#i havent even done anything on the second floor

[madebycoffee]

welcome to ridiculous mansion version 2.0 where u have

at home spaaa

your own sportsball court as well as a bowling alley and arcade

ur own gaming set up, as well as a nice n cozy home movie theater.

a library

and i would say im not even halfway done with furnishing

[mangosrar]

i haven’t heard from you since.

chris sturniolo x fem reader.

idk if i specified but they’re in a relationship and have been for like 3 years!!

also hey y’all i disappeared for a while but i’m back 😛and i’m currently trying to get through the requests so be ready 😈love y’all. bee ❤️‍🩹

how had it become like this? it seemed so unbelievable that there was a point in yoir life where you thought you were going to marry him, have children, and grow old together. if someone would have told you three years ago that you would both end up like this you would have laughed in their face. he used to be so sweet, so passionate about you, but now that couldnt be further from the truth.

you werent really sure when the change happened, or why it happened maybe a little after your birthday, maybe before. of course you knew people grow apart but this wasnt growth. this was borderline misery. the constant fighting, the days of ignoring one another, the nights where chris would come home at 2am and not say a word to you after you had been waiting up for him, it was nothing short of torture.

but still every single time, both of you just let it blow over, waiting until the next bomb went off, but the long lasting was lasting a little too long.

"oh please, like you were actually worries" he scoffed, taking his hat off and throwing it on the kitchen table.

"you stormed out on me, you didnt even tell me where you were, youve been gone for 5 hours and you stroll in at almost 3am expecting me to be cool about it? what fucking planet are you living on" you said staring at him.

he didnt even reply he just shook his head, leaning against the counter and crossing his arms, keeping his eyes trained to the floor. a moment of silence passed as you waited for him to say something, anything, and finally he took a deep breath in and pulled his eyes up to meet yours.

"maybe i just dont wanna fucking be around you" his voice was quiet and soft, a stark contrast to the sharpness of his words. his expression was stoic and completely unreadable.

he watched the colour drain from your face, as he did every time he would bark an insult at you. a small part of him felt nothing but pure joy to know that he had the power to completely crush you, like when murderers say they feel no remorse for the people theyve killed, but another small part of him was bleeding, a self-inflicted stinging, like a pain he had never felt before.

"you know what chris, day by day i realize everything i miss about you was never there in the first place, the person i fell in love with was a fucking mirage." your words were dripping with venom. his face faltered for a second, momentarily letting the mask slip, and the pain your words were causing him beginning to slip out.

"you dont mean that" he looked like he was about to burst into tears, and it made your mouth run dry.

you tried so hard to keep it together, but the tears that had gathered in your waterline threatened to spill with every single Shakey breath you took. there was a pregnant pause and the effect of your words hung in the air. chris stared at you intensely and you let your eyes rest anywhere but on him, you couldnt look at him, at the chance of seeing him with watery eyes and a wobbly lip might make you fall at his feet once more.

you took a deep breath before eventually meeting his gaze and beginning to talk.

"i dont know why things changed chris.... but one day i woke up and we no longer spoke the same language, and i havent heard from you since" chris watched every time as he crushed you, but now as he took your place, standing there with his hands by his sides, mouth hanging open, taking rapid breaths, in and out, while trying not to cry, he felt as though you had murdered him.

"that doesnt mean i dont love you y/n, we can work through this, weve done it before, ill be better i promise i will" he spoke with a wobbly voice.

the tears were now full force streaming down your face. he stood there across the kitchen with wide eyes, trying to think of how to come back from this, but there was something about the way you opened your mouth to speak again, that told him there wasnt.

"i cant relax around you chris, if i relaxed my body now, id fall apart. if i relaxed for a fucking second, id never find my way back. why cant you see that?" you paused for a moment and shook your head at him in disbelief. "why cant you see that you are tearing me limb for limb when i have done nothing but love you? why cant you understand that i have poured all of my heart and soul onto you to try and wash away whatever it is thats made you like this and you are throwing it back in my face? i mean when will this fucking end?" you were yelling and you hadnt even realized you had made your way over to him and were now standing less than a foot away.

"y/n please, dont do this. ill get my shit together and ill be better because i love you" he looked at you with pleading eyes as he spoke, reaching out to grab your hand, but when you pulled away before he even got the chance to even feel your skin on his, it was like he had died right there in that second.

"do you?" you whispered, swallowing thickly, desperately trying to stop the floodgates from opening more.

chriss face was wet with tears as he stared down at you sniffling. he opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. he was completely gob smacked. he never thought it would get to this point. but as your eyes bored into his, wordlessly begging him to say something that would fix this, he felt as though the earth was crumbling beneath his feet.

his silence gave you all the answers that you needed, so with that you turned around and walked away, and the sound of his broken voice calling your name, spoke volumes.

he knew it was over, he knew that you were about to go upstairs and pack your bags and walk out the door, but he didnt do a thing to try and stop you, he knew he wouldnt be able to fix this even if he tried, so he watched you walk away, and the second you were out of sight, he fell to his knees, clutching his chest like he was dying and letting out sob after sob, like it would mend all damage he had done.

in the next room, you were frantically trying to keep your self control. the urge to walk back in there and wipe his tear-stained cheeks and kiss his broken heart better was paralyzing. the sound of him wailing and weeping was soul crushing, but this had to be done, one of you had to be strong enough to walk away.

you knew he would leave such an imprint on you, he had left such severe claw marks that anyone you even entertained after chris, would have to know him in order to understand you, and that might have been the worst fucking part.

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[idyllic-affections]

we'll meet again.

summary. ""I'm sure we'll meet again, but for now… goodbye, [Name]."" trigger & content warnings. major character death (the reader), mild blood. tropes, pairings, fic length, & other notes. angst, hurt/no comfort. muichiro tokito & hashira mentor!reader. 1.1k words. they/them pronouns for reader. author's thoughts. this is an expansion of these headcanons. while this oneshot could be read as a standalone, it makes slightly more sense with the background context. also i think this oneshot only really makes sense if youve read the demon slayer manga; you wont understand the fight scene if you havent. anyway i have NO excuse for this. im so sorry (no im not LMAO)

       "Tokito, move!"

       Perhaps it was the urgency in their tone, or perhaps it was the evident desire to protect a young life that they deemed unsettlingly evanescent, yet Muichiro obeyed with no hesitation. Perhaps it was simply the trust and respect he held for his mentor.

       Regardless, he moved.

       The second he released the hilt of his blade, they clasped it, pushing the boy further away with all their might. Though they may have missed it, Muichiro grimaced from the utter force they exerted against his core and stumbled slightly when attempting to regain his balance.

       ...

       He hadn't sparred with them in quite a long time. He'd forgotten the kind of power that they could demonstrate.

       Though the blade had been red before when clutched in the Mist Hashira's hand, it was blazing now, making the Upper Moon suck in a sharp, painful breath. Their glare was steely enough to make even the bravest man falter.

       If Kokushibo was not a demon, perhaps even he would have wavered.

       "You will not harm my Tsuguko."

       Lightning struck their core, tearing and searing the seams of their flesh to reach its sharp nails into their delicate innards. They hardly processed the gaping gash across their torso until the pain came in seconds later, making the floor sway beneath their feet and their vision spin. A glare that was once as sharp as their nichirin blade was now unfocused and hazy.

       Their legs gave out from underneath them.

       Through the pounding of their heart in their ears, they heard a distant, faint cry of their name.

       A moment passed, then another.

       Tender fingers brushed hair that'd stuck to their sweaty, pale face away, caressing their cheek with a trembling hand. "...[Name]-nee?"

       "Ah..." they laughed, choking up a bit of blood in the process, before wincing at the sharp pain that struck their abdomen after. "That's the first time you've called me anything other than [Name]-sama, Mui-kun. It's cute. You should've done it a long time ago."

       "H— wait, hold on, just stay awake a little longer," he urged, hands scrambling to peel away at some of the fabric sticking to their flesh. The boy's pupils were blown wide with panic; that much they could tell, despite their blood-loss induced dilirium. "We'll close your wounds, just... I need..."

       "Hey..." they called weakly, gently pushing his hands away from their wound with what little strength they had left. "Tokito."

       "I just, I- I need to start a fire. We'll cauterize them—"

       "Tokito-kun."

       "—It'll be okay."

       "Mui-kun, please, just stop already! Listen to me!"

       Glossy tears spilled over at the sheer breathless desperation in their voice. Never once had their voice raised in his direction, and perhaps it was a mix of the utter overwhelm of the situation and the shock of hearing them yell (at him, specifically) that pushed him over the edge.

       In the end, Muichiro was still only a child.

       Their chest rose up and down in heavy puffs as they tried to catch their breath, squeezing their eyes shut as the room spun.

       "[Name]-nee... don't go yet. Please, please... not you too..."

       "Shh. I'm still here. Just, ah... just give me your hands. I'll throw up if I open my eyes."

       He was quick in clasping their chilled hands between his own, sharing his body heat and offering what little comfort he possibly could to both himself and his rapidly declining mentor. A deep weight settled in his gut at the realization that he wasn't just in some horrible nightmare—that, once again, someone he adored and loved wholeheartedly was leaving him alone.

       To them, the warmth he radiated was indeed a comforting reassurance. He was warm. Alive.

       "Listen to me. You've gotta kill Muzan for me. This isn't fixable. This couldve been you, laying here in your own blood, you know? You're too young to die here. Too many kids have given their lives already. You had better not die, you hear me? I'll give you hell if you do."

       When he laid down beside them, shedding blistering tears on their shoulder, they caressed his head lovingly with the last of their strength.

       "You had better not die, Muichiro."

              — flower of the universe !! 🌸

       "Hello! It's nice to meet you. I am [Surname] [Name], the Demon Slayer Corps' Cloud Hashira, and I'll be your mentor from here on out."

       The warmth with which they regarded him was... foreign. Despite the nervous smile tugging at their lips, their welcoming warmth was oh-so evident. How could one who had seen so much bloodshed still have eyes that shone comparably to stars?

       Muichiro blinked—once, twice.

       "Okay."

       Awkward silence descended for a brief moment as the boy fidgeted slightly with the bandages wrapped around his body.

       "Oh, uh, right," they stammered, plucking amaranth from their hair. Their hand raised with purposeful delicacy so that, had he so desired, he could withdraw from their gentle touch. He did not. His lack of movement prompted them to tuck the plant behind his ear. "Here."

       "What's this for?"

       "Well, I've never had a Tsuguko before, so I want us to have a good relationship. Some of the other Hashira say gift-giving is a good way to build rapport. Also, I've been thinking about your name."

       "My... name?"

       "Yes. The 'mu' in your given name—it's the same as the 'mu' in 'mugen,' isn't it? The 'mu' in Muichiro is the 'mu' in 'mugen.' I like to think so, at least. Amaranth is a symbol of immortality in some countries. It's... it's the closest I could get to infinity," they laughed. "I thought about bringing a lotus instead. Maybe I should have? A lotus would've looked a little nicer. Hmm..."

       The 'mu' in Muichiro is the 'mu' in 'mugen.'

       Where...

       Where had he heard that before?

       "You wanted to bring me a lotus that day, [Name]-nee. It was because they symbolise eternity, right?" Muichiro mused in a quiet whisper that would inevitably be lost to the breeze. No-one else was meant to hear, anyway. His words were for no-one but his late mentor; that much was blatantly obvious. "I didn't think you'd ever join this graveyard."

       The rows of graves behind Oyakata-sama's seemed endless, really. Day after day they used to get bigger and bigger as Demon Slayers fell. It was somehow comforting to Muichiro that no-one would ever have to join said rows ever again.

       "You know, lotuses also symbolise rebirth. That's why I brought you one."

       With delicacy so obviously mimicing that which they had once displayed towards him, he laid the flower on their grave, careful not to disturb the dirt too much.

       "I'm sure we'll meet again, but for now... goodbye, [Name]."

please consider reblogging, it helps me out quite a lot! for clarity's sake, the line "The 'mu' in Muichiro is the 'mu' in 'mugen'" is a reference to what muichiro's brother said before he died.

[manticore-fangs]

honestly. heres reasons why i like soap & gaz more then ghost. (i must say, so no one gets mad. in my opinion)

(i love ghost because of his trauma, but im just naming stuff that he HASNT done.)

-the whole scene of gaz scuba diving, having to kill people with knives, then having to grab a gun to then.. basically murder everyone. tell me that isnt sick?

-gaz in the helicopter scene, shooting cars. then falling out to shoot UPSIDE DOWN?? tell me that isnt the coolest fucking thing ever. not sure how his cap stayed on.. (maybe hes got spares) and then started hijacking cars.. THEN DESTROYED AN APC TANK? yeah. thats my my man.

-ghillie mission?? the fuck. having to perfectly aim to get the target. and then gaz going down to basically slaughter more then 50 people. this man.. in his ghillie suit, probably sweating, taking out men. also having to use a gas grenade to wash out the people, and kill them, while on top of a roof. yeah.. yeah? yeah!!

-then, THEN!!! the mission with alejandro. now, that.. that was sick. having to throw the grenade and reveal the lasers. to then move to where valeria was staying? i personally think the grenade part was cool.. not sure about everyone else though.

-then, in mw3.. gaz is hoping onto houses, into apartments and shooting down enemies. now, i havent played this myself. but i think thats sick, how hes climbing apartments and shooting down the konni members. THEN KNOCKING THE FUCK OUT NOLAN, THEN CARRYING HIM???? holy fuck, gaz your my 2nd favourite man.

-soap!! first scene playing as him? it was with ghost, but the fact he was in night vision, hunting and your probably thinking "oh! ghost is doing the same thing" yes, that doesnt change anything. especially in the future. (coughs alone missio-) soap sniping people when they start to snipe down at people, on the roofs in that first mission. while laying in the grass.

-soaps 2nd mission. was.. cartel protection mission. yes, ghost was there too. but soap going first into the houses, alongside alejandro. and shooting down the army. THEN being chased down by the cartel army, to a dead end, then JUMPING down and shooting cartel army while swimming with the fish. yeah.. yeah? yeah!!

-then soap, getting basically interviewed by valeria and diego. answering the questions.. able to speak FUCKING SPANISH. yeah.. amazes me. and also being able to get to the 2nd floor, attacking the guards, then killing diego. yeah.. this is MY #1 MAN!!!!!!!!

-then, soap in the dark water mission. de-activating the missile for the first time?? omg, yes. that was beautifully done. even though graves was there... AND having to shoot on a ship, with most likely sea legs. yeah.. yeah.

-OH< MY FAVOURITE PART. the alone mission. soap with a hole in his upper arm, and having to crawl around shadows. with a limp and almost blacking out a few times. then also having to kill shadows, going through houses to look for some metal, and other materials was amazing. then having too go into tunnels and shit.. yeah. that was amazing.

-lastly, the tank mission. having to use c4 to explode the tank! even though graves wasnt in it.. it was cool no matter what. i geniunely loved that mission. one of my favourites. having to get clsoe enough to the tank and having to explode it was amazing..

-i know we dont play as gaz and soap. but the tundra mission in mw3, UNDERWATER WAS COOL. even though it was just a few seconds was absolutely amazing.

i like how i can go into deep writing to say this but cant even write 2.5k words for smut. amazing.

[kumezyzo]

hello! i hope you're doing okay!!! I'd really appreciate any desperate bf!sapnap smut please 😩 and don't feel pressured take a rest!!! writing can be exhausting sometimes

ask and you shall receive 😌 so many weeks later fem!reader. nsfw themes. you know the drill.

anyway, enjoy! or dont :) m.list

bf!sapnap only starts getting desperate when you blatantly ignore him. he's trying to kiss your neck and feel you up, but you have other things to do.

nick wraps his arms around you, running his hands over your sides.

you sigh and roll your eyes, "i dont have time for this right now, babe."

"what do you mean?" he asks, thinking your joking before you pull his hands off and walk away. he stares at you in disbelief as he watches you leave.

bf!sapnap who tries so desperately to distract himself from how worked up he had gotten himself. he ends up mindlessly deleting screenshots and going through his camera roll.

nick is swiping through pictures on his phone in his office, deleting pictures of george that the latter had spammed three months ago. that was when he swiped once more and a picture of you in a lewd position popped up.

nicks eyes widened and his heart started to race as he remembered that night. he looked at the picture closer as his face started heating up.

it was of you laying in bed, you stomach covered in his cum and your arm draped over your eyes. nicks dick resting on your thigh with cum pooling out of the tip.

he felt himself start throbbing in his shorts at the memory of taking the picture. he continued scolling, finding more picture of the same night until he found a video.

he groaned and let it play, the sounds of both of your moans resonating from his phone. it really got him when a brief second of silence fell between you two and all he could hear was the sound of how wet you were. he felt like it was so loud he could practically hear it.

bf!sapnap who gives up on waiting and runs to find you. you try to ignore him at your desk, trying to finish an email.

"baby? baby, please!" he pleads once he draped himself over you and your office chair from behind.

"give me like two minutes and then im all yours," you say to get him to calm down temporarily. he sighed and sat down on the floor next to your chair.

bf!sapnap who once again gets a surge of desperation seeing you nonchalantly look down at him and go back to typing.

nick licks his lips as he reaches for your your thigh. you glance down at him before moving your thigh away from him. he looks up at you with a glare before scooting under your desk.

"no," you say before he could even do anything.

"i havent even done anything," he said as he placed his hands on your knees and kissed your inner thighs.

you stayed silent, sending the email and waiting to see how far your boyfriend was willing to go. you sat back and crossed your arms, watching how your boyfriend spread your legs farther and kissed farther up with his eyes closed.

bf!sapnap who ended up realizing you were done and rushing to get your sweatpants off. it was like a blur and you were getting eaten out by him.

"just wanted to fuck you, peach," he said, lightly biting your thigh. you ran a hand through his hair, throwing your head back when he licked along your slit. "fuck you taste so good..."

bf!sapnap who desperately gets up and pulls out his dick because he desperately needs to be inside you.

"cant believe you made me wait for this," he whines as he slowly pushes into you. you sigh and pout up at him condescendingly.

"oh im sorry, baby," you say in a pouty voice. "ill try to let you fuck faster next-"

he cuts you off by thrusting into you quickly, ignoring anything you were planning on saying. and you forgot what you were going to say, your head only filled with him telling you how much he needed to fuck you.

lets ignore how many times i used the word 'fuck'. also, im sorry how short and kinda off it is. -Nony

[kiriiqt]

chaotic confessions

- you rush to heal tighnari in pardis dhyai, but you're met with resistance from him.

characters: tighnari x reader a/n: the new archon quest has me in utter shambles and I literally threw my headset when tighnari was struck. also I brain rotted this in my friends' dms at 3 am so I've basically just copy pasted what I wrote here. warnings: mentions of injury and hiding injuries. reader can 'heal' by taking on the pain themselves. its implied that the reader has low self worth. tighnari is ooc and this is cheesier than a mozzarella stick. no beta we die like scaras OG design soz

“Ugh…no, don’t”

The pained yell startles you and your hands drop  - the glow in your veins fading into nothing once more. Concern washes over you when Tighnari nearly rips himself away from your grasp, the sudden movement sending another stabbing sensation through his entire body. Eyes blown wide in surprise, you reach out to try and steady him but he flinches away from you once more; you hold back a wince, and shuffle further away from him on the floor.

You watch as he maneuvers himself into a more comfortable position with a groan, his eyes fluttering shut due to the pain. His chest heaves, occasionally stuttering, as he tries to breathe deeply. Seconds later, his eyes open to meet yours, only to find that you’re looking down.

You lean back and gaze at your hands sadly; faint swirls appearing under your skin, as if countless incantations were swimming through your veins. His gaze follows yours; narrowing at the sight of the foreign element painting your skin in waves, disappearing and reappearing at your will.

“Did I… do something wrong?”

Your voice comes out meek; Tighnari sighs as you refuse to meet his gaze.

“You really think I havent noticed?” He asks, and your head raises slightly at the question; eyebrows furrowing in confusion.

“Noticed what?”

“Your…healing, if we can even call it that… I’ve observed it for a while now out of sheer curiosity, and due to its immense capabilities, especially considering you don’t have a vision…but I noticed something was off”

Your body visibly tenses up, but no words pass your lips; Tighnari lets out a sigh and continues.

“In the action of healing others, you take on the pain yourself, don’t you?”

A somewhat awkward smile pulls at your lips, and your eyes fall shut. A decision is quickly made; there’s no point in lying to Tighnari - knowing him, he’s already got plenty of evidence to back you into a corner if he needs to.

“Ah, what gave it away?”

“I first noticed in Gandharva Ville - back when you first arrived in Sumeru, and healed a small wound for the Traveler. I thought it was odd that you seemed to be in pain, but I didn’t really care to question it, since your explanation about using a lot of energy made sense. But when it happened again… I got suspicious.”

“...you’re talking about the gash on Amir’s leg, i presume?”

“Mhm. I saw you wincing afterwards, and you were hiding a limp for a few days. You didn’t even let me take a look at it…”

Your teeth dig into your lower lip as you look away; normally, you were good at hiding the true nature of your ‘gift’, letting people believe that you just needed adequate rest. But, of course that excuse wouldn’t work for long on Tighnari.

“So no, it’s not…you haven’t done anything wrong. I can handle the pain just fine on my own, don’t worry. Like I said earlier, the wound isn’t fatal…” He pauses, steadying his breathing - talking continuously is doing a number on him, you can tell, but he’s taking it in stride. A small smile graces his face at your concerned expression, and he continues, this time softer. “…and to be honest, I don’t want to see you hurt. Not because of me, not because of anyone.” 

You suppress the urge to scoff, and roll your eyes playfully; “Oh, so you do care…” 

Tighnari clearly doesn’t find your remark as amusing as you do; his smile turns to a frown, and the sharp look in his eyes makes you want to take back what you just said.

“You… of course I care about you. Don’t ever doubt that for a second-“ he coughs again, but continues nevertheless. “-Hmph, do you even realise how relieved I was to see you rush in unceremoniously like that, unscathed?” 

“Well, I was playing a pretty intense game of tag with the weather-“ you laugh nervously, reminded of the ongoing thunderstorm outside. Tighnari scans you, his gaze landing on your right arm. His eyes narrow. 

“Yeah, and with the fatui, judging by the wound on your arm…” 

Your gaze softens. “Tighnari…” 

He sighs, exasperated - and clearly still in a lot of pain. You reach out to gently caress his face, hoping that the action will calm him down. His eyes close, and he leans into your hand, almost nuzzling it; you smile.

“Just be safe for me. That’s… that’s all I’m asking for, alright? And stop it with this self sacrificing thing you’ve got going on. Listen, I know you want to help people, and I’m by no means stopping you from doing that, but…taking risks like this is unnecessary. Don’t put your safety into jeopardy like this…” A lighting strike hits the ground right outside the entrance to the greenhouse, and Tighnari’s eyes widen briefly at the noise. His ears fall flat for a second, before he tries to straighten up again. He shakes his head as you open your mouth to speak.

“All life is important - including yours” He pauses again, gaze falling on one of the windows, before continuing with a whisper.

“…especially yours”

Heat rises to your cheeks and you look down, his words filling you with joy, more than you’d like to admit. Yet, it’s bittersweet.

Tighnari sighs when you avoid his gaze, lowering his head to chase yours. 

“Hey, look at me.”

Eventually, you glance up at him. A silent prayer leaves you, you hope that your flushed state isn’t as obvious as you feel it might be. But, judging by the small twitch of Tighnari’s lips, you’re failing pretty miserably at hiding it. He interrupts himself with another pained groan before he can comment, and you jump into action, grabbing his wrists out of reflex, concern washing over your face again. Tighnari gives you a warning glare - though his face softens quickly when you remain still.

“I mean it. You need to stay safe. Cyno, Aether, Paimon, Collei, heh, even Al Haitham needs you to stay safe. I… need you to come back safe.” He slowly pries his wrists free from your hands, grabbing them instead. Gentle thumbs rub your palms, trembling slightly as he continues; “This plan of yours is ambitious, to put it nicely…the last thing I want - or need - is for them to tell me you’re not coming back.”

Tighnari inhales suddenly, and you fear that he’s in pain again - the thought of healing him without permission briefly crosses your mind, deciding that you’d rather deal with the consequences later, until you realize that it’s not the pain from his wound this time. His voice breaks, the next words coming out meek, more so than you’ve ever heard. 

“Please, always come back. I don’t know what i’ll do if you don’t come back”

You finally meet his gaze properly, surprised to see him staring directly at you with narrowed eyes. His chest is rising and falling rapidly, though he’s trying to contain his breathing as you let his words sink in. 

“…I’m sorry, Tighnari. I… I really didn’t realize that you worry this much about me.” You whisper, gaze falling to your hands again.

He scoffs and looks away, voice still unstable.

“Hah, judging by our conversation, you probably didn’t even consider the possibility…you’re more reckless than the traveler sometimes” 

You wince, though you know you can’t argue. Tighnari sighs, leaning back against the pedestal he’s sat by. His eyes close again, the action pushing forward what seems to be a tear. Blink and you’ll miss it, and you pretend to do so - for now. 

“Ah, sorry. I didn’t mean to…lecture you like that.” 

“Well, you’re not wrong, so…” 

“Maybe not, but that doesn’t make it alright that I’m lecturing you like you’re some…child who got lost in the forest. I must admit that communicating my feelings isn’t exactly my strong suit…seems to be a recurring theme with us scholars, huh.” 

You chuckle, knowing exactly who he’s referring to.

“I think you’ve done a pretty good job so far - only managed to enter full-blown lecture territory once, besides the odd few remarks here and there…”

Tighnari lets out what you assume is meant to be a laugh - though it’s more of a pained wheeze, followed up by another fit of coughs. You move to sit next to him, shuffling closer and leaning against the pedestal. His hand is still clutching yours as he looks towards the entrance. Another flash of lightning strikes close by, and he flinches, shrinking into himself again. You clutch his hand tighter, heart heavy at the reactions he’s clearly trying to hide.

Tighnari finally looks at you again.

“You really don’t get what I mean by that, do you?” 

You shake your head. You wouldn’t dare entertain the possibility. 

“Heh…you’re so smart, but always lack self confidence…I guess I’ll play along for-“ 

Both of your heads snap to the side when a strong flash of lightning strikes the roof of the greenhouse, the loud noise shocking you both. Tighnari clearly winces this time, and you push yourself off the pedestal, moving to sit in front of him while speaking.

“It’ll pass soon…as soon as the Balladeer realizes that the Traveler and Dehya have already gone on, hell stop the st-“ 

Tighnari gives your hand a squeeze.

“Don’t worry about me, love” 

You open your mouth to protest, but find yourself at a loss for words at the sudden nickname, accompanied by another soft smile from him. 

“Backtrack…5 seconds?” 

He suppresses another pained laugh, leaning slightly closer. 

“I just said not to worry about me, you big lummox, is your hearing really that awful? I’m willing to bet that it’s all of Paimon’s screaming…” 

In any other situation, you’d be wiping the shit-eating grin off his face with your fist (which he’d dodge, probably), but given the circumstances, all you let out is a frustrated noise and a quiet yell of “that’s not what you said”, while he leans back with another wheeze. 

“And stop laughing so much, you’re clearly in even more pain now!”

Tighnari shakes his head with a small smile. 

“Like I said - don’t worry about me, love. Worry about figuring out what I mean instead”

“You could literally be dying right now, and you want me to play guessing games?” 

“Well, we need to pass the time somehow while we wait this storm out.” 

You sigh, and feel your face flush again. You’re…quite unsure of what is going on between you and Tighnari. With everything you’ve been doing, all the stress of dealing with the sages and helping Nahida break free…you’ve hardly had time to think about it. Truthfully, it’s not worth the risk of getting your hopes up, either. The fond smiles, the banter, the way Tighnari fusses over you…you’ve always played it off as friendly affairs, even with Paimon and Aether snickering at your every conversation with him. But, you can only feign obliviousness for so long. 

You feel something soft - Tighnari’s tail - flick against your leg, as he intertwines your fingers with his. 

“Finally got it, hm?”

You’re unsure if it’s the pain and stress talking, but what you do know is that, regardless of influence, his words - and actions - are true. They hold a certain truth, a truth that brings warmth to your heart, and you can’t fight the smile that forces its way onto your face, breaking out into a grin as you nod. 

“Think so, yeah.” 

Tighnari mirrors your smile with his own; though exhaustion and pain seeps through, along with the occasional wince from the lightning, his smile holds just as much joy as yours. 

“So, always come back to me, alright?”

[demontonic]

Anakin Skywalker - Old Friends

AOTC Anakin x fem reader

angst & fluff

Word Count: 1648

There he was walking beside Obi-Wan, he was skilled, nice, dedicated, clumsy, quiet, shy when he wasnt in a match. His light hair shimmered in the sunlight coming through the giant windows of the corridor, his tanned honey skin glowing as it always did. His figure was slim, tall, the very definition of lanky but he was fast and agile. The brown robes he wore only complimented his earth toned aura, the bright smile he always had was a sight for sore eyes. You’d known him since you were younglings, immediately taking interest when he first arrived. Over the years of course you’d distanced yourself, Master Windu could be quite strict and he was very cautious when it came to your relationship with the chosen one. Even now as he walked opposite of you in this hallway, your breathing became faint as you tried your hardest to avoid his gaze but-

“Excuse me master- Y/N, I havent spoken to you in ages I-“

“Anakin, well we have been training closely with our respected masters, I can see Obi-Wan has been doing a fine job. I hear nothing but good news for you, I shouldn’t expect anything else from the chosen one should I?” You were formal, something you and Anakin had never been with each other even in front of your masters. Obi-Wan seemed to be put off by your tone, walking a distance away and pretending to fidget with his commlink.

“I suppose so, how have you been since you’ve already heard of our missions.” His voice was quiet, softer than before like he lost the excitement he once held.

“I’m expected to become a knight soon, Master Windu has been testing me with more difficult missions… I hope it pays off.” Your voice trailed off towards the end, it felt wrong to speak to him like this, you’d long closed yourself off from his force connections. This interaction only drove a deeper stake between you two, it broke your heart but it hurt him tenfold. His head dropped, his eyes falling to the tiles beneath his feet.

“I’m sure it will.” With that he walked away, returning to his master’s side without sparring a second glance. You stood there, watching as they disappeared around the corner before the weight of reality fell onto your shoulders. The breath you seemed to be holding was released in a hushed sob, your hand covering your mouth swiftly. Being cold towards the only real friend you had, the only man you’d loved. Nothing could’ve began to fill the void that began to eat away at your very soul. Some nights, before you’d begun your distance, you’d feel each other’s force signatures. Each time either of you reached out it was warm, comfort, safe, because you’d done it a connection was formed. You could feel when he was too stressed, or in trouble, frightened, even sad. That was when you’d reach out, trying to console him. If he was in battle you’d be tense as he fought, too worried about his safety like he couldn’t hold his own. You missed it, yearned for it, but you knew it was for the better, for both of you. Attachments were forbidden and of all people he was the chosen one, he was to bring balance to the force and you wouldn’t live with yourself if he left the order for you.

𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔☽◯☾𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔 ݁ ˖.𖥔

A month later you’d been in a match, you tried making peace and taking down the wall you put up. Though it might’ve been useless since you’re sure he had no intention of trying to talk with you after the last interaction. You were getting the upper hand, which is why you couldn’t understand why you felt such rage, and fear. You gone for a strike but you stopped, dropping your saber and falling to the floor. A pain in your arm, so sharp it felt like it’d been cut clean off. You began hyperventilating thinking the padawan you were up against had accidentally severed your arm in the midst of the match. Next thing you knew you were waking up in a meditation room, laying down on the plush floor in the pitch black. At first you thought you were alone but you should’ve known better.

“What was that?” Windu asked sternly, he’d anticipated your answer hoping it wouldn’t be the one he feared. He’d done all that he could do to stop it, Windu had assumed it was long snuffed out.

“What are you speaking of mast-“

“Was it Anakin?”

“The padawan- he must’ve grazed my arm he-“

“You came out unscathed, the padawan on the other hand was a little roughed up. So tell me the truth, has your connection with the chosen one opened again?” You froze, your fingers running over your left arm lightly feeling the soft untouched skin. It was then you’d realized there was no way of getting out of this.

“Master Windu I promise-“

“Anakin and Obi-Wan came in a while after you had that melt down. Anakin happened to return with a missing limb, his left arm to be exact. Luckily he had it replaced with a cybernetic arm and no further damage was retained.” You’d sat up in a panic, breath picking up once more at the news being relayed to you. He’d never been hurt so badly before, he was too good, too quick, how could you let this happen?

“I had no idea that would happen, I’d made sure it was closed off. I’ve been avoiding talking to him, training with him Master you have to believe-“

“I do, Y/N the force works with purpose, it connects all living things which is why we can feel when there is a major loss. I will not tell the council about this because there must be some reason you two are tied so closely.” You finally stood to your feet, too panicked to even try to reach him. You straighten your robes, and grabbed your cloak before looking to your master. He heaved a heavy sigh before nodding, getting into a relaxed position to resume meditating. You on the other hand ran towards the medical ward letting the force guide you to your blonde boy. Coming to a stop your breath slowed, you pulled a curtain back seeing Anakin surrounded by droids adjusting his robotic arm. His body visibly tensed as you stood there just taking in his presence trying to think of something to say.

“Ana-“

“I know you stopped blocking me out… I lnew the second I felt you again. At first I thought maybe it was because you were dreaming about me, but when it never closed off again I knew you did it purposely.” Blue tired eyes bored into your soul, your eyes brimmed with tears at his words. You stepped further into the confined space, closing the curtain behind you before sitting next to him.

“I never wanted to shut you out Ani, master Windu demanded it. After all you being the chosen one, what would we have done if they wanted us out of the order for forming an attachment. When we talked in the corridor that one day I need you to know I felt horrible, I just wanted to ensure our futures as Jedi Knights.” Your voice was faint, it sounded drained and defeated but he just watched you with the softest eyes. He’d known you better than even your master did, Anakin knew you were being entirely truthful.

“Saving the galaxy is meaningless if it means I’d have to live a lifetime without you. Y/N you mean more to me than you could ever know, the day you closed me out you took my heart with you.” His words were true, but you had been set on him falling for senator Amidala. You wanted to swoon, to fall deep into his baby blue eyes and never come up for air. However you are a jealous being, sour at the fact Amidala had been touchy with him. You wouldn’t have known if it weren’t for you tapping into his thoughts every so often when he went on this last mission.

“Why are you thinking about Padame?”

“Why were you thinking about Padame?”

“Are you jealous? Of the senator?”

“I’d thought I was dreaming but I was watching everything happen, in the arena. She was so close to you.” Your cheeks were red, burning with embarrassment and jealousy as you crossed your arms over your chest. Normally you would never admit to feeling this way, especially since your relationship had always been defined as an attachment and nothing more. Truthfully you had no right feeling so territorial over him, but he was your blondie. Padame was nice, personally you had nothing against her, the values she shared were the same as yours. Anakin however is where you drew the line, which she had crossed even if unintentionally.

“So you are jealous, all this time you’ve been the one to stay away from me and now look at you. I don’t want Amidala, she was a target, a job, a mission, nothing more my love.” He stood, the droids returning to their respective stations. Anakin took a few seconds to move his new hand in the way he wanted to. Now he pulled your arms from your chest, holding them gently as he leaned in close.

“Love?”

“My love, you are the only person I could ever want, the only thing in the universe I’d ever ask for. Accept my words for truth darling, feel the honesty in my soul you know I can’t lie to you.” He placed your hands flat against his chest, you felt his heart beat steadily. Most of all you sensed no malice in his force signature, it was the same warm, gentle, comforting feeling, it was home.

Okay this was supposed to be short but i got waaay too into it i mean honestly forbidden love is so awesome i dont CARE! i hope you liked it! heres my masterlist if you wanna check that out!

[moss-sprouted]

i cant stop thinking about how helaena goes right for the chair by her mothers bed, obviously something she's done before considering she's barely looking at anything, she's not even there, only to notice criston cole and just decides to go right for the floor, unable to process anything else

such an insanely subtle moment but it really points more at her being autistic, especially the ENTIRE blood and cheese scene, it doesnt make her a horrible mother or a wretched person, she was in shock and she doesnt seem to have the ability for empathy like other people, she has barely even mourned her father, she was probably not thinking how her actions would have consequences, just that she was in danger and her daughter was too and they gave her her options

for the helaena presented in this world it makes all the sense possible, and with the book being all second hand accounts if you take it as gospel that doesnt mean its going to be how it really is

yes the scene is changed a lot but within the context, and the possibility of her grief being completely silent and in a more shutdown mode, the continuation of her story arc and grief and downfall into madness is going to be a lot more subtle

sure they havent confirmed her as autistic, nor are they going to in the world, but the way shes acted and written it fully reads as that and as someone who also fits the bill for autism, albeit in a different way i also act the same way during shock and grief, its not something i can process and i become very matter of fact, and i dont fault her for that and she might fall into her emotions later but she literally cannot process it

yes its different because there was no choice or drama, and they couldnt easily slot maelor in but i think it works for her character and the story theyre telling

if you like the books better, read them, thats the same issue with the main show but if i see anyone taking this as a "season 8 disaster" youre absolutely ridiculous if you cant see the nuance and character choices and the fucking fantastic acting

a character doesnt have to be screaming and crying and pleading to feel grief, even besides her not being neurotypical, the more you demonize her the more you demonize real people who act the same and yes you can say she isnt autistic all you want but she damn sure comes off that way

she was shaking and there was real terror in her eyes and she immediately jumped into action to save her daughter, to her the death of her son probably already happened the second that knife went to her throat, so pointing at him and having them leave her alone as fast as possible makes sense for how her character is approached, whether you like it or not not everyone even characters approach things in the neurotypical way

[gummybugg]

find the word tag!

tagged by @digitalsatyr23 here! havent done this tag in a bit, but i have more writing now so its not so difficult to find new words :'D

rules: find the words in your writing and paste a sample here

my words to find: wrong, find, dream, and cloud

(Wasn't sure if this post warrents a content warning, but it does reference suicidal ideation, dissociation, and kidnapping, so be aware.)

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WRONG

(from my dormant wip the mice come out at night - morgana's pov/diary entry)

I was supposed to have died that day, I found myself thinking. But this thought wasn't out of scorn or hatred for the times I had made since then, it was a matter of fact. I didn't get what I had been promised, yet this time I wasn't so sure what I had expected at the time. Morgana then and now were two cherries separated at the stem. Our concept of what we thought we needed mirrored, the reflection a jarring contrast. "You must have the wrong guy," I found myself saying, cutting through my rampant thoughts. I highly doubted there was anything Vincent could be capable of lying to us about. Even if he decided to tell the others and not me, I was at least 99% certain Juniper would have spilled it by now.

FIND

(from my wip crater city - melony's pov)

Darcy looked down at his hands and the tears that fell into them. "I'm crying." He said, as if baffled by the phenomenon. His voice grew more distant, attempting to fade seamlessly into the background noise. "Look what you've made me do." "Darcy..." I began. "It feels warm and achy. But something is there. It's times like these that make me feel real. Feel human." "Darcy, you are human." "At this moment, I am. In the next few seconds, I won't be anymore. I hate it when emotions fade out of existence..." He sat at my desk with his face buried in his hands. It was customary for when his "mind checked out," as he used to say. "Your emotions don't go away. They're just hiding." He looked up at me with hollow eyes and a slack jaw. But they weren’t hollow because they were empty; they were hollow because they had yet to return. "They're just playing a game of hide and seek.” He grunted in agitated confusion. I sighed, picking up where I left off in the clutter. “Right now, sadness is 'it' and it's having a hard time finding the others. Hmm, I'd wager that anger is hiding in a prickly blackberry bush. Fear isn't always smart, so it's hiding clear-as-day behind a tree. Happiness is relaxing way up high in a tree..." I stood on my toes to prop the last textbook at the top of the shelf. The ridiculous analogy made Darcy chuckle. "It seems it found laughter first," I stuck out my tongue. Darcy came over to help, except my balance was a bit off and the book may have accidentally slipped from my fingers. It knocked him on the head before hitting the floor with a deafening belly flop. Instead of complaining about his head, his eyes lingered on the fallen book for a few extra seconds.

DREAM

Uhhhh none i think

CLOUD

(from my wip crater city - blair's pov)

I slapped the dented trunk of the sedan shut. The trunk was a briefcase from the show Steal or No Steal, and I was the pretty lady in red. But the look on Elijah’s face told me he was not fully convinced that this was the deal of a lifetime. He was starting to get on my nerves. He didn't know how to appreciate an offer of such high demand. It was honestly insulting. However, my TV show escapade was short-lived once I realized that he wasn’t going to let up. He was really upset, wasn't he? I could see it in his vacant stare: his soul had left his body. He took a step back, hands hovering cluelessly at his sides. “Uh, Elijah? What’s wrong, man?” I leaned against the creaky trunk, which snapped further shut, almost forfeiting my balance. It really needed more bungee cords, come to think if it. “This…this isn’t even one of the guys that harassed me.” “Come again?” Elijah was such a joker. “Blair…” The abstraction of my friend clutched my shoulders, causing the damp fabric to press into my skin. His hollow eyes sat constricted in their sockets, white about to burst in urgency. “It’s just some guy with green hair…” “Yeah, and…?” I raised a brow. Of course, he had green hair. What was he going on about? I saw a man with the same colored hair as one of the guys Elijah described, then I…wait, where did I even find this guy? I don’t even remember his face. And it would really be embarrassing to double-check by popping open the trunk. Had I really…? I searched the swirling green clouds for an answer. Then Elijah called my name and my wandering eyes found their way back to his.

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gently tagging @asterhaze @ditzybitzyspider @forthesanityofsome @frostedlemonwriter @new-royston-cursebreakers and anyone else

rules: find the words in your writing and paste a sample here

your words to find: pull, back, away, and whenever

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crater city mayhem taglist (dm to be added/removed): @writeouswriter @lyra-brie @digitalsatyr23 @talesfromtheunknowable

[69misato69]

(It’s the emo mcr mutual here)

I’m here to say keep it up! I read em all. Emo gays gotta stick together! But I gotta say itto and puppy boy gorou hold a place in my cold black heart 🖤😂 I’d take anything you’d give me

But in all seriousness. Keep up the amazing work. I love your style and works. Keep it evil and gay

HI EMO MCR MUTUAL I LOVE SEEING U ON MY FEED thank you for reading 😭😭😭 i didnt know you had a soft spot for ittorou i havent wrote them in a while but i hope you like this one !!

itto 👹 + gorou 🐶 — unwinding after gorou is back from a mission, angst fluff + nsfw mention

one, two, three deep breaths until itto is done dragging the ointment through the ridges of his fresh wound.

the way its fresh scent fills every corner of the room the second itto opens the flask, a faint hint of mint that sits at their nostrils, an acidic undertone that stings wherever it touches.

gorou is no stranger to the feeling, yet it never fails to manifest tears that blur his vision. his sharp canines dig into his bottom lip, a miniscule amount of pressure away from severing it beyond repair.

itto takes a much needed break. he's always torn between packing it up as soon as possible, regardless of the pain gorou undergoes — or taking his time, delaying the process overall but allowing him to register it.

he's getting too used to it, more than his heart can bear. finding gorou at his door, barely standing up straight — the sight no longer has any shock value to it, but the hurt of it persists.

gorou knows it too. that's why he fights the tears to the best of his ability, to not sadden itto any further than he already has.

it's selfish. scraping all that remains of him off the floor and crawling back to itto every single time. he has his comrades resting at camp, kokomi tending to their wounds along with her own.

a general of the resistance, gorou has enough at his disposal to recover and face itto in proper shape.

but, he doesn't.

when he's seeing red and panting at every step of the way, all he needs is itto. his lungs giving out, if it's the last breath they will utter he would rather have it whispered over itto's lips.

his arm, now soiled with a wound vicious enough to almost tear it apart completely. if the day ever comes that he cant even charge a single shot with his bow — if his tired heart can't even pump blood to gush out of his wounds any longer, he would want to be with itto.

in his arms, comforted by his embrace. he powers through the stitches and bandages, finally getting his arm back, mostly numb due to the ointment (thankfully)

with the other he cups itto's cheek, unsure of how to wipe off the worried look off his face, always unsure of how to comfort him the way itto does with him.

"i'm okay." he whispers, it's silent enough for it to be heard in the dead of the night.

"you're not."

itto pulls him to his lap and holds him by the waist, slow and careful. it varies in style, this simple move that never fails to take gorou's breath away.

sometimes it's lazy and lax, early mornings where itto just wants gorou on him like a blanket as he drifts back to sleep.

sometimes it's casual, in a way of simply wanting to be together as gorou reads or itto knits.

and sometimes it's heated, lips crashing into each other, itto pulling him close as they burn up with desire. one hand on gorou's waist and the other stripping him, teasing and stroking him to his limits.

this one, however, is softer. compassionate, worried, loving yet fearful. afraid as if gorou might slip away from his touch at any moment.

afraid that one day he might collapse on itto's doorstep as always but never wake up again.

with the arm that's relatively in better shape gorou presses itto's head to his chest. he kisses at his soft, wavy hair.

itto revels in his scent, though mixed with the smell of dirt and blood it's nothing short of his gorou.

his beloved.

he brushes through his soft tail with his fingers, still damp from when he tended to it and got rid of all the knots a few minutes ago.

now it shines the way it always does, golden fur — along his back and down his thighs, albeit less thick compared to his tail and ears.

without a word, itto gets up with gorou still on his lap and heads for the bedroom. he lays gorou on his bed and watches him shrivel up into a little ball when itto settles right next to him.

with a few hisses and mumbled curses, he extends his severed arm and a leg to rest across itto's body and looks up at him.

itto's hand cards through his hair affectionately, petting his ears, peppering small kisses all over his face.

"i know... that i said i'd be more careful. i'm sorry that you have to see me like this. i'm sorry that—"

he chokes on his own words.

"—you have to be the one to take care of it every single time."

itto smiles, caressing his sides — "i wouldn't have it any other way."

he takes a deep breath.

"just... don't die on me. okay, pup?"

gorou nuzzles into the crook of his neck, sorrowful, now almost entirely on itto's body because his warmth is the only thing that's keeping him intact.

"i won't." he wraps his tail around itto and presses a kiss on his neck. "never, i promise."

[f1]

Aero changes to improve racing at Indy 500 havent worked say drivers | IndyCar

IndyCar’s efforts to improve the racing at the Indianapolis 500 by allowing teams to run more downforce haven’t worked, drivers have said following the first two days of practice for the race. The introduction of IndyCar’s Aeroscreen three years ago had a significant impact on the cars’ aerodynamics. The extra turbulence caused by the safety device has made it more difficult for drivers to follow closely on high-speed ovals such as the Indianapolis Motor Speedway. IndyCar has enjoyed some success in counteracting this by increasing the aerodynamic set-up options on the specification Dallara DW12 chassis used in the series. Drivers praised the changes following a competitive race at Texas Motor Speedway earlier this year. Some of the parts teams were allowed to use at that race have been made available for the series’ blue riband event. Drivers and teams have been allowed to run a steeper rear wing angle and use extra downforce-producing parts at the front and rear of their floors if they choose. However McLaren’s Pato O’Ward, who finished the last three Indy 500s in the top six, said the changes haven’t made a significant difference. “We’re not quite there,” he told NBC. “The aero bits seem to have done nothing for racing. “Obviously it’s not ideal for when you’re running 10th or 11th in a pack, you can’t do anything, even when you’re sixth, seventh you can’t do anything. Only the first two lead cars can be kind of overtaking each other, maybe a third car can join the party. But other than that it’s pretty much a follow-the-leader situation.” O’Ward said the racing is unlikely to improve significant compared to what was seen in recent seasons. Advert | Become a RaceFans supporter and go ad-free “If you pull out of the bubble, you’re going to get a freight-trained,” he explained. “And the guys in front of you are getting towed, so you’re not able to suck up to ’em like if you were sucking up to a lead car. “Obviously I would have love to have seen just a step in that because I feel like even if you’ve got one of the best cars or a solid car, if you’re stuck in a train it doesn’t matter. If the two cars in front of you are lead cars but if there’s 10 lappers for instance in a race, you can’t do anything. So [there’s] no change from what ’21 and ’22 have been.” Simon Pagenaud, who won the last Indy 500 before the Aeroscreen was introduced, is also concerned the changes have not had the desired effect. “I feel like we have a good range of downforce level, parts that we can use to make the car behave a certain way,” he said. “IndyCar allowed us to have a bigger [range] and I feel like it’s better for racing. But it doesn’t stop the fact that when you are fifth in line, it’s still very difficult. The car ahead of you is still drafting, going same speed as you. Even if you’re good there doesn’t mean you’re going to pass. “It’s still going to be first, second trading every single lap, similar. But we have a better range to work with, and that’s enjoyable.” Their concerns were shared by Conor Daly. “In traffic it still is a challenge I would say

[starship-squidlet]

So in case anyone is wondering how Christmas is going, I'm currently sitting in my car and crying because my mom picked a fight and said it was my fault ✌️

[spicy-tomato]

Can i pls req dream being reader's sugar daddy :O - 🌼

sorry this took a hot sec ive been working on this one for a while cause i really liked the idea, so here you go :)) it ended up being like 2k words so im sorry

You had it all, anything you could want and more. Wanted to go to rome? Done, your plane leaves tomorrow. Dream absolutely spoiled you and you couldnt be more happy about it. It started off as a thing to help you with rent, but the longer you did it the more you enjoyed being able to get what you wanted when you wanted. Today was your weekly lunch with dream, you had both agreed that at least once a week he would take time off to get lunch with you, it made you smile to see him take time for you. As the tease you were, you decided to wear something a little revealing to tease him since he had cancelled your shopping trip with him the day before. You put on a low cut crop top and some shorts that show a little too much before fixing your hair. You hear you phone ding, getting a text from dream,

Daddy dream <3

Hey baby, i'm out front whenever youre ready to go

You smile and put your phone in your pocket before walking out to his car and getting in. you kiss his cheek quickly “hi daddy” you giggle and smile at him

“Hi sweetheart” he looks you up and down before smirking “like the outfit, all for me?” you giggle and nod before he starts to drive to the restaurant, one hand on your thigh. “Do you know what you want? You know the rule, anything you want no matter the price. And after that we can go shopping to make up for my cancelling yesterday.” you smile at him

“I know, and we dont have to dream, we can just hang out. Its been a while since we did that. Maybe we can go somewhere for you to make it up to me instead” he smiles and squeezes your thigh as he pulls into the parking lot of the restaurant.

“Anywhere you want baby, only the best for you.” you look down and blush, moving over to lean your head on his shoulder as he moves a hand to pet your hair. “Ill take you anywhere anytime and get you anything you want.” you cant lie, at times you had thought about being more than just his sugar baby, having a real romantic relationship, but he was always so busy that it made it seem almost impossible. Sure he took time out to be with you but it was never a lot unless you were traveling. He didnt tell you a lot about his job either, just knew that he had a large following and that he didnt want anything serious and put his partner in a bad situation, but damn if you havent thought about him coming home to you and calling you his.

“Baby? You okay? You zoned out.” he waves a hand in front of your face and you blink back to reality.

“Yeah, sorry i just got a little distracted. Lets go get some food!” you pull away from him and he gets out, walking around to open your door for you and holds a hand out to help you. “Thank you” you smile and take his hand as you step out, he closes the door behind you and puts an arm around your waist, pulling you into his side as you both walk up to get a table. You get seated immediately and he pulls your chair out for you. “Is there a single flaw with you?” you ask genuinely, he just laughs and shakes his head.

“Theres a bunch you dont know about me, sweetheart.” you roll your eyes as the waitress comes back with your mimosa and his water, asking for your orders. He orders for you and him before she walks off to put them in. He always knows what you want and orders it for you. It makes you smile that he likes to take care of you. You shake that thought away and go back to mindlessly talking with him, waiting on the food. It comes shortly and you both start to eat. “Where do you want to go? Japan? Italy? Oh we havent been to paris in a while, maybe there.”

“I think paris would be great, its always so pretty this time of year, maybe we can have dinner on the eiffel tower again!” your eyes light up at the thought of going back to paris. Last time you went was last spring, you both walked around and had the most wonderful time people watching and shopping. You take another bite and he looks like hes about to say something before he stops himself and looks down. “What is it? Is something wrong?” you look at him concerned, scared you messed something up.

“Its nothing darling, dont worry.” you both finish up lunch and he pays before helping you up and leading you back to the car. “I have something id like to ask you when we get to paris if thats okay, its nothing bad i promise its just something ive been meaning to ask for a while is all.” you nod as he opens the door for you and helps you in. “now, a pretty girl like you needs pretty new clothes for the trip, lets go get you some.” he smiles at you as he gets in, resting a hand back on your thigh as he starts the car, leading you both to the mall.

You spend hours in there going to different stores and trying things on, him getting you whatever you wanted without any hesitation. You walk back to the car with armfulls of bags and a couple new suitcases. “Thank you so much daddy, youre the best.” you kiss his cheek and he turns a little red.

“Its no problem baby, why dont you stay over tonight and we can leave in the morning to head to the airport. I can help you pack and we can watch a movie.” you smiles and nod, putting your bags in the back of the car and your new suitcases in the trunk.

“Id like that…” you think for a second about how nice it would be to wake up next to him every day and how nice it is to fall asleep next to him when it happens, even if when you did wake up after he wasnt next to you. The cold bed always made you remember that you would never be more than this, not that this was bad in the least its just sometimes you wish you could be more. He drives you both back to his apartment building and helps you out, grabbing most of your bags, only leaving you to grab the suitcases as you enter the building. He lived on the top floor in the penthouse, expected for how much money he had. You set your stuff down in his room, your new clothes already laid out nicely thanks to him. He walks up behind you and hugs you from behind.

“Youll look so good in all of those baby, gonna be the prettiest one in paris.” he kisses your neck softly before pulling away and taking your hand, leading you to sit on the part of the bed not covered by clothes. “Let me go run you a bath and you can pick out a movie.” you nod and he walks to the bathroom, leaving you alone on the bed. You turn on the tv and start scrolling through netflix looking for a movie, finally deciding as he walks back in and picks you up. You giggle and wrap your arms around his neck, moving your head to rest on his chest as he carries you to the bathroom. He sets you on the counter and takes your shirt off carefully, leaving kisses down your neck and chest and he moves down to take your shorts off. You lift yourself gently to help him take your shorts off. He takes them off quickly before nipping and kissing your inner thighs, ghosting over your core. You whine and try to move closer to him before he presses your hips down into the counter.

“Stay still baby, dont wanna have to punish you. Daddy just wants his desert.” you nod quickly and stay still, his head diving to softly kiss your clit, causing you to whine. He chuckles and starts to slowly eat you out, almost at a teasing pace. You whine and grip the counter, trying to keep from pulling his hair. He pulls away and smiles, “good girl, being so good and not pulling my hair. Just letting daddy eat you up.” after he says that his hands move down to your thighs open as he starts to eat you out like a man starved. You let out a loud moan and throw your head back, your hands moving to his hair and tugging closer. At this point he didnt care about you pulling his hair, to blissed out by hearing your sweet moans and tasting you. Your cries became louder as he dragged you closer to the edge. as you were almost there he stopped, causing a loud whine from you as he moves up to face you. He looked like heaven like this, face covered in your slick with eyes dark from lust.

“Now my good little girl, i want you to get off the counter and bend over for daddy.” you quickly move off the counter and do as your told. “Such a perfect little girl, i want you to watch as i make you feel good, got it? You look away and i stop,” he chuckles and grabs your neck after you nod. His hand moves from your neck to your hair to hold you in place, making eye contact with him through the mirror.

“Such a precious little pet for me, arent you?” you whine as he lines up with your entrance, teasing you, causing you to press your hips back against him. He smacks your ass roughly and pulls you against his chest by your hair. “Thats not very nice bun, its almost like you want me to leave you all worked up.’’ he smirks at you before pulling you roughly back against him, ripping a scream from your throat. He sets a brutal pace, leaving no time for you to adjust to him. He keeps the pace, your legs starting to shake as he brings you back to the edge of your orgasm before quickly throwing you over it. You let out a cry of his name, trails of tears starting to run from your eyes as he keeps going.

“Pretty little bunny, always so good and tight for me. Gonna breed you so good. Fuck you until i know it takes.” he tugs your hair roughly and starts to bite and suck at your neck, leaving marks in his wake. You whine and cry, moving your hands to tug at his hair. “So close princess, gonna fill you up so good.” he moves a hand to your clit to punctuate his statement, causing a louder cry to come from you as you tip over the edge once again. His hips start to stutter as he fills you up, riding out his high with shallow thrusts letting out a few more quiet moans before pulling out of you carefully. You whine and tug at his hair as he does so. He picks you up carefully as he pulls away.

“i figured we could take a bath and then cuddle before we pack and figure out what time we should leave for the airport.” you nod and he carries you carefully over to the tub, setting you down carefully in it before getting and sitting behind you. He starts to wash your hair as you slowly drift off to sleep. You wake up briefly as he lifts you from the tub and carries you to the bed. He moves the blankets back and sets you down gently before crawling in next to you , pulling the blankets back over you.

“Be my partner,” he says as you turn towards him

“Only if we can still go to paris” you giggle and he nods, kissing the top of your head before you both drift off.

[literaila]

a void on your side of the bed. 

loki x gn!reader 

summary: loki is feeling lonely. and guilty about that. 

here was the thing:

loki tried not to ask for too much. he tried to be the perfect partner, the perfect person just for you.

he didnt complain when you wanted to sleep in, or when he was supposed to make you breakfast (he enjoyed doing that). he wasnt upset when you asked him to ‘clean up’ around the house, or when you refused to buy him any more ice cream.

he tried to eliminate any problems-- never been done before by the god of mischief --he might cause before they even appeared, and tried to give you anything and everything you might want.

it wasnt a hard task, actually. he liked the feeling in his chest when you smiled at him, when you were grateful for his help or when he surprised you with something that made your life just a little bit better. he liked taking care of you, causing less trouble than before.

but. it was really hard not to complain when you werent paying attention to him.

when you needed space for just a bit too long for his liking. when he felt like an interruption every time he attempted to make any small talk with you, and you sighed-- almost reluctantly --before turning to him.

he knew you were busy, and he knew that you wanted to get as much work done as you could during the day. he just didnt like it.

he didnt like not conversing with you during the day, not cuddling with you on the couch during lunch while you snacked on something beside him. he didnt like leaving you alone until it was nine o’clock at night and you looked like you were contemplating murder.

he felt lonely. and he just missed you.

and, gods, he was really trying not to complain.

he was really trying not to make this a bigger struggle for you by stealing any of your time. he knew how hard you were working, knew that it drained all the life out of you by the end of the day, knew that the last thing you needed was him telling you that he was upset.

he was used to not sharing his emotions, to building up walls and keeping all his thoughts locked in. but usually, he didnt have to do that with you.

it was all looking up for loki when the week was coming to a slow end. friday night, he felt excited to get you back for at least two days, to steal all the time he could from you before you got annoyed of him. he got his usual smirk back when you came out of your office friday night, giving him a soft smile as you headed to the bedroom.

this was it, he knew. tomorrow morning, he wasnt going to let you leave bed until at least noon.

he fell asleep that night, arms tucked around you, lips smiling against your head, with thoughts of the next day filling his dreams.

so, when he woke up in the morning, colder than usual, a void where you were laying in his arms, it wasnt surprising that he was feeling more upset than before.

disappointment was a violent emotion.

still, he walked out of the room with some hope left, that maybe you were just drinking coffee and eating breakfast while you waited for him.

that hope disappeared when he heard the familiar click-clacking from the room you had proclaimed was your office.

you were working. again. and loki was alone. again.

he felt a groan building up in his chest, a terrible feeling filling him as he listened for your breathing. he knew it was madness to miss you this much when you were only a door away, but he wasnt used to spending days away from you.

he reminded himself that you were right there with a bitter laugh.

he was trying not to be angry or disappointed with you, he knew that it wasnt fair to put you at the end of the blame when you didnt even know how he was feeling and that it wasnt fair for him to want you to stay with him of every second of every day. to ask for so much.

he turned toward the bedroom again and tried to drown his emotions in reading.

it wasnt really working, but at least when he was this far away from you he didnt feel like you were ignoring him.

at around noon, after hours of re-reading the same chapter over and over again and illusioning himself as his brother and throwing a fake hammer around, he finally decided that you needed lunch, at least. he decided that bringing lunch was a perfectly acceptable thing for a significant other to do.

(and hopefully, it wouldnt annoy you too much)

“my love,” he called, knocking on the door. “i’ve brought you sustenance”

you replied a quick ‘come in!’ and loki put a smile on his face, walking in the room deviously and grinning down at you in your chair.

“thank you, loki,” you whispered, kissing his cheek when he leaned to place the plate on your desk, rubbing a hand down his arm when you looked back at the screen in front of you.

loki tried not to preen too much at the touch.

“how are you, love?” he asked, bending down to stare at the screen with you. he didnt understand anything about it, but it was still fun to pretend. to include himself with you.

“oh, tired,” was all you said as you leaned over to type something yet again. loki frowned at your words and focused his attention on your face instead.

you looked perfectly normal, perfect and normal, he supposed. your eyes were bright and your face was blank, but still, loki was worried over your words.

“maybe you could take a break for lunch then?” he asked, bringing a hand to your face and tracing your jawline with his thumb. he was trying to sound casual, to not let the hope that you might concede slip.

“i wish i could,” you sighed and looked over at him with a smile, taking the hand that was on your face and placing a gentle kiss on his palm. he froze under the attention. “thank you, sunshine, for lunch. i adore you,” you kissed him again, and turned away.

his hand was still in the air, left behind.

your words were sweet. exactly what loki wanted to hear, really, but he heard the unspoken dismissal of his presence. he knew this was your way of asking him to leave, even if you didnt realize it.

he wanted to plead with you to let him stay.

he stood up instead, not letting the sigh escape his lips in the room with you, and headed toward the door. he touched the doorknob, feeling all the emotions building up in his chest. making their way through his body like a stampede.

it was all very much for him. this disappointment that he could barely hide anymore. the loneliness he knew he had to return to in the other room.

before he realized it, the words were slipping from his lips.

“have i done something wrong?” his usual teasing tone was there, his usual indicator for dramatics, but when you looked at him the look on his face was much more serious than his tone.

you frowned immediately, and loki scolded himself. “quite the opposite really, sweets. you just brought me lunch?”

“right, of course.” he nodded to go, but you stopped him.

“is there something wrong, loki?” you were turned towards him completely, concern tainting both your face and your tone. loki felt terrible like he shouldn’t have said anything at all.

he tried to put on a smile. “no, darling.”

but you werent easy to trick, he knew, and you scowled at him. “loki.” you were staring at him with your intimidating eyes now, only slightly soft because you were worried. even to a god, it was scary.

reluctantly, he nodded. avoiding your eyes now.

“come sit, sunshine,” you said, gesturing to the couch next to your desk. loki could hear the concern more now, stronger. he winced and took a seat.

after a few moments of silence and loki looking at the wall with furrowed eyebrows, you spoke first. “whats wrong?”

he sighed, feeling silly. you were supposed to be working and he was interrupting that with childish emotions that he could deal with himself. but still, he couldnt help but feel grateful at your asking.

“we havent been spending as much time together recently and..” he stopped, still avoiding his eyes to run a hand through his hair. “i suppose i’m feeling a bit..excluded? or maybe lonely?” he winced, sighed, looked like the perfect definition of regret. “i dont know” he said, almost silent.

but while loki was feeling ridiculous, you were looking upon him with something similar to horror in your eyes. terror at the thought of hurting him.

you were well aware that you’d been working more, the exhaustion every night made sure of it, but you hadnt realized that it was taking a toll on loki too, that he was... missing you while you were preoccupied.

you hadnt even considered it, really, when you longed to go watch a movie with him or have dinner together. your clinginess wasnt surprising, but loki?

he never seemed to mind space.

your brain took a few seconds to process it before you could speak again. “i’m so sorry, loki.” you were already pleading with him, begging for forgiveness.

how could you have disregarded him so much this week? you felt disgusted at the thought.

loki’s head snapped up in shock. he thought you might be tired with his admission, maybe even upset. not... regretful? he didnt expect to see this look on your face, one that was so disappointed, so loving.

“i didnt realize that you might be feeling lonely also, which is completely unthoughtful of me, i just thought that maybe-” you were gesturing with your hands, looking around the room rapidly as you used all your breath.

“you arent upset?” loki asked carefully, interrupting your rambling.

you paused, then blinked, looking at him curiously. he was serious, that much you could tell. he had that same frown on his face. you blinked again.

“upset?” you repeated, astounded. “why would i be upset?”

loki was just as confused as you now. he scratched his neck, looking down. “because i’m getting in the way of your work, interrupting you, being troublesome?” he said it as if he was trying to ring any bells in your head. he seemed sure of every word he spoke.

all you felt was more horror.

“your emotions are not interruptions or ‘troublesome’“ you mocked his accent, mostly with anger at yourself as you scowled at the floor. your words were harsh, but loki didnt flinch away. he still didnt understand.

“they aren’t?”

your eyes snapped up to his, guilt pouring from them. immediately, you jumped up from your chair, coming to sit next to him and taking his hand in yours. his face relaxed a bit at the feel of your touch. “of course they’re not, loki. if you’re upset i want to know. you and your feelings arent burdens on my day, i love you!” you promised him with strong eyes, with a strong grip on his hand.

it was probably the most important thing in the world to you that he knew this. that he didnt feel unwanted again.

“i love you too” he answered, quickly, before he even had the chance to think over your words.

he almost smiled when he did, proud of himself, of you, for seemingly no reason. you loved him.

it was nice to hear.

it was also nice to hear the softness in your voice, the sweet words, his name. it was nice to be sitting next to you.

he was hit was a sudden burst of longing, this time for something different.

he wished he would’ve talked to you days before, wished there was more he could do. if that had happened, he might’ve saved you both from some unwanted feelings. might’ve kept you from the sorrow that you still had on your face.

you were still upset, he knew.

“i’m sorry i’ve been so busy. that i havent spent enough time with you,” the words fell from your lips before you could stop them, despite the happy look on loki’s face. you still felt horrible, guilty for making loki feel anything but joy.

“its okay, darling, i know you have a lot of work to do.”

though his words were sweet, they only made you scoff.

“thats not an excuse.” you insisted, scowling again. “i havent been taking care of you,”

loki, who no longer felt disappointed or lonely, who was enjoying just the sound of your voice and feel of your skin, frowned with you. he didnt like the pain in your voice, the anger he could hear.

he really wasnt upset anymore, never upset with you, to begin with. he was only glad that you knew he’d missed you and that you seemed to feel the same. he was happy to see you away from your desk.

his brows furrowed.

then he smiled again, leaning in closer to you with an idea.

he lifted your face towards him with gentle fingers, admiring you before he spoke. “i know how i’d like you to make it up to me,” he said, smirking at you.

it was a familiar look. one you hadnt seen in far too many days.

“you do?” you asked him, forgetting your guilt for a moment while he stared at you.

he nodded, staring down at your lips. his damned smirk was glued to his face now, distracting you from anything besides him. “i rather think you’ll enjoy it..” he assured.

and then he kissed you, and guilt was the last thing on your mind.

the thing was: loki was already the perfect person for you.

*

[technowoah]

thinking about angst prompt 'you're right. you're useless' with c!jschlatt where all reader does is try to help him and they eventually get to a breaking point because all they do it give and give and give and get nothing in return so schlatt just turns around and scares the fuck out of them :D

Have a Heart

You end up helping Schlatt after hating his guts. And even though you give every thing to your new president he dosent seem to fucking care

- c!schlatt x reader

- gender neutral reader!

- prompt: 25) "You're right. You are useless" (angst list)

⚠︎: swearing, drinking, smoking, angst, mentions of vomit, c!dream makes an appearance 🤭 not proofread

An// I LOVE THIS SCENARIO UGHH! THANKS FOR REQUESTING AS WELL BUB! I HOPE YOU ENJOY!

"Where's my fucking decree at?!"

"It's in my room Schlatt, please stop yelling." You tried to calm the ram-man down by talking calmer than him, but it only seemed to rile him up more.

"In your room?! Sounds like another fucking excuse that you didn't even finish them." Schlatt waved around his hands which one of them contained a lit cigarette in them. "Look at Tubbo he re-wrote one of my decrees before the festival, which is tomorrow may I add, and gave it to me. You havent even done anything I asked you." He scoffed.

You closed your eyes and held back a huge eye roll. You had done everything that Schlatt asked you to do, the decree was actually sitting on your desk in your room. This has been happening ever since Schlatt became president. He was more nicer, well as nice as Schlatt can get, but now he's been drinking like a moster and it never fails that he shows up to an important meeting drunk and makes you and Tubbo do all the work while Quackity and George are running free doing God knows what.

You had been loyal to Schlatt even when you didn't want to be, you had swallowed your pride along time ago. Every. Single. Task you do. And Every. Single. Time you get more put down that you already do.

Your head was hung low while he still spoke. "Hey! Were you listening to me shithead?! I need those papers by tonight!" Schlatt dug his finger into your chest pushing you back a little.

"Also get me my beer and bring it to the meeting room because apparently that's all you're good for." He finally left the long hallway, stumbling a bit as he walked.

You let out a sigh you didn't know you were holding until you saw him walk away. You walked away to find Schlatg that beer and try to put on a smile for the meeting you are currently dreading. Quickly you stopped by your room to grab the stack of paper Schlatt was yelling about earlier and grabbed a beer from a random room. Schlatt always has alcohol and cigarettes in every room just in case he needs one.

Dragging your feet along the marble floored hallways you mad your way to the meeting room. You didn't want to get there first or even last so your mind switched up from speed walking to continuing your slow pace. You started to walk faster when you heard footsteps behind you.

"Hey!"

You turned around to see Tubbo waving behind you. You stopped in your pursuit to greet your friend.

"Hey Tubbo!"

"Going to the meeting I see." He smiled.

"Sadly yes." You sighed. "I already got yelled at twice today so-"

"Hey! It's better than three!"

"Tubbo!"

"Im sorry! But am I wrong?" Tubbo laughed a little.

"Well I wish it was zero. I give everything to that bastard and I get nothing." You breathed out.

"Really?! I get a lot of-" Tubbo stopped talking after the shock on your face was prominent. "You know what nevermind!" He waved off.

"Of course he would favor you." You walked off keeping a brisk pace with Tubbo apologizing for Schlatt's favoritism right behind you.

Once you reached the door to the meeting room you slowly opened the door to be greeted with, once again, a drunken president and his right hand man looking smug as ever when he had no right to be.

Schlatt's cabinet was a mess. Quackity was only the vice president because he partnered with Schlatt and George became, well, the vice president to the vice president. George was barely around anyways. Then Tubbo and you came from L'Manburg, hating Schlatt's guts at firsy you two learned to be okay with the treatment. And while apparently, Tubbo had better treatment than you, you still gave that president everything you had.

Everything you worked for was for that drunken man sitting at the head of the table. You basically devoted your life to him, writing decrees that represents Schlatts policies because "you dare not write something Wilbur would". You had pulled him from sleeping at his desk at nights, cleaned up his spilled wine and beer, picked up cigarettes from the clean marble floors. He pushed you around and you let it happen too, some people woukd say you've become weak and they were sadly right.

"Aye! Look who it is!" Schlatt slurred his words together. "There's my beer!"

"And your decrees!" You plopped the papers down on the desk as he snatched the beer bottle out of your hand.

"You have an attitude with me?" Schlatt asked quickly.

"No! No why?"

"'Cause you just threw my decrees on the table like they are some sort of scrap." Schlatt tried to find the right words. "Some sort of shit like its not important! Fuckin' have some nerve huh?"

You didn't respond and went to go sit by Tubbo across from Quackity. Schlatt apparently noticed and took it upon himself to say something.

"Asshole! You gonna respond to me?! I am your president!"

You fought the urge to snap back at him so you bit your lip as he continues to yell and make everyone in the room uncomfortable, even Quackity.

"Dammit!" Schlatt slammed the table. "Fuck you! I could kill you! I have so much power over you! I can control everyone in this damned kingdom that I'm second best to! This kingdom was owned by a tyrant! I saved all of you! And all you have to do is respond!"

He stood up during half of his breakdown, but you didn't know when. You could hear every single word he said, but your eyes were threatening to spill tears and you could feel Tubbo's hand grab yours underneath the table.

Schlatt huffed smoothed put his suit and sat back down in his chair.

"So! We're here for the festival."

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You softly closed your bedroom door not wanting to make more drama by slamming it. This whole week you held in your emotions and tears, but today was the breaking point for you. Your back slid down the door and you started crying, and crying. There was no need to try and deafen your sobs, because you couldn't even if you tried.

Your mind kept reminding you of every single event if today.

First. Tubbo didnt tell you he was still in contact with the former citizens of L'Manburg, and the only way you found out was that today at the festival you saw them and you asked Tubbo. He finally told you with his head hung low as you two stood on the podium. You felt betrayed.

Second. Schlatt gave you an extremely hard time making sure everything was intact for today's festivities. You were stressed out of your mind.

Third. The festival went down hill hard and fast. So fast everything seemed like a blur. Tubbo gave his speech, really fidgety may you add, and then Schlatt and Quackity began trapping him in cement, you tried stopping him, but you were pushed away multiple times. You knew who Technoblade was, so when you heard Schlatt call him up to the podium you started to freak out. Your heart started to pound out of your chest when he brought out an explosive crossbow and pointed it right at Tubbo's chest.

The next thing you know a huge, bright, colorful explosion went off and with you on the podium with Tubbo's murderer sparks flew and hit you, Schlatt and Quackity making all of you have some sort of burn marks. Tubbo was gone, soon to be revived again for his last life on this earth, but seeing him die like that was the breaking point for you.

You stayed on the ground with your knees to your chest sobbing loudly. It was too much for you. Your lungs felt like they had no air inside of them, and your heart felt like a million weights were hung on it. You kept crying until you heard a harsh knock on the door, that felt like they were trying to break down the door than get someone's attention.

"Stop sobbing so damn loud!" Of course it was Schlatt you rolled your eyes and stayed on the floor.

"Leave me alone!" You cried out.

"Damn you sound like you're in pain huh?" You heard him from the other side of the door.

It was silent until the door was forced open and you were pushed with the door on your side. You sat up again to see Schlatt, who was out of breath, above you and had another beer bottle in hand.

"Why did you open ny door?" You asked softly.

"Why didn't you let me in?"

"Cause you didnt ask."

"Excuse me!?" Schlatt grew angry.

"You heard me." You stood up facing the taller man with horns. He was scary, but somehow you got the confidence today.

"I dont think you know who you're talking to shithead!" Schlatt got closer, but this time you stood your ground.

"Im talking to a drunken, egotistical, ram-man who let someone kill the only person I had left!" You yelled in his face while tears fell on your cheeks.

"You do got some nerve! I saved you!" He turned around, his back facing you.

"You made my life hell!" You yelled at him. "You- you made my life worse! You made me feel like I have no purpose, but to serve you and your ragtag cabinet! You made me feel like a useless sack of shit, you-!"

"YOU'RE RIGHT! YOU ARE USELESS!" Schlatt quickly turned around his faced filled with pure anger and his eyes bloodshot. He was breathing heavily and all the confidence left your body as soon as he stumbled towards you.

"You're fucking useless! You're even worse than Tubbo and he was working against me!" Schlatt then let out a strained stream and smashed his bottle on the floor letting the left over alcohol spill onto the floor.

"Do me a favor and leave, go. I dont need you! I dont need this damned place given to me by chance! By a fucking vice president that dosent even do his damn job! I dont need you! You! You and those bastards ruined everything!" Schlatt yelled and then rushed out of the room while holding his mouth.

You followed him quickly into the hallway and watched as he stumbled into the nearest bathroom to throw up the alcohol consumption of today. The tears kept coming as you ran down the hallway hoping that you can get as far away from these ivory buildings as your feet can take you.

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Your feet hung off the edge of the prime path and underneath there was a small river. You had stared at the water running for about ten minutes since you got there. You noticed immediately when you set foot on the prime path that you had no where else to go except for pogtopia you learned about.

You sighed tilting your head up towards the night sky.

"Lonely?" A voice asked next to you.

You turned your head and saw the well known man dressed in green. Dream had his mask on, as usual, but hood was down letting his blonde hair show.

"Yeah actually." You responded not looking at him.

"I know what happened at the festival."

"Everyone does." You scoffed.

"What happened with Schlatt?" He asked and you turned your head with a confused look on your face. "Dont think I don't know anything that goes on around here."

"I don't know how you found out, but long story short I'm not allowed back there. I dont wanna go back there." You said while standing up facing the man.

"I have someone that can give you a place to stay. If you want to take the offer. Also I wanted to check up on you. You were so close to Tubbo and its hard to lose a friend." Dream spoke softly, but you could still hear him loud and clear even through the mask.

"Thank you. I would want to take the offer for a place to stay." You airly laughed. "I dont want to see Schlatt or Quackity again."

Dream chuckled while giving you a paper with an adress on it before getting ready to leave.

"Don't worry. He'll be dead soon." Dream said before turning around and walking down the prime path.

You should've stayed.

Taglist(s)

MCYT Imagines: @annshit @bobaducky @malfoysslutt @egorldevi

[its-afucking-mess]

ok but being single for a while and hooking up w thomas at a bar or him taking u to his apartment or sm and ure like wait i havent shaved in ages and he just looks at u like "did i say i care" and he just worships ur body for angood second of the time 🤧

okay i am turning this into a mess of prompts, thank u for the contribution anon!!!

i feel like hes definately the one to not understand what u mean at first like "ok so?" because hes so comfortable in his own body he forgets some others are insecure about stuff like body hair, so u have to physically say "oh i just havent done this in a sec and i havent shaved down there" and he just looks confused but then he softens like "oh, amore, that isnt a problem with me, unless u dont feel comfortable i dont mind" and ure just dumbfounded because damn is he the sweetest stranger you had the pleasure to hook up with

and yea, knowing u arent used to being praised for it, only shamed cause society ig, he will make sure to kiss and bite and mark wherever on your body without a single care, running his hands over rough patches where the hair has grown quite a bit, murmuring praises and oh god this man is killing me slowly

Yeah, sure, hooking up wasn't on your top 10 ways you'd spend the night at this dingy nightclub your friends dragged you to, but you aren't complaining either.

How could you, the man is handsome. Dirty blonde hair cut to his shoulders, stupid tall and super fun to dance with, the whole time you had been giggling in your drink as he tried to provoke you into dancing with him. Fucking adorable, and you didn't expect "Wanna hook up?" to come out from his lips, but again, you aren't complaining.

Brave of you to trust someone so much that you let him call a taxi to his place, but it turned out he isn't a serial killer that collects women in his basement. If anything, he's the typical 20 year-old. Slightly messy apartment, the console running since god knows how early. You are surprused pleasantly, even more so when he gently holds you in his embrace, one hand sneaking to cup your face as you share the first proper kiss of the night. It's mystical, and you even manage to forget something you wanted to say.

You don't bother to remember too much, hands roaming all over his back as the kiss deepens. Fingers tangled in hair and trapped between tight shirts, Thomas guiding you to his room, presumably at least.

You're impressed with how easy the whole scene unfolds, no apparent rush as Thomas slowly but surely caresses your clothed torso, teeth toying with your bottom lip but never fully biting down. His hand sneaks under the waistband of your chiffon skirt, groping your ass softly when his legs hit his bed. You can't help a quiet moan against his lips, and you feel them curl up in a small smirk.

His other hand finds the zipper on the side, pulling it down delicately and letting your skirt drop to the ground, pooling at your feet. You judge it as totally unfair that you only are losing layers, and with a soft tug at it, Thomas removes his shirt easily over his head with a practiced move, your hamds excited to roam all over his body. He hums approvingly and now you are the one smirking, nails clawing at his lower back with little to no force. He moans softly, and you tug off your own shirt over your head.

You giggle at the ways his eyes fall instantly, and he looks back up for approval, and to maintain some decency still. As a silent invitation, you unclasp your bra, dropping it to the floor by where your shirt was probably dropped. He doesn't let his gaze fall this time, a faint blush on his cheeks.

"What are you waiting, big guy?" you tease, and bring one of his hands to cup your breast in his hand. He seems encouraged by your actions, and both his hands are on you, rolling and squeezing amd his fingers playing with your nipples. God, was it too quick to be losing it?

His mouth is on your neck, and you let out an appreciative hum, tilting your head to the side to offer him more space to kiss and bite at. A particularly hard bite catches you off guard, a surpirsed moan making it out of your mouth, his lips in a smirk against your skin.

Your own hands move to his pants, fingers barely dipping under his waistband, instead teasing the elastic of his underwear. He's noticibly tenting in his jeans, and it's flattering, incredibly so. Your hand comes to the front of his trousers, and he ruts his hips forward absentmindedly with a quiet moan.

You unubutton them hastily, and he squeezes your breasts in appreciation, his mouth leaving a small bite at your neck, pulling off your body. You lead another kiss, lust shining through with how much rougher it is to your previous ones. His hands are at your hips, snapping the elastic of your panties in a silent question, and you suddenly remember what you wanted to say.

"Wait, Thomas-". Your words die out when he kisses yoir neck again, right under your jaw. "We can't-". He pulls off instantly, face laced with worry. "What happened? Are you okay?". It's adorable, and very fucking decent of him to ask, but it only makes you fumble with your words more.

"I haven't done this in a while, and I forgot to shave before going to the club" you say, and Thomas gives you a confused glance, hands sitting on your waist, your own on his shoulders.

"Okay. So?" he replies, and you only redden more. Thomas seems incredibly clueless, and you'd hate to ruin the night like that.

"Nothing, it's just- I haven't shaved, down there, in a while too, and I thought I should tell you before hand". Thomas' confusion doesn't seem to give out, not for a moment before his expression morphs into a soft smile and a little giggle.

"I don't mind it" is all he says, and your brain seems to not be able to process the information. "I know some guys probably don't like it, and fuck them because they aren't shit to demand that from women, but I don't care. Unless you don't feel comfortable continuing while you aren't shaved, I could give less of a fuck if you have pubes or not"

The way he says it makes it fairly simple, his wording isn't complicated, yet it still seems unfathomable. "You're sure you don't mind? All others-"

"They better had been softer to the touch that the tiles in the bathroom," Thomas jokes, and your relax against him. "Alright then, I'm good to go" you say, and Thomas smiles wide and kisses you, much softer. It's refreshing, not having to care that much, but the insecurity is still lingering. He must have guessed, because next thing you know he is kneeling in front of you, hands pulling your panties down softly, careful to not scratch your thighs.

"So confusing, how people mind the hair, when it doesn't affected it them in the sligtest," he murmurs, mouth running over your thighs, licking all over the pale expanse of skin. Your eyes flutter shut, Thomas leaving bites on the inside of them, then sucking softly. He pulls back out further, smothering the fronts on your thighs in kisses.

He looks up at you, and there is a plea behind his eyes that you answer with a nod. He cups your pussy with his hand, fingers teasing at your entrance, already wet from all the lingering touches and Thomas' attention.

"Keep going like that, and I might reciprocate". Thomas chuckles against your thigh as he dips more forwards, his breath heated over your skin as your nails drag through his hair, scratching at the skin beneath.

“I don't like the sound of that might, Y/n.”

“It's a reward dependent on performance.” you reply, and he chuckles, nuzzling against your inner thigh as he pushes your knees apart gently. You open more for him to fit fully between your legs.

“Is that so? Well then, my certosa tesoro, I really ought get to work". He cuts off your retort with a drag of his tongue over your vulva, dipping into your entrance as he does so, and you let out a short, sharp sound. He isn't in the slhghtest urged by your fingers tightening on his hair, instead kissing, kissing your clit and pulling back again. He leaves a kiss on your crotch, looking straight up at you as he licks down, through the hair that you've been ashamed of too many times, as least as far as Thomas made you think. It's quite the fucking sight to behold, and your knees feel weak. He moves forward, and by the way his shoulders nudge your legs, he seems content to carry your weight. You leave your muscles to relax momentarily, and Thomas hums in response.

He inhales deeply before dipping forwards again, sucking at your clit for a moment before dipping down and dragging his tongue back and forth over your labia, back and forth feeling the flesh soften under his tongue, feels you widen and slick for the sake of his attentions. His nose bumps against your clit, continiously, and you can't help the little moans, not when Thomas is working to coax them out of you.

Your taste stays on his tongue, having you spread out over his mouth, completely at his mercy. He seems to be enjoying it as much as you are, and you can tell by the way his hips grind against your leg when a particularly loud moan leaves your mouth, tugging at his hair harder.

Far better than overpriced drinks, and a more enjoyable eating out experience than any restaurant.

He thrusts his tongue forwards, inside you, and his tongue is dexterous enough that you arch your back, letting out a groan, and the push of your spine, the curve of it, makes your hips rut more firmly against his mouth, and you can hear, hell, you can feel his groan. His hands grip your hips harder, and his strength is surprising when he manages to pull you more against him.

He continues to thrust his tongue, his hands moving over your thighs in order to dig his nails just slightly into the meat of them, and then he pulls back, dragging his slick tongue over your clit again before sucking hard at it. His fingers are teasing at your entrance, making sure you don't get to mourn the loss of his tongue too much, two of them being worked in with almost no resistance.

And sure, it's slightly embarassing, but your orgasm catches both of you off guard, a surprised, and loud moan leaving your mouth, hips pretty much riding Thomas' face as you work through your climax. He seems content, completely unfased and even continuing the thrusts of his tongue.

"Holy-" is all you manage, and Thomas guides your hips to the edge of the bed, staying between your legs, leaving kisses all over your thighs, your tummy, your crotch, pulling at the hair with his teeth.

"Fuck Thomas, that's-"

"Hope you have another orgasm in you, because I don't think I'll manage if we don't fuck tonight" he says, kissing you with a surprising force, trying to match his energy.

"Disguisting, I know. But you aren't complaining, so you must be enjoying this," he says with a confident smile, and you can only nod along his words, because why would you lie? Your hand tugs at his hair, bringing him to your eye level.

"I fucking better," you say against his lips, and he pushes your back to the matress with a smirk, crawling over you and connecting your lips again.

it felt wrong not to so: @lasciatemi-stare @tempobrucera @poetryndfuel :D