#hiccup almost just goes back to sleep

[lilliths-httyd-blog]

Typing in the names of RttE characters and seeing the interesting/funny tags that come up

[xythlia]

› he's obsessed w you (and your pussy)

mdni. f!reader. pussy worshipping satoru. fingering. clit play. edging. multiple orgasms. biting mention. squirting.

satoru who loves playing with your pussy, getting you situated between his legs and creeping his hands up your thighs. especially if you wore those cute sleep shorts to bed last night, the ones that bunch up around your ass when you wake up and sleepily pad into the kitchen looking for coffee.

you don't have to worry, he's got something that can wake you up much better than a cup of steaming hot caffeine ever could. he's practically addicted to the way you moan, quiet and breathy, as his fingers stroke you through your shorts at first. squirming in his hold as you feel his erection press against your lower back but he's not concerned about himself just yet.

placing wet, sloppy kisses against the side of your neck, trailing his tongue against your warm skin makes his head spin and he's gotta use his other hand to hold your hip firmly in place. no wiggling away from him, not when the thought of you has been tempting him since last night. when you whine out his name and paw as his forearms it just urges him on, pulling the fabric to the side to swipe his fingers against you and feel just how wet you are.

"woke up like this, huh? you know I can help," he purrs against the back of your neck as your head rolls back to rest against his chest. Your lips are parted and little puffs of air are coming harshly from between them as his index delicately circles your clit. He doesn't apply much pressure, it's almost like the ghost of a touch against you but it's enough to already have you whining and begging for him to touch you more, stop being so mean 'toru.

but you don't know he's not being mean, quite the opposite it's just that the slick feeling of your pussy drives him insane and feeling the sticky warmth inside you as he slides two fingers against your fluttering walls makes curses drop from his mouth instantly. The way you massage his fingers in a pulsing rhythm is beyond sinful, your body begging him to indulge more, more, more.

and who is he to deny you?

"shit," he grips a handful of your inner thigh as his fingers keep working you open at a lazy pace. there's no rush, not this morning when the sun's barely up and the sounds of the world waking have yet to reach through the exterior of your home. he can feel the way your muscles tense, flexing and holding taut every time he scissors his long fingers against your silky walls.

the squelching sound that fills the apartment makes him salivate, if it was possible he'd have hearts in his eyes from that alone. you're absolutely soaked now, arousal coating his fingers and seeping into the palm of his hand as your hips buck and jerk in a sporadic rhythm shamelessly desperate to chase your release.

but he doesn't want this to be over too soon, not when he's only just started. so he switches, fingers pulling out of you and moving back up to rub your adorably puffy clit. it makes your voice crack and he knows without even looking that there's tears in your eyes now, and you're beyond the point of being able to speak now it's just hiccuped moans and broken cries of his name joining the squishy sound of him toying with you.

it may as well be his own personal platinum record, he could have this cacophony on repeat for a week and die a happy man. his other hand drifts up to grope and massage your breasts intermittently through your t-shirt, one stolen from his wardrobe that you look so jaw dropping in. he groans feeling your nails bite into his forearm, his teeth returning the favor against the side of your neck while you sob and your body goes rigid in his lap.

he knows this is it, feels the stray tears splash against his hand as they drop from your face while your gasps turn silent, mouth hung open and body rigid while his fingers never stop playing with your clit as you ride out the orgasm and he feels, somehow, even more of your slick mixed with cum dripping out of you and making even more of a mess between your legs.

but even after you start coming down satoru doesn't stop. rolling your cute little clit between his fingers and making you nearly jump out of your skin from the unrelenting pleasure, squeezing his arm and begging for a break.

"don't wanna leave my favorite girl just yet," and you just know he's talking about both you and your pussy. it makes you groan and grind your hips again as his fingers dip back inside you, languidly exploring every inch of you while your body can't help but spam intermittently, aftershocks of your previous orgasm hitting against the new waves of pleasure building towards a second.

"toru please," you cry out, the sounds getting mangled by the way your breathing gets so harsh. you're practically crying now, and it's not just your thighs shaking by your whole body because he's taking advantage of the fact that your first orgasm left you so raw.

he shushes you, coos at you so sweetly while his thumb presses against your clit again and you sob, clawing at his skin as he settles on a more rapid pace this time, just to see you come fully undone in his lap. it doesn't take long at all, and he can feel the way liquid spurts against his hand. a lovesick grin works it's way across his face at that and he pulls his hand away fully, situating your shorts back in place over his favorite little treat as he places a sweet kiss to your temple.

satoru knows you're basically made of jello now, answering him in little grunts when he asks if you'd like to sit with him in the bath for a bit, let him hold you and work your body and mind back to full consciousness. carefully he gathers you in his arms, peppering more kisses across your face in silent thanks for always being so good to him, good for him.

[theloveinc]

bakugo x reader - you have a fussy baby

(warnings: ooc, you have a baby and are called mama. no mention of pregnancy. written in bed)

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There’s a part of Bakugo that always gets a little bit nervous when you call. A growing fear, one that’s not always the most reasonable, as he’s long since learned to stop guessing what it is he’ll have to answer to.

Usually, his worry is assuaged immediately by the chirp of your sweet voice, more often than not calling to ask about groceries, or the timing of his arrival home, or even just to say, “hey, sweetie. How are you?”

But as of late, with the stress of multiple new realities on his hands, the playing catchup of his returning back to work, it’s been—

“Katsuki,” your voice trembles on the receiver, the fuss of your hands practically audible too, “thank god. I’m so sorry, but—“

You whimper, there’s a wail, and his gut clenches, veins turning cold as ice with adrenaline like any and every other time he prepares, quicker than you know, to catch a villain.

“Fuck, babe?” his voice is raspy with the crack of worry, his eyes flitting about as if the crime is in front of him, the offender just across the line of the dark, moon-lit horizon. “Are you okay? Are you safe—“

You interrupt.

“I just can’t get him to sleep. I-I’ve tried everything,” there’s a hiccup from somewhere close by, the baby on your shoulder most likely, “but he’s not going down. I don’t know what to do anymore. He’s clean, he’s changed, he ate almost everything I had—“

“Hey,” he says sternly, dad-like, in a way you’ve almost never heard from him, and you halt. Bakugo looks around the empty streets he’s walking, the evening sky of a warm spring having now receded into chill. “I’ll be there quick, okay?”

And just as soon, he calls Kirishima to let him know he’s deviating from the patrol route.

-

Your son relaxes in his arms almost as soon as you set him down. Still in uniform, a sheen of sweat and dirt coating his body, he must smell like something comforting to the little babe as he stops crying just as fast, smacking his little lips into the sweaty shirt he now lays on.

You part from them, letting Bakugo take charge, the anxious tears stopped but still streaked down your cheeks, illuminated where you finally allow yourself to sit on the handsome blue armchair by the crib.

“Fussy shit,” Bakugo complains quietly, tearing one little snort of a giggle out of you as you gaze upon the two of them and wipe your nose, and at the same time, he gazes down at the baby with your eyes. “Wanted to make your mama cry, huh?”

“I’m sorry,” you say, sinking down into soft plush, “I’m so sorry I panicked, made you come all this way for nothing.”

“Stop apologizing, baby. ‘S not nothing,” he replies. “You needed help, and that’s what I’m here for. I’m”—he almost says fuckin’ Dynamight, pausing to look at you when he changes his mind—“dad. I’m dad.”

You smile weakly, and he approaches, dipping down on one knee to let you give your finally sleeping baby one last goodnight kiss, your fingers gently curling his blonde bangs away from his forehead.

“Just needed your daddy, I guess. Right, little boy?”

Bakugo can’t help but smirk, pulling back carefully to gently put the baby in his crib. He whines as he goes down, stretching his little limbs out now that the swaddle has been discarded… and though he notices the way your fingers tighten into themselves in worry as you watch, he settles back into sleep almost immediately, barely a pause in between to confirm it.

In the new silence, you finally whisper. “You gotta go back? To work?”

“I’ll get Denki over here in an hour,” Bakugo nods, also whispering; the sound that comes out unfamiliarly quiet, but not all that unpleasant as he steps and turns back to you, one hand reaching out to smooth down the hairs on your neck. “He’ll let you rest. You got it til then, or should I wait with you?”

You wave him off, still seeming tired but already calm enough to turn on the night light and pick up the book you started way back when, maybe even before becoming a mom. “I’ll be okay.”

“Don’t be afraid to ask for help again though, mama,” he leans down to give you your goodnight kiss before he finally has to go, reminding you of all the trust he has for you, too. “We’re all here to help.”

[ilys00ga]

𝗶𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗱𝘀, 𝘂𝗻𝗱𝗲𝗿 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗻𝗮𝗶𝗹𝘀.

➞ pair: yoongi x reader.

➞ genre: hurt/comfort (why do I keep making these lmao), established relationships, I'm so bad at tagging sorry.

➞ warnings: angst and fluff cuz we all need that (we really do). reader has anxiety and abandonment issues, yoongi is trying his best for the sake of both of them, just relationship things.

➞ A/N: requested by @parkjennykim, this was very fun to write! thanks for yet another idea <3 I hope u like it. I'm organizing this blog/post (?) while listening to mono, and let me tell yall, it's such a vibe omg. I think you should read this while listening to that album, I love it sm, I can't even begin to explain UGH- if namjoon ever goes on a world tour, he better perform every single song in that album, cuz imma be losing my mind in the crowd, esp during moonchild. my vocal cords are already getting sore. yeah. if u want this to hit that spot, maybe u should do what I said (this is a friendly order, if u will). if not, just enjoy and pls ignore any mistakes, english has been challenging me recently (for the last 10 years lmao)

ps. I am in a dire need of a yoongi in my life. specifically the one I wrote in this one. oh how I love being a lonely fanfic writer <33

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God knows how long it had been after it hit midnight when Yoongi stood in the kitchen. His eyes were red and heavy with drowsiness, but he couldn't sleep that night.

How does one sleep through a restless, biting night?

Surely not with a bad headache, or overflowing thoughts, and especially not with guilt chewing on his core.

He gulped, throat begging to be quenched as it held onto a slight, delicious, yet bothersome burning sensation. He opened the fridge and filled a glass with some water, raising it to his lips when loud a cry of his name, followed with a thud and a number of sobs, disturbed the quiet of the night and made him jump, startled.

His limbs froze in their place, glass almost slipping his hand and crashing on the floor when his sleep deprived brain realized that the muffled cries were yours.

Wide awake, he dashed after the sound. Thirst and sleep no longer occupied his mind, all he could think of was holding you in his arms.

He found you on the stairs, trembling as you wailed into your hands.

He hated it so much: seeing you in pain. He wanted nothing more than to shield you from the rainfall of your gloomy sky, from his own rainfall, from the world. How could one be an umbrella and the rain at once?

He blinked, once, twice, then gulped and heaved a deep, tired breath.

One storm doesn’t require another storm to be calmed down, that he knew. One needs to be composed and collected to stand still during a storm, that he knew as well.

With worried eyes, he gently called out your name and walked up to you, “darling, what’s wrong?”

You looked up as soon as you heard his worried voice, some tiny sense of relief washed over you when you saw him right there. A hundred daggers digged so deep into his heart and bones, aching, the moment a broken whimper of his name fell from your lips.

Without a second thought, Yoongi hugged your face to his chest. One of his hands was patting your back and the other affectionately caressed your head.

As he listened to his name that never left your lips, Yoongi held you there on the cold of the stairs with nothing but sweet nothings whispered back to your ears.

Everything he did and said was so gentle and soft, like he was so afraid you'd crack and come to tiny bits and pieces at any given moment. It all made you want to cry even harder, to hold him so tight and never let go.

Soon, when your tears started winding down, pulled away and cradled your face with his hands, palms faintly pressing on your cheeks as if he hoped to share their warmth with you.

Tender eyes met your wet ones and stared as their owner’s voice made its way through the noise of your sniffles and hiccups. He said, “It’s alright. I'm here. Talk to me, hmm?”

You answered his plea with a small nod, before wiping your tear stained skin and hugging him again. He smelt like home. You took a deep breath, greedily feeding your lungs with his lovely scent.

He hugged you back, wrapping his arms around your waist and pulling your body closer to his. He pressed light kisses on your temple, patiently waiting for you to talk.

“I had a really scary nightmare. so, so scary- I woke up, didn’t find you there- then…then I remembered the fight we had earlier. I…I thought I lost you- I'm sorry. sorry for the stupid things I said earlier. I love you so much! please don’t leave. please..”

Your voice quivered with fresh tears ready to be spilled again. Yoongi started hushing you as soon as he noticed that you were working yourself up.

Squeezing you in his arms, he whispered “I never left, and I never will.”

“I’m all right, nothing happened to me, see?” he leaned away just enough to allow you to take a quick look at his body, then added, “a stupid fight is not going to make me leave. I love you way too much for that, and I'm sorry for hurting you too.”

He could still read fear and uncertainty all over your face, and he didn't like that. He knew that you trusted him, and he didn't doubt your love for him.

At first, he didn't get it. He didn't understand the insecurities, the anxiety and the nightmares you suffered from especially after the inevitably worst of arguments that happened between you and him. But after longer and deeper talks, with you expressing your feelings and him listening with careful ears, it made much more sense to him.

Sometimes he hated himself for triggering your alarms and making it harder for you, but he knew it was neither his fault nor was it yours.

Growth and pain are two key elements that come arm in arm with love, and fights are an unpreventable part of any kind of relationship. For all that, he always ended up blaming himself for making you question your worth to him when he can't even sleep without you happily cuddling his side.

Softly, lovingly, he started prepping tender kisses over your cheeks, nose, forehead, chin, temples, all over your flushed face.

It worked like watching waving fields of green wheat dancing with the wind, your storm started to slowly die down and your heart felt at ease again. slowly, but definitely.

Smiling ever so affectionately, Yoongi sealed his reassurance with a loving kiss that consumed you whole, and it left the corners of your mouth curving up in a dazzling smile. You nuzzled his chest and sighed.

“I really hate fighting with you.” you mumbled into his clothed chest, drained and light headed from all the crying and nearly-a-panic-attack you went through.

“I know, I'm sorry. I hate it too." he whispered back.

There was a pause of comfortable silence, with both of you breathing each other in, before he wondered aloud: “did you fall down the stairs? are you okay?”

You chuckled breathily at his question, recalling the hysteria he had to deal with just a few minutes ago. But Yoongi was there, right beside you. your arms were tightly wrapped around his torso, right by your side.

He had some kind of exceptionally irrepressible magic in those fierce eyes and that gummy smile of his, you inarguably couldn’t be more grateful for that.

“I'm alright. Was too busy crying, I didn’t even feel a thing to be honest.” you said, and he giggled.

“I love when you’re clumsy like that, but please be more careful, muffin. Can’t have you hurting yourself because of me even more." Even with your face buried into the crook of his neck, you could feel and hear the heavy pout in that comment.

Huffing, you leaned away with furrowed brows and a strict gaze. Yoongi gulped. Hesitation took over him, yet he knew that honesty is the only thing that must be present to drive this conversation to an end.

Honestly brings clarity, he found himself reminding himself of that very often.

"as long as we take care of each other, it's okay. I love you." you affirmed, and perhaps Yoongi almost teared up because of the way you looked at him right then and there. He wouldn't utter a word to spoil that information out loud, though.

The shy grin and the flushed cheeks you were met with were worth risking the entire world and its eight billion residents. You couldn't help but smile and pull him into another hug.

"This is great and all, but my butt is numbed. I think there's no blood flowing down there anymore," he said, his heart swooning when you giggled at his humorous change of topic, so relieved that he was finally able to hear your brightness again.

"Let's go back to rest, darling." He stood up, grabbed your hand and squeezed it in his, then gently pulled your body up and dragged you to your shared bedroom, where everything and everyone else meant little to nothing at all as you laid in each other's arms.

[luzmie]

PRINCESS TREATMENT — NAGI

sfw, fem!reader, protective bf, flirty.

inspired by this tiktok

nagi who’s been in a relationship with you for 5 years now but still treats you with so much love.

nagi who always goes out with you when you are invited to a party even though he’s not a huge fan of them.

nagi who watches over you and how much you drink.

who can’t help but smile when you pull him out to dance.

who takes pictures to look back and cherish the moment.

whispers how cute and pretty you are into your ear just to see your flustered self.

tells you when he’s leaving you to go to the restroom and gives you a forehead kiss.

who catches you as you stumble walking toward him after having one to many drinks.

worries about how many drinks you’ve had and tells you not to drink so many.

you tell him it’s fine and you aren’t even drunk yet although you are stumbling all over the place.

who find your hiccups cute as you blabber on and on about who knows what. 

“the-n uh she kissed him and the-n hu got together ahh so cuteee~” you let out another hiccup, “stupid hiccups don’t uh let me hu talk!”

he creases your hair, “don’t worry i understand you~” clearly he doesn’t but he wants to reassure you.

has his arms around your waist to keep you close.

once it’s time to leave he’s already taken off your heels and carried you bridal style out the door.

“love youuu~ let’s get married….” nagi smiles, “okay maybe next year then.” you squeal, “really..?” nagi shakes his head no.

you pout and try to leave his grasp. “no i will walk a good future husband will carry their lover.” nagi holds you tighter, “okay okay next year then just wait?” you grab his face and plant a big kiss on his cheek almost nibbling on it.

you giggle as you lay your head on his chest.

who opens the door and sets you in the passenger seat, placing a blanket over you and throw up bag next to you just incase.

who laughs at your random sleep talking.

carries you out the door and changes you into something more comfortable for bed.

takes off your makeup and gives you kisses as a reward for staying still.

“stay still and i will give you another one.” he says as you immediately freeze in place only to feel his lips onto yours again. he giggles and cuddles you until you both fall asleep.

[mintmatcha]

DEAD DOVE DO NOT EAT! Mind the tags!!

TW: angst, mentions of child loss, cisfem reader with she/her pronouns

Kirishima’s voice echoes down the hall, despite how he tries to keep it quiet. The sound is almost covered by the distant mumblings of the radio, but his timbre, throaty and familiar, carries, creeping down the hall to where it isn’t supposed to be. With your eyes closed, you can picture him, with his outside coat still pulled over his shoulders and mismatched shoes crammed into his feet.

“Hey, congrats, man,” he says. The phone had rung a couple minutes ago and without a doubt, you know who’s on the other line and what they’re talking about. Only Bakugo would call this early in the morning, only one topic needs to be whispered,  “I’m really happy for you. Tell your wife I said congrats too.”

He shifts, socked feet sliding against the carpet. The hot compress pressed into your stomach lost its heat hours ago, but still, you clutch at it, pulling at it through the covers. No matter how you try to settle in, your bed offers no comfort, so you lay there and don’t even try to sleep, listening to a conversation that you know will make you hurt.

“Uh, yeah- maybe. Soonish. I, uh- yeah. I know, we're next,” Kirishima whispers. A singer once told you that whispering is harder on your vocal cords than talking and you can hear it now, tearing up his voice the lower he tries to go, scratching it unbearably raw. “Listen, I gotta go. We were at the hospital last night, so--- Yeah, we’re fine. She’s fine. I’ll explain another day, okay?”

He exhales. It’s shaky.  “I’ll explain later. Bye.”

Kirishima sighs with the weight of the world and you feel it too, crushing your rib cage. Every breath aches like your body doesn’t want to take it.

Your husband stands in the hall for a long time, still and sighing, pulling each breath deep before letting it out again through his teeth. Eventually, he slinks into the room, tiptoeing over to his side of the bed. He knows you aren’t asleep-

How could you fall asleep after that?

“Hey,” he tucks his legs under him as he settles into bed and you roll over to face him. Bags have settled under his eyes, dark and creased from tears he hasn’t yet shed. For now, in front of you, he stays strong, unbreakable even without the quirk.

"Are... are you still cramping?" he stumbles over himself, "I can heat that thing up again.”

There's a familiar knot in your lower stomach that comes and goes, but shake your head anyway. If it hurts, it feels real.

"Just let me know," he rubs his knuckles down your arm, "Anything for you."

You need him to say it. The knowledge you’re not supposed to have itches.

But Kirishima is too kind. He kisses your forehead with a delicacy that makes your eyes water.

"I love you," he says.

“They’re having another kid, aren’t they?”

Kirishima recoils at that and the horrified, ruined expression on his face tells you what you need to know.

 “Honey,” he whispers. His body crumples into yours, practically laying on top of you, and his weight pressed the heat pack even harder into your already aching core. Hid head nuzzled deep into your cheek, muffling the way his breath hiccups with an inhaled sob as he gathers himself. “Oh, sweetie.”

“It’s fine,” you reply.

He's not fine, lamenting in a tone that almost makes you mad. It aches so horribly that you've gone numb to it all, why can't he be the same?

"I didn’t want you to hear that.”  

“It’s fine.”

He squeezes you like he needs you closer than actually possible, adjusting his grip every couple of seconds when the proximity doesn't satiate him. “I didn’t want you to know. Not yet. Not so soon."

“There's no reason to get upset about it,” The edge of the hospital bracelet eats into your wrist. “It’s not their fault our babies can't stay alive."

When he reels back to stare at you, you can't meet his gaze. You know what you fid. The wound between you is still too fresh to prod, but you hit it anyway.

"Don't say that."

It was only a couple hours ago when the doctor patted your knee like he cared and said he was very, very sorry, but there just isn't a heartbeat anymore. These things happen, he said, the first fifteen weeks can be fickle, try not to blame yourself, the bleeding won't last long.

Kirishima just nodded the whole time, head bobbing up and down with a thinly veiled, wide eyed horror.

You did nothing. You've heard it before. You both have.

"Why would I be upset that Bakugo's having his third kid?" You're picking at the edges of Kirishima's sleeve, freeing frayed edges, looking anywhere but at him and those sad, sad eyes, "I've been pregnant three times too. It's no big deal."

"Please stop," he says, much louder now.

“It's not their fault I'm broken."

“Please stop.”  Kirishima's hand hooks behind your neck as he pleads, thumb running out your cheek, “I- you're being cruel."

"My baby died," you say simply, "I'm allowed to be."

Kirishima's lower lip wobbles and for a moment you swear he fractures, about to slip completely apart in your hands. Against the bloodshot white of his eyes, the iris seems faded and tired. The cut through his monolid has long silvered, much thinner than it once was, but still there, a reminder that he was young once.

Your own eyes burn with tears once again.

"Not to yourself. And not to me. You don't get to be mean with me." His thumb brushes over your cheek again, softer this time. Despite his quirk, his hands are smooth and uncalloused, their touch almost tickling. "I lost him too."

On your first date, Kirishima offhandledly mentioned he wanted his children to have quirks just like him. Back then, it was nothing more than a silly whimsy, but that thought creeped its way into your daydreams, then into your hopes, until it cemented itself there, a permanent fixture of your idealized life.

It takes effort to step out of your own grief. Kirishima didn't physically lose the pregnancy like you did, but he is still mourning all the same, letting go of a dream he's clutched for longer than you probably know.

"I'm sorry." You finally hug him back, squeezing with all the might your exhausted body can muster.

"I know." His shoulders hitch and quiver, but he doesn't cry. Not yet. The quiet of your empty apartment eats at you both, the only sound being that of your uneven breathing, out of sync with each other. Eventually you both relax into each other, taking solace in the simple comfort of proximity.

"Bakugo's gonna ask," Kirishima whispers suddenly, "And I don't know how to tell him. I can't just-"

He sniffles. "I'm not you. I can't just say it."

You run your knuckles up and down his knotted back, but stay silent. You understand, of course, the suffocating, unbearable misery that sits in the room is almost too much to address.

But how are you supposed to live with something your husband can't even talk about in public?

[tojigasm]

I ABSOLUTELY LOVE YOUR STORIES OH MY GOD

From the way they are worded to the way they are portrayed, everything seems so real !!

I wanted to ask if, since there are barely any fluffy stories of Jake Sully, you could do an aftercare with him.

Like he was a little too rough on the reader (you can include this too) and she's a little sobby and desperately need to be held and babied like the princess she is to him. I just wanna see soft Jake, where he is just soft for the reader and only the reader..

Again, your stories are always a good read<3

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Oh what a lovely thing to say, anon!! Thank you so much for your kind words. this truly is a message that will stick with me forever. I hope you enjoy!! 🫶💕

Hes so gentle with you as your high slowly dwindles, stroking at the dip of your back as you shake beneath him. Tears are still pouring over your raw cheeks and wetting the auburn mat under your tired and trembling body, "I know, baby, i know."

Sometimes it's hard to breathe when you come down, your mind scrambling to grasp onto something, and you nearly panic before you're grounded by Jake's voice and soft hold on you, "You're okay, kid," he presses a kiss to your swollen cheek, "M'right here."

Your chin trembles for a second before you're full-blown out sobbing and hiccupping; your face pressed into the heat of his chest. Jake coos at you, "I know, I know, daddy was too rough," he presses you closer to him as he sits up, pulling you into his lap, a hand pressing your head to his chest as he places kisses to your forehead. He lets you cling to him as you breathe shakily, sobs bubbling up in your throat before you can stop them.

Jake's so attentive, he's looking down at you, thumb stroking the soft of your cheek when he sees your eyes fill with tears and feels you tense in his arms as you struggle to hold the sobs back. "It's okay, sweetie," he says with a nod and warm smile, "just breathe."

It's not until you've stopped shaking and your sobs have softened into small whimpers that Jake realizes you're quickly falling asleep, he moves to stand up, pulling you with him. "Nooo, I wanna sleep," you whine, legs automatically wrapping around his waist as he carries you to the fire set up among your large hammock.

"I know, sweetie, but you gotta drink something," he sits down near the flames, heat strokes your skin as he settles you into his lap. With your back to his chest, he soothes a hand over your shaky thighs, "shh," Jake presses a kiss to the nape of your neck as he pulls over a small leaf filled with rainwater.

He lifts the small leaf to your lips, hand still stroking the inside of your thigh, "Small sips, sweetheart," he pinches your cheek, and you squeal with a giggle, rubbing the place where he pinched you.

"That hurt!" Jake only rolls his eyes as he lets you hold the cupped leaf, reaching for a bowl of banana fruit you'd cut up earlier, ripping the plush of it up into small, mashed pieces for you to munch.

You take a couple gulps of your water and Jake raises an eyebrow at you before you sheepishly smile, drinking smaller portions as he goes back to crushing your snack. Once you're finished, you put the leaf down, throwing your hands into your lap with a sigh.

"All done?" He asks and you nod happily, Jake smiles, handing you a piece of mashed fruit but before you're able to take it, he pulls away from you, "what are we not gonna do?" He stares at you deadpanned.

"Eat it all in one bite," you smile, and he nods before handing it over to you. "Don't need a repeat of last time." He mumbles, pushing the bowl to side before watching you eat. Jake presses soft kisses to your shoulder and arm, talking to you as you eat and occasionally pulling over your leaf to drink from when he decides you need it and mushing up more bread for you when you want it.

After Jake notices you've begun to slow down and you're yawning almost between every bite, he pulls the leaf away from your lap to the side, maneuvering to pick you up when you stop him with a shake of your head. "Don't wanna move," you merely sigh, settling into his chest.

"We gotta go to bed, baby," He soothes a hand over your head, cupping you to this striped chest softly.

"M'too tired to move." you mumble, nuzzling into him.

Jake lets you fall asleep in his arms, deciding he'll carry you to your shared mat later, for now though, he just wants to hold you, just hold you, basked in the warmth of the fire and blue hue of the sky, eating mushed fruit and drawing soft circles into your back.

[chapel-of-rizztual]

Mommy Lus helping Dew through a unexpected heat? -🌱

*pterodactyl screaming* y’all know how I feel about mommy Lus!!

she’s a long one buckle down

Cumulus was pulled out of a deep sleep by a banging at her bedroom door. It wasn’t really a banging, more of a tapping but it was relentless enough to wake her up. The clock on her bedside table reads 03:44 and she sighs, pulling the duvet off her. This better be an emergency. 

She pulls the door open to reveal a very dishevelled Dewdrop. His hair was a mess, matted and tangled, damp with sweat with the little wispy hairs stuck to his forehead. He was almost naked except for a pair of boxers which had a very obvious tent. There was a red blotchiness that started at his chest and traveled all the way up to his tear damp cheeks. 

“Dew?” She questions, the confusion evident in her voice. 

Dew’s eyes dart to her for a brief second before flicking away and looking anywhere else but her, the blush on his cheeks darkening. 

“I-um, help? Please.” 

Cumulus is confused for a second more before she catches his scent, cinnamon and roasted marshmallows, overly sweet and almost suffocating. Oh.

Dew braves looking at her again, his pupils blown so wide there’s just a thin ring of blue around the edges. 

“I can’t- it won’t stop.” His eyes well with tears at his bottom lip wobbles. “Please help me. Please make it stop, mommy.” He hiccups. 

Cumulus pulls him into her room and into her arms, pushing the door shut behind her. Dew buries his face into her chest, rubbing his cheek against her breast.

“Please, mommy. I’ll be good, i promise, I’ll be good.” He grinds himself against her thigh, panting. 

Cumulus runs her fingers through his sweat damp hair, untangling the knots and pressing a kiss to the top of his head.  “Oh, I know you will be. Such a good boy for me aren’t you?” 

Dew sobs and nods into her chest, his arms coming to wrap around her as he squeezes at the fat on her hips.  “I want- will you help me?” He looks up at her with watery eyes. “Please?” 

Cumulus tilts his head back with a finger under his chin and brings her lips down to his in a sweet kiss. Dew whimpers into it, his knees going weak as he squeezes at her hips again, grinding his cock into her thigh even harder. The kiss turns filthy quickly as Dew licks into her mouth with another pathetic whimper, his hands sliding up her body to paw at her tits. Her rolls her nipples through her sleep shirt as she takes over the kiss, pulling his head back even more with a fistful of his hair making Dew moan into her mouth. 

She breaks off the kiss just as Dew begins to grind into her thigh faster. She laughs lightly at him when he chases her lips with a small whine and a pout. 

“Go get in my bed, baby.” She runs a thumb over his bottom lip. “Go get comfy and I’ll be there in a minute.” 

Dew gives one last squeeze to her breasts before scampering off, stripping his boxers off leaving them in a heap on the floor, and climbs into her bed, sitting himself up against the headboard. Cumulus turns to lock the door before turning back to face the bed, stripping off as she goes. Dew whines watching her strip off, practically drooling over her as he fists a hand over his cock desperately. 

Once she’s fully naked she climbs back onto her bed, straddling Dew’s thighs. Dew immediately grips at her thighs, kneading the flesh under his hands slightly, his cock bobbing against his stomach. 

He looks up at her with so much love and admiration in his eyes Cumulus feels her cunt throb. She leans back down to pull him back into a kiss and he goes so easily, letting her lead as she pushes her tongue into his mouth. He whimpers into it, his hips bucking upwards on their own accord. Cumulus grinds down onto him, smearing her slick over his cock making him moan loudly and his eyes flutter shut.

Dew pulls away from the kiss, a string of saliva connecting their mouths that he rubs away.  “Mommy, please. I want-please.” 

Cumulus runs a hand down his jawline, rubbing a thumb over his spit damp lips. 

“What do you want, baby? What do you need?” 

“I want-oh.” His hips twitch again, pushing his cock in between her slick folds. “I want- please.” He looks shyly up at her. “Will you sit on it? Please?” 

“Yeah, babyboy? Want me to ride you?” 

Dew throws his head back with a groan, hitting the headboard.  “Please, mommy. Want that so bad.” There are tears welling in his eyes again as he paws at her hips desperately trying to pull her onto him. 

“Easy, baby. You don’t need to be so desperate.” She runs a hand down his chest, thumbing at his nipples. “I thought you were a good boy for me?” 

Dew cried out, throwing his head back again as the tears that had previously welled in his eyes now spilled down his cheeks.  “I’m good, I’m a good boy, I promise. I’ll be good for you.” 

Cumulus brushes away the few stray tears on his cheeks with her thumb and pushes the digit into his mouth. Dew sucks at her thumb immediately, looking up at her from behind his damp lashes with that look of admiration in his eyes again. 

“My good boy, aren’t you? So good for me.” Cumulus lifts herself up, grabbing Dew’s cock with one hand, running the head through her slick folds. She sinks down in one go, not giving him any warning and watches as his eyes roll back into his skull. 

He pulls off her thumb and groans, gripping at her hips even harder.  “Oh, mommy. Feels-feels so good.” He pants, feeling fully breathless under her.  

Cumulus gives a little experimental roll of her hips making the both moan. “Yeah? That feel good, baby? You like mommy sitting on your cock?” 

Dew whimpers, squeezing his eyes closed and nods, unable to trust his voice right now. His hands move up from her hips, back up to her breasts and squeezes, pinching her nipples making her moan. She rolls her hips down in time to Dew’s pinching and she throws her head back with pleasure, feeling her cunt flutter around him. 

His head rolls forward and he buries his face in between her tits, pushing them together, fully suffocating himself. He mouths along her right breast, kissing and sucking little bruises as he makes his way down to her nipple, sucking the bud into his mouth. He looks back up at her with shy look on his face once again as he suckles at her nipple, his hand kneading at her other breast. 

Cumulus strokes a hand down this face, brushing a few stray wispy hairs from his face. She can feel his knot bumping against her entrance with each roll of her hips.  “You close babyboy? I know you are, you can never last long.” 

Dew whines around her nipple squeezing his eyes closed and shaking his head. 

“Oh, baby.” She coos at him. “There’s no point in lying I can feel the evidence.” She clenches purposefully around him and his eyes widen in shock and he lets out a surprised squeak. 

“M-mommy!” He gasps out. “I-oh, oh no. Mommy, I’m- I’m gunna-I’m so close.” 

“Yeah, baby? Gunna cum for me? Pop that little knot inside me and fill me up?” Cumulus bounces down onto his harder, feeling his knot so close to popping into her. 

Dew whines again, feeling his thighs start to shake as he desperately tries to fight off his impending orgasm. It’s no use though, Cumulus is clenching around him so tightly, bouncing just right, and he feels his orgasm building higher and higher. 

“Stop fighting it, baby.” Cumulus strokes down his face again. “Be a good boy and cum for me, my darling.” 

Dew’s eyes roll back into his skull as he cums, his hips snapping upwards as his knot swells and pops inside Cumulus, filling her and locking them together. He sick harder at her nipple as his orgasm rolls through him, little gasps and whimpers leaving his lips. 

“That’s it, good boy. Such a good boy, aren’t you?” Cumulus pants, slowing the movement of her hips to a slow grind before stopping completely. 

Dew pulls off her nipple with a slick pop, still kneading at both her breasts. He looks back up at her, blinking owlishly at her.  “Did you- you didn’t cum.” He pouts at her. 

Cumulus laughs and shakes her head.  “I didn’t. But that’s okay, this was about you not me.” 

Dew pouts even more, a frown forming on his face. “But- you still felt good, right? I made you feel good?”

Cumulus tilts his head back and places a gentle kiss to his lips.  “You made me feel very good, baby.” 

Dew gives a satisfied hum, resting his forehead on her chest.  “When my knot goes down, I’m gunna eat you out, make you cum all over my face.” 

Cumulus kisses the top of his head, smiling down down at him sweetly.  “If you feel better by then, then I won’t stop you.” 

“I feel better already.” He looks up at her, a mischievous smile on his face. “You’ve got a magic pussy.” 

Cumulus laughs loudly, throwing her head back. “That’s enough out of you.” She flicks lightly at his nose. “Nap time. And we’ll see how you feel after that.” 

Dew yawns at the mention of a nap as Cumulus rearranges them both so she can lie down with with him, keeping his knot comfortable inside her. Dew snuggles down into her, burying his face back onto her tits, a purr rumbling through his chest. He mouths along her breast again, making his was to her nipple, sucking it back into his mouth with a contented sigh. 

Cumulus shakes her head at him, but the smile on her have gives away as she watches him suckle at her nipple, his eyes fluttering closed as he lets out little sighs. A pure of her own rumbles through her chest, matching Dew’s, as she fights keeping her eyes open. It’s a fight she loses and eventually her eyes flutter shut, the pair of them falling asleep wrapped up together. 

[bonnie-aphrodite]

Trolls HTTYD AU

I don't really post anything but I had an awesome idea and I'm obsessed with it.

So it's set in the HTTYD universe BUT Peppy decides to lead around a third of Berk's population on a journey to find an island with no dragons. This happens a few years before Hiccups birth and most Vikings thought them cowards so they are forgotten by the people of Berk. Peppy is a fearsome and strong Viking but wants a peaceful place to raise Poppy and Viva, the events of the journey mirror the trollstice escape to a certain degree.

Branch

A Whispering Death named Thorns

Branch is the first in the village to befriend a dragon despite fearing them the most

He helps Branch dig out his bunker

Thorns is kept secret until Poppy and her dragon need to be rescued

Thorns likes to coil around Branch to sleep

Branch is used to diving out of the way of Thorns randomly barreling through the tunnels in the bunker

Poppy

A Scuttleclaw she names Flutterclaw

Goes off to befriend a dragon immediately after hearing about the Dragon riders on Berk and stumbles across her

Flutterclaw is just as upbeat as Poppy, she's almost never tired

She's named Flutterclaw because we know Poppy isn't the best at naming things on the spot (Tiny Diamond)

They invent dragon-back acrobatics for fun

John Dory

A Snafflefang, it's Rhonda :)

When JD abandoned his brothers he sailed to Neverglaide Mountain and met her by accident

Rhonda had never met a Viking before and just treated the poor guy like a scared hatchling

JD is freaking out but eventually they come to an understanding

They've wandered together ever since

The first character to befriend a dragon

SpBruce

A Scauldron! (Not sure of the name yet)

When he left Bruce went to a neighbouring tribe and established an inn for travelers after meeting Brandy

It was very successful until the Scauldron decided to stake claim

The two had an ongoing rivalry so I famous that everyone on the island was privy to it

When a traveler from Berk came to spread word about dragon riding, Bruce thought he'd give it a shot

It took a while to earn the dragon's trust but it worked eventually

The duo protect the island from wild dragons and Bruce's kids

Clay

A Raincutter named Thundertone

When a storm rips through Peppy's fleet, two of the six ships get seperated from the others

These boats hold Viva and Clay, who work together to lead their people on as Peppy would have wanted

They find an island with minimal dragons but their new Chieftess is very fearful of being attacked, so the Vikings of Gulf Island stay hidden

After the brothers reunite, Clay is out brooding in a rainstorm and he meets a Raincutter with an oddly deep roar

He likes how serious the dragon sounds and they bond whole playing in the rain and digging up food for Thundertone

Floyd

A Windgnasher he names Snaowguard

On the night Brozone (the most formidable dragon slaying family on Berk) broke up, Floyd said goodbye to branch but rushed to a boat the moment he was out of sight

He chased after his brothers' boats, seeing JD's not too far off

In his haste, Floyd accidentally skirted into Outcast waters and was captured

They kept him for his dragon killing knowledge thanks to outcasts Velvet and Veneer

Floyd had grown compassionate towards dragons, he never really liked killing them

After 20ish years his brothers rescued him

The previous week Floyd had spent neighbouring with a Windgnasher who he looked out for and bonded with

Floyd made sure she was saved too and Snaowguard repaid his kindness by protecting him and the two became a pair

Viva

A Deadly Nadder named Brightspark

Her fear of dragons rivalled Branch's, especially after the attacks she had to protect her people from after being seperated from her father and baby sister

This means that she is one of the last Vikings to open up to befriending a dragon

Clay, Thundertone, Flutterclaw and Poppy all help her overcome her fear and it comes in handy when she rescues a Deadly Nadder from a dragon trap (possibly her own?)

They're both scarred by their experiences but find an odd sense of comfort in eachother

Peppy

A Terrible Terror he names Matchsticks

After Poppy brings the idea of dragon riding back to Poptrell Island, Peppy of course wants one

Poppy shows him a bunch of fearsome and tough dragons

But Chief Peppy distracted by the Terrible Terror fighting off a Nadder from his pile of fish

He becomes absolutely enamored with the brave little guy and adopts him immediately

Peppy spoils Matchstick so much that even Poppy has to tell him to chill out a little

I have so much lore written for this AU you don't even know

[lilliths-httyd-blog]

One of my favourite tropes in fanfiction is when characters wake up from being unconscious or whatever and they're lying sprawled out on top of someone else (usually an enemy)

Anyway I'm working on a Viggo/Hiccup fic rn :)

[whataboutthefish]

Steddie a/b/o - Single mom Omega Steve.

TW unplanned pregnancy, shitty boyfriend

Words 1000

Steve who is stared at in the streets, people talk in hushed tones around him and openly shun him because he “went and got himself pregnant” 

Steve who’s boyfriend had promised he’d pull out and there was no chance he’d get pregnant if he could just fuck Steve without a condom. And when his boyfriend didn’t pull out in time, knotting them together and almost passing out on top of Steve as he began to panic. The boyfriend who called Steve a slut for getting pregnant and wanted nothing to do with him besides tell Steve to fix it himself. 

Steve, who is left to deal with it on his own, as he gets to watch this stupid alpha graduate, go to a good college and marry a “decent” omega.

Steve tries to keep the pregnancy a secret, just keeps telling himself he will work something out he just needs a bit more time. And when it’s too hard to hide the bump under oversized sweaters he has to tell his parents. He is desperately sad and scared and needs help but they just kick him out, he has his car and the clothes he managed to pack into a small bag as his father cursed him out calling him a slut and a whore while his mother couldn’t even look him in the eyes. 

Steve has to live in his car while he tries to get enough money to put the down payment on rent at the trailer park. He is scared and lonely, his back aches and he’s desperately tired but he keeps working, saving money when he can. It’s the worst when he needs to decide between fuel for the car or food. He worries continuously about if he’s harming the baby, he’s always so cold, he’s not eating properly and working so many hours. 

He will sit in the car rubbing a hand over his stomach, telling the baby that everything will be alright, that he’s got it all under control and they are safe, that the baby is loved, more than it could ever know. And the whole time tears run down his cheeks because in his heart and soul he wishes more than anything that someone would hold him and tell him those same things. 

When he has the money to move into a trailer he’s able to relax just a bit, telling the baby “I told you we’d be ok”. They have warmth, even if he can’t afford to heat the place overnight, a roof over their heads will be enough. 

When Steve goes into labor he drives himself to the hospital, he has a small bag of items he could afford to take with him, pays for the car to stay in long stay parking and staggers into the emergency. 

It’s a girl, placed into his arms at five past midnight and Steve cries as he holds this tiny piece of him in his arms, alone in the hospital room and he can’t help how hard his heart aches at how much he could love someone so much. And he whispers into the thick dusting of black hair “I told you we’d be ok.” 

Steve has to go back to work right away, he’s still sore and weak but the bills need to be paid. He has a sitter that is flexible with time and he can just afford it if he cuts back on food for himself. He gets formula for the baby just in case his milk isn’t nutritious enough for her. He keeps slogging on, rocking the baby to sleep at night as he drifts off in the chair by her crib.

The day he meets Eddie he just got off a 12 hour shift, he had to pay the sitter extra money that he didn’t have because his boss wouldn’t let him leave, he picked up take out on the way home unable to even think about standing and making dinner. It’s raining the dirt outside his home has turned to mud and when he’s getting the baby out of the car he drops his dinner, it’s scattered everywhere, there is no rescuing it. 

Steve screams “FUCK” and just can’t anymore, with baby tucked against his chest he falls to the mud back against his car and cries. He’s a hiccuping gasping mess, with a baby that won’t stop crying because she’s tired and hungry 

Eddie who has seen the Omega coming and going, seen the long hours they work and the exhaustion that is obvious in everything they do. He’s watched them and wanted to say hello, make friends but always been too shy, he pokes his head out the door and sees all this and his heart breaks. 

He goes over to Steve, kneels in the mud “Hey, hey, come on now, no use crying over spilt milk, I just put mac and cheese in the microwave how bout you come over.” 

“I’m Eddie by the way,” The alpha ducks and laughs since he was offering to feed a stranger, without introduction. 

Steve who only recognises Eddie from his dark hair and the glimpses he’s seen through the curtains, who is so exhausted and the alpha scents good, and he’s offering food which honestly he’s so fucking hungry so he takes the offered hand but winces when he gets up and his pants are muddy and stuck to his ass. Steve introduces himself and the baby with a sad smile, pushing away the fallen tears from his face

“How about you go in and get changed, see to baby and i’ll bring food over in about 10?” Eddie suggests, and Steve thinks he could fall in love. It feels like the first nice thing someone has done for him since he found out he was pregnant so he agrees.

Letting the alpha into his house and into his life was probably the best thing he’s ever done. Life seems to feel lighter with Eddie around. It’s a friendship that blooms slowly into a romance and into the life that Steve had always dreamed for himself. A life filled with love, laughter and family. 

Steve rocks in a chair, his feet up and a pillow behind his back, taking the pressure of his aching heavily pregnant body. A toddler is passed out on his chest as Steve whispers into her hair, “I told you we’d be ok,”

[peaches-and-creamm]

this was supposed to be a little drabble but i got WAY ahead of myself... woops. :P

reader has nightmares, alhaitham is there- for once- to comfort you.

cw: alhaitham is AUTISTIC AS SHIT!! i’m so right. idc. i’m projecting a bit-

!no in detail nightmares mentioned! not proof read so sorry for any improper grammar!

You know, obviously he loves you.. right?

He’s always super busy, and you know that. It’s not like that will make you miss him less all of a sudden.

Feelings are feelings , right?

On rare occasions you come to work with him, you’ll usually ask if you can at least sit with him while he goes about his duties. Hell, you’re desperate enough to possibly sit outside his office or something, knowing he’d come out and you could possibly interact with him.

He has a pretty hard time with his emotions, especially when it comes to a love interest.

Having a partner is fairly hard for him. He thinks he’s doing okay at keeping you happy, but since you don’t see each other that often he doesn’t seem to realize how much you wish he was there.

Alhaitham had woken up earlier than you as always -

In the mornings he enjoys watching your sleeping form for a moment, maybe a bit longer than what could be considered “normal”.

He notices you start to slightly stir in your sleep, he raises an eyebrow before moving around the bed to stare at your face, noticing your eyebrows furrowing. You seem to be having a nightmare?

He’s not too sure what to do in this situation. Alhaitham isn’t very good at comforting people.

You groan a bit before you woke up, breathing heavy.

He wouldn’t know, but you’re used to this.

Alhaitham stepped back a little when you sat up abruptly, putting your hands on your face. Not yet realizing he was there.

He didn’t really know what to do, so he just kind of stood there for a bit.

It wasn’t until you started crying softly he leaned more onto the bed, putting his hand on the small of your back.

You jolted in fear at his touch, tears filling your eyes and some even running down your, now red, cheeks. Seeing this made Alhaitham feel something he didn’t quite understand...

Fear? Was he worrying about you? He kind of just stared at you for a bit. He was sitting awkwardly, not knowing what to do at all.

You rubbed your eyes a bit, slightly clearing some of the tears. Although it did not stop them from steadily running out.

After hearing you hiccup and breathe more heavily, Alhaitham scratched the back of his neck before reaching his arms out- trying to hug you,

You paused your movements for a second before scooting across the bed to lay in his arms.

“Are you alright?” He spoke, clear, and almost stern. He always had a hard time when it comes to tone, often speaking bluntly.

You tried speaking, but another small sob came out.

“I didn’t know you were here still..” You pulled back and stared at his face, your eyes now puffy.

He rubbed small circles into your back, not knowing what people usually do to comfort someone else.

“Were..You having a nightmare?” He asked although he knew the answer. His eyebrows furrowed as he reached one of his hands towards one of your red, wet cheeks.

He obviously knows when things upset him, but it feels sort of weird to him to have something upset him this much.

You sniffle, leaning your head into Alhaithams hand.

“I always do…” You slightly whimpered at the thought of what all the constant nightmares were about.

At this, Alhaitham felt .. angry? He wasn’t quite sure.

“Why.” He blandly stated- moving his other hand so he now cups both of your cheeks. With one, he started moving his thumb so he could wipe away some of the tears. He tries his best to look you in your eyes, but you found your gaze wondering off.

You hiccup and move away from his hands a bit, At this Alhaitham moved so one of his hands could cup your chin.

He tried his best to get you to turn towards him, but you resisted a little. After he noticed you trying to avoid eye contact, he decided to tilt his head in the direction you were looking in.

"y/n..." He spoke quietly, now succeeding in turning your face towards his.

As you met his gaze you felt your heart drop a bit. The look on his face- the way his eyebrows seemed glued together- never unfurrowing.

He looked upset as his eyes flickered between both of yours.

"Haitham..." You whispered, a crack in your voice. Your tears have stopped running at this point, but your cheeks were still covered in dried tears.

"I'm sorry." He spoke, bringing both of his hands onto your cheeks yet again. They were cold- but maybe it just felt that way because your cheeks still felt hot.

You sniffle, your eyes widening a bit. "Huh...?"

The questioning noise that left your lips in a whisper....why was he saying sorry...you're the one who is sitting here crying over things that aren't real…

"I said I'm sorry. You said 'I always do' after I've asked you if you were having a nightmare." He sighed out and pulled his hands away from your cheeks, his eyebrows finally relaxing once he noticed you've stopped crying.

"Oh..." You rubbed your cheeks, they grew a bit sore, but at least the redness was dying down.

"May I ask what it was about?" He questioned, he found himself idly messing with the blanket, attempting to regulate himself. All of these sudden emotions had overwhelmed him a bit. This never happens anymore- but whenever something related to you happens he has a very hard time focusing on anything else.

"Oh, well...It's always the same thing. It happens almost...every night.." You sigh out, you found yourself leaning more into Alhaitham, you were still a bit stressed about the dream- but knowing the actual Alhaitham was here- right in front of you, was enough to calm you down.

"Every night?" He quirks his eyebrow up as he watched you carefully, scanning your face and trying his best to read your emotions right now.

You let out a soft sigh, you had to admit you felt a bit embarrassed at your current situation. You never wanted him to see you like this, however, it seems this time you can’t avoid it.

“y/n?” He said your name, softly, a hint of concern in his voice. Alhaitham moved closer to you and put one of his hands on your shoulder.

You look towards him with a lopsided smile, He started idly fiddling with your hair, which then caused you to chuckle nervously.

“S-sorry..” You whispered out, your voice almost cracking. The lump in your throat came back- and you almost wanted to curl up into a ball and cry.

“”Sorry?”” He repeated your words bluntly, his voice sounded confused. His hand made it’s way to the small of your back, gently attempting to pull you closer to him- hoping that he could help somehow.

“Why say sorry? Am I doing something incorrectly?” He tilted his head to the side, one of his eyebrows raised. He still tried moving you closer to him, this is what people do to comfort someone, no?

While he was questioning himself, and worrying if he had done something- You had put your face in your hands.

“I’m not sure…” You sighed- now rubbing your face. Nervously smiling at him, you moved closer to him.

“Aren’t you supposed to have been at work already…?” Your eyebrows furrowed together, an almost regretful look on your face.

He shook his head, dismissing your words.

“No need to worry about such things. As the Acting Grand Sage, I have no need to explain myself if I happen to be a bit late.”

At his words you slightly smiled, you couldn’t help feeling like a burden, but his words had comforted you a bit.

You found yourself moving back into his arms. And he, with no hesitation, gripped you tightly.

Although you couldn’t see it (as your face was currently buried in his chest) he slightly smiled.

One of his hands cradled your head, pulling it close into him- and the other comfortingly caressed your back.

“Just…I’m just glad you’re here..” Although your words were muffled from your position you had yourself in, he understood it.

When he hummed in acknowledgment of your statement, his chest vibrated against your head. You smiled and pulled away to look into his eyes.

“Haitham..?” You whispered out, a soft look on your face; eyes filled with love.

“Yes?” He simply stated, his comforting movements never stopped.

“Thank you…” You sniffled- feeling as if you could start crying again, albeit for a different reason.

“Oh? You’re thanking me now? Were you not just all sorry you’re keeping me here?” He teased you as he usually would, and for some reason this comforted you even more. You had almost forgotten what had gotten you into this situation.

“Hey!” You playfully pouted in response, but couldn’t keep it up for long as a smile quickly replaced the pout.

He smiled again a bit and shook his head.

“I’ll be letting someone know I’m not able to come in today.”

He let you pull him into another tight hug, but it didn’t last for long as you pulled back to cup his cheeks and placing a gentle kiss onto his lips.

M.LIST

[versegm]

Mash digs the grave herself. 

The soil is too hard for any of the staff to lend a hand. With the contract broken, Mash doesn’t have any more strength than the average human either, but what she lacks in power she makes up with stubbornness. The result is a shallow, dirty mess, which will surely be unearthed after the first rain. But this is the only thing she can give. 

She wants to lower the body too, but the effort of digging took too much out of her. The Chaldea staff does it in her stead. Meunière spreads a blanket over the trunk, hiding most of the injuries. Like this, it almost looks like Senpai is sleeping.

For a moment, there is nothing but silence. No one wants to be the first one to speak.

Eventually, Director Goredolf steps forward. “I… know I have not known the Master of Chaldea for long, compared to some of you. But they were still- very influential to me. I owe them my life, multiple times over.” Mash remembers- the first time he stepped into Chaldea. The arrogance and disdain dripping off his every word. There is none of that right now. He looks down at the corpse, pain all over his features. 

“We disagreed on many things.” The New Director continues. “But they were- truly, one of the bravest, one of the strongest, one of- of the kindest people I have ever met. They were… a splendid human.”

Yes. Senpai… was a human. Despite what anyone might think, mage or demon pillar or servant- they were a human. Just a simple, ordinary human.

And ordinary humans die when they are killed.

“Senpai was…” What can she even say here? How can one summarize an entire life, and entire relationship, in a handful of words? Nothing she can could possibly be enough. Nothing she can say can possibly give them justice. “They were… my first friend. My best friend. They were… they were everything to me.”

And now they’re gone.

She had lost the doctor. She had lost Da Vinci. Through everything, through everything- they had been the one person she could always lean on.

And now she is the last one. 

“I…” Her voice cracks, then. Her whole body seizes, overtaken by grief, and she hiccups a sob.

It’s like a dam has broken. One by one, the people around the grave start weeping as well. Director Goredolf stands quietly, tears streaming down his face. Meunière wails, a profound, broken sound from the depth of his soul. Sion closes her eyes, huffs, then punches a nearby tree.

“Damn it,” she hisses, “damn it all!”

So, this is it. This is the end. Without anyone with Master affinities, they’re all doomed. Without servants, none of them have the firepower to survive this.

Still, they have to try. To honor their sacrifice, if nothing else-

“Oh thank god I found you guys in time.”

The entirety of the Chaldea crew turns at the same time, facing the voice. The sight renders Mash speechless.

Senpai stands among the bushes, well and alive, while their corpse lies barely a few feet away.

Their gaze goes from Mash, to the grave, to Mash again. “Ah. This is. Really awkward.” 

“You-”

Mash doesn’t know who spoke up, and she doesn’t care. Senpai jumps into the clearing, hurrying towards them. “Look, I’m really, really sorry, but I’m kind of on a time limit here. I give it maaaybe two hours until Benni-Enma tracks me down, three if I’m lucky and she fights the Wild Hunt on the way for custody over my soul. So. Uhm. Can I ask you guys to grieve me later? Please? We have to move now.”

“You are dead.” It’s Director Goredolf this time. He looks like he’s been hit by a truck. “You- you are dead. We buried you.”

“I know.” They smile at him, because why wouldn’t they? “But if you don’t move now, you all will die too. Please. I can’t help you guys as much as I used to. I don’t know how long it takes to crawl out of an underworld. We need to do as much as possible while I’m here.”

Mash recognizes that attitude. They’ve been like that for as long as Mash can remember. Always looking forward. Sometimes, it felt like if they paused for a second, if they looked back even once- they would die. Like a shark, at risk of drowning the second it stops moving. Sometimes, it felt like they were running at full speed, because the road beneath their feet was crumbling, and if they thought back on their losses, if they spent too long reminiscing, they would fall apart with it. Senpai is urging them all to do the same now- Eurydice begging Orpheus to leave her behind, to just move, move, move, crawl as far as they can, to keep their sorrow in until they’re safe to express it.

Mash hates it. She hates it like she has never hated anything before.

But they are running out of time.

She reaches out, grabs Senpai’s arm. She’s still crying, but she refuses to let the tears blurry her sight. “Lead the way, Senpai.”

[mrs-hilmarson]

A Dream Between Us Part 1

Pairing: Miranda Hilmarson x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 2.4K

Warnings: Mentions of Murder

A/N: Hope you enjoy a love story, murder hybrid! I plan on finishing the Teacher's Assistant if this goes well. Hope you like this in the meantime!

The room was quiet, sunshine peeking over the horizon as it was starting to spill through the window and onto the linoleum floors. However, your gaze was fixed on the woman beside you on the hospital couch sleeping peacefully. You loved her more than you could describe and somehow within a moment, it grew exponentially. Just then, that little 'moment' began to stir beside you. You reached over into the cot and retrieved the tiny infant that was somewhere in between sleep and waking. Her perfect little face scrunched up in displeasure and she wined out. You shushed her gently and brought her closer to you.

"Shh little love. We don't want to wake Mommy up. She hasn't slept in days," you whispered.

There were a few upset grunts, but after a moment of being held, your daughter calmed down and was content just laying in your arms. Her eyes looked deeply into yours. You knew she really couldn't see anything quite yet, but it still made your heart flutter. When she looked at you, all you saw was Miranda. Her eyes were the same shape and color blue and it was just the same stare that Miranda gave you so often, full of adoration. Both of them loved you and you saw it in their eyes.

Miranda softly snored on the couch, drawing out a silent giggle from you. The baby hiccuped and you caressed her cheek. Here you were, living the dream you and Miranda dreamed up all those years ago and you felt tears come to your eyes. You stared at Miranda's sleeping form and let the few tears fall quickly before turning back and smiling down at your daughter.

"You are such a crazy miracle, did you know that?" you whispered, drinking in her presence.

The baby wiggled around in your arms almost as if she was responding. You chuckled again, switching her to a position where her head lay in your hands, bringing her close to your face. You kissed her forehead and met her eyes once more. That Miranda gaze.

"While we wait for Mommy to wake up, would you like to hear a story? It is my favorite in the whole wide world."

The baby hiccupped again and you smiled, laying back and bringing her to rest on your legs instead. You closed your eyes for a moment, remembering.

You opened your eyes and took a deep breath, staring down in the mirror at the back of your locker. There were other constables in the room but their voices were muffled and you felt almost as if you were underwater. The stress of a new job was not kind to your anxiety and you were clenching your fists to keep your hands from shaking.

Fresh from the police academy, you were the newest rookie in the department and felt small. Each day felt hard on you. You weren't sure what possessed you to become a constable, but it had always been one of your dreams and you finally were able to realize that, even if now you were filled with a bit of regret.

There was snickering that came from the other side of the room, pulling you up from the water of your thoughts. You looked and saw a few of the men gathered in the corner of the locker room, staring at you, smiles on their faces. You remained silent and their giggling picked back up again. One leaned forward.

"How are you doing Y/N? Still wanna be with the big boys? You are a delicate little thing," he said with a gross smile on his face. You gritted your teeth and swallowed, unsure of how to respond.

"Leave her alone, idiots."

You turned to look at the doorway and were suddenly even more intimidated. There stood the most beautiful blonde constable, towering over everything. Miranda Hilmarson.You're heart beat heavily in your chest, the mere presence of her excited you every time you saw her. You wish you could say it was because she was your hero, but you knew it wasn't that. 

"You're such a killjoy, Hilmarson," the male constable griped. They all seemed to grumble as they got up and went to the doorway, pushing into Miranda and knocking her around as they left.

You could tell it bothered her but she said nothing. You knew she wasn't popular around the station, mostly with the men. You continued to look at her, silently. She cocked an eyebrow and you suddenly realized you were staring at her. You quickly averted your gaze as your face flushed bright red. There was a bit of an awkward silence before Constable Hilmarson spoke again.

"I need you to follow me. Adrian is sending you on a case with me and Detective Griffin," she said.

You nodded wordlessly and walked closer to the blonde, but she did not move from the doorway. You looked up at her, your head tilted back. She looked at you with those piercing cool blue eyes, never breaking her gaze. You felt bare before her and something in your chest sparked. Your breath hitched and right before you could say anything, she smiled and turned around, and walked through the door.

You stood dumbfounded for a moment before running to catch up with her. She must have heard the pittering of your feet because she stopped and turned, waiting for you. 

"Thank you, Miranda, for earlier, I appreciate it," you said, huffing as you caught up with her. She nodded and began walking again. You exited out of a door and into a parking garage.

"No problem Y/N," she said. She was walking noticeably slower now.

"How do you know my name?" You wondered out loud.  You had never told her your name. Miranda chuckled.

"They told me your name when they asked me to go find the rookie. You weren't hard to spot. Plus you have been working here a few months now and I wondered who you were," she said, a genuine smile on her face.

Once again your face heated up, only embarrassing you further. You didn't notice but Miranda's eyes lingered on your face, silently taking you in and finding herself glad to be in your presence. She knew it may have just been the joy of no longer being the rookie, but she was enjoying having you around so far.

You walked through the parking garage the rest of the way without another word, trying to regain your composure and find the confidant and authoritative appearance that cops were supposed to have. You walked with your head forward, the sound of shoes on concrete being the only noise between you two. But as hard as you tried, you could not help but steal little glances at Miranda. You wished she would begin talking again, wanting to hear more from her, but the most you got was a meeting of eyes during one of your sneaky glances at the woman. From then on you really did keep your gaze forward. But she didn't.

Robin was waiting for you in the car, already ready to go. Miranda opened the back seat door for you and you got in, surprised as Miranda got in beside you. Robin was also surprised, a curious look filling the rearview mirror.

"Miranda, what are you doing?"

"I'm sitting in the car," she replied. You wondered if her answer was genuine or sarcastic. Robin rolled her eyes regardless.

"Yes but why are you sitting back there?" She asked a bit more annoyed than before.

"To explain the details to the rookie," she said.

"You can call me Y/N," you told them both, not loving the title of rookie.

"You can explain things to the rookie from up here. Now get up here."

Miranda looked over at you, pausing for a moment before sighing and opening the door back up to get into the passenger's seat. Now you really felt like a rookie.

The explanation of the case was quick as the drive to the crime scene was short. There had been a string of murders along the coast in the last three months. Some man walking his dog on the beach came across another body laying on the sand early this morning and Detective Griffin and Constable Hilmarson had been called in due to the fact they were the ones investigating all the homicides.

"Do you think it's that missing jogger last seen on the Sydney Harbor Bridge?" Miranda asked. You watched as Robin sighed.

"You know I don't like to assume things-"

"But if you had to do you think it is?"

"Yes Miranda, I have a suspicion it is."

Miranda sat back, pleased with herself. A little smile crept onto her face and something about her little grin caused a giggle to bubble up inside you and you couldn't stop it. Robin shot you a look in the mirror though which immediately sucked all the humor from your body. You dropped your eyes down and towards Miranda. There you saw a sweet smile on her face rather than a mischievous one and you relaxed a bit.

You walked through the sand towards the crime scene tape. This would be your first time seeing a body in person. You had seen crime scene photos in the academy and they never bothered you, but you knew this was going to be different. You didn't want to react negatively in any way. You wanted to impress Miranda. And Robin, you told yourself. 

"Do we have an ID?" Robin asked as she flashed her badge and the officers on site lifted the tape to let you all into the area. 

"You know we have to do DNA, but it is the same description of clothing as Katie Long," one of them said. 

With that, they pulled back the tarp to reveal the woman underneath. She had been posed to look almost as if she was just laying asleep on the sand. Her clothes were bloodied and dirty, but there was no evidence of trauma aside from a minor bruise around her neck. 

"Decomp isn't too terrible, she must have died recently," Robin inquired, getting closer to the woman. 

"That or she has been preserved. She has been missing for weeks," the male officer chimed in. 

"I would go more with the theory that she has died recently. She's malnourished, and according to her husband, she was very healthy and fit. More than likely she was held somewhere for those weeks she was missing and based on rigor mortis of the body, has died within the last 24 hours," you said.

Everyone turned to look at you. You swallowed, attention suddenly on you and you were unsure if it was positive or not. The male officer looked like it was probably negative. 

"Looks like we have a future detective on the force," she chimed. You smiled and relaxed for a moment. You wanted to be a detective eventually so hearing those words from Miranda filled your chest with a pride you couldn't quite describe. 

"Good job Rookie," Robin said, nodding her head towards you in approval. The male officer rolled his eyes.

"We can't just assume that. We have to do an autopsy and wait-"

"And we will. It's just a suspicion that the rookie has," Robin said, cutting him off.

"Y/N, my name is Y/N."

No one listened. 

"Have you taken pictures yet?" Robin was very in her element and knew just what to do. She looked up at the male officer who hovered over you now.

"Yes."

"Did you find it?" she asked now, putting on gloves.

"Find what?" you asked.

Miranda quickly answered, pleased to be able to fill you in. 

"The blue card the killer always leaves behind with the body. We didn't release that information to the public, but it's been there every time it's been one of their killings," she said. 

You knew there was some information not released to the public and you could see why that wasn't. If someone is interviewed and knows about that, then they caught their killer. Robin began turning the body, struggling a bit with the stiffness of the body. She looked underneath and shook the clothing but there was nothing. 

"Maybe it isn't the same guy?" the other constable asked.

Just then a tiny fleck of blue caught your eye. 

"It's there. In the armpit."

Robin struggled a bit but managed to pull out the card in one piece. It was bright blue and small like a business card, but it was blank except for one line.

See you next time

Miranda surprised you by clapping you on the back, a smile that almost seemed genuinely impressed on her face.

"Good job Y/N," she said. You blushed at the mention of your name. It sounded so sweet coming from her. You noticed her hand lingered for a moment before dropping back down at her side. 

Robin placed the note in a plastic baggy and sealed it. 

"Let's get this back to the station. Bag the body and get it to autopsy as soon as possible," she said removing her gloves and standing up. She began walking back towards the car without another word. You went to follow her but Miranda grabbed your wrist and you felt like lightening had struck your body. She turned you around to face her.

"I wanted to ask you before we got back to that car, but I was wondering if maybe you'd like to grab a drink tonight after work? All I know about you is your name and that you're a good cop."

You had to press your lips together to hide the wide grin of excitement that threatened to spill onto your face. You didn't think about it before nodding.

"I'd love that. I want to befriend the great Hilmarson," you said, suddenly confidant. Miranda led you a few steps before dropping your wrist again.

"Do people call me that?" she asked, curiosity in her voice. You paused, the embarssament creeping back into you.

"No, It was just me," you said. Your face flushed so hard you know she saw it. She laughed this beautiful hardy laugh and you swore you had never heard anything like it in your entire life. 

You both got in the car, you in the back seat and her in the front. They discussed the case all the way back to the station, but you heard none of it. All you could hear was the thudding of your own heart and the great Hilmarson asking you to spend time with her playing on repeat in your head. 

[psychelis-new]

pick a pile: "An encouraging message for you"

take a breathe and choose the photo/number that calls you the most to read an ecouraging message for you from your Guides and/or dearest ones (may be also soulmates or your higher self). I think everyone here needs to hear some nice words right now: blood moon might have been emotionally raw and triggering on stuff we thought we were done with.

don’t take the reading too seriously. only take what resonates with you and leave the rest. remember that is a general reading and some things may not resonate with you.

(photos found on unsplash)

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pile 1

I think this blood moon has been pretty rough on you. You may have experienced a lot of triggers, especially hiccups on stuff you thought you were done with. You might have been feeling pretty bad about it. I'm sorry, remember you don't have to feel bad: it's okay to have fallbacks. The message for you is to keep strong and look behind/under this cover of suffering to find the good side and your happiness.

You're being asked to go through this in order to feel better, and grow into your better self. There's no punishment here. Like the bottle in your pic: if you take time to clean it, you'll find a beautiful, maybe old and a bit signed by time, but still entire and perfect bottle (probably even more precious cause of the time that has passed and of what it has been through). Same goes for you. You have no idea how precious you are. But you will soon. Remind yourself it's okay to stop and chill, take breaks and just close your eyes and regulate yourself. Ground yourself. Take time to do so especially when things get too overwhelming. Breathing work (through your nose, and use your belly too as when you sleep, not just your stomach/lungs. It'll help you relax you lower back).

Remember that you can take control over your shadow's sides, over your emotions: you need to meet them and understand where your unmet needs are bugging you from your unconscious self. Don't let fear and self sabotage block you and your life. Don't let this dark side of you come out and take over as they please, take advantage of you/sabotage you. Sit and talk with it, analyze its needs and why it is there. Allow yourself to feel and experience anything you are feeling and experiencing; validate yourself, and balance that out with healing and learning. But do not rush things. Take your time. You'll be celebrating soon something beautiful. The end of the cycle is almost there. Don't stress over being done with your healing, it will only posticipate the closure. Be open to your new beginning. And remember your worth. Do never think anything bad about you, no matter the hiccups or fears or whatever your trauma wants you to think of you. You are worthy of whatever you desire. And it'll arrive. (444 angel number brings a clear message of calmer days ahead). Give love to yourself (my heart chakra is in pain), hug and appreciate yourself, seek for help.

Your Guides are always by your side (my ear is ringing hard) trying to encourage you and guiding you. Be open to their signs. Be grounded so to hear/see their messages especially when you're overthinking/spiralling. You're not alone. You are never alone. Feel their embrace. You are doing a great job and they're proud of you. (I get a lot of nurturing and healing energy from them, I hope it can reach you)

songs: wicked games | kiana ledé; shiver | amber run

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pile 2

(About your messages: I feel some of you may already be aware them and are congratulated, others are still in the process of understanding/being more conscious. If you find mixed sentences here and there, that's the reason)

Pile 2, you got it. Despite the pain and overthinking, know that you got it. You can make what you want out of your life. You can turn it how it pleases you. You know you can. And you know the message is to keep going on this road, always keeping strong and looking ahead with hope and a bright smile. "Never back down". Keep taking care of yourself, and remember to drink your water and eat healthy. You probably have already started to do some more meditation/exercising, even taking more walks outside: doing something for your body and mind. It's a very good practice, you're being congratulated here (if you haven't started yet, you'll probably feel called to do this soon).

Someone from the past might pop up into your life by chance, remind yourself it's not always to make you work on a trauma or trigger a bad emotion, they could bring a good news or memory too, something you need to remind yourself from how things were back then. Always look at the bright side. And remember that also people can change (don't be too good though, stand your ground before giving in. Listen about what they want, or what thoughts they're making you re-live). For someone else, it can also be someone new, still bringing with them some news/emotions you need to deal with (but be positive about them: dealing with someone else may be the only way to end your healing: communicate and be vulnerable about your feelings, if your guts are giving you green light about this person).

Beautiful things are coming for you, it's a new start. You have learnt and are still learning your lessons, embracing them and reducing the time you spend worrying on not receiving/not seeing results (also for manifestations) or actual changes. The change has started from your inside. It'll show outside too soon. Keep being patient and indeed, stop worrying if you haven't yet. Things are going to go great, your wishes will be fulfilled. Believe. In yourself and in divine timing. Trust.

Remind yourself that the past has no control over your future. It's about you and now, building your next days. What has happened, doesn't have to reapper again. Stop judging yourself and your life from your past self point of view. Have a talk with that and move towards your new self. Your breakthrough is indeed about embracing your new vision and version of yourself and your life, and change what has been. You have done a great job. Keep going on like this.

songs: saturday sun | vance joy; i wanna be your slave | maneskin

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The message is that you are probably going to get a message or a request? How nice! It might be even about this pac. Maybe you are a psychic and knew that somehow some kind of message was coming for you. You also may need to take a pause and close with something from the past. Similar to pile 2, but also different. I mean, your photo has so many reflections... what can be clearer than that? Stop and think about that thing that is bugging you, and take a decision. And honestly, I think it's something that needs closure from how I unconsciously worded it before. Look inside yourself and take action. I think you need to decide where you want your life to go, what you want to do and get. But remember that what you do, needs to fit what you want. You need to be aware of the latter to realize the first. So, what do you want?

I see someone staring at themselves into a mirror. Keep trying to see and know your true self, your secrets and desires. Don't let what has been ruin your present. Don't let others judge you either. Just be self conscious, know your worth and remind yourself about it. About what you've been through and how strong it made you. You didn't give up, that needs appreciation. You are getting accolades from your Spirits. Indeed there's a message coming in soon, it'll sign a new beginning in your life. All you've learnt will be useful into this new path. Don't let your fears sabotage you again as it has been: remind yourself you're different now and things can always change; they do always change. Be brave and focused on your goals. And keep manifesting. You aren't aware of so many things! You're gonna feel so amazed. I feel a lot of joy and happiness, you may be reached by your soul family and possibly by a soulmate.

Things will go great on so many different levels (remember to keep yourself balanced and grounded btw). And you deserve that cause of all you've been doing. Also for others. You've been through ups and downs, you've been dealing with trauma and tough people/karmic relationships, you've been going through dark periods and moments in which you had to put yourself and desires aside in order to be of help. You had to make a tough decision. But now it's time to focus on you, and you alone. Let others find their answers and fight their own battles: it's not up to you to heal everyone. You need to heal yourself first.

songs: lontano dagli occhi* | sergio endrigo; because of you | ne-yo *you can ask for a general translation if you need

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Can you feel the warm embrace from your Guides and soul family? They're around you, shielding you, protecting you. Always. You may feel overwhelmed, but even if you can't see the light, know that it's there and you'll be aware of it soon. I feel that you're trying to manifest a new life, but you cannot cause of your emotions and past experience sabotaging you. Know that you're close to realizing your wishes, you only need to end this habits of bringing you down and sabotaging you (pile 1?). It's something tough, but really, that's the last step. All you want, is all there ready to flood over you, but the Universe wants you to be fully ready to get it and own it, and not be scared of losing it or push it all away from you by mistake (self sabotage). You need to have a quiet mind to really enjoy the amazing things you desire from your heart. So keep working with love, towards yourself and others. Never forget that being kind and open is a good answer, no matter what we're scared of or what we've unconsciously learnt in our past/childhood. There's always a way out from that that can help us see better and be more balanced. "Be open" I keep hearing that. Maybe you're a bit closed off when it comes to relationships/meeting new people (some social anxiety or fear of abandonment/judgement may be there, and they may cause you loneliness from not being able to create deep bonds with others).

Make kindness/love your first goal, especially with you. The message is strong. It can totally change you and your life. And if something blocks you from starting new endeavours, remind yourself you CAN do it. You have all you need to make it. And even if something is missing, you don't have to worry, you'll find it along your path. Your Guides and soul family are there with you for that reason. You may meet someone or need to ask for help to someone. Let them in/help you sort things out.

Don't be scared of not making it, you can make it. And you will make it. (Be open, again). Maybe not the first time, it may take you a couple of tries, but this doesn't mean you cannot do it. Take these tries as challenges from the Universe to see how ready you are, how focused you are, and what still needs to get bettered in the meantime. (It may be about meeting new people too: maybe the first ones won't stay for long but that's okay, they are there to help you learn/practice/grow and be ready to meet the right people/person and not lose them). Sometimes success has a lot to do with timing and experience. Don't beat yourself up for this or for "failing" sometimes: it's okay to not be immediately perfect (you know perfection doesn't exist right?). Your time is almost there. Give yourself the chance to try. (Bon Jovi "Keep the faith" is playing in my head, I think it can bring important messages here especially about possible childhood traumas and keep choosing love in your life, no matter what. And ofc keeping the faith).

songs: keep the faith | bon jovi; this is what falling in love feels like | jvke

[unoislazy]

Somethings Off About That Boy… (Part 1)

Hiccup x GN!Reader

Summary: Hiccup has always been weird but lately he’s been acting… weirder than usual. What could he be hiding? Maybe you should try to find out on your own. Who knows, maybe he’s just going to the woods to make weird outfits.

(You more or less take Astrid’s place when figuring out why he’s acting so strange. There is a bit of a twist as the story goes on.)

Warning: Hasn’t been proofread.

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“Hiccup? Hiccup are you here?” You shouted into what now seemed like a motionless forge. You had just wanted to take a quiet walk in the brisk night air that often came at nightfall in Berk. However, while you were out for this walk you noticed a large figure clambering its way into the forge where your awkward friend Hiccup worked. You usually aren't one to pry but you knew for a fact your friend was much smaller than the figure that had entered the workshop. You couldn't help but want to make sure that everything was okay so you made your way over.

“Hiccup?” You called out again, “I could’ve sworn I saw someone come in here…” You muttered to yourself. Just as you were about to reach out for the panels on the doors, a young boy just around your age came flying out, slamming the doors right back behind him.

“Hey! Uh- hey…” He tried to cover up his overly enthusiastic greeting with a much… lower toned one. The young boy just so happened to be the one person you were looking for. “What- uh… What are you doing here so late?” He asked, stumbling over his words as he rested his head on his arm in a very unnatural manner which began to set off some alarm bells in your head.

“I was just taking a walk and I saw something… much bigger than you, walk into the forge.” You said, trying to non-discreetly move your head around him as if you would be able to catch a glimpse of whatever was just beyond those shutters. Hiccup laughed, moving his head in the way of your view, he averted his gaze in an almost joking manner as if to laugh it off.

“The shadows were probably just playing with your mind and all, you know what a lack of sleep can do.” He tried to joke, but clearly you weren’t being swayed.

“Hiccup, what are you hiding?” You asked, crossing your arms in front of you. You knew the kid to be one to act weird, but never this weird. This was a stretch even for him.

“Me? Hiding something? I’d never hide anything.” He said, but just as he began to search for an excuse to give you, something began to tug on his odd garment that you hadn’t noticed until just then.

“Don’t mind this, uh, just an upset stomach.” He said, looking back up at you as if it would convince you. Obviously you could clearly tell this wasn’t the case just as anyone on Berk would be able to gather.

Well that is, anyone except Ruff and Tuff… that would take them a moment to figure out.

As you stared at him, waiting for him to answer he continued to get tugged and pulled before finally being lifted up off the ground. That was the last sign you needed before you began to walk towards the boy, about to reach out and grab him.

“Uh, it was great talking with you but I have to go now, seeyoulaterbye!” He scrambled before being pulled through the doors and before you could even begin to process what had fully happened, he was gone.

“What in the gods name?” Was all you could mutter as you thought through the encounter again in your head. You wanted to bring it up to him tomorrow, you weren't stupid enough to expect him to give you a straight answer though, you knew him better than that.

“Gobber, do you know where Hiccup is?” You asked the one handed man who was in the process of changing his hand from a hammer to his usually wooden one.

“Nope, sorry, not today. You know him, never in the same spot for long.” He said, shrugging before going back to work on one of the many weapons he had in store. “Why? What trouble is he in now?” He asked as if it was a daily occurrence, which in fairness, it was.

“He’s not in any trouble… just.” You paused for a moment while you began to think. “He was just acting really strange.”

“Hiccup? Acting strange? Now there’s a shocker.” Gobber responded sarcastically, not giving you his full attention but the fact he was responding was enough for you. You laughed a bit in response before letting out a drawn out sigh.

“Well, I guess I’ll go find him. Thanks Gobber.” You said, turning away from the stall.

“Any time, oh and uh, if you find him, remind him he has some swords to sharpen when he gets back.” You snickered and nodded before giving him a final waving and heading off.

For the past few weeks you had noticed that Hiccup always ran off into woods after training. So the only way to find him would be to follow him one of these days.

Today was going to be that day.

After talking to Gobber you waited until the next day to work out your plan.

You waited for dragon training to finish, just behind one of the gates, casually leaning on the side as if you were supposed to be there. Hiccup for some reason left as soon as he could after dragon training. He does some strange move, the dragon drops, he says a, “Welp, Gotta go bye!” And he’s gone.

You knew you weren’t the only one confused by this, but you were going to be the first one to figure out what was so important that he couldn’t tell anyone about.

You were a bit lost in thought, staring out at the surprisingly clear skies over Berk, wondering if you’d ever see Berk change. This Viking village has seldom changed over the course of the several generations that lived here. While you were proud to be a Berkian, other than the frequent dragon attacks life got a bit stale.

As you continued to think, you almost failed to notice Hiccup start to awkwardly speed walk past you. That’s when your plan sprung into action, you’d just follow a few meters behind him, making sure he didn’t notice you were there. On the off chance he looked at you, you’d just… hop behind whatever cover you could find.

The plan is foolproof what could go wrong!