#I immediately took note on his relaxed or neutral expressions

[skelletonscloset]

simon x sick!reader

wc— 973

cw— sick fic!! reader is gender neutral. emetophobia warning!! > mention of throwing up. simon being a good boyfriend.

a/n— this is my first official addition to this page!! i’m still getting used to this whole “writing and posting” thing, so i’d love feedback and constructive criticism :3 enjoy!!

your body felt hot. the weight of your sheets on top of you was all you could feel aside from the way your eyes felt glued shut and how your clothes stuck uncomfortably to your back.

the past few days you knew you were starting to catch something, a few sneezes there and a small headache there — but you’d never guess you’d start to feel this bad.

now, it’s not like you were running to the bathroom and hurling the remains of your dinner from the past night into the toilet bowl, no. however, you did feel like the inside of your throat was being clawed at by a very angry cat and your mouth was dry from not being able to breathe clearly from your nose.

forcing your eyes open, you groan as you stir from your warm and slightly damp spot of the bed, your eyes adjusting to your dark room. you lick your lips, attempting to bring back some moisture, but they dried up again almost immediately.

“ugh… si?” you groan, looking to his side of the bed where he was. well, where he would be. you blinked your eyes, lifting your hand and placing it in his spot and feeling the warmth of his body that was left behind. huh.

you peered at the alarm clock on your nightstand. 2:41 am.

“si?” you weakly called out again, your nasally voice ringing throughout your shared bedroom. a few moments pass before you hear the heavy padding of feet approaching, a muscular forearm gently nudging the door open.

simon’s dark silhouette walked in, a mug of something in hand and a thermometer in the other. he shuffled closer, setting the mug down on the nightstand and turning on the small lamp next to the edge.

the lamp illuminated his dark eyes, which shifted from the thermometer’s buttons to you after turning it on. his short, blond locks were tousled from sleep, scratching the scruff on his jaw.

“woke up a couple minutes ago. felt ya’ start to get hot,” he grunted, holding the thermometer up to your forehead as he took your temperature. after the beep, he squinted, reading back your temperature in his gruff voice.

“99.8” he stated, setting the thermometer down and sitting on the edge of the bed, rugged body slightly facing you as one leg folded onto the sheets and the other hung off the bed.

“nothing too bad, yet.”

coaxing you to sit up, he carefully brings the cup of tea towards you, pausing when your hands don’t come up to take it. he looks up at you, watching you eye the steaming cup suspiciously. he sighs

“yes, it has enough honey.” he clarifies, watching your expression relax. he held his hand beneath yours as you took hold of the mug, softly blowing on it before you took a sip.

you hummed in satisfaction, affirming his words. “thank you, si,” you murmured, “but aren’t you going to get sick too?”

“don’t worry about that, lovie. focus on you gettin’ better,” his voice rumbled. you took a few more sips of the tea, soothing your throat little by little, before deciding you were too sweaty to finish it.

you handed the mug to him before coughing into your elbow, trying to clear out the feeling of glass in your throat but failing.

“i’m so sweaty…” you groan, watching as simon automatically puts the mug down and gets up, moving to the closet as he looks for something lighter for you to wear.

he’s back within a few seconds, one of his large t-shirts in hand and a pair of sleep shorts just in case.

“up,” he nudges your arms, helping you take off your long sleeve shirt which was slightly cold with your sweat. tossing it to the side, he rolled up the other shirt, gingerly slipping the sleeves down your arms as his shirt draped across your form.

“shorts?” he asked, noting how you already weren’t wearing pants, opting to sleep in your underwear instead. when you shook your head, he walked to the closet once more, putting the shorts away and your shirt in the hamper.

“thank you, si,” you whispered tiredly.

“none of that. need anything else? some water?”

“yes, please”

he walked out of the room.

you wondered how you ended up with such a caring man as your boyfriend. he’s practically a mind reader at this point. you looked down, eyeing the shirt he picked out for you. it was an old shirt of his, one he used to wear frequently before he became a part of your life.

the shirt was a dark gray, small holes between the seams of the sleeves. it was your favorite one, hence how worn out it was. you took the soft fabric in your hands, bringing it up to smell the familiar scent.

simon walks back into the room with a fresh glass of water, noticing you. he gently tuts to himself, setting the glass next to the mug he had forgotten to take to the kitchen with him.

he plopped back into your shared bed, your body falling towards him as the bed shifted from his weight. settling the sheets over his lower half, he handed you the glass of water, waiting patiently for you to be finished. when you were, he set the glass back down, the two of you getting comfortable once more.

he subconsciously brought you towards him as you lied back down, his strong arm pulling you into his broad, clothed chest. you sighed again, breathing him in as you tried to forget about the oncoming congestion you felt. your hand settled on his waist, your legs entangled with his.

“i love you, simon.” you exhaled, closing your eyes once more.

“love you too, sweetheart,” he grumbled into your hair.

maybe getting sick wasn’t gonna be so bad after all.

~🧸

[decaytime]

I love how Hunters eyes are naturally a bit droopy

​Droopy eyed Hunter supremacy

I headcanon that he squints his eyes to make himself appear more serious. However when neutral or not over thinking on how he presents himself, his eyes droop. He got those sleepy eyes, even after he finally rests lol. It makes him look a bit softer idk. I think he either has a resting bitch face or that

Edit: I fixed the art. Also glad y’all liked this post :)

[asmosmainhoe]

Hiii! I had a thought some minutes ago over the fact that some babys fall asleep when you softly rub their bellies, and then, it crossed my mind... ¿What if, in the middle of a cuddle session Mc just starts rubbing the Brothers bellies, thinking about some times when they did the exact same thing for a baby relative, only to find out that somehow it worked and they are fast asleep?, ¿How would they react when teased about it?

Is something dumb, so you don't really have to mind me, but i'd really like to know what you think about it and if you have some headcanons for this silly thought

The brothers fall asleep with belly rubs

Notes: I'm so sorry that it took so long jwnsisbs and it's not dumb!!! I love belly rubs

Gender: neutral

Warnings: none

Masterlist

Lucifer

Usually it takes ages for him to fall asleep and you know it which is the reason you decide to try out something new on him

After a looooong time you feel him relax against you and breathe heavily. Did...did it actually work?

A small brush spread across his cheeks when you tell him about it and he demands for you to pretend that it didn't happen. Yet he's not opposed to you rubbing his belly during the next cuddle session

Mammon

His body automatically reacts to your touch and he moves his stomach away

"I'm sorry. I just meant to rub your belly a bit."

"O-oh yea. Sure. Sorry."

Your presence still makes him nervous so please don't take it the wrong way

His lights are out immediately the second you do your magic and the room is filled with his loud snoring. Mammon's iron grip on you prevents you from leaving so you're trapped between his arms

Leviathan

Imagine Mammon's reaction, but ten times more. Levi's entire body jerks away and his face turns into a tomato from embarrassment

"I'm so sorry! I didn't mean to! Please continue!"

It happens every now and then so you've learned to not pay it too much attention and trust his words

The moment you rub his belly the tail of his demon form starts to shake and you can hear a silent rattle coming from him. It reminds you of a snake. Only a few minutes later he falls asleep, but the sound continues on

Satan

He doesn't like having his stomach touched so you have to wait until he's completely relaxed

"Hey, can I try something on you?"

"Of course."

The feeling of having his belly rubbed is odd and unusual to him, but he quickly grows fond of the sensation, a small smile forming on his lips

It doesn't take too long for Satan to drift off to sleep and clinging onto you some more

Asmodeus

Yes! Give him all the rubs and massages. Asmo never says no to those

Since cuddling sessions are almost an hourly thing for you two you try out the belly rub fairly soon into your friendship/relationship

The moment you touch him you hear him humming from deep within his throat as he falls asleep with a satisfying expression on his face

The moment he wakes up he wants to return the favor

Beelzebub

For you to help him fall asleep by massaging his stomach you need to try to stay awake first though. Beel is incredibly soft and radiates a lot of body heat so he's a pro at making others pass out basically

He doesn't mind receiving belly rubs. I mean, his favorite person is giving attention to his favorite body part. What more can he ask for?

Just make sure that he's not laying on top of you, because once his muscles relax completely he becomes a rock

Belphegor

First of all he falls asleep the moment you wrap your arms around him. Getting him to stay awake long enough to feel your belly rubs is quite the challenge

But when that actually does happen he falls into the coziest and deepest slumber he has ever experienced

For the first time he feels refreshed and awake after waking up from that

[the-traveling-poet]

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Laughter

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Once the vets, yourself included, came to the realization you’d never heard so much as a chuckle from the infamous Captain Levi, a plan is immediately formed in order to find out just how his laugh might sound.

Although, you might just discover a little more.

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Pairing: Levi x Reader

Warnings: Fluff, alcohol consumption

Taglist: @21aurora @deepzombieyouth @braunsbabe

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A/N: I got inspiration from this lovely post to write a little drabble for Levi’s adorable little laugh, and getting to hear it for the first time. So here I am taking a quick break from my fic to write some fluff!

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Levi wasn’t one to physically express the emotions he felt on a daily basis. He kept his facial features neutral, for the most part.

Of course, if he were angered or stressed, perhaps concerned or confused, his facial muscles would respond accordingly; yet, always minutely. A raise of a brow here, a frown there, eyelids narrowing over grey pupils or nimble fingers tightening around the rim of his cup.

These were all physical signals his companions could take note of to guess at which emotion he was currently experiencing.

While discussing this once, among other things, you’d made the comment that soon shaped a plan you’d all soon hatch.

Had anyone ever seen him smile? A fleeting grin? Perhaps been quick enough to hear a chuckle, or even better; a full on laugh?

Hange, Miche, Nanaba and Erwin had no answers, and neither did you.

So here you all were now, sitting amongst yourselves in a loose circle with drinks in hand and a deck of cards splayed messily on the table top. The plan was to get Levi to loosen up a bit while under the influence, should he provide consent to your little game.

Hange had forced Levi to join the rest of you, despite his protests. Though, those soon died out when you stood and offered the man a seat with such a hopeful smile.

Grumbling all the while, he had sat next to your left and accepted a hand of cards and a bottle of alcohol. Satisfied that the first part had been accomplished, Hange shot you a triumphant grin and took their seat.

You all tried your best to either poke fun at one another or share jokes, ranging from mild to borderline offensive humor; just to catch a peak at Levi’s expression changing.

He indeed loosened up after several drinks, but hadn’t upturned his lips even once yet. Occasionally he had added onto some jest aimed another’s way, and leaned back comfortably in his chair. You were hopeful this would eventually lead to him relaxing his pressed lips into a smile.

But it wasn’t until you were on the brink of giving up nearly an hour into the card game, that he muttered a soft sound.

Reaching across the table for a card to draw, you’d scoffed under your breath with a glare aimed Miche’s way.

“Really, Miche? You play cards like titan’s shit; they cant.” 

The muffled sound from your left made you hesitate to grab the card off the deck.

Surely not…

Hange nearly dropped their hand of cards, while Miche and Erwin easily let theirs clatter to the table. It finally was happening, you realized, as you stared at the raven beside you.

His red tinted face was half obscured by his hand, while the other hand laid his cards onto the table. With shaking shoulders and watering eyes, Levi met your bewildered stare and again the sound escaped him. Though he attempted to muffle it, he couldn’t seem to hold it in anymore.

Slowly that muffled chuckle turned into an actual laugh as his hand started to fall away from his mouth. His lips were pulled back in a casual grin, exposing white teeth as he took in a breath.

“…Like titan’s shit…” He giggled. Actually, giggled. The hand previously covering his face clutched at his stomach as tears lined his silver eyes. His laughter was contagious; lighter than his usual tone and somehow softer.

You stared on in awe as Hange soon burst out in laughter as well, making no attempt to hide their amusement. Erwin chuckled along with the shake of his head while Miche tried his best to grumble about the insult, but after a shared look with Nanaba he too snorted through his nose.

“That’s the best damn joke I’ve ever heard,” Levi chuckled, raising what was left of the booze in his bottle towards his lips to finish it off. He glanced back your way, and you couldn’t help but notice the blush adorning his cheeks and his ears remained as he continued to smile your way. Shaking yourself of the shock, a grin broke out over your face.

“And that’s the best damn laugh I’ve ever heard,” You giggled back, watching as he caught his breath. The tips of his ears grew a little redder, and he suddenly became very interested in gathering up the cards he’d set down, grumbling something or another under his breath.

You grinned over at Hange, expecting to silently celebrate your all’s success with them. But the section commander only grinned back at you, glancing between Levi and yourself with a suggestive wiggle of their brows.

Your flustered gaze flitted between Hange and Levi, slowly putting together what they had silently suggested. Levi caught the look and immediately reached for another bottle, and you were quick to do the same.

The game commenced; laughter bouncing off the walls and cards sliding across the table like nothing had happened. But with the sparse glances shared with Levi, accompanied by his occasional chuckle, you knew things weren’t quite going to be the same again. At least, between the two of you.

Laying down another card from your hand, you grinned the raven’s way with determination to make him laugh once again.

[xhmeusworld]

keep on the sunny side | lee jihoon

genre: paramedic! jihoon, single parent! reader, fluff

pairings: lee jihoon x gender neutral reader

warnings: seizures, child injury, medical terms (not a lot but some), jihoon does cpr

word count: 1.7k

note: okay so i work in a hospital and i love paramedics so paramedic jihoon was born. i may return back to this idea if you guys were like me too :)

lee jihoon wasn’t the type that expressed his emotions freely. it wasn’t that he didn’t feel them. truly, he felt everything deeply.

anger, sadness, excitement. they consumed his very existence, but in his line of work, it was just easier to pretend that he felt nothing. it was easier to get through the day if he remained as stoic as possible.

his coworkers often questioned him about the front he created. did seeing sickness and death 24/7 not affect him at all? how could he move from a fatality call to a car accident without even showing a hint of grief? only his partner, a boy named minghao, understood that jihoon was indeed deeply affected by the things he encountered.

so deeply affected that the only thing he could do to survive was to shove the feelings deep inside, not allowing them to resurface.

however, there’s one thing he always remembers.

eight.

that’s how many children jihoon had lost in his career.

it was honestly rare that he and minghao received calls involving children. it had been a couple of years since the last one, but the universe seemed to decide that tonight was the night to reset the cycle.

the call came in around two in the morning. jihoon never heard the 911 call itself or read the transcript. the information was just relied to him and minghao in an urgent manner and then they were off.

the ride would have been peaceful if jihoon wasn’t on duty. the streets were empty, the stores were closed. everything was at peace.

that was until the sound of sirens cut through the night, ruining and disturbing any sense of tranquility that had existed.

unit 205, we have a five-year old male unresponsive as a result of a grand-mal seizure. there has been documented history of cerebral palsy since birth, but his mother reports no history of seizures prior.

when minghao and jihoon reached the scene, racing up to the apartment number that given to them by dispatch, jihoon only had one thought in his mind.

please don’t let this be number nine.

jihoon didn’t even have time after he knocked on apartment 24 to ask questions because as soon as the door flew open, he immediately knew that he and minghao needed to act. now.

a five-year old boy was on the living room floor, convulsing. a dark blue guardian helmet covered what appeared to be his unruly black hair and jihoon breathed a sigh of relief that at least there was no possibility of head trauma.

“i- i don’t know what happened,” you stuttered out. “noori just woke up and we were sitting on the couch together and he started having a seizure. he’s never had one before!” a sob escaped your lips. “please, you have to save my baby. he’s all I have!”

minghao and jihoon quickly got to work to administer diazepam, which was meant to immediately stop the seizure. jihoon hated using diazepam as it had to be used rectally and he thought it took all respect away from the patient, but he had no other choice as a result of the boy’s unconscious state.

jihoon rolled the young boy into his side as gently as he could muster in a hurry as minghao carefully gave the diazepam. thankfully, it worked like it was supposed to and the boy’s muscles instantly relaxed.

you let out a breath you didn’t know you had been holding, but jihoon knew it was too soon to start celebrating. he was proven right when minghao searched for a pulse.

“he’s not breathing! start compressions!”

without hesitation, jihoon pressed his hands into the little boy’s chest, counting the all too familiar numbers out, his voice sounding exhausted. “1, 2, 3… he tried to ignore the sickening crack that sounded, signaling that he had broken the boy’s ribs.

“come on, noori, breathe for me,” the dark-haired boy begged, hitting thirty and stopping the compressions as minghao yelled “hold!” his partner’s fingers reached out to feel for a pulse. “start again!”

jihoon resumed his position. “1, 2, 3…” he tried to ignore the cries from you who was currently being consoled by the other paramedics who had just arrived as backup.

strands of his dark hair fell out of his small ponytail, covering his face and he cursed over the fact that he hadn’t found the time to get a much needed haircut.

“hold!” jihoon paused the compressions. “resume, no pulse!”

starting the third set of compressions caused a huge sense of panic to run through lee jihoon. most child patients responded by the second set and here he was on number ten of a third.

all he could repeat was please don’t be number nine.

“jihoon, i think we have to call it,” minghao spoke, quietly, hoping to god you didn’t hear him over the other paramedics. “his heart isn’t beating.”

one word popped into jihoon’s mind.

no.

and he kept going.

and thank god he did because almost if the young boy knew that he was about to ruled dead, his eyes flew open and he sucked in a breath.

“noori, my son, my sweet boy,” you cried as jihoon finally relaxed his tense muscles.

he did it. lee jihoon didn’t reach number nine.

•••

months had passed since jihoon and minghao loaded the young boy and you into an ambulance. you had your entire attention on your son as to be expected, but as jihoon monitored noori’s vitals and ensured the seizures were not going to resume, he had to force himself to not look at your face.

the dark-haired boy thought you were one of the most beautiful human beings he had ever seen and the pure love you had for your child made jihoon even more attracted to you. he attempted to shove the thoughts into the back of his mind as best as he could.

he was doing his job. that was it.

and that’s what he kept telling himself even as he sat staring at his computer at his local coffee shop.

jihoon had decided to take a day off to get caught up on necessary tasks he could do remotely. he had completed most of everything he needed to do, but his thoughts were so tangled with you that he didn’t even notice that someone was stumbling toward him until he felt weight in his lap.

he looked down to see a familiar sweet face.

“oh my god, I’m sorry! normally, he doesn’t just run up to new people and oh-“ recognition dawned on the your face as jihoon watched you take in his features.

the dark-haired boy smiled as he patted the head of the boy who was lying across his lap. “it’s nice to see you again.” noori’s guardian helmet dug into jihoon’s thighs. it did not feel pleasant and he was sure there were going to be bruises covering him tomorrow, but he didn’t mind. this boy had touched his heart in many ways.

while he was aware that noori had survived and recovered days after he saved his life, jihoon couldn’t stop himself from thinking about not only the boy, but you as well. were you holding up okay? did the hospital provide you any resources to help with noori’s care since it was just you as the caretaker? how were you surviving everything on your own?

minghao teased him that he had a crush on you. jihoon insisted that he was just concerned, but now looking at you in the cafe and knowing that your son had formed an attachment to him as well, maybe his partner was right.

his heart was beating quick. his palms felt sweaty. and he desperately tried to ignore the utter joy that entered his heart when you beamed at him. him and your son.

“i thought after noori’s episode i wouldn’t see you again to thank you,” you explained. “you saved his life. you helped me keep my son and i didn’t know if i could reach out to you because HIPAA laws and-“

jihoon couldn’t control the the smile that crawled onto his face at your rambling. god, it was cute. you were cute.

“you don’t have to thank me at all,” he explained. “i was doing my job.” jihoon patted noori’s shoulder one more time as the young boy shifted awkwardly into a sitting position. “it looks like noori remembers who i am.”

you tucked your hair behind your ear, almost shyly. “yeah, once he was at the hospital, i don’t he understood that you were a paramedic. although he can’t talk, i could tell he wondered why you weren’t coming into his hospital room.”

noori slowly got to his feet, wobbling his way back to you, his guardian helmet resting against your thigh. almost instinctively, you wrapped your arm around him.

“well, i would have checked on him but once you guys were out of my care, I didn’t have any information to find where you guys went,” jihoon stated, shutting his laptop. “but i’m glad I get to see you guys now.”

you grinned. “we’re glad to see you too, jihoon.”

you knew his name? he was going to die.

“and i absolutely hate to cut this conversation short, but noori has a doctors appointment in about half an hour and we should start heading that way.”

jihoon nodded, his brain turning into a thousand of circles. he didn’t want you to leave. “oh okay. maybe I’ll see you around?”

“yeah, maybe.” there’s your cute smile again. “bye, jihoon.”

“bye y/n. bye noori.”

you started toward the exit to the coffee shop something in jihoon’s mind told him that he couldn’t let you walk away. he absolutely couldn’t and before he knew it, he was on his feet.

lee jihoon wasn’t the type that went for what he wanted. it was easier to just let things happen naturally. no point in interfering with the universe. if didn’t happen without him doing anything, then it wasn’t meant to be.

but you were different. he knew you were different and he couldn’t just let you and your son walk out the door.

“hey, y/n, wait!”

you jumped at the sound of jihoon’s voice, your hand tightening around noori’s. your other hand pressed against the door of the coffee shop, holding it open. you were shocked by the boy racing up to you and the only word that seemed to leave your mouth was “yes?”

now that jihoon had your attention, his courage was almost completely gone. what if you said no? what if you laughed in his face? he was just a paramedic. you weren’t obligated to tell him yes just because he saved your son’s life.

the dark-haired boy awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck as he studied your face, looking for any sign of discomfort.

“um, uh- would you like to go on a date sometime?”

[theroyalyandere]

Hi! May I request some headcanons for the yandere emperor & a fire mage? Maybe a fire mage that works for him/the empire?

yandere!emperor x fire mage!reader

authors note: I would like to make this gender neutral if you don't mind :> I added some spicy scenes but not full on smut!

content warning ⚠️: dark content, yandere, murder, noncon/dubcon, kidnapping

let's set the scenario shall we? you first met the newly crowned emperor as the new fire mage of his empire

when he first laid his eyes on you, he thought you were the most loveliest being he has ever seen

he kept his eyes on you so intensely that he never looked at anyone inside that room besides you

his eyes tell a dangerous story, so you look away trying to focus on the words of your master introducing you and a few other mages to serve the empire

the emperor immediately approves and makes a request for his servants to escort all of you to your rooms

a week in the palace, the emperor always took time to visit the mages' chamber to check the latest updates on everyone's work but actually he's there just for you

he's always behind you, following almost breathing down your neck

he keeps asking so many questions you try to keep up with him as he is the emperor

everyday, despite his duties he always manages to find time to see you even during your times of relaxation

he's very possessive and obsessive, he found out your schedule through his spies and every person you interact with your daily life

if someone ever gave a hint of interest with you small or big, it doesn't matter because that person will be declared dead the next day

it worries you what has been happening around you, you later confided with the emperor who has now become a sort of companion to you despite his presence by your side making you isolate yourself from everyone else

his eyes had a glint but his words were full of reassurance that no harm will ever come in your way, just continue being his little mage and he will secure you for life

you did as you were told so, you were often called to be by his side to the point you couldn't even work properly due to the amount of time spent with him

he loves to see you perform your magic infront of him, always watching with a fascinated grin

he indulges you and your fixation towards your experiments and he always gave you the latest gadgets and things that would help you improve

he also moved your chambers right next to his without your permission, despite your protests he says it's for your safety and so you will no longer walk far from his own

he makes it very clear for everyone that you are untouchable

as your relationship progresses his actions became a little more... Intimate

you found his hand lingering with whatever skin he could find or brush his hands on it

he also has a thing with pressing your back to his chest

you would not resist fearing for his anger when he gets too close for your comfort then he breathes you in like a drug

he took a liking to showing you as you were his spouse by making you stand beside him at balls earning the stink eyes of the nobles and whispers

it would definitely reach to him and immediately that person is either dead or fallen from nobility

one of the mages bitterly expressed the obvious favoritism towards you and the next day they were found dead

you grew cold when you found out, it's no denying who's the cause behind the deaths that has been circulating

however you are not a fool and you kept your mouth shut despite the urgency to run away because you no longer felt safe

the emperor could sense your anxiety and he knew it's only a matter of time he has to make extreme actions to keep you by his side

despite your magic he is still smarter than you

you thoroughly made a plan on how to escape the capital and yet to no avail you found yourself cornered by his men

you used your magic against all of them defeating some but they did not relent and still decided to pursue you

you felt something hit you and you fell unconscious

when you wake up, you are in a extremely dark place only wearing a thin robe with shackles around your wrists and ankles making you immobilized

your struggle echos and soon the door opens with the emperor coming in with a dim expression on his face he sits infront of you and tries to brush your face but you turn away

you beg him to let you go and stop the madness but your begging only spurned him on

"you think you could run away from me my love? I am not the emperor for nothing dear. you should never underestimate me. ever. again." he says with a growl his expression almost looks manic

it scares you what he has turned into

he gets on top of you and you try to kick him away

"tsk tsk, stop being defiant now obey your emperor and submit. I will guarantee you everything you want if you obey me."

he places his hand around your throat to stop the flow of oxygen and slowly your movement ceased then he let go

he gets closer to your face and licks the tears streaming down your eyes, his hands untying the thin robe covering your body

your nakedness makes your vulnerability even worse as your stomach fills with dread with what is about to come

his hands rub and grope your skin making you nauseous with his actions

he breathes raggedly almost salivating at the thought of consuming you whole

you cry out more

"If you don't stop from being naughty, I guess I have to go with the rough way."

okay this is kinda meh I'm sorry 😞

[garoujo]

SWALLOW ME WHOLE — BLUE LOCK

feat : nagi seishiro, itoshi sae, shidou ryusei, bachira meguru, kunigami rensuke + barou shoei

♱ warnings — m!receiving oral, blowjobs, deepthroating, all characters written 18+, praise, teasing, exhibitionism [nagi is on call w his friends] + slight mention in barous. / note. i had 2 do 6 but phew never again .. i just couldn’t choose 4 these <3

・✶ ｡ﾟ NAGI SEISHIRO

“why do y’wanna do this so bad anyway? isn’t it a pain.” nagi grunts as you blink up at him from between his legs, deliberately smoothing your palms up the broad muscle of his thighs just so you can feel the muscles twitch underneath your touch as his cock jumps. “not if it’ll make you feel good, don’t you want to?” as if he would ever say no to you, especially when you’re already palming at his cock. “y-yeah i guess. so i just gotta keep playing?” he’s already panting when he helps you pull down his sweats, shuddering when you send him a seductive little look followed by a long, rough stroke of your palm along his cock when you wrap your hands around the base — leaving a soft kiss against the precum gathered at the tip as he puts on his headset so he can hear isagi and the others. “just don’t make a sound or people will know.” “that’s fine, ‘ll be focusing on winnin’ anyway.”

or that was nagi’s plan anyway, until he actually had your mouth wrapped around him and now he can’t focus on anything else but that. “f-fuck.. uh, took damage. almost died.” there’s an unsteady waver to his usual tone when he feels you swirl your tongue along the sensitive folds of his cock, trailing it along the slit on his blunt head until his hips twitch and his head rolls back, his hold on the controller trembling as he tries so hard to keep his eyes from fluttering closed. but his reactions were so intoxicating, only spurring you on when he casts a few glances at you — needy and already so flustered when he notices you’re already looking back. “mmm, no fair.”

you let your jaw relax before you push nagi’s heavy cock down the tight tunnel of your throat, feeling his thighs twitch at the warmth that consumes him before another low, ragged whimper falls from his lips and you’re pretty sure he’s getting grilled off his team right now for how much he sucks when you hear him mutter out an “ah.. i died.” before his controller is forgotten and his hands are smoothing along the dip of your shoulders instead. he huffs, lips jutting out and you hum before he’s guiding you along the length of him, fucking into your mouth slowly as he pushes back against his chair with a low, long whine — a sound that’s much prettier and breathier than the few before as you feel his cock twitch on your tongue. “fu-uck—huh? don’t worry ‘bout reviving me right now, ‘ts fine.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ ITOSHI SAE

sae’s sharp gaze cuts down into you as you let yourself kiss along the sensitive sides of his cock, and despite the way he’s got his cheek propped up against his fist — looking down at you with a carefully neutral expression, you can still feel the way he’s throbbing at every single touch. you feel one of his palms rest against your cheek before he’s tapping at the skin, and he breathes out a sigh when you know what he wants immediately — letting your lips close around the tip of his cock before you’re letting him bob your head closely. “you’re listening well, sweetheart. do you want my cum that bad? ‘s that it?”

he feels your throat open up for the push of his cock and the doe-eyed little look you send him before your eyes flutter closed basically beg to let you taste him. sae pushes you down harder until your lips stretch around the base of his cock and your nose presses tight against his groomed pelvis, pretty abdomen tightening at the way your throat gag and chokes around him — coaxing and breaking his resolve. you tap on his thigh when you feel your vision become dizzy, and because it’s you — he lets you pull back, letting your spit catch along his silky skin of bud shaft with the wet withdrawal.

“hm, you can do better.” sae drawls when you blink up at him, feeling him graze his thumb across the stray tears that fall along your cheek as you suckle at the head, swiping away the precum gathered there before you hollow your cheeks and suck, followed by the press a few wet kisses along the sides of his cock. but you can tell he’s cracking with the flush on his cheeks and the twitch of his abdomen, his lips parting to allow him to pant every so softly. “tch, you’re such a greedy thing.. pretty like this.” before he’s guiding you back down his cock. “again.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ SHIDOU RYUSEI

“that’s the stuff, baby—shit!” shidou grunts as you let your tongue roll through the sensitive slit of his cock, cleaning up the pre-cum that’s gathered there as you pump your spit along the length of him with slow, languid strokes. you watch him suck his lower lip between his teeth as the corners of his lips curl into a smirk and his hand curls around the back of your neck, urging you to wrap your lips around him before he’s guiding you down — breathing out a laugh as he eases his hips into your mouth.

he could watch you do this all fucking day, watch the tears that gather along your pretty lashes when he thrusts just a little too deep so he can feel the way you choke on his cock. you let your cheeks hollow as you suckle and hum around shidou before he’s pulling you even deeper until you’re reduced to punched out gasps. “y’re gonna have me fallin’ in love~” he sings before he breathes out a laugh that breaks off into something needier when his thighs quake on the next thrust, the pleasure he feels twist in his abdomen only urging him to build a pace.

he’s like a wild animal with the way he’s fucking into your mouth, eyes fluttering closed as a hormone-drunken mantra of groans and moans fall from his parted lips. you feel shidou’s hands twitch tighter into the skin of your neck before the other rests against the back of your neck, keeping you in place to take the quick roll of his hips as he loses himself in the way your throat twitches and pulls him even deeper, basically begging him to paint it white. “i’m g’nna cum, shit.. ya suck my dick so good, babygirl. feel it in my fuckin’ dreams.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ BACHIRA MEGURU

“come on, baby.. quit teasin’ me, jus’ suck on it a lil.” bachira whines from wheres he’s lying back on your bed, arms stretched behind him as he props up his head and watches the way you tap the head of his cock on your tongue. the way you’re twisting your wrist around his shaft makes him feel like he might pass out considering how long you’ve been teasing him, only closing your lips around the head to suckle lightly for a few seconds — but he fucking loves it like this. “make me feel so good.. mhm, look so pretty suckin’ on my cock, lemme see.”

you squeeze at bachira’s shaft lightly before you’re finally taking him into your mouth again, bobbing down a few inches before you’re hollowing your cheeks and drawing back with a lewd, wet pop that has him grinning down at you. “see, you can do it — take all of it, m’kay?” his palm rests against the back of your head as you relax your jaw, blinking up at him so prettily as your lips part and spread around him and you let yourself sink down on his cock — the walls of your throat squeezing around him as he arches ever so slightly against the sheets, hips twitching to push more of his cock into the tight hug of your mouth. “fuck, baby.. gonna give you so much cum, you want it don’t you, mhm?”

bachira’s so fucking wound up by the time you finally let your nose press against his pelvis, you can feel him throb and thicken on your tongue when you drag your head up, his abdomen flexing before his thighs quake on a thrust and he moans, choked off and needy when you swallow around him again. but you don’t allow him any relief when you immediately pop back down, making him moan so loud and shamelessly when you basically drag his orgasm out of him and you taste the sudden rush of his cum along your tongue. you pull back slightly to allow yourself a proper taste as bachira shallow fucks his cock into your mouth, twitching and whining with how fucking good you feel around him. “t-take it all, baby.. don’ waste it — can go again.. can give you more mkay?”

・✶ ｡ﾟ KUNIGAMI RENSUKE

“that’s right, baby.. fuckin’ take it—shit..” kunigami grunts from where he’s pressing himself against the kitchen counter, fucking hypnotised by the sight of you on your knees with your lips wrapped around his heavy cock. his blunt nails dig into your scalp when something carnal boils in his stomach, your own nails leaving pretty crescent moon marks along his now exposed thighs and abdomen as you swirl your tongue along his tip to lick away the precum, taking a deep breath and relaxing your jaw to take his cock once more.

it was his fault for walking around shirtless after his post-workout shower — sweats hanging dangerously slow on his hips as he leaned against the kitchen counter, it was unfair how hot he looked. you feel kunigami brace himself before he moves to rest his back against the marble behind him, feeling the hand on the back of your head flex before he’s forcing more of his cock into your warm mouth, his heavy balls pressing tight against your chin before you gag, spluttering before he pulls back again with a low groan and a gargled curse under his breath. “that all you got? shit, can do better, i know you can — you want my cum? gotta take it for yourself.”

kunigami’s teasing you, you can tell by the blown look he gives you but it’s charming considering the way his tone shakes with want, his thighs trembling either side of you along with the needy twitch in hips that makes him sink more of his cock down the tight tunnel of your throat, working his hips back and forth until he’s hissing when your nose presses against his pelvis and you swallow around him. “fuck! keep those fuckin’ eyes on me when y’re suckin’ my cock.”

・✶ ｡ﾟ BAROU SHOEI

“tryna make me cum already, princess? shit..” you loved the way barou looked when he was so fucked out on you, his usual signature hair laying flat to curl against his cheekbones as he sends you a half lidded look. he was the perfect picture of power and ease, allowing yourself to gaze up at him with wide eyes until you eventually let your eyes flutter closed—relishing in the pleasured sting his thick cock gives you when it pushes through to choke you as he growls, low and long.

barou was still coming down from the adrenaline of his game, his goals.. although still a little pissed and tense, he couldn’t help but take you up on your offer to help him wind down — especially not when you offered the idea up to him as you sunk down to your knees. you feel his fingers tighten in the dip of your shoulder as you pull back, and he gives you two deep breaths before he’s pulling you forward again, toes curling when he feels you hollow your cheeks to bob your head along the length of him. “i’ll score 100 fuckin’ goals if this is what it gets me.. fuck you in the damn stands so everyone knows y’re mine.” barou groans, listening to the small, punched out gasps that escape your tight throat every time his hips sink forward. he braces himself with each thrust, keeping a heavy, steady rhythm before his long fingers are curling along the underside of your throat, to feel the way his cock is bulging through the skin.

the light swirl in your head is fuzzy and warm, feeling your toes curl with a sharp wave of pure desire from where you’re kneeled at his feet when he’s pressing you closer—his heavy balls pinned against your chin as messy, wet spit trails down your skin with each swirl of his hips. “you want my cum, babygirl? gonna clean me up real good?” a breathless edge follows barou’s voice when he cuts himself off with a deep growl, watching your eyes flutter and you moan before you’re nodding against his hip, lips stretched deliciously around the base. “don’t make a mess, better take it all.. fuck—jus’ cleaned the sheets.”

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[sevngmin148]

Bad Day || ksm x reader

boyfriend!seungmin & gender neutral reader

genre: fluff/comfort

warnings: crying

summary: seungmin comforts you after a long and draining day.

note: new blog! it’s been a while since i’ve written, so it’s a bit short!

To say your day had physically and emotionally drained you would be an understatement. You felt like a zombie as you stumbled into your apartment, dropping your stuff by the door and toeing off your shoes before making your way to the couch and collapsing onto it. You glanced up as you heard your boyfriend make his way into the living room, your eyes immediately filling with tears as you looked up at him. Before either of you could say anything, he rushed over and took you into his arms.

Seungmin just rubbed your back as you cried into his shoulder, sitting on the couch and pulling you closer, whispering words of encouragement into your ear. He never really knew how to comfort people, but he always tried his best when it came to you.

When your tears finally slowed and you were able to take a few deep breaths, Seungmin pulled back and cupped your cheeks. He wiped your tears with the pads of his thumbs, a small pout on his lips. “Bad day?” He tilted his head slightly as you nodded, sniffling softly. “Nobody at work ever takes me seriously. I had to make three coffee runs today. Then the printer was jammed and nobody else bothered to do anything but complain, so I had to fix it. On top of that, my boss wasn’t happy with the project I turned in.” You rambled on about how stressful your day had been as Seungmin listened intently, holding your hands and stroking your knuckles while nodding and humming. When you finally finished spilling out your frustrations, you sighed and shook your head, looking up at him.

“Go take a shower and I’ll order something for dinner. Then we can watch whatever you want.” He leaned in to peck your lips, taking note of the way your shoulder relaxed as you nodded in agreement. “Thank you, Min.” You mumbled while climbing to your foot, dragging yourself to the bathroom.

After your shower, you felt much more relaxed. Wearing your comfiest pajama pants and one of Seungmin’s shirts, you made your way back to the living room, a small grin forming on your lips as you eyed the boxes of food he’d ordered. Plopping onto the couch, you leaned into his side and kissed his cheek as he wrapped his arm around you, putting your favorite show on TV. “You’re the best boyfriend I could ever ask for.” You sighed contently as he mirrored your grin and kissed your forehead. “Anything for you.” He responded, passing you a plate filled with your favorite foods.

The two of you giggled and ignored the TV as you are and talked, Seungmin telling you about his day at the studio and all the chaos his members caused. “Chan looked like he was gonna explode, you should’ve seen the vein in his forehead!” He cackled, throwing his head back as you tried to muffle your own laughter. Once you were sufficiently stuffed with food and your sides ached from laughing, you rested your head on Seungmin’s shoulder. He ran his fingers through your hair, watching you with an affectionate expression as you struggled to keep your eyes open. “I’ll clean up real quick.” He planted a quick peck to your lips before climbing to his feet and cleaning up all of the food.

As much as you fought to stay awake, you were just too exhausted and were fast asleep by the time he put everything away. Chuckling to himself, Seungmin lifted you bridal style and carried you to your shared bedroom, laying you down before carefully climbing into bed with you. “I love you.” He whispered, holding you against his chest.

[akixxsstuff]

Bathroom Blues

Death Note L Lawliet x gender neutral reader

NSFW content // Fluff // Part two // Click here for part 1 // Click here for part 3

Summary: L turns down a very tempting offer from you since his priority needs to be the Kira case and not you. However he still can't take his mind off you so he tries to release his "frustrations".

"Only for you. Especially if that pain would involve a few smacks on my ass right before you fuck me".

Like always, L's facial expression remained unamused. However, if it wasn't for the deep, red blush covering his face, he would have fooled you into thinking that he wasn't affected.

"What a lovely shade of red you've got there, you ought to wear it more," you smugly said. You then stood up and placed your hands on L's knees, your face centimetres apart from his.

"Especially if it's around me" you whisper. Even though L feels like he is going to go into cardiac arrest, he still manages to calmly say, "I can not control the blood distribution in my face, nor the automatic response of my nervous system". "So you're saying that you can't control yourself around me?" you say with a shit-eating grin.

"I'm not saying anything Y/N" L replies trying to ignore that his hands are shaking so much that he could fall right out of his chair. "No? Well call me crazy because this whole time I thought you were talking to me". "If you're going to focus on anything, please let it be the footage I gave you. We have a case to work on" L mutters.

You move back and pick up your laptop, "Relax, I won't tease you anymore, I need to get some sleep anyway, night night" you chuckle softly, and ascend the stairs and into the dark. Thank God, you were finally gone. A second longer and you'd probably notice the very prominent tent in L's jeans. Plus, L couldn't allow any distractions from his case, especially one as charming, cheeky and irresistible as you.

L huffes in annoyance knowing that he wouldn't be able to get any work done until he took care of the hard bulge in his underwear. It was going to be another night in the bathroom of him touching himself to the thought of you.

L couldn't help but softly groan during his walk to the bathroom as his denim was rubbing against his erection. Once he arrives, L immediately locks the door and fumbles at his flyer, feeling so desperate, horny and honestly embarrassed. Embarrassed because the great L couldn't control himself over one mere person. One gorgeous, smart, funny and perfect person.

A strangled groan leaves L's mouth as soon as he grips his hard cock, he gives it a few firm but slow strokes, finally feeling some relief. L then coats his stiff shaft with saliva to mimic the feeling of your slick hole wrapped around his now painfully aroused dick.

"Nghn! Ah-ah! S-s-shit..." L moans while thrusting his needy hips into his hand.

His grip is tight, his dick is wet, just like how all your holes would be.

L can imagine the sight of his glistening shaft repeatedly thrust into you as his hips bounce against your soft, plump ass. He just wanted to hear, "I need your cock...please..I don't care where and how you use it, I just fucking need it!" from you.

"Nghn! Yeah? Just promise that you'll cover my face with all your sweet, sticky cum after", L whispers to himself in response to his fantasies.

L begins to pump his cock harder and faster, drops of precum were now spilling all over the floor and his dick was throbbing. His groans and grunts become louder as he gets closer to shooting a load of thick, hot cum.

L just wished that it could be all over your pretty face or in your warm, wet and abused little hole. Well...it would be abused after he was done with it.

"Ah-ah..ahh, Y/N I-I n-need you Y/N! Ngh!" L pleads as his strokes became more clumsy and rigid. Then finally, L's tip spurts his delicious, thick cum all over the bathroom floor.

"Y/N/ L/N, you are the most distracting and frustrating variable in my entire case. But you're the most addicting and precious variable in my entire life".

[mediocre-quill-ink]

Sarcasm

Gavin × reader enemies to lovers pt 1

Content: lots of swearing, two (2) furby references, a little violence, gender neutral pronouns, but use of "good girl" in one part. Connor is readers' best friend, reader is also a hot head, cringe come backs, I don't know how police work works.

Gavins fucking smirk

A shit eating grin spread across Gavins face as he laughed about whatever he and his friend were talking about, whatever it was it was funny enough for gavin to slam his hand against the table a couple of times too. God can he be quiet for one fucking second?

My jaw clenched looking at him.

Gavin fucking Reed. The office shit head. Honestly, what can't I say about him. Loud, rude, perverted, and generally just safety hazard. He walks around like he owns the fucking place and dosnt give two shits about people. Partners coming and going like a rotating door, I can only imagine why.

His friend, I often forget her name, gives him a smile before what looks like warm goodbyes followed by her walking out of the break room. I've never really gotten to know her. At first glance, she looks like a decent person, maybe even someone I'd hang out with, but if she's such chums with Gavin, then I can't imagine how she must be like. As his smile faded, he took a final sip of coffee, paper cup crushing in his hand shortly after before he finally tries to throw the trash in the metal garbage basket. He misses.

I couldn't help but let a snicker slip between my lips. he suddenly turned his attention to me, eyes narrowing. His expression hardens almost immediately as he walks over to pick up the crumpled up paper coffee cup and drop it in the trash. "Fucking great shot." I whispered to myself, suppressing a smile as I looked back at my work, trying to focus on the case in front of me.

The computer displayed a file about a recent robbery, a man decided to rob his friends home because he didn't pay him back. Not only did he break and enter to get his money back, but he stole various other items from the house. Mostly items of value like jewelry but also strange random stuff like packs of gum and a furby? In all honesty, I couldn't blame him, but it was strange non the less.

I pulled out my note pad, jotting down important details, occasionally throwing in my own theories for motivation.

My pencil skid across the paper as something heavy bumped into my desk. I quickly looked up to be met with narrow brown eyes "y/n." Gavin spat. "Reed." I shot back

He pressed his palm onto my desk, trying to take a more relaxed pose, though he still looked ridged. "wanna tell me what you were laughing at?" He demanded rather than questioned. A small smile cracked on my face again, thinking about it. I quickly forced it to disappear. "Oh, nothing. you're a star shooter, maybe even have a chance on the NBA. Though... you would have to be a bit taller." I quipped, the smile I was suppressing slipping back on my face. The palm that sat relaxed on my desk tightened, fingers flexed in uncomfortable forms. "You think you're so fucking smart-"

"not really. Just better."

His tongue stabbed his cheek, looking around the room with a fake impressed face. "Oh! Oh, you think you're better?" Gavin snickered quietly, looking at whoever was walking by as he spoke."They think they are better than me! Ooo!"

My lip curled in disgust. Absolutely childish. I fought off, rolling my eyes to no success. "Well then, tell me how. How are you better?" I opened my mouth to speak, but then he cut me off. "Go on, tell me. How." My brows frowed for a second before breathing in to speak, and he once again cut me off. "How?" I squinted at him slightly, opening my mouth, and he did it again. "Go on. say something." His eyes held a knowing look, a smile slowly creeping on his face. I just stared at him, jaw clenched, a warm rage shooting through my veans. He nodded slowly. "That's what I thought." He whispered. Tapping my desk, and gave me that fucking. Smile. "Eat shit, Reed." I spat. He clicked his tongue at me and winked. "Aww, love you too." He hummed sarcastically. Finally walking away, stuffing his hands in his jacket pockets.

My head began to sting as a sudden headache washed over me. All the focus I had on my case disappeared, placing my hands on my head, I sucked in a deep breath, the pain taking over my skull. I pulled open a drawer at my desk, looking for my mini bottle of aspirin. Rummaging my hand around, I realized to my dismay that I ran out two weeks ago and I forgot to get a new one. Fuck. I shot a glance at gavins desk, he sat relaxed, scrolling on his phone, feet propped up on his desk, one foot tapping to a nonexistent rythem. The headache grew worse, a small groan escaping my lips.

I flenched as a hand rested on my shoulder. I quickly spun around, in doing so, ripping the hand off me,to see Connor, looking down at me with a soft expression. "Sorry to disturb you, detective l/n. I just came to check on you. I noticed your stress levels were higher than normal, are you alright?" He quirked his head slightly. I let out a low sigh, out of relief and frustration. "Yeah, I just- Gavins being... Gavin." I mumbled. "I think he gave me a fucked head ache, too." Connor nodded, his gaze falling over to Gavins desk. "What did he do this time?" He asked calmly. I groaned at the fresh memory. "He was being an immature brat." Connor hummed in response "ah so nothing new." He shot me a soft smile. I huffed a laugh in response. "Nothing new." I agreed, small smile spending across my lips.

Hours passed, and I finally finished my work, getting ready to leave. I grabbed my things, sliding my phone and other items on my pockets. A sense of relief washed over me when i realized my head ache finally disappeared.

I walked over to Connors desk, and he was already prepared to leave, patiently standing as he waited for Hank to gather his things. "Wanna do anything today, Connor?" I asked, pulling out my phone to look for any local events happening. Connor and I usually hang out every Thursday, something we sorted out once Connor deviated. He said it made him feel more human, and i loved hanging out with him, so who am i to deny him such luxurys. "I was hoping we could go to a bar. I haven't had a drink in a while, and I've been craving a nice cocktail." I offered. "Maybe. I thought it'd be fun to attend a dog show. There's an event happening in an hour just a few miles away." Connor stated.

A smile cracked on my face. "Decisions, decisions." I tisked, slipping my phone back in my pocket. "How about we go to the dog show and then the bar?" I offered. The android nodded in agreement. "we can do that." I nodded back, then turned to Hank. "wanna join us?" Hank shook his head, flicking his hand in dismissal. "No, you kids have fun. I just wanna sit around my house today." I sat my fists on my hips and replied,"Not even for the bar?" At that hank let out an almost frustrated sigh. "I'd love to, but Connor made me promise I'd cut back on drinking."

I glanced over at connor for a moment, who stayed neutral before looking back at Hank. "Huh. Well, I'm proud you're sticking to that, see you later, Hank." I replied, waving to Hank as I started to leave. "I'm only doing it cause connor will never shut up about it. Don't be so proud." He grumbled, patting down his pants for keys. "Mmm hmm, bye hank!" I called again, exiting the department.

Connor sat with perfect posture in the plastic fold out chair next to mine. The auditorium was filled with bustling voices, most excited for the upcoming dog show but behind us I could hear some whispering voices.

"Are they with an android?"

"Do you think they are dating it?"

"Wouldn't surprise me. Everyone's doing it now a days."

"I know, what has humanity come to?"

I tensed at the hushed gossiping behind us, glancing over at connor. He returned a confused look. I shrugged, baffled, not knowing what to say. We weren't dating, never have, and I didn't really have plans to, connor and I were nothing more than good friends, but even if we were, I didn't see the big deal. "Are you alright?" Connor muttered, leaning in slightly. I nodded, glancing around briefly. "I'm fine, are you fine?" He gave a single nod, smiling softly. "I hear enough anti-android speech, I'm fine." My jaw dropped slightly. "That response doesn't comfort me, connor." I breathed. He leaned back into his seat, nodding over to me. "I'm fine. If you want to talk about it, we can do that after the show." I sighed, bringing my attention back to the bordered off center of the gymnasium. A woman appeared with a microphone in her hand, introducing the show.

"Hello everyone ! Welcome to the..."

As she spoke, I replied to connor, "No, it's alright, we don't have to."

"Yes! Thank you!" I groaned, taking a sip from my martini. Connor and I were deep in conversation. "The bull territor should have won! It was so obedient! And so cute! And- and- it's tricks were so well done and timed and ... dude, I'm so mad." Connor nodded in agreement. "I'm very upset as well. Either the bull territor or the corgi." He was leaning against the bar counter, I always felt awkward taking connor to bars and restaurants because he couldn't eat. I often felt rude because of it. I've caught myself offering my own drink or meal to him and then immediately becoming intensely embarrassed.

"The corgi? I mean, she was good, but that husky, rot willer thing was better." Connor shook his head in disagreement "no he wasn't! His routine was sloppy!" My eyes widened."Sloppy?? It was graceful! And adorable!"

Before I could finish my thoughts, a new objective came to mind. I sighed. "I'll be back, I gotta go take a piss." I grumbled. Connor just nodded in response. I quickly hopped off the bar stool, walking past the arrangement of dining tables filled with people eating greasy burgers and dry chicken fingers, squeezing behind patrons playing pool under warm yellow lights. Suddenly, I was knocked back, spinning around. I bumped into someone leaving the men's restroom. Forcing a startled yelp out of me. "Oh my god! I'm sorry, are you okay?" I turned around, disoriented to see a familiar pair of brown eyes staring back at me.

"What the fuck are you doing here?" Gavin asked anger and shock laced into his voice. My eyes widened. No fucking way. "I'd ask you the same thing." He stepped closer to me, tilting his head slightly "I was trying to relax and have a good fucking time until you showed up." I stared at connor, a sudden wave of fear stinging in my chest. I can deal with Gavin on my own, but Connor has told me about the awful shit he's tried on him. I don't want to know what kind of scene Gavin would cause if he knew he was here. He noticed my split attention and followed my gaze, looking at the android, idely sitting on the bar stool with patience. "And you brought the fucking plastic prick? God, I knew you were lonely, but I at least expected you to hire a hooker or something, not bring the human shaped furby."

My blood turned to fire, fist clenching tight to my thigh. "Reed, you're so noxious, not even a furby could talk to you, and they are one of the most basic robotic toys." He rolled his eyes. "That's the best you could come up with?" He hissed, almost smiling. "I don't need to be clever when you're the biggest joke in the whole bar." At that, his face went red, he snached my wrist, pulling me so close I could feel his breath on my face, he smelled of cigarettes. "Got any more little quips?" His grip was tight around my wrist, eyes boring into me.

My breath began to shake. He was always a ball of rage, but this was the first time he got physical with me. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my courage. He simply hummed, a pleased smile spreading across his face. "That's right, quiet." He lulled. A sudden warmth spread across his cheeks, my heart skipping a beat. He was so close, so warm... No. No! I can't think that shit about Gavin. He's Gavin fucking reed!

His messy hair hung over his face slightly, framing his features in a way I never really observed. His eyes as intimidating as they were were also gorgeous, hot coffee colors burning holes in my face. His lips were... Was he kind of... handsome?

My vision went white

My hand stung with sudden force. As I opened my eyes, vision clear, I just realized I slapped him. His face will plastered with shock, a red mark quickly appearing on his cheek. The outline of my hand singed into his stubbled face. Once I realized what I've done, Gavins' expression started to change. What ever shock he had melted away into something more unsettling. His brows arched, nose crinkled, teeth slightly bared. "You bastard!" He quickly realed back his arm and I braced for impact, moving my hands up to cover my face.

And waited

The impact never came. I opened my eyes to see Connor standing next to gavin now, a firm grip on his wrist. Gavins hand was curled into a fist. "I would advise you dont do that." Connor stated firmly, his expression hardened.

Gavins jaw clenched, nostrils flaired and used his other arm to sock Connor in his stomach. Connor flenched, wavering slightly as his knees buckled. Not falling, but his stance was no longer ferm enough to hold onto Gavin.

He quickly snapped back to me, grabbing me by the collar of my shirt and yanking me twords him. His breath was hot against my skin. "Get. out." Was all he stated. My breath began to tremble, and he shoved me back with force, pointing at the door. "And take that aluminum peice of shit with you!" I could feel myself shaking. Not just from fear but from rage. I clenched my fist, taking in deep breaths, and walked over to connor, grabbing his arm. "Come on, the human sewage is starting to make me nauseous."

I could feel all eyes on me as i dragged connor out of the restaurant, whispers and mutters, filling the air. a wave of heat washed over me, embarrassment pricking at my neck. Among the eyes and disembodied voices, one set stuck out to me. An almost burning sensation on the back of my head, I knew it was Gavin watching with pride as I ran away. Running away like I always do. Why can I never finish the fight? A single voice, though the muddied whispers, stuck out to me. "That's right, walk away like a good girl."

Connor, now caught up with my pace, pushed open the glass door in front of us. I could feel my face turn warm from rage. I wanted to turn around and sprint at Gavin and knock his teeth out with full force. But Connor simply tugged at my arm, swaying me enough to follow him out the bar.

I stepped out, a mix of shame, rage, and a new sense of... aroused confusion all pummeling at my stomach. As I turned around, looking into the restaurant for a final time and all the way in the back I could see gavin standing with his arms crossed, wearing that fucking smirk.

Pt 2

[cupidjyu]

why are you hiding?

hyunjae x reader

genre: fluff, flirting, shyness, gender-neutral reader (pretty and beautiful are used but i like using them to describe everyone!), GIGGLES, kissing note: since im too busy to write right now, i decided to post this drabble that I wrote a long time ago! it's purely self-indulgent so, see i remember i was giggling a lot writing this bc i want this to be ME word count: 0.7k

you furrowed your eyebrows as you looked at your reflection in the mirror. you were supposed to go out with your friends and they seemed to think a dress code was necessary. so there you were adored in your prettiest outfit. you put more effort into how you look than you usually do. after smoothing down the fabric and turning around, you let out a nervous sigh, knowing that your boyfriend—who was accompanying you to the dinner—was sitting just outside, waiting for you to finish. 

hyunjae’s not a judgy person, of course not. you didn’t know why you were so nervous to show him. maybe, it was along the lines that instead of being a judgy person, he’s a very… charming one. he always told you that you looked amazing no matter what you were wearing, whether it be a simple sweater or literal sleepwear. and you never failed to blush at his sincere words. he always teased you about it too.

with a sigh, you opened the bathroom door and stepped out. hyunjae immediately looked up from his phone. his eyes widened as he swiftly stood up. you stood frozen at the doorway, already feeling timid at his actions. he didn’t say a word yet his expression showed everything he wanted to. his lips pulled up into the most lovely smile as his eyes started to sparkle at the sight of you.

“hm?” he hummed quietly, raising his eyebrows teasingly. he took a few steps closer. “you look so beautiful.” he spoke softly, almost like if he said it any louder it would break you.

and you were already on the route to breaking. you couldn’t hide the smile growing on your face as your cheeks began to burn. you fidgeted with the hem of your clothing as you avoided his glittery eyes who continued to search your face with such adoration. instead, you chose to stare down at the ground, unable to control your pounding heart.

you could see as he leaned even closer to you. you could smell his fragrance which smelled so impossibly close to roses. perfect for the occasion, you thought. with the close proximity, you brought your shaky hands up to your face, trying to cover your bashfulness.

you could hear his breathy, slightly deep laugh. 

“why’re you hiding your smile?” 

your face only burned more at the tone of amusement in his smooth voice.

unable to handle it anymore, you turned away from him, deciding to try to escape him and his lovely words. with your hands still covering your face, fingers slightly spread to peek through, you began to walk away. 

but you couldn’t seem to get even a third step in. your breath hitched at the feeling of a delicate hand closing around your waist. it tugged your whole body, causing you to twist around to face him once again as you dropped your hands out of shock. he adjusted his grip and pulled you right back to where he was standing. he was still smiling, a hint of teasing behind his pretty eyes.

surprised, you inhaled as you then felt his arms wrap around your waist into a full-fledged hug. with you stumbling slightly, he brought you even closer until your body was in contact with his chest. he looked down at you, his eyes softening.

“where do you think you’re going?”

you let out a small squeak, bringing your hands back up to your face, pressing slightly. you could feel the heat radiating off your face as your heartbeat was impossibly fast.

he laughed again, letting go of your waist. he instead brought his own hands up to yours. he gently took them in his and slowly pulled them away from your face, intertwining the fingers. you gazed at him with wide eyes. he stared back with relaxed eyes, a small smirk replacing his smile.

“there’s no need to hide,” he whispered. he leaned closer to your face, only inches away from your lips. “i think i just fell in love with you again.”

“hyunjae… i-” you tried to speak but you were immediately interrupted by his lips on yours. his hands were still entangled with yours as he leaned in more, deepening the kiss. you sighed into it, melting into his touch.

maybe you should dress up more often.

YOU GUYS UEUEUEUEU TTT TTT T EUEUUETEKDSJDFHG

[blue-howlite]

Hi)

Saw you wrote something for Pandora - such a pleasant suddenness ☺️

Could you write Xerxes Break x Reader one shot? 🥹 Maybe something when he wakes up and there she is to comfort him and reassure that he is still here?

Yessss I'm totally down for that! I love this idea it's just so cute and Xerxes deserves the love. I'll go with gender neutral reader if that's okay, I saw you used a feminine pronoun there but since there wasn't an explicit request for a fem reader I'll go with gn reader.

Xerxes Break x Reader, oneshot

Yn = Your name.

Type: pure fluff.

Warnings: some spoilers but that's to be expected, maybe a little thanatophobia trigger if you're very empathetic and sensitive, couple fluff and you and Xerxes being very intimate but that's it.

Author note: sorry for being so late, I had a sort of writer block but I'm happy to be back! Also sorry if it's kinda short. I'm guessing I'm the "quick but intense" kinda one shot writer at this point.

You woke up feeling a warmth pressing on your side.

You opened your eyes, only to find your partner, Xerxes, asleep and with his forehead touching your side, just below your chest. His expression was relaxed, although you couldn't say it was peaceful. There was something about it that made you worry about Xerxes.

As you looked up, you didn't see sunlight enter your room. The only light was the moon shining through your window, illuminating your lover's face. His body was messily wrapped under the sheets, as if he had moved in his sleep. He usually kept a little distance when sleeping, so you didn't feel his movements.

Gently, you placed a hand on his cheek. You immediately felt Xerxes lean in it.

«What's wrong?» you whispered, knowing he was awake by now, as you stroked his cheek with your thumb. He exhaled, then proceeded to bury his face in your side.

You turned so that he was now facing your chest, and hugged him. Xerxes didn't move, still pretending to be asleep.

You started gently stroking his hair and humming a tune, hoping that would soothe him enough to actually go back to sleep. Instead he hugged you, pulling you close and murmuring with his face still buried in your chest.

«If... if I open my eyes... I'm afraid I'll wake up from a dream... and I'll still be there, on the brink of death...» he said, his voice almost breaking.

You kissed his forehead, still stroking his hair with a hand and embracing him with the other arm.

«It's no dream, I promise. You survived, came back to me, and now we're in our room. It's alright.» you whispered softly.

He nodded, then turned his face to you and slowly opened his eye. Xerxes never talked about the trauma the experience of saving the world left in him. He never said how grateful he was to have made it out alive. He just stared into your eyes, slowly settling back into reality and fully waking up from the nightmare he just had. Even if you couldn't understand everything he went through and how he felt, you didn't need to; you just had to be there for him when he needed you the most and reassure him that he was there and alive.

He close his eyes and took a deep breath, then exhaled as he opened them again. You were still there, he was still hugging you, in your shared room. His face finally gained the peaceful expression he usually had in his sleep and his most intimate moments with you.

«I love you.» he murmured. His voice sounded real too.

«And I love you.» you responded. Your voice sounded real as well, which reassured him.

He settled himself in your arms, his cheek against your chest, his ear listening to your heartbeat, as his own hand found place on his chest, to feel his heartbeat. Like that, he fell asleep again, as you held him.

The world was safe, he was alive, you two were together. Everything was truly alright.

[eddie-van-munson]

hi ! :)

can you write something for eddie with a henderson!reader that feels kinda jealous of dustin? they are adopted or something like that that makes them feel kinda distant and left out from their family, and now dustin is also leaving them behind because they find steve and eddie so much interesting :(

Warnings: Hurt/Comfort (Angst and Fluff), Enemies to Friends, Reader was Adopted into the Henderson Family as a Teen, Cursing, Gender Neutral Pronouns, Brief Mention of Divorce/Foster Care, Henderson!Reader.

(A/N: I'm still looking for Vampire!Eddie requests! Thank you if you've sent one in!! I appreciate likes, comments, and reblogs if you enjoyed my writing! Thank you!!)

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Of course, out of everyone in his chemistry class, you were assigned Eddie Munson as a lab partner. Eddie, he had quite a reputation. No one liked him, but you hated him.

He never quite knew why. He had a pretty good track record with Hendersons'. Dustin loved him, of course, and his mom ended up being pretty fond of him too. She'd insisted that Dustin invite him to dinner when he first joined Hellfire Club. Undenounced to Eddie, he easily fit into three categories that guaranteed Claudia's immediate love of him:

-Dustin's friend ✔

-Young People Who Say "Yes Ma'am" and Ask to Help with the Dishes✔

-Hungry Teenagers That Compliment her Cooking✔✔✔

Eddie, who lived primarily on school lunches and frozen dinners, had eagerly accepted her offers of second and third helpings of pot roast, which definitely won him brownie points in the "mom book".

But then there was you.

Maybe it was because you weren't biologically a Henderson. That must be it. Maybe that's why you had such a bad habit of glaring at him from across the cafeteria. Maybe that's why you so often tried to talk Dustin out of attending Hellfire meetings. Maybe that's why you were actively trying to convince Mrs. O'Donnell to let you do the chem project alone.

Eddie tried not to let it hurt his feelings.

"It's not a big deal. Jesus..." He cut off your argument with the teacher, throwing his bag over his shoulder. "It's one project. I'm not happy about it either, trust me, but you don't see me bitching about it."

Mrs. O'Donnell opened her mouth to scold Eddie for cursing, but the bell cut her off. You refused to meet his big brown eyes, groaning as you packed your backpack up, "Just come to my place after school. Don't be late or I'll start without you."

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It took Eddie about twenty minutes to pry himself away from Dustin and up the stairs to your room. You shot him an annoyed look when he opened your bedroom door sheepishly, "I told you not to be late."

He rolled his eyes, "Oh, you're just so eager to see me, hm?"

"No." You spat, not bothering to look up at him as you flipped through the pages of your textbook. "I'm eager to get this stupid project done and throw you out of my house."

He tutted with faux dismay, shaking his head. "Always so sour."

You flipped him off as he snatched a page of your notes, scanning them lazily and plopping down on your bed. You groaned, swatting his leg from where you were seated on the floor, "Ew. Don't sit on my bed with your outside clothes'"

Eddie ignored you, flipping the page to read the back. "Do you smoke? You should. It'd help you relax enough to get that stick out of your ass."

"You are such a-"

"An asshole?" He met your gaze, tossing the paper to the side. "A prick? A dumbass? Trust me, babe. I get it. You don't like me."

You scoffed, trying to hide your embarrassed flush. "I'm not your babe."

His dark brows furrowed, "So you can call me every mean name in the book but I can't call you a nice one?" Eddie rolled over onto his back with an annoyed huff, staring at the ceiling. "Why do you hate me so much, huh? What did I ever do to you?"

Eddie watched your expression as you scribbled something in your notebook. You wrote for a long time before tossing the book to the side and cursing, giving up on the silent treatment. You were quiet for a long time.

Finally, you sighed, crossing your arms. "When Dustin started Freshmen year, he didn't know anybody. He...he needed me. He needed a friend. He was my little buddy."

Eddie stared at you, a crease in his forehead as he sat up on his elbow to listen.

"He and his friends all sat with me at lunch. He always wanted me to drive him home and help him with his homework...Family Video has a deal they run on Thursday, so we had movie night every week. I finally had a sibling. An actual sibling. Not just Foster Care shit."

His expression softened, stomach churning with oncoming guilt.

"When he met you, and I was really happy for him at first, you know? I was glad he had someone else watching out for him at school. But then he joined Hellfire, which is on Thursday nights..."

Eddie frowned. You continued on.

"It wasn't a big deal. I figured we could do something else. But all of a sudden he didn't want to sit with me at lunch because he sat with Hellfire. And he didn't need me to drive me home because you were going to. He started telling you when people picked on him and he'd ask you to go with him to Lucas' games and..." you sighed. "He's always talking about you. It was bad enough with just Steve, you know? But at least Steve isn't a D and D expert. I mean, come on. I don't stand a chance. Of course he worships you."

He had pity in his big brown eyes. You hated it. You'd have preferred it if he laughed at you. You pulled your knees into your chest, unsure what had sparked your sudden vulnerability.

"So yeah, that's why I-..."

"Hate my guts?" Eddie offered, scratching his neck awkwardly.

"Hate your guts." You mumbled it, looking more sad than angry now.

Eddie climbed down off the bed, sitting on the floor beside you. You stared at your chipped toenail polish, trying to ignore the fact that it was oddly comforting to have him a bit closer.

"He talks about you all the fuckin' time. You know that?"

You hesitantly met his eyes, refusing to let your face betray the ounce of hope he'd given you. "Really?"

Eddie chuckled, "Oh, he won't shut up about you."

You couldn't help but give a little smile, blushing. "Welcome to my world."

He laughed, his curls tickling your arm he glanced over at you. There was a silence. "I'm sorry I stole your little brother."

You shrugged, "You didn't steal him. He was eager and willing. 's not your fault." You paused, "It's just easier to hate you than it is to admit that he likes you better than me."

"That's not it." Eddie shook his head, his tone firm. "Not at all. If he had to save one of us from a burning building? I'm going up in flames, babe."

You giggled, your grin genuine, and Eddie couldn't help but return it. You shook your head at him, "Not a chance."

"I'm serious." He insisted. "There's one thing you're not taking into consideration here..."

Your brow quirked, "And that is?"

"It's not that he'd pick me over you. It's that he'd pick D and D over both of us. He's only using me for my wealth of knowledge."

You burst into laughter, head lulling against your bed frame. "He'd go save all of his books, that little shit! We'd both die in that fire!"

Eddie beamed, chuckling, and offered you his hand. "That's why we've gotta save each other, huh? Team up."

He looked so smiley and pretty there. It made you feel smiley and pretty. You were starting to understand why Dustin loved him so much. You shook his hand. "Alright, Munson. I'll bite."

He leaned forward to admire the little pictures you'd doodled on the toe of your sneaker, tracing them with his fingertips. "You ever thought...maybe you and Harrington and I could all co-parent?"

You smirked, watching him toy with your shoe. "What, like he's a child of divorce?"

"Yeah! Harrington gets him from Monday to Wednesday. I get him Wednesday to Saturday. You get him Saturday to Monday."

Eddie grinned when you have an amused snort, "Or we could all three spend time with him together?"

He scoffed, "Are you crazy? You put all three of us in a room with that kid and his head would explode."

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[barakittens517]

PT. VI: The Revelation

Summary: In which the plot thickens.

Part V: The Reckoning PT VII: The Truth

Words: 2,696

Warnings: minor character death, minor religious themes (ya know, the usual)

Pairing: Morpheus x gender neutral reader

Notes: this took approximately 9000 years to plan/write/agonize over/figure out, but y'all can have a little cliffhanger. as a treat < 3

Tag List: @ponyboys-sunsets , @i-am-not-a-raccoon-anymore

You walk away from the forest along a cobblestone path you hadn’t had time to notice before. It leads towards open fields, dotted with the cottages, cabins, and caves inhabited by dreams and nightmares. The residents seem wary of Morpheus, but they relax a little more at the sight of you next to him. 

You wonder if they were ever expecting him to return. It had to have been a rude awakening- pardon the pun- to have their century-long freedom revoked. You know the Dreaming has its purpose, and its existence demands a ruler. A creator. But you can’t help feeling bad for the mix of bitter and defeated expressions that greet the both of you. 

Once past the main stretch of homes, you wonder where Morpheus is going. The air weighs heavy with unspoken conversation. You’re both reluctant to bring up what happens next. 

You still don’t know what you are. 

Morpheus still doesn’t know what to do with you. He doesn’t want to admit that he has no idea what to do with you. Sure, he could uncreate you, but there would be no going back from that- he would have no rough draft to pull from, no blueprint to guide him.

And you are unique to him. Surprisingly feisty. He had grown used to the Corinthian’s outright defiance- most of the inhabitants of the Dreaming avoided him, and it was amusing to have one of them bold enough to speak freely with him (not that he would ever admit it.) But the Corinthian was fueled by spite and hatred, and as angry as you could get, you are not the same. 

Something about you is agonizingly familiar to the dream lord- comforting and yet uncomfortable.

He stops for a moment and pulls the book out of his coat, thumbing through the pages. He pauses on the page for Gault. You can make out the original design, some sort of shape-shifting nightmare with unmatched potential for the worst of horrors. 

He points towards the newest addition- an iridescent set of wings. “I am still learning,” he says quietly, “Even after all this time.”

You hold your breath, not wanting to ruin the moment with another ill-timed quip. In an uncharacteristic move, he hands you the book. You’re afraid to turn the pages. 

“Ms. Jude always said you learn something new every day,” you offer, admiring the shimmering colors of Gault’s improvement. Morpheus considers the phrase for a moment. 

“I have had infinite days,” he replies. “And yet, I feel as though I know nothing.”

You think back for a moment, to the day Ms. Jude finally tired of your incessant questioning. You had heard her curse your lack of education, and furthermore, your lack of manners. She had thrown up her hands in defeat, and announced,

“The only true wisdom is in knowing you know nothing,” you quote. “That’s what she told me.” You catch the faintest of smiles on his face before he drops an emotional time bomb.

“What happened to her?” he asks. Your heart doesn’t know whether to drop to the floor with your stomach or burst through your chest in panic.

There’s no way he knows, there’s no way he knows-

“I don’t know,” you lie, shrugging it off as though Ms. Jude was a passing thought and not a gut-wrenching memory. 

Morpheus watches you carefully, noticing how the book trembles in your hands. You flip through the pages to hide it. 

“Ellis,” he starts, and-

oh god are you going to throw up right now, I swear-

“Pick a dream.” 

“W-what?” 

He nods towards the book. “Pick a dream that you like.”

You find Fiddler’s Green immediately. “I only ever saw him in person,” you say, “But this looks like heaven. Like, actually.”

The dream lord reaches for the book again and tucks it into his coat, offering you his arm.

“Well, then, we shall pay Fiddler’s Green a visit,” Morpheus decides.

It is a quiet walk to your destination. Morpheus is distracted by his own thoughts, and you by yours. 

At what point would you own up to your history? There is not a doubt in your mind that Morpheus would be rid of you in an instant. Verity’s whispers echo in your head endlessly. 

There are so many memories that you cannot place. Perhaps they had lied to you- it certainly worked to get a reaction. But if it was the truth…  

Your thoughts are interrupted by the dream lord as you reach the grassy hills.

“Fiddler’s Green is one of my best creations,” he announces proudly. Your breath gets caught in your chest at the sight.  For as many heavenly views as there are in the waking world, none could hold a candle to Fiddler’s Green.

“What do you do here?” you ask. Morpheus drops his arm and takes a seat beneath a grove of flowering dogwood trees.

“Whatever you would like, little one.” 

The nickname rolls off of his tongue before he has the thought to stop it. 

A flicker of pride bursts in your chest before you have the thought to quell it.

 Morpheus quickly pulls the book from his coat and opens to Gault’s illustration. “There is no harm in taking a moment to relax. I was hoping to catch up on some new ideas, but you are welcome to explore.” 

You wrack your brain for a moment- you don’t want to bother the dream lord, but you are dangerously curious about the book in his hands. Sitting so close to him is not an option. Not while your heart is already pounding the way that it is. 

You take a moment to look around and notice the thick, curved branches above you. Aha. 

“I’m going to climb,” you announce, and Morpheus’ expression breaks into a grin. Your heart flips in your chest. You feel childish and yet giddy, filled with nostalgia, all at the same time. You had taught the Marwood children how to climb the giant pine tree in the back pasture. 

You’re standing on the first branch when the memory hits. 

“I’m not tall enough!” Eden whines, flapping her little arms in frustration. David is already on the third branch, determined to reach the very top. 

“I’ll help you this time,” you say, “but I know you can do it.” You swing her up onto the first branch, her little boots dangling a couple of feet off the ground. “Do you want to climb higher? You have to look for the closest branches first.” You point to the branch just above her head. 

She shakes her head. “I’m having fun right here,” she answers. You know she has a fear of heights, ever since her brother had pushed her off the top bunk of their bed. 

David is much higher above the both of you. “Be careful!” you warn. 

He is not the listening type, even at nine years old. You know he has lost all respect for adults since learning of his father’s anger. He hates Saul, and rightly so. And he’s becoming accustomed to ignoring all authority, including you. 

You can hear him grumbling, and you frown as a bundle of loose twigs and pine needles rain down from above. Eden is beginning to look nervous again, so you distract her with a game of Concentration. 

“Concentration, sixty-four, no repeats, or hesitation, I’ll go first, you go second, category is…” Eden pauses, “colors… Red.”

“Orange.”

“Yellow.”

“Green.”

“Blue!” she shouts.

“Purple,”

“Pink!” She’s giggling now, having thought of her favorite color.

“Black.” 

She hesitates. “...Gra-”

Her decision is cut short by the thundering crack of solid wood snapping into pieces. Eden’s eyes are wide as saucers as her brother hits the ground below. There is no yelling, no crying, no screaming. 

David is out cold. Lucky to be alive, and yet cursed with what the doctors would later name encephalitis lethargica. He never had the chance to wake up. Eleven months later, Saul demanded the doctors do something, anything, to end David’s pain. 

It was a lie. David did not feel any pain. But the family did, and Saul could not stand to watch his wife mourn a child who, by all accounts, should have suffered only a concussion and a handful of cracked ribs. 

But what was purgatory for the family became hell for the father. 

They dosed little David with a lethal amount of morphine. Eden never spoke again.

You’re standing on a higher branch now, one arm wrapped around the trunk of the tree. Morpheus is fully engrossed in his notes, and doesn���t notice the breath that gets caught in your lungs. 

Red- orange- yellow, green- blue- purple, pink- black... gray. Red- orange- yellow, green- blue- purple, pink-black… gray. 

The practice of naming colors had become a mantra after you left the Marwoods. You shake your head to clear the thought of Eden’s expression- eyes wide, looking pale as a ghost. You had forgotten the original memory, of that horrific fucking sound. 

From your perch above Morpheus, you can only pick out the larger illustrations- his handwriting is too difficult to see. However, the view of Fiddler’s Green from this vantage point is incredible. The sun is setting over the hills, tinting everything in golden hues. 

Looking around, your eyes catch the path you arrived on. The cobblestone had ended a while ago, and there wasn’t really a path to Fiddler’s Green- you reached it of your own accord. But now there’s a trail of violent-tinted morning glories that stops right before it reaches the dream lord beneath you. 

You swing down from a branch to the side to investigate further. It isn’t until you’re closer that you notice the bell-shaped white flowers that follow your own footsteps to the tree.

They give off a pleasantly sweet scent that would be overpowering if there were any more of them. You reach down to pluck one and stand, twirling the stem in your fingers. You kneel and  carefully place it in the dream lord’s book. His brow is furrowed, trying to decipher his own handwriting from so long ago. 

“I saw the morning glories, but I’ve never seen these before. What is it?” you ask. The dream lord’s face pales, and you notice he’s been looking over the drafts of a companion. “I-I’ve already seen that one,” you blurt, “I mean, don’t worry. It’s not weird. Not that it would be weird, but- shit, I’m sorry.” You’re flustered, and quickly snatch the flower back from its place on the page.

“My bad,” you mutter, stepping back and flopping down amidst the flower trail. The little flower is wilting in your hand, so you set it back with the morning glories. You can feel Morpheus watching your every move.

It’s unnerving. You keep your eyes low, and pretend to be more interested with the white flowers currently blooming around you. As beautiful as the place is, you wish Fiddler’s Green could appear in human form, to ward off whatever uncomfortable silence was enveloping the place.

Morpheus takes a breath, tucking his book away. Your existence had continually frustrated him- never before had he lacked an answer so completely. And yet, some part of him fostered an inkling of hope. An impossibility, but then-

Morpheus steps closer and kneels besides you, plucking one of the purple flowers from the ground. “Each time I visit, he leaves a trail of morning glories where I’ve been.” 

“What do they mean?” you ask.

Morpheus chuckles. “Well, they bloom each morning, and die each evening. That’s why they’re morning glories. Fitting for a dream lord.” 

He reaches for one of the little white flowers. You have started braiding them together, creating a little crown of purple and white blooms. It is giving you something to do besides fidget nervously, but your hands are still shaking.

You try to focus on tying knots, but the stems keep snapping just short. Morpheus is twirling one of the little white flowers in his hand. 

“Ellis,” he says finally, considering the epithet you introduced yourself with. “Where did you get that name?” 

Frustrated, you toss the string of flowers into the morning glories. “I don’t know. It’s the only thing I remember, really. I needed a name anyways, in the real world. Can’t get very far without one.”

Morpheus nods. “Do you know what these are?” He holds up the tiny white bloom. You shake your head. “They’re lilies of the valley.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” you ask. 

“There is a very old story about the Christian Jesus. It is said when he died, his mother Mary cried tears that turned to lilies of the valley. They’re meant to represent purity and humility. They’re also very pretty.” 

You know he’s waiting for you to say something, some sarcastic remark about what Fiddler’s Green is trying to imply here. But you’re frozen in place. There is no way Fiddler knows what you’ve done. So why would he do something like this?

“You don’t like them?” the dream lord asks gently. He knows something is amiss- you haven’t moved or said a word in minutes. The flower crown is trembling in your hands. 

“They’re fine,” you whisper, tears clouding your vision again. 

Morpheus is perplexed. He thought this new revelation would lead to the same conclusion he had already arrived at. “Ellis,” he says, placing a hand on your shoulder, “What’s wrong?” 

You want to rip up every single flower Fiddler’s Green has placed near you. This is some sick fucking joke, and you’re not laughing. 

“You’re right, they are pretty,” you avoid answering, but also fail to keep the bitterness out of your voice. 

Morpheus sighs, dropping his arms to his sides. He’s getting frustrated again. As much as he cares, this was not the reaction he had hoped for. “Do you know what Fiddler’s Green means by this?” he asks. 

You shake your head. He wants to tell you, to shake you into noticing exactly what he has. But you’re so close to tears, and he has never been very good with strong emotions.

So he sits with you. And waits. 

After a few minutes, you’re able to breathe calmly. The tears have stopped, although your eyes are now rimmed in red. You toss the half-finished flower crown to the morning glories and sigh, louder than you meant to. Morpheus tries to pick his moment carefully. 

“Ellis,” he says softly, hesitantly, “You have yet to meet my eye. Why?”

You shrug, picking at the grass absent-mindedly. “I can see you just fine, if that’s what you’re wondering.”

He shakes his head. “Does the thought of me terrify you that much?” 

You laugh, but the sound betrays how nervous you are. “No, it doesn’t. You don’t scare me,” you reply. “Are you supposed to?”  

“Well, if the Corinthian didn’t scare you, I’m not sure what will,” he jokes. The sound of your laugh puts some of his anxiety at ease.

Now’s the moment.

“Ellis,” he starts, and then stops. 

You turn slightly, enough to see him- how uncharacteristically uncomfortable he looks in his own realm. 

“... Yeah?” 

The dream lord takes a breath and tries again. “Do you know what Fiddler’s Green would’ve meant by this?” He motions to the little white flowers in front of him. 

You bite your lip to keep from snapping at that stupid dream and his stupid flowers. You shake your head no. 

“They’re lilies,” Morpheus says, waiting for the realization to hit you. It doesn’t. “Here,” he tries again, pulling his book out of his coat. He flips to a familiar page- the companion. 

“I’ve seen it before,” you say, pushing the book away. “I don’t blame you for trying to make a companion. I can’t imagine being alone as long as you have.” The words come out harsher than you’d like. 

“I haven’t always been alone,” Morpheus responds, “But that’s not the point.” He places the book in front of you, pointing to the flowers in the column. 

Your stomach drops. 

They’re lilies. 

They’re not quite the same as the ones that grow around you, but you can see Morpheus’ handwriting off to the side. 

fleur de lis - elis - ellis ? 

[hufflepuffplums]

Peach Confessions

summary: you and Cedric go to the beach

warnings: none

Authors note: this is my first fanfic that I have written, so I hope you like it. Sorry it’s a little short. Also i think I made Y/N gender neutral? This is before the fourth book.

Sitting on my bed staring out the window, it was a beautiful day. It was the middle of summer, and it just gets better everyday until we go back to Hogwarts.

“Do you want to go outside?” I asked my friend Cedric who was sitting on the floor reading a book.

He looked up. “Sure,” Cedric said, closing his book and leaning back on his hands. Cedric looked lost in thought. “Where would we go?” he inquired, focusing back onto me.

I looked off for a moment, “We could go swimming,” I suggested.

 Cedric brightened at my idea “Yeah! We could go surfing, I know a great little beach-”

“ No!,” I said, cutting him off with wide eyes.

He looked confused. I pulled my knees to my chest. “I mean, uh, I… don’t even have a board.”

“You could borrow one of mine, if you want,” Cedric said, giving me a puzzled look. He knew I was lying. But he didn’t know why. “Y/N,” Cedric said, moving closer, with a serious but slightly curious expression.“Is there something you're not telling me?” he asked.

“No.” I said fast. The room felt tense.

“Ok,” Cedric said, putting up his hands, deciding not to push it. The room's atmosphere relaxed. He put his hands down and said “when do you want to go?”

“We could go right now,” I said, sitting on the edge of the bed.

“Ok, we’re going to have to go to my house real quick though,” Cedric said, getting up and grabbing his jacket off the floor with him.

“Ok,” I said quietly. Grabbing my gear, I realized Cedric was staring at me with a look of concentration, like he’s trying to figure something out. He left the room so I could change afterwards.

Once I was done we walked out of my apartment building, with a pack on my back. Taking my glorious way of transportation; my bike, I followed Cedric to his house. 

“I’ll be back,” he said when we got there, kicking down the stand. He didn’t take long and came out with a pack of his own holding a. He changed into a tank top and his swim shorts. Cedric got on his bike. Once again following him this time to the beach he was talking about.

Riding my bike always gives me peace, the wind in my hair, the distant noise of birds, the view. I’d go biking over flying on brooms anyday. I feel free riding, always have.

We arrived there in no time, locking our bikes on the railing. I had to give him credit, It was a nice beach. It was like rocky meets sand in a perfect way; it was peaceful, not a lot of people were here and that made me relax. I’m not a fan of lots of people in one place.

We set up a blanket and we stripped down to our swimsuits. Cedric brought out a Quaffle he took from the school and we started to play volleyball in the water, let’s just say I crushed him by a million points. He was a poor loser and picked me up. I squealed as he proceeded to throw me into the water. 

It was quiet for a moment before I came up for air squirting salt water at him. The salt from the water was bitter on my tongue. I laughed, slashing more water at his dry skin. He had a feral look on his face just before he splashed me with a giant wave. I just started a war by accident, and I was losing hard core. Y/N, you idiot. 

The war continued for a while until I caught him off guard by tackling him into the water. We laughed when we reached the surface, still holding each other. I looked into his eyes, Cedric's eyes were a beautiful shade of blue. Like the ocean, calm and warm burning with desire. He was holding me close, and he was so warm. I wanted him to hold me forever.

He’s your best friend, physically and emotionally. He probably doesn’t feel the same way. With that thought I cleared my throat. Cedric let go of me immediately without telling me, his eyes leaving mine. I fell into the water not ready when he let go. Gasping when my head popped up from the water. He apologised, helping me up.

We went to our little camp and dried off. We were a little hungry, luckily we brought food. I got peaches and two cans of cola, and Cedric brought leftovers from last night. We chatted, and he tried apologising again for dropping me in the water. I was still a little annoyed. We were the only ones there now. Eating the peaches instead of eating the food he brought.

“If you don’t mind me asking, why didn’t you want to surf?” he asked, looking at me with the expression he has when he’s serious. Crap.

“Uh, I don’t want to talk about that,” I dismissed, looking down. 

“Y/N please tell me,” he pleaded, giving me the puppy dog eyes that make me melt. Damn you Cedric!

 “Cedric.. I- I don’t- I can’t,” I stuttered not being able to speak over the title wave of grief that hit me like a ton of bricks. 

“I love you, if you don’t want to tell me that’s okay, but if you want to I’ll be right here for you if you need me,” Cedric said, letting it go a bit. Holding my hand with a look that made my heart stop. Did he just say he loved me? 

“Well you know my dad?” I said, looking down. Tears welled in my eyes thinking of him.

“Yeah,” Cedric nodded.

“He.. he didn’t leave me when I was nine, he.. He died in a grindylow attack while he was out on the water with me out on his surfboard trying to teach me how to surf,” I said, sniffling and just about to cry.

Before I could wipe away my tears Cedric lifted my head, his index finger under my chin and wiped my tears with his thumb. He pulled me into his chest, hugging me tight while I cried my heart out. My tears dripped onto his shoulder. He kept whispering comforting words into my ears. He pulled me onto his lap so he could hold me closer. Telling me to let it all out. I sobbed for what felt like hours until I finally stopped. He never let me go, he just kept his hold on me. It was comforting, I felt safe.

“Did you mean what you said? About you loving me?” I said, hoping I didn’t ruin the mood, remembering what he said.

He inhaled, then he exhaled.

“I was hoping you wouldn’t remember that.. I wanted to tell you properly, but I really do love you Y/N, ever since I saw you on the Hogwarts train. When you walked into my compartment all shy and cute, your hair was shorter, I couldn’t stop staring at you, you were and still are the most beautiful person i’ve ever seen. So yes I meant it with all my heart, I give it to you,” he poured out to me, twisting to see me better.

My heart sang. I didn’t know what to say. So I turned to kiss him. I tried to pour all my passion into that kiss. Sparks flew when we touched lips. He tasted sweet from the peaches we ate. We got into a better position with me straddling his lap, our lips still connected. When we parted we were both out of breath. Cheeks flushed. His eyes were swimming with so much love and adoration.

“Does this mean you love me too?” Cedric asked. Hands on my waist.

“Yes, I love you Cedric Diggory,” I breathed out, happier than ever to finally tell him my true feelings.

From that moment on, I knew we would never part.

[fuck-goes-on]

Psychiatric

pairing/s: moon knight x reader, moon system & reader

summary: you visits the moon system in the hospital

warning/s: slight angst, hurt moon knight, mentions of a fight, moon and reader have an understanding wink wink

note/s: hey i’m back at it again with my moon system series, i hope you like this because i’ve been agonising over this for a couple days now HAHA

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The moment you got the call, you collapsed in your chair at home. You tried to control your breathing as you quietly panicked and thought about everything that could’ve happened. Did they get hurt? Did they get into trouble? Did they cause trouble? You wouldn’t know until you rushed to the hospital, and that’s exactly what you did.

Driving in London traffic was horrible, but even more so when you’re going somewhere important. It took you at least thirty minutes just get to the hospital and by that point, you were hysterical. Running in the building once you parked was a record time for you.

“Excuse me? Excuse me!” You called out for a nurse in the busy ER, hoping to find someone who could help you find them. You looked around frantically before a nurse came up to you. Grasping her by the arms, you asked, “Do you know where a man named Steven Grant is held?”

“Follow me,” she calmly responded and led you to the help desk where she sat and looked through some papers. After finding what she was looking for, she told you the room number to where they were put in. You thanked her and immediately rushed to the room.

When you reached the door, you opened it to find them laying down on the bed with an IV bag attached to their arm. They whipped their head to face you, and when they saw you, a embarrassed expression took over their face. You examined them for a moment before entered the room; There were bruises and cuts on their face and blood coating their knuckles. A bandage was wrapped around their head and torso, making you think the worst.

“Hello,” They said in a neutral tone, but their eyes showed you that they were anything but okay. “It’s Moon.”

“Moon, oh God.” You approached him with tentative steps, your hands coming up to touch him and his injuries lightly. He winced as you brush your fingers over his head, but relaxed as you cupped his face. “What happened to you?”

Moon grumbled for a moment before speaking up. “I got into a fight in the gym. Don’t worry, the guy looks worse than I do.”

“And that’s something to be proud of?” You deadpanned as you sat on a chair next to the hospital bed. He had the nerve to look sheepish before shrugging his shoulders. You huffed in frustration and gave him an admonishing look. “Moon, you know better than picking fights with other people. What really happened?”

He stayed quiet and that was fine by you, you could wait for him to answer you when he was ready. When he was, he vocalised his thoughts, “The guy at the gym, he recognised me as that guy who would come in with you at times. He said some vulgar things about you, things that made me and Marc mad.”

“So, you beat him up?” You asked gently. Moon nodded his head and muttered a soft ‘sorry’. You dropped your head on his shoulder in defeat. “You know, Moon, you didn’t have to do that. I wasn’t even there, baby.”

“Yes, but-”

“No buts! You could’ve gotten really hurt, Moon!” You exclaimed, “More hurt than you are now, and where would that leave me, huh?”

“I’m sorry,” Moon apologised, taking your hand in his and stroking your knuckles. “I promise it won’t happen again.”

“It better not,” You said, “Now tell me, how bad was the other guy?” Moon chuckled at that and gave you a smug grin. That’s how you knew you guys would be alright.