#i'm dying and passing out and dying and throwing up and crying

[chalkrub]

so i remembered daily comic day this year and i am paying for it

[yeetus-feetus]

Today my mother made me go to the beach. And while I was there I let myself enjoy the water and sand between my toes.

After a little while I felt like crying.

I felt like crying because remembered the videos I had seen of Palestinian children playing in the water of their beaches, of parents chasing children around while they laughed, of people enjoying the water and feeling the sand between their toes.

Then I thought about how these people don't get to enjoy their beaches anymore. Because Israel won't let them, because Israel is bombing the families who used to play in the sand.

When we got in the car my mum rolled all the windows down, said something about the fresh air. And as we drove I felt the cool wind against my face, in my hair.

And I wanted to cry.

Because the people in Gaza don't get to just enjoy the fresh air. Because all they're breathing in is debris from destroyed buildings and white phosphorus, and the smell of the dead.

I looked out my window and saw my old school as we passed. And I felt guilty, because I dropped out. But their are children in Palestine who are crying and begging to go back to school and they can't.

The children in Gaza can't go back to school because Israel has destroyed and bombed them.

And I think about the displaced people taking refuge in those very schools while Israel attacked them. I think about how unfair and cruel that is.

And then I see the trees. My favourite trees, Gum trees that are native to my land. And I think about how the native trees in Gaza are being destroyed and bulldozed, very important trees that mean a lot to the Palestinian people. And those trees are being taken away by Israel.

Then there are houses, homes and people going about their day. I watch them from my car window and I want to cry still. Because the people in Gaza have no homes, they don't get to go about their day.

I think about the displaced people in Gaza, who are lucky to have a tent to sleep in. Because Israel has bombed their homes, rained white phosphorus above their homes, bulldozed over their homes, forced the Palestinian people to flee from their homes.

I'm barely holding in my tears, because I'm in the car on the way to my own home and the people in Gaza don't get to do that.

We pass the shops, and my throat starts to close up because there's people buying ice cream and groceries for their families. And the people in Gaza are being starved by Israel.

The people in Gaza don't get to have ice cream, they can't do their grocery shopping. They don't even have enough food for their own children because Israel refuses to let any aid trucks in, because they control all the borders and entries into Gaza.

We pass by a chemist in particular and I think about all the children in Gaza not being able to receive medical care. Because the hospitals are being attacked by Israel. Because no medical aid can get in. Because they have doctors being killed.

And then we pass by the park. The park is empty. And I think about the empty parks in Gaza. Because there are no children to play on the swings, no children to run and laugh. Because the children are crying instead. The children have no legs to play because they've been bombed. They can't laugh because white phosphorus has burned through their faces. They can't do anything because they are frozen in fear.

Theses children who should be filling up empty parks are holding their baby siblings, trying to keep them alive because their parents, aunt's and uncles, have all been slaughtered by the IDF. These children who should be laughing are screaming out for help because members of the IDF are raping them.

These children who should be having fun at the park are prisoners of Israel for throwing rocks at tanks like the boy David who threw a rock at the giant Goliath to save his people. And these children are being tortured in these prisons because they were hopeful and brave.

These children who should be with their families at the park are dying. Are dead. A lying beneath the ruble. Are cold and limp with no air in their lungs. These children are in pieces scattered across the blood drenched ground.

They should have been at the park today.

I can hear a man talking on the radio, and he's talking about unimportant nonsense things and I feel angry. I feel frustrated. Because why is no one else talking about this!? Why is no one talking about what's happening to these people!??

We pass by the fresh water creak right before my house and I want to scream! Because I know there's no fresh water in Gaza. I know there are Palestinians dying of dehydration and yet there is fresh, drinkable water running right there! But the water in Palestine has been polluted by blood and disease, and the seawater Israel has flooded their water supply with.

And when I get to my bed I finally scream and cry and punch my mattress to get all my emotions out.

Now I'm numb and writing this so that someone will see it, hoping that someone will understand, hoping that someone will fight even harder for the people of Palestine.

I'm hoping that they can enjoy their beaches again. I hope that's sometime soon.

[jjbalice]

A Night to Forget

Summary: Mingi wakes up to a feeling he's never experienced before, and he's pretty sure he's dying.

Genre: a reverse hurt/comfort Mingi x reader oneshot

Word count: 1 123 (8-9 min.)

Trigger warnings: descriptions of a panic attack (shortness of breath, feeling nauseous and scared, crying)

A/N: Somehow, the biggest struggle while writing this was the concept of puke bowls?? I thought that was a universal thing but once I started googling the proper term for it I found out it's not?? So if you're one of those people who don't have a designated bowl for throwing up at home, now you do, lol.

You awoke with a startle, eyes blinking rapidly as they tried to focus in the dark room. You didn't remember having a nightmare, so why were you suddenly awake?

The answer to your question came in the form of a sharp, deep inhale from beside you. Immediately, a shaky exhale followed, just as loud and forceful.

"...Min?" You called out quietly, turning to your right. You could see the rough outline of your boyfriend, lying on the bed with his back to you. The sheets he usually liked to bury himself in were pulled down to his waist, revealing his broad, pajama-clad back.

Despite the darkness, you could see his chest and shoulders rise and fall with every tight breath, looking almost painful with the clear tension in each movement.

You quickly sat up, leaning over to place a gentle hand on his hip. "Mingi? Baby, are you okay?"

All you got in return was a small, watery whine, making you that much more concerned. Worrying at your bottom lip, you leaned back to turn on your bedside lamp. With the room now cast in a warm, soft, yellow light, you shuffled closer to peer over Mingi's shoulder.

If the labored breathing wasn't enough cause for concern, the tears rolling down his cheeks definitely were.

"Honey please, talk to me. What's wrong?"

Mingi's breath stuttered as he tried to get his voice under control, eyes squeezed shut. "I- I think I'm gonna be sick."

"Fuck," you muttered, quickly straightening back up. "Can you stand up? No, wait, let me go get the bowl-"

"No!" Mingi suddenly caught your hand before you could remove it from his hip, grip surprisingly tight considering the tremors in his arm. "Please, please don't leave, I don't want to- I can't- I'm scared."

You quickly put your hand back on his hip, holding him securely while you lay back down. Even if Mingi's frantic behavior gave you an idea of what might be happening, it didn't ease your inner panic whatsoever. "Okay, okay, I'm sorry. I'm right here, alright? It will pass soon, don't worry."

Mingi just weakly nodded in return, clearly unconvinced. His breaths slowed down just a bit but grew that much deeper in turn. "Y/N, I-" his voice cut off as he choked on something between a gag and a sob, making him heave even more. "I can't breathe."

Despite the fear in his statement, Mingi's words further confirmed your suspicions.

"Honey, are you having a panic attack?" You asked softly, watching his body exhaust itself with more labored breaths. The sight pained you, but you knew you couldn't give in to your own panic right now. You had to be here for your lover.

"I don't know," Mingi whimpered, bracing himself as another wave of nausea hit him, "maybe?"

Okay, you should be able to work with that. Hopefully.

You moved to lie right against him, chest pressing into his back. The hand on his hip traveled upward, resting against his waist and stomach. Like this, your fingers felt every rise and fall of his chest, keeping track without putting too much pressure on his ribcage.

"Try to breathe with me, love," you whispered into his neck, pressing a chaste kiss to the skin. "I know it feels like you're suffocating, but you'll be okay, trust me."

Despite his inner doubts, Mingi replied with the tiniest "Okay". The room fell silent again, save for your slow, calm breaths and Mingi's hard, tight ones. For the first minute or two, Mingi couldn't match you for the life of him. Every time he tried to slow down, he felt like he was going to pass out, throw up, or both. Only after you spoke up again, whispering small words of love and encouragement, did his breathing finally start to calm down.

"There you go," you cooed in his ear. "I'm so proud of you, baby, keep going."

Mingi's heart warmed at your praise, easing the nauseous anxiety churning within. The feeling that he was going to throw up began subsiding, along with the tightness in his lungs.

"Thank you," he muttered a few moments later, relaxing into the mattress. At last, the worst of it seemed to be over, easing his panic about possibly dying.

"There's nothing to thank me for," you replied softly, snuggling further into his back now that he was less likely to be uncomfortable by your touch. "How are you feeling?"

He hummed to himself as he assessed his state, grabbing your hand on his waist to fully wrap it around his middle. "Definitely a lot better. It's still a bit hard to breathe but it's going away, I think."

"Good," you sighed into his neck. "I'm sorry you had to go through that in the first place, though. Waking up to a panic attack is anything but pleasant, but you did really well."

"...You really think it was a panic attack?" Mingi questioned, turning around to look at you. "I mean, it would certainly be one of the better reasons for why this all happened, but still... What is there to panic over in one's sleep?"

You chuckled at his question, squeezing him tighter in your hold. "I don't know, babe. You have been pretty stressed lately, so maybe something in your dreams triggered it, who knows. I'm just glad you got through it."

"That makes two of us," Mingi agreed absent-mindedly, too focused on the bright moon outside. "Not gonna lie though, I'm kinda afraid to fall asleep again after this."

The tone of his voice and the small chuckle told you it was supposed to be a joke, but you knew better than that. Despite the tough-guy persona your boyfriend often liked to put on, deep down, he was just as sensitive as everyone else, if not more.

"Don't worry, love," you consoled him, nuzzling your nose against his shoulder. "I'm sure everything will be fine now. And even if not, I'm right here to calm you down again. I've got you, always."

Mingi didn't respond for a while, too busy fighting the tears suddenly springing to his eyes. How did those few words from you bring him so much comfort? And what did he do to deserve such a beautiful, loving person by his side?

Mingi didn't know and didn't dare ask. All he needed to know right now was that you were here - with him, for him.

Please, don't hesitate to reblog or comment!! Any kind of feedback is much appreciated!! <333

[babyflorencee]

Little Spoon

Harry Styles x fem!Reader

The bedroom is bathed in a soft golden light, the kind that makes everything look honeyed and surreal, like a memory you don’t ever want to forget. The window is cracked open just enough for the summer night breeze to slip through, carrying the scent of jasmine and the distant hum of passing cars. The sheets smell like vanilla and clean linen, and Harry—faint traces of cologne, whiskey, and something sweet from the fruity drinks he kept stealing from Y/n at the party.

Harry's sprawled across the bed, limbs tangled in the sheets, his dark curls a mess against the pillows. His cheeks are flushed, eyes glassy, and his smile—wide and lazy—hasn’t left his face since they got home. Harry giggles, out of nowhere, shaking his head against the pillow.

“What’s so funny?” Y/n asks, still standing by the bathroom sink, brushing her hair.

“You,” Harry sighs dramatically, turning on his side to face Y/n. “You’re so far away, and I dunno why. Why are you over there?”

“I’m just getting ready for bed.”

“Don’t care,” he pouts. “Need you here.”

Harry flops back onto his back, letting out an exaggerated sigh, as he throws an arm dramatically over his eyes. “It feels like it's been forever. You’re taking forever. I'm so lonely in this big, cold bed without you. I'm practically wasting away from loneliness.”

Y/n rolls her eyes with a smirk, setting her brush down. “It's been like five minutes.”

“Feels like hours,” he mumbles dramatically, rolling onto his stomach, his face half-buried in the pillow. “Missed you so much. ‘S not fair. I’m all alone. So cold, and so lonely. I might not make it.”

Y/n laughs softly, taking her time as she applies lotion to her legs. “You’re so dramatic.”

“M’not,” he whines. “You don’t even care about me.”

Y/n peeks at Harry through the mirror and finds him pouting, arms crossed over the pillow. He wiggles closer to her side of the bed, reaching a hand out, fingers stretching toward her. “Come back. Please? You’ve been gone for, like… like… years.”

“Have not.”

“You have.” Harry groans, flopping onto his back. “I could die. Right here. In this bed. Just… perish.”

Y/n laughs, shaking her head. “Wow. What a tragic ending.”

“Mmhm,” he hums, voice muffled against the pillow. Then he gasps dramatically, eyes wide. “Baby. Babe. What if I die and you can never kiss me again?”

“Oh my god,” she snorts.

“No, really! That would be so sad. Like, Romeo and Juliet sad. Like, the saddest thing ever.” His bottom lip trembles, but it’s exaggerated, too much to be real.

Y/n bites her lip, suppressing a smile. “I’m pretty sure you’re not dying.”

“Can’t be too sure,” he whispers, eyes fluttering shut. “Only one way to save me.”

“And what’s that?”

“A kiss,” he whispers dramatically, peeking at her through his lashes. “Just one. To revive me.”

Y/n crosses her arms. “So you’re sleeping beauty now?”

Harry grins, goofy and wide. “Yeah. I'm the prince, and I need a kiss, princess.”

Y/n shakes her head, pretending to ignore him as she moves on to moisturizing her arms.

Harry gasps, offended. “Wow, you’re just heartless.”

“Am not.”

“You are.” He shifts, pulling the blankets up to his chin. “I’m just a poor boy. Cold and alone. With no kisses and no one to love.”

Y/n gives him a pointed look. “You are so drunk.”

“No, m’not,” he giggles. “I’m just wanting some love”

“That’s for sure.”

“I know you like it,” Harry says smugly, his voice slurring slightly.

Y/n doesn’t answer right away, just smirks and turns back to the mirror.

Harry lets out a groan. “Why are you still over there? What could possibly be more important than loving me?”

“My skincare.”

Harry gasps again. “Skincare over Harry?”

“Yes.”

“You wound me,” he mutters, pressing a hand to his chest like he’s been shot. “M'gonna cry.”

“No, you’re not.”

“I might.”

Y/n rolls her eyes but takes her time finishing up. Harry watches her the entire time, big green eyes sleepy and lovesick, his smile dopey. When Y/n finally turns off the bathroom light and crawls into bed, Harry immediately latches onto her, pulling her into his arms.

But then, as quickly as he moves, he stops. Stiffens. Shies away.

Y/n raises a brow. “What's wrong?”

Harry buries his face in the pillow. “Nothin’.”

She leans in, brushing a hand through his curls. “What is it?”

Harry mumbles again, but it’s completely inaudible.

Y/n smirks, leaning in to whisper in his ear. “I didn’t catch that.”

Harry groans, dragging the pillow over his head. “S’Nothin’. Now leave me alone and go to sleep.”

“No, tell me.”

“No.”

“Tell me, or I’ll go back to the bathroom.”

Harry gasps, horrified. “You wouldn’t.”

Y/n moves like she’s about to get up. Causing Harry to panic, grabbing onto her arm. “Wait! Wait, okay! Just—stay. Please.”

Y/n smirks, victorious. “Then tell me.”

Harry lets out a heavy sigh, and then, in the softest voice, he murmurs, “I wanna be the little spoon tonight.”

Y/n's heart clenches. She lets out a wide smile, tucking her arms around his waist and pressing a lingering kiss to the nape of his neck. “You’re so cute.”

Harry groans, his face burning, but he still melts into her embrace, his fingers curling over hers, pulling her closer. “M’not cute.”

Y/n presses another kiss to his cheek, letting her lips linger. “The cutest.”

“No, take it back,” he whines, voice muffled as he buries his face deeper into the pillow.

“Nope.”

Harry groans again but doesn’t pull away. If anything, he pushes back against her body, fitting as perfectly into her arms as he could, causing the heat of his body to settle against hers, as if he were made for this. Harry exhales deeply and contently, as his fingers traced absentminded shapes against her forearm.

The city outside hums, as the breeze whispers through the curtains. Harry mumbles something that sounds like “I love you” but Y/n doesn’t ask him to repeat it. She just smiles, pressing one last kiss to his curls before they both drift into sleep, tangled together in the quiet hum of the night.

But then Harry wiggles again, turning in her arms just enough to face her, his eyes fluttering open with a drowsy smile. “Hi,” he whispers.

“Hey,” she whispers back, brushing some of his curls out of his eyes.

“I’m so happy right now,” Harry murmurs, pressing his forehead against hers. “You’re so warm. And you smell so good, too.”

Y/n laughs softly. “You’re so drunk.”

“Mmm, maybe,” Harry giggles, tightening his arms around her. “But I still mean it. I love you. Like… so much. And I wanna stay like this forever.”

Y/n feels her heart swell, warmth spreading through her chest. She cups his face, pressing a kiss to his cheek, then his forehead, then his nose.

Harry giggles, scrunching it up. “That tickles.”

Y/n grins, pressing another kiss to his lips. “You’re adorable.”

“Stop,” Harry whines, hiding his face into her neck but still laughing. “I’m supposed to be, like, cool or whatever.”

Y/n runs her fingers through his curls, pressing one more kiss to his nose. “You’re perfect.”

He hums, his grip on her tightening, voice soft and dreamy. “M'gonna marry you someday.”

Y/n smiles against his skin, her own cheeks heating. “Yeah?”

“Mhm,” he sighs. “Best idea I’ve ever had.”

She laughs, hugging him closer. “I think so too.”

And with that, Harry finally drifts off, the happiest, most content little spoon in the world.

[schemmentisimpasours]

That Time: Headcanons

Summary: I'm dying of fucking cramps and I needed a little self comfort on what my comfort characters would do to help take care of you during that time of the month.

I kinda like this. Might do more of these

Warnings: Talks of menstruation, blood, mood swings

Characters: Olivia Benson, Ayanna Bell, Melissa Schemmenti, Ava Coleman, Alex Blake, Tara Lewis, Athena Grant, Chessy

Fandoms: SVU,Organized Crime, Abbott Elementary, Criminal Minds, 9-1-1, The Parent Trap

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Olivia Benson

Calls Fin and takes a work from home day whenever she can. Stays in bed with you while you are in and out of sleep rubbing your back between signing paperwork. Wakes you up occasionally to keep you hydrated and eating.Uses essential oils to rub into your sore back and your hips. Keeps a candle lit because you swear that you smell and it calms down your anxiety over it. Makes you stay in bed preparing comfort food for you all day. Fills the bath tub full of bubbles and stress relief bath salts to soothe your aching muscles. Reads you your favorite book while playing with your hair till you fall asleep in her lap.

Ayanna Bell

Has Sloot rework all your social media so you only see happy videos and blocks all news. Keeps ginger ale and soup on standby because without fail you get sick every time. Forces Stabler to run errands and bring you lunch from your favorite deli with an extra large slurpee.Uses various pressure points to relieve pain in your neck and shoulders. Sets up 3 large fans in the bedroom to help cool you down even if it means wearing hoodies all day. Watched youtube videos to learn how to give you a deep tissue massage. Let's you fall asleep like a starfish across the bed just happy you are comfortable.

Melissa Schemmenti

Frets over you every time because she knows you are in a lot more pain than you let anyone know. Is constantly checking in on you keeping you hydrated and medicated with pain meds on rotation. Barks at anyone who so much as raises their voice at you. Gently guides you away from annoying coworkers before you rip their head off. Holds your hand until the cramps pass. Bakes homemade cookies and cannolis. Keeps the house extra cold for when you overheat. Has blankets and her hoodies on standby (you refuse anything that doesn't smell like her) for the moments you start to shiver. Tucks you in bed (in light cotton sheets so you don't sweat)and reads to you (occasionally throwing in snippets of Italian) till you fall asleep curled around her with your head lying on her chest. She refuses to move for the rest of the night.

Ava Coleman

Makes you take the day off and it is non negotiable.If they are short subs steps in unwillingly to help for the day so you can stay home. Marks the days on her calendar with a bright X to prepare for what she calls her "baby's doomsday". When she can she stays home with you making the same tea her grandma made her growing up. Forces Gregory to be her personal Uber Eats for all your cravings. Orders your favorite Chinese food to eat on the couch while you watch sad movies. Cries over the sad movies because you are crying and she hates seeing you in pain. Covers the bed in black silk sheets to keep you cool and cover up anything so you never have to worry. Rubs your back as you hug her like a koala bear until you fall asleep. She won't admit it but having you so needy and clingy is her favorite thing.

Alex Blake

Constantly tracking your symptoms and flow to check for abnormalities. Keeps a calendar in her purse to prepare for the day especially when she knows cases are extra heavy. Always keeps heating pad patches for you. Makes you hot tea with lemon but keeps other caffeine in her bags. Has a random assortment of snacks that you steal from her often. When the cramps are bad she holds you until they pass. Since you are constantly on the go she keeps a handful of comfort items tucked in her go bag. Packs an extra hoodie for you to curl up on at night. Pulls strings so on cases you have the hotel room together so she can hold you while you fall asleep. Breaks down the mean of complex words to lull you into sleep when you struggle to push past the pain.

Tara Lewis

Has extra pads and underwear packed in her go bag because she knows that you always forget. Often is the one reminding you that your period is coming when she notices a shift in your demeanor.Holds your hand wherever you go so you can squeeze it if you are in pain. Or to pull you away from someone before you snap at them. Is feeding you bits of chocolate and pretzel randomly throughout the day. Holds you in the back of cars or the bathroom when you burst into tears randomly. Kisses your forehead whenever she can and reminds you constantly how proud of you she is. Waits for you to tell her when you need pain medicine but if you wait too long will give you gentle prodding. Falls asleep rubbing your back.

Athena Grant

Is calling to check on you every hour on the hour. And reminds you to take meds regularly with a slight threat if you don't listen. Driving to check on you at work or home in between calls. Doordashes you lunch and chocolate covered strawberries. Comes home early if she can to set up a huge movie night. Drags in the TV from the living room. Creates a cocoon of blankets and pillows with fans on full blast. Holds you while you cry after you insist on watching Bolt. Even considers getting you a dog at some point. Will fall asleep curled around you so she can sense any sign of distress during the night.

Chessy Always one to be a caregiver, Chessy immediately steps in to care for you. She has a calendar to track the days so she has all the essentials prepared. Has sheets on standby and will clean up the bed before you get self conscious if it comes a day or two early. Chocolate is stuffed in all the cupboards in different varieties. There are various forms of heating pads including one shaped like a shark. When the cramps are bad she holds you rubbing your back gently. She lets you complain reassuring you that you are going to be okay with small kisses on your forehead. She draws up a bath for you and sits on the side of the tub reading a book to you. Will let you lay on top of her to sleep because it's the only way you feel comfortable.

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[callmezayka]

Simon Riley x BPD!Reader

Fighting in a relationship is always bad, but being who you are? Oh, it was hell.

Especially when you were the wrong one.

The stress from work had your mood swings to intensify, but getting oddly stable when it came to anger. You were constantly pissed for the past few days, and you didn’t even remember it, your brain working almost on autopilot for all these days.

But Simon remembered. Every. Little. Thing. And he had reached his limit.

You barely got time to ask him what was wrong before he started throwing everything you said right at your face, and the way his eyes glazed ever so slightly had you almost on your knees instantly, because you knew you were wrong. You had hurt him, and it broke you.

And you couldn’t even apologize, since he made it crystal clear that he didn’t want to hear your voice. He didn’t want to talk to you, so pissed he was. And you didn’t know what to do.

You couldn’t even cry, since he said with all the letters that you cried all the time, that it felt like you were using it to manipulate him. God, your heart was torn apart.

Hiding into your office, you waited for him to go to the bed so you could crash on the couch, not sure if he would want to sleep by your side or not, so you just took a spare pillow and laid on the couch, heart heavy and throat tight, spiraling into thoughts of self hatred and guilt, letting your demons eat you alive, reviving each one of his words again and again and again until you passed out from exhaustion.

You expected him to talk to you in the morning, to wake you up and tell you to go to bed before he got to work, but no. You woke up alone, with the sound of your alarm, the house completely silent.

He had left already, and still didn’t talk to you.

You tried following your day, putting on a composed face to the kids you take care of at the daycare you work on, but deep inside every second without a word from him felt like a piece of your soul was being ripped, a piece of you dying at each guilty thought.

You wanted to scream, brak something, drink until you passed out, hurt yourself… You had no healthy way to cope with it, to deal with how shitty you felt from hurting the man you loved so dearly. You just hoped he would speak to you when he got home.

He didn’t.

And you broke.

Shutting down completely, you made dinner but refused to eat. You sat by his side on the couch, with enough distance between the two of you, but you couldn’t focus on the tv. You were just there, staring at nothing. Spacing out. Dissociating from the cruel reality of what you’ve done. And you stayed like that for hours, without muttering a single word, without moving a muscle.

And he noticed.

Of course he did, Simon noticed everything.

And it tore at his soul. He hated seeing you like that, doesn’t matter how pissed he was, he just hated seeing you so desperate, so broke, And for something he had already forgiven you for, he just didn’t know how to start a conversation because communications wasn’t his biggest strength, but when he saw you like that, he decided it was enough. His birdie didn’t deserve it, he knew you never meant any of those awful words, right?

So when he was ready to go to bed, he kneeled in front of you, calling your name a few times until your gaze focused on him, tears already gleaming in your eyes.

–Let’s go to bed, baby, yeah?

He said softly, and it was enough to make you break down, hugging him like a lifeline as sobs ripped through your chests in a tidal wave of apologies. He held you tightly, reassuring you that it was okay, he knew you didn’t mean it, he still loved you and that he was fine.

That night, you two slept glued to each other, him fearing you to break down again, you fearing him to get mad at you again, but both just simply happy to be close to each other. To be together.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦. 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

A bit self inspired bc I'm bpd, fought with my bf bc my brain is fucked up and I'm currently wanting to di3? Yes. But at least writer's block is out!

[webslingingslasher]

I'm dying for there to be a fic where the reader is Stark's daughter and tells Peter that he has to watch her, Peter does it and the more he does it the more they connect the two and end up dating in secret, but one day reader discovers it and then angs to fluff??? Would you do it, i love how you write yes and thank you

*cleaning out my inbox/drafts* this is an old one but i loved it so much mcu peter HAD to make a comeback for this. // a little different than what you asked.

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you're livid and peter's scared.

your dad had shared a new piece of information in passing but it brought everything crumbling down. peter, your boyfriend, wasn't who you thought he was.

the person you thought was honest and gentle was really just a lying snake. he can wear manipulation well. even now, with wide eyes and a panicked grin you can't picture him hurting you like this. but you can feel it.

'hi, baby.' he knows you're mad, he's trying to approach this calmly.

'you're a fucking liar.' you just brought everything down to a negative level, peter feels his shoulders slump. he doesn't know what he did or how he lied. 'i'm sorry.' whatever he did caused venom to be directed his way and he doesn't like it at all.

'no you're not. you're a filthy, lying scumbag.' he's not trying to invalidate your feelings, but you're being really fucking mean to him and he really doesn't like this treatment from you. he's never been so hurt in his life, the person he loved with everything in him, can't get enough insults out their mouth.

'why are you talking to me like this?' he sounds pitiful and for a moment your heart breaks for him, you know how much you're hurting him right now but he broke your trust.

'my dad told me. i can't believe i fell for your bullshit, or was it all him? you're just some little drone for my daddy?' it was a blur of sarcasm and betrayal, and peter truly has no idea what he's done.

'what did i do? please tell me what i did.' he's pleading, he'd do anything to make it right. you scoff, everything seems so fake.

'my dad planted you into my life and you wormed your way into being my boyfriend.'

peter freezes, his stiff shoulders are your answer. 'it's true?' your voice cracked, the deception has your insides curling. you thought peter would deny it and kiss you a hundred times and tell you he wasn't that type of guy.

but he is and he did it.

'peter, it's true?' why do you want to cry? you were the one that was swindled. it hurts because you trusted him, it hurts because you thought he loved you just as much as you did him.

there's a new feeling, it's rage. you shared so much of yourself with him for nothing, you wasted time on him. you move on your own accord and you push your weight into his shoulders, trying to throw him back, it's useless. he doesn't even budge, but he still lets you try with everything in you.

'you're piece of shit! i... i fucking hate you!' the word has tears pricking your eyes. peter felt his entire heart shatter, he thinks you just told him the worst thing he's ever heard.

'i fucking loved you, peter. you were my everything. i loved you with everything in me, and it was all built on a giant lie. why would you do that to me?'

loved, loved, loved, loved.

peter goes numb, there's nothing to fight for, you didn't love him anymore. you push on his chest, he feels nothing, he moves with your motion. 'fucking say something!'

he blinks, he says the first thing on his mind. the only thing on his mind. 'i love you.' it enrages you even further, does he think it's a joke? 'fuck you, peter.' and with that, you turn to leave his room, his house, him.

peter might've messed up but he can't let you leave without trying to save this. he knows he fucked up. 'wait! don't leave yet, just let me explain it, okay? then you can go back to hating me.' the ending sentence felt like battery acid on his tongue.

you stand still. you’ve been hurt by him but you still love him no matter what you say, and that feels like a kick in the chest to yourself. if he can, you'll let him try and dig himself out of this hole.

'this, what we have, it's real. everything i did as your boyfriend was real. i love you with everything in me, you know i do.' you don't look like you believe it, it looks like you think he's just telling you what you want to hear.

'your dad...' peter doesn't know how he got here, he didn't expect it all to come out. 'look, i've always liked you, okay? you know that, we've talked about how when i first met you i was head over heels for you. your dad knew that too and he hated it. but then you were all sad about your friend so he suggested i just... befriend you.'

'suggested or told?' peter swallows hard, this is tricky even for him. 'i don't know. i just had the opportunity to talk to you and i took it. all your dad did was give me an in, that's it. everything else was all me, i promise.'

you sigh heavily, it sounds like something your dad would do. 'then why wouldn't you tell me this when we started dating?' peter gestures to you and all your fury. 'i didn't want this to happen. i didn't want you to doubt me. us. i didn't want you to doubt us.'

'so he told you to be my friend. nothing else?' peter winces, there's more to it and you're not sure if you want to hear it. 'okay, maybe he said to keep an eye out for you.' your face drops, peter's quick to keep talking. 'but i heard that as befriend! how could i keep you safe if we're not friends, right?'

it's not working, you seem more sad than mad now and peter prefers your anger. 'and when he saw how happy you were with me it changed and he gave me the go ahead to ask you out.' you'll bite your tongue on that one, you know it's because peter's a stickler for a father's blessing.

'when did he back out of the picture, peter?' the question un-eases him, and you have a feeling you know why. you pray it's not what you think, but it is.

'a couple months into dating.' peter jumps to continue, 'he never told me to date you, he just said it was a good thing and he was happy i was keeping you busy and making you happy. he gave me a little money for dates, but that's it, i swear.'

peter was taking money from him?

'so, while i was falling in love with you, my dad was paying you off? nice, peter. that's a real nice guy act.'

peter knows how it sounds, that's why he felt like he couldn't spit it out. the more time went on, the less he felt the need to share. 'that's not what it was, all he wanted was for me to be your friend, i promise. i'm the one that went a step further, i'm the one that wanted to be your boyfriend.'

you roll your eyes, how dumb does he think you are? 'of course you wanted to be my boyfriend, you were getting paid.' you couldn't be further from the truth, peter felt bad taking his money but it was to keep you happy and that's all he ever wanted to do.

he's failing pretty hard right now.

'no, that's not what it was. i was the one that planned everything, everything we built was because of me.'

'right. and he was just sponsoring it?'

peter's never fought harder for anything in his life. you were on the line. 'he pulled out when it started to get real. he said it was on me to take care of you and i did. i have been. i'm not lying, your dad might have put you into my life but every single part of me loving you was real and all me.'

you want to believe him. you want him to be telling the truth. and maybe if it all started because your dad wanted him to look out for you, you could look past it. but for him to double down and start taking money when you were calling him boyfriend makes you feel sick.

peter knows it's not working. 'baby, please-' you cut him off, 'don't you dare call me that, we're done. it's over. hope it was worth it.'

panic fills him, he suddenly feels hot. for a second peter sees black dots, he swears he's about to pass out. 'no, no, no. don't do this, don't do this to me.'

how did peter go from trying to salvage it to ruining it beyond repair?

your arms cross over your chest, it's a way to guard your hurting heart. it's not fair. you gave him so much of yourself just to learn it was all built on a lie, you can't choose between breaking out into a sob or wanting to punch his face.

'i really loved you, peter.'

'you still do. i know you do. you can't just stop loving me out of nowhere. i know i hurt you and i know i broke your trust but you can't stop loving me.'

you feel empty inside. peter was right, he hurt you. he hurt you big time. 'i'm going to try.' you can see how wet his eyes are, if he drops a single tear you'll go back on every word of yours. you have to leave and stand up for yourself because if you don't it'll be proof that he can treat you however he wants.

'please don't do this. i'll do anything, i'll... i'll...' he's drawing blanks, for the first time ever peter doesn't know how to fix anything. 'please don't leave me. i'll be better, i'll be who you need. i love you so much, please don't do this to me.' peter's grasping at straws and you feel your chest rattle when you tell him you're leaving.

peter drops to his knees, he's begging. 'i'm sorry, i'm so so sorry. i should've told you when we first started dating- no! i should've never done it, i should've told your dad to... to fuck off and, and, i'm so sorry! please don't break up with me, please.'

you've lost all edge, you feel just as broken.

'goodbye, peter.'

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it's been three days of reckoning and you're in a terrible mood. the blame has shifted, after you dumped peter and returned home to your bed you thought long and hard about it and realized that peter would've never done it if your dad didn't get involved.

if your dad didn't drop peter in as an informant, you wouldn't be here. if your dad didn't tell peter to buddy up with you, he'd still be your boyfriend.

you don't hate peter anymore, you're just sad. instead, you hate your dad. you hate how he ruined everything you had and ruined all your trust in him. you've refused to speak to him for three days, this morning he had enough of it when you slammed your door in his face.

he promptly allowed himself in and looked around your disheveled room, he knows something's wrong. 'woah. easy on, teen angst. talk to your dad, what's going on?'

you pretend he's not in the room with you. 'is something wrong? do you want me to call your boyfriend?' of course he wants peter over, he wants him to spy on you so your dad can corner him and sweat him out until peter spills.

you know how peter is and your dad took advantage of that.

'i broke up with peter. leave me alone.' there's a ring of silence, your dad is in shock. it would explain the sudden excuses on why peter can't come over, it would also explain your sour attitude.

'why would you do that?' because of him. because your dad had to get involved in your love life. 'because of you. you planted him in my life and paid him off to date me. i hate you.'

'is that what he told you?'

you don't know why you're talking to him. 'basically.' your dad sighs and sits on the edge of your bed, you resist the burning urge to kick his back.

'is this about what i said the other day? honey, i didn't ask him to date you and i didn't pay him off. i paid him when he helped me redo the lab. he must've gotten confused on the reasoning.'

you think about it. the lab was renovated right around the time you started dating and was finished right around when you became official. and peter did the brunt of heavy lifting and furniture shifting. he even had to reschedule a date because he was going to stay up all night to wrap up all the cords and label them to keep track.

'and for what it's worth, the kid's always liked you. i saw it on his face the second you shook his hand and i told him absolutely not. but the more i thought about it the more i thought why not?'

you're not saying anything but you're holding on to every word he says. 'i got tired of you moping around the place because of that brat you called a friend so i suggested he keep an eye out for you and be a friend if you needed one. honey, i knew what i was doing. i knew what was going to happen.'

peter left a lot of this out. a lot.

'he said you told him it was his job to take care of me now.' your dad laughs. 'yeah, i did. when he came to me shaking and halfway begging to let him be your boyfriend, i told him that he would have to grow a pair and take care of you.'

your dad turns and gives you a light smile, he pats your leg over the blanket. 'i don't think any part of it was a lie, kiddo. i just gave him the greenlight to do what he wanted to do the second he met you.'

tears sting your eyes, you think about how crushed peter looked. you imagine the tear in his heart was far greater than yours. you heard something and made your own assumption and peter can't back himself to save his life so you walked away from it entirely.

you were so mean to him. you belittled him and did the worst possible thing you could do. you told him you hated him. you blink fast to clear your eyes, tears start falling instead. you've been so mad you haven't been able to process what you did but it's hitting now and you feel broken.

'i told him i hated him. i've never said that to him, he was so sad. i was so mean to him, dad. i was calling him names and...' your breath catches, you feel like your throat’s closing up. 'i think i broke his heart.'

you curl up, you want to be left alone, you want to punish yourself. instead your dad tells you to 'get your sorry ass up and go apologize to your boyfriend.' it's a very short pity party.

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you rushed his front door. you felt like the longer you waited the closer your window closed. you stupidly blocked his number so now you're unaware if he's tried to reach out at all. you're knocking so hard your knuckles hurt.

'oh my good-' you push past may. it's incredibly rude and you'll have to add her to your apology train but the first and most important stop is peter.

'where's-'

peter steps out from his room, he looks at you cautiously and doesn't get halfway through your name before you're running to him and wrapping your arms around his neck and pressing yourself against him. it's a full bodied hug.

'i'm so sorry and i love you. i love you so so much, i love everything about you. i love your voice in the morning, i love how you always give me an extra kiss at night to repel bed bug bites, i love how you never give me shit when i don't bring a jacket to the movies even though i'm gonna steal yours because i always get cold. i love how you always make me a bowl of cereal after we-'

'may.'

'-watch a movie. i love how you grew your hair out because i asked you. i love how you always ask to kiss me first. i love how you love me.' you squeeze him tighter.

'i told you i hated you and that couldn't be further from the truth. i love you so much and i was so mean to you and i just don't want you to think i hate you. i could never hate you, peter. i should've never said that, i can love you and be mad at you at the same time.'

peter quietly shushes you, it settles the bubble of anxiety in your chest. he's calming you down, he's doing what he always does when you're inches away from a panic attack. peter gently pulls at your hands around his neck to move them to his waist, it's instantly more comfortable, you're able to bury yourself into him.

'i don't want to be broken up anymore.' your voice cracks, you don't know what you'll do if he says no. you're spiraling, the consequences of your actions are falling into place. you're going to lose him.

peter pulls you back into reality. he always knows when you're too far gone, you can't imagine life without him anymore. 'calm down for a second, okay? i'm not going anywhere. i'm right here.' he turns his head back to his room, may's doing that thing where she pretends she doesn't see or hear what's going on but she's actually holding on to every word.

'wanna go lay down?' you nod fast and pull away to tug him into his own room, peter swears he sees a frown on his aunt's face. the second he shuts his door you start in on round two, you stop when he cups your face and softly shushes you again.

'please stop panicking.'

'i'll panic until you take me back. i should've never broken up with you, peter. i was yelling at my dad and then he told me what actually happened and we were both wrong and now you hate me.'

peter's eyes are shining, he's getting a little amusement from your distress and you allow it. it's the least you could give him after breaking him down into nothing.

'i told you to stop blocking me when you get mad at me.' you want to hit yourself in the face, you knew you missed out on something. 'never again, i promise. i can't do this again, peter. if i'm about to have a panic attack over something that's a non-issue i'll hate myself forever.'

'you really want to hate someone, don't you?' you seal your mouth closed. he's right, you've been saying it too much. even if he said it with a tilt in his voice you take it seriously.

'since someone is a little reactionary, i'll show you my phone.' peter paws at his back pocket before you have his phone in your hands, sure enough there's five missed messages.

the first one was an hour after you dumped him.

'upon further consideration, i reject our break up. you promised me that you'd never break up with me in the heat of an argument. not after the charity auction thing.'

'therefore, we are not broken up until you come over and do it at a later time.'

'love- your boyfriend <3'

'ps. even though you blocked me, i know you don't hate me.'

'you're just mad and you're soooo gonna regret that later.'

peter's right, you do regret it. your eyes are glossy when you reread the texts over and over, even at your worst he loves you. 'so, you're still my boyfriend?'

soft pokes are placed at your sides, you squirm with his touch. 'duh. i just stayed away until you figured it out.' you pout at him, your attack deemed unjustified.

'he wasn't paying you to take me on dates. he was paying you for renovating the lab. that's why the payments stopped after we started dating.'

peter never took money from your dad and your dad never employed peter. he nods slowly. 'oh, yeah, that would make a lot of sense.' you reach forward for another hug and speak into his chest.

'i'm sorry for being mean and trying to break up with you.'

'it's okay, baby.' you melt at a kiss on your hairline. 'you didn't mean it.'

'i promise i didn't.' you feel like a dog with a tail between their legs, there's not enough ways to say how sorry you are. 'i love you, petey.'

another kiss. 'i love you, too.'

he feels so warm, he feels like home. for the first time in three days you feel comfortable, you press into your boyfriend and he doesn't budge. you love how sturdy he is, you love how you can nearly hurt him with your love.

you squeeze him hard, using all your force and almost shaking you're holding him to you so tightly. when you start limiting his breathing, peter pushes down on your elbows.

'you're about to cuteness aggression me to death.'

'i love you.' you can't say it enough.

peter laughs, 'i love you.'

'no,' you peer up at him, it's been days since you kissed him. 'i really love you.' it's whispered, peter's lips twitch at your blown pupils. you almost purr when he cups your face. 'i know you do.'

peter knows that look. he's the one that created it. 'do you want me to-'

'yes.' you waste no time, pushing up and attacking his mouth with your own. you don't know why it's so harsh, you don't know why you're desperate to swallow him and show him how much you missed him, how much you need him. you want to prove how sorry you are.

'lock your door.' peter's eyes sparkle, that means one thing. he takes off so fast his socks slip on his floor and he catches himself on the wall, his lock flicked in seconds.

peter tugs at the back of his shirt, 'naked kisses?' you bite your lip and nod, 'i could go for a bowl of cereal.' 

[stemmingspark]

C/W: Rape, impact, mention of piss (no actual piss) (sozzles to all my regular cuckquean readers <3)

You've always known not to visit dark, scary places, especially not alone. But this time, you're going with me. You can trust me, right? Your best friend in the whole world. You know I'd keep you safe.

So we venture into the forest, our own little adventure. Perhaps, we joke, we might find some treasure or a holy sword. The journey is filled with a mix of loud conversation, excited laughter, and comfortable silences. Just like any good friendship.

We see interesting-looking trees and skittish forest animals dancing across moss and stones, sending flakes of dead wood down overhead. We find a small stream trickling through the forest, quietly carving its own path, and eventually find a large, dry rock to sit on, sharing a couple snacks we carried while we chat.

Before you realise it, the sun begins to set. Perhaps we should have set back half an hour ago, you worry. You catch my eye and your worries are quelled. I'm here. I'd make sure you get home in one piece.

Of course I would.

Because I love you so much. I tell you that I've always had a crush on you. That every night I scroll through your instagram account and stroke my cock to you, because I love you. Because I think your perfect tits might not be as big as our friends but they're all I want. That I dream about what my cock would look like buried inside you while I bend you over.

You freeze. Perhaps you might feel like throwing up. You might have seen me like a brother. Certainly never someone who'd think all these gross, vile thoughts. If you're smart, you might ask for some time. Perhaps you'd like to sleep on it. "Let's get home first and then I'll give you an answer". Perhaps you'd simply reject me. Thank me for my feelings and tell me I'm not your type.

It wouldn't really matter what you say. I push you down there and then. You struggle against me before finally realising how strong a man can be. "Stop, please stop, this isn't you." You say, as if you truly know me.

If you truly knew what I thought of you, you wouldn't even be here in the first place. If you knew that I've wanted to jerk off over your face while you gargle on my nutsack for years now, you would have ghosted me. If you knew that I wanted to turn you into my pretty little punching bag or a filthy, little urinal, you would have blocked me.

But you don't know me. That's why I'm raping you now. That's why I can tear off your top and laugh at and spit on your pretty, fuckdoll face as you choke back sobs.

The setting sun cuts through the treetops and casts a dying beam of light across my face. Slowly, like your hope, that too dies, and in the darkness your strength leaves you. You surrender to my violent hands.

"It's okay, baby, just accept it," I whisper against you, as I maul at your pretty tits. "Accept that no one will want you more than me. Ever." As you cry and try to bite me. Darkness flashes, followed by a streak of pain. "Stop making me hurt you. I love you." I say, as I look sadly at my closed fist. "Don't make me punch you again, my love."

You can feel my cock throb against your thigh and you do nothing. There is nothing you can do. I pin you down, a hand against your throat, another flipping up your skirt and roughly playing with your cunt. As if I'm going through the motions. As if we really are a loving couple fucking in the middle of the woods and not a rapist and a victim that trusted him the most out of everyone in the world.

Minutes pass before you feel my cock plunge into your cunt. "That's a good girl. Just take my cock like that. You're doing such a good fucking job. Fuck..."

I groan as you lay there, eyes hollow, clothes torn, dusk dampening any previous screams and any current emotions. You don't realise it yet but I'm traumatising your pretty cunt with my sick, rapist cock. With every thrust and every groan, I'm carving myself into your memory.

I grope at your tits and slap your face, asking you if you like that and taking your numbed silence as confirmation. It doesn't matter. I'd do it anyway. Because I love you.

Finally, years of pent up, intense lust spew out of my cock into you. I slide myself out of you and admire my work. "Do you mind if I use this to wipe my cock?" I ask, as I pick up your hair. No response. Like some used cumrag, I carefully wipe my cock clean before looking at my watch.

"Oh dear, it's getting quite late. Shall we head home?"

[rose-of-the-grave]

The Great War: Chapter 10

Pairing: Mattheo Riddle x Reader

I know this is kind of short but the next chapter is going to be really long and it didn't feel right making it one, even larger chapter. I hope you like it! As always I'm the author (please don't repost <3)

Masterlist. Series Masterlist. Read on Ao3

Warnings: crying, watching the sunset, occamy, almost kiss

Word Count: 1657

Description: On the last night before of winter holidays, Y/N and Mattheo have a talk while watching the sunset.

Taglist: @sylveryfire, @dundunmin, @nicoleeblossom, @whoreforfictionalmen18, @lafrone, @lovemiss-vale

The air was buzzing with anticipation as the handful of students who remained on the grounds counted down the days until their friends and classmates returned. The new year had passed the night before with little celebration. Snow continued to fall, coating the castle and the grounds in a thick white blanket. Anyone who dared to venture outside for some wintery fun was bundled in layers.

Shouts echoed through the air, some fourth year boys throwing snowballs around while chasing each other through the courtyard. From high above Y/N watched over them, a sinking feeling in her stomach. Her friends would be returning soon. This entire break had felt like an escape from everything, including her mission, but now it would be time for the lies to return. She wondered if perhaps it would be better to simply say she had become friends with Pansy again so it didn’t look suspicious whenever she snuck off. That train of thought was quickly cut off by the sound of Dumbledore in her head telling her that it was of the utmost importance that she never tell her friends.

She picked up her quill, dipping it in ink. One of the many assignments over break was due in two days. Most of the homework she had already finished out of pure boredom but she still had a short essay to write on a fantastical creature of her choice. After some deliberation she had chosen to write about an Occamy. They were a serpentine creature that was a cross between a bird and a serpent. Occamies were some of the most beautiful creatures, at least according to the description. They supposedly could grow to fifteen feet long and their eggs were made of pure silver. The lack of information gave some freedom for her essay, allowing her to speculate more than she could have with other creatures.

As the sun descended once more, shadows were cast across the parchment. With a quick lumos the room lit up. After a good fifteen minutes she sighed, setting down her quill. She had written four sentences. Normally she would have put it off until the day before but everyone was returning early in the day tomorrow. Knowing her friends there was a very high chance Ron hadn’t even started any assignments and Harry had barely started.

Despite it all, she pushed off of the table.

The Great Hall was sparsely filled, the Christmas decorations falling short of concealing just how empty it was. The tree itself towered over all who ate there, Professor Flitwick’s ornaments glinting in the firelight while magical snow fell from the ceiling.

Y/N sat at the Slytherin table with Pansy, Mattheo, Theodore, and a handful of seventh years she didn’t really know. Their conversation was lively despite the pauses to eat their dinner. The feasts over holidays were always delicious. The sun’s dying light refracted through the windows of the Great Hall, casting streams of colored light.

“You want to do something after dinner?” Pansy asked, aware that it was the last true day of break.

Y/N took a bite of food, pausing to think for a moment, before saying, “Actually I was thinking I might go up to the Astronomy tower to watch the sunset.”

“Oh, okay.” Her friend nodded, turning her attention to Theodore who sat there quietly, deep in thought, “Theo, are you busy tonight?”

“No?”

“Good, you’re helping me with something.”

The Italian sighed but didn’t protest. Y/N glanced between them before standing up, dinner finished. “See you all later!”

As she began to walk away she missed Pansy shoving Mattheo, pointedly looking at Y/N. He rolled his eyes, “You’re a meddler.”

“You love that about me.” She replied with an impish grin, “And I didn’t hear you complaining earlier.”

The Slytherin boy took her unsubtle hint and jogged to catch up with Y/N.

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Darkness fell over the castle, the last remnants of light slipped below the horizon, casting a shadow over the castle and all who lived there. In a tower, far away from the rest of the castle’s inhabitants, sat two figures whose outline was illuminated by the moon. What had started as an escape from dinner to watch the sunset had led to something else. Something quiet and unassuming yet tangible.

Y/N gazed out across the Great Lawn, seeing nothing but black. She had one knee pulled to her chest, the other dangling into the void. Her companion sat beside her, his feet also dangling over the edge of the stone. Mattheo leaned on the metal railing, his eyes unfocused, searching.

“Do you ever wonder what your life would look like if you weren’t here?”

He glanced over at her. “Hm?”

“Like if you weren’t a wizard and you had no idea any of this existed.”

Mattheo paused before he shook his head. “There’s no point.”

“I think I’d like not being a witch.”

He snorted. “And not be able to do magic? Or play quidditch?”

Y/N laughed, “I’m not saying I wouldn’t miss it. “ She bumped her shoulder against his, the contact leaving her arm tingling despite the cold and their many layers. “But not having to deal with all of this? You know, the war.”

“I’m sorry, there’s a war going on right now? Quick, get your wand out!”

She sighed, “You know what I mean. Everyone is terrified, families are going into hiding.” She gulped, “Sometimes I just want to imagine a world without this.”

Mattheo leaned back onto his elbows, her back turned to his face. “I know what you mean.”

“Yeah, I guess you do.”

They both fell silent. Y/N’s mind was still focused on her parents. She missed them, now more than ever. Every Christmas she would go home and celebrate. Of course she would usually stay with the Weasleys for part of the break but her favorite part of the holidays was making hot cocoa and watching old Christmas movies. She and her mom would bake cookies while dancing to Christmas tunes that her dad would always say were overplayed but still mouthed the words, a grin on his face. Just the three of them, a happy family.

Work at the Ministry always got busy around holidays but they always found time and now she didn’t know when or if she’d see them again. Tears began to gather in the corners of her eyes. Just as one was about to roll down her face she wiped it away, turning to look out at the sky, studiously avoiding Mattheo’s gaze. Her body shook with the force of containing her sobs, her eyes screwed shut as if that would stop the tears from falling. The last thing she needed was to be crying in front of him.

“Hey.” A hand brushed against her back, Mattheo sitting up. “Are you okay?”

Y/N turned further away from him but it was of no use. His hand soothingly rubbed circles on her back, the sensation calming her. She hesitantly turned back around, careful not to make eye contact.

His other hand gently reached up to her cheek, wiping her tears away. “Hey, come here.” He folded her into his side, his arms wrapping around her shoulders as she buried her face in his shoulder. She gasped for air as he softly rubbed up and down her spine. “It’s okay. You’re okay, I’ve got you.” As her breathing eased she slowly realized just how close they were. Her nose was buried into his jacket, the faint scent of leather and what she presumed was cologne were oddly comforting.

His chin rested on top of her head, both arms wrapped tightly around her shivering body. After a few minutes she pushed off of him, wiping at her eyes.

“Sorry about that.”

“Don’t be.”

Y/N finally looked up at him. “Thanks.” She murmured.

He shrugged before leaning back onto his elbow while she distracted herself by gazing up at the sky. With the sun gone the stars had become visible, shining brightly thanks to the lack of industrial activity polluting the sky. She searched among the constellations for the few she was familiar with. Once, when she and Draco were kids he told her all about the different stars and constellations his family was named after. He had been so excited to share what his mother had shown him. A small smile formed on her face at the memory before fading away again.

“It’s so beautiful.” She murmured, eyes tracking the movements of the stars against the backdrop of the night sky.

Mattheo’s voice echoed from behind her, a rough quality to it, “Yes, it is.”

Y/N glanced over her shoulder, his eyes already looking at hers. Her breath caught in her throat at the familiar twinkle in his eyes. The ever present infuriating smirk was replaced by a soft smile. He looked less like a fallen angel and more like a boy she liked. She wasn’t quite sure who moved first but she suddenly was so close to his face that she could see every crinkle by his eyes, the hint of warmth in his brown eyes. The faint scar on his nose bridge, bone white against his skin.

“The stars.”

He leaned in, “Those too.” His hand came to rest on her knee, his body leaning closer to hers. Their lips brushed against each other, light as a butterfly wing. She sucked in a sharp breath, snapping out of it.

“We can’t do this.”

His face turned to stone, every remnant of longing vanishing. “Right, of course.” He pulled away like she had struck him and stood up. Y/N gazed up at him, an apology on her tongue but he turned away, walking away from her. As she watched him leave her on the top of that tower only one thought echoed in her head.

What have I done?

Chapter 11>> (coming soon!)

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[sweetenerobert]

𝐏𝐈𝐄𝐂𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐏𝐔𝐙𝐙𝐋𝐄

DAY THREE OF HAUNTED HOEDOWN

dean winchester x vampire!male reader

genre: vampire au, explicit, minors dni

prompt: vampire au + "i can see how badly you want this, so i'm going to make sure you get it."

summary: trying to remember the last five hours of what happened after your transformation, you suddenly remember having sex with a stranger and you try to retrace your steps

warning: strong language, mention of blood, mention of dying. unprotected P in A, dirty talk, oral (m giving/m receiving), pet names, spanking, choking, creampies

word count: 2.3k

a/n: TWO POSTS IN ONE DAY?? yep! if this seems rushed my apologies.

The night sky cascaded down on you as you were shivering. The night was beautiful, but it was cold as each step you took made everything feel like you were walking closer to death.

Your blue work shirt is coated in your blood — near where your collarbone and shoulder blade rested. Your black and white canvas shoes have drops of blood on them. Tears running down your face had dried up. You hated this feeling — you felt the after-effects of coming back alive after getting your throat ripped out. This process was painstakingly slow. And you were scared — scared that you may never be the same again, scared that you might do something to hurt someone. You needed guidance from someone — anyone could help you forget about the stressful night you had.

You hear a car engine behind you, and you want to hide from the person driving behind you, but you are too weak to even jump into the bushes next to you, so you keep slowly walking. Your emotions wanted to come out; you wanted to cry a river right now. And you didn't understand everything currently, and it freaked you out how bad you wanted to cry.

The car’s engine was slowly creeping behind you, and you snapped your eyes shut, hoping that it would pass you; you didn’t want to be around anyone at this moment. You just wanted to walk — you had no idea where you were going, and you didn’t care as long you were away from everyone.

You slowly opened your eyes and saw the car driving past you, and you exhaled a breath you were holding. But then you felt the wind get knocked out of you as you saw the car approaching you in reverse. Feeling a mix of confusion, sadness, and rage all at once, you wanted to throw up, but you managed to keep yourself calm as the car slowly drove next to you and the passenger window was down.

“Are you okay?”

You glance to your left and see a dirty-blonde-haired man sitting in the driver's seat and glancing at you. You had to admit he was attractive, but you could be near. Your emotions were all over the place, and you didn't want some totally stranger being in the middle of that.

“Um—” You almost jump about how normal your voice sounds. It doesn't sound raspy or gruff, just your normal voice.

“I’m fine, thanks for asking,” You dismissed.

“Are you sure? I mean, I could take you back to my room and make sure you are safe— It’s no —”

“I’m okay, sir. Just a little out of it.” As persistent as this guy was, you didn't want him to be in the middle of this experience; you needed to be alone, not held up in some guy's room.

You suddenly hear his car screech as he stops and gets out, jogging towards you. He steps in front of you, and you halt your walking.

“Let me help — you need it. Whatever you are going through, you shouldn't go through it alone.”

You couldn't tell if the man’s tone was genuine or commanding, but you wanted to cry either way. You nodded your head. “Okay, I’ll go with you.”

The man guides you to his car and opens the passenger door for you. As you slip into the passenger seat, he closes the door. He was walking around the car and returning to his previous position — closing his door and looking at you. You reluctantly smile at him.

“Is that blood on your shirt?”

You glance at your shirt and look back at the man. “It’s mine?” You shrug.

You were in a motel bathroom shower, letting the water hit the top of your head as it dribbled down your body. The sadness you felt eventually disappeared as the drive here calmed you down. You found out what the name was — it was Dean. And that he was looking at his brother — younger brother, and has a love for rock music.

You weren't feeling the sadness, but you were feeling another feeling, and you couldn’t figure out what it was, and it was bugging you a bit.

The hot water weaved around your body almost like a dress made of water, and it was the heat you needed. You were sick and tired of being cold; you miss feeling warm. The soap leaving your body made a creek of bubbles and water. It almost looked majestic in your eyes, and you appreciated how it looked for a second that you were fine, but how you felt wasn't okay.

Turning the faucet off and letting the rest of the water go down the drain, your feet hitting the porcelain tile ceramic flooring as you walk towards the mirror — grabbing a towel and wrapping it around your waist. Bringing your hands towards the mirror, wiping the condensation, and seeing yourself in the mirror, hands on the porcelain sink.

You start to sniffle because of the steam messing with your nose, but you catch the scent of something you’ve never smelled before. You look around the bathroom as you try to find the source of the smell, and you can't seem to see it, but the smell intensifies as you look at the door. Whatever the smell was coming from behind the door.

You open the bathroom door, and the steam above you rises and travels along the ceiling. You see Dean looking at something in his duffle bag. You notice he’s not in the same jacket as before. He’s now wearing a flannel shirt. But with each step toward Dean, the smell becomes more intense and almost deafening in a sense.

Dean hears the floorboards creak behind him, turns around, and sees you in nothing but a towel. “Oh, hey. How was the shower?”

“It was good,” You nod.

“That’s good. I can see you're doing a lot better,” Dean nods.

“Do you smell that?”

“Smell what?”

“I don't know. But It’s almost intoxicating.”

“Huh, I wouldn't know what you're smelling. That’s how I am with pie though,” Dean chuckles.

You crack a smile and walk around Dean, and that's when the smell draws behind you. You turn your head as Dean walks towards the small table in the room.

“It’s you,” You mutter.

“What?” Dean questions.

“The smell — It’s you.”

“I stink?”

“Well, no, You smell intoxicating, and a sense a strong desire from you and — It’s lust.”

“What’s lust?” Dean asks, confused.

“What I’ve been feeling and this stupid smell and — are you horny, Dean?” You ask.

It was like a teenager who hit puberty. Dean looked defensive and scared at the same time. He didn’t know how to answer your question, so he looked at you.

You walked towards him, wanting to hear his answer, but you couldn't ask him again. You needed him to tell you. “Sorry If I overstepped my boundaries, Dean. But I would like to know.”

Dean scoffed, crossing his arms. “So what? I’ve been horny for the past couple of days. My hand isn’t helpin’ as much as I think it is.”

“You need help?”

“From who? I’ve been so busy. I can barely find the time for anyone.”

You unwrap your towel, and your cock sprung out hard as a rock, walking toward Dean, who can't seem to stop glancing at your cock. “From me, you could use me any way you want.” Days ago, you would’ve never had the confidence to tell anyone this, but this feeling sent you into overdrive, and you needed to get rid of it one way you could only think of.

Your hand finds Dean’s denim-covered cock already hard. As you rub your hand against the material, Dean inhales a breath and exhales a shaky breath. You unbutton Dean’s jeans and slide them down to his ankles. His cock leaps from the constriction his pants were torturing with. You were on your knees, and you took the tip of Dean’s cock in your mouth.

Dean slowly made his head go back as he enjoyed your warm mouth on his throbbing cock. He forgot how this felt; he hadn’t felt this relaxed in so long, and you provided him with a number one muscle relaxer.

His hips slowly start going back and forth into your mouth. You lightly gag on the tip as his thrusts hit the back of your throat. You notice Dean breathing through his plump lips; your cock throbs seeing him like this.

“Damn, baby. I’ve missed this so much,” Dean groaned.

You slip his cock out of your mouth, lick the slit of his dick, and he moans. You could taste the light pre-cum forming from it.

“Such a fuckin’ tease. I should fuck you just for that,” Dean seethed.

“I did say you could use me, so why not?” You shrug. You attempt to slide Dean’s cock inside your parted lips. He lifts you from your armpits and makes you stand up. Dean glances down at your cock and sees pre-cum leaking from your cock.

“I can see how badly you want this, so I'm going to make sure you get it." Dean kisses you passionately as his height makes you feel safe and protected, feelings you never thought you would feel again.

Your calves hit the back of the bed frame. You sit down on the edge of the bed — breaking the kiss. “Head on the pillows, now!” Dean commanded.

You comply with his command, and on your hands and knees, you crawl towards the pillow on Dean’s bed — Dean smacking your ass as you crawl to the pillow.

Dean takes his jeans off around his ankles, boots, and flannel. As he sees you lying on your back in the middle of his bed, his cock twitches, seeing the beautiful sight before him. He crawls after you and kisses you passionately, your cocks rubbing together, making this moment more intense than it already is.

Dean’s kisses trail down from your lips to your jaw and neck. Dean starts to nibble on your neck, and you whimper in retaliation — gripping the sheets, you feel your teeth getting outstretched — making you scared a little bit. Releasing your grip makes your teeth go back into their original shape.

Dean’s lips travel to your nipples as he sucks on them and pinches your nipples as he sucks the other one.

His kisses trail lower as his mouth makes contact with your hole. His tongue becomes an explorer, and he wants to explore you more. Your moans sound like music to Dean’s ear as he grips your thighs. “You taste like fuckin’ heaven, baby boy.”

You could cum hearing Dean call you a baby boy again.

Dean crawls up back to your face and adjusts his cock. You exclaim in pleasure as Dean slides his cock deep inside you. With each inch pushing deeper inside you, your moans became the sweet song Dean yearned for. You could feel your walls getting looser and looser; your hole was aching in pleasure.

“You’re so fuckin’ perfect, baby boy. Just what I needed,” Dean grunted. Dean was clenching his teeth. It was a sight that made your cock happy. Dean’s thrust became faster and more intoxicating with each passing moment.

“Fuck, Dean. You’re hitting so deep.” Your pre cum was rubbing against your naval. “Your pussy wraps around my cock so well, baby. I can't get enough of it,” Dean breathed. Dean leans his head closer to yours and kisses your lips more rough than gentle like last time.

Dean slides his cock out of you and flips you to lay on your stomach. You grip the pillows as he slides his cock in you — slowly.

“Such a fuckin’ tease,” You moaned.

“Only the best for my baby boy.”

Dean’s thrust becomes more intoxicating as you feel his balls clap against your ass. Dean makes a handprint on your ass — you yelp in response. You bring your head up, Dean wraps his arm around your neck, and you both share a passionate make-out between thrusts. You moan into each other’s mouths as you feel Dean’s cock twitch inside you.

“Baby, I’m going to overflow your ass with my cum,” Dean growls. Dean lets your neck go but pushes your head onto the pillow. You roll your head to the side to avoid suffocating. Your body starts to slide down, and you stop at an absolute point. The tip of your cock starts rubbing against the sheets, and you feel the lust almost shoot out of you.

“Dean, my cock — you're making my cock rub against the sheets,” You whimpered.

“Good, we get to cum together then, baby,” Dean growled.

You feel Dean’s cock get bigger inside you, and the throbbing intensifies. Dean’s thrust becomes more demon-like, and you're enjoying every thrust. You didn't want it to end this soon. Your teeth were feeling outstretched again, but you ignored it. You left your teeth stretched, and you bit down on the pillow.

“Fuck, baby boy. I’m cumming. I’m cummin’, baby boy!” You could feel his cum shoot inside you as you shoot strings of cum on the sheets under you. Dean clashes his hard chest on your back. “Thanks for that, baby boy.”

“Who said it has to end there? I told you that you could use me. I didn't specify for how long.” You turn your head to see a smirking Dean. “Well, then, you better get that pretty ass up. I’m going to fuck you against the wall.”

“That’s what happened hours ago?”

“Yeah?” Theo, your vampire “trainer” friend.

“Wow, does that happen to a lot of new vampires?” You ask.

Theo nods. “But, you should’ve seen me when I first turned.”

“Is that a story for another day?” You question.

“Hell yes.” Theo laughs.

“I would love to hear it then.” You smile.

[ioniansunsets]

i loved your heartsteel!kayn scenarios! can you possibly do a scenario of fem!reader helping heartsteel!kayn dye his hair :3

✖ Heartsteel!Kayn Getting His Hair Dyed by Reader ✖

✖ Word Count: 900

✖ Tags: Established R/S

✖ A/N: He has his default skin braid here. Stay tuned for more. I MISS THIS FUCKER'S BRAID OK. Also you are his long term partner! I thought it would be cute if you have been supporting him though all his ups and downs uwu

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" For reals, you've done this before right. Don't fuck it up I swear to god I will cry I'm dealing with enough shit right now babe." " You're the one that asked me to do this for you, have some trust in me."

You comb through his braid and neatly section if off one last time before slapping on the DIY at home bleach. After getting kicked out of his old band Kayn wanted a full makeover, so with five boxes of bleach and some whining he convinced you to help him bleach and dye his hair. You stood awkwardly behind him as you comb in the bleach. Kayn wasn't wearing a shirt, so that he wouldn't ruin any tees. So it was quite a sight, hair down, topless, you pause for a bit and stare. After some thinking you sigh, you were going to miss his blue and black hair...it was so soft too...

" Hey I heard that sigh! You know I HAVE to do this...I want to change my image, show them I'm better without them!"

Kayn pouts, you see it in the mirror and laugh. Slapping on more bleach, sectioning it out and complaining once again bout how the long hair sticks to the gloves and makes it all messy. But ok, you work hard, with a roll of aluminum foil ready you neatly bleach his long hair. As you wait for the first bleaching to set in you throw a little of the leftovers on your hair too, just enough for one strip.

" Should we match colors?"

You see Kayn visibly perk up as he hears your suggestion.

" Really? I think that will be cute. Like a cringey couple."

He smirks, leaning back to take a good look at you in the toilet mirror. He starts laughing loudly.

" Wait are you copying me or making fun of me! Why bleach that same chunk of hair as the old me!"

The two of you chat for a bit as you wait for the bleach to set in, when times up you help him wash it all off in the tub. Damn his hair was really such a dark black, it was just brown now. You comment about it needed a few more rounds of bleach. Kayn sighs this time instead, exhausted already but his rockstar image was at stake, he wanted to look cool so he had to do this. He had a goal already, an ombre fade of pink and purple, it would be so cool. Sitting back down, you blow dry his hair and start on round two.

And round three. Orange.

And four. Yellow.

And five before the yellow finally lifts enough! You were finally free from seeing that yellow, orange hue! And-

Oh no. You look at a handful of hair in your hands from where you combed through his hair.

" Kayn I am so sorry..." " No! I cannot deal with this right now please. Y/N Tell me its fine." " I'll fix it!"

You too were unsure how to react, were you going to cry or laugh. After five bleaches, his hair kinda...fried off. Ah...you were REALLY going to miss his long hair. Promising to fix it, you grab some hair scissors and did your best. With Kayn doing everything to hold himself together while you save what you can and work out a messy cut. It actually looked really good. You tell him to look up as you blow dry his hair yet again. Promising it wasn't as bad as he thought it was going to be. Kayn tentatively pulls his hands away from his face as he looks at himself in the mirror. A smile slowly creeping across his face.

" Oh shit you really did fix it? The hell Y/N! Let's dye it right now! I still want that pink purple thing going down!"

He tilts his head left and right, trying to get a better look at it, an idol worthy style. Kayn nods, happy with what you've done with it. Quickly you work the colors onto his hair and yours. Laughing together as he admires himself in the mirror. Half an hour passes and you wash his hair and dry it off for the last time. Kayn himself also helping to wash the and dry your hair. You smile as the two of you admire your reflections.

" Is it me or are we looking super hot?"

He snakes and arm around your waist, pulling you close. Giving your cheek a quick kiss.

" I actually like this a lot I'm glad it worked out. Thank you Y/N."

Kayn gives you a warm smile as he runs his hands through his hair, giving it a little shake as it falls gracefully along his jawline. He turns his attention back to the mirror before he shouts.

" Oh shit yeah! Let me snap a photo!"

Kayn leaves the room for a bit, grabbing his phone and a nice shirt to snap a photo in. He returns, hand draped around your shoulder as he takes a mirror selfie with you both. The largest smile plastered on his face as he sits down and edits it to use as his new wallpaper. You would mourn his pretty braid but...he was still your charming boyfriend you could live with the new style. The short hair was starting to grow on your after all.

[ominous-faechild]

FAERIE'S DAWN (f3-1)

CHAPTER 3: “NATURAL” OBSTACLES (part 1)

CHARACTERS:

⚜ Scamall O'Moyner (pov) ⚜ Spéir O'Moyner

SETTING:

[a wild, overgrown forest plane] [outside the dominion of Kilrey] [in the middle of the forest] [night; magic storm-blizzard]

approx. 1 BA (talamhdé timeline)

story intro table of contents chapter one < last part next part >

Scamall: [quickly pulls her hand from Spéir's after they travel a distance away from Nova, turning away from him and crossing her arms… but moreso doing the latter for comfort]

Spéir: [hesitantly looks back to her, fae-ears low and his face twisted in pain]

Spéir: (voice thick) "Scamall…"

Scamall: [sucks in a sharp, shaky breath as her hair storms and she struggles not to cry... or snap]

Spéir: [half-sighs, half-growls, putting his head in his hand]

Spéir: (grumbles) "this is your fault, for trusting—"

Scamall: [eye twitches—]

Scamall: [swiftly flips on her heel, turning to pierce Spéir with a glare]

Scamall: (snaps) "no, you know what this was!? YOUR fault, for being so AGGRESSIVE! They only reached for that ambrosia because you scared them!"

Spéir: [flexes his jaw, face twitching, as he stews on his own response—]

Essence: [flares behind them as Nova and Kilrey fight… and Nova is clearly on the losing side, her essence dying away quickly]

Scamall: [twists in place to violently jab a finger in their direction]

Scamall: (voice hard and raised) "they were brave enough to sacrifice thems—"

Spéir: [snarling, throws his hands up and interrupts) "they took responsibility for their own mistake!"

Scamall: (voice sharp and shrill) "what!?"

Scamall: [steps forward, snarling and with gales of wind speeding around them—]

Spéir: [funny! Does the exact same thing!]

Spéir: [crossing his arms, continues stubbornly) "Imagine what you'd ha—"

Both: [freeze]

Both: [shocked, look over their shoulders in Nova's direction again]

Both: [… can feel all too well that Nova shattered Kilrey's will.]

Both: [jaws drop almost in sync—]

Scamall: [turns to face the direction Nova's in again, mindlessly taking a few steps—]

Spéir: [grabs her hand, stopping her]

Spéir: (incredulously) "Scamall!?"

Scamall: [snarling again, flips on her heel to pierce him with a murderous glare]

Scamall: (harshly) "that fae not only tried to sacrifice themself for us, but they overpowered a Goddamned archfaerie WITH A FRACTION OF HIS ESSENCE!"

Scamall: [yanks her hand from his, snarling still, before finishing) "if you're REALLY so uptight that you don't want ANYTHING to do with them, then MAYBE I don't want anything to do with YOU!"

Spéir: [mouth falls open, eyes wide and turning shiny… but stunned silent]

Scamall: [huffs, brushing him off and flipping on her heel to hurry after Nova… who was probably giving Kilrey instructions, judging by how he was still there]

Scamall: [… though she had no idea what Nova could be ordering him to do.]

Scamall: [but pushes that thought from her mind, chewing her lip and scanning the woods around them]

Blizzard: [slowly dying out]

[“The Quaking” is what the residents of Talamhdé called the random bouts of frenzied electricity in the air, earthquakes, and sudden natural disasters that'd randomly strike the planes. Although few had reason to even suspect it, Scamall and Spéir were among the few to know it only happened when God was enraged]

[Thankfully, the Quaking was quickly dying down, leaving the ever-shifting Faewilde forest ominously silent and still.]

Scamall: (to herself, incredulously) … there's no way that's related to them, right…? The storm's just passed… and… the Quaking never really lasts that long…

Kilrey: [far in the distance, starts heading back off to his town]

Scamall: [distracted from her previous thought; can't help a weak smile or keep the proud tears from swelling in her eyes]

Scamall: fae, I may not know who you are… but I'm proud of you. And I'm going to help you.

Spéir: [finally chases after her, though he's dead silent as he trails behind her, shoulders slumped and his hands awkwardly in his pockets]

Scamall: [ignores him, reconsidering everything she knew about him… even though she'd known him for almost the entire time she'd been alive]

Scamall: (finishing her thought) … no matter what he thinks.

Nova: [collapses and passes out… but all the siblings can really tell is that he isn't moving]

Spéir: [silent for a while as they walk, but finally, awkwardly speaks up, his voice soft) "I just… want to make sure you're safe, Scamall…"

Scamall: [bites her tongue to keep from snapping at him, just continuing through the forest]

[The forest is made up of wobbly, ever-moving trees; hanging branches and swathes of moss; and an endless amount of gnarled roots that all shifted to try to get in their way and block their passage]

[As a land suffused with raw magic, Talamhdé was constantly shifting and changing. It almost seemed to be conscious, and purposely maneuvered itself to make travelling through it annoying… if not outright dangerous.]

Siblings: [had been travelling through various planes of Talamhdé for years, learning to navigate its ever-changing ways and live off of its power, but…]

[The forest is being especially difficult right now.]

Spéir: [uncharacteristically quiet and unhelpful behind Scamall as—]

[the trees creeeaaaaaaakkkkk noisily as they, their branches, and the roots all shift, blocking the siblings' passage toward Nova]

Scamall: [growls under her breath, face twisted into a snarl]

Spéir: [still just watching her silently from behind]

Scamall: [may not be looking with her eyes, but can see well enough with the air and her aura—]

Spéir: [frowning slightly. Has one arm crossed, its hand cupped under the other's elbow, and his other hand curled around his cheek as he watches her]

Scamall: [fae-ears low and hair storming in anger, bites her tongue to keep from snapping—]

Scamall: (wants to scream) YOU'RE BEING THIS STUBBORN ABOUT THEM!? YOU WON'T EVEN FREAKING HELP ME!?

Scamall: [—at the same time, dissolved into air to try to push herself through the gaps between the branches, but—]

Scamall: [slams into an invisible wall formed by the very same Faewilde magic that moved the trees to begin with]

Scamall: [gasps in pain and from surprise, reforming in the air as she flies back from the barrier—]

Spéir: [carefully catches her from behind, one hand around her shoulder and the other at the small of her back]

Scamall: [stunned from the impacts—]

Spéir: [peers down at her, his face unreadable, before quickly looking back up at the barrier and helping Scamall stand]

Scamall: [clenches her jaw, ears low and tears forming in her eyes from anger, but—]

Spéir: (voice light, impassive) "it stops at the treetops. We can fly above it."

Scamall:

Scamall: [hesitates, shocked. Hadn't actually thought he was paying enough attention to try to help… much less actually be willing to.]

Spéir: [as she takes too long to respond, looks at her over his shoulder with his fae-ears twitching up curiously. An eyebrow quirked, offers his hand and asks, deadpan) "ready?"

Scamall: [swallows, looking away as her ears droop in shame]

Scamall: [just lets out a slow, heavy sigh as she takes his hand]

Scamall: (tiredly) "yeah."

Spéir: [nods, looking toward the sky as he swells his essence around them—]

Scamall: [relaxes her magic around her body, lightening it and preparing—]

Siblings: [with a joint gust of wind, push themselves into the air, soaring above the treetops. Except… quickly slow down before they can hit the skybox, coming to a stop in midair]

Spéir: [not looking at Scamall, easily peers through the darkness and at the array of trees between them and Nova]

Spéir: [taking charge as always; evenly speaks above the wind) "we can probably fly past any barriers while we're up here. If anything comes after us, I'll take care of it, okay?"

Spéir: [with that, turns to meet her eyes, face focused]

Spéir: [always made the plans between them, working through the various puzzles laid out by the Faewildes… and archfaeries trying to block their paths.]

Scamall: [can't help the tears in her eyes or her small, weak smile]

Scamall: [cupping Spéir's hand in-between hers, gratefully) "thank you, Spéir."

Spéir:

Spéir: [face twists slightly—a flash of guilt showing—but quickly just nods curtly as he looks away]

Spéir: (voice subtly thick) "let's just go, yeah?"

Scamall: (softly, knowing he could hear her just fine through the wind) "yeah."

Hmmm... what's up with how Spéir's acting?

story intro table of contents chapter one < last part next part >

divider from @mypixeldiary

[yourheart-inmyhands]

Hiya! I'm happy that You enjoyed my idea! And I realy liked how you wrote it! Especialy the Furina part :D

I'm not sure if you are okay with writing this, but if you are: Which of the Genshin characters would handled their lovers death the worst?

- 🐶 anon

oooo this one was really good! i couldn't pick just one so i did five little short ones! I hope you enjoy :D

Warning: this post contains yandere-themes, including lots of talk about death, delusional behavior, childish temper tantrums, making puppets of reader, and other potential topics. Please read at your own risk!

Yandere!Furina would throw an absolute fit, upset at the idea of you dying on her, of you leaving her. She has to be pulled away from your corpse by Neuvillette because she’s screaming as she shakes it in a panicked manner. She’s desperate for you to wake up, screaming and crying as she tries to convince herself that you aren’t really dead. That you haven’t left her. She has to take a leave of absence from the court for a while, grief is a difficult thing and she doesn’t handle it well. 

Yandere!Raiden would be enraged. You promised to spend eternity with her, and now you were trying to back out of it? She won’t let you. She does everything in her power to bring you back, from creating a puppet of you to trapping your soul in the Plane of Euthymia. Nothing is right though, the puppet doesn’t feel the way you used to, it doesn’t behave like it should. Your soul isn’t any better, it can only replay strong memories from when you were alive, leaving Raiden feeling like she’s talking to a movie. She destroys the puppet and hides your soul away in a far corner of the Plane, though she feels equally as awful afterwards. 

Yandere!Wanderer is distraught when he loses you, he had lost so many before and yet, this one hurt the most. He sits on the outskirts of Sumeru City for a while, remaining stock still on a bench as he just feels. While he seems composed on the outside, on the inside he’s in pure agony. He doesn’t want to think or feel or move or do anything at all because everything just reminds him of you. It takes months for him to move from the bench, sitting there day in and day out despite the weather, and when he does move it’s only to sit in front of your grave. There he sits for another month, just staring at the name that once belonged to his loved one, now passed. The lover who left him, just like everyone else did.

Yandere!Xiao blames himself for your death, whether it's an accident, intentional, or simply of something you couldn’t stop like aging or sickness, Xiao will think it’s his fault. It’s always his fault, everything was because he wasn’t strong enough to protect you. The next year is spent with Xiao hardly being seen by anyone, not even food could lure him out. He spends all his time fighting, killing anything and everything in sight that deserves it as he tries to let the burn of his karmic debt distract from the ache in his heart. He refuses to visit your grave, making Zhongli bury you and not even attending your funeral. Not because he doesn’t love you, but because he can’t bring himself to attend. He thinks he’s the reason you’re dead and he didn’t think you’d want him in attendance. He spends the rest of his life span thinking you died hating him, blaming him.

Yandere!Diluc is unsure of how to feel when you pass. He’d felt the pain of losing his father, and while he’s not dead, Diluc had lost his brother for many years in a way. But your death was different, it didn’t make him so upset he was driven to violence like his father, but rather made him want to simply lay there and cry. He spent a week straight just in bed after your funeral, hands idly tracing over the side of the bed you once slept on. He keeps everything exactly how you left it, never touching a thing incase one day, somehow, you came back to him. He wanted you to know that he loved you so much that he left everything just how you liked it.

[bitchapalooza]

Zoro: What the hell are you talking about, of course I can grow body hair.

Usopp: Then where is it??? You're smoother than a baby's butt, man!

Zoro: Because I wax it off???

Sanji: You. You wax it?

Usopp: SERIOUSLY!? Why????

Zoro: Eh, sweat isn't getting trapped when I work out, I don't get randomly itchy until it starts growing back, and I just don't like having body hair. Take your pick.

Usopp: But really? You WAX it??

Sanji: Yeah isn't that... Painful?

Zoro: Nah. It's like ripping off a bandaid.

Luffy: Zoro cries like a baby.

Zoro: Shut up! No I don't!

Luffy: Yeah the other night I didn't even rip it off his leg yet and he started crying.

Zoro: I will cut you, Luffy! Shut up!

Sanji: Awww, does baby Zoro need a bottle?~

Usopp: Googoo gaga, baby Zoro got a booboo? Is he gonna cry?~

Sanji: Baby Zoro need a kiss to make it better?~

Usopp: Mwah mwah, let Usopp make booboo feel better!~

Zoro: Fuck you guys! I bet you'd both bawl your eyes out too if you got waxed!

Sanji: Psh, PLEASE! I have a way stronger resolve than you, mosshead. I can take it.

Usopp: Same here! The great Usopp can take anything you throw at him, including getting waxed!

****

Usopp: THE GREAT USOPP WAS WRONG! THIS IS TORTURE! AM I DYING!? OH GOD IM DYING! THIS IS THE END FOR ME FRIENDS!

Luffy: Usopp relax, you didn't even have enough hair on your leg to be in this much pain. It barely pulled any hair out.

Usopp: Is that you mama? Go towards the light you say? Okay mama. I will. I will go towards the light...

Sanji: YOU DO THIS EVERY FEW WEEKS!? HOW ARE YOU NOT IN AGONY THE ENTIRE TIME!? AND THIS IS JUST A SECTION OF MY LEG, YOU DO YOUR WHOLE BODY!?

Zoro: Luffy, turn Usopp's head so he's looking this way. I want a full picture of this. Yeah that's perfect. Awesome. I'm gonna make this into business cards and pass them out.

[respectthepetty]

The Loyal Pin - Episode 15

Before I actually began this recap, let me just bask in Patricia freaking the hell out when Kuea's pregnant wife, who she was warned about, actually shows up to the wedding she forced onto Pin.

Well it if isn't the consequences to your dumb ass actions, Patricia!

LOOK AT HER!

Oh shit! And now Pin has passed the hell out! I knew a girl in high school who would pass out whenever she got in trouble, and we all thought it was a medical condition at first, but one time, she passed out on the band field during morning practice, yet fell in such a way that her flute didn't get damaged, and the entire band spread that news like wildfire, so I, a kid who would NEVER be caught dead near the band hall, heard about it by second period, and homegirl was roasted accordingly in fourth period Stats when someone told her to pass out before the test so we could get out of taking it but to make sure not to damage her the calculator. Point is - Pin is band girl. This is triflin' behavior. This is not a medical condition.

And Prik is just rubbing salt in her wounds. "Anin was fighting all the way until the bitter end for your love, but once she realized you were still going to marry a man who had a whole ass pregnant wife, she decided to go to the beach instead of attending your dumb wedding"

I really disliked Aon at the start of this show, but now her faces with Anin on this beach trip are amazing because Anin is going through it, and Aon is just like, "You wanna put some cucumbers on your eyes since you've been crying so much." She is helping, but also judging, and I like that.

This is what a true ally looks like. Shit was going DOWN in his palace, and all he could think about was telling his sister.

Take notes, Anon! Ya sloppy!

Look how happy a Blue Beauty is when her girlfriend's wedding is stopped by the pregnant woman nobody would believe existed. She is smiling for love. I'm smiling for spite.

And Pin is wearing Anin's color as she, too, looks up at the sky. Glad Prik's little guilt trip worked.

PENELOPE, NO! NOT AGAIN, GIRL!

Okay, existential crisis Barbie. Quit being so damn dramatic.

Penelope planned to go through with that wedding, yet is acting all sad because Anin didn't immediately rush back to her. BARBARA! YOU'RE DOING TOO MUCH, SIS!

And now Patricia is wearing Pin's color to show she cares. You know what would show she cares? Her actually apologizing TO PIN! Her saying "sorry I fucked up and told you to die" or something like that. Doesn't have to be those exact words, but anything would be better than the NOTHING she is doing right now.

Penelope always has a dream about Anin leaving her or DYING, and even in her dreams, Penelope is too damn dramatic. ¡Cálmate, güey!

Wait. Is this green or orange? Someone needs to get the colorist on the phone because night time does not make a dress an entirely different color!

But the entire scene is beautiful, so the colorist made some decisions, and I cannot say they were bad decisions.

Anin laughing while Penelope is in pain is food for my petty soul.

Because Penelope is too smart to be this dumb! How did she not realize that Anin was upset that she was marrying a man and moving that man into her palace? Anin TOLD her that, but did she think Anin was joking? WTF, girl. Shut that pretty mouth of yours. I've heard enough stupidity come out of those beautiful lips for a lifetime.

Now Anin is laughing at Penelope in the house! Thank goodness because Penelope is still wildin' with these ridiculous questions! She knows nothing happened between Anin and these other women because she HEARD Anin crying about her MARRYING A MAN, yet has the audacity to pout. Penelope, just pass out again, so we can stop hearing you say irrational shit.

Anin is wiping her down with a blue towel *wink* but the green/orange dress is throwing me for a loop, so I cannot properly enjoy this.

For two chicks that just got back together after shit hit the fan when their relationship was exposed, they do not have any sense of self-preservation. Standing out on the balcony hugging each other after having sex is a choice. The wrong one.

WHY IS ANIN APOLOGIZING TO PATRICIA?! And why hasn't Patricia apologized to Pin?! And why is Anin still wearing green?! She is not a Green Girl! There is nothing chill about Anin!

There is one episode left and I need Patricia to apologize to Pin and for Anin to wear pink for her Pink Person because Pin is struggling with her color still. Quit playing with my emotions, show!

This mama is scared. She has me convinced that the closet is better than telling the dad. I'd listen to her, but Anin would never because she has no chill; therefore, she is not a Green Girl. GET THAT COLOR OUTTA HERE!

At long last, we have made it to the final boss. I don't play video games, but if this is anything like Kirby, shit's about to get messy!

But I know all will end well since Anin still has to wear pink to solidify her love for Pin.

Or this really will be the final stage of Kirby.

Pink. On Body. NOW!

[shippingmyworld]

I had this idea and wanted to tell you about it—

Manny is drunk and sees Danny, he’s either all over the place scrambling to get a gift, or he’s clinging to Danny rambling about how much he loves him, all the things he loves about him, and how lucky he feels to be with Danny. Or, even better, Manny forgets that they’re together and tries to flirt with Danny, and when Danny lets him know that they’re already together, Manny goes “You’re MY boyfriend?!?” like it’s the greatest news of his life and spends five minutes processing this information with a smile on his face.

Manny: I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Danny: You asked me if I was single and cried when I said no.

Imagine Danny takes his eyes off Manny for like two seconds to pay for their drinks, and Manny is already stumbling out of the building and on his way to go steal something for Danny by the time he turns around. Maybe that conveniently placed cart of flowers will do. It’s so funny picturing Manny vanishing for an hour and Danny frantically searching for him, thinking of all the bad things that could be happening to that drunk man, only for Manny to reappear with a crystal he totally didn’t steal and giving it to Danny. You should try picturing it, too, I highly recommend it.

Danny, however, he’s drunk, sees Manny, and… starts crying. He just loves Manny so much and he can’t believe he found a partner who not only doesn’t mind the ghost-iness, but also loves it and fully accepts him and all his flaws. Not to mention how amazing Manny is, and Manny still chose him. He can’t even explain why he’s crying so much and he’s pretty much inconsolable for at least 20 minutes because he’s so overwhelmed by his own emotions. He also hates the fact that Manny is going to die eventually. Yeah, they can obviously still find each other in the afterlife, but still! Dying sucks!

So Danny just hugs Manny and cries for a while, they always end up cuddling with Danny usually being the big spoon because he needs to hold Manny and make sure he doesn’t disappear.

LMAOOOOO THEY'RE SO FUNNY TO IMAGINE DRUNK. Like I'm in the "Danny has super-regeneration" camp so I personally think that Danny can't get completely wasted like Manny could. Even in his human form, alcohol would have minimal effects on him. BUT sad drunk Danny is lowkey hilarious. He's normally Mr. Keep's-his-hand-to-himself and all closed off, but the moment he gets tipsy he'd totally be the clingy drunk that finally lets the floodgates open and all the bottled up emotions would come out. Like can you imagine whoever the designated driver is that night, trying to get them all into the car or something. Danny would be impossible to rangle, because they'd have to shove him into the car with Manny or else Danny becomes a sobbing mess on the ground.

"I love him so much and I miss him."

"Danny, you were hugging him three seconds ago and he's literally right behind you, passed out on the floor."

BUT YEAH those times when Danny's not drunk, he's 100% acting as Manny's babysitter. You know how at responsible house parties they always show everyone throwing their keys into a bowl or something so people don't drink and drive later? Manny would be forced to turn in his belt. He's a menace enough on his own, but throw in his El Tigre powers and couple his poor impulse control with alcohol and he'd totally be on the news the next morning.

Danny, arms crossed and frowning at the love of his life: "Manny, where'd you get those flowers?"

Manny, currently transformed, covered in cuts and broken glasses and holding out a bouquet of disheveled roses: "I did not crash through the front window of a florist and I'm insulted that you said so."

Danny: "I didn't say so."

Manny: "Oh."

Cue siren's and flashing lighting in the distance.