#TGE BEDS GETTING COLD

[moneyndior]

୧ ׅ𖥔you’ll never find nobody better than me.⋄ 𓍯

…IN WHICH; i have loser!luke x reader thoughts

tags/warnings: fem!reader, tooth rotting fluff, reader says something slightly suggestive twice at the end, small creepy comments mention, teasing!reader, whipped!luke, hints at aphrodite!reader, hints at reader being popular, separate blurbs/headcanons, LONG‼️

ೃauthor notes⁀➷: do not expect this to be coherent lmfao i just woke up from a 4 hour nap and had ideas. also shout out to artemis for telling me to write this ily oomf

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—loser!Luke absolutely looks over to you before answering a question for your reassurance.

“can you help me, luke?” a younger hepaestus kid asked. you and luke finally had alone time—away from your friends and away from his siblings. a huff left your lips as you crossed your arms, a sassy expression sure, but that comes naturally to you.

luke opened his mouth, ready to agree. it was his calling, to keep up the golden child reputation he had at camp. but for some reason, he hesitated. luke’s eyes shifted toward yours, back to the kid, then back to you. like he was asking you if he could go—like all his free will was thrown out the window.

as much as you’d like to preach that you didn’t like it—that you’d much rather luke be his own person—you couldn’t. a snicker left your throat as you nodded. luke’s eyes shinned with appreciation, a small smile on his face as he turned his attention to the kid.

“yeah, sure. c’mon.” luke mumbled before kissing you on the cheek, following the kid as the 12 year old frantically explained the situation.

—loser!Luke who gets weak in the knees whenever you noticed him. even if you two just made eye contact.

“it’s getting to be painful to watch you looking at her, dude.” chris said from beside luke. they both watched as your sisters braided your hair. one put a flower in your hair, making luke’s heart race a little faster. the flower on your ear made you look even prettier. it’s no surprise every other guy at camp is fawning over you.

“will you shut up?” luke asked, his face scrunched up as he diverted his attention away from you for only a split second to look over to his friend. “it’s not that bad.”

all luke got in response was silence. he shifted his weight left to right, rolling his shoulders with his arms crossed. he waited very impatiently for chris to answer.

“did you come to your senses yet? is the realization hitting now?” his friend asked, eyebrows raised. he spoke with a chuckle and a mischievous look in his eyes. luke clenched his jaw as he blinked, looking away from him.

“look, she isn’t busy. she probably thinks you’re a creepy stalker.” chris added, rubbing salt onto the wound. maybe now realization would hit luke. and it did. hard.

he could be ruining his chances with you because he’s too much of a loser to muster up the courage to even say hi! goddamnit—what kind of demi-god is he?

chris nudged the curly haired boy before quickly pointing in your direction. luke followed his finger before your eyes locked with his.

he felt his knees slightly buckle, being the first out of the two of you to break eye contact. ‘shit,’ was the only think echoing in his mind. ‘way to go, luke. go on you for looking like the biggest loser in front of y/n. awesome.’ he thought, rubbing the back of his neck as he quickly fled the scene.

“he’s cute.” “who? luke? y’know—he’s like, totally in love with you, y/n.” “i know.”

—loser!Luke who takes the title of ‘y/n’s boyfriend.’ like seriously….he takes real pride in it.

“you’re y/n’s boyfriend, right?” damn fuckin’ right he is. forget luke castellan—that’s boring. y/n’s boyfriend has a much better ring to it. he’s yours before he’s human.

he felt a weird sense of pride wash over him whenever another camper asked him that. it doesn’t matter if he’s asked it once, twice, or even a thousand times. luke’ll always get a grin on his face as he nods.

getting a question like that just meant he gets to brag about how he’s dating the prettiest girl at camp—the prettiest girl to ever walk this planet.

“yeah. y’know it’s actually our anniversary soon and i was wondering-“ and there he goes, on another tangent about his plans to surprise you. because he only wants the best for you. blah, blah, blah. luke’s just so whipped it makes everyone sick.

percy literally fake gags anytime luke finishes a rant about how pretty you looked last night at the campfire and how gorgeous your eyes were then.

—loser!Luke who took one week and three days to finally talk to you.

he felt his sibling shove him in your direction when his back was turned, causing him to stumble toward you. luke’s head snapped back toward them, watching them laugh with a few other hermes kids.

“you alright?” your voice sounded sweet like honey to him. it wasn’t rough, it was possibly the smoothest, nicest voice he’d ever heard. and luke has spoken to a lot of people.

he tripped over his feet as he tried to straighten his back, rolling his shoulders before crossing his arms. luke cleared his throat, nodding. “yeah. ‘m alright.”

a giggle left your throat at his reaction. out of all the guys that you’ve flirted with—luke stuck out for some reason. maybe it was because he was genuinely flustered at the sight of you. that’s different than the usual corny pickup lines or the way-too-intimate complimenting.

“luke, right? it’s nice to finally put a face on a name.” you said, a chuckle in your voice as you smiled. your smile was so much brighter up close. luke was about to answer, until his words finally processed in his head.

you knew his name. you know who he was before this. did you hear good things about him? bad things? did you hear that he was the best swordsman here? did that impress you?

“uh, yeah. it’s nice to meet you too.” he managed to get out, his voice coming out a little quieter than he’d like.

“i love your hair, by the way.” you complimented him like it was nothing—like he wasn’t about to make it his whole personality. did you even know the hold you have on him?

“oh, thank you.” “you’re welcome.”

luke was ready to say something about your eyes, until your sibling cut him off.

“i have got to steal y/n. i am so sorry, luke!” “oh. that’s alright.”

it wasn’t alright, though. he wanted to keep talking to you—having your full attention on him was better than anything. luke just sighed before speaking to you once more, hoping to leave an impression.

“i’ll see you later, hopefully.”

“yeah, definitely.”

definitely. luke cannot wait for the time definitely comes around.

—loser!Luke who does anything and everything you ask of him.

“can you help me take off my shoes? my feet hurt!”

you whined, throwing yourself onto a log. luke furrowed his brows, more confused above all else. he snickered quietly as he seen you pout, sitting with a leg extended out toward him.

“can’t you do that yourself?” “can’t you do it f’me?”

luke shrugged, sarcastically rolling his eyes at your words. he kneeled down in front of you, beginning to untie the converse you had on.

“you look pretty like this, luke.”

he paused for a moment, his hands still gripping your shoe lace. luke’s lips tightened, his eyebrows twitching. he really didn’t know what to feel other than embarrassment.

“thank you.” he muttered before frantically trying to finish untying the shoe. luke quickly slipped it off, hearing you giggle at his expense.

“why’re you actin’ so shy? can i not compliment my boyfriend?” you teased further as he, once again, frantically tried to untie the other.

“stop it. ‘m tryna help you and this is how you reward me?” “i’ll reward you in a different way if you hurry.”

and goddamnit—hurry he did. even when you asked for him to carry you, he still did. luke is just some guy who’s madly in love with his girlfriend. even when he’s holding her shoes and carrying her bridal style to his cabin.

[ellecdc]

Mother, im sitting here at 4am, eating mini easter eggs and ive had tge most brilliant idea!! (Inspired by @inkdrinkerworld 's fic)

Okay so, poly!moonwater and readers been having trouble sleeping due to tensions/problems with her pureblood family. As a result shes been taking more naps, but they arent restful. So reader were napping in Rems bed (the dungeons were too cold) but after a fitful 30 minutes she gets up groggy, sleep deprived and beyond frustrated. She stumbles her way down to the common room, pin point Sirius lounging across the couch and promptly throws herself down to cuddle with him and continue her nap. Everyone (minus Siri) is shook. Jamie even asks if she got the wrong person because Reggie was sitting over there (in which he got a one eyed death glare before she burrowed into Siris chest and passed out).

Now, what everybody else didnt know was that Siri had more or less adopted reader as his own (she remined him so much of Reggie, being her big brother was 2nd nature). And while Barty was her person, he was a little too crazy to be comforting in this situation ("y/n, i'll get rid of them for you. Its not hard to do so" "Barty, no."). And of course Siri nows how bad their kind of familys are so he'd been taking care of reader on the down low as an older brother would.

Bonus if Reggie then decides that looks warm and fuzzy and wants Siri cuddles too so he joins ( it took him so long to get to a point where he could let himself be vunerable enough to openly allow Siri to take care of him 😭)

aweeee poor reader. this ended up being way more serious than I thought it would be? like it's not funny at all, there's no humour (which feels odd to me, usually I can throw some jokes or banter in there) but plenty of hurt comfort???.......idk, I can't tell if this is any good, it feels very different from my usual pieces

poly!moonwater x fem!reader whose family sucks (but it's very Sirius-centric)

CW: mentions of insomnia, mentions of abusive families, making fun of only children (sorry), hurt/comfort

You were miserable to say the least; you couldn’t remember when the last time you had a restful sleep was, and nothing you did seemed to help.

The closer it got to the Winter Holidays, the more your mind seemed to spiral. Every time you began to relax, your heart pounded as if you’d accidentally leaned too far back in your chair, reminding you of your upcoming visit home. Every time you closed your eyes, you were bombarded with images of angry faces and violent curses being shot at you.

The Slytherin dungeons were too cold, and every time you found your way into Regulus’ dorm, Barty insisted on butting in, and though you appreciated his support, you couldn’t handle his threats promises to burn down your home with your parents in it. 

Remus and Regulus both suggested you perhaps talk to Madame Pomfrey about getting some dreamless sleep or sleeping draught, but you were too embarrassed to admit to your two overprotective boyfriends that you’ve used them so frequently during your life for this very reason that they had lost all efficacy. 

It had gotten to the point that you managed to get the most sleep in the library bent over the table with your face on your book whilst Remus and Regulus did their work (and sometimes yours), and that honestly left you feeling more painfully tired than you had been before your nap.

So, you were nearly falling asleep at the Gryffindor table in the Great Hall over your chicken and roast potatoes when Remus gently nudged you and suggested you go lie down for a bit and you wanted to weep into your potatoes which was only slightly less embarrassing than sleeping in them, causing him and Regulus to bring you up to Gryffindor tower.

You’d kicked them both out of the Marauders’ dorm room after some time – Remus for snoring and Regulus because the sound of him turning the pages of his book was distracting you. He promised to stop reading, but then he breathed too loudly and you started crying.

You were overtired, emotional, and running on fumes.

You’d counted puffskeins, you’d had a warm glass of milk, you’d taken off articles of clothing and reconfigured your outfit numerous times (which was currently Remus’ jumper and no pants), and you’d tried every position imaginable to no avail. 

You think you might have perhaps gotten five minutes of sleep before you woke up with a start, a barely repressed scream grating through your teeth.

Feeling disturbingly weepy and no less groggy from your horrid sleep, you pulled on a pair of your sweatpants and grabbed the throw blanket from the end Remus’ bed before trudging down the stairs to the common room.

“You should have seen the look on Filch’s face- oh! Hi Y/N!” James called as you made your way over to the three-seater and stood over the black-haired boy currently occupying it.

“Oh, Trouble.” He cooed sympathetically at you before kicking his feet out, laying back, and opening his arms for you to join him. You quickly climbed on top of him, and he tucked you in between the back of the sofa and his side, bending your knee so that your thigh rested on top of his, and pulled the blanket over the two of you.

You let out a shaky sigh and felt the first few tears fall from your eyes and onto Sirius’ chest.

“Uhm...” James said loudly, looking over to both Regulus and Remus cuddled in a large plush chair from his place on the loveseat with Lily like ‘are you seeing this right now?’. “I think you’ve got the wrong wizard there, L/N.” He said with a nervous laugh.

“No, she’s quite alright.” Sirius gritted back at him, looking far more severe than James thought the situation called for as he rubbed his hand consolingly up and down your arm. 

James looked to your boyfriends, his face clearly asking all the questions that his mouth wasn’t.

“He helps, sometimes.” Regulus admitted, not looking particularly happy that you chose his brother over him, but not nearly as murderous as James figured he might look if he’d found Lily snuggled up like that with some other bloke. And it appeared as though the look of heartbreak on Remus’ face was caused more by your current sorry state and less about your current cuddle partner.

“But...your brother?” James asked, still befuddled over this development. “Doesn’t she usually go to Junior for things like this?”

Sirius scoffed. “Junior’s solution to almost anything is fire or murder.”

“Or both.” You whimpered quietly, causing Sirius to tighten his arm around you and bring his other hand up to continue stroking your arm.

“Besides, Barty’s an only child.” Regulus said flippantly.

“What’s that got to do with it?” James asked, slightly offended at the insinuation that anything may be wrong with him on account of his only child-ness. 

Regulus’ irritable demeanor over Sirius usurping you was quickly replaced by a cocky smirk at getting under James’ skin.

“Let me ask you this, Potter: last summer when Lily returned your letters unopened and called you an arrogant toerag after saying she’d rather date the giant squid, whose arms did you cry into?”

“He didn’t cry.” Lily laughed at the same time as James answered “Sirius’” without any hesitation.

“What?” Lily asked, looking slightly horrified that she may have actually hurt James’ feelings.

“Oh, all the time, every time, actually.” James said readily. 

“He got snot on so many of my favourite band-tee’s, Red. As a matter of fact, I expect retribution.” Sirius commented.

“And why do you think you cried into Sirius’ arms?” Regulus continued.

“Well...because he’s my best mate.” James said simply.

“You may think that’s the reason, but you’re wrong. It’s because Sirius is an older brother.”

James scoffed at that. “Please, that has nothing to do with it!”

“Have you ever cried in Remus’ arms?”

“No, but-”

“Pettigrew’s?”

James grimaced but answered honestly. “No.”

“No. Because they’re not older brothers.” Regulus said definitively.

“That actually makes sense...” Lily mused aloud. 

“You say that like you’re surprised, Evans. I know you’re not used to good idea’s coming out of men’s mouths, but I do assure you it happens more frequently than you might imagine.” Regulus taunted, earning him a pillow being hurled at his head. 

Much to James’ chagrin, his seeker reflexes caught the pillow before it made impact with his face. 

“Tosser.” James grumbled. 

“Would you guys shut up.” Sirius whispered, causing everyone to look over at you. 

Regulus couldn’t even find it in him to be miffed when he saw you sleeping what looked to be quite peacefully in Sirius’ arms. Your eyes were slightly swollen from your tears, and he could see the tracks they had left on your cheeks and over the bridge of your nose, but you looked so content. 

“So... all big brothers know how to do that?” James asked incredulously.

“I doubt it.” Sirius commented quietly.

“Only ones who know what it’s like to live in a Pureblood hellscape and needed to share his bed with his younger brother who was too scared to sleep on his own for years.” Regulus added quietly, staring unseeingly towards you and Sirius. Remus pulled Regulus tighter into his side and began rubbing his arm consolingly.

Suddenly, things started to make a little more sense to James. 

“I’ll write to mum.” James stated, causing both brothers, Lily, and Remus to look at him bemusedly.

“About what?” Remus asked finally.

“Y/N staying with us.” James said simply.

Regulus opened his mouth ready to argue; to argue that James didn’t have to and that he already took in both Sirius and Regulus. James didn’t owe Regulus anything. 

But Sirius spoke first.

“She should be with her big brother, Reggie.” Sirius said, shooting him an encouraging smile and wink.

And seeing how your breathing had fallen even with your mouth slightly ajar as you clutched to the fabric of Sirius’ jumper like it was a lifeline, who was Regulus to argue?

[rohirric-hunter]

29 for hathellang perhaps?

From this ask game!

I didn't proofread this at all and most of it was written on my phone so if the Lord of the Navel comes back you know why.

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"I can understand your concern," you say, carefully raising your arms to show that you are empty-handed, "but I have simply got to ask you to point that thing somewhere else."

Eärnur looks at you like you've sprouted a second head, and does not lower his sword.

"Really," you say. "It's not you, it's the sword." The curse on the blade, you know, is unique to Eärnur, else every foe Golodir ever slew would be resurrected as an immortal wraith. You wonder, almost hysterically, if the Witch-king never thought of making himself such an army or if it was beyond his power. Regardless, it's more about the principle of the thing than the risk of fates worse than death. "Look, if you're absolutely dead-to-rights set on holding me at swordpoint, you can borrow mine if you like."

"What trickery is this?" the man before you demands. "Who are you? Speak now!"

You take a step back, away from the weapon menacing you, and Eärnur takes a step forward. You cannot blame him for being wary of tge person who had stepped into his prison from absolutely nowhere. This probably would be easier if he hadn't seen that. Behind you yawns one of the gaping pits in the floor of Barad Cúronn tk, and you are no more eager to find out what lies at the bottom of them than you were the last time you were here, so you back away no further. "My name is Hathellang," you say. "I'm a friend."

"There are no friends here," Eärnur almost snarls, and you feel you have struck a nerve.

"All right," you say. You had known it would be difficult to convince him, of course, but you honestly aren't sure how to go about it. He is angrier than you expected, and you know that if things come to a head it is most likely not a fight you can win, not alone. "I'm no friend of your captors. How's that for a start?"

"What do you want?" Eärnur demands sharply.

"I'm here to get you out of here," you say.

"Are you from Gondor?" he asks.

"Yes," you say, for it is technically true, if not in quite the way he means.

He looks at you piercingly, as if he can sense the half-truth, and for a moment you are reminded pointedly of Elessar. Eärnur does not resemble him much, but he was also a king of Gondor, you remind yourself, descended from Númenor.

For a moment, silence hangs between you, and Eärnur wavers, relaxing ever so slightly, and for a moment you dare to hope that you may have gotten through to him.

Then a wave of ice rushes through the room, hitting you almost like a physical wall. You have faced the Lord of the Nazgûl only twice in your life, the first time in the Great Barrow, where he had dismissed you as an annoying gnat, and the other in the room that had housed the Vandassar in Agoroth, at a great distance and after he had been unhorsed and greatly weakened.

And it has been a long time, far too long, since you have felt the presence of any Nazgûl. Distance has dulled the memory of the cold, hateful chill that surrounded them and you are not prepared. Your head spins, fire races down your spine, and your right arm throbs where years ago you lost a hand to a Nazgûl's blade. Not this one, but in the moment it does not matter, not as much as the fact that it feels like it was cut off mere moments ago, and the darkness that had claimed you then is crushing the edges of your vision. The memory had never vanished, not completely, and some days leave you barely able to leave your bed for the evil memory, but now, with the Nazgûl near at hand, you are nearly struck down by the shock of it.

You must have collapsed, for you are suddenly kneeling on the floor, and Eärnur has you by the shoulders, trying to pull you to your feet. His imprisonment has not been kind to him, or perhaps he is affected by the proximity of the Witch-king as well. You stand with some effort and no little assistance, and then Eärnur is pushing you across the room to the stairs. The horrible presence grows nearer, and you stagger as you reach the base of the stairs and nearly fall. "To the first landing," Eärnur hisses. "I will endeavor to occupy him, but you must stay out of sight."

You nod, gather yourself, and begin the climb. The stairs are not especially steep or dangerous, but but you are breathing heavily as you near the landing, and your head spins. You have to look down at your right arm to assure yourself that you are not bleeding out from a hand freshly severed. The assurance that the wound his long healed does not last; despite everything, as you look away your mind flies to Léonys. The Nazgûl had her in his sights -- where is she? Has she escaped? Was your diversion enough?

You collapse on the top step before the landing, wrapping your arms about yourself and shrinking away from the sound of an opening door below, and Eärnur’s voice, though you cannot make out the words, and another voice, terrible and cruel, and the darkness takes you.

You do not know how long you lie there insensible, but you wake lying on the landing, on your back, Eärnur leaning over you. He pulls a hand from your forehead and sits back, looking pale and drawn.

“Yes,” you say, in answer to some question that you don’t remember anyone asking. You sit up, shaky, but in command of yourself, and shake your head to wake yourself more fully. The horrible presence of the Witch-king has receded, though it lingers still in the darkest corners.

Eärnur looks at you long and hard, and once again he reminds you sharply of Aragorn, though in this moment you cannot quite put your finger on why. After a moment he shifts, settling himself into a sitting position on the floor beside you. “Well,” he says. “I presume you have a plan of some sort.”

~~~

I think Hathellang and Eärnur could be really good friends TBH. Hathellang is nowhere near as hotheaded as Eärnur and would probably call him out on a lot of ideas and plans but like, in a friendly way. And given Eärnur's general popularity as king he would probably earn enough loyalty from Hathellang that he'd go along with the stupid ideas even if he knew better. It could be a really fun dynamic.

If we're honest I'm never going to write a follow-up to this, but I do have a few ideas for a follow-up so here's a quick rundown:

The idea was that Hathellang's plan was to circumvent the whole Mordirith thing by removing Eärnur from the timeline after the last time he was heard from but before he became Mordirith. Eärnur would flatly refuse to leave without his knights and there would be some drama around that, unsure where it would end exactly. But eventually Hathellang would make his escape back to the present with Eärnur and at least a few of his knights. But because the only thing I like better than a good time travel fixit is a good time travel fixit gone wrong, I was thinking the Witch-king would find a way to follow them.

The present they returned to would be sort of weird; like, and yet unlike the one Hathellang left behind. The general shape of the War of the Ring would remain the same, but details would be different, including a lot of deeply personal details. Also opportunities for Dramatic Irony. Golodir, who never died in this timeline, most likely found a lot in common between himself and Eärnur in canon, before he found out what happened to him. From a Doylist perspective this is because they were meant to be literary foils, but in-universe, he's suddenly without a reason to stop appreciating that connection. And everything is deeply awkward for Hathellang, who is the only person who knows what could have happened. And infuriating for the Witch-king, who at least knows what he planned and is sort of pissed to see people forming positive bonds instead.

Playing sort of fast and loose with the way Nazgûl work in that I'm pretending that introducing one to a world where Sauron had already been defeated wouldn't instantly destroy it. Call it time travel shenanigans. Anyhow the Witch-king would be a formidable danger for Gondor, still recovering from the War and suddenly faced with a whole new enemy straight out of legend (because the Witch-king would have vanished at the same time Eärnur did). Probably eventually a way would be discovered to make it as if Hathellang had never gone and messed with the timeline at all, and the general consensus would be that they should do that to make the problem just conveniently Go Away. Maybe, if things are bad enough, even Eärnur thinks that. Lots of opportunity for angst there, as Hathellang of course would have avoided telling him exactly what happened to him in the original timeline. How do you even bring that up? And it doesn't matter anymore, does it? Eärnur's not stupid, though, he'd figure it out. I had a thought for dialogue around that:

"I didn't... die in Minas Morgul, did I?" You lean against the railing, clutching it so hard that your hand turns almost white, and do not look at the man behind you. "Eärnur died in Minas Morgul," you say again, vehemently. Footsteps, slowly approaching you, and you force yourself to stare straight ahead and not look over your shoulder. Eärnur leans against the railing beside you. "And something else was born," he says. It's not a question.

Not too dark, though. Very much a 'doomed by the narrative but your friends are punching the narrative in the face' story. Besides which, in Tolkien you don't really walk knowingly into becoming something evil in order to save people, or at least not in a heroic sense, because after the transformation is complete you'll almost certainly undo all your own hard work. In Tolkien there's always a right choice where you don't compromise, at least not on purpose. You can't do a little evil to justify a great good.

IDK, really rambly thoughts. Again, I'm probably not going to write any of this, but it's a fun thought experiment!

[grooveydrew]

I made a post a while back on my version of Billy Lenz from 1974, but i wany to do a comparison of his 2006 version which I also really like.

Also, slight NSFW warning mostly with the rat

1974

Our special Lil rat, has the literal energy and attention span of an 8 year old with insane ADHD. but don't let his short attention span fool you, he remembers things he shouldn't. He can't remember the important thing you told him to remember but he will remember your darkest dirties secrets. He remembers every little detail, he blackmails you with this information. He also loves when he discovers new kinks ylu didn't even know you had. This man is down for literally anything so don't be worried about scaring him off with your weird Fetishs. Billy has a tendency to mix his words, he also likes to make new words or even speak pure gibberish when he's just so excited. He go from a whole sentence to a keyboard smadh with in seconds. Hes a brat, and he's an asshole. Don't expect him to be nice at first. He's a bully and will tease you. But when you show him he has no power over you he's practically a little kid just wanting attention. He will meow till you give him it. Yes, literal meows. Billy is LOUD during sex,if he'd he'd top he will whimper from tge feeling of being inside of you, each thrust makes me moan as if he was bottom. He practically melts inside of you, bottom Billy is even louder, the feeling if gis hole being used for such dirty things sends him fucking feral. He's a screaming whore. Either way after sex you'll have a splitting headache, ringing ears, and a passed out Billy, he doesn't usually sleep so take advantage of it. He's very cold, like it scares you how fucking freezing this man's skin is, it's like he feels like a dead bosy in a morgue. So when he sleeps you usually have to make sure he's still alive. He wakes up way to damn early and is LOUD af. You have to drag this man to the bath or bribe him to take a shower. He uses all your shampoo and conditioner because he wants to smell like you♥︎ he also uses your perfume / cologne.

2006

2006 Billy, will be referred to as Lenz, because It's easier for my dumb little brain to comprehend. Lenz is like a grumpy 4 year old who does nothing but fucking sleep. He has a good intention span and is surprisingly smart, years in the attic had one good quality because he spent it reading. I imagine since his mom did occasionally pop in the attic I assume since somehow he was fucking eating, she probably gave him books and shit expecting him to Hate it cause kids hate reading but he actually enjoyed it. He's not dominant so don't expect much I get pure bottom energy from this man, also he's demi. He only has sexual attraction to one person and that would be you. It takes a long time to get him on board with the thought of sex so be patient with him, hes still not over his trauma. He will judge you no matter what hes so fucking judgmental. He gives you you stare.. Unlike Billy, Lenz is a lot more quiet in bed and in general. Since I'm pretty sure he wasn't making any of the calls in this movie I picture him being more to himself and only speaking occasionallythough he does speak more the more he gets to know you and the more you break his shell, when he does speak he's rather quiet and has alot of anger in his voice. Lenz likes to bake so expect to wake up to the delicious scent of cookies. He wakes up pretty early to but kinda also sleeps all day. He's very hot and sweaty and needs to take a bath every night because he gets stinky and greasy quickly. He expects a rubber ducky in the bath he will not bathe unless there is one. He also wants Bubbles. He only takes baths and wants you to bathe him. You bought him baby shampoo and all that because his skin is sensitive and very dry, you trick him into drinking water instead of so much milk.

[the-ultimate-puppteer]

Can you do a request where kyoko kirigiri confesses her love to a male s/o who has depression?

Kyoko confesses to depressed Reader

(Reader has the talent of mikako kurokawa)

•Tired you were just always so tired, honestly when it came down to it, it was a struggle just to outta bed in the morning

•Honestly though despite the struggle it was worth it to be able to hang out with everyone especially kyoko

•She may come off as cold and closed off but honestly she never really felt like that to you, though that probably has to with your being able read what her emotions were thanks to being the ultimate exorcist.

•It was pretty easy to get a read on her and everyone's general emotions thanks to that.

•Still despite that, you always felt like you were a burden to her and Honestly like one in general

•when it came down to you just felt unworthy like maybe you bothered people and they were to nice to tell

•Still even if that's how they felt at least it helped when it came to that empty feeling inside especially when you were around Kyoko

•Though little dud you know she didn't feel like you were a burden to her at all, quite the opposite

•in fact kyoko had a crush on you a pretty big one in fact, it was pretty hard not to actually 

•Honestly you always were able to make her feel comfortable and welcome, her being stoic never bothered you and you were never off put by her bluntness

•In fact you were always pretty upbeat when it came down to her and you never tried to pressure her into being social with everyone

•It was honestly pretty hard not to fall for you, so she decided she was going to confess in her typical straightforward fashion

•So she asked to meet you after class and in stereotypical fashion on the rooftop of tge school

•This honestly had you worried, what was wrong was she finally going to tell you how much you bothered her? Was she going to tell you to get lost and never speak to her again?

•In was none of those, what she spoke instead made you freeze

•"(Name) I've never been one to beat around the bush so I will be blunt, for the past several months we've know each other and throughout that time I've grown to have feelings for you. So I was hoping if you would be open to starting a relationship with me?"

•….That that was not what you were expecting not at all. She doesn't hate you nor think you're a bother in fact!!!

•You honestly couldn't help yourself as despite the smile breaking out on your face it didn't stop the tears from welling up in your eyes

•"Yes!, Yes I'll be your boyfriend" you reach to dry your eyes but her hand reaches them first

•"(Name) I'm happy that you accepted my confession but I have to ask why you're crying?

•"Hah" you let a chuckle" I just never thought I could have this, I always thought I was a burden unworthy to even think of something like this"

•"(Name) that could be further from the truth" she sats as she caresses your cheek, honestly the thought of you never being in my life to have never met you is one I never wish to have" Kyoko says this all while gazing into your eyes with a gentle smile on her face

[kori-wonderland34]

Previously on On The Outside Is Pain But Inside Is Love

Atem woke up as he heard muffled talking, then there he saw him, a tall, black dripping, demon. He let out shout in fear but that was his first mistake,for Darling was on patrol to watch him.

He watched at the human jumped up to stand on his legs and ran away to find an exit, he cracked his knuckles and bones and counted three..oh its been years since he ran after his victims this human was now different from the rest cause the human probably knows he can't outrun the devil...

............

Atem ran and ran through the empty hallways, the quiet hallways, no one came into his sights to help him get the hell out of here. He heard glops of the Ink Demon's footprints, catching up to him, Shit this demon runs fast. It all happened so fast as he was tackled from behind, he felt weight resting just above his butt, he tried to hold back to the red from dusting on his cheeks. Atem went to turned his head to the side but his head was soon pinned by an actual dry hand resting in his hair, 'Don't mobe human, she can hear us.' The Ink Demon whispered behind him. He was going to question who but he was soon answered by a melodey being hummed by a feminine voice.

'You almost ran into her territory, if you did, I wouldn't be able to follow you or save you from her evil hands.' Atem thought for a second, Who is he talking about? Allison? No, she doesn't seem like that type, but yet again, she did plan to knock him oit and now he was stuck here, laying down with a tall handsome demon on his back, keeping him pinned to the cold wodden floor.

The humming got closer and closer until Atem finally saw the owner of the lovely humming, 'Hello Alice,' The Ink Demon said, his deep voice holding a hidden threat inside of it that Alice heard immediately in his voice, 'Well I see The Ink Demon is fucking around with a human', She replied, her voice holding mischief and also some threats that the demon could sense.

'Shut up, We all know the Angel is fucking aroumd with The Wolf'

'I didn't even touch him like that!-'

'Yes but you did kill him, Ya fucking useless Angel!'

'And You're A Useless demon just end the human already!'

'Stay out of my damn business, Alice"

Abd with that final blow he lifted himself of Atem, picked up the poor human just to throw him over his shoulder with Atem yelling, 'Unhand me' but Darling didn't care he needed space away from The Angel.

..........

The walk was slow and actually really peaceful besides some of the questions the human asked him. 'Where are we going?'

'My territory , human'

And that was the end of the conversation for now but he knew Atem still had questions, 'Are you Darling, tge person that Bendy talked about before he kidnapped me?'

'Yes, what is your name, human?'

'My name is Atem, Bendy stated that you needed friends'

'Don't need any..'

'But youre lonely-'

'I Said I Don't God Damn Need Anything!'

After he yelled he didn't hear the human, well Atem, speak another word to him..it felt a pang of hurt and guilt in his chest but he ignored it, just like he ignored the pain and sorrow he felt when he heard Henry died.

..........

The two arrived in front of a boarded door, but fge demon didn't care it was his territory anyway. The place was like luxury, well only to the demon it was but to Atem, it looked sad, the bed was made out of cardboard and there was a thin sheet of a makeshift blanket made out of clothes sewed together, the walls covered witha messages saying "Are You Happy Now?" "I'm The Demon You All Wanted" and some many more he rather nit say for they were too inappropriate ....

Darling sat him down on the cardboard bed and went into the next room but clanging of what sounded to be pots and pans, maybe he making for himself, it was a long walk and a long run trying to get him away from the Angel.

After a few minutes Darling came back with two bowls of black ooze, well from what Atem saw. The Demon set it in front of him and grabbed a spoon from a shelf above both their heads, the demon began eating with ease as Atem looked at the bowl disgust but curiosity , he wasn't about to be known as a rude guest he already caused enough trouble so he took a spoonful of the black ooze and it tasted like....bacon?..

Hell it tasted good, he took another spoonful after the next, surprising the tall demon who smiled at him when he asked for more. Darling got up to get more for the both of them and came back with Atem's filled to the top, the human with excitement as of course dup in his bowl of food again .

Darling let out a small chuckle but stopped his chuckling when he saw the human's confused face, 'Sorry you just remind me of Bendy, I always cook this for him.'

Atem nodded his head slowly but didn't wanted the conversation akward so he swallowed his food and moved the bowl to the side.

'Let's start over...' The human held up his hand, waiting for it to be shaken apon, 'I'm Atem, shall we be friends?'

Darling looked down at the hand and set hi bowl right next to Atem's, his hand reaching towards the human's but hesitated and Atem just smiled and started to move his hand away, but Darling grabbed it and shook it.

'Let's be friends Atem, I'm Darling'

To be continued.....Thx for reading Part 2..

[sinfulcries]

Okay okay okay- imagen fucking ayato into the matress, cause he decided to be a brat the whole day. Always bending over way to much just to show of his ass, ' accidentally' grinding on you. Instead of sitting on his own chair, placing himself onto your lap. But the cherry on the top, the reason why hes now getting brutally fucked into the mattress, is him flirting with thoma. Dropping something infront of thoma, just to pick it up again, while grinding that pretty ass of his against thoma. Knowing full well you were watching. And now, now all that attitude had disappeared as ayato hardly got out any coherent words. Moaning and drooling under you. Slurring out how overstimulated and sorry he was. Constantly cutting himself of with moans when ever he was trying to ask you to stop. Poor boy can't take much more as he can't even remember how long you had him like this, legs on your shoulders as you held his hands over his head. Pressing them into the bedsheets, ayato was gripping. He couldn't remember how many times he'd came already. Sure was he couldn't cum again. But he was so close, the way you reached all those spots in him, his own overstimulation and the way everytime you moved he could feel your cum, of the times youd came inside him during this evening, moving inside him. He felt so full as well. Just a little more and hed cum again. But no, you stopped. Walking over to the door, leaving ayato laying on the bed, unable to move cause his whole body just felt like jelly.

"Thoma, come in."

It sounded cold but still thoma walked into the room, face flushed red in embarrassment. "Did you liks the show?" you asked pointing over at ayato. Thoma just nodded, flushing red even more.

And that's it cause im to lazy to write more :)

I am on a fucking brainrot rn

Also i just saw a dude jerk off in tge fucking library :´)

He better come home after this sexy thirst or else he’s getting fucked into the mattress tonight 🤨

[romeoandjulietyouwish]

((i am absolutely loving all of your fics!!)) holy fuck i love your kidnapped series, if your up to it i would love to see tge conversation between percy and keyleth after!!

thank you! part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5

Percy doesn't see Keyleth until she wakes up again. In his mind, he just sees her laying in Vax's lap, bleeding, face almost unrecognizable from how much she had been beaten. It plays over and over again in his mind. He failed another sister.

Vax has hardly left her side and Percy can't blame him. What they went through...he knows exactly what it's like. But the fact that it happened to Keyleth is unthinkable.

It's when Vex finally forces Vax out of Keyleth's room to get some food and some fresh air that Percy goes in and sees Keyleth. He knocks gently on the door before letting himself in. Keyleth is sitting up in bed, looking down at her hands, curling and uncurling her fingers. She doesn't seem to notice him as she uses her magic to create a little white flower in her hand.

"Keyleth?" He asks softly.

She doesn't look up at him, but mildly says, "I couldn't use magic. They put my hands in this...contraption so I couldn't move my fingers." Percy walks over hesitantly and sits on the edge of the bed. She hands him the flower which he takes gently.

"I'm sorry that happened to you," he tells her. "I'm sorry we didn't find you sooner." He runs a finger over the velvety petal. "I...unfortunately, know what you're going through. I'm here for you, Keyleth, as much as you want me to be."

Keyleth is silent for a long moment. And it strikes Percy that what happened has changed Keyleth, she doesn't smile at him, she doesn't try to appear happy. His heart hurts for her.

"Were you able to protect Cassandra from it?" Keyleth asks him, drawing her legs to her chest.

"They knocked her around a few times but I was mostly able to keep their attention when things got...worse." Percy leans back against the headboard.

"That's good." To an outsider the words would seem cold and distant, but Percy can read her thinly veiled emotion through it.

Silence fills the room again, unusual between the two of them. Percy reaches out very slowly and takes her hand in his. She leans her head onto his shoulder, exhaling softly. "Has anyone checked on Vax?" She asks him. "Everyone has checked on me and asked how I'm doing, have you done the same for him?"

Percy sighs, "We've been trying. He's just mostly concerned about you, won't let anyone show him an ounce of concern." To his surprise, Keyleth starts crying, sobbing softly into his shoulder. "Oh goodness," he says as he wraps his free arm around her and gently encourages her to curl into his side, she does easily.

He holds her, rocking her back and forth a little as she sobs into his shirt, she squeezes his hand so tightly it aches, but he would sooner her die than tell her to let go. He gathers her into his arms, resting his chin on the top of her head. "I know," he says comfortingly, "gods, I know too well what you're feeling right now. But trust me when I say, it's going to be alright. You have so many people who love you and who care about you. We're going to get you through this, you and Vax."

At that, Keyleth tightens her other hand into Percy's shirt, "I'm so scared, Percy. I'm so fucking scared."

"I know," he admits. Without her having to explain, he knows what she's talking about. She's scared it'll happen again, that it will be worse next time, that she'll be alone next time, that she'll never recover from what happened. "You're going to be okay."

"Vax won't be," she sobs. "He-He blames himself and-and he won't listen to me."

"Shh," he comforts gently, rocking her again. "We're going to figure it out. We're going to help you and Vax. It will all be okay."

He knows that Keyleth doesn't believe him, but she nods anyway.

[mrs-hollandstan]

Hi Brooke!! I absolutely love your writing and it always makes my day to see new stuff from you! Idk if your taking requests but if you are...Id love to see you do something with comfort!Tom and seeing how he helps the reader when shes justnhad a rough day and just feels so alone and everything is too much. I havent been feeling my best but seeing soemthing from you always makes me smile ❤️

It’s been a while but I hope this still cheers you up and that you refer back to it when you feel bad. 

The way Tom rushes around the apartment makes you wonder if he even understands how much more anxious it makes you. He clears his throat, eyes finding yours, 

"Bubble bath is prepped with your tea and your book's in there andddd, one of my shirts and a towel is in the dryer and I've got some chocolate in the kitchen. Anything else love?" He coos. He nears you, wrapping his arms around you. You shake your head, hiding your face in his chest. He sighs, 

"Let's get you in then." He tells you, kissing the top of your head. An arm wraps around your shoulders as he leads you to the bathroom, leaning against the counter, he watches you strip and climb into the baby blue tinted water, tiny stars floating in it and steam rising from the surface. He crosses his arms and watches you slink down into the water, 

"Is that a good temp?" He asks softly. You glance up and nod, reaching for his hand. He takes it once he comes to sit on the mat, playing with your fingers in between his own, 

"I'm sorry your day sucked." He says. You nod, 

"I know it's not your fault." 

"Well yeah, but… it still sucks that I couldn't help you through it. I have to cheer you up now." He tells you. You smile reassuringly, 

"Your presence alone is enough to cheer me up." You tell him softly. He returns the smile, leaning in to kiss your knuckles, 

"You're always too sweet." He murmurs. Resting your head back against the tub you sigh, feeling the heat seep into your muscles. Tom always has been the master of temperature control, sometimes directing it hot or cold with his toes and somehow always managing to get it right. He stands, 

"How bout I go get your chocolate and then when I come back, you can read me some of your book and then I'll get your towel and we can cuddle on the couch?" He poses. You nod, taking your hand back as he stands and leaves the room, allowing you to find your place in the book. He returns shortly with a few bars which he unpeels from the packaging and sits with his back against the side of the tub, listening intently as you dive right into the next chapter, voice smooth as silk. 

After only half an hour or so, he's turned, playing with your fingers as you read. He visibly watches you relax, glancing to tge doorway when the dryer sounds. He looks back to you, 

"Ready to wash and get out darling?" You nod, placing your bookmarker in the book before standing, "I'll go get you some pj's and make you some tea and call for me when you're ready and I'll bring your towel." He tells you. You nod again, quickly washing and calling for him. He returns, big, fluffy towel held open which you step into. He wraps it and his arms around you, kissing your forehead as he dries you, helping you into underwear and your pajamas and following you to bed. 

You sigh as he climbs in beside you, wrapping an arm around your body and clicking the TV on. You snuggle into him, letting him kiss your forehead as you wrap yourself around him, 

"Thank you." You murmur. Tom nods,

"Course… I'd do anything for you just like I know you'd do anything for me." He mutters back, turning the volume on a rerun of your favorite show down. You glance up at him, leaning up to kiss him softly. He presses on your lower back, 

"I love you more and more every day Tom Holland." He smiles then, kissing the tip of your nose, 

"And I couldn't possibly love you more than I do now Y/N Y/L/N, even though I know, tomorrow I will." He assures. You smile before leaning your head against his shoulder and yawning. Only your Tommy knew how to make the best of the worst day. 

[murphslass]

Madly In Love

Request: @ohyoubetterbejokin , I have a request, a story about Negan who loves madness and dominates x reader 😍

Warnings: dirty talk, swearing, smut, slight fluff

Negan lay in his cell awaiting for your arrival. Obsessed was probably the word he describes his connection to you. After being locked up, everyone hated him more than ever. The small window didn’t dull the voices he heard. Hearing little secrets and plans of Alexandria. He didn’t care much about anything anymore. All he could do was bounce a ball or read. That shit got old fast and the people who came to watch him were nothing but assholes. Just sliding him his food and water while calling him a monster. Then tge day he saw you. A pretty face who was actually nice to him. That night he took care of his aching erection when he thought about you. Your beautiful hair, kind eyes, sweet voice, and your curves. It drove him crazy. One day you had dropped a hairband and he wore it on his wrist. He wasn’t proud but he would try to smell it and see if he could get your distinct scent. He needed you so bad. His pining for you grew stronger everuday. And this time he was making his move. Sure he had flirted like always but you would brush it off as Negan being Negan.

“Hey there sweetness!”

“Hello Negan. I brought a couple more books for you.”

“Thank you sweetheart. I appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem.”

You sat down on the chair across from the cell bars. He talked with you for a few minutes and turned serious.

“There’s something I’ve been meaning to talk to you about.”

“Oh what’s up?”

He took a long breath before standing and approaching the bars. You tilted your head up at him and felt confusion.

“I know I flirt. I know I saw stupid shit nonstop, but when I’m with you I just have these feelings for you. I mean it. You’re the only person who seems to care about me.”

“Negan...”

There was silence. And tension filled your body. His words hit deep. Sure Negan was a very attractive man but you had to admit. You fell for him. After the late nights of talking and all the flirting made you develop feelings. It felt wrong but she couldn’t help it. You knew a lot about him and wanted to know more.

“I understand why you would grow attached to me. I don’t know why I like you so much. And don’t think I’m talking about your past. You are more than what you’ve done.”

You say as you stood from your seat. Your heartbeat quickening as you approach the bars. You gently wrap your hand onto his own. His eyes move to hers and saw her other hand reaching for his face. Negan flinched at the light touch but soon relaxed as she cupped his cheek.

“Sorry. Not used to being touched by people.”

“I understand.”

She tried to withdrawl her hand but Negan gently held her wrist.

“Please don’t stop.”

Negan said with desperation in his tone. Your hand caressed over his short beard. Negan sighed at your soft touch and his body got closer to the bars.

“Do you have a key?”

“Yes. Why?”

“I want you in here with me for a bit.”

“Negan, I can’t.”

“Please. Please I just love you so much.”

Your heart skipped a beat. The word love coming from Negan was just so different. He never used it before. Why now? Does he really love you? Either way it doesn’t matter. It’s dark outside and no one else was awake.

“You promise you won’t run away?”

“I promise.”

You unlocked the door and stepped inside the cell. Negan surprisingly stayed still and as you closed the door he pulled you into his body.

“Baby, I fucking love you. So fucking much.”

He said before roughly kissing you. His lips captured your own and he urged you against the wall. You gasped as he pulled at your clothes. Negan moved to suck onto your neck and you could feel how hard he was.

“Negan slow down.”

“I can’t I have to have you now. I’ve been dying to do this baby.”

You moaned as his teeth bit onto your neck. He was dead set on having you. He reached to undo his pants and his other skillfully undoing the button on your jeans. Your breath hitched as his hand dug into your pants and started to run his fingers over your core.

“I can feel you’re getting wet for me baby.”

He whispered against your neck as he felt along your aching clit. His beard scratching your skin as you felt him sucking on your skin. He groaned at how wet you were when he breeched your panties. Your hips thrusted into his hand as you moaned into his ear. Your hands clung onto the fabric of his shirt.

“Fuck you’re so wet baby.”

You whimpered as slid into your needy entrance. He hit the right spots and his free hand reached to grip his jaw. Negan urged you to look at him.

“You like this sweetcakes?”

“Yes!”

You moan shamelessy as he peered his eyes onto you. He gritted his teeth as he felt how close you already were to release. He then stopped abruptly and took his hand away from your body.

“Why’d you stop?”

“I need you. I fucking need you so bad. Take off your pants and brace your hands onto the wall. I’m gonna fuck you so good.”

He said in a deep voice as he started to shove his pants down. You did as told as he gripped your waist and turned you to face the wall. Your hands braced onto the cold concrete as he pulled down your pants to your ankles. You shivered as the cold air hit your exposed skin. Negan gazed over you and his hand smoothing over your ass. He bit his lip as he positioned over you.

“You ready?”

“Yes please Negan.”

He then slowly pushed himself fully inside of you and moaned at how good you felt. His hands gripped onto your hips as he heard you moan. He leaned forward and kissed at your shoulder and neck while slowly moving his hips.

“Oh Negan!”

“Fuck yes. That’s my good girl. Taking my cock so fucking good in this little pussy.”

He said against your neck as he kissed over your skin. One of his hands going up your shirt and massaging one of your breasts. You whimper as he started to thrust harder and his fingers tweaked your nipple.

“Holy shit. You’re fucking amazing baby. Fuck I love you.”

He said praises into your ear as he fucked you. Your arms felt weak and your legs started to tremble as you could feel him twitching inside of you. He growled as his hips movements became sloppy as he approached his own orgasm. You let out a silent cry when his fingers go to rub onto your sensitive clit.

“Fucking come for me beautiful.”

“Oh Negan! I’m about to come. Don’t stop.”

You beg as your orgasm hit your body like a strike of lightning. Your nails stratched against the hard wall as you came around him. Negan’s breath ragged as he came fully inside of you.

“Shit baby. That was fantastic.”

He said as he kissed your cheek before pulling out you. He smirked and ran a hand over your ass to see his come running down your inner thigh. Your legs almost gave out as Negan gently pulled you to his small bed. His hand caressed over your cheek and kissed you over and over again.

“I fucking love you. So much Y/N.”

He whispered as your eyes slipped shut. You didn’t remember much but woke up in Negan’s hold. He was sound asleep and it was barely dawn. The sky was nice and dark. You gently wake Negan up as he grumbled something under his breath.

“Negan, hurry wake up I gotta tell you something.”

“What is it baby? You gotta leave already.”

“Well no.”

You said with a sigh and wondered if this was the best action. But you wanted him as he wanted you. Something has to change.

“Here let me get my pants back on.”

You giggled as he whined when you got up from him. He sat up and adjusted in his pants as he stood to hug you.

“Ok so I have an idea.”

“What’s that?”

“Let’s leave Alexandria.”

Negan’s eyes widened at your suggestion as you looked up at him with a smile.

“But are you sure? What if we get caught?”

“We won’t it’s barely light out. I know where everything is and all we have to do is be quiet. Are you in?”

Negan didn’t say anything but kissed you deeply.

“I’m all in baby.”

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[daisylore-au]

RED DREAMS EVENT — PART 3 (3) (END)

couldn’t resist giving uou guys a choice despite there being no choice :D sorry LMAO !! this is the end of tge event — any questions hit me with em and i’ll answer them as much as the story allows today and tomorrow and the day after!

warnings: smoking, dereality (dream to real living world)

You choose to follow Wilbur.

You’re not sure you had much of a choice in the matter. But you take his hand, pull yourself up to your feet, and you find yourself leaning against a desk for balance — your old Red Days desk, you notice nostalgically, with creeping unease — while Wilbur reclines in your old chair. The air is smokier than you remember, thick with ash and fumes and chemicals that make your lungs ache.

Wilbur seems perfectly at ease. Kicking his legs up on your desk, he gives you a smile that’s more amused than you like to see.

“So,” he begins, very matter of factly, “you know this is a dream.”

You stammer, uncharacteristically thrown off. In your defence, you’ve just been through hell. “I don’t— what— Jesus Christ, what the fuck was all that?!”

Wilbur lights a cigarette, taking a long drag without looking at you. “The past. The future. And, when you wake up again, the present. Well. Your present, anyway. Tell me, Quackity, were you a fan of the future you saw?”

You think of Helga and James, who would have killed you if you’d misbehaved. You think of Darian, the strange casual way he acted in the ending of the world. You think of Daisy, alone and so small in the prison cell you’d personally promised nobody else would end up in. And your stomach twists. “I need to stop it,” you say bluntly, because fuck playing around, “I’m not gonna let that future fucking happen.”

Wilbur smiles; a very, very self satisfied smile. “That’s what I thought you’d say. So let’s work together, Alex Quackity. Let’s put our genius together and let’s make sure we never experience that future, shall we?”

You frown. “What’s in it for you?”

“Let me talk to you one on one,” Wilbur says authoritatively, “let’s talk one on one, with no audiences or choices or chats. I’m going to tell you everything you need to know before I send you back to the waking world, Quackity.”

You take a breath, sit down on a chair, and you listen close.

The choice is out of your hands.

…

…

…

Head pounding, eyes bleary, Quackity jerks awake at 4am, heart skipping a beat when he realises where he actually is. He wastes no time: he fumbles around in his pocket, head jerking off the table as he searches frantically for—

Something in his pocket comes loose. A single red bit of sheep’s wool. His heart falls.

So it had all been real.

Not real, he knows, not really — it had been a dream, sure, but he’s not so sure dreams are fake and entirely separate from reality anymore. Something has changed, someone has changed it, and if he doesn’t hurry to stop it now, things are going to end up just like the dream future, and he’ll be helpless to prevent it.

Quackity gets to his feet, rubbing his face with a grimace — stop falling asleep at your desk, he scolds himself internally, and begins to head to bed with Karl and Sapnap: he’s missed them after so long away in his dreams. But, before he leaves the room, before he switches his office light out, he notices something that makes his blood run cold.

The Revive Book is already missing.

(At 4:03, the twins hand the book over to a triumphant Daisy. “This is it?” She asks eagerly. “This will really bring Dream back?”

James bites his lip. “It should work. It looks about right.”

“See ya tomorrow, Daisy,” Helga yawns, “we gotta get back before our dads notice we’re gone.”

Daisy giggles, climbing back up the tree and into her bedroom, and the twins, high-fiving each other, start the short walk home.)

(Quackity doesn’t go to bed. He sits back down in his office chair, pulls out a plain book, and begins to write. He has planning to do.)

END OF EVENT.

[ssfghfrrggf]

The Stellaride Twins

@buddiebrettsey i wrote the Stellaride twins!

A short one shot about the twins that Stella and Kelly absolutely need to have, Leslie and Andy Severide and the terror a reak on poor Brian Cruz:

"Guys, we really shouldn't be doing this. Your parents said not go out on the lake," Brian protests for what must be the 100th time as they reach the top of the hill. The nine year old boy has always been a worry wart, and a bit of goodie two shoes. Leslie and her brother on the hand are pros at pushing the limits of their parents patience. It's something Laslie has always been very proud of.

"Listen, it'll be fine. Me and Andy have had our eye on this hill for ages," Leslie says dismissively. "Besides we tested the ice last night and it was fine."

"This still seems like a bad idea," Brian insists and crosses his arms over his chest as he stomps his foot in the snow. "Besides aren't you guys scared we'll get yelled at?"

Andy looks at Leslie with a amused grin and they both laugh, it's not fun with out high stakes. For Brian getting yelled at is a reason not to do things, for them it's a reason to do things.

"It'll be fine. They'll be so wowed by our totally epic stunt they won't even be mad," Andy says confidently and sits himself down in the back of the sled. They've been waiting all winter for this, the perfect snow (slick and fast) settled on a layer of icey grass from the recent ice storm combined with the steep hill leading directly out onto the ice- it's a recipe for the perfect ride.

"I'm not doing it," Brian huffs and sits down in the snow.

"Shut up, yes you are," Leslie says.

"No i'm not. You're parents said to stay off the ice."

"Leslie, it's okay. If he wants to be a little chicken let him," Andy says cunningly. "Being chicken is perfectly fine. Only the bravest kids can do what we're about to."

"Yeah, you're right," Leslie and climbs into the front of the sled. "Not everyone is cool like us."

"Hey! I'm not a chicken!" Brian protests and stands up.

"Then get in," Andy challanges and adjusts his possition in the sled.

"Okay, okay, i am," Brain says and flounders into the sled with them.

"Ready?" Andy asks calling up to Leslie.

"Ready!" She calls back and her brother pushes them off.

***

Everything they had emagined about the ride proved true. It was fast and long and glorious. So glorious not even the freezing wind slicing them in the faces phased the enjoyment at all, it increased it. Brian screamed the whole way down.

When they hit the ice they go into a tail spin.

"That was EPIC!" Andy cries triumphantly and sits up in the snow. The tail spin ended in a wipe out, but an amazing one at that.

"We should've done that so much sooner!" Leslie screems and throws snow in the air. The flakes come back down and gather in her wild dark hair. She lost her somewhere on the down. "Let's go again!"

Brian goans and flops back over on his back in the snow.

"We gotta!"

"No. All three of you need to get inside right this second."

Andy freezes at the sound of his mother's voice. Leslie's eyes go wide and freezes too. He turns slowly to see his mom standing on the bank a couple feet away from them with her arms folded over her chest and glare on her face. She's in shorts and a t-shirt, and wearing his dad's boots which means she's so mad she doesn't care about the cold. Andy knows right away him and his sister are in trouble.

"Brian told us you wouldn't be mad," Leslie tries and grabs the sled. Brian looks too confused by how this has just got turned around him to even argue.

"Inside. Now." Their mom repeats and points to the cabin.

"It was epic, dad. You should've see us," Andy says to his dad as he makes his way inside, hoping maybe he'll bail them out of trouble. Blaming it on Brian doesn't seem like it's enough to save them. To his dismay his dad shakes his head scoldingly.

"What part of don't go out on the ice do you not understand?" Their mother demands, closing the door behind them. "Have you all lost your minds?!"

"It was fine mom! Andy and I tested it last night!" Leslie protests, and as soon as the words are out she seems to realize her mistake.

"You went out on the ice last night?!"

"No?" Leslie tries hopefully.

"Leslie Anna Severide, are you trying to lie to me now?" Their mother says sternly and Leslie melts a little.

"No mama," she mumbles.

"Both of you go to your room. We'll talk about this when I'm not about to have a fit," their mother says pinching the bridge of her nose.

"Mom-"

"Your room, Andrew."

"Yes ma'am," Andy says and follows Leslie to their room in the cabin. He closes the door behind them; as soon as it's shut Leslie starts giggling uncontrollably and falls on the floor.

"What?" Andy demands and bumps his sister with his foot.

"We're totally doing that again once mommy and daddy are asleep!" Leslie giggles and sits back up.

"Are you nuts?!"

"It's be nuts to not to," Leslie says and sticks her tongue out at him. "That was so epic!"

"I'm not doing it again." Andy says and plops down on the bed. Their mom was really upset and seemed almost scared.

"Suit yourself," Leslie shrugs.

***

It's late and dark outside, and the light under the door has finally gone out. It's time. Leslie had really been hoping Andy would snap of his new boring take on their stunt, but he insisted on sneeking back out. So she's making this trip alone. She creeps across the floor and carefully opens their bed room door. The house is completely dark and quiet. She makes it halfway across the living room when a light flips on revealing her father sitting in his rocking chair. He appears to have been waiting for her.

"What are you doing up, Les?" He asks sternly.

"Nothing?" She tries.

"Well I sure hope you weren't trying to sneek out to go sled down that hill again."

"No sir," she says and shakes her head. It might not be too late to save herself.

"Come here, kiddo," he says gently and beckons close.

She obediently slinks over to him hanging her head. He reaches out and scoops her up and sits her down in his lap.

"Am I in trouble?" Leslie asks after they sit in silence for a minute or so.

"No," he says thoughtfully. "You didn't actually sneek outside and you've got tge receiving end of your mother's wrath, so i think you're set."

Leslie giggles a little and nestles close to her dad's warm chest. "We were just trying to have fun, you know?"

"I know."

"And we didn't get hurt."

"No."

"So it was fine?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"What you guys did was dangerous," her dad says softly and runs one hand through her hair. "Your mother and I have seen a lot kids do stupid things on ice and get hurt. We don't want that to happen to you guys. It's not because we don't want you to have fun. We just want you safe while you have fun."

"Oh," Leslie says. "What kind of things have you seen?"

Her dad sighs and shifts in his chair. "All kinds of things, none that need to be repeated, okay?"

"Okay," she replies and looks up at him. He looks worried and even a little scared. Her parents are the bravest people in the world, so if them being out on the ice scared them, which she's pretty sure it did, that must mean what they did was really scary. "We won't do it again."

Their sled ride had been epic, but she doesn't want her parents to be scared anymore.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

You guys know what time is it?

Let's just say that is...

NSFW time

WARNING: under the age of 18 is not recommended to read this so pls don't.

Run run lost boy...

Tge drawing Dow was made by @thewhitequeen2001

Walking on the deserts street of Japan was certainly not recommended by no one. Especially hearing of the humors of not only a gang, a yakusa, that terrified some of the civilians around this area... the heroes completely forgeting about this people. But also because of a urbandale legend of a creature that attacked others in searches of money and most importantly, what to eat...

You shook your head with a snort as you continued walking. Those were nothing but murmurs, you knew the yakusa that owned this dessert area of the city, and you couldn't care less since you were familiar with the future leader of the said yakusa, the Shie Hassaikai.

And about the creature? It was surely just some made up prank that some teenagers made of... that's at least what you and Chisaki had agreed about it.

Speaking of the said man, you sighed in the cold and picked up your phone once again. Nothing. When you meet Kai, sure he was a distant and cold man but little by little he was only strict and cold around the edges. You lost count on how many times this man presented you with gifts and how many times you had to discuss how it wasn't necessary.

You couldn't help but to catch feelings for the germophobic man... He wasn't all of what people talked of him, he had more to show to his world who he truly was. If only the world had your eyes instead...

But now? For about one week and a half, Chisaki avoided you like you were the plague. ... and you couldn't help but to wonder if you did something wrong...

You flinched at some sounds of footsteps coming from behind you, immediately turning around and grabbing your pepper spray only to find nothing... no one.

You could have swore there was sound of footsteps...

You furrowed your eyebrows, and continued walking with a uncertain feeling... Maybe if you knocked on the gates of the near yakusa house, Chisaki would be kind enough to let you sleep in..?

You felt your face beaten up at the mention and you only quickened your pace. The man was avoiding you and you were going to ask for a shelter?! Think (Y/n) dammit!"

You froze though when you saw a shadow crossing your path. It was a huge one and you were sure that shit right there wasn't a street animal!

A trash can fell on a near hallway and you almost screamed until you heard a little 'meow'. Your muscles relaxed at seing the little thing staring at you as you sighed in relief... maybe it was your head playing tricks again.

"Hey~" you cooed while kneeling down and extending your hand at the little ball of fur who purred at your touch "You scared me back there sweetie! You're lost?" The cat suddenly flinched away from your touch and started to hiss before he ran away from you.

"What..?" You blinked in confusion before hearing a low growl from behind your back, and you were sure that your heart stopped and the temperature had lowered more than just 10 degrees.

You gulped and didn't dared to move a muscle as you trembled in fear at a rough, with torn gloves, hand grabbed onto your shoulder. Whimpers escaped your throat as you heard little sniffles.

"P-P-Please let me g-go.." you almost cried and you felt the hand in your shoulder twitch... Dark brown hair suddenly came to your vision as the torn gloved hands came to hold you close trembling and pulled the mask that covered your captors face, showing how pants escaped his lips.

"(Y/n)..." a similiar voice growled low in the crook of your neck as his hands holded you close to his body.

"Kai?!" You shouted but soon let out a yelp when another growl escaped his lips accompanied with a sloppy kiss on the crook of your neck.

"What.. are you doing here?" He asked in a low voice as you squirmed our way out of his hold and gasped at how his golden orbs were narrowed in a animalistic way... fangs were at show as a fluffly pair of brown wolf ears were at the top of his head. He couldn't stop panting but he still manage to hide part of his face on his forearm.

"What.. happened with you?" You asked in worry but he soon pet out a groan when you threatened to come near him. "Okay.. no touch. I get it." You lifted your arms up.

He poked his eyes out, still panting like he had ran only God knows jow much of miles. Your heart suddenly seemed to break at how puffy and red they were... like the man you had a crush on was in pain.

"What happened? This was why you weren't talking to me?" You asked in the most saddest and softest voice you couldn't manage as a unknown sound came out of his throat... a low whine. A fucking whine.

"I.. Heat..." he grunted and fell on his knees, clinching his chest with a hand on it before letting out a howl. You widened your eyes at that and went to kneel in front of him "no... dont... dont touch me... go away, run."

"Stop being stubborn for once!" You exclaimed and went to help him stand up before you yelped when the man himself growled and quickly pinned you to the wall. You yelped and a hand came to muffle your sounds as the other holded you up, legs spread and him on the middle of it.

His glare somehow only was leaving you hot and bothered goddammit... and that little tent on the middle of his legs and grinding against you wasn't helping it.

"You know what is a werefolf?" He growled as you widened your eyes at how his glare was piercing through your soul, the pants ceasing a bit. "That's one of illness... I tried for years searching for a cure of it because I am fucking tired of those heats!" He barked in your face and you flinched as he scoffed while lowering hsi head to your chest, holding now both of your legs close to him.

"I-I can't control it... I can't!" He almost shouted as you hesitantly put your hands on his hair "And you." He growled and looked deep in your eyes making you gulp "Yeah.. you little bunny." He growled between teeth and grinded his hips against yours making you gasp hold him tighter "Didn't help it. At. All. I was trying to keep you safe from my animalistic side but I guess you were just begging to be chased and pinned down by the big bad wolf." He whispered lowly in your ear before kissing and nibbling on it.

Who was this?! What did they did to Chisaki?! WHAT THE HEAT DOES TO KAI?!

Were the thoughts on the back of your head as you couldn't help but take his wavering hands and hot and wet kisses around your neck.

"Hmm... I wouldn't like to just punish this little bunny angel I have right here..." he growled before looking at you straight in the eye before letting you down only for him to be picked up by bridal style. "I want to fuck this little bunny raw on a clean place at least... Wont you agree?" He nibbled on your ear and you almost felt your souls leaving your body at his words.

Fuck?!

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.

.

Chisaki manage to jump through both walls of the Hassaikai and the windows and just throw you on the bed as be panted and palmed the tent on his pants.

"W-Wait Chisaki-" you waved your hands as he crawled on top of you and grabbed both of your wrists to pin down on the bed as he shook his hips against yours "I-Is not like-ah~" the bastard was sure going to leave more than one hickey on your neck "Y-You're in heat right? S-So is not like you w-want to s-so I dont want you getting-" your words were muffled by his lips connecting with your on a sweet and passionate kiss as he cupped your cheek with one of his hands.

Before you had the pleasure to taste his tongue on yours he broke away and stared down at you, ears ocassionaly twitching.

"I have my conscience still... The heat is just... hurts when you dont just deal with it." He spitted the worlds in disgust "Usually I would deal with them on my own but... after you appeared I couldn't help but to be... extremely attracted to you."

You blinked in shock at his words before he sighed, a painful sigh.

"I understands if you dont want to. I just lost it, forgive me I-" he tried to pull away but you quickly grabbed onto his shoulders to pull him back to another kiss, one which this time you shoved your to gue on his mouth... but your dominant side didn't last long since you ocassionaly lost the battle of tongue against him.

"Ah~" he let go of the kiss with a smug smile before you gasped at feeling his hand traveling down form your waist to your clit, he started to rub his fingers against the clothed area as he chuckled "So I take it that you do desire me... by feeling how wet your clothing is getting from just a few kissed and a simple-" he smirked hungrily at you gasping when one of his fingers entered sneakily passing through your underwear. "Touch."

"S-Shit Chisak-"

"Ah ah ah angel." He growled and pulled away his hands which made you immediately whine "Call me by name. My first name which only you can talk."

"K-Kai-" you whimpered, shaking your hips against his to get some friction which resulted for him to chuckled and torn your clothes away "KAI! MY CLOTHES!" You tried to cover your embarrassment as he stood on the bed and stripped bare in front of you, making you bite your bottom lip invonluarialy.

"Hush. I can buy another one." He growled while getting on top of you and pinning g you to the bed with a sick smile on his face "Now... where shall I start..?" He lowered his face, kissing the middle of your chest only to poke his tongue out to twirl around your right nipple.

"Kai come on!" You whined and tried to get some friction only for a hand to grasp your hips harshly making you still as the other hold your two wrists above your head.

"Naughty girl.." he growled before sucking harshly on your nipple before giving enough attention to the other one "So you just want me to fuck you here raw? Well, " he chuckled darkly while picking your clit again but this time with two of his digits and plumping them in and out while staring at you "Not completely since you aparently seem so wet and just ready for me cock, isn't that right?" He kitten licked your nipple and you threw your head back in embarrassment and lust.

Suddenly he let out his fingers and showed them to you with a unamused look yet a sadistic smile on his face.

"I wonder..." he licked one of his fingers directly, not breaking eye contact with you as he hummed "Not bad... Maybe I should consider on tasting you on my next heat..."

"N-Next-?!" You muffled your moans when you felt his cock entering you in one go as he moaned in the crook of your neck.

"Forgive me. The pain was not bearable anymore-" he panted, and you notice he was controlling himself to not just snap his hips against yours like crazy, his back and arms were all sweaty and trembling as he bolted on fhe flesh of your skin to ground himself.

Thankfully he gave you a few moments to adjust to his size as you breathed in and out along with him... when you mentioned he could go he started slow and still murmuring some praises and dirty words in you, yet you felt how he was trembling still.

"You're-" you panted as his face stood above you by hald a inch "You're holding back.. dont do it, i-if it hurts just go.." you moaned when the tip of his cock hitted just on the right spot.

"Dont make choices you will regret later." He panted, still slow on his pace until you holded onto his neck as you kissed him sweetly with a look that he swore was brighter than the full moon and even sun all together.

"I wont.. not if it is with you." You whispered and something in him snapped. All the chivalry and slow pace was throw out of the window as the bed creaked violently with his powerful thrusts. You swore he was so burried deep inside you every time he thrusted back in it felt like he was balls deep inside your whole being.

Something in you snapped when his member hitted repeatedly hitted your G-spot constantly and your orgasm hitted violently making you almost howl like Chisaki from before.

"Shit!" He cursed in your neck "You're tighter than I imagined-!" He gritted through teeth as he rode you down your orgasm before he looked at you with a dark look "I am going to breed you so hard for going out all alone in the dark my prey~" he growled in your ear with a smile as you widened your eyes.

Before you could even register the world "breed" inside your head, you felt roped of hot cum paint your insides and walls as he moaned lowly and continued thrusting until his orgasm reached an end.

You both panted before you started to pet his back on a comforting manner before widening your eyes in shock at the feeling inside your legs.

"You're still hard?!" He only lifted his head from you with a bored look as he arched one eyebrow.

"What did you expected? Is a rut after all." You blinked before his fangs appeared again at the smile it showed on his face with a dark and lustful look as his tongue licked his lips "Better hold yourself, because this is going through all night until I get soft again."

You gulped and just started to mentally prepared yourself to be fucked until your brain couldn't pronounce even a single world.

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It was almost midnight when you woke up to pair of arms holding you close and your whole body was sore. You tilted your head up to see the reason why you were sore as you smiled at the sigh of a vulnerable Kai holding you so tight against his chest.

You went to just feel how much soft his wolf like ears were like before you felt a fluffly thing enveloping your waist as he groaned.

"Already awake?" He muttered as you stared in awe at the tail on your waist.

"You have a tail?!" You gasped and went to pet it but it was soon away from your grasp as you pouted and he scoffed.

"So what if?" He grunted as he got up and stretched it before sending you a look over his shoulders "Let's get a shower, we're both dirty and I am disgusted at only looking at myself covered in all sweat." You giggled at noticing his normal self was back before cursing when your legs almost gave out before the pair of Chisaki's arms got your body with a hidden worried look.

"You know... you said about your next heat huh?" You giggled as he picked you up and buried his face on the crook of your neck.

"And I expect you to be here on all of them." He muttered.

"... So not even getting a dinner then since you already fucked my brains out -"

"Listem both of us know the feelings okay? Enough you brat." He growled as you giggled and nuzzled on him.

[dnarez]

Chapter 3

You were living with two persons for some days now, you were afraid to speak and be shout at, so you keep quiet, not speaking in any language or trtrying to transform back to the human form, since you always were in the wolf form it was like breathing now, very easy and automatic.

The two females weren't so bad, the woman with long blonde hair and light blue eyes was very energetic and would love taking you for a run in the morning and in the end of the day.

The smaller wasn't bad either, but would be very anoying when she would try to make you talk, she had long wavy black hair, and dark blue  eyes, her pets were the best.

There was also another one that would come some times to chat with them he had short straight black hair and blue eyes, for the looks of it he was part of the small family.

They were so kind, always petting you, they would always give you food after they ate, and bring you fresh clean water every morning and whenever needed.

It was... fun! Zanko would give you bits of her food whatever she was eating, Ann would scold her for giving you unheauty snacks, but would be the first to give you other unhealthy treats.

You tasted things you never did before, fruits were your favorites, so sweet and tasty, meat was now cooked, pets and compliments were frequent now, you felt happy and for the first time you would like to speak with then, to tell then what you think about the tasty food, or thank for the cuddles and pets in the head... so you did...

You knew that Zanko's quirk made her able to talk to animals, but you never answered her before, you loved seeing the girl talk your ear off just to try to make you speak, since she were kind enough to let you sleep in the bed with her every night and would get up early just to make you breakfeast she deserves such kind words.

(A/n really quick just information about tge writting italic is thinking italic+bolder is talking while in wolf form)

Thank you Zanko-chan

Zanko had just woke up to fry 8 eggs and 4 slices of bacon to her quiet wolf, she didn't expected to be thanked or to even listen to your voice like... ever.

She frozed, she had just finished puting the eggs and bacon in the bowl for you, she had her mouth hangging open and dark blue eyes wild open.

"MOM!!!" Zanko was so happy she couldn't hold it in that she started to jump up and down while on the way to Ann's room. "MOOOOOOOOOOM!"

She opened the door to Ann's room and jumped in her bed.

"Mom... mom.... mom... mommy.... mom.... mom.... mama.... mom.... mother.... woman that gave birth fo me... mom-"

"WHAT???" Ann sat up in the bed and looked angry to her daughter "you better have a good reason to wake me up at..." she looked at the alarm clock in the desk that was by the bed "AT FUCKING 6AM???? WHY ARE YOU EVEN UP???"

"(Y/n) wake up this time every day so I started getting up early so she could have breakfeast when she wakes up" Zanko got under the blanked and cuddled with her mom

"Ok... You seem happy so I suspect that the house isn't on fire..."

"Hey! That was an accident!" She whinned while Ann laughed at her daughter misfurtune

"Yeah yeah! I know hun" she cuddles with Zanko and was petting he hair "so tell me, why did you wake me up so early? I normally wake up at 8am to go to work"

"I know mom sorry, but I couldn't wait to tell you!!!"

"Tell me what?" She looked ate her daughter with curiosity

"(Y/n) said thank you and said my name!" She was with the biggest smile ever

"Omg! She is open up to us! She is accepting us as her family! Honey! Oh my fucking god!" She was hugging and kissing Zanko all over her face "(Y/N) COME HERE PLEASE"

~awhile back with you after you spoke and Zanko ran away~

Oh my god... what have I done??? But... I didn't do anything wrong! I-I... think so... they are going to put me on the streets! I don't want to go back to the lab! Or to the cold floor of the streets! I want to stay...

You were panicing so much that you almost didn't heard Ann calling for you.

"(Y/N) COME HERE PLEASE!!!" Ann's loud voice ecoed through the house.

You stopped for a second, her voice didn't sound angry or panicing like you though it would... her voice was happy and cheerful, weird....

You went up stairs where the rooms are and got to Ann's bedroom door, it was wild open probably because of Zanko...

"Come here sweety! Let's cuddle together, the three of us" she gave a warm smile and showed you that they had a place for you in the middle of both of them.

You jumped in the middle of then and and curld up into a ball.

"She told me, you spoke to her! I'm so happy that you are warming up to us! You are a important member o this family, please speak to us anytime and if you need anything, ok?" Ann looked so happy, she was petting your head with a sweet smile in her face.

Okay! I will try harder!

You barked and wagged your tail for the first time since you got there.

"Oh my god! You are so cute!!!" They said in unison and hugged you with a lot of love.

"She said that she will try harder to open up!" Zanko said with a big smile.

"Thank you for trying at all (y/n)-chan!" Ann cuddle you next to her "My fluffy wolf!"

You couldn't stop wagging your tail with all that love that was been put in each pet and each cuddle, you were so happy, you were truly happy.

--------------------------------------- (A/n) Another chapter one after the other! I'm in a roll! ♡♡♡♡♡

[ryansitkowskilover420]

Tw// suicide

Everytime i try to overdose i get the same repeated dream when i pass out im sitting on the edge of a cliff debatungbif i should jump and out of nowhere this man appears next to him but j cant make out his face. Everytime he says to me “welcome back ive missed you“ and then asks me what i am doing here or why i am sitting so close to. He always questions me about my tears. I cany reply back tho i can only nod. No matter how much i ask him to go away nothing comes out of my mouth. The man will often tell me the same repeated story over and over again about how once he wanted go end it all and jump off this cliff and bavk how he wished he had someone here to save him in time and how he wants to help others. The man then looks at me and tells me i should fight and that it will get better eventually. At this point in the dream i am now lookinh at the the bottom of the cliff watching tge waves crash against rocky wall, tge wind is wild and cold. The man puts his jacket over and tells me its time to make a decision. Its time to choose between life or death. My still stabd by my word and move right to the cliff edge. The man does too. “if you go down so do i“ he says and all i can do is shake my head. No. I dont want him too. Please leave me alone. I cant speak to him. But the tears are flowing again. “you dont have to do this.“ he says. He moves closer so he is right next to me. I cant even process what i do all i know is that now im free falling, getting away from all my problems. But i dont. He grabs my arms and pulls me up. We both land on the ground. Its cold, very cold. He whispers to me. “no, its not your time just yet.“ and all i can do is sob in his arms. Usually the dream ends here and i wake up crying in my bed about hoa much if a failure i am. But thid tike i wasnt crying. I was numb, i felt numb again.

[gtseven7]

Seven Princes

Summary:

Seven handsome travelling entertainers capture hearts of the crowd by their amazing voices and artisic dancing as they slowly drain their audience's inner soul magic.

A/N:

I dont really have anything to say aside from thank you for reading this story! Please enjoy!

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10

Mark to simply say is kind. That Jinyoung knows very well and they had just met a few hours ago. His hyung was sleeping soundly on the bed, snoring a bit. The other boy's silence was comforting to Jinyoung at least. The doctor who treated Jaebum said that he'll be fine. A much needed rest and good food when he wakes up and he'll be good to go. The guilt surged when he remembered eating the bowl of soup for himself. He's angry at himself. Jaebum took care of him and this is how he repays him? What an ungrateful person he is. He should've just died in their town. He's a burden. He- "Hey. Stop beating yourself. It wasn't like you wanted this to happen right?" Mark is kind except he's still a stranger. But it doesn't mean he doesn't get comforted by the hand that rubbed his back warmly. "Of course not."

[[MORE]]

"See? Don't think bad of yourself. Let's just be glad he's fine."

Jinyoung only nodded, wanting to believe his words. Looking at the window, he noticed that the sun was setting. It was beautiful. The yellow and orange hues, like a painting in the sky. Then he remembered, Mark had been with him since morning. "Ah! It's getting late, your family must be looking for you. You should head back." When he said the word family, both recoiled a bit. Him recalling his lost parents and sisters. As for Mark, he smiled ruefully. His eyes were sad as he avoided Jinyoung's gaze, only looking at the sun slowly setting. Its dimming light illuminates his auburn hair.

"I don't have a family to come back to."

Mark is kind. He's also an orphan. Just like how Jinyoung and Jaebum are now.

"I never knew my family. The earliest memory I have is me in a cold cell. I was probably five back then? The guards said my parents sold me in a black market in Goasa."

The young one felt his heart ache for the other. That was cruel. Having literally no memories of your parents? Growing up in a harsh place. Jinyoung couldn't imagine what Mark had experienced. "I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that."

"It's okay. You didn't know."

Goasa is a prominent place for underground businesses. Illegal activities are done there, dark magic were also sold, that's what Jinyoung knew. Mark stayed in that same cell for five more years. He sees people walking by, sometimes they toss him coins. The guards give him bread three times a day; one in the morning, in the afternoon amd at night. When a riot took over the biggest market in Goasa, Mark had the chance to escape. He fled the place and had wandered around for a few months until he came to Enre. There he worked as a helper in the restaurant by accident. He still have no family, the owner of the restaurant was a bit heartless and doesn't pay him much even if he worked his bone tge whole day. But that's okay, said Mark solemnly. "At least I have somewhere I kind of belong to."

It was then when he saw the two of them walk inside the restaurant he worked at. Shy and unsure. "I saw my old self in you. So I kind of followed you around, intrugued who you two are. Enre doesn't get much visitors, you know. So a new face stands out."

"I...I maybe wanted to get to know the two of you. Get some real friends?"

The two young lads were too absorbed talking that they did not hear the rustle of sheets when Jaebum sat up on the bed. He was listening as well. Fate can be cruel, but sometimes it can be symphatetic. Hearing Mark's story tugged on Jaebum's heart.

"Want to be friends?" he asked all of a sudden. The two boys jumped when they heard his voice. Mark's face lit up just like the moon up above shines. His face was genuine. "I'd love to."