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[orpheusluvr]

Stress Reliever (Orpheus x Female Reader)

NSFW WARNING

Being a novelist isn’t easy, and the stress has been consuming Orpheus lately as he is struggling to find something to write about. But luckily, he has his perfect wife to help him cope.

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“Hm…no…that’s too much of a cliche…ah, dammit!” Orpheus dropped the quill, the ink splattering over the page.

He lifted his head and looked up, closing his eyes. Allowing himself to calm down. Focus on his thoughts.

Why couldn’t he write anything good anymore? What was he lacking? Could it be the fact that he was overworking himself?

You walked over to Orpheus and stood behind him, lowering yourself to kiss his forehead.

“Everything alright?” You said, as you noticed the ink on the page.

Orpheus held your hands and kissed them.

“I think I’m going to take a break from writing. My mind hasn’t been able to come up with anything new lately.” He said.

“You really are working hard. You certainly need a break.” You said.

Orpheus gave a sigh.

“It’s quite hard to give up on something you’re so passionate about. But I have no choice.” He said.

You noticed a glint of defeat in his eyes, and you felt extremely bad. You wanted to distract him, and you came up with the perfect idea.

You walked to the other side and sat on his lap.

“Darling, what are you-”

Orpheus stopped after he watched you as you lifted your dress off, revealing the black lingerie you were wearing all this time.

His breathing hitched as he stared at your body from top to bottom, unable to resist himself from noticing every detail of your perfect figure. He adjusted his monocle.

“You look ravishing.” He said, with a smile.

You slowly grind against him, making him groan in response.

“Touch me, baby.” You whispered in his ear. Your soft voice gave him goosebumps, and your simple request alone awakened something in him.

Orpheus unhooked your bra and removed it, marvelling at the view of your voluptuous breasts in front of his face.

“I don’t know why, but for some reason I feel like they’ve gotten bigger. Not that I’d complain, though.” He said, smothering his hands all over your chest.

He paused.

“Or perhaps I never gave them this much attention and was too busy focusing on filling you up instead.” He said while his eyes stared deeply into yours. He moved his head forward, allowing his lips to meet your nipple and sucked on it, sending you waves of pleasure and filling up the room with echoes of your whimpering and moans.

“O-Orpheus…baby…” you grabbed onto his hair while you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter.

Orpheus released himself from your nipple.

“Darling.” He looked at you, his hands moving lower and stopping next to your hips.

He began stroking the folds to your clothed pussy, making your body tremble.

“Let’s skip this step, shall we?” He smirked, pulling your panties down. He removed his belt and pulled his pants down underneath you, freeing his hard cock. He grabbed onto your waist, slowly positioning you over it.

“Sit on it. Ride me like a good girl.” Orpheus said.

You slowly sank down, feeling his length fill up your walls. Orpheus bucked his hips upwards, completely filling you up. Your eyes began to tear up from the sudden sensation and you let out a loud moan.

You began moving up and down, your breasts bouncing with each movement.

“Ngh…that’s it…keep going…” Orpheus groaned, sliding his hands up and down your waist. You wrapped your arms around him, allowing yourself to move faster on him.

You were both a heated mess, your bodies glued together and not wanting to let go of each other’s embrace at all. You were running out of energy, also close to your orgasm. Orpheus was also close to releasing.

“Ngh…darling…I’m gonna…” Orpheus said, pushing you off him. But you quickly forced yourself back on, hugging him tightly. You both released your sweet fluids, and they dripped down the sides of your thighs.

“You can get off now.” Orpheus laughed.

You shook your head.

“I want to stay like this for a bit longer.” You said, while his cock was still inside you.

Orpheus smiled.

“Very well. Do as you please.” He said, wrapping his arms around you.

You both fell asleep in that exact position.

Orpheus eventually woke up after an hour or so, still feeling your walls tightly hugging his cock. The same way you were tightly hugging him himself.

He looked at you and smiled.

“Now I know exactly what I should write about.” He said.

And so, the popular Novelist decided to publish a new book shortly after.

It was dedicated entirely to his beloved wife.

In other words, he wrote a book about you.

[cairavende]

Worm Arc 20 thoughts:

I legit have restarted this post at least 10 times. I just. I can't even figure out what to say. What an arc. Holy fucking shit what an arc.

The last vestiges of Taylor's civilian life are swept away in one smooth motion.

I could have read another 5 chapters of Emma getting her shit handed to her though.

I've been waiting for something to come back and bite that girl since Arc 1. So I'm just riding high off of that.

Taylor getting all upset because it isn't real justice is silly though. Girl you've been fighting a broken system from day 1 and you have been doing that by breaking the rules. This is just the same thing.

Also god dammit Greg. Just had to go and run your mouth.

I mean sure Taylor could have possibly solved this issue without going to school herself.

And she could have just not gone to the office with Emma.

But blaming Greg is easier and more fun. God dammit Greg.

I had to lose my mind a bit at Taylor talking about how there was no gang graffiti on the school walls TEN SECONDS AFTER WALKING PAST GRAFFITI FOR THE UNDERSIDERS. Like, that's gang graffiti hon!

Dennis trying to help Taylor with Greg when he didn't know who either of them are is funny. Dennis seeing Taylor named as Skitter 15 minutes later is HYSTERICAL!!

The second Taylor was entered into the computer system it was pretty obvious that Dragon was going to show up, given what she said in her interlude in Arc 10.

And knowing she was going to show up it should have been obvious that HE was also going to show up.

Even if he wasn't palling around with my robot daughter it makes so much narrative sense for him to be there when she is outed. Full story arc, all that jazz.

And yet, I still wasn't quite expecting it. Cause I hate that man so much that I just had to make myself believe he wouldn't show up.

Mother fucking Colin

RoboCape himself

He has the nerve to show up and then he starts APOLOGIZING? And it appears to be sincere? Fucking dammit man you were so easy to hate for so long! Why you gotta mess with me like this?

STOP DOING THE RIGHT THING AND LET ME HATE YOU GOD DAMMIT!

siiiigh

And then of course we have to talk about Dragon.

Dragon who didn't want to do this but had to.

Except that Colin had a code push ready and she could have told him to do it at anytime. But she was willing to do what she thought was wrong instead of doing the update. Until she got inspired by Taylor's actions.

I love my robot daughter exactly as much as my bug daughter, but I am disappointed that she was almost willing to go through with everything. Happy she fought back though.

And if Colin's hacked together code did any permanent damage I'll destroy the man.

Taylor learning that Dinah - either by force or by choice - gave the PRT numbers to let them know to come after her at the school was heartbreaking to watch. She just wasn't ready for it at all, poor child.

AND TAYLOR'S SPEECH THOUGH!

HOLY SHIT!!!

Sort and simple and she fucking rallies the students to her. Against the heroes!

Gotta be one of the best moments in Worm for sure. Even if every Arc after this is a banger that's still gonna be a hard moment to top.

AAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!

And someone gives her a hoodie to help her hide and just aaaahhhh!

AND THEN AFTER THEY GOT AWAY AND ALL THE STUDENTS WERE LIKE "You saved my dad" "You stopped Leviathan at the shelter" "You fought off the SH9" AND SHE WAS JUST OVERWHELMED BY IT ALL?

HOLY FUCK JUST AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Also for real though Dragon is free. Like sure it's taking her some time to recover and she can't talk right now (which like I get it, we all have non-verbal episodes sometimes), but as long as nothing goes wrong she is free. I'm so fucking happy for her.

But also I'm terrified cause I know what happens to full AI's with free will in most things. Worm is very different from most things. But I'm still worried about my robot daughter.

Also I never cared much for Danny but obviously it still sucks to be him here. The scene with Taylor saying goodbye with the butterfly was emotional.

Oh oh and! Taylor talks about the butterfly being her "last contact" with her Dad. Very much bug as an extension of self. It's a shift she's been making.

Even more so there's a point where she is trying to get out of the school and she gets to the door and has a bug clone on the other side and says "my hand pressing against my own, separated by an inch and a half of door". Like, the bug clone hand is just her hand. I fucking love the shift compared to how she talked about the bugs early on.

Oh and also Greg totally has like, a Thinker 1 power or something. Pretty sure I mentioned that last arc with his interlude but mentioning it again now to be sure.

Stan interlude thoughts:

Oh my god I hate this man I can't stand him I hated him from the 3rd sentence of the chapter and I was always right to do so!

Seriously. 3rd sentence (or maybe 3rd paragraph which is technically the 3rd, 4th, and 5th sentences I guess). I read it and went "fuck off Stan you're clearly a pretentious dick" and then every few sentences it just became more confirmed!

Just the ways he talks about Nipper. Like. I can rephrase what he says to say the exact same thing except not being a asshole when saying it! Instead of "She was weak and unsuited for the field but she at least tried" just say "She was a hard worker despite being assigned to a job she did not ask for"! It's so fucking easy dude!

Anyway Stan is a jerk.

I loved the way this interlude rolled through different people all watching the same news report. It was a really good way to cover this major story event and let us see how so many other characters were reacting to it.

Also I'm sure all those Slaughterhouse Nine clones aren't going to be an issue later right? Or the fact that there is specifically only one clone of Gray Boy instead of 10 like everyone else? I'm sure that's fiiiiine.

Accord interlude thoughts:

Oh. Oh my. Uhhh. Is it hot in here all of the sudden? Anyone else feel that? No? Just me?

sweats

Oh ok Citrine definitely feels what I'm feeling. She knows what's up.

Just like. Look. Accord is bad ok. Not just cause he's a villain but clearly he'll kill for the smallest cause. And he's in a spot to fuck with my daughter and her polycule so like. Yes. He's bad. I do not like him. I want him to leave. I don't think they should work with him . . .

but . . .

OH MY FUCKING GOD HOLY SHIT PLEASE ACCORD I LOOK GREAT IN PURPLE AND I LOVE DRESSING FANCY AND I'M VERY GOOD AT BEING PROPER I WON'T MESS UP AT ALL I'LL BE THE PERFECT MINION PLEASE!

. . .

cough

Soooo anyway. How about that Butcher huh? That sure is a wild power. Instantly made me think of Glaistig Uaine's power. Very different but reaches into that same base bit, the idea that some part of a dead parahuman can be held onto.

Also holy shit Skitter was so badass in this scene I loved it.

Holy shit Accord is with Cauldron. Or at least closely aligned. And like of course he is it makes so much sense. He's too useful for them to ignore.

I am really curious to see what Accord's power does when he's confronted with a really complex problem. End of the world, doors to another dimension, higher dimensional beings, all that jazz.

[danurso]

Yang: Aaahhh! The beach! Oh, I missed this place!

Weiss: *holding an umbrella* Why do you feel the need to be so dramatic about it? It's just a beach.

Yang: It's the best place in the world! Not that you would know anything about it, being the first time in a place with so much sun and all.

Weiss: I've been to beaches before!

Yang: Your pale ghost skin begs to differ.

Weiss: *eyebrow twitching*

Ruby: Relax everyone, we came here to enjoy the place.

Nora: Hell yeah we did! *holding a surfboard above her head* Last one in the water smells like a dead fish! *Bolts away*

Ren: I better make sure she doesn't hit a rock again. *Follows*

Ruby: You're coming Blake?

Blake: *sitting on a shadow and reading* Thank you, but no thank you.

Yang: Your loss!

Yang shifts her focus to a fellow blonde, and makes her way towards him with a cheeky grin.

Yang: Hey there ladykiller~

Jaune: *putting on sunscreen* Hey. Gimme a second, gonna join you guys as soon as i finish here.

Yang: So, I'm done changing. Whaddya think?

Jaune, who up until now was focused on covering himself with sunscreen, finally looked at Yang who had her hair on a ponytail and wore a simple orange bikini, with her favorite glasses resting on her head.

Jaune: *red* Oh. . . .it looks uhmm *scratching his neck* I-it looks pretty good.

Yang: Hehehe, that's good to know. Mind getting me something to drink?

Jaune: S-sure. *Walks off*

Yang: *Grinning*

Ruby: Planning to make a move already? Or are you just gonna use him as an errand boy?

Yang: Oh please, I'm taking things slowly for now, giving it time to do stuff right y'know?

Ruby: Uh-huh.

Weiss: Well, taking your time is a good thing, but if you don't pay attention someone might snatch him from under your nose.

Yang: Oh yeah? And who would try and do that?

Weiss: *Looking behind Yang* Apparently, quite a lot of girls.

Yang turned around to see Jaune in the distance, drinks in hand and with an awkward smile as a flock of girls surrounded him.

Weiss: Well, it seems like Nora was right.

Ruby: Dammit! Now I owe her twenty bucks. . . .Yang?

Yang: *walking towards the group*

Ruby: . . . . . .think they're going to be okay?

Weiss: No clue, but for all legal intents and purposes, I do not know her.

Ruby: *deadpan* Thanks, that was very reassuring of you.

*Meanwhile*

Jaune: Err. . . .look, I really need to go now.

Girl1: Aww, why don't you come hang out with us?

Girl2: We're gonna play volley, we could use someone like you on our team~

Girl3: It's gonna be fun! Come on~

Jaune: I would love to, but i'm with my friends already so-

Yang: Hey there everyone! *Pushes through the group and hugs jaunes arm* You need something?

Jaune: *red* Y-yang?

Girl2: Who are you?

Girl1: We got here first! Dibs on the Blondie

Girl3: Yeah! Go find your own!

Yang: Oh really? *Hair on fire, eyes glowing red* Wanna say that again?

The trio yelped in surprise, falling back on the sand before running away.

Yang: Hmph, That's better.

Jaune: Weren't you a little too harsh with them?

Yang: You're too nice y'know? You can't just let girls harass you like that.

Jaune: They weren't harassing me, they're staying in a house around here and just wanted me to go with them to play volleyball.

Yang: . . . . .so they wanted you to follow them to their house just to play volleyball?

Jaune: Yes.

Yang: Even though there's like, three volleyball areas a few meters from here

Jaune: Well. . . . .yeah.

Yang: *sigh* You're so innocent it's almost cute. But keep something on your head, girls like that usually want something else from you.

Jaune: What could they want with-

Yang: *gives him a look*

Jaune: . . . . . . .*pink* oh, right. I see your point.

Yang: Oh don't worry, no one really gets it the first time it happens to them. Just remember, the next time you get approached by a girl, pay attention so you don't get tricked by their charms. *Takes her drink and starts drinking*

Jaune: Thanks but. . . . .this isn't the first time that happens.

Yang: *spits drink* It's what!?

Jaune: It already happened before now that I think about it.

Yang: When!?

Jaune: Well, there was this one time where a girl stopped me and asked for directions, and insisted that I guided her myself, even offering lunch as thanks. . . . .there's also that lady from the dust shop who keeps calling me a good boy and offering me a job as her personal assistant. Oh, there's also the time where I tried to help a girl who fell from her bike and twisted her ankle, I offered to use my semblance on her but she kept insisting that I should carry her to a hospital. There was also this one time where. . . . . . . .wow, this happens way more often than I ever thought before.

Yang: . . . . . .

Jaune: Yang? You okay?

Yang: *Smiling* Yeah, doing great.

Jaune: Uhm, okay. I'm going in the water, you're coming.

Yang: Sure, I'm right behind you.

Jaune: *leaves*

Yang: . . . . . . .

Weiss: *joins in* So, problem solved?

Yang: No. . . . .nowhere near that, my noodle was in danger all this time and I didn't even know.

Ruby: It's just some girls trying to hit on him, it's not a big deal. It's not like Jaune is the type of guy to let himself be swayed by someone he just met.

Weiss: Though maybe, if you're really so concerned about someone stealing him from you, you could stop playing around and do what has to be done already.

Yang: . . . . .you're right. No more joking, I have to take this seriously from now on, there only one way to keep him safe and I'm doing it!

*A few days later*

Jaune: You sure you wanted to come? I thought you didn't like comics.

Yang: They're pretty nice, ruby loves them too.

Jaune: I know. . . . .can i ask you something though?

Yang: Yes?

Jaune: Why are you dressed up like this?

Yang: *Wearing a black suit, sunglasses and an earpiece* No particular reason.

Jaune: I see. . . . . .

Girl: Hey there handsome~

Jaune: Hey-

Yang: Hostile in sight! Deadly force authorized!

Girl: What the- GHAA!!! *gets tackled to the ground*

Jaune: YANG!?!?

Ruby: *in the next aisle, sorting through comics* Welp, that went well. Looking on the bright side, no one died yet, so your plan seems to have worked.

Weiss: *holding a pile of comics for her* THAT WAS NOT WHAT I MEANT FOR HER TO DO!!!!!

[arcanewhoosh]

Tribulations and Triumphs (Partners in Crime, chapter 7)

This chapter is also posted in AO3 here

3.7k words

Proofread? Y/N

Relevant Tags: Jinx x Reader, Modern AU

After two weeks of radio silence, you and Jinx finally have a chance to talk and hash things out. Meanwhile, the Hex Coil project is given another chance to prove itself.

This was supposed to be a longer chapter but I saw that I was pushing 4k words and I hadn't even started the supposed last scene so there's a section that's alluding to a flashback, but the flashback will be in the next chapter instead, along with the last scene.

Also one of the reasons this took longer is because I had an entirely different scene with Jinx written out. Then about a week ago I randomly realized that the scene didn't feel like it was the sensible route to go with, so I scrapped it and went with the current version. But that also means I might have to write more chapters lol.

In the few seconds between you turning the doorknob and the door itself opening, a flurry of thoughts managed to run through your mind.

Do I apologize first? Will she apologize first? Who's more in the wrong? Wait it's probably me. Dammit. Have I apologized enough? Should I have eased up on the texting maybe?

After all, you spent the better part of the past two weeks being absolutely pathetic chasing after Jinx. You could admit that now, since- mercifully- she was the one who showed up at your door and not the other way around. But now that she was actually at your door, you realize that all those days wanting to talk to her, you hadn't properly thought out what you wanted to say to her--whatever that meant.

Then there was your earlier conversation with Viktor, which spurred the rational, self-respecting part of your brain. The part that told you that Jinx should've discussed the party instead of jumping the gun and surprising you with a room full of people. Some of which you didn't even know.

Why is she here? To talk, obviously. But would she only talk about the party; why she did it? Would she talk your ear off for starting the fight? Would she apologize? You realize quickly that one of the drawbacks of reconnecting with people you haven't spoken with in years, is that you no longer have a solid sense as to what their motives are.

You steel yourself as you open the door, forcing your face to remain impassive.

Flowers are immediately thrust into you face when the door does fully open.

"I'm sorry." Is what greets you from behind the assailing purple flowers.

You blink. "Flowers?"

"… Yeah I don't know either." She shrugs, not out of nonchalance, but from what you can tell, anxiousness, nerves. And just like that, seven words addressed to you, and your resolve is already chipped at the edges.

The both of you stand there for a few moments, Jinx not making a move to enter like she usually does; you not moving aside to let her in. You could count on one hand the number of times Jinx reeled in her usually unfiltered nature. First when you two had met as kids, second when Vi had gotten mad at her for getting paint on her boxing gloves, and third… back during times you'd rather not remember.

"Come on in." You say as you open the door wider and step to the side. She walks in as you mutter a slightly confused thank you for the flowers. She's in the middle of making a comment about Caitlyn once bringing Vi flowers as an apology when she notices the bat resting by the wall. She stops mid-stride and raises an eyebrow at you.

"In my defense, I thought I was gonna get robbed."

Who the hell would knock before robbing someone. You hear her response in your head before she can even say it. That's a lot of snark for someone apologizing, you'd then answer. But she doesn't, and it throws you off just a tiny bit. 

"Yeah, that's fair." Another awkward pause as she waits for you to close the door. "I came here to apologize about the party. It was a bad idea." It was a terrible idea. But you don't say that, of course. Instead, you simply nod and wait for her to continue.

“I can see that it made you really uncomfortable and that’s why you reacted that way. I shouldn’t have assumed that a couple of years and you’d be okay to party or whatever, and that’s on me.”

Is she… following an apology format? She couldn’t be. Surely, self-assured, stubborn, prideful, smart Jinx wouldn’t google how to set up an apology. But then again, it was something you were taught in group therapy back in the day. Who’s to say that she wasn’t taught the same things. She does look sincere, though, if not struggling, absolutely out of her element.

“I feel really shitty about it and… I really want to make it up to you, only if you want, no pressure, take your time with it-" She rubs her hands on her face and lets out a grunt before flopping onto your couch. "God, why is this so hard?”

“Apologizing to me is hard?” You quirk an eyebrow.

She straightens immediately. “No, no of course not. It’s…ugh, stupid Caitlyn and her gentle parenting.” She mutters the last part out, clearly annoyed, but you still catch it. If you weren’t trying so hard to remain stoic, you would've laughed.

"What about Caitlyn?"

"Nothing! I'm-" She stands and walks up to you, for a moment you think she's about to seize your hands. A habit she reacquired and often used when she was trying to reassure you that her latest project was totally safe and wouldn't blow up.

It always blew up.

"I'm just… I had this entire plan on how to do this, and I knew what I was supposed to say, and now." You try to ignore the pang of disappointment in your chest when she stops herself from reaching out to you.

"I messed this up, too." She wraps her arms around herself, eyes downcast. You stop yourself from walking over to her and lifting her chin up.

She sighs for a moment, before continuing. "I really do feel bad about what I did, and I feel worse for running off after."

"And not speaking to me for two weeks." You add, your tone snappy but dulled at the edges. "You could've… I don't know, at least let me know you were okay?" Her head snaps up to look at you, a mix of surprise and confusion on her face.

"Why would you need to know if I was okay?" You scoff and throw your hands up. so much for staying impassive.

"Because I care? Because we spent the better half of the past few months with each other than without?" The confession nets the opposite of the response you were hoping for. You half expected her to be upset about your sarcasm, half expected her to look like she understood what you wanted to convey--I am so fucking sorry about what I did too--but instead she... Looks more confused?

"I started a whole fight and put your family in the hospital, and you’re… you’re not even mad?" Now you're confused, too. "I don’t know what’s worse, you apologizing or you shouting at me.”

She opens her mouth to say something, but quickly closes it again. Her eyes leave yours for a few moments, instead settling to a spot a little to your left. A quirk she has when she's trying to think about what she wants to say.

"But... The party--"

"Was something you should've discussed with me first, and not jumped into, yes." You hold your hand up when you see her about to cut in. "But even I can admit I was way out of line with how I reacted. And then I kept trying to contact you like some creep."

Your attempt at a joke flies over her head, and nets you the opposite of your desired response. "I ghosted you for two weeks, and did this whole party thing; why aren't you mad?" Her voice starts to rise at her question, and you find your temper flaring in response.

"Because I recognize that I screwed up, too? Why the hell would you want me to be mad?"

"Cause you're being too fucking nice!"

"Didn't you come here to apologize? Now you're upset that I wanna resolve this? What's wrong with talking this out like adults?"

Even though you don't know Jinx as well as you used too, her tendency to close herself off and blow up at people when she was too anxious to talk thing out is something that has never changed. You know you should be the more mature one, the one who takes the high road, the calm one. Her face scrunches up in anger.

"Oh, excuse me for being childish, oh righteous one!"

Maybe it was the fact that it was three in the morning, maybe it was the fact that her visit caught you off guard, or maybe you do have a right to be angry, to yell, to ask her What were you thinking? I thought you'd know me better than to bring up a bad memory.

"You know what?" You scoff. "I think I am mad about the party. Because what the fuck were you thinking?" The wrong thing to say, really. But now you're angry, and you find that you don't really care what comes out of your mouth.

"Oh here we go. What were you thinking, Jinx? You should've known better, Jinx." She does a mocking impression of your voice "I'm sorry for trying to do something nice for you--"

"You literally could've talked to me about this first!" Your voice cracks a bit as you shout. You never really did well with verbal confrontations. "It's not rocket science."

Jinx, however, is an expert at it. "Well my bad for thinking you got over it in therapy. Didn't you have that in juvie?"

Oh.

That'll do it.

It takes a few seconds for her to register what she had just said. But you, it hits you the moment the words left her mouth. The immediate ringing in your ears, the heat in your arms that starts creeping down to your hands as your breathing becomes ragged.

Her brows unfurrow, and her eyes widen as--what you hope is--immediate regret washes over her face. The I'm sorry, that was too far, I didn't mean it already one her lips. But it's too late now.

It’s amazing--frighteningly amazing really--that the one person who could convince you to talk at fuck all in the morning; who could wear down the guard you set up for yourself without even trying; make you forgive her so easily—and you’ve already forgiven her for the party, honestly—could single-handedly tear your chest open and rip you apart.

But should you really be surprised?

"Get out." You say through gritted teeth. You turn your face when her eyes try to meet yours.

"Wait-"

"Get. Out." You blink away the tears threatening to fall down your face. You are not going to let her see you cry. "Don't fucking speak to me, again." You turn around and walk over to the door, open in, and wait for her to step through. All the while looking at the wall in front of you.

No words are heard through the quiet hallway of your building as Jinx leaves, only the loud slamming of your apartment door.

Despite having an absolutely shitty week, significant progress had been made with the Hex Coil. Firstly, the Council had agreed to reopen the testing site for Hex Tech, after a lengthy discussion on how you absolutely needed the chambers to run more tests and; how high the return on investment would be if you were able to test successfully and release this to the public during a power crisis. Secondly, after having to redo the schematic diagrams for the Hex Coil--and a little help from an anger-infused work fixation--you were able to figure out how not to blow up the entire setup while activating the gemstone. Now, all you needed was another run through with Jayce and Viktor at the testing chamber.

You’re currently wrapped up in drawing a barely comprehensible graph, occasionally looking over to your computer to confirm that the manual computations you were making matched up with the ones on your screen. Viktor and Jayce were looking over at machine diagnostics, making sure nothing would go wrong with all the hardware that was just replaced.

"Okay, so the simulation didn't blow up the computer, so theoretically, the real thing shouldn't blow up either." You say to yourself as you try to give yourself a pep talk, unaware of Viktor raising an eyebrow at your statement.

“I don’t think the computer’s processing capabilities have anything to do with our test running correctly.” You hear him say. You don’t turn around, too engrossed on the graph you were making.

“Well—I mean I made the simulation so…” You trail off, hoping that Viktor drops the topic. The simulation was pretty well made. You should know, you spent the entire week making it.

“Uhuh.” Is the response you get. You feel an unreasonably heavy hand pat you on the shoulder, which could only mean this was Jayce offering support.

“It’ll be fine, we worked out all the kinks from the first test. If something else goes wrong, we’ll fix it again.” Ever the optimistic, Jayce gives your shoulder a squeeze before returning to his monitors, putting on his protective goggles. “So, are we ready to test this, or what?”

Viktor follows suit, giving you a thumbs up before putting on his goggles. “Diagnostics are good, ready when you are.” He says as he turns a key, and you hear the familiar hum signaling the equipment in the testing chamber coming to life.

Oh so suddenly, your nerves are alight. With the time-consuming distraction of having to set up the Hex Coil reaching its ends, you’re suddenly very, very aware of the weight of the project. A million different scenarios of how things can go wrong suddenly flit though your mind, the events of Progress Day—and unfortunately, the events after—at the forefront.

You make your way towards the observation windows, and see the rods around the main and subcoils start to spin. An update that you deemed needed. It would take the load of the entire set up if you did a warm start with the coils, instead of having everything spring to life at the same time.

A knot forms in your stomach, whether from anticipation, or dread, you're not sure. Between the first test just a few weeks ago, and the expectation of results for this test, everything is suddenly starting to feel very real. As if the past week—three—flew by in an indistinguishable blur.

You shake your head, trying to will away the dread creeping up on you.

You’ll be fine. A voice in your head says. A memory, really, an unwelcome one at that.

What if I won’t be?

I’ll catch you, don’t worry about it.

“Sprout?”

You blink.

Jayce. Jayce is calling from behind you.

You quickly shake your head and put on your headphones and goggles, pretending to now hear Viktor’s Are you alright? And opting to stand near the main unit, putting a hand on the glass casing of the lever. You pull down the mic from your headphones—another new addition that made it easier to communicate while the coil was operating.

“Testing chamber clear?” You start.

“Clear!” You wince slightly as Viktor’s loud, staticky voice comes through the headphones.

“You don’t have to shout anymore, Viktor, we have microphones now!” Jayce’s own voice comes through, albeit at a much more reasonable volume.

“Sorry!” Viktor shouts again.

The moment is ridiculous enough that some of the tension leaves your shoulders, and you allow yourself to let out a chuckle.

“Alright, let’s stay focused here.”

“Sorry.” They both say.

“Main coil?”

“Level.”

“Sub coils?”

“Fully operational!”

Now or never.

“Hex Coil test running in three—“You lift the glass panel.

I’ll catch you!

“Two—“

Promise?

“—One.”

You pull the lever. The humming grows louder, clearly audible despite the protection of the headphones. The light from the gemstone seeps into the observation room, flooding it in blue. All three of you whip your heads to the screen showing the chamber. Sparks of electricity already transferring from the main coil to the sub coils.

"Rectifiers?" Your eyes don’t leave the screen as you ask. The rods on the coils look stable, and there aren't any immediately visible red flags. You hear a cackle of static followed by a They're stable! from Jayce.

You make your way to the observation window. Confident in leaving the main panel after installing kill switches in Jayce and Viktor's stations in case anything went awry.

You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding, and lean a bit closer to the glass, only now allowing yourself to take in the beauty of the sight before you. The gemstone is glowing a brilliant blue, casting light across the entire testing chamber. Nothing has blown up yet, and Everything is working and We're fine, we're fine, we're fine.

Then you notice the hum start to go quiet, and the glow of the gemstone start to dull. You push your face up to the glass, before taking off your goggles and headphones to turn around.

Jayce is at your station, holding the lever down, and Viktor is standing beside you--When did he get here? --smiling.

"What--"

"The batteries are already full." Jayce says simply, taking off his headphones, and your jaw drops.

"Batteries that were built to power houses for at least a week. Full in no less than three minutes." Viktor puts a hand on your shoulder and gives you a little shake to get you out of your stupor. You, however, are still stunned.

Three minutes, the coil was already running for three minutes?

"It… It worked?" You say it so quietly that Viktor almost doesn’t hear it. He lets out a soft laugh and pats you on the back.

"Yes, yes I think it did. Looks like your simulation was correct." Jayce makes his way over to the both of you, a huge grin on his face.

"We did it, sprout."

You let out a huff, unable to reply with words. You look back at the gemstone; rods still spinning slowly around it.

"We did it." You finally manage.

"Jayce did just say that." The half condescending tone in Viktor's voice completely flies over your head, as you’re already turning around, putting your hands on the former's shoulders and shaking him--violently, he claims--and jumping up and down. You ignore his pleas for you to stop shaking him. You do, however, take it easy on the jumping on account of his leg.

Jayce joins in, and eventually Viktor relents and celebrates with the both of you; all of you exclaiming celebratory remarks. The occasional variations of, Wait till those snob-nosed councilors see this, and, Hey, easy, my wife's a councilor, being thrown around.

Eventually, you all calm down. You, out of choice, the other two, out of necessity. You make sure to point out that they're getting old, and their old bones can't handle jumping around anymore. Viktor comments that he has a valid reason to on account of his leg, then follows up with a comment about Jayce not doing any cardio at all. You take this as an opportunity walk back over to the observation window while the two bicker.

You don't know why you feel the need to check on the Hex Coil again. Given that it's not going to go anywhere since it's literally bolted to the floor. But you grew up in an environment where good events were immediately followed by catastrophic tragedies. So really, was it such a strange thing to have to check on your several-ton project, just in case it suddenly vanished into thin air?

"Two years." You say to yourself, tapping a finger on the glass. "Two years, and we finally did it." The Hex Coil, predictably, says nothing back to you. But that's okay, it's still there and that's what's important.

You don't notice your two mentors approach you, nor do you see the fond smile on Jayce and Viktor's faces. "No, not two. Eight."

You turn back to him, slightly confused. And Jayce's smile grows.

"Everything you've gone through, every obstacle you had to hurdle through." He nods over to the testing chamber. "Led to that. Look how far you've come."

"You did always say you wanted to change the world." Viktor chimes in. "We're incredibly proud of you."

Maybe it's because you had a really, really, really bad week--month, actually. Maybe it's because the other two are getting sentimental. Or maybe, just maybe, a small part of you didn't think that this was achievable; the washed-up troublemaker junkie, coming up with something like this. Someone you yourself didn’t see as worth any time or compassion. Hell, you barely had any reason to keep going back then, but for some reason, these two jerks standing with you saw potential, and decided to take a chance on you.

They let you crash at their place, made sure you kept clean, stayed out of trouble, gave you space to grow and provided guidance, grounded you. Even when you started a fight and made an entire scene, they still worried about you, first. So unflinching, accepting, supportive. You used to think that you were undeserving of that kind of love, but they even beat that--with kindness--out of you.

And now here you were.

Whatever the cause is, you feel the tears prickle, and your lips purse. You look down, and cover your face with your hand, not wanting them to see you cry. You try to take a steadying breath, but it comes out shaky.

"That's so fucking corny." You choke out.

You hear the both of them laugh, before they wrap their arms around you. Your hand is still covering your face, but you're so very obviously crying.

"We love you too, kid."

Thank you, you want to say, you very much try to say, but it comes out gurgled and incoherent because you're now full-on sobbing. They seem to understand this, however, as they respond with a pat on the back and ruffling of your hair.

When you were younger, you used to dream momentous moments like this as some sort of huge fanfare. There would be applause, a coincidentally gathered crowd around you bearing witness to the greatest achievement of your life so far. Your loved ones on the side, crying tears of joy. Congratulations thrown around by important people; bottles of champagne shaken and their contents sprayed at you.

But here, right now, with the two people who have been your family to close to a decade, it's enough, more than enough.

[smuttyfang]

Price, One More Time

I’m just a filthy whore for this man. Sorry.

Words: 3.194

Sitting in the bar on your day off, you take another sip of your drink. It felt like you spent every day off that you had here, drinking time away. Not that you were having a hard time necessarily, just that you couldn’t get your own fucking captain out of your mind. God, something about him just had you so worked up over him. The feeling wouldn’t leave you no matter how hard you tried. His charisma, his confidence, that fucking smile, the way he walked, the way he talked, his accent, fuck. It consumed you at this point. So you sat here, drinking yourself silly only to go home alone. Truthfully, you genuinely liked him as a person of course. You knew he was such a caring man, always taking care of and worrying for others. Always knew the right thing to do. You respected him above all else. But.. wouldn’t it also be nice if he would just bend you over a table and rail you senseless? Of course it would.

“You really shouldn’t spend so much time here, love.” God dammit. There the problem (and the solution) was, as if on cue. Of course using that fucking nickname, too. Like he heard your thoughts. That sweet accent dripping from his tongue made your heart melt. “You’re gonna feel like shit when we go out again.”

“Yeah I know.” You sigh, taking another sip of your drink. You realize now how much you’d actually been drinking, feeling the dizziness setting in.

“Why don’t I join you this time?” You felt your heart literally jumping for joy as he took a seat at the bar next to you. “I didn’t have any plans.” He smiled at you so sweetly before ordering himself a whiskey. You could tell he was worried about you. His whiskey was quickly placed in front of him and he started drinking. “I know it’s not quite my business, love.” God, there he goes again.. using that name. “I do have to tell you that I’m worried about you. It’s not good to spend your days off like this.” You put your face into your hands, sighing.

“I’m sorry, I don’t mean to make you worry. I’m just.. really fucking frustrated.” He watched you for a minute, like he was trying to gauge how to approach the subject without upsetting you.

“I’m here.” He says quietly. “You’re on my team, and I’m here for you. That focus is needed when we are on missions. If there’s anything I can do, all you have to do is ask, love.” Feeling the warmth and change in your body from the alcohol, you breathe in deeply and sigh.

“You.. could help, yes. But I don’t know how you are going to feel about it.” He orders another whiskey after finishing his first. You want to scream at him all the things you’ve been feeling about him, for the sheer desperation and frustration you've felt this whole time, but you fight it and try to approach him gently.

“Tell me.” He says, watching you with worried eyes. It makes you feel even worse seeing him like this.

“I.. can we go somewhere more private?” You ask. He nods, paying for one last quick drink before leaving the bar with you.

“I’ve got a room close by, we can talk there.” You nod your head, mostly staying silent as you follow him. It doesn’t take long for you to arrive at the room. He allows you in. It’s quite a simple room, good enough for a soldier having a few days off. “Sit down on the bed and tell me what’s wrong, love.” You stay standing.

“Price, I-“ You kept getting choked up trying to spit it out. You felt a lump in your throat, and the harder you tried the bigger it felt.

“Now you’re really making me worried. Is it that serious? Are you in danger of some sort?” He holds his hands up, trying to get you to calm down.

“No, no! I’m so sorry. I’m- I’m not in danger.” He breathes out.

“Good.” He nods his head. “Okay. Tell me.”

“I appreciate you being patient. I just.. listen to me.” He watches you, crossing his arms. You can tell what that means. He’s getting impatient. “So. Do you remember how we used to always flirt with each other?” He chuckles.

“Yeah.. you just stopped one day. All at once..” He sounded almost sad, but you weren’t sure.

“I stopped because it just.. it was never going anywhere. It felt like torture, not being able to do anything about it. Not being able to just.. initiate anything.” You sighed, feeling pathetic for acting like this. “But you still keep doing it, and I can’t get you out of my fucking head.” You can’t meet his eyes, but you hear him move toward you.

“Do you want me out of your head?” He asks. You feel him getting close to you.

“God, no. I don’t. But I want you.. physically. Not just in my head. I need you in both ways. John.” You’d never called him by his first name before, and you almost felt afraid of being reprimanded. You hear nothing but silence for a few moments as he thinks.

“Look at me, love.” He sweetly uses his finger to lift your chin and make you look at him. You felt your heart flutter. “Do you remember the reason you told me you joined the military?” He asks you. Of course you remember.

“I wanted to be more brave.” You tell him.

“That’s right. Well, then, perhaps you should try something new.. something that scares you. Kiss me. Just to see if there's any chemistry.” You looked at him, your face hot from the mixture of embarrassment and alcohol. He comes close to you, placing his hand on your cheek. “Do it for me. Prove to me how brave you are.” It was like a switch flipped in your brain. You’d do anything on this earth to make this man happy, and you did.

“Yes, sir..” You pressed your lips to his as quickly as you could manage. It lasts only for a few moments, but it felt like your mood had completely flipped. You were over the moon. You wrapped your arms around him as the kiss came to an end, his face flushing with a blushing hue. As you both pulled away, Price looked at you, watching your reaction. “So.. chemistry?”

"That's most definitely chemistry.” He replied, letting out a chuckle. " My, my.. you're good at this. How about another kiss? Just to be sure, of course?” You couldn’t help but giggle at his comment.

“I would never tell you no.” You chuckle as you kiss him once more, lingering even longer this time.

"I'm very appreciative that you took this initiative all by yourself. I’m proud of you. " He praised you as one of his hands cupped your cheek. Fuck, hearing him praise you made you feel like you were on top of the world. Nothing and nobody else could make you feel so excited. He leaned forward to place a second kiss right on your lips, slowly breaking away. A slight smile showed on his features along with a blush on his face. “Most definitely chemistry..” He added on, as if stating the obvious.

“It wasn’t easy, I’ll tell you that.” You sigh nervously. “I have an easier time shooting bad guys, but you make me so god damn nervous. In a good way.” You chuckle, still shaking a little. He notices this, gently holding your hand to get you to steady yourself.

"Is it because you have genuine feelings for me?" He asks, tilting his head to the side with a raised eyebrow. "I want you to speak your mind. I know my charms are rather hard to resist. But it seems you really have it bad for me, don't you?”

“God, John. You have no idea.” You shakily sigh. “You are incredible in so many different ways.” He grins with that cheeky smile he always does.

“Oh? Tell me more.” You roll your eyes at him.

“You already have a big head, I don’t want to make it bigger.” You both laugh with each other. “But really.. you’re so handsome and kind. You’re caring. You always know what to do. You always have everything under control. You’re.. amazing.” Price seems to crumble a little bit at your words, looking down at the floor and genuinely smiling.

“Thank you, love. I.. do the best that I can.” You see his eyes light up as he smiles at you. “You’re absolutely beautiful, do you know that? I’ve not been able to take my eyes off of you ever since I met you.” It felt like your dream was actually coming true and you were ecstatic.

“I don’t know about all of that, but thank you.” You smile at him, but upon looking at him you notice that he is no longer smiling. He looks down at you, tilting your chin up to look him directly in the eyes.

“No, no. You don’t get to do that.” He shakes his head. “Take the compliment correctly.” Your heart feels like it’s fluttering like crazy now, looking up at him like this.

“Yes, I’m sorry.” You say.

“Sorry, what?” He asks, smiling at you cheekily.

“Sorry, sir.” You say, completely under his spell.

“‘Atta girl.” That’s better.” He noticed you leaning into his touch as he held your face, feeling you push yourself as close to him as possible. The look in your eyes said it all, that you were absolutely desperate for him. “My god, you really want me. Don’t you?” His face turned into a serious one. You felt absolutely pathetic over this man, but you couldn’t help it.

“I really do. I do.” You tell him. He looks like he can’t believe it, like he’s never had someone so needy for him before. You became more aware of his cologne as he shifted around a little bit. He smelled so good. One more thing to add to the list of reasons you just couldn’t stop yourself around him. Once he regained his composure a little, that signature cheeky grin returned.

“You still have to take my orders though, you know that. Right?” You nodded your head as he leaned down to kiss your neck, already making you whimper a little bit for him. He chuckled. “Then strip. And lie down on the bed for me, love.” You quickly nod your head, stripping all of your clothing away and tossing it aside. He does the same after you, and you watch him closely. He was so nicely built. His back was one thing you loved so much. It had a nice curve to it that was hard to look away from. He had some hair on his chest too. You couldn’t help but bite your lip finally getting to see him like this. You could also see he was getting hard, and he was a pretty damn decent size. As you eyed him, he raised an eyebrow at you. “I gave you an order, didn’t I? Love?” He questioned you. You quickly moved to the bed, crawling onto it and lying down for him. He quickly followed you, crawling on top of you. He looked down at you. “Apologize for not doing it when you were told.”

“Fuck..” You could cum right then and there. “I’m sorry, sir.” He nodded his head.

“That’s a good girl. Don’t upset me again, do you understand?” You nodded your head, but he shook his. “Say it.”

“Yes, sir..” You practically moan out, making him chuckle. He begins kissing you again. He starts with your lips, moving to your neck, then moving lower and lower until he reaches your breasts. He looks up at you and never takes his eyes off of you as he takes one into his mouth, sucking on it. Your eyes roll to the back of your head just from him doing this, pleasure coursing straight down between your legs. He pulls away with a ‘pop’ switching to the other one for a minute. He leaves them hard and wet, then working his way down your stomach. He pushes your legs fully apart.

“Put your legs on my back, love.” He requests.

“Yes, s-sir..” You whimper out, lying your legs across his back as his face now sat right between your legs.

“You are so gorgeous, good god.” He admitted, making you feel like you could cry from joy. That feeling was almost immediately gone once he used a finger on you. He ran it up and down your whole slit, before pushing it inside of you. You arched your back, pushing forward to him as much as you could. He chuckled. “Sensitive, are you?” He uses another finger before putting his tongue directly on your clit. He knew what he was doing. You felt your body twitching with pleasure as you moaned for him.

“Fuck, fuck, John..” You whined. He chuckled against you before pulling away for a moment to speak.

“You taste like heaven, love.” He goes right back to doing his job, his tongue assaulting your clit. It doesn’t take long for you to reach your climax, your body convulsing and writhing beneath his touch. He chuckles as he watches you struggle to stay still. As you come down from your high you look down at him, and see him smiling. You laugh.

“Well, now you’re definitely going to have a big head. You’re.. incredible at that.” He smiles at you.

“I do my best.” You smile. Getting up and moving him away a little bit.

“Will you sit back now? For me?” You ask. He quickly nods, leaning his back against the headboard of the bed.

“Work your magic, love.” He tells you. You rest yourself comfortably between his legs, finally taking a hold of his cock. He twitches in your hand. You look up at him, directly in his eyes, as you take him into your mouth. He groans seeing this, tilting his head back in pleasure as you begin bobbing up and down on him. “Fuck, you look so good like that.” You keep going, wanting more and more praise from him. He rests his head comfortably on the headboard, letting you do what you do best. Once he got close, he began groaning more loudly. His cock started twitching, and he began cumming down your throat. You swallowed every bit of it, letting him finish fully before pulling away with a ‘pop’. You smiled at him and he smiled back.

“So soon?” You tease him and he sighs in pleasure.

“It’s been a long time.” He told you. “Now get up here.” You quickly comply, putting yourself in his lap. He wrapped his arms around your back, pulling you as close to him as he could. You kissed, the tastes of each of your juices mixing together. You both pull away, completely breathless.

“You’re just as amazing as I’ve imagined all this time.” You tell him. He smiles, running his hands up and down your sides.

“Oh, you’ve imagined this before?” He asks, again with that damn grin. You roll your eyes.

“Seriously? Of course I have. Every fucking night pretty much.” He holds your chin with his thumb and forefinger, pulling you close to him.

“Well, I’m right here. And it’s really happening.” You feel him getting hard again beneath you. You reach underneath you, taking it into your hand and holding it up. You were ready to take him inside, but you had a thought.

“So, sir. Is this really what you want?” You try to tease him, but your composure is quickly crumbled and broken by him. He looks at you seriously and sternly. He is still holding your face with one hand, while his other hand trails up and down your body. He clicks his tongue in disappointment at you.

“No no, you don’t get to do that love. You’re not the one in charge here.” He looks at you, with such a serious face, but talks to you so sweetly that it completely melts you. “You should apologize for talking to your captain like that.” You immediately become a dumb mess for him.

“I’m so sorry, sir. I don’t know what I was thinking.” He rubs your lips with his thumb, smiling at you kindly.

“You don’t need to think, love. Leave that to me.” You nod your head for him. “Good girl.” He tells you. “Now, take what you want. And don’t make me wait. We have waited long enough, haven’t we?” You nod your head readily, taking his cock and positioning yourself above it. You begin sliding down on top of it, moaning loudly as you sit down on him. You both moan for each other. You feel full and complete now with him inside of you.

“Oh, oh my god..” You can’t even form words to describe how good he feels.

“Sweet mother of..” He grunts. “You’re tight.” You can’t control yourself. You start bouncing up and down on him. He helps you, lifting your body with his arms and helping you gain leverage as you bounce. Your body feels like it’s on fire as he kisses you and holds you so closely. “Love, you’re incredible.” He tells you, watching you as you bounce up and down on him desperately. He can’t control himself either, becoming more and more feral as he thrusted up into you. “God I want to finish inside of you.” He tells you through his heavy breathing.

“I’m good, I’m good.. don’t stop.” He understood what you meant, that you must have been on some type of birth control. Who cares? You could take a plan B. He didn’t care at all at this moment, completely losing himself in the pleasure of you. He became erratic and lost his composure completely as he got closer to the edge. He suddenly held you down on him hard as he came, grinding your hips on him as he came inside of you. He was pulsing and filling you with his seed. You felt so warm and full, sighing in pleasure and joy as you let your head fall to his shoulder, trying to catch your breath.

“God, that was perfect..” You tell him. He nods his head.

“I completely agree. I just.. I haven’t felt that good in so long. I lost myself in you.” You smile at him, feeling a bit sad for him.

“I want to take care of you. I want to make you feel good. Always.” You kiss him. You notice the red hue on his face as he looks at you with a light in his eyes. Then of course, he goes on again being cheeky..

“Maybe we should try it out one more time. Just so I can be sure it really feels so good.” You laugh at his comment, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him in for a kiss once more.

[immoralimmortals]

Ah! Hello I've been reading your stuff (and it's pretty damn good, I've been enjoying it a lot) and I saw something last night where Tobi was your sleep paralysis demon. It was so goofy I thought I'd share, I was also thinking you could make a like a little one shot with this idea or like a little skit

Tobi is your sleep paralysis demon! Why not, let’s do it!

You’re what the kids call “edgy”. You got a Tor browser, went on the dark web, and started looking for sites to fuck your shit up. Conspiracy theories, mostly, with some epilepsy-enducing graphics-- all the “standard” sites you’d find on any list of websites to never under any circumstances visit. It was just about to get boring when you click on a hyperlink that leads to the following statement:

If you can’t beat ‘em, join ‘em!

...Okay, that’s got you curious.

Turns out, it’s not too outrageous of an idea, as far as suggestions on the “real sleep paralysis demons” blog go. A bit of you is tantalized, even; you’re on this site with a small smidgen of hope that maybe, just maybe, there might be some legitimate advice that could help you dispel your own waking nightmares halfway through peaceful sleep. Gist of it is simple: get another demon to beat YOUR demon!

…

….

…..

That’s so stupid that it might work!

You print out the suggested incantation and sit up in bed that night, reading it aloud and putting your heart and soul into it. Let’s be honest, though: you’re edgy but not that edgy. Not to the point of delusion. The creature you see during sleep paralysis is a figment of the mind and exists in the mind alone. Demons aren’t real, you aren’t LITERALLY going to summon one to knock the lights out of the thing you see at night.

...But if you want something enough, maybe it’ll trick your brain chemistry into solving its own problem.

Man in the mask

Slay my nightmare

Man in the mask

Save my dreams

Man in the mask

Hold my life tender

Man in the mask

Come down to me

…

A deep breath in...out. Alright. Let’s see if that tricked the monkey that controls your brain into pulling the lever that actually lets you sleep through the fucking night. You shred the computer paper in half, lay down your head, and reach for the chain that turns your light off.

Ch-ching, the switch goes.

…

…

Your heart is racing too much. Dammit, just the acknowledgment of your visions has put your anxiety on a fast track to staying up all night. Jesus fucking Christ! Knowing there’s no saving you tonight, you sit up once again and turn back on the light. Maybe you can read a book or make a cup of tea-- no who are you kidding, you’re just gonna stare at your phone.

Ch-ching.

The light turns on and there is a man in your room.

You scream.

He screams.

You’re both screaming.

“WHO ARE YOU!”

“Who are YOU!” he shouts back, voice high pitched and finger pointed right at you. It’s hard for your eyes to make sense of what you see… Orange?! Orange and black…?!

“I LIVE HERE!”

…

“Oh!” The person next to your bed perks up and calms down, as if it makes total sense. “I guess that’s right! My name is-- OOF!”

You hit him with your pillow as hard as you can. The man flails his arms forward like an inflatable at a car dealership.

“Y/N, STOP! Ouch!”

You hit him again, leaning into it this time. And again, as well, he says the magic word:

“Y/N!”

...You stop mid swing. “How. H-. How do you know my name?! Who the HELL--?!”

“You summoned me!”

“What!”

“You!” he says, raising both gloved hands and pointing index fingers at said ‘you.’ “Summoned!” He uses the fingers to mime drawing a circle on the ground. “Me!” And finally points thumbs back to his face. It’s only now, of course, you see he lacks exactly that-- a face. What lies instead is a bright orange spiral that ends in a black hole. You squint so hard you’ll have headaches for weeks.

“That-- that’s not--… What?!”

“Man, for the host of the party, you sure are bad at keeping track of your guest list!”

That kind of talk brings you right back to reality. “GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!”

“Allllright!” the shadow singsongs, raising his palms and shaking his head as if to symbol he’s giving up. “But you’ll miss me when I’m gone!”

“What the fuck are you—”

“Click!”

Chain for the light is pulled down. Ch-ching!

“SHIT!”

Ch-ching!

Light on.

He is gone.

The summoning worked, all in all. You don’t sleep that night. In fact, your eyes burn as you try not to blink at all. Police find no evidence of a break in once you get the nerve to call them. No broken windows, door is fine...not even an attempt to crawl through the chimney.

It’s like he never existed.

...You’ve made a hell of a convoluted situation to live with, brain.

[aaliyg]

Liyah and KK Sister Dynamics HC's

Warning: cursing

Dialogue Color Code: KK, Liyah, Ice

Kinda short but ayee

(basically little sister KK, big sister Liyah 😊)

She's stealing Liyah's food most definitely

"Aye KK have you seen my chipotle?"

"...No."

"...Why is there rice on your cheeks? Nobody cooked rice today- Kamorea."

"I THOUGHT YOU DIDN'T WANT IT!"

"WHY THE FUCK- bitch you're paying me back."

"I don't have the moneyyyy!!"

"Figure it out then."

Liyah is a decently early sleeper (like 10:30 the earliest) so uh... KK has ALOT of candid pics that she uses as memes in the gc

Aubrey: When I say I slept like a BABY last night....

Liyah: You and Aliyah was having fun huh 🤭

Aubrey: stfu

KK: Aubrey rn: *insert pic of Liyah sleeping*

Liyah: ...if u don't delete that rn istg

KK: hmmmmmmm no💙

Liyah: i hate you.

KK: oop not the punctuationnnn...love you too bookie 🤭

Liyah: 😒 Aubrey how bad would it be if i committed murder

Aubrey: honestly i support it

KK: AUBREY

KK is THEE biggest Liyah+Azzi truther Lizzi™ for short (yes KK did trademark it. deadass.)

"Soooo how are you and Azzi doing? Yall kiss yet??"

"Girl wtf- no..."

"Are you gonna?"

"Please leave me alone man."

"Aww trouble in paradise?"

*Liyah side eyes her*

"My bad girlie my bad."

EVERY SINGLE TIME Uconn mics KK up there are two people on the top of her hitlist: Ice and Liyah (free them)

"We back with another videoooo!!"

*in the background* "Oh God.."

*side eye* "ANYWHO let's go ask the people some questions. SO Icey Baby. Ice Cube if you will-"

*Ice side eyes tf outta her*

"....sassy much. Anyways what song are you listening to right now?" *leans the mic*

"Um Snooze by SZA."

"Ouuuuu I CAN'T LOSE WHEN IM WITH YOUUUU!! I like it I like it." *bolts over to Liyah*

"Heyyyy big sister!!" *purposefully looks down* "Or little sister..."

"Aight now what do you want?"

*looks at the camera* "You see how she treats me yall? Anyways...why did you eat the last of my pringles?"

"You literally told me to?"

"..."

"..."

"ANYWHO-"

KK will always drag Liyah into a tiktok dance. Liyah doesn't mind, but KK starts regretting it when Liyah starts making the dance even more complex

"Ouuu we could do it like this..."

"Liiiiiiiii PLEASE it's just a simple dance."

"But it could be SO much better. Let me cook dammit."

"Oh my fucking God." *throws hands up in surrender*

KK almost busted her ass once 😭

If Liyah is driving KK is GLUED to that passenger seat. She loves it there

"Hehe yeahhh I get aux." *shuffles music and plays God's Plan by Drake*

"Playing Drake during these trying times huh?"

*busts out laughing* "Don't blame me blame Apple!"

"Mhm.."

KK will always brag that she has scary big sister privileges and she's not wrong at ALL

*Aubrey and KK play fighting a bit TOO hard*

"Aye cut that shit out."

*Aubrey and KK IN SYNC* "Yes ma'am."

*cue Ice cracking up in the background*

[daryldixiecup]

Quick pick me up

Daryl always knows what you need.

*NSFW: Minors do NOT interact, Quick little Daryl imagine.

p/v intercourse, cream pie, some Daryl dirty talk, y/n dirty thoughts of Daryl.

It’s been a while since you and Daryl have had any ‘fun’ alone time, especially when the task of burning walker bodies has you smelling anything but pleasant most days. Not sexy.

But still. Every night, you couldn’t help but fantasize about his big hands running all over your body before going any further. Daryl loved how you lost control under his touch, his hands doing something oh so simple and getting you that crazy for him? He needs to see it every-time. His eyes staring deep into yours, mouth hanging open as he slowly fingers your unbelievably soaked pussy. He always takes in every moan you give him. Every dirty sound that tries to escape your mouth, while the pleasure barely lets you form any thoughts. And the way he only fucks you with the head of his cock at first, in and out- over and over again. Sinister smile staring you right in the face as he does…It’s fucking unreal. You realized thinking about all of this has made you inconveniently wet, so naturally you slip a hand down your pajama shorts. And right as you’re about to take care of it..

“Babe. Babe!?”

It’s Daryl. You can tell he’s eager to see you, just getting back from a long day outside of the community walls and looking for the shower. Boots smacking on the floor and growing closer to the bedroom, you quickly snap your hand above the blankets. Daryl swings open the door, looking you up and down on the bed.

“So? How was it today?” He says, quickly takes off his boots one by one and throwing them on the floor. Looking up at you while taking off his socks, he smirks. “Bet you missed me huh.” You can’t help but look down at his stomach, peeking through as his torn up white tank top rides upwards. He definitely notices, but continues undressing himself. “Of course, I miss you all the time. You gonna get in the shower real quick?” His belt hasn’t been taken off yet but you’re really hoping he undoes it next. It’s almost embarrassing how horny you are for him right now but you let the shame go and let your pussy have a mind of its own. Daryl unclips his belt and walks to your side of the bed, dropping it onto the soft white blanket over your legs. He grabs your chin and lowers himself, right in front of your lips. “In a few. I got something to do first though.” He gives you a kiss before climbing on top of you to deepen it.

Next thing you know, you’re naked along with him— letting his fingers make you sob. “Daryl fuck yeah, fuck me please please please!” Crying and begging him to finger fuck you harder is nothing new either and you don’t care how dirty his hands are, if they were in the first place. Maybe that’s more unsanitary in todays world but again, your pussy has a mind of its own and it doesn’t care. “Fucking god dammit y/n, are you gonna cum on my fingers baby? Are you gonna squirt everywhere huh? That’s a pretty pussy come on let me feel it squeeze around them”, Daryl won’t stop talking to you and it’s just what you need. Your first orgasm makes you shake and cry out even louder than you already were, struggling to catch your breath in-between. You stare him in the face while your tears are streaming, “fuuuck oh my god!” You hiccup, trying to take a needed deep breath. Something about you sobbing in pleasure makes Daryl spring into action on his feet, picking you up with your legs around his waist. “It’s okay y/n I’ve got you. I know it feels so good, huh? I only want you crying in my arms girl.” With that, he slides his cock right inside- both of you gasping and staring at each-other with open mouths. “I—“, you can’t manage to say anything else. Having just barely ended your first orgasm, your pussy starts to spasm- getting ready for one even bigger than you’ve ever felt before. “Ahh yeah that’s my girl”, Daryl laughs, “Oh fuck she’s gonna cum everywhere again isnt she?” He pulls back your head with fingers in your hair, forcing you to look at him once more. “Daryl- please I”, you feel crazy as you smile wide, your second orgasm about to hit. Looking over to the wall, you see him bouncing you on his cock mid air in the mirror- holding you up so easily, his balls slapping against your clit with each thrust. And that’s when it all ends. You scream and call out for him so desperately, as if he wasn’t holding and fucking you so good right now. As if he hadn’t fucked you into a new universe a million times already. You hadn’t realized he came inside of you until looking down at your pounded out pussy, dripping his cum everywhere.

Daryl knows just what your pussy needs all the time, and he will never fail to deliver.

[babyyblues]

Gone

Request: "Can you please do #9 “If I don’t make it out of this-” “Don’t say that, we will.”? Daryl and reader, M/F, go on a run and the reader sees a walker coming up behind Daryl. They attack the walker and kill it, but got bit in the process. #9 You can decide if they survive the bit or not"

prompt 21: “If I don’t make it out of this-” “Don’t say that, we will.”

Era: None mentioned, no spoilers

Summary: You and Daryl go on a simple run, but things in this world really aren't that simple anymore.

Word Count: 1,243

warnings: angst, descriptive gore/ descriptions of wounds, walker bites, death

A/n: a fic without the prison? who is she??? I changed the request a bit, hope you don't mind! I can't come up with titles for shit. Sorry this is so sad, I had a different ending planned but this one felt right. Anyways, enjoy :)

also this gif makes me so sad, sorry again

It was supposed to be an easy run. You and Daryl, your partner in crime. You were running low on, well everything, but when Rick had mentioned that Judith was running a bit low on formula, you and Daryl didn’t hesitate to offer to run to the abandoned strip mall that had multiple baby stores to see what you could find. It was quiet, you and Daryl had even been flirting for Christ’s sake. It was supposed to be easy. 

Now, your chest was tight, anxiety weighing heavily on your shoulders as the sound of the herd grew closer. The eye contact with Daryl was anything but reassuring, nerves practically radiating off of him. 

“We can’t stay in here, windows aren’t boarded, we gotta find somewhere else. Quickly,” you breathed. Daryl’s eyes darted around. 

“There,” he mumbled, signaling toward the smaller building across the street, “if we go now we can beat them to it. I’ll cover ya.” 

“Daryl-”

“We don’t have time to argue- we need to go now.” You sighed with a nod, looking around as you made a run for it. Daryl stuck behind, his crossbow aimed high in the case of danger. He watched as you grunted, hitting your shoulder against the door frantically. 

“Come on dammit,” you growled, hitting it once more before the wood broke. You snapped your glance back to Daryl with a nod, making your way into the store to clear it. The herd was unbelievably close, Daryl fighting his way through to get back to you. His heart dropped to his feet when he heard a blood-curtling scream leave your throat, followed by a round of gunshots. 

“Y/n!” he yelled, seeing nothing but red as he smacked the butt of his crossbow into the head of the walker in front of him before finding a clearing to make his way to you. He called your name again, pushing his way through the door, blocking it with whatever he could find, stepping back to make sure it would hold. Turning around, his eyes took in the scene, multiple walkers on the floor. When his eyes met yours, concern flooded his features as your lip wobbled and tears stung at your eyes. 

“Daryl,” you whispered, tears falling down your cheeks as you shook your head, “I’m so sorry.”

“What is it? Y/n-” his voice died down in his throat as his eyes landed on the dripping bite mark on your forearm, quickly snapping the eyecontact back up to your glazed eyes. He swallowed roughly throwing his bag down, abruptly pulling his button-down shirt off his back before tearing it into pieces. 

“Daryl what are you-” 

“Lay down, need ta bite on this,” he spat, making quick work to tie a makeshift tourniquet around your arm. You let out a whimper at the pain. 

“Daryl wait-” 

“We don’t have time! We have ta get it off ya!” he argued, wet eyes looking at you pointedly. You nodded, a small sob leaving your lips as you laid down, watching as Daryl grabbed the axe you had been carrying. Placing the ripped piece of cloth in your mouth, he took a moment to look at you, his eyes full of worry. 

“‘M sorry in advance, this ain’t gonna feel good.” He swung the axe down, Daryl’s stomach began to churn at the sound of the muffled scream you let out against the shirt.  He couldn’t help the tears that escaped his eyes as you writhed in pain, squirming on the ground as he continued the daunting task. 

Pain seared through your body, chills running up your spine. Daryl took a second, using his infamous red rag to wipe at the layer of sweat that caked your forehead. 

“‘M sorry, ‘m so sorry,” he grunted, “almost done, stay with me.” You began to drift out of consciousness, the world turning fuzzy. 

“Hey, Y/n, hey no. Stay with me, yeah that’s it. Good, we’re all done, jus’ gotta wrap ya up. Yer safe, I got ya.” he told you, wrapping what was left of your arm with the remainder of his shirt. Grabbing another rag from his bag, he wrapped it around your arm in an attempt to stop the bleeding. He pulled you close, holding you in his arms, grabbing the canteen before helping you to take a drink. 

“Daryl-” 

“Shh, ‘s alright, don’t have to talk,” Daryl comforted you, squeezing you a bit tighter when he felt you shake in his arms. You startled him with a cough, looking up at him with a weary smile. You inched your hand toward his cheek, your own tears falling as he nuzzled into your touch. 

“Dar,” you whispered, your voice hoarse and throat dry, “If I don’t make it out of this-”

“Don’t. Don’t say that, we will. ‘M gonna get ya outta here, yer gonna be okay.” You shook your head with a sad smile, coughing once more. 

“I love you Daryl Dixon,” you whispered, Daryl clamped his eyes shut with a shuttering breath before his piercing blue eyes met yours. His lip wobbled as he took your face in his hands. 

“I know, I know ya do. ‘N I love you.”  

You let out a chuckle, Daryl swiping his thumb to catch your tears. 

“You have n-no idea how long I’ve been waiting to hear that,” you spoke slowly. Daryl looked down at your arm, blood now soaking through the shirt. He readjusted, peeling his other shirt off to rewrap the wound. 

“D-daryl no, you- you have to go.” 

“What? Nah, I told ya, ‘m gettin’ ya outta here, jus’ gotta-” 

“Daryl,” you cried, “I’ll just slow you down, I-i’m not gonna make it Dar. There’s a back door. You need to leave, now.” 

“‘M not leavin’ without you!” he growled, the flow of his tears growing heavier by the second. He took in his surroundings, and it was a massive punch in the gut when he realized you were right. You had lost so much blood, it was all over him and the ground beneath you. Walkers were banging at the front door. And you- his beautiful girl- were far too weak to move or be moved. You were doing your best to keep your eyes open for him, but there was only so much longer you could hold on. He couldn’t deny the facts that were layed out in front of him, you were growing cold right in front of him. 

“Daryl please,” you mumbled, your eyes slipping closed, “ya don’t gotta do it you just need to get out of here.” 

“Can’t let you turn,” he whimpered, returning his hands to your cheeks, watching as you began to drift. You fluttered your eyes open wearily, the color beginning to dragon from your face completely. 

“Kiss me,” you breathed, “please.” He didn’t hesitate to softly place his lips on yours, his heart shattering as he felt you go limp in his arms. 

“‘M so sorry,” he sobbed, “m’ so so sorry sunshine.” 

Holding you for a minute longer, he begrudgingly placed his knife through your skull, unwilling to let you turn into one of the monsters who caused this. Saying his final goodbyes, and I love yous, he made his way out the back, making his way back to the car.  Pulling out a cigarette with his shaky hands, he lit it before pulling a long drag, unable to get you off his mind. 

[joprompts]

the great gatsby (2023 musical) starters. part one. *starters from the musical. slightly edited for rp purposes. adjust as necessary.

each night we're shooting for the moon.

you fight and return only to learn that you have lost her.

impossible, old sport.

i thought you disappeared, thought you were gone. buried you in my heart but as i moved on, i had this feeling as i was falling, the sound across the bay was the sound of you calling.

where's the party and can you take me there?

you're like the eyes of god.

she is late so i'm off to go scream in a jar!

run, runaway, let's drive until morning!

i am not okay.

we so-and-so's are so sophisticated!

though, i'm not showing, the baby's growing.

we'll go back to that kiss.

drown me in the bay!

soon, she'll walk through my door so what's an hour more? she wants to make me wait? well, dammit, i can wait!

how can she be gone? she's still everywhere.

he'll love this baby as his own.

all the years that we missed will blow away in the breeze.

save me, too.

for better or worse. for rich or for poor. my husband has delivered on the rich part, but the better, i'm not sure.

you know that there is no forgetting her.

soon, we three will be a million miles away.

only heaven knows what i might do. if i save you, will you save me too?

everybody is a tiny bit shady.

you know that i love you, did i saw i love you? i love you!

can you stop for a moment and just take in the view? no, darling, i'm looking at you!

you remind me of an absolute rose.

one mile down with seven to go.

soon, this will all be done. two lives will turn into one. we have a date with fate.

for better or worse, my vows have been made.

it was under a willow tree, i kissed the nicest girl i've met and time stood still.

it's so simple, that it's funny!

do you know what i did when my baby was born? you don't because no one was there.

i learned it is not what feels the best, it is what will hurt the least.

now you know why it's time to leave the valley of ashes.

no one understands how she can save me.

a lot of married men can't be trusted.

they say you can't relieve the past, but you know what i see? finally the past is catching up to me.

let's go before i change my mind!

where is my share of the heavens? my sliver of the silver sky?

i've been domesticated.

i should go right now!

so certain my soldier had been lost and with him half my heart.

i went to war for her. braved foreign shore for her.

will she see i've made my world in the image of her dreams?

you're a lighthouse.

"it's a girl," the nurse said and i broke.

come one-way road, no matter what!

the best thing a girl can be in this world is a beautiful, little fool.

once again, trouble in paradise.

do you know what i did when my baby was born?

the light's still green and we've only begun!

is this the latest thing, the latest thrill?

you have the eyes of god. who's gonna be his hands?

i have waited five years and today is the day.

someday soon, i'll have us all related.

no, you make a fool of me!

let my girl be a fool to whom it won't occur but the choices she makes in this life are never hers.

i kissed her and knew i'd ever stray.

we'll drive through the night, back to [location] and i'll marry you there, on your father's front lawn.

he wore a secondhand suit on our wedding day!

the reason i'm brave and the reason i'm broke.

had a past to rectify, made that nickel multiply.

it's a blessing and a curse.

forgive me for being his end.

[comic-book-fan-us]

Tyzula Week Day 3: Medieval AU/Dragons

     The dark cave mouth yawned before Ty Lee.

     “H-hello?” she called into the darkness. “Dragon? Are you there?”

     A powerful yawn echoed from the cave. After a few seconds, a young woman in a simple blue robe walked out.

     “Do you have any idea what time it is?” the woman grumbled. “You woke me up, ya jerk!”

     “Sorry, I, uh,” Ty Lee stuttered. “Doesn’t a dragon live here?”

     The girl rolled her golden eyes. “Dragons can shapeshift, dummy. I happen to prefer my human form. Is that a problem?”

     “No, no!” Ty Lee sputtered. Against her better judgment, she found herself inspecting the dragon’s face. She was… not unattractive. “Not at all…”

     The dragon cleared her throat, annoyed.

     “Oh, sorry,” Ty Lee yelped, before kneeling before the other girl. “My name is Ty Lee. I was chosen as a sacrifice by my village. We ask that in return for this sacrifice, you will spare our home for another ten years.”

     “Dammit!” The dragon girl slapped her forehead. “I forgot about the stupid sacrifice thing!”

     “Huh?”

     “My father was the one demanding sacrifices every decade,” the girl explained. “He died eight years ago.”

     “So… You’re not the great dragon Ozai?”

     “I,” she replied dramatically, “am the greater dragon Azula!”

     She punctuated the exclamation with a plume of blue fire from her mouth and nostrils.

     Before she could stop herself, the word “Hot” slipped out of Ty Lee’s mouth.

     In an instant, the dragon’s confident demeanor crumbled as her face turned red.

     “I-I mean that fire looks pretty hot, huh?” Ty Lee corrected, blushing herself. “Um, so… You’re not gonna eat me, then?”

    “W-what?” Azula’s blush grew deeper. “I don’t — You — Oh, the sacrifice thing.”

     “What did you think I was—”

     “Doesn’t matter!” the dragon insisted. “To answer your question, no, I don’t intend to kill you. My ego is far more restrained than my father’s. I don’t require a ritualistic murder every year to feel important. That being said…”

     “What?” Ty Lee asked curiously.

     Azula bowed her head nervously. “D-do you want to stay in my lair with me? Just for a few days? I’ll make sure you’re well fed and comfortable! I mean, it’s not like your family’s expecting you back anytime soon.”

     Ty Lee smiled, a warm feeling growing in her chest. “Sure, I wouldn’t mind that.”

@tyzula-week

[softhairedhotch]

another hotchgan fic, this time they've been married for some time. rest of the fics for this month will go back to being aaron x reader fics so keep an eye out for those :)

comfortember day eight: grief/mourning

aaron hotchner x derek morgan

derek visits the graveyard and aaron finds him there.

word count: 1k

content/warnings: mentions of death, insecurities, doubts, but there's comfort at the end <3 established relationship

comfortember masterlist here!

also on ao3!

visitor

Derek finds himself at the graveyard. He's not sure why he's there, it just feels right at that moment. It takes him a few minutes to gain the confidence to leave his car, drowning out the calling of birds and wind alike with music to calm his nerves. Finally, though, after he tells himself that there's nothing wrong with what he's about to do, he switches off the music, grabs the flower from atop of the dashboard, and jumps out before he can talk himself out of it again.

Finding the grave is simple enough, remembering the route from the funeral as if it happened yesterday even when it's been years. The hard part is getting himself within ten feet of it without feeling guilt claw viciously at his chest. Deciding that he's close enough for now, he stares at the headstone with a heavy heart. 

"I'm gonna talk to you from here, if that's okay," he says out loud, feeling embarrassed. "I just wanted to… thank you. Not for dying or anything, no, but for giving me the chance to get to where I am now. With Aaron." He huffs out a laugh, fiddling with the stem of the flower. "That's basically just me telling you I'm glad you're dead, isn't it? Well, I'm not."

There's no reply, although that's no surprise. 

"Aaron still talks about you all the time. And Jack. He misses you; they both do. I'm not sure why I'm here, to be completely honest with you, I just… I needed… I don't know." 

Derek takes a few tentative steps toward the grave, anxiety bubbling low in his gut. He doesn't like feeling this way. Like there's a weight on his chest that may never go away. 

"I think I'm here to see if, well, if what I did was okay. Dammit, that makes it sound like I killed you or something. That's not what I mean. It's…" He shakes his head in anger. 

Birds fly overhead, singing a tune he's heard countless of times. His mind wanders to Gideon and he smiles solemnly when he imagines the man telling him the species and what their cries really mean. Probably something along the lines of you're not alone or everything's gonna be alright, he thinks, although he's sure the man would have made that up just to ease his mind. 

Taking another few steps forwards, he finds himself parallel with the bench in front of the headstone. He figures that, since he's already made it so close, he may as well sit down, too. Taking a deep breath, he leans forward and gently places the flower down onto the ground. 

"I just hope you're okay with this," he whispers after sitting there in silence for a few minutes. "I mean, your sister is, but she's not you, and I feel like I need your permission. I don't know. Aaron and Jack are happy, I think, with me. In their lives. But… it's not you, I can't be… you." 

"And I'm not asking you to be her." 

Derek jumps, turning around on the bench so fast he gets whiplash, and he chokes on air. "Jesus, Aaron," he almost yells, hand moving to hold in his beating heart. "Warn a man next time!" 

"Warn a man when I'm coming to visit my ex-wife's grave?" He asks, a small smirk on his lips. 

"Well, no, I, no, I mean, dammit, sorry." 

Aaron smiles, sitting beside him. He reaches out for Derek's hand, bringing it to his lips and pressing a kiss to his knuckles before dropping their joined hands over his own thigh. "You don't have to be sorry, Der." 

"You're not mad at me for being here?" 

He hums in response, eyes reading over the text written on the headstone before him as if he hasn't already read it a million times over the past ten years. "'Course not. Why would I be? Haley would be happy to have visitors."

"I'm not sure she'd like her ex-husbands new husband visiting her, though. Practically stole you from her." 

"Now we both know that's not true," Aaron sighs, squeezing his hand. Derek avoids his eyes. "Hey, look at me. Please?" Derek hesitates before looking up at him. "She died before we even so much as acknowledged we had feelings for each other, and even if she hadn't, we'd still have been divorced. She'd be happy for us." 

"But… yeah, she would." 

"Then why are you here?" 

Derek shrugs. "Guess I've been having doubts lately." 

"About us?" Aaron asks, unable to hide his hurt. 

"What? No, no!" Derek turns in his seat, a panicked look on his face. "That's not what I mean at all. I mean… I don't know what I mean." 

Aaron sighs and nods, wrapping his arm around Derek and tugging him into his side. Derek hums and rests his head on his shoulder, looking at the grave. "You feel like you've forced your way into a family that already existed."

"How do I stop feeling guilty about that?" 

"I don't know what to tell you, Derek. But just know that I love you, and Jack loves you, and whether you feel like it or not, you are a part of this family. You didn't force your way in, we let you in. We allowed you into our lives because you make us happy. You have a place here. With us."

Derek's chest feels tight and it takes him a few moments to collect himself enough to speak. "You really mean that?" 

"Of course I do. Wouldn't say it if I didn't." Aaron presses a kiss to the top of his head. "You know I love you, right?" 

"Mhm. I love you, too."

"I'm glad. Now let's go pick up Jack from school, okay? He has a big project he needs help with." Aaron stands up and gently tugs Derek up by his hand. He presses a kiss to his index and middle finger before lightly pressing the on top of the gravestone for a few moments. "Hope you're okay," he whispers. "Miss you." 

Derek watches sadly, an ache in his heart. 

"So," Aaron says, turning back to him and beginning the walk to the car. "How do you feel about making a fake volcano?"

tag list: @hotchs-big-hands @criminalskies

[undertheknightwing]

WIP GAME

Rules: Post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigued them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! And then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Tagged by @not-so-mundane-after-all and if you don’t mind I'm gonna steal your idea since I don't have any active wips either, just ideas:

• First, obviously I'm always working on chapters. We're gonna ignore the fact that it took me two years to get to the chapter where the boys finally go on a date 🙃 but I'll give myself a pass since this is chapter 22 and I can't believe I got that far.

• Titanstober Week 4 idea that focuses on some of the horrible things done to Gar by the Chief, all seen by Rachel who somehow found herself able to wander in Gar's memories even though she hasn't been able to before and towards the end gets her answer when meeting someone very magical and powerful.

• Now to jump to another ship, I'm a sucker for re-writing episodes/scenes and I've been itching to re-write the kryptonite poisoning scenes in the s&l episode "Loyal Subjekts" to give my Jonny-Boy some hurt + comfort because it's just.. ughh.. that he didn't get sick too. He's got Kryptonian dna which means he should be affected by kryptonite. Simple as that. He's getting poisoned by kryptonite and Clark is gonna be a good dad who actually takes care of Jon for once dammit!

• Okay back to Titans, I thought about writing some kind of Christmas party fic that takes place like four years after season 4. It'd be wholesome but also bittersweet because everyone's grown up with their own lives. DickKory are living a life as normal as they can with Mar'i, Rachel is about to graduate college, and Gar's living in Metropolis with a roommate (who's also technically his co-worker) but is still the Red's champion so he's barely had time to see the Titans throughout the years. It'd be a shock to everyone that Gar actually has the time to attend the party. (that, or release the director's cut of "a very merry crossover christmas")

Now for ideas that probably won't be written but they've been stuck in my head for a while

• Since Gar is connected to life and death through the Red, I assume he can contact the afterlife and thought how emotionally damaging it'd be for Gar to visit his parents. Like I have this image of his parents afterlife being living peacefully in a cute little house where they can just enjoy each other's company, away from all the science stuff that took up their attention forever, and someday Gar shows up to finally talk to them again after so long. Heartbreaking family reunion stuff, ya know?

• In the same train as family stuff because I love it, it makes me very happy, I'm so soft for the idea of dad!Gar. It's been in my brain for years. He'd be so silly but so sweet,, I'm just in love with it 🥺💖 Anyway the idea would be Dick meeting Gar's son and being a mix of anxiety, pride, and "Oh my god I'm a grandpa and I'm not even 40". Mar'i would be super excited to have a nephew too.

• Krypto in s&l, that's all. He's Jon's dog because Jon deserves a dog.

• Jon in Wonderland au. I was obsessed with this idea, like it's all I could think about for a bit. (I have a couple drawings from the idea that I'd glady show you bestie if you ever wanna see 💙)

[bookshelf-dust]

another request for Gareth! what if artist!reader asks Gareth if they can draw him and he gets all panicky and blushy🥺🥺

(don't you dare worry if I'll like it or not, I know your work is going to be amazing as always and the important people is that you enjoy writing it!)

bane of my existence

gareth emerson x gn!reader

word count: 622

warnings: swearing, fluff

a/n: hi lovely! this was fun to write. the art kid in me enjoyed it. i hope you like this too!! <333 love you!

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You set down the piece of charcoal you’ve been using, start playing with your eraser. You stretch the putty out, trying to get some of the dust off of your fingertips.

“Gare?” You ask, something coming to mind. You’re sick of charcoal for today.

“Hm?” He’s sitting on your bed, raiding your comic book stash.

“Can I draw you?”

Gareth’s fingers freeze where they flip through an issue of Captain America, one with Sam in your favorite red outfit on the cover. The boy feels his face go red. He’s panicking.

Drawing him would mean you’re looking at him intensely for however long—long enough for you to pick on all his flaws.

“Are you sure you wanna do that?”

You nod, patting the eraser over the edge of your desk. There really is charcoal everywhere.

“Yes. You’re the prettiest boy I’ve ever seen. I think you should be documented.”

Gareth shuts the comic and sets it on the bed before running his hands down his face. He’s trying to hide the blush before you see it.

You look up at him. “I have a new pen I want to try too,” you say, but your voice softens even more when you notice his state. “Gareth,” you coo. “Don’t go all shy on me please.”

He puts his hands down and you grin at his reddened cheeks.

“I’m gonna hide again if you don’t stop looking at me like that.”

“I don’t have to if you’re really not okay with it, Gare.”

He finally makes eye contact with you. “No! No, it’s okay. Do I need to do anything?”

You grin again. “Nope. Just forget I’m here.”

He rolls his eyes. “That’s impossible.”

Now you’re the one blushing.

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True to your request, Gareth does his best to relax and go about his business of sorting through your belongings. Your comic book collection is much more extensive than his, and frankly, he’s kind of jealous.

You sit in your desk chair, one knee propped up with your sketchbook resting on it.

You started off using a pencil, sketching the prettiest parts of him—which proved difficult since they’re all the prettiest parts. You decided this would be more fun than a portrait or anything. Portraits stress you out.

Now your page is full of different Gareth features. His nose, his mouth. You’re working on the eyes now, the ink from your pen spreading over the paper to give him the long and unfair lashes he has.

You’ve used the pen to hatch some shadows in the areas that need them, and even if it’s a little messy—and by no means perfect—you’ve had fun drawing him.

You stand, capping your pen. You hand the notebook to Gareth, who looks over it so intently that it makes you nervous.

“Damn,” he says.

“Good ‘damn’ or bad?” You ask tentatively.

“Very good. Although I can tell you spent a little more time on my eyelashes than probably necessary.”

Your face splits in a grin and you take his in your hands. “Your eyelashes are the bane of my existence, Gareth Emerson.”

He laughs heartily. “And your nose,” you start. “And your mouth. And your freckles. Your everything.”

You tilt your head back, mock swooning. Gareth is bright pink, and you soothe your thumbs over the apples of his cheeks. “You really like them though?” You ask, needing reassurance.

His eyes dart to the page in your sketchbook again. You really are talented. Everything is so simple, the lines practiced though messy. “I love them,” he says.

Gareth pauses, looking you over.

“You have charcoal on the side of your neck, honey.”

“Dammit!” You exclaim, releasing him from your hold to examine the crime scene in the mirror.

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please let me know if you liked this! feedback is always appreciated!! comments and reblogs mean more than you know. <33

[samnia]

I FINALLY figured this shit out so could u maybe please make a Twdg Marlon x reader where maybe someone else in the school has a crush on the reader but Marlon also does or possibly the reader is really unpredictable and just kinda disappears and reappears out of nowhere, thanks for reading this ifu did😋😋

he third party is named Vicent (after Vicent martella)

Marlon had asked half the school where you were and still didn't have an answer! He hoped you weren't with Vicent, Marlon could sense that he was fond of you, maybe even trying to distance you away. But that wouldn't work. Being in one place for too long will bore you. Perhaps it's the same for a certain someone. He was going to need his coat back too, as winter was approaching.

Marlon saw Clementine pat A.J. on the back and hand him his pistol, then make sure it was loaded. Once A.J walked away, Marlon approached him. "Hey bud. Do you know where Y/n is?" Marlon asked, that came off more desperate than he expected. "Oh, she's gonna show me how to make maple syrup." He answered, A.J. mispronounced the "maple" like apple. It was understandable. It's possible he just heard of it until now. Being born in a place where there's no time to discuss past customs explains it well enough.

"Can I come with you?" Aj shook his head, a simple yes.

after a long walk there you were. Marlon was relieved. He was going pull you into a hug until a familiar voice spoke, "Hey Marlon, didn't know you were tagging along." Vicent said. Marlon sighed with disappointment. "We're almost done, I don't know why you'd come now." He teased. "Look, im here to be of use. Holding a twig isn't." Marlon snapped, subtly pointing at his hand. The tension between the two was ever-growing, and it was only a matter of time until Marlon punched him.

"Well, on the bright side, we have enough sap for everyone. A.j., try some!" A.j. walked over and cautiously hovered over it, "Y/n, is it poisonous?" He questioned.

"I can vouch y/n. It's good." Said Marlon. A.j. looked at Marlon hesitantly, and then dipped his finger in the pot and tasted it. "It tastes sweet." He claimed. A smile crept on his and Y/ns face, and Marlon cherished that. "It wasn't bad after all, was it? But I have to ask you and Vicent something. Can you go back to the school and ask Omar to cook it?" Y/n asked

"Yeah, you want to come along?" Vicent said. "I have to do other stuff." Y/n picked up a bucket and motioned for Marlon to join her. She held Marlon hand while walking to the fishing dock, making Marlons heart race faster than before and blush. "It's been a while since we were alone." Marlon said, picking up a spear and gifting the other to Y/n.

"Yeah, it reminds me of, never mind." They hushed. "Wait, of what? If you mind me asking." Marlon asked. He was intrigued. It wasn't every day Y/n speaks of the past. "When the outbreak happened, I'm going to be honest. All I wanted to do was be by you." Y/n whispered. He had lost he composure, but regained it and smiled. "I was childish back then. So you wanted to be with that?" He chuckled, Y/n replied, "I was too, so does it really matter?.

"Not really. I never thought you'd enjoy my company. I think we should get to fishing." They walked back.

Marlon had seemed unfocused. for example, he aimed to catch a fish but instead missed it, and his spear broke on a rock. "Dammit. I'll get another one. Stay here."

" I'll fix it, Your face looked red. What was on your mind?"

Marlon gulped at the question. He had wanted to spend time with Y/n and get some time alone with them to talk. However, his thoughts had been on something else, something that had been bothering him for a while now. "Nothing, just stressed about Vicent. That's all," he lied. "If you don't mind, why?" Y/n said. That encouraged Marlon to speak a small portion of what's on his mind.

" think you can trust Vicent? He's been shady lately." He whispered. "Kind of. Thanks for worrying about me, but that's not usually like you." Y/n teased. Marlon tensed up. "I can't help it, especially when it's you on the line." That came out more flirty and sincere than expected.

"I reckon that's not the only thing on your mind."

Marlon grabbed ahold of their hand. "You're right, I wanted to tell you, but it wasn't the right time. I've liked you for a while now." He finished. Y/n didn't seem to be involved, so in Marlons eyes, he could be rejected. Right here, right now.

Y/n smiled, "I've been waiting for you to say that."

Sorry for leading it off like that. I have some things to do, so I haven't had much time, I liked the first half, but the rest kind of died off. Critism is also welcomed, but don't be a dick about it.. Y/n lowkey has like 13 words the their name tbh

[obsidiansong]

Okay, I managed to get a few things in order; considering how even I don’t understand Byleth’s standards, sometimes, it takes a lot of time to sort through the way she is with sexuality and romance. But I got some things out of the way for sure -

First and foremost, as mentioned elsewhere, Byleth is incredibly demisexual, to the point where it’s easy to mistake her for asexual until she meets someone she’s romantically interested in. Her libido does exist, but it has absolutely no bearing on her behavior, nor does she feel any drive to satisfy it. If a normal person’s libido is like an itch, one that can be scratched for relief but potentially ignored if you have the willpower, then Byleth’s is like a faint headache - annoying to deal with, a bit distracting, but easily ignored.

As a result of the above, Byleth has zero experience with an actual sex drive, as once she starts feeling romantic attraction to someone, her libido practically kicks into overdrive, and she’ll begin exploring her body more, fantasizing about touching and being touched by the object of her affections, all the while being very confused by these new feelings. She’s gotten the talk from Jeralt and other mercenaries, so she’s not blind to the idea of sex nor that it’s how one has kids, but considering she’s never felt this sexual drive before, she’ll have no idea what’s going on and may even consult someone - most likely Manuela, if possible.

You might think Byleth’s inability to express herself well would make things awkward in the bedroom, and... well, you’re partially right. On one hand, while she’s perfectly receptive to tenderness and softer loving from her partner, unless they know her inside and out, sexually, she’s probably not going to emote much from less stimulating acts. On the other hand, it serves as a much easier gauge to tell when you’re doing something right, because the moment you find a sweet spot, she’s going to get very expressive - exploring her body until she actually emotes is a very good way to find her most sensitive erogenous areas.

Once she can actually get into doing the deed with her lover, Byleth will actually prefer to keep as much clothes on as possible during the act - even though her partner is someone she typically trusts implicitly, she still feels uncomfortable bearing her chest and back scars while in such a vulnerable state. Trying to consistently undress her all the way during sex will eventually drive her to lose the mood and back off entirely for a few days. It’s only once she feels comfortable bearing them to someone entirely that she’ll accept being fully nude during the act.

Byleth doesn’t really have any preferred positions, and will, in fact, often learn to prefer whatever positions her partner enjoys. Her sexual preferences are easily molded by her lover - if they’re a sub, she’ll learn to be dominant. If they’re a dom, she’ll sub in an instant. If they’re a switch, she’s just as eager to take on the opposite role they’re feeling. Does her partner prefer a certain position? Enough times in it, and she’ll start taking the initiative with it. One thing that is consistent, though, is that once she starts feeling more confident with her sexuality and her partner, she likes to tease, due to the mischievous side of her personality that awoke at Garreg Mach. If she’s in the mood, her partner will know because she’ll be doing her best to rile them up in turn.

Kink-wise, Byleth is almost as malleable as she is position-wise. She’s comfortable trying a lot of things with/for her partner, but there’s a few things she likes and dislikes immediately. On the likes side, Byleth will quickly discover that she finds it easiest to get going when outdoors; due to spending much of her time in camps or in the wilderness, Byleth feels most comfortable getting down and dirty out in the open, likely much to the shame and embarrassment of her partner. On the dislikes, she will instantly realize the moment that they try that she hates any form of bondage - even just tying her hands to the bedpost will make her uncomfortable and too antsy to get into the act.

Byleth is monogamous as fuck - not because she necessarily dislikes or disagrees with the idea of polygamy, but rather that her insecurities will not let her be comfortable with the idea of a polyamorous relationship. She might even feel romantic attraction to multiple people at once before she’s in a dedicated relationship, but if her partner so much as even suggests the idea of polygamy, prepare for her to get incredibly worried and paranoid. Her self-doubt will spike, she’s going to get very concerned that she’s not doing enough as a partner very quickly, and may even break down in their arms, begging to not be replaced. Byleth’s insecurities just simply don’t allow for anything beyond monogamy.