#needle x teardrop

[indrawzcord]

i miss needledrop </3

[hidakaa]

ive decided to exist with some art for silly osc people

these ones up here are decently old by a few months

got a few good ones below ig

leafy and evil leafy but sillier

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tw:

blood

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did a fear garden one here of my main oc and another oc

waterspool kissing (ship name i made :3) to finish off

ive never posted before but ig this is a decent start

[inkykeiji]

characters: jouno saigiku x fem!reader x suehiro tecchou

genre: smut

notes: hi hi! sooo this was only supposed to be a lil drabble based on a dream i had a few nights ago, but it grew into a full fic!! absolutely no one is surprised. please heed the warnings below, this one is a lil dark! 

warnings: 18+ minors do not interact, sexual torture, edging/orgasm denial, overstimulation, two slaps to the face, dacryphilia, noncon then dubcon, knife play, blood, a hint of mindbreak, a hint of misogyny from jouno, needles, drugs (epinephrine aka adernaline), a hint of degradation, one pussy slap, size kink/size difference, a lil bit of praise, pet names

words: 3.6k

synopsis: 

“Would you like to know what my favourite hobby is?” the first man begins conversationally, busying himself with tugging on your restraints, testing their strength. “It’s breaking pretty little bratty bitches like you. Because as beautiful as you are now, nothing compares to how breathtakingly gorgeous you sound when you’ve been thoroughly shattered into tiny little shards of yourself, smeared with tears and sweat, with those sweet, precious sobs—you know, the ones that rattle your ribs and shudder your chest—spilling from your lips. Oh, it’s the loveliest sound, wouldn’t you agree?” 

At your responding silence, he continues, gloved index finger tracing the curve of your cheek. 

“No? Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll show you exactly what I mean.” 

“Where are the remaining Agency members hiding?” The vibrating wand is ground harder into your puffy clit, a plastic click! echoing throughout the dull room, the wand’s intensity kicked up another notch. “Do not make me ask a fourth time.” 

It sends a shock of tremors racing up your spine, bending each vertebra into a perfect curve, and your body arches off the bed, worn leather restraints cutting into your wrists and ankles, thick silver buckles jingling as you tug and writhe.

“I told you already,” you manage to gasp out through the gaps of your clenched teeth, fury flaming in your gaze. “I don’t know what you’re fucking talking about! Don’t make me say it a fourth time!”

The sharp sound of skin slapping skin slices through the dense atmosphere as his knuckles connect with your cheek, strong enough to have your head whipping to the side, hard enough to leave stinging little indents of his bones in your flesh—marks that will inevitably blossom into blotchy petals of navy and violet.

“Such a foul mouth for such a pretty lady,” he tuts his tongue. “Didn’t your Daddy ever teach you it isn’t polite for a woman to use such nasty words?” 

“Fuck you,” you spit, but the word quivers with your bottom lip, pins of pain searing through your cheek. Reflexive tears coat your vision, burning and bleary, and your nose twitches with a hard exhale, a feeble attempt to quell your crying, bottom lip sucked between your teeth. 

“Aw, crying already? Just from one teensy slap?” the man with the crimson-tinged hair shakes his head, as if he’s disappointed, as if this is such a shame. “Looks like we caught ourselves a cry baby, Tecchou.” The man’s head tilts toward your face, lips curled up in sadistic glee. “Oh, this is going to be fun.” 

“Indeed,” the man with the chestnut tufts agrees, idly swiping the pad of his thumb across your cheek and killing a teardrop mid-stream, salt water collecting in the grooves of his fingerprint. It shimmers in the dim light as he brings it to his face to examine it, turning his finger one way, then the other, before finally sticking the whole thing in his mouth, lips puckering as he sucks it clean. 

“Would you like to know what my favourite hobby is?” the first man begins conversationally, busying himself with tugging on your restraints, testing their strength. “It’s breaking pretty little bratty bitches like you. Because as beautiful as you are now, nothing compares to how breathtakingly gorgeous you sound when you’ve been thoroughly shattered into tiny little shards of yourself, smeared with tears and sweat, with those sweet, precious sobs—you know, the ones that rattle your ribs and shudder your chest—spilling from your lips. Oh, it’s the loveliest sound, wouldn’t you agree?” 

At your responding silence, he continues, gloved index finger tracing the curve of your cheek. 

“No? Don’t worry, sweetheart, I’ll show you exactly what I mean.” 

Several denied orgasms later—you don’t know how many, you’ve lost count—and everything hurts, muscles dense and sore from the constant coiling before relief is abruptly snatched away, again, fibers unwinding, unraveling, slow and sluggish, barely afforded a moment to rest before they’re being wound back up again by a vibrating toy or two slender, gloved fingers.

It’s hard to gauge how much time has passed since this whole thing began, the officers’ questions dribbling into one another, gooey as they drip from their lips, melding together in one continuous stream before they melt again, mix again, spit out rephrased and repeated. 

They’ve since freed your wrists and ankles from the restraints, the man with the crimson tips—Jouno, you’ve learned—twisting his face in revulsion at the thought of you staining them with blood. 

She’s too weak to fight back now, anyway, he had reasoned. His partner had agreed. 

Crusted salt weights your eyelashes, lids heavy as you blink, hard and slow, in an attempt to rid the bleariness from your vision. But it’s no use, another thick wave of tears rushing to coat your eyes only seconds after it’s been dispelled, rendering everything in your line of sight soft and hazy.

The sterile walls are bleeding into one another, corners fusing into wavering curves, sticky and watery. Someone’s talking, but it all sounds muffled, as if they’re murmuring to you from above the surface, and you frown.

Another slap to the face—open-palmed, this time—throws you back onto their frequency, the pain momentarily clearing the thick static from your head and tuning your ears into their voices.

“I think she’s about to pass out,” the deeper voice—Tecchou—says, a faint note of concern woven into his tone. 

“Oh no,” Jouno gasps mockingly. “We can’t have that, now, can we?” 

Metal clinks together delicately, then the sound of a nail being flicked against plastic twice before something pricks your arm, sinks in about an inch or so, and sends a substance rushing into your blood; little bolts of electricity that zip through your veins, alighting your frayed nerves but doing little to eradicate the stuffy haze blanketing your mind.

Another question is asked, another question you don’t have the answer to, brain so soupy you can barely comprehend the words hanging over you, suspended in the air. The vibrations from the wand climb another grade higher, your whole body shivering with them. You whine a little, a pitiful sound stringy in your throat, before managing to push a few heavy words from your tongue.

“Incompetent,” you gurgle out, the mangled insult oozing past your lips with large, fizzy dollops of drool. “S’what y’are.”

“Oh, are we?” 

“Yeah,” you rasp out, head nodding in messy, lethargic motions. “Wasting time on th’wrong person.”

Jouno laughs, and it’s mocking, mean, stitched together with malicious threads of amusement.

“I don’t think we’re wasting our time at all, actually. On the contrary, I’m having quite a pleasurable time.” 

The wand rubs over your clit, first in slow, almost soothing motions, back and forth, back and forth, the touch resembling something gentle, before it begins to build speed, higher and higher, faster and faster, matching the pace of his rapid-fire questions, and you can feel it, a concentrated ball of flames roiling in your gut, furling in on itself quick and tight and hard, and then—

It’s gone. 

Again.

He can read your body better than anyone else ever has, better than you yourself have ever been able to, keen senses picking up on those tiny telltale signs of an impending orgasm: the sweet little hitch of breath in your throat—catch, hold, exhale; the muscles beginning to be pulled tense and taut by accelerating pleasure—stomach tightening, thighs clenching, face scrunching; the gentle yet desperate twitch of your hips towards the toy—a pathetically cute attempt to milk your own orgasm from your body before he inevitably takes the toy away. 

It’s entirely unfair. 

You’ve gone delirious with delayed pleasure again, hysterically hedonistic, nonsensical babbles pouring from your lips in thick, unbroken weeps, sopping with spit and tears. 

But that’s okay, Jouno can decipher them, can wring them out and and lay them out to dry, brutal berating falling from his lips in reply as he presses two fingers to your puffy clit, sensitive skin rubbed raw and abused, stroking the swollen nub in slow, purposeful circles. 

It’s hard to concentrate on anything when he does this, when you can feel the warmth of his skilled fingers through the thin fabric of his gloves, when he’s laughing at you for being such a good little slut, and look how quickly you drench his gloves!

Because there’s something so much more personal about this, about his hands on the most intimate parts of you, leading you by the nose to the crest of pleasure and allowing you to teeter on the edge, so close to falling, before he harshly hauls you back with a swift slap to your cunt, the heat of his fingers gone in an instant, replaced by a painful tingle.

And then he’s appearing, your brief salvation, your fleeting angel, broad shoulders blotting out the faint light as he leans over your body to wipe you down, strands of chestnut falling to frame his kind eyes. 

“I know, I know,” Tecchou’s humming, dabbing a cloth along your damp hairline, soaking up the little dewdrops of sweat caught in your hair. “It hurts, I know.” 

“Please, Tecchou, please,” you’re whimpering, trembling fingers curling weakly at the hems of his shirtsleeves, nails scrabbling against the thick material. “Please, make’im stop! I can’t—I can’t—”

“You have the power to put an end to this immediately,” he reminds you gently, as if he genuinely believes you have a choice. “You just have to tell us one piece of information, blossom.”

His palm is cool against your clammy forehead, sweeping hair back from your brow. 

“No piece of information is too tiny or insignificant. Anything helps. Just one.” 

Another torrent of tears floods your vision again, instantly overflowing past clumpy lashes, your head shaking in disbelief, fragments of denegation on your tongue. 

“I don’t—” you hiccup. “I du-dunno what to tell you—I dunno what you want—” 

With a sigh, Tecchou clicks his tongue as if he’s disappointed in you—and that hurts, too, an inexplicable ache taking root deep behind your ribs, throbbing with yearning—before slipping easily from your clumsy grasp and melting back into the shadows, Jouno taking center stage again.

“No, please! Wait!” you cry out, head shaking quickly, fingers twitching. “I swear I don’t!”

“Pathetic,” Jouno spits, a merciless type of glee painted across his face, the word so caustic it sears into your flesh, corrosively gnawing away at your skin.

“No, no, no,” you’re whimpering to yourself, eyes shutting tightly as your head shakes again, tears leaking from the crinkled corners. “This is—This is wrong, ’n I—I’m gonna, gonna report—”

“Yeah? And who are you going to call? The police?” they both chuckle, sharing a look between themselves. 

A flash of fury slices through your chest, cutting clean through the decadent daze they’ve effectively cast over your consciousness, and you blink hard, red rage incinerating the tears in your eyes in an instant. 

With an indignant sniff, you lift your dense head from the pillow to glare at them. Their cocks, impressively thick bulges, strain against maroon fabric, the only physical indication this torture is affecting either of them at all, voices calm and features composed. Jouno’s since removed his hat and his cape, the sleeves of his jacket stained with your sweat—ugly irregular patches of dried salt, material crusty and stiff. He shrugs it off easily, tosses it over a chair in the corner and unbuttons the cuffs of his starched shirt, rolling them up to his elbows.

“Oh?” Jouno tilts his head, a subtle response to your morph in mood. “Are you ready to talk now?”

“I told you already,” you cough out viciously, grinding the words between your molars. “I have nothing to say!”

“Hm. Shame. Maybe this will help jog your memory.” 

His fingers dip into his pant pocket, feeling around laxly for an item, a soft hum vibrating on his tongue when his fingers come in contact with what they were looking for. He pulls a piece of glinting silver from the depths, the sharp twinge of metal swiping against metal slashing through the atmosphere as he flicks it open.

A Hattori Higonokami switchblade, beautifully crafted with Jouno’s full name elegantly engraved into the nickle of the handle, the edge of the blade glimmering in the fluorescent light.

“I know it’s not as impressive as Tecchou’s sword,” he begins, turning the knife over in his hand, the very tip of the blade pressed precariously into the fleshy pad of his index finger. “But it still serves an exceptionally important purpose.” 

As if to demonstrate, he runs the point of the blade along the line of your jaw, featherlight and stinging. It’s so sharp it leaves a raised scratch in its wake despite its gentle pressure, quivers coursing through your body as your nerves furrow. 

He circles the hinge of your jaw, then continues down the curve of your neck, outlining your collarbone before tracing your sternum, coming to a stop in the middle of your chest, pressure of the blade increasing ever-so-slightly, piercing the thin skin. 

“Shall I cut your heart out?” he asks, voice irritatingly calm, lips curled into a polite smile. The tip of the blade travels back up your sternum, retreading its previous trail, before it sinks into your skin, right above your left breast. 

A yelp catches in your throat, pitchy and cracked, and your body instinctively bows off the bed, pressing further into the knife. A laugh falls from Jouno’s lips, the sound silk and syrup. 

The blade curves, then drags down your sternum and to your ribs in a perfect slant before sharply pivoting upward in a V motion, curling around your breast to meet its initial starting point. 

A heart. 

It isn’t dire, the wound too shallow to require any stitching or attention, but it’s deep enough to have blood seeping from the slashes in a slow, smooth ribbons. They flow as one, not as singular drops but as a whole entity, cascading warm and sticky over your breast and ribs. 

“I bet you look so gorgeous like this,” Jouno breathes, and that’s the most impacted he’s sounded all night. Two fingers trace the heart carved into your skin, slow and hard, smearing blood across your chest in crude strokes. 

Inhaling deeply, he brings his blood-glazed fingertips to his nose, whole chest expanding as he fills his lungs with the coppery scent. A deep moan rumbles behind his ribs, and he presses both fingers flat to the back of his tongue, dragging them along the expanse of the slimy muscle and depositing thick streaks of crimson. 

Revulsion churns your stomach, features puckered in sour distaste, but you can’t help the way your cunt flutters pathetically, wickedly, a shameless gush of heat flooding the apex of your thighs—so much so that you can feel it, leaking down the soft skin, slick smudged and slathered across the dry layers from earlier as the muscles clench and squeeze together—and Jouno laughs.

He can smell it. 

Tecchou emerges from the shadows then, the pungent stench of alcohol clinging to his fingers. 

It burns as he pats a rough cloth drenched in the substance across your steadily weeping wound, pacifying condolences falling form his lips in little hushes as he works, attempting to ease your pain, his words working as a salve to his partner’s crimes. 

“Can’t you just be a good girl and cooperate for us?” he murmurs as he tilts a glass to your lips, sure to feed you in short streams of water. His eyes are brimming with mercy, begging you to to be good, to obey, like the proper little girl he knows you are.

And, really, its his kindness that breaks you, that thoroughly smashes you to pieces, his sheer and unwavering compassion—so genuine, so real—that has a sob tearing from your throat as your head shakes in slow, lethargic strokes, breath stuttering in your chest. 

“I don’t—I’m, I’m not—” your tongue fails, trips over itself as the letters tangle around it, curls in on itself and drowns in pools of saliva. “I’m trying, but you aren’t—aren’t listening—” 

A fierce sob smothers your words, whole body shuddering from the force of it, and your limbs weakly curl into your chest in desperation, as if you’re trying to hold yourself together, to keep your ribs from splintering and splitting you in two. Your voice is thin, stretched and staining beneath heavy distress.

“Please, please, please,” you’re nearly wailing, nails scraping against your own skin. “Please, stop—I promise—”

A coo of contemplation marinates on the back of Jouno’s tongue, both men peering down at you. 

“Perhaps we do have the wrong girl after all,” Jouno muses after a moment, voice painfully indifferent, as if they didn’t just spend hours torturing you. Your heart leaps, potent relief melting your bones, and he chuckles, a thumb caressing your clammy forehead. “Oh?” he questions, a teasing laugh infused in the question. “Does that make you feel better, cry baby?” 

Yes, yes, yes, your head is nodding, fingers latching around his wrist and clinging to him. Another soft chuckle slips from his lips, and he lets you hold him, maneuvering his hand to lace his fingers with yours.

“I’m beginning to think so, as well,” Tecchou chimes in, frowning slightly, head tilting as he observes you. “They usually talk by now, and she’s been thoroughly broken, yet all she can seem to say is that she doesn’t know...” 

“Well, Tecchou, I think we owe her some relief from all of this, don’t you think?” 

“Yes, I do. I will handle it.” 

And it’s decided so easily, so simply, so fucking quickly it has you wondering if there was ever any doubt that you were the right person in the first place, if you were merely chosen because you were a pretty girl in a short skirt, plucked from the street between Jouno’s forefinger and thumb, just because he wanted to. The thought tugs at your consciousness, but it’s too frayed and and ruined to fully sew it together, to make sense of it all, the sound of clothes rustling—the drop of a heavy pair of pants against the tiled floor—recapturing your delicate attention.

With an affirmative nod, Jouno pulls his hand from yours, the action more tender than anything he’s performed all night, grinning at the discontented little whine that sounds at the back of your throat. 

“How curious,” he murmurs to himself, Tecchou busy unbuckling his belt and shoving at his waistband. “Even after all I’ve put you though, you’re still seeking comfort in me, huh?” 

You can’t say anything, can’t do anything but nod dumbly and gurgle to yourself, mind stuffed full of the solace that comes with the promise of repose. 

The mattress dimples as Tecchou crawls between your legs, knees spread wide and digging into your thighs, effectively keeping them open and wide. He wraps a palm around the base of his cock, massive and drooling out thick dollops of pre-cum, fat crystalline drops that roll down the shaft to pool in the creases of his fisted fingers. 

“Tecchou, T—Tecchou,” you’re whimpering as you reach for him, the name a knotted mess, soaked in spit, hands little grasping claws at the space between the two of you, desperate for the man that has been so sweet, so sympathetic, to end this, to take the pain away and relieve the bulging pressure in your gut, finally. 

“She’s been on the verge of cumming for hours,” Jouno says nonchalantly, concentrated on the dirt he’s cleaning from his nails. “She’ll probably cum within seconds of you shoving your cock into her.” 

“Shh,” he hushes you gently, taking your shivering body in his strong arms, your fingers scrabbling at his shoulders. “I’ve got you, I’m gonna make it feel better, hush, now.” 

The head of his cock bumps against your hole bluntly, taking a moment to find its proper place before he pushes into you, pace slow and steady. He’s fucking huge, thicker than anything you’ve ever taken before, and you can feel your delicate flesh stretching, straining, splitting to accommodate him, cute little hole sucking him in, gorging on his cock as it stuffs you full. 

The sting isn’t too terrible, though, his motions aided by how embarrassingly aroused you are, another onslaught of slick streaming down his shaft as he bottoms out, head pressed snug to your cervix, juices pooling in the folds of his heavy balls. 

And, as always, Jouno was right.

Because it’s over pathetically quickly, only a mere three snaps of his hips before you’re creaming all over him, tears cascading down your cheeks in glittering streams, collecting in the hollows of your tired eyes and leaking into the hair at your temples. 

Tecchou doesn’t fair much better, though, collected composure splintering beneath the pleasure as your cunt convulses around him, the whines flowing from his lips stuttered by the uneven rutting of his hips, hard and fast and flexing against your body. 

“Holy fuck,” he’s gasping out, a dewdrop of sweat running down the bridge of his nose. “H-Holy fuck, she’s—she’s so tight, she’s so tight, it’s so good—” 

It only takes a few more pumps before he’s following after you, cock pulsing almost viciously as it spurts load after load of thick, hot cum into you, so much so that you can feel it oozing out of you, seeping past his cock and rolling down your ass in fat globs to form shimmering ivory puddles in the ridges of the rumpled sheets. 

Sobs are still scraping your throat, lungs swelling painfully with them, so violent they have your whole body shuddering, expanding with each wail before it shrivels up again. Because the alleviation is so pure, so potent, so intense that you’ve gone boneless and pliant, your flesh rippling with chills. 

It feels so good, to finally have the tension that had wound your organs and muscles into tight knots releasing, tissues and fibers disentangling, dissolving, stress seeping through your pores; it feels too good, every brush of the threadbare bedspread against your sensitive skin nearly painful, as if your entire body is overexposed, nerves frayed to the nub.

It’s hard to stitch even a single word together now, letters unravelling at the seams, disintegrating into strands of smoke every time you try to grasp them.

But it’s okay; you don’t have to say anything, Tecchou gathering what’s left of your body in his arms.

“You did good, petal,” he pants out as he cradles you to his heaving chest, voice barely more than a wisp of breath. “You did so good for us.”

“Yes,” Jouno chimes in with a murmur and a small, knowing smile. “I think we’ve caught ourselves a very good girl.”   

[daenysx]

Hi!! First of all, I want to tell you that I love your writings! Your portrayal of Aemond is just *chef's kiss*. I would like to request some hurt/comfort with Aemond x reader if possible. Thank you in advance! <3

thank you for your request, angel, i'm so happy that you like my writing!! i hope you like this one too, i picked a plot which is a little too relatable to me, so here we go. ♡

send me your requests for drabbles

pins and needles. pins and needles. pins and needles.

people talk but the words are not clear. they laugh, they have endless conversations about their lives, they share funny memories with each other.

all you can do is sitting at the table and giving them fake smiles.

they are your friends, surely a dinner with them must feel good, right? you have plenty you'd like to share, you want to laugh at their jokes, you want to make them smile. your hands shake, your breathing's uneven, you're sure at some point you'll feel the world spin. you don't want to be here. you don't know how to leave the restaurant. will they talk after you leave? will they say how you can't even form a proper sentence without your voice shaking?

you hold onto your glass, you take a slow sip from it. the liquid tastes weird in your mouth. a friend next to you says something, then turns to you and asks, "right?"

risky question. you didn't even hear the story. you don't know how to answer. fuck. no, that's- no. you grab your phone and stand up. you try to smile but it's fake. "uhm, excuse me, i just have to call someone, i'll be back."

you don't want to come back.

you walk away, thankfully they are a big group, not all of them will notice your absence. the fresh air feels nice as you step outside. you take a few more steps and sit on the sidewalk. you try to take a deep breath, you fail. you look at your phone, fingers shaking as you search aemond's name.

aemond picks up the phone at the first ring. "sweetheart?"

you have to find your voice. "hey."

he knows what happens the moment he hears the little word. "are you okay?"

"can you- can you please come and get me?"

he grabbed the car keys already. "i'm on my way."

you try to stay calm as you wait for him. it's a short distance, all you have to do is waiting for him. he'll be here. he'll be here.

9 minutes 37 seconds, and aemond is here. he rushes when he sees you, you realize the image must be a little terrifying. he kneels in front of you, careful hands on your face. "hey, i'm here. you're with me, pretty girl."

you hold onto him, he holds you the best he can. the angle's weird but he doesn't care. you cry into his neck, you can't breathe. you don't wanna be like this, there's no reason and look at you, crying in your lover's arms. aemond rubs your back, his knees must hurt. he kisses your forehead, just keeps his warm lips on your skin. "i got you. you're safe, hmm? you know i'm here, i'm with you."

you nod, you feel better. you are not alone. he's here, with you. "my friends- they're inside, i just-" you mumble, the words lost in your mouth.

"do you have your things with you? yeah, you have, baby. let me take you home, i'll just call them and tell them you got sick." he kisses your head. "it's okay. everything's okay. i'll make sure everything's fine, let's go back to car."

he helps you to the car, never lets go of your hand. he buckles your seatbelt. you just feel tired, the loud voices and your fake smiles carve a space in your mind. you close your eyes, teardrops fall. it's okay, it's just okay.

aemond takes you home. he keeps his hands on you all the time. a hand on your thigh as he drives and his arm around your waist as he leads you inside. the bedroom is quiet, you walk towards bed and let yourself relax for a minute. you can hear aemond's muffled voice, he's in the kitchen, talks to one of your friends who he knows and probably tells them you're sick but safe with him. you close your eyes, you don't even want to remember how you felt.

he comes next to you, sits on the edge of the bed. "can i hold your hand?" he asks, with a cautious tone. you give him your hand and he squeezes it, helps you remember you're safe. you're with him, you're safe, everything's okay.

"do you want to tell me what happened?" he asks, almost whispers.

you shrug. "i'm not sure i know what happened."

he shakes his head. "baby-" he collects his words. "you know what? we don't have to talk about it. we don't have to talk at all."

"aemond," you say, pull his hand closer to your lips and press a little kiss on the back of it. "thank you for coming. thank you for- for being with me."

he cups your cheek, gathering his thoughts again with a smile. "you don't have to thank me. you call, i come to you, that's our deal."

a teardrop falls. "i just felt like i didn't belong there. they were- they are so confident, so happy with their lives, and i don't even know if i do things right with mine."

he lays on bed silently, pulls you on his body so that you can use him like a pillow. now you can tell everything to him without worrying about having an eye contact. "they're my friends but it's like there's a distance between us. i thought i'd have fun, i didn't, i just felt terrible instead." you continue, sobbing.

aemond forces himself to stay calm. he should stay calm for you, he should help you feel like yourself again. he just rubs your back, the physical contact always works the best.

"i shouldn't doubt myself so much, should i? i'm doing the things i want but none of them seems worthy enough to have a conversation about." you whisper, too lost in your own thoughts and tears.

aemond lifts you suddenly, he sits on bed, and you're on his lap. he takes off your sweater with confident fingers, leaving you with a small tank top, freeing you from the heat that makes your cheeks flush. he pulls your hair from your face, brushes away your tears, and kisses your lips.

the kiss goes on, you find it easy to move your lips against his. the act of taking a deep breath is not so hard now, he shares his breaths with you. you kiss him for what feels like hours, your head not spinning now. your heartbeat turns normal slowly, you hold onto his hair, your shaky fingers become sure of the movement after each second.

he ends the kiss by holding the back of your head gently. foreheads pressed together, you are okay. you are okay, he's here. he kisses you better. he just knows how to kiss you better.

"you're allowed to feel bad even when you're with the people you like, sweetheart. you're allowed to be nervous, to not enjoy conversations around you, to not feel the best all the time." he kisses your forehead after each sentence.

"everything's okay, you didn't do anything wrong." he wants you to make sure you know the obvious fact, "you did good, leaving the place you're uncomfortable in and calling me to get you."

you nod, "thank you for saying these."

he squeezes your hand. "sweet thing." he kisses the back of your hand. "i just want you to feel good."

"i'm good." you say. "i'll be good."

aemond nods, "i was watching that tarantino movie you love so much before you called. would you like to join me? you can tell me everything i don't know about it."

you know he's lying, he wasn't watching your comfort movie before you called. he just wants you to feel better, offering something he knows you won't resist. you nod, give him a smile.

"come on, change your clothes. i'll make us some tea." aemond says, watching you take your jeans off with a longing smile on his lips.

[cupidjyu]

hii could you write an angsty younghoon scenario?? i just some of my most important final exams and uh its not looking great for me💀💀 needa cry my guts out to feel better😭😭 how r ur finals going?

i need you

younghoon x reader (request)

genre: light angst, hurt/comfort, hugging, apologies notes: i wasn't sure if you wanted like sad angst?? but i figured that hurt/comfort would work more since you aren't doing too well with exams :) and my finals went okay! word count: 0.8k

You heard the familiar click of the door unlocking and so you jumped up from the couch to greet your boyfriend. You were very excited to see him, just like you are every day. You absolutely adore the sight of his pretty face and the feeling of his warm hugs.

When the door opened, you smiled. “Hoonie! I missed you.” You approached him to wrap your arms around him like you usually do, but his response gets you frowning. He doesn’t necessarily push you off, but he kind of blocks you from hugging him with his arm.

Your smile fell as you looked at him with worry. “Everything okay?”

“Mhm,” He hummed, blinking with exhaustion. You stared as he walked around the room to put down his things and take off his coat. Immediately, you knew that he was in a bad mood and you couldn’t help but feel uneasy.

And even though you knew you shouldn’t, you kept on pushing him for answers. It wasn’t to bother him, you just wanted to take care of him.

“Younghoon.” You appeared behind him. He was currently eating the leftover dinner from last night, slightly slouched over the counter. His eyebrows were furrowed already.

“Yeah?” He didn’t even look at you.

“Are you sure everything’s okay?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” He sighed. “Everything’s fine.” But, his tone was harsh. Not convincing at all.

You stared at him, trying to figure out what to do. You’ve never seen him so upset, with his usual calming nature. “You know…” You placed a gentle hand on his shoulder, making him flinch. “If you need someone to talk to, I’m–”

“I don’t need anyone.” He suddenly snapped. Your breath hitched. And what really felt like a sharp needle in your heart, was the fact that he looked directly at you when he said “anyone”. It was as if to say he specifically did not need you.

“Oh, I–” You could already feel the tears pricking your eyes. “I’ll just go then.” You awkwardly pointed at the bedroom, feeling like you would burst into cries right then and there. As you turned around, you didn’t see the way his face immediately formed regret as his hand reached out for you.

About an hour later, you were sitting in bed, scrolling through your phone. You haven’t made any move to leave the room because you didn’t quite know how to act if you faced him again. He really isn’t always like this, the only other time this has happened was when there was an issue at work. 

You were startled when he walked into the room, like a miserable puppy in the rain, his head hung low. You stared at him with surprise.

“Younghoon?”

“I’m sorry.” He gazed at you with sad eyes. Hesitantly, he went to where you were and sat in front of you, his legs crossed. He slowly took your hand in his, almost fearful that you would pull away. But instead, you looked at him with curiosity.

“Are you going to tell me now?” You asked, skeptically.

He nodded his head slowly before sighing, “It’s just that people were mean at work today. They said some stuff behind my back and it sort of hurt my confidence.” Tears pricked his eyes, making your heartbreak. “I’m sorry for lashing out at you before. I really didn’t mean to.” A single teardrop fell from his eyes. “I shouldn’t have taken it out on you. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“You didn’t hurt me.”

“I did.” He looked at you. “I can see it in your eyes. I’m sorry.”

You stared at him, your eyes softening when you noticed that he truly looked guilty. His lips were pulled into a pout and his eyes were watery, threatening to spill over. 

“It’s okay, we all have our bad days,” You whispered. You opened your arms and pulled him in. Immediately, you felt tears stain the back of your shirt and small noises from his throat. You held him tighter. 

“Please don’t misunderstand,” He mumbled, his voice wavering with cries. “I do need you. I don’t know what I would do without you.”

You froze for a moment before relaxing and nodding as you rubbed your hand across his back soothingly. 

“Just be sure that you don’t hide anything from me anymore, okay? I’ll always be there to help.” Your hand came up to stroke his hair as he melted into your touch.

“Okay.”

It was silent.

And then he whispered again, “I love you.”

You smiled. “I love you too.”

“Can you…” He pulled away, sniffling. You stared at him intently. “Can you hold me for the rest of the night?”

You giggled, “Of course, handsome.”

Younghoon smiled for the first time that night.

It’s in these tender moments, that they might hurt. But then again, it can also bring you just that bit closer. 

[adhbombus]

I uhhh drew all of them, and made them all queer. They're all asexual btw. More under the cut

Edit: also most of them are polyamorous now lmao

Exitors

8-Ball - Aromantic Panagender Any/None

Bracelety - Homoaesthetic Sapphic She/Her

David - Nameself It/David

Dora - Non-Binary Lesbian She/It

Firey Jr. - Transfeminine Lesbian She/Her

Liy - Abromantic She/Her

Match - Transfeminine Polyamorous Lesbian Demigirl She/It/Ze

Pencil - Polyamorous Transmasculine Lesbian She/Co

Roboty - Orchidromantic Gendervoid He/ Ey

Stapy - Heteroflexible Transmasculine He/Him

Have Cots

Balloony - Biromantic He/Him

Bubble - Polyamorous Transneutral Xenic Lesbian She/Voi

Gelatin - Aromantic Lovequeer Slimesilly (coined by me, a combo of sillygender and googeneder) He/Squish

Leafy - Panromantic She/Her

Lollipop - Transfeminine Lovequeer She/They

Ruby - Polyamorous Lesbian She/Her

Teardrop - Cassromantic Lovequeer Quiogirl She/Shem

Team8s

Barf Bag - Transneutral Lesbian She/Her

Coiny - Polyamorous Biromantic Transmasculine He/Him

Donut - Biromantic He/Him

Gatey - Transfeminine Lesbian She/Her

Needle - Lesbian She/Her

Pin - Polyamorous Transfeminine Biromantic Demigirl She/Her

Saw - Tomboy Lesbian She/Her

The Strongest Team on Earth

Basketball - Transfeminine Aromantic She/Her

Bell - Platoniromantic Lesbian She/Her

Eggy - Panromantic She/Her

Foldy - Homoflexible - She/Her

Grassy - Child He/Grassy

Robot Flower - Moongender Sapphic She/It/Lun

Snowball - Polyamorous Achillean He/Him

Death P.A.C.T. Again

Black Hole - Polyamorous Panromantic Neutrois He/It

Fanny - Transmasculine Polyamorous Agender Lesbian She/Her

Lightning - Transmasculine Ambiamorous Aegoromantic He/They

Marker - Agender Panaesthetic Oriented Aroace - He/She/It

Pie - Polyamorous Cassromantic Cassgender - She/He

Remote - Lovequeer Polyamorous Queerplatonic Abromantic Librafeminine She/He/It

Tree - Demiromantic Polyamorous He/Fall

Have Nots

Blocky - Polyamorous Gay Bear He/Him

Firey - Biromantic Polyamorous He/Him

Flower - Ambiamorous Lesbian She/Her

Loser - Non-Binary Companionate He/She

Spongey - Aromantic Panalterous He/Him

Taco - Transfeminine Lesbian She/Her

Woody - Non-Binary Uranian He/It

Just Not

Bomby - Paramasculine Librafeminine Panromantic She/He

Book - Agender Biromantic Polyamorous She/Her

Cake - Transmasculine Gender Non Conforming Femboy Vincian He/Him

Naily - Sapphic Catgender Paragirl She/Nya

Nickel - Aromantic Genderfluid He/Any

Pillow - Lunarian Lesbian She/Thon

Price Tag - Catgender Non-Binary Trixic They/Nya

The S!

Bottle - Polyamorous Omniromantic She/Her

Clock - Non-Binary Transfeminine Trixic He/Him

Cloudy - Transmasculine Oriented Aroace Magpiehoarder

Ice Cube - Polyamorous Poyromantic She/Her

Rocky - Child He/It

Winner - Agender Neptunic They/Them

Yellow Face - Omniromantic Non-Binary He/It

Are You Okay?

Eraser - Polyamorous Homoromantic He/Him

Fries - Quioromantic Queerplatonic - He/They

Golf Ball - Transfeminine Biromantic She/Her

Pen - Polyamorous Transmasculine Uranic - He/Him

Puffball - Queerplatonic Librafeminine - She/They/It

Tennis Ball - Transneutral Biromantic He/Him

TV - Aromantic Agender He/It

Hosts (and Profiley)

Announcer - Genderless Aromantic Bootian - He/Him

Four - Agender Googender Polyromantic - He/They/It

Profile Picture - Non-Binary Queerplatonic Polyromantic They/Them

Purple Face - Anattractional Specrum Hazardgender Cringecoric He/It

Two - Neurocollector Questioning They/She(?)

X - Non-Binary Autigender Genderfluffy Demiromantic He/They/She

The Bg color for the las one is taken from the last scene we have with the four bfb hosts (x is in the stinger but yk what i mean) the color us the same as the wooden boards on the "next season???" sign

[buddicat]

BRING IT ON.

bfdi 1: take the plunge bfdi 2: barriers and pitfalls bfdi 3: are you smarter than a snowball? bfdi 4: sweet tooth bfdi 5: bridge crossing bfdi 6: power of three bfdi 7: bfdi 8: cycle of life bfdi 9: bfdi 10: crybaby! bfdi 11: lofty bfdi 12: bfdi 13: don't lose your marbles bfdi 14: half a loaf is better than none bfdi 15: vomitaco bfdi 16: the reveal bfdi 17: reveal novum bfdi 18: recission bfdi 19: bowling, now with explosions! (?) bfdi 20: gardening hero bfdi 21: bfdi 22: bfdi 23: hurtful! bfdi 24: insectophobe's nightmare 2 bfdi 25: return of the hang glider bfdia 1: yeah, who? i wanna know bfdia 2: get digging bfdia 3: zeeky boogy doog bfdia 4: insectophobe's nightmare 3 bfdia 5a: get in the van bfdia 5b (the game) bfdia 5c: no more snow! bfdia 5d: bfdia 5e: the long lost yoyle city idfb 1: welcome back bfb 1: getting teardrop to talk bfb 2: lick your way to freedom bfb 3: don't do this on a swingset bfb 4: today's very special episode bfb 5: fortunate ben bfb 6: four goes too far bfb 7: the liar ball you don't want bfb 8: questions answered bfb 9: this episode is about basketball bfb 10: enter the exit bfb 11: get to the top in 500 steps bfb 12: what do you think of roleplay? bfb 13: return of the rocket ship (the hype surrounding this was real) bfb 14: don't dig straight down (this one too!!!!) bfb 15: the four is lava bfb 16: the escape from four bfb 17: x marks the spot bfb 18: take the tower bfb 19: how loe can you grow? bfb 20: a taste of space bfb 21: bfb 22: who stole donut's diary? bfb 23: fashion for your face! bfb 24: the game has changed bfb 25: bfb 26: bfb 27: uprooting everything bfb 28: bfb = back from beginning bfb 29: sos (save our show) bfb 30: chapter complete tpot 1: you know those buttons don't do anything, right? tpot 2: the worst day of black hole's life tpot 3: getting puffball to think about rollercoasters tpot 4: gardening zero

contestants, i'll do this per team because it's easier for me tor emember LMAOO

abntt:

8-ball basketball golf ball tennis ball blocky grassy robot flower tv

tic:

donut barf bag gelatin naily spongy bomby firey jr bracelety

the losers (i forget abt them alot honestly):

leafy (after bfb 11) firey needle coiny pin loser cake clock eggy

bleh:

teardrop ice cube book gaty saw lollipop dora taco

iance:

pencil match bubble ruby flower snowball fanny lightning

death pact:

black hole liy tree pie bottle pen pillow remote

free food:

eraser bell fries yellow face puffball marker foldy stapy

beep:

roboty david leafy (originally) balloony cloudy rocky nickel woody

tpot newbies: winner + price tag

alr hosts.

announcer flower speaker box firey speaker box puffball speaker box four x purple face (i think that's it...)

seasons. quite easy if i say so myself

bfdi bfdia idfb bfb tpot

thank u for reading through this long ass thing! some eps might be there but in different placements (especially with insectophobe's nightmare 3 hfbjhjfg)

[woodrocko]

damn I like the plot and the characters 😭😭😭

Bfdi 1a: Take the plunge

bfdi 4: Sweet Tooth

bfdi 20: gardening hero

bfdia 3: zoogy boogey doog

bfdia 5a: get in the van

bfdia 5b: (that one game)

idfb 1: Welcome Back

bfb 12: DO YOU LIKE ROLEPLAY 👹

bfb 14: don’t dig straight down

bfb 22: Who stole donut’s diary

bfb 28: back from beginning

bfb 30: back from beginning

tpot 1: you rinow those buttons don’t do anything, right?

tpot 4: gardening zero

tpot 7: the seven wonder of goiky

Contestants:

pillow

blackhole

pie

tree

bottle

liy

pen

remote

flower

pencil

match

Fanny

lightning

snowball

bubble

ruby

eraser

bell

fries

puffball

yellow face

marker

stapy

foldy

tv

robot flower

golfball

tennis ball

basketball

8-ball

blocky

grassy

lollipop

saw

gaty

dora

teardrop

book

ice cube

taco

roboty

woody

balloony

rocky

cloudy

nickel

leafy

david

gelatin

donut

barf bag

bracelety

naily

Bomby

firey Jr.

spongey

loser

cake

eggy

pin

coiny

firey

clock

needle

winner

taggy

Teams:

The squishy cherries

the squashy grapes

death P.A.C.T

beep

bleh

team ice cube

the losers

a better name than that

free food

iance

are you okay

just not

the S!

death P.A.C.T

the strongest team on earth

team8s

hosts:

4

Announcer

2

x (for a few eps)

donut (for a few eps)

co-hosts:

x

purple face (co-co-host)

seasons:

bfdi

bfdia

idfb

bfb

tpot

aAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

[book-place]

The Door- (Avengers x reader platonic) It pained the avengers to talk about it, but the newest addition to the team didn’t know that

↳ What Happens in Sokovia- (Avengers x reader platonic) Lots of things took place during the Battle of Sokovia, many stories about what happened were yet to be told, especially your story

A Not so First Meeting- (Peter Parker x sister reader) Two people bumped into each other, one of them doesn’t know the other person. But the other missed them more than anything

Slipping Through My Fingers- (Natasha Romanoff x daughter reader) Growing up is hard, especially when seen through the mothers prospective

Rebelling Against Life- (Matt Murdock x teen reader, Foggy Nelson x teen reader, Karen Page x teen reader) Nelson and Murdock have a new intern. One who really does not seem to want to be there

Don’t Blame Me- (Wanda Maximoff x daughter reader, Vision x daughter reader) You were gone- and Wanda would do anything to get you back

A Shot of Ice Cream- (Peter Parker x sister reader) You need to get a shot. The only problem is that you have something along the lines of a phobia of needles

Two Months- (Peter Parker x reader platonic, Tony Stark x daughter reader) As Peters best friend, you feel that it’s your job to help him. Especially when it comes to something like this

Blanket of Grief- (Peter Parker x reader platonic) Peter had been there for you through it all, but you had not been there for him

Twick or Tweet- (Avengers x child reader) You do some early trick or treating around the tower

Mishaps- (Wade Wilson x reader platonic, Avengers x reader platonic) You and Wade aren’t that chaotic… right? <crossover>

Sight and Sound- (Matt Murdock x child reader, Foggy Nelson x child reader) You couldn’t hear and Matt couldn’t see- what a duo you two made

Rewrite the Past- (Clint Barton x reader platonic) You and Clint weren’t given a warning about what was to come, about the price that needed to be paid

Broken Glass- (Eddie Brock x reader platonic, Venom x reader platonic) Chaos always ensues when Eddie and Venom are around

Screaming at the World- (Peter Parker x sister reader) Even though he was told, Peter was still in denial that you wouldn’t be around for much longer

Yarn in a Tree- (Eddie Brock x reader platonic, Venom x reader platonic) You were just trying to make them some gifts, but it went terribly wrong

Gift Giving- (Avengers x reader platonic) You seek out the help of someone unexpected for advice on a certain holiday problem you were having

Home for Christmas- (Avengers x reader platonic) Your team surprised you after a long mission away

Most Wonderful Time- (Wanda Maximoff x daughter reader, Vision x daughter reader, Batfamily x reader platonic) An idea came to you suddenly about the flashbacks you had been having of your past life <crossover>

All I Want for Christmas- (Avengers x reader platonic) Something goes wrong on the mission that you were supposed to be on during Christmas

Teardrops on My Pillow- (Avengers x reader platonic) You can’t stand your ‘best friend’ anymore, and the avengers are there to comfort you

Guilty Conscience- (Peter Parker x sister reader) You’ve never felt more alone then you did after your uncles death

The Art of Remembering- (Steven Strange x reader platonic, Peter Parker x reader platonic) You were the only one that could cast the spell, but you refused to do so because you would lose your best friend

In a Heartbeat- (Peter Parker x sister reader, Tony Stark x reader platonic) You should have known that you would never have to go through anything alone with Peter as your brother

Movie Night Secrets- (Peter Parker x reader platonic) The one time you’re finally able to hang out with Peter, a big secret is let loose

Our Own Little Pack- (Jack Russell x reader platonic) You and Jack debate about what to have for breakfast

To Lose- (Bucky Barnes x sister reader) Everything was supposed to be fine, the Avengers were supposed to win. But they lost. Some more than others

Too Much Like Me- (Matt Murdock x daughter reader) You should have known that it was impossible to keep a secret from your dad

Everybody Wants to Rule the World- (Avengers x reader platonic) You became an avenger at a young age, and grew close with your team

Arcade- (Avengers x reader platonic, Steve Rogers x reader platonic, Bucky Barnes x reader platonic) There never seemed to be a down moment in your life, but your best friends always made it easier

Proud of You- (Tony Stark x sister reader) You tell Tony something you’ve been hiding

Resurfaced Memories- (Bucky Barnes x sister reader) Things seem to go back to how they used to be with you and Bucky, until it gets taken too far

The Avoiding Act- (Avengers x reader platonic) Your team hasn’t really seen you in over a week, and they start to grow worried

[cavernfog]

howdy hey how does a bfdi x pjo au sound

like the events of the books but with the contestants.. idk i’ll think of smth but here’s what i have under the read more

this is really messy but i’ll make it work somehow

CAMP HALF-OBJECT

camp counselors: Two, Four and X

(Two is supposed to be Chiron while Four is Mr.D, X is just there i guess lol)

campers: (Some not actually campers, the unclaimed are ones i can’t think of a godly parent to give)

LIGHTNING: son of zeus.

PUFFBALL: daughter of nike

TENNISBALL: son of hephaestus

FIREY: son of apollo

LEAFY: daughter of nemesis

GOLFBALL: daughter of athena

BELL: daughter of apollo

CLOUDY: son of hermes

TEARDROP: daughter of ares(? maybe i’ll change it to poseidon..i might do that..)

BLACK HOLE: son of hades

TREE: son of demeter

FLOWER: daughter of aphrodite

BASKETBALL: daughter of hephaestus

YELLOW FACE: son of hermes

LOLLIPOP: daughter of hermes

WINNER: child of nike

PILLOW: daughter of ares

FANNY: daughter of nemesis

LOSER: son of nike)

PRICE-TAG: child of hermes

NAILY: unclaimed

FRIES: son of demeter

GELATIN: son of dionysus

Donut: son of athena

ICE CUBE: daughter of nemesis

GATY: unclaimed

LIY: daughter of athena

BOTTLE: unclaimed

MARKER: son of demeter

MATCH: daughter of aphrodite

PENCIL: unclaimed

BOOK: daughter of Athena

CAKE: son of apollo

CLOCK: son of

NICKEL: son of apollo

PIN: daughter of athena

COINY: unclaimed

SNOWBALL: son of ares

GRASSY: son of ares

ERASER: unclaimed

BOMBY: unclaimed

NEEDLE: daughter of ares

BARF BAG: unclaimed

FIREY JR (known as jr):

PEN: unclaimed

BLOCKY: unclaimed

REMOTE: daughter of hephaestus

TV (known as TEEV): son of hephaestus

BALLOONY: unclaimed

PIE: daughter of hypnos

WOODY: unclaimed

SPONGY: unclaimed

STAPY: unclaimed

EGGY: unclaimed

BRACELETY: unclaimed

SAW: unclaimed

8-BALL: unclaimed

TACO: unclaimed

PROFILY: satyr

ROBOTY: unclaimed

[mumpsetc]

needle x teardrop perhaps? :) i hope you've been doing well by the way!!

Needle x Teardrop is a Ship I've Actually Never Really Considered! I Do Think It Has Potential for Cute Interactions Since Both TD and Needle are Pretty "Take No Shit" in a Way I Think Would Mesh Well But I've Always Been Fondest of Needle in a Sort of Third Wheel Role to Coinpin.

[indrawzcord]

NEEDLE x TEARDROP MY BELOVED

[aparticularbandit]

Grief

Summary: You don’t want Eve to see you cry.  She does anyway.

Eve Fletcher x Reader Rating: G.

You cry, sometimes, when you think Eve isn’t around to see it.

It’s not that you think she won’t do her best to help you feel better.  You know that she will.  But you also know just how easily Eve cries, and the two of you would just end up being a singular crying mess, and she would feel bad because she was crying when she wants you to be able to have your sob session and she doesn’t want you to feel the need to comfort her and—

It is easier to cry when she isn’t around to see it.

You tell yourself that, but when you sit in bed with your arms wrapped around your pillow, squeezing it tightly against your stomach and hunched over, trying your best to breathe around the ache in the back of your throat while tears stream out of your eyes and only momentarily stain your pillowcase, you think, well, it would be nice if Eve was here.  Even if she ended up crying, too.

Because at least you wouldn’t be alone.

~

The grief comes and it goes.

That’s the worst part of it, really, that you can’t always tell when, exactly, it will hit.  You know that there are some things you absolutely cannot think about without crying (Roald Dahl, for instance, because you can still hear it being read aloud, still hear it with all of the different voices, all musical and lilting or harsh and snobbish or half-broken and needling, which is why you absolutely cannot see Matilda right now, no matter how much you love Miss Honey), so you’re good about not contemplating them during times when you know Eve is going to be around, but then she’s cooking chocolate cinnamon cookies, and you smell the cinnamon, and you remember how your mom always loved cinnamon and how at Christmas your house always smelled of it because she would buy all of those cinnamon-scented pinecones and throw them everywhere and buy all of the cinnamon-scented candles and—

You rush to the bedroom as quickly as you can because you don’t want Eve to see, but you hear her say your name as you run and can only hope that the cookies are too close to being done that she can’t leave without them being stuck in the oven and burning.

Of course, that’s too much to hope.  Probably they’re already done, probably she was already grabbing them out of the oven when you got back and started racing to your bedroom, because within a few moments, Eve is there with you, tugging forest green oven mitts with stained white flowers off of her hands.  You can’t even really make her out with how teary your eyes are, and as soon as you notice her, you bend forward so that your face is tucked against your legs.  “I’m fine,” you say with a raspy voice that sounds anything but fine.  “You can go back to the cookies.”

“You are not fine.”

You feel the weight of Eve pressing into the mattress before she scootches up next to you, her thigh just against the curve of your ass.  Eve runs a hand gentle up and down your back, scratching lightly.  “You want to talk about it?”

“No.”  You muffle your words against your legs.

Her hand doesn’t still.  “Want me to leave you alone?”

You hesitate, and then it comes out as one long whine.  “No.” It’s instinctual, the way you move from your lap into hers, the way she cradles you there while she just keeps running one hand up and down your back.  You take a deep shuddering breath and almost miss the teardrop that lands between your shoulder blades.  Almost. But you don’t miss her sniffling or the way her other hand lifts.  “I…I didn’t mean to…to make you—”

“You’re fine.”  Eve’s voice doesn’t sound as raw as yours does, but you can hear the tears she’s holding back anyway.  She sniffles again.  “You just…you keep crying until you don’t want to anymore.”

For a moment, you are tempted to nod against her ankles, but you can’t let yourself do that.  You pull yourself back and look up and see her eyes rimmed with red and the tears that are pooling there, that she’s doing her best not to let spill, even though you can see a couple of tear tracks along her cheeks, too.  You brush a finger under her eyes, gently wiping her tears away.

“Don’t.”  Eve tries to look away, rubs at her eyes with her sleeve. “You’re sad.  You get to be sad.  You don’t have to….  You don’t have to comfort me.”

But you curl up against her chest easily enough, rest your head in the crook of her neck, and feel yourself shudder with sadness again before you relax against her.  “It’s comforting,” you say, finally, voice still rough, “to comfort someone else.” You swallow around the lump in your throat, try not to cry again, but let the tears fall where they may.  “It helps.”

Eve brushes a hand through your hair and then kisses your forehead. “Then I’m glad to help.”

~

Later, chewing on a chocolate cinnamon cookie, you almost choke on your grief again, but this time, you don’t leave.  You simply take a deep breath, swallow, and glance up at Eve again. “The cookies are…are good,” you say, offering her a watery smile.

Eve reaches over, gently brushes away the tears threatening to spill over, and offers you a caring smile of her own back. “I’m glad.  I made them just for you.”

[bfdifan26]

I want teardrop x flower x pillow x needle.

i think they should all kill together

[inanimatez]

FMZ/MURDERFURRIES MASTERPOST!

BFB/TPOT

8-ball |

announcer |

balloony | rat |

barf bag | opossum |

basketball |

bell |

black hole |

blocky |

bomby |

book |

bottle |

bracelety |

bubble |

cake |

clock |

cloudy | bunny/pegasus hybrid* | cirrus

coiny | cat/dog hybrid (or, kaline)

david |

donut |

dora |

eggy | ???

eraser |

fanny | robot frilled lizard

firey | chimera/phoenix hybrid

firey jr | chimera/phoenix hybrid

flower |

foldy |

four | "fax" cat/ferret/fox hybrid | tesseris

fries |

gaty |

gelatin | cat | jelly

golf ball |

grassy |

ice cube | polar bear | polly

leafy | fox | foli

lightning |

liy | wolf | periwinkle (goes by silver)

lollipop |

loser |

marker |

match |

naily |

needle |

nickel |

pen |

pencil |

pie |

pillow |

pin | unicat | carmine

price tag |

profily |

puffball | unicorn/cat/pegasus hybrid | sprinkles

purple face |

remote | protogen |

robot flower | robot

roboty | protogen

rocky | vole |

ruby | unicat |

saw |

snowball |

stapy |

spongy |

taco |

teardrop |

tennis ball |

tree | deer/fox hybrid |

tv |

winner |

woody |

x |

yellow face |

[botanist-phin]

I want teardrop x flower x pillow x needle.

thats one big lesbian polycule!