#best way to regain mental focus

[ranjith11]

Fixing The Mental Focus That Is Wretchedly Out Of Shape

Fixing mental focus can be a challenging task, especially in today's world where distractions are everywhere. However, there are some effective ways to improve mental focus and concentration. One of the most important steps is to minimize distractions by creating a quiet and clutter-free environment.Thank you for watching the video. Fixing The Mental Focus That Is Wretchedly Out Of Shape

[churipu]

hi i wanted to ask since your requests are open but can u write abt jjk guys (gojo, geto and maybe megumi as well) and how it would be like arguing with them? thank youuu~

ARGUMENTS WITH JJK MEN ˚｡𖦹

featuring. gojo satoru, geto suguru, toji fushiguro x reader

warnings. cursing on toji's :)

note. hi nonnie, megumi's been done and you can just click right there to be directed to the said post — so, i'm going to change him to his father jsksdjdk. anyways, i'm so sorry this came out so late, i hope you like it. i was going to focus on my 1k event but then i realized that i'm holding up the requests in my inbox, so i'm going to try to upload them together one by one. / and ngl, i just did my nails done for the first time, aND I AM STRUGGLING TO DO ANYTHING. including typing, but i'm trying my best skdjs.

GOJO SATORU. arguments with him are just plain loud. for instance, we all know how gojo is, he'd be so petty during arguments. despite that though — i feel like he won't ever raise his voice at you, he's petty, yes. but he won't do anything that could scare you, raising his voice.

believe me when i say that he won't back down when he isn't in the wrong. he will argue back if you're wrong; and even with all that banter, both you and gojo will always resolve it together. he won't let you leave or turn away to discard the argument. gojo hates it when you give him the silent treatment — so he tries his best to not let you leave unless everything is talked about, face to face.

"satoru, i'm just saying that i didn't mean to do that. okay? i didn't even realize it!" you tell him, voice loud and bold.

gojo looks at you, brows furrowed, "this is the second time y/n, i'm sure you realize that — you're not a child anymore." you grumbled under your breath.

the past few days have been stressful. hectic for you. you knew though it wasn't an excuse, but when things get too caught up — you lose track of things, and honestly, you wanted nothing to do but to sleep and take a rest. work has been taking a big toll on you, both mentally and physically — and you can't bring yourself to argue with gojo right now.

"satoru, i know. it's just, things have been stressful at work. i'm sorry i forgot to turn off the stove," you tell him genuinely sorry that you almost, possibly burn the whole house down if he hadn't been the one to realize that, "i'm sorry, okay?"

his gaze softened. regaining control over the rhythm of his breathing, gojo reaches out to you, "d'you wanna talk about it?"

you shook your head, "i just wan' to sleep, satoru. i'm tired." he buries his nose into your hair before tossing you over his shoulder, you didn't complain at the way he decided to carry you — you just wanted to go to bed and sleep the night away.

the male held you close as he climbed your shared bed, "'m sorry too," he mumbles, grazing his lips over your forehead.

"you don't have to be, it's my fault for being reckless," you replied, draping an arm over his torso, clutching his black shirt, "can we sleep now?"

gojo chuckles, "mhm. good night," he whispers, "i love you."

you smiled at him, burying your face into his chest, "good night 'toru. i love you more."

GETO SUGURU. arguments with geto can be pretty frustrating, although he never raises his voice at you. he just knows what to say, and he's always right too. whether it being about you forgetting to throw the trash out (once), or you being forgetful about some things — geto just knows the right words to say to you, without making you feel like you're doing something wrong.

see, the thing is in the house. you both divided your chores, geto does the dishes, and the mopping. you do the laundry and vacuuming. while the morning trash is yours, and he does it nightly.

he's usually never in the wrong. most of the time. but when he is, he will admit so. in conclusion, you don't argue with him often, because he will apologize if he knows he did something wrong. but this was on rare occasions.

today is one of those rare occasions. you swore you had left the house clean — and you remembered throwing the trash before you leave for work. yet, here he was, asking you about it.

"suguru, i promise i threw it in the morning. before i left for work," you tell him, taking off your shoes and putting it neatly on the shoe rack. having to come back home from work, you just wanted to eat dinner, have a nice warm bath, and sleep.

god, you hated arguments. you admitted that you sometimes forget to throw the trash out while rushing to go to work, but that was not intentional at all.

geto had asked your prior about it. you knew he wasn't sparking an argument, but the thing is — you remembered it well. going out of the door this morning while holding a plastic of waste, hell, you even remembered bumping into a neighbor on the way out.

"just . . . let me throw it out again—" geto has been awfully silent for the past few minutes, and when you approached the trash can, he immediately stops you.

his hand latching around your wrist gently as he pulls you over, "no, no. it's my fault, i remember now. i was the one who threw that in the trash can after you left," he said to you in an apologetic tone, "'m sorry."

you shook your head, "it's okay, it's just a misunderstanding. and it's not like you intentionally forgot about it, right?" he nods his head mutely, pulling you into a silent embrace, "y'okay sugu?"

"the next time i do that — i want you to smack me in the face, okay?" you chuckled, placing a wet kiss onto his lips.

TOJI FUSHIGURO. i don't know how to say it — he's just accepts his fate and does whatever you want him to do. he thinks arguments are a complete waste of time, it's not like he likes arguing with you in the first place. he just doesn't see a point to it since he never initiates the talking; you always do. but that's because he did things that sparked the said argument. you reap what you sow.

toji can be lazy sometimes. scratch that. most of the time. clothes sprawled out in the living room, on the kitchen counter which he claimed he forgot when he was grabbing water, on the couch, on the headboard of your bed, on the bathroom sink. and honestly, he's a grown man — he knows better than that.

"toji, how many times do i have to tell you—"

"put the dirty laundry in their place, yeah, y'reminded me that like . . . three times today." he grumbled under his breath as he yawned out loudly.

"then why are you still leaving them everywhere? god, this is so childish! it's like 'm taking care of a fucking baby," toji lets out a sigh, "i'm so tired of telling you over and over again. you're a grown man, why can't you act like one?"

toji's not dumb. he knows it's his mistake, and sometimes he genuinely forgets about leaving his shirt out while being too preoccupied with other things. he loves you, he really does. the last thing he'd like is you leaving him because he can't stop his habit of leaving his shirt everywhere.

he approaches you, taking the shirt out of your grip, "my fault."

"damn right it is. the next time i see another shirt, i swear to god, you're sleeping on the couch." you muttered out, crossing your arms — watching as the male meekly trotted into the bathroom where the laundry basket rested beside the bathroom cabinet.

"is that a threat?" he chuckles, peeking his head out.

"no. it's a warning."

he walks out of the bathroom, slithering an arm around your waist, hoisting you up onto his shoulder as he walked towards the couch. prepping you on his lap, "mm. noted, can you stop getting mad at me now?" he comments, grazing his finger over your neck.

and he did it again at night (and slept on the couch like you warned him, he still hates you for that).

© CHURIPU 2024 , DO NOT COPY OR REPOST ANYWHERE

[talaok]

i loved the hickey fic🥵

can i request a role reversal fic?

reader marks up joel and is unashamed about it

Pairing: Joel Miller x reader

a/n: thank you love, hope you'll like this although its been so long you probably forgot about this. and if you're interested, this is the fic they were referring to

It was just you and Ellie in the kitchen this morning. You were laughing about another funny dream she had last night, this one involving Joel trying to tame a gigantic sheep so he could ride it or something, she didn't quite remember the purpose, not that it mattered.

But as you both quite literally felt on the verge of tears from the image the dream was painting in your minds, the main character of said dream, appeared in the doorway, throwing you both a dirty look as if watching two of the three people he loved the most in this entire world didn't fill his old heart with pure joy.

"It's too early to be this chipper" he grumbled, walking to you to leave a quick kiss on your cheek as he reached for the coffee pot behind you.

A gasp sounded from the other sound of the counter

"oh my god what happened to your neck?!" 

And it was then, that Joel Miller, the unafraid, stone-cold killer of a man that he was, turned red from hairline to neck.

"O-Oh fuck I-" His eyes widened, his hand going to cover your work on his neck, but it was all useless, because the second Ellie's eyes landed on the smirk plastered on your face, she knew.

"oh my god ew" she groaned, rolling her eyes, her focus going back to the eggs on her plate.

"You remember Janine, that woman I told you about?" you explained, talking to her

She laughed at that, remembering your conversation about that woman who's always flirting with Joel.

"you filled Joel's neck with hickeys because of her?"

Joel wasn't even red anymore, he was turning purple, his eyes were wider than a deer's caught in the headlights, and you suspected he hadn't taken a breath since he first entered the kitchen.

"this..." you smiled, trailing your fingers on Joel's neck "is my own little way of telling her to keep her hands off my man"

Joel choked, he literally choked on his own saliva and just then, just when he was about to have a heart attack, Tommy entered the house, his eyes immediately going to the image before him with more than a little amusement.

"What have I walked into?" he grinned, walking over to the kitchen "And why does my brother look a breath away from exploding?" he laughed, his hands gesturing to Joel.

"y/n here was giving me way too much information that I certainly didn't want to know" Ellie explained, looking at you pointedly for the last part of her sentence, making you chuckle.

"About what?" Tommy asked

"About the work of art I left on your brother's neck"

"wha-Ohhh" he breathed, smiling like a smug bastard as he understood what you were talking about "Janine tried something again I presume?" 

"You presume right" you smiled, giving Joel a little kiss on the cheek and stifling a smile at how terrified he seemed "for the last time"

"You ok baby?" you asked, stroking his cheek

His gaze was on Ellie, his mouth parted in shock.

"You still with us man?" she asked, giggling softly, making him shake his head to try and get his mind to start working again.

And then, then the words came tumbling off his tongue, filled with what sounded like pure panic

"S-since when do you know what a hickey is!?"

Everyone in the room except him laughed, but when the shock on his features persisted, and Ellie regained her composure, she answered.

"I'm not a kid Joel, I know what sex is"

Another pang to his poor heart, 

he felt all the organs inside him twist into a knot

what the fuck was happening?

Did she just say-

"sex!?" he cried, looking a second away from having a mental breakdown "I-I never said sex- H-how do you even know- I- You- You're too young- I-I"

"ok ok ok" you tried your best not to chuckle, intervening before his heart really decided to stop "How 'bout we go outside for a moment huh? Take a few deep breaths? How about that?" you murmured, soothingly drawing circles on his back 

He looked at you then, looking every bit as disheveled as he sounded 

"y-yeah" he swallowed thickly, "I-I think that's a good idea"

He looked back at Ellie for a moment to make sure this wasn't a nightmare and he didn't just make that up, before you both left the room.

And as if on cue, the second you did, Tommy and Ellie started laughing like maniacs.

"I don't think I've ever seen him so scared" Ellie laughed, as Tommy sat next to her, patting her back

"Neither have I" he chuckled, none of them saying anything before an idea came to his mind.

a hell of a funny one

"ten bucks if you tell him you know what porn is"

[uzubebe]

purgatory

type: one shot

pairings: dean winchester x fem!reader (mutual pining, friends to lovers?), sam winchester x fem!reader (estranged besties)

disclaimer: i don’t write often, but i’ve been rewatching supernatural and i have so many idea. this may not be the best, but just some self indulgence. i love sammy with my whole heart but he needed to be told off ok.

summary: the dick was dead. dean and cas were gone. and you didn’t rest a wink while searching for them. unfortunately it turns out dean wasn’t the only one sam abandoned that year.

“cmon there has the be something” you sighed, aimlessly scrolling through 14 open tabs on your laptop and a pile of messy papers scattered across the motel table. you slammed your hands on the table in frustration, letting out a shaky breath and gripping your fists tight.

it had been a year. an entire year without dean winchester. the second he vanished you had delved into aimless research in a desperate attempt to find him. you had to busy yourself, because thinking about his absence for too long caused an indescribable pain to open up in your chest.

you had only broken down three times in your year long search, which you figured was a record for someone going through what you were. you’d spent countless nights crying yourself into restless sleep, sleep filled with dreams and nightmares about the eldest winchester.

you crammed your hands to your tired eyes in a hurry, shaking your head vigorously in an attempt to wake yourself. you had to focus because you sure as hell knew sam wasn’t doing anything about it.

after deans disappearance sam explained that he needed time and space, which you understood. you cared for him just as much as you cared for his eldest brother. he had been your best friend for as long as you could remeber. and this was his brother, someone he didn’t want to learn how to live without.

you didn’t realize that time and space meant him also disappearing for an entire year with zero contact. you tried to understand him in the beginning, tried to rationalize why he would leave with no warning or explanation, because there had to be one right ? after four months you decided he wasn’t coming back and it was your job to find his brother.

you felt tears well in the corners on your eyes, inhaling a sharp breath and stretching your arms to regain your composure, gearing up for more research instead of dwelling on the loneliness.

you were pulled from your thoughts as your phone began vibrating vigorously from your bag. you quickly pulled yourself from the chair, feeling your body creak, this year had aged you in more ways than one.

you pulled your phone from the bag and froze. you narrowed your eyes, studying the caller id in absolute astonishment.

dean winchester.

you scoffed in disbelief, settling on the first emotion that bumbled up your throat, anger. you quickly hit the answer button.

“listen, i don’t know who the fuck this is. but lose this fucking number, i don’t have time for prank-“ you started spitting vigorously into the phone, being cut off at the gruff laugh that echoed through the speaker.

“…dean?” you whispered. it couldn’t be. how was he calling you?

“yeah, y/n. it’s me” he said softly, this time the tears came pouring out without warning, you let out a sad sob mixed with some kind of laugh.

“where are you? please tell me where you are.” you begged, he quickly gave you his address and within second you were tumbling into your car and speeding to him.

-

once arriving you let out a sigh, mentally preparing yourself for something you had been longing for for the last year. after 2-3 seconds of this you decided you couldn’t wait a second longer. you barreled out of the car and began your search for their motel room, suddenly turning into an olympic runner as you looked at each room number. you breath hitched in your chest as you finally arrived in front of the door. you knocked briefly before swiftly barreling into the room. nothing could’ve stopped you from getting inside that room, and there was no time for pleasantries and manners.

“dean!?” you screeched, scanning the room. your eyes landed on him as he stood from the motel bed to greet you, a sense of overwhelming relief washed over you as you ran to him.

within second you were in his arm, tears flooding your eyes as you buried your head into his chest. you felt an arm tighten around you waist, as he cradled the back of your head with his free hand.

“shh, it’s okay y/n. i’m here. i’ve got you.” he whispered, trying to calm you from the heartbreaking sobs escaping your chest. you gripped the back of his shirt, pulling him as close as you could, fearing that if you let go he may disappear once again. after what felt like hours and finally realizing that this was real, you slowly pulled for him allowing him a minute to truly study your appearance.

you looked exhausted. your hair that had been previously above your shoulders now hanging loosely below your shoulder blades, tangled and messy. the bags under your eyes had grown, and you looked like you hadn’t eaten a proper meal in ages.

“y/n…what happened? are you okay?” he asked, concern flooding into his pretty green eyes. you let out a laugh and wiped your nose. you moved from him slightly, opting to grip one of his hands to keep yourself grounded.

“uh..you happened. i’ve been looking in every nook and cranny in this god forsaken country trying to find you.” you explained, sending him a melancholy smile. he studied you, pulling you to him and setting a soft kiss to your forehead.

“thank you. i’m sorry. i wish i could’ve been here.” he whispered, setting his forehead to yours. you closed your eyes, smiling softly.

“you’re here now.” you realized, letting out a breath that it felt like you had been holding for the past year. it felt like you had been suffocating all this time, and seeing him finally allowed you to breath properly again. you were basking in this feeling, inhaling the fresh oxygen that would only be provided by the presence of dean winchester.

you were trapped in your thoughts, that was until you heard a slight cough from behind dean, interrupting your moment.

“if you’re going to say something. don’t.” you demanded moving from dean, and seeing his younger brother sitting awkwardly on the bed behind him.

“listen-“ sam began, but you quickly cut him on, shaking your head as you moved further into his view.

“no sam. i don’t have to listen. you left. crowley told you that you were on your own and you just took his fucking word and ran with it. i was here. i was here the entire time and you just left ! so you don’t get to tell me to “listen.” not when i spent the last year destroying myself to find your brother, while you went off and got a fucking dog.” you spat, sam straightened up slightly, fidgeting with his hands. you were shaking uncontrollably, the prior moment of bliss was being overpowered by the rage and loneliness you had kept locked up throughout the last year.

“how do you…?” he asked, trailing off as he tried to gain the courage to meet your eyes again. you let out a cynical laugh, balling your hands into a tight fist.

“yeah. i looked for you. i was concerned. i needed to make sure you were okay. but you’ll never guess what i found. to my pleasant surprise i saw you playing house with a pretty brunette and friendly little dog. so you’ll have to give me a lot more than a sob story about how you couldn’t handle dean being gone for me to ever forgive you.” you said, moving closer to sam. he hadn’t ever seen you this way, so angry. he had to admit he was slightly unnerved and almost scared.

“because you know who else couldn’t handle it ? me. but i didn’t just lose dean, i lost you too. i called you daily for weeks, desperate for some kind of explanation. i was going out of my mind, alone in dingy motel rooms without the two people i needed most. and then, after a few months, i couldn’t even get your voicemail, just an automated voice telling me i was desperately trying to reach a disconnected number.” you were seething. you felt like every vessel pumping your blood was boiling, your raging heartbeat pounding in your ears, you thought you might pass out.

“so i don’t want to hear about how there was “a girl.” because there was a girl here the whole goddamn time. a girl who had been by your side for years. and you. still. left.” you continued, sam found himself staring at the floor, studying its pattern, because he couldn’t take the look of absolute betrayal that consumed your eyes.

“and guess what ? i didn’t get the fairytale year you had. because my person, the one i wanted to be with. the one i wanted to settle down and get a fucking dog with, was gone!” sam flinched at your tone. by the end of it, you found yourself screaming, throat feeling hoarse as you finally took a breath.

you calmed instantly as you felt deans hand reach for yours. you inhaled a deep breath and turned to him. not even realizing you had practically confessed to the years of pent of feelings you had for the man.

“y/n. i understand. really, i’m upset too. angry even. but let’s take a breather, yeah? you need a good meal, and an even better nap. why don’t we get out of here, give each other some space, regroup later?” dean suggested. you hadn’t noticed his watery eyes and unsteady voice. he was brought almost to tears at the state you were in, at what his absence had caused. you nodded slowly moving closer to him. sam slowly stood up.

“just call me when you guys are ready. y/n…i’m sorry. i really am.” he whispered, you didn’t turn around to look at him. you knew yourself well enough to know that those puppy dog eyes would make you feel insurmountable guilt, they always had. but you didn’t regret what you had said, it was the truth. and right now, you weren’t sure what could help you forgive your former best friend.

dean gave your hand a reassuring squeeze. he looked back to sam and sent him a sad smile as he led you out of the motel room.

he stopped and turned to you once the door clicked shut. he studied you, narrowing his eyes as you suddenly became incredibly fascinated with the small rock next to your left foot. you forgot what it felt like to have him watching you so intensely.

“where were you?” you whispered, finally meeting his gaze, relief washing over you instantly, he was here. he was real.

“uh…purgatory. guess standing to close to dick when he died gave me a one way ticket to his afterlife.” dean explained, you scoffed slightly, mentally punching yourself at the realization.

“fucking purgatory. of course. i should’ve figured that out. god.” you cursed yourself, how could you have been so stupid ? of course he was in fucking purgatory. dean picked up on the fact that you were internally blaming yourself for his disappearance and immediately took action.

“hey. hey.” he whispered, settings his hands on either side of your face, forcing you to look at him. he bent down to your level, a stern look on his face.

“do not, for one second, blame yourself. none of this was your fault, and you’ve done more than i could’ve ever anticipated. i know it was a hard, even excruciating year, but i’m here now. and i’m not going anywhere.” dean insisted, you studied the look in his eyes. it was one you hadn’t seen from him before, or maybe it had been so long that you just needed to re-educate yourself on his mannerisms.

“okay. thank you.” you whispered, setting one of your hands atop his. he scoffed slightly at you thanking him, when they should’ve all been thanking you.

“cmon, let’s get you something to eat sweetheart.” dean smiled, moving to your side, wrapping an arm around your shoulders and walking you towards the car. you nuzzled into his side, wrapping your arms instinctively around his waist.

“think i made sam cry.” you scoffed slightly, replaying the intense speech you shoved down sam’s throat.

“yeah well i’m thinking maybe he needed to hear it.” dean stated, you let out a sigh and nodded.

“and for the record, i would’ve really liked it. settling down and getting a dog with you. i wouldn’t have wanted to do it with anyone else.” dean declared, setting his lips to the top of your head, feeling him slightly smile into your hair. you’re smile grew, it felt like your heart was finally beating normally again. you dug your head further into his side in embarrassment.

“well i guess we’ll just have to make up for lost time.” you whispered, giving deans waist a reassuring squeeze.

“great plan, so we thinking doberman? golden retriever? maybe something small like a chihuahua or something?” dean joked, pulled you tighter into his chest with a laugh.

“shut up” you giggled, punching his chest playfully, sending him a big grin as he continued to chuckle. and since being back, dean felt okay again, at least for that moment. cause the two of you were together once again, and he had the ability to make you smile like that. he wanted to do it for the rest of his life.

[solar-wing]

⚣ Paralyzed 🕷️

⚣🕷️ A/N → so the yandere/whump fic starring our very own Miguel O'Hara becomes a reality. watching his scenes back in the movie really gets you thinking. Either way definitely will be doing more content with him. WARNINGS: 18+ MDNI | Yandere Miguel O'Hara | Darling Male Reader | Reader is Spiderman in their dimension | Abduction/Kidnapping | Forced Paralysis |Bondage | Emotional & Mental Manipulation |

⚣🕷️ Summary → He should've seen the signs. Should have paid attention to the warnings. If he'd been aware of what he was capable of, he could've been prepared, or at least gotten away safely. Then again, an obsession was something people didn't just give up easily, especially Miguel O'Hara.

⚣🕷️ Words → 2.6K

REBLOGS & replies are greatly appreciated, please! 💛

⚣ ENJOY 🕷️

The signs were clear from the beginning.

All he could think about as his body lay limp was how he missed, or rather ignored every single sign that led to this. Every red flag that was warning him of this moment as the cause of his current paralyzed state kneeled behind him, propping his body up while fastening and securing the scarlet-red web bonds around his body.

“No more running. No more hiding. No volverás a escaparte de mí, cariño.”

The words were not met without merit. From his securely tied legs to the red webs wrapped around his body keeping his arms trapped to his sides, his captor took away any possibility of an escape attempt. He'd lost him once, and he would allow even the slightest chance of losing him again to exist in this dimension or any other for that matter.

It didn't stop him from trying though as he struggled, doing his best to will his body into healing and purging the paralytic toxins from his blood so he could regain his mobility. But, it was no use.

His fate had been set in stone as he was lifted off the ground and placed on the hulking man's shoulder, carried out of the motel room he’d been hiding staying in, the last view of his freedom slipping away farther and farther. Now, it was back to a life of captivity and restrictions all around him, bound to someone he would never love, but who would never not love him.

Had Y/N known Miguel O’Hara, aka Spiderman 2099, would have turned out to be an obsessive and demented mental case, determined to live out his failed love life through him, he'd have thought twice before accepting the Spider's invitation to join his team. Heck, he never would've even showed up to that damn fight with that anomaly on his Earth all that time ago that led to all this.

*13 Months Ago*

Y/N could hear the static noise from the police scanner that was in his book bag, ears perking at the voice coming on the other side detailing an incident or attack at Madison Square Garden, where his dad and other police were working security detail for an event. From the description, it sounded like Kraven, only Y/N couldn't think of a reason why he would attack such a massive event when his usual goal was always to capture him.

However, when Y/N arrived on the scene after getting the police and his dad out of harm's way, he was surprised to see that whoever the Kraven that he knew was not the Kraven attacking the event center. In fact, he wasn't even sure this was Kraven, though he had the same attire. This guy was massive, built like a giant, and dressed like a caveman or Neanderthal.

He apparently shared similar abilities to the hunter he knew, able to track him and move fast, but unlike his usual counterpart, the one in front of him seemed to be stronger. And it would seem he knew him too or at least another version of him if the way he started screaming "Spider! Spider! Spider," over and over again, switching his focus from attacking random attendees and venue staff to now trying to catch him.

Of course, different person, with different tactics, ones Y/N was not used to as he leaped, dodged, and fought with the primate Kraven in the event center, the guy seemingly trying less to straight up kill him and more trying to capture him. Maybe not that different from his Kraven at all.

After some more time and failed attempts, the primate hunter seemed to realize he wouldn't be able to catch him or his web the way he was trying and instead changed tactics, making a break for the door. Panicking at the thought of this guy getting loose in his city, he without thinking rationally went after him only to fall right into hunter's trap when he found himself getting tackled into a wall after the guy jumped out of his hiding spot when he realized his lure worked.

His mind was fuzzy as the hunter held him against the wall by his neck, his feet not touching the ground. He was struggling to breathe and was trying to free his wrists from the tight grip they were being held in.

"Caught you, Spider," the hunter chuckled, squeezing tighter, his large fingers digging into the flesh of his neck as he lifted him off the wall and held him in the air. Y/N's eyes were wide with fear, his hands holding on the wrists of the hunter as he struggled to breathe and keep himself up.

Suddenly, he was over the hunter's shoulder, his vision blurry from the lack of oxygen and the rapid movement.

"Let me go!" He heard a raspy voice shout, and it took him a minute to register that it was his own. He was kicking and fighting, but the hunter held him tightly, not allowing him any chance of escape.

The hunter walked slowly through the empty hallways of the arena as the sound of police sirens rang outside, seemingly overwhelmed by all the noises around him but still looking for something. "Den. Home. This not home," he grumbled, his voice deep and low.

"No kidding," He mumbled, continuing his struggle as he was carried.

The hunter's hand gripped the back of his knees, squeezing slightly in warning. "Find den. Go home."

When they made it to the stadium center, Kraven stood at the top of a staircase looking around while the Spider looked for a way out. While he was looking, he found himself abruptly, on the ground and no longer being held by the hunter, who seemed to be having some uncontrollable, tweaking moment.

Weird, but convenient until the Hunter grabbed him again before he could web away to a safe distance. Suddenly, just behind where they came from, something bright and wide appeared in the middle of the path, swirling with colors, like a portal.

"What the..." He didn't get a chance to finish before the hunter turned around to also observe the phenomenon, a loud whirring coming from it before a red and blue figure suddenly shot out of the portal, tackling the primate Kraven, causing him to drop the Spider again.

Serves him right.

When Y/N made his way down to the floor, he came across his savior, standing up from the ground with a digital cape that dematerialized as he stood up to his full height. His head turned slightly to the approaching Spiderwing behind him cautiously.

"Okay, weird and spontaneous entrance aside, and thanks for the save, but who the heck are you?" Y/N asked.

"Classified," the man, Miguel said, his voice was gruff, and his demeanor overly serious and imposing.

Y/N held a hand to his chin, analyzing the man before him, "Blue Assassin?"

"No," the man replied.

"The Red Caped Crusader?"

"No, I'm–"

"Attitude Dracula?"

"No, stop–"

"Cyber Luchador?"

"No, I'm from a different dimension," Miguel interrupted, his irritation growing.

"A different dimension?" Y/N feigned shock, "Yeah, that's not as shocking as you think it is, big guy."

Miguel raised an eyebrow, "I'm sorry, what? How are you not freaked out by this? I just came out of a dimensional portal in the middle of a public arena and you're not surprised?"

"Dude, I got bit by a radioactive spider, got superhuman abilities, and fight crazy idiots on a regular basis who come up with all sorts of hair-brained schemes. Plus, I watch a ridiculous amount of SCI-FI and supernatural shows and movies. Different dimensions are really not as plot-twisting as you think it is. Now, back to the important questions...Emo Daffy?"

"Not funny," The man interjected, "My name is Miguel O'Hara, also known as Spiderman in my dimension like you are in yours."

"So, not Emo Daffy then? Huh, that name would've suited better," Y/N smirked, earning a glare from Miguel as he looked him over, noticing the watch on his wrist, "Oh, nice watch. That how you dimension hop?" He asked, reaching for the watch.

"It's much cooler than a watch," Miguel replied, reaching his wrist back to keep the smaller Spider at bay.

"Yikes, sensitive much? Well, nice to meet you, Miguel. But, there's a confused and brutish caveman hunter probably stomping around, that I should get back to dealing with, so if you don't mind," He pointed toward the direction they came from.

"From what I saw before I came in, better you stay out of the way.. I'll take it from here," Miguel responded, not so subtly shading him for his earlier 'position' with the hunter, who speaking of, was slowly creeping up behind the red-and-blue masked Spider.

"No problem, knock yourself out," Y/N said leaning to the side.

"Huh, why are you saying it like that?"

Y/N stepped to the side as a very pissed-off hunter charged and tackled him from behind, chuckling a little when Miguel yelled at him for not being funny before going to help.

With the added backup now (not that he needed it), Y/N could better focus his attacks now that the hunter's full attention was on him. And since his sudden new partner seemed to know more about this than he did, he got a little more context.

This version of Kraven was from a dimension where they indeed still lived like primates or cavemen, but still had their own developed societies. That world's version of Spiderman was this Kraven's target, that part remained consistent.

However, the reasons he was trying to capture the Spider may have been a little different than what Y/N was expecting. Suddenly, he found himself a bit more grateful for Emo Daffy's appearance.

But, despite their initial introduction, the two Spiders were able to work well together, and with this Kraven having no experience against their weapons and abilities, especially Miguel's, they were able to take him down fairly quickly. Y/N had missed the part where the Spiderman from 2099 used a more special ability to incapacitate the hunter, making it easier to handle him since he couldn't move.

After Miguel had properly secured the hunter, he used the same watch Y/N was ogling earlier to open another portal. Before he left, he delivered some unexpected news to the Earth-6998 Spider.

"Well, that's that. Nice working with you, Spider. Try not to almost get captured next time," he said, in a sarcastic tone.

"Can't help it that I'm such a prize in their eyes," Y/N said.

Despite his joking tone, an air of suspense could be felt by the smaller Spider. Y/N couldn't tell due to the mask, but there was a quick, almost fleeting moment where he could feel Miguel's gaze on him, staring him down. It made the hairs on the back of his neck stand up.

"Yeah, you are," he finally said.

Though, it was definitely plausible that he could've said that in a completely unserious, sarcastic manner as he'd been doing the entire time they'd spent fighting the hunter who was currently hanging over his shoulder (ironic), it didn't feel like it. There was something else there, a hint of emotion that Y/N couldn't pinpoint.

"Yeah, we'll see you around, I guess. Thanks for the help," Y/N said.

"Hold on," the older Spider interjected, "I know you just met me, but have you ever wondered exactly how many others like you are out there?"

"Like me? You mean other spiders? I mean, yeah sure. Pretty sure everyone has had that thought at some point," the younger man joked, "What's your point?"

Hence, the beginning of a new journey in the young Spiderwing's life, and the first warning sign ignored.

Miguel decided to take the scenic route home, wanting to enjoy the relieving feeling of finally having his love back in his arms safe. There was nothing wrong with him wanting to relish in his victory a little.

He did have to bite him again when Y/N's healing had managed to rid enough of his venom from his blood, giving him enough control back over his body to fight against his hold. Despite the warnings Miguel tried to give him, Y/N wouldn't listen, still trying to free himself, even if it wouldn't accomplish anything due to his restrained state.

And while it did hurt him to see his love fighting so hard to get away from him, Miguel couldn't deny the pleasure he got from forcing him into defeat. When the young Spider knocked himself a little too hard into the side of Miguel's head, the Earth-982 reveled in sick joy grabbing his prize off the ground, pressing him against the brick surface, and forcing his head to the side so he could sink his venomous fangs into the delicate skin once more.

He only injected a small dose, not wanting to leave any permanent effects on him, but he enjoyed the feeling of the smaller body squirming against his own until it eventually went limp once more. The sounds of his moans and whines as he bit and kissed his skin, tasting his flesh, was a delicious symphony to his ears.

"If I were you Y/N, I would quit it with the defiant behavior and escape attempts. I may have been easy on you since I was so relieved at finding you safe, but don't think I'm above handling you with more forceful methods. Especially considering my unaddressed grief from your long disappearance. All that to say, no me presiones, cariño," Miguel whispered into his ear, a threat and a promise.

Miguel's elongated claws pressed into the helpless Spider's body, eliciting more whimpers from the paralyzed man. Even in his powerless state, the brawny Latino could feel the distress and panic from the smaller Spider, which accomplished nothing but turning him on.

He could've taken him right there in that alley. Could've forced him on his knees and fucked his mouth, or pressed his face against the wall and taken him from behind, his cries muffled against the cold bricks, the fabric of his suit torn to expose parts of his body from their earlier scuffle in his motel room.

He was already half-hard in his suit, his member twitching and aching to be released, missing the tight heat of his love's body. But, he was a patient man. He could wait until the time was right.

Miguel looked down into the orbs staring up at him in hatred and fear, feeling his gut twist unpleasantly at the sight. He do something about that in the future, vowing to earn his love's affection and respect, to make him happy, and to show him that the life he wanted to give him was worth the freedom and choices taken away.

But, for now, he was content to accept the docile and forced submission from the Spider, his expression in defeat but the defiant spirit in his eyes still there. He'd take care of that too in time.

Y/N stared up at the man towering above him, truly seeing him as the monster and villain that he hid from everyone around him. This was the real Miguel O'Hara, a sight that lived in his nightmares before and would continue to with this new memory burned into his mind for ages to come.

"Let's go, mi amor,” Miguel said, hoisting the paralyzed man onto his shoulder once more, "Nunca volverás a estar lejos de mí, mi amor."

☀️ | Miguel O'Hara/Spiderman 2099 | ☀️

☀️ | Masterlists | ☀️

[lxndonorris]

warmth - Logan Sargeant

Y/N x Logan Sargeant Theme: fluff, touching (light) you need a break from studying and cuddle with your boyfriend Logan x word count: 1100+ taglist: @game-set-canet (sorry for the wait, had exams and stuff but they are nearly over, so :)) gif by me.

It's always been this way. Studying is exhausting, so you push it away and focus on other things while the day of the exam keeps creeping up on you. Months turn into weeks, and weeks into days, while you try to manage your life the best way possible. Your boyfriend, Logan, tries to support you, but, to be fair, more often than not, he's a welcome distraction.

Right now, there is no way you can procrastinate any longer. It's Friday, and the exam is set for Tuesday. You're sitting at your desk; what feels like a dozen textbooks lie in front of you, with the artificial light making it even harder to keep your eyes open. You've read the same chapters and the same lines at least half a dozen times, but you feel like it isn't enough.

Your laptop already went dark like ten minutes ago; the battery probably died from exhaustion as well, but something inside you isn't ready to stop yet. Steadying your head with your hand against your forehead, you let out a low sigh and take a deep breath. 'How are you supposed to get all of this into your head until Tuesday? Clearly, there wasn't enough time', you think to yourself. No, you were just too busy procrastinating.

That's when you see the reflection of your boyfriend on your screen. He's lying on the bed right behind you, one hand casually resting on his tummy, stroking himself through his white shirt, while his other hand is leaning against his face, covering a coy smile with two fingers.

Logan notices you watching him, and he holds back a soft smile. Exhausted, you turn your head toward him, raising an eyebrow.

"Don't give me that look." You say this, shaking your head slowly.

"I have no clue what you're talking about." He says, raising both of his eyebrows, trying to play the innocent one, but the smile he's holding back is giving it away.

That vicious, cute look on his face. He would always look at you like that when he was craving attention. Cuddles, kisses, hugs, anything. It's not hard to look through him after being with him for nearly a year.

"Logan." You mentally raise a finger as if scolding him, but he just giggles quietly. "You looking at me like that makes it really hard to concentrate."

Holding back a smile for yourself, you turn back to your textbooks and start to read the same lines for the seventh time.

However, you can't help but look at Logan through the screen again, and he's giggling still, but he tries to regain his composure.

You turn your face again, but before you can open your mouth, he stops you.

"Look." Logan says, trying so hard not to giggle. "I just think you should take a break." He runs a hand through his messy hair as he sits up.

"I can't." You let out another long sigh before you turned back to the books. The words keep melting together, almost spinning. Clearly, you're way too tired to keep studying.

That's when you feel Logan's hands on your shoulder, before he wraps you in a warm hug from behind. 

"You've been studying for hours, Y/N." He breathes and places a few kisses on your neck. Feeling his soft lips against your skin gives you goosebumps.

"I know." You say, leaning back against his firm chest, embracing his arms around your chest.

"You need a break." He says it softly and rubs his head gently against yours, slightly pulling you back into him.

Struggling to keep your eyes open, you give in.

"Fine. You're right." Logan purrs quietly, leading you toward the bed, one of his hands running along your arm. It tickles as his fingertips brush over your skin.

Together, you get on the bed. Logan is the first one to lie down, inviting you to lie down right next to him.

Carefully and slowly, you snuggle up against his chest, using his left arm as a pillow. Letting out a low groan, you rub your face against his chest, causing him to giggle again.

"See, you must be exhausted." He says, with his voice a little rougher than before.

Logan kisses your forehead and moves a little closer so he can stroke the small of your back with his other hand. It feels good—soothing, almost. It feels even better once his fingers slide underneath your shirt—a tender touch, with his fingertips gently dancing across your skin.

At the same time, you let one of your hands slip inside his shirt as well. It feels so good to run your fingers across his chest, feeling his firm chest, his soft, warm skin, and the way his chest heaves with every little breath he takes.

"Mhmm." Logan purrs again, rubbing his head gently against yours.

"That's what you wanted, eh?" You lift your head to meet his warm gaze.

He licks his lips quickly as a shy smile forms on them. "Yes." Logan's face flushes with color.

"But you deserve a break." He nods comfortingly, knowing very well that you're stressing yourself out, even though there is no point in studying when you're that tired.

"I know." You lean in and kiss him once, then twice. He embraces your lips on his own as his hand wanders down your back, across your buttocks, and to your thighs.

You can feel his thumb stroking you, causing you to giggle into his mouth.

"I couldn't help myself." He giggles as well and kisses you again before you two get even closer, cuddling again.

While he keeps stroking your thighs, you return the favor by stroking his tummy, just the way he likes it, causing him to purr like a happy kitten.

Now, you're lying face-to-face, looking into each other's eyes. There is no need for words; it just feels so good to not think about exams, textbooks, or anything else.

"Thank you." You breathe deeply, moving a little closer toward him, and hug him with both of your hands now underneath his clothes.

Logan embraces you right away and rests his head against yours.

"You're welcome." He growls, stroking the small of your back again, while you take in the warmth of his body and the faint scent of his cologne.

With a soft smile, you rest your head against his firm chest, and he embraces you even closer—like wrapping you in a warm glow.

After a while, you fall asleep inside his arms while he watches over you, just for a little while longer, before he too falls asleep.

[kaeddehara]

♱ — STUDYING WITH ALBEDO — NSFW

+. NOTES — this is a slightly longer than anticipated drabble about your perverted classmate albedo who’s top of his class. he’s been eyeing you for some time and unnoticed by him, you might share those same feelings for him…!

+. WARNINGS — nsfw + mdni + blowjob + virgin bedo + college au + voyerism + exhibitionism + slight hair pulling + shy!virigin!bedo x dominate!experienced!reader !

albedo had a similar routine of study sessions he held for those who asked for help from him. it was few, but in those times, he enjoyed it. often being so quiet and kept to himself, getting to not only talk to others but it being about something he really enjoys? it brings out the absolute best in him! that’s not to say when he found out you wanted to have a study session with him, he practically stuttered over his words and face turned red. having such a cute girl like you wanting to spend time with him was making albedo hot in the face. even if it was just studying. you seemed so sweet, gentle even with a calming energy that matched his own. even then, albedo has little to no experience talking with girls. he often found his eyes wandering and heart pumping so fast he couldn’t hear anything except it. how pathetic he was, overthinking every little detail even though all you probably wanted was some quick studying in.

“albedo?”

you said a little louder to get his attention. he’s been spacing out for some time now and it was starting to worry you. his eyes finally darting everywhere as he regains his focus.

“i-i’m um—“

he stutters over his words which you found adorable.

trying your best to hold back a smirk as you give him a small smile.

“my apologies, start over again with what you were saying”.

so sweet of him.

though, it was a good cover up for how he really was. you’d follow where his pretty blue eyes wandered and sometimes could even make out a faint outline of his bulge in his pants. how cute. he could barley keep it together around you. you started over from where you were as albedo continued your study session. he was surprisingly a good instructor when he got into topics he enjoyed. his otherwise quiet and cold demeanor was soon pushed away. but before you could get too distracted, you asked him a question while he began to pack things up.

“why not let me treat you! it’s well deserved after all”

albedo scratched the side of his face in thought. he didn’t know the next time he’d have a chance like this but what if you weren’t even into him at all? he mentally sighed as he knew he shouldn’t even be thinking of asking you of anything. if anything, you probably just felt bad for him right?

“there’s no need please, im more than happy just to help you with class work”

you sighed a little at his response but also wanted to smile at how respectful he came off.

“how about…i help you out with something else?”

“something else?”

“someone’s gonna see, someone’s gonna- ah-!”

albedo covered his mouth as quickly as he let that pathetic whine out. taking a good look around to make sure no one else was there to witness what was going down. how could you get both of you in such a risky situation? you only continued on your reward for albedo as you tugged at his waist band. he pushed up his glasses up as he tried to regain some control of the situation. your pretty hands teasing their way along albedos rather warm skin. his eyes shut at your touch, being so nervous and going solely based off his bodies reactions.

it felt so foreign yet so heavenly for albedo it was hard to contain any sort of composure. finally pulling down his pants enough to release him, he felt the cold air touch his hot to the touch skin. seething slightly at the feeling, albedo lowly groaned, a hand soon coming to cover his mouth and avoid any unwanted attention or getting caught. letting his cock release from the constriction of his pants as his aching hard cock bobbed under its own weight. from someone of albedos stature, it was a pretty impressive size. such a pretty color and shape too. the soft outline of his v-line tempted you go hard to continue teasing but thought it best to get down to it straight away to save him the build up.

always having a feeling these kinda boys were hiding something. the thickness made you drool at the thought of how nice he would feel stretching you out, but that would have to be saved for another time <3. this only urging yourself to wrap your fingers around him and gently pump his aching cock up and down in rhythmic motions. you looked up to albedo, watching his pretty features become distorted with this overwhelming pleasure.

“f-fuck that feels good”

he couldn’t even hold back his own thoughts anymore. best part was, you hadn’t even gotten to the actual reward.

“you can’t deny me now can you bedo?” you teasingly joked with him as he shifted his hips in his seat to look more natural.

“hah..i guess..”

you giggled at his attempt to keep a cool face and quiet voice even though his heart was racing. as you continued stroking him, you’d watched him become more relaxed, taking this as a sign to move on. you moved your face closer to his swelled tip before looking up to him once more. feeling your breath on his skin was such a heavenly feeling in itself. still keeping that eye contact, you began to give his neglected tip gentle licks and kisses. as you did so you pulled back for a moment to ask albedo a question.

“have you ever gotten a blowjob albedo?” already knowing the answer but still wanting to hear what he had to say.

“n-no..”

you could tell he was embarrassed and you loved hearing that in his voice. smiling, you let your spit begin to drip down one of his many thick, pulsing veins as you once again stroked his now slicked cock. the lewd sounds of albedos cock being pumped while you continued to kiss and lick his tip were already getting you needy.

“guess i’ll be your first then hm?” albedos cheeks where flushed along with his mouth being slightly parted. he looked so pretty all messy for you. he nodded awkwardly but that didn’t last for long as you soon took albedo inside your tight, hot mouth. albedos back practically arched at the feeling. as his hand, out of some sort of instinct, made its way to your hair. you looked up to him while stilling him inside your mouth. he’s so fucking cute you can’t wait to show him what else you can make him feel. starting to bob your head gently up and down albedo still had to get used to the feeling of your mouth.

he’d seen this in porn he’s watched many times before but never would he have imagined it feeling so damn good. his pretty blue eyes becoming half lidded because of the immense pleasure. focusing on your mouth, you moved your hands up to rest of his thigh.

taking glances up to see if albedo was enjoying his first ever blowjob and yet, you could tell he was still so stressed and worried about getting caught. even while knowing there was no one else in the library at that time. squeezing at his thigh and rubbing your thumb into the soft flesh to help him relax and soothe his beating heart. he did appreciate it even while he couldn’t help his body.

“i-i’m so sorry i meant to warn you but-“

albedo cut himself off short when he saw you swallow his cum and lick your lips after. being so in awe of how sensual you were, his pretty class mate licking up his cum in the library after a study session sounded nothing more than a dream after all. putting your hands on his thighs again, you gave him a small smile.

“nothing to be sorry about bedo, you taste nice anyway”

his face was distorted with some sort of rather shocked yet pleased feeling. he pushed up his glasses awkwardly but so cutely after receiving something you’re sure will cloud his mind for weeks. so in awe of how nice you were towards someone like him.

“let’s do this again sometime bedo, next time we can take it to my dorm”

“may i ask— why did you do this for me?”

you smiled gently at his question.

“to thank you for helping me out, it’s only fair right?”

albedo thought about your response momentarily before you leaned in closer to his body.

“also, because i think you’re cute silly”

leaving a small kiss on his thigh, he tensed up but never once denied you of anything. having albedo wrapped around your finger was such an easy task that had been earned <3.

albedo was still twitching slightly from his orgasm, especially his sensitive little thighs, so you took his silence as a compliment. who knew treating that cute, nerdy boy would be such a reward.

“see you next study session yeah?”

[ddarker-dreams]

Keychains.

Makima x F Reader.

Warnings: Slightly unhealthy undertones bc, y’know, Makima . Word count: 1k. 

“… And after I see how that goes, we’ll meet again in a week’s time to review…”

You want to focus. You should be able to focus, given your serious line of profession, which entails risking your life in a seemingly endless uphill battle against the supernatural. There is no justifiable reason you’ll be able to offer when your superior inevitably picks up on your wandering attention span.

Is it ever exhausting, to be as keenly aware as she is? To her, everyone else must seem like they live wearing horse blinders, bumping into each other, and making a general ruckus. Does she find it pathetic, or amusing?

Considering how difficult Makima is to read, you doubt you’ll ever be able to tell.

“I’m transferring you to our Hokkaido branch, effective immediately.”

This abrupt declaration breaks through the mental wall you’ve built up like a knife stabbed into your abdomen.

“Wait, really? What good can I do up there?”

“Gotcha,” she hums, her eyes smiling where her mouth does not. “You weren’t listening. I assume you are now, correct?”

“I’ve never been a fan of the cold, so yeah, that reeled me back in.”

“What managed to steal my [First]’s attention, I wonder?” Makima muses, muted mischief in her tone. She follows your line of sight — more for show, if you had to guess — finding an array of capsule toy machines to be the culprit. Your cheeks burn and you hang your head in embarrassment when she turns back to face you.

The following silence drags on for a painfully long few seconds. Just when you fear your professional image in Makima’s eyes has been ruined forever, she posits,

“Want to play?”

You sputter, your head snapping up to gauge her expression, which betrays nothing as usual. If your life depended on it, you would still be unable to guess if she was joking or not. She had a penchant for saying the most unusual things without batting an eyelash. It’d always come out of seemingly nowhere, too. She could go from discussing the most bureaucratic topics to making you wonder if your ears are working properly. The present predicament is an excellent example of this.

Really, you should awkwardly laugh and wave this issue off, getting back to the important matters at hand here—

“Be honest.”

“I do,” you say before you can even think to stop yourself. Huh? “I don’t have any change, though.”

Makima procures a 100 yen coin from her blazer’s inner breast pocket. “Win something good.”

For some reason or another, you feel compelled to accept the bizarre offer. Her fingers brush against yours ever so slightly when you take the coin. Without further delay, you make your way over, acutely aware of how silly this must appear to any onlooker. A grown woman dressed in a pressed suit and tie eagerly half-jogging to some capsule toy machines? The people’s hard-earned tax dollars at their best.

Childlike delight at the cute options listed quickly overshadows the self-awareness you felt earlier. Without further ado, you insert the coin and twist. A capsule then falls into your possession with a resounding thunk. Hurriedly, you unscrew the lid, revealing the special prize inside. You have to refrain from exclaiming in excitement — the sweet Pompompurin released only a year prior awaits within.

“Did you get what you wanted?” Makima inquires upon your triumphant return.

“I did! Thank you, Makima-san. I’ll treat us the next time we get drinks, or something,” you clear your throat in an attempt to regain your composure. Here’s to hoping that'll be the end of things. You’ll put your newfound spoil in your pocket, scream into your pillow later tonight, then try and forget this ever happened.

She rests her head on her fist and outstretches her palm. “Let me see.”

You do as you’re bid, obediently placing the figurine into her awaiting grasp. She studies it for a second, then as if arriving at a conclusion, voices another softly spoken command.

“Your phone too.”

Makima immediately sets out to work after you fulfill her request. Your flip phone in hand, she fastens the newly obtained keychain into place. Out of the repertoire of uncanny nightmares that haunt your memories, this might be the sight to trump them all. Your superior studying a dangling Pompompurin with that little enigmatic smile on her lips she so favors. She returns it without further fuss, leaving you to ponder what her intentions might possibly be.

“It suits you,” she decides, her eyes that seemingly swirl like a vortex fixated on your form. “Keep this on always and think of me whenever you see it.”

“I can do that, sure.”

Himeno is so going to be on your case about this later… you’ll need to think of a cover story. She probably wouldn’t believe you even if you did tell her the truth. You make a mental note to never answer your phone in her presence.

“I want one like that too,” Makima nods her head toward your newly decorated phone. You go to take a sip of your water, finding this entire interaction draining on account of how unusual it is. Although, you can count the number of times you’ve had normal interactions with your coworkers on one hand. “Then we’ll match. Almost like girlfriends, wouldn’t you say?”

At this, you almost choke on your drink. She’s benevolent enough to give you time to recover, sitting straight with her hands resting on her lap, while you’re fighting for your life. Eventually, your body sees fit to calm down. Aside from your heart. The traitorous organ is pounding at an unhealthy rate.

How does someone respond to that!? Public Safety has got to get better HR to curtail these sorts of things in advance. Now that you think about it, do you guys even have HR…?

“Oh, uh,” you cough lamely into your fist, “I’d love to help with that, Makima-san, but it’s all up to luck. Those machines can bleed you dry if you’re not careful.”

Perfect, that’s a solid, decidedly cool response that should help rebuild your shattered ego. She places a finger to her cheek while considering your words. After a moment’s deliberation, she reaches into yet another pocket that jingles upon being disrupted. A bulging coin purse is placed on the table and slid over to your bewildered person.

She takes your frozen hand and gently moves it onto the purse.

“If it’s luck that you need... then I’ll be your lucky charm.”

[prideofcelestia]

❝ when he learns that he’s your favourite character in obey me (self-aware au) ❞

« characters - leviathan, satan, barbatos »

« gender neutral reader »

« headcanons »

belphegor, simeon

You are surprised when all the characters of the game appear on the screen together and greet you sweetly.

“Welcome, master.” A voice that doesn’t resemble any of theirs speaks, “May I know who your favourite is so that he can greet you today?”

It may seem difficult to choose only one but when the voice insists that you must decide, you finally come to a conclusion and name one of them.

LEVIATHAN

“W-W-What do you m-m-mean that I am your favourite? You are kidding, right?!”

His furiously blushing face is hidden behind the back of his hand as he struggles to regain his nonexistent composure. Seeing him that way calms your heart so you inch closer to your screen and poke his cheek. 

“Aww, Leviachan doesn’t believe his normie best friend? That’s sad! The Lord of Shadow would definitely believe his Henry!”

“W’aaaaahhhh. Leviathan takes 9000 damage-! I-I-It’s cheating to bring TSL into this! You know I’ll just s-swoon over you even more than I usually do! My heart isn’t ready for that. A-A-Also, I see you as more than my best friend. You’ve unlocked a new level of Henry rankings in my heart-!”

When he visibly jumps back after that, you raise an eyebrow and focus on him. That’s surely new.

“D-D-Don’t look at me with that cute look! Ugh, anime eyes could never compare! Leviathan will take leave for all of eternity. Thank you very much!!”

With that, he disappears from the screen in one swift movement. 

You blink. Floating icons and no character to welcome you. Interesting.

“What the… That has never happened before. Hmm… Maybe I should uninstall the app.”

Your plan is to install it back at once but the characters fear that you’ll vanish on them so they take matters into their own hands. The moment you utter the forbidden word (‘uninstall’), Leviathan is thrown back into view from the corner of the screen.

“Aaaaaahhhh-! Be gentle with my inactive, hermit body, won’t you?! And you all are supposed to be my brothers?!?! You guys make me want to sleep with a knife and the spell to summon Lotan for safety purposes!! I’ll never trust you guys with my game codes!”

The last bit makes you laugh out loud. Your gaze meets his and he gulps while playing with the fabric of his clothes nervously. Even though you don’t understand the situation, you’re enjoying watching it unfold.

You say teasingly, “Would you trust me with your precious game codes, Leviachan~”

He never knew he needed to hear that until this moment. Forming fists with his hands, he holds his head high and yells, “Of course I will, Henry! I WILL TRUST YOU WITH MY GAME CODES A-AND MY F-F-FIGURINES TOO-! Just don't ask for it...”

SATAN

It warms his heart and entire being to know that you chose him.

With an alert look in his eyes that you have never seen before, he smiles and greets you with grace.

“Welcome [Name]. I thought I needed to play pranks to get your attention but I've been proven wrong. It makes me happy to see you here today. How have you been lately...? Do you want to talk about it?”

The words do not reveal that he's aware of you so it evades your notice that it’s the first time you’re hearing that variation of dialogue. Why should he play all his cards from the very beginning? He wants to observe and understand why you chose him before revealing his secrets.

His lines are a mixture of humor and concern so you sigh and answer sheepishly. “I’ve not been feeling the best lately. Everything feels overwhelming so I need a break mentally. My emotions are all over the place… At least I can play Obey Me! to blow off some steam.”

Satan searches your face before he speaks with a slight tremble in his voice: 

“Are you allergic to cats?”

Depending on your answer, he may suggest you to go and boop the nose of a furry companion to feel better. Despite his love for cats, he doesn't want you to be in the presence of one if it'll harm you. You're the most important person to him so your comfort is his priority.

When you’re busy with your work, he sometimes opens the web browser on your device and searches for novels that are popular in your world. Some tales have really stuck with him. In every story, he pictures the protagonist to be you and the love interest as him. With that in mind, he’ll narrate to you in a way that you can have the purrfect image too! His soothing voice and polished reading skills are at your service whenever you want it. Close your eyes and get prepared to be transported into a world of adventure and romance with Satan.

He’s yours — heart, body, soul and partnership of furry babies, if you want.

When you stare at him wide eyed, he smiles innocently. “Do you not like my idea? I have other plans too in case this displeases you.”

He’ll remind you daily why you made the correct decision by choosing him as your favourite.

BARBATOS

“Just when I thought I wouldn’t see you again, you appeared…. master. I was about to go back into the kitchen and cut onions to excuse my tears. But there is no need for that anymore.”

The line seems new so you stare at him and chuckle a little. The delivery is made with a straight face but his teasing tone doesn't escape you.

“Barbatos, you can be really cute haha.”

Curiously, he reacts to that by frowning. 

“I do not think ‘cute’ fits me.”

The reply sounds like he heard you speak just now so you wear a bewildered expression on your face and stare at him skeptically. Had the writers anticipated your reaction to an extent that they prepared the perfect reply in advance? That's... impossible. Different people will surely react differently to his dialogue.

“Hmmm…. Why are you staring at me like that, master? Did I surprise you excessively? But that must partly be the reason you chose me as your favourite.” 

He laughs softly.

If you blink at him, he answers your question with a small smile.

“The ‘cute’ one in this situation is you. If you look all confused, I can’t help but want to be by your side and take care of you while teasing you mercilessly. Needless to say, I know all about your preferences by hearing you speak from the other side of the screen. If you do not object, I would like to ask you some questions.”

From the other side of the screen...

That’s when it hits you.

“Barbatos, you can… see me?”

Sharp eyes focus on you. “Why, yes master. One may say that my eyes have always lingered on you.”

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We all know Choi Seungcheol is a big baby. He'd get so whiney and pouty if you weren't paying attention to him when he wanted you to. You were in your shared bed finishing up some last minute work that had been dropped into your lap the day prior. Now, usually both of you are heavily against doing work in your bed but, there were some exceptions to that rule you'd both allowed in the past. This being one of them. Seungcheol isn't an unreasonable man. He knows you're busy and, you've assured him that you're close to finishing up. Trying to get this out of your hands as soon as possible. However, it's been awhile since you two have gotten the opportunity to spend some quality one on one time together because of your respective careers. He just misses his wife. So, maybe he's being a little bit more needy than usual.

You're focused on typing away on your laptop, absentmindedly reaching out to adjust one of the straps of your nightgown. Cursing your higher-up mentally for thinking you could apparently just whip up some top notch work last minute, without considering your feelings and commitments. It's during all of this you feel your husband's arms wrap around your waist and, his head pressed against your shoulder. "Cheol, I've missed you too baby but, I still have some work to finish," you remind him, gently reaching over to caress his cheek before resuming your typing. "I know, I just wanted to atleast touch you. I'll try not to get in the way," he responds, the pout in his voice evident without you even needing to look at his face. Cute. "Okay, I don't think this is too distracting," you reply, adjusting your laptop slightly so you're both comfortable in your new position.

You're startled out of your concentration when you feel his fingers toying with the hem of your nightgown and, his lips gently pressing a kiss to your shoulder. Now, normally these simple displays of affection wouldn't get you this riled up but, it's been well over a week since you two have been able to have sex and you're more high strung than you realised. "C-Cheol, I'm trying to work," you remind him, trying to regain focus from your very distracting husband. "I'm not doing anything. I'm just showing my wife some affection," comes his slightly gravelly reply, his hand caressing your thigh while he kisses along your shoulder. You try not to let out any sounds that might encourage him or, worse, stroke his already massive ego but, you can't help the whimper you let loose when finally reaches your neck. His smile against your skin quickly knocks you back to reality, your pride motivating you to return back to your work. "Come on baby," he tempts against your skin, his fingers inching towards your inner thighs, "You said your department head said it only has to be in by Monday. It's Saturday. You have time." You should've known better than to think Seungcheol would just let you work in peace. His experienced mouth making quick work of your exposed neck and shoulder, kissing and nibbling all the skin he has access to. "Y-Yeah but, the sooner I get it done, the sooner I can spend all my time with you," you try to reason, not focusing on anything on your screen. "You said you're almost finished anyways. You can just finish it tomorrow and, we can still spend time together tomorrow. A win-win," he fires back, his hand now encouraging you to spread your thighs for him. You're really trying your best here to remind yourself that it would be far more responsible to just finish your work tonight but, the logical part of your brain is quickly losing to the one that loves to fuck your husband. Atleast having the presence of mind to make sure your work is saved, you carefully shut your laptop and place it on your nightstand. Turning back to see your husband's shit eating grin, you barely resist the urge to roll your eyes before pulling him into a kiss. His fingers slowly make their way to your heat and, he groans into your mouth when he comes into contact with you completely bare. "Part of me thinks you wanted this to happen," he mutters against your mouth, giving your swollen clit barely there strokes. "Cheol, don't tease," you whine, fingers digging into his bicep. "You made me wait. I think it's only fair I return the favour," he responds, his eyes taking on a dangerous glint.

[rascal-xo]

Hi hope you're doing good!!! Can I request ghost with a GN reader that suffers from hypersomnia and is sad that no one is taking their fatigue seriously and just think theyre lazy lol. Just some comforting stuff if that's OK with you!!

Surface Tension | Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x GN Reader |

Chapter Summary: Ghost comforts you after a hard week in the field :)

Warnings: mentions of mental health, cursing, FLUFF, hypersomnia, angst

Word Count: 913

A/N: Thank you for sending in this request! I hope I was able to bring your idea to life :))

You watched the clock tik, and every second the hand moved was a second you felt yourself losing your focus little by little. No matter how hard you tried to get a good rest after a long mission, or nap when you had the time off, exhaustion always hit you like a bag of bricks.

You knew something was off about your rest, but the fastest way to push it aside was to ignore the feeling and try to stay focused on your tasks at hand. Being in the 141 meant that you were the best task force there was for any job that came the teams way.

You were the youngest recruit, and for the past year you’ve pulled more than twice your weight to stay above the water. You were a damn good sniper for your age but not as seasoned of a soldier when it came to time in service.

The rest of the men had years of experience on you, which showed. Determined to show your worth you began to take on more than you could carry, and it had proved right until now, when it started to take its toll on your physical and mental wellbeing.

Captain Price cleared his throat, bringing your attention back to the briefing. “Am I boring you, Sergeant?” He cocked an eyebrow. You suddenly felt the entire rooms gaze on you. Ghost met your eyes from across the table small table , turning his head in a ‘You okay?’ type manner.

“No Sir, just a little tired this morning.” You admitted, playing with the strap on your tactical pants.

“Let’s stay awake now. Can’t have you lost during the mission.” He answered back sternly, turning back to the pictures on the board and continuing his meeting.

Ghost’s foot brushed yours from under the table, nonchalantly. He had noticed you were more fatigued than usual lately, zoning out on the comms, failing to remember to do certain tasks on base. Every soldier met obstacles once a while, but he realized it was getting serious.

As the mission commenced, you took your position on a secluded hill a few hundred feet from the targeted site, as the sniper, scanning the area for hostiles. The rest of the guys were broken up into 2 separate ground teams in order to infiltrate the site.

Alpha team successfully took down the main set of guards, moving onto the next wave of security forces. This would be sending hostiles your way.

Then, suddenly you saw movement in the corner of your eye, and your heart skipped a beat. You adjusted your scope and aimed, but your hands were shaking, and your vision was blurry. You took a deep breath, trying to steady your nerves, but it was too late.

Captain Price's voice boomed in your earpiece. "Bloody hell Sergeant! You’re supposed to be our cover!”

You flinched at the harshness of his tone. You knew he was right, and it only added to your frustration. You tried to shake it off and refocus, but the fatigue was overwhelming.

The mission continued, more smoothly this time as you regained some strength to finish somewhat strong. Taking the win, you couldn’t help but feel like you were letting them down. Even if they didn’t say it to your face, you could read between the silence.

You found yourself away from the post mission celebration happening on base. You stood outside near the outlook facing the distant terrain, with a cigarette between your fingers.

It was impossible to win this never ending exhaustion that had decided to become a weight on your shoulders. You inhaled into your lungs, as the night time air blew past you taking the exhaled smoke with it moments after.

“Smoking the sleep away isn’t going to help, sergeant.” You suddenly heard from behind you. Ghost had a way of sneaking up on you undetected, certainly living up to his name.

“Maybe it will.” You say, as he comes up to stand next to you, leaning his elbows against the railing. He had changed into a more casual look, now only sporting a thin black skull balaclava as opposed to the full ghost mask.

Ghost looked at you, his expression a mix of concern and understanding. “I know it’s tough, but you can’t keep pushing yourself like this. You’re not a machine, and even machines need maintenance.”

“They think i’m lazy, Lt.” You said, not meeting his gaze. “You saw the way Price talked to me. I’m letting you all down.” You sighed, taking another drag of your cigarette before flicking it off the railing.

“Sometimes, he keeps his muppets on a short string, that captain.” Ghost replied, “Don’t let it get to you.” He placed an arm over your shoulder, leaving it there as you fell into his touch. “You don’t need to prove anything to anyone, especially not to us. We know you’re a damn good soldier, Y/N.”

You nodded, taking in his words. He was right, of course. You couldn’t keep sacrificing your own wellbeing for the sake of trying to impress others. “I’ll be better, I have to be.” You said, almost a whisper.

Ghost continued, “Talk to Price, let him know what’s been going on. He’ll understand, and he’ll help you. We all will.” You nodded again, realizing that Ghost was right.

It was time to swallow your pride and admit that you needed to put yourself first. You turned to him, giving him a small smile, as you continued to watch the horizon ahead, together.

A/N: Requests are still open, send in your ideas!

[wavypotatochips]

Heyy can I request something soft and calm with Trent when u have a very bad day so he tries to make you happy to stay home with you on a rainy and cold day🥹

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𝘗𝘢𝘪𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴: Trent Alexander-Arnol x Female Reader

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𝘈𝘶𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘕𝘰𝘵𝘦: I don't watch Liverpool so I wasn't too sure of Trent's personality, but I did my best as always! I also tweaked your request a bit so I hope you do not mind ((: I Hope you like how I represent your idea ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚!!

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The sound of thunder rumbles in the distance as you sit at your desk, surrounded by textbooks, notes, and a dimly lit lamp. The rain is pouring down outside, pattering against the windowpane like an incessant drumbeat. You've been studying for hours, but the information just doesn't seem to be sticking. You read a page of notes, and it seems like the words are just jumbled letters on a page. You try to remember the names of the bones in the human body, but they all blur together in your mind. You continue to review the information, trying different study techniques like creating flashcards, drawing diagrams, and taking practice quizzes. But the more you try, the more frustrated and stressed you become. You take a deep breath and try to focus, but your mind keeps drifting. You got this you got this, you think to yourself. You start to feel a knot in your stomach as the realization sets in that you might not be ready for this exam. You try to reassure yourself that you've studied as much as you can, but the fear of failure creeps in. As you delve into your notes, lightning flashes in the sky, illuminating the room for a split second before disappearing just as quickly. The flicker of light startles you for a moment, but you quickly regain your composure and return to your studies. As the morning goes on, you become more and more exhausted, both mentally and physically. You're running out of time, and the pressure is building. You want to cry, scream, or just give up. But you know that you can't afford to do any of those things. You have to push through and keep studying, even if it feels like it's all for nothing.You began studying at six in the morning, and it is now three o'clock. Since you are studying for your current class, Anatomy and Physiology, Trent has not bothered you because he understands how important it is for you to be by yourself so you can concentrate. After all, majoring in Sports medicine is not the easiest thing in the world. 

Trent yells, "Babe," and lifts his fist to knock. After a little wait, there was no response. He knocks once more, this time slightly louder, but there is still no answer. When he gently opens the door, he sees you seated in the desk chair with papers all over the place and your head down against the textbook. 

You do not hear Trent as you are too lost in your mind so feeling his hand touch your shoulder causes you to jump up and quickly turn your head. Just by the way you are looking at him he could tell something was wrong. You are always beaming with light, Trent would say if someone asked him to describe you, your smile could light up the whole room. Your eyes are always so lovingly that each time you would look into his eyes, it would cause his heart to tug. But right now, you have a slight frown on your face and your eyes are droopy. You look up into his eyes as he stares down at you, analyzing. You see he is wearing a black tracksuit and has his futebol bag in his hand, “Oh you came in to tell me you are heading out for practice? Have fun,” you give him a small smile as if you are feeling okay, and of course Trent does not buy it. When it is raining, or in this case thunderstorming, they usually practice inside so it is no surprise that he still is about to head out. You are about to turn around, but then hear him speak, “Did you eat yet?” You shake your head no, “I haven't had time…. Or should I say I don't feel the need to?” “Didn't you say the exam is on Friday?,” he questions, causing you to nod your head. Today is Monday, but of course anatomy is not something you can just study at the last minute in hopes to pass the test. He stares at you for a few minutes, before dropping his bag and grabbing your hand. “Come on, you've been studying all morning and it is draining you.” As he grabs your hand to pull you out of your seat you begin to protest,”But Trent I-” “You will be fine. You studied today, and you can continue to study more tomorrow. But, Don't try to study all day because that's when your brain goes into overdrive… Plus I don't think the thunderstorm is helping you right now,” and as if on cue- a loud roar of thunder can be heard. You sigh, nodding your head, giving in. He smiles as he takes you out of the study room, bringing you into the living room and notions for you to sit down on the couch. He picks up the remote from the coffee table, handing it to you, “Pick out a movie for us to watch and I will be right back.” You are about to question where he is going, but he is already quickly leaving the room. You bite your bottom lip, exhaling a deep sigh as you mentally give in and try to destress yourself. You begin to flip through Netflix to try and find a movie for you two to watch.

Meanwhile, Trent stood in the kitchen, staring at the open fridge, trying to decide what to make for you since you more than likely have not eaten yet. He knew he wanted to make something fulfilling, yet light on the stomach. He scanned the shelves, looking for inspiration. He saw some fresh vegetables, a carton of eggs, and some cheese. He decided to make you a vegetable omelet, as he knew you loved them.He quickly chopped up some onions, peppers, and mushrooms, and sautéed them in a pan. Then he whisked some eggs in a bowl, added a splash of milk, and poured them into the pan. As the omelet started to set, he sprinkled some cheese on top and folded it over. He plated the omelet, along with a side of fresh fruit and some toast. He also poured a glass of orange juice, knowing it was your favorite.Trent carries the breakfast to the living room, where he sees you sitting on the couch, looking stressed and tired. He presents you with the plate, and a warm smile.

"Here you go, my love," he said. "I made you a vegetable omelet, just the way you like it." The aroma from the food fills your nostrils, instantly making your stomach grumble to remind you just how hungry you unconsciously are. You smile as you grab the plate from him, thanking him, and instantly grab the fork to begin to eat. Trent sits down beside you, watching you intently as you savor each bite of your meal. He couldn't help but admire your beauty, from the way your hair cascaded down your shoulders to the way your eyes sparkled in the light. As you take another bite, Trent's mind begins to wander. He thought about all the times you two had spent together, laughing, talking, and just being with each other. He couldn't believe how lucky he was to have such an amazing girl in his life. Lost in his daydream, Trent didn't even notice when you finished your meal and looked up at him. "What are you thinking about?" you ask, a smile playing at the corners of your lips. Trent blinks, snapping out of his reverie. "Oh, nothing," he replies sheepishly, feeling a flush rise to his cheeks as his smile never leaves his face,allowing his dimple to peek through, "I was just admiring how beautiful you are.". "Oh hush you are soooooo cheesy!,” You laugh, shaking your head, “Thank you for the food baby," you say, leaning to give him a quick kiss. Trent feels his heart swell with love for you as he pecks your lips. As you browse Netflix once more, you lean against his side and put your arm around his. "Let's watch Scary movie 2," you suggest. Trent releases his arm from your grasp and wraps it around you so that your head can rest on his chest as you continue to speak, "It's dumb but it's funny." Trent leans his head against yours as you click on the movie. He kisses the top of your head, "Anything for you, love.” He tells you to wait a second before stepping away from you once more just as you are about to start the movie. He then stands up and walks through the hallway. A short while later, he returns, with a blanket and a bowl of popcorn, saying, "Alright, I'm ready now."

When the movie is over, you decide to just have a "movie day" and keep binge-watching films.

Now halfway through the second movie, you and Trent are cuddled up on the couch wrapped in the cozy blanket he brought prior . The TV's quiet hum and the pelting rain on the windows from the storm that is forecast to last all day were the only sounds coming from the living room. As a result of feeling so calm and at ease in Trent's arms, you start to feel quite exhausted. He watches as you snuggle closer to him,your head resting on his chest, and he feels a wave of tenderness wash over him. He knows school has been stressing you out lately, with exams and assignments piling up, and he wants nothing more than to take care of you. He ran his fingers gently through your hair, soothing you as you closed your eyes and relaxed. Trent feels a deep sense of responsibility towards you. He wants to be there for you, to support you in every way possible, and to make sure you know how much you mean to him. As he looks down at you, he knows that he is willing to do anything to make you happy. He begins to think about all the little things he could do to make you feel better in times like this - make you breakfast in bed tomorrow, send flowers to your university to surprise you, etc. He knew that these small gestures could make a big difference and help you feel loved and supported during this stressful time. He hugs you tightly as you snuggle even closer.  He knows that he will always be there for you, no matter what. He vowed to himself the day he asked you out that he will take care of you, to support your dreams, and to be your partner in everything you both do. And as he looks down at your angelic sleeping state, he feels grateful for every moment you two have shared and looks forward to a future filled with love, laughter, and cuddles on the couch.

[ashes-writing-corner]

A bit of a shorter update tonight guys! But I hope you like it anyway ^^

TW: mentions abuse/childhood trauma, non descriptive.

Taglist: @stargatenovus

Ghosts That We Knew

13- A Dead Man's Letter

You were still on the hunt for a therapist weeks after the confrontation with Ghost. Getting one wasn’t easy, and to be honest you weren’t in any rush to find one. It wasn’t that you had lied to him, at least not intentionally. You had already mentioned you didn’t like therapists, you didn’t trust them. You didn’t want to be just another doctor’s paycheck. It wasn’t like they cared about you anyway. However, to set Ghost’s mind at ease, you told Ellie’s therapist you were searching for one. Thankfully for you, they were more than willing to help you find an ideal one. 

For the time being, you were perfectly fine with running your business, which was doing pretty well. Life went on as normal. You kept Simon’s file in a locked safe in your room, so no one could get to it and you still had it close at hand in case you needed it. But on more than one occasion you found an envelope either on your bed, your nightstand, or on the floor in your room. You knew what it was. Simon’s letter. Ghost was asking you to read it, without speaking of course. Needing to regain his strength, he had gone quiet in the weeks following. 

You sat in bed, contemplating opening it, when your phone rang. An unknown number…

You didn’t pick it up, as you didn’t pick up unknown numbers. If it was important they’d leave a message. You flipped the silent phone over, thinking it wouldn’t be so distracting as you picked up the envelope. But after a minute, you just decided to put it in the nightstand and just focus on what it was he had written. Taking a slightly shaking breath, you decided to open the letter and give it a read, being delicate so as not to rip anything. The paper was already yellowing a little, meaning he wrote this a good long time ago. You blinked as you took in Simon Riley’s handwriting, which admittedly wasn’t the best, but it wasn’t illegible. 

To the poor soul reading this, 

Since you’re reading this, two things have happened. 1. I’m dead. And 2. You’re the poor sap who got stuck with this heart. Just to let you know, you’re only one of a few letters I’ll be writing, as I’m hoping all my bits get used. Hell knows I’m not using them anymore. 

A heart’s a heavy burden, and believe me I know that better than most. You’ve probably read all my stuff, as I signed the release forms earlier today. Without it, it’d be illegal for you to even see my records. But as the knew…keeper, I guess, for arguably my most important organ, I figured that was important info in there for you to know. But it doesn’t tell you everything. Only what you need to know. Maybe some notes from therapy thrown in for flavor, mental evaluations and all that. But they don’t tell you a damn thing about me. Who I was, what I wanted from life, all of that. Things about me that not even my closest friends know, few as they are.  The dreams I had, the hopes I mislaid. They’re not mine anymore. But…I want you to know this: They aren’t yours either. 

The truth is, I wanted to spend my life making the world a better place, so no one has to know what it means to suffer the way I did. This isn’t meant for you to pity me, but to understand why I made the decision to become a soldier and a donor. I lived a hard life, came from a bad home with a half mad father and, for a time, a drug abusing brother. I rose above that though, challenging as it was. I got my brother the help he needed, kicked our father out, and did my best to make sure everyone was happy before I made that choice. You, whoever you are, are the last person I’m saving, and the one who’s face at the very least I won’t know. And yet you’re being trusted with the most vital part of me…crazy isn’t it? And I don’t trust easy admittedly. 

All I got is one last wish, one last demand. I want you to live. I want you to live your life, and live it in the best way you can. Live it harmlessly, if you can. Help others when you can, but don’t enslave yourself. Live selfishly, at least a little, something I never got to do. Live…fully. I guess is what I’m trying to say. 

And drop that thought most likely going through your head: “This heart isn’t mine”. Trust me, it’s yours. It was meant to be yours the second I signed that paper to become a donor. This heart was always mine to lose, and it was always yours to gain. No matter what your silly brain is telling you, I’m telling you this right bloody now: I did not die because of you. You. Did. Not. Do. This. I chose, as I always have. And now you have a choice. Choose better than me. Choose to live your life. Be a bit selfish, because I wasn’t always able to be. But live. Just…live. And know, even though we’ll never meet, know that I’m so proud of you for fighting this battle, whatever it is that landed you this. I’m happy that I got to help you. And now you know the only thing I ask in return. 

Live your life. And take care of my heart. It was always meant to be yours, in some way or another…

Stay frosty. 

Simon “Ghost” Riley, out. 

You didn’t know what to think when you read it. It seemed a bit devoid of emotion, but it was rather matter of fact. The last part got to you. It wasn’t exactly a confession as he stated, but a reiteration of the truth. Simon lived on. Was living on. And he was doing it through you. There was something so humbling about that, now that you were thinking about it with a clearer head. It didn’t entirely change how you felt, but it put it in a different light. The familiar feeling you had at the beginning of your friendship now made more sense. Simon was a part of you now. 

Taking your phone out, you decided to see who had called, and lo and behold they left a message. You listened to the voicemail, heart pounding. An unfamiliar male voice sounded. 

“Hey, Y/N, I think that’s what Soap called you? Anyway, he told me about your situation. My name’s John Price and I’m also interested in meeting you. I hope you don’t mind, there’s actually two of us coming with him, the other being Kyle Garrick. We look forward to meeting you and hopefully clearing some stuff up” there was a pause before the man continued, “We were there that night, Y/N. The night of your transplant. As I said, I can’t wait to meet you, and I hope you and your kiddo are doing okay. Don’t hesitate to give me, Soap, or Gaz a ring, alright?” he proceeded to give you the number of their last member, Kyle Garrick, before ending the message. 

You almost dropped the phone. 

They were there. 

They. were. there…

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[simplychestnut]

Sick Days

By: SimplyChestnut

Fandom: Animator vs Animation

Au: Simply’s au

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Green rolled over on his side and looked at his alarm-clock.

7:23 A.M.

He sighed and rubbed his eyes. Somebody coughing loudly caught his attention. Green threw off his blanket and stood up, stretching as he started to make his way across his dark room. His foot made contact with something hard and he stumbled, catching himself using the wall as support.

I have got to remember to put my guitar away, He mentally noted.

He finally reached his door and slipped out of his room, quietly making his way down the hallway in an attempt not to wake anyone. He was so focused on keeping the floorboards from creaking that he nearly tripped over Oreo. The dog whined softly and rubbed his leg affectionately.

"Hey buddy," Green chuckled, scratching Oreo's ears softly. "What are you doing out here?"

The dog barked softly and trotted down the dark hallway, stopping in front of Red's door. That's when Green realized that the coughing was coming from Red.

He quickly nudged Oreo out of the way and quietly entered the room.

"Red?" Green flicked on a nearby lamp.

"G-Green?" Red rolled over on his side so he could face Green.

He started to sit up but erupted into another fit of coughing. Red's face was pale and he wheezed softly. Green swiftly rushed to his brother's side and urged him to lay back.

"Hey now. Easy." Green laid a hand on his little brother's forehead.

Green gasped softly. Red was burning up.

"G-Green... I don't f-feel so good..." Red's voice was pitifully weak as he grabbed his older brother's arm with a shaky hand.

"Shhh... I know." Green grabbed his hand, trying his best not to panic. "You wait right here. I'm going to go get help."

Red nodded his head and coughed softly, a few tears running down his face as he hugged Oreo around the neck. Green quickly rushed out of the room and headed down the hallway. He had no idea what to do, and the others were still asleep. He could hear Second's soft snoring. A dim light caught his eye and he realized it was coming from Yellow's room.

Yellow must still be awake.

"Yellow!" Green burst into the engineer's room.

Yellow yelped and nearly fell backwards, dropping the screwdriver he was previously using.

"What in Alan's name is wrong with you?!" Yellow snapped, trying to regain his bearings. He couldn't get his heart to stop racing.

"Sorry," Green winced. "But it's an emergency!"

"What's wrong?" Yellow growled, still fuming with anger.

"It's Red! Something's wrong with him! He's awful sick and I don't know what to do and Blue's asleep and-"

"Green! Focus!" Yellow grabbed his arm, trying to stop Green from panicking.

His expression still showed signs of anger, but concern now filled his tired eyes. Green immediately stopped talking, but still tapped his foot on the ground nervously.

Yellow sighed. "Now. What's wrong with Red?"

"He's coughing a ton and has a really high fever. He's practically burning up!" Green couldn't hide the worry in his voice.

Yellow hummed thoughtfully for a moment before rubbing his tired face with a grease covered hand. Without bothering to wipe the black smudges off his face, he extended his arm towards his older brother..

"Gimme my crutch." His voice was stern yet filled with worry.

Green quickly grabbed Yellow's crutch and handed it to him. Yellow used the crutch as a support and stood up, hastily following Green down the hallway towards their youngest brother's room. They were instantly met with pitiful coughing as Red lay on his back, tears streaming down his face. Yellow's face immediately softened and he hobbled to the thirteen-year-old's side.

"Hey buddy," Yellow rubbed his shoulder softly. "I heard you weren't feeling very well."

Red shook his head in response, looking up at the ceiling solemnly.

"Can you tell me what hurts?" Yellow's soft voice reminded him of Blue.

Red thought for a moment before replying. "My chest hurts from coughing and my head hurts like crazy." He sniffled softly.

Yellow placed his hand on Red's forehead and immediately winced, pulling it back quickly.

"You're right. He is burning up." Yellow turned to Green. "We need to get Blue. He'll be able to help."

Green nodded and quickly left the room. Making his way down the hallway, he almost ran into a very tired looking Second.

"What's happening?" Second stifled a yawn.

"Red is sick. Yellow's with him right now if you want to see him." Green said quickly as he hurried past.

Second's eyes lit up with concern and he started to head towards Red's room.

"Blue!" Green called, knocking on his brother's door. "Blue, we need you!"

Shuffling was heard and Blue soon popped his head out. His hair was a mess and all he wore was an undershirt and a pair of shorts, revealing the burn scars that covered his legs completely.

"What's wrong?" His soft voice already sounded worried.

"Red is sick! He has a really high fever and he's coughing-" Green started, but Blue was already out the door and headed towards Red's room.

Green rushed after Blue, trying to keep up with his long gait. He had to take twice as many steps just to keep up with Blue's normal walk. Soon they were back in Red's room. Second and Yellow were sitting on the bed with Red, Red being snuggled up in Seconds lap as Yellow rubbed his shoulders gently, trying to comfort him in some way. Blue kneeled down in front of Red, who was now shivering, and gently cupped his face with his hands. Red whimpered softly and squirmed in protest, snuggling deeper into Second's chest.

"Yup. He definitely has a fever." Blue rubbed the back of his neck.

"We've already established that." Yellow said sarcastically.

Blue just rolled his eyes and took Red's arm gently.

"Let's move him down to the couch by the fireplace. He'll be warmer there." Blue looked at Red again. "Do you think you'll be able to walk?"

Red shook his head weakly, coughing once more.

"I can carry him." Second's voice was tired but calming.

He stood up and gently lifted Red, and started to make his way towards the door. Green couldn't help but notice as Second's legs began to tremble softly.

"Hey now, buster." Green grabbed Second's shoulder softly. "You don't look quite awake yet. I'll carry him."

Second didn't protest and even smiled gratefully as Green took the shivering figure from him. As soon as Red was in his arms, Green could almost immediately feel the heat pulsing from his little brother's face, yet his arms were freezing. Red whimpered again as Green started to make his way slowly down the stairs. Second followed behind them, carrying Red's comforters from his bed and a pillow, while Blue helped Yellow down the stairs. After almost being tripped by Oreo, Green finally made it into the living room, and he gently laid Red on the couch. Grabbing the pillow from Second, he gently propped Red's head up with it as Second tucked him in with his green comforter.

"Comfy?" Green softly brushed the hair out of Red's sweaty face.

"Y-yeah," Red responded with a weak smile.

Yellow sat down on the floor, propping his crutch on the coffee table as Blue rushed towards the kitchen. Blue soon came back, holding a wet rag, a thermometer and a bottle of some sort of medicine.

"I'll need you to open your mouth so I can take your temperature." Blue quietly urged.

Red didn't argue and opened his mouth obediently, allowing Blue to gently place the thermometer under his tongue. They waited a couple of seconds, as Blue eyed Second suspiciously, concern still spread across his face. Second, who was leaning up against the wall near the fireplace, refused to make eye contact with him and continued to study the floor carefully. Soon, Blue took out the thermometer and held it up towards the light, wincing as he examined it.

"You've got a pretty high fever. I need to give you something to bring it down." Blue laid the wet rag across his forehead and reached for the bottle sitting on the table.

Red groaned and sunk deeper into his pillow.

"Icky medicine." He stuck his tongue out and grimaced.

Blue rolled his eyes and Green chuckled.

"It's for your own good. I think you may have the flu." Blue shook the bottle, sloshing the contents within.

"Is it serious?" Yellow asked.

"It's nothing I can't handle." Blue popped the bottle's lid off and peered inside. "Stink. There isn't enough left, and this is my last bottle."

Green let out a frustrated groan and Red quietly celebrated.

"Nice try mister. You need medicine to make you better." Yellow laughed as he tossed a small pillow at Red. "I can go get some more if needed."

Blue looked at him. "You sure? It's awfully cold out there."

"Eh," Yellow shrugged. "I'll be fine. I just need someone to grab my leg. I left it upstairs."

"That sounds so wrong." Blue giggled at the last part of his phrase.

"I'll get it." Green hopped up and sprinted upstairs.

"Sec? You okay?" Blue eyed Second with worry.

"I'm fine. My head just hurts a bit." He shrugged, coughing slightly.

Blue and Yellow looked at each other, unsure of whether to believe him or not. After a moment, Blue stood up and approached Second, grabbing him gently by the shoulders and leading him towards the recliner near the couch.

"Rest." Blue said firmly.

Second opened his mouth to protest, but Blue soon shoved him backwards softly, forcing him to fall back on the recliner.

"No buts." Blue laid a hand on his forehead. "You need rest. You don't look much better than Red right now."

Second just rolled his eyes and nodded, curling up in the soft recliner while coughing softly.

"Is he okay?" Red's weak voice sounded worried once again.

Blue sighed. "He's got a bit of a fever as well. Nothing serious, but I'm not taking any chances."

Footsteps were heard as Green came back down the stairs, holding Yellow's prosthetic leg and a few more blankets.

"I grabbed some more blankets while I was upstairs in case we needed more."

"Good thinking." Blue smiled up at Green. "Second isn't feeling too well either."

"Sec is sick too?" Green threw the pile of blankets on to the floor and handed Yellow his prosthetic leg.

“Yup. I think he's coming down with what Red has." Blue grabbed a nearby blanket and threw it over Second, softly tucking him in.

Second smiled gratefully and snuggled under the warmth of the blanket.

"Aw!" Yellow laughed, strapping on his leg. "A Second and Red burrito!"

"Shut up," Second groaned and Red giggled softly.

"Alright. I'm heading out." Yellow stood up and grabbed his coat.

"Not like that you aren't!" Blue gestured towards his grease covered face.

Yellow rolled his eyes and used his coat to wipe the black smudges off his face.

"If you don't come back in about thirty minutes, I promise I'll send a search party." Green smirked.

"Thank you." Yellow laughed. "That makes me feel so much better."

He quickly headed towards the front door and slipped out, immediately being greeted by a cold gust of wind.

"Adiós, hermanos!" He called loudly and slammed the door shut.

"Since when was he Spanish?" Red chuckled.

"Since about two minutes ago." Blue shook his head and laughed.

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"Uno!" Red called out hoarsely, slapping a card down on the pile.

Green laughed and ruffled his curly hair.

"Good job!" Green grinned.

They were currently both on the couch playing Uno, having scooted the coffee table closer to lay their cards on. Red was wrapped up in a pile of blankets with Oreo curled up at his side. Second was fast asleep on the recliner, coughing softly every now and then, and Blue was in the kitchen, humming a song quietly as he brewed some herbal tea for his two sick brothers. Green's phone caught his attention as it buzzed softly on the arm of the couch, indicating that he had received a text message. He reached over and grabbed his phone while Red peaked over his shoulder curiously.

"Who is it?" Red asked.

Green shrugged and unlocked his phone, revealing that the message was from Purple.

Are you still coming today? -Purple

Green slapped a hand to his forehead. He was supposed to ice skating with Purple today! He quickly replied back.

I'm so srry! I won't be able to go today. Red and Second have come down with the flu so I'm helping out with them - Green

Purple almost immediately texted back.

Oh! You're good! We can go another time!  Tell them I hope they feel better soon! If y'all need anything, I'm just a phone call away <3 -Purple

Green smiled and turned his phone off. "Purple says she hopes you feel better soon."

Red grinned and snuggled deeper into the pile of blankets.

"She's so nice." He yawned softly.

"Alright. Time for you to take a nap, mister." Green stood up and encouraged Red to lay down.

Red obeyed and laid back, wrapping his arms around Oreo who snuggled up beside him.

"I'm going to go help Blue. Yell if you need anything." Green ruffled his little brother's hair before turning towards Second.

Second was still asleep, and was even snoring quietly. Green sighed with relief and then headed towards the kitchen. Blue was currently pouring a few cups of tea, the delicious, herbal aroma filling the kitchen pleasantly.

"Red's resting right now and Second is still asleep. You need any help?" Green leaned up against a nearby stool.

"Nah. I'm almost finished here." Blue smiled gratefully. "Hopefully Yellow will be back soon. I wonder what's taking him so long-"

As if on cue, the front door opened and a very cold looking Yellow entered the kitchen.

"Got the stuff you needed." He grinned, trying to peer through his fogged up glasses. "The stupid store was closed when I got there, but it was supposed to open in about ten minutes, so I waited."

"You stood in the freezing cold for that long?" Blue sounded alarmed. "You're unbelievable!"

"I try, really." Yellow smirked and Green laughed.

Blue just rolled his eyes and reached for the bag Yellow was holding. Yellow started to walk away, but Blue stopped him.

"Not so fast, buster. Here. Take this." Blue handed him a warm mug of tea.

Yellow chuckled and took the mug, enjoying the warmth it gave. "Thanks. And I'm sorry if I worried you."

"I'll forgive once you're under at least three hundred pounds of blankets and you finish your hot tea." Blue pulled a couple bottles from the bag and opened a drawer, grabbing a couple spoons.

"But Blue! I may suffocate!" Yellow whined sarcastically.

Blue just grunted. "Better than hypothermia."

Green laughed at the twins' bickering. "It's no use, Yel. You can't beat Blue in an argument."

"Fine..." Yellow groaned dramatically as the three of them headed back to the living room.

Blue gently shook Second awake so he could take some medicine. Second sat up, looking slightly dazed.

"Oh! Yellow! You're back!" He coughed softly.

"Yup. How are you feeling?" Yellow sat down on the coffee table in front of them.

"Like I got hit by a truck." Second chuckled hoarsely, rubbing the back of his neck.

"You look like you got hit by a train." Green laughed.

"Here. Take this. It should help with the fever and your cough," Blue said as he poured a spoonful of medicine and held it up to Second's mouth.

Second didn't hesitate and took it obediently, grimacing slightly due to the strong aftertaste. Blue then handed Second a warm mug of his special tea, Second smiling gratefully as he took it.

"Thanks Blue. You're the best." Second took a sip of the tea, savoring the soothing flavors it contained.

Blue smiled and turned to Red, who was awake and leaning against Green.

"Your turn, mister." Blue grabbed another spoon and poured more of the red liquid into it.

"Noooo!" Red cried out dramatically, hiding behind Green.

Green laughed and grabbed his younger brother.

"Come on, Red! It's for your own good." Green gently encouraged.

Red sighed and nodded, opening his mouth wide and closing his eyes tightly. Blue chuckled and shoved the spoon into Red's mouth. Red immediately gagged, trying desperately to swallow the bitter taster down with the tea that was handed to him.

"Yuck." He grimaced, sticking his tongue out.

Green laughed and rubbed Red's back comfortingly as Red continued to sip on the warm tea. Green glanced over at Blue who yawned tiredly. He looked exhausted.

"Why don't you go lay down for a bit?" Green insisted, laying a hand on Blue's shoulder. "You look wiped out."

"I don't have time for that, not when Sec and Red are sick." He shook his head, trying to shake away the sleepiness that was quickly overcoming him.

"We're fine Blue," Second's soft voice spoke up. "You need rest."

"Yeah! We've got this! Right Yel?" Green punched Yellow playfully in the arm.

"Right," Yellow chuckled, coughing slightly.

Blue looked from one brother to another, finally sighing in defeat.

"Fine. I'll go lay down for a bit." Blue yawned again. "But if anything happens, you come get me immediately."

Green saluted sarcastically as Blue headed up the stairs. As soon as Blue was out of sight, Green and Red both locked eyes.

"Nintendo Switch?" Green grinned.

"Nintendo Switch!" Red pumped a fist into the air.

Second chuckled. "Can we play Mario Kart?"

"Sure!" both Green and Red said at the same time.

"Ya'll have fun. I'm gonna make some coffee." Yellow rolled his eyes tiredly, tossing them the tv remote.

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(A few inches later)

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"Yes!" Red nearly threw his remote in his celebration. "I won!"

"Great job, champ!" Second ruffled his hair playfully.

"Come on!" Green spread his arms out dramatically. "He so cheated!"

"Oh yeah? You're just jealous cause you were beaten by a thirteen year-old." Second smirked.

Red laughed, but he soon started to cough. Green rubbed his back soothingly, trying to comfort him in any way.

"Do you want me to get you some water?" Green laid a hand on Red's shoulder.

"Y-yeah," Red stuttered.

Green hopped up from the couch and made his way towards the kitchen. The smell of coffee immediately hit him, making his stomach churn slightly.

"Come on, Yellow!" Green stepped into the kitchen, holding his nose. "That smells nasty."

Yellow just shrugged and took another sip of his coffee.

"You're the only one who doesn't like it," he pointed out.

"Whatever." Green grabbed a glass out of the cabinet and started to fill it with water.

Yellow laid his head down on the counter, coughing softly. Green noticed this and he turned off the faucet, glancing towards his younger brother.

"You okay, Nerd?" He asked worriedly.

"Just tired," Yellow mumbled quietly, his voice sounding a bit shaky.

Green raised an eyebrow, uncertain whether he was telling the truth or not.

"Well, I'm going to give this to Red. You comin'?" Green started towards the door.

"Y-yeah." Yellow began to stand up, wavering slightly.

Green set the glass of water down and approached Yellow worriedly.

"Are you sure you're okay?" He studied Yellow cautiously.

“I'm fine. Just a bit dizzy," Yellow quickly insisted, trying his best to straighten up.

He took a step forward but he soon had to grab onto the counter top for support, his legs threatening to give out at any moment.

"Yelly!" Green rushed forward and grabbed Yellow's arms, encouraging the pale figure to sit down on a nearby stool.

Yellow sat down hard on the stool and leaned his head back, wheezing softly. Green placed a hand on his forehead and quickly drew it back, wincing worriedly.

"Dude, you're burning up! Why didn't you tell anyone that you didn't feel well?" Green growled.

"Blue's got enough to worry about right now." Yellow paused to cough loudly. "And I didn't want to add to the stress."

Green would've face palmed, but he was too busy trying to keep Yellow steady on the stool.

"Is everything okay?" Second poked his head through the kitchen door.

"Yellow's now sick as well. Can you go get Blue?" Green pleaded urgently, keeping his arms around Yellow who was trembling softly.

Worry spread across Second's face and he disappeared, heading upstairs to get Blue.

"Come on, Yel. Let's get you to the living room." Green gently wrapped his arm under Yellow's shoulders and helped him stand up.

Yellow stood up shakily, leaning on his older brother for support as they slowly made their way towards the living room. Red noticed them when they entered and sat up, making room on the couch.

"Yelly! What's wrong?" Red scooted over as Green helped Yellow onto the couch beside Red.

"I'm f-fine. Just a bit tired," Yellow stuttered, lying back.

"I think he's got whatever you and Sec have." Green straightened back up, rubbing the back of his neck.

Red faltered for a moment before hugging Yellow's arm tightly.

"I'm so sorry!" He sniffled, his blue eyes beginning to water. "It's all my fault!"

"What?" Green raised an eyebrow.

"It's my fault you're sick! I must've given it to you and Second." Red began to quiver as a few stray tears rolled down his cheeks.

"No it's not!" Yellow wrapped an arm around Red. "You can't exactly control the flu. It's bound to spread, and you can't blame yourself for that. Besides, I don't think you were deliberately trying to make us sick." He paused to boop Red playfully on the nose. "Now if you were Green, I'd be suspicious."

"Hey! What's that supposed to mean?" Green scoffed.

Red giggled and snuggled closer into Yellow's arm.

"Besides, it's more my fault anyways. I shouldn't have stood out in the cold for that long." Yellow coughed.

"Oh, you better believe it's your fault, Yellow Becker." Blue's angry tone made them all jump. "What kind of idiot stands out in the cold like that when he could have very well gone into a gas station or someplace that's warm?"

"A handsome one." Yellow smirked.

"Shut up." Blue grabbed his face and felt his forehead. "Why didn't you tell me you weren't feeling well? Actually, don't answer that. I know what your answer will be. Ugh! I shouldn't have sent you out there in the first place! Does that make me the idiot? Now I feel bad! How do you do that? You've made me guilty without saying a single thing. But just because I feel bad doesn't mean I'm not mad at you. What kind of idiot stands out in the cold like that? Wait. I just asked that."

Both Green and Red laughed.

"Blue. It's okay." Second tried his best not to laugh, gently placing a hand on Blue's shoulder.

"No it's not." Blue pulled away from Yellow and looked Second dead in the eyes. "You sir, need to sit down and get back under those blankets. Ain't nobody gonna drop dead on my watch."

"Blue, it's just the flu. It's not fatal." Green laughed.

"I don't care." Blue huffed as he grabbed another blanket and threw it at Second, who obeyed and curled back up on the recliner. 

Yellow started to say something but coughed violently instead. Blue's face softened and he stood up, heading for the kitchen. He soon came back with a spoon and a bottle of medicine, and, sitting down in front of Yellow, he quickly poured some of the red liquid into the spoon, gently urging Yellow to take some.

"Here." He rubbed Yellow's leg softly. "This will help. We need to bring the fever down."

Yellow gagged slightly at the taste, but still managed to swallow it all.

"Green, can you go get me another wet rag?" Blue asked as he spread a blanket over Yellow and Red.

"Sure." Green hopped up and walked towards the kitchen once again.

"Yay!" Red snuggled up against Yellow, pulling the blanket up over his shoulders. "Cuddle party!"

Yellow laughed softly as he lay onto his back and Red wedged himself between Yellow and the back of the couch.

Blue chuckled. "It's a good thing we have a big couch. I'm surprised you both can fit on there. Are you sure you're comfy?"

"I am!" Red piped up.

"This is pretty comfy." Yellow chuckled as he wrapped an arm around Red. "Red's like a living teddy bear."

Red giggled and hugged Yellow. Soon Green came back with a wet rag and he handed it to Blue, who placed it gently on Yellow's sweaty forehead.

"There. That should help a bit." Blue sighed as he stood up.

"Thanks, Blue," Yellow said hoarsely.

Blue just rolled his eyes. "I'm still mad at you for not telling me sooner."

Yellow laughed softly before slowly falling asleep. Blue smiled as he went to stand beside Green. They both watched their sick brothers for a moment, enjoying the silence. Then Blue's coughing interrupted the moment of silence.

Green raised an eyebrow and smirked at Blue. "Is that a cough I hear?"

"It's nothing," Blue grumbled as he yawned.

"No no, that was definitely a cough. Time for somebody to take a nap." Green grinned, grabbing his taller brother by the shoulders.

Blue groaned sarcastically. "Fine. You win. But I'm sleeping down here. Last time I went upstairs, somebody almost passed out." Blue glanced over at the sleeping forms of Yellow and Red.

"Whatever makes you feel better." Green grabbed a couple blankets and spread them on the ground, making a place for Blue to lay.

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I was gonna do a part 2, but I got busy :/ follow for more future content!!

And Ty for reading!! <33333

(Also pls don’t steal or claim credit for this. I worked very hard on this and if I find out somebody is stealing it, imma come after u with bricks)

[totally-a-different-person]

may i request some tordedd with bottom edd and hypnosis kink, pretty please with a cherry on top?

Yes you may, kisses and smooches, I hope you like it because I've never written anything on hypnosis stuff before so hopefully it's at least ok lol (nsft past this point, proceed at your own risk)

"I'm just saying, don't get your hopes up" Edd said with a little smile as he sat down, crossing his arms. "I'm telling you it's gonna work, don't worry though, you won't regret giving me consent" the norsk smirked a bit as he glanced at Edd while setting it up. "Assuming you remember anything that is, you're kind of a guinea pig for this one so I'm not sure yet" he mumbled that part, not wanting to freak him out.

Edd thought the idea of hypnosis was a little silly, but if anyone could do it Tord could, so he was willing to let him try. "So are you gonna show me a pocket watch and tell me I'm getting veeery sleepy?" He was clearly trying to be silly, but Tord didn't laugh, he seemed too in the zone to be discouraged. "No no, way better"

He turned on the screen he had set up, it was a bunch of weird stuff hooked up to the shitty TV he kept in his lab. It showed varying shades of purple that slowly moved and twisted. It was pretty cool and Edd was a little surprised honestly. "Just watch, totally focus on the screen"

Edd mumbled ok and got a bit more comfortable in his chair, watching. It only took a minute for him to start feeling weird, kinda tingly, and like his thoughts were getting further away in a sense. Tord tried his best not to break Edd's concentration, but it was so hard to contain his excitement.

To have total control over the little brunette, he couldn't wait. Edd stared at the screen, it was purple and weird static, but the longer he stared it started to make shapes, not that clicked together or meant anything, but it seemed weird that they were there.

He couldn't think about it though, it was like all his thoughts were getting muffled more and more. It was so strange. Tord watched, doing his very best not to disturb the process. He hoped so badly that it would work. The idea of having Edd completely in his power and control got him so excited.

Edd seemed a bit different, before he was watching, but now he was just staring. So, Tord crossed his fingers that meant it was done and he could step in. "Edd? Hey? You there?" He waved his hand slowly in front of Edd's face, but nothing happened. His eyes didn't even follow Tord's hand, so he took that to mean it worked.

He smiled brightly and was practically bouncing up and down as he stepped back a bit, clearing throat a bit before speaking "alright, Edd, once I snap my fingers you're going to do whatever I tell you" he explained, mentally crossing his fingers.

The idea was that, with his brain completely shut off but still active, he would be incredibly vulnerable to simple commands. Slowly, Edd moved to look at his hand when he snapped, then into his eyes. "Ok... Stand up" the brunette did as he was commanded, hopping down from the stool, and Tord was ecstatic.

He balled his fists up tight and sort of waved them in front of his chest for a second smiling brightly, as if doing a happy dance. He tried to regain his composure, taking a step forward and gently bringing a hand up to cup Edd's cheek. He decided he would start with something simple.

"Alright, I want you to get on your knees, ok?" He leaned a bit closer, Edd nodding and simply saying "ok." Tord let him get down onto his knees then look back up at him, simply awaiting his next instruction with a blank expression.

Tord chewed on his lower lip as he ran a hand into his lover's hair "good..." Honestly, he was already starting to get hard. It was something about the control, not only Edd's raw submission in this state, but the fact that he was completely and totally under Tord's command, looking up at him like this. It gave him goosebumps.

He unzipped his jeans and took his cock out, holding it in front of Edd's mouth. "Go ahead and suck on this for me Eddie" he spoke sort of softly, watching with great interest as the artist opened his mouth. He gently and carefully takes it into his mouth and starts sucking, beginning to bob his head after a minute.

Tord huffed a little and gripped Edd's hair a little tighter. "Good..." He mumbled, pushing his head a little further to which he complied, humming slightly and trying to accommodate. It wouldn't have made sense to say it felt even better than usual just because he knew Edd was all fuzzy and under his control, but it really felt like it.

"Look at me" he spoke sort of sweetly, but it was still a command, and the brunette complied, looking up at him as Tord moved his bangs back a bit. Tord rocked his hips a bit as he could feel himself getting closer, Edd just continuing to bob his head and let Tord use his throat however he please, not seeming to care much if she gagged.

It didn't take long for him to reach his climax, holding Edd still for a moment as he did, taking a moment before telling him simply "swallow." And Edd did so without hesitation, tongue loling out for a moment after Tord pulled out, then just looking up at him.

"Come here" Tord gently pulled him to his feet as he got up, he didn't want to wait to fuck him any longer, carefully having him bend over one of his work tables, the one with the least clutter so he could easily clear it. Then he pulled Edd's pants off along with his boxers. Interestingly enough he was already hard as well.

Tord could look into that more another time though, for now wasn't for any proper research. "Open up... " He whispered as he grabbed a bottle of lubricant he kept in the lab, because of course he did, and used the other to gently push his lover's thighs apart.

He poured some of the watery lube onto his hand, covering his fingers, and slowly pushing two digits into Edd's perfect puffy little hole. He started pumping them in and out, using them to stretch the boy out. Tord soon added a third to do the same thing, and he couldn't see Edd's face but it scrunched up in pleasure for a moment.

Soon enough Tord decided it was good and took his fingers out, he could hear the breath that got caught in Edd's throat when he did. Very quickly, the norsk lubed up his dick as well, just for good measure.

He gently pressed the tip against him for a second before slowly pushing inside of the brit, biting his lips and giving a quiet groan. "God... You're still so tight" Edd was definitely still pretty snug around his cock, the norsk holding his hips as he pushed the rest of the way in.

"Are you hurting?" He asked, leaning forward a bit as he rubbed the boys back. "No..." Edd answered, Tord nodding and leaning back again. He started moving his hips, starting slowly for only a brief few moments before he started getting harder, Edd giving little "uh-"s and "ah"s as he did.

He actually seemed to be enjoying himself a good bit, holding the table tight and panting, making soft noises every time it was pushed into him. He kept the sort of vacant look in his eyes, but his head rested against the table and he was drooling, cheeks bright red.

Tord just got harder, squeezing his lover's hips tight as he sped up. He leaned down to kiss his neck, letting his teeth graze his skin as he mumbled "so pretty" then biting into his collar bone, listening to the way his breath caught in his throat when he did.

Tord smirked widely, gently reaching down with one hand to hold and stroke Edd's cock, it had been twitching and drooling pre so the attention was likely very needed. "Who's a good boy, hm?~" Tord purred softly, giving his dick a little squeeze to encourage an answer. "I... I am" Edd breathed softly, Tord chuckling and placing a big smooch in the crook of his neck, mumbling "that's right, my perfect good boy"

Edd came almost right away, giving the cutest little shiver as he twitched. Honestly Tord didn't know if it was related to his words or not, again, time for research later. At the moment he was much more concerned with the way Edd squeezed around him, pushing as deep as he could before he came as well, filling the brunette up.

Tord was panting softly, Edd was as well, staying bent over the table as Tord rubbed his hands up and down his sides in a comforting manner. "Ok... I'll snap my fingers, and you'll be back to normal, alright? But I can put you back under later the same way" he explained, figuring it would be easier than having to redo the process every time, and if Edd let him he'd really like to do this again, this was just a test run, he had so many ideas.

[thebennsofdallas]

Nandor the Relentless, for the win!

I have a confession to make. I’m a Nandor-is-really-smart-he’s-just-grown-lazy-over-700-years truther. He couldn’t have become Supreme Viceroy, ruling over an empire, by being a big dummy. Now, yes, there is much evidence over the centuries to disprove this — the many, many, many undeserving men who became powerful without a brain in their head — but Nandor the Relentless is not one of those (imho). 

Nandor has been a vampire for centuries. And life as a vampire is a shiftless, isolating, chaotic existence. They don’t have to try hard to do anything. They can move things, light stuff on fire, hypnotize people to do their will with a wave of their hand. And, in addition, Nandor has struggled with his mental health, too, the one thing that he has no control over. So, he has become complacent, unmotivated, depressed, lonely.

But this year, there’s been a decided change in Nandor. He is OKAY. He recovered his commander mode, like during the pep talk he gave the house when he thought their lives were in danger. He’s laughed more than we’ve seen. Where last year, he was jealous of Laszlo’s closeness with Sean, now, he’s at ease calling the two of them best friends. 

And with the return of Nandor’s spirit and wisdom, his competency and his keen understanding, he faced the catastrophes in these last two episodes with renewed focus.

1) He’s been saying it for years, and Guillermo strongly disagreed, but Nandor knew that Guillermo wasn’t ready to be a vampire; as Nandor said, he knows Guillermo better than anyone. We believed that Nandor was just being a selfish dick about turning him. We believe Nandor has abandonment issues and maybe there is an element of that. But Nandor was telling the truth. Nandor said when the time was right, he would do it. And HE knew that the time wasn’t right.

2) When Patton Oswald (!) puts a bug in his ear about repairing his relationship with Guillermo rather than destroy it, Nandor does something truly deceitful and diabolical. And smart. He uses Guillermo’s dear mamá as bait to lure him in for their final confrontation. Nandor may pretend to know nothing of the things Guillermo does outside of the vampire house but he knows how much Guillermo loves his mamá. The superior little smirk on Nandor’s face when he’s on the phone with Guillermo and knows that he has Guillermo right where he wants him is smoking hot.

3) And when Guillermo arrives, the (sexual) tension goes through the roof. Nandor, again, with the smirky face while sitting on the sofa with Silvia, looking at photos of young Guillermo. He’s got the upper hand and he knows it. He’s the victor. He has a plan in motion and, of course, he knows Guillermo better than anyone. He knows that Guillermo won’t kill him.

4) Nandor has the answer to Guillermo’s slow, sluggish transformation. Laszlo, the man of science, didn’t have it after days of experimentation but Nandor did. He knows, at once, even in the midst of learning of Guillermo’s turning, he knows the Van Helsing blood is the problem. And later, when Guillermo comes home, he knows that he needs to taste human blood to complete the transformation and he has some ready to go. Another win for the very smart Supreme Viceroy.

5) And finally, when his fears about Guillermo’s readiness are confirmed, he is immediately proactive. On his own, Nandor conjures an elaborate ritual (with robes and banners!) to, in a way, allow Guillermo to save face. Nandor not only forgives Guillermo his transgression but helps him return to his former self. He reassures him afterwards, letting his hand rest on Guillermo’s shoulder for a long moment. He’s not afraid of Guillermo’s nearness anymore. Nandor is not afraid of anything anymore.

The low point of Nandor’s life — the Wellness cult disaster and the attempt at super slumber — is well behind him now. He’s regained a large measure of confidence in himself. He accepts the limitations of his eternal life and in doing so, he is able to look forward without the weight of that dark dread on his broad shoulders. His future is filled with those people that he can now view as his family — Nadja, Laszlo and even Colin Robinson. And his relationship with his good friend, Guillermo, his closest companion of almost 14 years, is brimming with promise.