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[inner-viper]

20 Channeled Messages From Your FS

Hello, it is Inner Viper! I love channeling these messages, some are oddly specific and they are very sweet. I am currently in the middle of planning a very long reading for you guys! I’m thankful for your support for my blog. I created this blog for fun and for people to smile more, I really hope that people can smile more. I am not going to lie, sometimes channeling can be overwhelming for me but this blog has helped me improve in my overall abilities. I even unlocked some new abilities so thanks, everyone! 

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Remember to choose the image that is calling out to you. Take what resonates and leave what doesn’t because this is a general pac reading. Some messages are not meant for you, while other messages aren’t meant for you. Also, this is meant to give you insight, not concrete evidence.

I hope you enjoy the reading for today!

TW: Mentions of body dysmorphia, abuse, and slightly suggestive content

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Pile 1

“Hey, come closer so I can kiss you. My day always starts well with you at my side”

“Stay with me forever, I promise to take care of you”

“Don’t deny me, you know you like what you see ;)” (They winking here lol)

“Don’t think you can run away, I finally have you all to myself. You won’t be prepared for what I have planned for”

“Fuck, I wish you were right here. It’s boring without you here right now”

“Oh, what a pleasant surprise! I also got something for you”

“You have stolen my heart, if eros were here then he has struck me to be in love with you even more than before” 

“I love you for who you are, I want to be like you” 

“Hello? Hello? HELLO? GIVE ME ATTENTION, I’M BORED! I NEED YOU RIGHT NOW”

“Stop, let’s go over here.. Hehe you didn’t expect that right!” (They kissed you but also I leave it up to the imagination since this is GENERAL pac lol) 

“Let’s go to Japan, I want to see the cheery blossoms with you. To take a picture of you underneath the petals following. I’ll cherish that picture for the rest of my life”

“Wanna go out tonight? Good thing you said yes because I have already made reservations for us to spend some time alone”

“Hey, do you think you can kiss me? Kiss me now!”

“The warmth I feel near you, the way I am at peace with you, yet my heart still races with you at my side”

“You always make me feel horny, I love everything you do!”

“What’s wrong? Hey, don’t worry. I love you forever and always. You can always rely on me”

“I will patiently wait for you, my heart can’t bare to lose you”

“You are always helping others, why can’t you stop helping? You should chill and let others help, ugh you have such a big heart and that’s why I love you”

“When I see you sitting there passionately drawing, I wonder how it feels to see the world from your lens. The way you think and the words you say amaze me”

“Let me touch you, let me be the one to hold you, let me be the one to always be there for you, will you give me the honor?”

This person is very sweet and romantic. Love these messages I channeled for you pile 1. Honestly, my heart was feeling warm too, there will be so many precious moments with your FS every day. 

Pile 2 

“Each day is a beautiful day with you, the joy that you bring me is like no other. I can’t put my feelings into words”

“I want to give you strawberries with chocolates, are you being seduced by me now?”

“What is this strange feeling.. I feel like I am on drugs when I am near you. You drive me crazy in the best way possible”

“See! I told you that you would like fine wearing this! Baby, you are gorgeous!” (Maybe you are insecure about yourself? Body dysmorphia? )

“At the end of the rainbow, there is a pot filled with gold, they say that the gems are precious and that the leprechauns hide them away. You are my gold, I am like the leprechaun. I want to keep you with me forever and away from people that might try to steal you away from me!”

“I can create so many things, you inspired a different style in me. Artistic style, yeah this artistic expression of the love that I feel for you. Divine love baby” (Aw, I heard this one strongly)

“Our love doesn’t stop at death, it is eternal. My love knows no bounds with you!”

“I used to believe that I won’t be able to find the one, I often times pondered if you were even out there. I wondered if you thought about me while staring at the moon. I am glad to have found you”

“I finally found you in this sea of fishes. The ocean is far too vast yet I will still go looking for you”

“I love making you smile, you always make me smile. Can you promise to laugh with me?”

“You are the only one that I’ll let inside my heart, no one else is allowed except for you”

“The world was dull, ever since you came into my life. You have brought a fresh perspective that I needed to see. I couldn’t have seen it without you here”

“I want to overstimulate you”

“Follow my lead, I won’t leave you behind. I’ll always protect you until the end of my life”

“Roses are red, and your face is red”

“You are safe with me, you are my safe space”

“I feel like I can just be me when I am with you”

“Let's show our love to the world baby”

“My heart beats so fast around you, I worry that you may be able to hear it”

“I went through so much in my life, you are the only person I feel safe with. I struggle with vulnerability but you make me feel better”

This person went through a lot! I’m sorry for this pile’s FS because I feel they went through some abuse and they have a hard time expressing emotions. They are going to heal with you when you meet them! They are opening up to people slowly though!

Pile 3

“I wonder how many days till you notice how much I love you and care for you”

“I love watching you sleep, your resting face is beautiful”

“You are beautiful in every moment, I want to capture your essence”

“Dear god I love you so fucking much”

“I just want to dance with you, lets dance until the night”

“Let go of the fear of not being enough”

“I have given you all of me and now you’ll give yourself to me! Submit to me because I am Daddy”

“I love the way that you praise me, give me more compliments! You have no idea what it does to me”

“I am honored to be the one to cherish you, to be the one to hold you dearly, thank you for giving me the honor”

“We may have not been there for each other first half of our lives but that doesn’t mean we can’t create memories or form a close bond. We have the rest of our lives, let’s take each day to create something new”

“Oh god, I am a late bloomer. I haven’t had my first love until you, I mean I dated a couple of people but I never loved them. You are the first and last love of my life and I promise to commit to that”

“People often tell me how I got into a relationship with you, you are so fine! I don’t have much of an answer because you are just the one. I never believed in finding the one until I met you. Ok, maybe I am lying because I am a hopeless romantic”

“Ah, you like my sweet words don’t you love?”

“Let’s look at the stars tonight, I will be staring at you all night because you are my light. You are my star in this world”

“You are my best friend and you are my lover”

“The angels are around us because you are an angel! You were sent from the heavens down onto earth!”

“You are nothing like me! You are so different and I never met anyone like you before”

“I want to scream your name tonight, come on you will be screaming my name tonight as well”

“I look at you from afar and I can tell that it is you because no one is as beautiful and as bright as you are”

“I love your laughter, your hair, your eyes, everything about you is so fine”

This pile’s FS is very sweet and romantic! They view you as their best friend and they love everything about you. They think that you have so much to offer for this world, they are intoxicated by you. Also, I think for this pile you may be their first love and for some their first everything! It’s so cute <3

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[exquisiteserotonin]

Word Count: 4.5K

Pairing: Joel Miller x Female Reader

Summary: After an altercation Ellie has at school, Joel visits you to have a talk

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ only (MDNI, PLEASE), angst, some violence, coarse language, brief talk of losing children and spouse (if this triggers you), Oral sex (Fem receiving), Squirting, PiV sex, Hurt-Comfort sex, Creampie, no use of y/n

A/N: Not-beta'd. I wrote this very, very quickly a few days ago when I was in some kind of incredibly weepy, hormonal mood or perhaps it was the full moon. Either way, that is why there is so much angst. I wasn't even sure if I wanted to share it today, but here we are. Real tears were shed during the writing of this fic. I'm a wife and a mom, hence why there is talk of reader once having a husband and children (Sorry, if that's not your thing or if you cannot relate). This generally follows canon except that Ellie and Joel are more fully integrated right away to the Jackson community.

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Take My Love, Take it Down

Screams, cries, and murmurs filled the freezing Wyoming air. A sharp pain took hold of your chest, creeping up your neck, and over your back as the sounds reached your ears. It sent you in a wave of memory and panic and was followed by the constant crunching of snow under a few shuffling feet. Clutching your chest, you took a few deep breaths as your charges came running towards you calling out your name. Well, your last name anyway. As their teacher, they didn’t get the privilege of knowing your first name. 

“She punched me!” One of your older students cried out as a few of his peers pushed him forward presenting him to you. 

You winced as you saw blood streaming down his nose, mixed with cold tears that were falling down his face. Other children watched with intrigue as you pulled a few tissues from your coat pocket, bringing them gingerly to his face, gesturing for him to hold pressure to his nose. 

“Who punched you, Carter?” You asked as holding gentle hands to his pale freckled face. 

He and several other students pointed in the same direction, fingers towards your new student, Ellie. You saw her standing a few yards away, her coat disheveled, the knees of her jeans scattered with dirt, and her face red from the cold, but also, mostly, from her anger. A sigh escaped you as you put your hands on your hips. Gently, you gestured for your other students to return to recess while asking your assisting teacher to bring Carter inside to clean up. 

“Ellie, could you come here please?” You requested, beckoning her over with what you hoped was a welcoming gesture.

“It wasn’t my fault, he started coming at me telling me what I should do and how I should be and I--,” her voice was fast and full of rage and pleading. 

“Ellie, stop,” you stated, a natural calm imbued in the tone of your voice, “let me see your hand.” 

The last words that fell from your lips must have been the perfect disarmament, since her response was to hold her hand out to you immediately. You pulled another tissue from your pocket and began to wipe away remnants of blood on her knuckles. Upon closer examination, any injuries she may have sustained were minor especially compared to what she had inflicted on Carter. 

“Carter can be a little much, can’t he?” you added, keeping your gaze on her. “I’m sure whatever he said or did, you've every right to feel the way you did.”

Her eyes lit up in relief at your words. It was a familiar look that you had seen before from your students. The look that lit up when they thought they were about to get away with something. You stilled yourself, holding back emotions that began to well up within you. It was a familiar look you had seen from your own children. 

“But just because someone wronged you doesn’t mean that your automatic reaction should be to hit them.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Ellie shouted at you. “This place sucks, with all your peace, love, and harmony shit.”

“Ok, you know what? You need to go inside, Ellie,” you stated, somehow retaining your calm. “In fact, everyone we all need to go inside; recess is over, time to get back to work.”

You waved for your students to line up, while pointing at a space directly in front of you with the expectation that Ellie would take the lead. Begrudgingly, she did, the remainder of the students falling in line behind her. 

As you trudged through the snow back to the school house, you turned to Ellie, “I think I’ll have to talk to Tommy or Maria about this.”

“Why?!” She snapped and then added, “Just because they got me in here doesn’t mean they’re family.”

“Well then, I guess I have to talk to Tommy’s brother,” you countered, “Joel, right?”

“Go ahead and do it then,” she retorted, “but he’s not my dad either.” 

You shrugged but nodded, listening carefully to her words. You never mentioned anything about him being her dad. You just knew that they’d shown up at the gate and were now the newest residents of your quiet community. 

Your one-room classroom buzzed with the chaotically happy energy so often found in a classroom. Thankfully, the rest of the day went without incident. Having students from a very young age to teenagers was not something you were used to. It brought a different kind of chaotic energy that was, at the very least, interesting to observe. The mix of pretend play from your youngest students and the giggling gossip from your oldest students represented life in a world that felt like nothing but death. That’s what everyone told you, anyway.

They didn’t even need to tell you, really. You saw it in their eyes; the way that children and their parents greeted you on the street with their eyes crinkled at the corners with joy and gratitude. It should have made you happy. It made you happy in your life before this. Sometimes you wondered to yourself why you were teaching again. No, most of the time you wondered why you were teaching. 

You replayed the memory of how it happened as you walked home. 

First Maria asked you. 

“No, I don’t think so.”  

Then Tommy asked you.

“No, I really don’t think I’m the right person for the job.”

Then Maria and Tommy asked you. 

The exhaustion that overcame you from their consistent requests eroded what little resistance you had. Their arguments and evidence were hard to defend against especially since you’d been a teacher and that the children in the community loved you. Out of some strange sense of obligation, you refrained from telling them that each day you were just going through the motions. You were like a robot completing an assigned task. Because doing, thinking, or feeling anything else was just too painful. 

You reached your home, a cozy little cottage that was more than enough for you. As you closed the door behind, you felt a tight pain in your chest similar to what you felt this morning. You strangely thought of Ellie, then thought of your boys, then your husband. It rose to your throat and it was suddenly hard to breathe. You rushed to the kitchen, filling a glass with much needed water. 

A loud knock on your door had you startled. Grabbing a pistol from a kitchen drawer you made your way to the door. The knock came again. 

Looking through the peephole allowed you some relief when you saw a familiar, rugged-faced man, with salt and pepper hair standing at your door. It was Joel Miller, Tommy’s older brother and Ellie’s apparent caretaker. You opened the door, pistol still in your hand. 

“Hello, I don’t think you’ll be needin’ that,” he gestured towards your gun, “though I won’t hold it against you if keep it nearby.”

“Oh, yeah, sorry” you nodded, “force of habit—please come in.”

You gestured for him to have a seat at a small round dining room table. You placed your gun away in a nearby drawer, observing Joel as he looked around your house. You winced as his eyes settled on a photo of you, your husband, and two children. Reluctantly, after his brief overview of your home, he moved towards your dining room table. 

“You’re probably wonderin’ why I’m here,” he said, taking a seat and spreading his legs in a way that you could only describe as hyper-masculine. 

You clenched your teeth beneath tightened lips as it spurred inexplicable feelings discomfort and disgust. They prodded at you simply because you had noticed. 

“Surprised, yes,” you said, trying to hide the trembling in your voice,“but I think I know why.”

“Ellie gave that boy a bloody nose.”

There was something in his voice, in that Texas drawl that sounded almost like…pride. 

“Yes, I know, I was there,” you acknowledged in exasperation, “I’m sure she had her reasons but I don’t think it warranted violence, Mr. Miller.”

“Joel,” he corrected, “I agree, but you have to understand where she’s comin’ from, ma’am.”

“Alright, Joel, can I get you some water?” you offered. “Please don’t call me ma’am, it makes me feel old.” 

You gave him your first name along with a glass of water. 

“Ellie’s been through a lot,” his voice was hushed and gravel-like as he gave his excuse, “you can’t hold it against her for tryin’ to stand up for herself.” 

“Joel,” you said calmly, tapping into the part of your brain where you held the voice you used when talking to parents at conferences, “we’ve all been through a lot here, doesn’t give us the right to start punching people in the face.” 

“You don’t know how good you’ve got it, though,” he continued, incredulously, “sittin’ pretty in your perfect little town, with your perfect little job, in your perfect little house---you don’t really know what’s out there right now.” 

“What?” 

Your hands began to tremble at the words, traveling up your arms, to your neck. It was as though someone lit a burner inside you and your blood was the fuel. Red and hot, like living lava from the volcano of you, it threatened to erupt. 

“You haven’t seen the things that I’ve seen,” he grumbled, standing up to pace around your home, his right hand trembling, “or done the things I’ve done.”

“What do you want a medal ‘cuz you’ve smuggled shit and killed some people in the process?” you scoffed and advanced on him. “You know, you roll up in here, saying you’re here for family and you come in to my house, Ellie’s teacher’s house, making excuses for her to bash another child’s face in and you expect me to give you sympathy because you’ve got people’s blood on your hands that you chose to spill?”

“I did what I had to survive,” his voice grew in volume as you stepped closer to him, “and I’m teaching Ellie to do the same.” 

“And I am doing exactly the same thing,” you growled at him. 

The way his left eye twitched and the way he moved his jaw told you that he wasn’t expecting that answer. Beyond your control, you felt tears start to sting the corner of your eyes. A sudden feeling of helplessness and shame overcame you as felt the sudden urge to explain yourself to a man you had only known in passing for a few days. 

“I’m not stupid, Joel; Maria and Tommy are my friends, my good friends,” you spoke, not moving from where you stood. “I know what you lost and I know you know…”

The hatred you felt for yourself amplified as the tears fell freely from your eyes. Your view of Joel was blurry from your tears as you tried to find your words again. 

“I know you’re not stupid, I saw you looking at my photos, so you know what I’ve lost,” your lips trembled and stumbled at every word. “I have nightmares all the time and I see them--and how I had to l-leave my, my boys.” 

A broken shell of you was all that was left. Maybe Joel was right, maybe you were just a broken shell in a perfect town, with a perfect job, in a perfect house. All of it perfect from the outside, but none of it real. You drew your hands to your face trying to stop the tears from falling from your eyes as Joel stared back at you. You spotted a flinch here and there as he tried to gather the knowledge to comfort you. 

“I’m sorry, I--,” he said as he reached a tentative hand towards you, but you shook your head and finally took a step away from him. 

“This is how I’m trying to survive, Joel, to try to make things better, but I’m just---just  fucking it all up,” you said through tears. “Everyday, I’m doing this job that your brother begged me to do and everyday I wake up and it’s never real. And these kids, they’re depending on me and asking me to help them with the simplest things and I can’t; my chest hurts and I can’t breathe, and I fuck up, and I fail, and I lose everything.”

The tears were falling so freely now that you can’t even see Joel. All you heard is how loud the silence is, louder than the tears and labored breaths that are escaping from you. You tried to mumble something unintelligibly to Joel. An apology. An explanation. But you’re certain it just comes out in even messier sobs. The next sound that floats to your ears is the creaking of your floor beneath Joel’s booted footsteps as he moves towards you and unexpectedly grabs you by the arm to wrap you in the tightest embrace that you’ve felt in the longest time. 

Tears stained his leather jacket and shirt as you cry into his chest. He spoke nothing. His comfort came in the rise and fall of his chest as he breaths, in the way that he somehow manages to understand to caress the back of your head and your hair, and in the way that his hands rub your shoulders as he squeezes you tighter as if doing so might somehow expel some of your pain. And somehow it did, if only just a little bit. It was enough to allow you to wrap your arms around his waist in return. Your hands explored his back, rubbing up and down to give him back some of the comfort he had given you. 

Everything is still dark behind your closed eyes that are still buried in his shirt. With one quivering exhale, you managed to look up to find him looking back at you. His eyes that were tight with stoicism and anger when he stepped through the threshold of your door had changed. Round, soft, deep brown, and glossy with the onset of tears. You knew them like an old friend because they were just like yours, because they’d seen the same horror and felt the same pain. You took your hands from his waist and cautiously brought them towards his face, learning more with your eyes before he gave you the slightest nod as a form of permission. With your fingers, you gently caressed the wrinkles on his forehead tracing down to his temples until you wiped away the tears that had managed to escape from the corners of his eyes. You held your hands at his cheeks, keeping hold of his gaze with your own. He brought his hands to grip yours, rubbing his thumbs on your wrists before his fingers met your forearms with a touch that was beginning to awaken something inside you. 

“I reckon we’re more alike than we are different,” his words were a cathartic confession. 

You nodded, uncertainty still circling around you as you caressed his face and began to lace your fingers in his dusty-colored hair. It seemed to be all the permission he needed to dive forward to kiss you as he held your face gently in his hands. But you needed more, as quickly as he had moved in to kiss you, you began to peel his jacket off his broad shoulders, throwing it on a chair at your dinner table. A determined, almost dangerous stare filled his eyes as he discarded the flannel shirt beneath his jacket. You pulled off your sweater and blouse in one skillful move, tossing it without a worry as to where it landed. You were left standing before him only in your jeans and bra.  

An obvious hunger had taken over you both, as he lunged at you grabbing you by the waist and pulling you in for a kiss less chaste than the last. Your lips held onto each other, tongues exploring and tasting each other through the remnants of salty tears. You hooked your hands into his belt loops, grabbing him by his ass to push his hips towards yours, feeling his cock beginning to twitch and harden with need. 

“Bedroom,” you commanded breathlessly. 

He nodded and then lifted you as you leveraged yourself against his chest and shoulders as you wrapped your legs around his waist while he kept his mouth on yours. He threw you on the bed, eliciting a quiet yelp as you bounced on the firm mattress. You shifted yourself further up the bed as he crawled towards you. Pushing yourself up to your knees you moved towards him pulling him to you by his shirt with desperation. 

“You’re wearing too many clothes,” you sighed, gently pulling it over his head. 

He smiled and let out a breathy chuckle. It was the first time you’d seen him smile since the moment he reunited with Tommy when he and Ellie first arrived in town. This was different, of course: a little playful and a little dirty and something you hoped, at least in the moment, was just for you. 

“Sorry, y’know it’s winter,” he chuckled again as his lips were back on you. 

His hand cupped your breast and then his mouth traveled to your shoulder. You lowered your back to the bed, allowing him to come down with you, his arms pushing himself up on either side of you to get a better view for him to admire your body with his eyes. With a gentle touch of your finger nails, you caressed his forearms and triceps. Your eyes studied the broadness of him and how his chest looked especially strong as he propped himself over you. 

“I’m gonna apologize, ya know, before we---,” he warned quietly, “it’s been a little while.” 

“I reckon we’re more alike than we are different,” you whispered, repeating the words he spoke moments before he kissed you. 

Faster than you could think, he was on you again, somehow expertly unclasping your bra as he rolled with you in your bed sheets. You helped him unbuckle, unzip, and pull off his jeans, laughing as he clumsily kicked them off with his boxers somewhere on your carpeted bedroom floor. With an involuntary bite of your lip, you admired his large, uncut cock as he moved towards you, this time helping you unbutton and unzip your jeans. You lifted your hips as he slid your jeans from them, taking your underwear with them tossing them on the floor to join his. 

You stared at each other for a few moments, drinking in the view of each other’s bodies, maybe even holding a picture of it in your head to keep as a memory to hold on to forever. 

“You sure ‘bout this?” He asked, giving you one more chance to make a smarter, level-headed decision. 

“Joel, please,” you implored, your fingers dancing in his hair, “I need this, need you.”

He brought his face close to yours, first pressing his lips to your forehead in a sweet kiss before giving you an equally gentle kiss on your lips. Everything else he did with his mouth however, was anything but sweet and gentle. He led with his tongue, first at your neck and then between the valley of your breasts until he tasted each one, swirling his tongue around the pebbled surface, lightly biting at them with his teeth. The anticipation of where his tongue was leading left you panting. The softness of his lips paired with the coarseness of his mustache and facial hair was the perfect contradiction. Your breath hitched as he kissed your mound, stopping there long enough for you to panic about what he would do next. 

“Joel, is everything ok? Is there…is there something wrong?” You propped yourself up on your elbows to look down at him. 

“Not at all, sweetheart,” he murmured his voice full of marvel like he’d seen a dream, “just admirin’ the view.”

You smiled and before you could say anything else, his mouth was on you. You closed your eyes and threw your head back, as he worked on you first with a broad lap of his tongue through your folds. He works through them at a torturous pace, pitiful moans echoing through your quiet bedroom. And then he moved faster as he savored you, finding your clit poking at it first with a pointed tip of his tongue until he took it between a tight purse of his lips, sucking on it  furiously until you cried out for him to give you more. He swiped a few more heavy stripes down your folds until his lips are on your clit again, sucking and humming, the vibrations making your already sensitive center weepingly wet. 

“Oh god, god, Joel,” you moaned, your hands grasping at his hair, “I haven’t felt this good in so long.”

You cried out incoherently as he chuckled and returned his attention to your clit, maneuvering two fingers in and out of you as his lips continue to suck and vibrate on the most sensitive part of you. He continued to move his fingers in and out of your folds at an agonizingly fast pace. You whimpered helplessly, crying out his name over and over as he worshipped your cunt like his own personal idol. The pressure from his mouth intensified on your clit as his fingers pulsed in and out, in and out until you cried out seeing stars. A hot gush of liquid came out of you covering his face and hand, dripping onto your ass and onto the sheets beneath you. 

“Shit…fuck, Joel, Joel!” You wail, clutching at the sheets from your orgasm. 

He let go of your clit with a gentle kiss that makes your body jolt from overstimulation. Your body was still writhing from your climax, your breaths were still fast as you tried to bring yourself down. Opening your eyes, you lay in a misty daze as Joel crawls towards you, wiping his face and facial hair with the tips of his fingers and the pad of his thumb, taking one last lick of your essence. You hadn’t seen anything so erotic in years and you pulled him close, your chests pressed together as you took him in a long and sensual kiss. 

“Oh sweetheart, we made a little mess,” he growled as he positioned himself over you. 

“I--I forgot I could do that,” you said, still coasting on the high of your last orgasm. 

Joel breathed out with a low and sexy, but at the same time sheepish. You looked at him, seeing his cheeks slightly pink with a mixture of pride and humility. 

“Glad I could help you remember,” he replied with a smirk,that quickly changed into a heavy groan as you pumped his girthy cock. “Fuck sweetheart.”

“Need to feel you inside me, Joel,” you pleaded, bucking your hips up to his. 

“Yes, baby,” he grunts as you wrap your leg around his thigh. 

With a sudden urge you sat up and held him close, kissing him fervently and rolling over him so that his back was on the bed. Your fingernails gently scratched his expansive chest as you straddle him. His eyes gleamed with anticipation that evolved into pure pleasure as you lowered yourself down onto his cock, unable to keep from moaning with the feeling of him stretching you. You bounced on his cock and grind on him with the tightest of circles. 

“Oh, fuck, Joel you feel so good,” you cried, your pussy fluttering with each bounce. 

“Come on, baby,” he groaned as he started to buck his hips up into you with the same rhythm of your bounce. “Keep ridin’ me, you feel so good.”

Moans and slaps of your skin are all that fills the air in your room. You grabbed at his thighs, feeling ecstasy with each bounce. To your surprise he sat up and grabbed you by the waist, thrusting into you and rolling you over so he’s back on top. For a brief moment, his cock left you and you felt suddenly empty. He settled over, pushing your bent legs up towards your chest. The pad of his thumb easily found your clit again and with a few slaps of his cock at your folds, he was pushing into you again. His hips rocked into you in a new found depth and pace as his thumb continued to circle your bundle of nerves. In this position he felt even wider than he had before and your heart and mind raced with each desperate thrust Joel made. That magic feeling began to will within you again as Joel’s pace became faster and faster. 

“Fuck, sweetheart, I don’t think I can hold on much longer,” he growled through thrusts, grabbing your hips tightly and angling them upward. 

“Oh god, Joel, please, baby,” you cried, knowing you were right there with him. “Take what you need, baby, please take what you need.”

Neither of you could speak anymore. You’d evolved into an orchestral union of bodies, reaching out for each other and crying out each other's names with each grind, push, and thrust. And like dying stars, you exploded together in your orgasms, crying out praise and gratitude for it all and each other. The way his cock pounded in and out of you so easily and how it mingled with your sticky sweetness took you away for a moment. You began to shake uncontrollably and pulled his face close to yours. 

“Oh fuck---I, sweetheart---” was the last thing he moaned before looking to you for a final answer to a question unspoken. 

“Come inside me, Joel, it’s OK,” you assured, shaking as he gave one, two, three more thrusts to fill you up with him before he whimpered into the crook of your neck. 

You collapsed together on your bed, a tangle of heavy breaths and intertwined limbs. For the longest time, you bathed together in your naked silence, pulling up your quilted comforter over your bodies that were starting to get a little cold from the tiniest bit of winter air that you could feel through the walls. 

Through closed eyes you listened to Joel’s heartbeat through his chest where you had rested your head. He had taken your hand and rested it there, gently caressing it with his. More little comforts came to you in the form of him nuzzling your hair with his cheek and kissing your forehead. You could fall asleep like this, but being awake was more fulfilling in every possible way. 

“Hey,” you heard his voice whisper as he caressed your hair and then your shoulder, “you asleep?”

“No,” you murmured, waiting and wondering about his next words. 

“I’m sorry about Ellie,” he apologized. 

“Mmm, it’s okay,” you replied and then added, “just give her time, she’ll find her way.” 

Heart beats and deep breaths and caresses between words. 

“I think so,” Joel’s voice was rough but more resolved than how he had spoken when he came to your door, “I think with your help, she will.” 

You smiled, feeling tears again slip from the corners of your eyes, a cleansing exhale leaving from your lungs. “Thank you for the vote of confidence.” 

He shifted, squeezed your shoulder, and brushed your hair out of your face until you were looking up at him. 

“Hey, baby,” he said softly and then kissed you, his fingers caressing your skin, “you take what you need.”

#pedro pascal character fanfiction #pedro pascal fandom #pedro pascal characters #joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller smut #joel miller x reader #joel miller x you #the last of us #the last of us hbo #juice bar collective #juice collective

[copiousloverofcopia]

THE TIME HAS FINALLY COME!😭

This is the definite LAST CHAPTER of HOLY MARY!

I got so emotional, so many times while writing this chapter and because of the content I apologize but I need to risk some spoilers for the sake of those who might be triggered so…

⚠️TRIGGER WARNING FOR DESCRIPTIONS OF BIRTH, GORE, MAJOR CHARACTER DEATH, INFANT DEATH/LOSS, GRIEF⚠️

Thank you so much for coming on this journey with me, Terzo, and Mary. I can't believe that this all stemmed from an ask on Tumblr that flourished into this full-fledged fic. Thank you so much to the anon that requested this. It was an honor to write it and thank you all so much for reading!

Commissions are OPEN, please see pinned post for Carrd info!

Beautiful divider credit to @gothdaddyissues

Holy Mary

Sister Mary Catherine was only weeks away from taking her vows when she has a chance encounter with a man. A man she finds out is the Pope of the Satanic church.

Chapter 10: The Ultimate Sacrifice

Also available HERE on AO3! Haven’t started yet? Read from the beginning HERE!

Definitely NSFW below!

“Please.” Secondo begged, staring into his little brother’s eyes. 

“I don’t want to do this Secondo. Understand that I…I have to….”

1 Hour Earlier…

Lucifer seemed to leave as quickly as “she” came. Terzo was left alone in his thoughts, pondering the horrors that were to come. The blood shed that would be on his hands. Dripping from them in the wake of his decision. Cursed by his own dark god to choose between Mary, his child, and that of his own brother. 

The world all together seemed to stop. The sounds of the wind rustling in the trees and birds chirping ceasing around him. Leaving him frozen in the eerie silence. Nothingness—emptiness. Terzo was perched on his knees in a haze when from somewhere in front of him came a voice. Coming closer and closer while the words came into focus.

“Terzo…please come back inside. Let’s talk.” Secondo suggested, wanting to find a way to make things right between them. Settle this rivalry that he had, himself, set in motion. 

“Please go.” Terzo snapped, refusing to look at him. Though Secondo would not give up that easily. Never in his life had he felt such remorse. Everyone knew all too well that it was not in his nature to apologize. Growing up as the middle Emeritus son, he was never allowed to be wrong or admit defeat in anything—lest he be held as less than. 

All things for him came as a task, one he must meet head on and without hesitance. Always striving to be better than Primo before him and Terzo who followed. Needing to prevail in all things as Nihil’s supposed favorite. Perceived as the most devout of all—only inside he was still a scared, lonely child. Worried that no matter how hard he would try, nothing would ever be enough. 

The feeling of inadequacy had been festering inside him so long, though he would never admit it. The constant fear led him further into a path of self-destruction. A path that now had led to the betrayal of his little brother. Lusting for Mary’s love—something he had no right to take from him.

“For what it’s worth, fratello, I know I was wrong…and I’m sorry.” Secondo admitted. His words, eliciting a look of shock from Terzo, though he still refused to look him in the eye. Terzo could tell he was being sincere. The fact that the mere words came from his brother’s own two lips told Terzo it was the truth.

“I know.” was all Terzo could say back to him. His anger, still simmering inside of him as he tried to let it go. There were so much more important things to be concerned with now and whether Secondo knew it or not—Terzo held his life in his hands.  

“When you are ready, I hope you both can forgive me.” Secondo told him, his brother nodding as he was left once again alone in the garden. Still on his knees, agonizing over what was to come. 

Mary was sleeping soundly, her face almost peaceful as a child's. Primo, keeping careful watch over her and checking in occasionally with the help of the Abbey physician. Reassuring himself that she and the baby were still doing alright. Just as he sat back down in the chair, opposite her in the room, there was a knock on the door. The young newly ghoulettes, Cirrus and Cumulus had arrived with Omega as their charge. Standing in the doorway, excitedly awaiting news of Mary's recovery. 

“Please come in Omega, dolcezze.” Primo smiled. The ghoul and ghoulettes bowed as they all carefully walked into the room. Doing their best to not disturb Mary. 

“How is she Papa? Is the baby coming?” Cumulus asked, looking at Mary with such concern and care in her glowing eyes. Her devotion towards Mary and her child, touching Primo’s soul.

“Not yet…eh…we must still wait and see. There is not much else we can do at this time. At least that is what they are telling me.” he sighed. Relaxing back into the chair as he old joints hummed with arthritic pain from all his standing.   

“Where is the doctor? The nurses?” Omega asked, noting that when he and the ghoulettes arrived at the infirmary there was no one else to be seen. The halls and rooms, appearing empty and silent. 

“I believe they had gone into town for some more supplies. With all the wounds, we are quickly running low on bandages and gauze.” Primo explained, his thin smile only barely hiding his concern. 

“Primo?” came a soft voice. It was Mary, slowly coming to from her unconscious state. Her eyes, fluttering open to see the four of them all surrounding her. All of them, smiles spreading fast as she tried to pull herself up a bit in the bed. 

“Mary, please don’t try to move too much.” Primo told her, rising up as fast as his body would allow. Helping Omega settle her into a comfortable position in the bed. 

“Where is Terzo?” she asked, still a bit hazy from her slumber. Feeling achy all over with her head feeling an intense throb. 

“He’ll be back soon.” Primo assured her, taking her hand in his and sitting beside her on the edge of the bed.  

“He needed to get some fresh air, pretty sure he headed out to the garden.” Omega continued. Mary stared down at her belly. Watching as the little life inside her moved beneath her tightly stretched skin. His kicking, stronger than she had ever felt it before. Ready any day now to come triumphantly into the world. A child that she knew now was destined to be humanity’s undoing.

“I—I shouldn’t have come here. I have placed us all in danger.” she told him. Her voice low, almost a whisper, as if she was scared to have anyone else hear it. Frightened on what she might be asked to do again in her darkest hour. 

“Coming here was exactly what you should have done piccola. This child and you belong here with us—with Terzo.” Primo said, squeezing her hand. The tears spilled quietly down and over the round softness of her cheeks. Cradling her belly in her arms as she sniffled back. Trying desperately not to sob.  

“He will be the antichrist. Satan will take him as a vessel for evil. We will all be destroyed…” Mary cried, gripped tight to her belly as if she could protect her child from his fate.

“Do you really believe that?” Primo asked her. The two of them, locking in a stare as Mary swallowed back her guilt.  

“What else am I to believe? I have condemned us all.” 

“You know…many children have been born into the Emeritus family and none of them have destroyed anything. Unless you count my patience.” Primo said, his humor relieving some of the tension in the room. Mary, even laughing along with him through the tears. 

“I love him Primo.” Mary said, whipping away the droplets from her eyes. Wishing that it was all a dream. That she and Terzo would live happily ever after like they do in fairy tales. No prophecies or damnation, a child born to them that was no more evil than herself—a sinner who was otherwise good. 

“I know you do, and he loves you and that baby more than anything in creation.” Primo smiled. Mary, gently smiling back at him before she tried to straight out a bit more. Wincing after only a moment. Her brow furrowing hard on her forehead as her hand came up to rest upon her swollen belly.

“What’s wrong?” asked Cirrus, rushing over to her bedside. 

“Oh no…” she said, her eyes growing wide as the wet spot between her legs grew larger across the sheets. “My water just broke. The baby is coming.” 

“Shit.” Omega remarked, but Primo without hesitation took control. Though inside he too was scared. Never in his life did he imagine any of this would come to pass. Most certainly that he would ever need to help deliver a child.

“It’s going to be alright piccola.” he began, turning to face Omega and the ghoulettes as they stood anxiously nearby.  

“Omega, get Terzo here now.” 

Terzo had sat quietly on the ground. His head hung low between his knees as he tried pulling himself together enough to return inside. Each moment without Mary near was enough to drive him mad. Though he knew now things were once again forever changed between them. 

He lifted up his head. Closing his eyes and drawing forth a deep breath as he prepared to stand, when he felt the weight of something on his lap. Opening his eyes to look down at a dagger that laid across him. Small enough to be concealed and sharp enough to slice through bone. 

“What the–” He began, lifting the dagger to take a closer look. It was the same one from Gabriel. The hilt, still shimmering with celestial light. Weighted well in his hand as he twisted it around. 

“You know what to do.” said a voice. Seeming to come from inside him, “...use their own blade to give me what I ask.” Terzo shook off the thought as he tucked the blade into his coat pocket. Hearing another familiar voice calling out to him. 

“Terzo! Terzo!” they yelled. Instantly he recognized it was Omega. The ghoul had quickly turned the corner and came running into the garden clearing. Urgently calling out to him as the ghoul’s face looked frightened and helpless. Unlike Terzo had ever seen before.

“Omega…what—”

“No time, Mary has gone into labor!” he explained. Yanking Terzo off the ground and onto his feet. The two of them, taking off towards the Abbey. His faithful companion unaware of what Terzo had been asked—what he was now certain he must do. 

 “Just breathe, Mary. He’s on his way.” Primo assured her. Cumulus moved quickly as she began wringing out the washcloth of cool water, placing it back on Mary’s forehead. Her face covered in tears and her body dripping with sweat. The pain of her labor, becoming more and more intense with each passing second. 

“Oh…ah…I changed my mind. I don’t wanna do this anymore.” she cried. Her hands gripped tightly to the sheets. Turning white, nails tearing through the fabric as another contraction hit her.

“I think it’s too late for that.” Cirrus told her, peeking her head out in the hall for any sign of Omega and Terzo’s return. 

 “Ah!” Mary screamed. Primo brought himself down at the end of the bed. Lifting up the sheet to see a gush of blood pouring out from inside her. So much blood that a chill ran through him. Scared that the child may already be gone. Something he knew he couldn’t tell her. 

“Mary, please breathe.” he said once again. Trying his best to hide his fears, when suddenly the wounds from the stigmata began opening up. One by one, each of them splitting open again until she was covered in blood. Screaming and crying from all the intense pain. Inescapable and horrifying. 

“Oh fuck, it’s tearing through me!” Mary screamed. Her dress now completely soaked in blood from the waist down as Primo and the ghoulettes tried to hold her down. Mary quickly was falling further into madness, bleeding out before them. Cursed with visions of Heaven and Hell, furiously fighting a war that would never be won. Surrounded by blood and gore—the likes of which were of an indescribable amount. Covering all the world as the sound of Satan’s laughter began filling her ears.

As another contraction hit, she screamed again. This time begging for death, for God to take her and spare her baby. Gripped tightly onto Cumulus' hand. The ghoulette’s claws, going numb in her grasp. There was nothing they could do to stop it—this baby was coming and now.   

“It’s going to be ok Mary, don’t push yet. It’s too soon.” Primo begged. Watching as she writhed around in the bed. The stigmata wounds, continuing to bleed, spattering across the room as she struggled against the ghoulettes’ hold. Both of them, looking at one another in fear before turning their sights on Primo. Knowing that Mary and her child would likely not make it.

She had lost so much blood. Her screams, turning to a deafening silence. Mary, completely void of strength as her labor continued. Crying softly as she clung barely on to life. All of them, helpless to watch her and her child dying before their eyes. Primo continued doing his best to assist. Holding himself together like he always did in times of crisis. Praying that at least one of them would be spared of this fate.

When all had seemed at its bleakest, Terzo and Omega could finally be heard running down the Hall. Catching sight of Secondo as he too was making his way down to the infirmary. The rest of the Abbey inhabitants lining the halls as the screams from poor Mary had flooded the building—blood curdling cries, sent echoing throughout every square inch, alerting them to the situation. They were nothing but a blur as Terzo and the others burst through the doorway.

“How is she? Oh, Mary I’m so sorry.” Terzo cried, covered in sweat and smeared paint. Filled with horror at the sight of her. Blood everywhere, covering everything around them. His love’s face, pale and stone still. Looking as if she were only moments from death. Terzo realized that it was now or never. 

“She’s lost so much blood fratellino, I don't think either of them are going to make it.” Primo told him. The old man’s face filled with more sorrow than Terzo had ever seen at his admission. The rise and fall of Mary’s chest, barely discernible, now slowing as her time drew near. 

“This can’t be…we must be able to do something.” Secondo chimed in, the guilt of his covetousness weighing heavily on him. Worried that he had somehow allowed this to happen. That somehow, he too was at fault and that both God and Lucifer had forsaken Mary and her child for his own defiance and greed. 

“There—there is something.” Terzo began. The words, barely making it out of him as all others in the room stopped to face him. Waiting for his answer as Terzo swallowed back, tasting the foulness in his mouth for what he was about to say—about to do. 

“What is it?” Primo asked, bringing his hands between Mary’s legs to feel for the baby’s head. Its small peak of hair, just palpable from inside her. “We must hurry, I can feel the head.”

“Oh fuck.” Omega gulped, feeling dumbfounded and lost. Terzo slipped his hand within his coat. Pulling from it the blade hidden within. Instantly the tears began to fall from his eyes. 

“This.” he told them. All eyes falling to the sharp edge of the blade. 

“What?” Secondo asked as Terzo began sobbing. Looking over to Mary as she had all but bled out. Watching the life slip away from her as he stood before his brother. Holding the blade, he was to murder Secondo with, in his hands. Scared he had waited too long and that even now it was too late for Mary and their child to survive. Would he be sacrificing Secondo for nothing? 

“I was visited in the garden by Lucifer.” he began, everyone’s attention held in a vice. The presence of the old one, felt even now in the room. Surrounding them in a veiled cloud of darkness. 

“And?” Primo said as he and the ghoulettes continued to try and take care of Mary as best they could. 

“I was told that the child would be spared its fate as the antichrist if I—I…”

“If you what stronzo? Spit it out.” Secondo hissed, though it seemed to Terzo as if he knew. As if something had told him already that a deal had been made.  

“If I kill you.” Terzo admitted, the sounds of gasping filling the room. “But I just can’t.”

“Then do it.” Secondo told him. Realizing this was it—this was his chance, given to him by Lucifer to redeem himself. A chance for him to make things right between them.

“I never wanted to make this choice!” Terzo cried out when suddenly Secondo came to stand before him.

“I said do it! Do it now!” he yelled, taking the blade from Terzo and positioning it against the flesh of his chest. Wrapping Terzo’s hands around the hilt as he continued on. “Kill me now. It’s the only way.” Secondo told him, the hint of tears glazing his eyes.    

“But Secondo… I…” Terzo tried to continue. His sobbing, blurring his vision more as he heard Secondo too had succumbed to his emotions. The rest of them, waiting with bated breath as the two brothers reached their inescapable fate. 

“Please.” Secondo begged, staring into his little brother’s eyes. His heart aching, pounding—breaking. Both of them were covered in sweat. Chests heaving with labored breath and souls crying out from within. 

“I don’t want to do this Secondo. Understand that I…I have to….” Terzo cried, trying to reason with himself. This was the only way to save Mary. To save his child from death. 

“Then do what you have to do.” Secondo smiled softly. 

“Oh cazzo…Secondo I can’t. I can’t.” Terzo yelled. Cursing the Devil and God alike as he stood with the blade pressed just above his brother’s beating heart. 

“I have not been a good brother to you Terzo. Let me do this.” Secondo begged, Terzo pulling away and pacing the room. Feeling as though he may die before being able to make the choice. His whole body aching as each second passed. 

“I just…I can’t.” Terzo cried once more. Secondo had had enough. Looking at Mary as she lay in the bed. Covered in crimson red, inches from death. Knowing that deep down this was the only way to save her. Confident that his sacrifice—their sacrifice would fix it. 

“Ah!” Secondo yelled, charging towards him. Forcing Terzo to finish him. The blade, plunging deep into Secondo’s chest. Everyone was in shock as Secondo dropped to the ground. The dagger sticking out from his front. Letting go from his mortal coil as a smile spread across his face. It was done. 

“Why?” Terzo asked him as he fell to his knees. Kneeling beside him and pulling him close in his arms. 

“I love you.” Secondo told him as he began to cough. The blood stained his normally blackened lips, red. The second Emeritus son had slipped away in peace.

“I love you.” Terzo cried as Secondo fell lifeless in his arms. Setting his brother carefully down to the floor in silence. The loudest silence any of them had ever known. 

“Terzo…” Mary’s voice rang out in the quiet of the room. Barely above a whisper it managed to carry him as he turned to face her in her severely weakened state. All of them, relieved to hear her knowing she had been spared as promised in the wake of Secondo’s death. 

“Amore.” Terzo called out, rushing to her side and taking her hand. Primo could feel the baby’s head was crowning. 

“We are almost there.” he told Terzo, trying his best to continue on in the chaos. Feeling, as Mary had another contraction, that the cord was wrapped around the baby's neck. Terzo immediately noticed the look flash across Primo’s face.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, watching his brother work to get the baby out as fast as he could.

“It’s too late.” Mary cried. Terzo, feeling helpless as Primo refused to answer him. Mary brought his hand to her side. Feeling the blood as it began pouring out from the final stigmata wound. The wound had appeared without her even making a whimper. Too weak and far gone to even respond as she began slipping steadily away.

“Oh fuck. No! No!” Terzo yelled as Mary went limp. Primo, working his hardest to help deliver the baby who had managed to come through the birth canal. Removing the ensnarement of the cord. Crushed to find no signs of life as he held the small bundle in his arms. 

“Terzo…I’m so sorry.” Primo told him, holding the baby closely in his arms. His face filled with tears. Sniffling back to try his best to speak. “He’s gone.” 

“NO! You promised me!” Terzo howled. His voice, cracking in pain as his screams reached both Heaven and Hell. Raging at the universe and all things within it. Ready to burn existence down before him.

I PROMISED YOU NOTHING INSOLENT WHELP.

The voice said, echoing all around them. All of them immediately knew who it came from. God himself, coming to gloat that he had prevailed. Taken everything from Terzo and his beloved Mary.

“God?” Mary asked, barely alive. Knowing that her baby was gone. Her life was destroyed, and she no longer cared about anything. Wishing for her death to come. 

You defied me Mary. You refused to erase your sin and now two people have died instead of one. 

“You fucking piece of shit!” Terzo growled, wishing he had any control. His son was dead, held still in his brother’s arms. His other brother, lifeless on the floor. The love of his life barely holding on as her own God smugly berated her—blamed her.

“I—” Mary began, somehow managing to continue on. 

I am however a benevolent God. I can give you a second chance. Beg me for forgiveness and repent for your sins and I shall heal thee. Welcome you back into the bosom of Heaven. Absolve you of sin. 

Mary looked over to Primo, seeing her baby for the first time. His little hand, just visible above the blanket as Primo held onto him. Knowing that he had never been able to draw his first breath. Feel the love she held for him in her heart. A heart now torn in a million pieces. Shattered like glass, never able to be whole again in his absence. She no longer cared about what would happen to her, ready to have God strike her where she stood but not before she said her peace.

“I no longer want your paradise.” she began. Her tears, so intense that her voice could barely continue through them. “You are nothing. Nothing but false promises and veiled wickedness.” she cried, when the sound of hissing came loudly pouring into the room. A snake slithering across the bloodied floor. Gliding in a winding swirl over Secondo's body, before coiling up onto the bed beside where Mary lay. The serpent, beginning to speak to them, though its lips never moved. 

“I ALWAYS keep my promises.” it said as suddenly a cry came out from the little bundle in Primo’s arms. The once pale hand, turning pink as the child wriggled in his uncle's arms. Primo, smiling down and crying as the baby announced himself unto the world.

All of them, joyous and shocked that the child was now alive. Mary too was returning to her normal color. The blood that had covered her, slowly disappeared as if it was never spilled. Primo, quickly handing Mary her son. His small face brightly shining as Terzo held the two of them in his arms.  

“Our baby.” he cried. The tears now of pure joy as he buried his face into Mary’s hair. 

“He’s going to be alright.” Primo told them. Both Mary and Terzo, filled with relief as she turned her sights upward. Addressing God head on as he watched them in annoyance. 

“It is in the devil and his servant, my sweet Terzo, that I have found the truth of what you are. The father who would abandon his child for a gentle sin.” Mary yelled. The smile on her face, cold towards her once beloved deity as God’s light shone within the room. So bright that it nearly blinded them. 

Be damned then you fool. Enjoy what you have now…until we meet again.

God said, his voice tainted with hatred as the bright light faded away. Disappearing into the ceiling before leaving all of them alone together. The serpent too had disappeared in thin air, just as Terzo and Mary had held tightly to one another. Their little boy cooing away in his parent’s arms. 

One Week Later…

It was a rainy day. Crisp and windy, just as he would have liked it, Terzo imagined as he prepared himself for Secondo’s funeral. A day like this was his favorite kind. The energy of a storm on the horizon and the cleansing power of the rain was always something Secondo held dear. 

Terzo smiled at the thought. Though his brother may never have thought so, Terzo knew now that Secondo had truly been the best of them. Willing to make the ultimate sacrifice for those he loved. One Terzo would never let anyone forget.  

“It’s almost time.” Mary said, coming to meet him. Annoyed to still find him getting dressed in his vestments. Clearly losing himself in thought as the day weighed on him.

“I know, come here.” he smiled, a hit of bittersweet emotions held in his eyes. Holding out his hands as he waited for Mary to give him their son. Little baby Luca, who was sleeping soundly in her arms, looked just like his father in every way. 

“Don’t wake him Terzo, I just got him to fall asleep.” Mary pleaded, gently handing him over. The little boy stretched; eyes still closed as he nuzzled into his father’s chest. The quiet hum of his snores and the tiny beats of his heart, felt softly against Terzo’s grasp. Tears falling from his eyes.

“Will he ever know how much he is loved?”

“He will…we will make sure of it.” Mary replied, pushing up on her toes to kiss Terzo’s forehead. Careful to not disturb his paints. 

“You were right, you know, all children are gifts from God.” Terzo smiled.

“I just was mistaken on which God.” Mary smiled, “...now let's get going.” she continued, taking the baby back from him as they headed down the stairs towards the chapel.

Terzo was overwhelmed as he walked down the nave. The pews, lined with flowers and plants of emerald, green. All in honor of his brother's color. He tried not to think about it as he approached the sanctuary. The casket staring him down, making it harder for him to keep it together.  

This brother’s loss felt heavy among the siblings, ghouls, clergy, and congregation. Terzo wondered if now Secondo could see just how much he meant to others. Just how important he really was. Just before stepping up to the pulpit, to give his final respects, Terzo placed his hand on the top of the casket.

“You were the best of us all.” he whispered, hoping that Secondo could hear him. Sniffling back as he prepared to give his brother’s eulogy. “Thank you.” 

Notes:

dolcezze- sweethearts

piccola- little one (feminine)

Stronzo- asshole

#FINAL CHAPTER #Holy Mary #Terzo x Catholic nun #Terzo x OC Mary #Terzo #papa iii #papa emeritus iii #ren writes #ghost #the band ghost #ghost fic #ghost fanfic #ghost fanfics #ghost fanfiction #the band ghost fic #the band ghost fanfic #the band ghost fanfiction

[thebellearchives]

Please do fluff prompt 1 with Nanami 🙏🏻

Reader is fembodied with eyes similar to Hinata from Naruto but icey blue.

❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️🥳🎉 <--- that's for you because I love your writing

𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐋

~ nanami kento ; jujutsu kaisen

✧˚ · . S Y N O P S I S : your friendship with nanami has always felt simple and natural, it makes sense that when you end up together it feels exactly the same

‧₊˚ c o n t e n t s : fem!reader, fluff, friends to lovers, mayyyybe a bit ooc nanami?? 🙇🏼‍♀️

‧₊˚ a / n : omg don’t come after me but i’ve never watched naruto hah, hope nanami’s description of the reader’s eyes is good enough (dw at least i know who hinata is) sorry for the wait aaa 😭🫶🏻 and yes i’m writing that “taking care of the other’s wounds” scenario again i have no regrets

Boredom prompted a slow yawn out of your mouth, sleepy tears formed in the corner of your eyes as you scrolled on your phone in search of entertainment. It was about 10:00 pm when some heavy steps entering the infirmary made you look up. Nanami looked worn out, but also relieved when he saw you there.

“You’re here. I’m glad” the man had some cuts in his face and bruises down his neck, your eyes followed as he walked over to the table next to you.

“You are?”

“Yes, I wouldn’t want to refuse Ieiri’s treatment. Where is she?”

“She went out for a smoke” Nanami’s nimble fingers picked up a bag of cotton balls and went in search of the alcohol bottle. His brows raised, chocolate brown eyes looking for yours from behind his glasses.

“Didn’t she say she’d quit?”

“You know Ieiri” with a sigh, you moved closer and stole the bottle from his hand.

“It’s okay, I can-”

“I know” he sighed in defeat, you decided to offer him a sweet small smile “just let me take care of you, okay? you look really tired”

He licked his lower lip, hesitant, but ended up nodding softly.

“Fine. Thanks.”

“Don’t mention it.”

Your hands opened the bottle of alcohol and picked up some cotton while waiting for him to sit down in the chair right behind him, but he didn’t. He remained silent and calm, studying your movements. You had known Nanami for a long, long time, ever since you were just a girl. Enough time for him to let you come close, enough to feel comfortable and relaxed in your presence. Enough for you to slowly develop feelings for him.

“I’ll take these” a soft whisper made its way from your lips, your free hand sliding his glasses away from his face.

He didn’t react, didn’t flinch, didn’t reply. His eyes were fixed on yours almost as if he had zoned out. You started cleaning the small cuts and dried blood off his skin, the sound of his even breathing carrying your mind far away. Swiping your fingertips gently near the injuries to soothe the burn of the alcohol, brushing some hair strands of his golden hair pretending they were getting in your way. You remembered how he used to be so wary of you, always keeping a certain distance. And now you were here with him, walls down, letting you take care of him as you wished. Intimate, vulnerable. You finished up cleaning some smudged dirt from his jawline when you felt his hands grasping your hips delicately, the touch bringing you back from your thoughts and your pupils searching for his curiously.

“Is something wrong?”

He shook his head slightly. You blinked in surprise as he lifted up your face just a bit, cradling your cheek.

“It’s just that I had never stopped to really see how misty your eyes are. They make me feel like i’m somewhere else, a hazy blue lake in a foggy forest. Peaceful… at ease.”

Somehow your breath got caught up in your throat, eyes widening and heartbeat picking up a quicker rhythm. The words Nanami spoke felt so natural, so much that you wondered if he had even said them with a romantic intention or if it had been just an observation, a gentle compliment. For a second your mind tried to decipher the meaning behind them, come up with a response to the genuine confession, but the attempt was immediately interrupted by the grazing of his thumb right under your eye. The light brush wiping your head clean in an instant, his ring and pinky under your chin guiding you closer towards his lips.

So you patiently closed your eyes and followed his actions. Nanami’s lips met yours then, soft movements, prompting a sweet warmth to cover your cheeks and travel down towards your chest. There was no hesitation, no doubts, your hands didn’t even tremble when you reached to cup his face. There was a certain tranquility in the simplicity of the movements, the way his arms softly brought you closer to him, the way your hands slid towards the back of his neck, the tenderness and longing of your lips grasping for each other.

And the moment he pulled away to grasp for air your lips almost followed like magnets, but stopped the moment you realized you also needed to take a breath. He rested his forehead on top of yours, a soft sigh escaping his lungs.

You smiled. There in his arms you felt like everything had fallen into place, it was just that simple. There was no need for words, everything had already been said.

#; fluffy belle #jjk #jujustu kaisen #jjk x reader #nanami kento #kento nanami #jjk nanami #nanami x reader #nanami x you #nanami x y/n #kento nanami x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen x reader

[schrijverr]

You Don’t Know Me, But I Know You 4

Chapter 4 out of 6

5 times Tim showed he stalked Robin + 1 time Jason did

Inspired by this post of thecrazyleader.

On AO3.

Ships none

Warnings: none

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4. A Familiar Snack Bar

Tim and Jason are out on patrol together. It’s not something that happens often due to their history, however, the two have been getting better recently. So here they are, giving teamwork another try together.

Thus far, it’s been pretty peaceful. Jason has only grumbled a little bit about not being allowed out by himself even though he can handle it and having to go out of his territory. Meanwhile, Tim has kept lecturing him about an assassin targeting vigilantes on the loose and personal safety (his most hypocritical lecture) to a minimum.

Right now they’re walking along a roof in the China Basin when Jason suddenly pauses. He points to a hole in the wall restaurant and says: “Let’s go get some dumplings there. I’m fucking hungry.”

“Alright,” Tim answers easily, dropping from the roof.

He’s about to walk out of the alley and towards the restaurant when he notices Jason isn’t following right behind him. Confused, he looks up to where Jason is sitting on the roof and asks: “What are you doing?”

“Staying up here,” Jason says in a duh-voice.

“I can see that,” Tim rolls his eyes. “I meant: why are you staying up there?”

“Because I’m Red Hood,” Jason replies snootily, before his demeanor changes ever so slightly to a more turned in, insecure manner. “And I think they have a Robin’s order for free thing going on, so you’ll probably have more luck scoring on that without the known crime lord with you.”

Tim catches on to the change, but doesn’t really know how to handle it. So, he resorts to being a little shit, snorting: “Oh please, no one buys your whole bad boy shtick.”

“Oi, it’s not a shtick! I am an actual crime boss,” Jason exclaims indignantly.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever,” Tim waves him away. “My point is that they’ll know you’re not there to shoot up the place. We can just order the dumplings and eat them on a roof near here. It’ll be fun. And we won’t be breaking B’s buddy system rules.”

“Ugh, I hate the buddy system rules,” Jason groans, but Tim can see he’s getting convinced.

“Assassin on the loose,” Tim sing-songs, reminding him again of why they’re in effect.

“The old man is gonna have the fucker in custody by the end of the night anyway,” Jason grouches, but he’s coming down from the roof.

He seems nervous to enter the shop, but Tim doesn’t comment. He also doesn’t comment when the lady behind the counter looks up in surprise when Jason orders for them. And he doesn’t comment when he notices she packed two rice cakes in their bag without them ordering them. In fact, Tim doesn’t say anything until they’re sitting side by side on the roof.

“You know that I know you saved that shop from a robbery in your Robin days and came there practically every patrol, right?” he asks softly.

“The fuck, Replacement,” Jason grunts, the nickname more a diversion than an actual insult at this point.

“I actually wasn’t stalking you that night,” Tim comments idly. “Well, I was, but I wasn’t. I was taking a break to get a snack the night of the robbery. It’s kind of funny, I was scared when it happened, but I also thought it was so cool, you know, to see you in action.”

He’s quiet for a beat, then adds: “At the time I was so sad I didn’t get to take any pictures in the moment. I was so sure I’d never be that close to you in action again.” He snorts: “Guess little me was wrong about that.”

Jason has been silently listening and there is a small silence between Tim’s story and Jason’s reaction.

In that silence, Jason looks at the sky for a second and swallows. Then he slings an arm around Tim and gives him a noogie, as he says: “You’re suck a fucking creep, stalker. Eat your dumplings or I’ll steal your rice cake.”

Tim can spot a diversion when he sees one, but lets Jason get away with it. If he squints, he can see how Jason’s shoulders have relaxed a bit. Good enough for him.

#rr writing #batman #tim drake #stalker tim drake #red robin #red hood #batfam #batfamily #dc #dc comics #jason todd

[kendallroydefender]

Somewhere only we know - Chapter 13 (Kendall Roy x Reader)

Masterlist

Series summary: You met Kendall when you were six years old. You have spent every summer together and now years later you and him are still just as close. This story follows Kendall and his best friend through their lives. Will they realize their feelings for each other before it’s too late?

Chapter summary: While the Roys are at their mothers wedding you get a phone call that is turning your world upside down. Following the events he makes a decision that could change his life for the better and yours too.

Authors Notes: We’re so so close to an confession!! I hope you like this chapter! Much love to everyone who’s still keeping up with the story! 🤍

Wordcount: 3.1K

You hear you’re phone ring. The caller ID says Connor wich makes you furrow your brows. Why would Connor call you from Caroline’s wedding? You accept the call, with a weird feeling spreading in your stomach, remembering last time you got a call from a Roy family member that wasn’t Kendall while they were out of the country.

”Hello?“ You ask slightly wary. He says your name in a somber tone before telling you ”Something happened.“ You take a deep breath the dark feeling starting to grow.

”It’s about Kendall. There was an accident and he, yeah, he almost drowned.“ He says and your breathing stops

”He fell off a pool float, he was drunk. We don’t know if it was an accident or..“ Tears gather in your eyes ”Is he..?“ You ask even if you’re afraid of the answer of how bad it is. If he died you don’t know how you would cope. ”He is stable, they’re keeping him til tomorrow.“ You close your eyes and exhale a shaky breath ”Can you send me the name of the hospital? I will be there as soon as possible.“ You ask him. ”Y/n you don’t have to-“

”No. Con, I need to.“

He mumbles an okay and take care, you tell him you’ll be in contact with him and if there’s any news about Kendall he should call or text you.

While organizing a jet you get a suitcase out and throw in anything you can catch. It feels like you’re almost in some kind of trance, you’re almost too calm. In less than 15 minutes you are out of your apartment and on the way to the airport.

You board your families jet, Connor has send you the name and address of the hospital Kendall was admitted to. You have also texted with Jess and Roman. You haven’t contacted Kendall himself, maybe you’re scared he will tell you not to come and because he was still not awake when Connor called you. You aren’t even sure if he knows that you’ve been told about what happened.

You know you should use the next hours to sleep but how are you supposed to when you don’t know what happened to your best friend, the man who you are in love with. You open your phone and go to the folder with all the pictures you have of him. There are funny ones of the two of you together and others where you attended galas and dinners together. You stop when you reach one where Kendall is sleeping. He looks so peaceful and carefree. You’ve taken it a year ago when he fell asleep on your couch while watching some movie. You wonder when it all went so wrong, you remember when he carried you all the way home on his back to your parents summer house after you cut your foot at the beach. Or when he rapped along to his new favorite song on your dorm bed. The way you two danced through the night in Shanghai’s clubs. All these memories rush through your head and you can’t stop yourself from crying.

You arrive at the hospital after an exhausting 10 hour flight and a taxi ride. You had slept for about an hour before waking again, too anxious to drift off again. You knew Kendall wasn’t doing well but you hadn’t thought it was this bad. You feel like you should have noticed how bad he was doing.

You ask to see Kendall but you really haven’t thought this through because you’re met with an ”I’m sorry signora, we can’t let unauthorized people to him. Only family.“ you nod, turning around contemplating what to do. Connor told you they weren’t going to the hospital but will see him after he’s released. You see Comfry on her phone. Jackpot.

You walk over to the blonde woman who smiles at you and gives a little wave. After she hangs up, she brings you to Kendall’s room. She stops outside to tell you about what happened, when and how he was found, that he’s mostly fine now but they kept him overnight to be sure.

You open the door to his room, he is resting on the bed, awake and looking out of the window. ”Kenny.“ you get out before tears come to your eyes. His head snaps towards you fast, he’s shocked to see you here. Who told you? Why did you come? It reminds him of the press conference where you appeared seemingly out of nowhere. He knows it was Roman who told you what was going on but still it feels like you always know when he needs you most by his side.

He says you name and you walk towards his bed, crushing him in a hug. He strokes your hair and after minutes you let him go. ”Sorry, sorry.“ you say wiping your tears. ”It’s okay, please don’t cry.“ he tells you cupping the side of your face. ”You shouldn’t have come, nothing happend. I’m fine, really.“ Kendall tells you to wich you shake your head. ”Kendall. No - of course.“ you tell him. Did he really thought you wouldn’t come after you heard what happened? ”Connor called me and I knew I had to get here. I just needed to see you.“

You don’t pry him about the situation knowing he will talk to you on his own terms. You just lay with him on the hospital bed. Pressing kisses onto his shaven head. ”My Dad- Uh, he won’t let me leave.“ Kendall says to you in a low distant sounding voice. ”What?“ you ask confused, since you’ve read the birthday card where he offered it. ”We had dinner yesterday. I wanted out but he- yeah, he said no.“ Kendall answers you and you feel like you swallowed a hot stone, you’re so mad at his father. Logan’s constant psychological abuse of his children. ”God. Kenny.“ is all you get out and just from that the man knows you’re mad. ”It’s okay.“ he assures you and you turn so you face him. ”No it’s really not. God i hate him so much.“ you can’t help yourself ”I’m so sorry Kendall. You don’t deserve being treated like that. You deserve so, so much better.“ he feels tears well up and he blinks fast, tries to swallow all these feelings again.

Instead he asks you if you’ll come with him to his mothers wedding and of course you say yes.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••

Comfry comes into the room a few hours later with one of the doctors, Kendall is being released. A car is already waiting outside.

You arrive at the house his family has rented. You catch Sophies eyes and give her a small wave and a smile. She smiles back, happy to see you. You eye Logan warily who sits next to the kids. Suddenly acting like a grandfather, you fight the urge to scoff. He looks at you but you avert your eyes quickly, turning toward the siblings who sit around a table playing monopoly. They make some jokes about Kendall’s accident slash attempt and you roll your eyes, wich Connor catches. But you don’t care, you’re here for Kendall. Connor sounded worried yesterday when he called you, you don’t understand how they can act like that now, not even a day later.

”Kids! Come on we’re leaving!“ Kendall shouts and you wrap your arm around Iverson. ”What are you doing here?“ Sophie asks with a mischievous grin. She’s not opposed to you and her father dating. She was old enough when her parents divorced to know it was better that way, she heard them fighting. Iverson took the break up harder and you can’t blame him. ”What? can’t I just go to the wedding of my best friend mother?“ you say to her jokingly.

”But you weren’t here yesterday?“ Iverson asks ”Y/n had a work thing she had to attend, that’s why she’s late.“ Kendall says quickly. He loves how well you get along with his kids, even if that means having Sophie asking him questions about you two later.

While Kendall is off to a meeting with his siblings, wich unbeknownst to you is an intervention, you and Comfry go to find you a dress to wear for the festivities. You have grown to like the woman even though your relationship with her is definitely not as deep as yours and Jess.

You buy a dress that fits you perfectly and is fitting for Carolines wedding.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••

You attend the wedding alongside Kendall. You give your congrats to Caroline and her soon to be husband, who’s name you already forgot. You’re sitting with Willa and Connor. Kendall wanted you to sit with him at the family table but you assured him you’re fine. He argued that you would be his plus one for this event but you declined. Your eyes find each other’s during the speeches multiple times, sending small smiles across the lawn.

When the eating part is over you and Kendall stay close to each other, holding hands the entire time, his arm around you. It just feels natural and you both just want to keep physical contact after everything that had happened who wouldn’t try to seek some comfort.

Maybe it’s the fact that he could have died but you just need him close to you, to feel that he’s alive. And he feels the same, he doesn’t want to get away from you. He doesn’t care about all the guest around, not really keen on striking up a conversation with anyone that isn’t his best friend.

You’re leaning into his shoulder while he smokes when Shiv and Roman come and ask to talk to him. He shrugs and tells them that he’s not interested but they are consistent and it seems like it’s urgent, so he relents and excuses himself from you for a moment. He kisses the side of your head goodbye and you hear Shiv ask ”So what? Are you together now?“ as they walk away.

The next time you’re hearing from Kendall is while you’re with Connor and he tells you about his upcoming campaign when you get an incoming call from Kendall. You excuse yourself for a moment and walk a bit away from the other guests before you answer the call. ”Y/n! We had to leave the party. We’re going to kill dad.“ he says and you furrow your brows ”Metaphorically speaking of course.“ he adds ”Wait- what? Who?“ you stammer, still confused on what is going on ”Me and the sibs.“ then he explains their plan before telling you, you can’t tell anyone about this but you wouldn’t anyway. Before hanging up he promises to call you as soon as he can and you promise him to stay with his kids until then. You stay at the ceremony, sitting with his children, you talk to Willa about her engagement and Connor reminisce about your childhood. You dance with Sophie and Iverson and briefly talk to Greg who tells you about his Comfry / Duchess dilemma and you laugh at his words. ”Nooo Greg, you can’t treat Comfry like that. She’s so nice to you“ you tell him honestly.

•••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

”How did killing Logan went?“ you ask once Kendall comes back into the house he’s staying in. It’s late and Sophie and Iverson are already in bed. You had texted Rava earlier that you had taken the kids back to the house. You knew she was feeling better if you looked after them then when Logan did, after all he had hit iverson before. She had called to talk to the kids and you had spoken to her afterwards.

You’re sitting on the couch, skipping through the tv channels when he comes back. You glance at him as he steps into the living room and you can tell it didn’t went down smoothly. ”Tom fucked us.“ he says and your eyebrows shoot up „Are you serious?“ he sits down next to you, his head leaning back against the cushion, staring at the ceiling ”Yeah he told him about our plan.“ you would have not thought Tom would go like this against his wife. ”But the sibs and me, we’re gonna do our thing. Without dad.“ he tells you before saying ”I told them about uh, Shivs wedding.“ you know instantly what he’s referring to.

”It’s funny, Roman said the same thing you did.“ he says and you turn, so that you’re facing him ”It’s the truth Ken. It was an accident.“ you say and he looks at you, nodding a little, it’s really faint and you could have easily missed it.

”Are you hungry? The chefs already left but I got some leftovers in the fridge for you.“ he thinks then that he doesn’t deserve how much you care about him. You flew here as soon as you heard about what happened to him and now you make sure he eats. He loves you. More than a friend and he has known this for some months now. Your love is the purest most unconditional kind of love he has ever been given and he knows he needs you in his life, you make him a real person. You don’t see him as an extension of his Dad, or some famous douchebag, a Roy. You don’t see him as a killer. You see him. Kenny. Kendall. And he thinks he would like to come home to you every day. He wouldn’t dread his apartment anymore. Maybe it’s the fact that he could have died that day but he feels like he needs to get better and to confess his feelings to you finally. He can’t let this chance you two have go away again. Not if it could be everything he wanted for a long time.

"Thank you.“ he says then and you know that he’s not only talking about leftovers. "No need to, Kendall.“ you scratch his buzzed head. "I appreciate it, really. It uh it means a lot.“ he says and you answer him "Well you mean a lot to me.“ and he can’t help the smile forming on his lips. While you put the food into the microwave Kendall goes to say goodnight to his Kids. He eats on the couch next to you and after you watch some tv show you go to sleep. There are like thousand rooms in this house but it’s not a question that you are sharing a bed.

You’re laying on your side and Kendall rests on his back when he starts speaking

”I know things are difficult right now, uh with me and I know im putting a lot on you too.“ Kendall admits and you know this is hard for him. ”Its okay, Kendall. I know you’re going through some things at the moment and that’s not your fault.“ you tell him before adding

”And you don’t need to apologize, its beyond your control and of course im there for you. Like you’ve been with me when I was going through hard times.“

”Yeah but I feel like its my fault with the-“ he clears his throat ”With my relapse.“ He finally says and you swallow. Its progress that he can admit that he’s struggling again instead of telling you its fine.

”I feel like, I- I- am maybe at my breaking point.“

He turns on his side, facing you now.

”I think I need to, I need to get better. For my siblings. For you.“ you take his hand in yours ”For me, uh for me too.“ he says at last

”I think that’s a good plan, Ken.“

You whisper "I love you.“ as he drifts off to sleep and he lets himself feel a shimmer of hope that everything could get better.

••••••••••••••••••••••••••

You flip through the papers Jess had dropped off at Kendall’s earlier. They’re rehab facilities he could go to. Its a few days later and you’re glad he’s still planning to go.

”Do you already know wich one you’re going to?“ you ask

”I think the one in Denmark sounds good. It has an eight week programm.“ he answers and you flip to the clinic he meant.

Reading over the text it does sound nice and the pictures look good too.

”When will you go?“

”They have a spot in two days open.“ you nod

”Do you want me to come with you?“

”To Denmark? You don’t have to.“

You give him a smile ”Yeah, but that’s not what I’ve asked.“

He takes a breath looking at you sincerely

”Of course I would like you to come but I, uh, I can’t let you do that. You’ve already done so much for me.“

You shrug now

”When does the jet leave?“

••••••••••••••••••••••••

He takes his shirt you’ve worn the night before with him. It smells like you and he needs something that reminds him of you. He doesn’t tell you, but you’ve seen him put it in the suitcase. But you don’t care, you kept one of his too and there are still multiple ones around your apartment. And two months is a long time for you two to be apart.

”What happens to us if I go now?“ he asks when you’re in bed that night. His fingers drawing shapes onto your arm.

”We’ll have all the time in the world when you come back. But now you need to focus on yourself.“ you tell him cupping his face. It’s the truth but it’s also a promise. You are aware that whatever is going on between you isn’t purely platonic anymore and more than just a crush now. It’s seems like it’s always on the brink of spilling over. You hope that you can talk about it once he returns, but he needs to be clean for that so you can be sure it’s what he really wants.

”I’ll be right here.“ another promise, he won’t come back to find you in a relationship.

You’ve waited such a long time these few months won’t matter.

”I’ll be back soon.“ he says

”Take as much time as you need.“

••••••••••••••••••••••••••••••

There are a few photographers and you’re glad for the darkened windows of the car. You arrived In Denmark yesterday evening and spent last night in a shared hotel room.

His hand is still in yours. Since it’s a private clinic with high privacy values you’re being driven through big gates that close behind you. You give him a long hug

”I’m really proud of you.“

He holds you a little tighter.

”I love you.“ he answers

”I love you too, Kenny. So much.“

”Thank you. For, uh for everything.“

”Always.“

You sit for a few more minutes holding each other before he knows it’s time to leave. He releases his arms from around you

”Goodbye Kendall.“

”Goodbye Y/n.“ he tells you and you press a lingering kiss to his cheek.

#kendall roy imagine #kendall roy x reader #kendall roy x you #kendall roy fic #kendall roy fluff

[fire-emblem-drabbles]

By Your Side

Pairing: Alfonse x reader

Prompt: The summoner has a lot of anxiety :(

Description: When you found out there were small attacks all around Askr, you agreed it would be a good idea to stay behind at the castle to dispatch heroes to help defend the people. But when you find out that Alfonse has gone out alone to draw the enemy attack, you can't help but find yourself worrying about him.

Content Warning: None

Word Count: 1515

Notes: I finally got around to catching up in the story in feh, and when I played 8/3 I kinda lost my mind. Alfonse why would you go alone TAKE ME WITH YOU also this is not edited its...nearly 5 am. Happy cyl Alfonse!!

You couldn’t help but pace in worry at the castle. You should have known he would do something like this-- you should have insisted on going with him, or having a small unit follow him as he went off. Something, anything to ease your anxiety.

“Did he think I wouldn’t figure it out?” Between the look of guilt on Ratatoskr’s face and the serious one on his, there wasn’t much they could hide from you. More so because he asked you to stay here. You weren’t even able to join the small squad that went after his smoke signal, too nervous and jittery to join some of the heroes as they went with Anna, Sharena, and Ratatoskr to assist Alfonse. You were instead left at the castle, where the sheer amount of heroes around could assure your safety. You just wish he would have told you.

Now, all you could do was worry, anxiously watching the doors and waiting for your party to return home. Your lucky then, that not a moment later than a frown gracing your face do the doors open and welcome the party home. You rush to them, some quick words shared with commander Anna about the situation before you push past to Alfonse, taking in how he was a little worse for ware. You should have known to send a healer with them-- but that wasn’t what was important now.

“Alfonse…” You frown and take him in, seeing how troubled his features were. “You’re hurt.” You don’t know what else to say in the moment, gentle hand tracing the thin cuts along his face.

“Not too bad. Your reinforcements arrived just in time.” He smiles, soft and gentle at you. The same one that’s caused your heartbeat to pick up again and again.

“Still, come with me. Let’s get them taken care of.” It’s an obvious ploy to get him alone, that anyone could see but no one argues as you lead him away from the main entrance by hand. When the two of you are out of earshot, he speaks.

“I’m sorry to have worried you.” It’s the first thing that leaves his mouth, but you don’t stop walking with him, don’t stop holding his hand. You don’t even turn his way, least he see the emotion that’s surely taken over your features.

“I just…” You sigh, all too soon the two of you are outside the door to your chambers. “Please, come in.” You open the door and gesture for him to enter. Alfonse, the softest of frowns on his face, obliges, keeping his eyes on you even as he takes a familiar seat in your casual area. You follow in after him, closing the door and turning to him.

“I’ve been here how long, by your side, and you don’t think to tell me?” You didn’t mean to sound so accusatory, but the words seemed to have a mind of your own as the worry you once felt melts into hurt. “I know we didn’t have much time, but together we could have… could have thought of something better. Together.” You offer weakly, too pent up to sit and instead tugging at the sleeves of your cloak in attempt to stave off the excess energy you felt.

“_____…” It softens you, the way your name leaves him so gently. Even then, there’s a certain resolution to him as he speaks. “I… won’t say you’re wrong. But I would do it again.” He closes his eyes, something he tends to do when he felt serious enough. “We’re so close to peace, and I can’t let anything threaten it… knowing I was the enemies target, I had to act.”

“...Don’t you know peace will mean very little to Askr, if they lose their prince to get it?” Alfonse’s eyes seem to widen as I say the words, but I continue. “I, certainly, wouldn’t know what to do in a world where you weren’t by my side.” I sigh heavily, suddenly feeling very weary. I take a seat next to him on the love seat.

“...I know this. But I would still give my life to protect that peace, any time it was threatened. It it what a prince owes to his people.” He clutches the fabric of his pants tightly, something clearly still bothering him.

“Then you owe it to me, your tactician, to warn me when you go off defending that peace.” You reach for his hand again. In seeing this, Alfonse stops clutching at his pants and instead holds your hand in turn. “All I ask is that you try to refrain from doing something like this in the future.” Your eyes meet as you speak and suddenly you can feel warmth filling your cheeks.

“I’ll do my best.” Despite the heavy conversation, Alfonse manages a smile for you. He squeezes you hand gently as well, and you smile back.

“...I was really scared, when I heard word you were setting out alone.” I close my eyes, sitting back against the back of the couch. “For the first time in a long time, I felt kind of powerless. What could I do if I wasn’t by your side? If I wasn’t there to guide you and protect you.”

“I understand.” You can tell he’s choosing his words carefully. Was his heart beating as fast as yours? “There have been times in the past I failed to protect you, where I let the enemy get their hands on you…”

You think back to your time with Kvasir and Gulvieg. You were ultimately safe, and in fact treated rather well by both of them but the entire time, your allies were worried about you. You recall very clearly the relief on Alfonse’s face when you were reunited… And how happy you were to be with him again, too.

“But I always found you again. I was always the one fighting to get you back. I… never let anyone take that responsibility from me.” He admits freely, voice still sounding so clear. “When you’re not by my side, I also worry. I often don’t feel quite myself.” While this was something Alfonse had admitted before, it felt different all the sudden. “I need to protect this peace so I can experience it with you by my side, _____.” He smiles, shy and charming as he looks your way.

He’s not the same person you met when you were first summoned her. He’s grown, matured even more into his role as prince. You love him all the same, though. You’ve loved him this entire time. It gets caught in your throat every time though. You don’t want to ruin this. But you can’t imagine a life without him, either.

“I want to protect it with you. Always.” You hope that will suffice, with the way you squeeze his hand and emotion warbles in your tone. Even then, you want to tell him. There have been so many moments with him-- ones that have surely been more happy, more right. But you had never loved him more than you did in this moment, when the threat of losing him was suddenly so real.

You let the silence blossom between the two of you as your try to find your courage. As you clench and unclench his hand, take deep breaths and let them fall from your nose. As you close your eyes and sneak glances at him (noticing, with a flush, that he’s unabashedly studying you with a smile on his face).

“Alfonse?” You speak his name and look his way, even though you know you’ve already got his attention.

“Yes?” He hums softly in return. You swallow hard on the words that so many times have begged to leave your lips.

“I love you. I love you so much, I…” You stutter as you struggle to find the right words.

“I love you too.” He says it as if he has a million times. Maybe he has. “And I know how you feel,” He holds a sad smile, as he turns to you and cups your cheek with his free hand. “All I can say is that I’m here now. And I’m safe.”

“Don’t be so dumb again.” You close your eyes as you feel yourself begin to cry. Was it relief? Sadness? “Please?”

“Only if you promise the same.” He laughs softly, wiping your tears away. “You know… I never knew it would be so easy.” He confesses. “I had wanted to tell you for so long but…” There’s color to his cheeks, but fondness to his tone.

“I was just… thinking about how you could be gone, without me ever telling you, and I…” You shake your head. “It became more urgent, I suppose.” I laugh softly as well.

“Imagine how I felt.” He laughs as well, but it does cause you to pause and consider how he’s acted in the wake of your return from enemy encounters.

“Let’s promise to take better care of each other then.” You smile, moving in to press your forehead against his.

“Deal.”

#alfonse x reader #alfonse x summoner #feh x reader #fe alfonse x reader #fire emblem x reader #me franticly: I need everyone to know how fucking scared I was for a sec #like obviously. IS would never. but man. this game has been pulling some weird shit lately

[lains-reality]

hi love, this is directed towards the anon with difficult circumstances (or maybe you as well, if you can help)

https://www.tumblr.com/lains-reality/724561014842114048/hi-im-this-anon

I realise that your blog isn’t void focused or loa focused. I apologise for sending this ask anyway. I really don’t mean to trouble you with further questions, this one will be it.

I understand non dualism and it temporarily gives me peace, gives me temporary solutions to problems that i have created (myself) over time (that seem permanent like the anon mentioned about her uni)

After i read the post, i would let my thoughts pass by and just focus on “I AM” nothing else and i would feel instant pressure around my third eye, i feel like i’m in a trance. I have done this before too because i follow infinite.ko on instagram and that page is really good if anyone wants to understand or be in the loop of non dualism on ig.

My question to the anon and i’d throw it over to you too lain, if you feel like you have any advice. I want to enter the void, i observe my thoughts pass by and i get the trance like feeling and stay there. To the anon, how did you exactly enter the void? If you don’t mind talking about in more detail as to how you did it? (or anyone reading who has tapped in before in a similar manner)

i won’t be going into my circumstances but i’ll just say every second counts and as much as i detach myself from the situation cause i know that we are all one, it only gives me a temporary solution like i mentioned earlier. I realise there’s nothing to get or desire cause we are all one but i know in my heart that i’d be at so much peace if i would enter the void and fix my problems first. I feel like i can already hear “if you’d truly understand non dualism, you wouldn’t care for the void” and i see it, i promise you i can see how it looks for anyone reading this but any help would be so greatly appreciated.

I’d like to apologise again if this was out of line in any sense.

"I want to enter the void"

what is the void to you? a magical place? its just I AM. alone, with no conditions or labels. you are already that. you just want to realise it. so you want Self, not the void.

"I feel like i can already hear “if you’d truly understand non dualism, you wouldn’t care for the void”"

it sounds like you already understand... if you've read this much then you get that we drop desires here right?

read this and this (this one is loa).

quick quotes from the posts:

However, people treat it as something they have to acquire on the outside, the same as they do with their desires. And that's how the desperation starts. Changing consciousness means changing your state of being. To "reach" the void you don't become desperate in trying to get somewhere, you practice being it! What people do is struggle and expect that by some miracle they'll wake up there. Did I do it right? Was I there??? Where do you expect you're going?

It's still trying from ego so instead of dissolving it, you are seeking for something to happen (like have the mind engulfed by darkness) I don't recommend imagining to be anything, not even emptiness, but instead just disbelieve in the things you see or take yourself to be. 1

the reason you're trying to get into the void is because you don't like your current life and because there are so many aspects you want to change, you're carrying the burden of changing the 3d on your shoulders. you're viewing the void state as something that will magically change and solve everything. so you're trying to get into the void so you can finally change the 3d.

the void obsession is anti-neville, anti-law, anti-mental health, anti-well being, anti-manifesting, anti-everything.

ngl i really hate the void, people are so obsessive over it and it focuses on the wrong thing.

also

"but i know in my heart that i’d be at so much peace if i would enter the void and fix my problems first"

why can't you be happy now? why can't you see whats okay now? why can't you allow yourself some peace through the day now? why are you postponing your own life, happiness and peace for something you may or may not get? you already don't see yourself as the void already so.. you're not losing anything if you stopped striving for the void.

theres ONLY NOW. not later. you can only experience now. why stop yourself feeling a little better NOW?

the desire is not gonna do anything. you can absolutely get everything and then still end up depressed later. you get a high with the desire, and then when everything settles, you go back to being yourself (an ego, if you don't id as Self) and then there'll be more problems to fix. because the ego only wants to fix, consume, try, do etc even to the detriment of itself. all the non-dual bloggers are telling you 'be free of that!'

i've asked before.. do you want to be free or do you want the desire? do you want the truth, or do you want the desires?

things come into the "3d" to die.

#lainsmail

[finniestoncrane]

I don't know if you have done before, but would you be willing to write about a chubby Dano!Riddler? Love your blog!

I'm Too Much

Dano!Riddler x GN!Reader, word count: 2.7k god i want to hold that soft boy and make him feel loved, chubby!dano is my favourite flavour like for sure. i'm sorry this was so angsty but there's still smut lmao 💚 and also i'm sorry it got so long i just let my feelings dictate this one also thank you to the discord server for hyping this up ;-; request info • prompt list • send me a request • kofi minors DNI!! 🔞 cw for nsfw stuff: self-image issues, hurtful language, self-deprecation, body worship, crying, oral sex

From the bedroom, you could hear shuffling, mumbles and exasperated sighs. Usually, it did take Eddie a few minutes of awkward fabric wrangling to get into his full Riddler getup, but he’d been in the bedroom for thirty minutes, and he was supposed to leave twenty minutes ago. You only got up to investigate when you heard the clattering, the sounds of something being kicked around.

Stepping into the door frame, easing the door open gently, you found him back to you, bracing against the wall, his mask and tools by his feet, boots off, still in his boxers and t-shirt with his signature green jacket on.

“Hey, Eddie-”

He jumped, turning quickly and holding the sides of the jacket closed over him, stomping towards you and trying to intimidate you, to push you away.

“I’m-I’m getting ready, get out!”

“You’ve been in here for thirty minutes…I just came to check-”

“Well, it doesn’t matter because I’m not going so I’m just going to get ready for bed.”

He put his hand on your shoulder, pushing you slightly, the other reaching for the door and beginning to close it.

“Eddie, don’t do that, don’t push me.”

Edward stepped back, face red, eyes averted from you. Stepping back from you, he stood awkwardly, eyeing the room, checking the door behind you as though he were trying to plan his escape.

“Eddie…what’s wrong?”

“Nothing.” He reached his hand up, wiping his nose and cheeks with the sleeve of the jacket. He looked up at you, glasses steamed up, tiny pools between the bottom of the lenses and his cheeks. “Nothing. Could you please just…leave me alone?”

“If you’re sure that’s what you want.”

He hesitated, face screwing up into an angry little scowl.

“I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want it.”

“Edward Nashton! Quit the attitude, I’m just trying to help.”

“Ok, well help by giving me some peace and quiet!”

With his cheeks and forehead flushed in red, neck following quickly behind them, you were drawn into him, staring at the way the vein on his temples was pressed out, the way the tendons in his neck were tensed and stretched. And yet, there was no anger behind his eyes, just damp sorrow.

“I’m sorry.” He mumbled it softly, his voice cracking, throat raw and choked. “I just…I want…I don’t…”

“Hey! Hey, it’s ok. You’re ok.”

“I’m not ok though!”

“Eddie, you are, you really are.”

“No! You’re not listening to me!”

He brought his hands up, balling them into tightly clenched fists, tapping them softly against the sides of his head and then gripping some of his hair, not pulling, but clutching. You raised your hand to his forearm, gently, trying to pull him away, but he shoved you back.

“Woah…”

“Oh no. Oh no. Oh no! I’m sorry. I’m so sorry! See? See what I mean? I’m just…”

“What, Eddie?”

“I’m horrible!”

He sighed heavily, groaning as he slumped onto the bed. With his head in his hands, you felt comfortable easing forward, entering the room further, the closer you got the easier it was to see his back slightly shifting, shoulders gently shaking.

Your heart sank, a palpable feeling that left you feeling faint and nauseous, but you made it to the bed beside him where at first, he shrank away from your touch before letting himself melt into your embrace, his head on your shoulder where he let his sobs out.

“Oh…oh sweet baby.” With one hand rubbing his shoulder, you let the other tousle his hair, fingers twirling around the soft, delicate strands. “Do you want to talk-”

“No thank you.” His sniffles continued, but he had managed to stop the heavy, chest heaving sobs. Now, he whimpered, muffled against your body, soothing himself, you noticed, as he picked at his fingernails.

“Well, if you feel-”

“My jacket won’t zip up.”

You sat up straight, staring ahead and processing his words. Was the zipper broken? Often, little things like that could set him off, and he could get attached to physical items too, very sentimental.

“Hey, we can fix it if it’s broken, silly.”

“It’s not broken, I…I’m broken.”

As he let out a deep sigh, you held him closer.

“Eddie, you’re not…you’re not broken. You’re fine!”

“I’m not, I’m…I’m clumsy. And I take up too much room! I smother you. I’m…I’m too big. I’m too big for my jacket! I-I’m too big. I’m too…much.”

“Oh, Eddie. Oh no. Come here.” You tried to pull him onto your further, but he pushed back, standing up and backing into the corner, almost cowering, his lip wobbling as he spoke. He put his hands up defensively, trying to hold you off as though you were going to force yourself, your touch and your comfort, upon him.

“Don’t…don’t do that! Because I’ll just crush you. Or I’ll hurt you. I don’t…I don’t want to be touched, please just leave me alone.”

“I can’t do that, Eddie. I can’t leave you by yourself like this.”

“Fine!”

He stormed out of the room quickly, making his way into the bathroom, slamming the door closed and locking it behind him before you could get to him. You slumped against the wall beside the door, listening quietly. You knew you should let him have his space, but you were going to be right outside when he eventually decided to come out.

Behind the door, Edward stood on the cold tiles of the bathroom, staring at himself in the mirror. He kept the jacket on, unzipped at the front, slightly too tight around the arms. Uncomfortable. Uncomfortable enough that it made him feel scared, anxious, claustrophobic. Sad. The texture felt wrong, the colour seemed wrong. And the morals behind it no longer mattered because he wasn’t angry at anything else in the world except for him, his body.

Staring into the mirror, he narrowed his eyebrows at himself, mind rushing with all of the horrible things he thought of himself in that moment. Lifting his t-shirt up slightly, he pinched at his stomach. Holding his love handles, he jiggled them, sighing at the sight. With his forefinger, he prodded at the soft skin below his belly button. He put his palm around the bottom of his stomach, lifting it up and letting it drop before placing his palms on the sink and pushing his glasses to his forehead, trying not to smudge them further with the tears that flowed freely.

He was too big. Too much. Horrible. And as disgusting as he was on the outside, he felt worse on the inside. There was no fixing him. No amount of revenge, not even curing Gotham of the curses it was afflicted with, could make up for how rotten he was at the core. He was mould, maggots, sickly sweet like death. And now, the exterior matched.

Eddie felt his grasp on you was tentative as it was. That maybe, the only thing keeping you there, was that you thought he was cute the first time you met. But he couldn’t even keep that in check. No, now, not only did you have a mentally ill boyfriend who could fly off the handle and push you, he was also…too much on the outside. And in that moment, he made up his mind, to let you off the hook for him.

When the bathroom door unlocked, you were standing up straight and facing it in pensive anticipation before Eddie had even opened it.

“Oh.”

“Eddie…”

“You should leave.”

“The…hall?”

“No. The apartment. Or I’ll leave. I can transfer the lease, if you want. But you’re free to go.”

“Free…like I’m…held hostage?”

“Yes. By me. But I can promise you that I won’t hold it against you. You don’t have to be scared of me. I won’t…I won’t react. I won’t try and hurt you or stop you.”

“Oh, Eddie.”

His words were distorted as he whimpered and choked back his sobs, tears falling, sniffling and licking at his lips as he tried to get his words out.

“Because you’re too good for me…and I’m…nothing…no I’m worse than nothing…I’m a lot…big…stupid…”

Taking his hands in yours, holding tight as he made a weak attempt to tear them away from you, shirking at the touch, how warm you were, you stroked the back of them with your thumb.

“First of all, I’d rather have too much of you than none of you, huh?” You let go of one of his hands, nudging his chin up with your fingers, wiping at the tears that fell on his cheeks. “And besides that, Eddie. You could never be too much. You’re perfect.”

“So I wasn’t perfect before?”

“Were you Edward Nashton before?”

“I…guess.”

“And are you Edward Nashton now?”

“I mean…yes?”

“Well then Edward Nashton is perfect, regardless of what he’s doing, what he’s thinking, what he’s planning, or what he looks like.”

“But you couldn’t…you can’t possibly-”

You cut him off with a kiss, your lips meeting his, soft but firm. When he pulled back lightly, you followed him, pressing your palms to his chest to hold him still against the wall, your fingers teasing at his t-shirt as you let the kiss deepen. And yet, he still mumbled against you, not pushing you away, but gripping your forearms to keep you from getting closer.

“St-stop…wait…”

Leaning back, hands still on his chest, you stared straight into his eyes, trying to push past the veneer of strength he was still trying to keep up, despite the tears that stained his cheeks and the lenses of his glasses. As you spoke to him, all efforts to keep you at arm’s length, physically and emotionally, were suppressed by his deeper need to be held, touched, loved.

“Eddie, I love you. I love all of you, however much or little there is of any part. You’re handsome…” you kissed his cheek “…so sweet…” the other “…endearing…” the kisses trailed down his jaw, onto his neck “…and charming…” you kissed his chest, beginning to crouch, finding your knees as you let the kisses trail down his stomach “…warm and soft…” teasing at the hem of his shirt you lifted it slightly, his hands batting you away, turning your focus to the top of his underwear which you teased down, kissing the small tuft of hair that had become visible “…gentle and…”

Eddie’s breath hitched as you pulled his underwear down over his stiffening cock, your pleased exhale at the sight of his member drawing a soft moan from him, his length twitching in reaction.

“You d-don’t…huh…have to…”

“I want to. I want you, Eddie. Every. Single. Bit.”

With your fingers slowly and firmly gripping the base of his cock, you pulled downward, teasing back his foreskin, exposing his head, flushed and wet with precum, before wrapping your lips around it. As you let your tongue flit over the tip, lapping at the sweetly bitter taste of salt that leaked from the slit, you moaned onto him. The gentle vibrations pushed him back into the wall, his jacket cushioning him from the sudden thud. Briefly, you felt his fingers graze over the back of your head before he pulled himself back. You didn’t want to pressure him, or scare him away. If you kept working at him, he'd come around.

Through his clenched jaw he let out a hissing breath, still holding back on himself. By now, he was usually coming undone under your touch, whining and moaning and begging for more, begging for you to make him cum. But he stayed silent, save for the soft, choked groans that managed to escape.

One hand gripped tight onto the front of his thigh, the other trailing between his legs, holding his balls and kneading them lightly, fingers trailing over the sensitive skin as you kept your head moving up and down his shaft at a steady pace. At the sensation, he shuddered, hips twitching forward and pushing the tip of his head to your throat, gagging you. As you coughed, he slipped from between your lips, desperately stuttering an apology.

“I liked it, Eddie. You think you’re too much? You are. You’re so big.” You looked up at him from the floor, batting your eyelashes, letting your lip fall down and your mouth open, ready to accept him again. “Let me make you feel good, Eddie. You know I love you, but I need you to know I want you. I need you to know that I need you.”

It might have been a simplified solution to a larger problem, but in the moment, as he gazed down at you, eyes blank and mouth turning up into a slight smile, you felt that if making him feel physically wanted would open him up further, then that was all you could hope to achieve.

Placing him back in your mouth, one hand gripping the length, pulling your fist up and down along his cock, you open your mouth wide, skin teased back, letting his red and sensitive head smack against your tongue as you groaned. Eddie’s breath was hitching, but he wasn’t breathing out. He looked tense, uncomfortable.

“Eddie, let go. Just…let go.”

You realised then what he had been doing, and though your heart felt like it was breaking you kept up the façade of extreme flirtation and arousal. As he finally let his shoulders drop, his breath coming out in a long, low sigh, you noticed his stomach get less tense too, sticking out a little further, as he’d been trying to hold it in the whole time. Holding back your words, tears threatening to ruin the mood, you pushed on. All you were focused on now was making him feel a semblance of release, hoping that it would loosen him up enough for you to penetrate his thick shell, formed by years of not feeling like he was good enough.

You let your fingers find the hem of his t-shirt, eyes flitting up to see the bottom of his stomach poking out from under it. You teased the fabric up, trying to see more of him, get a better look at his soft, warm skin, a sweet peach colour, biteable and kissable. But he kept pulling his shirt back down. In a forceful move, you yanked the shirt up and over his stomach, resting at his chest, letting your fingers sink into his skin, kneading it and grasping at it desperately. He felt wonderful, undeniably sexy, his features only more loveable with the vulnerability he was letting you share with him. Letting your palms slip to his hips, you pressed your fingers into the softer and chubbier skin there, using his love handles to pull him closer to you, further down your throat.

Gagging lightly, trying to let yourself be a bit sloppier around him, spit dribbling down your chin as you looked up to find him staring back at you with little more than awe, all other thoughts unable to get through past his impending orgasm. With his fingers now firmly at the back of your head, wrapped around strands of your hair, he held you steady as he bucked his hips into you, choked gasps making their way over his lips before he pursed them, tongue poking out in concentration as he let himself spill out into your mouth, manging out a stuttered apology as he pulled himself from you.

You licked your lips, swallowing his load, hoping he saw it as a commitment to how badly you wanted all of him. Wish his palms under your elbows, he helped you stand up, wrapping his body around you. Putting your arms around his back, underneath the jacket, you held him close, humming softly in the embrace. Without breaking the hug, Edward finally spoke in a calm tone.

“If you wouldn’t mind…I’d like to order some food and maybe we can…talk?”

“Only if you keep this exact outfit on. It’s very cute.” Stepping back, he adjusted his glasses, reaching to pull his t-shirt down but he caught your eye, instead letting his palms glide softly over his skin before taking your hands in his and kissing at your knuckles. It wouldn’t be an easy fix, but you were on your way to convincing him that he was valuable, loved, and worthy of adoration exactly as he was.

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[noctumbra]

       𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐲-𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞: 𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐤 

summary ─ an offer can mean a lot to someone.

pairing ─ dark-ish!priest!bucky barnes x naive!reader

warnings ─ pet names, implied smut, bucky is dark-ish, like he isn’t but has tendencies

extra prompt: “have you done this before?”

It was late in the afternoon, and you were placing new candles for the burnt-out ones when Father James approached you from behind.

“It’s nice of you to help around,” he said with a soothing voice, obviously trying not to spook you, but you jumped at his voice. You let out a breathy chuckle and put your hand on your chest, turning around to face him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Oh, it’s okay,” you assured him. “I was deep in my thoughts, I guess.” You pointed the candles. “It’s soothing.” Father James hummed.

“It is,” he nodded. “Doing something, anything really, in church is incredibly relaxing,” he added. “It was actually how I found myself following this path because I needed relaxing and peace. I found both of them and some more in here.” He looked around to show his point, and you smiled.

You knew he was coming from a violent past, ex-soldier who did some tours overseas and saw some stuff that one should have never seen. You got his needs for peace and relaxing. You knew from your neighbor who happened to be a soldier, too, and they’d jump at any loud noise, get scared really easily. You remembered asking them about it one day, and they told you that was what a war do to a person: Everything reminded them their time back in wherever they were and all the violence it brought.

“I’m glad you found your safe haven,” you told him softly. Father James hummed again. “It’s nice to know a church can cover for any sort of spiritual needs of a man,” you added absentmindedly. Father James clenched his jaw at your words, frowned lightly and cleared his throat.  You felt cold sweat hugging your body, ready to take you over. “Did I say something wrong?”

Father James was quick to shake his head. “No, no, you didn’t,” he assured. The relief filled you, but you could see it wasn’t the whole truth. He must have seen it on your face, Father James let out a forced, dark chuckle. “It does cover almost all of your spiritual needs, but you’re a man at the very end, Miss,” he said quietly. “Spiritual peace is something that helps you a lot, but in order to reach full peacefulness, a man needs to cover their physical needs, too.” He took a deep breath. “It’s hard to find someone to help you with those needs.”

You bit your lip. You thought you got what he tried to say. Maybe you could… “Would you like my help, Father?” You asked shyly. Father James’ sharp, grey eyes snapped at yours. “I can… Maybe I can help you.” He straightened up, and suddenly, he was looming over you like the Doom’s Day. You swallowed hard.

“Are you aware of what you are offering, little one?” He asked you back. “It has a great meaning to me. I need you to be aware of the greatness of your offer.” You took a deep breath and nodded. “Words.”

“I am aware of what I’m offering you, Father,” you told him. He watched you for a couple seconds. His eyes were narrowed and assessing, like he was trying to figure out if you were joking or meant what you said. “I really do want to help you,” you added for good measure. Father James looked around. When he saw that you were alone, he placed his hand on your back and led you to his chamber without saying anything.

You let him move you wherever he wanted. Soon, you found out that you were walking towards his office/room. He lived in the church; his office was also his room, and you knew there were showers one floor below. He wasn’t the only one who lived in the church, some nuns were also present.

Father James opened his door and led you inside. He walked in after you and locked his door. “I have to admit,” he started. “I haven’t been with anyone for a long time. Definitely not since I came back, so things might be… quick and rough at the beginning.” You swallowed and nodded. You understood. Father James approached to you and grasped your chin, lifting your head up to look you in the eye.

“Have you done this before?” He asked. “Was there someone else, or is this going to be your first time?” You suddenly found it hard to breathe properly.

“M-my first,” you stammered. His beautiful blue-grey eyes darkened at your answer, and he hummed deep in his chest. “I still want to help you, though,” you added quickly. His thumb ran along your bottom lip.

“I know you do, little one,” he whispered. He lifted his thumb slightly. “Lick,” he ordered. You stuck your tongue and licked the pad of his finger. “Suck in your mouth,” then, he said, and you did. You closed your lips around his thumb and sucked on his finger like it was a lollipop. He groaned softly. “You’ll do nicely if you obey my orders,” he murmured. “Are you going to be good for me?” He asked.

“Yes, Father,” you whispered. His grin was totally feral and hungry. You surpassed a shiver.

“Good. We have lots to do, so strip, little one. Let me see what I have to work with.”

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[sassydiamondgrl]

Giving yourself peace🎀

Living at peace is one of the most enjoyable lifestyles ! When you give yourself the time to be alone and really self reflect, you find yourself being more productive, a better mood, and just relaxation. Don’t know where to start? Let me guide you!

Black Barbie’s tips for living at peace🎀

1. Block anyone that you don’t like/ have issues with or unfollow any account that brings you the wrong energy/mindset.

Once you stop associating with someone, why would you want to keep their number? Or even their social media. That should be an immediate no. For all you know, they could be stalking your page just to find something to use against you! Blocked & deleted. Also unfollow any toxic accounts on platforms. (Instagram, Tiktok, X) etc. Once you start finding peace, you wanna watch videos or listen to advice that is actually useful and will help you in the long run. Follow motivation accounts, iconic quotes, even pinterest can bring you peace just with their visualization.

2. Avoid arguing and drama!

Some may feel the need to argue or step up as soon as someone says something about them & charge. Yes we all might have that feeling (I get it too sometimes) but once you become cool, calm, & collected, (the 3 C’s!) you are unstoppable! Without a reaction people will tell that you don’t care about what they have to say about you because you already know your worth as a pretty girl. So ignoring can go a good way. However, if you find it hard to ignore, just tell that someone (or group of people) that you don’t care & don’t say anything more. If you do need to control your anger when stuff like this happens, listening to meditation videos & music really helps. Most importantly, STAY OUTTA DRAMA. Once you develop this habit, you don’t have to worry about who to defend or even getting yourself involved in a situation that has nothing to do with you, you can get yourself in trouble. If someone is constantly bringing you into drama, consider distancing yourself from them.

3. Drop any fake friends

This kind of refers to step 1. but please drop fake friends! These people just come into your life to make you miserable and look down on yourself. I have had my fair share of fake friends and it’s not pretty. It can even be guy friends, not just jealous envious girls. Sometimes it could be hard to identify who is a fake friend in your life but if you connect the dots, you may have one. Here are signs to watch out for:

• Talks bad about you “jokingly”

• Doesn’t compliment your success/your pics

• Takes it to heart when you have something that they don’t

• Never defends your name

• Doesn’t invite you anywhere

• Uses you (for $$, talking to a guy, schoolwork) etc.

• Always comes to you asking for advice (you end up feeling used)

Of course there could be more signs but just please watch out for them & if they are fake drop them immediately. Once you do, you won’t regret it. Instead surround yourself with more positive friends.

4. Spending time off your phone

(ofc don’t throw out your phone like serena, lol you’re gonna need it sooner or later)

When you spend less time on your phone you won’t believe the things you could get done.

• Studying

• Everything showers

• Cleaning

• Reading

• Baking/ cooking

• Putting outfits together

• Spending time with family & friends

• Working out

5. Writing in a diary/journal

At the end of the day, I just love to write down what i’m feeling and my plans for the next days ahead in my comfy pjs and pink pen (or my notes app) it relaxes me & also helps when i have nobody to talk to about how im feeling because im naturally shy (trying to break this habit lol). But when i do this i always feel 10x better & sometimes i listen to good music too.

But I hope you guys loved reading this helpful advice on how to live at peace!

xoxo, Black Barbie💋

#itgirl tips #it girl #divine feminine #pink aesthetic #becoming that girl #be that girl #self concept #self care #pretty girls #aura

[yellowhollyhock]

This gonna sound weird I know you haven’t watched helluva boss but there two characters who had a huge miscommunication which reminds me of Mikey and Raph because one of the characters snaps tells the other person they looked up to them. what if raph and mikey had the same issue the miscommunication i mean and mikey just looks up to raph thats why hes such a show off and annoying raph.

Ofkfjdjjrje literally. Yesssss

I think so much of the miscommunication between Raph and Mikey comes down to this.

Remember in the Underground City arc when Raph calls Mikey sensitive? And the flashback in the ninja tribunal arc when they’re kids and Mikey’s talking about how he gets scared even though his brothers don’t (don’t remember exactly how he phrased it). Anyway. Just like Raph helps Leo work through his fear (have I posted about that before? I think Raph is a huge catalyst in helping Leo become “Fearless Leader”) he also helps Mikey push past his sensitivity. Like kind of tries to help him toughen up? Which is, you know. Not necessarily always the best answer for sensitivity, buuuut it’s the answer Raph was always given so it’s sweet that he’s looking out for Mikey the best way he knows how.

And the thing is! Mikey does learn and grow from it. He and Raph both stay sensitive but Mikey develops a harder shell (ha) than he starts out with in that underground city arc. (No wait I’m wrong Donny called him sensitive but Raph called him odd and I still say it’s an example of Raph coaching Mikey how not to get hurt when your heart is soft as puffing because he knows firsthand what that’s like, while Donny’s more trying to keep the peace between them. If you watch the scene it makes sense trust).

So here’s what happens: Mikey’s sense of humor is protection. He likes showing that to Raph because Raph helped him build it. And also because Raph is the most likely to say something blunt and hurt his feelings, so he’s like, the ultimate test. Does that make sense? That’s why he’s always sharing his jokes with Raph, playing pranks on Raph, getting into Raph’s head to win a spar (I think he’d do that with any of his bros but I can’t actually think of any examples? Do we ever see Mikey sparring someone besides Raph?).

And of course that’s gonna drive Raph crazy. When he loses it he loses it big, but there is a lot of Raph letting Mikey’s comments go, or giving him a neutral answer (and having had crazy younger siblings willing to do almost anything for attention, or more attention if they were already getting some, I can confirm these are the things you try to keep yourself sane. Maybe if I ignore them—nope that didn’t work. Well I can answer calmly and hopefully they will follow that example—ah so now they’re making fun of me for answering calmly. Appeal to authority figure? Authority figure says I should ignore them they clearly haven’t tried this. It’s okay I can stay calm I can stay calm I can WHY ARE YOU FILMING ME RIGHT NOW). Anyways. Raph’s nerves are a little frayed I think from how often Mikey wants his attention and the avenues he chooses to get it.

From Mikey’s pov… I mean I have also been the younger sibling who isn’t even trying to be annoying, ya know? He wants not so much Raph’s praise as Raph’s time, which is why he will act out for negative attention if he’s not getting positive (as opposed to Don who just wants a compliment, maybe a hug, and then to be left alone, and btw gets along great with Raph). So from his pov, he is coming up with things to entertain himself and has chosen to share it with Raph. So it’s gonna sting when that’s met with indifference, disapproval, or (as it eventually does when he continues to needle) anger.

So yeah they have each other kind of stuck in this cycle. Which is super sad but also super normal for teenagers, especially teenagers who live together and cannot make other friends. And then of course there’s all the hullabaloo they go through that they have to focus on dealing with where at that age their energy should be available for growing and changing as a person. But anyway. I think a few years down the road they’d be super close. They would eventually have those conversations, about how much Mikey looked up to Raph, and how much Raph was using the tools he had at the time to try to take care of him. In my experience those conversations are less big explosions and more like “haha remember this? Yeah I didn’t realize it then but here’s how I was feeling at the time” and mutual understanding and mutual grace and agreement to change actions if it’s still needed etc. But considering all the crazy situations they’re gonna find themselves in I could see Mikey and Raph having something more dramatic.

Mikey: Raph—if we die—I just want you to know—

Raph: It’s okay, Mikey. You don’t have to say anything.

Mikey: No but I think you’re really gonna wanna know this.

Raph: … What did you do?

Mikey: I’m sorry I filled your pillowcase with cornflakes!

Raph: What?! Why would you—what the shell, Mikey?

Mikey: But I only did it because I wanted to spend time with you!

Raph: Well now we’re both gonna run out of time to spend!

Mikey: And we’re gonna spend the rest of it yelling at each other 😢

Raph: You just told me you put cornflakes in my pillow! I told you not to tell me. I don’t want to spend our last moments angry with you.

Mikey: Would it help to know that the reason I always pick on you is because I really look up to you and the one thing I want more than anything in the world is your attention? And maybe even for you to look up to me too?

Raph: … Wait, you look up to me?

Mikey: Yeah? You didn’t know that? You’re the nicest person I know who isn’t a people pleaser!

Raph: Wait a second. You know like six people and Leo and Don are people pleasers.

Mikey: Okay maybe it’s less about being nice—

Raph: Mikey

Mikey: I look up to you because you’re always trying to do what’s right and you don’t care if anyone notices. Unlike me! I care if people notice! Especially if you notice.

Raph: But I do notice. I know I don’t say it often enough, but I’m really proud of you, Mikey. I’m proud of how much you care for others and how you step up when the chips are down. And even though it drives me up a wall sometimes, I actually admire your optimism.

Mikey: And sense of humor?

Raph: Don’t push it.

Mikey: I love you Raphie.

Raph: I love you too.

Mikey: … Hey Raph

Raph: You should save your breath Mikey, the oxygen’s not gonna—hey wait.

Mikey: Yeah shouldn’t we be out of oxygen by now?

Leo, dropping down from a vent: Donnie hacked the system and fixed the atmospheric controls a while ago.

Raph: Oh. And you guys have just been hanging out in the vents waiting for us to finish our conversation?

Donnie: It seemed like you needed it

#tmnt #tmnt 2003 #2003 raph #2003 mikey #not me spelling Donny’s name three different ways again #why did I write a whole scene for this help #idk what kind of situation. this is a dialogue scene not a plot scene

[animeyanderelover]

Hi❤️ May I request headcanons for yandere Levi, Eren, Kaneki, Tanjirou, Zenitsu, Giyu Tomioka, Tengen and Yushiro with a diabetic reader?

There are type 1 and 2 of diabetes so I covered both aspects, though the treatment for both is in aspects basically the same. I would also like to say right now that I am by no means an expert so correct me if I’m wrong.

Tw: Yandere themes, unhealthy mindset, unhealthy relationship, possessive behavior, obsession, delusions, manipulation, clinginess, overprotective behavior, control, monitoring, stalking, abduction

Diabetic s/o

Eren Yeager

👊​His lack of knowledge for your condition frustrates Eren beyond belief as he has no real idea what this term means the first time he's being told. Instantly asks around in his circle of friends and your own relatives what exactly diabetes is and how he can help. There's a snappy tone in his voice as he does so, his iritation about the lack of help he can give getting to him. Chances are that he ends up pestering the doctor who supervises you in a rather aggressive tone before he finally demands from you a thorough explanation. Eren literally can't have a peace of mind unless he at least has grasped the basic picture and even then he still struggles to comprehend which puts him in a bad mood. He's highly protective and almost pissed that diabetes is something permanent instead of something that can be healed completely. Initially his s/o might think that he blames them for having it but he forces himself to calm down to assure you that he isn't angry at you, just mad that it had to be you.

👊​The Yeager is forced to rely on a lot more help than he'd like even if he knows that it's the best for your health and that those people have been helping you for years now. Something annoys him deeply though, resonating from his possessive and especially overprotective attributes. He tries to absorb as much as he can and some things he is able to adapt properly. He manages to learn what food you can eat to keep your blood sugar and cholesterol in target ranges and stay at a healthy weight and makes sure that you consume what is high in protein and low in fat. He helps you with your physical exercise, insists on coming with you and he remembers what pills you have to need. There are things he can't really help you with though as he still struggles to understand them or simply can't help you with since he is no expert. Monitoring your blood many times a day is still difficult for him to do and if you need insulin therapy, he's out.

👊​Eren becomes really overbearing, especially when he hears what diabetes problems can be if they aren't properly prevented. He's paranoid when he hears that heart diseases or a nerve damage can happen to someone with diabetes. You're already following your diet and exercise schedules yet Eren turns downright controlling and wants to monitor your every meal and exercise to make really sure you do everything to help you. Always tags along if you visit your doctor and go over your condition, has a hawk eye on you whenever you are injected with insulin, doesn't seem to fully trust those who do their best to help you. He is even more short-tempered than he normally is, his frustration clearly building up because there is nothing that can heal you and he lets his frustrations more than just once out on people around him. Sometimes he snaps even at you when you stray a bit from your plan though he instantly apologizes.

👊​There is a insecure part inside of him though. Eren feels helpless, lacking the experience and professionalism to be of much help and even if you tell him that his support is enough, he doesn't. There is so much he keeps inside of him. He's paranoid and afraid what might happen to you and angry that you had to be diagnosed with diabetes and he doesn't know where to direct this anger exactly. He isn't fond to have so many people around you yet knows that they're more suited to help you than he and that hurts him yet he's too possessive to leave you. He stores up his emotions as Eren is initially unwilling to tell you, always brushes your worried questions of. Eventually he has a small meltdown in front of you though as he nearly yells out his feelings, frustration audible and tears in his eyes as he crumbles emotionally shortly down in front of you. He's even more smothering after exposing his vulnerable side to you, becomes very touchy once you two are alone to reassure you and him that it'll be fine.

Levi Ackerman

⚔️​The man grew up in an environment of dirt and sickness, his own mother died because of starvation and illness so he'd probably have a broader knowledge. He connects diabetes to a problem with blood sugar that requires a special treatment such as a diet and exercise and that's about it. He's troubled with it when he finds out, not because it annoys him or anything but more because it triggers his protective side. There's no one to really blame for this and so he feels no resentment though he also sometimes feels frustrated that it had to be you from all people who suffers from it. Instantly goes out his way to learn more about it and he goes directly to whoever treats you at the moment and demands a sort of lesson. He asks your parents and your friends who have experience and ends up buying a pile of books about diabetes which he binges in a short amount of time. He suffers from insomnia as it is so at least he puts those hours meant to sleep to good use by doing something for you.

⚔️​Some things are relatively easy to understand for him. He quickly remembers food you should and shouldn't eat but makes just in case a list he has somewhere in the kitchen. Levi would rather stick to exactly that even if apparently some sugary food once in a while is okay as long as consumed in the right amount. His kitchen is filled with ingredients such as carrots, peppers, apples, eggs and whatever is healthy for you. Everything with too much fat or sugar is removed from his meals as he simply adapts your own diet, it's healthier anyways. Your exercise plan is easy to follow as well though he is very nitpicking so he probably starts chiding you if you still have a few seconds less. Might even exercise with you, your life style overall is healthy so he ends up adopting it pretty much. Has you cleaning the house with him as the clean freak he is, scolding you that you should see it as some sort of exercise yourself to burn some blood sugar.

⚔️​The man reaches a hurdle when it comes to monitoring blood or your insulin therapy at first but determined to learn to help. Differently from Eren, he accepts the fact that others can help you better and will always be needed in your life. Your health is top priority and if it means that he has to put up with some people so be it. You've known them for years so he thinks it's fine to put some trust into them. Wants to be supervised and corrected the first few times when he takes a blood sample to monitor your blood sugar, constantly informs himself how food, stress and hormones can change the level of sugar inside your blood. The biggest step is probably insulin for him since he doesn't fully know how to inject it and where he is supposed to press into so that's the only thing that he lets the doctor handle since you need it, especially if you're type 1. He's strict on himself, says that he only wants to move in with you when he knows how to treat your diabetes.

⚔️​Levi is petty and he has a reason to be, throws glares and rude comments at anyone who tries to tempt you to stray for even a short time from your schedule since it could lead to serious health issues. Whilst he is overbearing in his own rights, he doesn't fear that you might go against your health plan if he doesn't do since you should know best what happens elsewise. He trusts you enough with that. Ends up going through the entire list of diabetes problems someone might develop and it doesn't really ease his nerves when he reads something about strokes and kidney diseases. He doesn't want to be overly paranoid but as soon as you are acting even a bit sick he instantly is next to you, checks your blood sugar and drags you afterwards to a doctor just to be sure. Levi keeps quiet about his own worries regarding your diabetes most of the time to not worry you, appears sometimes lost in thoughts. He is honest if he notices that you think he holds it against you with reassuring words.

Ken Kaneki

🔲​For Kaneki this just calls huge troubles since he's paranoid and wants to keep his darling to himself to protect them yet is is very clear that he can't do that. He possesses some fraction of common sense to be aware that he could never be a good substitute for a doctor, especially considering that he has beyond the basic knowledge of diabetes, no clue. And it absolutely kills him on the inside. He feels pretty useless since he can't do more for his darling and ends up pushing himself harshly. He skips sleep as he spends hours browsing through the internet and reads numerous articles and tips how to take care of someone with diabetes, watches documentaries and chances are that he breaks into the office of your doctor to read through the files concerning you. Feels so sorry for you, it shouldn't have been you to suffer from diabetes and even if you look fine, he fears you aren't. His mentality is put under a heavy strain as he has to endure more than he can take.

🔲​As someone who doesn't require human food anymore, he stores his shelves full with vegetables, fruits, grains and whatever he can get his hands on. He is constantly worried that he might mess up, checks all the ingredients and the receipes multiple times before he finally starts chopping and preparing a meal for you. He doesn't venture outside of what you've always had prepared the past few years, additionally worried that it won't taste good and since he feels sick when eating human food, he can't make sure of it. He realizes painfully that he can't have you do nothing as he knows that a daily exercise is important yet tries to design a room to work out in. Always watches when you exercise out of fear that you might accidentally hurt yourself. You don't limit yourself only to the house though so eventually he takes you out of the apartment to exercise in a more peaceful area where he still accompanies you. There is no chance that he allows you to go outside if he isn't with you in the first place.

🔲���He can't take your doctor away from you since he's an important figure in your life. Technically it isn't Kaneki's fault since he never studied medicine yet there is a pressuring guilt inside of him since he feels like he isn't helping, no matter how much he does. Kaneki feels not like he's really needed in your life and it gets to him, he probably cries when he feels overwhelmed in his sensitive and emotional state. Yet he tolerates it since he can't help you as much as he'd like when it comes to monitoring your blood sugar or with your insulin therapy. If you have an insulin pump he ends up checking countless times a day if it's still attached and working but his heart hurts when he sees the device. It's unfair that you have to go through all of this. Prone to crumbling down in front of you since he has too much blame, anger and sadness and directs it most of the time against himself. Asks around in his surroundings if someone could additionally help you, still feeling like the treatment isn't enough.

🔲​That's how he ends up approaching Kimi who is a medical student and asks her if she could help you as well, he probably begs if she hesitates. Eventually he learns what can happen if diabetes isn't prevented with the right treatment and some of the stuff he reads makes him nauseous as he fears that it will happen to you. The male ends up reading from there on too much into every little sign you give of as he instantly fears that you might suffer from too high or too low levels of blood sugar, drags you instantly to the doctor or calls Kimi to check on you and help you. He appears to be constantly under stress as he is constantly paranoid that something might happen to the point where he can't sleep properly anymore and spends hours watching you. Gladly discards his own health like this though if it means that you're fit and happy though his weakened state makes him even more prone to his emotions. Despite all of this he never strays away as you are his happiness, his everything in this world.

Kamado Tanjiro

❤️​As the oldest child of the family and in consideration of his nurturing and protective side, he has most likely experience to nurture someone who is ill. He also lived in the countryside and was due to that a bit more isolated so there is a solid chance that he doesn't know what diabetes is the first time he hears it. He sort of senses that it's something that troubles you a bit so he's quick to ask around what diabetes is. As he gets to know more, he starts feeling more protective over his darling and is also worried that it might burden them deep down, even if they deny it he would still be able to smell it if they're secretly sometimes sad. From the beginning on very honest, he clarifies to you from a very early point on that you should never feel like bothering him with your condition as your health and happiness are from utmost importance to him. He plans to support you and take care of you from now on as well though not hesitant to ask others for help if he needs it.

❤️​It's relatively easy for him to create a good relationship with parents and friends due to his sincere and honest nature, not to mention the fact that he obviously cares about you a lot. He learns from your parents and your doctor what aliment you can consume and what isn't healthy for you. Starts preparing meals for you at one point and makes sure to always buy ingedients that you and your parents might need. When he isn't on any missions or trains, he makes sure to help as much around the house as he can since he wants to be as helpful as he can be. He even tells your parents to take rest and let him handle the chore as he expresses his gratitude multiple times to them for all they do for you, same for your doctor. Wants to accompany you during your daily exercise as he is almost like a cheerleader, encouraging you to hold through until the end. He exercises a lot so he tries to introduce you to some of his training though he considers that you are no Demon Slayer.

❤️​Tanjiro finds himself sometimes still overwhelmed with some of the medical terms and treatment that is thrown his way. The boy is nothing short of stubborn to understand it as well though. There is sometimes a bit confused look on his face when you're blood sugar level is being tested and it only deepens when the doctor explains it to him though with time he starts understanding more about it. He seems to not be bothered that some things he can simply never do as good as others, especially if you need insulin as part of your therapy. If you need to take any sort of pills, he's always willing to get them for you. If he's with you, he most likely makes it his habit to carry around a little asset of things in case something happens. Always asks you if you have eaten your meal, remembered to exercise, taken your pill and if you feel well. If he is gone for a period of time, he is even more thorough with his questions since he's always concerned something might happen to you.

❤️​If you aren't feeling well or he realizes that you show a potential sign that something with your blood sugar isn't right, he instantly wants a test before coaxing you into visiting the doctor. Tanjiro just wants to be really sure that you're fine. When he introduces you to his friends, he makes sure to explain to them your situation as good as he can though Inosuke probably still won't understand it and Tanjiro has to end up apologizing a few times for his friend's rough exterior. Very honest with his feelings so whenever he feels a bit worried about your condition because something happened, he tells you. Tanjiro still is mindful to make sure that you don't feel like you're a burden to him. Accepts the situation very quickly as he understands that there is no one to blame and that he can only try his best to help you with your treatment and support you through everything. There might be no way to completely cure you but he will still make sure that you're as happy and loved as possible.

Agatsuma Zenitsu

⚡​Zenitsu truly has a great start with you as he discovers to his absolute horror that he doesn't understand much of your condition besides what every bystander knows. It leads him to his first rant of apologies where he already goes on about how he shouldn't be with you and that he might end up killing you before he calms down after a few minutes. He is left discouraged though so his s/o has to comfort him and encourage him that even they had to adjust to everything in the beginning and that he can learn. If he notices that you are sad because you think that he doesn't want to be with you because you have diabetes, he's instantly back to ranting that he's sorry for making you upset before switching over to promising that he'll do his best to learn everything he can to help you. Even with his low self-esteem, Zenitsu is determined to improve since he wants to treat you right. Let him sparkle in determination like this for a while before he calms down.

⚡​Extremely apologetic though so every time he gets something wrong, he instantly apologizes as he panics. He's with time better informed about what could happen if you suffer from your blood sugar so he takes mistakes especially heavy to his heart. How can he be a good boyfriend if he can't even remember what food is good and healthy to you? He might end up killing you by accident! Oh, he is a horrible person! There is this period of time where he seemingly lets everyone else handle everything as he feels discouraged and insecure, thinking that he can't do anything for you after all. With time he learns to push through, correcting his mistakes instantly and learning from it instead of dropping everything and stepping back. There is still a ton of apologies from his side. His determination to be better for you help him to continue though until he's confident enough to get you your food himself and exercise with you where he tries to show off somewhat.

⚡​The only obstacles he still has is taking tests to monitor your blood sugar and, if you need it, insulin. Those are things he just can't seem to be able to do. Even if you tell him that it's fine since you know how to monitor your blood alongside with your parents and friends and that injecting insulin into your body is the job of the doctor, it doesn't wash away his emotions which seemingly spill all the time. Truth be told, he can't even really look when someone injects you with a syringe. The yellow-haired boy looks more in pain than you do, usually kisses the spot where you were pricked. Whilst he reacts more than just one time overly loud and dramatic, there are times where he seriously looks down as he wonders if he really is the right choice. He feels pathetic for his behavior, believes that your parents must wish for a better partner than him who can help you better with your diabetes. Bottles up his emotions inside of him since he doesn't want to be more of a weakling and nuisance to you or your parents.

⚡​Your condition is more important than his pathetic state so he never wants to talk with you about it, holding onto his belief that he'll just pressure you with unnecessary things. Instead he focuses solely on you as he still has to learn more and be better when it comes to ensure that you live a good and healthy life. Zenitsu pushes himself mentally more and it takes a toll on his nerves sometimes since he can very easily overthink. When you finally manage to have a serious talk with him and confess that he already gives you so much support by being with you, he finally opens the lid to his emotions and admits his insecurities in a gloomy way. After that talk he feels freshly motivated though, the knowledge that you love him and want him giving him new energy. If he can't help with everything in your therapy, he'll just focus to make you happy as much as he can whilst also protecting you. The type to make a fool out of himself to make you happy.

Tomioka Giyu

🌊​Giyu keeps most of the time a very stoic expression on his face yet it doesn't stop him from feeling concerned since he doesn't know how he is supposed to treat someone with diabetes. There is the lack of deeper knowledge about it in general but he seems reasonable enough to know that he can learn. Tries to ask Shinobu if she knows more since she's a friend of his and manages to buy a few books about the topic. The Pillar is aware that he has to leave his comfort zone though as this alone won't cut it if he wants to be a good partner. So eventually he tries to break a bit out of his reversed shell and approaches people closer to you who've dealt with your diabetes for a while now. Very pragmatic as he just listens, observes and asks something when he didn't understand something before he finishes the conversation. His lack to know how to converse with someone he isn't really close to shines through, especially since those are people close to you Giyu worries what they think of him.

🌊​Almost a bit relieved as he learns some things really fast such as the recommended food for your healthy diet and your daily exercise schedule. As the Water Hashira he has his missions where he ends up leaving you alone for a longer time and he spends a surprisingly long time to go through your schedules with you so you don't forget anything. When he isn't with you and has free time to think, he probably goes in his mind through everything he has learnt so far from your therapy. The food you can eat, how much you need to exercise a day and when you do your training. Feels bad whenever he returns after a mission, mildly worried that in the time he was away something happened. It becomes a small habit that he ends up buying groceries you need and like whenever he visits you after a longer absence. When Giyu can be with his s/o, he usually spends his time helping them to cook, exercising and taking walks with them. It's healthy for you and relaxing for him.

🌊​Monitoring your level of blood sugar is something he'd rather let you or others handle initially, at first rather focusing on aspects he knows that he can learn quicker. He assists you though if you need his help to measure your blood sugar as he listens to your explanation and does as you tell him to do. He manages to know when you have low or high blood sugar though since he knows what your ideal range is. Something he knows he probably can never fully help you with are your insulin shots though, he lacks the profession to prescribe you the stuff, not to mention that there are different varients. Giyu acknowledges that he can't do anything for you though, he's no doctor who knows what pills or insulin might help you to prevent any troubles with your diabetes. He probably has Shinobu as a standby since she has medical knowledge herself, just in case if something happens and she's closer than your regular provider.

🌊​Even with his aloof expression he never really gives his darling the feeling that he is annoyed with something. He's patient and understanding with pretty much everything, senses when you're stressed with something and suggests for you two to take a walk and talk it out since it might affect your blood sugar. Starts to learn how to cook for you in case you're unable to do so and he adapts to your diet quickly, eats the meals even if he wouldn't call them his favorites. He appears so serene but Giyu is still very protective, especially with you so he keeps a sharper eye on you. Especially when you show signs of lower or higher blood sugar or any unwanted troubles of diabetes he is quick to get you an appointment with the doctor to remove difficulties before they fully begin. His own worries he'd rather keep to himself since you have already enough to think about in his opinion, though he listens to all of your problems to prevent you from stressing out.

Yushiro

🌫️​Despite being depicted as rather arrogant and short-tempered, Yushiro fawns quite a lot over his s/o. Getting to know that they're diagnosed with diabetes turns him into quite a overbearing mother hen though and that steams especially from the fact that he is the assistent of Tamayo who is a doctor. So it's safe to assume that he has a rather wide knowledge about diabetes and for that is also too aware of the unwanted and dangerous health issues that can arise with the wrong treatment. If it would go like this demon wants it to be, he'd probably want his darling to only be treated by Tamayo and him. He feels somewhat cocky about it since Tamayo has so much more experience than whoever is your provider as of now and he is rather confident about his own abilities as well. He has this scowl on his face whenever you leave both of them to attend to an appointment with your doctor, tries to convince you to give Lady Tamayo a try as well and him of course as well.

🌫️​It's quite easy to recall in detail what food is healthy and good with high protein yet the problem arises how to prepare it. Yushiro can do many things but cooking might just be something he struggles with, it's been years since he consumed vegetables and normal human food. It's something he is unwilling to admit to you so he spends hours in a kitchen in an attempt to polish his skills and the first few tries ended in something not so editable. Tamayo just smiles lightly amused as she is the one who can cook more than just decent despite being even older as a demon than Yushiro so the food you get served when visiting those two is Tamayo's. The demon boy is stubborn though as he continues to cook. The first time he managed to put something together that you found delicious, he was basically beaming with pride. He's more possessive and jealous so he'd like you to do your workouts inside without much people yet Tamayo chides him that it isn't good for your health.

🌫️​The two of them become over time anyways your other pair of doctors next to the one you already have. Yushiro goes through your exercise and diet schedules and scoffs with a grin on his face when he sees something that could have been planned better. He loves to call out whoever made this together with you as still unprofessional and Tamayo puts him with a few words quickly back into place. Whenever you're over those two measure your blood sugar quickly and Tamayo is willing to give you a syringe of insulin if it's part of your therapy. Yushiro does it too, very eager to help you. Constantly suggests new things for your schedule which he believes to be better and more suited for your therapy and feels proud when he realizes that you actually followed his advice. Tamayo herself gives her own advices and tips since you're a precious friend to her just as much and she sometimes likes to tease her friend, aware that he harbors strong feelings for you.

🌫️​ He'd like to have you constantly with him and Tamayo so he can always check on your condition yet he's unable to do so since he can't go into the sunlight like you and Tamayo restricts him from acting on his jealous and possessive nature. Both keep their true nature obviously a secret at first though with time you start to become more and more suspicious before you eventually find out, to your major shock since you didn't believe in demons before. Yushiro is extremely nervous since he's afraid that you might be scared. It's Tamayo who explains everything calmly to you and eventually you accept the truth and acknowledge that those two aren't dangerous. Yushiro starts to fawn even more over you afterwards, he's clingy as he follows you around whenever you spend time with those two, worringly asks if you've followed Tamayo's and his advices and if you've felt unwell in the time you weren't with those two.

Uzui Tengen

🎶​As someone who is currently a Hashira and used to be a ninja in his past, the chances that he's the expert when it comes to diabetes are slim. Yet he doesn't seem one bit discouraged, as flamboyant and energetic as ever when he receives the news though instantly very demanding to know more about diabetes and the therapy. The pressure he puts on you is pretty minimal though since he is protective and cares for you much, with everyone else that's a different story though as they have a tall man towering over them who forces them with his eccentric behavior to tell him more about your condition and treatment. His three wives are just as eager to find out how they can care for you and make sure that you're healthy and all of those four, especially Tengen though, expects much from the people treating you. To the point where they feel pressured despite being the professionals and having helped you since years already.

🎶​Tengen is a time-consuming individual so you'll be dragged along to stay with them a lot more than you might want, your protests fall on deaf ears though as the exuberant male brushes your complains of. So learning what food and drinks you can consume and what isn't healthy for you is absolutely required. His wives make themselves smart when it comes to the dishes you call your favorites and Tengen has already overwhelmed your parents and doctor with your eating schedule that they have all information they need to prepare the dishes you like to the right time in the right amount. Your exercise...might have a few changes whilst you're with Tengen and his wives as all four of them used to be shinobi and kunoichi. Due to that and his flashy personality, he tends to be a bit demanding though Hinatsuru, Makio and Suma reason with him that you're a citizen so he at least goes a bit easier, cheers you on. The man has no problem to carry you back if you're too exhausted by the end of your training.

🎶​Monitoring your blood sugar with a sample of blood is something he, admittedly, doesn't get at first even if he acts like he does. His wives call him sometimes out for it though he plays the oblivious role as he doesn't acknowledge it openly even if you realize that he doesn't know. He's responsible though as he lets someone help monitoring your blood who knows how to do it. Hinatsuru learns instantly so at least now he has someone who can measure your blood sugar when you're over at their place. You obviously know how to do it yourself as well but he feels better knowing that Hinatsuru knows it as well. Even if just for the purpose of boasting in front of every stranger that gets too close that his wife knows how to measure your blood sugar and for that you shouldn't spend time with them. When it comes to the insulin you might need, he's fine with the doctor though he'd like to know or at least has one of his wives also being able to inject you with it when you're over and need it.

🎶​The household of one man and three women is scarily motivated to learn how to treat you with a healthy lifestyle as Tengen is someone who wants you to move in fast. He's possessive and protective after all, is confident that his three wives can take very good care of you and that he can protect you. Suma starts crying when she reads how fatal diabetes can be when it escalates as she reads about hallucination and strokes that can follow, grows clingier after she knows since she cares for you. Everyone else comforts her, Tengen proclaiming that it won't happen to you since they'll make sure that you're treated right yet sometimes he gets a bit worried himself. Sometimes his exuberant and flashy exterior is just a facade, especially if you should end up suffering consequences from your blood sugar. Safe to say that all four dote on you, even if it wouldn't be for your special condition, keeping a hawk eye out so that no harm happens to you and at least one of them is always with you.

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[domxmarvel]

Red and gold

Masterlist

Pairing: Janai x Female!Reader

Slot: Horns

Since Xadia and the human kingdoms were now at peace,you had spent your time exploring. Eventually you decided to stay at lux aurea and do everything you could to help. During the last two years you spent a lot of time with their queen,who you quickly developed feelings for. But you were too scared to confess,lucky she did before you could. So you were now dating the queen of lux aurea. Over those two years you learned a lot about elves but there was so much you still didn’t know,one of those were the rings that some elves wore around their horns. Some had them and some didn’t,but you just assumed that they were for decoration. Until one day you happen to ask Kazi.

“Why don’t you wear those rings around your horns?”

“Because I’m not married” They looked up at you and the silence said everything “You don’t know? Those rings are like your human wedding rings,except we wear them around our horns” You didn’t know why your next thought was or why you said it outloud without thinking.

“Are there any other wedding customs?” They looked even more confused and in a split second they’re faces turned from confusion to shock.

“Are you going to-”

“Shh,not so loud” Kazi closed the book and stood up.

“Follow me,we have a lot to go over” 

Over the next week Kazi taught you everything about elven wedding ceremonies. But your thoughts kept wandering to the rings,you managed to get the same metal that Janai’s crown was made of,and kept it hidden so she wouldn't see it. You knew you couldn’t make them here,she’d immediately know so you needed to make them somewhere else. You packed your stuff and started thinking about what to say,but you panicked when she caught you packing. 

“Are you leaving?”

“There’s an emergency back home that I have to take care of” You felt bad about lying but you also didn’t want to ruin the surprise. 

“Oh do you need any help?”

“No,it’ll be fine. I should be back in a couple of days,don’t run off with someone else before I get back” She laughed.

“As long as you don’t” She wrapped her arms around your waist,pulling you closer to her. 

“Not unless she’s a sunfire elf named Janai” You laughed before you kissed her,still laughing when you let go. 

***

Three days later you returned having made the rings,with some help from the jewel maker back in your hometown. You made both of them by hand,carving every detail into the metal and adding the wine red gem to the middle. They were finally done and you could head back to Janai. Who welcomed you back with open arms,hugging you as she picked you up off the ground. 

“I missed you”

“I was gone for four days” She rolled her eyes at you “I missed you too. Can we talk somewhere alone” She led you back to her room,your mind wandering to how you’d ask. You were so nervous and she noticed.

“Is something wrong?” She asked as she closed the door to her room,and now you were panicking whether or not you should ask. Looking at her you realized you didn’t make them to abc out now. 

“Nothing’s wrong. But I do have something for you,close your eyes” She did as you asked,you took the box out of your bag. “Put your hands out” You placed the box in her hands. “You can open your eyes now”

“What’s this?”

“It’s a gift for you”

“You didn’t have to get me anything”

“Just open it” Her eyes widened and her mouth hung open.

“Y/N,I love them but you know that-”

“I know,Janai, will you marry me?”

“Yes,I will.” She kissed you before her eyes looked at the rings,trying to take in every detail. “Where did you get these,if I may ask?”

“I made them” Her mouth hung open again,making you laugh.

“Y/N they’re beautiful,thank you” She put them on,smiling at you “How do I look?”

“Perfect,like always” 

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[acknowledgetheabsurd]

My darling, I didn't write to you last night because, once again, I felt exhausted. But, let's understand each other, when I speak of exhaustion, I'm not talking about physical tiredness-I've recovered and I'm already better-but about a kind of laziness of the soul that often refuses to live, just as some nights I refuse to let myself go on stage at the end of Dora's pains because everything in me needs a little rest and peace that I only find in a sleep of the body, heart and soul.

I also believe that, like you, I have used up too much of my intensity of life these last few months, and I tend to have a calm that I can only have during your absence, only in a sweet half death. The following morning it is still cold. Ice fog. I think with joy that my day is all mine. I've reserved it entirely for myself. I'm waiting for your letter. I didn't sleep well last night. Something was tormenting me. I thought about everything you told me in your letter yesterday and the long days that are still ahead of us.

Oh, my love, may you keep your courage to the end and not succumb in any way to one of your crises. Because I know that they are always waiting for you. Do you think I imagined you triumphant over everything and stripped of all your torments? I keep thinking about the hard times you still have to go through, and I'm trembling, I can tell you, I'm trembling. She just came back up and announced that there is no letter for me. Oh, this day full of questions that I had reserved for myself. What's wrong? What's going on? I know there's no reason for you to write every day.

Forgive me my darling, forgive my demand, but this morning, precisely, I needed you so much. I'll stop there. I'm going to try to sleep. That's the best thing I can do. I don't believe in hunches, but the anguish they put in the hollow of my chest, that one I can't strap on. Love me, my darling. Love me always. Don't forget... or forget it, I don't know. It hurts me. I don't know what to say to bring you a little joy or a little peace. But I ask that you love me. I cry it out. I am shouting it. Hear me. Listen to me.

Maria Casarès to Albert Camus, Correspondance, February 2, 1950 [#163]

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