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[imagineanime2022]

The Undateables With An S/O With C-PTSD

Solomon X Reader, Simeon X Reader, Diavolo X Reader, Barbatos X Reader

Requested: Anon

Request: Hello! Hope your doing well! Can I please request the obey me dateables (Diavolo, Barbatos, Simeon, and Solomon's) and brothers (if that's okay) with an mc who has c-ptsd? Like what would they do when their s/o was having a horrible flashbacks and like scream crying? Only if you're comfortable with that kind of stuff of course! Thank you!

Disclaimer: I don't suffer from C-PTSD and I don't mean to offend or upset anyone that does, I did some research before writing this but I know that's not the same as actually suffering from it, so please don't take any of this as advice or guidance please talk to a professional

Warnings (none specifically mentioned, talked about in general terms): Trauma and trigger, Flashbacks, nightmares, symptoms of C-PTSD

Brothers Ver.

Solomon

✨ Solomon was pretty clued up on things, you didn’t have to tell him what you were suffering he figured it out as he got to know you. ✨ He never asked what it was that caused it, he figured that it was something you didn’t want to talk about and honestly he was not a professional that actually helped you fix it, so making you relive it was pointless. ✨ Saying that if you wanted to talk about whatever was triggering you, he was more than happy to listen, he only wanted you to be comfortable. ✨ Instead he dealt with the symptoms and helped you where he could. ✨ The first thing he realised was that you weren’t sleeping very well so he moved you into Purgatory Hall with him. Set up an extra bed so you could choose whether you wanted to sleep with him or on your own and never took offence when you chose the latter. ✨ He always woke up when you were having a nightmare no matter where you slept, he was careful as he woke up, to make sure he didn’t scare you further or end up feeling bad for hurting him. ✨ There had been times when you woke up but you weren’t necessarily there. He was careful when he brought you back and when he was sure that you were with him, he’d ask what you needed. ✨ When you were with other people he was clear in his instructions for what they needed to do when something went wrong, it was easier with the angels than with the demon brothers but he did his best either way. ✨ Solomon without a doubt was a presence that you always felt a safe one, someone that you always pushed back to. ✨ “I’m here for you. You’re not alone.” and he meant it.

Simeon

😇 Simeon was probably the best person to be around when it came to C-PTSD, he was calm, soft-spoken and very rarely involved himself in anything too crazy. 😇 He’s also the most observant, he can see an episode coming on and put himself between you and everything else. He’d ask if you know what it was that caused the panic. 😇 If you know he’ll attempt to remove the trigger and if you don’t he’ll just remove you from the situation entirely. 😇 In the event that you have a flashback or intrusive thought revolving around the trauma he’s careful with you. 😇 He reminds you of your strengths and tries to get you to focus on them until you’re feeling better. 😇 He’s easy to talk to and sometimes you don’t even realise that you are venting to him until you are well into it, he just listens and only interrupts if he sees that you are working yourself up in a bad way. 😇 Simeon was used to creating a structure for someone else because of Luke and offered to help you create one for yourself now that you were living in a completely different realm. 😇 Simeon always reassured you that there was nothing wrong with you for reacting the way that you were, he had for the most part put together what had happened to you. 😇 Simeon supported you in any way that could, got you everything that you needed and tried to provide an environment where you could thrive. 😇 "There is nothing wrong with the way you feel about what happened. There is nothing wrong with you. You are not crazy.” and he'd keep saying even if you didn't believe him.

Diavolo

👑 In all honesty he did not understand a single thing about your condition, demons didn’t usually get these illnesses they caused them and none of them stuck around to see what it was. 👑 The first time that he witnessed a reaction to something that reminded you of your trauma he panicked but lucky for him Barbatos did a lot of reading and calmed you both down. 👑 He hated that he didn’t know how to help you so he asked you. 👑 He listened carefully to what you told him and even made notes for later use. He asked you if there was anything that you needed to change in your living environment and reminded you that nothing you wanted was a burden. 👑 Diavolo would try to make everything as comfortable as he could for you, even if that meant arranging online lessons for you. 👑 The one thing he struggled with was the mood changes but only because he didn’t like seeing you angry or sad. 👑 He tried his best to help you focus on something else, he’d even asked you to write a list of things you found comforting Devildom and he’d drop everything to get something from the list or take to a place on it to help you calm down. 👑 Diavolo would probably be afraid to ask about the root of the problem so he often stirred clear of it himself without even realising it but he’d never stop you from talking about it. 👑 He was a very touchy person so it was hard at first but he’s careful with physical touch waiting for you to initiate it and only doing what had done to him and if he didn’t know what to say he’d tell you that instead saying something that wasn’t sincere 👑 “I’m not sure what to say right now, can I stay here with you for a while?” and he'd stay there (in silence if he had to) until he was sure that you were okay.

Barbatos

🫖 Barbatos knew the most but probably had the most work to do, he was used to serving people and being there for them but that could also be suffocating. 🫖 He was very good at helping with the physical ailments, the body aches, the headaches and shivers, the emotional stuff was a little harder. 🫖 He’d been trained to keep his emotions in check so he had to remember that when you asked him something or expressed something you needed a sincere reaction or declaration. 🫖 Barbatos was very good at announcing his presence so that he didn’t scare you. 🫖 He was an amazing listener and an even better supporting pillar. He’ll be the one apologising even though he never hurt you. 🫖 When you were finding it hard to concentrate on tasks or seemed particularly hypervigilant he’d ask what you wanted to do. 🫖 He was really good at noting, remembering and removing triggers from your immediate environment. 🫖 He was the best for consistency and structure, he was in a very good daily structure his work demanded it so if it helped he’d add you into it. 🫖 He was always direct with what he wanted to say to you and would often remind you that perfection did not exist and you don’t need to strive for it, mistakes were normal and always will be. 🫖 “You’ve been through more than anyone should. I know I didn’t do it, but I’m sorry.” he said it, if only to prove that you deserved an apology for what had happened to you.

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[imaginefan]

I Don't Love Him

Damon Salvatore X Fem!Reader Stefan Salvatore X Fem!Reader

Word Count: 620

Requested: Anon

Request: Can you do a one shot where reader is sired to Stefan but she's with Damon? The truth comes out that the reader has feelings for Stefan even though she never realized it. Thank you !!

You don’t really remember what happened the day that you turned, you just remember waking up and Stefan was leaning over you, Damon on your other side, you knew that something was different when you woke up and then they explained that you were a vampire.

For the first few days neither of them really left your side considering the track record for newly turned vampires in Mystic Falls was evil or dead. You were doing well and Stefan started to leave more often, Damon saw the way that you’d watch the door until he came home or follow him around the house. You had been dating Damon before you were turned but he was starting to realize that there was something different.

“Hey Stefan, have you noticed anything different about (Y/N)?” Damon asked as he sat at the kitchen table with his brother. “You mean apart from the fact that she’s a vampire?” He asked. “Very funny, I mean the fact that she follows you around like a lost puppy all the time or waits for you when you leave.” Damon explained. “She does?” Stefan asked. “When she was human she did love you, we became friends after you started dating Elena and we were both drinking away our heartbreak.” Damon answered as he looked at his brother. “Are you trying to say that she’s sired to me?” Stefan asked. “We could test the theory.” Damon shrugged. “How?” Stefan asked. “I have a plan.” Damon answered.

When you came back from shopping with Caroline and Elena, you were happy but the moment that you walked into the kitchen you were faced with, Damon and Stefan were fighting you don’t know what caused it but you pushed them apart with your new found strength before walking over to Damon and checking him over “(Y/N) leave him alone he doesn’t need your help.” Stefan said, your hand dropped from their place fussing over Damon as you looked at him. “Okay.” You said softly as you stepped away. “See I told you.” Damon said and you looked at them and frowned. “What’s going on?” You asked. “There’s something that we need to tell you.” Stefan said softly and you looked at him and waited for him to continue “we think that you are sired to me.” “W-what?” You asked “but that’s only supposed to happen when you love the vampire that turned you.” “You never really got rid of your feelings for Stefan, you probably just buried them.” Damon explained. “It’s okay…” “If it really bothers you we can find some way to get rid of the bond.” Stefan suggested. “I love Damon and you don’t love me, so I think that we should do that.” You nodded a tear falling down your cheek as you said it. Damon walked over, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you into his chest. “I’m sorry.” You mumbled softly. “There’s nothing to be sorry about.” Damon said as he pressed a kiss to your forehead. “Something feels different.” You said and Damon pulled you back to look at you properly. “What?” He asked. “(Y/N).” You looked at Stefan “let go of Damon.” you felt no compulsion to follow that order. “What happened?” You asked. “I guess us agreeing to get rid of the bond worked somehow, it might have been because it was my suggestion, it’s kind of like me telling you to forget about it.” Stefan explained. “Come on, let's get some rest, yeah?” Damon asked. “Then you can show me what you got when you went shopping.” “Alright…” You nodded as Damon led you out of the kitchen into the living room where all of your bags still were.

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[student-in-nightraven]

Thighs are my high

Nikolai Gogol x gn reader

Summary: Nikolai has the juiciest thighs and you ask him to crush your head with them (tsk tsk how perverted are you i would too)

Genre: suggestive, crack, comfort in the end

When you first met Nikolai the first thing you noticed about him was his big, godly, juicy thighs. Your mouth was basically drooling at that point, even though months passed those thighs would trigger something in you every single time you saw them, Nikolai of course knew, and this bastard kept messing with you, whenever he heard your footsteps in a room he'd immediately rush to a nearby couch or chair and sit either manspreading or one leg over the other, and everytime you saw it you couldn't breathe, your eye would start twitching and you tried to avoid him, until one day you couldn't take it anymore, plus Fyodor gave you extra work and you were exhausted, so when you saw Nikolai sitting on the couch with his his god crafted thighs you lost it, walking up to him "Nikolai" he replied with an enthusiastic "hm?"

"*Sigh*......crush my head with your thighs" "shto?"(means "what?" In Ukrainian), my mans was so bamboozled he questioned with his native language 💀

"crush my head with your thighs, please", Nikolai cackled like a maniac "Wow! I knew you liked my thighs but I didn't expect you to be so straightforward about it!" He had tears in his eyes from laughing, you glared up at him "so you knew?! *Gasp* is..IS THAT WHY EVERYTIME I WALKED IN YOU WERE CONVENIENTLY IN A SITTING POSITION THAT PORTRAYED YOUR GOD CRAFTED THIGHS PERFECTLY??" "*Cackle* God crafted? My my I wasn't ready for such flattery!"

He fanned his face with his hand laughing "oh you know damn well your thighs are gorgeous and you used that!" "Me? I was just being content with my body, you're the one who kept looking at my thighs like a wolf!" He dramatically brought a finger to his eyes wiping away a fake tear, you knew he was joking though.

You shook your head, too tired to snap back "look will you or will you not? It's a simple yes or no question" Nikolai brought a finger to his chin as if he was deep in thought "Hmm..I don't know, will you be able to handle my "godly" thighs? What if I crush you to death hm?" "It's the best way to go" his eyes went wide for a second but then he started giggling "okay okay, you may be crushed by my thighs! don't blame me for any damage tho~"

He leaned back on the couch, now laying horizontally, you crawled in between his legs and put your head between his inner thighs, the squishiest part✨

He giggled bringing his hand to pat your head, then pushing his upper body strength on his arms, keeping himself up in a sitting position, once he saw you were settled he slowly tightened his thighs around your head, every 5 seconds tighter and tighter, he wouldn't go as far as to suffocate you of course! After all you're one of the amusing and interesting people! It'd be a real shame if something were to happen to you, tho he would lie if he said he didn't enjoy this as much as you, a hint of red flush was visible on his cheeks, after sometime he finally let loose, he could see your red dazed face and he laughed "Well? Did you nearly suffocate? Tho that dreamy look on your face tells me that you enjoyed my "god crafted thighs" he teased,smirking, you laid your head down his thighs "yes I enjoyed it, it's a good way to let stress go" "hmm..Dos-kun overworked you didn't he?"

You nodded your head, he smiled and pet your hair "well dear, everytime he does that, you just tell me and me and my powerful thighs will cheer you up" he half joked, tho he said this in a joking way he really meant it "and maybe next time, you can squeeze my head with your thighs~"

You blushed but accepted the idea, now looking forward to when Fyodor would be a rat and overwork you, this man was flabbergasted when he saw you leaving his office happily after he gave you more work again, "What is wrong with them, did you put something in their drink?" He asked Nikolai, he shook his head in response "Nope! Let's just say that my thighs are their new religion" he smiled and Fyodor just had the biggest scowl on his face "I did not need to know that."

[bayporwave]

Before the students left Rek, the rakii had been in the process of developing their own AI. At first they were gifted such intelligence by the students, providing washed-down copies of themselves to add to their tech and craft management. But when the need for more personalized AI and general curiosity arose, they went to work, using the student provided AI as a base or reference point. From there, three types of AI sprouted off these projects: • Student AI - Highly valuable, practical holy relics of what remains of the students. These are "purest" AI and are strictly held within Iot's control, only able to function off student tech. There are only 4 existing and 2 remain within the Idle Library. These AI are again, much more watered-down and while are fairly sentient they aren't 100% sapient.

• Hybrid or Steward AI - A mix between student and rakii coding. Since rakii couldn't exactly copy paste the student AI's themselves, what was given, they managed add on it. These AI were specialized and trained to understand the workings of rakii history, and language, while also being able to work on both student and rakii devices. They are still held under Iot control but with special permission, they can be granted to important government official or funded servers. These AI are a tad more self-aware, understanding their purpose and history just fine.

• Factotum AI - Completely rakii made and trained AI. With little to no student involvement, these AI are either standard algorithmic run assistants or commercially used for things like personal computers, phones, self-driven vehicles (mainly rail cars and public transit) or vending machines. Not ALL devices have AI of course, as the general public have a lot of mixed feelings towards, not such distain but prefer to be the only one in control of their tools. On the upside, they are heavily regulated and lack any possibility for self-awareness or sapience. The ones displayed here are two steward AI named Wyrr'Yoii (left) and Booror (right). Wyrr'Yoii is currently housed on the lunar settlement, Wubu maintaining life support and security, taking the avatar of a temperate. They were handed over to the rakii aerospace committee by Iot, which is heavily funded by the city for the investment of seeking out their missing gods. Wyrr'Yoii is described to be standardly monotone and critical, yet easy-going and understanding. They know exactly where their functionally lies and are always willing to lookout for the inhabitants within them. They have long-range communication with ground control, and furthest orbiting station in their system, "The Needle of Shwati" (A Wubu settler checking in with Wyrr'Yoii)

Booror, is housed within an arctic government building in the Shto Dominion hence taking an arctic avatar. Having accepted trading offers and territory with Iot, they were later granted a steward to keep purpose tabs and documents on community. Ensuring those higher up are up-to-date with any possible trading changes. Though the general public are often wary of this development as recently there has been a project in the works of providing AI with RC units, wanting to see how these AI can interact with the physical world. One unit being an elaborate success, however the reactions of many were generally, "It looks creepy." and it became more of an underground project. (Cartographer Wa'chaa "Quiibii" Iot, speaking with Saiba in their RC unit)

[i-eat-deodorant]

when :3 :3 when are you go- gonna writ :3 :3 :3 write that sef indulgnet ba- [gets fucknig shto in the face]

WAIT WHICH ONE I KNOW WHO YOU ARE WHICH ONE ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

[just-a-funny-little-brain]

On the Edge

Critical Role: Bells Hells, Ashton & Orym, Ashton & Laudna, 1.1k

Summary: Ashton comes out of the blinding light unaware that they’re on the edge of a cliff. Laudna and Orym patch him up to the best of their abilities.

tw: panic attacks, Ashton-typical swearing

Read it on ao3!

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Ashton squints against the blinding white as they tighten their grip on the hammer, bracing against the light, the ringing, the images that are familiar but make no sense, it doesn’t make sense --

And then it’s gone. It’s... dark and something happened. Something had happened, they had been fighting...

“W... we won?” they croak out. “We did it?”

An acrid, sour smell pierces through his mental fog first. A familiar smell.

“What...” No way...  

“Where are we?” a familiar voice rings out. Laudna. Launda is here. Good. That’s good.

Ashton blinks against the sudden darkness, willing his good eye to adjust back from the blinding light. “Laudna? Where are you? Where is everybody?”

“I’m close, I’m- oh.”

She’s close. They can hear her, she’s just a few steps—

“Uh, Ashton, don’t—“

Falling, falling, he can’t stop, the ground is racing up, wet cobblestone and dirt and glass- why is there glass, there shouldn’t be glass, but there’s glass on the ground and rain and mud and blood and jade and amethyst and stone and they’re falling and falling and can’t stop, why can’t he stop why aren’t they stopping the ground is there and he’s falling—

“--shto--”

They’re falling, falling, and there’s lavender-- there’s lavender. Why is there lavender, that doesn’t make sense, nothing makes sense--

“Ash, hey! It’s--!”

Nothing... people. There are people. Nobodies? No, no Nobodies, not Nobodies, falling, falling, falling--  

“ Ashton... not real... safe... breathe...”

Safe... safe, not... not real, not falling. Breathe. L...lavender?  

Ashton forces a breath in, where it catches half way. They’re... sitting. How did they get to be sitting? 

“It’s alright, Ashton. Just breathe.”

Laudna. Laudna is here, and... Letters? Where’s Letters?

“Hey, hey, whoa, don’t move.”

Another voice... familiar...  

“Ash? You okay?” the voice continues. 

“What...”

“You were on a bit of an edge and, ah...” Laudna is tentative, apologetic. “You fell.”

The world spins, and falling, they’re falling, they can’t stop, and--  

Hands grab his arms. “Whoa, hey, you’re okay. You hit your head.”

Ashton blinks, squints, focuses their eye, damn their eye--  

Orym continues. “The dizziness will pass. Just breathe.”

A hand releases his left arm, and they register a dull ache in response. Suddenly pain, new pain, fresh pain comes flooding in, as if reminded that physical sensation exists.

“ Fuck . Ow.” Air hisses through their teeth.

There’s quiet for a moment, until lavender wafts through the air again. Lavender… from Orym?

“Just focus on this, okay? You’re here. You’re okay.”

“Well--”

Orym shoots a look at Laudna. “You’ll. Be. Fine.”

Ashton shifts so less of his weight is on their bad side and groans. “Where’s a fucking healer when you need one?”

Orym and Laudna exchange another look. “We, uh... we’re not sure.”

“It seems to be just the three of us!” Laudna says in that sing-songy voice she uses when she’s trying to convince everyone, herself included, that everything’s fine and that we really do not need to be freaking out right now.

“Fuck. Shit. Motherf--” They hiss as unexpected pain shoots from their right side this time. Gritting his teeth, he looks over at the source.

The pale green of his shoulder and arm is covered in near-black blood. The sides of their vest and pants are shredded, torn skin peaking through, but not nearly as bad as their arm.

“May I?” Orym asks.

Ashton nods and grits their teeth in preparation for some less-than-gentle healing. 

Instead, he watches as Orym reaches into his pack and pulls out some strips of cloth. Setting them on top of his pack, he kneels and starts whispering into the air. Slowly, green moss begins to grow from his hand, and Orym places it carefully along the bandages. Soon, the moss in his hands begins to be replaced by a white, lacy flower that Orym similarly lays along the bandages. 

It’s meditative, almost, watching Orym work. Ashton’s curiosity of what the halfling was doing distracted him enough that their breathing begins to get easier and their heart rate eventually slows. 

It also means that it takes them a moment before they notice Laudna, who has circled around to their newly-damaged side, begin humming as she makes small motions with her fingers. Her brow furrows slightly, despite the jaunty tune, and Ashton winces as he feels slivers of gold begin to settle back into the crevices.

“Sorry~” she whispers along with the music.

She’s methodical, working her way from the beginning of the damage on his shoulder, down his arm, then down his side and back. The song changes slightly as she switches between materials. The stone and metal produces a more punctuated song, while the fabric and leather is flowing, gentle.

Orym approaches with a bandage in hand. “Can I see your arm?”

Ashton eyes the package, suspicion dampening their curiosity.

“Sphagnum moss,” Orym explains, “to keep it protected and help with healing, and caraway to help prevent infection. Plus it smells good. Better than everything else around here anyway,” he says with half a smile.

After a moment’s hesitation, Ashton extends their arm towards him. Carefully, gently, Orym begins wrapping their wounds.

“Shit- ow - fuck-“ as they adjust to give better access to the damage.

“Sorry,” Orym mutters. “There. That’s as much as I can do, but it’s better than nothing, I hope?” 

Ashton reluctantly meets his gaze, the embarrassment starting to set in. “Yeah. Thanks.”

“Ashton?” Laudna sinks to the ground in front of him. “Are you alright?”

“I’m— fuck— i’m fine. Let’s just— fuck— let’s find the others and—“ They take a shaky breath.

“Ash,” Orym says gently. “It’s okay to not be fine. We’re here and we’re not leaving you.”

When it’s clear Ashton isn’t going to answer, Orym speaks again.

“It was the fall, wasn’t it.” A statement, not a question. “I’ve been there, where the memories come when you don’t want them to and you can’t make them stop. Still happens sometimes.”

“It doesn’t mean you’re weak though, Ashton,” Laudna chimes in. “I mean, I am, but that’s different,” she says with a sly smile as she moves her arms… more than they should. “But really. I get them too, memories of waking up in the tree or of the dinner. It’s okay though. And being around you all helps, and Imogen helps, and we want to help you too, Ashton.”

Ashton sighs. “Fuck you. Both of you,” they say without any vitriol. “Yeah. Yeah, okay? It was from the fall, but—“

“But that’s okay,” Laudna interrupts. 

Ashton sighs again. “Fuck. Yeah. Fine. I get it. Can we get out of here and find the others now?” They look up from the especially intriguing piece of rock he had been examining to find that his eyes had finally adjusted. The air is acrid and piercing, and little puffs of steam bubble up from the nearby pools. “Where even…” Slowly, the immediate details faded and the broader landscape sunk in. “Oh. Shit. Fuck .”

“What? Ashton what is it?”

“Do you know where we are, Ash?”

Fuck . “Yeah. Yeah I think I do.”

[the-firebird69]

Judge Halts Trump Election Interference Case, Suspends Deadlines (msn.com)

and i hate yoiu trump and this wont workf for you your an ass this post works for me stupid shit.

and eh balks and such yaps is a moron lol ahhaah lol.

the juddge clarified and said it is on hold until the appeal is heard and the word passes down and they still investigate yet formal investigations are slowed. and they send out special agents secretly and have. and no they dont have to stop nopenot by law but heck your doing your job on youalready.

and the case has not been suspended or moved to a diffent date still is march 4. and your a fool trump really you are.

al the dates are set none p ushed out either and reallythere is one date and far away so we know you are full of shit and realy fraud all over nd so much of it grom your group we are awash in it the judge says the last three sentances. and im here watching you torture hi our inventor and you are nothing of the kind he wnats charges brought is a vip and i will contact the doj and he thanks me.

and i bring suit on him he laghs and says tough one trump you try a lot and are shto down literally.

and he cringes. we see him fall his die. fast now. and will try need him out of the sherrifs and ohter and we push to do so he sherinkgs and was obnoxious. now havled still sizable not for long tons attack nz and his areas and headqurters it ramps up not down. sw him mining down in the tip of florida nand yes cadmium is great for cyborg and robots and such that iminate humans and he toutes himself as the ai guru and says it tookdaves and am him and more we see him cringing. good

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Zues Hera

Olympus

[rebelwith0utacause]

razbiram da imash potreba da se izolirash od sve zhivo i divo od vreme na vreme, ali ne znam so koj obraz im se ubacuvash pak na istite lugje ko nishto da ne se desilo po x vreme... mislam go take care of yourself honey, you do you, ali faktot e deka i tie lugje shto gi ostavash zad sebe treba nekako da se zashtitat od taa zaguba posho ne si just one solitary fuck on this planet, ima lugje shto actualy zavisat od tebe ili at the least kohabitiraat ist prostor. nema posle ljutish pa krevanje nosevi pa kurci palci zoshto nekoj te ignorira kako shto ti si gi ignoriral koga mozhda si im bil potreben. mnogu e lesno da rechesh fuck it all i da pobegnesh negde u pichkovac, idi da te vidam sredi si emocionalno i mentalno zdravje dur si aktiven uchesnik vo opshtestvoto.

[ofsavior]

mikey sees all evidently.

Mikey CALLED HAKKAI OUT. but I can’t believe Mitsuya’s the first one listed in Mikey’s letter... I bet Mikey was thinking it would be nice to visit that shop too.

poor Hakkai though. his crush is painfully obvious. but wow. the fact that Mikey saw through this all and was able to call it so well.

AND HE CALLED OUT CHIFUYU. DAMN MIKEY, SHTOS FIRED.

[yamsgarden]

Frame 048

Color testing for if I ever finish that little Niko animation

Idk which area I love the best, they’re all so beautiful

[heyyyharry]

SNEAK PEEK: Fever Dream (Flatmate Christmas Special)

...in which they share a hotel bed and Harry sees Santa Claus.

*The Flatmate series will be published as books*

Full: Wednesday, December 29, 2021.

Read full now on Patreon.

I'll write another exclusive Christmas piece for Patreon, that piece will be the Christmas chapter in the book version!

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Soaked in sweat, he wiggled out of the duvet. Y/N was asleep. He was surprised his coughing hadn’t woken her. She was sleeping on her side, facing away from him. He lay his head back on the pillow, staring at a crack in the ceiling and trying to fall back to sleep.

His eyes were shut for about five minutes when someone started pounding on the door. He jolted upright. Y/N did too, her eyes wide, terrified. The itching in his throat got worse, so he couldn’t speak, just gesturing for her to stay in bed as he got up to see who it was. It must be some kid pulling a prank. But then he checked the time on his phone, and it was 3AM. Must be some drunkard then.

The knocking got louder and harder, more personal. And if Harry wasn’t coughing so much, he would give this drunk motherfucker a piece of his mind.

He grabbed the handle and pulled the door open. “What the fuck?”

Standing before him was a white-bearded old man dressed as Santa Claus.

“Ho-ho-ho, Merry—”

“Who the fuck are you?” Harry asked. His throat had stopped itching. Thank God.

“I’m Santa Claus.”

“It’s three in the fucking morning, and it’s not even Christmas yet.”

“Oh, shit,” Santa said, pulled up his sleeve and checked his Rolex watch. “These elves keep fucking up my schedule. Sleigh!”

Harry was lowkey amused by whatever this was. He opened his mouth to make a comment, then suddenly a sleigh dragged by four flying reindeers burst through the window into the hallway. Glass shattered, making Harry flinch. Santa hopped on it, and they just whooshed right out of the building through the broken window.

Harry stood there for a whole minute. He rubbed his eyes, hard. What the fuck? Frightened, he immediately stepped back into the room and shut the door. “Y/N, you have no idea—”

He went stiff when he found Y/N sitting on the edge of his bed. Naked.

“Uh…” he tried to speak but didn’t know what to say. He was still pretty shocked by the Santa Claus thing, but this was even more bizarre.

Y/N put a finger on her lips in a playful manner as she batted her eyelashes at him, her tits jutting out invitingly. “Merry Christmas. Why don’t you come over here and fuck me?”

Harry’s cock twitched at the idea of it, but his other more useful head interrupted before he could speak. This was a fucking dream. He was dreaming.

“This is the ugliest room I’ve ever seen.”

The familiar Irish accent made Harry scream. He whipped his head to the corner and found Niall sitting in the armchair. And why was Niall wearing a suit and had a moustache? Harry snapped out of his thoughts, ran to the bed, and threw the duvet over Y/N’s naked body so Niall would stop staring. He wanted to leave this dream now. It wasn’t fun anymore.

“Now, Harry.” Niall clicked his pen and tapped it onto the notebook resting on his leg. Harry had no idea where they’d come from. “Let’s talk about the fact that your father doesn’t love you.”

“What the fuck? I love my dad and he loves me.”

“Oh.” Niall’s eyebrows furrowed as he stroked his moustache, which was still really fucking weird. “I think I got the wrong file.” He pulled out a file case from the back of the chair and flipped through it. “Oh yeah, I got Layla’s by mistake.”

“What?”

“Here’s yours! Let’s talk about the fact that you’re in love with Y/N but too afraid to admit it.”

[lipstickbisous]

Omg can I have a ship? 🥺🥰

amalia you already know i ship with you chris!! 💗

he's the daddiest of all daddies ugh! he's definitely soft daddy first, making sure his little girl is happy and safe at all times is #1. he loves to hold your hand doing anything, from cuddles to crossing the road to him pounding your little hole. after soft daddy, he can be the sternest man ever on the planet it's so unfair :( but when it is soft daddy hours, he'd love to do cutesy little things like braiding your hair or picking out outfits before going shopping or reading some stories before bed!!

[thebigqueer]

ohhhhh good news i'll probably be finishing this chapter faster than i anticipated which means ✨angsty tartarus fic✨ in Some Weeks That I Don't Know Yet

[sassqueenwithacat]

do you think about us? - LH song fic

a/n: sooo the plan here is to do a lil mini series where each of the guys has a little song based one shot....

warrning: a whole lot of swearing

song: Little mix: do you think about us

He was getting ready to go out again… The third time this week. I mean you couldn't blame him you were in Las Vegas after all, but it would be nice if he would stay here with you for just one night. You couldn't expect him to do so however as you two were not really anything, just two people having fun with eachother, cause tour gets logn and boring and stressfull.

You were in a girl band which got signed to open for the band on part of their american tour. You and Luke hit it off right away, it was like little fireworks everytime you touched. But that didn't stop him from also spending time with other girls while you couldn't stop yourself from only wanting him.

This was an especially hard and lonely day however, you haven't spoken to Luke once in the past week as he was too busy partying out with  the band and sleeping through the day. So when the rest of the girls from your band decided to go out for the night you thought fuck it and just went with them.

But nothing could prepare you for the first thing you saw when you made your way to the bar. It was Luke with his tounge down another girls mouth. »Five shots of tequila please.« you yelled over the blasting music to the waiter. »Oh hi y/n…« Luke muttered when he noticed you, »Hi Luke« you grabbed the shots and returned to your friends at their table. About three more rounds of shots in you decided that moping around and drinking your sorrow away won't really help you at all. So you decided that since you were there already you might as well have a little fun of your own.  Grabbing one of your friends hands you dragged her out to the dance floor and started dancing. Feeling a pair of hands wrap around your waist made you freeze  but your friend just gave you a thumbs up and turned her attention to some other guy. You started grinding to the beat with the unfamiliar guy behind you. »What the fuck are you doing« Luke was standing before you looking hot as ever but also extremely mad. »Dancing what's it look like?« you answered  »looks like your dryhumping the dude« Luke's breathing was getting faster he could feel his heartbeat pounding in his chest »So is this your boyfriend or something? Sorry dude i didn't know she isn't single« the guy behind you said to Luke looking apologetic… »No it's fine I am single… he is just… a friend right Lucas?« you looked over at Luke honestly the audacity of this bitch was unbelievable. »No I'm not and you know it damn well« he grabbed your hand and dragged you away from the guy. »Let go of me you fucking prick, you show up here like some fucking hero and treating me like I am doing the wrong thing while you go fuck everything with a fucking vagina.« You pulled free from his grip which was harder than expected seeing that Luke was quite intoxicated at this moment. You noticed he dragged you two deeper into the crowd and placed the hand which was preveiosly holding your wrist on your hip and pulled you closer. You looked into his eyes and he was biting his lip »Yes y/n but you see…. You're the best out of them all, I just don't know how to be good enough for you… But seeing you dance with someone else… Dance like that, is not fair… Not fair at all.« »Not everything in life is fair Luke…. Not when you only think of yourself, why would i always have to think of the both us?«. He spun your around and started grinding against you. »I think of us too. Every second of every day... I’m just too fucking scared to do anything about it.«

[miss-floral-thief]

leaving the house and hanging out with someone for once

[heartysworld]

The Northener who tamed the dragon || Aemond Targaryen x Reader

A/N: This is another anon. request. I hope whoever asked about this enjoys it!

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Word count: 2.4k

Aemond had never been more captivated by a woman. When he first found out about his arranged marriage to Lady Y/N from House Stark he wanted to find whoever proposed this idea and feed them to Vaghar. He resented the idea of marriage, he was an angry man who held so much anger and sorrow to himself. However, it all changed one day, what happened had people freeze on their spots.

Aemond had been sent to lead one of his brother's armies on to the battlefield against the Crabfeeder. Prince Aemond rode his dragon -Vaghar on the way to the battlefield, leaving it to fly over burning the enemy with dragon fire. At was all going to their favor, that was until an arrow shto through the air, piercing Aemond's upper chest, almost hitting him in the neck. Vaghar felt her rider's pain, letting out a monstrous screech as she burned whatever fell in her eyesight.

A person would've thought with that the battle ended, leading to the King's army winning, but no, it did not go this way. After witnessing Aemond being shot, Vhagar shot up in the sky, disappearing. The solders felt uneasy, they had tried taking their Prince away from the battlefield, but the enemy got to him faster , dragging him away towards their ships while the battle raged on. At some point they all though they were lost, without a dragon or Prince Daemon to lead them it was just a matter of fact before the deformed creatures overpowered them. The battle raged on for hours, the sand of the sea shore were now soaked with the blood of the both sides .

They had lost all hope until a familiar screech was heard. Moments later a big shadow appeared over the fleet of the Crabfeeder. Vaghar was back, but not alone, on her back rode Princess Y/N. A new hope sparked at the chests of the royal soldiers, but also shock. A northener taming a Targaryen dragon enough to be allowed on its back, that was unheard of.

The Princess shouted in High Valyrian for the dragon, with a simple breath of its mouth the entire fleet has been wiped out. Ships sinking down on burning with the enemies on board. The King's army had soon after overpowered their enemy, killing them all down to the last one. Prince Aemond was found unconscious near the rocks on the beach, they were going to take him as a prisoner and torture or even worse, kill him.

With the help of one of the knights, Y/N was able to climb up on the back of Vaghar with her husband's unconscious body, fleeing back to King's Landing as soon as possible. She knew he was going to be angry when he wakes up, finding out someone else dared saddle his dragon and fly on its back.

And she was right, the next day,when Aemond awakened he was met with his mother's face sitting on a chair by his bed. He was confused and disoriented at first, not knowing how he got back without a single drop of memories from after he was shot.

His mother smiled, telling him the story of how his wife ended up being the one saving him.

After Vaghar fled the battlefield she came back to King's Landing, raging and breathing fire at everyone who dared get close to her. The only person she allowed to touch her scales was Y/N. According to Alicent's words, dragon nudged at the younger woman gently. Y/N knew something was wrong, when her husband left with his legion something deep inside her chest told her it wasn't going to go well. So when she saw Vaghar, saddle empty on her back and the dragon more upset than ever, she knew she had to go and see for herself what had happened. The young Princess climbed the back of the dragon before the both of them disappeared high up in the sky. It was the talk of the Palace, Princess Y/N from the North was the first ever person outside of house Targaryen to tame a dragon and ride it on her own.

The second Aemond heard his mother's words he shot up from his bed. Ignoring the voices of the Maester and his mother to go back to bed, he headed towards his and his wife's chambers, raging like a man dragon.

Y/N was preparing to go visit her husband, see if he had any improvement when the doors of their chambers flew open, revealing a very much bandaged and anger seething Aemond.

"Aemond? What in the..." She couldn't even finish her sentence before her back was pressed against the wall behind her, Aemond's hand gripping her jaw. She could feel his heavy breathing on the skin of her face.

"How dare you even think you have the right to use MY OWN dragon?! I could have you dead for it!" Aemond screamed at her face.

Hearing his words and how ungrateful he was,Y/N couldn't hold it together anymore, all the annoyance and anger towards her husband coming out right away.

"How dare I?! You dare ask me this?! Would it have been better to let you die a slow, agonizing death at the hands of the enemy?! You ungrateful brat! I do not care if you're my husband, you deserve to know how other's see you! I was concerned about you and I came to save you, even after I have been treated like shit ever since we wedded. I have never ridden a dragon,but I did it to save you, you ungrateful bastard!The least you could do is show some gratitude! " She screamed.

Witnessing her in such a state woke something primal deep inside Aemond's being. She was like a raging fire queen, his queen.

Seeing the way his eyes changed, Y/N felt like she had gone too far. She knew the way her husband was, but now she might have gone a bit over the edge of his tolerance towards her.

"Aemond..." She started, but she was once again stopped by her husband's rough lips claiming hers.

The two shared a kiss that was full of anger, passion and build up desire from the past few months.

Y/N never expected to find herself in such a situation. Not even in her wildest dreams. Their tongue fought for dominance, both spouses being used to having control on everything they did.

Aemond's hand's, despite one being heavily bandaged, fell down from Y/N's jaw towards her hips, gluing themselves right under her waist, above the curves of her hips, gripping with force the tender skin that was covered by a beautiful crimson gown.

Their bodies were pressed tightly against each other. Y/N did not even realized that her own hands were now roaming wildly through her husband's hair, gripping it at the base of his neck. The gesture earned out a moan from the Prince.

The sounds of his pleasure made her burn with desire, feeling wetness pool in between her tights.

Aemond interrupted their kiss for a moment before whispering against his wife's lips.

"You want a dragon a ride, little wildflower? The I shall give you a dragon to ride." He said, his voice didn't even sound like him, it was as if some ancient beast had taken over the body of hed husband.

Next thing she knew,Y/N was lifted off of her feat, being carried towards the bed placed in the middle of the room.

Her eyes fell on the bandage over her husband's chest, one of her hands laid over the fabric.

"We shouldn't do this, Aemond, you're injured." She whispered against his lips, breathing heavily.

She didn't receive a response from her husband. Aemond laid her on the bed, hovering in all his glory abover her. Aemond slowly leaned back on his knees, his hands found the end of Y/N's dress, pulling it up to her waist.

His hands softly moved over her legs, starting from the ankles, snaking up to her knees and then settling over Y/N's inner tights. She shivered at the contact with his cold hands.

There was no place for a conversation. A soft moan escaped the Princess's soft lips as her husband leaned down towards her dripping pussy. His hot tongue moved over her folds, drinking in every last drop of her juices as he listened to the sweet whimpers his wife made. It has been half a year since he last had her like this, it was on their wedding night,and there was no passion,only duty.

Aemond's hand's settled on her hips, preventing his wife for moving too much while he was feasting on her. His tongue went in and out of her sweet entrance, Y/N's pleasure becoming greater with every second. All it took was a groan from Aemond while he was still devouring her,the vibrations from his voice sending his sweet wife to her release.

"Gods be good." Y/N cried out, her climax taking all her energy away, she found an ounce of power at the end, one of her hands falling on her husband's head,fingers gripping his hair while she pressed his face even closer to her, hips grinding against Aemond's face.

Aemond stood up from the bed, unfastening the laces of his pants, throwing them somewhere in the near distance, before he returned to his wife who was sprawled out on their bed, trying to catch her breath.

Y/N's left hand brought his face closer to hers, while her right one went to his back, slowly falling down to his front, taking him in her palm placing him right at her own entrance.

He wasted no time diving inside of his wife.The contact made both of them let out heavy breaths as their bodies started rocking together.

Neither of them ever expected to feel such desire towards one another,not in this lifetime.

Night had falled, the two royals laid in bed together, limbs tangled together. One of Aemond's arms was used instead of a pillow for his wife to lay her head on, whiem the other held her body close to his, gently tracing lines on Y/N's back.

Y/N was exhausted, sleep had almost taken over her body, but she refused to surrender to it. Her mind was racing, trying to figure out what exactly had happened a few hours ago.

Her and Aemond never showed an ounce of affection towards the other one for half a year, and now suddenly, the two of them were win bed together, naked after spending the last few hours in bed making love.

She knew what had occurred wasn't just sex, she felt something deeper,and she knew Aemond had felt it too. He was gentle with her, he paid attention to the way her body reacted, wanting to please her even more.

"I think I'm in love with you." Aemond's voice interrupted her thoughts. At first she thought she heard him wrong.

"What?" She asked, propping herself up on her elbow, hand holding the bedcovers above her breasts.

"When my mother told me you had saved me, I felt something for you,but when I found out you saddled Vaghar, and rode her to come and help me...I just...I knew that I couldn't love anyone else like I love you. All these months I tried to convince myself that I hated you,but I Was wrong. I've loved you ever since I've known you,Y/N. My wife riding on one of the wildest dragons in all of Westeros just to save me...just imagining you doing that makes me want to never leave your side. I am in love with you." Aemond said, his free hand now held his wife's cheek, wiping away a tear that had falled,caused by his words.

"When I saw you unconscious laying on the ground, my heart stopped beating, Aemond. The day before your left and after that I felt something was wrong. When Vaghar came alone and in distress I knew I had to go with her. When I saw the state you were in, I felt like I would die if I lost you. I...I am so in love with you, Aemond. All these months of pretending to hate you, I am sorry for acting the way I did for so long." Y/N said, finally confessing the way she felt about him felt like such a relief.

"You should not apologize, wildflower. I will be the one spending the rest of my days making you feel like the queen you are. The Queen of my heart." Aemond said.

Placing a finger under her chin,he lifted her face towards his,the two sharing another tender kiss. "Let us start anew, as if the last half a year never happen. I want to be the husband you deserve." He said against her lips.

"I would be delighted to do that. From this moment on,let our marriage begin. A real marriage,full of love,not one made out of duty." That was the last few words they shared before falling in a blissful slumber.

Aemond slowly made full recovery from his injuries. Meanwhile his wife was in charge of spending time with Vaghar,given the fact her husband was strictly forbidden for doing until his wounds fully heal.