#the type of awake where i can't even keep my eyes closed

[daz4i]

help me. i can't sleep

[sigyns-drafts]

waaa Hades,Buddha, Loki and Poseidon x gn!reader (seperate) who is tired and fell asleep during a meeting and it turned into a cuddle session after they got out of the meeting room.....😭

(I'm sorry I can't be more specific anymore I just want fluff of them :') , also sorry if your request is closed :') but I'm dying for them istg , If you don't write for this many characters you can exclude them! I don't mind! Or even ignore the request, just please stay hydrated and I hope you have a good day <3 )

A/N: Of course anon, I totally get you for wanting more content on your favourite characters, literally the same here!

Apologies it took forever and to everyone requesting! I've been very sick and things kept piling up, but I'm slowly making a return. <3

You described everything I needed to know just right, so please don't be sorry for anything! Thank you for being so caring, I apologise it took me forever. Don't forget to stay hydrated too~♡

Slumber in the Divine Boardroom 💤

➩ You and your divine boyfriend are attending an important meeting, but for whatever reason you find yourself very tired and eventually doze off.

Your boyfriend noticed and what does he do about this? Once everyone is gone turn this into a cuddle session between the two of you of course~

➩ Reader type: Gn!Reader x Hades, Buddha, Loki, Poseidon

⚠: Wholesome fluff, Romantic fluff, a lot of cuddling and nuzzling, teasing and flirting

Hades:

In the dimly lit meeting room located in the underworldly realm of Helheim. 

Hades found himself presiding over yet another gathering together with other formidable figures. 

Y/n, his partner who was only there for moral support like usual, could care less about what they spoke about when the weight of exhaustion and struggle to stay awake hit them like a heavy brick. 

Living with Hades and being his lover, while luxurious, was still a burden to handle at times.

Especially when the god was met with so many constant schedules and tasks he would have to attend and keep up with. 

Much to y/n's dismay, who not only wanted to be there for Hades using their own spare time to follow him around. 

They also wanted to spend time with their beloved king alone, which was a rare occurrence. 

As the talk of afterlife's affairs droned on for hours and the flickering torches cast eerie shadows on the cavernous walls, y/n's sleep deprived state only worsend over time.

Hades, who continued his stern discourse in front of his important guests, took notice in y/n's eyes, closing involuntarily, just across from where he stood. 

He almost felt guilty to have dragged y/n out here when they could have stayed at home resting. But y/n was always so persistent! 

The gentle hum of conversation became a distant murmur as y/n drifted into a peaceful slumber, head resting on the cold, obsidian table.

Eventually the meeting concluded, and the attendees filed out without questioning why Hades's love was asleep, leaving them alone to have their moment of peace. 

Uncharacteristically, a softer expression crossed the lord of the underworld's face as he observed Y/n's serene repose. Hades was pondering if he should wake y/n up but.. Something held him back. 

He gently strokes his hand through y/n's hair, taking it behind their ear before whispering in a low and soft tone to himself, but targeted towards his partner. 

"My precious, already sound asleep when you could have just told me you wanted to stay home today~"

Deciding to not wake up Y/n, Hades carefully summoned a cloak and draped it over them both, creating a makeshift cocoon of warmth to carry his love.

The chilly ambiance of Helheim transformed into a surprisingly cosy haven sometimes, especially when you'd be all cuddled up. 

Hades, normally not the type to do these things, now revealed a gentler side. 

While adjusting Y/n's position to ensure their comfort, the man picks them up with his strong arms. Making sure y/n's head rests nicely and steady on his wide and surprisingly warm shoulder. 

The god allowed himself a rare vulnerability, watching over Y/n with a small grin and a protective gaze.

As the flickering torches cast dancing shadows, the silence enveloped the room, broken only by the tapping of the man's shoes against the stone flooring. 

Hades decided the next best thing to do was to bring y/n back to their chambers and perhaps, even he could take a small rest there to enjoy their solitude a bit more.

Hades gently placed y/n onto their queen sized bed, careful not to disturb their peaceful slumber. Settling beside y/n, he couldn't resist the allure of their presence. 

The shadows seemed to soften as he pulled them into a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around their sleeping lover and relishing in the moment. 

Time passed in the quietude, and as sleep began to claim the god of the dead, y/n stirred. A soft blush tinted their cheeks as they realised the situation.

Nestled in the arms of Hades sent a warm shiver down their spine.

Y/n, not wanting to disturb Hades, who had succumbed to hypnos himself, gently moved closer. A gentle murmur escaped their lips, a tender reminder of the impending responsibilities that awaited the lord of the Underworld. 

With a soft touch, they roused Hades, their fingers tracing over the god's sharp features.

"Hades," y/n whispered, their voice a delicate melody in the quiet chamber. 

"We had another meeting to attend after the first. It's time to wake up darling.."

Hades, stirred from his slumber, opened his eyes to meet the gaze of y/n. 

The vulnerability in that moment was showing itself still, and a rare smile graced the god's lips. 

The weight of his responsibilities momentarily lifted as he thought to himself how lucky he was to wake up to y/n everyday. 

As Hades and y/n shared a lingering gaze, the gravity of their roles in the Underworld momentarily forgotten, Hades pulled y/n close to press his face against y/n's neck and nuzzle them. 

Y/n blushes even more at this and chuckles while combining through the Gods white locks of hair. 

"Oh hades~ you really can be a softie huh?"

With a soft nod, Hades agreed and acknowledged the reminder of his duties, yet he couldn't help but savour the warmth of his partner. 

"I'm only soft for you.. But only you y/n~"

Buddha:

Buddha, who found himself hesitant to attend another divine meeting between the leader gods of their respective pantheons, to discuss important matters regarding humanity, didn't want to go alone. 

So when struck with such a dilemma what does he do? Well he would bring a companion, and decided to bring none other than his most beloved Y/n! 

As they entered the grand hall of the gods, Y/n felt a mix of awe, nervousness and exhaustion. 

After all, they both had travelled far from their home! Also not to mention the fact y/n had been pulled into this extraordinary gathering a little out of nowhere. 

But upon such an offer from their man, how could they possibly refuse such a thing? 

They barely got to travel as much as they would have liked. 

As the meeting unfolded with gods discussing the fate of humanity. Y/n found themselves rather comfortably seated next to Buddha. 

However, soon struggled to stay awake, succumbing to the weariness of the divine environment. 

While the discussions continued, Y/n drifted into a gentle slumber, head resting on Buddha's shoulder.

After the gods concluded their deliberations and departed, Buddha, noticing Y/n's fatigue, chuckled softly to himself. 

He decided to play a light-hearted prank to wake them up. In his hand, he conjured a piece of his favourite chocolate snack, gently placing it near Y/n's nose. 

To his surprise, the sweet aroma stirred Y/n, who slowly opened their eyes.

"Huh, Buddha, what's that delicious smell..?"

Y/n, initially confused, was met with Buddha's playful smile. 

The two shared a moment of laughter, breaking the serious atmosphere that lingered after the gods' departure. 

Buddha, aware of Y/n's love for snacks, much like his own, decided to extend the lightheartedness of their cute moment further. 

"You know, since everyone is gone, we could go find a cosy spot to ourselves and enjoy some more treats~"

Y/n's lit up and they nodded excitedly at Buddha's suggestion! This had been so worth travelling for. 

"Oh yes please! I'd love to explore a little around here and then continue resting somewhere very nice."

While they wandered away from the divine hall, Buddha made sure to show y/n around and explore with them!

While they did they found a serene garden hidden within the world of gods, much to y/n and Buddha's enjoyment for their plan. 

Sitting down under a giant tree, Buddha and Y/n cuddled closely to each other. 

"Oh this is simply divine Buddha, thank you so much for taking me with you~!"

Buddha leaned against the tree while feeding himself and y/n, his partner resting against his chest enjoying the moment and snacks they were fed.

"Me too sweetie, I knew you were the right one to bring with me."

Buddha grins happily, looking down at y/n, his eyes shining with love for them. He leans down and teasingly kisses their cheek. 

"Even though you feel asleep during the meeting, which is my thing!"

The couple burst out laughing at Buddha's joking comment, it was true! 

Y/n blushes slightly, they couldn't help but smile widely at Buddha's words. 

He would usually take the chance to nap during such meetings if it wasn't to his interest. 

With the rustling of leaves, Buddha and Y/n savoured the snacks, bonding over their shared love for their special delights. 

The garden became a space where they could find peace all to themselves.

Loki:

In the grand halls of Asgard, the gods gathered for a crucial meeting. 

Loki, mischievous as ever, had brought y/n along with him. 

He claimed he couldn't leave y/n alone at home, but his true intention was to find amusement in y/n's company during the important discussions.

As the meeting unfolded, the weight of the gods' discussions combined with y/n's exhaustion from the day took its toll. 

Y/n found it hard to keep their eyes open, succumbing to the lull of drowsiness. 

Unbeknownst to them, Loki couldn't resist the opportunity to toy with y/n while maintaining his composure.

Loki leaned in, whispering in y/n's ear, "Sweet y/n, the godly matters bore you to sleep, I see~"

Y/n mumbled a half-conscious response, "No no! Just... tired."

Loki grinned, plotting mischief as the gods continued their discourse. 

However, his plans were thwarted when y/n's eyelids drooped further, and they drifted into a peaceful slumber.

When the meeting concluded, and as the gods departed, Loki turned his attention back to y/n. 

He marvelled at the serene expression on their peaceful face, finding unexpected adoration replacing his mischievous intentions. 

With a gentle touch, he attempted to wake their lover up, calling their name softly or shaking them gently. 

But no response or reaction came! 

Growing impatient yet oddly fond, Loki decided to resort to a different tactic. 

His fingers danced along y/n's sides, tickling them with ease. 

In an instant, y/n jolted awake, eyes wide open in surprise.

"Loki! What in helheim are you doing?!" Y/n exclaimed, totally flushed and caught off guard.

He chuckled, pulling y/n close to himself.

"I couldn't resist, my dear. You looked so peaceful, but my attempts at a normal awakening failed."

Rolling their eyes, y/n sighed to themselves.

"You could've just shaken me gently."

"I tried! Either way this way is much more entertaining hehe~" 

Loki teased, a mischievous glint in his eyes as he nuzzled himself against y/n's neck.

Despite y/n's initial annoyance, a smile crept onto their face. 

The tension dissipated as Loki wrapped his arms around them even tighter than before, his soft kisses tickling y/n's neck. 

The god of mischief had traded his tricks for a tender moment, and as you cuddled together in the room, leaving only the intimacy of the two of you.

Poseidon:

Poseidon and Y/n found themselves in a grand hall, attending a crucial meeting among the sea gods. 

As discussions flowed, Y/n, overwhelmed by the divine chatter, struggled to keep their eyes open. 

Poseidon noticed and chuckled under his breath, finding it entertaining. Though you could barely tell that he was excited, from his serious and unchanging face. 

Poseidon leans close to y/n and starts whispering, almost mockingly.

"Someone's having a bit of trouble staying awake, aren't they?"

Y/n, in a half-dreamy state, mumbled a half-hearted response, "No! Just a little bored from... godly matters."

As the meeting concluded and the other ocean gods dispersed, leaving Poseidon and Y/n alone in the now empty hall. 

Y/n, succumbing to exhaustion, had dozed off in their seat. Poseidon, finding the situation amusing, decided to take advantage of the moment.

The god finally lets his cold stone of a face change and smirks. 

"Well, well, my dear Y/n, it seems the weight of divine matters was a bit too much for you."

Y/n, still half-asleep, groggily responded, "I'm awake, I'm awake... I just closed my eyes for a moment!"

Poseidon raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his ocean blue eyes. 

"A moment? It felt like an eternity. You missed quite an enlightening discussion on ocean currents.."

Y/n, now fully aware of their surroundings, blushed and tried to defend themselves. 

"I'm sorry, Poseidon. It's not that I wasn't interested. I just... the ambiance was so soothing."

Poseidon grinned, his godly aura radiating strongly. 

"Soothing, you say? Well, maybe you just need a less comfortable place to discuss matters then."

"What? No! Please Poseidon, I truly love the beauty of your halls and wouldn't want to change it for the world."

"Not even to make yourself.. Even more comfortable?"

Y/n blinks, now feeling very confused with the mixed signals they were getting. 

"Pardon me love..?"

With a snap of his fingers, the grand hall transformed into a cosy space filled with pillows and soft blankets. Y/n looked around, bewildered.

"What is the meaning of this, are you not going to lecture me?"

"I thought for a change I could be more easy on you, after all you are my lover. Now, let's catch up on the discussion, shall we?"

As they settled into the comfortable space, Poseidon pulled Y/n into a playful embrace. 

The serious tone of the meeting and his was replaced by laughter and gentle teasing. Something Y/n definitely had to get used to! 

"But seriously darling. Clearly, the weight of godly responsibilities is too much for you to bear."

Y/n rolled their eyes, there he went again insisting.

"Oh, please. You're one to talk, Lord of the Sea. Your ocean currents lecture nearly put me to sleep."

Poseidon chuckled, his selden heard laughter echoing through the transformed hall. 

The god, known for his seriousness, was now wrapped in the warmth of his love's presence, turning an important meeting into an unexpected cuddle session.

But of course, still making sure y/n caught up on what they had missed. 

And so, surrounded by the divine comfort of their impromptu sanctuary, Poseidon continued to playfully lecture Y/n.

Both revel in the joy of each other's company amidst their responsibilities.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

Back for More

Written for @steddieangstyaugust - days 9 (Upside Down) and 11 (Temporary Character Death). They just happened to merge and I didn't stop them.

It was eerily quiet in the Upside Down. The rustling of demobat wings had died down, black tendrils lied still as their master fled to God knows where to lick his wounds. Only the constant storm that would never bring rain loomed over them.

Steve's vision was still blurry after the near strangulation at the Creel house, and Eddie? Well. Eddie was dying.

"Wait here until we can find help," they'd said. "Keep him safe. Keep him alive and talking." Robin and Nancy dragged Dustin away, screaming, crying, and Steve made a reckless promise to make sure that his favorite twerp of the twerp troupe (also known as the Party, the most annoying kids known to mankind) was out of danger. Or at least as much as one could be when the world was ending.

So, the promise? Keep Eddie from dying.

That was easier said than done. Demobats made Eddie their free buffet - Steve hated himself for thinking that, but maybe he could blame it on the dizziness - and now Eddie was even more full of holes than a golf course. Minus the flags.

Yeah, maybe Steve was panicking a little. But hey, who wasn't?

"Come on, man," he muttered as Eddie's hand dropped, letting go of the blood soaked cloth. "Keep it on the wound. I'm not an octopus, I can't plug in all of these, uh…"

Eddie laughed, but it made such a horrendous gurgling sound that Steve hoped he hadn't done that. "New entrances to the temple that is my body, Harrington?"

Steve's brow furrowed in disgust. Which was funny because, you know, they were covered in blood and grime, so this shouldn't have even fazed him. It still did. "Ew. Don't…just don't."

He still reached out and repositioned Eddie's hand to cover the less severe wounds. Which really weren't less severe, all were gnarly and jagged, but at least Eddie could reach them. Steve's hand didn't leave the most dangerous looking one on his neck, pressing down and slowing down the bleeding.

"Aww. Harrington is shy," whispered Eddie, but obediently used the last of his strength to cover the wound on his side.

"Am not. Your innuendos just suck. Where did you get those, in a history class?"

Eddie's mouth twitched into another smile. "Nah. In front of the mirror, like all proper men. Which might be…why they don't work. On other men."

Other men. Huh. Steve had never suspected anything.

His eyes were starting to close, his breathing more shallow, and yep, this was the moment that Steve would normally get up, get punched, get in the harm's way so the others could escape. But this time it wouldn't work. It was just him and Eddie and so much blood that just wouldn't stay on the inside where it belonged.

Keep him talking. That's what he promised to do.

He nudged Eddie with his knee. "Hey. Hey, Munson! Now I'm curious. How do you know they don't work? Have you tested them?"

Eddie groaned, but one of his eyes opened again. "Jesus H Christ, Harrington. Can I just die from blood loss and not embarrassment?"

"Nope. No dying either way. Tell me."

Another groan, another gurgle. "Didn't trest anything, man. This is Hawkins. I never even told anyone. Shit, I didn't even want to tell you, but I'm feeling kinda lightheaded…"

Not good. Not fucking good at all. "It's fine, we're bonding, right?" But Eddie didn't respond, and Steve didn't have a third hand to slap him awake, so he just went for the conversational jugular. "I mean. I kinda get it. I saw a lot of stuff in the locker rooms and I've always thought Tommy has some nice shoulders and back. And…below."

That got Eddie's attention. His eyes opened again, and the bloodied grin he showed Steve was worth the mortifying admission. "Well well well. Who would have thought we have the same taste in men, King Steve? Type, I mean. Hagan's an asshole. But jocks…hmmm. Good for you to…have such a nice view."

Now he was talking too much, and his breath was getting even more shallow. Shit. "You'll get it too, man. Not all places are Hawkins. So stay awake, keep pressure on your…ugh, fine…new entrances to the temple of Munson, and I swear that when you're all healed up, I'll drive you to wherever you feel more comfortable, and we'll get you a jock to smooch or admire. Or both."

"Sounds nice," whispered Eddie. Then, after a pause: "being smooched, I mean. It's so lame, dying without being kissed. Ever."

Look, Steve was running out of options. There was no sound, no indication of help coming, and he had to keep his promise. The world was ending anyway. "Would you like not to?" he asked.

"Huh?"

"I mean," said Steve and even attempted his signature hair flip, which earned him a weak chuckle from Eddie. "I know I look like shit now, but I was a jock. And I'm pretty sure I'm a better kisser than Tommy."

"…have better ass too…"

Steve burst out laughing, and perhaps he managed to hide the slowly rising wave of hysteria. "Yes, thank you! I knew someone would eventually have good taste and say it out loud. But seriously, uh…I'm offering. I mean, as far as first kisses go, this whole scenario will be pretty memorable."

Eddie smiled at him from the ground, and it was so sad that Steve wanted to punch Hawkins, his younger self and everyone who made Munson look this self-deprecating. "You don't have to, Steve. Pity isn't a good look on you."

"It's not," he said quickly, with more force than he'd intended. "Seriously, Eddie. It's not. It's…curiosity for me too. And maybe I also need to take my mind off things, because this whole week has been so incredibly shitty, more for me than you, but still, and it's not like we have anything better to do anyways. So I'm asking again, a bit more tactfully this time - may I kiss you before you change your mind and stop liking jocks?"

"Not gonna happen," whispered Eddie, but his smile was wider now. There was a strange sheen to his eyes, but Steve was only focused on buying just a bit more time, a few more minutes, even seconds. "Come on, big boy. Deflower my lips. Or something."

"You just had to make it weird."

Steve leaned down and inspected Eddie's face. It was covered in drying blood, so were his lips, but it didn't matter. He moved even further, still maintaining the pressure on Eddie's neck wound, and pressed their lips together.

It wasn't much, he was careful not to obstruct Eddie's breathing, but it felt nice. He imagined what it might have been like under different circumstances - Eddie's stubble against his chin, maybe taste of his cigarettes instead of blood, hand in his wild hair and around his slender waist. He winced as Eddie's tongue darted out and licked the cut in Steve's lip, but he met him halfway without hesitation.

As he started pulling away to give Eddie more space to breathe, Steve had a sudden realization. Despite his loudness and abrasive behavior, Eddie deserved the gentleness, the caution. Steve wondered if he could have given it to him in another time, another life.

"So," he asked, still hovering over Eddie, "was that everything you dreamed of?"

Eddie's voice was barely more than a sigh now. "Bit…less blood in my dreams. But…yeah. I really wish…"

The hand on his wound was slipping again. Steve moved it back. "Yeah?"

"I really wish I could have come back for more."

His hand dropped again, and this time, no matter how much Steve threatened, argued or pleaded, it wouldn't rise again.

"Eddie." Steve nudged him again, but his body was still. "Hey, Eddie. Wake up. You can come back for more anytime you want. Just…just hold on, get better and then you can have as many kisses as you want. Come on. Don't…"

When Nancy and Robin finally made it back with supplies, they found Steve still covering Eddie's wounds, not leaving his side. When they tried to move him, to make him let go of Eddie's body, Steve could only say one thing - "I made a promise."

..

Two weeks passed. The world was still ending, Max was in a coma, and Eddie was gone. It felt wrong, being able to summarize so much pain in such few words. Steve couldn't look Dustin in the eye, grateful for the return of the California crew so that Dustin had someone to support him apart from Lucas. He broke two promises in the same day, probably the most important ones he'd ever made.

His body functioned on autopilot. Donations, disaster relief, he did it all to keep busy. He slept very little, but when he did, he no longer had the intense, terrifying nightmares. Instead, he dreamt of Eddie, alive and well, meeting him in a bar, at Skull Rock, kissing him again and again.

Every day he woke up, had a blissful moment when reality was hazy, and then it hit. Eddie would never kiss him again.

It was yet another night full of tossing and turning in his bed. When Steve finally fell asleep, he was in a familiar dream. Sweet and soft kisses, Eddie's hair tickling his face. But this time, his lips felt more rough, and there was sharp pressure on his lower lip.

When he woke up, he thought he was still dreaming. His head was gently cradled by slender hands, long hair was tickling his face…and Eddie was in his bed.

He was dirty, covered in crusts of dried blood. His clothes were torn and the unnatural sheen in his eyes that Steve had noticed back in the Upside Down made it seem like the whites of his eyes were glowing. His nails were sharp, his canines were peeking out from under his upper lip, but it was him, in flesh. In scarred but miraculously healed flesh. 

"Eddie?"

"You said," he whispered, and it sounded raspy, rough. "You said I could come back for more."

It might have been a dream - or maybe not, Steve would find traces of mud and a familiar looking bandana in his bed the next day. But Steve didn't know that yet. What he knew was this - even if it was a dream, even if he was about to have yet another painful realization the next day, he'd take it. Because Eddie was worth every single second of that pain.

He wrapped his arms around the dream visitor's neck and pulled him back into his bed. "I did say that. And I'm a man of my word."

[sublimecatgalaxy]

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: Smut, 18+, this is filthy smut guys, I loved writing it though, don't get me wrong.

Summary: This is a request from an anon, "Rafe Cameron smut friends with benefits? Super playful vibes and stuff but hard core smut LOL"

My whole body turns with a groan, skimming my hands along the top of my bed, trying to locate my phone that buzzed, forcing me from my half awake, half asleep limbo.

With a hiss, I turn on my phone, the light from it nearly blinding me as the facial recognition tries desperately to figure my face out but, to no avail.

Rafe: Are you up?

I snort, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes before flipping onto my stomach, achy fingers typing back a witty response before laying back down, closing my eyes for a few more minutes, knowing that I'll be pulling myself out of the comfort of my bed in just a few moments.

Me: Is this a 'u up?' text, Rafe?

Rafe: If it is, would you come over.

He knows the answer, he knows that I would come over and be there in minutes if he asked me to but he just never seems to ask flat out. There's always a game, always a way for him to bribe me over to his place to flip me on all fours and keep me up all night.

Me: What are you offering?

Rafe: Really rough sex and air fried egg rolls.

Well that's probably the best thing he's managed to come up with in weeks, but in the grand scheme of things, all he had to say was 'rough sex' and I'd topple out of bed and into a new outfit and brushed teeth like I'm doing now.

Me: I'll be there in ten.

"Where are the egg rolls." I ask, barely kissing Rafe's lips as he pushes me against the wall, hands firmly gripping my hips to pull my body flush against his and he chuckles.

"Fuck- after." He mumbles into the kiss, lips parting messily against mine and I moan loudly, fingers threading through his hair, giving it a firm tug but I can't bite back the giggles that are escaping me. "You're thinking about egg rolls aren't you?"

"Shut up, I'm thinking about your cock in me." His eyes darken, the smile that was once there is now fanned out into a thin line as he watches me, eyes trailing down my body before he's grabbing my hand and pulling me up the stairs.

I giggle loudly and struggle to keep up with him and the moment we enter the room, he's pulling my dress off, tossing it to the ground. I rest back onto the bed, waiting for him to strip himself of his clothes, watching him drop every piece of clothing with wide, excited eyes.

"Way to be subtle." He chuckles as I part my knees, loving the way that Rafe bites at his lip, reaching out to brush his thumb across the wet mark on my panties.

"Way to take what you want." I wiggle my brows at him and he growls, slipping down on top of me and before I can even get the chance to slip my panties from my body, he pulls them aside and slips inside of me.

"You want me to take you?" He asks but I can barely think and my eyes instinctually flutter shut, head falling back against the mattress with a loud, delayed moan.

"Yes." Rafe's biceps clench beside my head, fists turning white as he supports his weight above me and I wrap my legs around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer to me, jaw practically unhinged from pleasure.

"You want it rough?" His nose drags against my cheek and I smile wickedly, nodding my head as he begins to thrust in and out of me, deep groans rumbling in his chest as my nails scratch down the column of his spine.

"Harder." I beg, breathlessly whimpering in his ear and it only seems to egg him on, his hand slapping my thigh before wrapping under my waist to pull me closer to him, hitting at a deeper angle within me that I didn't even know was possible.

"Yeah?" He hums, pressing a sweet kiss to my cheek, the complete opposite feeling of his hips pounding into mine. "Fuck, Y/n." He moans, almost losing his composure, hips pausing briefly against mine before picking up the speed at a faster pace. "So good for me."

[just-wrting]

Fell For You

Title: Fell For You

Pairing: LA!Vinsmoke Sanji x Reader

Summary: You know that a certain charming cook gets feelings easily, but when he asks for your help, you can't refuse.

Word Count: 1629

Master List

A/N: I promise I've been working on this stuff, life just isn't cooperating with me. If it's not feeling physically like shit, it's having a rough time mentally or just working at a weird time. I'll make my way through this list eventually just maybe when I do a challenge it'll be after seeing my neurologist.

It’s been a week since you noticed the change. When you first met, you didn't think he had been flirting with you, but now you have the feeling he is. It’s a bit of a surprise really, considering not many men have ever been into you.

It started with small gestures, your favorite foods more often, and frequent snacks. Then it escalated to a pet name and gentle hands on your shoulders during fights. You aren’t opposed to any of these things, it just confuses you.

“Man, it must be nice to get an extra portion,” Luffy whines. “Sanji, can I have more meat?”

“Since there’s more than enough, yes. Just stop asking (Y/N) for their portions.”

You watch Sanji as he piles Luffy’s plate with more food. It’s impressive how much he’s able to put away without getting sick. You wouldn’t mind giving him some of your food, Sanji has just gotten a bit protective.

It’s not completely unwarranted, you’ve never been good at fighting. In fact, you’re so terrible at it that you’re wondering how you ended up as a pirate. Maybe fate had interesting ways of making you miserable. Being with the Strawhats made it easier to deal with.

“I prefer smaller meals anyway, so I don’t mind sharing,” you reassure Luffy. “I’ve gotta save room for the best part of the meal, dessert.”

Sanji hovers around you. You’d rather have him sit down, but he’s stubborn and has yet to actually sit next to you. Whenever you offer, he gets this odd look on his face and mumbles some sort of excuse.

“It’s your lucky day then, mon chou, I’ve made some eclairs.”

He sets the tray in front of you, giving you a soft smile. You’re unsure of what a mon chou is, but you let him call you that. He seems quite happy when you respond to it, so you’ll play along a little longer.

The eclair is firm, with a sweet cream filling. The chocolate is semi-sweet, having a bit of a bitter taste which is nice and makes the pastry not overpoweringly sweet. Not that you would care, dessert is dessert, and Sanji has made some amazing treats. You could get used to this sort of treatment.

—-

Almost everyone else is asleep, but you can’t help yourself. Most of the eclairs were eaten while you savored yours, so you’re craving another. Sanji promised you he’d bring you more later, but he hasn't come yet.

You know he’s awake, when you see the table covered in various desserts. There’s brownies cut neatly into squares and hearts, cookies of all different types, and even mini cakes halfway decorated. It’s an impressive layout, and you can’t wait to dig in.

“I don’t think he’ll mind,” you whisper, trying to convince yourself that your crime will be okay. “He won’t even notice if a few of these are missing.”

“Actually, I keep track of all the food we have on the Merry,” Sanji says from behind you. “Though if it’s you, I don’t mind if some go missing.”

You pull a chair closer to the table and wave him over. “Since you’re the chef, where do I start?”

Sanji is slow to take a seat, and he makes sure to sit a ways away. “As long as you like them all, it doesn’t matter. Do tell me how they taste, as a favor.”

You give him a cheeky grin. “Oh, you’re asking me for favors now? You’ll owe me a favor then.”

He looks away from you, so you dig in. The first dessert is the colorful array of macaroons. They melt on your tongue and the tartness of fresh raspberries pairs well with the sweetness of the cream, and you close your eyes to savor the taste. It’s such a delicate sort of cookie that you can’t help but enjoy.

Sanji’s gaze makes you feel a bit warm, wondering if you got it all over your face somehow. It doesn’t stop you from savoring the treat.

“Give me another one,” you demand, eyes still closed. “I want it to be a surprise.”

There’s a pause. After a moment, you hear a fork against a plate. You feel like maybe you’re teasing him, but you don’t want to open your eyes. You’d like to try to guess what he’s feeding you.

“Open up.” His voice is barely a whisper.

You comply, feeling the rich cake settle on your tongue. As soon as you feel the fork drop it, you close your mouth to savor the cake. This one was certainly made with your favor of sweets in mind, with a sweet chocolate taste almost overwhelming your senses. It’s paired with a cherry filling, and you’re shocked by how perfectly it compliments the chocolate.

“This is amazing,” you mumble out, covering your mouth. “I could get used to this.”

After opening your eyes, you’re glad to see Sanji has moved his chair closer to you. The moon light makes his light blonde hair look pale, and you’re tempted to study how handsome he really is. Once he notices you staring however, he looks away from you.

“Can I ask you for another favor?”

You nod. “As long as I can keep trying these.”

You don’t think he hears you, due to the fact that he’s nervously playing with a towel. It doesn’t bother you. It’s clearly something that he isn’t too sure about, so you’ll wait until he’s ready.

“I’ve been having a hard time figuring out how I feel about someone. I don’t think I’ve ever felt like this before,” he explains softly. “Can you help me figure out what it is?”

You toss the last bite of a second macaroon in your mouth. After finishing, you start talking. “Sure. How about you start by closing your eyes.”

After Sanji complies, you scoot closer to him. Waving your hand in front of his face, you’re satisfied that he’s got his eyes tightly closed.

“Think about this person. Just about them during the day to day life. Now tell me what happens. What does your body do?”

Sanji’s face starts to turn red. “Is my face turning red? I get the feeling it is. That and my chest feels tight, my heart is racing, and my stomach feels weird. Not nauseous, but like I can’t eat.”

“I bet your hands are also sweaty, aren’t they?” you ask, and he nods. “Now, can you imagine holding hands with this person? What about kissing them? How about holding them tightly during the night as you sleep?”

Somehow, his face gets more red. “I-” he pauses and swallows hard. “I can.”

“That settles it. I think you have genuine feelings for this person. Perhaps even love them,” you tease.

Suddenly, his eyes shoot open. “I’m sure I left something in the oven.”

As Sanji makes his way to the oven, you pout. While it’s convenient for him to have forgotten something in the oven, you wanted to know who this person is.

Determined to get an answer, you follow him and sit on the counter. You kick your legs back and forth waiting for him to pay attention to you. Thankfully, he sets the next set of cookies on the counter next to you.

“Don’t touch them, they’re hot.”

You ponder his order, still pouting. “Only if you tell me who this person is. Consider it my payment for the favors.”

He sets his hands next to your thighs and leans his head against your shoulder. You can smell his soap due to how close he is and you can feel your heart start to race. Desperate to ignore the feeling, you keep teasing him.

“Is it…” you drawl, “Zoro? Is it because he can wield three swords? That is impressive.”

Sanji lets out a groan. “That green haired oaf? Impossible.”

“Well then, who is it? Come on, Sanji.”

He doesn’t respond and instead continues to rest his head on you. It’s quite cute to see him like this, and you really want to fluster him even more. You’ve got a feeling about who this mystery crush could be, but you want to hear him say it.

“Please. I’ll keep it a secret,” you say in a singsong voice.

Still, the silence drags on. This time, he turns his head to place his nose in the crook of your neck. You have to stifle a giggle since his breath tickles.

“Mon chou, why do you want to know?”

“Maybe I just wanna know about you. Maybe I like the drama. But that doesn’t matter,” you say. “Can I cash in my favor? Right now?”

Sanji nods and mumbles in agreement.

“Then, can you kiss me?”

“Don’t ask such a thing of me, mon chou.”

He pulls his head out of your neck and faces you. You don’t think you’ve ever seen anyone look this flustered, and you know you’ve confirmed it. However, there is a sinking feeling in your stomach.

“Why can’t I? If you do, then I know who you like. If you don’t, then I’ll keep guessing.”

Sanji hums in thought, his face close to yours. All words die in your throat. Despite how nervous you know he is, his hands are steady as he holds your cheek.

“Because I’m not sure if I can stop myself.”

His lips are soft as he kisses you. It’s more tender than you expected, and you wrap your arms around his neck. He tastes sweet, and you find yourself wanting more.

Despite his claims, Sanji keeps his hands on the counter. That doesn’t stop him from kissing you senselessly. You aren’t sure how long you stay like that, though when he finally stops kissing you, the cookies have cooled.

[yutanology]

(UNEDITED) Yandere!Jake × Reader

WARNINGS : yandere, suicide, depressing thoughts, guilt tripping, mentions of dead body and manipulation

Jake pets your head softly while humming the same song that he always sang to you. Your body was leaning on his chest and his arms were securely wrapped around you, hugging you to keep your cold body warm.

He kept you close to him as possible, wishing that he would hear your heart beating and you breathing air out of your nose but no matter how he kept his ears open for you, he never got to hear anything from you.

He wished this was only a bad dream and when he wakes up, everything was completely fine but no. Everything is real.

He should've let you go before it's too late. He should've let you walk away. Even if it pains him that you're happier without him, you could've been atleast alive still.

He isn't usually the selfish type of a person. He had always been so generous but it's a different topic when it comes to you. He never wanted to lose you or share you to someone else. He only wanted you all to himself.

Losing you was literally the last thing he'd ever wanted to happen.

You really loved him. So much that you didn't expect that you'd actually fall out of love for him. You did talk about this with him and it only ended with a lot of misunderstandings and arguments.

"How could you even—" he gritted his teeth together trying to bite back the hurtful words that were trying to come out his mouth. "Was that all a lie then? Everything we had?"

The room seemed to be even colder than outside where snow was gracefully falling to earth. The first snow of December.

"That's not what I meant—"

"Stop telling me that!"  his voice echoed his anger. "If you really loved me, you could've not thought of leaving me to suffer alone after making me believe all those "I love you"s."

He was stupid. He trapped you through all those guilt trips and tiny bits of manipulation just so he could convince you that you were wrong, that you were at fault and you'd find yourself still binded with him.

"I'm sorry..." you were the one who apologized and he'd embrace you, telling you that he forgives you. After that, he acted like the arguments never happened.

Seeing him smile again relieved you but it worried you of how you can't feel the sparks and butterflies you used to feel anymore whenever you saw him.

You were too kind to ruin that beautiful smile on his lips so you decided not to bring it up ever again. The thing was, you never thought that doing that would make you suffer in return.

You tried your very best to keep Jake happy to the point where you mostly neglected your own happiness. Every night when he's holding you to his sleep, you'd stare at the ceiling wide awake as you wonder what you were doing.

The same thing happened again and again until you were drained. You hated to be this selfish but you were too tired to even care about anything anymore. And that lead you to drowning yourself into a peaceful rest.

Jake absentmindedly kept on petting your wet hair as his teary dull eyes stared at your pale yet beautiful face. Warm tears kept on running down his cheeks but he doesn't make any crying sound.

Just silently weeping over your dead body. "How can you still be this beautiful?" he asked, brushing a strand of your hair away from your face. He smiled bitterly.

"I-i'm sorry..." his voice cracked. He never thought that all it would take him to apologize to you was you being gone literally.

"I'm so sorry, my love.."

[twimshi]

Shattered Realities Prt.1 (Hobie brown/P!Reader)

ALSO THIS IS A ROUGH DRAFT SINCE IVE NEVER WRITTEN LIKE THIS BEFORE.

What happens if someone from our universe where no superheroes exist, falls into the society of superheroes

"She isn't glitching"

She doesn't remember falling until she feels her stomach flip, her eyes flying open with the multitude of colors that blind her vision as she catapulted.

She also dosent remember screaming but she most definitely was.

"Holy shit-" Her arms are flailed and bent in all types of positions trying to possibly slow her descent as she hits the hard pavement.

It doesn't.

She thinks something pops but pays no mind to it because of the crowd forming around her.

Multiple people in a familiar red jumpsuit surround her vision.

She slowly gets up despite the pain in her left shoulder to examine everything around her.

Before she even tries to run away someone shoots something that reminded her of a tazer she saw in a minions movie once, but without the electric shock part, causing her to fall before her hands were stuck together making her fall on her face.

Though the impact alone didn't hurt her elbow sent a jolt of pain across her entire body making her scream in pain.

"Who is she?" One says on a horse.

Oh my god was she on drugs?

"Is she another Spiderman?" Another who looks almost the same as the other's outfit but blue says.

No way she can't be on drugs.

"Why is she here dressed all normal" A talking Lego says.

So many questions were asked before someone pulled her upright by a strong person, he kind of looked like a bear.

She considers the idea of her being on LSD at this very moment.

A really buff one in fact.

Who was also wearing a skin-tight suit?

He summons, well calls some robots to do a scan on her which sends a little shiver down her body.

The machine speaks "Foreign entity, no universe"

This sends the crowd of people into a frenzy, are they people? Probably some weird nerds.

Why are so many lights?

The strong angry teddy looing man manages to calm everyone.

"Who are you?" He says not even introducing himself, what a rude bear she thinks to herself.

So many red people.

Her eyes hurt.

Her shoulder hurts.

She wants to vomit.

Her head lolls to the back, something he recognized making his heart almost drop before going back to interrogation mode "Kid answer- Hey, hey hey don't just fall!"

She vomits and passes out.

-

".............We can't find out where she's from"

"............Maybe your system is bugged"

"............Maybe your brain is bugged"

Then the door closes when she hears someone complain about them being too loud and hears whoever that was talking stomp out.

She groans waking up, throwing off the blanket that was kindly placed on her, and stretches her arm - was it fixed? "Can you guys keep it down, my head hurts"

"You're awake" The one with The hijabi says, coming toward her "How did you get here?"

"I just fell?"

"Fell?" The girl in twin buns said before retracting her words "I'm Byte by the way, but is that all you remember before you fell? Like can you at least tell us your name so we can narrow down your location?"

"Yeah, it's..." Her heart drops.

Her brain is swirling on itself.

"My name is..."

The two share a look that makes her play with her hair nervously, trying to figure out what was happening.

Her body feels empty all of a sudden.

Sun-spider who has entered the room for nothing other than snooping coughs (who has not introduced herself by name) to try to break whatever nervous silence that was forming "As much as I love suspense, please tell us. I gotta get the ice cream machine working again"

She tries again, this time she's clawing her hair to grasp on anything - but every time she seems to get closer to anything, the memory falls into itself.

A nervous smile exits her lips.

It seems like the static in her head becomes louder and louder.

"I don't know..."

Byte raises a brow in concern, checking her head for injuries while questioning her "What do you mean you don't know?"

"I just can't, I don't remember anything" She says, all of the uncomfortable aura leaving her in an instant like a reset button.

Essentially returning her back to her ditsy self.

But Byte isn't convinced

"Are you sure?" She says moving closer to her and turning on another device to scan her heartbeat in case she was lying.

"Yup" The girl replies her bright mood suddenly lifted, which the others found odd, but she spins her head around "Where is the scary guy?"

"Why are you asking?" Byte says

"Just so I can avoid him, he scares me"

Byte chuckles and turns off her device, grabs the other girl, and shakes her head.

"He uh...A little rough on the edges"

The girl nods suddenly like she gets it "Like a cool brooding backstory?"

"Brooding?"

"Ah you know like usually that's what you describe an angry old person with a backstory that made them all like lonely and sad when originally they were a happy and nice person"

Malala nods trying to understand the girl, but also invested in anything about that is about Miguel.

"I haven't read a book in ages so it's like a character thing" Byte tries.

"Yeah! It's like that..."

"What's wrong?"

"Just remembering something, I used to write fanfiction"

Malala claps her hands seemingly finding it amusing as Byte signals the girl to continue "And?"

The anomaly girl looks slightly confused, what else was she supposed to say? "And that's all"

"That's all you remembered?"

"Yup, I used to write stuff like ship stuff that was a little canon divergent I think? I don't remember-"

Malala jumps onto the girl "Dont say that out loud again"

The girl looks at her and Byte whose expression was similarly as frightened as the Hijabi.

"But it-"

"Remember big Bear man?" The girl nods and lets Byte continue "Well he is rather....what's the word"

Malala awkwardly twidles with her headscarf "...Sensitive"

Byte nods "Yup that word, he's already worked up about you being here. I don't think he is getting much sleep so we need to just ban that word"

"Yup, banzo it" Malala adlibs on top of the girl.

Byte feels a lightbulb appear on her head "Why not we just talk about hobbies to try to get you to remember stuff about yourself so we can narrow your universe's location now?"

The anomaly girl gasps "You want to talk about my hobbies? Wow " She stays silent for a moment before saying "Wait universe?"

-

Somehow they've only found three things after three hours.

"So we narrowed down your universe with the little information you gave us about...Whale calling noises and the Lorax musical with the deleted song biggering"

"Hey, the noises whales make are cool and doesn't every universe have a deleted Lorax song?"

"Well, a couple but most of them use 'Biggering' in the musical number"

"But that's like the best song ever. Does my universe just suck?"

"Maybe" Byte shakes her head "We're getting sidetracked, is there anything else you remember?"

"Nope. Anyways, back to the Lorax-"

Miguel cusses something inaudible in Spanish when he overhears the conversation and calls Lylla "Did you do a scan on her yet?"

"Already did" He groans and signals her to continue "She showed no signs of memory loss or even anything developing like dementia"

He looks back at the scene, of the glitch he likes to call rambling to Byte about the amazing soundtrack that is 'Biggering'

"Lylla scan possible universes with minimal to no superheroes"

"Gotcha"

-

Jessica comes back from a mission thinking she can just report to Miguel that her mission went smoothly and go home, she always thinks that "You're telling me you just want to drop the girl to a random universe?"

"Ideally, no. But we need to then yes" He said, catching her up on the situation that happened while she was out.

She watches Miguel pace back and forth "Won't that affect the canon?"

"From the information I gathered from Malala and Byte who are getting along with her just fine. She says that Spiderman is fiction where she's from, from what she remembers at least. There were many but with her knowledge of her musical we managed to narrow down surprisingly three potential universes"

Jess nods at this information and watches the security footage to analyze how she got here in the first place until she notices something abnormal and zooms into the anomaly girl and rewinds the video.

She calls for Miguel and replays the footage, which he replies with "Dont bother I've rewatched that footage and analyzed all the portals"

"Please tell me you at least noticed this"

"Notice what?" Miguel has not had time to take an actual look in the mirror for a couple days due to a new anomaly from earth-1048, a video game anomaly, nothing new, but another headache.

Jess zooms into the anomaly girl for the rest of the footage "She isn't wearing a wrist band"

His eyes widen, she's right.

Since she's arrived here, she has never glitched.

Not even once.

Thats...impossible

"What do we do now" Jess says equally as distraught as him.

Miguel sends a quick text to Byte and gets an immediate reply then looks back at Jess "I don't know either, but Byte is running a few tests on her while she naps with her and I quote 'Enthusiastic consent'. Everyone was so shocked by her being a non-spiderperson and since she never glitched no one noticed"

Miguel takes a very slow exhale to think.

If she wasn't glitching then she can't be an anomaly.

Maybe that was a glitch on its own?

He notices Jessica scanning his face for a response, so he gives her one "Let's just put it to rest for now, since she isn't causing any trouble" He had stayed up monitoring the activity of the universes that involved Spiderman.

She nods her head, seemingly tired out for the day also, before she leaves a question pops up in her mind You said that you narrowed down her universe to three, that's a tight deduction. What musical was it? Hamilton?"

Miguel does not want to say the ridiculous cartoon name but says it anyways "......It was the Lorax"

Jessica almost snorts when she leaves the room leaving him alone.

He might as well get some sleep while he can.

-

After he knocks out for a thirteen-hour nap, Miguel looks at the anomaly girl and is reluctant on how to call her while she's converting with Malala and Byte so he just barges in and calls out "Girl"

The three girls turn to him with a confused expression.

"The one that's not Spiderman"

They all make an oh noise.

"Webby tie your shoe lasses you might trip" Says Byte.

"You remember your name?" Miguel is almost hopeful.

She placed her hand on her hip "Uhm no? I just named myself Webby since all of you have web designs on you"

Miguel is hopeless.

Anomaly girl- no Webby says with sass with her hands on her hips after poorly tying her shoe lasses like it's a fact that everyone should know but Miguel certainly does not seem to care enough.

He tosses her an empanada from the cafeteria which she catches, he notes her reflex "Eat something now because we're going"

"Goinsh?" She asks while chewing.

"Yes going" He cringes at her and gives her a tissue to wipe her face, she blows her nose instead "Just eat some motion sickness pills before we go"

Webby rolls her eyes but nods at the tall man as he still intimidated her, so she quickly finishes her food and gets some pills before meeting up with Jessica Drew, who had a small bump on her belly.

It was either bloating or that she was pregnant, Webby didn't want to ask but she thinks it was the after when Jessica held her stomach in a cradling motion.

Webby made sure she mentally remembered every single detail about this place so she could never forget it in her brain.

Jess looks at the girl whose eyes were becoming a little bugged out and red from how much she was forcing the open to take in the view.

"You know you can just take a picture right?"

She finally blinked her eyes in pain "Ouch, I would if I had a phone. It might have fallen when I was uh...Falling through the portal"

"I'll make sure we do a full sweep of the place to find it"

The girl's eyes widen and profusely thanks her hand as they walk "Thank you so much"

"Likewise, we can walk slower, just so you can get a good look at everything"

And that's exactly what they did, Webby is sure to talk about this to her friends (If she can remember them) about this.

Something catches her eyes in the distance, it was a boy whose entire border was changing as if he was made out of scrapbooks, his ears adorned with piercings.

As he played the guitar, every new strum seemed to change his color palate.

Webby couldn't help but stare

Jess also couldn't stop staring, mostly because she was telling him that his guitar was untuned.

He yelled back something about consistency and groaned when Jess told him to show the newbies around saying "I'm doing this because I like to see newbies, not because you told me to"

For a split moment, they both retain eye contact before Jess pulls her aside to go to Bytes lab because they needed to go.

Byte, Malala, and Sun Spider share a hug before Miguel calls for her and opens a portal, coincidently what she can assume emo punk was in the room bringing what she can assume is a newbie.

"Hobie what are you doing here, we're kinda busy" He says tiredly.

The guy who she assumed was Hobie just shrugs "You told me to show 'em newbies around, just gotta grab one on these and this-" They all were staring at him "Just imagine that 'm not here"

Miguel ignores him and offers Webby a hand to grab which she accepts reluctantly and waves goodbye to her short-term friends who waved back.

Once they reach the other universe Miguel readjusts his armband and looks for Webby to find her on the ground.

"Don't tell me you got sick again, I told you to take the medicine-"

But he dosent finish his sentence because Webby was glitching.

He wanted to help her up and call Lylla until she let out an excruciating scream like she's been stung by something and cradled her stomach. The pain was travelling all over her body as if she were electrocuted in the rain.

Webby doesn't know what's happening or what to feel other than the pain that surrounds her, she dosent even realize she isn't in control of her body and is slamming herself on the floornofnthe hard roof.

Miguel rushed to open a portal as her body was quickly becoming translucent.

The same type of translucent he's all too familiar with and grabs her to the portal.

She can't bare to open her eyes, her irises were stinging.

It was a bodily reaction, he wasted no time to grab her.

"That was quick-Oh God" Jess frantically calls for help

Webby thinks breathing slowly stabilizes because her body isn't burning , but not relaxing.

"Get the medic, now" Webby thinks the scary bear yells something.

Her eyes close, and finally, her body stops hurting when a mask is placed over her head as the coloured lights she thinks she sees now dissappear as her consciousness.

-

"What exactly happened out there"

"I.." He rubs his temples "Don't know"

Jess looks over to Webbie's vitals as Byte observes them carefully and Malala watches her from a distance.

Jess hasn't known Webbie for a long time but the gas mask on her face irks her so she tries one more time "Miguel, what happened out there"

"She stopped glitching only when we came back but was glitching hard when she got to the other universe, but not like normal" He looks at Jess's shocked face knowing Miguel spoke from experience as he continued his sentence.

"It was like her body was collapsing into herself"

HI AUTHOR HERE, this isn't my first fanfic but I haven't really written in this type of format (Also I'm bilingual so my English might be not epic) so it might be wonkey (I write mostly self-loathing type of things) I might or might now make this whole thing int a mini series of 6 chapters. ALSO I JUST GOT A JOB?! So if I do make it into a miniseries plz be patient because the 10 hour shift is no joke

[minoment]

Foaming at the mouth for sub!graves I want that bitch Obliterated (but anyway i love your writing and happy new year!)

BARKING HOWLING FOAMING AT THE MOUTH LAWD HAVE MERCY. I want to fold him in half and destroy him. Thanks so much for the ask anon! <3

"How about I make you remember?"

Pairing: Sub Phillip Graves x Dom Fem!Reader

Type: Hard NSFW Fic

Tags/Warnings: dom reader, sub character, femdom, hate sex, enemies to lovers, smut to fluff, SWEARING, degrading, slapping, choking, riding, teasing, reader being mean to graves, british reader, grinding, begging, restraining, I think that's it...

A/N: I'm gonna open my asks as soon as I revamp my blog and get my motivation back on track. I will get to the asks still festering in the ask box. I might just write them as thirsts of blurbs since school is keeping me busy. Anyways, enjoyyy <3

i wanna slap his ass so bad its not even funny

NSFW UNDER THE CUT, MINORS DNI.

Sun poured through the gap in the curtains, landing harshly on your sleeping face. You groaned sleepily, your head throbbing as you got up to close your blinds. Except they weren't your blinds. The room was unfamiliar to your foggy, hungover brain. Well, until you caught sight of the man who was sleeping beside you.

Phillip fucking Graves. You scowled, a few weak memories drifting back into your tired brain. Yes, thats right, The Shadows, Los Vaqueros and 141 had gone out drinking last night. But how did you end up naked in this jackass's bedroom? You snatched up your bra and panties off the floor before putting them on and striding over to the sleeping man.

You ripped off the covers, the cold air jolting Graves awake as you straddled his naked hips and pinning him down so he couldn't escape. He was clearly hungover too, his eyes sluggishly searching his surroundings before he spoke.

"The hell are you doing? It's only...", he turned his head to check the clock on his bedside, "only 9AM.." he said hoarsly.

You sat back on his hips, making him suck in a sharp breath as you pressed down where he was sensitive.

"I'm not asking you again, bitch." You scowled, cracking your knuckles. "What the fuck happened last night?"

"Well.." Graves swallowed slightly, looking around the room before looking at himself then at you. "We all went out to drink after we dropped Hassan. I guess we must have had too much to drink and... had a little fun with eachother."

"Fuckin' hell-" You groaned, sitting back on your hips and making Graves take sharp breath in. He tried to wriggle you off, obviously not wanting your hips to be pressing down on that area any longer, but you stayed put.

You thought for a moment, having no recollection of anything dirty whatsoever but you were skeptical. His wriggling underneath you was obvious and you weren't stupid, you could feel him getting pent up. Your mind began to wander. What would the great Commander Phillip Graves look like getting fucked into an oblivion of a moaning, slutty mess? Now you just had to know.

"Phillip?" You cooed innocently, looking down at him through your lashes.

"Y-yeah?" He said, distracted. He was still trying to shift underneath you so his growing bulge wasn't as noticeable.

"I really can't remember last night..." You continued sweetly, tightening your thighs around his waist and stopping him from moving. Just for good measure, you wrapped your hand around his neck and shimmied your hips back onto his crotch, feeling everything.

Graves's head dropped back onto the pillows, a breath escaping his lips and dark blush spreading across his cheeks. You could read him like a book and he knew he was fucked. Literally.

You squeezed his neck lightly, still keeping up the sweet act. "I really can't remember what happened..." you pretended to pout, rocking your hips down. "Can you?" You purred, your sickly sweet voice sending shivers down Graves's spine. He shook his head desperately, biting the inside of his cheek to stop any sort of noise from escaping him.

"Shame." You sneered, your voice hardening back to it's usual cold and merciless tone. You leant down, your breath fanning over the shell of his ear. "Maybe we should try again. Have a redo...? How about I make you remember?"

Graves eyes widened and he swallowed hard, his breathing a little heavier as he tried not to meet your gaze. He didn't even know how you both ended up in the same room, he infuriated you and he knew that. Your revenge would be brutal and he knew you would push him until he broke apart beneath you. Nonetheless, he couldn't deny the way his body reacted to your touch.

"Please d-do..." He muttered, barely audible.

"What was that?" You asked, acting as if you hadn't heard him. For good measure you rolled your hips downwards, making him grunt. Your gaze was cold, practically drilling into his soul. "I can't hear you." You smirked cruelly, rocking your hips backwards against him yet again.

"Please.." He whispered, face burning with embarrassment. "Please make me remember.." You raised your eyebrow, leaning down to him and squeezing his neck once more.

"Ask nicely." You cooed, your breath fanning over the shell of his ear.

"Please.." Graves practically whimpered, his heart thumping in his chest. "Please show me.. fuck me.. please~". You were a ruthlessly deadly animal and he knew the only way he could survive your wrath was to give up any remains of his pride or control.

You gritted your teeth in satisfaction at his response, squeezing his throat and rocking your hips brutally against his bulge. He choked out a moan, grasping for your waist. You quickly denied him, gripping both his wrists in one hand and pinning them over his head, keeping your other hand tightly around his throat.

"God fucking dammit Graves.." You growled in his ear, your lower half pressed harshly against his groin.

"I'm gonna fucking ruin you. Make you scream my name like the pathetic, needy, little slut you are." You sneered softly, your lips brushing his ear.

The gravelly sound of your voice and the feeling of your breath made Graves heart skitter in his chest, his breath heaving in pure need as you whispered those filthy words in his ear. He couldn't help himself, a pathetic noise leaving his lips as he closed his eyes. It was too much, you were playing with him like a cat plays with a wounded mouse.

"Please..." He whimpered, his breathy weak voice higher than usual as he gasped for air. "Please don't stop. Be mean to me. Ruin me.."

You couldn't control yourself any longer, your primal urges exploding through your veins like a roaring tsunami of wild lust and vicious needs to destroy him. Your hand squeezed down on his neck completely, roughly bucking your hips against his naked crotch. He coughed and let his head fall back onto the mattress, crying out in pleasure.

"You filthy little bitch." You spat, keeping your hand tightly around his neck and lifting your hips up to yank off your panties once more. His breath came in ragged, breathy gasps as you dragged your thumb down his shaft and slicking him up with his own precum.

He shuddered beneath you, attempting to catch his breath but you gave no mercy. You thrust his length deep inside your warmth, making him choke back a cry of pleasure and arch his back upwards as your walls tightened viciously around him.

"F-fuck~" He moaned brokenly, pathetically trying to buck his hips upwards into you. "Ple-ase~"

Your frustrations for this man only intensified your need to fuck him stupid, make him sob and cry in pleasure until he apologized for the non-existent reason he pissed you off.

You slapped him hard across the face, making him practically cum right then and there.

"Please what?" You said coldly, your own steely tone surprising you although you didn't show it.

You clenched around him, making him whimper as he struggled to pull his hand from your vice-like grip. Your hips moved slowly on his beautiful shaft, making you sigh softly as you used him for your pleasure. He bit his lip to stifle his lewd noises, trying to stay on your good side.

"Please.. use me as your toy darlin'.." he gasped out, his American accent more prominent with desperation as you moved yourself painfully slowly up and down his thick length. "I need more~"

You hummed in reply, his cock beautifully moulding your insides to his shape and spreading a molten hot feeling of pleasure throughout your body. Maybe, just maybe, you could warm up to him.

"Please ma'am.. I'm beggin' you~" he whispered, doing his best to stay still and not make too much noise. "Fuck me."

Oh he was being such a good boy. It made you want to praise him, kiss him, give him what he wanted and most importantly, use him. You stayed like that for a while, torturing him with slow, sadistic pleasure as he tried to muffle his groans and whines by turning his head and biting down on the pillows.

Soon enough, you caved, the temptation of breaking him down into a messy slut became too much. You wanted to destroy him. Make his eyes roll back until he cried out so loudly his neighbours would know you by name.

You drew yourself up, leaving just his pretty pink tip inside you before slamming your hips down with a grunt of pleasure.

Graves moaned, the fabric of the pillow dropping from his lips as slurred strings of 'thank you's and 'fuck me's and 'ma'am please's were torn from his throat as you rode him hard.

Your skin slapped against his, the bed rocking with the force of your frustrated, pounding downward thrusts. You let out nothing but harsh panting breaths and the occasional rough groan since you were two busy focused on the man breaking down beneath you.

His hair stuck to his sweaty forehead, his eyes rolling back as tears of pure ecstasy trickled down his cheeks. Drool slipped from the corner of his kiss-bitten lips as uncontrollable moans and choked sobs were ripped from his throat. He looked gorgeous.

Not a minute and a half in, Graves tensed up and his back arched, his eyes squeezing shut as a gravelly cry was pulled from the bottom of his lungs. He came hard, thick ropes of his release painting your insides as he lost his mind.

He went limp as his body was spent, but no, you didn't stop. You would never stop. Not until you had done exactly what he begged so sweetly for..

You were going to use him until your name died on his lips.

He looked up at you with bleary eyes, his mind foggy as you kept him hard inside you, overstimulating and using his pretty cock. He couldn't even form words to thank you, he just looked up at you in complete reverence as tears dripped from his long blonde lashes.

You let go of his wrists and neck, cupping his face before leaning down and kissing him sweetly. The action was so gentle and full of praise compared to the merciless thrusts of your hips. You held his hands, guiding one down to press his thumb against your swollen clit.

With each piston of your hips, a wave of pleasure rocked through your body from the delicious friction making you moan lowly into Graves's mouth. He would whimper in return, squeezing your other hand while he rubbed gentle circles onto your clit as you rode.

Soon enough your high came rushing through your body. It hit you like a freight train, your body tensing and trembling as you clenched and constricted around Graves. Your mouth dropped open in a silent moan as your eyes rolled back, your release soaking the sheets beneath you.

Your tightness sent Graves crashing over the edge into euphoria and he cried out loudly, his moans interrupted by desperate gasps for air.

You lay your head on his shoulder as you both went limp, the room silent except for the heavy panting of both parties. He gently removed his hand from between you two, keeping the other tightly holding yours. He gently ran his fingers down your lightly scarred back, eventually drawing up the courage to hug you close.

A gentle, breathless laugh escaped your lips, making him smile to himself.

"Do I still piss you off, darlin'?" he asked softly, his voice raspy from moaning and panting.

"Most definitely.." you replied, your tone of voice giving away the small amount of fondness you had for this insufferable American.

NOTE: I AM SO SORRY FOR DOING THIS SO LATE. I GOT THIS ASK IN JANUARY. ANON I HOPE YOU SEE THIS, I APOLOGIZE 😭🙏

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[mayawakening]

Y'all, take your meds, but also refill your meds.

Put alarms in your phone to take them, but also reminders to have them refilled.

Get them refilled as soon as you are allowed to.

Find phone apps for your doctor and pharmacy if they are available so you can always monitor where your meds are in the refill cycle.

Make sure your pharmacy information is correct and up to date.

List people you trust on your medical information release forms at the doctor's office and the pharmacy, that way if you can't call about a refill yourself, they can help you.

If you are on your own and have phonecall anxiety like me, take a really good shower, go look at flowers, eat a good meal, put your shoes on, make yourself as ready and awake and comfortable as possible before you call, but MAKE THE CALL.

If your doctor's office is tiny and understaffed like mine is, and they tell you to leave a message for the nurse, but never get called back (like what happened with me), I fully recommend actually going TO your doctor's office and asking about your meds in person. (Bring a support person if possible)

Don't wait any longer than you have to to take action, especially if you fully run out of your meds like i did.

I hadnt realized I needed more refills until I was nearly out. I waited and agonized over having to call and my doctor took way too long to respond.

When we went to go get my meds, it turns out they weren't even at the right pharmacy.

I ended up not taking my meds for a week because of all of these errors.

Y'all Antidepressant Discontinuation Syndrome does NOT feel good. I couldn't sleep because keeping my eyes closed for even a few minutes felt like I was going to faint. I threw up, shook horribly, and cried. My muscles felt so weak I literally couldn't talk.

I was SO genuinely close to typing my home address into the Discord server I'm on and saying "please send an ambulance here, cant talk, door's unlocked". (Yes I trust them with my address especially in an emergency, I had zero doubt in my mind there would be an ambulance at my house in at WORST half an hour.)

We were able to get my meds finally, but I still ended up at an Urgent Care where they told me they unfortunately couldn't give me anything to help with the symptoms due to the nature of the medication I take (drug interaction is real and I do NOT want to experience that.)

I'm feeling a lot better now that I have my meds again, but it should NEVER have gone this far.

Please please please keep track of your meds, know where they are in the cycle and do everything in your power, with any and all the support you need, to get those refills going.

I love y'all, please stay safe!

[jiraisupportgroup]

First off, I love your blog and feel so grateful for your posts! Thank you so much for all that you do 💖

The second thing I wanted to mention was a request for a type of post, sorry if you have already covered this topic before since I'm a newer follower

Can you write a post about how to sleep or cope with nighttime as a mentally ill person?

To be more specific -

I have intense emotions that can make relaxation in general hard. If I get into an argument at night, it makes sleep hard because I'll be too angry or upset to shut my mind off. Or even if I don't have an argument, maybe I'll be upset or anxious about something that hasn't happened yet. Like I'll just be feeling bad because of some thoughts in the back of my mind and there's no way to really fix it.

I have trouble calming my mind down and when I don't have enough distractions, my mind starts running through worst case scenarios and my paranoia and emotional issues get worse. I have a lot of trouble with traditional sleep advice like "Just close your eyes and meditate" because my mind always feels so loud and chaotic.

I just feel like there's no way to quiet down my mind and get enough rest, and of course being sleep deprived makes me turn into a grouch around people, which leads to more arguments and disagreements, which then causes more negative emotions that make me angry and prevent me from feeling calm, etc…

Thanks in advance if you're able to help out!

Thank you so much for your kind words ♡♡♡

I used to be much the same way back in high school / the first few years of college to be honest, and it sucks. Hyperactive minds are hard to deal with, but the more you tackle it the easier it gets, I promise, you will get there this is not forever.

I put together some ways to ground yourself and kind of write through situations in this post I know it's not really "go to bed" material but I hope it can help a little bit.

As far as specifically for sleeping goes, one of the things that helped me a lot was setting a timer. I would set a timer for 3 minutes and say "Okay, nothing bad is going to happen if I don't worry about this thing for 3 minutes". And so for those 3 minutes, I would try to think about other things, and if the thoughts came back I would tell myself "My 3 minutes aren't up yet". And then I extended it to 5 minutes, and then 10 minutes, and then 15 minutes. It's a bit of a weird one so I don't know how well it would work in general, but it's worth a shot.

Another one I would do, because a lot of my anxiety was based around needing to do things or be productive, told myself sleeping is productive. I would just lay in bed and be like "Sleeping is productive I can't do the things I need to do if I don't sleep so I need to get some sleep". I could see this backfiring depending on how determined your brain is to fuck you over, but again possibly worth a shot?

In terms of distraction, I used to fall asleep listening to podcasts or videos on youtube and mentally repeating the words they were saying back so I couldn't think about other things. Sometimes this worked, but sometimes it would keep me awake and I would spend hours just repeating youtube videos in my head, but worth a shot. A lot of people recommend trying to avoid distracting yourself to fall asleep but it reaches a point where it's like if nothing else is working do what you need to do to fall asleep, ya know?

The last one is something my theatre teacher back in high school told me about for some reason? It sounds really weird but hear me out: imagine two inanimate objects having a conversation. Counting or imagining mundane tasks to fall asleep never really worked for me because my brain would give up on that and start being mean again, so she suggested imagining two inanimate objects talking to each other and telling each other about their day and what they were used for. It takes up just enough brain power that it works pretty well for me. Like two chairs talking, and one of them is like "Yeah I was used at a high school assembly they were having a dumb meeting about the dress code" and the other one is like "I mean that sounds more interesting than what I do, I just sit in an empty cubicle all day long". Get creative with it.

Anyway, I'm not too sure how helpful any of this is but hopefully, something helps ♡ I really feel for you and I hope you're able to get the sleep you deserve soon ♡

[fantasies-fairytales-n-fics]

Thranduil and Josie Pt. 157- Lucky Clover

Summary: Raven, Jace and Matthew chapter of backstories and new revelations.

*Warnings* language, angst, mentions of child loss, mentions of suicide, religion discussion

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"No...no, get away....get away from my baby! leave me alone...no! Tauriel don't do it!! No...nooooooo!!!!"

"Raven! Wake up! Wake up, you're dreaming..." Jace firmly said as he tried to shake the distressed dhampir awake. The worried warlock had been faithfully sitting by her side as she slept, his contrasting eyes curiously studying her since they arrived at his remote refuge, trying to figure out why he was so drawn to the fiery haired and tempered dhampir.

Her eyes sprung open in panic and darted frantically all around the outlandish room that smelled of burning sage. A room that looked nothing like that of middle earth, but something of modern day living with hi-tech computerized gadgets all around, things she had only read about in futuristic novels. It also had a gothic witchy vibe, which that part she could at least relate too.

Then there was Jace, the gorgeous blue and brown eyed blonde, holding her hand as he sat beside her, which he hadn't even realized he was doing.

Raven jerked her hand away and jumped off of the simple single sized cot, adorning completely different attire than what she last remembered wearing.

"What the hell?? Where am I Jace??"

"If I tell you, I'll have to kill you." he grinned, but then instantly realized how stupid his jest was as Raven scoffed at him.

"Tell me where the fuck I am Jace...now!! Or I'll..."

"What? Set me on fire?? Burn down the only sanctuary you have? We saved you remember?? A simple thank you would be nice."

His tone was calm but cocky enough to get a retorting rise out of her.

"A thank you?? If not for me, you'd still be rotting in Jareth's dungeon. Where's my thanks for saving you?? Instead, you left me at the mercy of Dr. Jekyll and Mr. fucking Hyde!" she reeled, referring to Thranduil and his evil alter Elvenking persona, then marched over to the cathedral style window that held iron bars on the outside. "Oh, and that's just great. I lived my whole life behind these. So now I'm a prisoner again??"

"They're not to keep you in Raven. They're to help keep others out."

She glanced back at him with a softening look, then her electric blue eyes returned to the unfamiliar outside view from the top floor that displayed a dark outlying city street. The only light came from the waning gibbous moon which would soon be full for winter solstice and in the wide reaching distance was a lavish lit up world of humankind.

"Yeah well, they didn't work against Jareth when I was at LeBrat's."

"That's because you conjured him, basically leading him right to your doorstep with a welcome mat. Play with black magic, get black magic play back. Try to correctly say that fifty times in a row."

Jace's humor was sincerely playful but it was not helping, for Raven found none of it funny.

"I didn't know it would be him alright?? I didn't even know he existed. I wanted someone more like y...never mind. Can you not speak about Jar... him? As if I am not cursed enough."

Jace grinned in confidence, knowing she was going to say she wanted someone more like him.

"I never would have pegged you for the superstitious type."

"I'm not...well at least I never used to be. You know he'll find me Jace and if he don't, the dealers will.....even Thranduil."

"Hence why you are here. The elves will never come here and Jareth and Ravenna have never found me here yet. They can't find what they can't see. As far as vampires, this area is not their scene. Even they have preferences."

"Key word, yet. It won't stop the goblin king from searching all corners of the globe...and it goes to show just how much you know about vampires. We are too close. I can see the people which means if there's any dealers there, they'll sense me. People are kinda their thing, you know...food? They're always roaming the big cities, looking like any other human. Some even reside in them. Garrett told me all about it. Now, where are we??" Raven asked as her keen eyes continued to zoom in on the buffet of humans walking about in the nightlife, making her quite hungry herself.

"I know plenty about them actually. As you said, they tend to target the highly populated areas, which is why we are not in one. It's also how I have managed to stay off the radar. If you remain hidden, out of sight, like we are, they are less likely to sense you. To answer your question, we're in Manhattan, well, the suburbs of it."

"Out of sight, but not out of mind and we're in New York??? The United freaking States?? You FLEW me here, all this way?? That's like thousands of miles."

"Nine thousand to be exact and no...only part of the way. I didn't want your scent in the air for anyone to pick up our path, not to mention your dead weight of being passed out didn't exactly make for a light load, so I used a portal."

"A...portal?? Like Jareth can do?"

"Could do...but not without his ring that I saw you pick up inside the mountain when Gollum dropped it."

"Yeah, that...well, I don't even have it anymore. That bitch Tauriel took it from me and stupidly gave it to her looney tunes elf lord which has only amplified his assholiness. That's not all she took from me either." Raven reeled, still in shock over her loss that she didn't know quite how to speak about.

"Wait." she continued. "So, if you can teleport, then why didn't you just take me away before????"

"Because I didn't have my stele. As Jareth needs his ring to possess certain unique abilities, I need something as well. He had taken it upon my capture so I had to go back and retrieve it and my seraph blade too, after you had left."

"A...stele??"

"I'll show you some other time, what it is and how it works. It does so much more than just teleporting. This place? To the outside world, looks like an old abandoned church, even on the inside. When I said they can't find what they can't see, well...I meant it in the literal sense."

"Uhh, how?? It looks far from abandoned to me."

"Magic." Jace said as he now stood beside her and winked. "This is only one room. There's much more here...and there's others here like me too. We are well protected."

"So...anyone that walks in here...won't see what I see? Will they see us??"

"Well...Mudanes, or ordinary humans per se, won't and they can't just walk in. Iron bars and locks remember? Vampires etcetera, are a bit more tricky, which is obviously why you have to remain inside...Oh...and did I mention that my good friend is a vampire? Shocking eh?" Jace quipped as he folded his brawny arms over his broad chest.

Raven's head whipped to him. "No...you didn't. But...I..I remember now. There was one with you when you came for me...I...I saw him, smelled him. He reeked of some girly perfume and was wearing a pink necklace."

Jace chuckled. "Yeah, that's Matthew, but don't let the scent fool you. He's far from girly and quite dangerous when provoked, for he carries the blood rage gene. To put it simply, don't piss him off. Otherwise, he's one of the good ones. He actually resides in the civilian world of France but has personal business in the elven realm, which that's a whole 'nother story that isn't mine to tell. What I can say though, is that pink gem is no ordinary necklace. It's a runestone and is needed for what's to come. That part IS my business. It's all of ours. Anyways, you'll officially meet Matthew soon enough. He's out fetching some food for us...real food like burgers and fries, since I know you can survive on that."

Raven's throat burned with thirst for blood as he said that and her stomach also growled in hunger for a big fat medium rare double cheeseburger. Garrett used to bring her treats like that from the cities, back when he used to like her and protect her.

As she placed her hand on her grumbling stomach, she turned away from him and began to softly sob, for she couldn't hold it in any longer.

"He...they...took my baby away Jace....all to punish me for what I did to Thranduil. I am the reason he lost his family and has turned into what he is and now I have paid dearly for it...but..my baby...he or she didn't deserve that. I...I wanted to be a mom...I...I wanted to raise it to be good, unlike I was. My child...could have been the one thing to straighten me out...and someone that could have actually loved me."

Raven then broke down bawling as she lowered her head and leaned on the window sill.

"Hey...come here." Jace softly whispered and took her into his arms, cradling her head against his shoulder.

"I...I am so sorry Raven. I learned of the child after it was too late. Matthew sensed it in your blood loss. I wanted to come sooner but I knew it was too risky to attempt it alone. God, I'm so sorry for all the excuses. I...I never wanted to leave you back in the goblin realm, but I was outnumbered with Thranduil's army. He was never going to allow me to come with you and certainly not take you from him, which believe me, I wanted to so much. And...I do...I thank you so much for saving me. If only I could have saved you. Can you ever forgive me?"

Raven lifted her head and tear filled eyes to his as she sniffled and whimpered. "Why would you ever want to save someone like me?"

Jace's hand came to her cheek, his thumb gently wiping her tears. "Because I know there's good in you. I can see it. The fact that you wanted this child and to do right by him or her, proves that to me, but..I have even seen it in you long before that and I even told you so. You just want to be loved, which I know you have been deprived of and mistreated as well. I also know you have done some pretty terrible things, but you never deserved what my father had done to you or what Thranduil did to your child. Others feel differently, but there is nothing that can be done about that now, except that you can try to move forward and be a better person, which I know you can be...in fact, I think you want to be. Am I right?"

"Even if I do...I will still be hunted. Where am I going to move forward to? I have nowhere to go. I'm...alone..."

Raven lowered her head, only to have Jace's fingertips raise it by her chin and peer straight down into her sullen eyes.

"You are not alone. You have me. I'm here now and I will not leave you again unless you tell me to. I understand if you cannot forgive me or if you want to leave."

Raven was dumbfounded that he genuinely seemed to care for and respect her and she didn't exactly know how to react, for it's nothing she had ever experienced. The cynical side of her wanted to come out and tell him that he was full of shit, for she was scared to trust him again but...she couldn't do it, as his eyes and touch spoke the truth that he was real.

"Yes...I...I forgive you...and...I also thank you for what you have done for me. You...you're nothing like your father. If it weren't for your eyes, it would be quite hard to believe you're his son."

Now Jace's head lowered. "It...it must be hard for you to look at me. I am sure he is all you see in my similar eyes."

Raven's fingers now went to his chin, lifting his head up to see his ashamed eyes trying to avoid hers.

"Look at me Jace...please. I didn't mean it that way. I do not see him when I look in your eyes, for your eyes, they are beautiful and hold kindness and love within them. His are dark and full of hatred and evil. The eyes, they say, are the windows to the soul. Well, he does not have one...but you do. I see it. I see...you. I...I smell you too." she said as her brows furrowed, trying to figure out the scent. "You smell of...clover??"

He softly chuckled. "Yes. Ironic huh? That is your real name. Clover."

"Yeah...it definitely is strange. But..as you know, I do not go by that name anymore...although, I...I do like the way you say it."

Jace smiled, somewhat bashfully. "Well...Clover...I...I see you too."

A moment of mutual gazing was shared as Jace stroked her cheek and then in his bewitched state...he leaned forward. Raven softly gasped as his lips almost took hers...and then Matthew walked in, causing the two to quickly move away from each other.

He walked over and put the food on the table, then the tall, dark and handsome vamp, appearing to be in his late 30's upon rebirth and all dressed in black, approached Raven with observing sapphires and both a tantalizing and intimidating smile.

"Hello Raven. It's a pleasure to meet you."

Raven stood fidgeting with her fingers, feeling a bit anxious after Jace told her that Matthew possessed the blood rage gene. She knew what that was, for her father, Craven, possessed it. It was either a genetic illness that was carried over from their human life or it could also be passed on to them when they are reborn from a vampire carrier's bite. It also surprisingly allowed an infected vampire to create children with female humans, witches or even other vampires. The most susceptible to it were witches known as weavers, a rare breed of witch with the strongest abilities and capable of creating spells that don't exist, something you unknowingly inherited from Caroline and would pass down to Leean. But, the main reason Raven was concerned was because it carried the term blood rage for a very good reason. When ignited, due to strong emotions such as anger, fear, anxiety and extreme hunger, it became uncontrollable, although when provided with a support, hope and love, it could be manageable. Had she inherited the gene from Craven? Was that why she was a blood thirsty child and always so angry, having multiple fiery meltdowns throughout her existence? Either way, on egg shells she would now walk around the vampire that Jace told her not to piss off.

"I am very sorry for your loss. I hope someday, you will find forgiveness in your heart as you also seek it yourself. As you know, the she-elf that was ordered to carry out the devilish act, was placed in a very compromising position. It was not her wish to cause you or your child harm and she, herself, has been scarred by the loss. King Thranduil, far worse than she, for his mind has been altered by, as you know, none other than a demon warlock that needs to be stopped. Not even the Elvenking himself, in his right mind and especially without that citrine, would have carried out such evil. An evil, you...brought him to. That evil, he will now face as it has become full circle."

Raven's eyes intensely grew and began to sting with her own rage.

"Whoa...you're...defending them?????"

Jace nudged her with his elbow, his own wide eyes reminding her to watch her step.

"Defend? No...stating facts, yes. I do not find them blameless. Tauriel still had a choice. Even Thranduil did, for he still knows of right and wrong. Of course, he chose wrong... again, hence what has happened to him."

"He hates me! He hated me even before Jareth's mind fucking. He still would have done it."

"And why is it that he hates you Raven? Other than the fact you took him away from his family and set this all into motion? A... choice...you also had and chose wrong. Did you not deceive his Queen, your own sister, all out of jealousy regarding the vampire King Garrett Lee and because of your secret desires for the elf lord you also harbored?"

"What the hell? How...do you know all of this and....what is your infatuation with the elves anyways??"

"Come...sit and eat. I will tell you. I hope you like cheeseburgers, medium rare?"

Raven's mouth now gaped to match her eyes. She sat down, opposite the daunting vampire who then placed two burgers and fries in front of her and a bucket of Kentucky fried chicken at Jace's seat, which was right beside her. Of course, for Matthew, all he relished in was a bottle of red wine that he then poured for the warlock and herself.

All she could do was lightly gulp in confusion as her stunned blue eyes stared up at overly courteous vampire.

"Matty, my favorite, KFC. You rock brother...you...you got the biscuits too...right? With butter and honey?"

Matthew grinned and reached into the bag, then slid another box over to him at lightning speed, in which Jace gracefully caught, sporting a curled smirk of satisfaction.

Jace tore into his chicken in the typical hungry man way as Raven sat watching him in astonishment while Matthew sat silently, sipping his vintage while eyeing her.

Jace could feel her eyes upon him and suddenly ceased his meat ravaging to lock his eyes upon her.

"You want a piece?" the greasy chinned warlock asked with a mouth full of food, making her lightly giggle.

"I...I've never had that." she softly answered.

"What??? Sacrilege girl. Here."

Jace reached in the bucket and pulled out a chicken leg, then plopped it down on her plate. Her stomach turned as she then watched Jace suck his piece down to the bone, for it reminded her of Gollum's legs.

Raven offered a queasy smile, then unwrapped her burger instead. Moments later, she found herself indulging it just as Jace had, not realizing just how famished she really was. Hearing both the warlock and vampire chuckle at her, had her setting the sandwich down to shyly wipe her lips with a napkin, then awkwardly began nibbling on her fries.

"To answer your questions Raven, I have many gifts, sight being one of them, past, present and future, either while dreaming or during my waking hours. I know more about you than you do. The elves...well, they have been part of my future visions." Matthew explained and then continued after pouring himself another glass of wine.

"Do you believe in destiny?"

"You mean...like...love..and all?"

"Yes, that can be part of it. But just your overall future. I've seen many things. My own destination as well. It involves your sister and your niece...it even involves you."

"M...me? How am I involved in their lives? Josie hates me and will soon want to kill me even."

"That may be so, her feelings anyways."

Matthew took a hefty gulp and then sat straight up, leaning into the table.

"But...it will all change. You will be a part of her life again. I have seen it. She will need you."

He then sat back and relaxed again, returning to his wine. "With that said, the future can always change due to our actions. It all depends on you now, if you want redemption and to be a part of a family."

"Wait...you're telling me that I...will be accepted by her after what I have done to her husband? What exactly did you see??"

"I cannot tell you that, for then, you could change it's course by throwing a monkey wrench into it. It would be in your best interest if that did not happen. You see, there are some things that should not be told for various reasons. For example, I knew Thranduil was alive after a vision I received from a shooting star one night that revealed my own destiny."

"So you knew he was alive and...did not tell Josie??"

"Would you have? Knowing what her King had become, forced to despise her. What a terrible pain that would inflict upon her after all she has suffered, only to lose him all over again while he walks and breathes. Now, of course, she will soon learn the truth and with that said, another of those various reasons I mentioned would be that there are other things that need to take place until she is made aware."

"That...makes no sense. If she had known earlier, many things could have been changed??"

"It is not meant to make sense. You must trust the process., for it is all occurring for a reason. A war is coming, a storm like no other and the Thranduil before us all now is well suited for it, more than ever. The one thing we all have in common is Jareth's destruction and all the evil he will bring forth this winter's solstice that is merely two weeks away. The fact that Thranduil has the citrine in his possession, did you think that was an accident? If he had been rescued before he was, Jareth would still have it. It is one of the key items in ending him, along with the gem I wear. There are other runes that will be needed as well. Your sister...she will collect them. She also will find the biggest necessity, Ashmole, for even I cannot see it's placement, for I have spent 150 year searching for it. Only a witch can. If she had left Dowrinion to find her King, it would have thrown everything off course. With all this said...Jace, you will need to go to her, alone, for you will be needed to aid her in locating one of the last two runes."

"Yeah well, if only Thranduil had killed Jareth when he had the chance, none of this would be happening....and if you know the whereabouts of these runes, why have you not just gone and got them yourself?" Raven asked, as politely as she could in her frustration of brain overload.

Matthew sat back up to the table with a serious expression. "If Jareth could be killed, we wouldn't need the book, now would we? And I do not know the location of the gems, I have only seen them in Josephine's possession. I may have the gift of sight, but I do not know all. I am not God."

"Ok...so you're telling me that if Thranduil would have beheaded Jareth's ass, he wouldn't have died?? and....you...believe in God???"

Matthew plopped back in his chair and guzzled his glass of wine to the last drop, then heavily sighed.

"That is exactly what I am telling you. The goblin king's revival brought about by his brother Julian using the spell in that book, protects him and his body. How do you think he rose from the fiery pits of hell just recently? No sword will pierce him, no fire will burn him, no magic will destroy him unless it is from that book and those stones!!! It can temporarily weaken him, but that is it. He will just keep coming back like a stray cat if you feed it and he'll get stronger each time just as the cat will grow fatter. Thranduil knew this which is why he did not even try."

The vexed vampire poured another glass, trying to calm his emotions before he went on, while Raven sat frozen in fear as she witnessed his hand trembling while he drank.

"Now...God, you ask...I do believe in him. I was a devout catholic before I met my fate fifteen hundred years ago. I was 37 and aided the local church in a small France village, helping to restore it, for I was a carpenter. I had a wife and a son back then, both taken by a plague that wiped out most of the village, yet I never contracted it. I wanted to end my life when that happened and I tried, even believing I would go to hell for it. I jumped from the scaffolding and laid alone on the ground, broken, bloodied and still breathing. That is when I met my maker, and it wasn't God. It was my mother vampire who offered me the alternative to facing damnation and God himself by atoning for my sin through service, ridding the world of evil, much like Garrett does. She and her husband became my new family as Matthew Roydon died and Matthew De Clermont was born. Tell me, Clover...do you believe in God?"

"Somehow I think you already know my answer since you know everything about me and I've never even met you."

"Eh well, we'll be seeing plenty more of each other for you to know me better. It's time for me to go get my own dinner. Don't wait up kids...or do anything I wouldn't do. Raven...I hope you are feeling better."

Matthew winked at Jace, knocked back his remaining liquid and then headed out.

"Are you...feeling better?" Jace then asked her.

"Strangely...yes? Shouldn't I be cramping and still bleeding? At least, that's what I've read about miscarriages, although that's not exactly what happened to me."

"Matthew took care of that for you once we arrived here." he explained and continued eating his last piece of chicken.

"So...he's a healer too??"

"Yep...hey ummm, you gonna eat...that?" Jace asked as he puppy eyed her second cheeseburger.

"Uhhh...no...help yourself."

"Annnd...what about the chicken leg?"

Raven chuckled. "Take it. You don't wanna know what I think about that. Trust me or you won't be able to unsee it."

"Noted. Don't tell me." he laughed and swiped it up.

"Sooo...when are you going to go to Dorwinion? He told you to go alone...so does that mean I am going to be left here with a blood rage vampire?"

"He's not going to hurt you. He has more control than you think and you'll definitely be in good hands with him, just try and watch that spicy mouth of yours. It's really not that hard. I'll probably go in a few days after I know all is well here and..."

Jace finished the chicken and just stared at the burger as if something was bothering him.

"And??"

"And well...I have to face my sister knowing her husband is alive. Like, do I tell her? I mean...how, do I even tell her, considering what Thranduil is now? I've only met her once and...like, I love her already. I have no family but her. I guess there's still Jules, but he still isn't himself either thanks to Jareth and Harker. Speaking of Harker, he has one of the stones, the crystal. I wonder how Josie is going to get it like Matthew said?"

"I...I don't know...I..."

Raven sighed and picked at her remaining cold fries.

"Hey...what's wrong?"

"I...well...you know how Matthew said somethings shouldn't be told? I guess I am debating on one of those things....because it will hurt someone....and like you, I...I don't know how to tell them."

"Ok...well, tell me about it. Maybe I can help?"

Jace couldn't help, for he would be the one needing help. Raven knew the truth about her sister's true father and it wasn't Jareth like all were led to believe by Caroline and she knew that information would crush Jace.

"Jace....I...."

Raven grunted and threw her hands over her face, then ripped them down, releasing a hard sigh.

"Ok...Raven?? Now you're starting to worry me. What is going on? You have to tell me."

"Arrrgh!" she snapped and got up to pace. "Ok...ok...the person is you Jace."

Now he stood up and walked over to her, gently taking her arm to turn her around.

"What do you mean? There's something you know about me that will hurt me?"

"I...I should have never opened my spicy mouth!"

"Raven....tell me now. Spit it out." he flatly said.

Jace towered over her with pursed lips, peering down firmly with his brown eye darkening and his blue eye brightening, only causing her to clam up even more.

"Raven! You do NOT want my eyes to turn yellow." he shouted.

"Ok! Ok! Josie...she's not your sister....Julian is really her father after all."

"W...what??"

"My mother...she lied to Jareth all to hurt Julian for sleeping with her twin and not knowing the difference."

"How the hell do you know this???"

"Look...it came up in some conversation on our journey back to Rivendell. I sat and listened. There's this buy...Boromir...who claims his brother...some Faramir guy is Josie's twin. I guess my mother hid it from Julian and gave the boy away to these people. It's some long fucked up story."

"Hearsay...you want me to believe something you overheard with no facts??"

"Jace...It's...it's true. I...I'm sorry. That Faramir guy, he has powers now that he never had and the Boromir dude, he...he saw the truth in Galadriel's fountain, the one that shows the future...he saw Faramir, Josie and Julian together, and the guy called Julian father...if my mother had twins and Julian is his father....then he is...my sister's too...which only makes her....your cousin. But, that's still family Jace....she's still your...family. It changes nothing."

"It changes everything Raven." he flatly spoke once again and went to stare out the window. "Who's to say this guy isn't lying??? I mean, who the fuck is he anyways??"

"I don't know who he is really, just that he's a good friend of Aragorn's and...why would he lie? He traveled clear from Gondor to find my sister and tell her. He was there at Jareth's, helping to free Thranduil, only you never saw him."

"Gee, I don't know Raven. Maybe your sick and twisted mother put him up to it before she died for whatever fucked up reason. It...it can't be true...it just can't be...I...I learned about Josie when I was a teen. Jareth...he let it slip in a bout of anger one night when he and I were arguing, but I knew nothing more about her or how to find her...I..I didn't even know her name then. I was so angry that I was never told and I was so fed up with him and my mother as it was for all the evil shit they did, that I left, and never looked back. I didn't want to be like them. I wanted to be a part of a normal family, with love...and love was forbidden in my world. I had witnessed what they did to my aunt Freya, forcing her to turn dark and it all was just the last straw... So I went searching for Josie and have been ever since...all these years Raven, and I finally found her and she was everything I knew and felt she would be...good and sweet and...she loved me back. I...I can't lose that Raven....I...I just can't...."

Raven gently took his arm and made him turn to look at her. His face was full of pure anger and pain, his eyes glistening of tears, eyes that he refused to hold up to her sympathetic gaze....and her heart desperately broke for him. For once in her life, she felt love. Real love.

"Now it is my turn to comfort you. Come here."

As soon as Raven's arms pulled him in, Jace broke down crying into her neck as he held her so tight.

'I...I don't want to be alone anymore Clover..." he muttered into her cinnamon scented hair.

"You don't have to be anymore. I...I'm here. Your lucky Clover." she softly assured him as she made him look at her and then...she did something that even surprised her. The dhampir kissed the warlock.

@redeemer46

[chaoslynx]

Hi! I absolutely love your writing! If your still doing the kiss prompts could you please do number 6? Your fics helped me through banana fish 💔

6. lazy morning kisses before they’ve even opened their eyes, still mumbling half-incoherently, not wanting to wake up

Ash groans, half asleep.

Eiji sings his name again, like mornings are something to fucking sing about. Grumbling, Ash keeps his eyes closed in protest. Nothing good has ever happened in the world before 11am. And Ash isn't just saying that because he's never awake to see if it does. 

"Aww, is someone sleepy?" Eiji teases. Then, "Get the fuck up. I made breakfast and you are not letting it go to waste."

"Since when do you curse?" Ash mumbles.

"Since my beautiful breakfast was at risk. Get up."

 "Don't wanna," Ash protests.

"You can't kiss me while you're asleep, you know."

Ash freezes. Then, slowly, he opens one eye. "But you can kiss me while I'm asleep."

"But I'm not going to."

"That's your fault."

"I'd argue that it's your fault for sleeping when we could be kissing and eating my glorious breakfast."

Fuck. Eiji makes a damn good point.

"... Just one kiss before I get up? To motivate me for future kisses?"

Eiji hums, and Ash's eyes are already slipping back closed. Well, the one eye he bothered opening to begin with, anyway.

But he can still hear as Eiji sighs and approaches the bed, placing a hand on the blankets near Ash. Then his breath on Ash's face, and then his lips on Ash's face, and—

Ah, shit. This is worth getting up for. Maybe.

Eiji pulls away, and Ash whines, chasing his lips for a moment, leaning into the touch as Eiji smiles against Ash's mouth.

Ash's eyes flutter open, no matter how much he protests and tries to keep them shut, tries to keep sleeping or at least pretend to keep sleeping just to fight Eiji on this point.

But those damn kisses. Addictive as fuck, Ash swears.

Ash mumbles an "I love you" as Eiji stands upright, but it's incomprehensible to even his own ears. 

Eiji laughs at him. Dick. "What was that?" he asks.

"Love you!!" Ash whines. "Come baaaack."

"It's breakfast time! You'll never get your energy in the morning if you don't eat properly when you first wake up."

"Don't gotta if I don't wake up in the morning to begin with," Ash points out.

"Then you're happy with just the one kiss?"

"... No," Ash grumbles. He throws the blankets back with a huff, sitting up and glaring at the wall. "Asshole."

With that, he makes an attempt at standing. Emphasis on attempt, because he literally rolls out of bed, and would probably fall face first onto the floor if not for Eiji.

Eiji, who catches him like some sort of prince out of some sort of fairytale, the type where even people like Ash get saved, and—

Ash squeaks.

"Come on, love," Eiji whispers. He kisses Ash again, then grins.

Ash's eyes narrow. Eiji knows exactly what he's doing to Ash here. Embodiment of the goddamn halo emoji right now with his smug face and his smug kisses. 

Ash groans.

"Breakfast?" Eiji asks, tilting his head softly.

 "Breakfast," Ash agrees, "but I'm mad about it."

Kiss prompts!

[wilted-woods]

Just some drawings of my Narrators and some facts/headcanons uvu

I'll be making more soon because these are fun to do! ^-^

Lovebug! Narrator:

Likes cutesy things (ex; Sanrio plushies, collectables)

Human name: Valentino

Hates anything horror related (ex; gore, jumpscares, sudden loud noises)

Hates loud noises (sensory overload)

Prefers calm love songs instead of the new generations' love songs (for specific reasons asides from most of them being obnoxiously loud)

Loves music boxes (helps him fall asleep when his Stanley isn't around)

Does tolerate some of the new generations' music (His Stanley introduced him to some with bass that can help stimulate his brain whenever he's overwhelmed)

Loves romance movies

Almost anything related to REAL love and romance

Can be a HUGE baby sometimes

Loves sweet and savory foods (not overly sweet and savory or he'll have an outburst)

Not a big fan of candy but would eat a Twix if he wanted as he does tolerate chocolate

He likes to show Lovebug! Stanley his new swimsuit during warm weathers and wearing matching sweaters during cold weathers

Favorite season: Winter (because hot coco be hittin' different in his opinion also because he gets to be with his Stanley)

Original! Narrator:

Loves historical documentaries and movies

Human name: Woodhaven

WILL lecture about any topic of his interest when given the chance (ex; The History of Chernobyl)

Rarely sleeps

Likes to read and write poetry

His favorite poet so far is Edgar Allan Poe (his favorite works are "Annabel Lee", "The Tell-Tale Heart" and "The Raven")

He rarely sketches anything

He prefers classical music but would attempt to listen to some of Stanley's suggestions (so far he tolerates Deaftones and Nirvana)

He mostly listens to Beethoven, Mozart, Chopin and a couple of other composers

Loves historical paintings

He likes mostly savory foods

Enjoys a nice cup of tea in the morning and before bed

Tries to understand modern slang terms but miserably fails as he can't get himself to understand a majority of them so he always tend to ask Stanley for some clarifications (ex; "Stanley, what do they mean by 'Side-eye, bombastic side-eye and criminal offensive side-eye'?? Why are bombs and criminal offenses involved?? How does that relate to the conversation?? What is the purpose of that???")

Stanley would sometimes mock the "Toodle-pip" since it was so unexpected but did find it somewhat cute-

He prefers "The Happy Room" that's located at the Zending to relieve overwhelming emotions

Stanley's presence makes him feel better sometimes, he just won't admit it

He can get upset pretty quick

Prefers calm and cool weather

Favorite season: Fall/Autumn

Hanahakai! Narrator (also the one who was in the chain lmao and his Stanley is still trying to find him because this is the longest he hasn't been able to find him- he never meant any harm lmao):

A complete softy

Has an unknown memory disorder

Human name: Willow

Sometimes forgets who his Stanley is

Forgets the simplest things (ex; his tie)

Ends up in strange places and situations (ex; he got stuck in a tree and has no clue on how he got up there)

Loves watching the sunset

Loves stargazing

He's an oldies type of guy

His usual favorite songs are "It's A Long Way To Tipperary" by John McCormack and "We'll Meet Again" by Vera Lynn

Sleeps a lot (even to the point where it's unhealthy and his Stanley has to try and keep him awake)

His Stanley has to keep a very close eye on him or at least keep an ear out (metaphorically)

His Stanley is basically like a caregiver

Wonders off a lot (hence how he ends up in said situations)

Prefers calm and breezy weather

Makes desserts from naturally grown ingredients and has only one (1) Cow and one (1) Goat for dairy

Favorite season: Spring and warm breezy Summers

I also added a good amount so it wouldn't be so empty and I'm already invested with these ideas of mine-

[currentlyfckingurmom]

Her Song part 14

"Syd? Babe, I'm home," I call out as I enter the apartment.

"Hey, Y/N. She's asleep in her room."

"Headache?" I ask. Ash nods and I sigh. "Thank you for picking her up from school."

"Don't mention it. How'd it go?"

"Well, we talked, we fought, and then we almost kissed but I told her I can't kiss her if she has a boyfriend," I recap glumly.

"Good for you. But also, you should've just kissed her."

"Ash," I whine. "You're not making me feel any better about this whole situation."

"Right, sorry. What do you need?"

"A nap. And whiskey."

"Okay, that's easy enough. There's Crown in the cupboard. Pour yourself a glass. I'm gonna go. I love you," she says, grabbing her jacket and keys.

"I love you, Ash. Thank you."

"You're welcome, bitch," she winks, closing the door behind her. I pour a glass of Crown and quickly down it before setting the glass in the sink.

I change into shorts and a hoodie and tiptoe to Syd's room. I sigh when I see her curled up in a ball under the covers, a wet washcloth resting on her forehead. I grab the washcloth and change it out for a new one, then slide into bed next to her. I listen to her steady deep breaths to assure myself that everything is fine. I have my little girl, and everything is fine.

~

By the time I wake up, it's dark in the apartment and quiet in the city. Well, as quiet as a city gets. Syd is still asleep, so I check her temperature before leaving the room.

Turning on a lamp so I can see, I find my phone on the counter and check the time. It's almost three in the morning and I have a text from Florence.

Can we do something tomorrow? Just as friends. Syd should come too. I just want to see you.

My heart melts a little at her text and a small smile graces my face. I don't know if it's the best idea to keep hanging out with her, but I just want to spend time together. We can stick to being friends, right? We're not doing anything wrong.

Me: Sorry, I fell asleep and didn't see your text. That sounds great. Syd and I were gonna go to the museum tomorrow, if you wanna join?

She answers almost immediately, and I briefly wonder why she's awake so late. But, then again, I'm awake too.

Florence: I'd really like that. Where should we meet? Me: the shop at 10? It's a short walk from there. Florence: I'll see you at 10 ;)

A wink? Why is she winking at me? Don't wink at me, we're just hanging out. As friends. With a child present. Don't wink at me.

I begin typing out a message to the group chat, but then remember what time it is and decide against it. I don't think Scarlett and Lizzie would be pleased if I texted them at three in the morning.

~

"Syd, honey, get up. We're going to the museum with Florence."

She mumbles something incomprehensible and I shake her again. "I'll make you whatever you want for breakfast."

"Not hungry."

"Please?"

She hesitates before opening one eye. "Even crepes?"

"Fine, yes. I will make you crepes," I agree.

"Okay then," she says happily, jumping out of bed.

"Unbelievable," I mutter as she skips into the kitchen, wide awake.

I force her to go get ready while I cook, effectively destroying the kitchen as I do so. There are dishes and batter everywhere, but I finish plating some crepes just as Syd comes back into the kitchen.

"Can we go to the park too? And get ice cream? I wanna show Florence the fishies in the pond under the bridge," Syd rambles as we eat.

"Only if Florence wants to. She might have other things to do today, remember. I take it you're feeling better?"

She nods, her mouth full. "'M not sick anymore, Momma."

"Good. Let me know if you don't feel good, okay?"

It takes a miracle, but we make it out of the apartment and to the shop in time. We sit inside while we wait, since we got here a few minutes early. "Hi Florence!" Syd yells, hopping off the countertop. I turn, watching with a smile as they hug and Syd begins gushing about ice cream and the museum and the park.

"I'd love to get ice cream with you, Syd. We can spend as long as you want together," Florence says, although I think she's partially directing it at me. "Are you ready to go?" she asks me, looking up through her lashes from where she crouches on the ground next to Syd.

"Yeah, let's go."

"I'll lead the way," Syd declares, marching out of the shop. Offering my hand to help Florence stand up, we quickly follow after her.

The little demon child bounds ahead while we hang behind, walking next to each other. I can tell that neither of us quite know what to say.

"So do I get to know why Wanda, Natasha, and Yelena are in a movie together?" I break the silence. I've been wondering what they're filming this whole time.

"I can't tell you that! Have you not heard about the Marvel snipers?!" she exclaims.

"Oh, right right, my bad. Wouldn't want you getting taken out," I play along.

"I'm not sure I believe you."

"Oh really? I don't let just anyone come to the museum with me, Miss Pugh."

"Well then I'm glad I made the cut."

[jaybird-fanfics]

Villain Roommate |Chapter Twenty|

'I'll tell you when the time comes.'

What had he meant by that? Did it mean Dabi didn't trust you enough yet to tell you his real name? You could understand that. It was very personal to him, so was the story of his abusive father. You hadn't expected that from Dabi. You had the feeling something real fucked up happened for him to turn out this way. And obviously something did, like, you've seen his scars. It only made you more curious. What kind of accident caused those scars? Or, was it not an accident at all?

Whichever it was, your curiosity only grew stronger. But the smarter part of you wanted to stop, it wasn't your business. Dabi might not ever be ready to explain himself to you, not that he had to anyway.

You could ague that you basically poured your heart out and explained your past to him, you were owed a little more from him as well. Then again, Dabi had gotten really personal with you. He didn't have to tell that story. But he did. That should be enough. Why did you care so much anyway? You would find yourself asking a lot lately.

You might never know. And speaking of Dabi, he's been real absent these past couple of weeks. You had no idea where he was or what he was doing, or if he were hurt or alive. That is, until you saw the news...

There was a teenage boy who had been kidnapped by the League Of Villains. And during the rescue of the boy, All Might had fought Japan's most notorious villain, All For One. Then after the battle was won in the hero's favor...

All Might, the symbol of peace, was forced to retire as the number one hero.

Dabi had returned a week later, it was midnight. He figured you'd be asleep by now, but he was quickly proven wrong when he saw you in the living room on the couch, still awake. "I see you're still awake." Dabi said as he closed the door behind him. "Don't tell me you were waiting for me." He smirked. His smirk fell when he didn't get a response from you. "What? You in a bad mood or something? I'm not surprised, you always find something to be pissed off about when it comes to me." He walked closer to you. "What did I do wrong this time?"

"You kidnapped a child. Not to mention you helped destroy the symbol of peace."

His eyes slightly widened, but returned to normal. "Oh, is that all?" He asked. "I honestly didn't care much about the kid, that was Shigaraki's doing. And technically that was All For One who wiped out the symbol of peace." You said nothing to that, making Dabi scowl. "Look, what were you expecting? Shigaraki wanted All Might gone from the very beginning. He's a villain, of course he would. And I'm a villain as well, or did you forget?"

You look over at him, to his surprise, you didn't look angry. But you didn't look too happy either. "I haven't forgotten." You say before looking away again. "Then what's your problem?" Dabi asks. "I don't have a problem." You mutter. "I just didn't expect it is all."

Dabi sighed before sitting next to you. "You look up to him or something?" You shook your head no. "I told you, the only hero I loved was my mother."

"Not even Hawks? I mean, most women drool all over him. Besides, he saved your life." You look at Dabi. "Didn't you save me?" Dabi met your gaze. "Not really."

"But, when I was...um freaking out, you helped me." Dabi looked away from you. "I don't save people." He said firmly. "I handed you over to Hawks for a reason."

"Because you wanted to keep me safe."

Dabi scowled. The audacity of you to assume that's why he did it. Well, you weren't wrong, but still! Sure he made the choice to keep you out of harms way while he fought Endeavor, but that was only because he still needed you to do your healing job. Nothing more. As Dabi began to defend himself, you spoke again.

"After all." You say as you stood from the couch. "You can't have your only healer out of commission, right?" You headed for your bedroom. "And to answer your question. I don't find Hawks all that attractive. He's not my type."

Ha! Oh how Dabi wanted to tell that to his face and drop his ego all the way to the ground. He laughed at your words. "I dare you to say that to him. no, I want you to. Do it for me, won't you?" You crack a smile. "You got a hate boner for the guy or something?" You ask, making Dabi frown. "Take that shit back."

"Hm, no I don't think I will. It's pretty obvious you do."

"Alright." Dabi stood from the couch. "I'll make you." He says lowly. Uh oh. You quickly shut your bedroom door, and held your body against it. You could hear Dabi pounding on the other side. "Let me in smartass before I burn this door down."

"No!" You giggle. "Begone you menace!"

"Menace? Oh, how you wound me. Now I'm really going to have to punish you."

You could feel the weight of Dabi's strength as he pushed the door open, it was just enough for him to peak his head through. "Let me in." You yelp and tried your hardest to shut the door, but he managed to push it all the way open. You stumbled, but Dabi caught you. He pulled you in close, his eyes boring into your own. You felt as if you were shrinking from under his gaze.

"Oh what to do with you..." He chuckled. You tried pulling away, but Dabi held you tight. "This can be solved so quickly sweetheart, all you have to do is apologize." You stood your ground and defiantly stared back at Dabi. He shrugged. "Suit yourself." Dabi lifted you up and threw you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes before walking towards your bed.

He threw you onto the soft bed before towering over you. Your heart skipped a beat, and your breathing paused for a moment. Ok, fun and game were over. What was he doing? Dabi pinned your wrists up above your head before leaning down to whisper in your ear.

"You're gonna learn not to fuck with me, sweetheart."

Heat bloomed in your cheeks at the huskiness of his voice. "Dabi? What are you-" He cut you off by tickling your sides. You burst out in laughter, squirming under him. "Dabi! Stop!" You squeal before a fit of giggles left you. "Then apologize." Dabi paused.

"No! It's the truth!"

Dabi smirked. "Have it your way." He continued, making your laughter grow louder. Tears gathered in the corner of your eyes. "Stop!" You yell before suddenly a snort left you. You bit on your lips, eyes going wide. Dabi stopped and looked down at you with shock. "Was...was that a..."

You shut your eyes, unable to cover your face, which was bright red at this point. Dabi began laughing, only adding to your embarrassment. Though, you didn't expect for his laugh to be so...well, you didn't know how to describe it. But that didn't matter right now, you were dying over here!

"Stop laughing!"

"I can't help it, that was just so...fucking cute!" He laughed. Cute? No one's ever called your laugh...well, snort, cute before. You slowly open your eyes, and saw something you didn't expect to see. A genuine look of joy on Dabi's face. That, and his laughter, there was almost something human to it. Like, it was as if Dabi wasn't a deadly villain. Like he wasn't heartless. You still felt heat in your cheeks, but assumed it was still from the embarrassment.

"You...really think it's cute?" You ask softy. Dabi let go of your wrist, but still lingered above you. "Why wouldn't I?" Again, your heart skipped a beat. "Well, your laugh is pretty cute too." You mutter, catching Dabi off guard. There was a brief moment where the two of you just stared at each other. Dabi opened his mouth to say something, but the sound of his phone buzzing cut him off.

He scowled, already knowing who it was from. Dabi moved off of you and stood from the bed. You suddenly felt very cold.

"What is it now?" He said under his breath as he looked at his phone. As he read the text, his body tensed. You noticed this. "Dabi? Is uh, everything ok?" You ask. Dabi turned back to look at you.

"Shigaraki wants to see you."

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[saedii-gilwraeth-simp]

Can we have some more wholesome Tydii?

am I once again writing when I should be watching a uni lecture? maybe

~~

"This wouldn't strike me as your sort of thing," Tyler mutters, his lips gently brushing Saedii's neck as he speaks. She is sitting between his legs and bundled into his arms, his uniglass sat on her lap, playing some soapy medical drama. She pays his lips no mind, engrossed. She does shrug at his comment though.

"My best friend was obsessed with this show and got me hooked when we were teens. I don't know, the drama scratches an itch and the main character wasn't terrible to look at," she says and Tyler looks at the main character and grins into her neck.

"The blonde haired, blue eyed main character. You've got a type, Saeds," he says. She hums noncommittally.

"Yes, competency," she notes.

"Aww, you think I'm competent. I'm blushing," he feigns a swoon and Saedii elbows him gently.

"Hush, you can annoy me after the episode is over, Beshmai," Tyler grins and tucks her tighter in his embrace.

"Can't wait."

~

The morning was quiet when Saedii woke up, nothing to disrupt the comfortable, warm silence of Tyler's bedroom. Saedii opened her eyes and looked around the room slowly, before her eyes rest on her Besh'mai's face.

His brow is softened, blonde hair flopping over his scarred eye. She wants to brush it away, wants to look at all of his scars until she could see them with her eyes closed. She wants to figure out all of his imperfections, even though he pretends not to have any.

It's thoughts like that that kind of scare her, that make her want to run away. But she stays, because every time she learns something new, she slips further and further down the slippery slope of being completely in love with him.

Her thoughts are briefly interrupted by Tyler humming slightly in his sleep and rolling over to lie on his front, exposing the broad expanse of his bare back.

And that was another thing. Yes, she liked his personality, but that didn't means she couldn't recognise just how much his physicality pleases her.

Tyler hums again and just like that, his arms reaches around her and pulls her into him.

"Morning," his voice rumbles through her, muffled by his pillow and her chest.

"Morning," she whispers back, carding her fingers through his hair and grinning a little to herself when he lets out a pleased sigh and cuddles closer to her.

"What were you thinking about?" she hums for him to explain further, "I was not awake enough to figure out what you were thinking, but I can feel when you're thinking Saeds," she says. Saedii sighs, pressing her nose into his hair.

"Would it be moving too fast if I told you I was in love with you?" she asks, her voice quiet. Tyler doesn't say anything for a second, just squeezes her where his hand rests on her hip.

"No," his head tilts to kiss her breastbone. "It's not too early. I'm glad you feel the same as I do," he says and Saedii considers the words, before burying her stupidly big grin in his sleep ruffled hair.

~

"Wish you were here," Tyler says, his voice tired after a long day over her uniglass. Saedii's head tilts, the biggest display of sympathy she can manage.

"I know, but the Unbroken are being rowdy about all the rules being put on them by the new government so I've got to be here to keep them in line," she explains. "I wish I was there too, you're way better dinner company than my brother and Aurora," she says, frowning, "They are a little too public with their affection for anyone to be able to eat," Tyler laughs at that.

"I'm sure they are. If it makes you feel any better, I had dinner with Fin and Scar," he says and chuckles when Saedii winces.

"If you can do that without wanting to immediately toss your dinner, you win Besh'mai," she concedes and he grins.

"Noted. Saeds, you know we could scar them for life if we wanted to, they should be grateful for our discretion," Tyler says, making Saedii laugh.

"If you say so," she says, before her attention is bought to something out of the view. She listens for a beat before sighing and turning back to him.

"I've got to go. An'la téli saii," she says and he smiles gently at her, waving at her over the line.

"An'la téli saii, Saeds," he says back, before ending the call.

~~

introspective, soft Saedii? *chef's kiss*