#ngl drawing this one hurt a little

[froggychair05]

Putting this under a cut because major spoilers for the most recent chapter of Sugarcoated!!!

Ch. 7 vs Ch. 9

“And if you ever find yourself alone

Come ‘round, there’s always room for one more

When the wind is blowing cold, you know

All you gotta do’s knock on my door”

- Home by Josef Salvat

[zhukzubast]

how DARE you hurt our Long Nose

[cynicallyneutral]

how do u like ur toast? i’m bored as hell and will do literally anything but draw. lemme know which and why, and what do u put on it (if u do)

[averlym]

hi, i see you are on hiatus, but thought at some point you might like to hear that january 28th is henry’s deathday ~ holiday anon

another one bites the dust (haha because you hoover dust)

[blujayonthewing]

[holds onto this feeling with both fucking hands]

[sha-biest]

For the drawing prompts, Mikey and Gen Protective(hurt/comfort)?

Ngl, I was hoping for this one a little!

CW: blood/injury

[generalsdiary]

listen I might sound crazy but you know how Aventurine would spend all of his money on his family were they alive? like they grew up poor- worse than poor, and he is always gambling yes- but he is also insanely rich. you just know he'd shower them in money and buy everything for them and that credits today have little to no meaning to him because he has gotten them too late. it wasn't "fast enough" to save them, to ease their lives. and you just know he regrets it, but still hoards more credits, gambling, earning, wasting, etc.

now allow me to draw a parallel to a character in gi most of the fandom doesn't like. dori. LET ME SPEAK- dori's sister died (in her arms) from an illness because her family didn't have enough money to buy the herbs prescribed for her sister's treatment and that is why Dori ends up cherishing every mora/money, turns in a mora hungry capitalist powerhouse and makes everything about her; just money. because she couldn't help her sibling when it mattered. also the "limitless mora" for her comes from receiving a bunch of items from Alice (Klee's mom) - they made a business deal, etc, just a detail.

and it is interesting how most of the fandom dislikes dori so much (meta wise I get it, and also some other povs), when the parallel to aventurine is a straight line and he is loved and liked by so many (granted, I love riney). no amount of mora/credits can bring their family member(s) back or fix what happened, yet they stay in it, hoarding more, be it due to our boy's luck, or Dori's deal and persistence. I know many ppl draw his line to Kaveh, but from this pov it is screaming Dori.

and yh his story is more tragic- but we are talking money rn ppl- stay focused;

here is where their characters differ in the money area. with how little regard he has towards the money, Aventurine, our Kakavasha is so kind, so so kind. he gives out freely, he doesn't give two shits while sending money to the TB (it is worth mentioning that he thinks he also HAS to do it, and that gifts and things of high material value are most appreciated, ex. the gifts the TB receives after become the captain of the ship in penacony. he sadly has a view of it that everyone needs to be given something in return, truly struggling with forming real friendships/relationships except with the TB and Ratio- which I'd love to go more into on another analysis), he openly shares his money to whomever- and in his contrast, dori would probably rather jump off a cliff than give a single gold mora coin to... well, anyone.

both have been through such tragedy and turned rich later on through various means- when it technically no longer matters to them as much as it could've mattered before- and to see one be indifferent towards it/see it as a means to an end & what ppl respond well to vs. the other be stingy to the point she is hurting people while doing it and purposefully putting them in debt (I hate you for what you did to Kaveh TWICE, dori.), makes a really interesting parallel made by hoyo ngl. thoughts?

[lovebvni]

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hey loves, so because i 1, got new tarot decks, and 2 want to call you guys out, im doing this. also - heads up before i even start - spirit said there's gonna be a pile where there are little/no callouts bc they're actually doing great. just some advice/motivation to keep them going

Hello! Welcome to a pick a pile. This is a general reading, everything should be taken with a grain of salt. Hundreds of people may read this, everything I say in your pile(s) may NOT resonate. Today we don't have questions. we're just going callouts. so prepare yourself, i know some of yall are soft.

along with these questions i will give things that may draw you to your pile. the alice in wonderland tarot has different cards but pretty much the same meaning. dont be shocked if instead of the hanged man i say suspention or something like that. i will be using tarot and oracle cards.

now please take everything with a grain of salt!

breathe in, now out, now pick a pile or two.

pile 1 ; pile 2 ; pile 3

hi pile 1!

confirmation for your pile: lowkey funny, life 'falling apart', consequences for your actions, business man/woman, equality, cycles, bakugou, passion, 'im always right, i know what im saying'

oracle: you are good enough - full moon in virgo

tarot: the hierophant, temptation, 7 of flowers, 5 of spears reversed, 9 of flowers

alright bros, the first thing i have to say is 1, you're not always the cause. bad things happen to good people and i know it sucks but it helps you grow. if only good things happened then you'd probably be boring as hell. i hear some of you guys can be because you cant keep a conversation going. the thing is, you may be a victim MOST OF THE TIME but that doesnt mean ALL THE TIME!! you can be wrong in an argument, you can be right in an argument. but it changes. you're a very driven, smart, confident person in most areas but that doesnt mean because you're the right person to be a firefighter but not a baker. 7 of flowers is saying dont back down from the things you KNOW you are right in, but when someone makes a valid point. take it, it can help you. being passionate is a good thing, but dont be ignorant.

temptation is something thats drawing you in, that one day will be negative. maybe its joining the football team but you'll get a serious injury. do not let anyone or anything tempt you that has high risks for pain in the long run. im not saying dont join that football team, but dont put yourself into situations that wont benifit you in the long run. there's a good and bad to everything. do not fall into or back into negative energies/things that didnt help you before. they sure as hell wont help you now

ngl i have no idea what this pile means during the second part

pile 2

alright so confirmation: tired, faking happiness, evolution, "PUT THOSE GRIPPERS AWAY", hawks, manifestation, abuse, Christmas, MHA, movies, memories, nsfw content, love desire, caring heart, makeup, procrastination, seven deadly sins

oracle: a time for healing - balsamic moon, expect powerful chance - new moon eclipse

tarot: 10 of spears, 7 of flowers, 3 of hedgehogs

so this is the pile whos done mostly nothing wrong. when i say mostly, i mean bc everyones made at least one mistake in their life. ofc theres still a callout. STOP BEATING YOURSELF UP! STOP BELITTLING YOUR PAIN, YOUR TRAUMA, THE THINGS THAT HURT YOU MENTALLY AND PHYSICALLY EVERY SINGLE DAY!! let go of the past, its gone. its ending. get over it. that friend isnt coming back, they weren't right for you. let go of the past, accept it, and move forward. thats just some advice.

pile 3

hey pile 3

confirmation: false/negative manifestations, intrusive thoughts, self destructive behavior, gay, peaches (that one song omg), yung gravy, emotions, love, communication or lack of communication, birthdays, parties, celebrations

oracle: believe in the impossible - blue moon

tarot: 2 of cups, 4 of flowers, knight of teacups reversed

okay i got flowers in every pile, anyways this piles energy is of a pair.. two people or two piles? maybe you picked another pile. but its a harmonious pair. you guys may be for a long time, maybe shifting together, maybe you work on a lot of projects together? i heard you guys dont talk much but when you do its fun. you guys are a great pair. hold on to each other. i feel like once this pile overcomes toxic/negative behaviors they will shift. it depends on how fast you get rid of them/start manifesting positively.

change the way you see things, the emotions and reactions you have to things that happen. if you wake up in your cr and not your dr say something like "bro what?? why am i in my cr? thats odd, hasnt been like this before." see everything that happens in a different light. if you think that you saw something that was a sign btw, it was. take it and use it how you think its fit. use your talents, you know you can! practice the fun things you want to do one day. practive makes perfect!! get off your ass and do something. vent through an art form. you dont have to use words. you're doing nothing right now. you NEED to do something, but take a break from stressing yourself. its not helping anything

[arminsumi]

hey if ur up for it could u write promt 8 of friends to lovers for armin.. but like the reader teaches him how to kiss bc she really wants an excuse to finally kiss him? hehe

KISSING ON THE COUCH.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐈𝐍 — アルミン ⋅ fem reader

8 — "I'll teach you to kiss."

NOTE: wheee!! i'm ngl this prompt was made with armin in mind hehe 💗

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🍒 𝐉𝐚𝐲 ⋅ 𝐑𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠𝐬/𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐩 𝐚 𝐥𝐨𝐭 !

"Ah, yeah, I mean, kissing is a core part of romance for most people, right? But there's no way I can do that."

Armin's chatting with you in the living room of your parent's house, just like you've always done since you were kids.

"Why? Kissing is pretty fun." you look over at him, drifting from the interleading kitchen over to where he sits slacked on the couch.

He mutters a quick and sweetly Armin-esque thank you under his breath when you hand him a soda. Vanilla Cola, his all-time favorite; he's drank it since he was twelve and didn't intend to stop drinking it.

"But kissing is awkward... you know how my first kiss went." he grimaces at the memory. You let out a breathy laugh, he looks so cute, almost like a drawing of a cute boy rather than a real one.

"Personally, I wouldn't count that as a first kiss. You were, like, what? Thirteen?" you open your own soda with a pop. It fizzes loudly, the bubbles audibly popping.

He opens his own soda, but of course — he does it in such an Armin kind of way. Very delicately pulling the tab back with his very delicate fingertips, as if the metal hurt his sensitive skin. You know he had the worst acne phase out of all your friends, there are faded scars on his cheeks. Rather than mar his beauty, you think they add to it; of course he never believed you when you said that.

"I think I was fourteen. Didn't you have yours when you were — eighteen? Right?" he looks over at you, fingertip circling the soda can lid.

His eyes always get you. They're entrancing. Hypnotizing. Spellbinding. Armin's unaware of the effect he has on girls, but that just makes him even more attractive.

"I did, yes. No need to remind me." you grumble, taking another sip of your soda and coming to a kneel at the coffee table.

You two always sat like that; him lazily on the couch, you on the plush carpet by the coffee table. Always propping your elbow on it, squishing your cheek on one palm. In the middle of a conversation, Armin would mimic your pose just to get a laugh out of you.

"Eighteen isn't too old to have your first kiss. I've told you that before." he reassures.

"Yes it is! Some people have their first kiss when they're little kids."

"But those kisses don't mean anything. They're childish kisses." Armin says.

"What age d'you think people start having adult kisses?" you ask him curiously, setting your soda down on the table.

You watch as Armin looks up in thought for a moment, his hand swiftly wiping some residual soda liquid off his upper lip. How does he make everything so attractive? In fleeting moments like these, you felt a strong urge to kiss him.

I could kiss him. I just need a plan. We're on the subject of kissing already.

You plot your moves like you're playing chess. It really isn't that difficult, but to you it feels like an impossible match.

"I think, adult kisses — eh that's a weird way of saying it — good kisses are after you're eighteen. Or maybe when you've had enough practice? But never mind, I think all the kisses I'll ever have will always be slightly awkward because I don't know what to do." he says.

He glances at you. His heart pangs when you and him make electric eye contact and he looks away. "You know..." he begins, but you cut him off.

"Why don't I teach you to kiss a girl?" you blurt out. "I mean, we're friends. Why not. I mean if you want to. Just a thought..."

He cracks a shy smile, "Just a thought?" he chuckles, then sits up and sets his soda down after a brief moment of thought.

"Alright, teach me." he asks and pats the seat next to him.

You climb up on the couch and settle down into a comfy position next to him — oh, you're very close, he thinks. The proximity makes his heart pang again, he can feel it sharp in his chest. But why? I mean, like you said, you're friends.

Do friends sit on the couch practicing kissing?

"Don't look at me like that." you tease lightly.

He blinks at you, "Like what? Oh, sorry." he giggle and widens his eyes a little. You've scolded him for having bedroom eyes many times, and he's defended that it's not bedroom eyes but rather he just has naturally lidded, sultry eyes.

"So... question." he asks as you lean in. His breath fans your face, it makes your lips tingle. You can smell the Vanilla Cola.

"Hm?"

"Where do I put my hands? Because that's something I've never really understood..."

"Oh... well you can put them anywhere you like."

"Can you guide me?" he asks.

You look at him for a moment. His heart goes wild when you take his hands in yours. Yes you and him have held hands, plenty of times in fact, when you walk around town or when you run down the school corridors or while you explore abandoned buildings.

"Personally... I would want your hands here." you tell him, placing them on your neck, "And if you'd cup the back of my neck like — yeah, like that..."

Was it getting stuffy in here? But there's a good breeze coming in through the open window. Yet you feel like you're choking up. It seems like he is, too.

Warm hands cupping the back of your neck, gentle fingers holding you like a trophy, two big blue eyes staring into your soul.

He pulls you in for a peck. A sweetly awkward one. Your noses bump. Well, now both of you can't stop smiling which makes it hard to do anything.

You lean in for a peck, but it lasts longer than his and — oh my god, he melts. It's history from there. Feeling his best friend's lips sent him to another dimension, as dramatic as that sounds.

He's levitating when you keep pressing teaching kisses to his lips. He loves that you take your time, like you're savoring the taste just like when you sip on your soda.

"Y-you can tilt your head, too, it makes it feel better..." you tell him, a little short of breath.

His head spins a bit at the sensation. His lips are tingly.

"Okay..."

So he tilts his head into the kiss, and holds the back of your neck and slides one hand down and finds your hand. He holds it.

He breaks from the kiss, lips hovering hot over yours, and looks at you through his lashes. "Is this good?"

"Mhm. Really good. You're doing g-good." you assure him.

"Can I keep going?" he asks.

"Yeah..."

So he keeps kissing you, gliding his lips over yours slowly. If anything, he only gets slower. He's really trying to savor it. Like he savors the taste of Vanilla Cola.

Minutes go by, though time dissolved in your minds by now. It was just another meaningless concept. Did past and future exist? Well, did it matter while kissing? No. No it didn't.

You pull away. He blinks and sucks in a breath, bangs lightly ruffled from pressing so close to your forehead. He can taste you on his lips, on his tongue, you're pervading his whole system and he loves it.

"S-so... that's... yeah... any questions?" you laugh, regaining composure quicker than him.

"Huh? What — questions? Yeah... can we do that again?" he asks eagerly.

"Huh?"

"What?"

"What?"

"I just meant... like... keep teaching me. I think I can learn a lot from those lips." he backtracks nervously, Addam's apple shifting a little when he swallows sharply.

"Oh, right... well... y-yeah. Let's keep going then. Why don't you try kissing me now — mmf."

He goes in for it without hesitation. He kisses with his whole body, you can feel a surge of his passion wash over you, and he can feel a surge of tingles across his brain.

There's a lot of serotonin to be farmed from your kisses.

Light smacking sounds, subtle saliva sounds, lips on lips. He's never enjoyed kissing like this. But it's just practice. You're just teaching him so he can kiss... who? Who does he want to kiss? He doesn't have anyone in mind other than you.

He gets lost in it, and without thinking much he nibbles your bottom lip and swipes his tongue across it. You let him poke his tongue in and — well both of you melt harder than before. It's so impossibly soft. No wonder people praised French kissing. But did they ever get French kissed by such a gentle sweetheart like Armin? You were the only one to have that honor.

"Hah... sorry." he pulls away, breathless.

You pant very lightly, " 's okay..." you smile, "I don't mind if you... use tongue. I like it a lot..."

"Okay..." he gulps and then goes right back in to continue.

Weren't you supposed to be teaching him? It feels like that's not necessary, since both of your lips mold together perfectly. You and him are two matching puzzles pieces.

"Y/n?" he breaks from the kiss and looks down at you, hands gently squeezing both your hands now.

"Hm?"

"Can I ask you something?"

"Yeah?"

He slightly smirks, lips glistening with your saliva, "Did you really wanna educate me on kissing, or did you just wanna kiss me?" he asks. Damn that sharp intuition.

"If the latter, how would you feel about that...?" you ask tentatively.

His heart thumps. Throbs. Palpitates. Malfunctions. You look so sweet, he wants to kiss you again and again.

He doesn't answer with words, he just dives back in for a feathery kiss, tangling his body with yours. Hands cupping your cheeks, in a very indescribably Armin kind of way.

He speaks in between each smooch.

" 'shoulda — kissed me — sooner." he mutters, taking a deep inhale as he kisses you harder than before, leaning into your body, cupping your cheeks so comfortably.

© 𝐚𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐢 𝐃𝐎 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈'𝐕𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐄.

[cellophaine]

Idk if I’m Doing this right lol. Anyways I wanted to request a Matt Murdock x Sleeping!reader something based on the reader that kicks hits and moves around a lot while being in deep sleep cus I know I do like really bad, one time I like hit my sister right in the nose when I was young lol anyways it would be funny to see like a Matt’s perspective on that and his reaction and maybe the reader denies it when she wakes up and they laugh about it

Unexpected

Pairing: Matt Murdock x F!Reader

Warnings: Fluff. Ngl the dialogues are a little rough in this one.

Author's Note: I hope I did your request justice!

Share and feedback are welcomed!

GIF Credit: @cinnamurdock-blog

Matt's night was going great. Hell's Kitchen was unusually quiet and relatively peaceful, which made him suspicious of what might go on underneath the false pretense. But it seemed like his neighbourhood was on its best behaviour tonight. Matt wasn't going to complain. He was grateful for it, as his mind kept circling back to his apartment, where you were. You finally felt comfortable enough to agree to stay the night at his place, and nothing could make him happier.

After a quick round in the more troubled area, Matt decided to cut his patrol short.

A course of excitement thrummed in his veins as Matt laid gentle steps on the creaky staircase. He listened to the steady heartbeat in his bedroom, waiting for his return. The silence accentuated your heavy breathing. He gently slid the door to his bedroom open not to wake you and made his way over. He felt around for your position and found you lying face down on the pillow, the blanket wrapped around your limbs in a way that couldn't be comfortable for you. With gentle hands, Matt turned you onto your back, straightened your limbs, and placed the blanket on you in a way that wouldn't suffocate you. He smoothed the hair on your forehead away before pressing a tender kiss on you. His lips curved into a soft smile at the smell of his shampoo on your soft strands.

After a quick rinse, Matt hurried back to the bedroom to find you in the same position he left you in. He carefully slipped underneath the blanket and shifted until he could comfortably wrap an arm around your torso. After a still moment of more contemplating, he pulled himself even closer into your welcoming warmth, and his heart swelled as the ache in his chest finally eased at the proximity between the two of you. Matt burrowed his face into the nape of your neck and took a deep breath, allowing your scent to envelop his sense. Sleep came to him easily, settling over his heavy eyelids.

Matt woke from the deep slumber to the feeling of you slipping out of his hold. He was startled wide awake when that was followed up with a dull hit of your elbow on his cheek, just a touch below his eyes. Bracing himself up on one elbow, Matt listened to the deep and steady draws of your breaths, a clear indication of your unconscious state.

Matt shifted back, allowing more space between you so you could freely move in your sleep. Still, he wanted to hold you in whatever capacity was available, so he put his hand on the crook of your elbow; his rough palm met your soft skin. He let the steady rhythm of your breathing lull him to sleep again.

That didn't last long as your hand met his face in a sharp smack just a few moments later. It hurt a little this time, but the sting only made Matt chuckle to himself at the irony. In your oblivious state, you managed to get some good hits on him than most people who tried much harder with much more malice. Besides him, you slowly returned to the position he found you in when he first got back. He turned your face sideways so you would be comfortable without blocking your nose. Matt lowered his head to place a kiss on your temple and flinched slightly as you twitched again underneath him. He resigned to the other side of the bed, woefully a little further away from you. He faded in and out of sleep at your spontaneous kicks, hits and moves throughout the night, crushing his hope of cuddling you.

The enticing scent of coffee teased his acute sense of smell, prying his tired eyelids open. Matt was greeted by your cheery mood once he made it out of the bedroom.

"Look who's finally up."

There was a teasing smile in your tone; he could hear it so clearly.

"What time is it?"

His words were muffled with a yawn.

"12:11."

You stood up from the couch and walked toward him; your soft steps on his floor felt feather-light. The rich aroma of roasted bean wafted to him as you got close, and he swiftly swiped the mug from you, taking a sip despite your playful protest. The taste was sweet, even though Matt knew you shared a similar taste in coffee. Slightly bitter with a touch of creaminess.

Maybe the sweetness came from you.

"Hey! Get your own coffee."

He chuckled, which turned into another yawn.

"You have no right to complain, sweetheart. Especially when you're the reason I couldn't sleep well last night."

Matt took another sip.

"What do you mean?"

"You moved … quite a bit in your sleep."

He pointed to the cheek you hit, prodding the prickled skin.

"I came home last night with no scratch, and I woke up with a bruise."

He tsked as you stood on your tiptoe to take a closer look at the pink patch on his face.

"Who knew I didn't need to go out to get beaten up?"

He said it with a cheeky smile. You huffed, putting your arms around your chest.

"Uhm, objection. I didn't do that. My sister could attest to it. We shared the same tent during our camping trip just a few weeks ago, and she said I stayed put the whole night."

Matt pursed his lips, pretending to mull over your claim.

"And guest what?"

His brows rose, beckoning you to continue.

"She's a light sleeper."

You playfully pushed on his shoulder.

"So it can't be me, Murdock. Your speculation has been disproven."

He chuckled, shaking his head.

"Objection. That's hearsay. The evidence is clear on my face where you assaulted me. Your sister has no credit on this case."

You gasped, placing a hand on your chest in a pretense of shock.

"How dare you use your big lawyer words against me?"

"How dare you?"

He retorted. You held it for a moment before bursting into laughter, feeling the air lighten at your repartee. Once you had settled down, you touched his cheek, the pad of your thumb smoothed over the bruised skin.

"I'm sorry. It seems like I'm still a little bit of a kicker."

Matt leaned into your hand, his eyes closed at your gentle caresses.

"It's okay. You're a cute kicker. I forgive you."

Matt leaned forward to peck your lips, and you sighed happily once he pulled away. You pondered.

"Maybe next time I can roll myself up in a … blanket burrito so I won't hit you?"

At your suggestion, Matt only smirked, and you knew almost immediately where his mind had gone to.

"If you want to me to tie you up, just say so."

You blushed at his suggestive tone, your hands wrapped around his neck as his arms wrapped around your torso, pulling you flush against him.

"Do you have time for a little … demonstration?"

You bit at the inside of your cheek, feeling his hands lowered to your barely covered bottom.

"For you? I always have time."

Matt picked you up and brought you back to his bedroom, the plans for your day temporarily forgotten.

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[gay-dorito-dust]

Hello I love your short fics you do with LeonxReader. I also saw your “tired, trying and internally dying” and it describes me perfectly. I was also wondering if you would do a LeonxReader with some injury/angst and Leon or reader whoever is the injured one making jokes to try and lighten the situation??? Please and thank you💖💖

I appreciate that you enjoy my little Leon x reader stuff and Ngl I made that motto up on the fly when making this blog and now I’m only seemingly to live up to it nowadays 😂

Tw: Hatchets being thrown, injuries, violence, gun violence and reader having a gun.

‘Didn’t your mother ever tell you it’s not good etiquette to greet guests with such hostility?’ You taunted the villager just as he threw his hatchet at your head but you moved out of it’s trajectory in the nick of time. ‘Ha! You missed!’ You exclaimed which would’ve proved in making the villager pissed, but you noticed the sinister look in his eyes as they moved over your shoulder before a sickeningly satisfied smirk stretched across his face.

Just then a pained shout came from behind you and your blood ran cold. ‘Leon?’ You said under your breath and the smile on the villagers face seemed to only grow, as though he was confirming your worst fear; A scowl then replaced your worried expression as your jaw clenched tightly and your blood began to boil out of anger.

‘Say good night you son of a bitch.’ You snarled as you were quick in drawing your gun before putting a couple of well placed bullets through the man’s head, chest and legs in rapid fire succession; Taking an unsettling amount of enjoyment as he fell off the side of the castle battlements and into the veil of smog below before a faint thud could be heard, indicating that the bastard was well and truly dead.

‘Hey, if your done patting yourself on the back, I’m still very much hurt and would very appreciate if my lovely partner would offer me a helping hand, if that’s not too much to ask for?’ Leon’s voice brought you out of your own head and you were quick to look at him; only for your eyes to focus on the handle of the hatchet that stuck out from his shoulder whilst the steel blade was buried deep into his flesh.

‘Oh my god, Leon.’ You said hurriedly as you rushed to his side, trying not to openly express your internal fretting over him but you obviously weren’t doing so well in keeping your composure, as Leon attempted a smile before placing his hand on your shoulder. ‘It’s no biggie, having a hatchet in your shoulder and all.’ He shrugs with his uninjured shoulder. ‘It could’ve been a hell of a lot worse, so I’d give this experience a five out of ten.’

‘Will you quit it with the joking?’ You said, not finding any of this even remotely funny as you gestured to the hatchet in his shoulder. ‘You’re hurt, seriously hurt-‘

‘oh is that what this searing pain in my shoulder is? I wouldn’t have guessed. Thank you for educating me doctor, you really saved my life.’ Leon cuts you off sarcastically and you looked at him with raised brows and arms crossed over your chest as you impatiently tapped your foot. ‘Your ability to run your mouth hasn’t seemed to be hindered much for an injured man, so you should be up to continuing the mission right?’ You told him, flashing a false smile as you patted his chest rather harshly, causing Leon to wince upon each impact of your hand.

‘No, I would like it very much if my partner got me medical attention before I decided to pull this fucker out myself and bleed to death.’ Leon retorted, mimicking you by raising his brows and tapping his foot. The sight was quite humorous that you had to stifle a chuckle behind you hand because of it, before regaining your composure as you then sighed loudly as you moved yourself to Leon’s side and usher him to where you met the merchant last.

Yet with how slow Leon was taking his strides, you couldn’t help but crack a joke at his expense. ‘C’mon grandpa, it’s time for your daily medication.’ Leon scoffed but couldn’t help the smile that slip onto his lips when he noticed how much you’ve calmed down since first seeing his injury; Being a little pain in the arse seemed to have finally pay off in his favour.

‘You’ve been waiting to make that joke you, haven’t you?’ Leon asked, voice light in humour as he gauged your reaction.

‘Maybe.’ You responded, neither denying nor confirming.

‘Bitch.’ Leon said.

‘Jerk.’ You replied.

[hp-hcs]

I saw your post about being on a big Theodore kick and HONESTLY SAME. Gimme anything Theo and I’ll read it, a Theodore Nott x male reader would honestly be incredible because there’s SO LITTLE OUT THERE (my little gay heart is broken) the plot can be anything you want I just want a happy ending please ☆〜（ゝ。∂）

OH MY GOD THAT IS SO FACTS CAN WE P L E A S E STOP WITH ALL ‘X READER’S INHERENTLY BEING FEM-SPECIFIC????

Splinched (Chapter One) — death eater! theodore nott x splinched! male! muggleborn! reader

TWs: graphic descriptions of a wound, blood, injury, and the like; also theo’s just kinda a dick ngl

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Sshhhh “…nother skirmish has broken out in D…”zzzzzz “…lley, leading to the fire that has com…” ssshhhh “…tely consumed Flourish & Blotts. It is with great sadne…” bzzzz “…nd regret that the Wizarding Wireless Ne…” sshhzzz “…ork News must inform our listeners of the murders o…” pssshzh “…Creevy and Florean Fortes…” ssshhhh “…ue. Additionally, the foll…” zzzzzzsssshh “…en abducted: L…” pssshhhzbbbbzzzz “…Alice…” zzzzzzzhhh “…Y/N L/N…”

Theodore smacks the radio once more and it goes quiet. You flinch back at the sudden aggression.

He mistakes the flinch for movement, whirling around and pointing his wand at your throat.

“Don’t. Move.”

You freeze, eyes wide, and nod rapidly.

Theodore grunts, turning back to his original task of stoking the campfire that existed as the only thing lighting the dark area. The heavily wooded space Theodore had chosen as a stopping spot for the night creeped you out. Branches constantly cracked nearby, leaves rustled with creatures passing through, and the trees rose up so high, the moon and stars were completely blocked out.

Shivering, you drew your meager cloak tighter around yourself, biting your lip in pain as you brush against your wound. You squeeze your nails into your palm to keep from crying out. The waves of pain seem never ending, the wound sending sharp stabs of agony up your ribs and across your entire torso.

“Fucking Salazar, are you really crying?” Theodore’s voice dripped with disgust. “You’re pathetic.”

“Strong words coming from a magical Nazi,” you bite out through the pain, scoffing bitterly. “Just kill me an’ get it over with, for both of our sakes.”

His face contorts into a vicious scowl and his grip tightens around his wand again. He stares at you with those terrifyingly dead eyes before moving closer to where you sit on the ground by the fire.

“You’re injured.”

“What?”

“Merlin, are you fucking stupid?” He spits. “You’re. Injured.”

“Thanks, Sherlock, I wasn’t fucking aware.”

He switches his wand to his other hand and moves even closer, tugging at the edge of your cloak. Your fingers, trembling with the pain and exhaustion you feel, let go of the fabric with no resistance.

“Lumos.”

You can hear Theodore draw in a sharp breath as he holds his wand closer to your torso. His other hand comes up and traces the edge of it with surprisingly gentle fingers.

You wince at the sudden flare of pain.

“Does that hurt?” He glances up at you. You could’ve sworn that for a second, something flashed through those dead eyes—pity, maybe, or sympathy, even?

“No, I actually always flinch whenever something doesn’t hurt.”

“No need to be a smartass,” he sneers, any traces of pity completely gone. “You got splinched.”

You grimace. “Fuck.”

“Indeed,” he drawls, tugging at your cloak. “Take this off.”

You mock-gasp. “Mr. Nott, I barely know you!”

“Merlin help me- I swear to Salazar, L/N…”

You roll your eyes and unfasten your cloak, letting it drop to the ground around you. You shiver in the late evening chill, goosebumps rising on your arms.

Theodore leans in closer, illuminating your wound with his wand. He cringes, his fingers once again returning to trace over the edges, trying to determine how large the injury is.

You gasp in pain, digging your nails into your palms again. Theodore glanced up at you, then back down at your torso.

“Think you could stand?”

You hesitate.

He nods, mostly to himself, and gets to his feet, slinging your arm around his shoulder and half-walking you, half-carrying you into the shoddy tent he’d been able to conjure. (“Believe it or not, L/N, I’ve never seen a muggle tent before. Stop laughing.”)

He helps you lay down on one of the blankets, you wincing with every little movement. He closes and wards the tent with a few simple spells, crawling over and kneeling by your side.

“Take off your shirt,” he grunts as he digs through his bag.

You comply, shaking fingers fumbling with the buttons. Theodore is caught off guard when he doesn’t hear any snappy comeback from you and glances over curiously.

Your shirt’s only about halfway unbuttoned, your fingers too slick with your own blood to unfasten the slippery buttons.

He huffs, smacking your hands away and unbuttoning your shirt himself.

He draws in another sharp breath at the sight. “Uh- this…is beyond my knowledge.”

Your breaths are shallow and your eyes closed. You nod after a second too long, blood rushing in your ears.

“‘ve you got thread an’ a needle?” You ask quietly after a moment.

“No. That’s barbaric. Fucking Merlin-” he huffs, grabbing his wand and trying a few simple healing spells that really don’t do much against a wound of your size.

“Okay. Okay, yeah. O-”

“If you say okay one more time, I’m going to punch you.”

It doesn’t seem like Theodore heard you. “We can’t Apparate, we don’t have a portkey, and you’re too injured to fly or walk. Fuck.”

“Aww, guess you’re gonna have to spend even more time with little ol’ me then, huh?”

“If you weren’t actively bleeding out, I’d crucio your ass so fast,” he threatens through gritted teeth.

“Kinky.”

Theo just sighs and rolls his eyes. “Don’t move. I’m gonna try to fix this, alright?”

“Yeah, cause you’ve been great at that so far.”

He doesn’t answer, instead slowly chanting a spell you’re completely unfamiliar with. You’ve never heard it before, but you can tell that every word that comes out of his mouth is absolutely dripping in Dark magic.

Gasping sharply, fresh, torturous pain claws at your torso, sinking its nails into your flesh and dragging the jagged edges back together. You can feel your bones being jarringly shoved back into place, your skin knitting itself back together twisted and wrong.

You bite your lip to keep from making a sound, your teeth drawing blood as you squeeze your eyes shut. Eventually, you can take no more and cry out in agony, weakly swatting at his hand for him to stop.

His wand falls from his hand with a clatter. He fumbles for what to do, settling on just gripping your hand and shushing you, as if you were a child.

Your chest spasms with the effort of taking a breath, and you grasp his hand back as tight as you can.

“Shit. Okay. Okay- uh, that’s- that’s enough, for now. We can pick this back up tomorrow,” Theo’s voice rises in pitch and his anxiety becomes palpable.

Your fingers tremble against the back of his hand, tears pricking at your eyes as you gasp in a breath. “H-hurts.”

“Shh, I know, I know. I’m sorry,” he whispers, keeping his grasp on your hand steady and smoothing down your hair with his free hand.

Theodore bit his lip nervously. The spell wasn’t finished; your ribs still looked like a jumbled up mess underneath stretched-taut skin. Your entire torso was a mess of contractured scars that left your skin looking wrinkled and messed up, like someone had pulled a running stitch through a piece of fabric too tightly.

You, one of the most bitingly acerbic, tough-as-nails guys he’d ever met, had been reduced to a whimpering, crying mess under Theo’s spell. You still held his hand, but had turned your head to press your face against his knee, mumbling incoherently under your breath.

Theodore could feel the Dark magic of his spell fizzing and crackling off of you. He bit his lip again, deliberating, before gently moving your face back from his knee so that he could lie down next to you.

You blindly reach for him, his hand on your shoulder gently guiding you to bury your face into his chest. He wraps his free arm around your shoulders, keeping you close.

Theo squeezed his eyes shut with every muffled whimper and cry that came from your lips, mentally berating himself for the odd flutter of his heart he feels when you cling to him.

Stop it, Theodore. Now is not the time.

Well…why isn’t it?

He’s alone, in a very small tent, with a cute guy who is utterly reliant on Theo for survival.

Really, what’s so bad about making the best of the current situation?

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Chapter Two

[cyberchronics]

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vampire choso 😵‍💫😵‍💫 omggg

♥︎ ngl saw @/rice5x's vamp gojo post and it made me start thinking about jjk men as vampires... shoutout to them ♥︎

★ choso is kinda creepy, reader is here for it, feeding, blood, written way more sexual than it is ★

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choso is definitely the reserved type of vampire... staying in an old house in the middle of the woods, living off whatever animals come by both because of how antisocial he is and out of the desire not to hurt anyone.

it's not hard to imagine his struggle when you stumble by his home. clothes drenched, thin coat doing a terrible job of keeping you warm... what kind of monster wouldn't have taken you in for the night? certainly not this one.

it's absolute torture trying to control himself. he can hear your blood as it streams through your body, the rapid pace of your heart slowing as he serves you a warm cup of tea. it's been ages since the last time he's so much as seen another person, let alone someone as pleasant as you. you're so tantalizing without even trying, making his fangs sink into his lip and draw deep red blood.

he's not gonna hold up much longer.

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Choso can't help how weird he's being. His instincts are starting to take over for the first time in forever, carnal urges telling him to stop watching as you relax on his old couch and go in for the kill. His sensitive nose twitches as it picks up the subtle scent of your sweet blood, nails digging into his arm and drawing red lines. He has to distract himself from the desire to listen to them, and find something else to focus his energy on.

For a while his mission is successful as he holes himself up in the bathroom, patching up his clawed-up arms and sneaking to the kitchen to grab one of the various packs of blood stuffed in the bottom drawer of the fridge. No matter how much Choso drinks it's not enough, the bland taste of rabbit and deer is almost unpalatable compared to the nectar he knows is right beneath your supple skin. Maybe... a little taste wouldn't hurt?

That's right. He has enough sense to not suck you dry right now, so one or two sips will be enough to quell his growing hunger. He should take care of it now instead of letting himself fester fully into a bloodthirsty animal. At least, that's what Choso tells himself as he creeps towards your snoozing form, crouching down slightly and poking your cheek to test how deep your sleep is. When you show no reaction, he quiets his nerves and grabs your wrists gently.

There's a moment of stillness as he admires your wrists, licking the soft flesh to prepare it and lining his fangs up with your veins. He takes a deep breath, whispering to himself one last reminder not to go overboard, before sinking in slowly. The taste is better than he could've imagined. Sweetness and slight tang meld together into a delectable syrup that lingers on his tongue. He moans at the sensation, loud and erotic despite his urge to stay quiet.

Choso's brain melts and his sensors cross as the simple pleasure of this moment takes over his entire body. His ears feel as if they're on fire as he drinks slowly, thighs rubbing together unconsciously as he revels in it all. What a spectacular experience.

Reluctantly, he prys himself away from your arm, lapping up the leftover blood that follows his fangs. Choso takes a minute to catch his breath, coming down from the exhilarating high and looking up— only to be met with shining eyes. His own turn into saucers as he begins to trip over his words, starting his desperate attempt to explain himself and apologize, only to be shushed by you. A look of confusion is cast your way as you sit up, simply rolling up your sleeve and offering your arm to him.

"You can't be satisfied with that." Your voice is borderline angelic as you give him a sweet smile, embracing this side of him instead of pushing him away or running off. What the hell did he do to deserve this? "I can handle it. Get your fill."

Who is he to deny your offer when you ask so eagerly?

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a/n: this is definitely gonna be a series... please leave other vamp characters u wanna see :3 next post will probably be gojo fic pt 2 then some ratio crumbs for hsr fans

[norrisscented]

A Little Help

Daniel Ricciardo x Autistic!Fem!Reader

warnings:: ~shutdowns and meltdowns~, reader has a hard time communicating verbally. mentions of harm during a meltdown, talks sensory overload, ngl this is very self indulgent-

(a/n):: ANOTHER BLURB <3 motivation was poopy but i’m back i think!!!

You could feel your own skin, taste your saliva, and hear yourself blink. The comforter that you and Daniel had to search for in stores now felt too much, even though you couldn’t feel it on your skin. He wasn’t home, yet. He hasn’t seen you like this in a while.

By this you mean, the aftermath of a meltdown. You were hyper aware of it all. Your face red from your emotions and feelings. It all felt as though you only understood it fully but you knew if Daniel were to walk in, there’s no way to tell him how it felt.

You really tried to calm down, use the coping skills you have learned. You couldn’t though. Nothing was going right and you had reached your breaking point when you opened up a package that contained your safe food, it is what you are used to. Except it wasn’t, you are certain they changed the recipe. It all came crashing down on you then.

Other people would call it childish but you have few things you can rely on as a normal thing. This includes packaged foods that usually always taste the same, movies you’ve seen 50 times, and Daniel’s love and support. You could really use the last two things right about now.

Click.

Speak of the devil- or angel? You don’t know at the moment.

“Hun? You in the bedroom?” Daniels voice echoes throughout the home. You can’t find it in yourself to reply just yet, you know you should but the words are stuck in your chest.

You know he’s taken off his shoes by the softness of his footsteps, memorizing footsteps and the emotions or actions behind them was easy for you. The footsteps grow closer. You watch him slowly fully open the bedroom door, it being almost closed.

“Hey, you okay?” You notice the little things in his voice, how his voice lowers and softens when he sees the state you’re in. You don’t have enough energy to hide the fact that you had a meltdown just some time ago. You just don’t have energy now.

He sits on the edge of the bed, near you. Pressure, you need pressure on you. That’s all you can think, but once again you can’t verbalize it.

“Is there anything I can do for you right now, hun?” He keeps his voice calm, you nod.

“Are you able to tell me right now?” He’s so understanding you could cry if you weren’t dehydrated right now.

“Pressure.” He smiles at your reply, happy to help.

“Ok,” He scoots over to you and pulls you into his chest. Fully wrapping his arms around you and squeezing just the right amount.

“Might have to get you one of those weighted blankets, ey?” He laughs but you know it’s a real suggestion. You’ve talked about it of course, for when he’s gone. You just nod in his chest.

“When you're able to, wanna tell me what happened?” You sigh, the words stuck in your chest start moving upward.

“Built up. They changed the recipe in (your safe food) and that’s what threw me overboard.” Short and sweet, that’s the only way you know how to communicate after anything that has drained you.

“I know how much you liked that.” He draws light circles on your back. He takes a deep breath before continuing “You gotta let me know if you hurt yourself, I know how hard it can be to express your emotions especially when you're by yourself.”

A quick shake of the head is good enough for Daniel. He knows that you would’ve told him if you did harm yourself, accidentally or on purpose to try to soothe yourself.

“Can we watch (your favorite movie).” You ask.

“Of course.”

[ranboothesillyartist]

So uhm I created my first TADC au

StarBunny

Jax design:

I'm going to explain some things so no1 will get confused

A big part of the characters get hungry, can sleep, can get hurt n other things that a living being do. Moon, Sun n Caine are the only ones that don't get hungry

The Moon considers Jax her "son". I dunno how to explain this..

Caine, moon n sun are the only ones who can understand what's Jax saying

Text: red: gangle, orange: raghata, purple: kinger, pink: zooble, Caine: u'll know bc I'll show u n Jax... I don't want to give u spoilers

A very dark night Jax feel's bad n goes outside to crie, he always hide his bad feelings in front of the others.

He sits near the lake, the moon see him crying n asks:

Why are you crying darling?

Jax doesn't answer so the moon sits next to him

Do you feel bad from so many years that you're stuck here?

Jax nods

Well It's probably worse for others,you are being very mean to others...

...

I'm sorry darling but that's the truth... You need to stop that

...

I know that there's a good bunny inside you..!

She touches his face (invisible nose lol)

I think that I can change it!

Jax falls asleep

The next morning Jax wake up n feels a bit different, he can't talk, he starts panicking!

Calm down! I did this so you can possibly change! So you can't be mean

(Moon says)

Now Jax can only communicate w... jingles??? What is happening to this story creator???? (I don't fucking know..!)

*JINGLE JINGLE JINGLE JINGLE JINGLE JINGLE????* (WHY??? COULDN'T U JUST CHANGE ME BUT NOT TAKING AWAY MY VOICE????)

... Well I wanted to try something different.!

* jingle jingle..* ( u're weird..)

Well now you're my little star!

*jingle* ( k lol I have to accept that)

You can go now, bye!

Now Jax go sneak peek the others but oh raghata saw him n oh gangle too!

Jax: *JINGLE* (OH FUC-)

Jax starts running trying to scape from raghata, gangle n now zooble, kinger.. ( Pomni is having another panic attack )

Jax comes across a dead end hallway, now he's cornered! SHIT- he thinks then he looks at the others w a horrified face

We will not hurt you!

Hey can we be friends?

Hey lil fella don't be afraid! I can't hurt you!

Jax feels... Loved? Happy?? I dunno it's a mix of feelings teehee:33

You look like a star! *Hugs Jax*

Well looks like there's a new friend here!

*Chuckles*

Well uhm Jax takes advantage of them thinking he's a new character n enjoy the moment but then Caine shows up n notice him

Caine: Wait! I don't remember having a new member! Let me see... Wait... THAT'S JAX???

WHAT?! HOW?? everyone screamed

Caine: Jax, who did this?

*Jingle jingle..* (the moon..)

Caine: What? The moon can do that?!

*Jingle jingle?* (as I see yes?)

Caine: I'll have a little conversation with her!

Everyone is surprised, they didn't know that was Jax

Oh! You changed! Pff!

But he still looks like a star.. a cute star..

AAAAAA

Uhm pfff well you look cute! *chuckles* (ngl..)

Jax feels a bit uncomfortable.. but he already did a lot of other bad things so he deserves it. Zooble makes fun of him n the others like to hug him bc he's very soft n so cute, they can't be mad at him he's just so cute!

N I'm done for now! that's the story, I want to people give me ideas of what to draw em doing, like.. Jax sleeping w the moon?? Dunno..

[skele-bunny]

I wish you would write a fic with more BPD dewther!

🐦

YEAHYEAH! Ngl, little bit of a personal projection

Separation. (CW) Aether/Dewdrop

CW - Suicidal Thoughts

Tags: BPD episode/split, assumptions, overthinking, Hurt w/Comfort

Characters: Aether, Dewdrop

(Divider by @ wrathofrats !)

Everything had been just fine. Truly and honest just fine. Dew pressed against Aether's side, head on his mate's chest while they watched a new series that had been recommended by Cirrus after getting cozy in their pajamas of the afterglow of a previous hour. Aether's hand lazily stroking down Dewdrop's back, claws grazing and occasionally pushing his fingers in to rub and elicit purrs from the fire ghoul.

Aether's phone rang, drawing both of their attention—Dew sitting up so Aeth could reach over and answer. He didn't mind as he talked to someone in the hospital, picking up the remote to go pause but Aether's hand waving a 'no' stopped him. Eyes following as Aether stood up, walking to the bathroom and closing the door, yet his voice continued.

He sat patiently, eyes flicking between the bathroom door to the TV, exhaling slowly. All it took was for Dewdrop to hear Aether laugh for his entire mood to switch. He looked down at his lap, ears slowly drooping down and tail curling around his own thigh, before his breathing got shaky. Dew didn't know why he thought the way he did, or reacted the way he did, he just did. His mind settling on the worst case scenario and keeping it as fact. Tears began to swell and Dew couldn't regulate himself.

Looking at the ring on his finger, Dewdrop slipped it off and slammed it on the bedside table, standing up and leaving their shared room to make his way down the hallway to his abandoned old one. The room smelled stale from the lack of anyone being in it, dust lining shelves but maneuvering his way on his old bed that still had his mound of stuffed animals.

He collapsed down into the pillows, unable to stop his tears flowing and broken sobs—claws gripping the pillow that seemed to only be needed for moments like this. It felt like Dew's heart was breaking in the most physical way, his chest tightening and pings of pain echoing through his entire rib cage. He was too hyper aware of his gurgling cry, a simple siren song working it's way through as he begged for comfort and attention.

Dew only muffled himself more, his scent souring. He pushed his knees up under his stomach, a fetal position where he could try and ease some of the pain his body felt after coming to terms with Aether getting bored with him. That had to be the case, right? They just had sex, and that's all Aether wanted. He was so eager to pickup the phone. Something to get him away from Dew, maybe it was a new mate Dewdrop didn't know about. He wouldn't be surprised. He wasn't gentle touched like Rain was, didn't have the humor of Swiss, or even the comforting presence like Mountain and Sunshine.

He was just bottom of the barrel, forcing Aether to deal with him.

Nothing about him was good enough for any type of affection, just stuck in a loop of finding ways to shut him up. To satisfy Dew enough to keep him wrapped around whoever's finger until they decided to dump him. It seemed Aether was nearing his own end after all the years of putting up with him.

Another sob bubbled through, his entire frame shaking as he couldn't control himself. Sitting up some, Dew tried to stop his hyperventilating, deeming helpless as it only got worse as he looked at his empty ring finger. There was nothing there, because there was nothing there. There was no relationship, there was no love. There was nothing. Aether wasn't coming for him, and if anything was probably happy Dew had left the bedroom—to allow someone else he actually desired to take the spot.

For weeks there'd been things Dew overlooked that suddenly became his reality. How Aether would keep his head down against Dew's neck during sex instead of simply looking at him, how he seemed to hold Aurora tighter in the recent ghoul pile, how his eyes seemed to linger on Mountain as they broke away from a kiss. And now the phone call where he closed the door, and started laughing. Was it a nurse? Another doctor he worked with? They most likely seen Aether more than Dewdrop did. It'd make sense he'd develop another relationship without telling him. He had no obligation to inform a toy about romance.

He moved to his side, dragging his clownfish toy Zephyr had gifted him years ago to his chest, curling around it for just some type of comfort. Dew would remain alone in this world, and he needed to accept that. He was alone in the pits, how would being topside possibly be any different? He was childish. Foolish to think anything would change. All it was is a change of scenery. Nothing else.

He was certain no one would bat an eye the moment he forced himself to stop breathing. Maybe he could suffocate himself in his pile of misery and dust, leaving his body to rot. His corpse would only be found from the smell and not the care in anyone's heart to see where he went. Dew was positive about that too. It seemed like the best outcome at this point.

"Firefly?" Aether's voice echoed sadly, knocking on the door.

Aether let himself in as Dewdrop didn't respond, tail going between his legs as he seen his mate's current state. His face flushed with tears, snot, and drool going on his plush as he let out the most heartbreaking wails. His tail curled around his own self, a small ball that kept trying to cave in on itself.

He slowly moved over, kneeling on the bed as his hand touched Dew's shoulder. "Oh, firefly... What's wrong?"

Dew shook his head, yanking his shoulder away from Aether. "You don't l-love me anymore."

"Says who? I love you more than anything in this world, Dewdrop. I mean it!" Aether moved his hand back, shuffling closer and laying somewhat behind his mate.

"Says you!" His body shook more with each cry. "You never look at me anymore o-or seem, like, happy with me, and— and you just want to get rid of me and so I did the hard work for you."

Aether whined, pressing his muzzle against Dew's head then backing up. "Can you tell me how?"

His hand started slowly rubbing Dewdrop's arm, knowing how the physical touch always calmed down his splits, even if just miniscule differences.

"Well, you... You just—" Dew clutched his clownfish tighter. "You don't look at me anymore! You, you— Fucking—" More tears fell and another loud cry.

"Oh, my love..." Aether whispered, frowning as he kept rubbing Dewdrop. "I'm right here... I'm listening."

It took longer until Dew could inhale through his cries for him to start babbling once more. "You seem so happier with everyone else, you don't look at me. I want you to look at me, but you always turn your head, or move to where I can't even get the chance to force eye contact... You laugh louder with them, y-you were so happy to get away from me with the phone call and— and you—You just... You don't love me anymore."

There was a moment of silence from Aether as he ran through what Dewdrop said in his head, sighing softly. "I'm so sorry. I never meant to make you feel like that, and I promise with everything in me I love you. I love you so, so much it drives me insane sometimes. You make me happy, Dewy. You always have and you always will. I love how silly you are, your little fits where you throw the nearest thing at me, and even when you bite my chest!"

Aether reached into his pocket to pull out the ring Dew had taken off. He adjusted himself to where the ring was in view of Dew. "When I gave this to you, I meant it. I studied human marriage for so long for you, because I wanted it to be special. I knew how much it meant to you, and how you loved it. I love you, Vai."

Dewdrop squeezed his plush again. "Feelings can change..."

"Have your feelings changed?"

Hesitation trembled over Dew's lips, looking through blurry vision at the purple and blue ring, the jewel held in place by Aether's horn tips. "No... I love you."

"I love you too, Dew. I always will, no matter what your brain may say to you... I really am so sorry I hurt you. Is there anything I can do to help reassure my love for you?"

It took a moment before Dew raised his hand, still shaking but offering his finger again. Aether took the hint and slowly slid the ring back on, holding his mate's hand carefully before bringing it close to kiss his knuckles. Dewdrop followed his hand, heterochromia staring into space.

"Will you look at me?"

Aether clutched his hand tighter, bringing it to his chest while staring back. "Of course I will."

So, they laid. Staring into each other eyes and Aether slowly growing a dopey smile. His lips parted to whisper affections, complimenting each little detail on Dew's face he adored for all these years and more. His spare hand went up, fingers dragging down Dew's wet cheek and watching as he leaned into the touch. The only thing separating them at this point was the clownfish between their chests, foreheads touching and tails intertwined.

Dew exhaled, squeezing his eyes shut as a few more tears slipped out. "Can we make boundaries?"

"Of course we can, love. Tell me what you need."

"When you have phone calls... Can you stay in the room with me?" He asked, finally looking up again.

Aether hummed, "I can do that. But sometimes there needs to be privacy with calls from the hospital. Would it be alright if I go to the bathroom for those?"

"Could you leave the door cracked? Just a bit?"

A nod. "Of course, that's a good compromise."

Relief instantly flooded Dewdrop's face, his nose no longer scrunched and only moving as he sniffled. "In piles, I... Would you hold me tighter? I feel like you don't anymore. Like you don't want to touch me."

"When you say hold you tighter, do you mean only hold you or just squeeze whatever part of you I have?" Aether kept rubbing Dew's cheek, keeping his eye contact and sending comforting smells.

Biting his lip a little to think, Dew answered again. "Squeeze. I don't mind that you're holding the others, they're our mates too, but I just want to feel more of you. Does that make sense?"

"Yeah, it does." Aether nodded. "I can do that. Now, could you do something for me?"

"Anything."

"When you start feeling like I'm not giving you enough attention, affection, or just feel like I'm ignoring you, I want you to tell me. I know it's hard to say and ask for, so how about we make a little code? Yeah? Just come up, grab my hand, and—" Aether squeezed Dew's hand three times. "That'll let me know you need my undivided attention."

Dew looked over Aether's face before slowly squeezing three times back. He watched as the quintessence adjusted the clownfish before pulling him close, hugging tightly around his frame. Dewdrop shook a bit more before his tears came back, hiding in Aether's chest but still clutching his toy. Aether put his chin between Dew's horns, rubbing his back in comforting circles and whispering his love once more.

"You're okay... I'm right here. Let it all out, I'm not going anywhere."

His cries only got worse at the reassurance, but only because relief flooded him like no tomorrow. He finally released the clownfish to clutch to Aether's shirt, feeling each paranoia and assumption slip away the more they stayed tangled. Of course there was the small echo it was just a coy and everything would go back to how it was of nothing. So Dew found Aether's hand and squeezed again.

The position was changed to where Dew was on Aether's chest, completely wrapped in his arms and bodies pressed together. Their hands never released one another, Dewdrop lifting his head to look into Aether's eyes, the quint smiling up at the fire so softly.

"I see you, firefly. I'm not leaving. Not anytime soon, not ever. I love you."

Nodding, Dew laid his head back down and let himself be held more. "I love you, too..."