#my stomach goes on a rampage

[sparklingdwarf]

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[chrissturnsfav]

Following the anon i sent so I was thinking that singer!reader has always struggled with loving her like thighs and stomach or smt but hear me out if you’re comfortable with it maybe some mentions of self harm like

A scenario

So reader and Chris are laying in bed cuddling or some shit and he’s like tracing his fingers up and don on her thighs and he notices her scars orrr

They’re laying and he compliments her and she goes on a rampage of how she’s not and how ugly her stomach is or smt

⋆.˚✮ rapper!chris knows how to make singer!reader feel pretty

tw: mentions of body image issues

you're sat on the edge of the couch in chris' big living room, scrolling through photos on your phone. your gaze lingers a little too long on a paparazzi picture of yourself from last weekend, your legs prominently featured. a familiar wave of self-doubt washes over you, and before you can stop yourself, you mutter under your breath, "fuck, my thighs look huge."

chris, who’s been freestyling under his breath while jotting down lyrics in his notebook across the couch, freezes mid-bar. his head snaps up, and his eyes narrow, like he can’t believe what he just heard.

"hold up, what'd you say ma?"

you glance at him, trying to play it off. "nothing, forget it," you mumble wearily as you shake your head.

"nah, nah, we ain't doin' that." he gets up, his notebook abandoned on the coffee table, and strides over to you. "what’s this bullshit 'bout your thighs?”

you sigh, trying to avoid his gaze, but chris crouches down in front of you, his icy blue eyes locking onto yours.

"they’re just... big," you mumble. "like, bigger than they should be."

chris scoffs like you just insulted his entire existence. "bigger than they should be? mama, stop fuckin' wit me right now."

you try to laugh, but it’s weak. "i’m serious, chris. i see all these girls online with these slim legs, and then there’s me. i just feel...i dunno...out of place, i guess."

he sits beside you, shaking his head, still looking like he’s offended on your thighs’ behalf. "you’re trippin'. hard. have y'seen yourself? like, really looked at y'self? 'cause if y'did," he says, reaching out to lightly squeeze one of your thighs, "you’d know your thighs are perfect. thick, pretty, sexy as hell—are you serious?"

your cheeks heat up, and you roll your eyes, but he’s just getting started.

"y'know what your thighs say to me?” he continues and smirks a bit, leaning in. "they tell me you're perfect, tell me y'got the full package. tell me you’re built like a model, and that i’d be a dumbass not to appreciate you."

you can’t help but laugh at his over-the-top delivery, and he grins, knowing he’s getting through to you as he brushes his fingers lightly over the smooth skin on your thigh.

"listen baby," he starts, using his free hand to gently cup your jaw and turn your face to his, "i know the world tries to tell girls all this bullshit 'bout what they’re supposed to look like, but lemme tell you sum'n real: you are it for me. all o'you. those thighs you’re trippin' over? they’re one of my favorite things 'bout you."

he moves his hand down to your knee, his thumb drawing little circles. "so stop comparin' yourself to edited pictures on the internet, aight? you’re real, 'n you’re beautiful, 'n if anyone’s got a problem wit' that, they can see me 'bout it."

your chest feels lighter, the weight of insecurity lifting under his unwavering gaze and heartfelt words. you smile, finally meeting his eyes.

"okay," you whisper.

"okay?" he teases. "that’s it? after i jus' dropped the most fire compliments of all time?"

you laugh again, swatting his arm. "thank you, chris. really."

"'course," he says, pressing a sweet kiss to your forehead. "now stop geekin', i gotta go write a verse 'bout how my girl’s got the finest thighs in the game."

you roll your eyes, but your smile lingers long after he’s returned to his notebook on the other side of the couch.

𝗮𝘂𝘁𝗵𝗼𝗿'𝘀 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲: i'm not comfortable writing about self harm, so i hope this was good!

thank you for reading!! <3

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[villainousauthor]

Hero stares down at the paper in front of them with mounting dread. Their stomach is all tied in knots, and they feel a cold sweat at the back of their neck.

"You know, you don't have to do this if you truly don't want, I'm not forcing you." Villain purrs behind Hero, voice against their ear. The threat is unspoken. If Hero doesn't sign, they'll continue with their rampage. Continue killing, destroying, maiming.

The pen shakes in Hero's hand as they continue staring down at the paper. It's just a piece of paper, made of thick cardstock, cream white. Yet Hero has been staring at it for fifteen minutes, as if it'll bite them.

Certificate of Marriage

The font is too pretty, all stately and official looking. Hero feels as if they may throw up any minute.

"I don't understand why.." Hero finally finds their voice, asking the question that's been bouncing around in their mind since Villain first pulled the paper out as they suggested a truce.

"You already know my terms. In exchange for leaving your hero friends unharmed, for leaving the civilians of the city unharmed, I want you." Villain's voice is something possessive, filled with fire and heat. "This just makes it more official. More binding."

Hero shudders, and they feel as Villain steps closer behind them, a dark shadow looming over them. They know this goes beyond simply wanting to make their agreement more binding and they both know it.

"You know it's not legitimate- it's not legally binding without an officator." Hero stumbles over their words, not even sure if that's true.

Villain snorts, not usually one to be worried about legality of course. They put a hand to Hero's shoulder, warm and rough.

"I can find a priest to threaten. No one needs to know how and when we signed. Unless you'd rather make a big ceremony of this." Villain's tone is now teasing, amused by the idea of a wedding. "That could certainly be done if you prefer."

Flushing hot, Hero shakes their head quickly. No, they would not prefer that. This is already nerve-wracking and humiliating as is. A part of them wants to outright refuse, to tear the paper the shreds, and throw it in their face, but Hero knows this is the chance to get Villain to back down.

"I wouldn't be unkind to you." Villain says, voice suddenly softer and more serious. They lean forward, face resting against Hero's neck. The most terrible part is that Hero knows they mean it. They wouldn't be unkind or cruel, and that makes this all the more difficult. "You'd belong to me, but I'd take care of you."

Hero already knows there's no choice. They knew from the beginning that there was no other option. They have to do what is best for everyone else. Shakily, they finally nod.

"So selfless, so sacrificial to others." Villain says as they place a feather light kiss against the shell of their ear. "We'll have to work on that once you're with me."

They take Hero's hand currently holding the pen in their own, their grasp strong, as they lift it to the paper.

[artssslut2]

Champ

Summary: Arts wife goes into labor during one of his most important matches and Patrick is caught in the middle.

Art Donaldson x Reader

Okay it’s a little long but I like the way it turned out! Please send requests in!

It was July, it was hot and you were heavily pregnant. The combo did not go well, you were so uncomfortable and anyone around you longer than ten minutes knew it especially Art. Art felt terrible he didn’t know how to help, you were so irritated most of the times he felt like it was his fault. But if he acted like it was his fault you would cry and think your a bad wife so he just kept to himself and did the best he could, doing whatever he could for you.

You and Art had been back at home for a few months and were able to get the nursery all set up and were ready to welcome your baby girl. However Art had one last match before you planned to give birth. The U.S open. Luckily it was right by your house this year so you didn’t have to travel. You were doing your best to support his prep but you were kind of pre occupied.

It was the day before the match, Art was off because he always took the day off before a match to rest and reset,

“Can I get you anything babe?” Art asked you standing up from the outdoor lounge bed. It was a painfully hot day and your air conditioning had broke in your house so you and Art were outside relaxing

“No Art sit down. I should be getting you stuff you have the most important-“ Art cut you off while you tried sitting up

“Hey hey stop, it’s okay just relax, you have something big coming up too so let me take care of you” he said making you lay back down

“Art I’m such a bad wife” you started to cry, you felt pathetic, Art knew the drill

“Baby stop your the greatest wife you know that” Art knew what would make you feel better even if it would make him feel worse “can you… get me some water?” He offered more for you than him. You stopped crying and started to stand up and grab his some water,

“It is so fucking hot!” You yelled aggressively handing your husband your water, “I just need this baby to get the fuck out! My back hurts my feet hurt I’m huge and it’s so fucking hot!” You continued on your hormonal rampage Art stood up letting you finish which he learned was best. He walked up to you and wrapped His arms around you, you slowly gave in Art waited a minute before saying soemthing

“You know it’s so amazing what your doing for our little girl, I’m sorry it’s so hot out. But it two weeks we will get to see Lily, and hold her and I will never let her forget all that you did to bring her into the world.” He softly told you. You loved him so much he always knew what to do

“ I love you Art. thank you I’m sorry I’m such a wreck.” You said into his chest

“You’re allowed to be my love… want me to give you a back massage?” He offered, you just looked up at him smiling already going inside.

“I’ll text Patrick and tell him to bring over all of his fans.” Art said picking up his phone

The rest of the night you spent relaxing as did Art, doing some minor prep things for his huge match tomorrow. You knew he was nervous this is the first open of his career. Patrick had brought over four fans which helped but not much.

Throughout the night you couldn’t sleep which wasn’t unusual for you lately but this was different you were having some pain in your stomach and back. You have had Braxton hicks before but these felt different, you were pretty sure they were real contractions. This couldn’t be happening not now before your husbands big match. You tried to stay calm mabye it would pass and you were just over reacting. You decided not to say anything to Art, he needed to focus. If he knew that anything was wrong he would not play as well. Besides the contraction we’re very far apart and not frequent enough to worry anyways.

You picked out Arts outfit like you always did. Art was leaving before you to warm up and get ready.

“Patrick is gonna pick up in a half an hour, I don’t want you to have to drive right now” he told you, you rolled your eyes playfully at his over protectiveness. You may have protested but you didn’t think it was a good idea to drive either.

“Go get ‘em champ” you whispered before kissing him with your arms around his shoulders, he gave you a nervous smile then leaned down to your bump

“Hey Lily girl wish your daddy luck today, okay?“ he kissed your belly making you smile, she definitely was wishing him luck. Art kissed you once more before leaving. You finished getting ready, you had only felt one contraction since he left about fifteens ago. They were starting to get more intense, you wished Art was here to support you.

Patrick came though the front door as you were leaned over clutching the counter top in the middle of a contraction.

“Fuck y/n are you okay what’s going on!?” He rushed over to you putting his hand on your back, the contraction ended after about 40 seconds

“Yeah I’m fine. I’m just… I’m fine” you stuttered. Patrick looked at you knowing you were lying. He looked terrified “I think I’m in labor” you continued. Patrick’s mouth opened wider

“Well should I call Art?!” He panicked already grabbing his phone

“No! Don’t call him!” Patrick looked at you very confused “he can’t know this is the most important match of his Career he can’t miss it or be distracted. He can’t” you had tears in your eyes because of how terrible you felt that this was happening today.

“Y/n you gotta call him it will be fine” Patrick tried convincing you

“No Patrick! It’s fine the contractions are far apart and spontaneous, it might not even be real, and if it is we’ve got a lot of time so we are going to the fucking match and we are going to support my husband and not take this away from him! So get in the damn car right now so we aren’t late!” You ordered, Patrick hesitated then decided to listen to you. You took a deep breath and headed out to the car as well.

The drive to the stadium you had one more contraction only lasting 30 seconds this made you feel better because you knew they should be one minute before thinking about going to the hospital.

You and Patrick sat in the stands, Patrick keeping a very close eye on you. He was scared shitless and it was obvious. The coin toss just happened art was serving first he saw you in the stands and gave you a smile and a quick wave. You did your best to not look freaked out.

The match was going well art won the first set and they were on to the second it had taken about an hour and you had three more contractions but they weren’t too intense. The two player just started the second set when you felt another one hit you like a train this time in your back too, you gasped grabbing Patrick’s forearm tightly. You looked at you,

“Y/n, Y/n is that another one? Y/n”

“Just shut up” you said through gritted teeth squeezing his arm so tight.

“Pat you gotta do me a favor and time them okay? How far apart they are and how long they last, please” you asked him letting go of his arm.

“Of course. But we really gotta go I think we should at least tell someone on Arts team or-“

“No! It’s almost done he needs to win this I’m fine, my water didn’t even break yet” you interrupted him trying to believe your own words, but as the day progresses you started to panic more. You knew it was the real thing now.

It had only been about an hour but it felt like a lifetime. Art lost the second set so now they had to play a third. Contractions had really started to pick up and you didn’t know how much longer you could last.

“Y/n that’s eight minutes apart. Stop this you have to go.” Patrick told you trying to be firm

“Don’t you want him to win!?” You said in a whisper yell,

“I don’t want you to have his kid in the stands!” He whisper yelled back. A few people around you probably cougt on but you didn’t care.

“It’s almost over. Your supposed to go to the hospital at five minute and eight minutes is not five minutes Patrick” you said clearly not budging on your plan. Patrick put his head in his hands, he was a mess, sweating pale you’d think he was the one in labor.

It had been another hour and the match wasn’t over. Luckily things hadn’t progressed to much probably because you were just sitting this whole time. Contractions were six minutes apart. You were in so much pain you couldn’t believe it. You were trying to hide it from everyone but it was becoming harder. Patrick was bouncing his leg nervously and it was driving you insane.

“Patrick stop.” You said glaring at him

“I’m nervous okay. This is crazy”

“I know it is. But can you just stop being so annoying because I’m nervous too. I’m about to give birth on live television at my husbands tennis match.” You told him, he looked at you realizing he should stop being a baby

“You’re right y/n I’m sorry. It shouldn’t be too much longer now. Can I get you anything a water?” He offered putting his hand on your knee.

“Yes please thank you” you patted his hand but before he could stand up the crowd went wild. To be honest you or Patrick weren’t paying attention to the match at all. You looked down at the court. Art had won. You totally forgot about how much pain you were in for a second seeing the confetti fall down to the courts

“Oh my god Patrick!” You smiled Pulling Patrick in for a hug

“He won he fucking won! He’s won the US open!” Patrick cheered, everything felt unreal until another contraction came crashing through ruining the moment

“Fuck Patrick get Art we gotta go now” you said clutching him to help keep you standing, he held you up until it was over

“Okay I’m going just hold on” he said helping you sit down, Patrick ran down the stairs leaning over the edge to motion art towards him art had just finished shaking his opponents hand than ran over to him while simultaneously looking for you in the crowd. You couldn’t hear what Patrick said you just saw arts face go into shock as he was frozen then Patrick hit his arm and art leaped over the bar into the stands. People were still cheering like crazy. Art found you in the stands and bolted towards you kneeling in front of where you were sitting

“Hey baby what’s going on?” Art said out of breath and panicked

“I’m definitely having this baby now” you said feeling another contraction come on Patrick was right behind Art. Now the three of you had caught some attention. Art looked shocked and confused

“Oh my good um okay I’ll- i um- I don’t hav e my car here fuck” Art stuttered looking like a mess still sweaty from his match and in shock that he’s about to have a baby

“We can take mine come on!” Patrick said both boys helped you up out of the seat. The crowd was still cheering and arts coach’s and team were looking for him, he would explain later. He didn’t care about giving a speech or doing interviews or any of that all he cared about was you.

You all piled into the car after making your way through all the people, people were shouting at Art cheering for him asking for autographs but be totally blocked it all out. Art sat in the back you were in the front,

“How long have your been in labor?” He asked leaning over the seat from the middle

“Since this morning, we’ll kind of last night” you admitted feeling guilty all of the sudden

“What!? Why didn’t you tell me y/n!?”

“I couldnt! You had to play, you couldn’t miss this match Art!”

“Well I can’t miss the birth of our child either!”

“Well you didn’t! And I knew if you knew I was having contractions you wouldn’t play as well, and I haven’t had her yet and you won so we are all winners!”

“Guys! Mabye you should focus on the big picture?” Patrick shouted interrupting you and arts disagreement

“Your right I’m sorry baby, I’m just surprised. Are you okay how do you feel?” Art asked shifting to a calming compassionate tone that instantly made you feel more comfortable.

“I’ve been better. I’m just happy you’re here now. I was starting to freak out I thought the match would never end” you reached grabbing his hand looking back at him he looked at you and smiled

“We’re having a baby y/n” he laughed kissing you. Just then you felt something pop, your legs became wet. Fuck.

“Shit I think my water just broke” you cursed looking at Art terrified, you saw Patrick grimace probably worried about his car seat

“Uh um. It’s okay baby we’re almost there just take deep breaths” Art said stroking your arm. Art was terrified but he knew you were too. He didn’t have time to freak out and he needed to be there for you in case you freaked out.

“Fuck I’m scared Art.” You whimpered you hadn’t even realized how scared you were because you were so focused on trying to get through the match.

“I know. Me too. But your already doing so great. I can’t believe you were doing this all alone”

“I mean I was there too” Patrick chimed in but you both ignored him

“Your gonna be such a good mom y/n I’m so proud of you my love” you spoke softly cupping your face. Another contraction ripped through you the worst one you’ve had yet you let out a gutteral moan grabbing Arts hand, you could hardly breath. You couldn’t talk through it, it was much more intense now.

“Patrick how far away are we?” Art asked trying to stay calm

“ like ten minutes but we’re stuck in traffic so I don’t know” he said also trying to stay calm

“I don’t want to have a baby in Patrick’s car” you cried as you felt the contraction coming to an end

“You’re not baby it’s okay we will be there soon” Art reassured but was terrified you might actually have a baby in his best friends car.

You had been sitting traffic for ten minutes and your contractions were now four minutes apart. You were arched off the seat grabbing your stomach trying to get through the contraction, Art looked like he was about to cry from seeing you in so much pain. Patrick looked angry that there was so much traffic.

“Your doing so good y/n/n, just keep breathing okay?” He said stroking your hair.

“Art what do we do?” You asked scared that the traffic wouldn’t let up

“We um we-“

“Finally!” Patrick yelled seeing the traffic break. Everyone sighed with relief.

You had finally made it to the hospital and were settled in a room laying down with Art kneeling by your head stroking your hair. Art sent Patrick back to let his team know why he left and make sure everything was okay. Your labor seemed to be at a stand still, no progress had been made since you arrived.

“Hey I never told you how proud I was of you champ.” You said facing your husband smiling putting a hand on his face

“Well you were kind of busy” he laughed kissing your nose

“Sorry we couldn’t celebrate”

“This is a pretty good way to celebrate are you kidding?” He chuckled

“We’re gonna be parents. Like tonight” you whispered sweetly to him he had tears in his eyes

“Thank you for going through this all baby I owe you everything” he kissed you.

It had been another hour. Very little progress had been made you were so frustrated and just wanted to get your baby girl out and hold her. They suggested walking around to help move the process along which was the last thing you wanted to do. But here you were walking around with Art right by your side. Another contraction came on and you helped in pain, your arms were around arts shoulders as you leaned down in pain. He held you up and swayed you back and fourth.

“I can’t do this anymore” you cried grabbing your husband for dear life.

“What can I do for you y/n how can I help you babe” he asked wholeheartedly

“Can you help me walk, I gotta hurry this up” you said breathlessly. Art came behind you and wrapped his arms under your armpits and walked with you, pretty much for you. You couldn’t ask for a better father of your child. He was the most supportive guy you’d ever seen. He would do this for hours for you.

Now you were settled back in bed exhausted. It felt like an eternity had gone by but then the nurse came in to check you.

“Alright your ready to push I’ll call the doctor in” she smiled. You were shocked and scared. You looked at Art

“What? I don’t I can’t I’m not ready I can’t-“yes you can y/n. I know you can. Your the strongest person I know you’ve made it this far I’ll be here the whole time.” He instructed you. You looked up at him with tears nodding.

It had been half an hour and you were still pushing not making much progress. Everyone could tell you were exhausted.

“Y/n cmon you have to push harder we gotta get this baby out” the doctor said

“I can’t … I can’t do it anymore” you cried feeling lifeless. Art didn’t say anything he just climbed in bed behind you and straddled you holding you up with his body.

“Now y/n push” the doctor told you again

“Baby look at me just look at me. You can do it only a few more than you’ll be able to hold Lily. Okay? You got this champ” he told you tears in his eyes too. You let your head fall back on his shoulder as you screamed in pain pushing as hard as you could. Art was holding you legs back with his arms around you.

“Good good, just one more y/n” the doctor told you

“Your doing so good darling just one more” art was in tears you couldn’t see but you knew. You have one more push before hearing a very loud cry

“Oh my god” you cried as they Laid your daughter on your chest

“Congratulations you have a little girl. “ the doctor smiled. Art was speechless and balling, he couldn’t believe his baby was here he was holding the love of his life who was holding the other love of his life that you two created together, it was a perfect moment.

“We gotta have more Art she’s so cute” you said crying harder every second, everyone in the room laughed,

“I can’t believe it y/n. Thank you so much thank you so so much” he said crying into your hair. He reached his arm around to the baby who grabbed his finger with her tiny hand. You both cried with joy

“Oh my god look at her fingernails” Art said still in disbelief “there so tiny”

“Art we have a daughter” you said to him as he kissed your cheek multiple times

“Does she have a name?” The doctor asked

“Lily” you both said at the same time smiling. You and Art decided on her middle name a few weeks ago

“Hi Lily Jane” you whispered kissing her head. You were so content with your family. All the pain and tears were 100% worth it.

Later on that night Lily was cleaned and wrapped up in a cute little blanket with a hat on in her dads arms next to the hospital bed asleep. Art was smiling down at her still teary eyed. After examining all your babies features you decided she was a clone of her father. She had your lips but his everything else. Even a little speck of brown in her blue eyes that made your heart swell. You had never been more tired but you also had never been happier.

“She’s so beautiful” Art whispered trying not to wake her up “I could look at her for hours.” He smiled

“She looks just like you baby” you told him, he looked at you then her and smiled

“ I don’t know I see you a lot in her too” he told you. Just then you heard a knock at the door and saw Patrick’s head poke through, he was carrying the trophy Art had won

“Hey I thought I’d bring this by” he said quietly “is now a good time?” He asked softly, you nodded and he came into the room

“Wow.” He said carefully walking over to Art staring at the baby in his arms “She’s uh wow she’s-“

“I know.” You finished knowing his was mezmorized by his niece.

“I’m so proud of you guys” he said speaking from the heart

“You wanna hold her?” Art looked up at his best friend

“Oh I don’t know she looks pretty comfortable”

“Oh come on she’s gotta meet her uncle.” Art said standing up and handing him the tiny baby. Patrick took a deep breath staring at her

“Jesus Art she’s your twin” he laughed “Let’s hope she doesn’t get your ears” he teased

“Yeah Pat your one to talk” he he teased back.

Patrick didn’t stay long it was getting pretty late. You and Art decided to announce it on his social media to fill everyone in on why he rushed out of there after winning. He posted a picture you took of him holding Lily in one arm and his trophy from that day in the other. He captioned the picture with

@ArtDondson:

I didn’t think my day could get any better… but it did. Welcome to the world sweet Lily Jane, she’s already our little champ🤍

Of course the post blew up and many people commented and reporters contacted him but he ignored it. At least for now. He had never been so happy with his life than in this moment. This day would go down in history for the Donaldson family.

[sarcasticlcves]

Dating The TVDU Women Includes

Katherine Pierce:

You knowing her since 1491

Katherine turning you into a vampire, so you could both be together "forever"

Her being severely protective over you

Stefan and Damon going after you to get to her

You and Katherine both being chased by Klaus for 500 some years

Being shocked when Nadia (Katherine's daughter) shows up looking for Katherine

Comforting Kath when Nadia gets bitten by Tyler and is slowly dying

Both of you being stabbed with the traveler knife and dying together

A/n~ I cried making this one. I miss my bby Kathy 😭💔

Hayley Marshall:

You being a werewolf/witch hybrid

Klaus threatening you to not hurt his little or littlest wolf or you won't be able to see the light of day again

Being a stepmom/mentor to Hope

"When I said give it your all and punch me in the stomach, I didn't actually mean it Hope!" "Sorry mama..."

Being besties with Rebekah and Freya

Hayley being super cuddley

Her being super protective of you. Even going as far as to threaten Klaus and Elijah

"If I hear that you two idiots lay a single finger on y/n, I will personally bite your heads off! Got it?!"

*Klaus and Elijah nodding, scared for their fucking lives* "we got it" "we won't touch her, we promise"

Being present when Hayley throws herself and Greta into the burning sun

Despising Elijah after that day and never forgiving him (I hated Elijah after that. I don't care if he didn't have his memories or what)

Only staying in the Mikaelson family compound for Hope's sake

When Klaus died, you adopted Hope and moved to mystic falls so she could enroll in the Salvatore school

Raising Hope because you knew that's what Hayley would want for her

Hope Mikaelson:

Being a Tribrid like Hope

Knowing her since you both were little kids

Hope being very closed off and distant with you at first

Her slowly opening up and being more vulnerable with you as time passes

Hope being a very affectionate person behind closed doors

Hope being super overprotective

This bby also gets very jealous very quick

You being best friends with Lizzie and Hope despising your guys friendship

Dark! Tribrid! Hope Mikaelson:

When Hope goes full dark Tribrid, you were by her side through all of it

Even when she snapped Lizzie's neck right infront of you

When Lizzie got sired to Hope you got jealous and protective reallll quick

You even went as far as to kill your own girlfriend to break the bond between them both

And let's just say Hope was not happy when she woke up...

"You killed me because you were jealous?! Fine, let's see how you like getting your neck broken"

After all the arguing you two weren't on the best terms

Hope distanced herself from you a lot and her trust in you went to 0%

Yeah, I wouldn't recommend dating dark! Tribrid! Hope and pissing her off...

Lizzie Saltzman:

Being a Tribrid

Lizzie siphoning from you a lot

You being very protective of this sweet, sensitive little baby

You helping her through her episodes

Being present when Lizzie wakes up and turns into a Heretic

You having to teach Lizzie everything she could possibly know about vampires

Lizzie being very clingy and vulnerable with you

Going on a rampage when you find out Lizzie was sired to Hope

"I swear I will gut you like a fish Mikaelson!"

"Baby...calm down please.."

Hope knowing to not mess with Lizzie while your around

Jade Salvatore:

You and Jade both being stuck in the prison world together

Her humanity flickering when she's around you

She's VERY possessive

Not to mention jealous

You despising Kai Parker

"Oh, would ya look at that. I get to gut you again today"

"Well shit-"

A/n~ i didn't really have many idea's for Jade, so this was all I could come up with

[awkward-halfhug]

probably not the best sedative | eleventh doctor x reader

summary: pseudo-morning shenanigans

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contents: fluff, some name-calling, the doctor being a 'genius'

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After that first successful sleepover situation, it became a habit. A routine. A tradition. When you get back from adventuring, you both go your separate ways to freshen up, grab a book to read (in your case), or a a gizmo to fiddle with (in his case), and meet up in one of your usual spots in the TARDIS to decompress, until finally you both fall asleep. 

After he woke up that first time, curled up in a ball on your lap, your legs tucked under you and your upper body curled around his in a way that made him cringe in sympathy for your poor back, he had felt an odd mix between embarrassed, endeared, and incredibly proud of himself for such a great idea. 

For one thing, one of your hands had somehow found its way into his hair at some point. The pressure of your fingertips on his scalp was completely foreign and entirely thrilling. He had been almost afraid to move for fear of breaking the peace and beauty of the moment. 

Almost. But he had really needed to pee. 

Your groggy, half-asleep state had been endearing and if his bladder hadn't been about to burst he would've liked to enjoy it longer. 

Fortunately for him, he would be getting to see a lot more of that cute pout in the weeks to come. 

He's looking at it now, in fact. 

"Hey sleepyhead", the Doctor murmurs into the pseudo-morning air. 

A few simulated birds chirp in the distance to each other. Coupled with the holographic display of the sun rising, the effect is incredibly peaceful. That, and the (safe amounts of) solar rays the TARDIS stores and emits through her projected 'sun', is apparently effective in its goal of keeping you on a regular sleep schedule. The Doctor, too, has been benefiting from these modifications you requested. He feels healthier somehow, more energized. And, surprisingly, happier. Although he's not about to admit this to you, or to the TARDIS for that matter. 

You smile sleepily as you stretch out your tired limbs. 

"M'rnin'" you mumble, before curling back into the Doctor's side. 

The Doctor chuckles in response and tugs you closer. He's never been one to pass up an opportunity when it's right in front of him. The cuddling and the holding each other has grown in frequency and ease since that first sleepover/snuggle session/whatever it was, but it still hasn't lost any if its novelty. Or its comfort.

He holds you close for a little while longer until he feels himself starting to drift off again. He's almost asleep when he hears an animal, very close, and from the sounds of it, possibly very angry. 

His senses on high alert, he whips his head around the room searching for the danger. If he can identify the creature quickly enough he can hopefully protect his companion in time, should it attack.

Had he left the door to the hatchery open again? He wouldn't put it past himself. It's happened plenty of times in the past. Although, the particular species residing there these days isn't one he feels keen on introducing to you. At least not this way.

He's just creeping off the couch, slowly, not making any sudden movements, when he hears it again.

Finally he identifies it.

You crack one sleepy eye open and frown at him when he busts up laughing. He leans back to his original position and scoops you up into his arms. 

"Should I start keeping you in the hatchery?" He asks between chuckles.

You just blink at him in confusion. Suddenly your stomach growls, loudly, demanding it be paid due attention. Your eyes widen and your cheeks color.

"I think I'm hungry." You say, timidly.

The Doctor just laughs louder. You smack him lightly on the chest and he calms down a bit.

"Come on then, we better feed the little beast before it goes on a rampage."

You both climb off the couch reluctantly and let the TARDIS lead you to whatever hallway she placed the kitchen in today.

After eating their meal, you sit together in companionable silence, allowing your brains to wake up for the day. Well, allowing your brain to wake up. His is wide awake now.

His mind is usually spinning a hundred miles an hour every waking minute of the day. And keeping him awake at that. But lately his mind seems to have calmed considerably. It's amazing the affect the woman sitting across from him can have, without even trying.

When you're apparently awake enough to think clearly, you break the silence. "What was that about a hatchery?" 

The Doctor manages to restrain himself from laughing any further at her expense, but he can't keep the smirk from his face as he replies.

"Nothing, dear."

"Dear?" You lift a bemused eyebrow.

Panic. Panic panic panic. That's all his mind supplies him at first. Maybe you've made him a little too relaxed. He still manages to come up with a genius cover for his blunder.

"Er, the hatchery. It's nothing. Have one here. Was talking about that. You gonna finish your tea? I'll finish it if you don't want it."

Before you could comment further on the sudden term of endearment, the Doctor swipes your teacup out of your hands and starts guzzling it as though it weren't scalding hot. Which it is. 

"I was drinking that!" You cry, your face warring between outrage and confusion. Good.

"Sorry. Just couldn't resist. Yours just looked so much better than mine." The Doctor emphasizes this statement by grabbing his half-full tea cup and tossing it in the sink a few feet away, without even looking behind him. It lands with a crash and he flinches.

You blink owlishly at him. Crisis averted.

"So, where to today, my love?" The Doctor can feel his eyes bulging out of their sockets. His mouth has a mind of its own apparently and it's scheming against him.

You barely have time to get out a confused little "Wha-?" before the Doctor ploughs on ahead for some damage control.

"I was thinking we could visit Burr. Lovely little planet. Bit off the beaten path in the next galaxy over, but the views are spectacular. Interesting people, the Burrans. Manners are a bit different in every culture, you know. Have to follow their rules or risk offending them. Wouldn't want to end up in another jail cell would we?

You look a little distracted but you nod in agreement. "What are their rules of conduct then?"

The Doctor swallows. "Oh nothing too different from what you're used to. Cursties, bows, sirs and ma'ams, the like. And we have to call each other pet names."

"Pet names?" You repeat, as though you hadn't heard him right.

"Pet names." The Doctor smiled innocently.

Suddenly your expression changes from dazed to comprehension. And..is that disappointment?

That is definitely disappointment! It was just a twinge of it and it's gone now but it was there! The Doctor feels like he's won something, though he's not sure what.

You're smiling at him now, clearly amused. "So, are we practicing now then? Um...sweetie?" You cringe after you say it, hiding your face in embarrassment.

He laughs in relief and delight. "Oh, come now, you can do better than that, sugarplum." He's positively beaming now but he can't help it. He's enjoying himself too much with this.

You pull your hands from your face and look him straight in the eye, determination etched in every feature. "Cupcake" you say, clearly fighting off a silly grin.

"Pumpkin" he retorts.

"Honey bear" you fire back.

"Gumdrop" he laughs.

"Buttercup"

"Darling"

"Cuddlebug" you smirk as you say it. You're  teasing him, the minx.

He raises an eyebrow. "Sugar lips" 

Your mouth hangs open. "You are not calling me 'sugar lips'"! 

The Doctor laughs at your expression. "Why not?"

"We've never kissed, so how would you know if my lips are sugary or not, hm? So you can't use that one." You arched a brow as if to say 'checkmate'. 

The Doctor just hums a bit. Nodding to himself and debating.

Internal debate over, he leans across the table and places a kiss right on your smirking mouth. You gasp at the contact and he takes the opportunity to pull your bottom lip in between his teeth and sucks on it gently, running his tongue across quickly. You make a little noise and he pulls back just slightly, releasing your bottom lip and placing a little peck to your mouth before returning to his original spot across the table.

The Doctor has never seen you look more flustered than at this moment. You're gaping at him like the cutest little fish and a blush is covering your entire face, your neck, and your ears. He couldn't wipe the smirk off his face if he tried. 

The Doctor stares your straight in the eyes, licks his lips and says "Yep. Sugary. Almost too sugary. You really do put quite a lot in your tea, don't you?"

You try spluttering out an answer but it's basically gibberish.

"What's that, sugar lips?" The Doctor lifts a smug eyebrow.

Realization dawns on his companion's pretty face. "You- you did that for-? Just because of-?" 

Well not just because of the pet-name. Not really because of the pet-name at all. But you don't need to know that.

"Am I well-informed enough to be able to call you sugar lips now, sugar lips?"

"No!" 

The Doctor makes a move toward you again, but you splutter quickly "Yes! Okay, yes! You are well-informed. I am in total shock of how well-informed you are." You huff and he sits back down in his chair, well pleased with himself. 

"That settles it then. Go get dressed, we'll make a quick pit stop and then off to Burr!" He drums his hands happily on the kitchen table and skips away to set the coordinates.

First stop, a nice little bakery with a nice long line the Doctor can leave his companion in while he sneaks back to the TARDIS.

Second stop, Burr, a century or two before he plans on taking his companion. Spread a rumor here, make a comment there. Pet names will be commonplace etiquette before they know it.

Third stop, back to the bakery, his companion none the wiser.

And then obviously, fourth stop, back to Burr with you. 

The Doctor sighs. Another genius idea. The rapid torrent of his thoughts may have calmed down some lately, thanks to his lovely companion, and he might feel more relaxed, but his mind is still as sharp as ever. Sometimes he amazes even himself.

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[quitealotofsodapop]

I have another long thing in my notes. Honestly, if I'm being too much, just tell me at this point. xD

"Peach -" Macaque pauses, taking in the crouched form of the other monkey as he sits at a cliffside. With a sigh, he continues, "Wukong. What are you doing out here? It's cold! Come back to camp where thenfire can keep you warm."

"I quite like the cold right now, thanks." Wukong replies, back still turned against the shadow, gazing out over the horizon. "It's... it's better."

"Then at least let me get a cloak or, or a blanket for you! The last thing we need is you getting sick in your condition!" Macaque continued to fret, stepping forward only to backpedal as Wukong's fur puffed up and he let out a hiss, venom dripping with every word.

"My condition!? You sure as hell didn't give a rats' ass about that earlier!"

"I didn't know! Wukong I swear, I would never have-"

"That's not an excuse, Six-Eared Macaque!" The king reprimanded, turning to pin him with a burning glare, "You didn't know because you didn't want to! Do not forget that I know your abilities as well as you know mine! If you didn't know today or yesterday you would have known tomorrow all at once!"

"I-" He couldn't answer because Wukong was right. His six ears hearing goes beyond the ability to hear nearly everything, but the ability to hear nearly any time past, present, and future as well. The moment he first heard of the rumors about Wukong being free and rumors of his condition, he could have used his abilities to find out rather than needing to be told midbattle to prevent him from striking Wukong in the stomach. "I'm sorry."

"I didn't want an apology for that, idiot." Wukong grumbled, turning back the horizon, "I wanted my mate! I waited for you, and you didn't come. You ran away, again."

Macaque tensed, suddenly reminded of a cave under a mountain approximately 500 years ago. Wukong wasn't implying what he thought, was he? Was he truly waiting since their fight!?

"That... Wukong I wasn't running away back then!"

"I know. I pushed you away." Wukong said, "This isn't about that. I know who is at fault for that fight we had. What I want to know is why you never returned. Why is it that I went to Flower Fruit Mountain after I was freed to find our people missing both their king and queen? Why was the Jade Court allowed to rampage for so long against our people!? And most importantly... why did you wait until now to reach out to me? I know you knew I was freed years ago. I saw the shadows."

Wukong's voice broke at the last word, blinking his red-gold eyes. There was a particular shine to them as Wukong fiddled with something under his scarf. A cord of black and flash of purple amethyst made Macaque's own heart stop a moment. "I want to know why my mate abandoned everything we swore to protect."

"I..." Macaque swallowed around the lump in this throat, hand unconsciously going to where a cord of orange fur and citrine stone was hidden under his own scarf, "I'm sorry. I- I needed time. Away from... everything. I hadn't known what to do when Erlang was ordered to attack the mountain."

"Five hundred years wasn't enough time to find yourself?"

:eyes: I am looking respectfully

I am LOVING this conflict!

Wukong and Macaque having a very frank discussion on why Mac abandoned their kingdom to pursue his acting dream, leaving the island without a ruler.

Even if Macaque had stayed a few years or came back every so often - whether to "clean house" (ie. take care of hunters) or to return stolen monkey demons he found in the entertainment industry, he still became an absent leader. Macaque hates to admit that he abandoned their kingdom, just as badly as many accuse Wukong of doing when embarked on the Journey

I love the detail of Wukong and Macaque having pendants matching their mate. Still held close to their hearts after so long.

Lots of counselling is required for these two before they are back to married couple-mode.

your writing is so GOOD

[allwormdiet]

Buzz 7.7

Nazi capes fuck off, again

Okay, cool, the Protectorate needs to have one or more Triumvirate members mobilizing for Brockton Bay fucking immediately.

I'm certain that Alexandria or one of the others will be here any second now to deal with this televised brutality that's currently going uncontested in a Protectorate city

(The BB Protectorate doesn't get shown doing a whole lot during this particular incident, and frankly I don't think that means they're doing nothing. We see one front of the Empire's offensive and we know there are others who can cause just as much damage if left alone, plus the only Protectorate members who are maybe equipped to deal with Purity are Armsmaster and Dauntless, but given her flight and sheer destructive capability I'm not sure. I'm not so dismissive as to say they're letting this all slide, whatever they're doing is likely off-screen so to speak.

But the higher-ups should have sent in someone who could actually knock Purity's head concave, and frankly I trust them even less for not doing it with this or with Bakuda's threats.)

We get more of this later, but I think this is the first real sign of where Brian and Taylor's sensibilities diverge. Taylor's given up on being a superhero, but she still wants to be a good person, and that means that when fucking Nazis are running around burning down the city she wants to stop them, not least because they're being blamed for this rampage. Brian's priorities are different: his number one priority is his people, family or team or otherwise, and everyone else is a very distant second. As long as the Empire doesn't manage to come down on anyone he cares about, he's willing to let the city take whatever they dish out in the meantime.

This difference of opinion is going to come to a head in pretty short order, but we already see the friction before that.

Who the fuck decides whether the Triumvirate gets put on a job or not? If Alexandria or one of the others is hearing about this, can anyone actually stop them from holding back if they want to come out and put an end to this? If somebody can hold them back, that someone is at best wildly incompetent. If nobody can hold them back, I automatically hold those three in deep fucking contempt. Take a day trip and beat the shit out of some fucking Nazis, how is that such a burden?

Also, "genetically pure or not." What a fucking winner we have here, no wonder there are Purity stans who want to redeem her with the power of love or whatever.

So, this is an execution on live television. Of a cameraman, who was just the unlucky son of a bitch to get chosen for this demonstration. Are there genuinely people out there who believe the idea that the Empire is "civilized" compared to the other gangs? Some kind of lesser evil? Who reads this and goes "well actually I think that Kaiser and his followers are misunderstood and quite noble" go fuck yourself

Taylor gets fucking mean when she's not keeping a lid on it, huh?

Yeah of course the only thing she gives a shit about is her stupid baby. God I hope they figure out how to take custody from her or something, nobody deserves to be raised by a maniac like that.

Thank you Coil, that's very helpful of you Coil, this does nothing to tarnish your carefully constructed image of being in total control of the situation Coil.

Yeah, so. Proof that Purity is too strong for the local Protectorate to handle.

Also glad to see that Brian can be convinced of the right course of action once someone leans on him enough. There's only so much collateral damage he can stomach, it turns out. Hopefully that means he gets his head out of his ass about Dinah.

I don't think Taylor knows Brian well enough to have a real insight into his moral stances. A month into most of my friendships over my life I couldn't tell you how they'd respond to the trolley problem or whatever, except for the one girl who considered the trolley problem to be a stupid joke of a philosophical exercise and didn't really shy away from that.

I think she just kind of assumed that the two of them being alike in other ways, and seeing him in a particularly positive and flattering light, meant that he'd be on her side with whatever moral quandaries might come up as parahumans.

I'd say it's best she get over the shock now but she's not done being shocked by her peers this arc.

Sighs

These fuckers

Taylor having strong opinions on particular power sets is pretty funny.

Current Thoughts

Taylor you really gotta stop putting the people you like up on pedestals, it's just gonna lead to hurt and disappointment

Fucking hate Purity and the rest of her merry little band of Nazi fuckwits. I hope the Endbringer kills them to a one.

This upcoming fight is interesting tbh. I don't think it's the coolest or anything, but it's a display of how someone with a hard counter to your superpower doesn't mean an automatic loss, it just means a really fucking hard-fought win.

[crackrodent]

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Niffty's Rampage

Husk sat at the bar reading the morning paper while Niffty repeatedly stabbed him in the leg. He felt the plastic tip press against his furry skin as the rest of the knife retracted back into the handle. Despite the smooth point on top it still hurts to have your leg stabbed ten times a second for an hour straight. He tuned out the tiny chaos gremlin while plotting how to kill the jackass who gave her the knife. He could never though. Quiet plotting. Therapeutic purposes only. Then it stopped. A small hand could still be felt on his calf so he looked down.

“Hi Husker,” Niffty said skittering away to find her next victim.

Vaggie was still sleeping, although not as peacefully since Charlie climbed out of bed an hour ago. She tossed herself onto her stomach in hopes of getting another fifteen minutes tops. Her head now snuggled into Charlie’s pillow. She was at peace.

Niffty slowly crept up on her prey until she pounced onto Vaggie’s back and started stabbing her right between the currently concealed wings.

The soldier reacted on instinct and flung the tiny sinner across the room while reaching for her angelic spear. The blade was at Niffty’s neck before Vaggie even had time to identify the intruder. Niffty looked up at the Exorcist with tears in her eye. The two one-eyed women stared at each other for a moment until Niffty’s small frame started to shake and Vaggie lowered the weapon.

“Niffty, don’t be an asshole and wake people up like that. You could have been a whole mess if I didn’t catch myself.” Vaggie walked away to the bathroom and shut the door behind her.

A softly crying Niffty walked into the hall and started walking back to the bar to get Husker. She couldn’t even see Baxter until they collided.

“Niffty, what's wrong?” Baxter took her hand and helped her up.

“Vaggie.”

Baxter thought for a moment, carefully choosing his words, “What happened right before Vaggie made you cry?” Baxter pulled her into a hug.

With the new vantage point, despite her really liking the feel of her head on his shoulder, she knew what she had to do. She nuzzled her head into his neck before moving her lips up to his ear and borderline seductively whispering, “This,” and promptly stabbing him between the shoulder blades.

Baxter let out a sigh and gave her one more tight squeeze before releasing the hug.

“Niffty when you stab people they don’t usually like it.”

Niffty looked up at Baxter with an almost curious expression, “But you said you liked whe-” Baxter cut her off to speak to the demon behind her.

“Good morning mister radio demon! I was just leaving!” He said before turning and running away.

Niffty looked at Alastor for a moment before deciding kneecaps would be the best target. Unfortunately, Al’s shadow warned him of the oncoming attack. A tentacle swooped her up and held her a fair distance from him but at eye level.

“Niffty, no.” Was all he said before putting her back down. She was still mostly upset so took off back to her Husker.

Husk stood cleaning the whiskey classes, Niffty standing on the bar stabbing him in the head. It wasn’t therapeutic anymore. He was gonna fucking kill him. He could imagine grabbing a real knife and just going ham.

“Niffty, I am going to set a two-minute timer and you are going to not stab me again until it goes off.” Niffty sat down on the counter and picked up Husk’s half-full bottle of booze and proceeded to dump it down the sink while looking him straight in the face.

“Niff!” Husk cried watching his drink go down the drain. “What the fuck is wrong with you today?!” He regretted it immediately when Niffty dropped her knife and sat down on the counter. “Niff?”

“I miss him,” Niffty explained. “When is he coming back home?”

“Who Niffty?” Husk asked right before the answer became obvious.

“Hey Whiskers, make it strong will ya?” Angel said before the tiny menace jumped on him and started stabbing him with the plastic knife over and over.

Husk watched as Angel laughed and rolled around. Egging Niffty on with fake overdramatic screams whenever he could catch a breath. Using one arm at a time to pretend to try and free himself allowing Niffty plenty of time to target that arm before switching to the next arm.

Maybe he didn’t want to kill him. Maybe he just needs to take the knife with him to work from now on. Whether or not Niffty is still attached to it when he does, is not his problem. Might be Valentino’s though.

[danganronpadedication]

Makoto on remnant Nekomaru's back what happens

Okay fine, in all seriousness... Future Foundation! Makoto climbing on Remnant! Nekomaru's back General Headcanons

--------------------------------------------------------------------------- I imagine this encounter would happen in the middle of a battle between Future Foundation forces and the Remnants.

-At first, Nekomaru is more amused than angry. The fact that Makoto had the guts to even approach him, let alone climb onto his back, is something worthy of a modicum of respect. In a weird way, he views this as some kind of challenge. If Makoto can hold on, then maybe he's someone worth paying attention to.

-Makoto, on the other hand, almost immediately regrets this decision. He climbed onto Nekomaru's back in the hopes that doing so will prevent Nekomaru from causing more damage. "If I'm on his back, he can't smash as much stuff, right?" Spoiler alert, he can and will. -Nekomaru is not going to go easy on Makoto. Have you ever been to the local fair and seen those bull-riding machines where you have to stay on its back as it goes crazy? It's just like that, on steroids. Nekomaru will continue to run, jump, and attack without breaking a sweat, while Makoto's knuckles go white from holding on tight.

-Out of sheer habit, Nekomaru's coach instincts kick in, and he adjusts his stance automatically to keep Makoto on, even if just to continue hearing him scream. Not like it hinders him or anything. To Nekomaru, Makoto weighs next to nothing.

-On the outside, Makoto tries not to show too much panic (he's failing) but inside he's absolutely freaking out. He definitely regrets even trying this in the first place, but he stubbornly refuses to let go. -Nekomaru, despite being a Remnant, finds himself impressed by Makoto's persistence. "This kid is tougher than he looks," he thinks. As he's running around, Nekomaru insists on giving Makoto pointers. "Your grip is weak! You need endurance training!" No matter the state, Nekomaru is GOING to give fitness advice.

-Nekomaru secretly enjoys the chaos. It’s the most fun he’s had since falling to despair, which makes him slightly conflicted about his role as a Remnant. Despite still being an enemy, in future encounters, he'll get Makoto out of the way of danger. He'd claim "I can't let my riding partner get crushed that easily!"

-Word spreads within Future Foundation, that Makoto's managed to earn the respect of one of the Remnants mid-battle. Some think that Makoto's fearless, and others thing he's just insane. -------------------------------------------------------------------------- Makoto Naegi had done some pretty reckless things before, but this one takes the cake. Arms locked desperately around Nekomaru Nidai’s neck, Makoto clung to the rampaging giant’s back like his life depended on it—which, in all honesty, it probably did.

"WHAT KIND OF STRATEGY IS THIS, KID?!" Nekomaru bellowed, voice booming with both confusion and delight. "DO YOU THINK CLIMBING ON MY BACK WILL STOP ME?! HA! YOU’RE IN FOR A WILD RIDE!"

With that, Nekomaru took off like a missile, leaping over obstacles and plowing through walls as if they were made of paper. Each step felt like an earthquake, and Makoto gritted his teeth to keep from screaming.

“This... might have been a mistake,” Makoto muttered to himself, arms aching as he struggled to stay latched onto the human hurricane beneath him.

Nekomaru laughed, a manic grin plastered across his face. "GUTS! I LOVE IT! LET’S SEE IF YOU CAN HOLD ON, KID!” Nekomaru roared with glee, doing an unnecessary front flip mid-sprint. Makoto yelped as his stomach flipped over inside him.

“Okay, listen—” Makoto tried to reason between gasps. “You don’t have to do this, Nekomaru! I know you’re still in there—somewhere under all the despair! You’re stronger than this!”

For a moment, the only sound was the pounding of Nekomaru’s footsteps, kicking up dust and rubble. Then, to Makoto’s surprise, Nekomaru’s grin faltered, if only slightly.

“Why…” Nekomaru muttered, slowing to a jog. “Why are you holding on so tight, huh? You could’ve bailed by now, but you didn’t. Why?”

“Because...” Makoto adjusted his grip, wiping sweat from his brow. “I believe in you.”

Finally, Nekomaru let out a deep, hearty laugh that echoed through the broken landscape. “ALRIGHT, KID! YOU WIN THIS ROUND!” He crouched slightly, letting Makoto slide off his back. “But you need to work on your grip strength. You’re gonna need more endurance if you want to survive rides like that!”

Makoto wobbled on his feet, catching his breath. “I don’t think I ever want to do that again.”

“HA! Nonsense!” Nekomaru clapped a hand on Makoto’s back with so much force that it nearly knocked him over. “From now on, anytime you need a lift, you call me, okay?"

Makoto groaned, rubbing his sore arms. “That’s... really not necessary.”

But Nekomaru wasn’t listening. “Next time, we’ll go twice as fast! Gotta build that core strength!” He gave Makoto a wide grin. “After all, every great warrior needs the right training!”

Nekomaru ran off, probably to wreak more havoc. Despite himself, Makoto let out a small, tired laugh. Somehow, against all odds, the tiniest flicker of hope had made its way back into Nekomaru’s heart. For Makoto, maybe that rough ride was worth it.

-Mod Tsumugi

[ninjakk]

I'm the anon who's been reading ur SWaK fic! Thank you for answering the qi deviation question. it's making me see mdzs in a whole new light. I recently saw a post (askSythe on here) about the significance of the blood pool and how throwing bodies in there removes them from the reincarnation cycle and that's what the clans did to the Wen Remnants and JC is rumored to have led this siege and my heart HURTS. continuing this in next ask - 

Hey there anon 👋🏻

I'm glad you're enjoying my fic ☺️

As for the post you are referencing, I had not come across this until you mentioned it in your ask and have since went in search of it in order to reply. From what I can gather from the notes, it seems to have garnered a lot of controversy and subsequent backlash against the person who posted it originally.

I don't want to criticise other people's posts (especially when they have already received so much negativity from it), but with all due respect, I don't feel this was MXTXs intention with the blood pool. There's no mention of it in any version I have and I've also had my friend check the entire original novel for the phrase '永不超生', which is quoted in the original post, and we can't locate that in the Chinese text either. Regardless of that, I don't feel such a claim fits with the rest of the novel.

I could be completely wrong, as it's not something I've really thought about, nor do I have the cultural knowledge of the specific concept the original post is referring to. But, if the Wen remnants were forever barred from reincarnating due to their corpses being thrown into and essentially trapped in an apparent 'unbreakable prison' (which they managed to escape), why would WWX set an array around the blood pool to stop corpses escaping when he lived there back in his first life? 🤔 How were all the corpses able to crawl out and run amok the minute a rampaging WN broke the seal around the pool? It just doesn't make much sense to do that if the fierce corpses residing within are already trapped there.

There's also the fact WWX uses the blood pool as well. Which makes me question this theory even more so. It goes against WWX's character and ethics to stop souls from reincarnating, when his very cultivation method involves empathy and 'spending' resentment so the entities can move on. Granted, WWX used the blood pool to nurture corpses resentment so he was able to harness it and direct it where required - in this case, I think it's most likely to replenish those guarding the base of the burial mounds and keeping the Wen remnants safe. In theory, the corpses residing there would eventually use up their resentment and their souls would move on. Hence the need for a supply of new fierce corpses he can utilise - which he helps move on in turn. I really don't think WWX would do such a thing if the blood pool was anything other than a collection of water that held strong resentment due to being contaminated by the many corpses already present in its depths. If anything, it's a similar situation to when he found the sword in the Xuanwu of Slaughter's stomach, which had been practically marinating in all the resentment of the beast's past victims.

Obviously the Wen remnants were unable to move on after being mercilessly slaughtered, but that is simply because they were denied a proper burial and unjustly murdered in what was a most violent, unprovoked attack. Once the blood corpses had spent their lingering resentment, saving the very people who had killed them and the man who tried so hard to protect them, they finally moved on and turned to ash - which WN promptly collected to ensure they could finally be put to rest respectfully, as they should have been long ago. I see no indication that they would not move on because they were left in the blood pool specifically.

Of course, the way the cultivators involved in the siege not only murdered innocent people, but then treated their victims corpses with such disgusting disrespect is utterly appalling. Even though there is no evidence that the blood pool acted as a type of supernatural prison of sorts, it does not subtract from what the cultivators did. They still made sure the Wen remnants could not rest in peace by their heartless actions regardless.

As for JCs involvement in the siege, it's not actually a rumour that he led the siege, he most certainly, unequivocally did. It's actually outright stated a few times in the novel. Even when WN mentioned as such, WWX did not correct him on that specific accusation. Later still JGY also mentions JCs involvement, right in front of the man in question no less, with no argument to the contrary. Finally, MXTX has also spoken about JCs involvement in leading the siege and confirmed he had indeed formulated a plan based on WWX's weaknesses, as the text suggests. He was very much the driving force of the whole thing, despite knowing the Wen remnants consisted of innocent people who were either weak, old, or a toddler. He is responsible for many people being brutally murdered and shows no remorse for it either - which speaks volumes about his character.

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I GIBS CHU PERSONAL NSR G/T IDEA ABOUT DJSS!!!!!

I think that he absolutely cannot even bare to stomach movies or media that include a giant person/monster/anything rampaging and destroying things and lives!!!

Kaiju Movies make him…uneasy!!!!! He sees scenes of a giant lizard stomping around and destroying buildings and sending the little folks around into panic and he will demand whoever put that on to knock it off this INSTANCE!!!!!

Why does this happen-?! Well,being so large,even when not transformed,he’s learned to be careful of his surroundings (He acts aloof and uncaring and calls everyone around him slowly,feeble simpletons,but he isn’t gonna just throw his weight around!!),so seeing something so large do that. Something that he very much COULD do. The fact that he could do that,accidentally or not makes him feel…something. Whatever that something is,it’s far from good!!

Also I love the idea of if a Kaito or some sort of monster came to damage in Vinyl City and then DJSS came and rather than having a giant Vs giant fight where the city gets destroyed by their recklessness,DJSS is trying to be careful and scolding the monster for being so careless!!

(Also…this is mainly a personal idea- reharding my self insert,the fact that I, a tiny thing to him,ALSO his daughter none the less,could be harmed by that…that really scares him. BUT I TRUST AND LOVE HIM SO MUCH!!! It’s just that he’s very careful!!!)

BUT YESH PLZ TELL ME YOUR THOUGHTS WAWAWAA!!!!!!!

That's actually a pretty banger headcanon -

I think my version of SubSup would also hate to see such things, but in a scenario where a big monster/kaiju were to cause havoc in Vinyl City - he'd probably be a 'last willing resort'(willing, 'cause he still cares about the properties and the city as a whole) for when stuff goes downhill --

basically, if the army, nor his coworkers can't do shiz, he would. And he'd even help with reconstructing anything damaged

[starzblvd]

Somethin’ Stupid | pt.3

AN; the last part is finally here, I promise next time I make a series I’ll make a reminder to write faster on these things!! On a side not I’ve been trying to write more poems, I’m just scared they sound like a 13yr olds English assignment. I sincerely appreciate everyone’s support on this series up to this point<33 I’m not sure if anyone caught on, but I stole the Frank Sinatras song title for this

Two separate people you’d wish to keep apart by all means, were colliding & it wasn’t helping the problem at hand. The distance made it so you couldn’t see just how much Abby was laughing right at Ellie, excusing how her arms crossed in front of her stomach failed to contain that laughter.

“Fucking Abby.”

Ellie was agitated, regardless she wanted to play the bigger man in front of you, not wanting to cause any further problems. So refraining from a harsh confrontation she lead you away, with her hand clasped onto your wrist pulling you away from Abby’s practice session. Ellie’s grip was one of a strong clutch, her walk was quick with long strides to get away from Abby’s viewing as soon as she could.

“She looked like a kicked dog, I wish I recorded that,”

Abby had her fun and enjoyment making a soccer ball hit her new goal keepers face, but dissipated at the look of worry you wore being pulled away at the wrist. The way your eyes were so agile of worry that Ellie was in pain. Sheer regret would ruin this moment for Abby, regret for being the pinpoint reason of the soft tending gaze you placed onto Ellie.

It wouldn’t matter how you looked at Ellie now, not taking a second to look back with the plans to hit the store erased from her mind told by her change of path to her dorm instead. Not saying a word, it didn’t seem the time to, the weight of how angry she truly was something you didn’t know how deep rooted into her was.

“El’s, are you okay?”

Allowing her to continue on this short rampage Ellie was perusing wouldn’t end well, better to strike her down before she goes on any longer in this state. Even then there’s no response, the footsteps leading to up the stairs sounded heavier each step. Before Ellie would drive you up any further you’d beckon her arm to stop, signaling to pause the trudging up the stairwell for a brief moment. A mean look of features had remained the whole walk, but now it was you being so sweet to her now. Ellie dropped the prolonged clench of her jaw, knowing with you it wouldn’t change anything staying in the mood of having resentment for Abby.

“Look, I’m just,”

her fingers come in to pinch the bridge of her nose between her eyes, a soft sigh following in suit right afterwards. The way Ellie could be so gentle and aggressive we’re two sights that contrasted each other like black and white.

“She was obviously targeting me or something and, I know I know, putting my anger on you isn’t gonna help.”

The stairwell was secluded, while Ellie beamed down onto you, standing on the step in front of you. A remorseful look of a smile looked back at you, the smile that let you know she’d let it go for the moment.

“Take it easy yeah? Let me put some frozen peas on your bruise.”

Ellie moved to the side, gesturing for you to take the lead now. Her hand fell from your wrist to dangling from the grasp of your two fingers locked onto her own middle and pointer finger. Ellie would never with intent be so rough with you, not when it could strain the relationship you’ve built, so she made it so every time she was mad to resolve it quickly.

Walking like this with her right behind felt oddly familiar, odd as if this had been the life you’ve already been living of having Ellie walk alongside heading home, yours and Ellie’s home. If only you knew Ellie shared this feeling of familiarity, imagining it plenty of times before, walking up to your dorm. Welcoming herself inside as if she’d come home to you after a tiresome day into a shared space filled with furnishings reflecting both of your personalities.

Finally getting to the door and jamming in the key Ellie gave you for “just in case” situations, her arms crept behind you latching to your sides now holding onto you.

“By the way, I don’t have frozen peas,”

Ellie’s voice came in a raspy whisper with how close she was, the small chuckle that you felt on your shoulder had you a rose tinted face.

”But, I do have frozen go-gurt sticks.”

Her arm outstretched to the handle of the freezer before yours, rifling through the strawberry flavored ones to get to the blue raspberry one. She spun you around to face her, Ellie let you hold it up to her face to the sore cheek, any pain given by the hit was forgiven by the endearing way you treated Ellie when she was hurt or sick, or felt bad for that matter, with the smile you’ve adored ever since the first meeting.

“Does it feel better yet?”

“Yeah, with you as my designated nurse.”

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱

Game day, the day that’s been anticipated with so much enthusiasm by so many people was here. By now Ellie went to practices over a dozen time, to makeup for being put on such short notice. She was player 7, so naturally you had to make your shirt with 7 plastered onto it and in bold letters Ellie Williams. Even when wearing Ellie’s number you still had an obligation to Abby, she was the reason you’d be going in the first place. 6:17pm, you were in your room adding the final details to the sign you initially were working on for Abby, the teams red and white shades coordinating the outfit you set up the night before digging through your wardrobe, ribbons laced into your hair.

Abby was training with her team more often than not with the game approaching, so Abby couldn’t help asking to meet up an hour before heading off to the fields. What you didn’t expect was her appearance at your door, originally it was planned to meet at the lobby. You’d known it was Abby when her voice asked for you by name.

“Woah you’re dressed up.”

Abby’s scent wafted into your face once the door was swung open, the perfume she used complimented her perfectly. Abby’s smile faltered for a second when she realized whose number you wore so broadly.

“Didn’t know you’d come meet me here, otherwise I’d finish your sign earlier!”

The smile went right back onto her face, peering over your shoulder catching a second of a glimpse before you block her view as in attempt to keep the sign a surprise. Knowing you’d been working away on a sign that’d be more widely seen steered her attention from the Ellie shirt.

“You’re such a big fan of me,” Abby’s lips went right into a smile, letting the edges of her eyes wrinkle. Despite her tough appearance Abby she was tender hearted where it mattered, and who better to show just how tender she could be than you.

You roll your eyes at her comment trying to retain the grin that was slowly forming,

“For your next game I should be your sponsor, here come in. Wait before you get in,”

Snaking around Abby, you brought your hands up to cover Abby’s eyes, laying your pinkies on the plush of her cheeks.

”Okay start walking.”

“Kind of hard to walk when I can’t see,” maybe it was the body heat of yourself, or the heat radiating off of Abby’s reaction to your sudden touch that your hands felt warmer. You situated Abby on the edge of your bed avoiding the sign, sliding it under your bed with your foot in the process, once letting go Abby’s eyes were peeled open already, looking into you. It stayed like that for a minute, both of you being able to appreciate the girl in front of them. Only a minute before Abby’s phone rang disrupting everything.

Unsure of what was being told over the line it was obvious they were screaming, Abby sighed while the other person ranted on and on, presumably someone from her team.

“Alright I’ll be there soon, let me wrap up something right now yeah?”

Groaning she hung up without letting another word come from the caller.

“I have to go, but I’ll look for you first thing at the game.”

“Looking forward to it.”

Abby rised from her spot, her foot stepped towards the door with a second of hesitation, that turned into confidence as she turned around to place small peck onto the right side of your cheek. Unannounced and unexpected the small kiss made you giggle, it felt soft just as her lips looked.

꒰ა ☆ ໒꒱

Front row seat that’d been reserved just for you, you’ve already come across a couple of girls wearing Abby’s number. Ellie’s appearance on the team was so sudden you’d been the only one adorning her number. 40 minutes into the game loud cheering of loud crowds whenever Abby successfully made a goal, but she only made an effort to look at you, smiling right back at her.

Ellie was determined to do something valuable to the game in effort to show off for you, but with Abby deterring any members of the opposing team Ellie was practically useless the entire 40 minutes. Especially since the two times she was put up to the test she missed by an inch or two, the ball going right past her into the net. She’d cruse herself for being distracted by you standing there so brightly from the goal post. The rest of the players shot bitter looks at Ellie’s direction anytime the ball got anywhere near her.

Each of them doubted her ability, it’s was unavoidable with her performance as of recent. Ellie was agitated of her own playing skills, she joined solely to impress you, but it was showing to be an unfruitful way to do so.

A scowl on Ellie’s face was apparent now, Abby on the other hand was gloating now in the screams of everyone for her team, specifically the chant of her last name of every girl cheering for her.

The rest of the game played out the same, leaving Ellie’s goal keeper reputation tarnished and stained, practices went so much better than today and for that she was mad at herself for being unable to perform for you in the way Ellie hoped for.

While the team walked back to the locker rooms, you’d been able to see the celebratory way the players acted with each other. Abby leading everyone and gloating in the credit for winning like she always did. Ellie walked in the back behind everyone else, treading with a slight sulk as if she was on the losing team.

You took the initiative to hurry over to where they were in the back. Getting up and away from your seat, then rolling up the sign for Abby before seeing Ellie, it was her on your mind to see first.

Waiting on a bench outside the doors, looking up from your phone waiting to see any sign of Ellie to emerge from the locker rooms. Abby came out first, face and walk full of pride after another game that went to successfully, even more so knowing Ellie wasn’t much of help giving her all more reason to end up kicking her off. Abby dismissed her teammates that came out alongside her coming right over you. “Had fun? Having you there felt like my own personal cheerleader.”

She sat besides you, crossing her arms together staring at you with the look she’d wear after each win, a look you’ve only seen through photos.

“you did amazing Abby.”

She bit her lip taking her gaze off you debating whether to ask you to a gathering now that the game was over, nervous she’d face rejection. After all you’d already spent so much time watching her.

“you know, we’re getting dinner at a restaurant nearby, would you want to come?” Her voice came out mellowed out from the tone earlier. Abby’s eyes were so docile when waiting for you to reply.

“Yeah I’ll be there, let me do something really quick before we go.”

Upon reply she smiled and went with the rest of her players, heading out talking about the moves they did, soaking in the victory. Ellie walked out the door next, face ridden of annoyance. Almost jumping out of the bench you rush over to her side.

“Hey El’s, going to the dinner after?”

You put your cheery tone on to help Ellie bring herself from the mood or at most distract her attention elsewhere after noting her continued look of defeat.

“No I’m heading out.” Ellie’s voice was worn out, with lingering sentiment of disappointment, a tone you’ve only heard until now. Quiet and raspy in nature, seeing her displayed like this, sweaty, hair disheveled with her little bun holding on for dear life, the slouchiness of her posture, pulled at you with a sense of pity.

Everything becoming all to clear for her rash behavior recently, almost like a blessing to the wishes you’ve fought so far for to become reality. The words found their own way out at her vulnerability, seeping from your heart to the outside world,

“Ellie, I’m in love with you.”

It wasn’t supposed to be like this, not standing outside of a locker room at 10pm on a random weekday. You’d play it out to be much more romantic somewhere secluded and alone with her, but withstanding without letting your emotions be known to her when it was this obvious why she acted the way she did wasn’t working anymore. Ellie looked up sharply, her lips were agape but nothing came out, not a single sound let alone a word.

Now it really wasn’t supposed to be like this, Ellie unresponsive while she looked at you confused, essentially as if what you’ve spoken was properly interpreted by her ears or if she really was going crazy.

“God, that was so stupid I’m sorr-“

Just before you’d be able annunciate the last vowel Ellie’s arm took you in close to her in an instant. An embrace that resembles all the strong emotions she’s ever felt for you, each thing she’s done to get to this point.

“It’s not stupid, I’m in love with you too, just never wanted to spoil what we had.”

Even when you wouldn’t ever have thought things would come to be this way it all felt so right, they’re wrapped in the arms of the girl your love was so overbearing for. You can see it In her eyes when she lifted her head that every word Ellie said was genuine, and so genuine was the kiss that you’d been wanting for so long that she gave into immediately upon your doing.

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Hi I just wanted to say I really love your blog a ton and I was hoping you'd do a Joel Miller request with the prompts 'I’m not afraid of you.’ and 'You’ve always pushed people away *name*. I just never thought you’d do it to me.’

Maybe he goes on a rampage to protect her and she gets a little freaked out and he pushes her away?

Hi friend! Thank you for the kind words! Thank you for sending in a request too :)

I struggle to catch my breath as I look at the raiders laying on the floor, dead bodies scattered around us as an unbothered Joel looks at me with worried eyes, his gaze dropping to look over every inch of me.

There's no wounds to see on me, not physically at least, nothing had happened, not before Joel showed up and rained hell down on these men who, I'm sure, had plans for me and I'm sure Joel knew this the moment that they took me from our camp in the middle of the night.

"Are you 'lright?" My gaze flickers up to look at him as he steps over a body and his hand reaches up to cup my cheek but I instinctively flinch at his touch, especially after the destruction that came from these very hands. His hand slips away from me out of fear, his eyes swimming with fear.

"I'm fine." I mutter, running my fingers through my hair as I suck in a breath, trying to ignore the bodies on the ground as I step past him and out into the fresh air, the cold breeze running through my trembling bones.

"Don't lie to me." He mutters gruffly. "Why're you acting like you're afraid of me? You know me." He grabs my upper arm, pulling me back towards him as my hands hit his chest with an 'oof', my chin craning to look up at him with tears in my eyes.

"I'm not afraid of you. Let's just go."

"You’ve always pushed people away, Y/n. I just never thought you’d do it to me." His words make my stomach drop and I realize that it's exactly what I was doing, pushing him away to ignore the fact that he just seamlessly killed a group of people with his bare hands because he was so enraged at the fact that someone could possibly hurt me.

"I'm not pushing you away, I'm just a little freaked out." I shake, a tear trembling down my cheek and he's quick to brush it away, my whole body leaning into his touch. "You killed all of these people. For me." He nods, gulping loudly as his stern eyes flicker back and forth between mine with a sense of honest affection.

"I'd do anything to protect you."

[caspersickfanfics]

Late Arrival Chapter 3

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Warnings: Anxiety/panic attack (described in detail), vomiting, fever, hospital mention, bad jokes

A/N:

Written for @monthofsick day 24: Panic ! It feels good to finally finish a multi-chapter fic for once, even though it's a bit short =v=

“–nari. Tighnari.” The earth is shaking. It’s warm. Comfortably warm for a moment, and then too much. He squirms. “Tighnari!” Oh, Cyno is shaking him. Cyno is warm. Cyno is—

“Please,” Cyno’s voice wavers. “I need to throw up.”

Tighnari bolts upright. Cyno is sick.

The forest watcher is still half asleep as he forces himself out of the bed. His head is pounding. A result of lack of rest, probably, combined with the incessant city noise, but his priority is getting the trash can to Cyno, and he manages it.

His ears flatten at the immediate sound of the bin being filled.

There are multiple waves, this time. They run in cycles. Cyno’s body tenses, hunches forward, and then with a sick gurgle, rancid smelling liquid gushes from his mouth and nose. Tighnari stands beside him and holds a mass of hair out of the way. It’s thick, and heavy with sweat. His own hands are shaking.

Something heavy sits uncomfortably in his stomach. A bubbling nausea rises in his throat, not from illness, but stress. Being woken so jarringly from such a deep sleep and days of exhaustion has left him reeling, strung out and achy.

He watches Cyno panting, head hung over the trash, and the tightness in his heart manifests into physical pain. It must be nearing 48 hours since anything’s actually stayed in Cyno’s system. His body looks thinner than it did even a day ago. He coughs, and Tighnari can easily see the outline of his ribs when his stomach contracts yet again. There’s another splatter, quickly followed by two more. Tighnari has never been squeamish, but right now the worry feels like a rampage in his gut.

Empty, Cyno leans back to catch his breath, melting into the pillows behind him. Tighnari sets the soiled trash can back on the floor. He brushes a thumb over Cyno’s cheek, catching some wetness and wiping it away, watching the sick man smile and nuzzle into his hand. He looks ill, certainly, but relaxed. Comfortable, even. Tighnari’s tail wilts between his legs and his chest squeezes impossibly further. He doesn’t want to take that from him - he doesn’t want to take anything from Cyno, and definitely not this - but a sense of safety is good for nothing if it’s only an illusion. When Tighnari finally speaks, he feels very far away.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” he confesses quietly. Cyno cracks an eye open. Tighnari inhales unevenly. “I think… we should go to the Bimarstan.”

At the suggestion, Cyno goes rigid. He stares at Tighnari with some awful mix of shock, betrayal, confusion, and hurt. At the center of it all, a trembling and raw fear, the kind that makes him look far younger than his age.

“Tighnari–” Cyno speaks roughly, like it was hard for him to find his voice, and it cracks upon the single word. He’s gone ashen and bug-eyed. Tighnari melts with a sigh, sagging onto the bed and dropping his forehead to Cyno’s shoulder.

“I know.” Because he does, to a certain extent. There are few things that instill fear into the General Mahamatra, let alone to this degree. Tighnari takes Cyno’s hand in his own and stares at it. He can’t stand the sight of his partner’s pained expression any longer. “I know,” he repeats quietly. “I’m just not sure that I can help you on my own this time.”

“Tighnari. I’ll be fine.” Cyno sounds reassuring. He sounds like he believes his own words. “You’re helping. I feel better already.”

Maybe he does believe it. Tighnari can’t read minds. But he can hear Cyno’s heartbeat and it has the speed and intensity of a cornered animal. Cyno isn’t a liar - and yet, anyone can bend the truth or tiptoe around it, especially when fear is involved.

“I’ve been through worse,” Cyno says, his voice pleading for Tighnari to cave. Instead, his hands shake harder. Cyno looks… Frail. The word comes to mind and punches the oxygen out of him. His own heart pounds and there’s a rushing white noise in his ears that drowns out everything else.

“I don’t… know what to do,” Tighnari grates out. His breaths are coming too short and quick, but the harder he tries to gasp in oxygen, the more his chest hurts. He stands and his tail swishes restlessly, brushing against the floor. Cyno squeezes his hand.

“I promise,” he says. “I promise I’ll be okay, Tighnari. I don’t break promises.”

“I know you don’t.” And he does, except… “I’ll be right back. Stay here, Cyno. Please.”

Tighnari doesn’t wait for a response. He wrenches his hand away and stumbles out of the bedroom, and then out of the front door. He doesn’t make it much further than that.

He can’t.

It crosses Tighnari’s mind that he’s gasping quite loudly, to the point of nearly wheezing, and that Cyno can probably hear him; if he could claw his way further from the building, he would. The last thing he needs is to cause more stress for his partner. But his legs simply refuse to hold him, and he’s shaking from the tips of his ears to the end of his tail. He has to blink dark spots from his vision - there is simply not enough oxygen to appease his greedy lungs.

His entire chest feels like both a pulsing bruise and a stab wound and Tighnari grapples with a sort of fury, a rage at his own body’s failure at such an inopportune time. He’s managed to betray both himself and Cyno in one sitting. His left arm begins to tingle and go numb, and Tighnari wonders whether he’s being dealt some form of divine punishment in the form of heart failure. 

He can reason with himself, at least, enough to recognize that this is unlikely. Teyvat’s medical research has yet to discover a definitive way to distinguish between issues of the heart and of the mind, but Tighnari is aware that he’s quite healthy and still significantly younger than the average age of those afflicted with heart problems. Meanwhile, he’s familiar with the mind’s way of tricking the body, if only from having comforted Collei through more panic spells than he’d care to recall. 

But then - there are exceptions to every rule. This feels more painful than Collei has ever articulated, and counting his breaths doesn’t seem to be helping in the way it does with her. Instead he ends up coughing, choking on the very air that’s meant to bring him life. He could be an exception, something could be wrong and Tighnari wouldn’t know because he isn’t a doctor. Every time Tighnari tries to push the worry away, the fear seems to grow. If he dies here, then Cyno…

His stomach lurches. Tighnari whimpers and tugs at his hair, his ears, in some attempt at grounding himself. His tail wraps around his body instinctively as he retches. With his hearing enhanced as it is, Tighnari’s heartbeat is a constant source of white noise in his periphery, but now it sounds like thunder. He clutches at his chest and feels pathetic.

If nothing else, he can be grateful that Cyno’s apartment building is tucked into an alley and away from the busier streets of the city. It’s still loud, but at least the likelihood of some stranger spotting him in such a miserable state is lower. Tighnari is doubly appreciative of this fact when he begins throwing up. Hot vomit scalds his throat and sprays violently beneath a decorative bush. Tighnari is all but frozen on his hands and knees while his body continues to empty itself. By the time he regains control of his stomach, Tighnari can barely think.

The nausea, at least, has abated. He crawls pitifully away from the pool of puke and leans against the solid stone walls of the building. Tighnari clings to his tail, hands brushing through it in a repetitive, soothing motion, and forces himself to pause. He has a near overwhelming urge to rush back into the apartment and check on Cyno - archons, he’s been gone too long - but he must first take stock of his body. If he doesn’t, he risks scaring them both. 

So, slowly, Tighnari does a mental intake of his current state. His muscles ache, but the pain is gradually diffusing, no longer so centralized to his chest. His breathing is shaky but finally effective, and while his heart is racing, it doesn’t hurt, nor does it sound so impossibly loud. He’s still shaky and his legs feel weak, and of course, his head continues pounding. Whether or not he can stand is a question he can’t answer until he’s testing it out, unsteadily managing to get his feet underneath him.

When Tighnari staggers his way back to the bedroom, Cyno is right where he left him, awake and looking devastated. He may have followed his partner’s instructions, but that clearly didn’t stop him from hearing everything. “Tighnari.” Cyno reaches for him immediately. Tighnari shuffles over, feeling dazed and embarrassed. His ears are still ringing. Cyno doesn’t comment on the way the hand Tighnari offers shakes, only shifting slightly to gently cup it in both of his own. They are warm and calloused, and so, so gentle. 

“I’m sorry,” Tighnari rasps, because he hadn’t meant to be gone for so long, and maybe he shouldn’t have left. He shouldn’t have fallen apart at all. He tries not to think too hard about the fact that he still doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t remember crying, but Cyno wipes some wetness from under his eyes. Tighnari feels his cheeks heat up and looks away, whispering again, “Sorry.”

Exhaustion hits him like a physical force, and he drops onto the bed, staring down at the way their hands intertwine. Cyno tugs him closer, and and Tighnari allows himself to rest on his partner’s chest. His heartbeat is steady now. A regular old life-force. His fingers move to card through Tighnari’s hair, and then to scratch his ears in a way that shakes out some of their tension. When Tighnari eventually musters the strength to look up, Cyno is watching him intently. His expression is steady and determined, and Tighnari knows what he’s going to say before the words leave his mouth. 

“I’ll go,” he says, and Tighnari aches because bravery is so integral to Cyno’s being. It’s something he learned so young and has had to rely on far more than is fair. “I’ll go to the Bimarstan,” he reiterates, and his voice is calm enough that if T didn’t have the ears that he does, he wouldn’t have even heard it waver.

He’s not going to make Cyno go there. 

Not yet. 

He realizes it all at once, as though just knowing that it’s an option, that Cyno won’t resist if it is needed, is enough to rebuild Tighnari’s confidence in his own abilities.

“Thank you,” Tighnari says, and Cyno tenses, probably steeling himself to follow through on his words. Tighnari is sure, now, that he would if it was asked of him, but he shakes his head. “I think– well, I may have overreacted a bit,” he admits.

Cyno watches him carefully as Tighnari continues. “Your fever feels better now than when I left, and you slept most of the night, which means some of the nutrients have stayed with you.”

“So,” Cyno’s voice is tentative. Tighnari nods, urging him onward. “I guess you could say I’m hereling for you.”

Tighnari groans. He can’t help it. “You’re–”

“Here-ling, like healing, and “here for you.” Get it?”

“Cyno,” Tighnari scolds. “Not the time.”

His partner shrugs, unaffected. “I think it was funny.”

Tighnari pulls away with a kiss to Cyno’s knuckles. He’s not actually upset; if anything, he still feels apologetic. But worry continues gnawing at his insides, so he gathers a few things from the kitchen before returning to Cyno’s side.

“Okay,” he says, holding up a glass. “This has some hydro-infused nutrients in it - they should be tasteless, and it’s meant to be rehydrating. I actually haven’t used them before,” Tighnari murmurs. “So although they come from a trusted colleague, if you feel anything odd after consuming this, let me know.”

Cyno nods and reaches for the glass. Unsurprising. Now that Tighnari’s offered him a way out of the Bimarstan, he’ll be content to try anything. Tighnari pulls the glass away just slightly.

“Cyno. This is important.” When he swallows, his throat is dry. “This goes not just for the drink - you’re not out of the woods yet with this ailment. If you start feeling worse, I need you to let me know. Can you promise that?”

The matra has gone still, listening quietly. When Tighnari finishes speaking, Cyno keeps looking at him attentively.

“Are you okay, Tighnari?”

The question makes his legs weak. No, he’s not, and Cyno can see straight through him. There’s an unsettling battle between the tension still running through Tighnari’s veins and the weight of his exhaustion, and his headache has only intensified. He allows himself the luxury of rolling into the bed beside his partner before responding with a sigh. 

“I’ll be fine,” he says, tempted to leave it at that. But honesty is a two-way street. “I’m tired and that makes me nervous that I won’t— I might not notice if something is really wrong. You seemed so much better earlier, and I had just convinced myself that you were fine.”

“I felt fine earlier.” Cyno reaches for the medicine and drinks it slowly. “And I feel better now. But I meant what I said: I can see a doctor. Especially if it will make you feel better.”

Tighnari’s heart swells. He waits patiently for Cyno to rest the glass on his nightstand, and then wraps his arms around him. He’s still sick and sweaty and warmer than he should be, and once he’s healed, he’ll have to regain some of his muscle mass. But Cyno still manages to feel strong when he returns the embrace.

“I trust you,” Tighnari says, squeezing a bit tighter, tucking his head under Cyno’s chin. “If you say you feel better, I believe you. I just need you to keep being honest. I can’t stand the thought of something happening to you because I didn’t realize I wasn’t doing enough.”

“Okay,” Cyno says. “I promise, Tighnari. I won’t lie to you.”

The words are probably more than he needed to say; Tighnari already knew this much. And yet, his body relaxes upon hearing them.

He doesn’t sleep for a long while. Cyno drifts off, still recovering, and Tighnari plays with his hair. Some of his restless energy begins to fade, but he’d rather watch his partner sleep peacefully than close his eyes. It’s a relief when the matra stays that way for multiple hours. When he wakes up, Tighnari is alarmed, briefly, and ready to reach for the trash can in the event of repeat from earlier. But Cyno only smiles lazily, yawns, and starts tracing gentle lines on Tighnari’s back. It’s soothing. Tighnari’s muscles complain as they loosen and readjust, but it isn’t the worst feeling. He fights against heavy eyelids until he hears Cyno chuckle.

“You can rest,” he says. “I’ll wake you if I need anything, Nari.”

Tighnari scrunches his face up, still resistant. It doesn’t feel right, and yet…

“I promise,” Cyno says. Tighnari doesn’t need anything to verify the truth to his words, but he listens closely anyway. Between the sound of one steady heartbeat and the next, Tighnari finally allows himself to drift off.

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Hiiii :D could I request that you write vampire!sigma x human!fem!reader (sfw) where the reader (crying) returns home after a rlly bad day at work and goes to her bf to calm down/comfort? (and since Sigma is a vampire who doesn't know much about human emotions he doesn't know how to comfort her “properly.”, But he tries his best)

Light shower

Light shower by melanie martinez rlly reminds me of this whole dynamic tbh

Hello anon! I’m so sorry this took so long to write, I always get really demotivated during the holidays, but I’m back and hopefully to stay this time!! Thank you for your lovely request!<3

Contains: afab + fem reader, drabble, human/vamp relationship, not proofread sorry I’m tired, vampire sigma, he doesn’t really understand human emotions but he tries, sfw, hurt/comfort, domestic fluff, emotional intimacy, not the same as the vampirism outbreak in canon, it’s a totally different thing

You enter your apartment house and you let out a loud, audible sigh. Sigma looks up from his spot, comfortably laying on your flush couch as he read a book with a blank rustic cover. Sigma turned the corner of the page in as a makeshift bookmark, wordlessly shutting the book and walking up to you.

“What’s wrong?”

As he got closer to your face he noticed frustrated tears running down your face, and he wordlessly placed his finger right below your waterline to catch the tears that kept streaming down your face in an endless supply. You were exhausted and ultimately just planted your head against Sigma abruptly, and he wasn’t quite sure of what to do. Back when you two had first gotten together, anytime you’d be crying he’d assume you were struggling to breathe and he would ask if you needed a glass of water.

It was nice that he understood human emotions better now.

He was more aware of what to do at this point, and he instead wrapped his arms around your waist, walking you to the couch as you refused to lift your head. It wasn't until he tried to place you on the couch that he realized you were gripping him so tight, your death grip on his shirt pulling him down with you.

“What happened today?”

You sighed, rubbing your temples as Sigma slowly got off of you to instead lay on your side.

“Honestly nothing horrible, it was just overly busy at work today, and everyone was extra annoying.”

“How so?”

Oftentimes when he asked these questions, he was unaware of why these things were bugging you so he’d ask for more detail, but it still felt nice that he was so invested. It seemed like he was trying to get you to put your thoughts into words, which always calmed you down.

“We had a meeting and the boss went on a rampage about how we need to act more professional when we’re on calls with other people, and it was so overwhelming. He could’ve talked to us like an adult instead of screaming at us the way he did.”

Sigma moved his arms over to hold you close, pulling you into him until your back was facing his stomach. He draped an arm over your stomach and it was rather comforting.

“I couldn’t handle being yelled at and I ended up tearing up a little bit during the meeting, and he called me a child. It really got on my nerves.”

You clenched your fist.

“But of course, I need a job, so I hit my tongue and nodded.”

Sigma sat up from where he was laying, looking at you quizzically.

“Does it hurt?”

“What?”

“Does your tongue hurt?”

You looked from side to side, confused as you turned to face him.

“Why..why would it?”

“You said you bit it..?”

You bursted out laughing. It was honestly nice, it felt like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders from his misunderstanding. Sigma looked confused for a few moments, not understanding your sudden fit of laughter.

“It’s a metaphor..it’s like when you wanna say something mean to someone but you hold back. When you do that you say you bite your tongue.”

Sigma nodded, his mouth turning into an ‘o’ shape as it all clicked in his mind. He still didn’t quite understand why you were laughing, though.

You stood up, feeling significantly more motivated now.

“Well you surely brightened my mood! Let’s make dinner!”

“I’m not sure what I did to help, but yes, let’s make dinner.” Sigma’s lips upturned into a smile at seeing your expression, his face turning a little red at how lively you suddenly were.

You truly were lovely.

Wc - 0.6k

Now that I have the idea of vamp sigma I’m thinking about him in a less wholesome context..I have stuff to write but once I finish my current oneshot I might have to add that onto my wip list..hshshd