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Prologue and Chapter One Release| 41k words total, varies per play through
DEMO LINK
I am so sorry that it has taken me this long to write even just the first chapter and prologue. Unfortunately this year has been a lot, and it took me a while to get back into the swing of things because of a severe writers block, but I made it! Of course I realized after looking that the prologue is definitely a chapter in it's own right with how long it is, so uh, sorry about that. It is not quite up to what I would like but if I do not meet my self imposed deadlines I will explode, so expect updates, bug fixes and edits over the next few months. Anyways, after having gone through 2/4 of my midterms and a complete last-minute overhaul of the personality stats and flashbacks (I did test most things, it should work but please report bugs, typos, ect.) The prologue and first chapter are finally done and out. Once again, I am so, so damn happy that I can share this, and I can't wait for y'all to read it.
Non-spoiler content warnings for these chapters: Emetophobia (there is nothing actually there but just in case), paranoia, Implied depiction of mental illness, memory loss, and hallucinations (?)
(Minor spoilers) What happens in these chapters...
Get called in on your day off
Go back home and run into some old friends (and enemies)
Reminisce about trying not to throw up in a burger joint parking lot (again there is no actual vomit) and the case that killed all of your closest friendships
Read an old diary!
Try to ignore the constant presence haunting your dreams!
Go to a library!
"Dude we're getting the band back together!"
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Hyunjin x reader
comfort ♡ the reader is exhausted but keeps telling hyunjin that she is fine, untile she faints.
warnings: nothing, hyunjin being a drama queen
for @hannamoon143
You were running on fumes. Lately, it felt like the world was spinning a little too fast, the weight of everything pressing down hard. But you kept it hidden, pasting on a smile and giving Hyunjin a reassuring nod whenever he asked if you were okay. He could be a little too intuitive sometimes, and you didn’t want him to worry about you. After all, he had his own busy schedule, his own pressures.
Tonight, though, you felt especially drained. It was as if the air around you was too thick to breathe, and no matter how hard you tried, the tightness in your chest wouldn’t let up.
Hyunjin appeared in the doorway, tilting his head as he watched you with that curious, concerned look he’d been wearing so often lately. “Are you… sure you’re okay, Y/N?” His voice was soft, but you could hear the edge of worry underneath.
“Of course,” you said quickly, flashing him a smile you hoped looked convincing. “I’m just… tired. It’s been a long day.”
He raised an eyebrow, folding his arms. “You’ve said that every day this week.”
“I know. I just… I’ll be fine,” you said, waving a hand as if to brush it all away. But the wave of dizziness that hit you just then made you grip the edge of the table for balance.
Hyunjin’s eyes narrowed. “Are you sure?” He took a step closer. “Because I know when you’re not telling me something. What’s going on?”
You let out a shaky breath, giving a small, helpless shrug. “I just… I don’t want you to worry.”
His gaze softened, but his tone was firm. “Too late for that, babe. I’m already worried.”
You opened your mouth to respond, but the world around you started to blur, the edges of your vision going dark. Before you could stop it, everything went black.
When you opened your eyes, you found yourself lying on the couch, with Hyunjin’s face hovering above you, wide-eyed with panic.
“Oh my God, you’re awake! Are you okay? Are you breathing? Do I need to call an ambulance?” he exclaimed, his voice high with worry as he waved his hands dramatically.
“Hyunjin…” you murmured, struggling to sit up, but he immediately held you down.
“No, stay down! You fainted! Like, actually fainted!” His voice was a mix of alarm and pure distress. “Do you know how terrifying that was? One second you were standing, and the next, you were just… gone!” He clutched his chest, taking in a deep breath as if he’d barely survived the ordeal.
You managed a weak smile. “I’m sorry… I didn’t mean to scare you.”
“Scare me?” He ran a hand through his hair, shaking his head in disbelief. “You think fainting right in front of me doesn’t scare me? You could’ve hit your head! Or… or… worse!” His eyes widened even further. “Do you want some water? Or a blanket? Or an entire medical team?!”
“Hyunjin,” you laughed softly, though you could feel your heart racing a bit from the embarrassment. “I just… I think I just pushed myself a little too hard.”
“A little?” he echoed, sounding incredulous. “Babe, this isn’t just ‘a little too hard.’” His voice softened, his thumb brushing over the back of your hand as he held it tightly. “You should’ve told me.”
“I didn’t want you to worry about me,” you admitted, looking down. “You’re already so busy, and I thought I could handle it.”
He let out a frustrated sigh, lifting your chin so you’d meet his eyes. “Listen, I don’t care how busy I am. If you need me, I’m here. Always.”
You looked away, feeling the emotions rising up, but he cupped your face, pulling your gaze back to him. “Hey,” he said gently. “I mean it. You’re my person, okay? You don’t have to do this alone. I wish you’d tell me what’s going on. Whatever it is, we’ll get through it together.”
You bit your lip, finally letting the tears slip down your cheeks. “I just… I feel like I’m failing, Hyunjin. I’m exhausted all the time, and it feels like I’m always one step behind. No matter how much I do, it’s never enough.”
He listened, his expression softening as he leaned closer, brushing a tear off your cheek with his thumb. “Oh, Y/N… why didn’t you tell me you felt this way?” His voice was a gentle whisper. “You’re not failing. You’re doing so much, and you’re amazing at everything you do. Don’t let yourself forget that.”
You shook your head, a soft laugh escaping despite your tears. “You’re just saying that because you’re my boyfriend.”
He shook his head emphatically. “No, I’m saying that because it’s true! I see you work so hard, and I see how much you care about everything you do. You don’t give yourself enough credit.”
“I just feel like it’s not enough. Like… if I don’t keep pushing myself, I’ll fall behind,” you confessed, voice barely above a whisper.
He pulled you into a hug, wrapping his arms tightly around you as he rested his chin on your head. “Then lean on me. You don’t have to do everything on your own. Just… let me be here for you.”
You stayed like that for a while, Hyunjin holding you as the weight of your worries seemed to melt away. His hand stroked gently down your back, and he hummed a quiet tune, one you recognized from his playlist.
After a moment, he pulled back slightly, a mischievous glint in his eye. “Alright, new plan: tonight, you’re doing absolutely nothing. I’ll take care of everything, and you’re going to relax.”
“But—”
“Nope. No ‘buts.’” He raised a finger to his lips, signaling you to stay quiet. “Doctor’s orders,” he said, puffing out his chest and winking.
You couldn’t help but laugh at his theatrics, even as he threw a dramatic hand to his forehead. “In fact, I’m not sure I can leave you alone. What if you faint again? I’d never recover!”
You rolled your eyes, smiling despite yourself. “Fine. I’ll rest… if it’ll make you feel better.”
He nodded, looking relieved. “Good. But I’m not leaving you alone tonight. You’re stuck with me.” He gave you a playful nudge and then got up, grabbing his phone. “Let’s see… I’m thinking snacks, movies, and maybe an emergency blanket fort. You’ll thank me later.”
With a sigh, you gave in, feeling lighter already. As he bustled around, grabbing pillows and snacks, you watched him, your heart swelling with gratitude. He might be a bit of a drama queen, but he cared for you in ways that made every worry seem smaller.
Hyunjin returned, arms full of snacks, a mischievous smile on his face. “Now, the real question is: cheesy romance movie or hilarious rom-com?”
You laughed, feeling a genuine smile spread across your face. “You pick.”
He settled beside you, putting an arm around your shoulders. “Rom-com it is. And hey, if you start feeling overwhelmed again… you come to me, alright?”
You nodded, leaning into his side as the movie began. “Thank you, Hyunjin. For everything.”
He squeezed your hand, resting his head against yours. “Always, Y/N. I’ll always be here.”
In that moment, you felt lighter than you had in weeks, wrapped in the warmth of Hyunjin’s presence and knowing that, no matter what, he was by your side. And as the night wore on, filled with his laughter and comforting touch, you realized that maybe, just maybe, you didn’t have to face the world alone.
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A Glimmer of Sunshine
A/n: here's your request! @michi3001, I'm sorry it took long, but hey it's better late than never ͡° ͜ʖ ͡ ��
Genre: Canon Verse, Fluff, Gn! Reader/Fem! Reader, Sunshine! Reader, Grumpy x Sunshine Trope, Second Person, Proofread
Chars: Capitano, Alhaitham, Diluc, Zhongli
Summary: He’s stoic, reserved, and notoriously grumpy — yet somehow, you manage to bring out a gentler side of him. Whether you’re tugging him toward market stalls, teasing a smile from him over drinks, or showing him beauty in the simplest things, your warmth shines through his chilly exterior. In moments when his walls seem unbreakable, you’re the sunlight that softens him, one unrelenting smile at a time.
Capitano:
The Fatui Harbinger, tall and intimidating, stood stiffly beside you. His mere presence was enough to send chills through others, yet here you were, greeting everyone in passing with a warm smile and a cheerful wave.
“You look like you're thinking about something serious, Captain,” you chirped, tilting your head with a smile. “Care to share?”
Capitano turned slightly, the slightest glint of amusement hidden in his otherwise stoic demeanor. “Nothing of concern. You...have an unusual energy for someone in our line of work.”
You beamed up at him, undeterred. “Well, someone has to keep things bright around here! Besides, I think you’re a little softer than you let on.”
His posture tensed, and he huffed. “I assure you, I am not soft.”
“Oh, don’t worry. I won't tell anyone,” you teased, giving him a playful wink. “Your secret's safe with me, Mr. Tough Guy.”
Against all odds, he found himself biting back a chuckle. Perhaps, just this once, he could allow a small smile to slip under his mask—for you and your cheerful demeanor alone.
Alhaitham:
The scholar sat silently in the library, his gaze fixed on his book, attempting to ignore your bright laughter and energy that seemed to fill every corner of the room.
“Alhaitham, look!” you said, pulling a flower from the garden you'd picked on the way in. “Isn’t it beautiful?”
He glanced up, giving it a brief look. “A flower,” he said flatly, before returning to his book. “A common sight in the Akademiya's gardens.”
You shook your head, unfazed by his indifference. “It’s more than that! It’s...well, look at the colors! They’re so vivid. Doesn’t it make you feel something?”
Alhaitham peered over the book again, giving you a longer glance. Your eyes were practically shining, and though he didn’t show it, he felt a subtle warmth in his chest.
“Perhaps,” he replied, his tone softening just a bit. “But it would hardly compare to your...vividness.”
You blinked, surprised. “Oh? Is that a compliment?”
He rolled his eyes but couldn’t suppress the faint smile that tugged at his lips. “Don’t let it get through your head.”
Diluc:
The usually stern bartender of Angel’s Share was busy preparing drinks when you entered, beaming from ear to ear as you greeted him with a cheerful wave. “Diluc! It’s been a busy day, huh? How’s my favorite bartender doing?”
He gave you a quick nod, avoiding your gaze as he wiped down a glass. “Fine. There’s much work to be done tonight,” he muttered.
But you weren’t about to leave it at that. “C’mon, Luc, don’t you ever take a moment to relax?” you teased, reaching out to brush an invisible speck of dust off his shoulder. “Life’s too short to always be so serious.”
He tensed, clearly unused to such casual contact. But he softened, if only slightly, at the sparkle in your eyes. “Perhaps...not everyone has your boundless optimism.”
“Well,” you said with a soft laugh, “I’ll just have to share some of it with you.” You held out a small basket of his favorite snacks, a small peace offering. “Here, you can have this instead!”
Diluc's expression softened further, and he took the plate, lips quirking into a faint smile. “Thank you...for this.”
Zhongli:
It wasn’t often that Liyue’s most composed and dignified consultant found himself at a loss for words. Yet, as you babbled on excitedly about the city’s lanterns, the stalls, and the festival, he couldn’t help but feel...captivated.
“And look at this, Zhongli!” You pointed to a stall filled with colorful trinkets, your enthusiasm drawing the attention of passersby. “Isn’t it wonderful?”
Zhongli glanced down at you, his usual calm demeanor softening. “You find wonder in such simple things, don’t you?”
“Of course! That’s what makes life beautiful,” you replied, grinning. “Not everything has to be grand to be meaningful.”
He paused, the faintest glimmer of a smile gracing his lips. “Perhaps I could learn something from your perspective,” he murmured, half to himself.
Zhongli’s eyes softened, and as he watched your bright, genuine smile, he felt his heart warm. For you, he supposed, perhaps a little wonder in the simple things was worth the experience.
Without hesitation, you looped your arm through his, tugging him toward the stall. “Then let me teach you!” you laughed. “We’ll start with picking out something that makes you smile.”
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A/n: Ngl, I too, would fall for a sunshine lady. (I already have one<3)
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How do you think the members of the fellowship would react to a reader asking “can you hold this for me?” then reaching out their hand?
I love this request - and I'm so sorry it took me so long to respond to it! But thank you for sending the ask <3
*・༓˚✧ ❝“𝐂𝐚𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐡𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 [𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝] 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐞?” (𝐅𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩)❞ ‧͙⁺˚༓˚✧ « headcanons »
○ Aragorn ○ Legolas ○ Gimli ○ Boromir ○ Pippin ○ Merry ○ Sam ○ Frodo ○
GN!Reader | Wordcount : 0.6k | TWs : None
𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐫𝐧
✧ There’s a little hum from him as he looks up at you, “Of course.”
✧ Then he sees your hand is held out, and simply stares for a second. Smiling, he briefly looks up at you and then back to your hand before taking it.
✧ As he often does he will cover your hand fully with his, bringing it to his side.
✧ Although Aragorn doesn’t comment on it there’s a smile on his face that wasn’t there before, and he moves slightly closer to you.
𝐋𝐞𝐠𝐨𝐥𝐚𝐬
✧ Responds immediately saying that he will before waiting. It takes him a second or so to realise that you’re offering your hand to him.
✧ “Oh.”
✧ Legolas takes it, although his grip at first is slightly looser. Once you’ve been holding hands for a little while he gets more confident and grips your hand tighter.
✧ There’s definitely blush on his cheeks, if you point it out he’ll think about it for a second before grinning softly.
✧ “Can I not fall more in love with partner every day?”
✧ (As an elf he isn’t super used to this, but gets better with every hand hold.)
𝐆𝐢𝐦𝐥𝐢
✧ Reaches his hand out before even checking what you’re giving him.
✧ Only realises once his hand has enclosed around yours, and there’s nothing in it.
✧ He stares up at you for a second, running his finger over your palm to make sure he hasn’t missed anything, before letting out a laugh.
✧ Grips your hand tightly and brings into him, will stay in the handhold as long as you need.
𝐁𝐨𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐢𝐫
✧ “Anything you require.”
✧ He looks up to you, then sees your hand is empty. There’s a moment of confusion before he realises what you want him to do, eyes briefly flickering to yours as he checks this is what you want.
✧ Maintaining the eye-contact, he stoops slightly and brings your hand to his lips - giving it a brief kiss before properly holding it.
✧ “My love.”
✧ (Looks very pleased with himself if he makes you blush as well. Comes closer afterwards to give you an actual kiss.)
𝐏𝐢𝐩𝐩𝐢𝐧
✧ Also takes your hand without thinking or looking.
✧ He holds your hand a lot, so he’s already positioning his hand to be in the most comfortable position before processing what’s actually happened.
✧ Looks down to check he hasn’t accidentally dropped something before looking back up to you with a large grin.
✧ (He may just have to steal that line to use later.)
𝐌𝐞𝐫𝐫𝐲
✧ “Of course, what do you-”
✧ A knowing grin appears on his face, and he briefly kisses your hand as well before holding it.
✧ Unlike Boromir, his is more obviously in jest, although there’s no less love behind the gesture
✧ He gives you a quick kiss, before saying, “You can always ask as well.”
𝐒𝐚𝐦
✧ Is just going to your hand when he realises that you’re only holding your hand out.
✧ Instantly blush blossoms all over his face, but he also doesn’t waver and his hand immediately wraps around yours.
✧ There’s a moment of silence between the two of you before he gives you a smile, gently squeezing your hand.
✧ Just another one of his many ways to silently say ‘I love you’
𝐅𝐫𝐨𝐝𝐨
✧ Frodo turns to face you, “What do you need?”
✧ Then he sees your hand being held out, and a small smile forms.
✧ He’s a simple romantic at heart, only encasing your hand with his (although tightly, with a promise to not let go until you want him too).
✧ He also moves closer to you as well, only being about a hands-width apart in the end.
A/N : I struggled with the caption/brief summary thing I put at the top of this for ages. If other people have suggestions, I am all ears <3
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Thirsty
vampire!hyunjin x gn!reader
warnings: vampire typical biting stuff
genre: fluff, a bit suggestive (??)
word count: 1,4k
author's note: i enjoy writing about supernatural beings and monsters a little too much and halloween's right around the corner so here we are. i'm too obsessed with jjam hyunjin and the MV as a whole so these pics are gonna get used a lot, I'm sure 😇 oh and, do NOT pick up random bats.
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divider by @saradika
You never expected bats to be so docile and cooperative until you found an injured one on your way home from work. The little critter was looking awfully smug in the blanket mountain you arranged for him so he could have somewhere soft to rest after you took care of him.
You had expected him to start thrashing about, maybe even bite you but after you had thoroughly proved to him that you were not a threat by softly cooing at him on the side of the street, the little guy had simply let you pick him up in your gloved hands to carry him to your home without much fuss.
You sighed, carding your fingers through your hair as you observed the bat for any signs of lingering discomfort, but you only found him fighting to stay awake, his eyes droopy and slowly closing every now and then.
It must have been one hell of a day for the little guy, getting injured by who knows what and then getting essentially kidnapped (batnapped?) by a strange person.
“It’s okay. You can sleep. I’m not gonna move you around, nothing’s gonna hurt you” – you whispered to him in his blanket cove, and it almost seemed like he let out a sigh of relief before hesitatingly closing his eyes to get some much-needed rest.
You had placed him near the windowsill, so he could overlook your entire room and not feel claustrophobic or trapped while also being able to observe whatever you were doing in your room.
What you didn’t know was that Hyunjin was observing you for entirely different reasons. You assumed the bat would feel threatened by you, while he was anything but. His little bat heart thumped faster at the prospect of you fussing over him and taking care of his injuries. While he really wanted to fully enjoy having someone watch over him like this, his brain kept reminding him of the fact that he wasn’t just a random bat, he was a vampire that needed to feed on someone sooner or later. He would rather it be sooner, knowing how weak, cranky and irritated he gets if he doesn’t get his blood fix.
That could wait, however, because for now he sank into the many blankets you provided him with and drifted off into very vivid dreams of you.
Your dreams weren’t nearly as nice to you as they were to him, an uncomfortable weight was pressing into your body. Your chest felt heavy, leaving you breathless and giving way for the rising anxiety in you to increase tenfold. Before the nightmare could take you further into its cold embrace, you jolted awake, your head hitting something solid that was hovering above you.
You and the unidentified object both let out a groan at the same time, your eyes snapping open at the unfamiliar voice right in front of you.
A gorgeous man was kneeling on the side of your bed, pouting while rubbing the spot on his forehead where the two of you collided. While he was distracted, you let your eyes involuntarily wander, taking note of how the flowy silk shirt he was wearing revealed far too much of his chest and long neck. His skin was pale but perfect and looked soft to the touch.
You blinked to rid yourself of these thoughts.
“I’m really sorry, I didn’t mean to” – he was already standing again at the side of your bed, fiddling with the ends of his sleeves, biting into his plush lower lip nervously.
“It’s just… You helped me, and I am really thirsty. My mind just kinda thought that…”
“I helped you? How? Who even are you?”
At that, something in his face lit up and a small sheepish smile appeared. He continued fiddling with his sleeves but nodded towards the small mountain of blankets that was still by your windowsill and now entirely empty.
“I’m Hyunjin. The bat. Vampire?” – he sounded unsure himself.
“Were you trying to drink from me? While I was asleep?” – your hand instinctively reached up to touch the side of your neck that he had been eyeing for a while now. In your half-asleep state you thought that maybe you would have let him if he did.
“I-…uhm, I think so? Drink from you, yes but I’d much rather you consented to it than me… descending upon you while you’re unconscious or-“
“Do it, then.”
“Huh?”
“You said you were thirsty, right? So drink.”
Hyunjin’s mouth was slightly agape as he stood there gawking at you like you just told him to perform an entire circus act, so you patted your neck for good measure. His Adam’s apple moved as he gulped and moved his lithe body back onto your bed and as he came closer, you suddenly got increasingly more unsure about your own decision. Your hands uselessly grabbed the bedsheets as your pet bat turned vampire peered down at you from his kneeling position on the side of your bed.
“Are you really sure?” – he questioned in a silent voice as his eyes flitted between your face and your clenching hands.
“You can say no, you know. I know how to take care of myself”, his hand came to rest above yours, slightly massaging it as he spoke, “you taking care of me just did something to me. Something I haven’t felt in a couple of years. I don’t really want to leave but I’d hate to hurt you even more.”
The moonlight shining through your blinds made his gentle eyes seem all the more sweet and inviting, casting a soft glow around his head.
Lost for words, you nodded at him, signaling for him to continue but he wouldn’t have it, his bottom lip jutting out in a dramatic pout.
“You have to say it, darling” – he began to reposition his body to lay beside you, stretching out his long legs and propping up his head with his hand. His free hand reached out to caress your cheek and you wondered how you were supposed to say anything comprehensible if someone so beautiful and irresistible was touching you, albeit innocently.
“You can bite me, drink from me, whatever you want” – you answered him finally even if it was a bit shaky and a smile broke through his features.
“Let’s stop at drinking, hm?”
And then he was on you, the hand on your cheek now angling your head the other way so he could reach your neck the way that he wanted. The sensation of his plush lips coming into contact with your clammy skin in a gentle kiss made you gasp. Hyunjin let out a deep chuckle before his fangs punctured your neck.
The contrast between the harshness of his fangs and the loving hold he had on you made you even more dizzy than just the general bloodloss. You found that your hands had wandered from the bedsheets to the front of his shirt, tangling themselves into the silky fabric, unsure if they wanted to pull him closer or push him away.
It felt like an eternity had passed when he finally removed himself from you slowly but not before giving a tender kiss to the wound almost as if it was an apology.
“Thank you” – he licked his lips contently before moving to get up entirely. You didn’t want him to leave, your hands stayed twisted in his shirt. He giggled and you countered with a whine.
“Don’t go, Hyunjin… please.”
The vampire hadn’t expected you to be this needy after a simple bite but who was he to refuse?
“I’m not gonna leave, sweetheart. I drank from you, so it’s only right I make sure you don’t feel like shit in the morning, don’t you think? Let me take care of you.”
Well, when he put it like that. His words soothed the gnawing anxiety at the back of your head and your grip on him loosened, your eyes droopy and your body tired.
As you slowly drifted off to sleep, Hyunjin made sure to grab everything he needed to take care of you in the morning.
He grabbed the blankets from the windowsill and curled up beside your sleeping form, already giddy at the thought that you were fonder of him than he had originally assumed and that he could spend the morning with you.
And as he watched you sleep with fondness in his eyes and his heart calling out to you, he thought that maybe it was worth it to get into a fight with a random stray cat.
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Hiiiiii! I really love your work!!
Can i ask for number 20?
hello, love! thank you so much, and know that i see you interacting with my pieces and i truly appreciate it <3 also, at this point, i'm not even writing the prompts in order of the requests LOL so you get a fast pass, too! this bkg is always way too fun to write! i hope this one makes y'all smile.
(this is lightseoul's 2k milestone event ft. bakugou katsuki! to play, view the numbered list of prompts here, then simply send an ask with your chosen number and i'll whip something up!)
warnings. minors dni, please!
20. "THIS IS SUCH A WASTE OF TIME." (0.9k)
“…so just like the last time, i want you to relax, okay?”
from where he’s laying on top of your pristine king-sized bed, a half-naked bakugou only glowers at you, arms folded behind his head in such a way that makes his biceps oh so bitable. he’s radiating that domineering aura that he always gives off in any context, only this time it’s a little…
misplaced.
you reach out to touch him, dressed in nothing but your intimates as well, ultimately placing your hand on his inner thigh. you feel him immediately tense at the contact.
carressing the skin with soothing circles in attempt to calm him, you toss him a gentle smile. “just—let me make you feel good. alright, katsuki?”
“yeah, yeah,” he quips dismissively, rolling his eyes in nonchalance, comically juxtaposing the way his abdominal muscles and thighs are pulsing in what you’ve long identified as budding anticipation. “get on with it already.”
you bite back a laugh at his masked enthusiasm. the last thing you want is to make him feel embarrassed—you never want to make him feel bad, especially when you’re being intimate, and, well…
let’s just say you’ve been thinking about tonight ever since you broached the topic with him last week over dinner.
“katsuki…” you remember starting, nerves shot as you toyed with the leftover rice grains on your plate.
he looked up from where he sat across you on your dining table, eyebrows raised in question, wordlessly nudging you to go on.
“there’s something i’ve been wanting to try out,” you continued.
“…okay?”
“in bed.”
now, it’s not like you two are vanilla nor are you prudes—not that there’s anything wrong with that.
it’s just that the topic of sex makes you both flustered, and so talking about it is never an easy feat. but when curiosity and the burning need do get to either of you, you always made it a point to bring it up with the other.
the hand that was holding a glass of cold water froze mid-air at your statement, and you looked up at bakugou, whose gaze has averted from yours.
it probably took him a full minute or two to finally reply, not before clearing his throat like he always did when he felt awkward.
“what is it?”
“i want to top you,” you blurted out before you can think better against it. “…again.”
and when he didn’t say anything, you decided to just take the opportunity and press on.
“i know we never really talked about me topping again after that first time, but i figured that you liked it enough, based on how you—”
“—alright, alright,” he cut you off, a faint hue of pink high on his cheeks. “i get it.”
“so you’ll do it then?” you asked him then and there, excitement bleeding into your tone.
what felt like a few agonizing minutes passed before he finally nodded, an unreadable expression on his face. “not now, though. this friday, when i get off early.”
which brings you to now.
it’s bakugou’s voice, though, that actually brings you back to the present moment.
“are ya gonna get on with it or are you gonna keep on staring at me?”
you pull back and feel yourself flush at the call out, but will yourself to remain composed. you’re not about to let him steal your role for the night—you’ve fought hard enough to get to where you are right now.
“sorry,” you quickly retort, “before we start, though—”
he groans.
“—let’s go through the safe words first.”
“what am i, a fucking dumbass?” he sneers, traces of restlessness evident on his features that are extra pretty under the dim lights of your bedroom. “you don’t have to keep on repeating ‘em everytime we fuck.”
“it’s important that we reiterate them,” you argue, “especially for tonight, since we’re trying something new.”
for the nth time, bakugou rolls his eyes but relents, giving you a curt nod.
“so every now and then, i’ll ask you what color you’re at. green is for when you’re all good to continue, yellow is when you want to take a pause, and red is when—”
“—i want to stop, i know.”
“no questions asked—i’ll stop the minute you say red. so don’t hesitate to tell me, okay?”
“okay,” he tosses back so impatiently you’re now really struggling to keep a straight face. he shifts on his back and adjusts his boxer shorts, which, you observe are getting tighter by the second.
you haven’t even started, yet the mere thought of you topping him—however ambiguous that is—is turning him on.
bakugou must’ve noticed you looking and the slight upturn of the corner of your lips, because he shoots you a glare. “you done? god, this is such a waste of time.”
at that, you snort. “you’re not even gonna ask me what i’m gonna do?”
“how bad can it be?”
oh, dear.
the man is probably expecting you to just ride him.
you chance another look at your beautiful boyfriend, and a tidal wave of want washes over you so violently you almost stumble from where you’re seated at the bottom edge of the bed.
well.
it’s now or never, right?
and to hell with it if you can’t have him this way now.
taking a deep breath, you steel yourself for what you’re about to say next.
“…get on your knees, katsuki.”
his reply is almost instantaneous.
“what?”
to that, you shoot him the most innocent smile you can muster.
“‘cause i’m about to finger you.”
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hi girlll, i just love ur gavi fics, if your not busy could you write one with him and the reader, where they have an argument because he’s been really distant and she thinks he doesn’t love her anymore, so she moves away and he tries to get her back?? sorry it’s so long and a lil specific 💘
Distant Hearts~Pablo Gavi
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The evening was quiet, the air thick with tension as y/n sat across from Pablo in their shared apartment. He’d been distant for weeks — late nights, brief answers, a coldness she couldn’t ignore any longer.
Tonight, she decided to bring it up, to figure out where they stood, but his indifference to the conversation felt like a slap to the face.
y/n took a shaky breath, eyes fixed on the floor as she gathered her words. “Pablo… do you even want to be here anymore? Because lately, it feels like you don’t.”
His face stayed expressionless, a slight shrug his only response. “It’s… complicated.”
She looked up, anger rising at his detachment. “Complicated?” she laughed bitterly, the sound harsh in the quiet room. “That’s it? After everything, it’s just ‘complicated’?”
He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”
“I want you to tell me what happened,” she said, frustration leaking into her voice. “You used to talk to me, Pablo. You used to be here, not just physically, but actually here. Now, it’s like I’m living with a stranger.”
Pablo’s gaze fell to the floor, his silence digging deeper into the wound. “Things have been… difficult for me. I’m just trying to figure it out.”
“Figure it out?” she echoed, feeling a lump form in her throat. “What about me? Did you ever think about how I feel, wondering if you still care at all?”
His face softened for a moment, guilt flashing across his eyes, but he looked away quickly. “I didn’t mean for you to feel that way.”
“Then why didn’t you just talk to me?” her voice broke, and she felt a tear slip down her cheek. “I would’ve understood, Pablo. I love you, and I would’ve done anything to help you. But instead, you just shut me out.”
“I didn’t want to burden you,” he murmured, barely audible.
“A burden?” y/n shook her head, the words feeling hollow. “Being with you isn’t a burden. But you’ve made me feel like I am one.”
The silence stretched between them, heavy and suffocating. Pablo’s gaze was fixed on the ground, his fists clenched by his sides, but he said nothing, didn’t reach out, didn’t even try to bridge the gap between them.
Finally, y/n couldn’t take it anymore. She grabbed her coat and bag, her heart breaking with each step towards the door. “If you don’t want to fight for this, then I won’t stay and beg you to care.”
He looked up, surprise and something like regret flickering in his eyes, but still, he didn’t move. He stayed rooted in place as she opened the door and walked out, not stopping her, not even calling her name as the door clicked shut behind her.
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The weeks that followed were painfully quiet. y/n moved in with a friend, spending her days trying to keep busy, but the empty spaces where Pablo used to be haunted her. At night, the memories of his touch, his laugh, his voice — they filled the silence, refusing to let her move on.
But Pablo wasn’t faring any better. At first, he convinced himself it was for the best, that maybe he needed this space to figure himself out. Yet as days passed, the loneliness grew unbearable, gnawing at him in a way he couldn’t ignore.
Late one night, he found himself scrolling through old photos on his phone — pictures of the two of them laughing, y/n's face illuminated by sunlight, his arms wrapped around her. He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed her until now, how hollow everything felt without her there.
That night, after wrestling with his thoughts, he finally caved. He grabbed his phone, dialing her number with shaking hands, his heart pounding as it rang.
When she picked up, her voice was guarded. “Pablo?”
“y/n…” He paused, swallowing the lump in his throat. “I know this is probably the last thing you want to hear, but I can’t… I can’t stop thinking about you. I’m sorry. I’m so, so sorry for everything.”
Her silence was deafening, and he braced himself for her to hang up, to finally cut him off for good. But then, she sighed, the sound weary. “It’s been weeks, Pablo. Why now?”
He closed his eyes, guilt twisting in his chest. “Because I was stupid. I thought pushing you away would make things easier, but it’s just made everything worse. I miss you. I miss us.”
“Missing me doesn’t change what happened,” y/n said, her voice softer but laced with hurt. “You chose to push me away, to shut me out when I needed you.”
“I know, and I can’t tell you how much I regret it,” he replied, his voice raw. “Please… can we talk? I need to see you, to explain everything.”
There was a long pause, and for a moment, he thought you might refuse. But then, she sighed before speaking. “Fine. Tomorrow, at the café near the apartment.”
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The next day, he arrived at the café early, nerves clawing at him as he waited. When y/n finally walked in, looking hesitant and guarded, his heart broke all over again. She sat down, crossing her arms and fixing him with a steady gaze.
“Alright,” she said, her voice cold. “I’m here. Explain.”
He took a deep breath, gathering his thoughts. “I’ve been dealing with a lot of pressure lately, with everything after my injury and playing again, and I… I felt like I was failing, like I wasn’t enough. And I thought that maybe you’d be better off without me.”
Her expression softened slightly, but her voice remained firm. “So, instead of talking to me, you just… shut me out? How was that supposed to make things better?”
He looked down, shame washing over him. “I thought I was protecting you from my problems, that maybe if I distanced myself, you wouldn’t have to deal with my mess."
y/n shook her head, disbelief and frustration mingling in jer eyes. “Pablo, don’t you get it? I wanted to be there for you. I was ready to go through anything with you, no matter how hard. But instead, you made that choice for me. You left me alone, wondering if I’d done something wrong.”
He felt the weight of her words settle in his chest, heavy and suffocating. “I know,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I should have trusted you… I should’ve known that I could lean on you. But instead, I let my fears get the best of me. And I lost you because of it.”
Her gaze softened, though hurt was still etched in her features. “Do you even realize how much that hurt, Pablo? Watching you pull away, wondering if I meant anything to you anymore? I thought… I thought you stopped loving me.”
His head shot up, his eyes wide and filled with regret. “No. No, y/n, I never stopped loving you. Not for a second. I just… I got lost in my own head. I thought I was doing the right thing, giving you space to have a happier life, and I couldn’t see how wrong I was.”
She sighed, rubbing her temples as if the weight of the last few weeks was crashing down on her. “you don’t get to decide what’s best for me. That was never your choice to make. All I wanted was for us to be honest with each other, to face things together. But you shut me out, like I wasn’t enough for you to trust.”
He swallowed, feeling every word like a punch to his gut. “You’re right. I should’ve trusted you. I know I hurt you, and I don’t expect you to forgive me, but… I want to make things right. I want to be the person you deserve, if you’ll let me.”
For a moment, the silence between them was tense, stretching as they both processed the words left unsaid. y/n's fingers drummed nervously against the table, eyes cast downward, lost in thought.
“How do I know you won’t just shut me out again?” she asked quietly, her voice fragile, filled with the fear of being hurt once more.
Pablo reached across the table, his fingers brushing against hers. Sje didn’t pull away, but she didn’t lean into his touch either.
“Because losing you made me realize how much I need you. I’ve spent these weeks replaying everything in my head, realizing just how much I took you for granted. I promise, I’ll never shut you out again. I’ll fight for us, every single day. Just… give me a chance to prove it to you.”
She looked at him, the vulnerability in his eyes pulling at her heart. “Pablo… you have to understand. This wasn’t easy for me. I loved you, I still do, but I’m scared. You broke my trust, and I don’t know if it’s something I can just forget.”
He nodded, squeezing her hand gently. “I don’t expect you to forget. I’ll do whatever it takes to rebuild that trust, to show you that I’m serious. If it takes months, years, whatever… I’ll wait. I’ll do it right.”
A part of her wanted to believe him, to take his hand and go back to the way things were, but another part — the part still wounded and wary — held her back.
Her hand tightened slightly around his, and he took that as a sign, a glimmer of hope. “I miss you,” she whispered, almost too quietly. “I miss the way things used to be. But I’m scared, Pablo. Scared that I’ll come back and you’ll hurt me again.”
He shook his head, his voice firm but gentle. “You won’t lose me again. I’ll make sure of it. I’ll talk to you, be honest with you, even when things are hard. I won’t let my fears come between us anymore.”
Taking a deep breath, she nodded slowly. “I’ll think about it. I need time, and I need to see that you’re serious. If we’re going to try again, we need to take it slow.”
A faint smile broke through his serious expression, relief shining in his eyes. “I can do that. As slow as you need, I’m here for it.”
After a pause, she added softly, “And if we do this, we’re in it together. No more shutting each other out, no more making decisions alone. I need to know that you’re really here.”
“I promise,” he replied, his voice filled with sincerity. “I’m here, y/n. I’m not going anywhere.”
The conversation hung in the air, a fragile hope between the two of them. And though there was still a long way to go, a piece of her felt the weight lifting, knowing he was ready to fight for her— for both of them.
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Jerking off with your thoughts
Warnings: 18+ ONLY // MDNI — fem! student reader, slightly yandere Gojo reader’s age is 18, teacher x student
His chest heaving with desire as he thought about your small, delicate body.
He could already imagine your petite frame beneath him, your tiny hands trembling as he took your virginity. His cock is getting more challenging, the veins throbbing with lust as he continued to stroke himself off, his mind consumed by you
“Ugh, I need to be inside you, Y/N-chan, to feel your tight, small pussy wrapped around my cock,” he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. His breathing ragged, he quickened the pace of his hand on his shaft, the pleasure almost overwhelming as he thought about taking her innocence.
“But I shouldn’t think about this, right?” he growled, his hand moving faster, his cock growing harder with each passing second. his cum was oozing out of his cock’s tip. “You are my student, and I am your sensei. yet, I can’t help but want you more and more with each fucking passing day.”
His eyes locked onto the image of you in his mind, your delicate features twisted in pleasure and pain. It only turned him on more, his cock throbbing with the need to be inside you.
“Fuck morals- I want to make you moan, Y/N-chan, to feel your sweet pussy clench around my cock as I thrust into you,” he groaned, the words spilling from his lips like a prayer. His cock was hard as steel now, his balls drawing up as he teetered on the edge of climax.
“I don’t care what those old geezers or the others will say, I’m going to have you and I’m not going to let anyone but me touch you or even look at you-!”
he growled, the words fueling his pleasure as he pictured your cute moans. His hand moved faster, the pleasure building inside him like a storm.
he wishes you were here right now.
“I’ll make you mine, Y/N, even if it’s the last thing I do. Whether you want or not,” he promised, his voice raw with desire. His cock throbbed in his hand, the pleasure almost unbearable as he thought about fucking you in every way possible
his eyes flickered, his body convulsing as his chest heaved with the force of his orgasm. his hot semen shot out, coating his stomach
His cock throbbing with the intensity of his release. His mind was a whirlwind of emotions, thoughts of you still dancing in his mind as he rode the wave of pleasure.
“Fuck, I wish it was your tight pussy wrapped around my cock instead of my hand,” he groaned, the words thick with lust. His cock softened slightly, but the desire in his eyes remained, burning with intensity and longing
He took a deep breath, and just then, the door to his room swung open; his eyes widened in shock when he saw you...
Damn it! Didn’t you know you’re not supposed to enter someone’s room without knocking-!?
“Gojo-Sensei! Yaga-Sensei is calling you, you’re late for the meeting again-KYA! I-I’M SO SORRY, SENSEİ- I-I’M LEAVİNG-!”
When you saw him like that, after a short shock, you covered your face with your hands in shame and immediately left the room; you were so embarrassed.
Gojo’s surprise was replaced by amusement, a mischievous grin formed on his face and he chuckled under his breath at your hasty escape. God, you were too cute for your own good.
“hehe~”
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animal
chapter 2.5
friendly reminder that i am not a writer, i'm just a girl who loves logan howlett and wanted to write something exploring his animalistic side since i so rarely see it done. my first language is also not english, so please do not be rude when giving me any feedback.
warnings: mentions of killing, logan’s pov, this isn’t a full chapter it’s more like an interlude
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logan doesn’t like the room you put him in. the scent of you lingers but only faintly, and he grows restless without it to calm him. he misses you, the pretty girl who washed him and fed him. you were nice to him and you smelled safe, like home.
he hasn’t had a home in a long time. he knows that, the way he knows so little else, the way he knows how to breathe and how to walk, the way he knows his name is logan. you had spoken his name and he’d felt it, like a physical thing, a pounding emptiness in his head paired with a relief that punched him so hard he thought he might fall over.
he whimpers, shifting his position as though he’ll be able to better pick up your scent somehow, but no matter how much he squirms, the comfort of your scent still doesn’t appear.
he growls and leaps out of bed, onto his bare feet. this is ridiculous and he won’t deal with it any longer. he’s going to find you.
he sniffs his way towards your bedroom, where your scent is the strongest, though it lingers around the whole house, soothing and perfect in a way that makes him want to stay here forever. he opens the door, copying how he’d seen you do it earlier, and he’s pleased with himself for making note of it, since it’s coming in handy now.
you’re asleep, eyes shut and mouth parted just slightly. your body is covered with layers of fluffy fabric that he wishes weren’t there so he could see all of you better, but he knows you’re not like him, can smell it on you, and that means you run colder. but right now you’re warm under the covers and peaceful as you dream. good.
logan settles down on the floor, somewhere he can watch both you and the door, make sure no one comes in to hurt you. you took care of him, so now he’s going to protect you. it’s what he’s made for, strong and ruthless.
he’s killed before, though he can’t remember doing it, can’t remember the faces of those he killed or the way they stared at him in fear or anger as they died. it’s instinctual, a violent craving for blood, and he’s ready to do it again, to do it now, for you.
she would be a good mate, logan thinks.
you can do all the things he can’t. you’re soft and sweet and manage to calm his restless mind through only your presence. you’re clearly a homemaker, would be a good mom to raise his pups.
but this means he needs to prove himself to you too, means he needs to show you that he can be a good mate. so he vows to protect you. it’s something he can offer you that you don’t already have.
he doesn’t need to sleep, not as much as you do. it’s in your scent, all the parts of him that don’t apply to you, things that you need that he doesn’t. and he can make sure you get everything you need, he can make sure you’re always healthy and happy and don’t need to worry about a thing.
you will sleep, rest so your body is refreshed for tomorrow, and he will stay up and keep watch.
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An Arranged Marriage, part 19
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M!troll x f!reader
1.4 k words
No one enjoys a hangover, but especially when it’s combined with messy feelings.
(I am feral over my own character, ask box is always open for talking about my writing or just monster fucking in general!)
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“My head” Zen whined at you and attempted to bury his face into your hair.
You reached up to pat his head, “You had quite a night”.
“I feel awful, this is why I do not drink”.
“Yeah, I didn’t think you were that drunk until you stood up and tried to get into bed last night, the wine must have hit you all at once when you stood up”.
“I feel like I got hit over the head”.
You rolled over to face him, grimacing at the way your back stuck to him for a moment and the crusty feeling on your skin. “Besides waking up hung over, did you enjoy it?” you asked.
“What? Hearing how incredible you sounded? Looking up and seeing your beautiful face all flushed? Tasting and smelling you? Feeling your thighs against my face and how you came on my tongue? I enjoyed you very much”.
You face was red hot and you buried it into his chest, this time not minding the cum still there.
“Are you embarrassed?” his words were soft in your ear, “Because you should not be. I could have spent all night kneeling before you and worshipping you”.
“You’re still drunk” you muttered.
“No, not any more. I simply want my wife to know how desirable I find her”.
You stayed quiet, not really sure how to respond. Not being used to Zen, or anyone else for that matter, ever being that intense.
“I am sorry” he apologized, sensing your discomfort, “I thought- never mind”. His voice fell and you felt his grip on you tighten a bit before he withdrew from you.
The two of you sat in silence for a moment, unsure how to proceed but Zen was no longer purring.
“How about I get you something for your head?” you offered, trying to break the uncomfortable mood that had settled in.
“You do not have to” he responded.
“Your head hurts, right? So let me help you”.
“Thank you”.
You got up and for the first time that week his touch did not linger on you. He had never tired to keep you from getting up, but normally he would keep his hands on you as long as possibly until he could no longer reach you as you got up. His sudden disinterest stung.
Trying to ignore it you busied yourself with the same medicine Zen made up for you when you did not feel well, mixing the powder with cool water and trying to stir all the lumps out. You also took a moment to light the hearth and start heating water for tea.
His back was to you when you brought him over the medicine so you gently tapped his shoulder to get his attention. He rolled over, sat up and accepted the medicine with a quick “thank you”.
You leaned in to kiss his forehead as you had gotten into the habit over the past week. Usually Zen met you half way, nuzzling against your kiss so you each could expression affection in the way that felt natural to you. This time he remained still.
As you pulled away you felt the tears welling up in your eyes. You had wanted to just calmly ask what was wrong, what you might have done or said to cause such a sudden shift, but quickly emotion overwhelmed you instead.
Before you could register what happened he had pulled you down onto the bed next to him, his arms wrapped tightly around you. “Hey, what is wrong?” he sounded panicked.
You sniffled, gulping down air and unable to get words out you just wailed into his chest.
“It is ok, I have you” and you felt his tusk bump against your face in his clumsy and panicked attempt to nuzzle you.
“Are you mad at me?” you finally managed to get out.
“Mad? Of course not”.
“Then why did you get so cold all of a sudden?”
“I believe I misread the situation and it hurt a little, that is all. But I did not mean to upset you”.
“Of course I’m upset, you suddenly wanted nothing to do with me” you sniffled.
“I just- yesterday, yesterday was nice, and I do not mean just the physical part. I do not think we had ever just sat and talked like that before, like how we just laid in bed drinking together. It felt nice. It felt close.
“And I do not know how you see me, but I think I might have misread things this morning.
“I do not think you look at me the same way I look at you, and that is alright. I will never ask for more than you are willing to give, it just did not feel good to realize it”.
Your heart sank. You were not entirely sure what you did to make him think that, but he sounded so crushed, and he was still the one comforting you instead.
“I’m sorry” you instinctively nuzzled against his chest, it was amazing how fast it had just became habit to do so.
“It is ok if you do not feel the same. I will meet you where you are at” he assured you.
You wrapped your arms around his middle, practically pulling yourself into his lap, “How do you feel then?”
“I have felt happy. It has been nice to wake up and not be alone, to come home to someone. And over the last week it has been nice to just be close, and I thought it was what you wanted too last night, but I see I am mistaken”.
“Is it because I turned you down last night?”
“What? No!” he seemed offended, “I have some gaps in my memory, so I do not remember that, and I am sorry if I made you uncomfortable, but I am not upset if you did not want to sleep with me”.
“What is it that you wanted then?”
“This morning I wanted to lay with you and tell you how much I enjoy having you in my life in any capacity, and I started to tell you and you just froze. You stop talking or reacting and seemed so uncomfortable, so I stopped”.
“And shut me out”.
“Yes, I am allowed to be hurt or disappointed, I thought my wife may actually want a relationship that was more than just in name, so when you stopped responding when I starting telling you that it did not exactly feel good”.
“I didn’t realize that’s what you meant” you said softly.
“What did you think I meant?”
“I don’t know! You were talking about last night and I just assumed you meant like a physical desire, and it was just sort of intense how you were talking. I didn’t know how to respond”.
“Then why did you not say something then?”
“I don’t know, it was just a lot. Why didn’t you say anything?”
“Because I was worried! And hurt! I felt so rejected” he sounded so broken, “I was trying to be romantic and tell you how I felt because I’ll thought you felt the same way”.
“Since when?”
“Since when what?”
“Since when did you feel like that?”
“The bandit camp, when I accepted Tsov’ka gift without a second thought. Because the fear of someone harming you, or losing you, scared me enough to not even think about the repercussions. I realized that I truly wanted you in my life as a constant presence, romantic or not, and then when you wanted to stay here and started being affectionate I got my hopes up that maybe you might want to have an actual relationship too”.
“I do”.
“What?”
“I do want to get to know you, and actually have a relationship, I thought we were already doing that”.
You felt his arms tighten around you and finally heard him purring again.
“I am looking forward to courting my wife then” he said.
“I think we’re doing it out of order then”.
“I do not care. I am going to court my wife and get to know you because we did not get to choose each other before, but I want to choose you now, and I hope you choose me too if given the chance”.
You kissed his chest and nuzzled him, “I’d like that. Now take the medicine and I’m going to see if there’s any water left if the kettle for tea or if it all boiled away”.
“I am never drinking again”.
“Do you want to hear everything you did and said drunk?”
“Oh spirits”.
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Raspberry Leaves
Chapter 15
Thorin Oakenshield x AFAB!Reader
Summary: It's the morning after, and the long-dreaded visitor has finally made an appearance. Luckily, Thorin has just the cure. However, resuming the journey has forced you to wonder once again: What is this new relationship you share with Thorin, and how long will it last?
Warnings: no use of y/n, angst, 18+, NSFW, minors do not interact, mentions of menstruation, mentions of period sex (not described in much detail lol sorry), angst, allusion to breeding/pregnancy kink
Author's Note: I know this one took a while, so thank you so much for your patience! Life has been crazy lately with my job and writing my own book so I couldn't give this story as much of my attention as I'd like. However, I've already started on the next chapter and have plenty of fun things to come!
Word count: 1833
When morning comes, you wake up aching. An aching no longer only for Thorin, but because of him. You haven’t even moved a muscle and you can already feel the soreness between your legs. And not just between your legs. In your back, and low in your belly. Sharp contractions come in waves pulling you from a blissful sleep.
A telltale sign of what is to come. Your monthly pains have returned, no doubt thanks to Thorin’s steadfast dedication to keeping you fed and well nourished. For the first time in ages, you feel safe and cared for, which means your uterus is ready to riot.
With a groan you roll over onto your side, nuzzling deeper into Thorin’s warm chest. His breath hitches with the movement and you feel him start to stir beside you.
Still clinging to the haze of sleep you refuse to open your eyes just yet as strong arms wrap tighter around you. Maybe if you pretend to be asleep you won’t have to get back on the road just yet. Deep down you know as soon as you step out of this room everything will have to go back to normal. Save for a few knowing glances and snickers from Kili and Fili. You’ll pretend as if nothing has changed between the two of you and Thorin will do the same.
That’s the way you need it to be.
But that doesn’t mean you can’t hold onto this feeling for just a little while longer.
Thorin’s lips brush against your forehead, pressing a gentle kiss to your hairline.
“I know you’re awake,” he murmurs.
“Am not,” you insist, stifling a yawn. “I’m still asleep, and not at all sore.”
He chuckles softly, running his fingers through your hair splayed out across the pillow beneath you.
“Apologies,” his voice rumbling through his chest sends tingles down your spine. “I got a little carried away last night.”
“You should be, but it isn’t that,” reluctantly you reach a hand up to wipe the sleep from your eyes as you blink up at him. “If you hadn’t insisted on feeding me every chance you got I wouldn’t feel like someone’s using my womb for target practice.”
You can practically hear the gears turning in his head as he’s silent for a moment.
“Oh, I see,” he finally says with a laugh. His hand playing with your hair travels down your naked body to rest over your pelvis, his fingers gently pressing into the muscles of your angry uterus. The warmth of his hand is a soothing relief and you hum as he massages slow circles into your abdomen.
“Do you need anything?” he asks but you just shake your head.
“I have plenty of rags, I should be fine.”
The sun has started to stream through the dusty window above you. Dust particles float in the air as the light touches the worn floorboards. You both watch in a comfortable silence as the sun beams gradually shift from a gentle orange to a brighter yellow. “Most of the others will be up by now,” Thorin says and you stubbornly squeeze your eyelids shut again.
“Good for them,” you grumble, refusing to move just yet.
But despite your whines of protest, Thorin reluctantly slips from the bed with an apologetic kiss to your cheek.
“I’ll bring some breakfast and hot water to clean you up,” he says as he starts to pull his clothes back on. “You should start getting dressed.”
He disappears out the door before you can warn him not to get his hopes up.
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Thorin does indeed return with food and hot water. And he’s not the least bit surprised to find you still in the same spot he left you, moments away from falling back asleep.
He knows better than to try and argue with you in this state, so instead he just pulls back the covers and runs a warm, wet rag along your inner thighs to clean up the sticky mess.
Despite his urgency to get back on the road soon, he manages to get side tracked while his hands are already between your legs. And within minutes he has you writhing and moaning atop the mattress, now very much awake and wet for a completely different reason.
“I do believe you’ve finally found the best relief for menstrual pain,” you tell him breathlessly as you begin dressing yourself.
“Second best,” he corrects you with a grunt as he shoves the rest of your scattered things into your respective bags.
You lift a brow at him in confusion, tossing him his shirt you slept in to swap it out for one of your own. As comfortable as it is, wearing it the rest of the day would be as good as announcing to the rest of the company that you and Thorin were intimate the night before.
Thorin catches the shirt, his eyes locked on yours as he says: “you can’t bleed if your belly is already full with a child.”
Then he goes back to packing like he didn’t just drop a metaphorical boulder on your head, causing your core to clench in an entirely different way.
“What did you say?” your voice comes out as a squeak as you clutch your shirt to your bare chest.
He rises to his feet, towering over you as he takes a step closer, his scent overpowering your lungs as a chill runs down your spine.
“You heard me,” his voice rumbles low in his chest. “And I would if you asked.”
“What?” you blink up at him, your mind too cloudy to think straight.
“If you asked me,” he brings a hand to your bare arm, tracing his fingers across your skin, “I would give you a child. My child. I’d fill you with my seed until I was sure it took, so you’d never bleed again.”
Your mouth opens and closes a few times. You can’t think, let alone form a coherent sentence at his implication. But before you can settle on anything to say, a knock comes from the door.
Neither of you move, maintaining unblinking eye contact, until the knocking gets more persistent.
Thorin finally breaks away from you, suppressing a knowing smirk at your shocked expression. Finally snapping out of your daze as he moves towards the door, you quickly pull on your shirt as he undoes the lock.
“What is it?” he grunts, pulling the door open just enough that you can see Kili standing in the hallway with his hands covering his eyes.
“Are you both decent?” he asks and Thorin rolls his eyes.
“If we say no will you leave?” you finish pulling the rest of your clothes on as Kili hazards a peek through his fingers. Seeing you both fully clothed and on opposite sides of the room he lets out an exaggerated sigh of relief.
“The rest of the company is ready,” he informs the two of you and Thorin grunts in understanding before looking over his shoulder at you. With a nod you grab your pack, tossing Thorin’s to him as well. “We’re ready.” You push past the two of them, heading for the stairs to rejoin the others.
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You remain silent for most of the day's journey. Thorin’s words continue bouncing around in your mind.
Did he really mean what he said? Or was he just joking? You can’t tell which you want to be true. Heat rushes to your cheeks at the image of him dripping down your thighs, only for him to scoop his seed back inside you, so as to not waste a single drop.
But then the more logical side of you kicks in, and you think about what comes after. You, pregnant with Thorin’s child. His heir. If the two of you were anyone else it wouldn’t seem so crazy. But that’s not the case.
He’s a king, marching to reclaim his kingdom.
And you’re… you. You might come from a good family but you’re still only half a dwarf. As soon as your quest is complete you’ll be setting out on the road again. Once your family is laid to rest there will be nothing left keeping you in Erebor. It will no longer be your home and you will be destined to continue wandering Middle Earth for as long as there is still breath in your lungs.
Besides, even if Thorin suffered from a bout of temporary insanity and asked you to stay there would be no point. He’s not your childhood friend anymore. That dwarven prince was lost to you long ago. He has a duty to fulfill, and you have…well whatever you want.
And what you want is definitely not to be a king’s whore. You refuse to be the plaything he keeps poorly hidden in the shadows of the mountain.
You are too uncivilized to be his queen, and too prideful to be his mistress so this thing between you will only end as badly as it did the last time you parted ways.
The rest of the company must sense your inner turmoil today because none of them bother you once you continue back on the main road. Either that or Thorin already warned them about the return of your monthly visitor. The Dwarves take turns silently handing you snacks when you start to feel irritable. And when you stop to make camp for the night, Oin boils some raspberry leaves he picked to brew into a tea for you to sip by the fire.
The others are in much better spirits after a good night’s rest. As you wrap yourself in a blanket, clutching your tea at the edge of the fire’s glow, the others talk and laugh jovially. Even Thorin joins in, swapping stories with your kin. He’s in a much better mood than you’ve seen him in since… well ever. His scowl has been replaced with hearty laughter and a grin that lights up his face. Every so often he glances over at you as if he needs to keep assuring himself that you’re still close by.
You give him a small smile of reassurance but still can’t bring yourself to join the rest of the group. The tea Oin brewed has helped ease your cramps, and the rest of the company has already ensured that you’ve more than eaten your fill for the evening. But it’s not pain or fatigue that keeps you from joining in.
As the fire illuminates him before you, an ache builds in your chest. An ache so strong you can’t suppress it any longer. Just because you know how this journey has to end, it doesn’t stop you from wishing things could go differently. It only makes it that much more painful when you realize Thorin is starting to look at you the same way he did before the dragon came. Like nothing in all of Middle Earth could separate the two of you.
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König's Haunted House Disaster
Inspired by @machveil 's post HERE and my little blorbo of König punching out recruits HERE, I figured that for the day before Halloween I should write about just what exactly went down on the night Horangi, Hutch and Askel took König to a haunted house.
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12:00 - Ten Hours Before the Ban
"Hey König! You gotta check this out!" Horangi called across the cafeteria, enthusiastically waving his phone as he jogged over.
König, already tired of what Horangi was about to say, simply grunted when the Korean man slid into the seat beside him. He tried his best to convey just how tired he was, but it was to no avail as Horangi eagerly crowded into his personal space to show him his crack phone screen.
"You really should get that replaced," König grumbled as Horangi shuffled closer.
"You sound like my Mom," Horangi commented before pressing play on the video.
König winced at the volume as Horangi hurriedly turned it down with a whispered 'Sorry!'.
"You really are a useless-"
"Look!" Horangi jammed his finger at a small sign in the video.
König leaned in and squinted.
"Horangi, my eyes are good but they're not that good. Can you just tell me what it says?"
"This place is near our base!" Horangi explained, "let's get a few guys and we'll go!"
"You want to go to a... A scary house?" König asked curiously.
"A haunted house König," Horangi sniffed, "seriously you moved from Germany over ten years ago and you still don't know what a haunted house is?"
König huffed, "My mind blanked. I know what they are."
"Yeah sure, keep telling yourself that," Horangi drawled before switching tabs to get to a poorly formatted website, "now look, tickets are cheap here. It's only five euros to get in!"
For a moment, König's eyes sparkled.
"Only five euros?" he muttered, "that's not too bad... I could be convinced."
"If we go to the shwarma place fist would that help?"
"... Maybe."
"Alright I'll tell Hutch," Horangi swung his legs from out of the bench.
König watched, slightly stunned, as Horangi swaggered away to the other cafeteria.
"Aren't you going to have lunch with me?" König asked.
Horangi turned to look over his shoulder and scoffed, "Nah, I've got shit to do. I wanna go, but if we don't get enough of a crowd it's just not worth it."
König narrowed his eyes, "Was I only asked to boost numbers?"
Horangi shrugged, "Why are you worried?"
"Don't you consider me a friend?" König asked bitterly.
"Yeah," Horangi said, "but you always push the chair back in the car until it hits my knees."
"Then drive," König stated.
"I don't need you on my case too," Horangi grumbled and walked away, leaving König to sit with an empty tray in front of him.
He glared at the gleaming steel.
"Did I really eat it all that fast?"
17:00 - Five Hours Before the Ban
Hutch took a long swig of water before dropping his arm to his lap. He waved at König fondly, "Hey there."
König waved back curtly and picked up a dumbbell before sitting on a bench and starting his bicep curls.
"You doing another set?" Hutch asked.
"Why not?" König shrugged.
"That's what I keep telling myself, but then I strain something," Hutch laughed, "you best watch yourself old man."
"I am not old!" König grumbled, "I only just turned thirty a month ago."
"You're in your thirties. You're old," Hutch smirked.
"You're what, twenty-nine?" König huffed.
"Twenty-seven and eleven months, thank you," Hutch replied.
"Oh so you'll be old soon enough," König snorted.
Hutch shook his head and wiped a blue towel over her forehead, "Nah, once I hit thirty then thirty-five is old."
"Oh," König rolled his eyes, "I see. So I won't be old for long."
"Did I say thirty-five? I meant thirty-one" Hutch took another sip of water.
"You're worse than Horangi," König puffed as he neared the end of his rep.
"König," Hutch glared down his nose at the bigger man, "nobody's as bad as Horangi."
König put the dumbbell by his feet and set his timer before he admitted, "Maybe not."
"Speaking of Horangi though," Hutch started stretching his arms over his chest, "I heard that he invited you to come out with us?"
"Word really does go around fast here," König muttered.
"When it's with Horangi? Sure does. But seriously man," Hutch eased into a good stretch, "are you coming?"
König drummed his fingers on his thigh as he felt his heart rate relax. He turned his head from side to side and then said, "Why not. I don't have anything else to do."
"Then I guess we got you on a good day," Hutch smiled.
"'We'? I thought this was a Horangi thing," König glanced over at his friend.
"Well, I gave Horangi the idea, but he was the one who really made it happen," Hutch explained, "I was hoping we might schedule something for next week or whatever, but Horangi's too impulsive to wait."
"Strange. When we were out in Iraq I saw him line up a shot for three hours," König shook his head, "but that man works in weird ways. I don't think I'll ever understand him."
"Funny, 'cause he says the same things about you," Hutch commented.
König was about to say something when his timer went off.
"Another rep, big guy?"
König nodded and picked up the dumbbell again, "Always another."
20 :00 - Two Hours Until the Ban
"Oh my God this is so good."
"See? I told you it would be."
"Okay but I saw you flicking mould off a peach last week," Horangi rolled his eyes as he stuffed another forkful of shwarma in his mouth, "your definition of 'good' is fucked."
König bristled as Hutch and Aksel laughed quietly behind him. He glared at the two, but it only served to worse Aksel's giggling.
"It was just a tiny bit," he explained.
"It was not a tiny bit," Aksel snickered, "that was the peach that Stiletto forgot in her locker."
König paled, "Was it really?"
"Yeah?" Aksel shook his head mirthfully, "I mean, it was set out on the counter for a reason."
"I thought..." König trailed off as he turned to glare at his hands.
"Whatever you thought," Hutch interjected, "it was just stupid. Like come on man, it was smellin' and everything!"
König wrinkled his nose, "I don't think it smelled that bad."
"You know you nearly gave Stiletto a heart attack," Horangi added on.
König smiled beneath his hood, "Well, I suppose I'll have to tell her I'm sorry."
"Oh cut the crap," Horangi gruffed, "you just wish you saw her face too."
König nodded from side to side as the others laughed.
It wasn't often that the men could get off base for a bit, but by pulling König's rank card (Horangi swore that wasn't the reason he was invited) and explaining a few things away, they managed to be able to get some time out to look around and enjoy the city. It took about an hour to drive to the shwarma shop, but at least it seemed to be a hit with the whole team. König was glad to at least provide something to the trip. He hated to admit it, but even then he was anxious about appearing good enough for his team.
"So," Horangi put his plastic fork down, "In about fifteen minutes, what do you guys think about heading out to the haunt?"
"Fine by me," Aksel nodded as Hutch swallowed a bite of his wrap, nodding in agreement.
"Alright. König? You cool with that?" Horangi turned to look at the tall Austrian.
"Should be fine," König nodded, "I mean, it might be a bit late, but..."
"We'll be fine," Hutch shut him down quickly, "don't worry about it man."
"I mean, it's just it's a long drive, and-"
"König! If the numbers guy says it'll be fine, then it'll be fine," Aksel sighed.
Horangi patted his shoulder, "Trust us. It'll be fine."
König sighed and relaxed into the seat. He didn't trust them, not in the slightest, but the least he could do was pretend.
21:00 - One Hour Until the Ban
The group of four man stood outside the farmhouse, looking up and down at the dilapidated building. Fog rolled from the windows with winding screams into the night. Occasionally, a bright red flash would come from the top left window. Cheap cobwebs were woven over the ground, littered with tiny plastic spiders that glowed in the green light coming from the front porch.
"You gettin' scared at all?" Horangi grinned as he looked between the others.
"Pft, it looks cheap," Aksel crossed his arms, "saw way better when I was a kid."
"I think that's positivity bias there, Aksel," König muttered, earning himself a short nod from Hutch.
"I think we might've wasted our time honestly," Hutch frowned as he gave the building another once-over.
"Oh come on," Horangi groaned, "we haven't even been inside. It might be a lot of fun!"
"Fun?" Askel shook his head and tutted condescendingly, "in this place? I doubt it."
Hutch glared at the offending building behind a pair of sunglasses.
"The website made it look so much better," Hutch complained bitterly as he squared his shoulders back.
Watching Horangi's face fall, König couldn't help but kick himself for being so negative to the place. Without another word, he put a hand on Horangi's shoulder and cocked his head to the side.
"Maybe it might be better on the inside, don't you think?" he offered his friend.
Horangi smiled back brightly, "See! König has the right idea!"
König shrivelled under the judgmental glare of the others. He hated how they looked almost disappointing in him for trying to stand up for Horangi. Really, even if the haunt was just for kids, what was the harm in having fun with it?
"Well hey, they say there's only groups of two here," Horangi pointed at a poorly painted sign, "so I'll go with König and you two buzzkills go with each other."
Aksel rolled his eyes, but threw an arm around the taller man to his left, "Alright, looks like we're together."
"Get your arm off of me," Hutch grumbled.
Not keen to be dragged down by the others, König decided to follow Horangi to the front steps of the home.
Strangely, as König drew closer, he couldn't help but feel that age-old familiar tingle in his chest. Something about the house set him on edge. He didn't want to admit it, but the house certainly unnerved him. He had the feeling something horribly dreadful waited for him inside.
"You know, now that the other two are gone, I'm really digging the vibes here," Horangi elbowed König lightly.
"Ja," König replied stiffly, "it is different without them."
Horangi looked up at his friend skeptically. After observing him carefully, a sly smile slid across Horangi's face.
"Getting a bit spooked, big guy?" Horangi asked.
König snorted, "No, of course not."
"Sure," Horangi drawled, "whatever you say."
König turned to glare, but they were already being called up.
As he stepped up to the ticket taker, he noticed the man turning to an actor and whispering. He tried to ignore how they both seemed to focus more on him than Horangi before the smaller scare actor was shooed off.
As they walked into the house, Horangi worsened his fears when he blithely commented, "They really seemed to be looking at you back there. I wonder why."
König felt positively dreadful.
21:30 - Half an Hour Until the Ban
König looked around him nervously. About five minutes ago, Horangi had disappeared from his side. He could hardly believe it. One minute Horangi was chatting away and the next he was gone. He didn't even really know when he lost the man, he'd long-since tuned out his rambling. Now, he wished he were paying more attention.
Now that he was alone, König couldn't help but notice all the sounds more. The screams pressed on his ears as the rattling of chains snaked through his feet. Sometimes he swore he heard someone panting in his ear, but when he turned there was only the low green light guiding him forwards.
With each step he took, he felt like he was passing through thick webs. Occasionally, thick tarps would block his vision and he'd have to push forward. He tried his best to not let his heart rate spike, but something had him on edge.
A part of him was kicking himself for being in any way, shape or form affected by the house. It was just a haunted house, it was all fake. He'd seen real horror, so why did this get to him? What was it that had his skin crawling?
He didn't know but it just kept getting worse.
König pushed past a curtain of rusted chains to enter what looked like the remnants of a kitchen. In the strobing red lights, he could see blood splatters cake the walls. The shine of metal on the walls clued him in to the knives wallpapering the room. His knees felt weak when he finally noticed the centre of the room.
There, lying down strapped to the dining room, a woman watched him with bright white eyes.
König couldn't help himself as he dashed into the next room.
Those eyes, bright white, staring directly at him, they petrified him like no other. He felt them boring into him, even as he left. He spared a glance behind him and nearly collapsed when he saw the woman turn her head 180 degrees to follow him.
He slammed the next door shut behind him, swallowing him in darkness.
21:45 - Fifteen Minutes Until the Ban
König panted as he slumped against the door. He held his chest tightly, welcoming the darkness around him. Finally he could get away from those eyes. In this darkness, nobody could ever see him.
König closed his eyes and sighed.
When he opened them, a small candle lit the room, revealing the contents to him for the first time.
When he looked around, he wanted to scream.
Mirrors. There were mirrors everywhere. Some as big as him, some smaller than his thumbnail. Ton and tons of mirrors all glinting back at him.
He could see his form slowly distorting in the candlelight. Old memories rushed through him and he trampled forth, knocking down a couple of mirrors in the process and shattering them on the ground.
21:50 - Ten minutes Until the Ban
König ran until he collided into a wall and stumbled back. Now in the low red lights he could see everything around him.
From the room of mirrors he'd walked into a small pioneer classroom. To his horror, every single pair of eyes was on him. He tried walking one way, and the 'students' turned their heads. He walked the other way and they followed him. He glanced around in widening horror as he realized the only exit was at the back of the room.
Without another thought, he pushed forth.
21:55 - Five Minutes Until the Ban
König didn't know why he ever agreed to come here. This place was nothing but a house of torture. He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry, he wanted to do anything he could to escape. Any exit he saw only took him further and further into the maze.
How was a small farmhouse so big? It felt endless in here. Each turn brought him new horrors, new eyes staring at him. He tried to get away, but he could feel their eyes on him constantly, watching him run, watching him stumble, watching him as he desperately tried to find an escape.
He barely took in his surroundings as he charged through the building. He could hear something being shouted, could hear footsteps crashing down behind him but he just kept pushing forth. He needed to do anything he could to get away. He could feel his throat tightening and his heart pounding as he ripped down a curtain to get by.
He stumbled through into another black room and felt himself shut down.
21:58 - Two Minutes Until the Ban
The room was silent. Nothing from the outside came in. It was cold, terribly cold. Never had he been so cold. Why was he so cold?
He heard a door unlock, and footsteps step in.
21:59 - One Minute Until the Ban
"Uh, hello?" he heard a quiet voice, "um, is anyone in here?"
A bright flashlight turned on in his face, momentarily blinding him.
König didn't think as he punched into the light. He only heard a squawk and a curse as the light dropped down to the ground. He stumbled back and all the lights turned on.
22:00 - THE BAN
"Dude!" he looked down to find a straggly teen.
"Shit he got Johann," a woman yelled out.
"I told you this was a bad idea," a man grunted as he stepped forth and hauled the teen up to his feet. He gave König a sharp glare and jabbed a finger in his direction.
"Me?" König could feel the panic draining from his system.
"You! Go follow her and get out of here," the man yelled.
König didn't need to be told twice. He quickly found the tiny purple-haired woman and scurried to her side. She eyed him with disgust.
"Seriously dude, that wasn't cool," she sighed, "like, I know we're an extreme haunt, but you can't punch the actors. That's like, the number one rule here."
"Ah, sorry," König muttered weakly.
"Your friend is outside waiting for you," she grumbled as she led him through the back, "I told the guys not to push you too far, but they just wanted to scare the big guy and I guess they went too far. Still," she opened the final door, "you're banned from the haunt. Permanently."
"Why?" König asked meekly as he stepped by.
"You punched the actors dude," she glared at him, "number. One. Rule."
With that she slammed the door in his face, leaving him to join Horangi outside.
Horangi only had to take one look at his friend to figure out what had happened.
"You punched an actor?" he crossed his arms over his chest, "that's like, the number one rule."
"I panicked," König explained weakly.
"You? You panicked?" Horangi frowned, "what the hell did they do to you?"
König shook his head as he leaned over, "Eyes. So many eyes."
"Eyes?"
"And mirrors."
"And mirrors!? König, what sorta haunt did you go to?" Horangi quizzed him, "I just got led around a haunted barnyard!"
"After they split us up," König sucked in another breath, "it was... I didn't think that it would be that bad." Horangi scrunched his eyebrows together, but thankfully only clapped a hand on his back and helped push his friend forward, "Alright, well, I saw some sorta candy place. Looked like dragonsbreath, so I wanted to check it out. Wanna come with?"
König wheezed.
"I'll take that as a yes," Horangi shrugged and dragged König over to the cotton candy vendor.
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So it's currently midnight, I was going through some tweets and stuff because I was consuming some late night Callie angst! (Bad idea. Don't fucking consume sad media of your comfort character unless you're ready for it) and I've stumbled across an interesting titbit that's making my brain go CRAZY!!!
You guys know Callie's Alterna outfit right?
What I'm about to say I am NOT 100% certain on! I NEED SOMEONE TO DOUBLE CHECK IF IM ABOUT TO SAY IS TRUE OR NOT! OKAY?! BUT APPARENTLY.... The Splatoon 3 artbook states that Callie befriended some Octolings and she took inspiration from Octarian fashion into her new look... which matches up with Smollusk's comments about her, as well as why the outfit looks leathery and mostly black. You what else is leathery and mostly black? HYPNO CALLIE!!!!
OH THIS JUST ADDS MORE AND MORE TO WHAT I BELIEVE ABOUT WHAT HAPPENED TO CALLIE IN SPLATOON 2... oh this makes me happyyyyy... oh I'm SO GIDDY RIGHT NOW!!!
"Callie was kidnapped and brainwashed by the Octarians and DJ Octavio!!!" Then why would she take inspiration from their fashion? Why would she call them cute? Why has she wanted to give them a make over on two separate relationship charts? Why did she seem happy to help decorate the Octarian bases and make cute little doodles showing her plans? Why does she miss shaven Octarians? Why is there concept art of her getting comforted by Octarians? Why are there no signs of trauma or mental anguish from Callie? Why is Callie perfectly fine seeing Octavio in Splatoon 3 ROTM and the Grand Fest? She was smiling. Why doesn't Callie state herself that she got kidnapped? Only Marie does because that's what she THINKS happened. There's no mention of kidnapping in the original Japanese version of Splatoon 2 btw from my knowledge.
I WONDER WHY?!?!?! HMMMM!!!! HMM!!!!!!!!!!!!???? MAYBE... OH, I DONT KNOW... SHE WASN'T KIDNAPPED?!?!?! We can argue about brainwashing and hypnosis all fucking day long, we can have a healthy discussion there, but saying that Callie was kidnapped is basically wrong at this point. Like, I'm sorry, if you say she got kidnapped, then I'm gonna ignore the rest of your points. Sorry if that seems harsh but... I'm getting tired of it is all. You know?
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Confessions. | Tasm Peter Parker x reader.
Summary: It's been a year since you'd seen Peter, last conversation being an argument. You both are trying to reconnect. Pairings: Tasm! Peter Parker x reader.
Warnings: Angst angst angst, and a little fluff. Notes: This took me forever to write (literal days) and in the middle I gave up, so I am sorry lol. I fear it cant get better than this lol. It is very long too.
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You couldn’t help but blame yourself. If you had just opened up and shared what you were going through, maybe things would’ve turned out differently. Instead, you had pushed him away, shutting him out when he tried to help. When he wouldn’t give up, you lashed out, saying things that cut deeper than you meant.
At the time, your emotions felt like they were spiraling. Your family was falling apart, and the cracks in your relationship only deepened. Your boyfriend proved unfaithful, validating Peter’s concerns. But instead of leaning on him, you pushed him away, overwhelmed by everything you couldn’t fix.
Meanwhile, Peter was grappling with his own struggles. His uncle’s passing left a void that weighed heavily on him. He became secretive, often returning home with bruises that hinted at battles you didn’t understand. When you tried to reach out, he would shrug it off or change the subject, erecting a wall that made it difficult to connect. It felt as if he, too, was drowning, unwilling to let anyone in to help.
In that silence, you both became islands, each caught in your own storms, too afraid to share the depths of your pain.
Your stomach churned, a whirlwind of emotions—fear, hope, and perhaps regret. The distance between you stretched beyond time; it was the silence and unresolved tension that loomed like a wall. What would he say? What would you say? A part of you wasn’t ready for this conversation, yet another part longed to reconnect and feel that old bond—if it still existed.
It had only been a year, but it felt like a lifetime, both of you swept up in the whirlwind of college, relationships, and work. Neither of you had taken the time to mend what had broken, and as painful as it was, you’d resigned yourself to that reality. So when Peter called last night, it felt like a lifeline.
His voice was rushed, tinged with exhaustion—something you’d always sensed in him, but now it seemed more pronounced, as if the weight of everything had finally caught up. Seeing his name flash on your screen made your heart skip, a flood of emotions crashing over you. After a year of silence, you had convinced yourself he was done with you, that what you had was lost. But now… maybe there was still something left to say.
You hadn’t planned to meet up to fix things—not really. You came because he deserved to know why it all fell apart. It was only fair.
The bell above the door jingles softly as you step into the diner, a familiar sound that comforts and unnerves you. Your eyes scan the cozy booths and the enticing aroma of coffee and warm pastries. Laughter and clinking silverware fill the air, but everything fades when you spot him. Your heart leaps into your throat, momentarily silencing the chatter around you.
Every nerve ignites with anxiety, tightening around your chest like a heavy weight. As he catches your eye, time seems to freeze. The world falls away, leaving just the two of you suspended in this moment. You give a small, awkward wave, your hand trembling slightly as you fight to steady your breath.
With each step toward him, your stomach flips. Memories of laughter and unspoken words flood your mind, and a bittersweet ache settles in your chest. This is it—you’re about to face the past and confront everything unresolved between you. His gaze felt like it was boring into your soul as you slid into the booth, the weight of unspoken words hanging heavily in the air. Your heart raced, each beat echoing in your ears. Two milkshakes sat before you—one your favorite flavor, the other his. If the tension hadn’t been so thick, you might have smiled at the thoughtful gesture. Instead, your chest tightened, the sweetness overshadowed by uncertainty.
His expression was inscrutable, a mix of longing and something else you couldn’t quite identify, leaving you unsettled. The distance that had grown between you over the past year felt both
Daunting and intimate, the air around you thickens with unspoken words. Did he feel the weight of this moment, too? You opened your mouth to speak, noticing he did as well, both of you caught in the awkward dance of searching for the right words.
“Sorry,” you blurted, interrupting him. His expression faltered, gaze dropping to the table as if your apology had knocked the breath out of him. The air grew heavier, and you gathered your courage, inhaling deeply before continuing. “I didn’t handle things well the last time we spoke. I pushed you away when all you were trying to do was help.”
Those words felt heavy yet honest, perhaps the most sincere you’d been in a long time. You couldn’t meet his eyes, focusing instead on your trembling hands in your lap.
Peter stared at you, clearly caught off guard by your admission. He hadn’t expected it so soon, if at all. A tightness settled in his chest as he realized how much you’d changed. A year ago, this conversation would have felt impossible. Back then, you were so guarded, keeping your feelings locked away. Every time he tried to break through, it only sent you spiraling further into panic.
“Look,” he finally says, his voice quiet and hesitant, “I didn’t handle things well either. I wasn’t as open with you as I should’ve been. That wasn’t fair.”
You felt a pang in your chest at his honesty. “I know,” you said softly. “I thought pushing you away would make it easier to cope with it, but it just made me feel more alone. I didn’t realize how much I needed you until you were gone.”
Peter’s gaze softened, and a hint of vulnerability crept into his expression. “I wanted to be there for you, but I was scared too—scared of how much I cared and what that could mean. I thought if I stepped back, it would give you space, but it just left me feeling empty.”
You nodded, your heart aching at his words. “I was overwhelmed. I didn’t know how to ask for help or even admit that I needed it. I thought I could handle everything on my own.”
“That’s a heavy burden to carry,” he replied, his voice thick with empathy. “You shouldn’t have to go through it alone. I’m here, Y/N. I always have been, even when it didn’t feel that way.”
“I pushed you away when I should have leaned on you,” you confessed, your voice trembling slightly. “I was afraid of being vulnerable, of letting you see how much I was struggling.”
Peter leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table, his eyes locked onto yours. “It’s okay to be vulnerable with me. I want to be someone you can rely on, not someone you have to hide from.”
You swallowed hard, the sincerity in his gaze making your heart race. “I want that too,” you admitted. “But I’m scared. I’m scared of getting hurt again, of opening up and having you leave.”
“I promise I’m not going anywhere,” he said, his voice firm yet gentle. “No matter what happens, I want to be part of your life. I want us to figure this out together. Just… please, don’t shut me out again.”
A warmth spread through your chest, igniting a flicker of hope within you. “It’s just that… I can’t keep living with secrets between us. I need to understand what’s going on with you—what the truth really is.”
Peter nodded, though a hint of hesitation flickered across his face. “I’ll tell you the truth,” he said, his hands nervously fiddling with his ear, as if trying to ground himself. “I just don’t want to overwhelm you... It’s a lot to take in, and I’m scared of how you might react. But you deserve to know.”
A soft smile crept across your face, the tension between you easing, but a flicker of anxiety lingered in your chest. “That scares me…” you whispered, and you noticed his expression shift to one of genuine concern. “Are you a serial killer?”
He blinked in surprise, a hint of worry furrowing his brow. “What? Me? A serial killer?” A laugh escaped him, but it was tinged with disbelief. “If I were, I’d at least have a cooler backstory. Maybe a tragic past involving a lost puppy or something.”
You laughed, the warmth in his eyes shining brightly. “Well, that’s a relief! I can handle a guy with a tragic past.”
Peter chuckled, the air feeling lighter. “See? We’ll figure it out as we go. And if we stumble, we’ll just pick each other up, right?”
“Right,” you replied, your heart swelling at the thought. Just then, an unexpected wave of nostalgia washed over you, bringing back memories of laughter, late-night talks, and the comfort of simply being together. “I’ve missed this, you know? Just talking to you like this.”
“Me too,” he said, his expression softening. “It feels good to finally be open again. I’ve missed our connection.”
The moment hung in the air between you, charged with unspoken emotions. But just as the conversation began to flow, his phone buzzed sharply, cutting through the warmth of your exchange. You froze, your heart sinking at the interruption.
Peter’s color drained from his cheeks as he awkwardly dug into his pocket for the phone, fingers trembling slightly.
Just when things were starting to get good.
“I’m so sorry, just one second,” he mumbled, clearly flustered, rising too quickly as if escaping the moment. “I promise I’ll be right back.” His words felt hollow, an empty promise that echoed in your mind.
As he stepped away, you couldn’t shake the feeling that you were on the brink of something new and fragile—a chance to rebuild what had been lost. You just hoped the universe would give you a little more time together before everything changed again.
You narrow your eyes, nodding reluctantly as you watch him step outside. Through the window, he paces, hand flying to his forehead while gripping his phone tightly. Whatever’s happening on the other end of that call weighs heavily on him, stress radiating from every movement.
A sinking feeling settles in your stomach. You recognize that look—the guardedness he wore when secrets loomed, back when everything began to unravel between you. It gnaws at the fragile peace you were just starting to rebuild.
Avoiding the urge to stare, you absentmindedly swirl the straw in your milkshake. A frown tugs at your lips as you glance at his empty seat. Disappointment washes over you like a cold wave, settling deep in your chest. You had hoped this time would be different, that this conversation could finally bridge the chasm between you. Instead, it feels as though the universe is playing cruel tricks on your heart, taunting you with a distance that stretches further as your heart plummets into uncertainty.
You fiddle with the straw of your milkshake, a lump forming in your throat. When you look back, the realization hits you like a punch to the gut—he’s completely gone. Your heart sinks under the weight of disappointment. Deep down, you knew how this would go, but all you can manage is a heavy sigh, your fingers tangling in your hair as you try to calm the rising tide of emotions.
Thirty minutes stretch into an hour, each passing minute weighing heavier on your heart. You feel foolish and vulnerable, the familiar ache of longing creeping back in. It’s like being a teenager again, anxiously waiting for Peter Parker to return, and this time, it isn’t fun. Memories of youthful hope mix with the sting of embarrassment.
Your mind races with excuses you’ll have to hear later, each rehearsed line more deflating than the last. What could he possibly say to justify this? You want to believe he’ll return, that there’s a reason for his sudden departure, but reality is harsh. The diner feels colder, the laughter around you more distant, as if you’ve been dropped into a world where you don’t quite belong anymore.
You fidget with your phone, glancing at it repeatedly, half-hoping for a message or call to lift the weight of uncertainty off your chest. But the screen remains stubbornly blank, and with each passing second, the knot in your stomach tightens. You remember the warmth of his smile and how he always made you feel understood, deepening the longing within you.
What if he didn’t come back? The thought sends a chill down your spine, and you bite your lip to suppress the swell of emotion threatening to spill over. In this moment of waiting, you realize just how much you’ve missed him—his absence feels like a piece of you is missing. As the minutes drag on, you can’t help but wonder if you’ll ever truly find your way back to each other.
Lost in thought, your waitress approaches, a small smile playing on her lips. Her cheerful demeanor pulls you from your spiral. You offer a weak smile in return, though it feels forced. “Are you guys finished with your milkshakes?” she asks lightly, unaware of the storm brewing inside you.
Your mind races as you search for an answer, your mouth opening and closing in hesitation. You glance down at the milkshakes—his is only halfway finished, while yours sits untouched, a stark reminder of what was supposed to be a lighthearted reunion. A wave of sadness washes over you; it feels like another piece of the past slipping away. You’re ready to head out, but the emptiness beside you weighs heavy in your chest.
He’ll call you. He always did after moments like this, didn’t he? There was a fragile comfort in that thought—a flicker of hope that he’d reach out again, even if it took time. Maybe he just needed space to sort through whatever had pulled him away this time. You squeeze your eyes shut, wishing for clarity, but the familiar ache of uncertainty clings to you like a shadow.
“Uh, yeah, I guess so,” you reply, your voice distant and hollow. A twinge of guilt creeps in for being curt, but the waitress's expression shifts as she registers your mood, her smile fading into understanding. “Thank you,” you add softly, appreciating her empathy.
You pay your bill, your fingers lingering on the cold glass of your milkshake before you push it away, the sweet, creamy flavor now a bittersweet reminder of what could have been. A resigned sigh escapes your lips as you gather your things, feeling the weight of the moment pressing down on you.
As you turn to leave, you catch a glimpse of the empty seat, a pang of longing stirring in your chest. What if this time was different? What if you took the plunge and reached out to him instead of waiting? The thought ignites a flicker of determination within you. With your heart racing, you step toward the door, ready to take control of the narrative, hoping that maybe he’d still be waiting on the other side.
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Now it was 12:30 a.m., and the silence of your phone felt like a weight pressing down on your chest since Peter had walked away. Your heart was heavy, each beat a reminder of the void he left behind, and your mind raced with a flurry of thoughts. Had you been foolish to take his call the night before? Maybe you were both better off apart; it was painfully clear that handling the complexities of him—and of yourself—was a struggle.
You had sent a few texts, each carefully crafted to shield your heart from disappointment. It was a reality you had to face: you weren’t as close as you once were, and the warmth of shared moments had faded into echoes of what could have been.
Sitting at your desk, the glow of your laptop illuminated the room as your fingers flew across the keyboard. Words poured out with surprising ease, ignited by the events of the day that swirled in your mind. In a day filled with uncertainty and heartache, writing became your solace—the only good to emerge from the chaos. Each keystroke felt like a small act of defiance against the heaviness in your chest, a reminder that even in turmoil, creativity could flourish. You were supposed to be asleep, but your mind refused to quiet down, racing with thoughts that wouldn’t let you rest—completely indifferent to the fact that you had to be up early in the morning. A sudden knock at your door halts your fingers mid-typing, the soft tap breaking the stillness of the night. Your heart skips, pulse quickening as your eyes shift to the door. This late? Unannounced?
Visitors at this hour weren’t typical, and a flood of possibilities surged through your mind. Who could it be? You sit there for a moment, listening. Silence follows, except for the hum of the clock on the wall. Another knock, firmer this time, sends a shiver up your spine.
Pushing the chair back slowly, you stand, moving toward the door with tentative steps. You hesitate, hand hovering over the handle, unsure if you want to open it. One eye closes as you peer through the peephole, the distorted fisheye view revealing Peter on the other side. He stands with his hands shoved deep into his jacket pockets, his shoulders slightly hunched against the cool night air.
Your breath catches in your throat, heart racing with a mix of confusion and something more. What was he doing here, especially after all this time? You squint, taking in his familiar tousled hair and the worn jacket you remembered all too well. Memories of your last encounter flood your mind—words left unsaid, tensions unresolved.
For a moment, you hesitate. Do you open the door, or let him knock again?
His voice, raw and familiar, cuts through the stillness. "Y/N... I know you're there..." Peter's words hang in the air, making your face go pale as you press yourself against the door, heart pounding in your chest.
You don’t respond, but your pulse betrays you—quickening at the sound of his voice, the voice you’ve tried so hard to forget. He’s here, and he’s breaking through the silence you had built around yourself like armor.
"I can explain everything, truthfully. I swear." His voice trembles with an honesty that catches you off guard, and for a split second, you feel the walls around your heart shake. Memories flood back: the laughter, the stolen moments, the times you thought you understood each other without words. "Please?" His voice cracks, laced with a desperation you’ve never heard from him before. He sounds utterly defeated, like he's been carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders, and for the first time, he’s letting it show. You glance through the peephole again, seeing the exhaustion etched into his face, his eyes dark with sleeplessness and regret.
“I… I don’t know how to make this right. But I need you to understand," he says, voice barely above a whisper. "I didn’t want to hurt you. I never meant to. There’s so much I couldn’t tell you... but I’m here now. Please, just open the door, let me explain. I’ll tell you everything—no more secrets. I swear, I’ll make this right.”
The vulnerability in his words makes your heart clench painfully, tears threatening to well up despite yourself. His words hang in the air, raw and heavy, each one chipping away at the resolve you've been trying so hard to keep intact.
You feel torn between the bitterness still lodged deep within you and the undeniable pull of the boy you once trusted with every part of your heart. His voice softens, barely holding together. "Just give me one more chance... please."
You clench your jaw, trying to steady yourself. Could you trust him again? Could you believe him this time? You stay frozen, hand still on the knob, torn between the part of you that wanted answers and the part that was terrified to hear them.
Your hand trembles as it grips the doorknob, the weight of his words crashing over you. Something deep inside you, the part that still remembers the warmth of his presence, twists, and before you can second-guess yourself, you pull the door open just a crack.
Peeking through, you squint at him—his tired, hopeful eyes meeting yours. The moment he sees you, a wave of relief washes over his face. He exhales deeply, his hand shooting up to his face, rubbing his forehead like he’s trying to gather the pieces of himself. It’s like the sight of you alone has pulled him from the edge.
"You have an hour," you say, your voice steady but firm, keeping a barrier around the vulnerability still lingering in your chest. “I have work in the morning. No more secrets.”
He nods quickly, as if he expected you to slam the door shut in his face. "I swear—no more secrets. I’ll tell you everything. I owe you that much."
The rawness in his voice pulls at you, but you force yourself to keep the distance between you intact. You aren’t ready to forgive, not yet, but you can’t ignore the flicker of hope in his eyes, the way he stands there like he's holding his breath, as if he knows this might be his only chance.
"Alright," you murmur, stepping back and opening the door just enough to let him in. "Start talking."
You watch him closely, nearly impatient as he hesitates. His hands rake through his messy hair, and he paces your living room, searching for the right words, each step heavy with unspoken weight. Your gaze is unwavering, as if it might pierce through the silence, staring into his soul as he gathers the courage to finally bare it all. "Maybe... maybe you should sit down," he says, his voice barely above a whisper. You sigh, a quiet sign of both exhaustion and surrender, and nod. If sitting down is what it'll take to finally hear the truth, you'll do it. You sink onto the couch, tucking your knees up to your chest, eyes fixed on him as he stands there, gathering himself. The room feels tense, each second stretching between you like a held breath. Peter takes a deep breath, his fingers raking through his messy hair as he stands in front of you. "Alright, this… this is harder than I thought," he starts, his gaze flickering down before finally meeting yours, as if searching for a sign of understanding.
"I need you to know this isn’t easy for me to say. For a long time, I’ve had to keep things hidden. It wasn’t just to protect myself—it was to protect you." He stops, biting his lip, and his hands tremble slightly before he shoves them into his pockets.
You’re about to ask, to press him to finally say what’s weighing on him, but he beats you to it. “I know it might not make sense right now, but… the bruises, the scars you saw—they weren’t from some fight or accident. I got them trying to keep this city safe." He takes a breath. "I’m... I'm Spider-Man."
The words hang in the air, almost surreal, and it’s like the entire room stills. He watches you carefully, his gaze intense, as though bracing himself for your reaction.
Your mouth falls open, and you let out a short, incredulous laugh, shaking your head. "No… this is some kind of joke, right?" But his serious expression doesn’t falter, and the reality of it starts to sink in, leaving you staring in stunned silence. Then, everything clicks into place—the constant lateness, the last-minute cancellations, the bruises and cuts he brushed off as nothing. All this time, you thought he was just a little clumsy, maybe a bit accident-prone. But now… it all fits together with startling clarity.
“I know… I know it’ll take time to get used to this, but—” He stammers, his voice trembling, betraying the fear that you might be angry with him. Though you haven’t said much, he can read the mix of emotions on your face—hurt, confusion, and a flicker of understanding. “Please, just give me a chance. I’ll do whatever it takes to make it up to you, if you’ll let me.”
His vulnerability pulls at your heart, and the way he stands there, visibly shaking, makes you realize just how much he values your friendship. You take a breath, your voice softening. “I just wish you hadn’t felt you had to hide it from me.”
“I didn’t want to put that burden on you,” he replies, his sincerity cutting through the tension. “But I can’t change the past. I promise to be open with you from now on.”
You pause, allowing his words to sink in as you absorb the weight of his presence. Biting your nails, you contemplate the uncertainty that looms over your future. The truth is, fear gnaws at you—not just for him, but for the implications his secret holds for you both. What if something were to happen? The thought sends a chill down your spine. You can't shake the image of the risks he faces, and the reality that your world might shatter if he gets hurt.
As you wrestle with your emotions, a deep sense of protectiveness wells up inside you. "I’m scared, you know?" you finally admit, your voice trembling slightly. “Scared of what could happen to you, and to us.”
Finally, he takes a seat beside you, his hand gently resting on your forearm as you frown. The warmth of his touch sends a shiver through you, but it’s quickly overshadowed by the gravity of your words. They hit him like a freight train, a painful reminder of the truth he’d tried so hard to hide. Deep down, he knows you’re right; that’s precisely why he never confided in you. Yet, even as the reality of the situation sinks in, there’s a strange comfort in the release of his secret, like a weight lifted from his chest. Peter's fingers brushing against your arm sends a rush of warmth to your cheeks, catching you off guard as he speaks. "I understand how you feel, but you need to know this—nothing will ever happen to you." His voice is steady, filled with an unwavering conviction that wraps around you like a shield. You can see the determination in his eyes, a promise that he intends to keep, and it ignites a flicker of hope within you, even amidst the chaos of emotions swirling in your mind.
You gently guide your hand to his, lifting it to your face and resting your cheek against his palm, closing your eyes as you soak in his warmth. A wave of exhaustion washes over you, not just from the revelations but from the weight of everything that had come before. “We can start over,” you whisper, your voice barely above a breath. As you open your eyes, you find him watching you with a soft expression that makes your heart flutter. In that moment, the world outside fades away, and all you want is to lean in and kiss him, to bridge the distance between you and turn this fragile moment into something beautiful.
You decide to take a leap of faith, the weight of uncertainty giving way to something deeper. Leaning in, you capture his lips with yours, the warmth of his mouth sending shivers down your spine. The kiss starts softly, tentative, as if testing the waters, but quickly deepens into something more urgent.
As your lips move together, a spark ignites, igniting a fire that you both had kept smoldering for far too long. You feel the world around you dissolve—the fears, the doubts, the chaos of the outside world. It’s just the two of you, tangled in a haze of emotions that feels long overdue.
Your hands find their way to the back of his neck, fingers threading through his hair, pulling him closer as if to fuse your very beings. He responds instantly, a low, soft sigh escaping him, reverberating through you. The kiss becomes more passionate, electric, a silent conversation filled with all the words left unspoken.
Peter’s warmth envelops you, wrapping around you like a blanket on a cold night, and you realize it’s everything you’ve been waiting for. His hands slide down your arms, holding you firmly yet tenderly, grounding you in this moment. You lose yourself in the taste of him, the urgency of his lips moving against yours, as if he’s pouring out all the things he could never say into this single, electrifying kiss.
You pull back slightly, breathless, your foreheads resting together, hearts racing in sync. You gaze into his eyes, searching for the answers, the clarity you’ve been craving. “I’ve wanted this for so long,” you confess, your voice a whisper against the backdrop of shared silence.
His expression softens, his thumb caressing your cheek, as if to memorize every contour of your face. “Me too,” he breathes, his voice thick with emotion. “You have no idea how much I’ve wanted to be with you like this.”
The kiss resumes, more fervent this time, as if you’re trying to pour years of longing into this moment. Your lips meld together with a hunger that has been waiting to be unleashed, a promise of what’s to come. You feel his hands cup your face, holding you delicately yet possessively, as if he’s terrified to let go.
Finally, you break apart, both gasping for air, the space between you filled with an unspoken understanding. It’s a new beginning, a promise of trust and love that will only grow stronger with every shared moment. With a newfound sense of determination, you lean back into him, allowing yourself to savor the lingering warmth of his presence, knowing that whatever challenges lie ahead, you’ll tackle them together, side by side.
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Oh my god i just read about Shī, the manic moon and i love him?? Like genuinely love his character and story and everything aaaaaaa
Can you do something with him?🥺 I don't even know what i just wanna ask for comfort for him actually and generally content for him, pretty please🙏
Also advise on how to write characters would be heavily appreciated. Like, how did you come up with him? Thanks in advance, mo worries if you don't hav ethe time for this ask! Muah!
˖⁺. ﹙ vampire king x gn reader. ﹚ .𖹭 ݁
. . . bloody hands, warm heart !! 🍒 : vampire ˖ former human character﹙ vamp au shī. ﹚
he's lost control again. he doesn't want you near him. but you know your lover - and know his pure heart. all he needs is a little comfort
𖹭. ps : so glad you like him! as to help with character creation - we get inspo from things such as music or art. start with a concept, trope or story that we want to tell and then work from there! @/literaryvein-reblogs has some beautiful templates and tips for in-depth character making!
as for shi himself, we took some inspo from castlevania’s lisa with a bit of our own spin - him and muchen have a story somewhat similar to vlad and lisa there <3 i’ve always wanted to write about the conflict of a human-turned-vampire who sees how those around them act and cannot accept that it is simply their ‘nature’
“you are beautiful.”
“speak no lies to me, beloved.”
a frown settles over your lips at his words. the sound of water splashing and swishing in the bucket that he vigorously washes his hands within spills through the room. drowning out the thick silence that settled between the both of you.
willing your muscles, you push yourself closer to him. delicately placing your hands upon his back and leaning your head against it as well. “my tongue knows no lies.” you murmur. his breath hitches.
the silence drones on. his wet hands halting. the droplets of water stained red with his recent hunt slip down his long, trembling fingers.
with a tender touch, you turn him to face you. his long white hair curtains your face. so that it is just you and him. with hands that know no judgement you press them to his face. thumbs slowly circling along his cheekbones.
“perhaps it is you that should not speak lies to that stunning mind of yours.”
a drop hits your face. slides down your cheek. your own tears join the cascade. the vampire collapses into your arms with a shake in his shoulder — and you so readily catch him. shushing him. easing him.
“I-I am so sorry - I try -”
“sshh, sshh - it is alright. my darling.”
your hand ventures into his hair. fixing tangled strands from the roaring wind outside. before it guides his head to your chest, so that he might hear another heart other than his slow-beating one. listen, soothe.
“you have struggled. yet you try. please, do not say what I know you will.”
I am a monster. those words always squeezed your heart. so as you held him within your arms and led him back to the bedchamber. you are sure to give him only the love he deserves. until he drifts off to the sound of your beautiful melody.
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Whumptober Day 30
Recovery - Hospital Bed - Holding Back Tears - "What have I done?"
Warning amputation... quadruple amputation.
Quiet moans left Whumpee's lips as Caretaker adjusted them to a sitting position and tucked pillows around them to keep them sitting up.
"How are you feeling this morning?", Caretaker sat down in a chair next to the bed, "did you sleep well?"
"S-still sore from the procedures", Whumpee whispered, "I still feel them", Whumpee's eyes began to water.
Caretaker reached for a tissue, and dotted at Whumpee's eyes.
"I know" Caretaker sighed, they looked down at what was left of Whumpee's arms and legs. They had been removed by a madman with a power saw. After their rescue, doctors had to go in and correct the amputated limbs, making the stubs even shorter.
"Is it okay if I apply the medicine ointment now for you?", Caretaker smiled weakly, "I know those phantom pains are horrible. Would a little massage help you?"
Whumpee shook as they tried not to cry, they nodded to let Caretaker start.
"Here take a drink first my dear", Caretaker reached for a cup and placed the straw to Whumpee's lips.
Whumpee took small sips, they felt their was a knot in their throat.
Caretaker set the cup down and cupped Whumpee's cheek.
"You don't have to hold back tears in front of me.... you know that right? You have every right to cry, scream, and be angry. What that person did to you... what they took from you... I understand. You are uncomfortable and trying to be brave, but you don't have to do that, not any more."
Whumpee huffed a few times, trying to contain themself. They looked down over themself. Their missing arms and legs. Just stumps.
"Wh... why did this happen... who does this to someone?", Whumpee whispered, "please Caretaker. Help me understand?"
Caretaker looked over them, "I know you are use to me being the fix all the problems person. I unfortunately don't think I can fix this with just talking, and I don't think I have the words that can even start explaining how sorry I am that this happened to you. The guilt I feel that I wasn't their to protect you. I'm so sorry."
Whumpee sniffled a little.
"Can I, can I have a hug", Whumpee whispered.
"Yes you can absolutely have a hug", Caretaker stood from their chair and leaned over the bed, "you know you can always have hugs."
Caretaker lifted Whumpee up and pulled them close.
"I'm here for you. I will help you to the best of my abilities", Caretaker cuddled Whumpee, "I promise you."
Whumpee nodded. They buried their face into Caretaker's shoulder and started to cry.
Caretaker gently ran their hand up and down Whumpee's back.
After a few minutes Whumpee looked up.
"H-how am I supposed to live like this. The doctors already said prosthetics wouldn't work for me. I can't even correctly ride in the car."
Caretaker nodded, "well, in a few days, we will receive a harness seatbelt. This will be able to be installed into any cars you ride in. It will keep you safe", Caretaker started to lay Whumpee back down, "for everything you can't do... you have me to help you. Oh, and you will get a few nurses to help you as well. You'll have one every other day."
Caretaker started to massage the ointment on, "after this and breakfast, what would you like to do? We have some free time today."
"I don't know", Whumpee watched them, "I don't have a lot of energy right now."
"Well I get that. We can have a low energy day if you like. How about we find a series to watch. I'll order some snacks and drinks; we can cuddle if you like", Caretaker smiled.
"I don't know if I can stay awake long enough to watch movies", Whumpee started to get upset again.
Caretaker looked at them with concern, "hey", they whispered.
"I'm sorry", Whumpee sobbed, "I don't... I don't mean to be mean, but..."
"Whumpee you don't have to feel bad or anything. If you are not feeling up to it, that's fine. I'm just talking out loud for if you wanted to do something", Caretaker smiled, "we don't have to do anything at all if you don't want to. I will quite literally sit beside you all day and keep you company or climb in that hospital bed to cuddle with you if you want me to. Anything you want."
Whumpee sniffled a little, causing Caretaker to grab another tissue.
"Cuddles would be nice", Whumpee hiccuped from crying.
"Yeah, we can cuddle. I'll get breakfast in you, then you can pick where we will cuddle", Caretaker smiled, "do you want me to read to you?"
"No", Whumpee looked down, "can we just talk? Like we use to."
"Yes absolutely", Caretaker nodded.
Caretaker laid Whumpee into their bed. Then climbed in with them.
"Alright scoochie, scooch", Caretaker joked as they squeezed in. Whumpee's bed had guard rails on the side so they wouldn't roll out. This made their bed a little snug.
They laid on their side and hugged Whumpee close to them.
One hand wrapped around Whumpee in a hug. Caretaker played with Whumpee's hair with their other hand.
"What do you want to talk about?", Caretaker smiled, they leaned in and placed a gentle kiss to Whumpee's forehead, "I'm all ears."
"Anything except for the amputation", Whumpee sighed, "but I might warn you. I may fall asleep."
"That's fine", Caretaker chuckled, "you need your rest. I may fall asleep as well. We can have a sleep day today."
Caretaker thought for a few moments.
"Ah, I know. That writer you like.. they are coming out with a new book, and I've already pre-ordered it for us", Caretaker smiled, "while you were resting in the hospital I went ahead and read the series as quickly as I could to get an idea of what was going on. I am completely caught up, and I understand why you enjoy the series."
Whumpee's eyes twinkled, "you did?"
"Yes we still have a month or so until it ships to us, but we can read it together if you like" Caretaker smiled, "or if you want, I'll help flip the pages for you while you read. I'll read it after you're done. Whichever you want."
"That would be fun to read it together", Whumpee smiled.
Caretaker grinned, that was the first smile since the accident.
Caretaker watched as Whumpee's eyes closed and opened again.
"I think you are getting tired", Caretaker sat up for a blanket.
"I think so to", Whumpee smiled weakly as Caretaker pulled the blanket up and covered them both.
"I think I am too", Caretaker yawned back, "do you want your bed back, or do you want me to stay here?"
"Please, will you stay with me", Whumpee pleaded.
"Yes of course I will" Caretaker went back to playing with Whumpee's hair, "I'll stay right here for as long as you need me to... I promise."
Whumpee nodded.
Caretaker left another gentle kiss on Whumpee's forehead when they finally fell asleep.
'I'm so sorry', Caretaker thought to themself as they cupped Whumpee's cheek, 'you have been through something I would never wish on anyone. You are being so brave, but I know you Whumpee. You are so scared. Even a little ashamed. You are always so self-conscious.'
Caretaker lovingly watched them sleep.
"I love you so much", Caretaker whispered, causing Whumpee sleepily smile.
Caretaker leaned up one last time to kiss Whumpee's forehead.
"I promise... everything is alright."
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