#so I'm just resigned to feeling like I want to crawl out of my skin :/

[normal-with-adhd-is-a-joke]

girl help I wanted something other than soda at lunch so I got a cranberry juice mix and it didn't occur to me that it was loaded with red dye until like 20 minutes later when I was extremely fucking restless for no reason and was like "shit that was a mistake"

[babyangelsky]

My Favorite Expressions in Love Sea Ep. 7

On a personal level this week has been a very mixed bag but I know that if nothing else got me, this show got me. It's gonna come in clutch for me every time, spider bites and potential hauntings be damned.

I. Love. It. Here.

Will I ever not take psychic damage from the expression Tongrak makes when Mahasamut tells him that he cares about him? The answer is no. It's wonderful and devastating every time.

"How would you rate me out of 10?" Mahasamut asks while Tongrak's face plots teasing and mischief.

Opening a safe shouldn't look so much like staring down the gallows but here we are. Not being able to see how Tongrak's hands were shaking in a screenshot is a blessing.

The panic and terror on this man's face when he saw the read receipt on his phone is something I never want to see again. My hatred for Rak's piece of shit sperm donor is murderous and profound. How actually fucking dare he put this look on his child's face I'm going to kill him with my bare hands.

Peat's acting is so genuinely good that it hurts me. Tongrak was trembling so much that he was struggling to put the phone away and when he gets back to his room, he practically tries to crawl into Mahasamut's skin to hide and feel safe. Look at him, he looks so tiny and scared and I want to cry.

Let us take a break from the sad with this supremely horny shot of Mook unzipping Vivi's dress. Everyone say thank you.

And pour one out for our girl, as is now a weekly custom. Vivi my girly is dying CONFESS TO HER AND MAKE OUT ABOUT IT.

"I'm not going to the event! >:(" Yes you are, mi alma, look at your face when Mook threatens to quit.

Not pictured: One (1) resigned sigh

The grumpiest kitten in the whole venue.

Tongrak: *complaining* Mahasamut: *heart eyes*

My favorite moment of the face journey Tongrak goes on when he realizes just how good Mahasamut looks and that he will be Perceived and decides to mess up his hair about it. The grumpy kitten is a jealous jellyfish.

It's the fact that Tongrak looks surprised that his fans like his books and have consumed his entire body of work. I'M GOING TO SOB.

The smile is polite and professional but the eyes are sparkly. He genuinely enjoys interacting with his fans.

The proud husband smile means everything to me.

THE LOOK OF ABSOLUTE LOATHING AND DISGUST! INCREDIBLE PHENOMENAL OUTSTANDING.

IF YA'LL THINK I'M NOT GONNA MAKE A SEPARATE POST ABOUT HOW MUCH I LOVE THIS MAN YOU'RE SO FUCKING WRONG

If I have to have this demonic nasty hell witch on my screen, at least I get to watch her face make this expression after Tongrak calls her out for imitating him because he got it right on the money and she knows it.

Tongrak and the visceral hatred in his eyes said play me another waltz I'm tired of dancing to this one.

God love you, but you look so tired.

This entire scene was more brutal to watch than the fight outside of Tongrak's house. It was obvious that something more was going on from how calmly he was speaking and how non-responsive he became toward the end of it, but look at his hands. Look at how tightly they're clenched. Maintaining his composure while Prin stuck that knife in his wounds and twisted it as viciously as she could cost him, and it would be obvious even if we hadn't already seen them fight.

Tongrak, you're my fighter. He still looks tired because he is, but he also looks like the imperious ice prince he's had to be to survive. Then the utterly dismissive way he turns and walks out and cuts eye contact?

We can barely see Nouel's smile but it's so clearly saying "bruh that's cringe".

He's not just my fighter. He's Mahasamut's fighter, too.

Do ya'll remember how Tongrak was acting when he first brought Mahasamut to live with him and Vivi was teasing him?

Look how far they've come.

I can't quite articulate how, but the way they look at each other has changed, and I don't just mean because they're being lovey in front of Vivi and Mook. There's this undercurrent of sweetness that wasn't there before, even in private. That scene way back in episode 3 where Tongrak told Mahasamut to ask him to stay on the island which had so much softness and fondness to it did not have that same something that's now present.

I'm gonna leave ya'll with that and then go take more screenshots so I can properly scream about Mahasamut. And let me know if you wanna be tagged in these weekly writeups!

[yooils]

RUIN MY PLANS ! sae itoshi x manager! reader. fluff.

☆彡– really, he should have known better than to let someone in so easily– now you've ruined his plans and stained your muddy footprints all over his heart.

part two is out now!

even in the beginning, it was always just sae and soccer.

(wrong. there was also rin– who used to idolized him as one would a celebrity, and his supportive parents– who sent him snacks and supportive notes when he was abroad.)

nevertheless, there really was no one in the small world of sae itoshi; hidden beneath the bitter guise of frigid thunder and even icier storms– until you first came in as his own brand new manager, (slightly naive) smile differing strikingly from his indifferent countenance.

you've unsolicitedly trampled all over his once-tranquil paradise over the years, sae thinks, because now he can't imagine a future without you– it makes his skin crawl and it feels sickening. how mediocre of him.

and just as sae starts to slowly accept the unfamiliar whirlwind of emotions in his life after denying his feelings for so long, his fragile world collapses again.

"i'm going to resign soon."

oh.

sae's heart sinks to his stomach. he feels like his whole world is falling apart– just like in the movies– and he's infuriated. resentment always came easily to sae, after all; but the fact that it's you makes his stomach churn.

(you, who unexpectedly won a place in his life with your lukewarm anecdotes, stupid laughter and reckless work habits. really, he should have known better than to let someone in so easily– now you've ruined his plans and stained your muddy footprints all over his heart.)

the soft music thrumming through the speakers of an expensive restaurant fuels his rage even more, and you're still sitting there nonchalantly– calm and composed, expression showing no signs of discomfort nor awkwardness.

and it really pisses him off.

he's treated you so well over the years too; trying to be on his best behaviour on his interviews with the press (read: not walking off); listening half-heartedly to your ramblings on how to increase his popularity (though he couldn't care less); and even going so far as to mind his language sometimes.

upon further reflection, maybe he really was the jerk here.

but in contrast to his internal turmoil, sae's demeanour remains tepid save for the slight furrow of his eyebrows. "huh? what's wrong with you?"

it comes out a lot harsher than intended.

you've known sae long enough to read his minuscule body language, and that the slight wince at his own words mean that he's a little apologetic– not that his ego would have ever allowed him to admit it. (if anything, it makes you realise that you've stayed in this job too long for your liking.)

–it's absolutely unhealthy to be around him for so long, you affirm to yourself. that's why you're resigning after six gruelling years.

the way you shift in your chair almost makes him worry.

"it's nothing big, i just want to start a normal life." you respond, albeit tentatively. "maybe cut off travelling around for a bit, have a less stressful job, get a partner–"

he scoffs at that. (it's not due to jealousy, definitely.) "you could do that even while being a manager; it's just a little busier than a normal life. plus, it's not too stressful, is it?"

you work more than 17 hours on busy days– even answering his spur of the moment midnight calls. as much as an eye candy as sae is, you don't think your heart can handle him much longer despite how unaffected you look.

(little did you know, he would've long cut back on the immense workload if you had so much as mentioned it– he would have gone beyond limits to keep you by his side, because you're the only constant in his world of football. and he likes that.)

"i suppose so– i guess settling back into Japan might make dating a lot easier, as well as stop my parent's nagging." you sigh. "they're constantly pestering me on when i'll get married."

sae's had his share of flings in europe before– so he has no idea why his heart races so fast at the mere thought of a reckless idea.

"so date me."

you choke. his face stays stoic, utterly contradicting to the way he swallows thickly– he really is a mess. now he's ruined every single healthy relationship he's ever had in his life.

and never in your life did you think you would get to hear sae itoshi ask you out, even if it was just for his own benefit. "it won't hinder with your work, and it'll be easy to convince your parents, won't it?"

you hate how persuasive he is.

(that night, you end up making a decision that might just cost you more than your sappy feelings.)

1.8.23

[cinnamontoastcrunch-15]

How to Find a Werewolf (a week before the full moon)

The title will probably change lmfao

7 days

Sirius notices the signs from the moment Remus is awake. He's flinching every single time a fork hits a plate in the wrong way, for starters. Sirius ends up gently kicking both James and Peter, forcing them to catch on. It's clearly much too loud in the hall itself, Remus is barely contributing. Not for lack of trying, but he seems more than a little dissociated.

Then it's the walking.

As much as he's trying to hide it, the slight exhales that come with every step is enough to show Sirius that he's in pain. The hip's usually the first of his joints to start acting up, so Sirius wordlessly starts picking up and shoving Remus' textbooks into his own bag. Thankfully, Remus isn't ready to bicker about that.

No, it's much too early for that.

5 days

It's two in the morning when Sirius notices.

He's a light sleeper, so Remus' tossing and turning is more than enough to wake him up.

For a moment he just observes carefully. He knows full well that Remus is going to be exhausted, and the fact that he's still up means his skin must be crawling.

"Moons?" He says softly, and Remus stops in his tracks.

"Sorry, didn't mean to wake you."

"Nah, s'fine," Sirius waves him off easily. "We can go sit by the window, if you want?"

For a moment, he thinks Remus is going to say no and resign to a sleepless night, but instead he just sighs.

"...yeah. If that's okay."

Sirius is already sliding out of their bed, glancing at James and Peter to make sure they're still asleep. Then, he reaches out and offers Remus his hand. Remus takes it, letting himself be led to the big window. The windowsill was charmed years ago. Initially it was to fit the four of them, but four seventh years can't fit on it even when it's been extended. Two, though? It's absolutely perfect.

That's how the two of them end up sitting together on the sill, Sirius wedging the window open slightly and letting the cool air hit them both. He can see the way Remus relaxes as he starts to cool down, eyes sliding shut. He leans his head back against the wall, and Sirius smiles to himself as Remus finally starts to fall asleep.

3 days

It doesn't take long for the anger to hit.

Remus isn't what people expect when they think of a werewolf before the full moon. He doesn't have all consuming, blinding rage. There's no world where Remus Lupin will turn and start screaming at teachers.

Instead, it usually starts pretty suppressed.

At breakfast, he sees Remus' hand tighten around his goblet the moment Snape strolls past, making another snide comment about the moon. It's enough for Sirius to make a mental note not to push anything too far. Bickering can turn into real fighting and hurt feelings much too quickly around the full.

James, however, hasn't caught onto the timeline the way Sirius has.

They can all see Remus fighting his own tiredness in the common room, quill in hand as he absentmindedly tries to do his homework. Remus' handwriting is shit at the best of times, but before the full? It's barely legible.

Sirius' solution is to walk over and sit beside Remus, not saying a word and just making sure Remus knows he has support.

"Moony, you might need to take a break," James says softly, and Sirius almost sighs.

Poor bugger.

"I'm fine," Remus starts, and Sirius feels him tense up beside him. He tries to shoot James a glance that essentially means 'stop fucking talking', but he doesn't get the hint.

"Minnie's offered you an extention. It's probably best to wait until you feel better."

"Christ, I said I was fine! Get off my fucking back!" He snaps, James lapsing into silence.

Okay, it's hit him too.

Sirius tries to wrap an arm around Remus' shoulder, but he's shaken off like it's nothing, Remus standing. He winces as he does it, and Sirius forces himself to take a breath, not get too het up about that.

"You all just need to fuck off! You're all so bloody clingy!"

With that, he's gone. He turns and walks upstairs, and Sirius just shrugs at James.

"Give him a day, it'll be fine."

1 day

Remus doesn't get out of bed the day before.

Sometimes he does, but recently his good days before the moon are getting fewer and further between. The only reason Sirius actually bothers to go to his morning classes is to take notes for Remus, and he makes Pete promise to get Remus' notes for his last few.

That sorted, he heads up to the dorm, a hot chocolate he got from the kitchen in hand. Knocking once, he pushes the door open to find the curtains drawn in the room, the whole dorm flooded in darkness.

"Moony?"

For a moment, he thinks he's asleep, until-

"M'fine." His voice is rough, sounds almost like he's been crying.

Yeah, this is definitely one of the bad ones.

He steps into the room, letting the door shut behind him as he gets to Remus' bed. At first, he sits on the edge of it, Remus not moving.

"I've got hot chocolate?" He tries.

"...could you put it on the bedside table?" Sirius nods, setting it down.

"D'you need anything?" He asks gently. Not that he needs to ask, he knows what the answer is going to be.

"If you- maybe you could... stay?"

He doesn't waste a moment in climbing into the bed with his partner and wrapping his arms around Remus' waist from behind.

"Sorry I was such a twat before," Remus says quietly, and Sirius smiles to himself.

"Don't worry about it."

To be fair, his body is literally getting ready to break itself. In what world is he going to have boundless excitable energy?

Sirius just wants to take care of him.

"I love you," He says softly, shifting his weight to reach up and press a kiss to Remus' temple.

"I love you too."

[enstarsurbanfantasy]

ALKALOID Introduction - POV Aira

[Setting: Seisoukan, during Troublemakers, after helping Ra*bits and before meeting Crazy:B]

Hiiro, as it turns out, knows a lot about the supernatural community and simultaneously nothing at all.

"The village chief is in charge of appeasing the kamuy and sending them back to their realm, so I learned from nii-san. Our family has historically been able to see them, but nii-san does a lot more clearly than I do."

"We call that clear-sight," Aira says. They're both on Hiiro's bed, Aira sprawled over the edge of the mattress while Hiiro sits with perfect posture. Kazehaya-senpai has his bad knee elevated on his own bottom bunk while Ayase-senpai hunches over with a pillow on the floor, leaning on the side of his and Kazehaya-senpai's bunk in a pose that looks incredibly uncomfortable. "There are different degrees of it depending on people's sensitivity to magic and dimension boundaries, but most people can only see the human world. With clear-sight, humans are able to see through illusions and interact with the spiritual planes."

"You seem to know a lot about magic, Aira-san," Tatsumi-senpai's voice is warm, and Aira blushes.

"My father's family runs a shrine, so I grew up learning about it. But I take after my mother, soooo..." he trails off, wondering whether to share that piece of information.

"You're a snake spirit, right?"

Aira yelps, twisting his back and neck to face Hiiro in a move that would be impossible for a human. "How the hell--"

Hiiro tilts his head, that wide-eyed look on his face saying I have no idea what social norms in the city are. He gestures to Aira's body. "You just... feel like a snake. And I can see an afterimage of snake scales on you when you move."

And that would be the clear-sight, Aira sighs, resigned to Hiiro being able to see though all of his secrets. If Hiiro can see the true nature of someone on their skin, how much can Rinne Amagi?

"I'm a Melusine. My mother's entire family is, and the magic from my father's line-- they're descended from Takeminakata-- made it so that there was enough for me to manifest as a full-blood. "

"A Melusine," Tatsumi-senpai says, voice curling around the word like he's tasting it. "I don't know that one."

Everyone's eyes are on him now, and Aira wants to turn into his snake form and crawl into a pillowcase to avoid them. "They're from Europe... we're spirits of fresh water. Our top half is human and our bottom half is a snake, but we can use a fully human or snake form at will."

Oh, he really might succumb to temptation and hide in a blanket or something. Aira desperately reaches for something to divert the train of conversation.

"M-Mayo-san, you're magical too, right?"

Ayase-senpai squeaks. "Yeah... but I don't really want to talk about it..." he trails off into mumbles, and while Aira relates, it really doesn't help him avoid the incredibly embarrassing conversation. He's curious now though. What kind of creature is Ayase-senpai?

There's a lull, everyone deciding not to press, and Aira is just about to ask about Tatsumi-senpai's history when Hiiro's cell phone pings, and he announces: "It's from Tenshouin-senpai, about the DreFes," and everyone is distracted. This is their last chance to be idols!

[alba8688]

Love hurts

Chapter 30

Word count:2470

Warnings!!!! Fluffy fluff ,18plus smut ,unprotected sex,wrapped it guys ..if I missed anything let me know

"I'm putting in my two weeks notice ."

Dani’s POV

"What ?!" Eddie moves from his seat dropping down to his knees in front of me, taking both of my hands in his .

"Well I-I talk to principal Higgins already."I stutter

"When ? " he ask

"Today I-I just gave my resignation."

"Dani ." He says softly

"Eddie I-I couldn't hide what I felt your anymore it was getting really hard to be your teacher and see the way Chrissy fucking Cunningham would give you lovey diver eyes ." I stop and smile at him, the biggest smile ever. "Eddie ,i'm not gonna be your teacher anymore ,we can grab a cup of coffee ,we can go to The Hideout together ,we can be outside walking hand in hand ." Eddie smiles goofily then chuckles "I can still call you Miss.Henderson right ?" He wink

"Eddie !!" I slightly punch his chest

"I was a bad boy and I need Miss.Henderson to punish me ." He said in a low and sultry voice

"Oh yeah ." I managed to say

"Yeah ." He smirks ,he then stands up taking my hand leading me to his room and I just realized I've never been in his room,well I've never been in his trailer this long .

My heart started beating faster the moment Eddie opened the door to his room. I couldn't see clearly because the lights were off. The only light was some candles in his dresser that lit the room slightly .

I couldn't really see properly around his room but I did see the Big handmade Corroded Coffin banner Eddie had on his wall.

His room looked just like I expected .

As soon as my eyes adjusted to the light I saw in his nightstand a frame , I let go of his hand, walking and taking the frame in my hands .

It was a picture of us two and Nate.That time we went to the zoo in New York ,Liam had taken this picture of us .

I pass my fingers slightly against the frame I stare at it for another few minutes and suddenly I feel arms around my waist .

Eddie kissed my neck softly. "That's my favorite picture of us ." He whispers in my ear ,I smile, setting the picture down in the nightstand, turning around to face him ,wrapping my hands around his neck .

"I love you so much Eddie ." I say softly pecking his lips before I was able to pull away Eddie locked our lips in a heated kiss picking me up slightly to lay me down in his bed .

My hands explore under his shirt and slide to his back brushing my hands up and down feeling his warm skin on my finger tips .His lips deepen against mine his hands pull me tighter to his chest wanting to be as close as possible to each other .

A/n play iris by"goo goo dolls "⬆️song is up

"Take your shirt off."I breathed out against his lips

Eddie stands up taking off his jacket and shirt in a swift motion "Now you ."he says in a low voice

I sit up in his bed taking off my dress leaving me only in my black lace panties and matching bra.

"Fuck." He breathed out "Wait ." He says running to his stereo and presses play and a song starts playing .

"That song ." I said softly "That's the song that was playing when we first had sex on the back of my van ." He tells me

"You remember." I smile shyly

"How could I not ,since the moment I lay eyes on you I was starstruck ,you took my breath away ,while I was on stage I couldn't take my sight of you ,you were the only person I was looking at that night ,I think it was love at first sight." He crawls back into bed with me climbing on top of me .

"Eddie Munson, you're such a hopeless romantic ." I teased

"Oh shut up and kiss me ." He crashed his lips on mine, his hands roaming all Over my body, making me shiver with his touch .

Every time he touches me it's like a shock of electricity to my body ,the way he makes me feel is indescribable. Even though Liam was my first love, my first everything .I never felt the way Eddie makes me feel .This must be what true love feels like .

Eddie suddenly stands up taking off his jeans and boxers at the same time tossing them somewhere on the floor .

"Can I ?" He ask me for permission to take my panties off

"Yes." I said softly

He slowly pulls my panties down all the way to my ankles then tosses them to the floor with the rest of our clothes .

He leans in positioning himself between my legs and slowly pushes in ,my walls swallowing him completely inside of me fitting perfectly .

Our mouths parted open and our eyes remained locked to each other .

"I fucking love you so much ." He whispers

"I fucking love you too ." I breathed out

"I'm so glad I'm The only one that gets to see you this way ." He tells me leaning down to kiss my lips and slowly pushing in and out hitting perfectly hitting my g spot .

I was letting out breathy moans trying my best not to be so loud in case Wayne will get here .

"Fuck ,those moans are so fucking beautiful ." He moans

I love it when he praises me ,I love it when he tells me how good I made him feel. I love everything about him .

He started in a steady Rhythm keeping each trust in a slow motion enjoying every second of this moment .

His lips never leaving mine, every moan was sealed by his lips on mine .

"Your so fucking beautiful Dani ." He moans ,not living my lips .

He continues his slow thrust not even going fast but gentle Eddie wasn't fucking me he was making love to me and I was on cloud 9 it was just him and me against the world .

"I'm gonna cum." I managed to say "me too ." He hummed

I could feel my walls tightening around his dick, my back arching up to him, my heels digging into his back not wanting him to pull out .

I moaned Eddie's name when my orgasm hit me and it hit me hard pushing Eddie all over the edge .

"Fuck,Dani." He said releasing deep inside of me .

I love how my name sounds coming out of his lips when he is coming.Knowing that I'm the one that's making him feel this way ,the only one that's allowed to watch him like this .

Our eyes connect again and he leans down kissing my lips softly still deep inside of me,my hands slide to his back and I rub circles on his back .

He pulled away from the kiss whispering sweet nothings in my ear .

This was the best Valentine's Day I've ever had in my life.

*******

I was sitting down in his bed wearing one of Eddie's many band tees watching him play his guitar when I remembered about his gift .

"Baby I got you a gift !! " I say excitedly, jumping off the bed and running back to the living room to grab the black gift bag I had left on the sofa and run back to his room .

Eddie was putting back his guitar on the mount .

"Sweetheart, I told you not to waste money on me." He says turning around to sit on his bed "but I also got you a gift ." He happily says "ok you go first ." I tell him

"Ok." He gets up from the bed and walks to his closet getting a small pink bag and hands it to me .

I took it with a big smile and opened it slowly. There was a small white box inside .

I take it out, putting the gift bag next to me and opening the small box to reveal a charm bracelet with two charms in it .One was the letter E and the other One The letter N for Nathan .

I looked up at Eddie who was fidgeting with his rings ,he was nervous .

"Baby I love it ." I jump to straddle him, wrapping my legs around him ,his arms around my waist bringing me closer to him .

"I promise you Dani when I have a better job I will give you everything you deserve but for now this is all I can give you ." He tells me

I peck his lips "Eddie ,I love it and you don't have to bury me with gifts because I don't want that, is the small things that matter for me ,you understand, don't ever feel that you need to buy me the most expensive gifts because I don't care, all I care is that I'm with you." He instantly crashed his lips on mine, kissing me with so much passion .

"You're too good to me ." He whisper "You make me a better man ." He says pecking my lips then slides his lips down to my neck and down my Collar Bone biting softly .

"Eddie ." I giggle "let me give you your gift ." I extended my arm back trying to grab the gift but it was kind of hard when I had my boyfriend kissing my neck, probably leaving love marks .

"Baby wait ." I cooed

I finally grab the gift bag and give it to Eddie ,I move from his lap sitting next to him .

"You better have not gotten me anything expensive."he mumbles"shut up Munson and open your present ."I tell him ,I was pretty excited for his present and I know he was going to be too and it might have been a little bit over the budget we had talk about but I know he would love it .

I watch him anxiously opening the gift bag .

"A cologne ?Do I smell that bad?" He jokes

"No ,don't be silly ." I giggle

"Dani, isn't this cologne expensive ?" He ask looking at the colognes box

"No it is not ." I lied ,I got distracted putting my charm bracelet on that I didn't notice when Eddie got his cellphone out .

"250!!!!Dani what did I tell you ." He startled me

"What ?'!" I ask confused

"The cologne was 250 ." He shows me his cellphone

"Oops." I chuckled awkwardly, "you said something small ." I tell him

"Yes, something small and affordable." He tells me "That's my whole paycheck from The gigs !!Are You are in the mafia ." He says his last sentence seriously looking at me scrunching his brows.

"Noooo!!! I'm not ." I laughed, "there's more ." I tell him "you wasted more money on me Jesus Christ Danielle ." He said my whole name "Hey!!! I'm Sweetheart ,baby or princess to you ." I say offended, crossing my arms over my chest and pouting.

I don't know why I hated when Eddie called me Danielle ,I mean I know that's my name but for him I'm just Sweetheart not Danielle .

When he calls me Danielle it breaks my heart .

"Come here baby ." He tells me

I nod my head no still pouting "stop being a brat." He chuckles "I'm not a brat Edward AL Munson!!" I said sternly

"Noooooooo!!! How do you know my government name ??" I didn't answer him just kept my arms crossed looking at him his eyes wide and mouth shape like an "o"

"Of Course you're my teacher, you know my whole name ." He mumbles and goes back to his gift bag looking for his other gift but doesn't find anything

"There's nothing here Sweetheart ." He tells me and I smile "that's more like it ." I say in a sweet voice "you're a spoiled brat you know that ?" He raises a brow

"At the bottom of the bag there's something tape to it ." I tell him

He turned the gift bag inside out revealing two pieces of paper tape to the bottom of the bag .

He takes them and turns on the lamp in his bedside table .

"What the hell are these ?" He ask in confusion

"Read it baby ." I tell him excitedly ,I try to hide my excitement but it was so fucking hard.

Eddie is silent while he is reading the piece of paper on his hand ,he stays silent for more than usual and just stays staring at the paper with wide eyes and mouth agape .

"Eddie." I say softly ,he turns his head slightly to look at me, eyes glazed, he doesn't move, he doesn't say anything he just stares at me like if he saw a ghost .

But suddenly he launches himself at me squeezing me tightly into a hug that I felt my breath slowly fading away .

"I'm making you my wife tomorrow as soon as the courthouse opens ." He tells me and I start giggling

"So you like your present ."

He squeezes me tighter "baby I fucking love it im telling you ,your to good to me ." He pulls away and has the biggest smile on his face

"I'm glad you like your gift ." I peck his cheek "you're the best girlfriend in the world ."he tells me

You're wondering what I got him that got him so riled up .Well I got him some Metallica tickets for there concert in August in New Jersey .I try to get something closer but they were all in Germany and London and I mean I don't mind but I didn't want Eddie missing school when I knew he was so close to graduating .

"Fuck ..sweetheart Jesus Christ ."he says ,I could see tears on his eyes

"Baby are you crying?"

"No." He lies

"Come here ." I coo and hug him tightly

"Thank you so much sweetheart." He hugs me back tightly .

*****

Around 10pm we start cleaning the living room and kitchen. At first Eddie doesnt want me helping him but I told him if we did it together we would finish fast so he let me .

We were both going back to my moms house to spend the night. I made sure Eddie grabbed some extra clothes for tomorrow at school .

"Baby ,I'll see you at my moms ." I tell him walking out his trailer and walking to my car ,I heard his footsteps running towards me

"Wait !'"he shouts and i stop and turn to look at him

"What is it baby!" I ask but he just crashes his lips on mine "that's it ." He says walking back inside his trailer leaving me out of breath of the passionate kiss he just gave me and also with a big stupid smile on my face .

I got in my car and drove back home to my mom’s house and to my son and to wait to sneak in my boyfriend.

Next chapter

[geraldwang]

Gyutaro x GN reader

Hi everyone, I'm sorry for being missing, my job and college make me crazy but I'm back with a drabble that no one asked for with a character I recently fell in love with, I hope you enjoy it~ remember my request still open if you want make one please just read the rules before.

Warning: Mention of sexual assault, mention of harassment, mention of stalking, obsession, if there are any others let me know

If you see a grammatical or spelling error sorry, English isn't my first lenguaje and I'm still learning so if you gonna correct me please be kind and respectful

Gyutaro had seen you for a long time through Daki's eyes and couldn't help but fall in love, you were so beautiful he would dare to think that even more than Daki although he wouldn't tell him, you were not only beautiful, you were also kind and nice you were a houseworker but despite your great beauty you had a scar on your chest which didn't let you work like the others, so you were forced to work cleaning and taking care of the other girls, he often saw how you gave food to the children who begged in the streets and you treated everyone the same no matter what, that made him feel jealous, he envied everyone you treated well, he wanted you to treat him the same, he wanted to feel your hands caressing him, that your smiles were for him.

She was happy to see how you treated her sister even though she could be rude at times, you always treated her well to the point where Daki liked you and liked that you were the one to take care of her, that did that Gyutaro will fall even more in love with you and I was relieved because it means I won't have to fight her so she won't kill you.

At first he thought of approaching you in a "normal" way so he just stalked you (something Daki didn't like, she thinks it's pathetic) he started going out quite often to see you until he found his opportunity.

One day while you were going through the red district doing your homework a guy cornered you in an alley, he wanted you to spend the night with him, you clearly didn't want it, you insist that you don't work in that and that he let you go but he man doesn't heed your requests and starts touching you under your kimono you try to move him away but it's useless after all he's much bigger than you, yelling wouldn't be an option either, you knew no one would help you, you were beginning to resign yourself to what this would be your destiny like this that you close your eyes tightly expecting the worst, however, this never comes instead you feel that the man gets rid of you, when you open your eyes you see a tall and thin figure in front of you holding two sickles and next to him the body of that man that now lies lifeless, you can't see his face well because of the darkness of the alley, you get scared for a moment thinking you're in trouble so you curl up on the ground crying while whispering:

-"it wasn't my fault...Please don't kill me... I-I didn't anything".

Your surprise was greater when you feel that he hug you despite their cold body, the hug feels so warm that it comforts you, when he see that you're calmer, he let you go, you see that the mysterious man who saved you is about to leave, so you hold his hand quickly:

- "What's your name?" -You ask while you see him with your beautiful eyes, he longed for you to look at him but the fear of his appearance made him turn his face

- "Gyutaro..." -He says with a deep and somewhat scratchy voice that makes your skin crawl

- "Can we meet again Gyutaro?" - That comment took him by surprise, why would you want to see him again?... Then he kept silent, he saved you, you just have to want to thank him... And although he disappointed him a little, but accept.

-"here, tomorrow, at this same time" - with those words he left you alone in the alley.

When you got up you remembered what had happened so you looked for the body everywhere but you no longer saw it or even a trace of the body, you didn't realize how it had been taken but honestly you didn't care either, after all you were safe And you had survived one more night.

Gyutaro was ecstatic you had talked to him... You had seen him, he had hugged you he thought as he looked at his arms still feeling the tingling of the warmth of your body, And even better you wanted to see him again, you really had to be him...

If you want a second part where your meeting is, let me know

[yuzukimist]

I'm loving your snippets! If it's alright to ask for another one, 📝 + fire? Thanks!

Of course it’s okay to ask twice! (Or three/four/five/twelve times even! ;D). I’m just sorry it took me a whole day to answer lol (I wanted to reply right away, but working grocery retail during pre-Labor Day Friday is an Experience, and I was so tired after work that I pretty much came home and went *splat* XD)

ANYWAY! “Fire”~ This word appears a few times here and there in various WIPs. Hilariously, the first two instances I found during my search are in the context of “such-and-such felt like fire ants crawling on so-and-so’s skin” and like. What’s that meme, “something-something but it’s weird that it’s happened twice?” Definitely having that feeling right now, haha. XD

Anyway, in celebration of that utter ridiculousness (because it amuses me greatly), you guys get THREE SNIPPETS! Two where fire is used in the “fire ants” way and one snippet where it’s used not like that, lol. :P

SNIPPET #1 (FINAL FANTASY XV, PROMPTO TIME LOOP SERIES)

It never truly goes away, though, and right now it’s as if the brand knows the turn of this thoughts; it feels like fire ants are crawling up and down his right arm as he remembers Bahamut’s savage grip at the pivotal moment when he’d been cursed.

(He remembers Shiva’s grip, too, cool and soothing as she whispered something to him that he couldn’t understand, but other than a few glimpses of Gentiana in various loops he hasn’t seen the Glacian in any capacity that would’ve allowed him to grill her for answers and so that’s just something else he wonders about as he goes through loop after loop without any end in sight.)

SNIPPET #2 (FINAL FANTASY XV, PROMPTO TIME LOOP SERIES)

The answer to the question ‘how’re the kids getting along,’ as it turns out, is apparently ‘like a house on fire’.

They arrive at the training room just in time to see Selena tossing Gladio over her shoulder as if he weighs no more than a pillow, sending him tumbling ass over teakettle with a delighted whoop of laughter.

Prompto resigns himself to never having a moment’s peace ever again, for the rest of his life.

(Well, for the rest of this life, anyway.)

SNIPPET #2 (KINNPORSCHE, KIM-CENTRIC FIC)

“No.” Kim very abruptly can’t handle this conversation anymore. He doesn’t like standing there, injured and exhausted and feeling like he’s got fire ants crawling under his skin because his brother is making that face, some terrible combination of anger and grief and pity. “No, just-” His voice cracks and he has to swallow against a sudden tightness in his throat. “Just forget about it, okay?”

“Forget about it?” Kinn echoes, and hey, now there’s some outrage in the mix. Fantastic.  

“It’s not a big deal,” Kim snaps, “so don’t fucking make it one.” Damn, but he can’t stand the way Kinn is looking at him; it reminds him of the face his brother had made after Kim had done his first mission at the tender age of twelve.

[send me a 📝 + a word, and I’ll post an excerpt from a fic I’m currently writing that contains that word.]

[champion-prism]

Dr. Oranguru: You want Leon smut? I got Leon smut.

Unprompted prompt: sub Leon, an idea that came after looking at the previous sub ideas on this blog

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"Hey... wanna have sex tonight?"

Your request throws him off a little bit, enough that he actually trips over his own feet getting out of the chair. He'd been working some ridiculous hours with the Pokémon League, and no, you don't begrudge it because you respect all the work he does, but it still sucks because you're horny as hell and he's been passing out at nine every night.

Unfortunately, you can tell just by looking in his eyes that the spirit is willing but the flesh is so, so sleepy. "I'm sorry, luv. I want to, but I don't think I can-"

"It's fine," you interrupt him. "Get some rest. I love you."

Leon gives you that brilliant smile, followed by a quick peck on the lips. "I love you too. Maybe another night."

"Maybe. Goodnight."

And he's wobbling to the bedroom, and you're sitting at your laptop on the couch going through emails that you could probably catch up on tomorrow, but if you go to bed now you're just going to want to touch him and he really needs sleep so you resign yourself to productively distracting yourself from how extremely attractive your fiancé is, even when he's dead tired.

It works. You're actually in the middle of setting up a virtual meeting with your boss and coworkers for next Monday when your Rotom buzzes from a text. Weird. It's already 9:45.

It's from Leon.

'Come up and devour me, ride me, use me'

You don't even hesitate. The laptop is closed and put onto the coffee table, your phone is dropped on the couch cushions, and by the time you pass through the bedroom door, your shirt and bra are already on the floor and your trousers and panties follow at the bedside. There are no lights on in the room, but you know this bed, you know these blankets, you know the shape that's laying right in the middle. Without a word, you climb on up and start tearing the sheets off of him. Smart man; he's already undressed and waiting for you like a present that's been unwrapped. Oooh, and he's already got a condom on too!

Now you straddle him, sitting pretty on his waist as your hands run up his chest, his hair tickling against your skin and the firmness of his body providing a nice sturdy place to sit. You lean forward to kiss him, quick nibbles against his lips that make him softly moan against you, and those moans suddenly get louder as your fingers find his pecs and start playing with them. You can feel his length right between your cheeks, his hips rising as he tries to find a way inside, but you don't just want him hard, you want him begging because after how patient you've been this week, you want him to want you like you're the only thing keeping him alive. So you rub your lips against him, getting him nice and slick and teasing him so badly as he keeps trying to fill you up, his hands on your thighs and leaving tiny little marks in their wake.

But you're not done with him yet. You lean forward and whisper in his ear, "Suck my tits, Leon."

He groans and pulls you just a little farther up, making you arch your back as his mouth devours one breast, his lips and tongue teasing you so good, god he's so good at this, and now you're the one making all sorts of needy little sounds as his fingers go to work on the other breast. You can still feel him rubbing against you, still desperate to find a way inside, but all you do is shift your hips back and forth, back and forth, and since playing with your breasts makes you extra wet, you can hear the sound of skin against skin and it sounds so sinful. You make him keep sucking you, switching sides until your nipples hurt in the best of ways, and now you're ready.

You scoot back down just a bit, just enough that you can lift yourself up before slowly, oh so s l o w l y bringing his tip inside of you. He's got his fingers on your breasts, gently tugging on the tips as a way to encourage you to hurry up, but if you're going to devour him then you're damn well within your rights to take your time on this feast. And he is a feast fit for a queen, your handsome king; thick and hard and long and you enjoy the feel of him sliding inside inch by inch, savoring the way he fills you up and leaves no room for anything else. When he tries to make you go faster, tries to buck his hips up, you rest a hand on his thigh and say, "No. You are mine to use, and you will wait until I'm ready to ride you. Understand?"

"Ye-es," he says, his voice strained, and he stops moving.

"Good," and you drop yourself down the rest of the way so that he bottoms out, and you let out a groan into the air as his breath leaves in a hiss of pleasure. Sometimes it can be difficult to take him all the way, but you're so turned on that having him brushing the A-spot feels like heaven, and you want more. You lean down again, the tip of your nose brushing his, and tell him, "Now make me come."

He obeys, pounding his hips upward into you as you bounce down into him, and the combined power of your actions pushes you into an orgasm that has you screaming to the ceiling. When he slows down, thinking you're done, you reach over and pinch one of his nipples; not too hard, but hard enough to get his attention and make him gasp.

"You don't stop until I say you can stop," you say, breathless and still wanting more because one orgasm does not make up for a whole week of thirsting. "Now do it again."

For a man who's job it is to tell everyone else what to do - his Pokémon, other Gym Leaders, the Pokémon League board - it is amazing how well he obeys an order. Especially from you. He lets out a wordless sound and goes right back to filling you up as you enjoy the ride, bouncing up and down to make sure that he keeps hitting all the right spots and sending you to ecstasy. You have no idea how long you're doing this - and he can go for a long time because he is fit and fine - but you start to recognize the signs that he's getting close to his own orgasm. And rather than give him verbal permission, you just get all of him inside you, tuck your knees underneath, and start rocking yourself in one of his favorite positions.

He lasts maybe a handful of seconds before he lets out a yell of pleasure, and the sensation of him pumping and twitching inside of you is unbelievable. It's the dessert after this very filling meal; while getting creamed by him is a literal fantasy at this point in your lives, you are nonetheless very happy with the results. He lays there, exhausted and half asleep, and your fingers tease his chest again just to feel him jump inside of you. Honestly, you could sit there for hours being filled with him because that's how much you love him.

Finally, though, he gets soft and you carefully bring your leg over his chest. He's so tired that you decide to pamper your man and carefully pull the condom off before wiping him down and lifting his boxers back around his waist. You tuck the sheets and blankets around him, give him a kiss on the forehead, before heading into the bathroom and taking care of yourself. After changing into your pyjamas - really, a borrowed T-shirt - you run to the living room and get your Rotom. By the time you come back, set it to charge overnight, and crawl into bed he's already asleep. A second kiss on the cheek, and you snuggle right against him for a good night's rest.

Best sleep you've had in a week.

Uk I'm rather a pillow princess type but this done gone rubbed me the right way-

[zwowow]

I saw cosmicbash's art and now I'm thinking about em loving being the little spoon but he's embarrassed cause he feels like he has to be a tough macho man or something,, so there's a prompt idea if you want one

Kells is sleeping behind him. He’s got an arm thrown over Em’s middle section and is pressing his nose into the top of his head. The room is warm, and the blanket drawn over them makes it just hot enough to threaten lulling him to sleep, Kells is already there. He’s huffing deeply in and out directly into Em’s ear and has been for the last half hour than Em has spent awake.

He can’t sleep like this. Something feels wrong about sleeping like this. He’s not uncomfortable, that’s the problem. He’s entirely too comfortable.

He’s a man, with another man wrapped around him, basically cocooning him with his body, and he’s never felt more comfortable. He’s the little spoon and he’s practically fucking cozy. It’s awful.

At least, if they were lying together and Em was the one being the ‘big spoon’ he would be retaining some of his masculinity, or if Kells was a woman instead of a man. But like this? He was being spooned by a man, a man who had once called him a bitch, and loving every second of it.

It made his fucking skin crawl.

Gently, so as not to wake Kells too harshly, he’s a man, not a monster, he starts to push the other man away. He slowly moves his legs back and then moves them forward, creating space where there wasn’t any before him and Kells. The dark creates a space in which Em’s shame is both quiet and thunderous. He moves the rest of the way away from Kells until they aren’t touching anymore.

Placated by the space, but unnerved by the loss of warmth, Em pulls the blanket up to his neck and curls further into himself.

Kells’ deep breathing slows and then stops completely after only a minute of their bodies being apart. Em wonders if that’s how long it would take him to notice in sleep, too. Ashamed, he thinks it might be less.

He waits for Kells to say something, but he doesn’t, just scoots into the open space between them and presses himself again against Em’s back. He doesn’t have enough room on the bed to make another move forward, so instead he reaches a hand back and shoves Kells away.

“What the fuck?” Kells garbles. His sleep scratchy voice tugs at Em’s heart. But he can’t sleep, won’t be able to until he lets go of either being the little spoon or of his reservations against it. And he isn’t prepared to look deep into the mirror of his own masculinity. For tonight, pushing Kells away seems like the only thing to do.

“Get off. I can’t sleep with you on me like this.” It’s only the partial truth. Or just a partial lie.

Em can practically hear Kells roll his eyes.

“Well, I can’t sleep without you on me like this. And I hate missing my sleep because you think you’re being a bitch for liking a good cuddle. Just get the fuck over here and I dunno, chop wood and chew tobacco to get your manhood back tomorrow.” Kells throws an arm over Em’s midsection and pulls him in. Em doesn’t stop him. He can’t very well argue with that.

Once he resigns himself to that, he sleeps like a goddamn baby.

[littlespoonevan]

hiii! I really hope I'm not bothering you but... are you taking prompts? 👀 cause I love your fics and this is kinda your fault because I read your post about 9x06 lol but now I can't stop thinking about I&M having a *real talk* like... "I'm sorry I let you go" 🥺?

Sorry it took me a while to get to this - my ao3 fics kept me quite busy the past few weeks! okay so i’ve written about the aftermath of 9x06 quite a few times but never an actual, full “talk about everything” conversation in its entirety so i decided to give it a whirl here! 

for the record i 100% believe they had a conversation like this within the first week, if not 24 hours, of being in the cell together and find it absolutely preposterous john wells tried to act like they hadn’t in 10x03 and then again in 10x08 bc all ian wanted to do legit all season was talk things through and that didn’t come from nowhere but ANYWAY, they’ve got a lot of things to sort through but i did my best to cover as much as i could!

I hope you like it <3

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The lights have been out for five minutes and Ian just about manages to stay in his bunk long enough for the guard to do his final check of their cell before he’s swinging himself down from his bed to crawl in next to Mickey.

He’s met with kisses and a muffled laugh into his mouth and fuck, he never thought he’d get to do this again. He allows himself to get lost in Mickey’s body for a few minutes, trading hungry kisses while their hands roam wherever either of them can reach, like they’re trying to commit one another’s skin to memory again – not that Ian has any intention of letting Mickey go this time.

He’s been itching to touch Mickey like this all day – they’d managed a hurried, flustered mutual reunion handjob before but they couldn’t risk anything more. Even that had been reckless but he’s pretty sure he lost any and all sense the second Mickey walked through the door of his cell.

He wants more now, wants Mickey whatever way he can have him, but a thought makes him pause and as soon as he thinks it he can’t stop thinking about it.

Is this supposed to be reunion sex or make-up sex?

Ian had done a lot of soul-searching and self-reflection after he’d left Mickey at the border and he just- he wants to talk about it. He doesn’t want them to jump straight into everything again and let their issues fester like they used to. Sex has never been a problem for them, communication on the other hand…

Mickey must notice he’s slowed down because he leans back, a confused smile on his face. “What?”

Ian looks at him and feels nothing but an all-consuming, addictive kind of love envelope him. He loves Mickey so fucking much – he hadn’t been able to stop even when he wanted to – he’s not going to hurt him again. But that means he needs to do this right. “Do you think we should talk first?” he asks uncertainly.

They’d both sort of agreed earlier that they would talk eventually when they’d been catching up and found themselves naturally slipping into deeper territory. They’d said they could worry about it later. But well, it’s later now.

Mickey appraises him for a moment and Ian tries not to panic when he notices his expression shutter the tiniest bit. Cradling Mickey’s jaw, he runs a thumb across his cheek. “Mick, I wanna do this right this time. We should talk about it.”

Mickey’s expression softens somewhat at that. “Talk about what?”

Ian blows out a breath. “Everything, I guess?”

He’s not sure they ever really talked out their issues in the past. He thinks they would’ve when Mickey brought him back home after he took off for the army. But Ian had already been halfway to manic by then and hadn’t exactly been in the most rational frame of mind to discuss the deep shit.

Mickey shifts onto his back, still keeping one arm around Ian, and Ian fits himself against Mickey’s side, head half on the pillow, half on Mickey’s shoulder.

“Well, if we’re talking about everything,” Mickey starts, rolling his head to the side and meeting Ian’s eyes. “I’m sorry.”

And that’s- what?

“What the fuck are you sorry for?” Ian asks with a frown – he’s pretty sure he’s the one with a laundry list of apologies to make here.

Mickey huffs out a laugh but it sounds sad. “Jesus, Ian. Did you just block out the first year and a half of our relationship?” He averts his gaze for a second before looking back to Ian with renewed determination. “I’m sorry for all the times I pushed you away or pretended this didn’t mean anything or ended it because I got scared or hit you- fuck-“

“Mickey,” Ian says, cutting him off with a hand on Mickey’s chest. “You think I resent you for any of that?” he says, words quietly disbelieving. “Or that I don’t get why you acted the way you did? Yeah, sure, it fucking hurt at the time but I’m pretty sure you made up for it a thousand times over with everything that came afterwards.”

When I almost burned our relationship to the ground, he thinks, and all you did was try to love me.

Mickey glances away again, looking more bashful this time. “It still doesn’t make it okay.”

“Yeah, well if it wasn’t already clear, I forgive you,” Ian tells him, feeling his mouth tick up at the edges when Mickey starts to smile at him. And he can’t help leaning to brush their lips together – just once before he allows himself to get side-tracked.

It’s his turn now.

“While we’re doling out apologies,” he starts, feeling shame burn through him. Even thinking about half the shit he’s done makes him question how the fuck Mickey’s still here. “I’m so fucking sorry, Mick. Jesus. For all of it.”

Mickey stares at him with something vulnerable in his eyes and Ian wonders if anyone’s ever actually apologised to Mickey for hurting him before. That thought alone is enough for him to keep going.

“I’m sorry for giving you an ultimatum after the wedding. I was just- fuck, I was at breaking point, y’know? I know what happened that day with Terry was a million times worse for you-“

Mickey tenses at that and Ian thinks they’re going to talk about a lot tonight but they probably won’t talk about that. Some scars just run too fucking deep.

“I always wondered,” Mickey interrupts quietly, staring at Ian’s hand on his chest instead of Ian himself. “If that day was your trigger or whatever.”

Ian’s wondered it too, has considered bringing it up whenever he does go to therapy countless times, but he can never make himself say it out loud.

“It might’ve been,” he says slowly. “But if it was that’s Terry’s fault, not yours.”

Mickey nods absently and Ian shifts forward until he can press his forehead to Mickey’s temple. “None of it was our fault, Mick.”

Neither of them speaks for a beat – everything they’ve left unsaid hanging heavy in the air between them until Ian eventually decides to carry on.

“And I know I said sorry for this one before,” he continues. “But I’m sorry for trying to make you come out.”

Mickey shakes his head as if to tell him it doesn’t matter. But it does.

“And for all the fucking bullshit I pulled with you while I was manic. Not even just the big stuff – the cheating, the porno, Yevgeny – but all of it. I didn’t treat you how I wanted to back then.” Ian feels tears burn behind his eyes just thinking about it and his pulse is ragged by the time Mickey finally turns his head to look at him.

His eyes are shining and Ian’s heart is fucking broken. “You were sick, Ian.”

“Doesn’t make any of it okay,” Ian mumbles, closing his eyes when he feels Mickey’s fingers graze against the back of his neck. “Just- I really need you to know that the only reason I broke up with you was because Monica fucking got in my head and I could see how much I was killing you and I didn’t want that for you, Mick,” he says, voice low and desperate, begging Mickey to understand. “The thought of you just staying with me and letting me hurt you over and over again was too fucking much. Especially back then when I felt like I’d never feel normal again.”

Mickey is quiet for a moment before he squeezes the back of Ian’s neck. “I’m not excusin’ shit, Ian. Losing you back then- it nearly fucking broke me. But it’s like what you said about the stuff I did. It’s not okay. But I know why you did it.”

Ian nods, sniffling back the tears threatening to fall and burying his face in Mickey’s neck to press an apologetic kiss against the spot where his neck meets his shoulder. Mickey’s arm tightens around him in response and it’s enough to give Ian courage to deliver the final part of his apology.

He leans back, pushing up on his elbow so he can look down at Mickey and meets his gaze while he talks. “I’m sorry I didn’t go with you to Mexico,” he whispers, breath hitching. “I’m so fucking sorry but I wanted to believe so badly that I actually had my shit together and-“

Mickey cuts him off before he can say anymore, lips upturned in a rueful smile. “I’m not mad about that,” he murmurs.

Ian frowns in confusion. “You’re not?”

Mickey nods, blowing out a resigned breath. “You were fucking right, Ian. Where were we supposed to get your meds? I spent two years working for a fucking cartel, that’s not exactly the kinda stress-free, routine life you needed to be living.” Mickey shakes his head, shrugging half-heartedly. “I didn’t think it through, I just wanted to be with you again – couldn’t see past that, y’know?”

And Ian is so fucking in love with him. He can’t believe Mickey still has so much goddamn faith in him.

“Fat lotta good it did anyway,” he huffs bitterly. “Goin’ home. Look where I ended up.”

He’d given Mickey the basics of what’d happened with the whole Gay Jesus thing earlier. But it’s still hard to believe how quickly things spiralled after he came home from the border.

Mickey doesn’t say anything because there’s not much to say really but he links his fingers together with the hand Ian’s still got resting on his chest which is an answer in and of itself.

“Listen,” Ian murmurs, meeting Mickey’s gaze and hoping he can see the sincerity there. “I know- I don’t expect you to just give me blanket forgiveness right now, okay? I don’t blame you if you don’t believe me,” he says, voice feeling thick with emotion. “But let me make it up to you, alright? Let me prove that I’m in this this time. I’m not fuckin’ around again, Mick. I’m not- I can’t let you go again.”

Mickey doesn’t reply right away and Ian watches as a myriad of emotions flickers across his face. Eventually though, his throat bobs and he offers Ian a hint of a smile. “You let me make my shit up to you. It’d be pretty fuckin’ hypocritical if I didn’t let you do the same.”

Ian huffs out a relieved laugh, resting his forehead against Mickey’s shoulder. “Or smart, maybe.”

“When have I ever fuckin’ been smart around you, Gallagher?” Mickey says amusedly and Ian raises his head again, leaning in until there’s the barest inch of space between them.

“I mean it,” he whispers steadfastly. “If it takes a week or a year to make you trust me again, I’ll do it. I promise.”

Mickey’s expression is calm and open as he watches him and Ian revels at being allowed to see the vulnerability behind his eyes – more as a sign of trust than because Mickey can’t conceal it for once. He closes the distance between them and tries to pour every bit of love and devotion he possesses into the kiss, hoping Mickey can feel it.

When their lips dislodge after a minute or so Ian rearranges them until he’s the one lying on his back and Mickey’s head is resting on his chest.

“I missed you so fucking much,” Mickey admits into the cotton of Ian’s tank top and Ian closes his eyes, feeling a lump swell in his throat as his eyes begin to water.

“I missed you too,” he murmurs hoarsely, tightening his arms around Mickey like he could fuse their bones together and pressing a firm kiss to Mickey’s hair. “I love you.”

“Love you too,” Mickey mumbles and it’s just three words but it feels like fucking salvation to Ian’s ears.

They’re gonna be alright.

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[rwbyremnants]

WARNING: Still a little gore

Okay I did mean to post this faster than this but at least it wasn't TOO long... I hope... anyway enjoy!

=Chapter 28

The world seemed to slow to a crawl as Weiss reached toward the red stain blossoming outward from where the blade was penetrating her navy blue dress, turning it a shade of indigo. She vaguely saw Pyrrha taking a step away from her, eyes wide in abject horror.

Cinder. No, wait - one of the Huntsmen. Raven. Her father. The culprit could have been anyone by this point. As Weiss tried to turn on the spot to see what was going on, she lamented how many people had come to resent her in such a short time. It wasn’t as if she had ever done anything to anyone on purpose, and yet she had become one of the most hated people in Vale. How unfair that was! Now all that remained was to find out which specific adversary had taken action.

Nothing could have prepared her for the incensed expression in Emerald Sustrai’s face as she stood panting in her driveway, shaking all over. Yes, she was angry, furious, fists clenched just below her still-bandaged forearms… but something wasn't right. Her eyes were unfocused, breathing ragged and uneven. Saliva was running down her chin.

“Make you pay,” she stammered, stumbling slightly as she backed away with the knife, fought to remain standing. Clearly, it wasn't easy. “Get you to… make Cinder… make her.”

“I…” Pressing a hand against the wound, she asked, “Why?”

“You!” Tears had joined the spittle, and she raised the knife again. “You got her h-hurt! Not allowed! Fake Dragon, I'll-”

That was as far as she got. Grinding back into life, Pyrrha tackled her to the ground, wresting the knife away from her. Not that Emerald was going down easy, but it was difficult to tell through all that fog; Weiss felt her own vision beginning to blur as she sank to her knees.

“HELP!” her friend was screaming as she wrestled with the green-haired Dragon, even though she sounded so far away. “Someone help us! Please!”

Not that Weiss could wait for help. The world was sliding to one side - or was she? Impossible for her to tell. Her entire body felt so light… maybe it wouldn't matter what fell where. Maybe nothing mattered.

Nothing except…

“Yang…”

Even her own voice sounded false, immaterial. Footfalls and outcries filled her ears, but light was already fading by then. No time for anything anymore. Only nothing.

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Though Weiss had a fleeting memory of sirens, shouting and being manhandled, it all seemed so insubstantial that she couldn't be bothered to focus. At some point, she was sure she heard her mother's voice…

The next thing she was aware of was glaring fluorescent lights overhead. They hurt. Nothing else did, but that was so painful that she couldn't stand it. So she squeezed her eyes shut again immediately. The throbbing had to stop, she wanted to throw up, but she couldn't move, her legs were so heavy, and some unseen force was jostling her all over the place…

Consciousness evaded her for so long that when it came back again, she had no idea whether or not it was hours or days later. The lights were still painful but tolerable now. Trying to move felt like rolling back the tide, but she had to - something she couldn't quite catch hold of in her mind was screaming that she had to act, to move right now. So she pushed up with her elbows-

And felt a wealth of bandages and cotton pads restricting her movement. Not that they did anything to blot out the pain: sitting up that one time made a cold prickle spread outward from a sharp heat, and she hissed in through her teeth.

At least now she could see that she was in the hospital room. Sickly green curtains hung around her bed, and the quiet beep of a heart rate monitor broke the silence every few seconds. Looking down at the sheets, she caught sight of a little red tube leading from the crook of her arm up to a bag of blood hanging from a metal apparatus.

That was when it all came rushing back to her: Emerald. The knife. Pyrrha-

“He-” The noise that came from her throat was more of a rasp than a word, and it set in motion a coughing fit that made the pain in her abdomen so much worse. In that moment, she wished she had never woken up.

A stirring in the corner of her eye made her turn, dreading another attack - not that she had even seen the last one coming. Instead, she saw her mother, slumped down in a chair and quietly dozing. She looked utterly exhausted. Bags darkened the skin under her eyes, and her dress was more wrinkled than she could remember seeing her wear in quite some time - even on her most drunken nights, she would simply change the next morning.

“Mom?” she rasped. No response. Looking down, she saw an empty cup of coffee by her pumps. How long had she been up before she succumbed? Maybe it would be kinder to let her sleep, even though she desperately wanted some answers.

Settling back against the bed again, Weiss resigned herself to her fate. Aches were beginning to make themselves known. Mostly, the one in her abdomen was the one worth noting, but dozens of lesser pains were beginning to flare up now that her mind was awake. Did she get run over by a bus? Curious now, she peeled back the bed sheet to get a look at her abdomen…

A red blotch was marring the pristine white of the bandages around her midsection. Weiss let out a strangled cry of alarm. Seconds later, she more felt than saw her mother shoot to her feet before her face came into view over her bed.

“Oh no… oh no oh no oh n- NURSE! My daughter!”

Medical staff began to flood into the room. She looked on in mingling a horror and fascination as they began to strip away the bandage, examining the tiny hole from which welled her life's blood. She tried to keep watching, hoping to learn something about what they were doing and what was happening to her, but the sight of her own blood made her head so light that she had to lay it back down…

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The next time Weiss awoke, clarity came a lot faster. Even still lying in the bed, she remembered that she had been attacked, that she was presumably in the hospital now. Remembered the look on her mother's face when she saw her bleeding again. How many times had she seen her bleeding before? The thought of forcing her mother to suffer through the agony of watching her own child cling to life on a thread was an awful prospect.

This time, she didn't try to sit up. Partly because she was so weak she didn't feel like she could accomplish it, but also because the longer she lay there, the more certain she was that sitting up had been what opened her wound again. Not that she was any sort of a medical professional.

With no way of tracking the passage of time, she couldn't know how long she had been awake before a familiar face poked over her bed. After a second, the olive-toned features lit up with mingling relief and joy.

“There she is,” Kali Belladonna whispered.

“M-Mrs-” She gagged, but somehow stopped herself from coughing this time.

“Shhhh.” Looking around very briefly, she reached toward an unseen table and came back with a small cup of water, gently tipping it to her lips. Weiss drank deeply until her thirst was slaked. “There… that's better, isn't it?”

Gasping for breath now that she had finished, Weiss gazed up at the cook. She certainly looked as if she could use a few more hours of sleep herself. Unlike her own mother, Blake's mother was as well-dressed as ever, makeup in place and hair flawless. But that couldn't hide the very real fear in her hazel eyes, nor the fatigue in her posture.

“I'm… what…”

“Take it easy. Do you want to know what happened?” Weiss nodded. “What's the last thing you remember?”

“Stabbed. Emerald. Then… I woke up, Mommy was here, but… I bled.”

The instant she tried to sit up, Kali pushed her back down firmly. A thrill of dread shot through her - even though she trusted Kali, it was scary being held down.

“Lie still. You lost a lot of blood, twice. You shouldn't lose any more.” Tears glistened in the corners of her eyes.

“I'm sorry.” Her own were welling up now. “I'm sorry, Kali, I…”

“Shhhh, Weiss, it's not your fault.” Clearing her throat, she began, “Emerald attacked you. Her story is… interesting, to say the least. From there, your mother heard your friend Pyrrha calling for help and called for the ambulance. We… well, I kept pressure on the wound until they got to you, Pyrrha kept Emerald under control. She got nicked here and th-”

“What? No, I have to-”

“Stop, stop,” she reminded her as she held her in place. “It wasn't too bad; they already treated her. Small cuts on her arms, nothing to worry about. Please don't forget about your stitches.”

Feeling chagrined, she whispered, “I'm sorry… so… what happened? I'm alive, am I going to be okay?”

“They…” Her throat worked to swallow. “Well, as I said, you lost a lot of blood, and… the blade did nick your kidney, but missed the major blood vessels, so you were lucky there. Still, it was touch and go for the first couple of days to save the kidney.”

“Days?” Afraid of the answer, she asked, “How long…?”

Kali averted her eyes. “It's Sunday. So almost the entire week. But you're stable now, you just- they warned us that if you pulled your stitches again, they would have a harder time… keeping you from bleeding out. So please, please…”

The tears made her reach up to pet up and down Kali's neck. The warmth was comforting to them both. “Gee whiz… I'm so sorry for making you worry. You and- is my mother still here? What about Pyrrha? Has anyone told Yang? We have to-”

“Shhhh, Weiss. Yang knows. She's right outside.”

“Can I see her?” When Kali frowned, she craned her neck up. “I need- need to see her!”

“She's been awake for so long, Weiss… she needs her sleep. All of us do. It's not your fault,” she headed her off before she could apologise again. “But we love you and are so worried, and we want to make sure at least one of us is awake if there's news.”

A little smile broke through Weiss's fear and gloom. “You love me?”

Kali blinked a few times, stunned out of her current train of thought. “What? Oh… oh, Weiss, of course! Haven't you been able to tell?”

The poor girl burst into tears. The entire situation was far too much for her, and hearing that someone she had become increasingly attached to felt the same way provided an easily accessible outlet for all those feelings to come pouring out. Kali leaned down to hug her very delicately, to make sure Weiss didn't lean up. They cried together, laughed in the middle before crying took over again.

“Oh, sweetheart,” Kali finally breathed when she could talk again, kissing the side of her head. “I'm so glad you're going to be alright. I r-really… Weiss, you are family now, and don't you ever forget it!”

Such simple words, yet they were music to her ears.

After another few emotional minutes, Kali bowed out and prompted her mother to come in and fuss over her for a while. She had never felt so adored in all her life - well, other than with Yang.

“The doctors really have been swell,” Willow finally blubbered some time later. Her poor mother seemed like she was nearly as bad off as she had been when drinking, but wasn't drunk; that was some relief to the patient. “Even let Kali and Yang stay, as long as I was here to vouch… that they knew my b-baby…”

Her smile was almost pitying as she squeezed her mother's hand. “I'm going to be fine, Mother. I promise. Though I guess I won't be cheerleading much for the rest of the semester…”

“This is very h-hard for m- for me to… I want to hate those Dragons! My baby keeps getting h-hurt, but then… Kali is so wonderful to me, and you, so it isn’t- and your father! He isn't one of them, and he attacked us, so even with that girl stabbing you…”

“Yes, Mommy, I know,” she told her gently. As she well knew, calling her that came out when she was very emotional, but it also seemed to convey a deeper love that her mother often worried was lost. Her hope was that it might help soothe her nerves somewhat.

“I don't know what I would have done. You're my… m-my only baby left! Winter's gone, your father… and Whitley-”

“Whitley and Winter are fine! They're just… not as close. Right now!” she added when she saw her face scrunching up more. “But… I mean, give them time! Especially for Whitley. You know he's Daddy's little boy.”

Nodding, she leaned down and left one of those kisses on Weiss's forehead that was more firm than necessary, causing her to roll her eyes even while she smiled. “My little angel. I'm so glad she didn't get you. You'll never… never know!”

Comforting her enough so that they could hold a conversation again took the better part of five minutes. She knew it was a little twisted, but Weiss was extremely happy. Yes, she hated that she and her mother had to go through so much trauma to get to that point, but at least it felt like they were mother and daughter again. It was a vast improvement over the wino she had living in her house scant weeks ago.

“Okay,” she finally whispered into her hair as she pet up and down her mother's back. “I do need to know something.”

“Yes? Oh sweetie, whatever it is, we will find out together. I promise!”

Smiling a little wider, she asked, “Do you know… what happened to Emerald? Do the police have her?”

“Oh…” Finally, Willow sat back up, one of her hands brushing her own hair back into place as the other one remained on Weiss's shoulder. “Well… yes, but she's in the asylum ward here at the hospital. Under constant guard. At least, that's what Kali told me.”

“Have they tested her for drugs?”

Her mother looked quite taken aback. “How… did you know that?” When Weiss merely waited, she cleared her throat before continuing, “They said she has been doing… oh, I don't know much about these things. Opium, maybe?”

That confirmed something that has been bothering Weiss since she first saw Emerald in her front garden. Her unfocused eyes, broken sentences… they may have meant nothing, or may have just been the product of grief. But she had never seen anyone behave quite that way before. Her first thought had been the reefer, but opium could certainly be the problem - not that she knew much more than her mother did.

“Weiss? What is it, sweetheart?”

“Nothing. Just… never mind. The important thing is that I survived, and I don't plan on going anywhere ever again. Mother, I'm sorry for worrying you so much! I never meant-”

Her mother's hand drifted up and pressed into her lips gently, silencing her whinging. “Please, don't apologize for that anymore. How were you to know that she would… th-that sh-sh-she…”

Again, her mother was useless for conversation for the next several minutes. They then talked a bit about her general health after she had collected herself, and about whether or not Whitley had come to see her - he had, but had scarcely stayed for a few minutes before wanting to return to the waiting room.

Then they were interrupted. Yang stood in the doorway, looking completely beside herself. Weiss had never seen her hair so matted, nor her features so stricken.

“Oh,” Willow breathed when she noticed, sitting back away from her daughter.

“Yang?”

That was all the prompting it took for her brute to take off running across the room, straight for her. Willow had to stand up and catch her to keep her from landing on the bed with her full weight.

“Don't! Her stitches-”

“WEISS!” Tears were streaming down her face that quickly, bloodshot eyes wide and pleading. “I'm sorry! I shoulda been there, shoulda- you almost died and- a-and I never… told you I…”

Finally, her mother let her go so she could embrace her love. They both breathed a sigh of relief when the hug was a lot gentler than the one Yang had initially gone in for. A minute ticked by as they found comfort in the warmth of each other’s bodies, in the nearness of their soulmate.

“Shhh,” Weiss whispered gently into her hair, her own eyes wet. “It’s okay. It’s okay! You can’t be everywh-”

“NO! I should be! You’re all I care about in the whole goddamn world, Weiss! And if I lose you… I’ll burn it to the fucking ground!”

Both she and her mother started at the strong language used. A second later, she petted over her hair and hissed, “Hey, hey. I’m fine, alright? Yang, I’m fine. Golly…”

After a couple of minutes, Yang finally pulled back to smile down at her. “My Princess. She’s a real fighter.”

“Sure I am,” Weiss laughed wetly, pushing their foreheads together. They both giggled to release the fear and tension and pure raw emotion. “Pyrrha deserves the congratulations.”

“Oh, believe me, she’s gonna get a big ol’ kiss from me the next time I see her! But… wow, this just- I can’t believe… was it really Emerald? If you say it was, then I trust you, but it’s still crazy to think-”

“It was.” Sighing, she looked away at the curtain. “But I could tell she wasn’t herself. Too much drugs, apparently. Has… Emerald ever…?”

Yang blinked at her for a moment, then seemed to realise what she was asking all at once. “Oh! No, never - I mean, we’ve all tried reefer once or twice, but Emerald barely even drinks that often. Nothing stronger than that.”

“Okay.”

“Why? What did they say she was on?”

Weiss glanced at her mother, who had been watching them very carefully. Almost as if studying them. When she realized they were looking at her, she held up both hands helplessly. “I don’t know. Opium, maybe? I thought she got it from you.”

Even while Weiss was groaning at her mother’s continuing unintended prejudice, Yang sighed and answered patiently, “Not from me. And not from any of us; the Dragons don’t deal in stuff like that.”

“Well…” Sighing deeply, the patient reached up to caress Yang’s cheek. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed her mother wincing, but decided the best way to handle that would be to ignore it; let her sort out her feelings in her own time. “I suppose there’s only one way to find out.”

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“What do you mean, ‘you can’t see her’?!”

The full-bearded officer tipped his hat again, even as he repeated the same sentiment: “Sorry, can’t let you in there. Dangerous criminal.”

“I know!” Weiss burst out, leaning even more heavily against Kali. “I’ve been waiting days for them to tell me I can leave my bed so I can actually talk to the ‘criminal’ myself! Now, will you move out of the way?”

“Listen, girlie. Why don't ya go back to your room? Let the adults handle business.”

Kali definitely took offense to that. “And what am I, then? A newborn?” All she got in return for that was a wolf whistle, and her eyes narrowed further. “Just ask if she's open to any visitors. I assume you have her handcuffed to the bed?”

“Well… yeah, but that don't-”

“Ask.”

He asked. It didn't take him very long to come back and usher them into the hospital room, though he looked quite surly about it.

Emerald was definitely not in the best of shape, but she was doing better than Weiss had been when she was admitted. All of the machines she was hooked up to seemed to be for the sole purpose of monitoring her vitals because of the drugs in her blood supply. There was a saline drip, and she still had bandages around her forearms from Shopkeeper's, but other than that and the handcuffs holding her upper arms to the bed, she looked more or less right as rain…

Other than the purpling bloody nose. Privately, Weiss reminded herself to congratulate Pyrrha the next time she came for a visit. She and Yang had been in and out constantly, fussing over her, and Blake and Ruby dropped by once or twice. Still no word from Winter… but she didn't want to think about that right now, so she returned her attention to the matter at hand.

“Oh…” Emerald sat up straighter, eyes wide with pure fear. “H-hey, Weiss. Mrs. Belladonna.”

Kali seemed to have no time for games. “Is that all you have to say to the young lady you stabbed?”

“No, I… of course not. But I don't know what to say, it was like…”

Weiss waited for her to finish. When she didn't speak again for a few seconds, too plagued by inner demons - or worried about repercussions - to summon the words, she calmly seated herself in the chair at Emerald's bedside, hands folded neatly in her lap.

“Go on.”

“I couldn't think. Couldn't calm down, o-or make my mind focus on anything other than how angry I was with Weiss.”

“Angry? Why were you angry with me?”

Finally, she turned her eyes to glare daggers at the guest. “You got Cinder hurt. Do you even care about that? Because your daddy can't let go of you, he burned down our place and Cinder got hurt! And really bad, Weiss!”

“That isn't fair,” Kali admonished her in a firm tone of voice. “Parents are supposed to be responsible for their children, not the other way around. She can't control what that idiot does any more than Blake could control what I did if I were to settle petty grudges like that.”

“I don't care. She's the cause for it; he would never have made someone set that fire without her being involved. But…” The ire faded, and Emerald's eyes became more haunted than anything. “I didn't want to attack anybody! All I wanted to do was go find Weiss and yell at her, tell her that she owed Cinder, ask what she was going to do to make it right. Th-that’s really… that’s all I wanted, I didn’t…”

Weiss was listening patiently all along, trying to distance herself emotionally from the situation. Then she asked, “Do you know what the doctors have said, about the drugs?”

The haunted aura only intensified, her tan fingers clutching at the white linen sheets. “Yes.”

“Well? What was it? Marijuana?”

“I'm no reefer addict,” she snapped impatiently. “No, I… they said it was opium, and s-some other drug I've never heard of before. Just some letters…”

“Letters?” But even as she asked that, she could see Kali's hand raise to her chin, tapping as she thought. “What is it?”

Barely distracted, she let out a soft “Hm?” that forestalled any more questions for a few seconds as her mind worked through the possibilities. Then she asked Emerald, as if there had been no pause at all, “Were the letters ‘LSD’?”

“I think they might have been?” The lilt at the end made the statement a question.

“Hmm.”

Reaching up to catch her arm, Weiss whispered, “What is it?”

“Lysergic acid diethylamide. It’s an experimental drug being used and studied by psychiatrists.”

“How is it you just… know everything?!”

That made Kali laugh weakly. “If I knew everything, I could have…” But she didn’t finish that sentence. Weiss had no way of knowing what past mistake she was thinking of, because she moved on immediately. “Well, I’ve only heard of these things. I’m no doctor. But I like to know what’s going on in the world. I thought this could have been Dexedrine tablets - Ghira used to talk about those when he would send correspondence home from the war front. But it wasn’t until she said ‘letters’ that I remembered LSD.”

Emerald was nodding, sitting up straighter as if it would take her closer to salvation. “Y-yes, I- I mean, I don’t know anything about this stuff at all, but it was like I was watching myself do it. St- stab…” Tears finally pricked, but she was trying to ignore them. “I couldn’t control anything once they pushed me out.”

“What?”

Weiss had noticed that as well. “Who pushed you out? Of where?”

“I don’t… remember…” Both of Emerald’s fists slammed into her eyes. “AH! What happened to me?!”

“They said you checked yourself out of the hospital,” Kali was saying in a distant voice, eyes unfocused as her mind raced. “But… nobody could tell me how you got home. Your bike is still at my house.”

“Were they lying?” Weiss asked urgently. “Did they kidnap her and… and pay off the nurses, or something?”

“It’s sounding too likely to ignore.” Sitting up straighter, she said, “We have to tell Salem about this. Immediately. If Jacques Schnee is trying to pull strings from behind the scenes-”

“Oh no,” she breathed. When Kali only blinked at her, she looked up into her eyes. “Cinder and me, and Emerald… it’s all my-”

Fingers covered her mouth again. “We don’t have time for that. Emerald, please say you forgive Weiss. She is a victim of this now as much as you are.”

“What?!” But then the poor girl’s red eyes pointed down at Weiss’s bandage before flicking away again. “Oh… well… I don’t know if I can; my Cinder is…”

“She’s hurting just like both you and Weiss are hurting. Like Salem is, even if it was only a little smoke.”

Tears rolled down her cheeks. “It’s still her fault! Who cares if she got herself hurt?” However, her next words were, “I’m sorry… I d-don’t mean to be- I know she’s a Dragon, Cinder told me sh-she’s branded, and it’s… this is all too much. What did they do to me?”

Kali gestured for Weiss to join her. They both worked together to help Weiss stand gently as they could, trying to avoid further aggravating her injury, and made their exit.

“Do you think she’s going to be okay?” Weiss asked once the door was closed and they were further along the hallway.

“I don’t know,” Kali confessed, arm securely around her back as she helped her along. “But this is bad news. Emerald attacked a fellow Dragon; she won’t be let off easy, no matter why it happened. Even worse than that…” She swallowed hard. “Someone has decided to start messing with our minds. If it’s not your father… then we could be in for such a terrible time that we can’t even fathom.”

[dirtychocolatechai]

well I hope you do hear back from them and that it's the news you want! ♥♥ side note: my periods back and my cramps suck but i'm still hardcore thinking about a soft, tender thor to tend to my whims and said cramps so i'm gonna go reread your thor fics (let's be real, all your fics) for the hundredth time cause they're so damn good -tn

Thank you bby!! I hope this helps and you feel better soon 😘 No smut, all fluff 👀 Aydgsagfdsfkhsudkghus you’re too good to me 😭

saeta = sweetheart/sweetie

When you get woken up at 4 am by sharp stabs of pain that feel like they’re hooking deep, shredding up your insides and a suspicious squish between your thighs, you know the day’s already ruined before the sun’s even up.

One poor attempt at clean up later, blurry-eyed and sour, you curl beneath the covers and resign yourself to the fact that you won’t be getting back to bed anytime soon.

Behind you, Thor continues to slumber away unaware, blissfully deep beneath the throes of sleep. You’ve never been more jealous of a man, specifically his lack of ovaries, in all your life. And it’s childish and petty but you’re in agony and all you want to do is go back to bed but your body won’t let you.

Your foot may or may not have kicked out at his calf, a dark spark of satisfaction blooming within your chest when he startles awake with an inelegant snort and mussed hair, his gaze darting about the room.

“Hn, wha’z it?” His eyes are heavy, lids drooping. “Wha’z w’ong?”

You frown, digging your toes into the top of his foot.

His brows furrow, his large hand groping for your body in the dark. “Y/N?”

You smack him away when his presence gets too close to your back, the pitch of your voice strained and deep, saying, “Don’t touch me.”

“Why…”

He pauses, the last dregs of sleep disappearing as his ocean eyes regain clarity. He tracks your body through the darkness, darting from the side of your face to the hunch of your shoulders, the tilt of your hips, how tightly your legs are tucked to your chest, your arms protective.

“Is it that bad, Saeta?”

The big dummy.

You bite down on the urge to be snide, to vent all your irritation out on your boyfriend. The vindication it would bring is annoyingly tempting. He’s only being kind, asking after you, checking in.

You’d find it sweet if you didn’t want to turn around and snarl, “What the fuck does it look like?” You’re just spoiling for an opportunity to start a fight. Inhaling, you close your eyes and breathe deeply for several long moments until the urge passes.

Your skin is crawling.

Too tight.

Ill-fitting.

He shifts closer, his body heat sinking into your rigid back. His hand caressing the side of your head, Thor kisses your crown tenderly as his fingers gently comb through your hair.

“Is there anything I can do for you, Y/N?” he asks.

So earnest, so bright that all the will to be petulant gets sucked out, leaving you feeling hollow and tired. You stubbornly ignore the prickling gathering at the corners of your eyes, sniffling.

Thor tsks quietly and scoops you gingerly into his arms, keeping you close to his chest. “Oh, Saeta,” he sighs, nuzzling your shoulder, “Don’t cry. Let me make it all better.”

His hands are gentle, his touch soft and feather-light as he drags the tips of his fingers between the bloated swell of your hips.

The smell of petrichor. The low hum of electricity.

Thor directs gentle currents into your skin, energy licking across your overactive nerve endings. Tingles zip down your spine, the pain being swallowed up by every pass of his fingers.

You whine, sigh, slump into the plush mattress in relief. The ever-present spikes of pain fade to the background, a low-level white noise barely noticeable on the edges of your consciousness.

Thor hides his smile in your hair, his thumb tracing the tender arch of your hip, the skin of your lower belly as you relax back into him fully.

“Is that better?”

Without the cramps, your exhaustion doubles back tenfold, a bone-deep weariness washing over you. You burrow down into the bedding and tangle your legs with his, your feet stroking over his in apology.

“Thank you.” You turn and lean back to kiss Thor, his lips rolling over yours pleasantly. “I love you.”

“And I love you.” His eyes crinkle at the corners, besotted smile and all. “Saeta, go back to bed. I will keep you comfortable.”

[stanbillyhargrove]

Ghosts chp 22

A/N: uhm I'm not sure what to warn for this, there's a mention of blood, Neil is...Neil

Katrina's POV

"Olivia," I smiled at her from across my room, "you're here."

She regarded me softly and crossed to sit beside me, "of course, I would never leave you, my girl. What's happened? Is it gone? Whatever possessed you?"

I shook my head, "no, he...he wants to see you."

"Me? Why would he want me?"

"Because...it's Neil."

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"Olivia," Neil breathed.

She shone so brightly in his usually dark room, light seemed to radiate out from her. Her golden curls were down, loose around her shoulders. She turned from the fireplace to look at him, her eyes shining like jewels.

I could feel his breath hitch in his throat as he stepped closer to her, "you're here..."

"Neil," she whispered, her chin trembling.

He closed the space between them and reached out to cup her face in his hand. A gasp left her lips and a shaking hand came up to hold his wrist. Olivia fell into him then, wrapping her arms around his back as he tucked her under his chin.

"You're shaking," he murmured, "are you afraid?"

"No...you don't scare me, Neil. Not anymore."

He pressed his lips against the top of her head, mumbling, "no?"

I could see how tense he was, how the tight grip he held Olivia with made his arm tremble. Could feel his fear, his pain.

She shook her head, "no."

"Well you scare me," he admitted.

She tipped her head up, a mere breath away to look into his face. He slowly closed the space between them to kiss her gently; there were tears in his eyes when he pulled away.

"Neil," Olivia whispered, "you need to let go, give Katrina back her life."

He looked down, "I can't."

"Can't? Or won't?"

"I can't. We are one now, her and I. When I interrupted that spell, it connected us."

"Why?" She asked, "why would you do that?"

"Because of you," he murmured, "when I started following Katrina, she was just another person to haunt. But you, you made it different. I wanted to know why you liked her so much so I stuck around but...I wasn't myself. I was full of rage and pain, I lost myself. When she found the boy, everything got worse for me. Then when they did the spell that let you into her body, I took the opportunity to do the same."

Olivia shook her head, "that wasn't the same, Neil. Our boy, our Billy...he needed me, he was so hurt, so angry and scared. Katrina wanted to bring him peace, she wanted to bring me peace and you took that away."

"Liv," he breathed.

"Why did you want me here, Neil?"

He glanced away, his jaw working. I could feel our heart pounding, beating hard and fast against ribs.

"I'm different, Olivia. Being tied to Katrina has brought me back. I'm me again," he looked up at her, a hopeful smile on his face, "we can be together again, my love."

"What?"

"We can be together like this, Olivia. We can be together here, tie yourself to the girl and be with me."

She hesitated and I could feel hope bloom in his chest.

"We can be happy again."

She looked over at me quickly before answering.

"No," she whispered, looking away.

"No?"

I felt the pang of hurt, the confusion backhanding him. I felt it all before his face fell.

"Look at me, Olivia. Look at me and tell me you don't love me."

"Of course I do," she murmured, looking back at him, "you know I love you."

"Then we can be together. I love you, Olivia," he held her face gently.

She stepped back from him, her voice wavering, "what is left in you to love?"

Neil stared at her, shocked and hurt.

"Being yourself now doesn't erase the years of hurt you caused. It doesn't erase the years of abuse to our son. It doesn't take away the bruises you left on our skin, the scars in our minds. I died because of you, Neil. You're a monster...Katrina doesn't want this."

"She does. I can't do this without her acceptance."

"You've manipulated her, like you manipulated me. Like you manipulated Susan."

I saw the heartbreak on his face, felt it in my own chest, mixing with a cloud of rage. I wasn't sure where his heartbreak ended and mine started, it was all one, a jagged edged chasm splitting open to drag us down.

"You make women believe you love them so you can get what you want, Neil. But you don't know how to love," Olivia's eyes flicked over to me, concerned, "Katrina, you can't. Elle-"

With a flick of Neil's hand she was gone. Cast from my mind.

"You knew," he growled, spinning to face me in the corner, "you knew it would end this way."

"N-no, I didn't-"

He was in front of me in a blink, his fingers tight on my jaw, "did you really think I was so weak that she could break my heart and I'd just leave?"

"No," I whimpered, "I wanted-"

His grip tightened, strong fingers digging into my face, "don't forget, pet. We are one, you and I. This is my body now."

"Neil," I cried, tears pouring down my cheeks and rolling through his fingers, "please, you're hurting me."

He scoffed and the room was cast into darkness. I felt him let go and I was instantly lost in the never ending black. Like I had been cast into nothingness.

"Neil?" I cried.

It echoed around me and I started to panic, screaming and pleading for him to come back, to save me from the nothing.

I was curled into myself, sobbing, when Neil and the room came back. I couldn't help myself, I threw myself into him and sobbed into his chest. Clutched at him like he was my savior, a beacon of light to save me from the nothing.

Neil stood there for a moment, letting me hold on to him before he pushed me away. Looked at me with cold eyes and turned away. I tried to follow but I was trapped, sealed in a glass coffin. He had trapped me inside my own mind.

"This is my body now," he repeated.

I screamed and sobbed, slammed my fists against the glass and thrashed but he was gone. I was alone in this now empty room, the flickering fireplace the only source of light.

He wasn't coming back, not as long as he could help it.

--

I don't know how long I was trapped in the coffin. Don't know how many days I spent screaming myself hoarse and bruising my hands against the glass before I gave up.

I placed my hand weakly on the glass in front of me and tipped my head against it, resigned in my containment. Then, out of the dark came the dark version of myself I'd seen before. Face smeared with dirt and blood, hair dripping where it hung around her face. Black eyes peered at me, head cocked like she was curious. She came in close to the glass, her eyes never leaving mine.

"You're going to die here," she whispered.

SMACK

Her hands hit the glass as she started to shriek. I pressed myself against the back of the coffin, screaming along with her. She didn't stop screaming and laughing, even when I stopped screaming and just curled into myself, crying. I wondered if Neil would ever come back, or if I would be stuck here forever. Forgotten and terrorized by this version of myself.

But he did come back. Walked up to the coffin and with a wave, it was gone, along with that version of myself. I fell into his arms, a fresh wave of tears streaming down my face.

"Hush, pet," he soothed, running a gentle hand down my back, "I'm here now."

"I, I thought I was trapped forever," I croaked, "with that...thing."

"I lost my temper, but it's okay now. Everything's okay, I've got you."

I tried to catch my breath but the relief I felt was overwhelming and had me gasping on air.

"Enough," Neil snapped.

I gasped, biting into my lip to try and stop my cries and looked up at him. His face softened as he gently pulled my lip from between my teeth and kissed my forehead.

"I have a surprise for you."

He led me away from the fireplace to another room that seemed to appear from nothing. Crisp white walls framed a huge baby pink bathtub. Every open space around it was filled with lush, green plants, climbing the walls and trailing from pots suspended in the air. It felt like home, where Olivia had encouraged me to turn my apartment into a jungle. I hope the boys are taking care of my plants.

A pang in my chest. The boys, would I ever see them again? Or Ally, Olivia and Elle? Pudge? Would I ever be myself again?

"I can hear you. Thinking of your life before."

I looked at Neil, surprised, "what?"

He tapped my temple, "there's no secrets between us here."

"Right," I nodded.

He smiled, moving his hand to my lower back to ease me forward, "don't be upset with me. I planned this just for you, don't you like it?"

I looked at the bath, at the steam rising from it and the heaping pile of bubbles. Citrus wafted through the air, filling my senses. Too perfect to not be a hallucination my brain had made to distract me from still being in the coffin.

"Is this real?" I asked.

That smile again, "as real as you or I. No tricks, I promise."

"Thank you," I murmured.

He nodded and moved his hands to the hem of my shirt, curling his fingers around it. Soft, gentle hands slid up my sides, pulling my shirt with them. He undressed me silently, his touch soft and careful when he caressed curves.

Neil took my hand and let me hold tight to him as I climbed into the tub, my body disappearing into bubbles. Then he kissed the back of my hand and turned to leave but I clung tight to his fingers.

"Please," I whispered, "don't leave me alone again."

He regarded me softly and came to sit on the edge of the tub. Sat quietly and combed sweet smelling shampoo and conditioner through my hair with gentle hands. When I was clean and relaxed, he grabbed my elbow, helped me out of the tub and wrapped me in a large fluffy towel.

We walked back to the room with the fireplace, which had now changed to a bedroom. I glanced behind us and realized the bathroom had disappeared into darkness.

"I want you to be comfortable here," he explained, "I'd like to avoid locking you up again."

At my request, I was given a pair of soft shorts and a large tshirt to lounge in. I crawled into the bed, a wave of exhaustion taking over me.

"Will you stay?" I asked.

He hesitated for a moment before sitting on the bed next to me, his back up against the headboard.

"I won't be here forever," he mumbled, "I have things I need to do."

"I know," I whispered, "but just for a while?"

"Of course, pet."

@alias-b @charmed-asylum @champagnesugamama

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Ch. 3: The Night Fury & The Hybrid

Hiccup's Pov-

A drawn map of the island, covered in X's. Hiccup looks up from it and peeks over a gorge, expectantly. Sees nothing. He adds another 'X' to the page, then scratches his pencil over the whole map in frustration. He snaps the book closed and pockets it.

"Uggh, the gods hate me. Some people lose their knife or their mug. No, not me. I manage to lose an entire dragon."

Hiccup Whacks a low-hanging branch. It Snaps back at him, hitting him in the face. He looks up to see a snapped tree trunk. His eyes follow it to a long trench of up-turned earth.

(Y/n) Pov-

*Heads up your name is Bluestar*

You woke up feel dizzy, you tried to get up but you couldn't, you looked at your body to find yourself stuck/trap in a bola with a... Night fury.

Toothless/ Night Fury^

You tried to get lose from the net, but it was no use.

You looked at the Night Fury, you put your ear to his chest to check if he was still alive, thankfully he was.

You then hear some footsteps from a far away distance, you had very good hearing.

Hiccup Pov-

He follows it to a downed, one black dragon, its body and tail tangled in a bola. It appear dead. Hiccup approaches, beaming. To get a better look.

Bluestar Pov-

As the sound of footsteps came closer and closer, I could see someone from afar from me, sticking his head out, then look back and grab his... knife.

He ran to the big rock that was close to me, say like 4 feet away from me. then he slowly came up to but he doesn't seen to notice me as I watch him.

Hiccup's Pov-

"Oh wow. I-I did it. Oh I did it. T-This fixes everything."

"(Elated) Yes!" I strikes a victory pose, planting my foot on the beast, not noticing that Hiccup is actually planting his foot on your side shoulder as he continues.

"I have brought down this mighty beast!"

Bluestar Pov-

I thought to myself "Is he blind!?" So I shift and hiss at him catching his attention.

Hiccup Pov-

"Whoa!" Hiccup springs back, terrified, and didn't notice what else he caught. He turns his blade at her. Rattled, Hiccup creeps along the length of the weak, trapped creature (you.), dagger poised to strike. As he reaches her head, He couldn't believe his own eyes. She was a half Dragon, a Night Fury in fact. She had dragon paws, a dragon tail, dragon wings, dragon ears, and dragon scales.

Her scales were like star in the sky. She was... unbelievably Beautiful. He shrugged about what he just said and focused about the Night Fury.

This is what you look like^

Hiccup finds the Night Fury staring coldly at him. Hiccup tries to look away, but he's drawn back to its unnerving, unflinching stare. With the dragon safety tangled in the ropes and the creature, Hiccup jabs with his dagger, puffing himself up with false bravado.

"I'm going to kill you, Dragon and... half dragon. I'm gonna- I'm gonna cut out your heart and take it to my father. I'm a Viking...”

The creature glared at him as he continued.

"I am a VIKING!" Hiccup raises the dagger, determined to prove his Viking-ness. This scared the creature when I raised my voice.

The dragon's labored breathing breaks Hiccup's clenched concentration. He opens an eye, uncertainty leaking through. The creature and the dragon holds their stare at me. The creature had tears in her hunting eyes. Something profound is exchanged. He close his eyes again getting ready to strike them.

Finally, the Night Fury and the creature closes their eyes and lowers their head, resigned to its fate. Hiccup tries to go through with it, holding the dagger aloft... fighting himself... until finally lowering it with a frustrated sigh. He looks over the dragon's chaffed rope wounds.

He only wanted to catch a Night Fury, not a girl like... 'her'. He knew if anyone found her, she would be worth a lot of gold. He felt guilty for this.

"(muttered, ashamed) I did this." He turns, about to leave than Pause. And glances back at the dragon's, chest heaving.

Hiccup GRUMBLES. He checks over his shoulder to ensure that no one is watching... then hurries back to cut the ropes. The Night Fury's and girl's eyes shoots open, with them watching his every move, Hiccup hurriedly saws through the bola ropes.

As the last rope falls free, the Night Fury suddenly Pounces! In a blur, the dragon is upon him, pinning Hiccup down, grazing his neck.

Looking like it's about to kill him. Hiccup is paralyzed. The dragon's breath ruffles his hair. Hiccup opens his eyes to find the Night Fury's wolf-like stare boring into him.

The girl stood next to the dragon with snake-like glare feeling crawling up his skin.

The exchange is intense, profound. The dragon draws a deep breath, as though it's about to torch him, then lets out an ear-piercing scream instead.

It turns and takes flight, flapping violently through the canopy of trees. It bashes against a nearby mountain side, recovers, and drops out of view some distance away.

The creature was still glaring at Hiccup then she spoke. "Don't come near me or Toothless again." My eyes widened after she spoke, not only she was beautiful but her voice was so soft and sweet. She got up taking steps back, turn around and followed the Night Fury.

Hiccup got up, Winded, Hiccup struggles to his feet, staggers a few steps, collapses to his knees, and faints.

[imaswellkid]

Girl, you really went for the throat, this time.

Ok first, this thing should come with a warning: NSFB (Not Suitable For Bus).

Secondly, I know I say it every time, but it is true every time, this is my favourite chapter yet. It's not me it's you: it just keeps getting better. You just keep getting better. Everything that's not delightfully filthy (always in the best of taste) is heart-wrenching poetry. #Kelli's a genius

Thirdly, I’ve no doubt or haunting questions anymore about Ez’s motivations towards Birdie. He’s consumed by his desire for her, his need to have her. Why some people desire some people is a question that has always fascinated me but it is irrelevant in the present context. Ezra wants Birdie and that is that. Even if it might take him to his grave. And after that last scene back home in his room, I firmly believe they're both falling off that cliff, you know the one I'm talking about. Oh boy are they in trouble. I feel sorry for them, really.

I feel like this entire chapter is built around that, but then that cliff is my personal obsession. The excitement at the prospect (heehee) of being alone an entire weekend and the cheeky risky foreplay, teasing and edging each other right next to Cee and fucking in the room next to hers (like running towards the ridge of the cliff, picking up pace), the weekend itself, with its delicious filth filth filth (leaping into the air, soaring) and the Sunday afternoon, the walk in the park, the love-making (falling off, falling in (I will not say the word)).

I am not going to repeat myself and say that you depict the NY wintertime just as well as its summer and fall. Oh wait, did I just do it? Oh well.

I ate up Ezra and Cee backstory. The way you translated the movie to nowadays NY only to better weave it in this story, all the while keeping it absolutely intact, preserving the essence of it, of the characters and their dynamics, the events, the atmosphere, is nothing short of brilliant. #Kelli's a genius

There are the obvious:

“I was working nights with this crew that did excavation on job sites? […] “I was nice enough, polite when we saw each other, but I didn’t always do the most… honorable things. I was in with sort of a rough crowd at that point, some of the other members from the crew that I worked on […]  “And then one day, he was gone. Tried to steal from the wrong person.”

But I'm thinking about these parts particularly:

His shoulders slump slightly, though his tone stays resigned as someone who knows his truth. […] “She didn’t trust me. I think she still makes that face, sometimes.” 

I can’t comment yet on Birdie’s inner turmoil (and the scene that precedes) at the end because it floored me and I’m unwell, albeit not in a horny way, and I’m gonna need more time to process, but the simple fact that your words can do that to me on a hot and shiny Thursday morning is a credit to your talent. Oh btw, I woke up 30 minutes earlier so I could finish reading. Yeah, you did that to me too. #Kelli's a genius

Also, don’t think for one second that just because you got me all up in my feels, you are not getting the gif. Here:

“I was about to come down there and tell you to your face that I needed to fuck you, but I thought maybe a text might be better in this case.” […] “You should have texted me that, so I could keep it.” […] “So I could read it over and over,” your hips rock forward with each word, matching the grind of his own. “And make myself come.”

Your hands slide down the firm length of his back, slipping under the band of his black briefs

I happy 😊

He had you spread out in his bed early this morning, the door wide open as your moans spilled down the hallway for anyone to hear and he demanded you say his name louder

He set the plastic bag down on the table, a shriek sounding loud from you when he crawled onto the couch and pressed his icy skin against yours, and he kept you underneath him until your feverish warmth bled into him, dissipating his chill. 

This is magic.

“Yes, Ezra,” you sigh, threading your fingers through his hair as his tongue dips into you. “You did it just like this.”

“Yea.” Yup, still working. Random: the word “decadent” is one of my favourite. So thank you, I guess, for your service? 🤷🏻‍♀️

Dinner at La Bonne Soup, a tiny Parisian cafe with delicate bowls of soup, crusty bread and a rich eclair that you share. He swipes the cream from the corner of your mouth with his thumb, a wink at the shared memory of when he did that before

Ilysfm♥️

PS: I totally typed this whole thing in google doc before, fuck you tumblr, I am not the kind of girl you can fool twice.

In The Dark: 8

Ezra x f!reader

Rating: Explicit, a tiny angst, mentions of drug use

a/n: Thank you to @mourningbirds1 who gave me so much help with this chapter, who encouraged me to stay the course and who is a delight in every way possible. Thank you also to @krissology and @charnelhouse who let me vent, and to @jazzelsaur who helped in the best way by sharing not only her advice, but her writing with us, which inspired parts of this chapter. I love you all!

Series Masterlist –

“Oh my fucking God, I can’t believe it.”

You look up from your laptop. “What?”

“You know that writing retreat? The one that only so many people get invited to, at that professor’s cabin in the woods?” Her eyes devour the words on the screen of her phone and you wait, chin in your hand. “Well I got in.” She looks up at you, beaming. “I got an invite.”

You grin back, an automatic one, and do a little dance in your chair at her table. She’s been pretending for weeks not to care that much about this retreat (“It’s not a big deal, really”) while chewing a hole in her lip and pride fills your chest at seeing her unrestrained expression of excitement right now. Sometimes she’s Cee: the girl you first saw on the subway, the one with an aloof wall put up that mirrors so many other people in this city, who pretends not to care about anything with a learned, blank expression. But with you, she’s Cee: her face open and youthful, caring deeply about things that matter to her, and currently dancing in her kitchen, her socks sliding on the hard floor. 

“Ezra!” She yells for him, grabbing a can of water from the fridge, along with the lime juice and vodka. Kicking the door shut with her socked heel, she sets the ingredients in front of you and you laugh, closing your laptop. She grabs some glasses from the cupboard and he walks in, stopping with raised eyebrows when he sees the liquor. 

“What’s all this?”

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