door behind you. 

You both walked up to your door in silence, and then proceeded to stare at one another on your front steps before he spoke again. “Do you wanna go on a date? With me? Thursday night? But if you’re busy I totally get that and if you don’t want to I totally get that too,” he was going to continue rambling on if you hadn’t cut him off. 

“I would love to go on a date, with you, on Thursday night, Eddie,” you responded, answering all three of his questions, smiling at him.

“Sweet,” he whispered, smiling at you. “I will see you at school then,” he said as he backed down your stairs.

“Bye Eddie,” you beamed.

“Bye Y/N,” he smiled back. You continued to watch him walk to his car when you realized something. “Oh, Eddie, wait!” He turned around at the sound of your voice only to see you briskly walking towards him. “I forgot something,” and before he could ask what, you pulled him in by his leather jacket for a kiss. It was soft and his reaction was immediate as he pulled you in even closer by your waist. Before the kiss got too intense you pulled away smiling at him as he looked at you in bliss. 

“I’ll see you at school,” you smiled. And suddenly you were inside your house and Eddie was left in your driveway staring at the door in shock and excitement. 

One thing was for sure, Eddie couldn’t wait for Thursday. 

[littlemisssatanist]

frolicking in the flowers

ganyu x cicin mage reader

you get sent to liyue on indefinite leave. you meet a cocogoat.

well hello there. i’ve come out of my hidey hole on account of ao3 being down and me being absolutely bored out of my mind. so i went searching through my notes app bc a lot of times i’m delirious and write stuff and then forget about it and found this hidden gem (?) details below split.

it’s not finished bc there’s like three sentences that were supposed to set up the anal��� and uhm if y’all want that then just like. get this to 100 likes and i’ll consider it. (but probably not idk)

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Sub! Ganyu, Dom! Reader / Dubious consent / Aphrodisiac / Hoohaw eating 🍽

You knelt down, grabbing the flower by its stem and yanking. You brought up your arm with enough strength to take out the whole root of the flower. Dirt sprayed everywhere and you made a face.

Sighing in frustration, you sat down with a soft thump, kneading the flower stem in between your fingers. The sun was at its highest point in the sky, beating down on Liyue relentlessly.

Yes, you were in Liyue. After the fiasco in Mond, your superior had sent you to the next nation over. Except the Harbinger Childe had no need for you, and dismissed you almost immediately for a ‘break.’

So now you were stuck here for however long. It was awful.

You threw the flower away, spatting in distaste. Your neck was slick with sweat. Thank the Tsaritsa you weren’t wearing your work uniform, or else you would probably be melting in the heat.

“I want a popsicle.” You mutter.

The pink dress you were wearing had a dark green stain at the hem and you frowned, annoyance rising. What you wouldn’t do to be back in Snezhnaya.

But unless Harbinger Childe sent you away or your Lady back home asked for your presence, there was nothing to be done.

“I might as well do something fun.” You muse, squinting your eyes as you tried to block off the incoming headache. “Don’t want to waste away…”

The sound of hilichurls caught your attention. Your head snapped in their direction, ears listening intently.

They didn’t seem to be in your immediate vicinity, but you didn’t want to stay near a hilichurl camp at all, especially in your tired state (who knew that doing nothing at all could be so exhausting?)

You got to you feet, dusting off your dress. It did nothing to help.

“Eeep!”

You froze. Then you sighed again, stomping your foot on the ground. How annoying. You couldn’t just leave a defenseless civilian to die by hilichurl, could you? Even the Fatui had their limits (except for maybe the Harbingers. They had no limits, they were all crazy).

But you had limits. Especially if it was a civilian who did nothing wrong, or tried to interfere with your plans (you had none anyways).

So you turned around, racing to where you heard the hilichurls from. You got to the top of a hill, looking down. There were hilichurls there, all right. Except they were all dead and a woman with light blue hair was standing in the middle. She held a bow, and you could spot a Cryo vision dangling from her hip.

You made your way down the hill. The hilichurls were beginning to disintegrate now, floating away into ashes.

As you came closer, you realized to woman had horns. Perhaps she wasn’t a civilian. You crept forward cautiously.

“Hmm? Oh!” The horned woman noticed you.

She was very pretty, you thought. Curvy, too. Suddenly, you had an idea. Admittely, a very bad idea, but like implied earlier, you were very bored.

“Hi!” You said, adopting a cheerful persona. “What’s your name?”

“Oh!” The woman said again, feeling flustered. Her cheeks turned a light pink. Cute. “My name is Ganyu.”

“Well Gan-yu.” You roll her name over your tongue. “What happened here?”

“I was sleeping…” She said softly. “And then a bunch of hilichurls attacked me! But I killed them all before they got to me.” Ganyu smiled, looking proud of herself.

“Oh, are you a Vision user?” You ask, appearing interested.

“Yes, I have a Cryo one!” Ganyu brushed it with her hand, looking down. Her head snapped up suddenly. “Do you have one?”

You giggle, hiding your mouth behind a hand. “No, I don’t. It does sound interesting though, doesn’t it?”

Ganyu nodded, bringing her hands to her horns. “Oh… I think I’m late to something.” She looks at you. “Sorry, can we talk again later? It was nice to meet you.”

“Of course. This time again tomorrow?”

She nodded, turning around and disappearing over the hill.

The next time you met up, you brought a few toys with you. Random objects you could buy separately without anyone suspecting a thing, but you had plans for all of them.

You laid out a picnic blanket, light pink with off-white dots. Then you set down your basket, waiting for Ganyu to arrive.

She appeared right on time, exclaiming softly when she saw your little display. “Oh! How wonderful!”

Ganyu sat down, tucking her legs under her thighs. She’s not wearing the same outfit as yesterday; instead she donned a soft blue dress that went down to her knees. She patted the space around her, looking eager for what would happen next.

“I brought some snacks for us!” You said brightly, bringing out a box of пирожки. They looked like normal pirozhki, if it weren’t for the little something you sprinkled in while making them.

Ganyu looked over them, fluttering her hands. “Which one should I choose?… They all look so delicious!”

“Here, take this one.” You pick one randomly and bring it to her lips. She paused for only a moment before opening her mouth and gently biting into the sweet pastry.

“Mm!” Ganyu moans, soft powder dusting her lips. “That’s so good!”

“Isn’t it? I made them myself.” A lie. You only… fixed them up.

“You’re really talented!” Ganyu says, clasping her hands together.

“Thank you.” You say, watching as a soft blush creeps up Ganyu’s cheeks. Good, it was working.

“Mmm…” Ganyu mutters. “It’s getting a little hot.”

She shifts in her seat, closing her eyes. Her mouth is open in a little ‘o’, and small puffs of breath comes out as her chest moves up and down.

“Are you alright?” You ask, faking concern. You lean over, bringing a hand over Ganyu’s forehead.

“I’m so sorry!” Ganyu says, flustered. “I feel weird all of a sudden… your hand is very cool…”

She leans into your palm, and you shuffle closer. Ganyu sighs, pressing into your figure. Her eyes are closed, and you take the initiative to trail your fingers down her thigh.

Slowly, carefully, you bring your hand to her crotch. Ganyu gasps, her eyes flying open. She tries to twist to look at you, but you grab hold of her shoulder and keep her in place.

“It’s ok… let me help you.” You purr next to her ear. You take the edge of the dress and flip it out of the way, revealing her wet panties.

Ganyu breaths heavily, watching your hand with attention. She sank into you as you touched her again, throwing her head back. “Look at you. How precious.”

You stroke her a few more times, enjoying how your fingers get wetter. Ganyu let’s out breathy moans, and your free hand travels to put a finger in her mouth. She closed it immediately, tongue swirling.

You slip your hand under the band of her panties, feeling her wet folds. Slowly you insert your middle finger into her, watching as she arches her back and whines. “Ah!”

You take your hand out of her mouth, carefully settling her body onto the ground. With your finger still inside of her pussy, the moving around makes Ganyu press her thighs against your arm. You smile.

Taking out the finger, you ignore Ganyu’s whimpers and string her soaking panties up and over her legs, one by one. You run your hand up and down her thighs, throwing her right leg over your shoulder. “You’re flexible.” You say. “Good.”

Lowering your head to be level with her pussy, you flick your tongue out to taste it. The juices start flowing harder as Ganyu cries out in pleasure. You press a chaste kiss to her inner thigh before slipping your tongue back into her folds.

Ganyu trembles as your tongue goes faster and faster, letting out noises that would embarrass anyone who came near them.

It wasn’t long until she climaxed. Her back arched incredibly, and her mouth fell open. She stayed that way for a few seconds before collapsing.

[crazylittlejester]

for a prompt

idk just warriors having pent up stress, the others are teasing him and stuff and he’s having a SHIT TIME and just goes OFF on all of them, and is like “bro shit I’m gonna cry” and he just runs off and has a mental breakdown somewhere (the others give boy plenty of hugs)

this is such a good prompt and i honestly might write another thing with it later. I had this idea half written in my drafts from MONTHS ago, and i’m sorry if its a bit odd or choppy I finished it in the waiting room of an urgent care lmao (the ao3 authors curse came for me) 🕺🕺🕺 BUT HERE YOU GO!! (542 words):

It had been a long couple days for all of them. Emotions were running high, stress was through the roof, but since Twilight’s miraculous recovery, things had been slowly calming down and going back to normal. After having stayed up all of the previous night, Time allowed Warriors to convince him to sleep for a few hours in the morning. The captain had promised to keep an eye on everyone, and with Twilight safely out of the danger zone, Time felt he could finally allow himself to rest. Besides, if anything happened, his brother would come wake him up.

After his short nap, the group had gone into the woods to test Twilight’s strength. He was doing well considering the severity of the wound, but the rancher was a bit disappointed in his lack of strength. Despite everything, everyone was doing well. This was the happiest he’d seen them all in months. Well, everyone except Warriors.

Time felt bad that he hadn’t noticed exactly when the captain had started acting weirdly, but over time they spent at the inn, it was becoming more and more apparent that something was wrong. He was snappier than usual, telling the others off for joking around when normally he would’ve been messing around right there with them, and standing much more rigidly. Gone was his relaxed posture, replaced by the clear physical signs of stress.

Legend and Hyrule teasing Sky for his bad stamina seemed to be the final straw.

“Stop it,” Warriors mumbled, shaking his head violently. Time looked to him in concern.

“Well maybe if you could run just a little bit faster,” Legend jabbed, teasing tone in his voice.

Sky opened his mouth to retort back, but the sound of Warriors’s knees hitting the floor cut him off. Time’s head snapped in the captain’s direction to find him curled in on himself, shaking with his hands over his ears. His head was tucked into his chest, only a few inches away from resting on the floor. Sky and Legend had gone completely silent, the only sound in the room was the captain’s ragged breathing.

“I can’t fucking do it anymore,” he wheezed, and Time carefully knelt down at his brother’s head.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong?” He asked softly, gesturing for the others to back up a little.

“I don’t even know,” Warriors cried, sitting up and looking at Time with wide eyes full of tears. “I don’t… I’ve been awake for too many hours and I… I’m just…?”

“Stressed?” Time suggested, and the captain just nodded, his legs sliding out from under him. He held out his arms and to his surprise, Warriors leaned up against him.

Twilight quickly joined them, wrapping his arms around both Warriors and Time, pressing his chest to the captain’s back. Everyone else quickly followed in as well, surrounding Wars in the middle of a hug pile.

“You deserve a nice long nap,” Wind told him from where he’d somehow squeezed himself right up next to Warriors. “You’ve done a lot for us, you can sleep now.”

“Yeah,” Wild nodded from the back of the group. “Stop worrying about all of us and take care of yourself.”

“We love you,” Sky told him from somewhere in the middle.

[uh-niran-really]

Heeellooo! This is my first time requesting a fic so sorry if its a little messy.. if requests are still open i'd like to ask for a lifeweaver x fem!reader angst fic where reader is niran's assistant and she has a huge crush on him, one week while niran was working on his project non-stop with barely any sleep he accidentally lashes out on reader on the day she was supposed to confess, the reader leaves upset and gets kidnapped by the people trying to steal niran's biolight and getting severely injured, shes held hostage and her kidnappers use her as a way to get the information for biolight. Niran receives this information and insert a whole sad sequence where the poor boy is scared bc he also loves her and feels scared and/or guilty bc of the last words he said to her and gets the help of sym to get reader back? Idk- 🥹as long as it has a happy end. Sorry if this was too long/messy!! (🥹Idk where to send this request sorry if i sent it twice)

Assistance (Lifeweaver X Fem reader)

Content: Angst, including blood mention as well as cuts and bruises. Small fluff at the end.

Word Count: 4,000+

A/N: This was just a joy to write, my apologies for taking a little longer with this one, and for the length! Thank you so much for your request and I really hope that you enjoy it! 🪷

The week was coming to an end, though you wish it wasn’t. You didn’t like the weekends, they were long and boring without him. Niran Pruksamanee. You were his gorgeous lab assistant, working with him to achieve greatness in the form of living light.

“Good morning Y/N, I’m happy to see you!”

“Good morning Mr Pruksama-“

“I’ve told you Niran is perfectly fine darling, no need to be so formal with me. Come see what I’m working on.” His smile was radiant and warm. Something you often found charming about him. Niran was excited, really excited. He was so close to a breakthrough, he could feel it. He spent the next few hours talking you through his progress. There had been so much! Biolight was evolving, growing. You were stunned.

“You work so hard Niran.”

“Not hard enough I fear.”

You wanted to hug him and tell him he was the most amazing man in the world, because to you he was. Nothing else compared to the kindness he showed you and others, nor the way he dedicated his life to healing the world. Niran was so pure and not to mention handsome as hell. You found yourself sneaking glances most days, hoping he wouldn’t notice, though often he did, smiling back at you. You were crushing on him, hard. Had been for sometime. Working so closely together caused you to develop feelings for the man, deep feelings. Though who could blame you?

“Are you going to stand there gawking at me all day dear?”

“Huh? What? Oh… sorry.. I spaced out a little.”

“You are just the cutest thing when you space out. Tell you what, you help me with this last bit of paperwork and I’ll let you leave early.”

“Oh.. no! It’s okay. I want to stay here.” He cocked his head to the side, unsure what you meant by that, yet he smiled anyway.

“You’re too good to me Y/N! But it’s going to be a long weekend for me here, I’d feel better if you were getting some rest.”

It was nice to know he cared. He would make such a caring partner. Always so gentle and sweet, very quick to compliment all the things you do, no matter how small. He notices how hard you work too, something not many people notice.

“Okay, then allow me to finish up the paper work for you and grab you a coffee.” Your smile could light up a room.

He smiles too, accepting your sweet offer, even going as far as to kiss your forehead, which of course makes you blush and twirl your fingers through your hair. In this moment you decided you would confess. Declare your burning crush on him and hope he feels the spark too. Niran was sweet to everyone, but you swear with you it was different. The weekend would help clear your thoughts ready to confess to him on Monday, a day that both excited you and terrified you.

——🪷——

You practically skipped to work on Monday morning, feeling a mix of butterflies and a twinge of nerves. Still, you were excited to see Niran, he hadn’t returned your calls or read your texts. He often updated you on things when he went home for the day, but this weekend was different. You decided to do something nice for him and stop by the florist to get him some flowers, a gesture you hoped would make him smile that gorgeous smile he did. He adored flowers, and you were sure the real kind would be even sweeter than biolight flowers. You had written a love letter ready to hand it to him after confessing your feelings. This would accompany the flowers nicely.

Flowers in hand, you walked up to the lab, ready to confess your love for him. You step in the lab, setting the flowers down briefly before taking your coat off and switching it for a long white lab coat. You tuck your hair back neatly and find a compact mirror in your pocket which you use to look at yourself, wanting to look your best for him. Taking a deep breath, you walk over to him.

“Niran! Good morn-“

“Not now.” His tone was flat, hinting at tiredness and frustration.

You were a bit surprised by this, Niran had only ever shown you affection in the mornings. He looked tired though. Really tired. Almost like he hadn’t slept since you last saw him.

“I got you some flo-.” You offer in hopes that it would make him smile, before you are cut off.

“I said not now! Can’t you see I’m busy?!”

“Oh.. I’m so sorry.. I.. didn’t mean to inter-“

“Y/N! HUSH! I don’t care what you have to say right! I’m so stressed out.” Niran spun to face you, the bags under his eyes giving away this mental state, he looked incredibly stressed out. You hated seeing him like this. “Great now I lost where I was SO THANK YOU Y/N! THANK YOU FOR THE DISTRACTION. I HOPE IT WAS WORTH IT, AT MY EXPENSE NO LESS.”

He watched as you trembled, feeling like a fool. Tears came quickly, his words prickling at your skin like tiny needles. You could feel your heart race with despair. He had yelled at you.. you had Interrupted him.

“I-I- I’m sorry..”

You drop the flowers and run out of his lab, sobbing heavily now, your heart pounding and head a mess. You had fallen for him so much that this stung. You missed the kind Niran, the sweetheart who would do anything to make you smile. Niran watched the flowers drop to the floor and you run away in tears. He groaned feeling awful right away. He didn’t mean to upset you, he didn’t even want to yell. He never yelled at anyone, he was just… so tired and stressed.

“Y/N, Please come back!” He reached out for you debating to pull you back into his arms but he was fast enough as you disappeared from his sight. He scooped up the flowers noticing how beautiful they were, just like you. He felt sick with guilt knowing that he had just hurt someone he cared about deeply. It reminded him of how he had hurt Satya..

You ran outside, still wearing your lab coat, which would prove to be your downfall as you were snatched up by a pair of strong arms.

“Aren’t you a pretty one?” A female voice purred. She was a short woman with purple hair and an undercut.

“Sombra.” A raspy called in annoyance.

“Aye, sorry.”

You watched in horror as she reached out and hacked a car, which slammed to a stop. She opened the door and pulled the driver out, almost effortlessly.

“Cars here!”

The raspy man sighed, clearly annoyed before dragging you to the car, forcing you inside. Of course you tried your best to resist, but it was futile.

“NIRAN!” You screamed before you were knocked out with the barrel of a shotgun, car door slamming shut as you blacked out.

——🪷——

The room was dark, but you could make out the faintest smile of a woman who sat in the corner by candle light. You felt groggy and your head felt sticky from warm blood that matted its way into your hair and down your face. The hit from the shotgun barrel had cracked your head open, and it hurt, pain throbbing through your body.

“You’re awake I see, grand, I can begin.”

“What.. what’s going on?”

The women ignored your questions and took a few steps closer to you, bringing the candle with her. She was a tall pale woman with short cropped red hair. She dressed almost like Niran, lab coat and a suit, but instead of his prosthetic she had a decaying purple arm.

“Now, you can confirm you know Niran Pruksamanee, is that correct?”

“Yes..”

“Judging from your lab coat is safe to assume you work with him at his lab?”

“I.. I.. won’t tell you that.”

“Tell me or don’t, it makes no difference.”

She pulled over a camcorder and began to set it up. Your heart began to pound just like your head. What did these people want? You didn’t know for sure, but you did know they were dangerous.

“You’re going to send him a little message, though, you don’t quite look the part. That can be fixed however.”

You hear the sounds of footsteps walk closer to you from behind, the fear you feel growing, just like the coming pain. A chuckle in the dark tells you all you need to know.

——🪷——

Niran paced around his lab, worried about you. He had tried to call and send you apology texts, yet he heard nothing. He was a fool for hurting you like that. You were such a joy in his life and he would never forgive himself for the way he acted. He swore that when he next saw you he would set things right.

He felt a presence behind him, suddenly turning to find… nothing? He could have sworn there was someone there, but maybe his eyes deceived him. Then he noticed a tap with a small note, that wasn’t there before. Strange. It’s as if an invisible person had come into his lab and dropped something off.

“Play me if you want to see her again”

The look on his face was akin to shock horror as his thoughts went to both you or Satya Vaswani, his closest friend. Either outcome being a worst case scenario for him. He fumbled with the tap placing it in a player and hitting play on his remote.

“Hello Pruksamanee, my name isn’t important but I can assure you, you’ll know soon enough.” He thought he recognised the man, but he couldn’t be sure. He thought this was the leader of Talon.

He watched as the camera panned to you, tied to a chair, a gag in your mouth, face cut and bruised. They had beaten you, if not worse. The could only see parts of your body, but what he did see was enough to make him dizzy. He felt his blood boil realising that you had been kidnapped, and it was all his fault.

“I imagine you’re confused, but please allow me to clear things up for you. You give us the information on your biolight and we’ll let this.. lovely thing go.”

He watched as the man on camera walked closer to you, a hand resting on your bruised cheek, taunting him. Niran hissed watching as he gripped both your cheeks in one hand, hating the way you cried out in pain.

“You know what we are capable of, you aren’t a fool. We are more than willing to make a trade. Your choice.”

He felt sick. He could hardly breathe as panic set in. Niran had feelings for you, deep feelings. Seeing you so beat up and bruised hurt him, though he knew his pain was nothing in comparison to what you must be feeling.

“Y/N.. no.. no..no..” His breathing increased, almost sending him into a panic attack. “Get a grip Niran.. get a grip.. it’s fine.. it’s fine..”

But things weren’t fine. If only he hadn’t snapped at you, you would be by his side right now chatting away and flirting with him. He should have been more patient. You were just trying to be sweet, something he adored most about you. He hated himself for putting you thought that, hated the way he treated you, hated how he put you in danger with criminals that would stop at nothing to get what they wanted. Before he could get a handle on his breathing he broke down, tears consuming his eyes as he staggered over to a desk to hold himself up.

“No.. no.. no..”

Then he saw it. On the ground a letter in a pretty pink envelop, with this name printed in your gorgeous hand writing. Your love letter. It had slipped under the desk when you dropped the flowers. He hesitated before picking it up, unsure if he should open it, guilt already getting the better of him. His mind already in a fragile state. Was this what he thought..?

“Niran,

I wanted to let you know how special you make me feel. I love the way you smile at me and tell me how special I am. It’s nice to have someone notice my work ethic, especially someone as amazing as you.

I have feelings for you… and that’s because you make me believe I am beautiful, even when I don’t always believe that. I’m falling for you and I just had to let you know. I think you are the most amazing person I have ever met. I love hearing about the way you want to heal the world, the way you stop at nothing to achieve your dreams. I love your selflessness.

You are right, Vishkar doesn’t deserve you. You put others needs first and that’s a beautiful quality to have. I’m glad I can come on his journey with you and I don’t want it to end. I really like you Niran.

Yours (If you want me)

Y/N.”

Niran stifled tears, feeling so much worse for yelling at you. He would have loved to hear you confess to him, he imagined the moment would have been so sweet and tender. He just had to yell at you and send you running, straight into the arms of armed psychopaths that wanted to steal his tech. He pictured your beautiful face again, twisted in fear, bruised and cut up. Who knows what they would do to you, he could only imagine the horrors in store. He cared so deeply it hurt. He would do anything to get you back. You were special to him and he wanted to tell you that himself.

He hurried over to his phone, picking it up to call his best friend, knowing she would help him in anyway she could. He needed to hear her voice, to get a sense of calm for his thoughts. He needed to be babied in this moment, to be Instructed on what to do, a regime. Who better than her.

“Satya?”

“What do you want Niran? I’m at wor-“

“They took her.. the girl I told you about.. THEY TOOK HER!” His breathing got worse, panic once again setting in. “I’m worried sick Satya.. they hurt her… they aren’t going to stop!”

“Bua, calm down. I can’t help you if you’re hysterical.”

Niran paced the lab again, free hand combing his hair with his fingers as a way to cope. He couldn’t wait any longer. He needed to save you. Still he did as she asked and tried to focus on his breathing. She listened, allowing him time to breathe and get his head in a better frame of mind.

“Okay.. okay.. I’m calm.. I’m calm.. Satya please.”

“Tell me what you know. I’ll help where I can.”

——🪷——

Everything hurt. The pain you felt was almost unbearable. They had beaten you for the camera, wanting Niran to know they were serious. They promised to do much worse if they didn’t get what they wanted. You worried how Niran must be feeling. You loved him after all. A part of you wondered if he even cared about you, quickly dismissing this thought. Of course he cared, he just had a few too many sleepless nights, causing him to lash out. Of course he cared for you.

“Niran..” You sigh, just thinking of him. He was your person and you couldn’t help but daydream of a better situation for yourself, with him.

“You love him, don’t you?” A French accent called out into the dark.

You jumped, not realising that anyone was even there to begin with. The voice laughed, before you heard the click of heels trail down the hallway, closer to you.

“I.. I won-“

“I loved someone once. I killed him for it. You’re a smart girl, you must know he’ll come for you soon enough.” The voice almost reassuring. You weren’t sure what to believe.

——🪷——

“Niran, are you sure you want to do this?”

“What choice do I have Satya?”

They pair hugged. She had come as quickly as she could, knowing her friend needed him. Together they went through the information and pieced together a plan for how they would get you out, safely. Niran was ready to give up his Biolight, though Satya wasn’t so eager, insisting that he keep his Biolight and find another way.

“We’ll get her back. I’m excited to meet her.”

“You’d honestly love her.. she’s.. so sweet. I think you’d be great friends Satya.”

“Then I am happy for you, Bua. Be safe.”

“You too.”

The pair hugged again, before splitting off to commence their plan. Satya would act as the negotiator, whilst setting up teleports in and out for Niran to use to get you out. It would be risky, but Niran was willing to do anything he could to rescue you. Satya volunteered to be the one to get you out, but he declined on the basis that he would not loose her too. If things went wrong, he’d be the one to take the fall.

Satya set up the first teleport whilst she made the phone call to the group, attempting to buy Niran some time.

Once inside Niran searched for you. He was certain they would keep you deep inside the building and he was correct. The walls all looked the same, expect for the walls that appeared in the tape he was sent. He just needed to find them. Sure enough, the walls changed and he was on the right path.

“Y/N?” He whispered around, trying his best not to draw attention to himself. He listened in waiting to hear a reply as he walked down the long halls.

“N..Niran..” You stutter. He freezes, unsure of where your voice came from.

“Y/N where are you dearest? Keep talking to me.”

You were unsure of what to say. You were so tired and beaten. Everything hurt. You just wanted to get out of this place. Back home. Back to normality. Back to Niran. He called out again pleading with you to talk to him.

“Please Y/N.. I’m so sorry… please.. talk to me..” He sounded heartbroken, scared you would hate him for what he did. “Please.. I’m begging you.. I love you..”

His words hit you like a freight train. He loved you. He really loved you. After all this time you worried for nothing because Niran was here and ready to save you. You just needed to call out to him.

“Niran.. I’m here. Can you hear me?”

“I can! Stay there, I’m coming. I’m going to get you out of here.”

You smile as you see a flicker of cream hair pass the dark room you are in. It was only for a second but it filled your heart with such joy to know he really came for you and it wasn’t just a ploy to toy with your emotions.

“Niran!!”

You watched as his ears picked up on your voice, his face finding yours, eyes meeting. He looked relieved, but also distraught. Quickly, he hurried over to you dropping to his knees and placing his head on your bound lap.

“Please forgive me.. I am so deeply sorry for how I treated you..”

He cuts the restraints with his Biolight thorns, watching as your exhausted body waterfalls down the chair, slumping into your arms.

“I have you. It’s okay… I’m going to get you out of here my love..”

“That would be nice..” You feel him scoop you up, resisting the urge to kiss you. To him, seeing you so beaten and scratched up was hell. Your pretty features bloodied and swollen. Your pretty H/C hair matted with blood, the wound on your head still sore and tender. The sight of you was enough to destroy him, and it did.

“I’m so sorry beautiful… my.. what did they do to you Tii Rak..”

With all the strength you could muster which wasn’t much, you wrap your arms around him to hug him, wincing and hissing through the pain.

“Let’s get you out of here..”

He pulled a device from his pocket and pressed it, alerting Satya to create a teleport to his location. She of course wasted no time, allowing Niran to carry you out of the horrible place and into a safer location. His apartment. He placed you gently on a plush coach, kissing the top of your head softly.

“There.. you’re safe now.”

“Bua! I was worried.” Satya called, she stood out of the way knowing Niran would want to focus on you.

“We’re okay. I need to heal her, but we made it out thanks to you. Truly, thank you Satya.”

They hugged again, it was a beautiful sight to see. Niran often spoke about Satya and how much she meant to him. It was nice to see him interact with her in the way he did. You could tell they had been friends for years, a deep bind that could never be broken. You wanted something like that with him.

Turning his attention to you again he flicked his right wrist, a small lotus flower pulsing in his hand. He held the flower watching as it bloomed, before firing it towards you.

“This might feel a bit.. odd. My apologies.”

The feeling was a little strange, like a vibration seeping into your skin, but it felt so wonderful, like you were being given a warm hug. The pain melted away, letting you breathe a sigh of relief.

“I’ll leave you to it Bua. Talon are still on some wild goose chase. You should have enough time to move things and start over.”

“You truly are the bestest friend a man could ask for.”

“I know, so you tell me.” She smiled before turning to you. “Niran tells me you are someone special. I would like to get to know you once you are feeling better of course.”

You nodded, relieved that she wanted to get to know you. Niran spoke about her so often that it warmed your heart to know she was as sweet as he recalled. With a small wave goodbye she was gone.

Focus was on you again, Niran took your hand in his and held it close to his chest. The way he acted today had caused you a great deal of pain and that is something he would never forget. You saw the pain in his eyes, the tears that formed, threatening to spill.

“Allow me to offer my deepest apologies Y/N. I was… a horrible person this morning. You didn’t deserve that. I understand that I have caused you so much pain.. I understand I could have caused your demise.. I will NEVER stop working to make sure you are safe and cared for..”

“Niran..”

“I understand if you want to quit.. I wouldn’t blame you.. but.. I just want you to know.. I’ve developed feeling for you too.. I.. read your letter.. and it was so moving. I too love how you smile and the way your face lights up a room.. being with me.. is dangerous.. that’s why I have to leave.. I don’t expect you to-“

“Then I’m coming with you.”

He stared unblinking, tears finally falling. He felt his heart pound in his chest. You too couldn’t help but tear up. You forgave him for everything, knowing it wasn’t his fault. He had always been so good to you, it was inevitable you would follow him to the ends of the earth.

“You will? Oh Y/N.. you’re too good to me.. I will never stop hating myself for what you went through today.”

“Of course Niran.” You pull him in for a hug, sighing at the safety you felt. He melted into your body, silently sobbing, grateful you were okay. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Y/N.”

He scooped you up again, carrying you lovingly to his bathroom, to draw you a nice hot bath. You snuggled into his chest, feeling safe and warm. He was so caring. You felt the love he poured out.

“Niran?”

“Yes dearest?”

You reach up and plant a soft kiss on his jaw, watching as a smile spreads across his face, before turns his head and captures your lips in a soft and sweet kiss. The first of many he would give you today.

[writer-in-theory]

we deserve each other (spencer reid x reader)

prompt: 🐓 (idk why mine is brown rooster :( ) : my favorite trope/cliché is basically the plot of legally blonde. Girl breaks up with useless guy, finds her self worth, and is a badass all while finding the perfect person. (I just loved the chemistry between Luke Wilson and Reese Witherspoon) and I would love to see this with Spencer x reader 🥺🥺🥺❤❤❤ - @kodiakwhiskey

summary: when reader breaks up with her long-term boyfriend, she may find the one for her where she least expects it.

category: hurt/comfort

pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader

content warnings: toxic/controlling boyfriend, brief body-shaming

word count: 1.1k

a/n: thank you so much for your patience, friend. It’s a long time coming, but here we are i hope you enjoy.

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It only takes one moment for everything to change.

The night—sitting in the fanciest restaurant you’d ever seen—you thought the perfect fairytale ending was on its way. A mutual friend had let it slip that Chris was planning to propose tonight, and you’d spent all week bouncing in anticipation for this moment.

Now that you were here though, sitting across from him with a ring held out between you and wondering where it all had gone so wrong.

Maybe it had started at the beginning of the night.

“Are you really gonna wear that?” Chris asked when he stepped into the bedroom, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms over his chest. He carried an expression you knew well—the raised eyebrow and pursed lips, eyes staring at your body as if it were something that needed fixing. It hadn’t been something you noticed in the beginning, but now standing there in your favorite dress you could practically see the warning lights flashing around him.

You would wear the dress, though, ignoring the judgemental eyes that lingered on you a little longer than necessary.

The next bitter realization came when you got to the restaurant when Chris couldn’t do anything but call you “his girlfriend”. You were never your own, never allowed to make the choices you wanted. You held your tongue when he ordered you a dish you never cared for but always put up with for him, and you stuffed the complaint back into your mouth when he told the waiter about how he didn’t have to do anything because you were successful enough for the both of you and could clean the house.

But when, after all of it, Chris got down on one knee and proposed, you could no longer keep quiet.

The entire restaurant floor was watching you. Dozens of eyes were on you, waiting for you to appease the man you’d been settling for all this time. Instead, you did what you were convinced was impossible.

“Are you kidding me?” you told him, pulling a wave of murmurs from the room. Surely they’d damn you as the witch who cursed this man, but while you burned on their pyre you’d know the truth of it all. He deserved every word coming to him, and once you started there was no way to stop. “You’ve treated me like dirt for months, what makes you think I deserve a lifetime of that? I don’t, by the way, so get the hell out of here. I’ve put up with you for far too long and I’m done.”

Chris’s face shuttered—taking on a dark expression that made you take a step back. He didn’t do anything to you though, and instead grabbed his coat and began to leave. His final words to you sank deep into your chest, wrapping tightly around the scars already left by him. “You’ll come running back to me when you realize how alone you are.”

Though no one was looking at you anymore, it was obvious you were the topic of every table’s conversation. They never once turned their heads to your table meant for two, but every so often you’d hear someone say “that poor girl must be so embarrassed” or “what’d that poor bastard do to deserve that?”

It was just when you were prepping to leave that you heard something new.

“Do you mind if I sit here?”

You were prepared to yell, to question why someone would want to make fun of you while you were already down, but looking up you saw an innocent face incapable of being so callous. His longer hair tucked behind his ears, wide hazel eyes looking at you with pure concern and nervousness.

“Sure, why not?” you sighed, gesturing to the free chair your almost-fiancé had once occupied. The man sat down gingerly, adjusting his tie and shirt as he did so.

“I’m sorry that happened.”

“I’m not,” you answered simply, shrugging your shoulders and eliciting a shocked expression from the attractive man in front of you. “I’ve spent months feeling bad about the entire relationship, I’m tired of it. As I said, I deserve better.”

“You do,” the man told you.

“How do you know?” you asked curiously, tilting your head to the side. “I’m a complete stranger.”

“You can tell a lot about a person based on how they act,” the man answered just as simply.

“And what do my actions say about me?”

“That you’re kind, you’re empathetic. You care about others and you haven’t always cared about yourself, but you’re trying to now. You noticed people making assumptions about you but you didn’t say anything. You’re strong,” the stranger told you, and it was so kind that you waited for the punchline. You waited for him to ask for what he wanted like Chris always did when he began with a compliment. You waited to be hurt, but he never happened.

“What’s your name, stranger?” you asked the only question your lips could form, knowing you wanted to find out everything about this man who’d said the kindest words you’d ever heard about yourself.

“Spencer Reid.”

“Why are you here, Spencer Reid? I mean, with me. Surely there’s somewhere else you could spend your time.”

Spencer seemed to consider this for a moment, eyes drifting down to his entwined hands on the table. It was only when he’d taken a breath and met your gaze again that he spoke. “I was here for a date, but she didn’t show. Your speech reminded me that maybe I deserve better too.”

“We both deserve much better than how we’ve been treated, then.”

You didn’t know this man, but there was something pulling you to him. A string wrapped around both of you and making you want to keep close. Why had a stranger been pulled in by your words? Why did the two of you have an easier conversation than you’d ever had with your ex?

And after a night of talking and laughing, you came to the right conclusion.

“We could be better for each other,” you told him, to which Spencer smiled and took your hand in his.

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nothing – l.hs

pairing : non idol! boyfriend!heeseung x gn reader

genre : fluff | domestic au (?)

warnings : fluffy kiss that becomes kinda intense (??)

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based off the song ‘nothing’ by bruno major! (highly recommend reading it while listening to the song for the extra ~feely feels~

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“i wish we could do this forever”, you whispered to your boyfriend, your arms loosely placed on his shoulders while both of you slow danced in your dimly lit apartment kitchen, the only source of light being the candles that were placed simultaneously around the quaint area.

heeseung twirled you around, going with the flow of the song playing in the background, followed by a little chuckle and smile when you made a little stumble before falling back into his arms.

“gosh, i’ve two left feet”, you shyly admit after almost falling flat on your bottom, if not for your boyfriend’s excellent reflexes catching you.

“you’re so cute”, heeseung says while he took your hands in his as he lead you through the song.

you looked up at him, your heart beating faster for each extra second your eyes were on him. you admired his beautiful, bambi eyes, that held the whole universe and stars.

your eyes slowly made their way down to his lips— admiring how soft and pretty they were.

he noticed your intense staring so he let out a small chuckle.

“anything wrong, my love?”, he asks you as he looks down— admiring your small frame next to his.

“i love you”, you confess, hiding your face out of shyness in his chest.

heeseung’s heart swelled up at your confession— the things you do to me, l/n y/n.

“i love you more”, he says as both of you swayed lightly and savored the moment— hoping nothing more than for it to last forever.

you snuggled deeper in to his chest— i’m so glad to have found you, lee heeseung.

as the song nears its end, you face him once again. heeseung tilts your head up gently, admiring your features before pressing your forehead against his.

you moved your hands from around his torso to back on his shoulders. for a moment, you felt time stop for the both of you.

heeseung slowly closes the gap between you, his lips inching closer to yours every second as the last line of the song approaches.

his nose brushes lightly against yours before he locks his lips with yours. you ran your hands through his fluffy hair, before jumping and wrapping your legs around his torso, his arms supporting you instinctively.

there’s nothing like doing nothing with you

you deepened the kiss before pulling away for a breath of air. both of you stared at each other, your fingers intertwined with his hair.

no, there’s nothing like doing nothing with you

he places a chaste kiss on your nose, “i’m grateful you’re mine”

heeseung didn’t know that much about what the future held for him and neither did you. however, he knew for sure that, he can take on whatever life throws at him— as long as you were there with him.

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uploaded: 29th december 2021

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hera’s note 💌 | hello to my lovely readers! 🥰 i found this in my drafts and like i decided to just post it so ya’ll have something to read while waiting for heart arrows :> pls idk what possessed me to be so soft when writing this sjdhdjdj anyway, i hope you enjoy it! ❤️ once again, hera loves you! stay safe & take care <3

[nymika-arts]

tagged by @tripleaxeldiaz to post my 5 favourite fics that i’ve written 🥰 mwah ily

i’ll be yours forever (till forever falls apart), 10k

The sound of the water quieted some of the noises in his head, and he stared as it ran pink off his hands, carrying the worst of the blood away with it. But it left some behind, wedged into the creases on his palms, caked under his fingernails. He wondered how long he would have to scrub to clean the red away completely. He wondered how long he would keep seeing it there—feeling it there—even after it’s gone.

He lingered with his hands under the faucet for a long time, maybe hoping that the water would take with it not only the blood, but also the fear, and the uncertainty, and the vicious images of that night that were burned into his mind. It didn't. He turned the water off.

Finally, Eddie looked at the hoodie that Bobby had brought for him, and felt his heart break all over again.

It was Buck's.

Or: Buck and Eddie stop for groceries. Things don't go well for them.

i’d pick your thunder, i’d pick your rain, 3.3k

Buck wants (and wants, and wants), but he can't. He just—can't. Because all he's ever done is ruin his relationships and drive people away, and he can't bear the thought of watching Eddie leave him behind. But even more, he can't bear the thought of him staying.

Buck doesn't really think Eddie would have him, anyway.

So he'd held that aching love he'd discovered close to his chest, felt its flickering warmth and the spark of hope that came with it, and then tucked it away. Another piece of himself to hide from the world.

And things had been fine. He'd been managing it. Until now, when he's sitting in Hen and Karen's backyard in the fading evening light, and Eddie's wearing a stunning deep blue suit and a smile that's doing funny things to Buck's insides, and he just looks happy.

Or: Buck has realized he's in love with Eddie and he's definitely not going to do anything about that.

i tear myself down (to be built back up again), 1.3k

"Did you mean it?" Eddie asked after a minute. "About the transfer?"

"I don't know. Yeah. Probably," Buck said truthfully. In that moment he had meant it. He didn't want to leave, but if that was the price of his friends’ happiness, he would have paid it. He figured if all he was good for was tearing things apart, the least he could do was separate them from his mess.

"Did you really think we would have just let you go?"

Or: Buck is having a bad day. Eddie helps. (5x05 coda)

all of his little details, 1.8k

He put his head down, and let the drawing take shape under his hand.

Eddie tried to capture every detail of the scene in front of him. The comfortable way that Buck had draped himself across the chair, the way the warm light shone across his face and cast shadows in any place it couldn’t reach, the small crease he got between his brows when he was really concentrating on something.

It was in these moments that Buck looked most like himself. These quiet moments where the masks he wore slipped away, and he let himself just be. These were the moments where Eddie loved him the most.

Or: Eddie takes a moment to draw Buck. Buck notices.

take me back to the light, 1.8k

“What are we doing?” Eddie asked, peering up at the sky spotted with wispy clouds. The sun would be coming up soon.

“Appreciating the world for a minute,” Buck replied. “Let’s go to the roof.” He was walking away before he’d even finished speaking, and Eddie trailed after him.

Or: Buck and Eddie watch the sunrise.

i love all these fics sm and i’ve reread them several times each (except for the top one which i’m still too self conscious about shdjgfb) 💖

i haven’t been online so idk who’s been tagged already but @renecdote @evanbucxley @tawaifeddiediaz @herodiaz @rewritetheending @gayeddie @dearestdiaz @buttercupbuck @buckactuallys if u wanna! 

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safe space ~ corpse husband

word count: 1296

request?: yes!

“Ok I just had this random imagine idea for corspe husband pop into my head. Its kinda long but I think it would be cute. The reader gets panic/anxiety attacks too but the reader had never been able to calm down or have a safe space when they have them. One time they were on the verge of having one and corspe just held them and they calmed down and they were surprised. It happens like that a few times and the reader realizes he's their safe space. One time they were about to have one and corspe was in his room editing (not streaming or recording) and the reader goes to him and plops on his lap and he's confused and the reader mumbles something like safe space and he's just shocked and happy. Idk I think its cause I just had one that I thoguht of this. I know its long. I just want some long cute corspe fluff. 🖤”

description: in which she finds out that her safe space is in his arms

pairing: corpse x female!reader

warnings: swearing, anxiety attacks

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The first time we realized that Corpse was my safe space was during an Among Us stream. I was in Corpse’s room playing so that we didn’t accidentally cheat off of one another. The round had ended with me throwing and voting for Leslie instead of Felix, causing the imposters to win, which resulted in everyone immediately yelling when they could all unmute their mics again.

I knew they weren’t actually mad, but I felt myself becoming overwhelmed with all the yelling. My breathing was becoming quicker and more shallow, and everything I could possibly say caught in my throat. Tears were forming in my eyes and my hands were shaking so bad I could barley even try to type anything in the chat. No one noticed my silence over all the shouting, except for Corpse, who knew me all too well.

The door to his YouTube room opened and the next thing I knew, his arms were around me, holding me tightly.

“They’re not actually mad,” he whispered, soothingly, in my ear. “It’s okay baby, you’re okay.”

Although it was still a long process of coming down from my attack, I felt myself relax in his arms quicker than I normally did. I cuddled my head into his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat until I felt myself feeling better. Corpse ended his stream and both of us left the game to spend the rest of the night just cuddling in bed together.

After that, Corpse became my safe place. Whenever he was around for an anxiety attack, he’d take me in his arms and would hold me as long as I needed him to. When he was busy, I’d put on one of his hoodies that smelled like him, which did the trick well enough but not as much as actually feeling his arms around me.

One day, I was hunched over my laptop, trying to make sense of the assignment I had been given for one of my classes. The wording of the assignment made absolutely no sense, and what was expected was extremely confusing. I didn’t know anyone in my class well enough to reach out and ask for help, so I felt stuck. And, of course, the stupid thing was due in a week’s time and I didn’t even know where to start for it.

My mind began to fill with anxious thoughts. I was convinced that this one assignment was going to lead to my ultimate failure of the entire class, and I was sure that that’s what I deserved.

You should’ve started earlier, a voice in my mind was saying. If you fail you deserve it. You have no one to blame but yourself, you lazy piece of shit.

Corpse was in his YouTube room, luckily just editing a video and not actually recording or streaming. As I felt my anxiety attack coming on, I debated on walking in without warning. I needed him more than anything right now, but I didn’t want to interrupt him when he was technically working. However, my vision was already becoming blurred from a combination of tears and how bad I was shaking, so I knew this would be a bad one that I couldn’t ride out on my own.

Corpse looked up at me as I walked into the room without knocking. He looked confused, but pushed his chair out anyways to give me room to curl up on his lap.

“What are you doing?” he asked, a mixture of confused and amused.

“Safe space,” I mumbled against his chest. My shaking was already becoming less intense.

He kissed the top of my head and wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly to him. We sat like that for some time. I listened to Corpse’s steady heartbeat, a soothing sound that could’ve lulled me to sleep if I wasn’t still coming down from my near attack.

After a while, I felt Corpse move his chair back to his desk. He leaned forward ever so slightly as to not disrupt me on his lap and continued to edit his video. I watched as he did so, giggling at the parts that made me laugh, which was approval enough for Corpse to keep them in the video.

We were sat like that for nearly an hour. I had long calmed down, but I was so comfortable in Corpse’s arms that I didn’t want to move. When he finished editing, I turned to face him, straddling his lap and wrapping my arms around his neck.

“Are you okay?” he asked, resting his hands on my hips.

“I am now,” I confirmed. “I’m sorry for bothering you while you were editing.”

“You don’t have to apologize, baby. You have nothing to apologize for. You know you can always come to me when you need me.”

I ran my hands through his hair and gave him a light kiss on the nose, causing him to chuckle.

“You’re too good to me,” I said, my voice low in a whisper.

“Saying I’m too good to you implies that you don’t deserve someone who is going to be there for you at all times,” he said. “Which you do. You deserve that and so much more.”

“You’re gonna make me cry!” I said, blinking away the tears of happiness that were forming in my eyes. “Stop being so cute!”

“I can’t, it’s a disease. I can’t get rid of it.”

I giggled and kissed him again.

“Want to talk about what had you so worked up?” he asked.

I sighed and leaned back more to look at him. “It’s that stupid assignment for my class. I’ve left it for too long and now it’s due next week and I have no idea what to do for it. I’m afraid I’m gonna fail, the assignment and the class...and I feel like I deserve to fail for leaving it so late.”

“A week is plenty of time to work on it once you have it figured out,” Corpse said. “Can you email your professor to get it explained?”

“I can try, but she’s awful for responding. Last time I emailed her she didn’t respond until the day it was due, and by then I had already bullshit my way through the assignment and submitted it. I don’t even know I can do that for this one.”

“It’s worth a try. You can email her, then I’ll see if there’s any way I can help you figure it out while you wait. I warn you though, I am not the brightest person out there.”

“Well that’s a lie. You’re much smarter than I am.”

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. That’s the simp in you clouding your judgement of me.”

I chuckled at this as Corpse pulled me to him to kiss my neck. I let out a squeal as he rose from his chair, my legs still wrapped around his waist and his arms still holding me tightly.

He carried me back to his room and basically threw me down on his bed. He took my school stuff off the bed and proceeded to flop down on top of me, effectively pinned me down to the bed.

“Get up! I gotta email my prof!” I laughed, trying - and failing - to push him off of me.

“You can email later. I want to cuddle.”

I playfully rolled my eyes, but in truth I was grateful for this moment. No stress, no anxiety, just the love of my life in my arms and his head on my chest. I played with his curly brown hair as he ran his fingers gently over my sides.

This was my safe space, my happy place. And I truly couldn’t ask for a better one.

[jessiebanethedragon]

Good Soldiers

Empire!Crosshair x Reader

a/n: takes place after the events of the first episode so SPOLIERS

warnings: kissing, idk angst

Word count: 1749

The Green Visor stares at you menacingly. Even though it is not powered up, nor is it being worn at the moment. Having wrenched it off of the sharpshooter whilst clambering over him as Wrecker held him at bay. The scratches on your face, the busted lip and bruises littering you body are proof of the intense fight you’d been a part of. To say you were grieving might not be too much of an overstatement.

To be honest, all of you were grieving.

The damage the five of you had to do to Crosshair just to sedate him so that he couldn't hurt anyone else was enough to give you all nightmares for years to come. You did not feel like you were crying, crying implies you almost had control over the tears on your face. These ones started falling before you were conscious that they had started.

The rest of the batch only had an inkling of what the sniper meant to you. Their proximity to the two of you made hiding your feelings impossible, but to the exact degree, no one knew quite how deep these feelings went. They could see his eyes soften when he looked at you, the lingering touches and prideful smirks. They could see you bat your eyelashes at his scornful glare when you asked for something, and they could glance at a smile only reserved for their brother.

Hunter, Wrecker, Tech and Echo never heard the whispered ‘I love you's’ in his bunk, nor did they know that you knew how his ungloved hands felt on every part of your body. Rough on the surface and soft underneath, just like the sniper himself.

You clutch your necklace in your hands as you cry. Aggressively wringing the chain through your battered hands in hopes the pain grounds you. But it couldn’t deny the truth. Crosshair was no longer the man you loved.

He’d shot Wrecker, electro shocked Echo, busted Tech’s glasses, and even though Hunter said he was unscathed, he was twitching at every noise.

“Hey.” It was Tech, moving to crouch down to your level from where you sit on the floor of the Havoc Marauder.

“Can I see him?” You ask, sniffling up the tears in an effort to look more like the warrior the men know you to be.

“I don’t think you want to.” Tech says while scanning you over with the handheld medical-whats-it. Nothing serious is wrong, and yet at the same time, everything serious is wrong. “He’s still… restrained.” Tech explains slowly. “There hasn't been a change in his disposition yet.” the scanner beeps as it delivers its report.

“So you mean he’s still on a homicidal rage to kill us all.” You simplify bitterly.

“When you put it like that he sounds exactly the same as before the chip.” You try to manage a fake smile at that, but even with all your acting skills piled together the curve only makes it halfway. It drops so quickly when you hear the sound of struggle followed by an anger induced scream that sounds too familiar.

The havoc marauder does not have a set of barracks or prison cells so the only way to keep Crosshair safe from himself and to keep you safe from him was to magnetize a pair of cuffs to the metal of the bunks, three sets total, one for his hands and one for each foot. You shudder at how dangerous he really is, and how you never noticed.

You’re making your way into the bunk area before Tech can stop you and you rush through the doorway, wisps of hair surrounding your dirty face and heaving chest.

Through the glare, he grits his teeth. Sitting with his hands pinned above him to the metal frame of the second bunk. Forcing him to sit on the edge of Tech’s bed.

“You’re clever traitors, I'll give you that.” He says, words slithering out threateningly. The commotion that caught your attention has bought the other four into the doorway as well.

“Ohhhhh,” he taunts. “The cavalry has arrived hasn't it?” you blink. A lot. Because if you blink fast enough the image blurs enough so that it looks like the man you love. Gingerly you step towards him, ignoring the hand that reaches out to stop you. You sit yourself on the bunk opposite.

“Do you… do you recognize me?” You ask, still clutching your necklace. He shifts as best he can in the cuffs and doesn't answer. “Crosshair…” You whisper hopelessly.

“CT 9904.” He corrects. You raise an eyebrow, and decide to switch tactics.

“So CT 9904 what do you make of CT 9903, CT 9902, and CT 9901?” you gesture to Hunter, Wrecker and Tech respectively.

“Enemies to the empire.” He states,

“You can’t reason with him with the inhibitor chip still inside.” Tech chimes in, making you sigh and look away from the prisoner on the bed and back at your necklace.

“Do you recognize this?” You ask softly, holding it out to him. His eyes narrow as he looks at it - but stays silent.

It’s a tense moment, the rest of the batch also analyzing the rough gem wrapped in leather that you’ve been wearing for as long as any of them can remember. How Crosshair would have a connection to it, they’re only just realizing. He was never one for much romance, but this gift was different. Given to you on shore leave far away from prying eyes, and confirmation that even though you could never tell anyone, he’d always be yours. The necklace was confirmation of a secret relationship and the only public display of affection either of you could show.

“Crosshair.” you press desperately, “do you recognize this?” His breathing becomes a bit more laboured, more stressed, more like he's fighting something.

“Good soldiers follow orders. Good soldiers follow orders. Good-”

“Tech scan him again.” you demand watching as he begins to struggle against the bindings. Tech presses his way in the room.

“Hold his head for me,” he says before beginning a scan with a specialized tool that he's been young with for some time. You rest your hands on his face, one cupped behind and one so that you can rub calming circles on his cheek. It's the same way you used to hold him after missions that had gone less to plan.

“Good soldiers follow orders.” He says over and over as his eyes glaze over and become unfocused.

“Tech,” you say worriedly, desperately trying to coax Crosshair back to life and calm him down.

“Good soldiers follow orders.” He says with his head falling back, and you do your best to keep him supported.

“I’ve got it!” Tech shouts, looking at the left side of his temple. “Everyone out! I need to sedate him.” Your head flies up, you’re not keen to leave him, not when he's in this state.

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

“I can't leave him…”

“Good soldiers follow orders.”

“Wrecker get her out now!” Tech shouts and you feel arms like tree trunks around your middle and you can’t do more than wriggle as your hands slip from Crosshairs face as you're dragged out of the room.

It’s not too long later when Tech re-emerges but it feels like a lifetime to you. And before you can even get a word out he places a petri dish on the table, before leaving to go into the fresher. You rush back to find Crosshair laying on the floor, one hand still magnetized to the leg of one of the bunks. You doubt the cleanliness of the operation but if there's one thing the bad batch had in great supply it was Bacta and antibiotics.

There's a patch of shaven hair by his temple with a small bandage over it, and the drugs seem to be wearing off quickly because he's already shifting. You run a soft hand over his stubble. You’re scared to wake him, because if he wakes and it isn't the man you know under his eyes, you don’t know what you’ll do.

He groans, it's long and deep like the kind you're used to getting in the early hours of the morning when you get up to sneak him out of your bed and back into his bunk. Your name slips past his lips, and his eyes flutter open.

You’re ready to jump away, scared even though he's still bound. And you recoil when his arms reach for you and get stopped by the binder. He looks confused for a moment before his eyes meet the metal restraining him.

His eyes meet yours with tears falling from them.

“Crosshair?” you ask, “I need to know it’s you.”

“The necklace, I gave it to you.” He says, but you remain far from his grasp still. “It was the last day shore leave, at your-our place. We were in bed, the sun was rising, it was the first time I told you I loved you.” He says slowly, deliberately, in a soft voice he only uses around you. Unconsciously you move to him, his freehand wraps around your waist as he buries his face where your shoulder meets your neck. You pull him away only to press your lips to his in a kiss that’s a mess of tears, teeth and a need to be close to one another.

“I’m sorry.” He gasps when you break away the breath. “Maker, mesh’la i’m so sorry.”

“It doesn’t matter.” You tell him, unlocking the binder so he can hold you with both hands, before kissing him again, this time it is somehow more needy than the last, you can't get enough of Crosshair because now you know what it is like to lose him. Your hands reach under his empire blacks, partly because you want to burn every part of the empire to the ground and partly because you're desperate to properly feel him again. You feel his warm hands up your back as they go under your tunic and you keen into his touch.

Hunter clears his throat from the doorway.

“I was on my way to check on you.” He says after the two of you break away. “But it seems you two are getting on just fine.” Your face flushes bright red as Hunter turns away. “Good to have you back Crosshair.” Hunter says firmly.

Crosshair presses a kiss to your neck before smiling.

“Good to be back Sarge.”

[jschllatt]

𝐈 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐁𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 | 𝐝𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐦

Prompt: (Based off of the song I Wanna Be Yours by Arctic Monkeys) Clay’s recent fame leads to a difficult decision to be made. Months later, he’s still regretful. You seem to be fine, so why can’t he move on, too? 

Warnings: Swearing, alcohol consumption, slight angst

Pairing: Dream x GN!Reader

Words: 2.5k

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I spent a week on this and idk how I feel about it but I hope you enjoy <3

Clay had been consumed by an overwhelming emptiness, his entire body hollow as the lack of your presence took its toll. 

Two months. Two devastating months had passed since he’d made a grave mistake, and now he was facing the agonous repercussions. He was a mess—anyone could see it. Between his long, disheveled hair, the light scruff that covered his face, and his bloodshot eyes, it was clear that Clay’s mind had been somewhere else. And it had been. Every passing second was a constant reminder of his solitude, causing the emptiness in his heart to evolve into a deep, incessant void, no longer inhabited by the happiness you had ingrained in him just months before. Why? Clay was overcome with a sense of deep regret as a result of your absence, feeling more alone than he ever had before. What could have possibly happened to make him feel this way? To make you leave? The answer was rather simple—he was just too damn busy. 

Clay had dedicated a considerable amount of time to his career, filming or streaming during the little free time he had. As he grew more popular, the time that you had spent in each other’s presence dwindled significantly, each day becoming lonelier than the last. Your interactions with him had shortened drastically—what were once long, lingering kisses placed on your forehead had devolved into chaste pecks, void of any true care or meaning. While you understood entirely that Clay’s career was important, you found yourself slowly losing hope.

You realized it one day as he was filming. 

It was a day no different from the last. Clay was recording a Manhunt video in his office, his voice shrill as he begged his friends for mercy. He was always loud when he filmed, and though you had chastised him for it countless times, he never listened. A loud sigh escaped your lips, going unheard, and you shifted your position on the couch, uncomfortable. Everyday seemed to be the same—each as lonely and frustrating as the last. Clay’s ignorance only fueled your apathy towards your relationship more, and you couldn’t help but find yourself growing hopeless at the thought of Clay being unaware of your unhappiness. Your troubled thoughts continued until a week had passed—a long, grueling week in which you had hopelessly tried to burrow your apathetic thoughts. But you couldn’t. You were giving up. The realization of your unhappiness made a pit grow in your stomach. You knew that you cared about Clay, but you couldn’t keep living the way you were—tired, unacknowledged, pitiful. 

And so, you let him go.

Clay was editing by the time you gathered the courage to face him, your stomach nauseous as you approached his office door. A light knock signaled your presence, and Clay muttered a quiet ‘come in,’ his voice raspy after hours of unuse. Blowing out a breath, you entered the room, your expression sullen upon noticing Clay’s inattentiveness. His eyes were still glued to his monitor, deeply focused on editing rather than your presence. You waited for a few seconds, silently hoping he would pay you any mind, but he didn’t. A wave of disappointment washed over you, though you managed to keep your voice steady as you declared, “We should break up.” Clay tensed in his seat, suddenly fixated on your words rather than the hours worth of footage he was editing. His chair turned with a quiet squeak as he swiveled around to face you. “What?” You sensed the subtle indignation of his tone as he squinted confusedly at your abrupt words. “We should break up.” You were much quieter this time, unable to meet his eyes as your words died silently in the tense air. You wrung your hands together anxiously as you leaned back on your heels, feeling awkward under Clay’s intense gaze. Maybe this was a mistake. Maybe you should’ve just stayed quiet and dealt with it. Maybe—

“Okay.” 

Immediately, your eyes flickered up to meet his, filled with a silent desperation as you searched his emerald irises for any indication of his intentions. Nothing. 

“Okay?”

Clay remained silent for a moment, his body stiff as he leaned back in his noisy chair. His expression was inscrutable as he stared at you blankly, trying to find the right words to say as he watched your face remain solemn at his confound brevity. His voice was level as he spoke, “I know I’ve been busy lately. We haven’t spent a lot of time together and that’s my fault. I could sit here and promise to change, but we both know I can’t—not right now.” Though you felt your heart shatter, you knew he was right. His job was too important, too time consuming.

A nod signaled your understanding and you turned to leave, feeling overwhelmingly dejected. 

“Hey.” You turned around to meet Clay’s eyes, noticing the hurt that was settled in them. “I hope you know I care about you.” You fought the urge to cry and shot him a watery smile, struggling to keep your tone unwavering as you agreed, “Me too.”

Two months had passed. 

Clay had been struggling. Everyone knew it—his friends, family, even his fans. It was clear that the once cheerful, happy man had become melancholy, suddenly depressed and unable to hide his unhappiness on camera. There had been numerous speculations of why this was, but only few knew the truth. Sapnap was among one of them and had been staying at Clay’s for the past month, creating content with his best friend while simultaneously making sure he was okay. Though two months had passed, Clay was still a mess. Perhaps it was because it hadn’t hit him that day. He had momentarily convinced himself that his career was more important than you, but deep down he knew that wasn’t true. He wanted so desperately to reach out to you, but assumed you had moved on—another incorrect belief of his. Clay cooped himself up in his home, never leaving unless it was urgent. He had sunken into a deep depression and the only remedy for his pain was you. You. He treated you so poorly. Everyday was a constant reminder of your absence and it was his fault. He could’ve made more time for you, or at least spent the free time he had with you. 

Remorseful thoughts ran through his head everyday, nearly driving himself crazy, and Sapnap knew he needed to get Clay out of the house. 

“There’s a party tonight, I think we should go.” Clay immediately denied the offer with a shake of his head, grumbling to himself. His best friend sighed indignantly, blowing out a breath of frustration before stating, “You don’t have a choice, you need to get out of the house.” Sapnap stood his ground, arms crossed as he stared at Clay sternly. A minute had passed and Clay, aware of his best friend’s stubbornness, gave in begrudgingly, “Fine, but only for an hour.” Sapnap grinned triumphantly, exiting the room with a smirk. He slammed the door behind him, heading back to his room while yelling, “And shave, for fuck sake.” Clay shook his head, cracking a small smile at his friend’s words.

The party was overwhelming to say the least. Bodies swarmed the crowded living room, reeking of alcohol and sweat. Music blared from a speaker, a shrill, nearly deafening melody that was sure to give Clay a headache by the end of the night. The room was buzzing with conversation, every word drowning out in the loud atmosphere. Almost immediately, Clay was passed a beer, and he lifted the bottle to his lips to take a swig. If Sapnap was going to make him stay here, he may as well take some edge off while doing so. A few minutes had passed and he finished the bottle, discarding it in a bin nearby. “I’m gonna go get another drink.” Clay muttered to Sapnap, who was talking loudly to a group of people he’d recognized. His best friend patted his back in response, chuckling as he gave him a playful shove towards the kitchen. Stumbling through the drunken crowd, Clay soon broke free as he neared his destination. He grabbed a beer, opening it skillfully off of the edge of a table, and turned around wordlessly. Taking a big sip, he hoped to free his mind from thoughts of you. Though he wasn’t one to drink, especially when upset, Clay knew that, aside from you, alcohol was the only other solution to temporarily mask his pain. He’d already drank half before he warned himself to slow down, knowing that if he got too drunk, he’d probably do something he regretted. Turning around so he could rejoin Sapnap, Clay nearly dropped his drink on the floor, feeling his heart drop. 

His eyes met yours. And then, he heard the music. 

I wanna be your vacuum cleaner

Breathin’ in your dust.

Clay felt his breath hitch in his throat, noticing the surprise in your eyes as you stared at him, astonished. As he stood there, staring at you shamelessly, he regretted it—everything. He regretted how he neglected you, ignored you, prioritized all of the wrong things when the only right thing in his life was right in front of him: you. Memories flashed before his eyes, quick and familiar, yet saddening all the same. The way you smiled at him from across the room when he was filming, the way you held him when he was stressed, the way you spoke to him, softly, while he was streaming to check up on him. Everything.

I wanna be your Ford Cortina

I will never rust

You looked away, suddenly nervous, though the eye contact was all-too-familiar. You felt your heart begin to race as you processed every detail of Clay’s face—from his anxious expression to the dark circles beneath his eyes. He looked like a mess. But so did you. You mirrored most of his tired, dejected qualities because you, too, were hurting. 

If you like your coffee hot

Let me be your coffee pot

Snapping you out of your daze, you felt a tug on your arm. “Hey, you alright?” Your friend asked worriedly. Nodding briskly, you muttered a quiet ‘yeah’ and smiled in a poor attempt to sound convincing. Seconds passed, and you could still feel the intensity of Clay’s burning gaze as your friend tugged you through the crowd, handing you a drink in the process. You dared to look up, instantly locking eyes with Clay, and swallowed thickly. You knew you couldn’t avoid him forever, not when he was looking at you like that—desperate, longing. 

You call the shots, babe

I just wanna be yours

Lifting up the red solo cup to your lips, you downed its contents quickly, eliciting a few laughs and impressed hollers from your friends. You were never the type to drink, but you felt that it was necessary, especially when you knew Clay was still staring at you intently. Downing another shot, you risked glancing up towards Clay, but he was gone. Suddenly anxious as a result of his absence, you surveyed the room. Nothing. “I’m gonna go get a drink.” You said before you could stop yourself, not giving your friends the chance to answer you before you ventured into the kitchen. You tried to dodge the swaying, drunken bodies as you made your way quickly into the room, frowning upon entry. Clay wasn’t there either. You sighed, frustrated, and grabbed a beer, struggling to open it. You nearly laughed at your incompetence, feeling sadly nostalgic despite the humor you found in your struggles—Clay had always opened your beers, then teased you for being incapable. You fought back an onslaught of tears at the memory and sighed deeply, leaning against the table with your head in your hands. 

Secrets I have held in my heart.

“Hey.” Your body jolted at the sound of his voice. Daring to turn around, you felt your chest constrict at the sight of him clutching your now-opened beer, a sad smile plastered on his tired features. 

Are harder to hide than I thought. 

“Hey.” You breathed. Clay passed the beer to your shaking hand, trying to ignore the way his fingers brushed against yours. Chewing on the inside of his cheek nervously as he tried to find the right words to say, Clay admitted, “I’m sorry.” A few quiet moments passed, though they felt like an eternity, and you replied simply,  “Don’t be.” You tried to hide the tremor that shook your arm as you took another swig of your beer, noticing how Clay’s face fell in sudden disappointment. What? Did you say the wrong thing? You didn’t want Clay to feel guilty, to blame himself for your failed relationship though it was mostly his fault. Why? Because you cared about him. You could immediately sense the despair that washed over him. And, though you weren’t sure if it was the alcohol coursing through your veins or the pure adrenaline from the moment, you hugged him. 

Maybe I just wanna be yours

I wanna be yours

I wanna be yours

Clay tensed at your touch, wondering if the beer had gotten to him or if this really was happening. It was. He soon wrapped his arms around your waist, grip purposeful as he tugged you into him. Your head rested against his chest, the steady thumping of his heartbeat in your ear far more of a melodic sound compared to any music you’d ever listened to.

Wanna be yours

Clay swayed the two of you softly, resting his chin atop your head. You clung to him tightly, shutting your eyes as he held you, gentle. “I missed you so much.” You admitted before your mind could even process it. Clay chuckled, lowering his head so his lips were close to your ear, “I missed you more, baby.” You tried to fight the grin that plastered itself on your face as you took in his words, squeezing his torso with such force you were sure he’d explode. Clay went to speak again, caressing your sides so gently you could barely feel it, before being interrupted. 

“Holy shit, there you are, dumbass!” 

Sapnap. 

Clay pulled away from you to glare at his best friend, trying to ignore the shit eating grin on Sapnap’s face as he glanced at you. “My bad, I didn’t mean to interrupt...whatever the hell I just interrupted. I just wanted to make sure you were alright, but you clearly are.” Before either of you could respond, he left, shooting his friend a thumbs up before disappearing into the crowd. You couldn’t help but laugh at the interaction, noticing the slight rosiness Clay’s cheeks had suddenly sported, embarrassed. “Sorry about that, he…” Clay struggled to find the perfect word to describe his best friend, but trailed off. “Yeah.” You agreed, seemingly understanding what he meant despite his silence. Clay laughed, then. The sound was music to your ears, and when his smile faded, the two of you were serious again. Clay’s hand found refuge in yours as he began to speak, his face solemn as he confessed, “I lied. I can change. I will right now if you want me to—I’d do anything for you.” 

Wanna be yours

You smiled lovingly at the man, interlocking the fingers of his hand that wasn’t already occupied in yours, and pulled him closer to you, wanting him near. 

Wanna be yours

“Deal.”

[chasingpj]

𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐨 𝐝𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐫

pairing: leo valdez x child of iris!reader

requested?: yes!

translation: full of color

warnings: uhh, mentions of mental health and ?? maybe some typos lmao

category: headcanons, fluff, best friends to lovers

pre-relationship

though, leo saw you around camp often, you caught interest in him before he caught interest in you

i mean, he literally couldn't miss you because your outfits were always bright, whether it was a combination of colors or monochromatic

you and your siblings actually look like a rainbow threw up on you guys, and it's honestly iconic

no one at camp can not notice the children of iris, especially when they're in a herd

one day, you were sitting alone at a picnic table near the lake, and you found yourself drawing him in your sketchbook

you sketched a portrait of him while he spoke to piper at a table nearby

you've always found the floppy curls and how his brightest smiles always look a little manic to be adorable

when you sketched his portrait in your notebook, you didn’t intend for him ever to see it

until a couple of weeks later in the arts and crafts center, leo passed by and caught sight of a new project you were working on

he stopped in his tracks to compliment your drawing

since you were nowhere near done with it, you couldn’t admire the piece as much as he was

but his enthusiasm was so endearing

he politely asked if he could see more, and you didn’t hesitate to slide over your sketchbook

he noticed a lot of your drawings were scenery and people at camp; especially your siblings

he stumbled across a detailed sketch of a woman and her child sitting in a bus

“wow… who’s this?”

“oh, I don’t know. It was just a little girl I saw on the train with her mother.”

“so you just drew her?”

you never realized how weird your habit of drawing random people was until he had asked

you giggled nervously, quick to explain yourself, “I tend to draw people or things that I find beautiful. I wanted to capture how calm and happy she was with her child ‘cause at the time, I was stressed and angry. Watching and drawing her made me calm.”

leo nodded, a faint smile on his lips before looking back down at the drawing. “that’s really cool,” he complimented, and you shifted in your seat, suddenly shy.

And then it hit you

you were so willing to show leo all your works that you had completely forgotten that his portrait was in that book

your pulse thumped loud in your ears, mind racing to figure out a way to take away your sketchbook before he could see it

you ended up spending so long thinking of what to do that he arrived on the page in no time

right before he could see the drawing in its entirety, you slammed the book closed and snatched it

leo’s startled expression turned into a mischievous smirk

“was that me?”

you froze in your place; a squeaky sound escaped your throat in your embarrassment

leo’s brown eyes sparkled as he leaned into you, your gaze fixed on his, “y/n, you think I’m beautiful?”

AHHHH!

^^ that was you in your head btw

leo laughed, amused at your attempt to deny it

“then why did you snatch it away?” he raises an eyebrow before reaching over quickly to grab the sketchbook back

you didn't pull it out of his reach fast enough, leo getting a grip on one side

the two of you pull it back and forth, leo laughing at you as you continued to deny what he saw

though you were incredibly embarrassed, you couldn't contain the laughter bubbling in your chest

gods, of course, this would happen to me, you thought

he got it out of your grip, and you sighed in defeat, watching him flip to the page of him and piper

he was quiet, studying the picture for a second before giving you that playful smirk

“you think I’m beautiful?” he asked again

you playfully rolled your eyes, “it was more piper than you.”

your tone was sarcastic, only fueling leo’s banter with you

“oh really?” he chuckled to himself, “but i’m the only one colored in.”

you were silent at his observation before scoffing, “whatever.”

leo only laughed as you take the book away from him

“don’t you have somewhere to be, fire boy?” you asked and nudged his shoulder

the glint in your eyes made him smile, and he shrugged, “i guess i do. i'll see you around."

you nodded, too shy to do anything else, and he walked off

after that, leo took it upon himself to talk to you every day

leo teased you about the drawing all the time, and he found the way you would play along to be funny

before you both fell in love, you were close friends

you had such an optimistic point of view about life, and it was pretty contagious

somehow when leo was in the dumps about something, you always knew what to say

you were just so easy to talk to, and because of this, your friendship just grew naturally

your first kiss was towards the end of summer

leo invited you to hang out with him in bunker nine at, specifically, 6 pm

you teasingly asked if it was a date, and you remember the way he tensed up a bit

with a mumble, he asked, "what if it is?"

from the tone in his voice, you knew he wasn’t joking

in fact, his tone was hesitant, a part of him was expecting you to reject him

then the heavy pit in his stomach turned light when you smiled and said, "then I'm down."

the grin leo gave you made your heart flutter like crazy

your first date consisted of eating snacks and watching a movie on one of those portable DVD players

You picked up on the tension between you and him, and noticed the opportunities for a kiss kept passing

it was until Leo walked you to your cabin that night did you have a moment of boldness and asked, "so are you going to kiss me or?"

leo's eyes widen in surprise before his face broke out in the familiar smirk he gives when he flirts with you

you rolled your eyes playfully and grabbed the front of his shirt, pulling him into you

your first kiss was sweet and soft; a little awkward

his hands hovered over your sides for a second, not sure what to do with them until he decided to rest them on your waist

it was the perfect way to mark the beginning of your relationship

relationship

since you guys are both broke teenagers, you got creative with date nights

you came up with the idea of paint splattering with him

you guys got canvases, covered the walls and floors with plastic to make sure you didn't dirty them

then you filled water balloons with paint and just threw them

despite you guys singing and dancing around in the midst of it, the canvases came out so good

and to commemorate the beginning of your relationship, you hung them up side by side in bunker nine, and when you guys get a place together, you hang them up in the hallway of your apartment

leo is a huge gift giver; as i’ve said before in my “how he shows he loves you” headcanons

he’s made you a lot of things; canvases, jewelry, little trinkets with scrap metal

one of your favorite gifts from him is a suncatcher with rainbow quartz

you fell in love with it and when you move in together, you make sure to hang it up in the kitchen with the bunch of other suncatchers that he’s made you

i love the idea that you would attempt to bring more color in his wardrobe

a lot of his clothes are muted in color; you don’t mind it but you were interested to see what he’d look like in a colorful outfit like yours

To say the least, he was not that enthusiastic and maybe, you shouldn’t have put him in a monochromatic orange outfit but… you still thought he looked cute

leo thought he looked like a traffic cone though so it didn’t stick

it’s okay because you like him the way he is anyways

another thing is that you guys are super supportive of each other and leo loves just how you manage to lift his mood

once leo was having a bad mental health week

you guys were sitting under a tree, looking out at the water

his head laid on your shoulder and small sniffles came from the other

it hurt to see him like this and you wished you could do more to make him feel better

then you had the greatest idea to make a rainbow for him

so you did

leo was so stunned when he saw the rainbow form over the lake

he looked at you surprised and when you admitted to making the rainbow for him, the emotion on his face was indescribable

and then you laughed and held him when he started crying because he said it was the nicest thing anyone has ever done for him

another time, you insisted that meditation would be good for him

he literally sat down for like 3 minutes with his eyes closed before he was itching to get up and do something

even when he was sitting down, he was still bouncing his legs and fidgeting

so that fell through too but you still helped him in other ways and he’s so grateful for your optimism and bubbly personality

leo always says that you bring color to everything; literally and figuratively

one of the things you bring color to is his life

and he’s constantly reminding you of this; that his world just feels brighter now that you’re around

and it’s literal too

since you painted the walls of bunker nine a bright orange

he asked you why orange, and you told him because orange encourages productivity, creativity, and most importantly, optimism

it may have also reminded you of the orange outfit you put him into

anyways, you told him that it hurt you to see him get down in the dumps, and you insisted there was no way he could be sad in a bright orange room

needless to say, you were kinda right

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[babbling-idiot]

Herbert West x reader

Requested: “Idk if you're taking requests (if not ignore this!) Could you do a fic with Herbert West, and the reader is just really craving some attention and like ends up riding his thigh? If you're willing of course” -By Anon

Warning: Thigh Riding as requested :)

(Hello! So, I hope you like this and this is technically my first smut on this blog, so if it’s badly written please forgive me. Enjoy!)

*****

Now don't get me wrong. I love Herbert. I love him a lot and I'd do anything for him. Make him food, which he won't eat, something to drink, which he won't drink, help dig up bodies, save his ass as ones about to kill him, anything! But the truth is. I miss him. I miss us laying down to together at night, after he'd been in the lab all night finally deciding to go to bed. I miss being able to go down to the basement and see him, and him actually acknowledge me. But as of lately, I've had no such luck. He doesn't come up to bed anymore. Its been almost a full month since I last spent real time with him. And its starting to take its toll. There's nothing I want more then to go down those stairs and just kiss him. Even hug his neck for a moment would be suffice. I just need to spent time with him. Yet, I knew once I'd get close enough for him to notice my presence he'd wave me off saying "I'm busy." But not tonight. I had to see him even if it meant literally blocking his view of his work. That sounded like a horrible idea right? Block the view of his work and stop him from finishing it, signing my death certificate now. I just hope he'd actually realize that I really need to see him. I just hope he hugs me. Wraps his arms around me and acknowledges me. I hope. You made your way down from my room upstairs down to the living room. You could see the basement door from here and could hear the sound of glass bottles clinking together. You walked to the door, opening it slowly as to not make a sound. Descending down the stairs case felt like treading on uncharted territory. It felt almost wrong. But you had a plan and a plan must be fulfilled. So when you reached the bottom you saw Herbert sitting at his desk like always. Head hanging low and you could see him writing something down. You could tell he was very much occupied with what he was doing, but not for long. You walked over and gently laid your hand on his back. As to tell him you were there. He didn't even look at you "I'm working." You nodded back like he could see you. "I know, can't I just come down to check on you?" "Yes, I suppose. You've checked, I'm fine, now please let me be." Of course if you weren't as wanting as you were right now, you'd do just that. But not tonight. You only got closer and continued to play with the the hair at the bottom of his hair. He huffed out in annoyance. "What do you want y/n?" You just smiled and grabbed the back of his chair, slowly pulling him away from the small desk. He was confused at what you were doing. He was about to protest until he saw you circle in front of him. He just looked at you and gave you a questioning look. You just continued to smile and finally situate yourself to sit on top on his lap. You wrapped your arms behind his head and just as he was about to open his mouth to speak you just leaned in and placed a kiss on his lips. He kissed back and wrapped one arm behind your back to help keep you stable. "Y/n you know I have to work?" You just nodded and leaned your head on his chest. "Can I get back to work?" You smiled a bit wider and shook your head no. He sighed out in annoyance but non the less he wrapped both arms around you and held you closer. But, in his attempt at pulling you closer he most likely on accident made you rub against his thigh. You sucked in a breath and closed your eyes. You adjusted yourself on his thigh and this time you purposefully rubbed your clothed core against him. This time though when you thought you were holding in a whimper you accidentally let out a whine with it. To which he heard loud and clear. He didn't notice immediately but when he felt you slightly grinding, he let a smirk break across his face. "Y/n? You know I think it's rude that you didn't ask me for permission before you could do that." "I-I'm sorry. I just need you so bad right now. Please Herbert. I need you." You say as you grab ahold of his shoulders as you continue to gyrate your hips. He lets out a sigh and pretends to think about it. Not long after he looks back at you. “Are you really this needy, baby?” You nod your head, He smiles at you and nods his head “Alright baby. Pleasure yourself then.” You nod your head and begin to grind on him. This time you feel his hands make there way to your ass. He begins to help you rock your hips against him harder. “Ah, H-Herbert...” You grunt out and bite you lip almost drawing blood. Your brows are pinched and you can feel the familiar tightening feeling in your abdomen. Herbert releases you and brings his hands up to your chest. He begins to knead at your breasts. Feeling how hard your nipples are under your nightgown. He pulls the gown up and runs his cold hands up your stomach and finally he reveals your breasts. They harden even more as the cold basement air hits them. He leans forward and take one into his mouth and nips at the sensitive bud, which brings a moan out of your chest. He lets go and brings his hands back down to your ass. He helps you pick up speed and he makes sure to grind you harder against his thigh. He feels you clench your thighs around him, signaling that you were getting closer to your orgasm. He looks up at you, making eye contact  “Come on y/n. Cum for me, cum all over my thigh, make a mess of yourself.” You nod and moan out as you feel your orgasm crash over you like a wave. Herbert opens his mouth in an “o” shape as he feel your fluids coat his thigh. “Good girl, yes ride it out y/n.” You squeeze your eyes shut and your thighs begin to shake through your orgasm. You jerk a bit before you lay your head against Herbert's shoulder, trying desperately to catch your breath. You feel Herbert's hand come up to the top of your head, soothing your hair down as he softly coos “You did so well y/n. Do you feel better baby?” You nod your head and go to say something but you get interrupted by a yawn. “And tired I see, well lets go to the bedroom and tuck you in, yeah?” You nod back and feel Herbert stand with you in his arm. It never ceased to surprise you how he could pick you up, He didn't look to be the strong type. But I guess that’s why you don't judge a book by the cover. Not long later you feel him slowly lay you down onto the soft sheets of your bed. He pulls the covers over your shoulder and kisses you on the cheek. When he stands to make his way out of the room you grab his arm. You look at him silently pleading that he stays in the room or at least till you fall asleep. He rolls his eyes and reluctantly agrees and walks around the bed. He comes up behind you and wraps his arm around you, officially becoming the bid spoon. Not long into holding you, you can hear him slightly snoring in his sleep. You smiles at this and close your eyes. Not much long after, you as well fall asleep. Your hand and his entangled. 

*****

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[vukovich]

peculiar prompt: soulmate au where your dick is the same exact length as your soulmate’s (i guess everyone has a dick in this universe idk 😂) anyways drarry discovering they are soulmates in whatever convoluted way you would like!

Nine and Three Quarters

Summer weddings were an unlikely tradition for a family that ran high to freckles and sunburns, but Harry didn't mind. Usually.

This wedding, though, he'd have just as soon not attended. It wasn't that he harbored any romantic intentions toward Charlie, but seeing him so bloody happy made Harry keenly aware of his own solitude.

Charlie and Constantin fed each other forkfuls of cake and grinned. They were perfectly-matched. Identical white short sleeve dress shirts and gold waistcoats, sparkling blue eyes and mirrored grins as they threatened each other with blobs of icing, much to Molly's horror.

Their matching gold rings felt like an extension of the tattoos on the underside of their left forearms. Charlie's was a dragon, of course. Constantin's was a crouched hippogriff. They were exactly the same size, but different designs and colors.

Forearm tattoos abounded among gay wizards, but it had taken seeing Charlie and Constantin together for him to notice the pattern. A plate of cake floated to his table and set itself down in front of him. He picked it apart with his fork, separating the layers of frosting out from the the cake, then mashed the fluffy cake down into a pellet.

A breathless Charlie flopped into an empty chair next to him and surveyed the wreckage on his plate.

"Got a grudge against that cake?"

"Huh? Oh. No. Sorry."

Charlie slid Harry's cake away, probably for its own good. Constantin and Fleur fox-trotted past, and one of them reached out to ruffle Charlie's hair.

"No date?"

"Nah." Harry licked his fork clean, rolled the bits of cake around in his mouth, and wished he'd have eaten the slice.

"Still doing the playboy thing, eh?"

Harry shrugged. "I guess."

Charlie huffed a laugh. "You guess? What else would you be doing at clubs?"

Harry shrugged again.

"Well, if you get tired of it and want the name of a really good soulmate tattoo artist, let me know." Charlie wiped up a dab of frosting off Harry's plate and popped his finger in his mouth. "Until then, enjoy hunting in the dark."

Charlie rose to leave, but Harry reached out and grabbed him by the buckle on the back of his waistcoat.

"Soulmate tattoos?"

--

--

"But I thought the tattoo went on my arm."

Harry kept his hands in his jeans pockets, just in case the man decided to help him disrobe.

"It does..."

Bushy grey eyebrows rose in speculation, and the man's brown eyes squinted at Harry, unsure of whether Harry was playing a prank, playing dumb, or playing at nothing.

"So why would I take my trousers off?"

"Riiiggght," he said slowly, gently spinning back and forth on his stool. "Why don't you tell me what you do know about soulmate tattoos."

Harry hooked his thumbs in his pockets and looked around the tattoo parlour for clues, but there was nothing but drawings on the walls. Pictures of forearms, too, all with differing sizes of beasts and creatures on them.

"Uhm," Harry started, "they go on forearms." The man nodded and motioned for him to continue. "And... they're... magic?"

The man shook his head and sighed. "The death of gay wizard culture, I swear. I blame that app."

"Wait, there's an app for-"

"Soulmate tattoos are the size of the wearer's dick."

Every tattoo Harry had ever seen ran through his head at once, and he stood slack-jawed for what felt like hours.

The man continued. "And so part of getting one is getting your dick measured. Professionally."

"I... Uh..."

"Men lie on the app. That's why all these boys are running around thinking they don't have soulmates, but older men know better. Back in the day, we'd just walk up to a bloke, line our arms up, and pair off."

Harry looked at the ceiling and tried to imagine a scenario in which that didn't sound both terrifying and oddly comforting.

"Why would you line them up?"

The man stared at him for a long. fucking. time.

"Soulmate dicks match, kid." He grumbled something about the Internet. "Now do you want the tattoo or not?"

"I... Uhm... Maybe later?"

"Suit yourself."

--

There had to be a better way to do this.

Harry balanced on tip-toe, focused on his dick with one eye, and dipped his quill. His tongue peeked out a corner of his lips as he concentrated on tracing around his shaft.

Was the quill angled accurately? Was the nib too far from his skin to be accurate? Was width even relevant?

He let out a held breath and dropped down to his heels. The paper on his desk was an embarrassment.

"Looks like a fucking caterpillar," he grumbled to himself.

Maybe they made enchanted quills for this.

--

The nook of art supplies at Flourish and Blotts was overwhelming, but it smelled good. Needle-sharp enchanted nibs sounded like a terrible idea. Image-grabbing paper sounded equally dangerous. What if he got his dick stabbed or absorbed into a piece of paper?

Someone cleared their throat behind him.

"Can I help you?"

Draco Malfoy met his eyes with a hesitant smile. He looked strangely at home surrounded by paper and ink. He wore a rumpled black t-shirt that advertised in bold white letters "Truth Quills: The Reign of Error Ends Here".

"Uhm... maybe?"

"What kind of project are you working on?"

"I'm... just... tracing something?"

Draco nodded and reached up to grab a pack of nibs just above Harry's head. The Dark Mark on his forearm caught Harry's eye. It wasn't a Dark Mark anymore. The skull wore a crown of red roses, and the snake had been filled in with vibrant yellow and blue markings. Harry decided it looked a bit like a Grateful Dead album cover. But prettier.

"These are good for most projects if you're just starting out."

Draco handed him a plastic box with more thingamajigs than he had any idea what to do with.

"Uhm, okay. Thanks."

"No problem." Draco's eyes wandered down to Harry's forearm and his smile faltered. "Anything else?"

"No, I think I'm good."

--

He wasn't good. He was nowhere near good, and he had black ink all over his dick. Also on his hands, and the table, and the floor, but those were less important.

"Looks like a goddamn Holstein dong."

--

"Alright," Draco said, and his smile was bordering on a smirk. "But what's the reference? What are you trying to trace?"

A dozen dick-shaped things came to mind, and Harry blurted, "A banana."

Draco did not laugh. Not with his mouth. Just with his eyes. His t-shirt today said "Blink Ink: Drier than your ex" in jagged black script.

"Mm hm," Draco squeaked through his nose. "Is accuracy important?"

Harry let out a relieved sigh. "Yes."

Draco cleared his throat and schooled his face. "Here."

He handed Harry a Truth Quill. "That ought to give you an accurate outline of your... banana."

--

"Hot damn!"

Harry held the outline of his cock up to the light. Damned if it wasn't perfect. He laid it face-down on his forearm and frowned. How was he supposed to get it onto his skin?

--

Draco faked a cough and covered his mouth and nose with his hand. "Pardon?"

"I need to transfer it."

"But a backlight won't work because..."

"Uhm... it can't... light can't go through the... other... thing."

Draco's t-shirt today had a frilly, looping font that said, "Nearotica: Almost There."

"Dare I ask what material you're transferring this banana onto?"

Harry focused on Draco's forearm, and the curve of the roses, and the sinewy body of the snake.

"Uhm... leather?"

Draco shot him a challenging look Harry didn't understand. "I suppose you'd want a cautery tool for that."

"Uhm... okay."

--

He wasn't okay. He had two burned dots on his forearm, and a hole in his paper at the base and tip of the outline.

Over a hundred galleons spent, and all he had to show for it were what looked like two mosquito bites that were exactly one penis-length apart.

The hell with all of it.

--

Harry dropped bags of barely-used art supplies on the store counter, and Draco's chin snapped up. He cocked his head and looked at the bags while Harry read his t-shirt: "Thrill Your Darlings: Tropes and Nopes."

"Didn't work out?" Draco asked.

Harry bent down, rested his elbows on the counter, and shook his head. "Can I return it?"

Draco shrugged. "Store credit, since it's all been opened."

Harry buried his face in his hands. "I'll take it in coloring books."

"I'll throw in some markers."

Draco shot him a pitying smile and stood to collect the bags. His eyes caught on the two burn marks on Harry's forearm. He set his elbow next to Harry's and pressed their wrists together.

"Huh," Draco exhaled. He rolled his tattoo against Harry's forearm. The peak of the rose crown touched the mark nearest Harry's wrist, and the snake's tail met the other.

Harry stared at their arms, wide-eyed and panicked in the best way.

"Is it-" Harry started. "Do they, uhm..."

"I... do believe so. If your banana outline was accurate."

Harry gulped. "It was."

"Huh," Draco repeated. "Well, in that case, there's a giant mandala coloring poster I've had my eye on, but it's a bit much for one person."

Harry let a grin spread across his face. "Consider it sold."

[applesontheground]

sleepwalking 🔪

noooooorman my beloved ❤ i’ve been waiting for the right bout of inspiration to hit me to write him, but it hadn’t really struck until winter approached. idk, guess he’s just a late autumn/early winter kind of character in my head haha!

SFW | Word Count: 2,033 | Norman Bates x GN Reader

🎼: x, x

Sleeping didn’t come easily to you at times. The fact that you weren’t in your own bed hadn’t helped, either. You were not a fan of the occasional business trips put on by work. When they gave you as short notice as they had this time, that meant a stop at a motel that was inconveniently far from where you needed to be with the rest of your coworkers. You’d still meet them on time, or so you planned. That just meant getting up early, which meant less sleep than you were already going to be getting…

It isn’t worth getting upset over, you finally mused as you stared out along the perfect surface of the pond. Excluding your management, it wasn’t anyone’s fault, and especially not the innkeeper’s. He was probably the most positive party in this whole mess, someone who had been kind enough to greet you at the door.

The way he spoke was bit strange, but welcoming all the same. Lucky for you, there were more than enough vacancies when you arrived only a few hours ago. Not surprising, but also something you could comfortably live with. At least there wouldn’t be any disturbances.

That didn’t necessarily matter if you still weren’t able to get some rest.

You felt that most of your current predicament didn’t matter either when you were standing at the edge of such a pristine body of water, feeling the tranquility that had been absent thus far as clear as the haunting visage below your feet. The air was still, as if it were scared to touch you. It seemed to all fall beyond the passage of time in the transition between egregiously late at night and painfully early in the morning, and you were suspended in that window.

Worries couldn’t touch you for the moment, or so you felt before hearing a crash back up the road where the Bates Motel rested. Your eyes sat wide as they stared for a long moment, making out a clear vision of the windows’ lights but the rest of the building falling into the murky surroundings. A wary will embedded deep inside of you was what kept your feet planted by the rocky shore, an uncertainty coming before the fear started to fester. You held onto that limbo for another breath, let yourself slowly turn around, then pivot to send the same stare over at the house that rested a hop and a skip away over your other shoulder.

“If there’s anything I can get for you, I’ll just be up the road.” The innkeeper’s fidgeting voice sat in the back of your skull as you recalled it, “D-don’t be afraid to come after me. I’ve told my mother you were here, I’m sure she’ll be courteous.”

A sharp holler from the motel’s direction got you to turn once more, this time your fingers curling in an anxious anticipation by your sides, and your full body swiveling on its heels. Who else could be there, besides him or his...mother? You watched for another long moment, turning away from the pond and once again sticking your hands in your slacks’ pockets. All you could do was continue to spectate with a tight jaw. Any remnants of peace was falling to the depths, underneath your reflection in the water.

A figure passed through one of the windows, the window of your room. You stood a little straighter, watching it carefully walk and go from one edge to another, slipping out of sight again. That same will made you step a few paces to the right. It put you in a position where you still remained by the shore, but now absconded out of the light from the building that had casted down the trail -- as well as covered you in the long, spindly grass that grew near the water. Luckily, the moon was in a new phase. No extra light to tickle your silhouette, something that could cause you to stand out.

You didn’t crouch just yet, watching with a shiver; a warning rush of adrenaline ran down your chest, going past your sternum with the exhale. The stillness was now a threat surrounding you from all sides. The silhouette passed the other way again, and you could now see the long hair tied back against the head, and the neatly folded ruffles of a dress sticking from her shoulders.

His mother, it had to be. You looked at the house again, seeing the lights still on. Nothing else moved: not the trees in a late night rustle, not the crickets that stuck to the backdrop, and certainly not the innkeeper’s voice from the house. And then, just with a blink and another deep shudder, he did -- only he wasn’t calling for her.

“[Y/N]?”

You recognized the sound, but not the name on his lips. He knew your name? Since when? The familiarity was enough to make you step out from the grass, and you realized you could now recall his name in the foggy recesses, coming forth with the sweat that had drummed up on your palms.

“Norman? Is that you?”

The figure, a faint resemblance to his mother from what you had seen, was following your voice. He turned the corner of the wrap-around porch surrounding the motel, moving with a severity you hadn’t seen yet. You hesitated again, squinting a little in a wondering deduction as he hovered at the top of the path, his tall figure black against the yellow glow of the lights in the window and his head turning every which way.

He finally spotted you and gasped, “Wh-what are you doing all the way down there? It’s far too late, you’re going to catch a cold with being out here.” He started down the path in an almost silly looking stumble, but you met him halfway with an urgent trudge upwards. “Couldn’t sleep,” You met eyes with him and sighed, “The water looked nice, so I thought I’d try taking a little midnight stroll. See what there was to see.” You flashed an oblivious, toothy smile, “It’s a beautiful area.”

An uncertain prickle of the hair sitting under your shirt collar came up when you felt a lingering heat over your back while passing by, him almost touching your shoulder as you stepped up from the incline of the hill, but then it fell away just as briskly. “There’s nothing to see down there, besides the water. Sometimes, even ducks will visit.” He took a pause, then stammered, “But I assure you. Nothing like that right now.”

“Well, something must be going on.” You gave him a fond glance, smiling to show a casual intention, “What are you doing down here?” Despite there being a knowledge that his mother had been in your room, possibly hovering just out of sight, you figured you hadn’t had much of anything valuable in there besides some work clothes and your paperwork needed for the business trip. Everything else was still in your slacks’ pockets, you having been too pent up to even shed those. Norman still seemed unnerved while not answering you, barely stifling a smile in return, and giving one more ghastly look over his shoulder at the pond.

It was hard to remain callous with him looming over you as you walked in front of him, almost like he was herding you back towards your quarters. His hands were unable to keep still and meddling with each other in a fidgeting itch as he hummed again, “I wouldn’t recommend being down there at night, [Y/N]. Animals-” You blinked, and he clarified, “The nocturnal ones, the beasts like coyotes and even mountain lions...they sometimes pass through, is all.” The gentle affliction to his speech made your chest tighten a little, the stutter was half exhausted and half out of some frantic worry.

You couldn’t believe that it was all just from seeing you outside at this hour. You gave him another wondering glance, but didn’t get much else except for a purse of his lips, his eyes only returning to trace your details when you looked forward again. He had done the same thing earlier that evening, as well. It hadn’t been hard to miss, and you knew if you looked back too quickly you could probably catch him. Still, it made you feel a flustering heat drum up against the skin of your neck to know his eyes were trying to find something on you.

You wish you knew what it was he was looking for. The thought was cut short as you brushed by the open door of the lobby, and your eyes lingered on the desk, then to the open door to the back room.

Did he know his mother came down like that? You couldn’t find the heart to judge him for it, recalling how he spoke of her earlier on. Knowledgeable of a waning health probably meant he had to come after her like this should she wander, but not assertive enough to stop her from doing things. Once again, no one’s fault necessarily. You stopped staring in before it became noticeable that you were soaking in how empty everything was, and looked to the closed door of your room, feeling the knot in your shoulder that you would have to rub out before you went to bed. Every moment suspended in that same silence was now a loaded spring, too tight for your liking and nothing that was like the bliss you were finding in it just minutes ago. Every breath felt like it was a predecessor to something exploding right in your face.

“Is there anything I could tell you to put you at ease?” Norman spoke with an almost critical tone, but you laughed it off and retorted, “No, not if it’s that much of a problem. I’ll manage now, just needed a walk.” When he only gave you a worrisome look up and down, hand flying to find a button on his shirt in a desperation to stay busy, you then assured him in a level stare and genuine affliction, “I’ll stay in, I promise.”

The dark gloom in his eyes lit up, and the loose laugh was abrupt but it made you relax as well. He then stopped himself with a deep breath in, and sighed, “I’m not trying to police you, [Y/N]. I just wanted to make sure you were okay. People don’t just...go walking so late at night like we’re doing right now.”

You leaned against the doorway, grinning almost painfully to hide the venom creeping back up your throat, your skin prickling under your sleeves to stand toe to toe with a hypocrite. “Well, I’m okay.” The sleepiness once again hiding your better judgement, “Better now that I had the escort back. You didn’t have to do that.”

He almost flinched at your comment, flickering eyes glinting in a fondness you hadn’t seen behind the yet. “Hm. W-well, I don’t usually call myself that. Just someone that wants people who stay here to feel safe.” He shrugged at you, but you could tell from the way he smiled after that he was returning to something closer to what you had seen earlier on.

It was just because you were playing along, you figured. You’d be gone this time in a few days, so you might as well just go with what he seemed to want while you were here. Much like a lot of conflict trying to stir deep in you, your apathy was stopping you from ruining the perfect surface, much like the water just behind your shoulders now. No reason to unless there was an actual threat to anything besides your sanity. As far as you were concerned, it was still intact.

You hummed with a groggy affliction that smothered your worries for good, but it was still evident in how you looked sharply into the open doorway of your room, searching for something to be amiss or for a sick parent to jump out at you. She never did, and the lie came out instead when you turned back to look at him.

“Couldn’t feel safer.”