#Man just trying his best to stay positive and when stuff is finally starting to turn around this happens????? no fucking way

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T&B S2 Part2 really just said “fuck Yuri Petrov and Yuri Petrov specifically” omfg

[cod-fishing]

“Would you want to be buried with your family, Si?”

Simon looks over at Johnny, eyebrows raised at his lovers random interjection. He gives him a once over, eyes narrowing a little bit, trying to find what could have possibly brought that question on. Finding nothing, Simon turns back to his book.

Johnny watches him scan a few lines before replying. “Can’t.”

Johnny’s brows furrow. “Why not?”

“They thought I was dead,” he replies simply, almost absentmindedly as he flips a page. Johnny’s confusion only grows until,

“Washington got your spot,” he says with dawning horror.

Simon says nothing, just humming an assertion. Johnny finds himself in a position he is in far, far too often as Simon’s closest confidant- utterly horrified, while Simon shrugs, already having worked through it with a therapist years ago, and numb to the sheer tragedy.

Simon turns another page, and Johnny breathes through the instinct to start screaming. A man who betrayed him, tortured him, and killed his entire family. Buried in his families plot, where Simon deserves to be someday. Where Simon was supposed to be able to fucking rest, someday.

Eventually, when he’s more in control, Johnny opens his mouth again, and it only comes out a little bit grated.

“So if you die, what would you like?”

Simon snorts at the ‘if’, and finally looks back at Johnny, considering him.

“What do you want?” Simon asks simply.

Johnny just looks at him for a second. Blinks, licks his lips. Opens his mouth to tell the truth, but pussies out at the last second.

He cracks a smile, but Simon can see the way it doesn’t reach his eyes.

“Ah, I dunno. Just curious.”

Ghost considers the obviously bullshit answer, but decides to allow the out, turning back to his book. They lapse into a comfortable silence, Johnny going through his gear for their mission tomorrow, Simon flipping through his novel.

“What made you ask, anyways?”

Johnny stops in his movements, and looks over to Simon. The room is technically his, as the commanding officer, but it's strewn with evidence of Johnny’s place in his life. Clothes, notebooks, weapons. His shave kit in Simon’s bathroom, cause the lighting is better, and because its pretty nice to have Simon walk up behind him with a soft touch to his back while he cuts his hair, making sure he hasn't missed anything and leaving him with a kiss pressed to his shoulder.

"I'm thinking about retiring," he blurts out.

Simon looks over, and blinks.

"And…and I want my ashes scattered in the highlands. Unless you want to be buried next to me," he says, feeling out of breath at his confession. "That would…that would be good too,” he near-whispers.

Simon puts down his book.

“But if you wanted to be with you family, I could probably rob the grave and get Washington out of there, and put you back in. I’ve done crazier stuff.”

Simon’s mouth curls just a bit. “Come here, Johnny.”

He hesitates, for just a moment, feeling raw and vulnerable. But Simon pats his thigh, and Johnny could never resist that call. Curling up on Simon’s lap, he hides his nose in his neck, wrapping his arms around the broad shoulders of his best friend, his lover.

Simon embraced him back, pulling him close against his chest. They stay there for a moment, tension slowly draining from Johnny, and eventually Simon whispers.

“I’ve had it in my will that burial rights go to you for a year already. And as for retirement…”

He pulls back, and Johnny does to, looking into his warm eyes, shockingly open in this moment.

“You let me know when, and I’ll follow.”

[kombuuuu]

Saviour of Mine.

Miles Morales x Fem!Reader

“You want stitches, big boy.”

“You gonna' stay on top of me?”

“No, but I'll make it hurt real nice.”

warnings : a little jealousy, not enjoying the spiderciety, a tad angst, more medical stuff i don’t know shit abt, misunderstandings, creepy obsession by a teacher, it gets better at the end promise,

requested by @viozxe :3 my boy my love i love him (gatekept this image for like two weeks but i finally have somewhere to use it)

For a man so true to his word, Miles had a thing for flaking on you.

You hadn’t seen him in around six hours. The event he had fled from leaving you dressed in your nicest clothes, looking like a sweet mess surrounded by family members not your own. After the first forty or so minutes, you had politely excused yourself from his Mama Rio and Officer Jefferson — Who both insisted you refer to them by their first names — , and booked it out of there.

You'd assumed he'd ran off with his little spider-clique. Something you'd rather not join, considering your particular distain for the man in charge. Who so happened to have quite the distaste for you, also. Avoiding the mirage of spider people had been relatively easy thus far, with the multi-versal gaps and all. But when Gwen Stacy had started to come see Miles more often — You would have to either sit through the excruciating task of listening to them talk. Which involved a lot more intimate moments than you were comfortable with being witness too. Or leave whilst she was there, and presumably not talk to Miles for a few hours — or.. days. Depending on wether he ditched you for her or not.

Having your best friend, of which you had fallen infatuated too, try and get with another girl right on front of you, any time they were together? Not the most ideal of situations. So you went home.

—

You cradled the led pencil on your dominant hand, other tapping to the beat of the song playing through your headphones. Sweet R&B to soothe your woes, whilst you focused on the homework in front of you.

You grabbed the rubber, sighing in exasperation and starting to scrub at your page, getting a little too frustrated and tearing the flimsy paper in the process.

You stared at the tear for a moment before borderline yelling, a tearless sob escaping you before you dropped your head against your desk. Slumping down into a flopped position.

You had to complete this by Monday, you knew that. Mr. Warren was the nicest teacher at your school. He’d helped you when you parents couldn’t. Taken you in — you’d even told him about Miles. He didn’t seem to like him very much, said it was a shame they shared a first name. You thought it was a crazy coincidence.

You slowly slid off your chair, pushing it back on its wheels as you went until eventually you were rested lying on the ground, staring at the window of your room.

Golden light shone through your curtains in a bright calling, basically signalling your escape as it sung to you.

You stared for another solid minute before groaning, Mr. Warren could wait.

Avidly ignoring the ache in your chest at the thought of finding Miles with the current focus of his interest.

You crawled to your closet and reached for the handle, still on the floor — before remembering your Van Der Waals and just using the tip of your fingers to lazily pull it open.

You snorted at yourself, before shuffling through the box at the bottom of your closet and pulling out the sleek spider suit.

The next minute was spent trying to energetically shuffle on your suit, and get your adrenaline running. Which proved working when you were rather excited — or antsy — to swing your way around the city.

You closed your window behind you, crawling up your building and letting the cold air force you more awake.

You backed up, jumping a little hop as you did. Bouncing on your feet before you ran, leaping off your building in a refreshing spin.

An excited yelp left your mouth before you shot a web to the next building over, using the top of a bus on the bust Brooklyn streets to boost your momentum, gradually gaining speed as you swung through the city in a series of twists and flips. Graceful swinging amidst a series of fumbling and laughing to yourself, still somewhat new to the spider-person talents.

You pulled out your phone, the small thigh pocket you had specially designed for your suit making it easier to carry your essentials around when you were in no need for over coats.

You stuttered in your swings, a small squeak escaping you when you almost hit a bird, yelling out a “Sorry!” to the poor thing.

The thwip of your web attaching to a near tall building sent another rush through you, curving yourself between two structures and landing on top of a bell tower. The same one you and Miles had been visiting together for the past year. You tripped a little over your own feet before righting yourself, smiling under the mask.

You didn’t need those other spider people, didn’t need a “Community to fall back on.”—, as that Miguel had put it.

You had yourself, Miles, and a teacher that supported you. And that’s all you needed.

—

You dialled Miles’ number. The irony of your inner statement making you cringe a little. You inner voice convincing you that literally no one else can hear you be embarrassed. You were speaking in your head. Your other—, more combative, inner voice— saying otherwise.

You willed them both quiet as your phone rung.

Miles’ cute face being showing on the profile photo, you stared at it as you waited, foot tapping the cement bell tower.

His face was in your hands, and smiling that charming smile he always did. His cheeks were squished in your hold as you kissed his cheek, holding the camera.

It was a romantic photo, if not for the fact you were best friends. You found yourself getting jealous of your past self. Chastising her for not relishing in that moment further.

Your phone beeped twice, signalling the call ringing out. You stared at it curiously, Eyes of your mask tilting into confused slants.

“C’mon man, pick up.” You whispered to yourself, glaring at the device in your hands and trying again.

When he didn’t pick up then, either — you had started to get impatient. And ended up rolling your eyes at him.

Muttering curses along with phrases of envy under your breath.

You had nothing against Gwen, in all honestly, she was a perfect fit for him — charming and troubled just like he was. Able to bond over their shared issues and shared interest.

Like each other.

You scoffed and shoved your phone back into your pocket, before angrily shooting a web, and slinging away.

Going to a bodega you knew always cheered you up to get rid of the mood you had out yourself in.

—

You walked out of the bodega with your bag in hand, your other waving joyfully to the owner, Hoa, the sweet lady you had met three weeks after moving here. Who made the best Bánh Mi you could find. You pet her cat on the way out, the sweet Turkish Angora purring as she nosed along your hand.

Hoa yelled out for you to “Come back whenever, Spider. On the house, next time.”

“Never on the house, Hoa.”

Her annoyed grumbles fades the farther away you walked. Skipping a bit as you pulled out the food, crisp bread with all the fillings you loved making the first bite look heavenly. You had the urge right then to pull up your mask in front of every flashing camera just to taste that home made bread.

You sighed your compliments instead.

“She never misses.”

“Who never misses?”

You startled at the civilian that had approached you, his tall stature and spiky nature making him stand out so much you wonder how you hadn’t noticed him.

Maybe your spider senses were distracted with your food.

“Oh— uh..,” You sucked your teeth for a second, eyes darting curiously around, wondering why he wasn’t just like the other civilian. Taking photos and videos of you as you walked past — ever fascinated by the new “Hero” around. You would barely call yourself that, but it’s what the people deemed you.

“My.. Friend.”

The man bent down by the waist, hands behind his back as he started walking with you.

“Name’s Hobie. Guessin’ your ‘friend’ made tha’ sweet lookin’ sandwich, mm?”

“Mm.. She uh— Oh, I’m —!..” You paused, tripping over your feet and scuffing your shoes. You cringed under the mask, stuffing the food back into your bag.

“..Spiderwoman.. She makes good food. Yup.”

Hobie snorted at how quick you were about to reveal your identity to who you assumed to be some confident civilian.

You awkwardly walked with him, every now and again glancing longingly at your sub as he leisured in his pace. Taking his sweet time walking who knows where whilst you begrudgingly accompanied the stranger — or not stranger. Acquaintance.

“Ya’ real confident for a Spidey.” Hobies’ sarcastic voice drawled, sniffing and scrunching his eyebrows before his face relaxed into a teasing smile again.

You side glanced him, otherwise focused on trying to leave the conversation. “Well considering there’s only three — two, of us.” You giggled nervously, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “Rest in peace, Spidey-1.” You — somewhat — joked.

Hobie let out a snort and choked on his breath, laughing at your awkward nature.

No wonder Miguel hadn’t let anyone even mention your lack of inclusion to the Spider-force.

Not after the first day of trying to convince you, anyhow.

It would have been utterly humiliating to be bested by someone who couldn’t hold a conversation for the life of her.

Hobie had a lot of respect for you, right off the bat. He knew the moment that Miguel (and Jess) had come back from Miles’ universe — pissed off and *alone — that you hadn’t been persuaded. And considering Jess and Miguel had a rather unique skill with their convincing, feeding off vulnerabilities in younger Spider-people to be the lack of parental figure in their lives, or elder — to have relatability in their pains. It wasn’t technically ill intended, but Hobie thinks it’s more than a little manipulative.

So to have you — someone he’s seen is vulnerable, hurting, easy; not fall victim to the duos tactics, and actively *berate them for it.

He was well awed.

And his brotherly instincts kicked in terribly fast. He thinks he sees a lot of himself in you. Awkward and growing into yourself, struggling against the high standards you were held to as a spider. And fighting from that box people tried to put you in.

So yeah, well awed would be an understatement. Proud would be a criminal understatement.

So when he had been looking for Gwen, trying to show her some stupid thing Pavitr had sent him just to show her — and realised she was gone. He checked his watch, lo and behold, she was in your universe.

Meaning she was with Miles, who rather actively tried to steer you away from his spider drama. Right now, though? He was distracted.

And what he doesn’t know won’t hurt him.

He walked with you for a while longer, letting you both get comfortable in the silence of a stranger.

“This ain’t weird f’ you, mate?”

You had both ended up at some alleyway, filled with stalls of food and bustling people pausing in their tracks to stare at the oddly placed pair of Hero and “Random Punk?”

“Not quite. I’ve had weirder interaction with weirder guys.”

He nodded in acknowledgment.

“Yeah, Guess ‘m not as weird as some villains.” The brit droned, dropping down to your height and eyeing the stalls as you passed, pocketing some things from stores he knew as bigger organisations.

“I was talking about regular people, but yeah those too.”

He laughed, grinning at your dry humour and nodded again, leaning into your view and smirking at your adjusting lenses.

You reached the stall you were looking for, the girl greeting you with a smiling “Hi, Spidergirl!”

Your eyes shrunk, “Spiderwoman, Spiderlady, Spider — and you chose the most demeaning.”

“Well, you are built rather girl like, young and spry and — oh, is that Hoa’s Bahn Mi?”

You nodded enthusiastically at Avanti, dropping your hand into the bag and pulling out a cookie you’d saved for her.

Hobie watched the interaction from stood behind you. Slipping in a “You had a spare cookie this entire time?”

You snorted and Avanti handed you a peach ice tea and a couple of her home-made desserts in a Spider-man themed lunch box. A note reading “Got this just for you — brin bring it back!!” placed on top, you glanced up, putting the lunch box in your bag as you did so and thanked her before you and Hobie were off again. “Seriously, the whole walk. No cookie.”

You laughed at his pouting tone, “I’ll get you one, next time, big man.”

He draped his arm over your shoulder, leaning some weight on you and started talking about random things he could think about during the trip back to your apartment.

You’d grown to enjoy his company, the older man — and his lack of filter — being oddly entertaining. You quipped, and he quipped back. Not enough for you to really trust him seeing your apartment, but enough that you set the boundary on your block.

“Hey Hobes, this has been a really good talk—,”

“Gotta ge’ back to ya’ Spiderin’, aye?”

You smiled up at him, lenses sliding into a pleased expression. “Yeah, real difficult stuff y’know? Saving the city and all that.”

He nodded along with you, right as his funky watch (that did not at all match his outfit, but looked to be bedazzled with a series of metal spikes) beeped. He brought his arm up and checked the small screen, face morphing into one of annoyance. “Aye’. Right timin’ mate, cause I just got a call from HQ.”

“Ahh.. Big cooperation?”

“Not in a million years, brutha’. More like a socie’y.”

He looked up at you and grinned. “Miguel really don’t like when I flake out on ‘im.”

You paused a second while Hobie fiddled with his watch, reaching into his back pocket while checking for anyone around. When he found no one, he slipped out his spiked mask and slid it on.

You stared, dumbfounded.

He clapped your shoulder again, scoffing amused at your wide-eyed expression.

“Was this —“

“A ploy f’ you ta’ join the Spider socie’y? Not a’ all, mate.” He sniffed, itching his head through his mask and squeezing your shoulder.

“I right respect ya’ f’ not joinin’. Wish I woulda’ had ya’ will at my age.”

“Oh… Thanks…”

He nodded at you, Lenses squinting.

“Yeah but, I gotta dip, Gwen’s not distractin’ Miguel with sneakin’ off no more. He pro’bly realised I was gone too.”

“Yuh huh…”

“Bye, [Name].”

You blanched one last time before he shot a web onto your neighbouring apartment building, opened a portal mid-air, and flung himself through.

“What the fuck..” You whispered to yourself, perplexed at the interaction that had just occurred.

“What the hell.”

—

It was two hours later, when you were full of Bahn Mi, Pastries and Ice Tea, rethinking everything he’d said; when his last words caught up to you.

Gwen’s out of this universe. Not in the figurative sense — Although she is everything everyone wants to be, but you’re gonna ignore that — So where the hell was Miles?

It was late now, Moon shining a casted light through your living room drapes just as the Sun had onto your bed hours prior.

You gradually dragged yourself from your couch, reaching over your coffee table with great effort to reach your charging phone.

You huffed, giving up and snatching your web slinger from the floor by your feet and shot a web to grab your phone, tugging it off the charger. The thicker part yanked out the wall instead, landing hard on your torso with a dull thump. You scrunched your face up and grumbled, cursing at the thing while you pull your phone off the now useless charger and throw it on the floor.

“Fuckin’ asshole…”

You flipped your phone, eyes widening when your lock screen lit up with a series of notifications. All getting progressively worse. Your spider-senses growing in alert.

miles (o O) 7:42 PM

haiiii

gwen left

u should’ve hung w us

haha

get it \(^ W ^ )\

hung

cause spider

i’m comigg to home now

yoii r home

soffy swinginf

waiiiiiiiiiixixiiixkm jjj fd

bab guy ine secon

The messages abruptly stopped, being replaced entirely by a series of calls. Some left voice messages, some not.

You clicked on a recorded voice message.

(miles (o O) Left a Message at 7:46 PM.)

“Hey, [Name]!” Miles’ cheery voice rang out through the speakers, bringing a lovesick smile to your face despite the off feeling you had in your chest.

“Just gonna — Oof, hey man! Not cool. — Gonna take care of this guy before—,” A pause and a grunt. “,—Before I come home to you, yeah? Pick up soon I wanna know what you’re doin’.” A begrudged shout sounded far from the speaker. “Are you on call right now?”

“It’s important!”

“We’re fighting!”

“I have a life loser—“ Three harsh beeps rung out, signalling the end of the voicemail.

You clicked on a few more, just quick tidbits of him complaining you not picking up, and fighting an unknown villain. Also complaining how he missed you and “This guys is not goin’ down!” He shouted louder; “C’mon man! I have somewhere to be!” “Suck my dick Spiderman!” “Woah—! Well don’t get angry now, asshole!”

“Hypocrite!”

“Am not!”

“Are too—“ Three beeps.

You clicked again.

“[Name], Please pick up! This guy can— Fuck! — You dickhead!” A beat played and a cough was heard. Your frown deepened.

“I’m at the—“ Cut off.

You checked for another voicemail, one continue the one left off. A worried scrunch in your nose. There wasn’t one.

Right as you were going to call him back, his profile photo popped up again, you pressed answer with a lip between your teeth.

“Miles?” laboured breathing came through the speakers, wet gasps and sniffled coughs every now and again. He was silent for a full minute before answering you.

“Hey, [Name]..” His voice was gravelling and deep, sandpaper against softened lips.

He sounded tired, and your heart rate picked up in fear, almost like he could hear it. “Fuck..,” He whispered into the phone, groaning. Holding the phone loosely on his end, as apposed to the anxious grip you had on on yours.

“I’m.. Stuck in some construction site.” He gasped. “Miles what the hell—!”

“Mi Vida, please. The guys not—“ A loud crash made the speaker in your phone crackle. A whispered “Shit.”, before he hung up.

You wanted to call back, but from his whispering, and panicked tone, you could only guess he was trying to hide.

Whoever this villain was, they weren’t giving up.

—

You followed his tracker, the location he was pinged at getting closer by the second. You breathed hard against the force of wind, dropping down into a run on where the location was set to be.

“Fuck, fuck— Miles where are you?..”

Your footsteps were light, crouching under concrete slabs and tip toeing around loose gravel. Red light was cast along unfinished floors and crumbling walls. Shadows reaching towards you from the corners of your eyes. Your spider senses were on high alert, at a constant buzz. They suddenly upt in pitch and you flinched around, almost screaming at the hand covering your mouth. Pressed harsh against your face, and another around the back of your head so you couldn’t escape. Your hands gripped the wrists of the stranger before you heard an incessant shushing.

“Conejita, quiet.”

You relaxed instantly, the eyes of your mask downturned in fearful stress.

His hands were shaking against your head, figure hunched and body scratched up. The tears in his suit spanning across his right shoulder and chest. He slowly removed his hands, bringing a lone finger to where his lips would be in his mask in a ‘hush hush’ manner.

Coming in closer to you, leaning down to where your ear would be and whispering “He’s still here.”

You grabbed his forearms, leading him deeper into the site, away from the reddened lights and into the creeping shadows.

He breathed heavy behind you, throat wet with his own blood, he grunted and tried to help you in walking with him, good arm thrown over your shoulder as you dragged him. “C’mon, just a little farther.”

“What’re you…” He cut himself off, heaving. You set him down in the quiet corner, tucked behind two large concrete sheets and some large bent up pipes.

“Just—, sit here Miles, okay?” You brought his head up to yours, still talking in a quietened voice. Hands on his face and crouched in front of his slumping form.

“I’ll be right back, don’t move.”

You stood from crouching, hands slipping off his face while he dragged forward to stay in your grasp — mumbling something like a plea for you to stay.

You turned from him, dashing away in silent movements, slinging yourself up onto high ground and turning back to make sure he wasn’t visible unless you truly looked — he wasn’t.

You lept off, disappearing from his sight with a yank against your webs.

He mumbled, shifting closer in your direction as the exhaustion hit him. Huffing, he leant back. Letting his head hit the wall and focus on keeping his eyes open.

"Quédate despierto.. No te muevas..."

“Stay awake.. Don’t move…”

He heaved again, the heaviness in his chest deepening.

“Stay…” He closed his eyes — for just a second, just for the relief — Dragging his hand up to rip the mask off of him, and forcing himself to open them again, to watch the Moon.

“Awake.”

—

You creep around corners, listening in and honing your senses to a point. For anything, a trip, a movement. A breath.

You whipped your head to the left, following the sound of light breathing.

“Come out little bunny.”

You tensed, he’d heard you.

“Ah, don’t worry, honey—,” You heard him creep forward, closer to you. He didn’t know where you were, obvious by the hesitance in his steps, but he had the right direction. You can move now, he would hear. And with how he’d heard Miles’ mere whisper before, you suggest maybe he had an ability similar to your own. “,Not him I want, anyways.”

That made your shoulders loosen a little, but you never rested. Who knows whether he was lying or not.

You shot a web, hitting the pipe of your aim and jumping from one to another, using your webs to steady yourself. You heard him huff a laugh.

“I heard that.”

Your eyes slanted, crouching into a spidered position. You crawled, using the stick of your fingers to steady across the pipe, sticking to it and trying to find the mystery man in the sea of red the warning lights casted.

Your spidey-senses went haywire and you jumped from the pipe in less than a second. Right as you did, a bang went off and you stumbled forward, landing in rubble and groaning. Rolling before you steadied yourself and jumped up. No rest until your opponent is resting in Death.

You finally saw him. What looked to be some guy in a green fuzzy suit.

“My girl..”

“Wha— *Are you a furry?”

He groaned, and charged for you, right hand outstretched and left in a clenched fist. He swung for your head, twisting his body as he did. You shot a web on his abdomen, pulling him towards you and jumping to slip under his arm, using his prior speed to throw him into a block of concrete, just missing a pole from stabbing him through the chest. He glanced at for a moment and grabbed his head — which had taken quite the hit.

“Seriously what type of Grinch cosplay is this?”

He growled again, like a man with rabies.

“C’mon dollface, don’t fight me here.”

“You hit first, asshole — Also what the fuck, i’m not your ‘doll’.” He shot for you again, throwing a bomb behind you to throw your body forward, you tried to grapple for stability, webbing to anything in reach. But he gripped your waist and held you against him.

“[Name]…”

You froze, body wanting to gag and shed your own skin at the same time.

You swung for his jaw, knocking him clean off you with a disgusted hand.

“Who the fuck are you!?”

He held his jaw and you stumbled farther from him. Hands held beside you, ready to attack if needed.

He grinned at you, blood seeping onto the green fur of his face, you felt sick.

“Oh, come on, babyface.” His jenky voice was digging into your skin, peeling it up and stabbing into your muscle. Twitching into your flesh and making your body hurt, making you hurt.

You ripped your mask up and hurled, spitting nothing but bile onto the ground below you, the burn of stomach acid sitting heavy in your throat and you felt like crying. Your breath heavy and gasps painful.

“What the fuck.”

—

You smiled at your professor. Waving back at him from the other side of the lecture hall. Miles come up behind you and hooked his arm around your shoulder, swaying against you as he chatted with you about anything that had happened in the time he hadn’t seen you. You snorted, chatting back — Forgetting completely about the other Miles.

You dropped your shoulder and your Miles stumbled, grumbling up at you before you gripped his forearm and dragged him to sit with you at the back of the hall. His mood changing in an instant as he followed along like a lost puppy, gawking at you with a dopey smile plastered across his face. His canines exposed, charming and boyish. How he always is. You sat him down, and sat next to you, and he dragged your chair a little closer, grabbing you leg and placing it over his.

He started laughing again at the eye roll you gave him, and you cracked — smiling and giggling with him.

What you hadn’t seen, was the glare settled on the two of you. The way Warrens previous smile had dropped into a snarling frown, hands gripping the pencil he had been holding in a death grip. He jumped at the sound of a crack, the pencil had snapped in his hands and he got even more pissed, about to scream at the *other Miles to get away from you. To get his hand off you.

That kid didn’t deserve you like he did.

You loved him like he loved you, he knew it.

You had too.

He watched you laugh and his heart fluttered, angry at who you were laughing for but still — you were so pretty.

You wouldn’t be laughing like that if he wasn’t here. You loved him.

—

“Mr. Warren?”

“How many times have I told you to call me Miles?” He slipped out of his own head, breaking from the stare he had on you.

You laughed sweetly, eyes shining. “How many times have I told you I already *have a Miles?”

He watched your smirk as you quipped back at him, a jealousy brimming in his chest. He chuckled, a heartless sound to no one but himself.

“Ahh, How many times am I going to forget?” He tapped his pencil on his desk and tried to focus on you instead. He watched you go back to your work, so intelligent, mature.

You shaded in the answer on the sleek sheet. You were right, of course.

A hair fell from behind your ears and he wanted to tuck it back, wanted to give you straight A’s for nothing despite knowing you would get them anyways.

You threaded you hand through your hair and if he wasn’t focused on how beautiful you were — maybe he’d be disappointed it wasn’t his own.

He watched you, forgetting the papers he was grading — he was focused on something else, now.

—

He was standing when you turned back. Hunching over his injuries and staggering towards you.

“Mr. Warren?”

“Yes, my dear.”

You gagged again, and he looked sad at the act.

“Please, baby—“ He stretched out his right hand, pleading with you.

“,—I know you love me too. I know that fucking Spider is taking you from me.”

He stepped closer.

“I know it.”

You stumbled back farther, wiping the spit from you lips and pulling your mask down, you went to shoot a web, to get away. But he was on you before you could, the hand not outstretched revealing a cloth covering his palm. Sodden and dripping a clear liquid.

He gripped your suit and dragged you forward, shoving the cloth closer to your face.

“Stop fucking resisting.”

“Get off!”

You gripped his forearm and bent it back, far enough you heard a snap. He yelped out. The sweet smelling cloth dropped from his hand and his other lost grip on your shirt. Taking the opportunity you dropped down, crouching on one leg and using the other to swipe the things legs from under him.

You watched him fall and grabbed the cloth. Hearing his pained groans as he tried to scramble up again.

You kicked a leg over him, straddling his chest and bringing your free hand back — swinging down on him with anguished cries.

He tried to raise his hands, you pinned them down in his own chloroform ridden cloth. He called your name, endearments that made you skin crawl. Tried kicking you off as his body grew weaker. Pleading with you, using his remaining strength to yank at his own arms.

He wrestled against your hits, face bloodied and nose broken. You hit again, watching his disgusting face whip to the side, blood leaking from his mouth as a tooth went flying.

Tears breached the edge of your eyes, frustration of every kind tearing your skin anew, your knuckles pouring the hurt you felt. Blood mixing in a sickening spill of feelings, an obsessive love — something cruel and harsh. And the injuries you’d sustained from it, equally as such cruel.

You’d spent *months trying for a man in love with someone else. And this man you had confided in, who had been a mentor in your trivialities — had taken advantage of that, of you.

He disgusted you.

You kept swinging.

—

Miles jerked awake, gripping the hands that were on his shoulders in an instant, the figure flinching back at his strength.

“Miles! Just me—,” He opened his eyes further, pain ringing through his body as he loosened in your hold.

“Just you.”

He took your appearance in, the blood coating your suit, that hadn’t seemed to be your own. The thick liquid shining on your hands and forearms, crudely splashed onto your mask — like something out of a horror film.

He reached up slowly, pulling off you mask with great effort. His own sitting next to him. You were on your knees before him, bathing in red so deep it could have been mistaken for black against the reddened light. He groaned when you touched his chest, coughing a little at the pain.

“Sorry! Sorry — I’m so sorry.” You quickly retracted your hand and gasped. Apologising through near tears. He wet his lips, watching your tear lined eyes in worry.

“Hey— Conejita, what— what happened?”

Letting his hands rest on your cheeks, carbon fibre wiping at soft skin.

You sobbed, gripping his wrists and moving his weak hands closer to you. His brows furrowed further.

“I don’t — I don’t know, he —,”

You breathed fast against his palms, crying to him. Miles straightened himself up, ignoring the pains shooting up his body and trying to comfort you, shushing your cries and cradling your face.

“Mr. Warren he was —“

Miles’ eyes widened, finally letting the familiarity in his voice click. That was who it was, who was so mad at him, disgusted by the Spider.

Miles shuddered, thinking back to the off feeling he’d always had around the older man.

How he was always around you.

“What did he do.”

His eyes darkened and you cried harder, Miles had completely forgotten about his wounds, shifting to get up and find the fucking bastard.

You gripped him tighter, “Miles. He’s not —,”

“Where is he.”

“Dead.”

His breath escaped him, the blood made sense now. He got closer to you and slid his hand around your head, pushing your face into his good shoulder.

You cried again, shaking form cradled against his own weakened body.

“Shh, Mami. It’s okay. You’re okay.”

“We’re alright, I promise.”

He hugged you closer, pressing a haste kiss to your forehead.

“You’re safe.”

—

You helped him home, having to hold him up and swing at the same time, which wasn’t much as a hassle as you thought it would be.

You both sat on your couch, him lying down with you sitting on his thighs.

He watched you work, suit and mask discarded somewhere in your living room and clad only in a pair of loose joggers you had found for him.

Your face was pinched into a frown, eyes still puffed from crying and a brows scrunched unpleasantly.

“Stop moving.”

“I’m not.” He threw his head back, rolling his eyes at your complaining.

“See? Moving.” You poked his chest and he winced.

“Okay! Okay— Damn, chica.”

You smiled at his tone, a small, timid thing. And he pushed down the fluttering in his stomach.

“You’re lucky you don’t need stitches.”

“Lucky? Havin’ you here longer would make me lucky.”

You grumbled, pouting at him angrily. “You want stitches, big boy?”

“You gonna stay on top of me?”

“No, but i’ll make it hurt real nice.”

He snorted, shifting to look at you better.

“Then, nah.”

You kept at your work, patting him with antiseptics and making him hold an ice pack across the forming bruises.

And he admired you, the streaks of light from the window falling against your face. A city ridden with crime making you so, so pretty.

“Why’d you come for me?”

You gave him a curious look but continued to patch him up. “What do you mean? Why wouldn’t I?”

He sniffled, averting his gaze. “I dunno I just— didn’t expect you to show up.”

You shook your head a little, understanding his fears.

“I’d always show for you, Miles.”

He hummed, flustered at the thought.

You moved up to his face, gently patting away blood with a warm hand towel, your other hand holding his face towards you. Fingertips brushing his cheeks in a hold so caring he might’ve fainted if it wasn’t you holding him. He’d stay awake for you this time. He’d protect you this time.

“I love you.”

You froze, towel stuck in the air and your eyes locked onto his.

Miles held his breath, waiting for your reply as he watched you clock the words.

His nerves got to him quick, spouting out whatever he could in your silence.

"Estaba hablando con Gwen y me ayudó a darme cuenta, ¿sabes? No paraba de decir que estaba enfermo de amor, yo no lo entendía y pensé que quizás debería..."

“I was just talking with Gwen and she helped me realise, you know? Kept saying I was lovesick and I didnt get it and I just thought maybe I should—“

“I love you too.”

He snapped his gaze back to you. Hope colouring his eyes a sparkling gold.

“You do?” He whispered, an intimacy running through his bloodstream. Heart pumping too fast in haste of the pure admiration he held for you.

You nodded, and your hands splayed out further, cradling the edge of his lips.

“I do.”

He tried to sit up, abs clenching under effort to get closer to you, you let him drag you forward. He ditched the ice pack and settled his hands on the crest of your thighs, rubbing his thumb over your hips.

“Say it again?”

He whined, begging you. He wanted, needed to hear you say it again.

“I love you.”

He squeezed his eyes shut, forehead pressing against your own. You followed.

The things he felt for you were too much, too much. His chest was heaving again, but not from pain. This was love he hadn’t experienced before, this was anything but painful.

"Dios, también te amo."

“God, I love you too.”

Your hands slipped from his lips to the back of his neck, scratching gently along his nape and he shivered.

“Let me kiss you? Please?”

He whispered again, voice cracking. Chapped lips brushing against your own softer ones in a featherlight touch. He was holding off, not letting himself the pleasure without you wanting him back — he wanted to know you wanted him back.

“Please.” You were sure, certain — and it was all he needed.

He kissed you sweetly, letting himself indulge in you without restraint.

He hadn’t known what he’d been missing out on — but now he does. Know he knows. And god, if he hadn’t felt more full in his entire life.

Everything had been bland compared to you, had been bitter and dull against the sweetness of your lips. Smooth against rough skin and he’d never felt something so soft before. His hands gripped you harder for just a moment and you pulled back merely an inch to catch your breath. He opened his eyes and watched your lips sparkle in the same light he’d admired minutes before.

“I love you too.”

You smiled at him and he pulled you ever closer. “I know, Miles.”

—

“I fuckin’ told ya’, mate.”

“Wh— I never said otherwise!”

“Yeah but ya’ neva’ agreed either, aye?”

“I never disagreed.”

“Pff, whateva.”

Gwen rolled her eyes, scoffing at the brit next to her with a smile on her face.

They watched you both as Miles nervously introduced you to Peter. A sort of Spider-convention was set up. And the invite was — begrudgingly — extended to you.

“They’re cute, though.”

“Bloody oath.”

You offered the older man with a warmed gaze, turning to the kid in his arms and cooing. He smiled at you, being one of your favourite spiders had its perks.

He was one of the only ones who never tried to make you join the society, so he got a pass from you.

Miles held your hand and smiled, chatting with Peter excitedly once he realised the lack of tension.

“Do you want to hold her?”

“Do I—,” You looked up at him hopefully. “Yes! Uh— Yeah. Yes please.”

You dropped Miles’ hand and he pouted, watching you take the baby from Peters arms, the early father fretting as you waved him off, insuring him you knew how to care for a child.

Peter relaxed and stood next to Miles as you rocked his baby gently. A rather fond feeling overtaking them both — leading Peter to take a photo of you with his kid, and Miles to shyly ask him to send it to him.

The look of you with a kid? It was way too early in life for baby fever.

He huffed when he heard people making kissy noises behind him. You too preoccupied with entertaining the kid to realise it.

He turned to the trio of teens behind him and flipped them off. Pavitr gasped offendedly at him and Hobie and Gwen laughed, causing Miles to roll his eyes and snort.

“Assholes.”

You gently passed MayDay back to Peter and gave a quick kiss to her head. Peter going off to get her a bottle.

Miles came up next to you and you smiled at him, watching the skyline from the buildings rooftop.

“[Name].”

You huffed and rolled your eyes at the voice behind you.

Way to ruin a moment.

“Miguel.”

You turned to him, Miles cringing quickly as he turned with you.

“Hey— Miguel! Crazy seein’ you here, haha! Insane.” Miles nervously laughed, his voice deepening on the last word and you coughed a laugh, agreeing with him.

“Uhuh, crazy.” A sly smile adorned your features and you grabbed his hand again, interlocking your fingers in a foxy movement.

“You weren’t invited.”

“Huh? Of course I wasn’t!—“ Your smirk grew bigger. “—I’m a plus one.”

He glared down at you and it only felt all the more justifiable, he opened his mouth to talk before Peter was dancing over with MayDay held out.

“Here take this, thanks!”

He quickly handed her off to Miguel and spun him around by his shoulders, continuing to walk with him in the other direction. “She needs a sleep. Rock her to sleep.”

“Wh—“

“Rock her.”

—

Miles gripped your hips, swaying gently with you to the soft music playing in your kitchen. Your Ma had left two weeks prior for a month long work trip, and he couldn’t stay away. The domesticity he had built with you reaching an all time high as he watched you cook.

He rested his head on your shoulder and you both continued to sway a little. Moving his hands past your hips to lean his hands on the bench you cut your food on, caging you in slightly. You hummed, reaching for a tomato and placing it on the board.

“I love you.”

You giggled — a sweet, girlish thing.

“Love you too, baby.”

“Love you more.” He smiled against your shoulder.

“Pfft, yeah okay, big boy.”

You rolled your eyes and laughed, and his heart fluttered again.

—

GOD DAMN AS ALWAYS WAY OFF THE RAILS

lovely translator @sataraxia

(literally my bf the delusions are getting worse he’s my bf guys!!! ⬇️)

[motomamita]

Whiplash

Based on the movie Whiplash (2014)

Pairing: Guitarist!Eddie Munson x Female!Guitarist!reader

Summary: (YN) puts Eddie's place in the music group at risk, so he decides to visit her at night and clear things up.

Warnings: Smut, +18, a looot of cursing and dirty talk, possesive Eddie, rough sex, hatefuck, unprotected sex, Fletcher is a warning himself, violents talks, idk.

Do not copy or translate, and sorry for my bad english. Muak.

Eddie entered the rehearsal room carrying his guitar case while trying not to bump into his classmates, reading the sheet music that Fletcher had given them days before.

He had been in the select group at the conservatory for 2 weeks and still felt nervous like the first time. After Fletcher fired his previous guitarist, Eddie was chosen from among many guitarists at the conservatory to take his place. He finally had an important position on the team and he wasn't going to let anyone take him away from there.

Everyone took their places and began to warm up their instruments, practicing individually without paying attention to the rest of their classmates. They stayed like that until Fletcher came into the room. The silence became absolute and the nervousness was present.

"We are weeks away from the presentation at the exhibition." Fletcher commented looking at his musicians who kept their eyes on the floor. "My reputation and that of the Conservatory depends on your performance there." He spoke seriously. "So if any of you, fucking shits, decide to make some mistake and ruin everything...! You'll just have to pick up your stuff and leave before I kill you with my own hands, okay?!" Fletcher's voice echoed throughout the place.

Neither Eddie nor the others dared to speak. They kept their eyes on the ground and their hearts pounding, not moving to avoid attracting Fletcher's attention and automatically becoming his next victim.

"OK?!" He repeated angrily.

"Yes sir!" They all responded in unison.

"Good very good." Fletcher sat down in his chair and everyone quickly get ready to play. "We start with Caravan."

The band began to play immediately, following the scores with their eyes to avoid mistakes that could harm them. Eddie fixed his gaze on his fingers on the strings as he bobbed his head rhythmically. He had already studied this song the night before to avoid mistakes so he knew it by heart from beginning to end. He didn't want to be the victim of Fletcher's fury, not again.

It took a few seconds until Fletcher waved his hands in the air asking them to stop immediately, which they did. A grimace of disgust settled on the man's face. Someone had made a mistake and Eddie prayed it wasn't him.

"Edward. What the fuck was that!?" It had been him. "Is smoking affecting your damn retarded chimpanzee brain?"

Fletcher yelled at him from his spot, placing his hands on his hips and still looking at him. Eddie lowered his gaze embarrassed and didn't say a word, anything he could say was going to complicate the situation even more.

"I think I'm going to have to hit your damn fingers with a hammer to get them to play ONE note right! Son of a bitch.."

Fletcher was interrupted by a knock on the door of the room. He walked to open the door, welcoming whoever was behind.

"Thank God you came! This idiot is ruining everything!" He exclaimed with a certain tone of calm in his voice. "Everyone, meet (YN). She'll be our lead guitarist."

Eddie looked up from the ground when he heard the name. His eyes connected with hers, his 'former fuck' and now 'new enemy'. He hadn't seen her since the last time they fucked, before they both entered the conservatory and had a fight over who was the best player.

"Thank you for considering me and giving me the opportunity to play with you." She smiled. That damn smile.

"You deserve it, sweetie. So take Munson's seat."

Eddie smiled, anger coursing through his body. Was this all an evil plan on Fletcher's part? Did he want to humiliate him even more?

"But... I'm the lead guitarist..." Eddie tried to defend his place.

"You're not anymore. Until you improve your technique and keep your mind on the scores and not thinking about whores and drugs." Fletcher responded harshly. "Now you are going to be in charge of turning the pages of (YN's) sheet music."

The girl walked to Eddie's seat, who reluctantly gave her his place and stood next to her. (YN) set up her guitar and took out her own folder of sheet music, extending it to Eddie.

"We're back again with Caravan." Fletcher informed, returning to his place in the room.

"You heard, place my pages on Caravan." (YN) murmured with a mocking smile to Eddie, who closed his fists trying to mitigate his anger and followed the girl's orders.

"And one, two and.. Three!"

Three loud knocks echoed on the door of (YN's) small apartment. The girl, who had just come out of the shower, put on a t-shirt that reached her thighs and ran to the door still with her hair wet.

When she opened she found Eddie Munson, who also didn't seem happy to see her again. Many times he had shown up at her door, months ago, with desire and need in his eyes and then fucked her until dawn. Now, his gaze expressed pure annoyance and it was more likely that he wanted to finish her off before making her finish.

"Why? Uh? Why the hell do you want to sabotage me?" He asked placing his hand on the door frame, preventing her from closing it.

"I didn't sabotage you, you just did." She explained calmly. "It's not my fault I'm better than you." She smiled cynically.

"No! You're not better than me and you know it. It's all a damn plan to drive me crazy and push me over the edge, right?" Eddie raised his voice upset.

(YN) sighed and grabbed him by the collar of his leather jacket, making him enter the apartment before the neighbors complained about the noise.

"You're really paranoid if you think I'm doing all this for you. I made the team on my own merit, I'm not part of any 'evil plan' to make you suffer, as much as I'd like to see that." She explained, taking a few steps forward to stay close to him.

"Did you fuck Fletcher?" Eddie asked quietly as he looked into her eyes.

"What?" She asked after a few seconds confused.

"You did it, right? All so you could steal my place on the team." He asked again, now more confident.

"No, I never did." She shook her head, still looking into his eyes. "But I might try, if that makes you even more jealous." She murmured mischievously after a few seconds.

Neither of them moved for the first few seconds. The street lights entered through the windows of the apartment, leaving little visibility and turning them into shadows for the outside gaze. The ticking of the clock resonated almost at the same tempo as the rapid heartbeats of both, creating a melody as dangerous as it was captivating.

Eddie couldn't contain himself any longer and launched himself at her, placing one of his hands behind her neck and pulling her towards him, kissing her desperately. (YN) did not refuse and received him gladly, hugging him by the shoulders and pressing her body even closer to his. The kiss became more violent, showing that there was not only desire there but also a great amount of hatred in both of them. Without separating, they moved to the couch where (YN) collided with him, becoming cornered between it and Eddie.

"Damn whore, trying to steal my place..." Eddie murmured against her lips while one of his hands moved up her thighs until he reached her core. "And you're not wearing panties... It seems like you were waiting for me to arrive and find you like this..." He growled and one of his fingers began to make circular movements on her clitoris. Her legs trembled at the sudden stimulus, closing her thighs instinctively.

"I wasn't waiting for you, but for Fletcher.." she joked, enjoying Eddie's jealous look.

In one quick movement Eddie turned her and placed her face down, with her abdomen over the back of the couch. One of his hands grabbed hers and her t-shirt, leaving her bare from the waist down. (YN) let out a moan at that, getting even wetter from Eddie's mini aggressions. He knelt, still holding her hands, and brought his head to her center.

"You smell as exquisite as always.." He spoke and then took his mouth and began to lick her folds with need. She moaned loudly, rolling her eyes back as the tip of Eddie's tongue found her clit. "My pussy, this is my fucking pussy.." he growled, tasting all the wetness of her.

"Eddie! Shit..!" She moaned desperately at the wave of pleasure he was giving her with just his mouth. The neighbors were definitely aware of what was happening.

He abruptly separated from her center, uncomfortable by the boner that formed inside his pants. He clumsily pulled down his pants along with his boxers, revealing his hard cock whose tip was glistening from the accumulation of precum.

"Shit.." He mumbled at the sight, not at all surprised at the effect (YN) had on her. "You make me so fucking hard.."

With his free hand he brought his cock up to her wet hole. Eddie released a trickle of saliva, trying to make the stretch not so painful for her, and spread it with the tip of his cock over her folds. (YN) bit her lower lip, eager to feel him inside her after several months.

In a slow but confident movement, he entered inside her making sure not to leave any centimeters out. They both moaned at the sensation and didn't move for a few seconds, enjoying the feeling. Progressively, Eddie couldn't hold on any longer and began to move at a normal pace, grunting like an animal.

"God, I hate you so much but this pussy is so wonderful.." He spoke between moans, admiring how his cock entered and left her with ease thanks to the wetness of both of them.

"Well, I hate you, you and your big fat cock.."

Eddie stopped dead when he heard her and in an unexpected movement he released her hands and grabbed her neck, bringing her back to his chest. Without warning he fucked her again, only this time with a rougher and more hateful rhythm. For (YN) it became impossible to hide her moans, the pleasure was absolute and did not seem to end.

"Moan, moan for me. Let everyone know that you will always be my fucking whore.." Eddie laughed as he heard pure moans coming from her mouth.

His balls rhythmically slapped against her clit, bringing sparks of pleasure to both of them. Her hands went to Eddie's arm that was holding her neck, noticing that out of desperation Eddie was still wearing his pants at the height of his ankles.

"Eddie..! Please..!" From the tone of her voice, he knew that she was ready to cum and it wouldn't be long until he did too.

"I hate you, I hate you, I hate you.." Eddie repeated to the rhythm of each hard thrust, feeling her walls hug him as she cums.

(YN)'s legs shook but that didn't seem to matter to Eddie at all, who continued fucking her through her orgasm until he felt she was close. He brought his mouth to her neck, biting lightly as he stifled a moan of pleasure. After a few seconds he ended up inside her, without noticing that due to the force of his bite he had left a mark on her neck.

Slowly Eddie pulled out of her, letting some of his cum fall down her thighs and stain the floor. (YN) had to hold on to the couch to avoid falling to the floor because of how weak her legs felt. Eddie noticed and held her for a few seconds to make sure she was okay. Then, he pulled up his boxers and pants and acted as if nothing had happened, although his red cheeks and messy hair showed otherwise.

Neither of them said anything, there was no need to do so either. (YN) watched as Eddie walked to the exit but turned around before leaving.

"This doesn't end here. Soon I will regain my place on the team and you will be my whore inside the conservatory too."

Then, he left the apartment.

[believesthings]

Give & Gain // Ted Lasso x Reader

Summary: You are overwhelmed with work and feeling unsure about your direction in life. Your boyfriend, Ted, does what he does best and offers comfort and cuddles.

“Ted! Do you need help?”

“Hey there sugar - no n-no I’m fine. I got it. I got it all.” He words are reassuring but the slightly labored breathing underneath makes you not so sure. Here is your sweet man, with bags of groceries up and down his arms. He went shopping while you were home, burying yourself in an incredibly frustrating work project.

You got up to clear a spot on the table so that at the very least, he’ll have an easy landing spot for all of the food he bought.

“Are we stocking up for the apocalypse?” You question while beginning to put any perishable items away.

He chuckles lowly at you. “No. No. I just, well, Henry will probably be coming to visit soon and Roy had mentioned that Phoebe wanted to have a play date with him and I just figured I would cover all the bases. Of course, when I was actually shopping it really didn’t seem like all that much but once I got back and tried to get everything in one trip, I realized how much stuff it really was. I almost pulled my arm out of the socket trying to balance that milk jug.”

He begins to help you put the last of everything away, it’s been a long day - hell a long week, for the both of you and he’s looking forward to finally resting with you at the end of it all.

“Is there anything else out there?” You question.

“Nope. Managed to get it all. Even closed the trunk - sorry the boot too.”

You give him a pointed stare. “You know, we are home alone, Teddy. You don’t need to correct yourself here. It’s not like a constable is going to come banging down the door and putting you in cuffs just because you said the word trunk.”

“Heck, I know darlin’. I just like to make the effort, you know? When in rome, right?”

With everything successfully put away, he grabs your hand and pulls you close, bringing you in to kiss you. Pulling away, he says, “I’ve been wanting to do that ever since I walked though the door.”

He walks you over to the couch and the two of you settle in. He considers himself to be pretty well versed when it comes to you and he can definitely sense the tension resting in your shoulders.

“Hey, you ok?” He asks glancing down at you.

“Yeah. Why do you ask?” You say without glancing back.

“You just seem like you’re feeling off.” He raises his hand to rub your shoulders, feeling the tightness beneath his fingertips.

“Yeah. I’m good. I’m great.” You answer, a little too quickly for his liking. You definitely aren’t good, he decides.

“Look, whatever it is, we don’t have to get into it right now. But I know something’s up, honey.”

You stay silent for fear that the dam would break and tears would come welling up to the surface if you tried to speak.

Ted leans into your ear and whispers, “I’m here, okay?”

And that, as it turns out, is all it takes. You can feel your lip quivering and the hot tears pricking the corners of your eyes. You hang your head down and feel yourself start to crumble, while Ted pulls you closer.

“Hey, Darling. What’s going on?”

You snuggle closer into his side, finally looking up at him. “It’s just work, I guess. I have so many tasks to do and I feel like I can never get ahead of any of it. It doesn’t help that I don’t always seem to have the best support system in my job either. I’m actually kinda jealous of you, Teddy.”

He looks at you in surprise. “What are you on about?”

“You’ve got such a good dynamic going on with the team. You’re so great at what you do. All that positive reinforcement? I kinda wish I had that sometimes from my work too. It’s hard to stay positive when you don’t actually have someone giving you that positive feedback and sometimes I just kind of wonder what the point of it all even is. Is this really what I want to be doing? Am I even good at it?” I don’t even know if I know what my future is going to look like anymore.” You pause for a beat, “is that ridiculous?”

He shakes his head at you. “Not at all. I think that’s normal. It’s normal not to know what you what out of your future. Sometimes you think you want something but it doesn’t mean it’s gonna feel right once you’re in it and that’s okay. Now all of this talk about you not being good enough, I’m gonna stop that right now. You might be the smartest person I know. I hate that you’re doubting yourself, honey.”

He wraps his arm around your shoulder and drops a kiss to your forehead. “None of this means that you wasted your time and it doesn’t mean that you failed. It just means that you’re learning more about yourself and now you can take that and use to make whatever kind of space you need for yourself. Sometimes the path you take doesn’t always feel right once you’re actually on it. Doesn’t mean you’ve let anyone down. Not yourself. And especially not me.”

He strokes your cheek before continuing. “It’s okay to be unsure, you know. Especially when it comes down to something like your future. But you don’t need to decide right now. Now look, sweetheart. I can’t tell you what the right choice is but what I can tell you is that I’m here. You’ve got me. In whatever way you need. If you need someone to listen, you’ve got my ear. If you want problem solving, my brain is all yours. If you want a distraction and break from being all up in your head, Heck Darlin’ that’s my specialty and I’ll be happy to comfort ya all night.”

You let out a laugh, the tears finally seeming to subside.

“The only thing I want - the only thing anyone who’s worth a damn in your life wants is for you to be happy. But you don’t need to know what the path looks like right now. But one thing I do know for sure is when you figure it out, I’ll be here. Think of me as your own personal cheerleader. Or a shoulder to lean on if you need it. And even if you choose a different path and you decide that’s not right for you either, it doesn’t matter. I’ll cheer you on down every path in this world. Even the ones with a lot of sharp turns. You know you got me in your corner, right?”

You nod at him. “Yeah I do, Teddy.”

He nudges you to sit up as he repositions himself behind you, digging his fingers into your neck and rubbing out the knots underneath. “You know you are one of the kindest people I know. Of course, you can still have a little bite too when you need to. But you care. Deeply. It’s one of the reasons I think I fell in love with ya in the first place. Will you please save some of that kindness for yourself?”

You whip your head around at him and he holds his hand up in mock surrender. “Now I know, darlin’ I’m not great at doing that myself either. Maybe that’s something we can work on together.”

“Ok.”

He drops his head down and places light kisses on your neck and shoulders. “I know we’re all our own harshest critics but the one voice you can never get away from is your own and I know sometimes it’s hard to make that voice be quiet but maybe you can add a new voice.”

Scrunching your eyebrows together, you ask, “what do you mean?”

“Maybe what you need is a little mini Ted voice added to all that chaos. And when you’re feeling down and unsure, let that voice say the words that I’m saying to you now. The kind of stuff you would say to me if I was feeling down.”

The thought of carrying around a little mini Ted in your pocket was so nice to you. If only it were actually possible.

“Come here.” He stands up from the couch and grabs your hand. You follow his lead as he leads you into the bedroom. He settles you into bed, cuddling you close into his chest and whispers against your ear. “It’s okay. You’re okay. You don’t need to figure anything out right now but you will figure it out. I know you will.”

You stay like that for a minute, laying on his chest feeling the rise and fall of his body as he breathes in and out. He whispers again, “have I told you I love you today?”

You chuckle. “You tell me everyday Ted.”

“Well, I love you. So much. So what do you need?”

“Cuddles, I think.”

“Well, that’s my favorite activity. course we can do that.”

You can feel him tracing patterns into your skin while you both lie there in each others warmth.

You sit up rather abruptly, looking down at your boyfriend.

“What is it?”

“Ted, honey I’m sorry. I never even asked you how your day was. We’ve spent all this time wrapped up in my problems.”

He waves you off. “Oh, don’t worry about that. I like comforting you. Doing this for you helps me just as much.”

“Really?” You ask him unconvinced.

“Yeah. Comfort given is comfort gained, you know. The Doc taught me that.”

“I always knew she was smart.” You lean down and give him another kiss, whispering against his lips. “Thank you.”

“Course. No need to thank me. That’s what love is, right?”

[enden-agolor]

how do you think Jesse's friends would react if they saw Jesse breaking down/sobbing (at least the ones that are still in Beacontown and didn't leave)

Hmm 🤔 Well first we have to discuss how Jesse would act. I do believe Jesse is an emotionally vulnerable person under all that tough muscle and heroic ego, and I really do think those bottled up feelings only got worse and worse as the games progressed and he experienced new trauma. He's definitely the kind of person to hide it, and I don't think he cries often, but when he does, that means it's been a really, really bad day for him. I really do think he would struggle to open up about his emotions while on the other hand doing his best to be there for others when they open up theirs. He's a good boy through and through 😔. To cry in front of someone would be extremely distressing for him, but it also comes down to who it really is.

I'll cover Axel, Olivia, Ivor, Petra, and then Lukas.

With Axel, I personally think he'd be kind of awkward about seeing Jesse finally break. I also think Jesse would do his absolute best to try and suppress the urge to cry in front of him. They've been friends forever, and Axel has more than likely seen Jesse cry before, but I imagine Jesse's view on the emotion would be twisted as a sign of weakness over the games timeline, and he'd reeeally have trouble showing that side of himself to Axel again now that he's the big hero and stuff. If it were to come down to it though, and Jesse can't hold back the tears, I think Axel is the kind of guy to swing his arm around Jesse and like, really do his best to try and cheer him up with jokes or with different forms of positive energy. I think Axel's motive would be more to get the tears to stop rather than to sit there and let it happen, y'know? He'd definitely try to think of ways to do it too, like offer to go somewhere or do something fun to get Jesse's mind off of things.

With Olivia, I think she'd be a lot more compassionate towards Jesse, but she's also the kind of person to sit there and try to find a solution to his problems. She's also the kind to want to stop the waterworks, but while hugging onto Jesse and patting his back and reassuring him she's there, and that they can find a way to fix this together (whatever problem it may be).

With Ivor, he's definitely the one to take the dad role. Sit by Jesse's side and soften his tone to be more on level with Jesse's compromised state of mind. Jesse would express his sorrows, and Ivor I think would listen closely, hear him out, and like Olivia, want to find a solution to his problems, all while reminding Jesse that with life comes the inevitable hardships of past mistakes. Ivor would know, of course, considering he's the one who technically started ALL of it with the Witherstorm. I think he'd use a lot of big words while talking to him and a lot of life lessons he has personally experienced so Jesse could probably find something to relate to from the talk.

Petra is kind of a tough one, and I feel like Jesse would really try to refrain from showing this level of emotions around her (you know like crying and stuff). We could see how well he held it together back when Petra was confessing her fear of losing her friends back in the Admin's cabin, but I feel like that was because he was taking the caring best friend role and wanted to stay calm and collected so he could be there to support Petra properly. Petra though, I feel like would really try to mirror it. As in she stays strong in the moment and supports and talks it out with Jesse in the best way she knows, but she is still far more awkward about it. Petra isn't very good with all the emoitional stuff, and we have seen that, so she would definitely struggle with her words and just kind of, idk maybe even UUGHH at herself because she doesn't know what to say or do but really wants to help Jesse stop crying. She's definitely a hugger, giving this man a big squeeze and promising things are going to be okay, just as they always have been, and maybe even entice Jesse with the idea of a little exploring or mining. Something to get things off the mind.

Now with Lukas 😏

I mean if you read my Recovery fic, you probably know how this is gonna go.

Lukas has always been vocally concerned for Jesse's well being, just as all of his friends have, but Lukas does it so much more and does it in a completely different way. His tone always softens, his words drawing out carefully because he knooows how Jesse gets when it all comes down to him. Jesse gets awkward and brushes most of his problems aside, but I really do think he's a lot more willing to talk about them with Lukas more than anyone else.

If Jesse were to finally break in front of Lukas, it's definitely a moment he's been cautiously anticipating. Lukas is definitely a hands on kind of comforter, similar to Olivia, but instead of trying to find a solution to Jesse's problems, or trying to get him to stop his tears, Lukas accepts and embraces them. He holds Jesse as close as possible, hugging onto him and rubbing his back in soothing circles. He lets Jesse sob into his shirt and clutch at the fabric. Whatever it is Jesse is saying, Lukas listens and doesn't interrupt. He lets Jesse get it aaaall out. Same with if Jesse decides not to say anything at all and just cries it all out until he can't anymore. He's patient with him, and when it's all over, then he'll grant Jesse the reassurance he deserves.

I feel like in all these situations, Jesse definitely tries to hide his face or chokes himself up on how much he's trying to suppress his tears. Lukas though will encourage him, and remind Jesse that crying is important and a healthy and integral part of the healing process. Once Jesse's done, and is at that mute state where he's cried himself speechless, Lukas will go out of his way to make sure Jesse is comfortable and he'll do something on his own terms to cheer the hero up. And at the end of it all, maybe when Jesse's in a cleaer headspace and has a cookie in hand and a warm blanket draped over his shoulders, then Lukas will talk to him about everything. 💙

EDIT: Adding Radar since I TOTALLY forgot 🙈

I feel like Radar would definitely be panicking a bit. Seeing his boss break down?? He's fanatically searching for something to say or do. I don't think he knows Jesse as well as the others do, so he's not as mentally equipped to tackle this scenario as the others, but he still does his very best, just as he always does, to comfort Jesse the best he can. Radar definitely the kind of guy to start speaking fast while he's in a panic, so he starts rambling on and on about how amazing he thinks Jesse is and how great a job he's doing, basically trying to soothe Jesse in the form of compliments which I'm sure does eventually get Jesse to stop and go silent and consider what Radar is saying. You know, like kind of hyping himself up like yeah... yeah!!! He does feel good about those things he does that Radar brought up, and it really helps steer his emotions in a better direction for the time being. Jesse would probably apologize to Radar for the whole thing, definitely embarrassed over it all, and Radar reassures him that it's all well and good, and that no matter what, he still thinks Jesse's the best there is : D

[animeloverskylarmoon]

Yumichika Ayasegawa (Bleach)- Oneshot

You weren't certain how it happened.

Truly.

Ichigo warned you that he had some crazy friends. Usually you just pretended that they weren't there. With two jobs, you really didn't have the energy to be worrying about crazies in old fashioned robes.

That's why you tried your best to get rid of him. But he just kept coming back.

Like a parasite.

"If you'd like I can give you some tips. Your hair is a mess."

An irk mark appeared on your forehead at the few of many insults that this annoying reaper had directed at you.

"IF I'M SUCH A MESS YOU COULD JUST STOP COMING YOU CRAZY REAPER!!"

Screaming in the middle of the street at a man only you could see probably wasn't doing you any favors. You huff, storming off.

"I'm just trying to help."

He jumped down from his once elevated position, landing right beside you as he walked in step.

"Why are you here anyway? Aren't you reapers supposed to be guards or something? You're pretty casual for someone on a mission." You grumble.

"Things have quieted down since the war. Our head captain just wants to make sure it stays that way."

You nod.

The war.

It's crazy how casual they always speak about those things. While you could see spirits, your fighting ability wasn't anything to brag about. Surely not to be of any use in a war. A part of you felt it. When the war started. You hadn't seen Yumichika or Ikkaku for a while. When they finally popped up to freeload in your home, you acted pissed, but truthfully you were relieved. Because you knew lives were lost.

"Is it scary, fighting all the time?"

That question was presented a bit quietly and Yumichika glanced at you. He could see your hesitance to even propose the question. Sometimes he needed to remind himself that you weren't a fighter like them.

"War is war. Fear is just a reaction to the unknown. I'm not sure if there's a word I can use to truly describe it."

The very serious response was not what you expected.

"However beautiful beings like me don't have to worry about such things."

He then persisted to pose in which you just walked away.

"Hey wait up!!"

Yep, that's how a lot of your encounters went. As agitating as he was at times, you enjoyed his company. You also appreciated him checking in on you every now and then.

"Geez, I'm exhausted."

You dropped onto the couch, not even kicking off your shoes. Yumichika smiled.

"Did you overdo it today? Your wrinkles seem more visible than usual."

"Don't make me end you."

Yumichika laughed nervously at the threat, and you just sighed, lifting your hand as you stared at it.

"Things like beauty, it isn't made for people like me. Just the thought of all that cutesy stuff is exhausting."

Although you say that, you haven't completely banished the prospect of dressing up and going on dates. It was just hard. Most guys wanted a girl to dress up and act a certain way. You did like dressing up every once in a while, but you couldn't see yourself changing your entire wardrobe just to appeal to a guy. You liked baggy clothes and cool sneakers.

Yumichika's eyes are trained on your form.

"Is there a human that you're interested in that you would be willing to do that for?"

You fully expect him to be wearing some kind of mocking expression or follow that up with another poke at your attire, but when you move your hand, that's not what you read at all. Your cheeks tint red at how intensely he's looking at you. It's not often that he's stoic.

You jump upright, bashful.

"What the hell are you talking about! A-As if I would be!"

You don't know why you're getting so defensive. It's not like he accused you of anything. You rise, heading for the kitchen.

"I-I'm going to make food!!"

Marching off stiffly, Yumichika watches you with a small smile.

He'll admit that your meeting wasn't exactly under the best circumstances.

He'd been in Karakura to help up with the increase of hollow activity. 

Back when Aizen was still gathering his army. Ikkaku and Matsumoto had taken one section and he'd planned to cover the next.

"Yumichika!"

Ichigo's call pulled his focus and he was stunned to see Ichigo carrying a woman in his arms.

"She's hurt, I need you to get her back to Urahara-san."

Yumichika didn't need much more instruction. From the worried look, this was clearly someone Ichigo knew. He handed you over, but your hand gripped Ichigo's robes and they both froze.

"I-Ichigo.."

For a moment they both took notice of the fear in your eyes. Ichigo offered the best smile he could muster.

"I'll be fine."

You were hesitant, but you finally released him. He gave one last reassuring look before he disappeared. Yumichika didn't waste any time. He took off himself, glancing down to ensure you were still conscious. Your eyes seemed distant. Your body was covered in bruises. What he could assume was a hollow attack.

"Please..promise me that you'll look after Ichigo. H-He's all I have left.."

Your words were solemn, and Yumichika was the last one to make such a promise. But watching you so helpless, it did something to him.

"I have his back."

At the time, that seemed like the right thing.

It helped you.

When Yumichika got closer to you, it was mostly as a source of entertainment. You were around all the time it seemed and you always had the best reactions whenever he flaunted his beauty. The more he saw you, the more he felt protective. The frequent trips to Karakura were welcomed whenever they had a mission. He was able to do his job and see you. The longer he was around, the more he learned.

Like your relationship with Ichigo.

What he initially assumed as romantic love was just a brotherly bond you'd formed when he saved you from a river as a kid. 

A detail he felt comforted that you openly told him.

"How come you always drop by just to piss me off."

You looked angry, and Yumichika had to admit it was cute. He'd never tell you, but sometimes he just loved to jab to get a reaction.

"I was merely saying you may never get to my standard of beauty, but you're still exceptional in your own way."

"Why does that sound like a compliment and an insult all wrapped in one!!" You fire back.

Yumichika laughed from his position on the roof and you just folded your arms, turning your head in the opposite direction. Nights like this were nice to just sit and watch the stars.

Considering that Yumichika could literally fly, you knew such a view wasn't anything extraordinary to him. It was still nice that he decided to entertain you.

"If I'm so beneath your level then why waste your time."

It was just an angry little ramble, but Yumichika turned. He could tell that you weren't truly upset. But he realized then that you may not actually know how he sees you.

"If I really thought you weren't worth my time I wouldn't even look at you."

The statement makes you turn, and you swallow. Because he's wearing that expression again. Soft and a bit paralyzing in a fluffy sort of way.

"I've made it a rule of mine never to look upon ugly things. What I see before me is quite beautiful."

Your eyes widen at those words. The heat crawls up your cheeks before you can stop it.

"Y-You're just messing with me again!" You point at him accusingly.

He smiles, and it does something to you. When he moves closer, he takes hold of your hand, and it lowers slowly into your lap. 

You're in awe.

"Not so feisty anymore, are you?"

The confident smile on his face is disarming. Especially with the lack of space. You clench your hand into your lap.

"W-What are you doing Yumichika.."

It's almost a whisper. It's when his hand cups your cheek that you feel your heart hammer.

"I thought I was clear, I'm claiming something very beautiful."

His lips descend on your own and you clench your eyes shut. You can't believe you let someone like Yumichika mess with you. Much less kiss you. Although you can't deny that it feels really good. His lips feel so soft, and you've never realized just how good he smells. You feel his hand shift from your lap, sliding over your waist as he pulls you closer. Your blush darkens and he deepens the kiss. At this point you're just barely able to think, much less do much but reciprocate shyly. When his tongue brushes against our own, you pull away with a gasp, covering your lips.

Yumichika licks his own lips.

"W-What was that!"

"That was a kiss, would you like another?"

"N-No you sneaky pervert!!"

In all honesty, you're not sure your brain will be able to function properly if he kisses you again. Your protests are merely to save face. 

This is embarrassing to say the least.

You don't expect it when he picks you up. Letting out a soft squeak, you grip at his robes.

"What the heck are you doing!!"

"I already told you."

He says nothing more, just flash steps into the house.

"W-Wait I'm not prepared!! K-KYA!!!"

It looks like you never had anything to worry about.

[0alanasworld0]

Misdirection & Birthday Gifts (Yassine Bounou x reader)

Description: You go all out to make Yassine's birthday one he would never forget.

Warnings: none

“Nooooooooooooo” he mumbles into your chest as you once again fail to escape the arms around your middle.

“Yassine you need your birthday suhoor!”

“What I need is for my wife to accept my birthday wish and stay right where she is!” he groans, only tightening his grip. Birthday or not, Yassine was not one to have his peaceful slumber to be disturbed. And by his wife no less? Absolutely not.

“But we have things to do!”

“It’s MY birthday and you’re telling me we have to go against my wishes and do stuff? What if I just want to lay in bed with the love of my life all day?” he questions, still refusing to leave his spot. He’s exactly where he needs to be and so are you. He genuinely cannot see what else he needs on his special day. Well, maybe a few things maybe but that was for much later.

“Okay what if we make it together?” you try, he was going to have to get out at some point but maybe he just needed some good old-fashioned compromise to help him out. He does once again tighten his grip around your waist but thankfully he concedes.

“Fine but we have to stay in for a little bit longer.”

“But-”

“No buts, it’s 3 in the morning. You think I wouldn’t catch on to an early escape plan?” he finally leaves his spot to look up at you with a raised eyebrow. You widen your own eyes as you realise that your super secret plan really wasn’t all that secret. There really was no hiding from him.

You decide that any further bargaining is fruitless, relaxing back into the bed and he readjusts himself so his head is under your chin again. You run your fingers through his fluffy, messy hair and lightly scratch his scalp, making him hum in relief and satisfaction. Admittedly, the quiet moments with him were nice. Both of your lives were so hectic with both of your careers blossoming into huge successes. The past few months had been less than desirable for Yassine as his club seemed to only be sinking further and further into its fateful position on the La Liga table. He was more stressed out than he had ever been so days like this were very much needed. And moments like this moreso. What was even more frustrating was that moments like this were growing more and more infrequent so you best bet he was going to make the absolute most of them when he got them. 

You press a kiss to the side of his head and he reciprocates with a kiss to your shoulder that sends a flood of warmth running through your body. You’re starting to think that the effect he has on you is never going to wear off. With everything he had done for you, the least you felt like you could do was give him the most special birthday you could manage. You decide that 2 hours of cuddling was enough for the moment and whisper in his ear.

“We really do need to get going, love.” anticipating the barrage of complaints you were bound to receive. You can feel him open his mouth to say something until you hear it. You’re surprised it didn’t happen sooner with how much this man needs to eat on a regular.

“... maybe we should get going.” he mutters, lightly pinching your thigh when you giggle.

“You’ve lost it if you think I’m letting go of you though…” he adds quickly before hauling himself out and carrying you with him to the shower. 

“It’s a sunnah!” he reminds you as you scold him for his eagerness. 

He’s still very groggy but your laughter is music to his ears as he prepares himself to celebrate one last time before you both get ready for the day ahead.

Preparing suhoor with Yassine went just as expected with his clingy nature. He allows himself to sit down and check through his phone for a short while before taking a glance at you. That was probably his first mistake because now the urge to just hold you has resurfaced in his mind and he can’t do anything to push it back down. He huffs quietly at first to try and get your attention but it's to no avail because you’re adorably focused on the task at hand: of course preparing one of his favourite meals to keep him going for the rest of the day. There wasn’t any hope of breaking you out with the distance the table was from the counter so he decides to promptly close it. His warmth radiated from him like a furnace so you immediately felt his presence behind you before he encased you in his arms. Leaving soft kisses to your neck and shoulders. The softness sends a chill down your spine and you shudder lightly at the feeling. He really couldn’t go 10 minutes in your presence without having you in his arms directly. 

“Really, Yassine?” you tease, looking back at him with narrowed eyes. You soften immediately at his own irresistible puppy eyes and small pout.

“Nothing wrong with appreciating such perfection.” he mumbles, hiding his face in the crook of your neck to hide the light blush. It's no use however because you can feel his face rapidly heating up anyway. 

In spite of the fact that you’re having to awkwardly waddle everywhere, with him vehemently refusing to let you go from his arms, you somehow manage to get Suhoor on the table with time to spare so you can both enjoy it in peace. You attempt to grab your usual glass but he lightly slaps your hand away before you can. Barely having to stretch as he reaches for the top shelf to grab a large bottle. 

“Nice try, gorgeous.” he quickly kisses the top of your head before taking his seat and digging in.

Suhoor is fairly peaceful as you quietly admire your husband. He’s saying something but for the life of you, you can’t focus as your eyes zero in on his face.  Everything about him was so unbelievably perfect from the softness in his eyes to the baritone drawl of his voice to the overall demeanour. You took great pride in the fact that he was one of the most intelligent and interesting people to talk to yet he was always so grounded. Never once did he make you or anyone feel inferior. Even with the various accolades and titles he was titled, even being the pride of his country, he was still the kind, funny, positive and overall lovable Yassine you had always known. He snaps you out of your lovestruck haze when he gently takes your hand in his. Oh god the last thing you needed was a reminder of his size. Or his warmth for that matter. Your much smaller hand was still recovering from the biting chill of the morning air and you felt it all thaw away with just one touch. 

“Everything okay, princess?” he asks, concern flooding his eyes at your silence. You nod shyly with a smile, bringing his hand to your mouth and pressing a kiss to the knuckles. You were going to make this the best damn birthday he had ever seen. 

Admittedly, the fact that he had to leave for training in the middle of his birthday cuddles made you more frustrated than ever. Of course something had to get in the way. HOWEVER, today the short distraction was very much needed so you could help and oversee the main part of his birthday. When you see Youssef drive off sufficiently far enough, you send a quick text to your friend to give the green light for her arrival. You needed all the time you could get to make sure it was perfect. As well as her help.

“You do realise that he would probably be happy with a simple cake from the store, right?” you raise your eyebrow at your friend’s comment. It was true that your husband was not particularly fussy but the idea of giving him anything less than your best felt almost treacherous. The idea of your perfect Yassine eating store bought cake on his birthday after what he managed to pull off for yours was treacherous. Absolutely not. Never in a million years would you give him anything less than the best. Sure, you were growing weary and the smell of the cake batter, as well as the ingredients for the rest of the meal, was making you hungry beyond belief but this just had to be done. He always made it clear that he preferred your cooking over anything, “heaven on earth”, he always said. And while you were never one to take compliments, you decided to believe him for the moment so you could make his special day worthwhile. 

It’s hours of joint work between you and your friend who oh-so-kindly volunteered to be your taster until you finally have everything done. And as you take a step back to admire all the pieces of the meal, a message on your phone arrives at the perfect time. From Abde and Jawad, a photo of a completely decorated venue with his gifts all in place. You sigh out with a smile as your stress dissipates a little at the fact that it was all coming together. Your friend soon makes her way out of your place to drop the meal off for the final touch for Yassine’s birthday iftar. 

It’s all done and out by the time Yassine makes it home. He crashes onto the couch face-first and you bite your lip to hold in your laughter.

“Everything okay, love?” you ask, rubbing his back softly. He grunts in response and you bend down to be level with him.

“I just had to spend my birthday training like nothing was going on. I don’t think I’m gonna be able to move from here, gorgeous. You’re going to have to feed me.” he mumbles, barely coherent and he’s doing those puppy eyes again. You hum softly, pressing a kiss to his forehead before breaking your news to him.

“Jawad called… wants us over for iftar…” you fake a wince, trying to put on your best guilty face and he furrows his eyebrows. Success, you think to yourself.

“But what about… y’know? I thought we could just have a quiet night in, you and me?” he asks. Oh god he was so cute. He couldn’t bear to use the birthday excuse seriously. 

“I know but he said he’d really appreciate it if we went over. He got a whole venue and everything, it’d be rude to decline, no?” he nods defeatedly, dragging himself off the couch to get ready with you following him. 

He’s beyond shattered but still finds it to him to make his usual comments as you get changed. It was basically an instinct at this point to make you as flustered as he could. He absolutely loved it. Your cheeks flushing because the man just needed to make you feel like an angel. 

The car ride is fairly quiet and although he would never say anything, you could tell that he was slightly upset with the turnout of the day. What could have been a quiet day with you now just felt like any other day. In truth that was all he needed for his special day. So much for a happy birthday. However, there’s confusion in his eyes as he notices the surroundings. 

“Sweetheart you…” he’s lost for words, slightly concerned that his assumptions are going to be wrong.  He doesn’t miss the smirk on your face as you quickly turn away and drag him to the place. It was a place that he absolutely loved. Where his dream began. He remembers the day clearer than anything and he can’t begin to describe how happy he is to be here again. Relive it again but with his wife rather than the pretty girl he didn’t know how to approach without finding himself shaking with nerves. Of course you wouldn’t push his birthday aside for anything. Of course you would make sure that you spent it together in the place he constantly talked about loving. He always told you it was his special place so the idea of spending his birthday here came easily to you. And he just couldn’t wait.

When you reach the main spot, fully decorated the way you thought he would like, you sigh out in relief and finally look back at him. He’s speechless, for once the words are not coming naturally to him but you can feel and see the excitement. Excitement for the fact that he was in fact going to spend his birthday the way he wanted: with you and alone.

“Ya amar, you are something else…” he mutters quietly as he takes a quick look around before returning his gaze to you, filled with a softness that reaches your heart and warms you up inside. One second you’re staring into his eyes and the next he’s spinning you around in his arms as if he wasn’t ready to fall asleep in the car on multiple occasions. You squeal as you tighten your grip on the hug. 

“You. Are. So. perfect. I. love. You. so. Much. my. Star.” he interrupts each word with a kiss to your face and you can’t hold back your laugh as he does so. 

“We haven’t even gotten to the best bit yet!” you manage to say through the laughing fit. Before he says anything back, or sends you both into another fit of giggles, you grab his hand and gently drag him to the gazebo where the food is laid out. Only the best and by your own hands of course. He quickly rushes to hold your chair out for you to sit before taking his own. Of course he isn’t completely satisfied being opposite you and shuffles his chair over so he’s by your side instead. 

“You are the picture of a dream, angel.” he says, hugging your side before grabbing a couple of dates and handing one to you. You’re lucky that it’s a couple of minutes until iftar so you remain with your head resting on his shoulder, his head resting on yours until you hear the adhan playing on your phone. 

You both sigh out in relief as you break your fasts. A long day of training for him and preparations for you and it felt so worth it for this moment. He can’t help but go for one last kiss, albeit a much longer one, before digging into the meal you worked so hard to prepare. He felt like the luckiest guy in the world to have someone like you so eager and willing to make him feel loved. 

“Happy birthday, my love.” you softly smile at him, sweetly kissing his cheek when he finishes gulping down his water. 

When you’ve both had your fill and finished praying together, you drag him once more to the grass where a soft blanket is already laid out. He’s the first to lay on it before holding his arms out, waiting for you to join him. You quickly follow suit, being careful not to hurt him as you lay down on his chest. While you trace the lines of his torso, peacefully admiring the hard planes and corded muscles, he hitches one of your legs to drape over his own, trying to create as much contact as he could. The sunset is absolutely stunning but the both of you can really only focus on eachother. 

When the pair of you settle into a comfortable position, he’s the first to say something.

“I’m sorry for being so moody.” he whispers, the guilt in his eyes apparent. 

“Yassine, if that was your definition of moody, I would love to see you angry!” you joke, pinching his cheek with a smile. Your expression turns into one of slight concern as the guilt remains on his features.

“I was grumbling the entire car ride! I should have trusted you!” he justifies and you shake your head.

“Love, you were understandably upset that you weren’t going to get the rest you needed! It’s okay!” you try to comfort him. You pull his head down for a kiss and you feel him relax into it, deepening it. You’re relieved to see him doing a little better when you pull away. You quietly admire his face once more until you remember, eyes widening.

“I almost forgot! I’ll be back in a second!” you try to get up a little too quickly and to no avail as he pulls you back down.

“What could you possibly have left to do?” He narrows his eyes with a small smile. 

“Just trust me on this! Please?” you beg, hurriedly getting up the second he releases his grip. You had thought about these gifts for ages so you hoped he would like them.

You return soon after with the 2 neatly wrapped presents in your hands, placing them on the blanket as he sits up. You hand him the first and he laughs a little.

“Are you trying to get me into reading again?” he jokes as you narrow your eyes.

“Open the thing!” you slap his arm lightly and he relents. He carefully unpeels the wrapping paper and for a second, he thinks he recognises what it is but no? You wouldn’t. But except you absolutely would. It was a sketchbook that you had been working on since the start of your marriage, which took you embarrassingly long as you carefully considered each page. You kept Yassine in your heart each minute you worked on it so it just felt right to give it to him. And it wasn’t just drawings of him either. You had gone all out with just everything he liked, everything that reminded you of him, it was simply just an expression of your love for him. You didn’t have a way with words like he did you decided to show in the way that came most naturally to you. Drawings of you and him accompanied with sketches of your date locations, illustrations of songs you knew he loved, fabric cuttings from the wedding, your own writing to accompany the art. He certainly wasn’t going to be able to go through it in detail at that very moment but he already held it so dear to him. He was definitely taking it everywhere with him. 

You’re too in your head trying to analyse his reaction so you’re startled when he throws himself at you for a crushing hug. 

“Oh angel, this is too much! Do you really want to give this to me?” he asks, smiling when you nod vigorously. 

“You were the only person I was thinking about when I was working on it so I don’t see why it should go to anyone else.” you confess, sighing out when he tightens the hugs, kissing your neck in appreciation. 

“There’s still this one…” you manage to get on, nearly suffocated by the tightness of the embrace.

“Oh sorry, princess.” he releases you and and you take in a deep breath, smiling and shaking your head at his enthusiasm and excitement. 

Once again, he’s ever the more careful in undoing the wrapping paper and slowly lifting the lid of the box. This one he recognises immediately, the design on the pocket watch was a very unique one. One that happened to match a certain antique locket he got you for your own birthday. Just in the way that he chose his favourite photo of the pair of you, you picked yours as it sat pretty in the beautifully delicate piece. And of course it also had to have the date of your first encounter engraved. Just like the locket. 

“I know it’s not the most original gift but I thought that y’know… with the location and all… I don’t know I thought we could match and it’d be really cute I-” he’s too excited to wait so he cuts off the rambling with the most passionate kiss he can muster. You relax into his hold, grateful that he stopped you before it went on any longer, bringing a hand to cup his cheek. You’re both panting, regaining your breath when you pull away. Your lips are slightly swollen from it and you’re honestly slightly dazed but you manage to take in his next words at least.

“It’s perfect, angel. You’re perfect. This was the best birthday ever!” he assures, kissing you again so that you forgot about whatever doubts still lingered. Once again, it’s long and his hand buries itself in your hair to pull you closer and deepen it. How you had any uncertainty was beyond him but he’d take as long as he needed to remove it because on top of everything that you already did that had him swooning, you had to go and give him some of the most thoughtful and heartfelt gifts he had ever received. 

When you pull away once again for breath, you can just feel that he’s up to something.

“Whatcha thinkin’ about?” you question suspiciously as he looks off into the distance.

“Nothing.” he says, almost too quickly and you pinch his cheek. He almost certainly wasn’t planning how he was going to on-up you for your birthday. No, he would never. 

“Sureeeeeee…” you draw out, rolling your eyes. Oh this was going to be good. You already knew what was about to happen. Best of luck to him.

an hour or 2 later than when i siad but its not midnight over here yet so it counts! i hope u enjoy, lovelies xxx

[final-girl96]

Firefly Chapter Fifty-Seven

Flashback

Ellie

Ellie and Riley sneaked into the mall. The mall once held infected back when the outbreak happened. FEDRA corralled them all into the mall when they were building the QZ. At the time, it was the best option, and it stayed that way for years until they finally cleared it out.

This wasn't the first time Ellie and Riley had been inside the old long forgotten mall. There used to be a FEDRA soldier who camped out inside to keep people from trespassing. He used to have a horse, but he was no longer around, and neither was the horse. Ellie had visited him often. Now, his stuff was just abandoned and left to rot like everything else in the world.

They walked around the mall, Riley in the lead. “Where are you taking me?” Ellie asked. Riley smiled, “You'll see.” They walked up a flight of escalators and to Raja's Arcade. Coins littered the once dark carpet with bright colors sprinkled into it. Some games were busted, but others were left as they had been twenty years ago. They weaved through them and came to a stop. “Close your eyes,” Riley told Ellie.

Ellie looked at her suspiciously, “Why?” She asked. Riley just rolled her eyes and said, “Just close them. It's a surprise.”Ellie sighed but closed her eyes and let her best friend guide her through the machines. When they came to a stop, Riley positioned her before telling her to open her eyes again. Ellies vision came into focus once more, and when it did, she couldn't believe what was in front of her. “The Turning.”

“Oh, man, I wish I could play this!” Ellie said, hitting the buttons and pretending to play. She thought kids were so lucky back before Cordyceps. They had all this cool stuff like arcades like this, and she even heard that they had something called games consoles in their homes. “You can close your eyes.” Ellie looked at Riley and slowly closed her eyes. Riley started to paint a picture of what was happening, giving Ellie instructions on what to do during the combat. And Ellie could easily see it in her mind. Angel knives fighting against the opponent.

After the arcade, they walked around more, Riley again in the lead. In the middle of the mall was a carousel. It had always fascinated Ellie, but at the same time, she never understood why it did or why people enjoyed it so much. “Stay here,” Riley told her, walking backward. “Where are you going?” She only got a smile before Riley disappeared around the corner. Five minutes later, the carousel was being lit up along with part of the mall. “Whoa!”

“Want to ride it?” She spun around to see Riley walking towards her. “I thought the mall didn't have any electricity?” Riley came up beside her, “It didn't until a couple of weeks ago. Well, not the whole mall but part of it. So, you wanna try it out?” She smiled at Ellie and walked over to the controls. With a flip of a switch and a press of a button, the carousel started to slow spin, music floated out from the middle and filled Ellie's ears. She looked at it wide-eyed. “Come on!” Riley said, holding her hand out for Ellie to take.

Present

Yn

“I stood beside Ellie on the platform beside the generator. Shadows moved in the darkness in front of us. The loading dock area was at least mid calf to knee high. “We need gas to turn this generator on,” Ellie whispered. She walked over and picked up a small red gas can that sat behind us. I pulled my gun, took the magazine out, and checked how much ammo I had. I snapped it back in and looked at Ellie. “I only have five left.” Her grip on her gun tightened, and she nodded, “I have three left,” she said.

“Okay, we take care of them and then check these trucks for gas. You stay near me, understand?” She nodded her head, and we went to work, killing all the infected. There were three stalkers and one clicker. After checking each truck, we finally found one that had a little gas in it to start the generator. The only problem now was we could go back the way we came since the water was electrified since a lone cable hung from the ceiling an inch from the water.

Flashback

2005 /Yn

“I feel like we're in Dawn of The Dead,” I said to Joel as we walked around the mall we were taking shelter in for the night. “Kind of glad that remake never got to see the light of day,” he said. I hummed in agreement and walked over to the first store I saw. Well, it wasn't actually a store; it’s an arcade. Totally Retro Arcade. It was the first thing that caught my eye.

The lights in the mall were still on even after almost two years. The arcade was dark, and the only lights coming from it were the bright neon colors from the games and signs. The floor was black and had colorful confetti like shapes on it. The shapes almost looked like they glowed under the neon lights. “Oh, man! Look at this place!” I turned to Joel, grabbed his hand, and pulled him into the arcade.

“We can't be getting distracted…” I cut him off by holding a hand up. “Stop being such a buzzkill, Joel. Just because the world is being taken over by fungus controlled freaks doesn't mean we can't still enjoy life once in a while. Come on, you can't tell me this doesn't bring back memories for you! Going to the arcade and spending your allowance on games. Or were you one of those boring following the rules kind of the kids?”

“I wasn't boring,” he said. I raised an eyebrow at him. “I don't believe you…old man,” I said. I turned around and headed deeper into the arcade. I squealed when two hands landed on my waist, and his lips grazed the skin on my neck. “I'll show you just how not boring I am. You're gonna pay for calling me an old man.” I laughed, pulling out of his grasp to spin around and look at him. “Sure you can catch me…old man?” He narrowed his eyes at me, “You have three seconds to run,” he said in a low husky voice that sent shivers all over my body. I smiled, turned, and ran.

Present

Yn

“How are we getting out of here?” Ellie asked. I walked over to the gate that caged in the controls to the building. I pressed the green button, a buzz sound, and the door opened open. “Up that ladder,” I pointed to the ladder inside and then pointed above us. “We'll have to be really careful, but we should be able to walk across the ducts to the other side. There should be another door over there,” I told her.

We climbed the ladder, and I let Ellie go first since she was smaller and lighter. “Take your time and be careful. When you're halfway, I will follow.” She nodded her head and climbed onto the duct. I watched with bated breath as she slowly made her way to the other side. When she was halfway there, I took a deep breath and prayed to whoever or whatever would listen and begin my slow, careful journey across the duct work.

There were a couple of times I had to stop and stay completely still because the duct started to shake. But eventually, I got myself across. Once we were on the platform, Ellie and I worked together to clear the stuff that was stacked in front of the door.

[malevolentwife]

🩰 DANCER EREN HC’S ʚ ₊ 💌 ⊰ ִ ֺ ⊹

a/n: dancer eren has just recently popped up in my mind while watching youngbeen joo vids and now i’m insane bc just imagine this slutty man being a dancer oh my ໒꒱

i just think that dancer eren would have the same style as youngbeen joo !! he’s just so smooth with it oml

he started off with a few dancing groups/gig and stuff but nothing permanent ,, he’s picky with the companies he associates himself with. he’s a brat rlly. 💀

buttt he finally does agree to be a part of PARADIS when he saw how good the management was and how big the pay would be if things got serious, so he definitely grabbed the opportunity !!

especially when he found out most of his friends were signing up too like mikasa ? ymir ? yeahhhh count him in

as soon as he gets the gist of Paradis he rlly just relaxes … he does what he does, he tries to stay out of trouble, he tries to meet deadlines, he actually goes to class and shit. thats when u know he’s serious and he likes the environment <;3

when i say ‘stay out of trouble’ i mean trying not to butt heads with the manager (levi lollll)

he, along with mikasa and ymir, are the quickest to become choreographers. (mikasa and ymir first, eren had to work a little more)

this is so random but dancer eren always has the nicest fits 😮‍💨 he’s always on trend, never misses with the new shoes and stuff, that’s part of the reason why he got so famous.

he has fangirls from everywhere as soon as his choreo vids go up on yt/ig/twtr 💀 his followers skyrocket, and his comments are always so positive like damn. he likes to go thru the comments and shit, it feeds his ego, and genuinely motivates him to do better to keep up with the new fame

even if he likes all the attention he’s getting, he’s still shit at posting on his socmeds, even if it’s to promote Paradis or his choreo vids.

sometimes he posts a random selfie on his story, but that’s all you’re getting. he doesn’t even follow anyone except paradis’ official account (levi forced him)

it does make him an asshole sometimes but its nothing mikasa can’t fix with a little kick to the shin or a punch to his pretty face <;3

speaking of mikasa …. these two have the best fucking chemistry when dancing ong !!!! a lot of ppl ship them bc of how good their dances are together.

little do they know that mikasa has a thing going on with jean and the only reason why eren likes to do slightly sexy dances with mikasa is bc it pisses jean off. 🤭

dancer eren is such a playboy too 💀 he’s slept with some dancers, some ig models, Paradis’ last secretary too before she got fired. best believe there’s a shit ton of dating rumors around him, and it gets messyyyyy!

any relationship he has never lasted. he’s always busy.

anyway, here r a few youngbeen choreo vids that fits eren’s style <3 he’s the one always wearing a hat hehe

i’m moaning

especially this ???? oh gosh 😩

hehe this is him and mika

he ate this up

[lovesick-yanderes]

Demon guy trying to tempt a badass nun darling?

Since being a nun isn't something that's gender neutral, I decided to make the reader a girl in this. If this wasn't what you were wanting, please feel free to PM me or send another ask and I'll do my best to make up for it! Also I'm not Catholic so if the stuff in this doesn't make sense... sorry :p

Torix Character Bio

TWs: Catholicism, implied stalking/general yandere behavior

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It had been a long day. You’re tired. Your back aches and with each step you take, your knees creak and pop, sending pain through your entire body. You grit your teeth, hold onto your rosary tighter, and keep moving. As the lead exorcist of your region’s convent, it was your duty (and pleasure) to travel wherever you were called to and execute demons who were terrorizing, possessing, or otherwise harming the public.

It was endless work.

It was grueling work.

You loved it.

At last, you make it to your destination for the evening; a small village surrounded by a stone fence. As you walk through the gate, you take note of the absence of any trace of human life. Trash lays on the cobblestone roads, hens run freely, and a cat absently stares at you as you pass by. You walk to the center of the village. Wooden doors creak back and forth from the gentle breeze that rustles your habit. No one is in sight. You take it upon yourself to start investigating.

You had been called to this town just a day before by a traveler who’d heard of your expertise. He had stopped you four towns away and begged, on his hands and knees, for you to slay the demons plaguing his village. Of course, you’d accepted his pleas. You prayed for both his and your safety over a light meal, went your separate ways, and you awoke bright and early in the morning to make your journey.

When he was explaining the troubles his village was experiencing, you had assumed that the demonic infestation was light, or maybe even carried out by a singular demon; judging by the lack of families or even loners, let alone a priest tending to the local church, you now suspected that the demonic activity was a prolonged ordeal. You also suspected a strong, aged demon to be at the root of the infestation.

A cursory sweep of the village confirmed your suspicions; you are alone. You stand on the steps of the local church and review your notes. Aside from the few hens and single cat, animals seemed to have disappeared from the village as well. Curiously, you can’t identify any traces of demons or demonic activity; pentagrams are nowhere to be found, and without another human soul in the vicinity, you can’t diagnose a possession.

The sun begins to set. You look out at the village one last time before entering the church and closing the doors behind you. You discard your small bag and unpack it, setting up a space to eat, pray, and sleep within the sanctuary. You eat a small portion of bread, read the bible by candlelight, and hold your rosary to pray. Then, you sleep.

Later on, deep in the night, a booming voice startles you awake. You shoot up, scrambling to wrap yourself with your thin blanket. You look around anxiously, your heart beating and vision impaired. Finally, you spot the source of the voice; a thin man sits in the first row of pews within the nave. 

“Who are you?” You announce, projecting your voice with the authority your position provides you. “I’m Sister ______, lead exorcist of my convent. I’m sure you can gather my reason for being here.”

“I know who you are,” he tells you, staying still in his spot.

You wait for him to continue. He doesn’t. “How?”

“Oh, I’ve been watching you for weeks now,” he purrs, draping his arms against the back of the pew. “When I saw you, and what you were capable of…” he trails off and chuckles darkly, leaving you in suspense for a moment before he continues. “I just had to have you.”

“Explain yourself,” you demand, rising to stand. The blanket you used to cover yourself falls to the floor, leaving you in your night clothes; a nightgown and a thick pair of socks. Your habit, along with your rosary and the cross usually worn around your neck, sit in a neatly folded pile on the floor next to you. 

He laughs again. “What’s left to explain, Sister?” he teases, rising to stand. He’s still obscured by the lack of light within the church, but he’s incredibly tall. You watch his long hair move and fall behind his back. “You’re the region’s most accomplished exorcist… a nun with an impressive kill count. You’ve slayed almost 80 demons now, isn’t that right?”

You swallow the uneasiness slowly building in your stomach and stand your ground, raising your chin higher to maintain your posture. “Yes. Why does that concern you?”

“I wouldn’t call it a concern. It’s more of an interest,” he tells you.

“Are you seeking an apprenticeship?”

He laughs, loudly, and his voice echoes harshly off the walls of the sanctuary, causing you to flinch. “Hardly. I told you already. I have to have you.”

“Are you drunk? Surely, you know nuns are sworn to chastity,” you chastise him, annoyed and embarrassed at his forwardness. “Leave this church at once. Let me rest for the work I must complete tomorrow. If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave his demon infested town for good.”

He laughs again. “Oh, Sister…” he begins to walk up the stairs to the sanctuary. You take a few steps back, distancing yourself from him. As he becomes more visible, you make out a pair of horns protruding from his head. “I’m not leaving without you.” Your heart drops and you feel the warmth drain from your face. A demon. He’d caught you completely off guard- without your weapons or even a cross to defend yourself. His pointed tail flicks back and forth as he approaches you. You pick up your speed and continue to step back, until you roughly bump into the altar. He’s on you in a flash, pinning you to it with both hands. His touch feels like fire. 

“And just like that, the mighty exorcist is pinned below the lowly demon,” he whispers, staring you down with deep red eyes. “How were you able to kill so many of my kind? Isolating and neutralizing you was child’s play.” Your breath hitches as he leans closer to your face. You can feel his hot breath against your skin. “I guess I was always better than the rest at seducing virgins.”

You spit in his face at the accusation, still determined to defend your commitment to chastity. “I’d hardly call this seduction, you evil beast! Get off of me!” 

He smiles down at you and slowly opens his mouth, releasing a long forked tongue. He flicks it up and easily licks the spit off of his face, then returns to a devious grin. “Don’t worry. You’ll experience the full benefits of my seduction in due time…” He reaches down to brush two fingers across your lips. “For now, you just get to relax.”

Fire overtakes your body. You��re warm- too warm, and you’ve lost complete control of your physical capabilities. You stand, not of your own volition, but as if you were a puppet. You slowly blink at the demon above you, who laughs lightly as he watches you succumb to whatever thrall he’s entranced you with.

Once he’s happy with your level of hypnosis, he releases his grip on your other wrist, and your arms float gently down to your sides. He watches you falter with the same devious grin he had as he leaned above you, eyeing you up and down as he takes a step back to admire his completed work. 

“Sister ______, lead exorcist of her convent, slayer of nearly 80 demons… now relegated to be by my side as my human companion.” He laughs loudly at his own proclamation. Outwardly, you show no response, but inside, your mind reels as you struggle to attempt to move and escape from him. Nothing you do works. No amount of praying or begging to God gives you an edge; you’re stuck like this. 

He takes hold of your hand and begins to lead you down the stairs of the sanctuary and out the doors of the church entirely; you follow along, feeling as if you’re floating on air with each step. What few possessions you have- your habit, rosary, bible, and cross- are left behind in the church. All you can do is watch the demon in front of you as he leads you further and further from the village, into the countryside and away from the world you knew and loved. “My name is Torix- and you belong to me now.”

[chierafied]

December Drabbles Day 14 - All Downhill from Here

Read on AO3.

Banner fan art by the amazing @sayuri-liu

For Wiccan. The heart of our fandom. You’ve made it a home for all of us. 💖 Words and this silly little ficlet can’t begin to express my gratitude towards you and all your efforts and endless dedication to our ship over many, many years. Thank you, Wiccan. You’re the absolute best.

Prompt by Kriou90, thanks so much!

Day 14 - All Downhill from Here

The skiing instructor was perky and pink . Sesshoumaru wasn’t sure what to make of her and a part of him felt dubious. Especially of those bright pink pompoms of her hat, that matched the chunky-knit muffler wrapped three times around her neck. But the steady stream of cheerful chatter was taking his mind off from that nervous and peeved part that glowered in a dark corner of his brain.  

Sesshoumaru hated learning new things. Or to be precise, he hated that awkward initial phase of learning something new; the part where he felt like a clueless, bumbling idiot. What he wanted was to excel  but alas, to get to that point some bumbling around had to be endured.  

Whatever could be said about his bubbly bubble-gum skiing instructor, she seemed to know her stuff. She’d guided him through getting the rental equipment and putting on the stiff and weird ski shoes. She’d given him an overview of the slopes. And dispensed such a wealth of tips and tricks on him that Sesshoumaru wasn’t able to remember them all.  

And now they were standing on the top of the trainer slope, which looked like an anthill compared to the other ones. Sesshoumaru was starting to get nervous again.  

"We're gonna practise the snowplough for a while," the skiing instructor told him with a bright smile. "Then we're going down all nice and easy and slow . We'll take all the time you need. And we're not going down until you're comfortable enough to try. Safety first, ok?"  

Sesshomaru nodded, and the tightness in his throat eased, his shoulders relaxed the tiniest fraction at his instructor's reassurance.  

"Great! I'll show you the snowplough now. It’s very simple."  

Sesshoumaru watched raptly as the skiing instructor demonstrated the funny-looking pose.  

"Now, your turn to try it out! Tails out, noses together. Make sure to leave a gap between your skis, though!"  

Sesshoumaru tried to manoeuvre his skis into the right position. They still felt weird on his feet.   

But his skiing instructor kept coaxing, encouraging and advising him. Gradually, his nervousness and awkwardness slipped away.  

"I'm ready now," he informed her after a while.   

"Great!" The instructor chirped. "Let's go down the hill! Remember to shift your weight to turn. And I'll be right behind you, so if you fall, I'll help you right back up."  

That comment finally elicited an answering smile from Sesshoumaru. "All right. I'll be in your care."  

What scattered crumbs of his nerves were left morphed into exhilaration as he made his way down the much too short slope. He might have been slow and his turns awkward, but the slide of the skis had been easy and smooth, the cold slap of wind in his face invigorating. At the bottom of the hill, Sesshoumaru turned to his instructor, grinning.   

"I want to do that again. And go faster."  

"That’s the spirit," she laughed. "Up we go!"  

And so, they did.   

Sesshoumaru loved every second of it, so much so that he stayed on the slope after his lesson concluded and he and his instructor parted ways.  

He was almost reluctant to part with his skis when the time finally came to return them.   The red-haired young man behind the counter accepted the skis and then slid a business card to him.  

"Was supposed to give you this," he said and winked.  

Sesshoumaru picked up the card. His eyebrow ached at the neat print of his ski instructor's name. Flipping the card over, he saw a handwritten phone number. And there, just underneath it, there was an intriguing addition in a looping scrawl. 

"If you need instruction for the after-ski portion of the whole skiing experience, let me know. XO -Kagome" 

Sesshoumaru grinned, thanked the young redhead, and pulled out his phone.  

[tealenko]

WIP -Sleep Cycle

I haven't written anything in a month, I wake up today and boom: a whole chapter.

To be fair, I've been reading a lot (someone help me for I'm in the Queen's Gambit vortex once again T-T) so... I've been inspired to write... But not my usual stuff soooooooo...

Here's a wip of the first chapter of my post-post-ME3 fic lol (it's in that point where calling this a wip is a strech... But I still have to revise it for mistakes so, technically, it's still a work in progress)

I think @sillyliterature tagged me for a wip (among many things, which I'm doing btw... love to do them, I just lack the time sometimes XDDD) And as always, thanks a lot for the tag <3 <3 <3

Okay, I'll shut up now XDDDDDDDDDDDD

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Through Hell and Back series -> [link] A Chance at a Happy Ending - Ch.1 Sleep Cycle (WIP)

All her body aches.

That’s usually a literary sentence used as a hiperbole to get quickly to the point of view that an author wants to convey. 

Nevertheless, in this case it’s not only true, but it’s also been true for many years now.

No matter how well they resembled her after Alchera. No No matter how well they resembled her after the Citadel, after the war. The countless hours of doctors, training and therapy are only successful at keeping her alive, for it was their main objective they ever had, to keep her alive. No one stopped to think about the pain.

She turns again in her bed. And again. And again.

Every position hurts a different part of her body. 

So she turns one more time.

Carefully, of course. She’s always careful in her moments for, no matter how bad it hurts, it would be worse for her to wake up her bed companion.

Watching his sleep is even therapeutic in itself, which usually marks the position she finally chooses after hours of turning around on the right side of their bed, when the morning sun is starting to rise and there’s enough light in her room to be able to see something.

In desperation, she closes her eyes for a second, sighs and says to herself: if I’m not going to sleep… I should choose at least the better (sight).

So she turns one last time, completely ignoring the jaw dropping Vancouver sunrise that’s always featured through every window in their bedroom, and rests all her weight on the right side of her body, despite being the position that hurts her the most, and just stays there.

Frozen for what seems hours instead of minutes, staring at the man that sleeps next to her and trying her best to control her breathing.

God… He’s stupidly beautiful.

She thinks inside her head.

It’s not always that sentence, but it always conveys the same feeling. A mix of adoration and disbelief that masterfully hits her feelings without a fault.

After keeping the posture for a while, the pain starts to ease. Not because it gets better, but she starts to forget about it.

That’s another literary cliché for you. She mumbles inside her head, but that doesn’t make it less real for her.

Because, despite the fact that it is indeed an overused plot in thousands of novels and dramas, there’s no point denying the truth. 

The truth being: she loves him so much everything else disappears.

She laughs in disbelief. 

He mumbles something in his sleep, probably about her, but he keeps sleeping nonetheless.

Even after so many years, she still doesn’t believe it.

There’s always people who don't believe in true love, or just in love at all. There’s people who idealize it too much, looking for something that does not exist.

And then, there’s Mio, who always thought it existed, for she had seen it many times, but never expected she’d be able to deserve it, nor to find it.

And yet… Here we are.

She stares at Kaidan while pain fades, replaced little by little by the deep and increasing beats of her heart against her chest, by the intense breathing that fills her lungs every few seconds and by the many memories she treasures of him, flooding her mind and soul to make her forget about anything else.

The travel usually starts at the first time they met, always dedicating a second to laugh at her oblivious past self, who had no idea this is where the road was leading all along.

He blushes when I flirt…

She remembers thinking back on her first days aboard the old Normandy, before Saren and the reapers, before the council and the specters, back when her life, complicated and damaging as it was, still had a resemblance to something she could process and understand.

He’s cute when he blushes like that.

So she kept flirting with him.

And, as her life started more and more convoluted, as the few reasons she had to smile and keep going started to fade, and the weight of the entire galaxy (reacaía) on her shoulders, the flirting became first a distraction, then a routine, and later on, a trap on it own.

She cannot pinpoint exactly when her heart decided to surrender to what initially was only a pastime, but she still remembers the moment she realized her mind was no longer in control of her actions.

She can almost see it, as it was yesterday, and although she can no longer recall after which mission it was, she knows it was after a mission.

Chucked her equipment in record time, showered as fast as able and, still with her hair wet, maid it to the less lit area of the common space of the ship, where Kaidan always was, keeping himself busy with maintenance and repairs to distract himself from the many noises of the Normandy.

She liked when he stopped working right away the moment he noticed her presence, knew he was full with anticipation for the few seconds that he could spend with her outside of work, and that day wasn’t any different.

The focus of their conversation has been lost in the forest of her memories for a while now, but the end of it, she knows, is scorched to her soul in a way that will be impossible to forget.

Kaidan smiled at her, and she lost track of everything. It wasn’t the first time he used that power against her, but it was the first time she noticed. And, just like she does now as he sleeps, he found herself staring at him for a few seconds, before she was able to excuse herself and walk away.

Didn’t make it too far though.

In retrospect, she should have gone to her quarters, but to be fair, she wasn’t able to think that much at the moment. So she just got as far as possible, to the stairs that led to the main deck and, before losing control from her own mind, she made sure that she was alone.

And just like that, she realized. But how couldn’t she.

Her breathing had never been so intense, her heart had never beat so far and, to be honest with herself, the only reason her legs hadn’t failed her is because she was resting all her weight against the wall in order to avoid falling to the ground.

“What the f…”

She never finished that sentence, for she already knew what was happening, despite the fact that her mind was a few seconds behind in the process of being aware of it.

But the truth was that, after many flirts, after many smiles, her meetings with Kaidan had gone from casual to intense little by little and, what was once a routine, now was the only thing she looked up to in her entire day.

It felt good, felt right, to spend time with him. And, by the time she realized she could no longer call it anything as remotely as casual as mere friendship, it was already too late to run away.

That was her M.O. If you cannot kill it, run.

There’s a reason she had survived up to that date, afterall. 

Nevertheless, there she was, captured, against all odds, by her own trap.

And here she is now, lying in their bed, still mesmerized by Kaidan, even after so many years later, the same way as she was the first time.

She gets lost in her memories of him for a while.

When they met, when she walk up in the medbay and found him next to her after touching the beacon, when she realized he had fallen for her, that she had fallen for him, the night before Ilos, the way they stared at each other in between missions, when she got to see him again in Vancouver, when he came back to her crew… When he came back to her.

The confessions, the I love you, the i’m the luckiest man alive.

A tear falls as she lands in the moment when she woke up in a hospital, after the end of the war, and found him there, sleeping by her side as he does now.

Always at his side. 

Always.

And the always hits her soul, as it always does, and with all the good comes the bad to invade her mind.

The don’t leave me behind, the many moments she thought she’d lose him, the medbay of the Normandy after Mars where, this time around, they switched places so that the universe could torture her with the idea of a life where Kaidan is no longer alive. Alchera, and the look of his eyes when she ordered to leave, mortified by it till the last second as she suffocated alone in space, with the unavoidable force of the planet pulling from her.

She takes a pause, a second to breath, but her mind swifts now to different kind of torture, sinking her even more into the darkness of her memories.

Horizon.

She no longer minds the confrontation with Kaidan, no longer curses him for his words, no longer curses herself for her replies, nor for the way she broke her hand after hitting the wall in anger and anguish.

What still gets her, it’s the before.

An eternity of finding frozen people while desperately searched for him, looking in every single nook and corner not knowing what it would be worse, finding him frozen ot not finding him at all, mortified by the fact that there were her best options, praying to every deity she didn’t believe so that she wouldn’t find him dead in every corner she took and every room she entered.

The fear of losing him in Horizon tortures her to this very day, and brings along with it the pain of everyone else she’s already lost.

She closes her eyes, and begs for it to walk away.

Big mistake.

As if she was Alice, falling through the rabbit hole to Wonderland, she falls into the darkness, surrounded by her well known forest of personal memories and horrors.

The whispers, the voices, the regret. Everything in this hopeless realm joins forces to bring her back to the ground, and the many voices of those she’s lost during her life, fill the air that surrounds her without leaving spare time.

The ones she’s lost under her command at the Normandy are more prominent at the beginning, usually followed by the ones that died by her side, mostly members of her squad back in Akuze, the two friends she had for a few years after she runned away from the orphanage.

There’s a special highlight, now and then, where she hears Anderson talk to her, in a loving tone, as his voice morphs little by little to become her father’s, replaying the few memories she keeps of him before he died.

And when she thinks she can no longer hold any more pain inside of her, that’s when his voice hits her, as loud and clear as when they met on their first day as Alliance trainees, as when got drunk together, as when she surprised him on each one of his birthdays and he used all his forces to pretend he didn’t know when it was hers. 

The laughs, the mission… She, explaining to him how to shoot even better, and him teaching her the best ways to get through a written test. The way they celebrated when she finally got her high school degree, and two years later, graduated university.

His neverending yabber and the way she could be silent for days and he wouldn’t mind.

His jokes, her jokes… His kindness. His heart.

His nervousness as they were on their way to Akuze, as if his body already knew what was going to happen.

“Dee, listen… Please… Do not let me become an anchor.”

He told her, once they knew there was nothing she could do to save him, bleeding slowly into his demise as they awaited for the help that would not be there on time.

And then, as she always does, she hears the last thing he whispered before his eyelids started to become too heavy for him to keep his eyes open for much longer.

“How about a song?” 

He’d usually teased her, every week when they were on leave, from the moment he heard Anderson say that she had the voice of an angel. 

And she always refused.

Except for once.

Except that day.

With his last breath he asked her to sing and smile and, for the first time, and last, she complied and started singing.

He passed as she was mid song, with a smile on his face, and holding onto her hand. And as she noticed his grip losing all its strength, started crying, for the first time since she was little, and kept singing through her tears until the song was over.

Took a minute to breath, planted a kiss on his forehead and, she saw the message of the ship that were coming to aid her she softly said: 

“Okay.” As she sealed a promise to his late friend, and to herself, to keep moving forwards, even if it was only for him.

She wakes up abruptly as always, and the time on her clock hasn’t moved too much, which means revisiting all that suffering was for nothing.

“Okay...” She repeats now in the present, with a whisper, before taking the time to calm down. “Okay.”

Kaidan is still sleeping peacefully, as always, and she doesn’t want to disturb him and wake him up, as always. And, as always, she fails to do so.

She lasts around three seconds, before her body and heart, completely ignoring her better judgment, seek for comfort where she always finds it and, as if they have a life of their own, her arms quickly move to find Kaidan and embrace him.

Still half asleep he returns the hug, smiles a little and, as he comes back to reality, his eyes search for her, knowing what this type of waking up means half of the time.

Kaidan is not surprised to find tears on her face, for he’s seen them before and he also knows her past and knows that no one, not even Mio, could live free of pain after enduring so many horrors.

“I’m here…” He tells her, tightening the embrace even more, giving her a soft kiss on the top of her head.

She replies something incoherent and falls asleep in his arms, and now he is the one staring at her.

But Kaidan doesn’t feel pain. Not anymore.

The nightmares and regrets were left behind the moment she walked up in the hospital after the war, completely vanished, once he knew she would be okay.

Every stone in his path, every obstacle… Every loss. Everything he’s had to endure in his life had led him to her, right into her arms, and he’s well aware that he would’ve sacrificed even more without even blinking if he knew the end result was this one.

“Love you…” She whispers in her sleep,and he sighs a little as he feels his heart melting inside his chest.

“Always.” He replies, following her into a deep slumber.

[gbgamebun]

Road to Cream64 v1 Part 3: So many friends and an egg.

I was hoping to do two of these a week but man this has been a crazy week. Anyway, we back to wrapping up the rest of the NPCs. Actually had to grab

Star Toads were next and I wanted to make each one unique. The thought process for who got chosen was a mix of who was connected to Cream and just who I liked. The obvious answers were Amy and Blaze and I ended up choosing Blaze for the second toad. Doesn't mean I would leave Amy hanging, as she got a little side story in v2, but when we get there of course.

In Blaze's dialog, she mentions that Marine was also with her and that she's somewhere. So go help her find this mangy raccoon! I wanted to do something special and stick Marine in a level where you'd just run into her. Though with very limited code knowledge, even if you find Marine, Blaze's dialog stays the same. Mostly just a cute little event that would eventually fuel my desire to add more stuff like this in later versions. So much more...

The first star toad as you can see here ended up being a leftover from a small edit I did when just figuring out dialog edits and stuff. Eventually just ran with the idea of a single stubborn toad who refused to leave when Peach gave the order for every toad to go on vacation for this party.

Even after all the latest versions and dialog rewrites, his has been the only one that's stayed the same since v1. People really have come to love this little asshole.

For the last toad, I ended up choosing a little blue bunny for reason that should be clear: she be my bun bun.

Around early 2020 is when I finally had gotten out of my weird funk about my drawing ability and stuff and finally started getting back into Sonic stuff. Bare with me for a bit for I must go into a tangent into what I've been doing for the past few years before all this.

Near the end of 2019 I started slowly getting back into Sonic AUs and OCs again, a bit of that can be attributed to the Sonic movie and my friend's revigorated interest into that part of the fandom. One of my oldest characters, Mark, was stuck in a weird limbo of being in a Sonic AU and being in an original story for a few years. It reached a point where I just tired of it and shelved him to focus on an entirely new story and characters unrelated to anything I've done before.

Now back to the start of 2020, I actually go out of my way to try and update his design and do some stuff with him.

And we have our new design. I swear one day I'll go into his backstory but I'm dragging on. So where does this rabbit fit in? One of the new story bits I had in mind was that he would find a little rabbit named Katalina and adopt her. Then while he does his adventurin', he would leave her with Vanilla and that's how she would form a bond with Cream and the rest of her family. It's also why she calls Cream "Lil' Sis" in her dialog since she's like slightly older than Cream.

So yeah this hack is based off my AU, which is still mostly just told through these hacks. Don't blame people for getting real confused as to who the heck she is and eventually her adopted pappy. Sorry for the long bit, I rarely get a chance to speak about them as much like this. Speaking of, let's go back to him since that we're now done with the toads.

Changing Yoshi was just like changing the other model though this is the first time changing someone's model who was bigger than the model swapped (in this case it's using Mario's rig on a model that's taller). The best way to describe it is that the root position is off so he's kind of sticking a bit on one side, even if his shadow looks fine. His collision is kind of wonky as a result.

I would end up leaving this for v1 but it is something I would fix down the line. It was just a matter of changing the root point or even moving the rig a bit before exporting. Also noting, Mark here has changed again, with Blaze like fur sticking out instead of the weird white hair flowing from the back. Saved me a lot of effort down the line, lemmie tell ya!

Ya know I guess I should at least show what they're latest designs are. From the ref sheets I got, made by my friend @fudgernutter.

And now time for the big boy. That's right, it's time for Eggman and his Egg Koopa Mk 2!

God, this monster was one of the hardest thing to put together, if only just to uncrumple him so I can apply his textures and fix up the head mesh.

WHY IS YOUR JAW SO FAR APART?! It was one of those that was so bad I had to write down which bone was moved and how much so I don't accidently mess up the whole thing. Gah, it was a mess but as the years have shown me, it was 100% worth the effort.

It wouldn't be the first time messing with Bowser's model and rig, as I did an edit for Super Suwako 64 by turning him into a Cirno cosplayer. Don't mind the missing jaw, had messed up rotating on of the bones. This is what can happen.

The actual design of the EggBowz basically just comes down to "I wanted the robot to look as close as I can with him". So changed the hair to brown, the horn and spikes to gold to match Eggman's buckles, the upper torso is red to match his coat and the lower half is black for his pants and shoes. The mustache model is just his SA1's stache slapped on the front of the nose cause it seemed like something he would do.

Carving a hole into Bowser's head mesh wasn't too hard thankfully and then just repositioning Eggy to look like he's sitting and we're good! Still weird to think that it was initially just a random thought to actually do this but hey that's how half the ideas in his hack have worked out. Shoutouts to Cream nerds on twitter.

And with that, we got every major character swapped out! I suppose the last reoccurring character not mentioned here would be Mips so I'll just stick him at the end here.

Sonic is full of small animal critters so grabbing one of them was perfect for Mips. Ended up grabbing a model of Pocky from I forget either Smash 4 or a mobile game where the animal friends are there (and low poly). Everything here is still the Mips model except for the head obviously. Then just applying Pocky's textures and even connecting his ears so that they're a single mesh.

Whew that's a lot but there's not much else left. Just enemy models, UI stuff and the soundtrack and that's gonna be fun to discuss. Gotta see if I still have spreadsheets of the songs I chose before adding them.

[novaursa]

DRAGONSPAWN - 01

01 – Blood Is Thicker With Ashes

Prologue, 02, 03

- Disclaimer: I only own my OCs and other stuff you don’t recognize from the books and the show. This chapter is also highly inspired by Forgotten Realms lore.

- Warning: This story is rated M. It will contain incest, violence, blood, gore, and other mature themes. It is GoT fanfiction after all. Expect more AU in the coming chapters and all the other fluffy stuff.

"There is no escape – we pay for the violence of our ancestors." – From "Collected Sayings of Muad’dib" By The Princess Irulan

Khal Drogo liked Daenerys. Or perhaps ‘liked’ and ‘loved’ was too strong, emotional word for Dothraki to comprehend. But he certainly did notice her. As Illyrio has said, if he didn’t like her, they would know.

Visenya stayed at the back but was still there just like she promised to both of her siblings. She only observed in silence and nothing more. And a lot can be learned from observation. For instance, Khal was nothing like Visenya imagined. He was a wild horseman, yes. But he has obviously adapted the code which his people so violently and shamelessly love to throw around these lands. And now her sister will have to adapt them as well or a khalasar will run over her like a wounded foal who broke its leg.

Another thing Visenya noticed was their language. It was harsh, exotic, and in some parts totally enchanting. How typical for wildmen to have a language that does not become them. Visenya soundlessly scoffed as Illyrio was exchanging words with the Khal. She never cared to learn their tongue when Viserys sold Dany to them. And she never will.

That day after a sunset, Visenya was sitting on a bed next to her younger sister who was doing her best to swallow her sobs and tears. The older silver haired girl decided to give Dany a little credit for that. She is still so soft, but she will learn. Visenya placed a comforting hand on her sister’s shoulder, which in return prompted Daenerys to look at her with her teary purple eyes. Child’s eyes. With her other hand, Visenya gently wiped away one tear from her sister’s cheek that managed to slip away. "Hush, sweet sister," she finally said. "You did well. I am so proud of you. Soon, you will be a great woman next to Khal. Soon, you will take us home."

"I want to go home. But-" Daenerys started almost soundlessly but was quickly cut off by her sister’s sharpness. "There is no ‘but’ after that. We take what is ours, with fire and blood. This is not your end. You will not die from this and world will still be there to continue with its days and night. Take this chance and make it your strength. Do you want to anger Viserys again?" Daenerys swallowed another sob again and quickly shook her head. Youngest Targaryen always looked up to her older sister. Agreeing with her and trying to strengthen herself in her image. Visenya always used such moments as lessons.

Letting out a satisfying sigh, Visenya lowered herself fully on the bed next to her sister. She embraced a girl in an attempt to soothe her inner turmoil. "Did I ever told you a story about the dragon and a priest?" Visenya asked.

"No," Daenerys answered, her voice less shaky now. Before she started, Visenya took a moment to extinguish a candle that was placed on a nightstand next to her. Now fully in the darkness of the room, she returned in the position next to her sister. "There was a dragon once. A King and warlord, he even became a god for a short time. People say he was a handsome man with flawlessly white teeth. He ruled a large land that never saw winter during his reign. At times, he was gracious to his people but he often brutally punished subordinates for transgressions of all kinds. One day, he saw that long winter was approaching, as days became shorter and cold winds were driving animals down south. And with winter all the horrors of the night were coming. So, he ordered High Septon to hold forever the Sun in the sky twenty-four hours of the day. He could pray to the Seven to extend his life, surely, they would grant him immortality to save his King and his people. But the High Septon balked and dragon throw him from the top of the tower." As she finished the tale, Visenya moved closer to Dany’s ear, "Don’t balk on this, sister. They will push you down and you must learn how to fly before you fall. Do you hear me?"

"I do, Visenya. I will not break. Dragons don’t break."

 At Daenerys’ words, which were now clear and strong, the older girl smiled and fell asleep with little more pride burning in her heart.

Visenya was flying.

Sounds of strong winds hitting her face, battling her vision and bringing freedom to her spirit, were only muffled by the land that was escaping her. Then the arrows came. Another, after another, until they merged into a cloud of raining pain and death around her. When the first arrow hit her, she felt nothing. It bounced away against her hard skin. Then the second hit, right into her chest. Every arrow after first hit her, she collected them all like those Westerosi wooden dolls that she always hated. And she felt every one of them. As the pain grew, her wings gave out more and more until land under her was no longer blurred but a clear field where animals go to die.

When she hit the ground she no longer felt nothing. The pain was long lost among the flowers of the field and the carcasses of other wild things.

Visenya waited. She was tired of every little thing around her. She waited, and then they came as she knew they would. They came for her heart. She has already foreseen the outcome. It always ends like this. Golden cats ripping her open with their claws in a search of something that isn’t there.

This time, however, something changed. The sky grew darker, winds stopped, cats stopped clawing, wolfs left the corpses where they fell, even the flowers was gone when the fire started to circle them all. As inferno grew and so did the screams. One after another they were silenced until there was no sound at all except devouring crackling of a fire.

"Visenya," it whispered beside her. "Visenya." She tried to turn her head to face the voice, but her strength betrayed her intentions. After her name was called the third time she managed to move her limb in front of her. It was red. And the fire around that burned everything down was her sudden rage.

"Thraxata!"

Purple eyes were wide open as her dream finished with the screams in her head. Launching herself up in a sitting position, Visenya quickly put a hand to her mouth. She didn’t want to wake up Daenerys. She didn’t want to be seen scared. Why do I dream this? Why do I remember my death? No child remembers coming out of her mother. Slowly getting off her sister’s bed, Visenya quietly hurried to the door. Before opening them, she turned around to look at her sibling through her silver locks. She was sleeping peacefully. Daenerys hasn’t been sleeping like that in a long time. Ever since she found out about the deal with Khal, the girl never slept with such easiness. She didn’t heard me. Now relaxed, Visenya straightened herself up and fixed her nightgown. She left like she was never there.

Closing the door of her room. Silver-haired Targaryen finally let go of her calm posture and allowed small whimper to escape from her full lips. Every night she is seeing the same thing in her dreams. At first she didn’t understand what she was experiencing in her head, the girl thought she was insane. Closed in a trap of her heritage. Then she started to see the patterns of memories. Some things that no one should remember. But tonight the dream was showing itself differently. The fire and the voice were never there. The voice… Visenya trailed off in her mind. The eyes… I was not seeing what I saw. The eyes were not mine and they were… As if something guided her to it, Visenya found herself in front of her wooden chest. Not entirely sure how she got there, she kneeled down and touched the surface of it so gently as if her touch could break it. Then she opened it with even more care. Her amethyst orbs were glowing now with warmth and wonder, as they do every time she looks upon her stone.

Bloody red scales decorated every inch of its surface. Darker red shades were swirling around the edges and were mimicking veins of an infernal volcano. Her fingers caressed rough surfaces of the stone. You can’t be dead. I am not mad. Visenya finally took it in both of her hands and placed it onto her chest in a tight hug. "What are you showing me?" Visenya desperately asked knowing there will be no answer, but she secretly hoped it would answer her. "Please, I am not mad." She continued to whisper desperately into its scales. "I am not mad." Clutching the stone as if was her infant, Visenya closed her eyes inhaling it sulfidic sent. It smells like death. Like a lightning went through her, she quickly lowered the stone in its crib as footsteps started to approach her doors. It can’t be one of the servant girls, they are all asleep by now. Alarmed, Visenya locked the wooden chest just in time the doors were harshly opened.

"Viserys," The girl said trying to conceal her slight irritation when her brother entered the room. She was afraid he would see what she was so carefully hiding all these years, but a hidden annoyance on her face turned into a slight frown when she saw a wine bottle in his hand and a drunken smirk on his lips. "You have been drinking."

"Not drinking, sister. Celebrating for our return home. As soon as Dany marries that brute and I have my army, we will cross the Narrow Sea, kill the Usurper and I will finally have my crown and the Throne." He explained himself walking over to a mahogany table in the corner of her room and taking two cups from it. "Here, I brought you some." Viserys offered her a cup now filled with a red wine but stopped himself when he saw strange expression written on her face. "Are you not happy for me, sister?" His smirk quickly turned into a look of warning.

"No," she quickly smiled, trying to avoid the walk on the thin ice. "You surprised me, that is all. I didn’t expect anyone this late." Visenya in that moment thank the gods which gave her good lying skills. She came closer and took the cup of wine from his hand then bringing it to her mouth. It was sweet. Just like she liked her wine. Sweet and strong.

Viserys’ face lighted up again as he took a sip from his own cup. She was so close from waking the dragon, good thing she also knew how to slay it. "It fits you perfectly," he stated suddenly examining her body. "You like the silk too much. But it becomes you." His free hand started to roam across her chest, his fingers slightly tracing across her half-exposed left breast.

She did like silk. It was beautiful, so easy to tear up. No furs were found on her bed, Visenya liked only soft fabrics that she picked herself. Her room was decorated in golden colors and everything was in perfect order. A servant girl once moved that mahogany table in the middle of the room, she never dared to enter Visenya’s chambers again. 

Earlier this day she had thrown a flower pot into a wall when other servant placed it next to her bed to ‘put her in the better mood’ when she wakes up. Viserys examined broken pottery pieces next to her bare feet, "You were never one for flowers." He drunkenly laughed. "I remember when Ser Willem Darry gave you a white rose; you threw it in the fireplace the same day."

"Why would I want something that dies so fast?" Visenya said taking another sip of wine. Viserys answered only by cupping her left breast fully, slightly squeezing it. The silver haired girl stood still. If she moved away his fires would come to life again. Not wanting to risk it, she took everything he offered.

"When I take my Throne back, you will be next to me. Just like your namesake was next to Aegon. Your mine." Visenya was aware that alcohol was only half to blame for this. She could smell it on his breath as he moved closer to her when he spoke.

"I am yours, brother," Visenya finally said caressing his cheek. "Just like father promised you."

Purple met purple as he dropped the cup of his wine on the stone floor. That newly freed arm found its way into her hair, tightly gripping it. She immediately felt pain running across her scalp, and only thing Visenya taught at that moment was a pity for the wine he spilled on the ground.

When he kissed her a spark of heat enveloped her body. She could clearly taste grapes and alcohol mixing with parted lust and need. As the kiss grow more aggressive and his hold tightened, Visenya felt a drop of blood falling her chin. It feels like the sunshine. She taught as she let go of her own emptied cup. It hit the ground with a loud clank just in time she pushed herself from Viserys’ grasp before he got the chance to push her on the bed.

"No," Visenya said finding her breath.

Like a confused child, he looked into her eyes again. In his, she could clearly see the anger that was slowly brewing with realization what she just did.

"You need to rest, my dragon." She quickly explained herself touching his cheek. "Tomorrow is a very important day. You’ll need all your strength for it."

"You’re right, sister," Visenya invisible relaxed at Viserys’ words. "Tomorrow is an important day."

She slowly nodded moving away from him and avoiding broken pottery on the ground. After climbing on her bed, she beckoned him to join her. Viserys didn’t wait long to lay next to her. Obviously wine took all his senses as he was fast asleep as soon as he took her body in another tight embrace. Visenya didn’t make a sound. She only lowered her gaze towards wooden box at the edge of her bed before flying dream overtook her again.

"Love always wakes the dragon and

                                          suddenly

                          flames everywhere."

– Richard Siken

[thepalegoldmoon]

I haven’t posted on here in practically literal years. And this is my first time ever positing fanfiction related content. I’m nervous but hopeful this is interesting to someone out there. Please let me know your thoughts and if you’re interested at all. I’ll post updates to this tumblr and my twitter so please feel free to like if it’s something you’re interested in and follow for the updates as I work on the fic. And please be kind and keep in mind, this is a rough and first draft after all. So, here’s opening to a fanfiction I’m planning for A03! lemme know what you think and if it seems interesting enough to read!~

“Steve is a sweet caring guy doing his best and taking care of his friend. the more preassure and stress he's under the more he talks in his sleep. Something he’s struggled with for years. Embarrassingly having to explain away the mumbles and weird one sided conversations the next day, trying to recover from whatever had been heard the night before. He constantly hopped the person telling him it had happened, was telling him the truth. Constantly hoping he could trust himself that he didn’t say anything embarrassing or offensive personally confidential he wasn’t ready to talk about with anyone yet socially. Worried something he’d subconsciously suppressed might come out like who he had a crush on in middle school or dumb stuff people could be weirdly judged about as a popular kid. Thankfully most don’t know, or try to exploit it. Well, besides ex lovers or those he had sleep overs with in middle school. Those that do know, are aware it would get worse when his parents were away or were home and in fights, particularly over Steve’s fathers actions while at work. Despite a divorce being the better option Steve mother and father stayed together. Steve’s father constantly going on business trips and his mother never letting him be on his own for suspicion of him cheating on here. While she in fact would cheat on him at the same time. Steve had mistakenly given that away at an early age and after the first slip up, remembered to never get into either of his parents love lives, and who they brought home, since then. When your ass practically gets handed to you on a silver platter by both parents, constantly being used as a reason for one to throw the other on the bus almost every week, for practically a full year straight. This occurring when everyone was finally all home together, meant to be in enjoying their time as a family not playing a game of toss up between them and their only child. It was not the greatest way to learn a lesson you should’ve never had to learn but c’est la vie as Steve would come to learn was one of his mottos. Later in life when his parents were on his ass, to figure out collage, work, keeping his grades up, and being left by himself at home, Nannieless now that he was old enough. If school was becoming stressful, or his dad would be coming home from a trip looking for a new reason to grill into Steve for something. His sleep stat would just start rambling once he hit a dream stay in his sleep cycle.

Being the outcast observationalist, Eddie just wants to help the man who he’d never thought would ever be the one to save and drag his sorry ass out of some eldritch horror dimension, and who's been practically doting on him since they got him stablized in Hopper's cabin hideaway. Never in a million years would he think this was real if you had told him before the fact. The thoughts of someone explaining to Eddie he’d be friends with Steve Harrington, a Harrington. Thrown into a interdenominational world, and almost dying to otherworldly demon bats. He’d think you need some serious professional help, nothing the kind of fixes he could provide for anyone. Besides just surviving the upside down, he’s been helped so much while on the run by Steve and his little nuggets. After finally coming to a couple days after his inter dimensional concert and the sacrifice of his life. It seemed like everything is practically fine, aside from the gaping trenches left after Venca’s so called defeat, the craters left at each of the gate sites meaning he’d lost his home to this hellish turn of events. Aside from it all seeming fine, like they’d won this round. Eddie cant help but feel something's off, there's something he's missing it's gotta be something important. He’s just not picking up on it, he’s too distracted by his pain, recovery and longing to help Steve. Maybe in the end it’s just regular paranoia after all this week he’d, been forced to watch his peer get her life ripped away before him, hunted for a crime he didn’t commit, and almost lost his own life, in a dimension he before hand was blissfully unaware of. That’s it paranoia that’s all it was. He was just being paranoid, after all he has a whole new slew of trauma and life changing events to process. Especially after waking up a dead man to the town of Hawkins no longer a prime suspect in the hot seat.”