#this prompt killed me. thanks. im dead now

[hirokiyuu]

besk/instance, besk actually getting instance to laugh really hard at something

Laughter changes the whole shape of Instance's face, and not in a flattering way. She smiles with too many teeth, her nose all scrunched up, the skin between her eyes wrinkling to make her look like a witch, and the sound itself isn't much better. And yet, even as that wheezing too-loud cackle clangs against each wall it hits, Besk can't help her own triumphant grin in return, alight with a strange and easy joy.

[arcielee]

A love that burns.

Summary: Aemond is a man obsessed and you are the object of his unwavering devotion. Paring: Aemond Targaryen x Female!Reader Word Count: 1037 Warnings: Canon book Aemond, manipulation?, sexual themes, oral (female receiving), p in v, absolute depravity and murder. Author’s Note: This is a reader insert, but with the third person perspective, it is a bit Alys-coded kind of? (I rewrote one of her lines in F&B) A big thank you to @bhxrdy and @itbmojojoejo helping me fix some mistakes and for helping me choose the title 💜🦝 This story is dedicated to the wonderful, the talented @aegonx who gave me prompt #371 by @creativepromptsforwriting. She also made my nifty banner for my blog, so I owe her everything. I am always happy to attempt any requests, I just cannot promise a timely fashion, as it is more whenever the muse strikes. Tags (Tumblr kindred spirits): @aaaaaamond @annikin-im-panicin @watercolorskyy @schniiipsel @sylas-the-grim @aemondx @fan-goddess @babygirlyofthevale @httpsdoll @theromanticegoist @assortedseaglass @amiraisgoingthruit @theoneeyedprince @babyblue711 @girlwith-thepearlearring @hb8301 @lovelykhaleesiii @darylandbethfanforever9

He was a dragon incarnate with the blood of Old Valyria knitted within the ichor that coursed through his veins. Aemond was proud, tall and lithe, his broad shoulders held back despite the burdened weight of his reputation that preceded him–Aemond the One-Eye, Aemond the Kinslayer, but those utterances only rolled like rain against the scales of Vhagar; he was unbothered, unharried, especially now his role within the kingdom elated with the title Prince Regent, and with it the Conqueror’s Crown to wear. 

The metal and rubies held a weight that now grounded him, reminding him of his purpose, and he went to reclaim Harrenhal with the intent of killing every Strong bastard. 

Here is where he had found her, an eerie calm amongst the chaos, silent despite the cries of mercy as each person was brought to the courtyard and slain. She had watched, unblinking, with an expression that was akin to when Aemond had watched his nuncle take the head of Vaemond Velaryon in the Throne Room a year prior; it had been a moment that kindled a bloodlust that thrummed beneath his skin, a vengeance that could not be forgotten. 

That night, when she was brought to his quarters, she greeted him like an old lover, a sweet kiss pressed to his lips, her soft murmur, “I have been waiting for you, my prince.” 

She came from a noble house without the wealth of Westeros, but revered still and old, old enough to carry the blood of the First Men and its mystical properties. She had followed her sister to Harrenhal when she was chosen to be the next wife for Ser Simon Strong.

Both were now dead and she did not seem to care. 

“Then why did you choose to accompany your sister?” Aemond had asked her after; it was that intimate exchange shared in their bared embrace, nestled on sex soaked linens with her plush thighs serving as a pillow.

Her fingers thread through his silver hair. “The Isle of Faces,” and she smiled, as if she were stating the obvious; she leaned forward to give a chaste kiss to his lips. “I came to listen to the whispers of the weirwoods.” 

Behind closed doors he was intoxicated by her proximity, with an unbridled lust that replaced the blood in his veins, as if she were the very embodiment of his siren call. They fell into one another, and he felt something that burned within him, something that perhaps was always there and only now  ignited by her soft touch, by her gentle pull that brought him flushed against her chest. 

Aemond would worship her through the night, drinking her very essence until the brim of her overstimulation, until he saw her lashes clumped together from her unshed tears, and only then would he shift his weight between her thighs, flushed and slick from her peaks. 

He would move to press his heady cock, heavy and wanting, against her silken folds, and despite their many nights together, she would still feel split open, aware of the ridges and the veins of his thick member as he sheathed within. Her soft gasps came in response to his thrusts that would begin again the crests of ravishment that warmed her blood; and he would not stop his pace until she was a mewling mess, until the lewd sounds of skin to skin mixed with her cries of release, until his name was a repeated reverent prayer that spilled from her lips. 

Aemond hummed her praises, his hot exhale against the curve of her neck. “The gods made you for me alone,” he would breathe against her lips and they would part in a silent cry, her skin pebbling with pleasure. “You were made to take my cock, and you do so well.” 

His words brought her to the precipice and when she felt his hot pulse within her velvet walls, her own clenched in response to chase another climax with boneless ambition, with a sobbed release as the air tore from her lungs but she was breathless to reclaim. Only then would they curl into each other’s arms, their skin aglow with the intimacy shared, with the soft murmurs and quiet exchanges of lovers in their post-coital haze.

“I will have your son,” she promised him. “I can already feel the flames warming my womb.” 

She was always at his side, devoted, everpresent, with a severe gaze that served as a balm for the Prince Regent in the most twisted way. They called her his Blood Queen as she seemed to encourage a sadism that pulsed beneath, speaking that the gods knew what had to be done and that he was the vessel of their actions, always encouraging him to listen to the beckon of the blood of Old Valyria. 

Aemond became a man obsessed and she fed into his depravity; she spoke with such conviction and he believed her every word, her every prophecy. When she would take a boat across the waters, he would remain on the shore pacing like an animal caged, while Vhagar roared overhead, the wind beneath her wings causing turbulent waves that crashed against the lakeside. 

She returned as her namesake with blood that covered her hands and her dress; she would whisper what she saw to him alone, of what was to come and what needed to be done. On one such day, she spoke of the betrayal in the Riverlands, of those who had chosen to ally with the Blacks and their false queen. 

Aemond called for Vhagar and they climbed aback; she was knitted against his backside with her cheek pressed between his shoulder blades, and she could feel his rumbled command, “Dracarys,” to rain fire below them, scorching the very earth. She hummed her contentment, the scent of sandalwood and smoke, a scent that intimately belonged to the Prince Regent. 

Her arms curled around his slim waist and he looked down to see her small hand pressed against his chest. Though the histories would recall all the ugly things they had done, in this moment, as his palm reached to cover hers, all he thought was how their entwined fingers were so beautiful together. 

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[actualbird]

who in the nxx yells “THERE’S A BUG” and who removes the bug, and how?

HELP HAHAHAKHVFAHSF THIS IS A LOVELY PROMPT, THANK U FOR THIS!!!

those who yell "THERES A BUG": marius and mc

now im not saying both of them are particularly squeamish, no no, they can definitely keep it cool when the situation Calls For It. that being said, seeing a bug in the nxx meeting room on a slow day isnt exactly the most high stakes of situations, so the most High Stakes Element remains to be whatever bug they see

mc just doesnt like bugs, theyre creepy theyre crawly and she doesnt trust anything that can dart out of her line of vision in the blink of an eye

marius also doesnt like bugs and because of his upbringing, he did not get to see very many of them growing up. which means every time he Did see a Bug Intruder, it's like a Category 5 Drama Moment

the moment they see the bug, theyre announcing it LOUDLY to everybody else in the room while also getting up to stand on some chairs

those who dont yell "THERES A BUG" but does look at the bug and track its every movement while sitting still like a statue hoping the bug doesnt notice him, as if bugs operate on some kind of t-rex knowledge: artem

let's rewind a bit. before marius and mc saw the bug, artem saw it first. and he just

didnt say anything about it

artem.....Also Does Not Like Bugs. but he also also doesnt like being loud about things he doesnt like so he just Sits There, so still you'd think he fucking died, and he hopes the bug mistakes him for some kind of inanimate man-shaped furniture and avoids him due to sheer disinterest

it doesnt avoid him.

it probably crawls or flies very close to him a few times the only thing that stops him from screaming "THERES A BUG" is his self-control thats as hard as cast-iron skillet

it's fine though because marius and mc spot it and sound the alarm

(thank god)

those who remove the bug: luke and vyn

luke and vyn are the ones who will both 1) be completely unbothered by the bug and 2) have to bring it out

the reason for luke is obvious, he's had wilderness survival training and probably had to eat bugs like in an episode of Man VS Wild to survive on an uninhabited island, so hes REALLY past any squeamishness with bugs. in fact, if mc said the word, luke would grab the bug and crush it with his bare hands

and vyn is a gardener!!! bugs are APLENTY in the garden, so he sees them not as malevolent but as important creatures in a healthy ecosystem. the bug probably got in from vyn's garden, actually, since nxx hq is on his property

and thus

The Timeline Of Events When a Bug Appears In The NXX HQ Meeting Room

bug: //crawls in

artem: //sees it, soul leaves his body for a bit and he petrifies himself as a defense mechanism

mc: why did artem go so still

marius: i dont know, maybe hes rebooting?

mc: dont be mean!

marius: im not being mea---FUCK

mc: what?

marius: THERES A BUG

mc: theres a wha---THERES A BUG

marius and mc: //immediately moving to stand on the couch

artem: //still Not Moving, hoping that mc and marius' sudden movements attract it

bug: //flexes wings open and closed

mc: NNNNO NO NO NO

marius: STOP DOING THAT MOTHERFUCKER

mc: NONONNONONONNNONONNOONONOONOO

marius: AAAAAAAAAA

vyn and luke, coming back in from where they were in the file room: ???

mc: THERES A BUG THERES A BUG

luke: oh. do you want me to kill it?

mc: NO!!

marius: YES!!!!!!

artem: i havent moved in 20 minutes

mc: JUST BRING IT OUT

luke: dead or alive?

mc: ALIVE

marius: DEAD

vyn, while they were all conversing: //gently coaxes the bug onto his palm and lets it out through the window

vyn's rationale here was that luke was doing a great job at handling (i.e. distracting) the People, so he went ahead and took care of the Bug. the bug will not be returning to the nxx meeting room because it was quite cold with no soil and also VERY loud

[missmonsters2]

hey Van!! Im kind of going through it right now. My parents are divorcing, which is hilarious given that I’m twenty years old and still have major problems and issues with them. I mention this because I’m here for the drabbles and could really use some fictional disappearing for a bit. I would appreciate it if you could do Tara as fluffy and comforting as you can please. With prompts 🧠🫂🤝💕. Thanks for this Van!! I really appreciate it.

Pairing: Tara Carpenter x Fem!Reader/OFC

Warnings: them kisses are very urgent and emotionally charged 👀

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"Hey, hey—" Tara places her hand on your shoulder and softly squeezes. "Baby—"

You jerk awake, sitting up frantically and nearly knocking your head into her nose. Your chest rises and falls in harsh breaths, and tears rapidly well up in your eyes.

A choked sob has Tara pulling you into a tight hug, almost crushing, but you hug her just as tight back. 

"Shh...shh...it's okay..." she coos at you, but her heart is pulsating rapidly too. "It was just a bad dream, that's all."

But it wasn't.

It wasn't just a bad dream. 

What you were dreaming—it was real. You suppose it'd be more accurate to call it a memory. 

"I can't stop thinking about that moment—they got Sam and then you—I couldn't save you—" You choke, and she hushes you some more before gathering some pillows at the headboard. She scoots until she leans back against the pillow, pulling you on top of her.

"They didn't—" Tara says fiercely. "They didn't get us because you were so brave." Tara rubs your back soothingly, pulling the blanket up to cover you. 

Your body wracks with sobs as you cling to her. 

"But your hand—"

"Is fine," Tara tells you sharply. "It'll...just take some extra time to get back to how it was."

Tara can feel your tears staining her shirt.

"It's better than being dead," she combs her fingers through your hair before she cups your cheek. Her fingers are warm and soft, the tips of them brushing against your ear. 

Eventually, your sobs subside, and your grip on her relaxes, but you don't let her go. You can't ever let her go. 

"I'm scared," you mutter into her chest. "Everytime I close my eyes, I'm scared about my dreams, or that someone's breaking in—it's not over."

"It is," Tara cuts in. "We killed them, and they're not coming back. Even if it's not over," Tara hesitates for a moment before she admits, "I'd do anything to keep you safe. There are no lines I wouldn't cross to make sure I don't lose you. I need you with me."

The words lull you into a calm. It's strange how Tara manages to do that. Just earlier this year, she wanted to forget any of this craziness existed, and she wanted to move on with you and just enjoy her college life blissfully. 

And when that beautiful dream was shattered, you think something in Tara did too. The moment Tara thought she was going to lose you, Tara let those shattered pieces remake her.

"I love you," you mumble, the words garbled as you press a kiss to her collarbone. 

Tara shifts, lifting her hips and rolling you over onto your back. Her body pressed against you feels so comforting. The weight of Tara Carpenter is probably the only thing that keeps you anchored to this world. 

Tara's hand caresses the inside of your arm as it strokes its way across until her fingers thread through yours tightly against the mattress. Goosebumps form from her touch; the feeling is an icy hot as Tara presses kisses against your jaw.

"I love you," she presses the words onto your skin. "I'll keep you safe."

Tara's other hand slides across your back until her hand grips your shoulder, keeping you locked against her. Her palm against yours, skin against yours, and lips against yours feel grounding. 

"It was just a bad dream, baby," her lips brushes against yours before kissing you, her tongue stroking your bottom lip. 

You can't hear anything except the blood pounding in your ears and Tara's breaths. You can't feel anything except Tara's fingers, lips, and tongue. And when you close your eyes, you don't see Ghostface anymore. It's just nothing, allowing you to focus on your girlfriend. 

When Tara's tongue grazes the tip of yours, you tremble. 

"I'll make it go away."

[keirawantstocry]

Hi im Back, 💋anon ,once again to inhabit your inbox Forever. I would like to say Yes Thank You Your So so so so good at writing. AHHHHH. I fully believe tubbo needs to be covered in blood on at least a bi-weekly basis. Once again, All The Kisses, we can also throw in a lil stabbin as a treat since you seemed to enjoy the killing (im tired tho so not Too Much)

Soooooooo, as the prompt, tubbo just sleeps, Everywhere, since dying. Hes just tired All The Time. the choco/horse pit, the wither skelly farm, spawn, On Top of Fit (and or others) but just like, On His Shoulders. Fit is Unbothered and keeps going like nothings changed.

Hope you have a good day! (glad you enjoyed the "kill me" part :> , and also that you Do Not Care how long these get, thats gen comfortin, I have Issues <3)

Hehehe kisses and stabbing? You spoil me hehe. and thank you so much <3 (i get it darling dw i dont mind how long or short these are <3)

They weren’t quite sure what to expect at first after Tubbo’s revival. Fit wasn't surprised about the aggression. Not in the slightest. After his very first experience with the respawning mechanics he woke up quite angry as well. But after the anger came… exhaustion. 

Fit found him multiple times at spawn, at farms, dead asleep. He shook him awake every time. 

“You can't be here. Just dangerous for you to be sleeping everywhere.” 

Tubbo squinted at him, eyes half opened. “I'm tireddd,” he whined, slumping back over. 

Fit sighed, before wrapping his arms around the boy's body and lifting him up. Tubbo dropped his head against Fit's chest and relaxed into him. “Mmm,” he hummed. “This feels better than the floor.” 

“No shit,” Fit snorted. “Sleep okay?” Without another word, Tubbo's eyes slipped shut. Within a few minutes, even with the shuffling of Fit's movements, Tubbo was snoring softly. 

It became routine to see them together. Fit working away at whatever he had to do, while Tubbo lay slumped over on his shoulder sleeping peacefully. Pac loved it. He would smile so gently at the both of them while prattling on about ideas he had for the house. 

“Fitch, it's smart! We can build him a room with us, yeah? That would solve the problem of him just sleeping wherever he pleases. You can still carry him around but if you're ever tired then you can just sleep in the bed with him.” 

Fit paused. “That is pretty smart.” 

Pac grinned. “I know, I know.” He sprung up. “Let's build it now! A surprise for him when he wakes up.” 

They finished it long before he worked up. Man, could that dude sleep. 

When he finally awoke it was tight arms in a bed he didn't recognize. Blinking a few times he looked around the room. There above the bed was Pac, who smiled at him. “Hey sleepy head.” 

“Hey,” Tubbo said softly, voice hoarse. He shifted his head to look at who was holding him and wasn't surprised to see Fit, dead asleep. “Where am I?” 

“Our house,” Pac explained, sitting down on the bed next to him. “We build you a room that we can take you to when you're close to falling asleep places.” 

Tubbo blinked slowly at him as his exhaustion began to creep into his mind once again. “Okay,” he muttered before holding out his arms. “C'mere. Cold.” 

Pac laughed before obliging and curling up next to him, letting Tubbo wrap around him like a monkey. Pac fell asleep soon after joining Fit in slumber while Tubbo just relaxed in between them. For once he felt safe and warm. Warm in a way that transcended the cloudy warmth of dreams. He didn't sleep but by the time they did he felt truly rested for the first time since his revival.

[thebeast-dennis-etcetera]

Tipsy and Turned-On Part 2

Gibbs x Reader Oneshot

Prompt: Gibbs invites you to dinner at his place..

Notes: @love-affair-with-fandoms and Anon, Your comments and likes have encouraged me to make a part 2. Thank you! ☺️ -Soft smut, fluffiness.-

Part 1

“Yeah. Alright. On our way.”

You heard Gibbs’ voice speaking but you were currently in the limbo of sleep and consciousness.

“Hey.” A hand gently shook your shoulder, pulling you completely out of sleep and into the state of a massive hangover. Your throat felt like you had sand for dinner and the slight leftover taste of tequila reminded you that you forgot to brush your teeth before bed.

“We’ve got a dead naval sailor aboard a carrier. Plane leaves in 2 hours.”

“Oh, the words I love hearing fresh out of sleep,” you grumbled, peeking your eyes open to see him smile and get up from the bed, completely dressed already.

“I’ll go get us some coffee. I’ve left you some aspirin on your bedside and some water. Your room number is 197 by the way.”

You groaned a thanks as he closed the door behind him and turned to lay on your back, staring at the ceiling and going over the events of last night. Did you really go to his hotel room at 2 in the morning? And did you two actually kiss?!

As you laid there slowly convincing yourself it was all a dream, you suddenly remembered him asking you to dinner at his place tonight and smiled like an idiot. You weren’t gonna miss that date, even if this hangover was trying to kill you.

You took the aspirin and slowly got up from the warm bed, seeing your dress hanging over the desk chair, your heels placed nicely next to them. You definitely weren’t going to change back into that just so that you could go back into your hotel room right down the hall.

So picking the items up, you opened the door and looked down both sides of the corridor, seeing no one. If you ran into McGee or DiNozzo, you’d never hear the end of it.

Taking a chance, you stepped out and quickly made your way down to your designated room. When you went to open the door, the little sensor pad turned red and that’s when you realized you never took your key card with you.

“Kill me now,” you whispered to yourself.

You tried the handle again as if the sensor would just magically let you in on the second attempt and frowned when it buzzed red again. You leaned against the door and sighed, not expecting it to open and making you stumble at the feet of Elenor Bishop.

“Quick, get in,” she said, practically dragging you in and shutting the door behind you.

“What the hell Ellie! Give me a chance before you shut the door on my toes!” you hissed, getting up from the floor and throwing your dress aside. The hangover was definitely making you cranky.

“I was saving you from Tony or Tim seeing you…like that,” she defended, gesturing at your appearance. Looking down at Gibbs’ pajamas you understood.

“Thanks.”

“So, what happened?” She asked excitedly as you made your way to the shower and turned it on as hot as it would go.

“Nothing. I just fell asleep in his bed.”

“What do you mean nothing? He just let you sleep in his bed for the night?”

You weren’t sure you really wanted anyone to know what happened. And the fact that you planned on seeing him again later on that night. It’s too soon and you have to play it all safe.

“I didn’t remember my room number so he let me stay. He..slept on the couch.”

Your fib seemed to work as her face fell in disappointment.

“Huh. I really thought you two would hit it off. I mean the tension between the two of you is-

“Alright! Im gonna shower and try not to throw up. When I come out, you gotta be gone.”

She threw her hands up and turned to leave, making a point to set your keycard down by the tv. Once the door closed, you locked it and sighed, knowing the day was gonna be a long one.

>>>>

“So how well did you know the Ensign?” Gibbs asked our dead sailors XO. You just took a sip of coffee and tried your best to look like you weren’t fighting the urge to throw yourself overboard.

“Not very well. She kept to herself, did her job well and I’ve never had any complaints.”

“But you did. Except it wasn’t in favor of Ensign Mathers. It was against her. They came to you complaining that Ensign Mathers had gotten into a physical altercation and you did nothing about it, why is that?”

The XO looked visibly nervous and then it hit you.

“You and the Ensign were together weren’t you?” you asked, interrupting Gibbs, avoiding his look and continuing interrogating.

“You two had been seeing each other in secret. Petty Officer Suarez came to you expecting you to reprimand Ensign Mathers except you didn’t. You defended her and made sure the Lieutenant didn’t find out. Am I getting close here?”

“Alright! Look. It wasn’t suppose to happen. But somehow it did, details don’t matter but it has nothing to do with her death.”

You look at Gibbs with a little smile at the confession and he gave you a small smirk back.

>>>>

You pushed the front door open and stepped in, still disbelieving at the fact that Gibbs just leaves his front door unlocked. The house looked cozy, but also like a bachelor definitely lived there.

“Down here!” Gibbs voice rang through from the basement. You took a steady breath and descended the steps, seeing him working on a literal boat.

“Wow. They weren’t kidding when they said you have a boat in here.”

“Nope.”

He was dressed in a grey shirt with one of many different military insignias on the front you’re sure he served apart in and some dark jeans. Even dressed down he looked good.

“Hope you like steak,” he said, putting down the hammer and wiping his hands.

“Love it actually.”

The two of you went back upstairs where he prepared some steak, a baked potato and cob of corn, all by fireplace. It was definitely different but such a Gibbs thing to do. You got about halfway through and he cleaned up the plates before sitting on the couch beside you with a beer in his hand. The anxiety bubbling in your chest was getting worse the longer the night went on. At least the last time you kissed him, you had the help of alcohol.

“Can I try?” You asked him referring to his beer.

Just like you in the hotel room, he took a slow drink from it, eyes never leaving yours and then handed it over to you, turning you on instantly.

You could feel his blue eyes on you as it was your turn for a long swig before handing it back to him.

The two of you just stared at each other until he leaned forward, putting the empty bottle on the coffee table and then reaching over for your waist, eyes focused on your lips. Responding instantly, you met him halfway, hands reaching for his face as your lips connected in a breath stopping kiss. Everything about his movements were smooth, from nipping your bottom lip to ask for entrance, to the way he easily pulled you onto his lap and held you tight as your tongues fought for dominance.

Of course he won as your hips bucked in response, eliciting a low groan from him. You did it again, but this time he grinded himself into you, allowing you to feel every inch of just how ready he was. Your head was spinning with adrenaline and all anxiety had flew out the window as his lips found your neck and his rough hands found their way under your shirt to run up your back.

He kept the pace painstakingly slow, taking his time to move his hands over your breasts, fingers grazing over your sensitive nipples and grabbing a handful while thrusting his pelvis against your soaked clothed core, accomplishing a moan from you. Needing more of his touch, you grabbed the hem of your shirt and pulled it over your head, throwing it behind you and quickly unclasping your bra, giving him full access now. His eyes were dark with desire and he wasted no time moving you so that you laid on the couch with him looking down at you. As he rid himself of his shirt, you got busy on unbuttoning your pants, letting him pull them off along with your panties.

Craving the taste of him, you pulled him in for another kiss, too occupied to notice that he had undone his own pants and boxers until you felt his length rub up and down your dripping core.

In response, you lined yourself up and used your legs to pull him in, gasping at the delicious intertwinement. He filled you so perfectly and you knew he felt the same way by the hard breaths he gave against your neck.

“I’m gonna take my time with you..” he breathed, slowly pulling out and pushing back in, starting a pace that had you falling apart at the seams.

You were a writhing mess as you desperately tried getting him to go faster without saying anything, wanting the climax that was just out of reach. You knew he was doing it on purpose once he picked his head up and you saw that small smirk on his face.

“Jethro..please..”

He hummed in satisfaction and gave a gentle nip at your neck. “First name? You want it that bad?”

You just nodded, practically panting.

“Only because you asked so nicely.” You almost cried out in pleasure at the change in pace as he pumped faster. Eyes closed and back arched, your hands gripped his taut forearms that supported himself on either side of you and let your whimpers be heard.

“Atta Girl. Let me hear you,” he panted, letting you know he was close himself. A few more thrusts from him gave you that earth shattering orgasm, making you clench tighter around him, drawing multiple groans out of his mouth.

When you felt him falter, you pulled him back down. “I want you to finish in me,” you whispered in his ear, making his breath hitch. He didn’t last long after that, gripping the couch cushion and burying his face in your neck with heavy breaths before spilling himself deep in you. His movements stilled and you both laid there, chests heaving into one another.

He picked his head up, still supporting most of his weight atop of you and gave you a lopsided grin. You smiled back, taking in his sweaty appearance and brushed the hair out of his face.

You knew he wasnt good with words and neither were you to be honest so the smile was all you two needed.

After a few minutes of catching your breaths, he got up and pulled his boxers and jeans back up that hadn’t even made it past his knees and offered you a hand. Leading you to the bathroom, he turned the shower on and left you to do your thing, only coming back to put a pair of sweats and shirt on the toilet.

Once the two of you were cleaned up and dressed, you sat back down on the couch, now with a movie playing, the fire stoked and a massive blanket covering the two of you. Nuzzling in closer to him, you rested your head on his chest and let out a deep content sigh as he kissed the top of your forehead.

[goldenrods935]

ORIGINS FANFIC!! (slowburn RiDe)

(Chpt. 1)

Hello everyone! I just wanted to try something new so I chose fanfiction ^^ how fun. I am not writer but I do promise that I tried to have it make sense, at least the best I could. The prompt is a slow burn RiDe fic which does mean I am going to add alot more to this but given it is my first time writing something like this and posting it I just wanted some insight and perhaps advice and people's input :) I am definitely open to any criticism and anything people may offer. This does all take place in origins, and im sorry if this isn't 100 percent accurate, I did get into zombies like 2 months ago so I am not sure if I had time to let ot marinate enough but I guess I just wanted to try it out! Ride is my fav ship if you couldn't tell and I was hoping to be able to share this with you ^^. Once again I do plan on updating but when is something I haven't decided yet. Since this is only the first chapter I have inputted nothing about the ship just yet but of course with it being a slow burn I will slowly add elements I promise :).

I would also like to add, i removed the point system because I wasn't sure how to implement it, and i want to illiterate this may not be 100 percent accurate to the story. I will try my best but if I do wrong please tell me. From what I can gather this is all I have for now. Anyways, please enjoy and thank you!!!!

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The sound of what can only be assumed to be machinery blaired throughout the area, its alarms being loud, and its footsteps being heavy. How many were there? More than one, even more than two, three, it seems. 6 individual steps taken across the hills of dirt and building tops that belong to this place.

North France, 1914, the battle of the Great War, World War I. A period of conflict and devastation reaching its climax, especially in Europe. Not just with battle, but with strange like creatures that can only be described as the term, "decaying". Pale green discoloration and sunken in faces, glazed eyes, no thoughts to process, no words that can even be formulated. Just brain-dead animals with no purpose but to kill. The reason for the reanimates sparks something else entirely. The work is due to the creation of group 935...

935 was an organization of scientists. No one can really determine their true goals, but what can be said is that the power they hold in their place of origins, Germany. After discovering an unknown contaminate, they decided upon themselves to continue researching what this blue substance can be, only to discover that this substance holds more power than any element that can be found documented and they called it element 115...

Dr. Ludwig Maxis, a man of great knowledge who holds strength in Germany's foundation, known for being one of the founders of this specific assembly of scientists, was the individual behind alot of powerful creations that had only manifested into something sinister. Aside from Maxis, his partner of occupation, Dr. Edward Richtofen, a person of both brains and an undesirable charm, used the liquid divinium for his own twisted pleasures, which awoken a force that was much too strong to manage, hoards and hoards of the undead.

The need to capture this man was strong. he was dangerous but also talented in his own field, it being a practice of medicine and anatomical procedures. The name Edward Richtofen was feared by most. He wishes to keep it that way. He holds no remorse, no sympathy, and not a feeling of empathy can be found in his body. Down to the very last atom, he was filled with disparity, insanity, immorality, and psychopathic tendencies. This attention was grabbed by those who lay outside of this continent, gathering 3 soldiers from different parts of the world, Russia, Japan, and America.

The name of these allies were infamous from wence they came. The motherland sending their Red Army soldier, a man of strength, Nikolai Belinski. Japan sending their best Samurai warrior, one who holds true honor, part of the Japanese imperial Army, Takeo Masaki. Lastly, the American dream, a Yankee from North America, a USMC spy, "Tank" Thomas Dempsey. The 3 were sent on a mission to infiltrate and investigate further on the crimes and studies of Group 935, all having the same intentions to report back to the allied countries.

By coincidence, the three men happen to find themselves in the same exact situation, facing jeopardy and coming across hazardous trails just to infiltrate this single scientist. Having to dodge huge robotic walk cycles while running in very steep and wet dirt roads is not a simple task, especially when faced with countless numbers of the Living Dead. The soldiers took this advantage to put their skills to the test, only being one person after all, unaware of each other's existence thus far, they were on their own for the time being...that is until they reached the end of their open path, coming to a dead end which was some sort of broken down building.

Confusion was the only thing felt between the individuals within the premises. The three allies have the same idea to run into the damaged facility, trying to get at least somewhat of a break. Their energy went most towards dealing with their situation. They hadn't realized the other persons presence. Additionally, the atmosphere didn't help either. The mist and debris that filled the air because of their surroundings decreased their line of sight, though only for a moment. Once the air cleared up, and they finally had time to catch their breath, they all looked at each other almost in sync. All were startled, which caused them to quickly reach for their weapon in hand and point it towards one another. Dempsey held his revolver up and aimed it towards both men that stood relative close to him, "tch." He smacked his teeth, keeping his focus. Takeo held a pistol in hand, pulling back the hammer of the gun, ready to fire if necessary, holding his breath in the process to help his focus. Nikolai's grip on his own weapon was tight, trying to aim his shot gun both at once, grumbling under his breath. Being focused on one another, they didn't realize who stood before them towards the back center of the room. It was Dr. Edward richtofen himself, who at the moment was dealing with his own situation.

His hands were covered in blood as he stood upon a metalic table. His victim, who was now deceased, laying their cold was Maxis. He had removed the brain that once belonged to the lifeless individual, displaying his scalp and what seems to have been the top portion of his cranium that had been removed, exposing the inside of whats now a hollow skull. It seemed that at the moment, his head was in a daze. A daze that was recovered facing recollections...recollections of what? What was in this Doctors mind? He looked at his hands with confusion and then fixed his vision to see the men that stood in front of him, which by that time they all had their guns pointed right at him.

This caused a slight suprise to Edward. His eyes widened a bit in shock. Though truthfully, he was facing a bit of deja vu. He's seen this before. He knows how this plays out. before he can mutter a word, Thomas was the first to speak, "Alright, Doctor, time to give your shit up, you're coming with me." He glared, leaving no room for any sort of retraction. This caused Nikolai to furrow his brows and speak next, "We know of the the things you've done German. If you don't move now, we shoot." His accent was thick, though by the looks of it, Richtofen understood him quite well. Takeo was the last to break his silence, reading the situation and feeling himself tense up less, knowing the other two men were only there for the same purpose. He spoke, "You need to give up. Your evil behavior and acts of violence are at its end." There was not a thing said after Masaki's words left his lips, though it seemed the silence that was held onto the air around them was louder than anything that could have been said. After a moment that seemed to have gone on for far too long, the German scientist finally spoke, "well gentlemen, it seems you have...finally caught up to me, though Ich promise I-", he was trying to look for the right words to say. Something wasn't exactly right. There was a reason for his extraction that layed before him, it wasnt just for malicious purposes, but of course, that's hard to really say given the reputation this man has. "Well, doc, scapel cut your tongue?" Tank spoke with a hint of sarcasm and absolute disgust, awaiting this "reasoning" for his behavior. "Ich..." he sighs, "it isn't what you think, This was a necessity for me, and I understand that currently, we are in a very dire situation. Ich am not who you think I am." He tried to get his words out as much as he could, his mother tongue being extremely heavy. "This is not up for discussion. You have committed acts of treason. You are a bad man, Edward Richtofen", The Japanese soldier said with a bit of haste. Anticipation growing heavier by the minute.

Edward sighed and stepped away from his array of medical utensils. He put his hands up as in defeat and placed himself even closer to the three others despite him having no way of defense. "Ich promise you all, this isn't what you think is is. I am not here to cause more trouble than I have. I can not explain at the moment. This is extremely time sensitive." His eyes look back at theirs almost with plead, like he was innocent, though of course they took this as deception and a form of manipulation. "Bullshit Richtofen! We will shoot!" Belinski was getting extremely impatient. This caused the doctors head to shake slightly, "Please trust me, Ich am not here to cause anymore harm than I have. If you'd allow me to explain mein situation you'd understand that this was all necessary..." The three had daggering glares. They didn't say anything, allowing the German to continue. Richtofen sighs and mutters a few words under his breath, feeling a bit of pressure. He knows what he wants to say but can't exactly say it. Truthfully, he isn't sure how he should tell them, tell them the reality, the reality that this is only the beginning to a very painful outcome. He began to speak, saying what he possibly could that is, "Ich am not here to cause more disaster but the contrerary. Are you all aware of what 'Agartha' is?" When he said this, he looked at Tank in particular, which caused a bit of confusion, that being implied on his expression. "Agartha?" The marine spoke, lowering his weapon a bit, seeing that there's no active form of threat. "The hell is that?..." His action caused the rest to lower their guns as well, not wanting to cause more hostility than they must.

At this point, the men faced confliction. Dempsey was curious, though he had a job to do. Takeo hadn't any idea what Edward was referring to, awaiting the explanation that was yet to be provided. Nikolai crossed his arms, placing a puzzled expression on his face, "What is this, uh, place you speak of, eh?" Richtofen slowly lowered his hands, feeling confident enough to do so with the signs of possoble gun fire gone. He fixed his sleeves and cleared his throat which followed with what he was gonna say next, "well, you see, to put it simply, there is a lost little girl by the name of samantha Maxis. It's a very, very complicated scenario, but I needed the brain of my counterpart as it plays an important role in freeing her. While ich do not care too much for her, it also..." He stops to a moment, wondering if he should continue, perhaps a white lie? Maybe he can stretch the truth? He continues after a short pause, "it opens the gateway to a dimension referred to as Agartha. Agartha is very hard to describe aber it is important i do so. It would open up a pathway to many things, different universes, a plethora of timelines. Mein hope is to be able to be able to undo all that has been set into motion and explore more in the realm of science. Ich just desires a better outcome than how society greets us." Though to him, it sounded like a reasonable enough explanation,to the rest, he sounded insane. Perhaps the term Looney would make a much better description rather than just crazy.

Dempsey furrows his brows as he glares at the German. He has no intention of trusting this man or his words anytime soon. He was sure the other two felt the same given the fact that at a quick glance, the other two held their weapons with a stronger grip than they had a moment ago. Richtofen sensed that their patience was running thin. Before he could say anything else, a sound of a low groan was heard from a distance, one that seems to be getting closer by the minute. They knew those noises all too well. "Shit... Those meatsacks are hoarding up again." Dempsey said as he turned the direction of where the sounds were from and placed a few shots into the few zombies he saw were approaching. They dropped dead, though he noticed more behind the bodies that layed before him. Takeo and Nikolai stood their own ground as well, getting their own weapons to a proper position to aim and fire. Richtofen quickly took a towel that was laying to the side of the table he stood upon, wiping off whatever blood stains still lingered on his hands. Though, of course, unable to get all of it, he just threw the dirty rag on the ground and quickly pulled out the bowie knife from his side. "These creatures have not stopped forming around the vicinity. We need to get out of here!" His slight panic reached the others as they were occupied with their own, shooting a couple of rounds before having to reload. "Y-yeah? And where's that, huh Doctor?"

Before Edward can give the marine a clear answer, he is met with 4 creatures on his right, ready to lunge towards him. He quickly took his weapon and attempted to cut them down. Unsurprising, it wasn't causing much damage. Noticing the struggles the doctor was facing, Tank shot them down as soon as he got done with his own situation. "Now, can ya tell us?" Dempsey said in a huffed voice, becoming restless, noticing the numbers of zombies only growing. Richtofen nodded, "Ja, Ich needs you all to trust me. Can you do that?" His words gave the group a very uncertain feeling, the three of them all making the same expression of doubt. "If you don't want to die becoming their next meal, I suggest you follow me. Ich am aware of my reputoir, but you really have no option. We need to go now!" His growth and feeling in worry snaps the crew back to reality, realizing that Richtofen had a point. "We await your orders," Masaki said in a low voice, Nikolai agreeing with his Japanese counterpart. "Ya better not pull anything stupid, I'll blow your brains out!" The American said with aggravation, letting the Doctor take the lead despite his unwillingness to cooperate.

"Right. Come with mich." Edward walked out from behind the table that was placed in front of him, picking up a particular item, carefully wrapping it in cloth that layed near by. He looked around before walking up to one of the two metal doors. "This one." He mumbles, proceeding to kick it, causing it to open. A small look of relief appeared across his face as he walked out of the room. He began following the trail in front of him, picking up speed as he got further down. The path was all mud which made it a bit difficult to move through. He shouted to the others he assumed were following behind, "Be aware of the mud gentlemen! Not only is it incredibly slippery, but it decreases your speed therefore reducing stamina and im sure you know why that is not a good thing!" He himself was having trouble running through, feeling the soles of his shoes to become stuck with every step he took, only pulling him back as he attempted to pick up his own pace. The other three found themselves in the same situation as they were sprinting through the dirt. "Shit, couldn't have picked a better way to go could ya doc?" Tank threw to the other, not earning a response back. Richtofen heard him, he just didn't want to waste his breath.

After running for what seemed like 10 minutes, The scientist found himself in front of another metal door, kicking it open just like the other. The next room he was met with looked at bit similar to the other, though the area was more spacious. Entering, all four men were cautious, being mindful of any sudden movement. Letting their guard down at any moment will result in fatality. Edward walked upon a table that was covered in blueprints and writing. On the surface, there was an array of radios, systems, and an additional amount of items one may use for in depth research. Something else that caught his eye was an empty container. With this finding he quickly and carefully placed what he had obtained from his earlier extraction. Still being wrapped under a thin cloth, Edward placed maxis' brain inside of the opened holder and sealed it shut. "Es ist perfect..yes. this is good." He mumbled to himself and grabbed the item as soon as he wiped himself off. Tank noticed the others actions and raised a brow, "the hell is that for? You know somethin, your starting to really creep me the fuck out Richtofen." His words followed a face of disgust before walking up the bit of steps that led to an elevated floor.

Edward paid no attention to the marine as he was stuck in his own head. He continued to look around, his memory slowly coming back to him. "Ja..I've been here before.." he muttered before following Dempsey in his steps, though keeping a distance. Takeo found himself lurking amongst the different sets of radios wondering if they held any clues to help them in their current situation. He kept their locations in mind, not wanting to touch what he shouldnt incase it causes more harm than good. He stayed close to his Russian allie, noticing the other studying a shovel placed upon a nearby wall. "Maybe it holds purpose da?" He said to Masaki, unhooking it from the nail that kept it in place and gave it to him. "Perhaps this shovel will find it's use during our escapade.." Takeo said in response and placed it on his side. The two looked at eachother with understanding and followed after the American and the German.

The rest of the room was filled with gritted flooring rather than the familiar woodboards they found themselves on. The floor was connected to a machine that covered most of the area. The machinery looked like a power source, a generator. The floor had two symbols of the same, being labled "01" which could imply the possibility of being more than one around the vicinity. Once Edward noticed the rest were at attention, he spoke, "I have to turn on the generator, though Ich believe that this will cause a bit of commotion.." How he knew what happens next stems from more hidden memories he has yet to really discover. From what he can recall, the power surge causes the undead to spawn and cause disturbance. After a quick thought process, he turned on the machine, which confirmed his suspicions. He yelled out a warning, which brought the others at their feet. Tank thought it was odd that Edward knew what was bound happen, noting to question him later. For now, focusing on what's in front of him, He began shooting the zombies down with the other two doing the same. After what seems like forever, the generator was finally stabilized and had successfully powered on, which by their luck had stopped any more of the undead from spawning in. The four took a minute to catch their breath, gaining a response from the marine, "the hell..was those things. What the fuck just happened?!" After questioning their situation, Richtofen gave him a response he thought made the most sense. "The generator must be kept on in order to access whats around us. Each one is powered by element 115, and by mein guess there will be more approaching us in our path. The element is notable for its effect on the dead, hence why we found ourselves surrounded." Before Tank could respond Nikolai spoke up, "I don't know what plans you have for us German but we all have a mission to con-" "and how do you expect to continue if you don't know a way out? There are several things we must do hence why Ich must carry the brain of mein late scientist friend. From what I have read prior around the facility, we must obtain und put together a plethora of objects...und in order to do that I advise you listen to mich. I cannot tell you much of how I know this but Ich will say this, unfortunately there has been a change of plans within your party und whether dou like it or not I will have to assist you three for a while. Our mission thus far is to free samantha Maxis and open the gateway to Agartha." Dempsey sighed in frustration and gave in his own input, "Alright so we gotta not only follow the damn mad scientist but we have to trust and work together with ya? You must be more mad than I thought, I don't have any plans to work with y-" "und what choice do you have. As I mentioned to Nikolai, I don't think you have much of an option Dempsey." This caused both Belinski and Tank to back down, not just out of defeat but out of shock. Both we confused on how Edward knew who they were. Perhaps their identities were known even outside of their place of origins? They do have a strong reputation but not one too known to the common public. Nikolai played it off and went with the explanation that made the most sense which was explained prior. As for The marine. He wasn't gonna just downplay it. There was too many unanswered questions and he was gonna get an explanation from the German. Though for now to avoid conflict he left it alone.

The doctor took a minute to recover from all that had just happened, speaking up once he was ready. "Ich know this will be hard for you to all understand und I know that it's not easy to trust someone like mich, but I would like to remind you, I am not who you think I am..." He let those words linger for a while, piecing together what should be done next in his mind. They were in the middle of a battleground surrounded by countless numbers of the undead, trapped in a hell that can only be fled through one way, which at the moment was deemed impossible. For now, all they can do is move forward, and whether they want to accept it or not, Edward Richtofen was their only way out of this situation.

[steviestits]

yes totally down for warlock Eddie making his partner more compatible with him. So prompt 2: Eddie and Steve grew up in maybe a kind of cult, and as children were best friends who were promised to each other by the leader, and said to be the next leaders themselves, till people came in and destroyed the cult and took Steve away, im kind of seeing Eddie being the son of maybe Wayne being the leader. so years later Eddie comes for him but Steve has been taught the cult was evil. 1/2

2/2 just really into the very innocent childhood loves that Steve and Eddie had growing up, like thinking its so great I get to marry my best friend. till he's taken away and made to live with the Harringtons who make him cut his long hair and force him to wear stiff clothes and tell him that the members of his community were crazy and evil. while Eddie who I imagine a few years older has been rebuilding and now wants his other half to fulfil the promise they made.

Prompt Discussion 1 ~ Prompt Discussion 2 ~ Prompt Discussion 3

My God Longs For Me Masterpost

Pairing: Steve Harrington/Eddie Munson Rating: E Summary: When Steve was a child, he was abducted and brought to the cult, the Hellfire Club, as he was prophesied to be the wife of the dark forest god they worshiped. Steve enjoyed his time there, especially the time he spent with the cult leader's nephew, Eddie. This wasn't meant to last however as Steve was eventually returned to his parents. Thanks to the deprogrammer that his parents hired and time, Steve has mostly forgotten the cult that raised him. That is until he goes on a camping trip and his friends start to get murdered one by one with the only connection between the killings being the ritual offerings to the cult's gods and the strange dreams Steve has before each one. Now Steve must piece together his past to discover who is murdering his friends in the present. (Inspired heavily by various horror movies and is a horror story itself.) Trigger Warning: Child Abuse, Feminization, Brainwashing, Dead Dove: Do Not Eat, Ritual Sacrifices, Gore, Mpreg, Body Horror, Monster Fucking Ao3 Link: (Coming after first chapter is finished) Additional Notes: Thanks to @deadchosenking for the fic's title

Chapter List

Beginnings - Part 1.1

Beginnings - Part 1.2

Beginnings - Part 1.3

Beginnings - Part 1.4

Beginnings - Part 1.5

[amethystfairy1]

hii! get ready for RAMBLING

i started reading tt some time ago so im behind on the timeline, but that means you can read my thoughts and conversations with @dwa-albatross i had while reading today

(and btw i use prompts instead of chapter names)

1. let me see

“oh no. oh no no no no no. this is getting worse and worse and worse”

dwa: “did you know that the aristocrat’s son gem and pearl went to kill was confirmed to be lord heath’s son?”

“yaay good riddance”

“‘the duke of the region’ ARE YOU KIDDING ME”

2. i love you

“so close. SO CLOSE”

dwa: “how do you even take the prompt ‘i love you’ and make it into angst”

3. who did this to you

“‘they were approaching from the back. grian knew they were approaching from the back, cause he knew what the front of the house looked like’ welp. nothing like a familiar hellhole”

“is that skizz? sounds like skizz”

dwa: “well i dont know. maybe it is. or maybe she just emphasised the features of that avian for no reason? youll have to wait and see :> oh and btw remember that avians dont have names so thats not skizz :>>>”

“…”

“I HATE YOU”

“‘im happy to have been able to provide’ scar. SCAR”

‘look. harder.’ scar: *clueless to aware gif*

dwa: “you know, desert duo can only be happy in one au. and its not the one where they have content”

‘chapter 4 archive warning: graphic descriptions of violence’ “WELL I SURE F****** HOPE SO”

“yaaay hes dead :>”

i think thats it for now, thanks for traumatising me

i love tt

(clueless to aware gif below)

This had me ROLLING

I LOVED IT!

Especially 'WELL I F**KING HOPE SO' on the graphic violence tag for Duke Freemere 😆😆😆

I'm so glad you enjoyed catching up on TT!!! 💖

[wolfpawzjakey]

Prompt - It Was All a Dream.

Jercy.

Brief description - Percy wakes up in the infirmary of Camp Jupiter and thinks that he dreamed of Jason's death and funeral, but Reyna and Annabeth, who were next to him, tell him that it was real... And Jason is really dead.

I will be very glad if you answer :)

Thank you thank you 🤲🏻

So, I wrote this without editing and rereading it. Writing ideas vs actually writing is hard. I’m working thru a writing block so thank you for sending this to me because maybe I’ll actually write something in full again one day 😎 (im crying under the shades)

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Percy wasn’t unused to death. He was well accustomed to it in fact. He’d neared it himself on many occasions. He’d killed others with him own hands and actions. Death weighed on him, but living his life meant he had no other choice but to deal. Death wasn’t a friend or an enemy, he’d always fear it but knowing its certainty had made it a more comfortable burden to have.

But this death, this death had his system on high alarm. It was too soon, too much of a surprise for him to be able to process what was happening but it was right in front of him. Here he was, watching the life drain from the eyes of his boyfriend, the person he loved the most. It was not meant to happen right now, it couldn’t be happening right now.

But now? He could feel the blood between his fingers mixed with the gritty texture of the dirt from the ground as he tried so hardly to stop it from seeping out as fast as it did. His throat and chest is filled with cement and razors as his voice reaches his own ears like he’s underwater. He can feel the blood seeping into his keens from where he kneels aside Jason’s fading body while Jason’s eyes fight to focus on Percy or anything actually. His words are distorted, he can’t even make out what he’s saying to Jason but he knows it’s filled with dead end attempts as reassurance (both directed at Jason and himself… mostly himself). And gods, the thing he feels the most is Jason’s breathing coming to a slow stop, he feels as his chest starts to shake and stutter, and how each breath becomes less frequent and more spaced apart. How his last few breaths make his chest rise so high before falling like there’s a weight holding his lungs down. Then he sees his eyes dull entirely, no longer that human like glistening that reminds you someone’s alive. He looks silently at Jason’s still body, a body that is so familiar but now so pale and dead eyed. It’s like he’s somehow looking at a stranger now, because there’s just no way that Jason would leave him like this. There’s no way. So, he just sits, hands still pressed over the no longer bleeding wound. Jason’s still warm, he couldn’t possibly be gone.

When he’s shaken from the trance he’s fallen into, all hell breaks loose. He screams and sobs, holding on as his friends desperately try to pull him off. His hands slip away from Jason’s body… and then he’s sat up, eyes frantically searching the new surroundings for the horrific scene he’d just been in. His hands are clean, he’s not wearing the clothes he was in, there’s no blood anywhere on him. And then there’s Annabeth and Reyna, they’re looking at him with concern which means he must’ve been the one in danger right? Because Jason couldn’t be dead, right?

No, no, Jason wasn’t dead. That had just been a dream, it was easy to convince himself that he’d just be able to get up and go into another room of the medical bay and Jason would be there, healing just like him if he wasn’t just out elsewhere. Of course, Jason was fine. Relief flooded his body and coursed through his veins because of course Jason couldn’t be dead. Percy has had these types of dreams again, why wouldn’t it happen now too?

“Percy?” That was Annabeth’s voice, “Perce, are you okay?”

“I think so.” He says, sigh heavy as it leaves his lungs. “I don’t feel that much pain anywhere, I think I’m okay.”

“That’s… good.” She says back, but her smile stays sad, and that’s never a good side. Reyna looks closed off too, which is also not a good sign, but he just couldn’t understand why? Had he been injured that bad? Had something gone wrong when he was?

“Percy,” Annabeth starts again, her voice is guarded and gentle, it’s not unlike Annabeth but again, it’s not usually a good sign. “I’m asking more so… are you okay? After what happened?”

What happened? Panic flashes through him, fast paced images of Jason’s lifeless body and his body all over Percy, but that, it was just a dream right? “What do you mean ‘after what happened’? Annabeth, what happened?”

Her face falls and Reyna’s darkens more than he thought it could. “Percy, I’m sorry but Jason’s dead. You were inconsolable, you fainted after we’d tried to take you away. But… he’s gone.” And Percy’s world shatters again.

He doesn’t yell and cry this time, he doesn’t struggle and nor does he get up to leave the room, he just sits there. Annabeth wouldn’t lie about this, Reyna wouldn’t let anyone lie about this. It was real. The dream in its entirety was real. The grit and slide of blood and dirt between his fingers. The iron scent of the blood that soaked into his jeans. The harsh and slowing breathing echoing through the room. It was all real.

[helplessautomaton]

My Bloody Valentines ‧₊˚☁️⋅♡𓂃ִֶָ࣪☾。

-Writing event (CLOSED)

EDIT: added more prompts! go wild

hello!!, figuring since valentines is coming up i wanted to do something along these lines and this is what i came up with. all of these will be gender neutral when it comes to the reader. do feel to request multiple (max 2) prompts in, thank you!

Edit: for posting, they will be posted one every day, may do two post one day but dont count on it.

Characters im doing for this: Jouno, Tecchou, Nikolai, Chuuya, Ranpo, Tachihara, Poe, Sigma, Atsushi, Mushitaro, Akutagawa, Lucy.

just going small for now cause i dont want to overwhelm myself, have fun!

Prompts:

1, “you know i wasn't lying when i said i'd kill for you” 2, “even if you do hate me, it doesn't matter, i really love you” 3, “don't you see? I'm the only one who really cares for you”

4, “i'm so glad you feel the same cause i refuse to leave you” 5, “you're my only reason im doing this” 6, “I love it when you scream and it's all because of me!”

7, “don't you see the lengths I'm going for you?” 8, “someday i wish to eat your heart and maybe then we'll be together in eternity.” 9, “I hope you know, we will die together and there's nothing stopping that.”

10, “i.. i promise there is nothing in the candy.” 11, “all my dreams are full of you.” 12, “please.. just let me hold you.”

13, “Keep looking at others and I will gift you their eyes.” 14, “you’re gonna love me back.” 15, “stop crying, please stop crying, you’re ruining our perfect day together..”

16, “don't worry, this blood isn't mine” 17, “your tears are because you’re happy right? 18, “you don't get it, i'm the only one who understands you!”

19, “I'm gonna find out about them eventually and when I do they will be out of the way and it will just be us.” 20, “why are you sad? Did someone hurt you?, i’ll get rid of them for you” 21, “I don't regret any of the blood I have gotten on my hands, it's for you and only you!”

22, “why can't you accept that you’re mine and everyone who gets in the way will end up dead?” 23, “I warned you, now they’re dead and it's all because you didn't listen dear.” 24, “sorry for the mess! Red looks so pretty on you anyways”

25, “stop calling me those names, i understand you’re still in shock but i'm not a monster, if i let things continue who knows what would’ve happened to you!” 26, ‘you don't understand the lengths I'm willing to go through to keep you safe, even if it means going against what I think is right. 27, “I'm sorry, I'm sorry, you’ll understand eventually why I had to do this.. Stop it with those eyes and tears please..”

[prompts-by-anjali]

prompts masterlist

*smoothly turns around in swivel chair, petting a kitty in my lap* oh, hello. i didn't see you there. all the same, thanks for dropping by. i hope this little side blog helps you with some character inspiration and dialogue. else, try petting the kitty. it always helps me. *kitty jumps over to you for pets*

if the feline isn't the fix, requests are open. feel free to request dialogue prompts, an overly specific character archetype, or submit your own :)

✨ overly specific character archetypes ✨

the unhinged character

the wholesome fangirl character

the “i am shit” or “i am THE shit” character

the pure adrenaline character

the coward character

the villain-turned-mother-hen character

the reluctant villain

the well-meaning jinxed character

the polite rogue character

the tone deaf character

the infinitely armed character

the unassuming genius character

the “never hurt kids” character

the parent figure character

the himbo character

the comic-relief-turned-tragic character

the “ray of sunshine with a dark backstory” character

the “light among shadows” character

the broken ace character

the secret heir character

the gentle giant character

the “it’s all about the presentation” character

the “hopelessly pining” characters

the character who clearly needs therapy and a hug too probably

the "horror movie first kill" character

the extremely prepared character

the character who finally snaps

the character who breaks away

the "exponential gratitude" character

the "harem magnet" character

the character who will fight for your honor at all costs, even if you don't need them to

the character who appreciates culinary artistry

the "boy cried wolf" character

the "save the world" character

the "screw the world" character

the withering ace character

the parentified child character

the masked ace character

the "well-read by no bedside manner" character

the "sixth sense" character

the olive branch character

the wilted ace character

the "bridges have been burned" character

the "peacemaker in the battlefield" character

the "can only trust one person" character

the "soulless avenger" character

the "needs to take their own advice" character

✨ dialogue prompts ✨

that was a bust

i assumed you'd be disappointed

this isn't where we're supposed to be

i trusted you

do i know you?

i love you

why are you staring at me

and that's another case, all wrapped up

you had everything

you don't understand what i've been through

i never thought i'd see you again

i need your help

you love me?

i can, y'know. patch you up good

how long have you been spying on me, you pervert

go get out

i've wanted to ask you this question

you're three minutes late (princess x commoner)

what are you hiding

i can't believe you did that

and don't say fake-out make-out

can you not get killed so much

i'm not going to let you do this alone

these are how fights go

this isn't what i signed up for

i thought you said you had a plan

you're not too bad at this

dude! you just saved my life

that was a mouse

why don't you ever stay dead?

don't leave me here. please

i told them the ransom and they asked me for a discount

you're not real

i would do anything for you, your highness

oi. can you stop crying so loud

don't give me the silent treatment

you did this

we survived!

i could kiss you right now

will you not scream in terror now

get it over with

i'm home

that's it. im leaving

how have you not left yet

you're hurt, human

it's always been you

hey (meet disaster)

here to make fun of me?

you're so cute when you struggle

[tiredrobin]

referring to my last post im too lazy to like. explain the premise in detail so the basic idea is danny and damian twins thing, danielle/dani clone is the same age as danny, she has his memories but not all of them and jumbled and fragmented and messy and it fucks with her a lot. and danny also. now theyre triplets in the way where damian has obviously no memories of dani but she remembers him and its SO MESSY and emotionally difficult for all of them because dani is 100% danny's sister but not damian's. heres a non-specific ficlet thing i tamped out because this au is stuck in my fucking head but i dont know enough to write it because i dont care abt dc stuff. thanks for understanding

also. theyre literally all transgender. because i said so. this is a legal requirement for this au. vlad switched the chromosomes to make a more stable clone but dani was like "...no, im a girl actually". danny and dani joke about switching bodies all the time. damian and danny didn't know they were trans until after they separated, damian still doesnt know danny is because he thinks danny is dead, danny does know Now because damians a wayne and is in the news and danny recognized him evn tho no one but damian's family knows hes transmasc. also danny is transmasc in the agender kind of way. nothing can fucking stop me

vague context: sometimes dani quizzes danny on his/sorta-their past, bcuz her memories are so weird and jumbled and it helps to hear the truth evn when she cant actually remember it.

cw: brief mention of an adult being creepy towards children

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"Okay," Dani says, and Danny pretends he isn't fervently praying she'll shut up.

"Okay," he echoes after a long moment, prompting. Somehow, the wariness doesn't leak into his voice.

"Third coach tried to kill us—you," she says.

'Third coach' means Danny and Damian's third trainer. Dani uses words pretty strangely, sometimes. Her language has a habit of slipping into something more rudimentary, simplified, like she's a toddler.

She's a year and seven months old. Her grasp on language is, in Danny's personal opinion, remarkable.

"That happened, yes," Danny says when he realizes he'd been quiet too long. He's starting to drag. These conversations are exhausting in a way he can never articulate, not even to Dani, but there'd be no reason to because he knows she gets it. From the way she's listing to her side in the air, the imbalance fucking with her physics enough that she's starting to drift very subtly to the left, she's worn thin.

"… Why?" she asks after a long pause. "He seemed nice."

Danny focuses in on the thrum of her core. It's in near-perfect resonance with his own, which used to be so deeply disturbing it made his skin crawl but now feels soothing. It's a balm on his frayed nerves during the bad days; a reminder that, though he's lost one sibling, he has another.

"He wasn't," Danny murmurs. Third trainer smiled a lot—that might be what Dani is remembering—but he had wandering hands and a creepy way of looking at him and Damian. He taught them about pinching nerves. His fingers always lingered.

"Oh," says Dani. She rights her tilt, though she's still drifting. Danny's brain does a weird thing, a math sort of thing, that calculates the angle of her drift, the current speed, the projected acceleration. If she keeps going, she'll bump into the wall in three minutes, twenty-seven seconds.

(His brain does weird things like that, sometimes. Frostbite says it's a result of ectoplasm mixing with living neural pathways. The ectoplasm appears to be acting as a stimulant of sorts, or maybe a steroid. A stimulant-steroid. (…Stimuloid?) He hadn't been able to follow the explanation very well at the time, due to the fact that his brain was doing the opposite of what it's doing now. Sometimes he thinks so fast it feels like his thoughts are teleporting; sometimes his head is so foggy he can barely process what's right in front of him. It's super great. Super.)

"… Oh," Dani says again, softer. Then, in an abrupt subject change, "Did you really almost push Tucker off some stairs?"

"You" this time. The way she selects it—"us", "me", "you"—it says a lot about how the memory feels to her. She'd been raised an assassin; she barely knows Tucker, Danny's oldest friend. She hardly recognizes dad; she wants to cling to Sam. Sometimes it's him, sometimes it's her, sometimes it's a weird third thing. Or something. She'd phrased it in a way that made him laugh and forget most of it, when he'd asked, and now he regrets that.

"I did, yeah," he huffs a laugh. "He stole—"

"Our truck!" Our. "Yeah, okay, I remember that."

"It wasn't a truck."

"No? It—ohhh, it was the, um. The model train. The one you built! That Tucker's dad gave you."

He nods. "Yeah. I was worried he'd break it."

"And pushing him down the stairs wouldn't?"

"Assassin training."

"Sure."

One of her eyes is a little crinkled. She might be getting a headache, because that's the face Danny makes when he's getting a headache. (It's the face Damian made when he got one, too.) (Stop comparing them.) "You should get some rest," Danny tries.

"I'll get nightmares."

Her nightmares are weird. She's talked about them enough for Danny to feel familiar with them, even though his are nothing like her's. She'd tried sharing one with him, once, and it'd hurt his head for days after.

"I'm gonna get nightmares too, now," he points out. She winces. Danny realizes too late that might have sounded more accusatory than intended. He wanted her to stop asking questions, yeah, but not at the cost of herself. He's the reason she exists now; he's the reason why her head is so stuffed full of things that don't make sense, memories and daydreams and terrors both real and imagined haunting every step she takes. Even if he isn't the one that made her, hadn't ever wanted her—even if that, she's his responsibility.

"It goes both ways, idiot," she says.

She's not reading his mind, but. It's like she is. She can feel his core like it's his thoughts, and that's near enough. "I'm the older brother," he says, intentionally putting something a little haughty in his voice, a tone he hasn't carried since he was, like, eight or something. The effect is ruined a bit as he lays down, angled so he can still watch her drift towards the wall. "You're my responsibility. That's how it goes."

She rolls her eyes. "What if I wanna be the older brother?"

"Can't. You're the youngest, out of the three of us."

Dani sort of… pauses.

Danny does, too. He hadn't meant to say that out loud. Damian is… "gone" isn't the right word, because he's not dead. Not like Danny thought he was for a… for a while. But he's off limits in a way Danny can't access. He hasn't referred to Damian as his brother since the first time Dani started asking questions, and she'd been careful to avoid doing so herself. Which would seem considerate, if Danny didn't know she avoided it because the whole thing just feels too big and too messy to look at in the eyes.

And here Danny's gone, shoving his foot in his mouth. The three of us. There isn't three; Damian has to think Danny's dead. Has to have mourned him. If Damian knew…

It's so scary to think about.

And—there's Dani, now. Not a replacement—nothing could replace Damian—but Damian would feel that she is. Probably.

"What a mess," Dani says.

Had she thought the same things? Maybe. No way to tell without asking, and Danny's too tired to ask. "Yeah."

She touches down onto the ground. On silent feet, she checks the locks on Danny's door, and then she pads over to the bed and nudges him until he gives her enough space to lay down next to him. She's not going to sleep here, and Danny won't be able to sleep with her there (it reminds them both of sharing a bed with Damian), but she likes to do this sometimes and Danny likes it when she does.

Neither of them say anything else. Danny won't be able to fall asleep, but he manages to start a very light doze. Dani's core thrums contentment and his echoes it. She's saying I love you I love you I love you and he's singing it back, and when her pinkie hooks into his—like Damian, like Damian, stop comparing them but it's so much like Damian—Danny curls his to lock it in place.

"I might to spy on him," she murmurs after an unknown amount of time.

Danny cracks open an eye. "You won't."

"I want to," she amends, "But… I won't." I'm scared, she doesn't say, but Danny can hear it anyway.

"The tabloids do it enough for us," Danny points out.

She snorts. "Yeah, sure. 'Damian Wayne: Vegetarian or secret animal killer?' Definitely a good accurate way to get information."

Danny smiles and lets his eyes slip shut again. "He was like that even when we were little." Didn't like eating meat, eating animals.

"I remember."

He sighs. His core sings I love you. Dani's pinkie slips from his. There's a sweep of cold, like a blanket being pulled over him, and then she's gone. He might see her in a week; he might not see her for months.

Danny drifts to sleep.

[adarafaelbarba]

The Show Must Go On ~ Prompt List

This list has been long in the making and is far from finished. But I decided to post the first draft now, and see where to go from there 🥰

It's composed of mainly theatre tracks but contains something outside the world of theatre too, and will more or less be like that throughout this "journey" as I don't always listen to musical theatre cast recordings, but it's still a lot of what I do listen to 😅

Also -- Thank you @bullet-prooflove for the inspiration of the list, I love seeing your radio lists 😍

So without further ado, here's my spin on "Playlist prompt list"

Thunder rumbling, castles crumbling, I am trying to hold on.

Maybe next time I’ll be enough, you’ll give me everything instead of giving up.

I’d tell you that I love you, I miss you, I wish you were here. Maybe if I shout it loud enough, you might hear.

So it looks like the joke’s on you, cause the girl that you thought you knew, she’s so gone.

But I miss screaming and fighting and kissing in the rain, and it's 2 a.m. and I'm cursing your name.

He’s close to my mother, talks business with my father, he’s charming and endearing and I’m comfortable.

’cause I can feel the universe when I'm feeling you breathe, it's bigger than us, and it's bigger than you and me, it's bigger.

It’s astronomy, we’re two worlds apart

Teenagers scare the living shit out of me

Just kiss me one last time, close your eyes, say goodbye and walk away. 

I'm still holdin' on to everything that's dead and gone

I don’t want to say goodbye cause this time means forever 

Now, Sunday mornings, I just sleep in, It's like I buried my faith with you

And now you're in the stars and six-feet's never felt so far. Here I am alone between the heavens and the embers

I'm screamin' at a God I don't know if I believe in. ‘Cause I don't know what else I can do

but when does a comet become a meteor. When does a candle become a blaze. When does a man become a monster. When does a ripple become a tidal wave. When does the reason become the blame. 

I look into your eyes and think back to the son of mine. You’re as old as he was when I left for war. 

close your eyes and spare yourself the view. How could I hurt you?

I’m just a man, who’s fighting for his life. Deep down I would trade the world to see my son and wife. 

Have you forgotten the lessons I’ve taught you? Have you forgotten to turn off your heart? This is not you.

Show yourself, I know you're watching me. Show yourself. I can see you. 

How can you see through my spell? 

Haha! I was lying and you fell for my bluff

What good would killing do. When mercy is a skill more of this world could learn to use. My friend is dead! Our foe is blind! The blood we shed it never dries!

You are reckless, sentimental at best. That's not a teaching of mine. You've grown soft, your dead friends can attest.

That's just like you, why should I be surprised? Selfish and prideful and vain. Unlike you every time someone dies I'm left to deal with the strain. 

I'll remind you I saw you as a friend, but now we're done. 

You're not looking for a mentor. I'm not looking for a friend. I mistook you for a general. What a waste of effort spent. 

At least I know what I'm fighting for, while you're fighting to be known! Since you claim you're so much wiser why's your life spent all alone?

One day, you'll hear what I'm saying. One day, you might understand. One day, but not today. For after all you're just a man. 

This day, you sever your own head. This day, you cut the line. This day, you lost it all. Consider this as my goodbye

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[v3nusxsky]

Okay so I know you're swamped with lesso requests so feel free to ignore me I just can't get this idea out of my head all day and so I had to do something with it or else it'll bug me for ages.

Could you do a lady lesso X ever!reader based on the song labour by Paris Paloma. Maybe along the lines of r being in an abusive/toxic relationship and lesso slowly watches the spark get crushed out of r the longer the relationship goes on so she constantly checks in with r who fakes that their relationship is perfect until one night r comes crying to lesso in the middle of the night explaining they are pregnant and can't let their kid go through what they had to at the hands of their partner and lesso just holds them telling r it's going to be okay and while r is directing off asleep in lessos arms she's just casually planning their ex's murder to which r tiredly tells lesso she's not allowed to murder him cause she isn't going to prison cause r isn't raising the kid alone and confesses they've always been in love with lesso?

Feel free to go wild with your own prompt completely unrelated this was just my thoughts on a story I could see from the song. Sorry and thank you for putting up with your one millionth lesso request!

~🫀

Didn’t want him| h&c

*Authors note~ my lovely anon who is no longer an anon @a-random-dead-thing-in-a-grave im sorry it's taken so long for me to get to this one. I love the idea and the song so I had to do this for you*

Trigger warnings~ abuse

Prompt~ see ask^^^^

Leonora Lesso prided herself on being observant, that's what allowed her to find out her enemies weaknesses. But with you, it was more of a protective measure. It wasn't knowledge that anyone else at the school knew, even if Lesso wasn't entirely sure herself that she was right, but seeing the light slowly drain from your eyes was killing her.

Truly, you and Leonora were close, you had harboured secret feelings for the woman for years, but the partner your parents had forced you to marry was forever threatening to hurt her if you disobey his rules. So it was unsurprising that every time Leo would ask you how you are, if you're okay and even pointing out a few of the bruises and you'd lie to cover them, that she didn't believe you for a second.

Faking the perfect relationship while it was absolutely the opposite was exhausting. You didn't want to keep going but you had no choice. You couldn't divorce, that would aggravate him and your parents so you had no choice but to continue the pretence. It didn't matter if you were hurting or if you were miserable you had to continue. So you did. You kept on going until you saw those little blue lines on that test. After a particularly rough "punishment" from your husband you had felt off, only then you realised your period was late. The test confirming your worst fears. A baby.

It felt as though the walls were caving in around you. Air struggling to escape your lungs as tears flowed. How could you subject a poor innocent baby to him. You couldn't. Wouldn't. You had to go, now. But where? You ran to the only person in your life that made you feel loved, safe and protected. Your legs carrying you there faster than you thought was humanly possible.

Leonora was shocked to see you in front of her bedroom door, but seeing the state of you she quickly ushered you in the room. Only when the door was safely shut, did you allow yourself to break down. Her arms were quick to find you, pulling you snuggly to her body before your legs could give out on you. "Oh sweetheart what is wrong?" She murmured stroking your hair in a comforting manner.

The late hour didn't matter, Lesso held you until you were able to talk. "Leo mm pregnant" you whispered into her shoulder, the absolute devastation soaking your words. "Oh sweetheart shouldn't that be a good thing? You say your so madly in love and happy" the distrust was evident in her tone which is what made you chuckle, "I can't subject my baby to him, to this" you moved your robe to show the marks and bruises in different stages of healing.

Leo gasped in shock as her fingers danced ever so gently over the marks, "oh my sweet sweet girl. I'm so sorry he did this. I'll kill him. He doesn't deserve an Angel like you" she murmured feeling you stiffen against her. "I didn't even want him. I wanted you. I don't want to be some baby machine, only around to serve him. You make me feel seen and loved and happy. I can't let him hurt this baby Leo" you whimpered the bit. You'd just admitted to wanting to be with Leo, you were expecting rejection. I mean who would willingly want you? Your own parents thought they had to marry you off because no one would willingly pick you as a wife.

You aren't too sure how, but you ended up snuggled up to the dean in her bed, her hands rubbing circles on your back as she hummed a tune hoping to soothe you to sleep. Her mind wondering to the many ways she could make him suffer for you, for the years of abuse and your parents. Oh she'd make sure they regretted not treating you how you deserved. It was as if you could read minds, "Leo cant murder cause prison leaves me and baby alone. We need you. You're my true love" you sleepily mumbled shocking the older woman. "Okay Angel no murder. What about maiming?" Causing you to sleepily throw your hand out to hit her gently, "no Leo, no hurt" you mumbled sleepily. You both knew then that no harm would come to either three of you,  and finally you'd be given that freedom and safety of true love.

Word count~ 1028

[xxxdegenerate]

Prompts for you

Hello! So i’m trying to better my writing so pick a number and a character from one of these:

One piece

WindBreaker

Black Butler

Demon Slayer

Spiderverse(only the adult ones please!)

Or a few other characters, really depends.

Also describe the number in more detail if you’d like:) (the more details the better)

There will be nsfw, fluff, angst, you name it. Take it as you will.

1. “Come over here and make me.”

2. Wait a minute. Are you jealous?

3. “I almost lost you.”

4. “Wanna bet.”

5. “Don’t you ever do that again!”

6. “Kiss me.”

7. “bend over the desk love”

8. “is that my shirt?”

9. “im going to fuck you until you forget that assholes name”

10. “Looks like we’ll be trapped here for awhile..”

11. “fuck you.” - “when?”

12. “You need to wake up because I can’t do this without you.”

13. “I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think i don’t notice.”

14. “I think i’m in love with you and i’m terrified.”

15. “I haven’t even touched you and you’re already this wet.”

16. “Could he make you feel as good as i do?”

17. “Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

18. “you’re pretty.” - “you’re drunk.”

19. “Would you just shut up and kiss me already?”

20. “If you keep looking at me like that we won’t make it to a bed.”

21. “You heard me. Take it off.”

22. “Wanna dance?”

23. “You did what?!”

24. “If you die i’m going to kill you.”

25. “I fucking hate you.”

26. “He’s dead..again.”

27. “The first time you smiled…I felt complete.”

28. “It hurts..” “What does?” “Loving someone ho doesn’t love you.”

29. “you’re not as funny as you think you are.”

30. “I’m just getting comfy.”

31. “Thank you for being in my life.”

32. “Text me when you’re home.”

33. “Why are you so cold?”

34. “Stop laughing at me.”

35. “You were put on this earth to give me a headache.”

36. “You’re ticklish.”

37. “Can we go home yet.”

38. “You are a terrible influence.”

39. “One of us is clearly smarter then the other.”

40. “You need some sleep.”

41. “I’m only here for the dog.”

42. “In my defense I really wanted too.”

43. “At least I didn’t break any laws.”

44. “I don’t hate you.”

45. “Don’t call me that.”

46. “just marry me already.”

47. “Did i stutter?”

48. “how long have you been standing there.”

49. “i’ve never felt this way before and i’m terrified.”

50. “is there anything you want to tell me.”

51. “Can i hold your hand.”

52. “i’m never leaving..i promise.”

53. “can i kiss you?”

54. “god..i love you.”

55. “stop being so cute.”

56. “do you want me to stay?”

57. “I love seeing you smile.”

58. “I like being close to you. you’re warm.”

59. “I cant enough of you”

60. “This is a one time thing.”

61. “don’t be shy now, sit on my face!”

62. “Don’t go on that date.” “Why?” “You know why.” “Say it.”

63. “ i think i might be in some kind of love with you.”

64. “say you want me, and i’m yours.”

65. “i want to taste you”

66. “I really want to kiss you right now.” “Then do it.”

67. “don’t cover you’re face, i want to see you”

68. “I love you.” “Say it again.”

69. “ive never wanted to fuck someone as badly as i want to fuck you rn”

70. “if we weren’t in public right now i’d have my head between your legs”