#short blurb

[lady-ashfade]

Sorrow Flowers

Yan!Class 1A x Reader

╰･ﾟ✧☽ Hanahaki disease is hard in all cases. But when you have a group of people in love with you it becomes a bigger problem, since you must love another…

╰･ﾟ✧☽ warnings: short blurb, hanahaki disease, angst, yandere behavior, blood and kinda gory.

dark circles appear under your eyes rather quickly, and in training you seemed to be weaker then normal. at first they thought you were becoming sick with the flu or over working yourself. the class babied you all of the time and made sure to do what they thought was best.

and slowly you came down with a nasty cough. they were so worried and even took you to Recovery Girl to get better. she couldn’t find anything wrong with you- she didn’t know what to test and look for so you went undiagnosed.

clinging to your throat you fell in training and tried to breath and cough up whatever was coming up. your body was sweating and panicking from the pain and lack of air you had. Aizawa was the first one at your side with the others rushing as well.

“Come on, kid.” his hand slapped the back of your back to try and help you breathe. iida was already on his way to get recovery girl. your class mates look in horror, some of them already crying and screaming for you.

blood…

blood splatter onto the floor from your lips and something rolled along with it. you gasped for air as the some blood dripped from down your chin. tears rolled down your eyes. everyone looked down to the thing on the ground, something was blocking your pipes. and what they saw was nothing they thought they had to worry about. a black flower covered in blood, some clots too.

you had hanahaki disease.

the disease for unrequited loved. you loved someone else that wasn’t them. since every one of them was obsessed over you, worship the ground you walked on, wanted nothing more then to have you. that means you didn’t love any of them…and someone undeserving.

the gazes of everyone in the room darkened to black and red. someone had made you this way. you could have died and if it isn’t fixed they could lose you anyway. and that person need to pay. your teacher took you into his arms and carried you to the infirmary to get you some rest and medicine to help, while the others stayed behind to figure everything out.

“this is why I told you idiots to keep a closer eye on them, this is all your faults.” katsuki yelled while pushing pasted them to go and found anyone he could. honestly, after he found the person responsible he might take care of his class mates too because they are equally responsible.

“if you weren’t such a asshole they might have stayed with us! It’s not our fault,” Mina shouted and huffed out.

“whatever it takes we’ll make them better. but for now,” Izuku mumbled with his quirk activated on his own and his body shocks green.

“we need to take care of the disgrace of a person responsible.” 

╰･ﾟ✧☽ Haven’t written something finished in a long time, so this probably sucks. I have been in a big writes block.

[cupidscrule]

Fluff !! Hi hi so reader making satoru cry because he's pretty like that

Pearl

Anon ily for this !! This was kinda rushed it's not that good but I needed to put somethin' out so I hope you like it ;3!!

Warning - none , slight angst? Touch starved Satoru <3

400 wrd

Touch starved. Two words that perfectly fit your boyfriend, growing up he had always been 'different' and special, as he was a teen and adult he always kept in a close group of people, he was never really loved like how others were. No one gave him affection like that, so he always was physically distant in your relationship, he would almost stiffin when you came up and hugged him.

It was just another day, you were relaxing with Satoru at home since there weren't any important missions, and he deserved a small break from his students. He was sitting on the couch, his lips slightly parted, wearing those pretty sunglasses legs resting on the table, he seemed to be just day dreaming about god knows what.

"Mm you're so pretty" you mumbled quietly, glancing over at him, he didn't respond seemingly just dissociated.

You feel a small smirk crawl onto your face before planting a kiss on his cheek, y'know to get his attention and all.. he finally perked up looking over at you, smile gone, at first you thought you messed up so instinctively you went in to go hug him, gripping onto the soft fabric of his shirt. Then unexpectedly you feel him pull on *you* his head in the crook of your neck, almost like a sad little puppy.

"Hun you okay?" You say pulling off at him and looking at his sad face, tears swelling up in his eyes. Mumbling something inaudible, almost looked cute like this, cute but you knew it was wrong to not comfort him.

"Baby tell me what's wrong? Why are you crying?" You say bringing a hand up to cup his cheek, drawing small circles with your thumb gently.

He doesn't reply instead just flopping his weight onto you, his head resting on your chest. He looked disheveled, but he kept inching closer. You don't even know why he's acting like this right now, he's never clingy, but right now all he wants- no need is just touch. And well who were you to decide to deny him that?

Stroking his white hair, as the tears stop, head still planted firmly on you almost nuzzling.

" I love you.."

[yuujisxgf]

Like boyfriend and girlfriend?

Paring: mcu!Peter Parker x f!reader

Synopsis: you have no idea how you find yourself in your best friends lap, but here you were.

Warnings: some making out, sitting on lap, fluff fluff and it is a short blurb

You don’t remember how you ended up here, but here you were, straddling your best friend. Legs on either side of his lap. Peters hands caressed your lower back, as your hands found his messy hair.

Peter leaned his forehead against yours, taking in a deep breath. Lips hovering over yours gingerly.

“y/n…are you sure you want this?” He asked softly, eyes scanning your face for any sign of discomfort, but he only found you smiling, eyes shimmering with something like love and lust.

"I do…d-do you?” You whispered shakily against his lips, one hand sliding to his cheek to let your thumb rub his cheekbone longingly. Peter pressed a kiss to your palm, his hands wandered to your waist, grabbing it softly, then nodding.

"More than you will ever know” he chuckled slightly, but he meant it earnestly.

You grinned sheepishly before leaning in again, Peter was quick to lock his lips with yours passionately. His hands slowly but surely trailed down your spine until he reached your bum, grabbing the soft flesh determinedly.

You breathed out against his lips, pulling away mere inches, lips grazing his. "To clarify….I do not want this to be a one time thing” you shyly whispered against Peters lips. Peters heart swelled with joy, as his eyes wandered from your face to your hands, which were grasping his shirt tenderly.

Peter hummed softly and looked back up at you, cupping your chin between his thumb and index finger. "Neither do I. I want us….us to go on dates, hold hands and all this cheesy stuff couples do” he whispered gently. You let out a soft giggle and nodded eagerly, butterflies erupting in your stomach. Peter feeling the mutual butterflies in his own stomach, placed a gentle kiss to yours lips, going back to kissing you.

"Like boyfriend and girlfriend” you said again, between kisses. Peter was now the one giggling against your lips, hand caressing your cheekbone.

“Like boyfriend and girlfriend” he confirmed.

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Authors note: thank you all for all the likes and reblogs! It means the whole world to me! I love you

[rite4fun]

new do’s and babbling no’s

enjoy this sweet short blurb of pure fluff bc that’s the mood i’m in 😭

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“ow!”

“quit” your fingers comb through the top of his hair, gathering some pieces to create a small braid then wrapping a light blue colored elastic around it. the gentle pull of his hair making him release a hiss through his teeth, “stop it, you’re going to make her scared”

“she should be, nearly yanking m’ hair out m’ head” daryl sits on the ground, resting his back against the couch that you reside on behind him, his broad shoulders nestled between your legs with your skillful hands in his hair.

“no i’m not sweetheart.. daddys’ just a big baby” you coo softly at the small baby girl that sits between daryls stretched out legs, tiny hands playing with a soft plush bunny, big blue doe eyes entranced by the two people infront of her. daryl grumbles in response as you tighten the two braided pigtails up atop his head, ruffling the loose bottom half, “daddy looks so pretty, hm?”

squeezing the plush toy in excitement, giggling delightfully behind the pink pacifier in her mouth, you watch as she reaches her hands out to daryl- who immediately accommodates to her needs, letting her hold onto his hands to shakily stand and wobble closer in order to reach up and play with the strands of hairs that stick out more than the rest.

“ow!” daryl yelps when she pulls too hard, startling her for a second before she quickly finds something else to focus on, tugging on the letter shaped necklace that hangs from his neck; an initial that begins your first name, “like mother, like daughter”

you swat at his shoulder as his blue eyes glint mischievously up at you with an equally playful smile gracing his lips. unable to stop yourself, you lean down to press your own against his, humming at the familar scruff that scratches at your bare skin.

“no, no, no, no” the babbling of your daughter takes both of your attention as she gleefully jumps up and down, little arms held out for her mother.

“that’s right! daddy has no idea what he is talking about” you joke as you grab her tiny body, lifting her onto your lap, fingers musing over her growing baby hair, “want mama to do your hair now?”

“not sure i wanna risk the little hair she has” daryl laughs with his words, immediately shifting his body further away from you as you reach to swat at him again but missing this time. you settle your daughter more securely in your lap as you begin gathering small pieces of her hair.

“shut up” you stick your tongue out at him childishly but you don’t get far in putting her hair up when she throws herself back into your body in a hissy fit.

daryl doesn’t say anything from his spot on the ground, only raising his eyebrows as he watches the little one let out a loud whine as she squirms around.

you narrow your eyes, ready to quip back some sharp remark but the doorbell rings. you quickly gather the toddler into your arms as you stand, “better go answer it, princess”

“.. wha’?”

you smirk as you lightly bounce the now calm baby in your arms before squatting infront of his still figure, eyes gazing over his new hairdo and the shook expression he holds, “i gotta tend to our daughter, so you get to answer the door”

you leave him with a quick bruising kiss and a slight ruffling of his hair, nearly prancing out of the living room as you softly talk to the small girl in your arms.

daryl can’t hear exactly what you’re saying but giggles erupt from the both of you as you exit the room and he can’t find himself to be anything but happy, warmth flooding his chest at the clear happiness that emits from his girls.

so if he blindly answers the doors with two braided pigtails atop his head, well- he can only hope whoever stands on the other side keeps quiet on the matter.

[sulfies]

Desmond time travels to Ezio times, just grabs a Ezio fit and goes into the brotherhood just gathering supplies grabbing food acting like Ezio for a week. Everyone is like "Wow been seeing Mentoré a lot lately, glad he is coming by more. Yea he's been chatting with us a lot too" till Ezio actually decides to visit back.

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"So Mentoré, I should not go by the intels location? It is said to be trustable "

"No, your idea is great and intel is right but I rather you go to-"

Strong set of footsteps fallowed by many other echo outside the door, without a knock the door opens, almost off its hinges and Desmond knows...

"WHO ARE YOU!"

He is found.

Taking his face in his hands he sighs, he knew his jig would be up soon, especially in a compaund full of ASSASSINS still he didnt expect Ezio to be back so soon, he even had given himself extra time when he planned his little run. So much for one last time.

Desmond waved his hand to the shocked Disciple he was just talking to signaling her to go join the others standing next to Ezio, ready to barge in at a word from their actual Mentor.

"I will not ask again... WHO ARE YOU! The nerve to come to my hideout! AND imporsanate m!- me?"

Whatever Ezio wanted to say died in his stutter as Desmond lowered his hood presenting Ezio a reflection of himself, slightly altered with a different haircut but a reflection non the less.

"Hello, Ezio Auditore"

Hands slightly raised Desmond continues in a calm tone,

"I, uh.. you dont know me but I, well..shit"

And just like that, all the preperation he had done days before went dont the drain. He even had a whole script for this.

"How..."

"I am not here to bring you or anyone harm"

Wiping his palm on his top, Desmond takes a step which makes all the other Assassins except Ezio take one back. He, takes a step in.

Then there is a firm hand holding Desmonds cheek turning it side to side.

"Madre... Its like looking at a Leo's portraits"

His fingers trace over his lips and If Desmond wasn't bracing himself for a punch he would had the nerve to blush.

"Even the scar... How would-" Ezios brows furrow "Did you do this to yourself?"

Desmond shakes his face free from his grip, rubbing his cheek "No, I did not. Thank you very much, Im not a weird fanboy of yours if thats what you are thinking"

"Well then who are you? because you are not red but" Yellow also doesnt have to mean good, Desmonds mind filled the empty sentence.

The other assassins shoulders dropped a bit in relief, they knew what Red in Ezios vision meant, Desmond also relaxed more knowing now Ezio didnt see him a target to jump at.

"I will admit, pretending to be you to raid ur base was not the smartest thing."

He cocks an eyebrow eyes still scanning over him, unamused "You dont say..."

"But I had good reasons!"

Ezio circles around Desmond, guessing he wasnt stupid enough to run.

"and what reasons?"

Hyper aware of the steps around him Desmond bites the inside of his cheek, after a second he just blurts out what he is stalling for.

"Im Desmond Miles"

The footsteps stop right behind him, a moment later Desmond sees the Assassins at the door suddenly perk up and nod, closing the door as they slowly turn to leave.

Fuck.

Ready to dodge whatever hell thats supossed to be unleased on him Desmond's whole body tenses.

"Desmond"

His name echoes back to him with a shake.

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[racingline3]

Nervous ~ Carlos Sainz

♡ Carlos Sainz x Leclerc!Reader

Description: Carlos approaches you at a Ferrari party

~fluff~

Ferrari knows how to throw a party, you think as you sit at the bar.

Charles had got from P4 to P1 today. It was worth celebrating.

You had lost Arthur in the crowd and now without any of your brothers around, you were alone. Considering you alternated race weekends between Charles and Arthur, you had never really got to know much of either team. You were just the Leclerc sister with the right passes around your neck.

You had been apprehensive about going along to the party, but Charles had wanted you to come along and you couldn't say no to him as he practially bounced around like a champagne soaked puppy.

Despite not being bitten by the racing bug, it was still a part of your family's DNA and you wanted to celebrate all your brother's achievements, just like they did for you in your chosen career.

But all the familial love didn't help as you sat alone at the bar wondering how soon you could leave.

"This seat taken?" You would know that voice anywhere.

"Hi Carlos." You say in surprise, "No, take a seat." You presume he's there to order more drinks so you're surprised when he turns to give you his full attention you.

"You are not enjoying the party?" He asks and you quickly squash the bizarre urge to reach up and trace your fingers along his collarbone that's exposed from his loose button up shirt. That would be ridiculous, he's your brother's teammate.

"Not really. I don't know many people."

"You know me." He says, those dark eyes threatening to mesmerise you.

"So...have you any plans for the summer break?" You ask, wracking your brain for conversation starters while your senses are being overloaded by Carlos' full attention.

"Is that an invitation back to your house?" He asks with a wolfish grin and you blush at his words.

Last summer break, Ferrari had decided team bonding was needed and made Carlos spend a week with you family and vice versa for Charles.

You had only been there for a day, but while your brother's were off on jet skis, Carlos had chatted with you like you were old friends. Like he knew you.

You had admittedly missed those few hours ever since.

"You're always welcome." You say instead of saying something crazy like that he should come to your apartment and never leave.

"If you ever want to see the sights of Spain, you know where to find me."

"Usually in a really fast red car driving in circles?" You quip. You can't blame the electricity sparkling under your skin on the one drink you've had, you're sure it's caused by the scent of Carlos' cologne.

"How do you suggest I try to get your attention then?"

"You don't have to try to get me attention Cariño. You are difficult not to notice."

You feel like falling off your chair and turning to mush at his admission.

"Oh." You're afraid that your brain may have short circuited like a few of the cars on the grid earlier today.

"I wanted to ask you out last summer break." He admitted, and you forgot all about the party around you. "But then Arthur hopped back onto the boat and I didn't see you again until the season started back up."

"I..." You were lost for words, the two of you were in a room with the rich and famous and he wanted you, of all people. "I've been at a few races since then..."

The corner of his mouth twitched into a smile, "Charles is a particularly good guard dog around you. And how am I supposed to drive the fast car is circles properly if I'm nervous about asking you out?"

You blink. "I make you nervous?" You have to ask for clarification, idly wondering if Carlos had ever looked in the mirror or checked his professional career history.

"It is not like I can impress you with race car driving like everybody else, is it? You don't care about it."

"I care about it." You argue then rethink when he raises an eyebrow, "Or I care about how people I care about do. Yeah...I do prefer watching football actually." You lean over to admit in a whisper and he smiles.

"So, what do you say about going on a date with a guy who drives a car in circles with your brother?" Carlos asks sweetly

"I'd really like that."

[beautifuldisaster88]

Rafe, Reader, Kelce, Topper and Sarah sitting by the pool at Tannyhill and talking:

(Little context; Rafe and Reader are dating, and Reader literally has no filter. Topper and Sarah are dating. Poor Kelce is the 5th wheel, not that he means, especially since he tends to bring along whatever girl of the week he's fucking. This week he's flying solo though, just hanging with the crew.)

Nothing fancy, just a short little blurb.

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You're all relaxing by the pool, laughing, joking, bullshitting, drinking, smoking the blunts that you and Rafe had rolled earlier.

Rafe has his back against the pool chair, wearing nothing but swim trunks, as are Top and Kelce, you and Sarah wearing nothing but bikinis. He has your back pressed flush against his toned bare chest, arms possessively and protectively wrapped around your small waist.

Top and Sarah mirror you and Rafe, the couple in the same position in the chair opposite of you. Only Topper's arm is wrapped lazily around Sarah's exposed torso.

On the other side of you and Rafe is Kelce, leaned back against the pool chair, beer in one hand and blunt in the other. Not a single care in the world.

Somehow the conversation turned to talking about jewelry, not that you were paying attention much. Your doe eyes were glued on Rafe's right hand that rested on your lower stomach, prominent veins making you bite down on your bottom lip, thinking about all the hot, nasty, kinky and degrading things your boyfriend's hands have and will continue to do to you. The man was a skilled pro with those hands and long thick digits... You would know.

"Okay, okay. Serious question, man. This one is for the girls. What's your all time favorite piece of jewelry? The one piece that you daydream about? Be honest." Topper spoke up, the slight hint of slurring in his words from day drinking.

You already knew your answer, didn't have to think about it. Still, you looked at Sarah, urging her to answer first, to which she happily obliged with a smile.

"This necklace you got me, Top. There's a reason I never take it off. Not only am I absolutely in love with it, but it's a symbol of our relationship. It's one of my most prized possessions." Sarah beamed as she ran her fingers over the dainty gold chain and pendant that said 'Topper' in gold fancy cursive letters.

Rafe scoffed, rolling his eyes with a smirk. Of course that would be his sister's answer. So basic. He had a strong suspicion that he already knew what your answer was going to be. Surprise! Surprise! He was right.

All eyes were now on you, the other three kooks wondering what answer you'd come up with, each of them knowing that your responses were always interesting to say the least.

Without hesitation, you looked at them with a smug grin, grabbing your boyfriend's big hand and placing it around your throat, to which he immediately grinned. Even though your back was to Rafe, you know that he had a shit-eating smug grin on his perfectly sculpted face.

The other three just stared at you, blinking in confusion.

"Uh," Topper says your name. "The question wasn't if you liked to be choked or not... We already know you're into all that kinky shit. The question wa-"

He was cutoff by Rafe.

"She heard the question, asshole. My hand 'round her throat is her favorite piece of jewelry. No matter how many fucking necklaces I buy this little vixen right here, she insists that she prefers my fucking hand. Who am I to deprive Baby Girl of what she wants? This necklace also happens to be a symbol of mine and kitten's relationship."

You just giggle as he leans his head up, dipping it down to shower your neck with open mouth kisses, loving how you instantly react to him, tilting your head back to give him better access to your sun kissed skin. Normally you'd have a pervy comment to add, but you were content for the moment, pussy still filled to the brim with Rafe's cum from not that long ago.

"Is everything about sex with you two!?" Sarah asked disgusted, regrettably having to once again witness her brother practically make her best friend cum just from having his hand wrapped tightly around her neck and mouth attacking her neck, jawline, shoulders and collarbone.

"Yes!" Topper and Kelce answer in unison, knowing all too well that the two kooks clearly had a sex addiction... At least when it came to each other.

"Okay, okay. Favorite act-" Topper began, only to be cutoff by Sarah clasping her hand over his mouth.

"Do not finish that question, Topper. I don't need to hear my brother and best friend go into detail about their sex life."

Rafe chuckled at that, looking over at his sister with another shit-eating grin, hand still around your throat.

"Come on, sis. S'not like you haven't already heard it. I mean, shit, you've even walked in on us a few times, hasn't she, Baby Girl?"

You tilt her head back to look up at your boyfriend with doe eyes, the look in your eyes silently telling him that you desperately needed to be dicked down, even though he'd just fucked you right before Kelce and Topper showed up, making you cum four times.

"Anyway, kitten here looks sleepy and if she doesn't get her rest, she gets cranky. This was fun, or whatever, but I need to take her upstairs before she starts getting moody."

Effortlessly scooping you up in his arms, Rafe rose from the chair, carrying you towards the Cameron mansion as he whispered in your ear.

"Don' worry, kitten, daddy is about to fuck you stupid."

[roguelov]

I wish you would write a fic.....where Morpheus is having a rough day, but doesn't care admit it to you however you KNOW something is up and you try to get his attention and curl up in his lap and he scowls but eventually he gives in? Maybe? And does that half smile that's not quite a smile

Stubborn

Word Count: 843

Reader: Gender Neutral (not specified)

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“What’s the problem, my sweet Dream?”

Morpheus’s steely, bitter, gaze slid over to you. You leaned against the doorframe of your shared bedroom. A sympathetic smile tugged on your lips upon seeing your love’s unsavory mood.

You crossed the room, standing before Dream who was lounging on the couch in front of the unlit fireplace. Dream slowly tipped his head back. Hard lines were etched in his face: his lips in a thin tight line, his eyebrows furrowed in anger, and his blue eyes more icy and distant.

Using your thumb, you smoothed out the tension between his brows. You spoke in a soft, loving voice. “Talk to me, what’s bothering you?”

Despite your sweetness, Dream scoffed under his breath. “Nothing.”

You hummed, not believing him at all. “Uh-huh, would you like to try again? Maybe tell me the truth this time.”

“I am telling the truth.” Dream almost sneered at you, instead his tone was short - an obvious sign for you to not push it.

You, however, would keep pushing it. You would not have his rain clouds or dreadful frown.

“Of course,” you whispered, soothingly. You cupped his face and with your thumbs rubbed calming circles across his cheeks. “And it has nothing to do with the Dreaming? A certain influx of dreams and nightmares?”

Dream felt - for a short quick moment - his walls fell. He wanted to lean into you, he wanted to block out the world so it was only you and him. But, his pride and stubbornness knew no bounds. He was the Dreaming’s provider. He should be able to handle anything, he should be able to maintain order without breaking a sweat.

But.

He couldn’t.

He has been tested recently, more so than ever. With his return, the doors of the Dreaming were reopened welcoming a rush of new dreamers in which he was grossly unprepared for. It angered him. It angered him that he was still weak despite gaining back his talismans, it angered him that he underestimated the situation, it angered him that he - Dream of the Endless - could not stand alone anymore.

Yes, the need of relying on others now angered him, but it frightened him more.

He was always alone.

Always him.

Always others at arm’s length.

Now, he had you. You who offered comfort, and a lending hand. He now had Lucienne to take up new responsibilities to lessen his load. He had Matthew, Merv, and even Cain and Abel. He had new dreams and nightmares.

He had a new found family.

And it all frightened him.

Dream looked away from you, jerking his head from your warm hands. “It is nothing as I said before.”

Heartache burned in your chest, a quick flicker. Your smile dropped. Dream admently avoiding your eyes, glaring off into the distance. A scowl deepened across his features. Taking a deep breath, you moved. No, not away. You moved closer, unwilling to yield to him. Dream was stubborn, but so were you. You straddled Dream, and gently cupped the side of his face to force his attention back onto you.

“Please, not now. I wish to be alone.” Dream murmured, keeping his gaze casted downward.

“No.” You answered with a slight tease in your voice.

Dream’s eyes flickered up. Love, unabashed love, twinkled in your eyes. You tossed him a lopsided smile. His heart instantly melted. You gently brushed back loose dark strands from his face. He couldn’t tear his eyes away from you now. You trapped him under your tender loving spell. You leaned down, softly kissing his forehead. His eyes fluttered closed. Your lips traveled down, kissing every inch of his face. With each kiss, each one of Dream’s walls fell, and he sunk further and further into you. He let out a heavy sigh. You kissed his closed eyelids and murmured ‘I love you’ constantly under your breath.

You pulled back, leaving a thin space and muttered, “Come here, my sweet Dream.”

You twisted around, laying across the couch and dragging Dream down with you. He followed. His willpower bended to you, finally. You laid your head on the armrest of the couch while Dream’s head rested on your chest. You wrapped your arms around him, and kissed the top of his head.

You whispered into his hair. “You don’t have to say anything right now, we can talk about it later if you want. But, let’s just lay here for a little bit, okay?”

He didn’t respond.

His arms, inch by inch, wrapped underneath you. His body was comfortably slotted between your legs. He closed his eyes, focusing on your finger drawing shapes on his back. His lips parted as a quiet, pleased sigh passed through them.

He didn’t respond, but you had your answer: he would stay.

Dream turned his head, burying his head into you. A tiny smile twitched on his lips. A smile hidden completely from view.

Frightened and stubborn, yes he was. But, he was also relieved and happy. He wasn’t alone anymore. He had others.

He had you.

[stxrmylxve]

Random Hcs for Rin Itoshi

He secretly desires cuddles every day, but he instead chooses to tease you anytime you ask simply because you asked first. On a side note, he actually prefers to be the little spoon despite his towering figure because it gives him a sense of lovingness and warmth from his favorite person, you!

He gets butterflies in his stomach whenever you compliment something other than his normal compliments. Isagi and others have praised him on things like his bottom lashes, his skills, and his physique, but if you pick out something other than that, it sends him over the moon for the rest of the day.

Even if he is away from the house, he makes sure that he texts you no matter what. It usually is simply a good morning and good night, but you can tell he wants to talk more, and he will if you go through with it.

The constant need in the back of his head to train to beat his brother wears him down, and all he needs is either a good hug or a good night's sleep, or both if you're up for it

He does the cute thing to you like when he hugs you from behind and rests his head on top of yours as he watches what you're doing from above.

Rin is so fucking adorable when he is asleep. He has what most call a 'menacing resting face' when he is simply calm like normal, so his getting rest that is quality without worries clouding his brain is rare, and it shows.

He secretly feels bad for scaring people during games and such. However, he doesn't let himself worry about it too terribly much since his only goal is to keep you happy and his and to beat his brother.

Girls gush over his body and physique all the time, especially at places like the beach and pool, and it makes him very uncomfortable. But he doesn't know how to really speak up for himself besides shooting someone a deathly glare, so he just lets it be. That did change when he met you though, since you noticed his discomfort from day one and took control and would quickly tell them off for him. Safe to say he was head-over-heels for you.

[bellysoupset]

This is going to have a part 2, but since it's gonna be long and the tone shifts a bit, I thought I'd split it for my own peace of mind.

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Wendy smoothed her top, making sure there were no wrinkles and then glared at herself in the side mirror of her car. The sunglasses made her look like a bitch. She removed them, perching the glasses on top of her head as a makeshift headband keeping her wavy hair back, then frowned. Now she looked like she was trying too hard. Wendy removed them, studying her reflection and then planting them back on her face once more with a frustrated groan.

“Keep them in the hair,” a guy said, circling her. He was a blonde, wearing a dark t-shirt that was strained against his tattooed biceps and most of his hair had gotten loose from his man bun. He pointed at her sunglasses, “you’re beautiful, so they’re just in the way.” 

Wendy snorted at the compliment, but removed the shades, perching them on top of her hair, “better?”

“Much,” he opened a smile, offering his hand, “I’m Max.”

“Wendy,” she shook his hand, glancing past his shoulders and seeing Vince’s head among the kids just running out of the gate. He was impossible to miss. There was an older woman chatting him up, causing Wendy to grin smugly. 

“So you’re picking up your sibling or something?” Max asked her, leaning against her car and Wendy bit the inside of her cheek not to laugh at his clear flirting. 

“Or something,” she shrugged, “are you?”

“No, no,” he shook his head, looking almost offended that she asked, “I’m the chemistry teacher.”

“Oh, really?” Now Wendy was interested. This was Mr. Daniels? She made a mental note to grill Vince about him, meanwhile Max completely misunderstood the uptick in her voice. 

“Yeah, chemistry and biology, actually,” he shrugged in true false modesty, as if that wasn’t a big deal and Wen raised her eyebrows, as he continued, “I’ve never seen you around here, I’d remember such a beautiful woman.”

“Yeah, she’s super hot, right Daniels?” Vince asked smugly, circling the man, “you done hitting on my girl or do you need another minute?”

Wendy’s face caught on fire, her stomach almost hurting with the sheer amount of butterflies, and Max visibly cringed. 

“Ah, your girlfriend,” he grimaced, “uhm- Well, Wendy, my condolences,” Max did a little mocking bow and then turned around and walked away.

Wendy snorted at the comment, hand rushing up to muffle a chuckle and Vince rolled his eyes at the insult, waving Max off as he stepped into the man’s previous spot in front of Wen.

“Hi, honey,” Vin grinned, “that’s a surprise.”

“Hi,” she all but jumped in order to kiss him and Vince wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her off her feet. Wendy pressed a smile against his lips, pulling back with a sigh and feeling her cheeks hurt as she realized he hadn’t put her back on the ground, “missed you.”

“I missed you too,” Vince smiled, bumping his nose with hers and then frowning as they heard a loud wolf whistle. He turned his head and groaned, lowering Wendy back to the ground, “Sophia, quit that!” 

“You quit that, it’s school grounds Mr. Monacelli!” his sister scoffed, walking with a group of teenage girls, all of them giggling and whispering among themselves. Wendy raised her eyebrows, feeling more than a little proud of herself.

“I feel like I just became persona non grata by dating the new hot teacher,” she commented, waving to Sophia, who offered her a tiny, shy wave, clearly wanting nothing to do with Wendy or Vince.

“Yeah, we’re gonna get you a bodyguard or something,” Vince teased her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders, “are you staying the weekend?”

“The whooole weekend,” Wendy nodded, sinking into his arms, “leaving only Monday morning.”

She looked around the emptying parking lot. It was a nice school, she had to give it to Vince. Kids laughing and teens teasing each other, no fights. Little cliques that made her glad she wasn’t in high school anymore. 

Daniels was just entering his car, a white, old pick-up. He lowered the sun visor and retrieved his sunglasses, planting them on his face, before catching Wendy looking and raising his eyebrows, sliding the shades on. 

“That’s Daniels, uh?” Wendy leaned on Vince’s hold and her boyfriend let out a scoff, hugging her to his chest. 

“He’s a jackass,” Vince grumbled, kissing her temple, “but I can’t blame him for having eyes.”

Wendy blushed and she rolled her eyes, turning her face to capture his next cheek kiss into an actual one, “very smooth, Pussy Magnet, very smooth.”

“You’re a horrible woman,” Vince whined, kissing her back, “let’s go?” 

They had separated rides, so Wendy pulled apart with a whine, entering her car once again. 

She had been to Vince’s little house before, a bunch of times, but lately he had been driving up to the city instead of her coming to see him, so it was to her surprise when she followed Vin inside the place, only to meet a pink wall in his bedroom. 

It was the wall to the left of the bed, where the door that led to the bathroom sat. He had painted it a muted shade of pink, then added black shelves, now filled with books. Wendy dropped her bag on the little white table that separated his living room from his bedroom and took a step back, opening a pleased smile at the change. 

“Why-”

“I missed you,” Vince shrugged, closing the door behind them and wrapping an arm around Wendy’s neck, in a half hearted lock and pulling her for a kiss, “so I thought I’d bring a little of you to my place.”

Her face hurt with how much she was blushing and Wendy squirmed in his arms, jumping to wrap her arms around Vince’s neck and squealing as he caught her easily. They kissed and stumbled further inside, Wendy letting out a oof as they fell into bed, Vince pining her down. 

“Vin…” She breathed out, as he planted a bunch of kisses down her chest, undoing the buttons of her blouse. Then his lips were on her again, scratchy five o’clock shadow dragging down the cream skin of her exposed belly, planting a kiss near her navel, curling his fingers on the hem of her white jeans.

“Vince…”

“Yeah?” He undid the button, pushed down the zipper and let out a pleased noise at the lacy pink underwear.

Wendy ran her fingers through his hair, fingers twirling the curly ends, “I wanna do something different,” she tightened her grip at the roots, pushing his head back just enough their eyes met, opening a mischievous smile, “I brought food.”

Vince raised his eyebrows, then pulled back, his arms framing her body. He didn’t say anything for the longest minute, so Wendy’s confident smile wavered and vanished. 

“Honey?” She removed her hand from his hair, cupping his cheek, “unless you don’t want…”

“No milk,” he shook his head, “not your food.” 

Wendy frowned, confused and scooted up on the bed, kicking off her shoes, “I’m sorry, you lost me…”

“It’s not fun when I get sick because of milk,” Vince grimaced at the thought, while Wendy blushed, because what she heard was that it was fun on other occasions, “the cramps are terrible.”

“Okay…” She hugged her knees, resting her cheek on them, “so how do you want to do it then?”

Vince scrunched up his nose adorably, thinking of the matter and fell flat on his back on the bed, moving so he could rest his head on her lap, “can it just be too much food?” he looked up, hopeful, “I like- The tummy rubs are nice. The… Even the puking, if it’s one and done.”

Wendy felt almost dizzy with how warm she was. She nodded, eagerly, leaning in and kissing him upside down, “you sure? We don’t have to, if you don’t-”

“I’m sure,” Vince moved his head slightly, turned it and nuzzled his nose over the bulge in her jeans, opening a smug smirk as he looked up from between her legs, “yeah, I’m sure.”

If Wendy wasn't already head over heels in love with him, she was sure she’d have fallen all over with that move alone. She threw her head back with a sigh, hitting the soft headboard, “Okay… Okay, overeating it is.”

Overeating, when you were a guy Vince’s size, meant more than just a meal. It was almost edging her, taking a fantasy and dragging it thin for a whole day. She considered logistics, then gave up on the idea of ordering too much food. It wasn’t fun if it was all staged like that. 

Instead, they fooled in bed a little longer… A lot longer, until they were undressed and clear headed, panting. Then they took a shower to get on with the day. 

“I think I’m going to leave these here,” Wendy said, sitting on Vince’s bed, with her hair wet and dripping down on her bathrobe, while inspecting the dresser next to it. She had opened all the drawers a thousand times before, snooping, not that he minded.

“Leave what here?” Vince walked from the kitchen, holding out a sandwich for her and already chewing the ends of his own, starting on a second one. 

“The clothes I brought,” Wendy pulled open the middle drawer, taking his folded sweaters out and planting them on the bed, “this is my drawer now.”

Vin snorted at that, leaning on the television stand, “you wanted a drawer, I can give you my entire wardrobe. All you have to do is ask.”

Wendy blushed, rolling her eyes and reorganizing his clothes so the middle drawer was empty just for her, “slow down, honey.”

He sighed, raising his hands as if in surrender, “I can take it slow,” Vince shrugged, “but I have at least two drawers in your place, so I don’t think this has to be a big deal.”

She ignored him, putting her clothes in and then falling against the bed, “I’m hungry.” 

That wasn’t a lie, although Wendy probably would have said it even if she wasn’t, only because she was so eager for what was to come. Regardless, she hadn’t had lunch and it was nearly 6 PM already. 

“Here’s an idea,” Vince crawled on the bed, pushing the hair behind her ear, “we go have dinner at my parents, my mom is dying to see you again,” Wendy nodded in agreement. She wanted to see his family as well, it made her feel involved… Wanted. Like she was part of something. 

“And then we can go out to have our own dinner,” Vince leaned in to whisper in her ear, “then we can come back here… And you can stop looking at me as if I’m dinner.”

Wendy giggled at that, nodding, “yeah, alright. Sounds like a plan, Mr. Monacelli.” 

Vince groaned, grabbing her face with both hands and clashing her lips with his, “you don’t call me that, shut up, Wen."

[obey-my-twisted-logic]

Truth Spilled : Prefect is not the perfect extrovert they're assumed to be - not at all. Idia Shroud x GN!Reader (may be slightly fem leaning, apologies in advance if I missed anything like that)

Synopsis : post book 6, after Idia shows his skills, Prefect decides to take him aside when he seems overwhelmed by the people, leaving Ortho to entertain those who remain. As they reassure and comfort him, the cracks show and the shell reveals a close guarded secret.

Warnings : crying, mental health confessions, ptsd and beyond. Occasional cursing on both ends. Basic proof reading, potentially missed grammatical or spelling errors is higher than you think. Angst is real, but there's some playful fluff in the end. Only platonic in this blurb.

Authors Note : very self indulgent. How I personally have been feeling as the game progresses as someone with severe PTSD and anxiety. Had I been in a dorm, definitely would have been Ignihyde 100%.

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After the impressive amount of prowess and just cocky amount of game play by the usually introverted dorm leader, you decided to rescue him when the nervous sweating kicked in. The initial adrenaline had worn off, and you knew the only reason he hadn't bolted was because Ortho had never looked happier, getting to interact and be normal with a group of friends, and making sure his big brother got to join in the fun.

Big brother was all "fun"d out, and as a good host, and just sympathetic anxiety riddled bean, you take him upstairs with the excuse of needing assistance with some older technology you had been relying on.

After gently steering him up the stairs and to the furthest guest room, you hold on lightly to the sleeve of his jacket to guide him. Nothing too invasive, but still a comfort, despite his initial flinch, he seemed to accept the action and looked almost grateful for the escape.

"Here we are. Furthest back and best insulation, trust me." You say leading him in and closing the door quietly. "Sorry for the white lie, but you looked like you needed the break, so I thought-" immediately your cut short by a nasty look and a huff as he dropped onto the bed and fell back.

"What would you even know about how I feel? What was I not cheerful enough for your liking? Perfect Prefect, of course you'd notice. Why'd you bring attention to it?" Idia snapped giving you a dirty look. Now Ortho would be upset and think he hadn't had any fun.

Sigh escaping your lips you take a seat on the floor and lean against the closed door. Eyes closed you steady your breathing the best that you can. Despite your best, tears streak gently and slowly from each eye. You can hear him shift panicked on the bed, assuming he was sitting upright and staring. You decide to keep your eyes closed, more amused by the expression in your mind and not wanting to embarrass yourself further.

"Idia, I know you're smart, I know you think you know all that there is to know about everything." Slowly you open your eyes, ignoring the tears, allowing yourself this moment. He wanted to know why you did it, why you interfered, well he'd certainly find out today. "You're not near as smart when it comes to any information you think you know about me."

"I grew up in constant survival mode. As soon as I begin to heal from the nightmare my life has been, I'm ripped into a world that I've never known. Most memories have been ripped from me of my old world, and I was dumped here with only my survival instincts keeping me from truly breaking down." You wipe some tears away, just to clear your vision to catch his gaze. He looked guilty and chewed at his lower lip.

"I've been nearly killed by half the damn people I call my "friends" and honestly, I do love them all, but the only reason it's even been possible is my desperation for survival." You laugh coldly and stand, the rant and your breathing becoming more erratic as it all comes tumbling out.

"Perfect Prefect? I don't have any other way to protect myself. Idia I didn't even have a phone until the THIRD overblot. THREE of the most powerful students on this campus had to try killing me for the fool of a headmaster to give me this... technological piece of shit." You toss your phone next to him on the bed. "I may not know much about this world, but I know about technology. It's different but very similar to what I used to work with in my old world..." Catching the surprised look on his pale face you can't help but laugh. "Yes yes, pitiful, magicless human knows how technology works. There's a reason that my grades keep Grimm an honor student, I'm far from stupid."

The crying resumes and laughter is mixed in as you give him a pathetic look. "Even he's attacked me, and Grimm's the closest I even have to a family in this hellscape. Idia I'm so tired." You choked up a sob and sank to your knees, back pressed against the wall now.

Unable to, refusing to look weak, you dry the tears beat you can as you answer his initial question. "What do I know about how you feel or why I interfered?" You let out a low and sad chuckle and look up to him. "Because I so desperately have needed to be saved, to be rescued and taken somewhere quiet so I could breathe that I couldn't just leave you like that. I couldn't just ignore the panic you were in." You let out a sigh and hug you knees unable to stable your breathing as much as you'd like.

"Feel free to leave or stay, do what's best for you. I'm just going to be here." You say after one minute stretches out into several. "I'd appreciate if-" Once again the Idia interrupts you, but in a much more surprising and soft way.

He embraces your trembling form, kneeling to be on the floor with you and just embraces you. He mumbled a genuine and quiet apology, stroking the back of your head. His hair provided a soft and safe warmth and glow.

You look up nearly sobbing again, and question him "Idia, will you be the friend I can be myself with? Will you give me the space to be pathetic and cry my anxiety away?" The sobs came out choked and desperate, pleading for him to be your safe space.

"Of course." He replied gently, never breaking the embrace. He gave the bed a dirty look. "First things first, we're getting you a new phone. Immediately." He grumbled unlocking his own to put in a rushed order. "There's no way you're going to be able to play games with me on that thing." He growled clicking his tongue, distaste for the headmaster evident on his face.

You burst into laughter and hugged him back, burying your face against his neck. You ignored his embarrassed noises, he didn't pull away or push you away, so he must be fine with it. "Sounds good to me." You mumble out, feeling a genuine sense of comfort from someone who finally could understand at least some of what you've been feeling for the entirety of your life.

[su8arandspite]

New Year, New Beginnings

Summary: Eddie has been hiding from you all night and you try to find out why. Or, alternatively, the one where you and Eddie ring in 1987 in the best way.

eddie munson x afab!reader

warnings and content: pure fluff, not proofread closely. Just a quick new years blurb for y'all :)

Word count: 1.2k

The New Year’s Eve party was in full swing. It was a far cry from the ragers of his King Steve days, for sure, but Robin and Steve’s new apartment was full of friends and that was much more your speed anyways. Your extended friend group, even Hellfire and the kids, was scattered throughout.

From your spot in the living room, you had a good view of everyone. Ever the gracious host, Steve was in the kitchen helping dole out drinks and snacks while he chatted with Robin, who was leaning against the countertop and laughing between handfuls of popcorn. He handed a fresh cup of soda to Dustin which was received with a grin and the younger boy took his drink over to rejoin his conversation with Will, Lucas, and Mike. Max and Eleven stood in the circle with them, but the girls giggled amongst themselves about something. Nancy cuddled into Jonathan’s side on the couch, cheeks flushed with alcohol, and engaged in debate with Argyle, who seemed much too high to be making much sense. Gareth and Jeff joined them on the opposite loveseat, slotting into place like they’d been friends with you all for years. The joy that permeated through the flat warmed your belly along with the rum and Coke you sipped.

As you came up one person short, you couldn’t help but to frown. Eddie’s absence from the fun stuck out like a sore thumb. The night was wearing thin, and you hadn’t seen Eddie in almost an hour now. Instead of his rightful place in the middle of it all, you finally found him hiding away. Eddie stood slumped against the wall in the hallway. 

Your voice broke him from his thoughts as you approached. 

“You’re sulking,” you observed.

Eddie’s forced smile was anything but convincing. He struggled to meet your eye.

“Penny for your thoughts?”

Eddie grunted, “It’s stupid.”

You shrugged. Gesturing to the cheap plastic headband which Steve insisted you put on as you helped him set up earlier that evening, you assured, “Can’t be any more stupid than this.”

That cracked a smile from him. Eddie’s eyes flickered from yours to the big Happy New Year! headband you wore.

“Yeah,” he agreed.

“So, are you gonna tell me what’s bothering you, or should I just assume you’re sad that you aren’t getting to see Smokey Robinson perform on Rockin’ Eve tonight?”

“Could be worse,” Eddie laughed, head shaking slightly. “Last year, they had the Judds.”

You hummed and drowned a giggle in another sip of your drink. Eyes narrowing, you sized Eddie up over the plastic rim. He shifted his weight, shuffling his sneakers against the ground, and tapped aggressively against the Solo cup in his hand. Nervous energy exuded from his pores—more than usual. You struggled to figure out why.

After a few more thick moments of silence, Eddie sucks a deep breath in. His eyes caught yours as he fiddled with the skull ring on his finger.

“I’m sorry I’ve been MIA all night,” he said. “I’m just super nervous.”

“Nervous?”

Eddie nodded. “Yeah, see, there’s this really cool girl, who I really like, and I’ve been working up the nerve to ask her to kiss me at midnight.”

The world stilled. In your best attempt at remaining casual, you asked, “Oh? Lucky girl.”

He nodded. His lips curved into a small, playful smile and he reached behind himself to set down his nearly-empty cup. Your stomach flipped as he took a step towards you.

“Mhmm,” he hummed. “You might know her, actually. She’s, uh, about yay high–“

You could feel his warmth as he lifted his palm in line with the top of your head. It complimented the bite of butterflies at your stomach lining quite well. That warmth only spread as his grin widened and dimples popped:

“Kinda hard to miss. Prettiest girl in the room.”

“Better hurry,” you quip, checking your watch. “There’s only about five minutes left in ‘86.”

Eddie dropped his cheek to his shoulder. “Guess there’s no time to waste then…”

With a deep breath, he locked onto your gaze. “So, what do ya say? Can I kiss you?”

Your cheeks flushed with heat. “I thought you’d never ask.”

The remaining four minutes of the year passed in a blur of anticipation. Somewhere along the way, you set aside your drink and Eddie mustered up the courage to pull you to him by the hips. 

The chanting of your friends from the other room served as your cue.

Two!

Eddie’s fingers spread to cradle your cheeks. He kept your gaze locked on him. Your tongue pushed out to wet your lips as you smiled up at him.

One! 

The chorus of happy new year!s barely reached your ears over the thwump of your own heart as Eddie crashed his lips to yours. His hands gripped the back of your head, fingers tangled up in your hair. You swore the fireworks going off outside were just in your head as he moved his lips languidly against your mouth.

From his spot near the kitchen, Dustin spotted you and Eddie. He smirked and tipped his cup of Coke in toast. Eddie’s giant crush on you, as Dustin had lovingly called it, was anything but subtle. The amount of patience he had for you at your first meeting of Hellfire had been unexpected from their usually very strict Dungeon Master, to say the least. As time went on, and you became an integral part of the club—as much more than just the sole female member, he might add— you and Eddie became attached at the hip, but his soft spot for you never waned. It was obvious to Eddie’s friends that he had it bad for you; shit, Gareth put it best when he teased that you could see the cartoon hearts blooming in Eddie’s blown pupils. 

The feeling of your friends’ eyes burned into your skull, but, for once, you didn’t have it in you to care. Eddie cradled your face like the most precious of treasures and it was damn near impossible to think past the burn of his touch.

Dustin nudged Mike, tipping his head towards the couple. “Ha! Told you.”

The taller boy grumbled. He grimaced at the sight of his friends’ public display of affection and reached a hand into his pocket for his wallet. Mike slapped the $5 bill into Dustin’s waiting hand.

“Well, damn,” he said. “I really thought he’d never do it.”

As Steve turned his head towards the boys, his eyebrow quirked. “What was the bet?”

“Mike thought Eddie would never have the balls to actually make a move, but I knew better.”

Robin stepped up behind Steve, chin resting against his shoulder as she peeked out to see what they were all looking at. The wolf whistle she let out was loud and abrupt enough for Steve to take the glass of champagne from her hand, muttering about cutting her off.

To your surprise, you didn’t have it in yourself to feel embarrassed. You pulled away from Eddie’s kiss, dazed. “Holy shit.”

“Hell of a way to end the year, huh?” He whispered, pulling you in for another embrace.

[miguels-talons]

Kratos notices Atreus running around in wolf form and sees that his fur isn't in the best condition. He decides to brush it.

this was such a cute idea omg thank you 😭

i'm on mobile so idk how to make a "read more" button terribly sorry

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The boy has gotten good at changing his form, Kratos has realized. Since he returned from his second trip to Asgard, Atreus has become able to shift almost seamlessly, body bending and morphing in a flash of light and sparks into the four legged shape of a wolf.

His pelt is made up of bright yellow and orange furs, a shade similar to that of his hair. His eyes are a beautiful contrast, shining blue like the sky on a clear day.

He likes to show off to his father now, effortlessly changing his shape and form as if he is breathing. Kratos acts as if he is not watching, yet catches himself staring at his son, amazed by his ability. When Atreus had asked if he could change into an animal all those years ago… he had merely brushed it off, chalking it up to child wonderment. Which, it was. But now, that wonderment had become reality, and Atreus could not be more excited.

He hadn't had the time yet to truly enjoy his new ability, so, while with his father, he'd begun to practice during their long treks. He'd run ahead of Kratos, circle him, leap over his head, all the like. He's figuring out the extent of his wolf form, and what right would Kratos have to interrupt? Atreus only experiments between fights and makes sure to pay attention to his father’s orders, so Kratos sees no reason to stop him.

That is, until he looks closer at Atreus. Kratos feels his eyes narrow when Atreus bounds closer to him, tongue lolling from jaws and ears pressed back by the wind as he runs this way and that.

His… his fur. Oh his fur.

From a further away glance, his fur looks pristine. The oranges and yellows glow in the light almost like embers from a fire, and it doesn't look like there are any problems. Upon further inspection, however, Kratos can see the knots and mats of fur as well as the leaves, mud and sticks stuck in his pelt.

“Atreus!” he shouts, causing the wolf to skid to a halt. Atreus looks back at him with his head tilted, ears perked high. He's alert, tail held up still, his muscles bunched in preparation to move at his father’s command. “Come here.”

With that order, Atreus bounds towards him, returning to his regular form in a burst of light and heat. “Yes, Father? What's up?” he asks, and Kratos swears for a moment he still has the wolf ears and tail. But he does not. Atreus has not yet held his human form with characteristics of an animal, if he can at all.

“Return to a wolf,” Kratos says. Atreus raises a brow at him, a tad confused, but listens anyway. He stares up at Kratos through his sky blues as Kratos kneels beside him to get a closer look at his fur. And yup, sure enough, as Kratos combs his fingers through the fiery pelt, they get stuck in knots and clumps of matted fur. “Your fur.”

Atreus’s ear twitches and he twists his neck, nose knocking into Kratos’s face in the process- he's still learning the new lengths and parts of his body in this form. However, he can't see, so he begins to twist in the attempt to. Kratos catches one of his shoulders when he's once again smacked in the face- this time by Atreus’s long tail- to halt him. Atreus does so and looks back at him.

“Stay still,” Kratos says softly. Head tilted questioningly, Atreus does so, not even his tail wagging. Kratos once again brushes his hand through Atreus’s fur, lifting parts up to search for twigs and leaves. He does not have a brush now, nor does he regularly (their household doesn't need one) so all he can do at the moment is pick foreign objects free. He’ll ask one of the dwarves or Freya later if they have a brush and then work on untangling the knots and mats out of his son’s fur. “Your fur is messy.”

There's a small, curious murr from Atreus, as if he is trying to speak, until he realizes that he cannot like this. Instead, he stares at his father imploringly.

Atreus is not used to hair care, because as stated before, they do not need to worry about it in their household. Atreus’s hair is short and needs no brushing, while Kratos and Mimir are bald and only need to worry about their beards. They have combs for such tasks. Because of this, Atreus most likely forgot to keep an eye on his wolf form’s fur because he's never had to worry about that sort of issue in his human form.

Kratos has some experience, however, even if he himself has never had hair. The most important women of his life did have hair, and lots of it too. He helped Lysandre and Faye take care of it when they were too tired or pregnant, wanting to take some of the stress from their shoulders. With Calliope, he enjoyed brushing her hair. It was a bonding exercise for them. When Kratos was home, she'd run into his and his wife’s room with a brush, demanding he brush it for her for that day.

He's also cared for animal hair; his horse’s in particular. It's not the same as fur, but he's sure that with this experience, he’ll be able to figure out how to care for Atreus’s fur as well.

“Back,” Kratos says. Atreus hesitates for a moment before he falls to his side and rolls onto his back to expose his stomach. It's even worse in his stomach fur than it was everywhere else. Kratos sighs heavily, because he realizes now that he has his work cut out for him.

[thewritingofspencerrose]

Spilling All the Secrets

Oscar Piastri x OC!Grid Psychologist

No one knew exactly who was the cause of the newly employed "grid psychologist", they just knew that one had been hired and the entire grid was required to sit down for a meeting to establish a "baseline".

There was a reasonable amount of pushback, but with a lot of convincing from the team principles, everyone had agreed to their individual meetings, they all just had to be introduced first.

"Ok folks, the responsibility has been given to me to introduce you all to the FIA appointed psychologist that you will all be meeting with once a week between media duties on Thursday," Toto explains, glancing to Christian who stands behind him, the two most imposing of the principles assigned to wrangle the drivers. "This is Ms. Beatrix, she pursued a degree in psychology from Harvard, earning her masters from the same institution, digitally."

"Given her degree and understanding of human behavior, as well as a special knowledge of Formula 1, she will be a fantastic addition to the paddock," Christian adds, nodding offstage to a woman with blonde curls piled on her head in a clip, a white button up tucked into black pants, absolutely no clear association to any team. "Come on up, miss."

"Please, just call me Bea," Bea addresses not only the principles but also the crowd, consisting of 20 men who devote their lives to speed. "And hello, it's a pleasure to be here with you all," She greets the boys in what sounds like a Dutch accent. "As you have been made aware, you will each be meeting with me once a week, just to chat. Whether you want to tell me all your deep dark secrets, " Cue an elbow to Max Verstappen from Lando Norris, "Or just use the time to cool down, either is perfectly okay with me. I'm not here to force you to talk, I'm here to make sure you're all in your best head space to safely do what you love."

"Does anyone have any questions for Bea?" Toto questions, looking over the boys.

"Don't be afraid boys, I don't bite," She assures, accent getting even thicker as her smile grows.

"Where are you from?" Logan is the one to speak up, Oscar shoving his shoulder at the bold question.

"I grew up in Zonhoven, Belgium until I was thirteen, and then went to boarding school at Château de Rosemont in near Paris," She answers, having no issue. "The accent just never got the message, if that's why you were asking Mr.Sargent."

"So you know who each of us is?" Carlos asks, one thick eye brow raised in question.

"I do. I was informed on the basics of each of you, Mr.Sainz."

"Will you be traveling with us?" Oscars voice is the next to ask, a faint blush covering the woman's face.

"I will," She answers, nodding gently. "My daughter and I will be traveling with you from race to race."

"Daughter?" Checo asks, accent as thick as his judgement.

And she can't help but sigh, "Yes, my daughter. She's almost 8 months," She confesses, and although you can sense the insecurity, the twenty-two year old smiles at the thought of the baby, their baby.

"Well, I think I can speak on behalf of the whole grid that we look forward to sitting down with you," Lewis says, making her smile.

"As I all of you. Prepare to spill all the secrets."

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oscarpiastri is thrilled that his wife and babygirl will joining him on the GP circuit this season (does this count as spilling all my secrets?)

landonorris ... is this the same baby as the one that belongs to psychologist.bea?? are you married to our psychologist??

oscarpiastri i can neither confirm nor deny?

psychologist.bea i can. he's my husband, much to logansargeant's chagrin

logansargeant i will be talking about this in my session.

[bloodmoonsrevenge]

doodle of errink for a lil drabble below. would be coloured if i had my tablet, but i lost my pen </3 lore out of my god alternate multiverse, where many are considered gods or demigods (eg. cross is the demigod of chaos/vengeance). // Error; He who is called finally answers. In an act of pettiness and revenge against him, one of Nightmare's subordinates had touched him. Frankly, Error had been standing quietly, waiting for Nightmare to finish his short rant about Dream and his ilk. After eons of this fighting, it was old, but this took the cake for stirring shit that didn't need to be stirred. Thanks to Error's broken, fractured core-code, when Soul-bound beings touched him, it ruptured. The code sought to be complete, seeking each exit rabidly, and thus caused mass amount of pain when he was touched by them. The fact that he can't remember who touched him was startling. As he comes to consciousness from the rather violent reboot, staring into the abyssal galactic skies of Outertale, faint blobs and shapes were settled close to him. Long, nimble fingers stained with black ink gently passed over his brow line just before rounded glasses were settled back on his features. Only Souled beings caused him agony. Familiar, bright shapes greet him, a flash of relief somewhere in the faintly blue-yellow star and circle. "There he is." Ink smirks down at Error and the God of Destruction rolls his eye-lights. Ink's talons are slowly passing over his back, helping him to sit back up. His limbs were heavy, and he felt sick. Crashes had gotten so, so much worse over the past hundred and some years. "Are you okay? Seemed like a, ah... pretty bad crash." The comment is cool coming out of Ink, impersonal and distant, but Error knows better. He watches the shapes change in Ink's sockets, fluttering with brief bouts of concern and worry. For such a Soulless being, his capacity for intelligent emotion was wildly more than many gave him credit for. "f-fUckIn fIne, sqUid." Error shifts, letting one of his hands raise to look at the phalanges. Thick, coiling claws are covered in rupturing code, flickering with ERROR signals and thin white lines. "Th- hEy'rE gETtinG woRSe." He murmurs, feeling Ink's talons slowly wrap around his wrist. Impassive, Ink's gaze lingers on Error's features the most. Despite it all, Error is glad he came. As much as he hates (loves?) him, the squid had been with him through more than he cared to remember. Ink makes a soft humming, brushing his thumb across Error's ulna. The motion of comfort does wonders for his broken, sharded Soul. A tiny, scribbly heart makes up his eye-light before he blinks it away. One day he'd tell him. Not today. The stars glitter above them, uncaring and free, and in envy, he wishes he was too. Ink belongs to Comyet Error belongs to Crayon-Queen I ask that my work is not reposted/used without permission. re-blogging is fine, thank you.

[beautifuldisaster88]

Forever by my side

A/N: After coming across the gif, this idea randomly came to me. If I get the inspiration, I MIGHT make a part two. I used the same McKenzie/Kenzie, but you can picture reader as yourself or whoever you want. The only description of reader is; female, 17, eye color (mentioned only once) Rafe always called her 'bunny'

Summary: Rafe's girlfriend is John B's twin sister and he tells her everything. She's seen a lot of bad shit, but swore to always keep her mouth shut because she loves Rafe. Ward on the other hand becomes Paranoid that the Routledge girl will go to the sheriff, so he takes matters into his own hands, causing his son to finally snap.

Warnings: mentions of murder, actual murder, violence, Rafe seeing hallucinations not knowing it's not real, cursing, mentions of torture. I think that's it?

Rafe's tall frame appeared in the doorway. The young man looked at his father, Ward Cameron, as he made his way inside his office. What the hell did Ward want from him now? He didn't have time for this shit.

"What the hell do you want, dad? I already told you that I need to find-"

The dirty blonde was cut off by Ward, clearly making Rafe grow even more irritated.

"That's why I called you in here, son. You don't have to worry about that anymore. It's all been ta-"

Ward was then cutoff by a breaking news report on the TV. The older Cameron man sighed, knowing exactly what the news report was about. He was hoping to be the one to break it to Rafe before anyone else.

"Breaking News. Kildare County Sheriff's department was called out to the marsh earlier this morning, witnesses claiming they spotted a body."

The news reporter began, immediately catching Rafe's attention. He ignored his father, giving the TV his full attention. Outer Banks wasn't a big place, so it was more than likely that Rafe knew whoever's body was found. The last thing he ever expected to hear came next.

"According to Sheriff Shoupe, 17 year old McKenzie Routledge's body washed up early this morning. It's still unclear how the young girl died, and the Sheriff's department is currently undergoing an investigation. If you have any information we urge you to call the Sheriff's department. We will update you with new information as it becomes available. McKenzie left behind her twin brother, John B Routledge, not even a year after the death of their father. Our thoughts and prayers go out to her family and friends."

Rafe stood there frozen in place, his heart breaking and ears ringing, as tears fell from his eyes. Not his Kenzie, please, anyone but her. Who would want to hurt her, she was always nothing but sweet to everyone and she had no enemies. That's when it hit him.

He violently jerked his body around to face Ward, Rafe's blood already beginning to boil as his heart shattered into a million pieces.

"What the fuck did you do!?" Rafe screamed as he began to pace, jabbing his finger into his own chest. "I-I loved her, dad! She fucking saved me, saw me for me! W-why would you take her from me!? She never fucking hurt anyone!"

"Rafe, I need you to calm down. I did what I had to do.. to protect us... Protect you. The Routledge girl knew too much, and it was only a matter of time before she slipped up and told someone. She had to go, son. I did this for you."

Now Rafe was beyond angry, his vision immediately turning red, blurred with tears. He grabbed Ward by the collar of his shirt and slammed the older Cameron man violently against the wall. Rafe got right in his face, seething like a rabid animal. His piercing blue eyes were now dark.

"You didn't fucking do shit for me! You never have! You fucking killed her for your own selfish fucking needs! She's not like the other Pogues and she would have never opened her fucking mouth! You took away my only happiness! The only girl I have ever fucking loved! I swear to you, I will fucking kill you, but first I'm going to make you suffer, just like you did to my Kenzie. You're not my father, you're nothing but a pathetic, scared piece of shit. The scum on the bottom of my shoe. It's fucking over for you, Ward! I will avenge my love's death."

Rafe had his hand gripped around Ward's throat so tight, that he looked at the man with a sinister smile, tears still running down his face. He watched as Ward tried to gasp for air, clawing at his son's hand as his eyes and face began to turn colors. Rafe was going to kill Ward eventually, but first he wanted him to suffer, until he was begging Rafe to kill him.

A dark laugh rumbled deep from Rafe's chest, a clear sign that the Cameron boy had officially completely lost it. Ward tried to beg Rafe to stop, barely able to speak from his airway being cut off.

"Did you make my Kenzie beg for her life too, huh? Is the last thing you saw were those beautiful emerald green eyes filled with tears, begging you not to hurt her!? She was fucking innocent! Would've taken our secrets to her motherfucking grave... Which ironically enough, she did all because of you."

Rafe then began to repeatedly slam the back of Ward's head against the wall, over and over again, as his fist connected with Ward's face, jaw, nose, you name it. The Cameron boy beat the man he once looked up to to a bloody pulp, before literally dragging him down the stairs and into the basement, where he threw Ward inside the wine cellar.

Weeks went by, and nobody had heard from Ward. Rafe played the distraught son, acting like he was worried sick about his missing father, when the truth was he had him locked away where nobody would find him, Ward's days were numbered. Rafe had used every type of torture imaginable.

The worst part about the Cameron boy finally completely snapping? He held full on conversations with his Kenzie, as if she was standing right beside him, telling her that he was going to kill Ward for her. In Rafe's mind, Kenzie WAS there, even responding to him when he spoke.

"I love you, Rafey. I knew that I could always count on you to keep me safe. Once Ward is out of the picture, it'll be just you and me. We can finally leave this island and start our life together, away from everyone."

Rafe grinned like a maniac, looking directly at his Kenzie, when in reality he was looking at nothing. She wasn't there, she was dead, but he refused to believe that.

"I'll always protect you, bunny. This time next week, you and I will be on a private beach somewhere far away, sipping on cocktails and fucking under the sunlight. Ward is barely hanging on, and tomorrow is when we finally end him. I'm gonna marry you, Kenzie, yeah? Make you my wife and have a bunch of little ones running around. 'm gonna give you the world, baby."

Rafe caressed her cheek, actually caressing thin air, as he leaned his forehead against 'McKenzie's.

"I can't wait, Rafey. Now, come on, baby, we have a gruesome murder to prepare for. Don't listen when Ward tries to convince you that I'm not real. He's just trying to get you on his side, save his own ass. You can see me, touch me, feel me, you know I'm real, right baby?"

"Of course you're real, bunny. I don't believe anything Ward says, talking about he killed you. And they say I'm the crazy one? He's the one talking about you being dead, when I'm holding you in my arms right now."

The next night, Rafe murdered Ward, with his Kenzie by his side, cheering him on. He stabbed him over and over again, the same way that Ward had killed McKenzie, but in Rafe's mind both him and his Kenzie came up with the idea.

After disposing of Ward's body, the same exact way Ward had disposed of McKenzie's, Rafe packed his and Kenzie's bags and loaded up the truck. The two of them, in reality just Rafe, left the Outer Banks and never looked back.