#Hiccup needs to help save his brother

[sarnai4]

Pepe Le Pew (Ruffnut Version)

I have considered the differences in movies and shows, then something occurred to me...movie Ruffnut was very boy crazy unlike her show counterpart. She was basically the female version of Snotlout, always going after the first guy in her path. Over the course of the movies, she showed an interest in muscles and craziness (2 things older Dagur has in spades). I'm not sure if this would have been horrifying or not, but I also think it would have been a little hilarious to have Dagur be around movie Ruffnut and just try to avoid her because she keeps flirting with him. I feel like he would have no clue what's going on, just confused by her constant 😉ing and 😏faces. I'm also sure Hiccup would be very disturbed seeing that and wouldn't be able to explain it at all.

The others especially don't understand why Ruffnut is acting odd around still evil Dagur. She weirds him out and he has the other Berserkers deal with her while he plots on the others. Good Dagur is finally starting to get what's going on and tries to find a way to decline without making the Riders mad at him for hurting their friend.

#HTTYD #Dagur #Ruffnut Thorston #Dagur the Deranged #HTTYD Ruffnut #HTTYD Dagur #If only cold showers existed for Vikings #Movie Ruff desperately needed one #I don't think we'd see Dagur more freaked out than with movie Ruffnut hot in pursuit #Hiccup needs to help save his brother

[toruro]

— ✧ can't you see me? — y. jeonghan x reader (teaser)

description. when you ended up going to the same university as your brother's best friend, you didn't really expect to end up in his bed. you definitely didn't expect to find yourselves knee-deep in a friends-with-benefits situation mere months later, yet here you are. but all is fine, because jeonghan's a great guy—he's handsome and funny and kind and sincere. there's just one tiny hiccup: he's slowly starting to fall in love with you.

— genre. smut (18+ / mdni), fwb, brother's best friend, fluff, angst — tags (for the teaser). mentions of sexual insecurity, mentions of loss of virginity, mentions of sex (no actual smut in the teaser though) — w/c. 460+ (teaser), full fic estimated 10k+ — taglist.

Jeonghan took your virginity in your freshman year of college.

You were nervous from the very start. Nervous about the big girl world and Jeonghan was a rock—a piece of familiarity that stuck by your side—who helped you whenever you were in need.

Helped you find your classes, gave you company when you were a little too shy to go find it yourself in the dining hall, and invited you to your first party. One day you might’ve let it slip that you were a virgin. A virgin and terrified, because you thought the big girl world had no room for your apprehension.

Jeonghan had told you that it’s okay—that you should take all the time you need. He was sincere about it—you’ll never doubt that—which is probably why you were so fine with asking him to whisk the sacred shell of your virginity away a few nights later when you found comfort in his apartment.

He had said no at first. Thought it was too fast. Thought it would mean too much. It scared him, probably more than it scared you. Jeonghan hates lies, so he told you the truth and said to do it with someone who means something.

Two nights later when you sat awkwardly on his couch after he saved you from a boring ass party, it struck him that maybe he was overthinking things.

He was just helping you out. At least that’s what Jeonghan told himself. It’s what he repeated in his head when he kissed away your worries and pressed you into his bed. It’s what he repeated when his fingers were knuckle deep inside of you and it’s what he repeated when he fucked his best friend’s little sister for the first time.

It took two months for him to realize what followed was maybe a bit more than just a little help. Somewhere between the lines, sex between you and Jeonghan had turned from wanting experience to a mutual understanding, and both of you were surprisingly okay with that.

Any qualms that Jeonghan might’ve had about starting a thing with his best friend’s little sister had washed away weeks ago—after he sank into you, after he taught you to take him into your mouth, after he buried his face between your legs and—yeah. A thing.

Maybe stuff became a little complicated four months after you both established your thing, because you both found out that Cheol had transferred to your university and would be moving in with Jeonghan, but that’s okay. After all, you and Jeonghan are two consenting adults in a mutually beneficial thing, and what Cheol doesn’t know can’t hurt him.

Jeonghan doesn’t really like lies or things, but again, he feels like as long as he tip-toes at the edge of this cliff, it’ll be fine.

#jeonghan x reader #jeonghan smut #yoon jeonghan x reader #yoon jeonghan fluff #yoon jeonghan smut #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan angst #svt fanfic #svt smut #seventeen smut #svt fluff #svt angst #📝 writing

[itiswormtimebaby]

Here’s what I’m thinking about:

Biker!Bucky (who also happens to be your brother’s best friend) comforting you when you accidentally get way too high and think you’re going to die. 

TW: Recreational drug use (weed), talks of death (reader feels like they’re dying), virgin reader, suggestive

The illicit baked goods were handed over with very clear instructions, only eat HALF. But you were so hungry, and the brownie was surprisingly good, and what would really be the harm in eating a whole instead of a half? Death. Inevitable death would be the harm. 

There’d been a very pleasant twenty-five minutes where it felt as if you were dancing on air, now you could barely get any- breathing shallow, chest tight, head heavy. This was it. Goodbye, cruel world. You knew there was little to be done so you decided to embrace the inevitable, if you acted quickly maybe you could go in your sleep. So you filled your cats food bowl, pressed a quick kiss to her head, and crawled into your hammock to await the end- but wait, wait you couldn’t go with regrets, that was a sure fire way to come back as a ghost and you did not want to haunt your crappy walk up forever. No, no regrets. 

So you called James Buchanan Barnes, Bucky, your brother’s Bucky. Bucky who lived only a few blocks away, Bucky who could send you off without regret. He picked up on the third ring, and didn’t get much in edgewise after a hesitant “Hello?” 

“Bucky! Bucky I’m dying and I need you to come over right now. The doors unlocked.” You’d hung up before he could ask any questions, best to save your breath, you reasoned. For his part Bucky had politely but firmly asked the girl currently occupying his bed to leave, and made for the door, tugging on gray sweats as he went. While he was positive your dumb ass wasn’t dying he wasn’t willing to leave you in a distressed state. 

When he kicked off his bike and made it inside he’d found you curled up in your hammock, clinging to your cat, eyes squeezed shut; he’d grabbed your attention with a gruff “Bug?” You’d shot up, furry feline friend taking off with a displeased hiss at the sudden rocking motion; “Thank God, Bucky! Get over here, I don’t have much time.” He’d crouched down next to your hammock, bringing his cool metal hand to your cheek, brushing away some stray hairs and taking note of your blown out pupils; “What the fuck are you on?”

“It- it was supposed to only be half the brownie, but I ate it all, I’m such an idiot and now-” He bit back a laugh realizing you were just stoned off your ass, not wanting to add insult to injury as your eyes welled with tears “-now I’m dying but I can’t go yet, Buck, I can’t, because if I die full of regrets I’ll have to haunt this stupid place forever.” 

“For Christ’ sake, Bug, you’re not dying, you’re just stoned.” 

With an adamant shake of your head you reached down and grabbed his flesh hand, pressing the palm of it flat to your chest as the tears in your eyes finally spilled over with a warbling hiccup; “I- I’m not, I am but I’m not- I know what death feels like.”

His mouth popped open in mock surprise; “Oh, you do? Because you’ve experienced it so many times?” 

Your bottom lip quivered as you glowered pathetically at him, “D-don’t be mean to me. Not right now.” Torn between pushing the issue and humoring you he chose to go with the latter. 

“Okay then, Bug, no regrets. How can I help?” 

With a small watery smile you turned in the hammock to fully face his kneeling form; “We’ve got to have sex-”

“Jesus fuck!” Your sincere expression, tear stained cheeks, and glassy eyes awakened something dark within him, pleasure spiking within his groin and pulling him to half mass even as he adamantly shook his head no. Seeing his refusal you began teetering on the brink of tears again; “Please Bucky, please, you have to fuck me, it has to be you. I don’t want to die a virgin and I love y-” 

Quicker than your sluggish brain could process the cool fingers of his left hand wrapped around your mouth, silencing you as his other hand smoothed across the top of your head and down to cup your cheek, thumb stroking it in small even passes. He took three steadying breaths, eyes clenched shut, before he met your gaze; “Shut up. We are not having this conversation right now.” You whined behind the gag of his hand, but he just shook his head firmly in return, so much for humoring you. “Bug, you are high as a fucking kite. So here’s what’s going to happen; I’m going to go get you a drink, and then you’re going to sleep. End of.”

He stood abruptly, moving towards the door of the bedroom as you pleaded with him to come back and take you, promising he could do whatever he wanted as long as he was inside you. You didn’t stop rambling until he stormed back in with a glass of water, towering over your prone form. “Listen to me,” he hissed “when I finally fuck you the only thing you’ll be high on is my cock, so do me a favor and shut the fuck up about it so I can take care of you until then.” 

AN: In hindsight I’ve taken some liberties with the use of the word “comforting.” 

#bucky barnes x reader #biker!bucky #bucky/reader #hwita #smut adjacent #bucky and bug #brother's best friend bucky

[aealzx]

Mikey knew that he would never regret saving Leo. All of the damage that had been done to his arms, all the self-inflicted burns ripping through his skin, all the twitches and spasms wrecking his hobbies and daily life were worth it when it came to keeping his brother with them. He knew that someday he would proudly wear the scars that scraped his once smooth skin. He was strong. He could handle something like this.

He knew he could handle this.

But right then, with his network of pain stabbing blades in his arms, burning anger raging even at the air touching the raw skin, he didn’t want to hear it. Not even from his normally confident self.

He just wanted a moment to accept that it sucked. Accept that it hurts. Acknowledge that he hated feeling like there were hot iron cards slotted into his arms. He wanted to rage. And cry. And let himself be selfishly angry as the tiniest breeze prickling his bare nerves.

When Raph found him Mikey had already stripped the bandages from his twitching arms, hoping that would help them stop stinging. It hadn’t made a difference, and now he was stuck standing, staring in seething anguish at his spasming limbs like they had personally offended everything he held dear. Those eyes had shifted to Raph when he was noticed, and the shuddering breaths sucked through clenched teeth, broken by stray hiccups, just caused Raph’s own eyes to soften in sympathy.

Shifting into the room, Raph just raised his own arms and held them open in offering. “C’mere. I got you,” he beckoned quietly. A gentle coax as well as an allowance that Mikey didn’t have to keep himself strong. He could have his moment to break, and Raph would be there to keep a hold of the pieces until he felt well enough to put himself back together.

The hissed breaths soon became shuddering huffs as Mikey’s jaw unclenched along with his iron grip around his figurative self. His response to Raph came as a squeaked whimper that became a drawn out wail as the barrier against the tears broke as well. Mikey barely raised his hands in return, and Raph had enough of an acceptance to motivate him to move forward. He was careful to not touch Mikey’s arms as he wrapped his little brother in his own, pulling him close and letting him sob into his shoulder once more. It was heartbreaking to see Mikey reduced to this state. But Raph knew that sometimes their strongest brother also needed a moment to be weak once and awhile.

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This is a result of me having the thought "Hey, why are you only ever beating up Donnie? e<e" and going "Alright, bet e<e" in response.

#my art #rottmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #long post #sunset duo #mikey #raph #post movie #headcanon #injury #open wound #chronic pain #kinda?

[xoxo-sarah]

Can't Come Back From This

↝pairing: Daryl Dixon x medic!Reader

↝warning: death, blood, apocalypse, zombies, crying, angst, not proof read

|| Disclaimer: I do not own Daryl Dixon, or any character from The Walking Dead. I only own y/n and any characters I create with my own brain. ||

↝⎙ 2.17.24

Divider by @saradika-graphics

You stumbled past the door, practically falling down the steps. The only thing stopping you from falling onto the pavement was the railing on the stairs.

It was as if everything was going in slow-motion.

Red. Dead. Blood.

The same 3 words kept repeating in your head. A nagging voice that wasn't your own repeating the words that would surely drive you insane.

The crimson liquid ran down your arms and hands, splattering onto the ground, weaving into the cracks of the concrete. Red liquid. Blood.

"Y/n?" Daryl slowed from his absentminded walk down the street, stopping across from you on the other side of the road. His eyes followed yours as they drifted to your hands. His body moved before his brain could process what was happening, or what had happened for your hands to be covered in blood and your expression as if you had seen a ghost. "What happened?" Daryl held your hands, asking the only question that seemed to come out, out of all the questions swimming around in his head.

"Bit."

His head shot up, looking at every inch of your face. Your face, that kept the same distant expression. He went into panic-mode. His eyes went from your face to your body, checking your arms, legs, everything. As far as his eyes could see, your hands were the only thing bleeding.

Your head shook, "Sammy."

Daryl felt his stomach drop. Any relief he felt when he relieved you weren't bleeding turned to dread.

Sammy. Sammy was a young boy, probably around 17, 18. He was a good kid, as far as Daryl knew. The kid was always offering to help in any way he could. He would go on runs and come back with more than needed. He kept the small kids of Alexandria entertained. Sammy would help teach the kids and others how to use weapons correctly. He could make a mean rabbit stew. But you could probably thank Carol for that. She taught the kid so much since he showed up. And he listened to every word.

Sammy was learning from Siddiq the same time you were. He was always one step ahead of you in asking questions. You didn't blame him. He was a smart learner, and willing to teach if you didn't understand something the way Siddiq explained it. "Want to learn how to save someone's life in the apocalypse." Sammy had told you, with a goofy grin. The same goofy grin he wore all the time.

You two were close, like brother and sister.

Losing him had to feel like what losing Merle felt like. Maybe even worse.

"Hey," Your dull eyes met his. Your eyes had never lacked this amount of emotion before, not even with what you have all been through this far. Your body fell forwards just as he touched your elbows. You laid limp in his arms. He couldn't care less about the blood soaking into his top as you clung to it. "Yer okay."

His attention was brought to the ajar door. A clattering inside seemed to only faze him. "I-" You hiccuped, "I couldn't do it. I couldn't, Daryl."

He had been rushed in late last night, bleeding so much, you were unable to find the wound at first. He was gargling on his own blood, trying to reach for his neck as you frantically cleaned him.

When you had finally found the wound under all the blood, you tried to save him. Tried to cut his leg off Before the infection traveled. But it was too late. His body went limp. You stayed by his side the rest of the night, staring at his peaceful expression, aside from all the grime.

The world was cruel, you had already known that. Way before the apocalypse. But this was a new level of cruel. One that one person couldn't come back from on their own.

The groaning continued, following the sound of your voice. The old body of Sammy growled and groaned, clawing at the door as you laid in the arms of the man you felt comfort in in other ways most nights.

Daryl moved back, holding you at arms length. "Gotta take care of it. Sit down." He helped you sit and lean against the steps.

He was quick with it. Almost as soon as he opened the door and walked in, he was walking out.

"Yer alright." He knew you wouldn't be the same again. You probably wouldn't laugh or make fun of him for a while. Hell, you might even quite working in the infirmary. He wouldn't blame you.

You had dealt with plenty of deaths before. There's just some you can't come back from.

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[antisocialties]

Late Night Calls.

Matt Sturniolo x Reader

Summary: in which you call matt late at night when things aren’t going so well.

Warnings: mentions of mental health issues, angst, and etc.

To say today had sucked would’ve been an understatement to say the least.

Today was just one of those days where the second you woke up you felt like shit and wished you simply wouldn’t have waken up in the first place.

You looked up at the plain white ceiling with a blank and stoic look on your face. It was almost pitch black in your room, the tv wasn’t even turned on.

You couldn’t help but hate being alone right now with every aching bone in your body, thoughts racing through your head at a mile a minute. At this point you were quite convinced your head would never quiet down enough to sleep before the sun came up.

You rolled over from your back, reaching for the sheets beside you which your phone laid upon.

3:46 am. You let out an exhausted groan after seeing the time on your lockscreen. There was only one thing you could think to do right now that would actually get you to calm down and sleep.

You instantly clicked on your messages, clicking on Matt’s contact info and clicking the call button before sitting up with the sheets still covering your cold legs.

It rang a quite few times before being answered, you felt bad; assuming you’d waken him up from his slumber since you’d previously facetimed him a few hours ago before he’d said he was going to lay down after filming a car video with his brothers.

“Everything okay, babe?” He asked with a groggy and concerned voice.

“Not really, I still just can’t shake the low feeling i’ve had all day. I don’t even know why i’ve been feeling this shitty all day, I just know it won’t go away and I can’t sleep.” You confessed while holding back tears.

“You wanna talk about it some more?”

“Yes please. I’m really sorry for waking you up, I love you baby.” You quickly let out before interrupting your words with a sob.

You felt an immense amount of guilt for putting something this heavy on him, especially just after you’d woken him up so late.

“Y/n stop, you’re okay honey. I love you, the last thing I want is for you to be apologizing for coming to me when you need me most. We’ve already been over this countless times, you never need to apologize to me for things like this.” He spoke in a soothing but troubled tone.

Anytime you apologized for confiding in him with your issues, he couldn’t help but feel his heart break more and more each time. He never wanted you to feel like a burden to him, he’d never forgive himself if he couldn’t be there for you in your times of need.

“I love you.” you hiccuped, struggling to even get the words out as the pace of your sobs only got quicker and more violent.

You tried to force more words out to describe the heavy and dreadful feeling in your chest, but you couldn’t even form the proper words and were only met with heavy aching sobs.

“Alright i’m coming over, you don’t need to leave the door unlocked i’ll just bring my key.” He stated, no longer being able to hear your cries and not be able to do anything about them.

“Do you want me to bring anything?” He asked sincerely.

“I’m not gonna ask you for anything, I already feel awful enough waking you up and making you feel like you need to come over.” You sniffled.

“So yes. I’m getting food and ice cream. You can either eat it or save it for later, i’m getting it regardless.”

You sniffled and smiled to yourself, knowing how lucky you were to have a boyfriend like him.

“Alright babe, i’m leaving now so i’m gonna hang up.” he told you as you heard his keys jingling, before the sound of the call ending.

Your apartment was pretty close to their house so it only took him about 20 minutes to get to you, normally it would be less time but he stopped by McDonalds grabbing food and mcflurries for you both.

Your sobs had slowed and calmed down to where they had pretty much came to a complete halt, tears still occasionally dripping down your face.

You got up slowly and turned your led lights and tv on, also deciding to light a candle since you were trying to set a calm vibe for yourself and for him to walk into.

A few minutes later you heard the sound of a key entering the lock of the front door and the knob turning as he opened the door and walked inside quietly closing it behind him.

His calm footsteps approached your room from the living room of your apartment, his face peeking into your already open bedroom door with a soft comforting smile as he met your puffy eyes.

“Hi baby.” He greeted you while kicking his shoes off beside your door and walking toward your spot on your bed with a drink carrier and a large bag of food.

“Hi.” you croaked scooting over so he could sit down next to you.

He placed the drink carrier with the drinks and mcflurries on your bedside table closest to him, setting the bag on the floor beside the bed and scooting over to you to give you a peck on the cheek.

You didn’t even exchange anymore words before he wrapped his arms around you and coaxed you to lay your head in the crook of his neck as you two pressed your backs against the wall behind your bed.

You deeply inhaled, stifling back a sob as you took in his scent and the warmth of his body against your own.

“Thank you for coming all the way over here, I love you and I appreciate you so much. You’re the love of my life.” you babbled, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

“Always, I love you more than you’ll ever know and i’m so glad I could be here with you tonight.” He told you in a soft voice before pressing a long kiss to the top of your head.

He grabbed your remote and clicked on the Disney icon on your tv, putting on Gravity Falls for you guys to binge all over again for the millionth time. This was a show you guys both really enjoyed, and found yourself watching late at night relatively often.

He grabbed the mcflurries out of the carrier on the small table beside him and offered you yours, assuming it would soothe your most likely burning throat from your aggressive crying.

You took it, softly thanking him before you put a small bite of the ice cream into your mouth.

You guys finished your ice cream and ate all of your food in silence, him getting up to throw all of your garbage away in your kitchen and quickly returning.

He climbed back into the bed with you, laying down so you could get close to him again.

You laid your head on his chest, feeling his soft cotton t shirt on the side of your face while his chest rose up and down at a calm and slow pace.

You breathed in his scent while hearing the steady beat of his heart as he watched the tv on your wall in front of the bed. You looked up at his face, noticing the slight look of concentration on his features.

Eventually he noticed you looking up at him and returned your gaze, his eyes meeting yours for a few seconds before he leaned down to press a kiss against your lips.

There was nothing better than being in his arms and exchanging affection with him when you were feeling so miserable. There was nothing better regardless of your mood in all honesty.

Your heart swelled remembering all of the times you guys had been in this position before, cherishing every single memory like this one your brain had filed away.

“You feeling tired yet?” he questioned.

“Yeah, I feel a lot better now too.” you nodded.

You snuggled into his chest while adjusting yourself again to get as comfortable as possible to sleep.

He noticed as you began to dose off, the show still playing at a decent volume in the background. He only knew you’d started to fall asleep because your breathing got deeper.

“I love you.” he voiced quietly as he rubbed your back, being cautious as not to wake you if you’d completely passed out.

“I love you too.” you mumbled into the fabric of his shirt.

He only smiled as he closed his eyes and continued to softly rub the small of your back.

He cherished you just as much as you did him, maybe even more.

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ps i’m sorry to whoever sent this ask in first lol i accidentally posted it before i even wrote anything bc i pressed post instead of saving the draft to go pick a picture that fit the concept of the fic 😭

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[hannyoontify]

[21:49] you stepped into your apartment foyer with a quiet groan, the fatigue from the long day slowly catching up with your body now that the adrenaline had worn off.

after mindlessly toeing off your shoes, you clambered into the living room, not bothering to turn on the lights, and threw yourself onto the couch. you felt your cheek press against the cool leather of the piece of furniture and you let out a tired sigh. you were still wearing your school bag and work apron, the coins from today's tip pressing into your upper thigh but you didn't care. you just wanted rest. you needed to rest.

your eyes began to close out of their own volition. you no longer had control over your body as it went into battery saving mode. cut the crap, [name], it's been on battery saving mode for the past 3 weeks and you're exhausted beyond words.

you're about 1/4 away from falling completely asleep but you heard your toilet flush, signifying that someone else was in your home. you mentally racked your tired brain, trying to remember if your brother was visiting this week or next week. even if he did visit, he didn't the code to your apartment.

you feel your body freeze up when the restroom door opened and you listened to someone shuffle up to the couch next to you.

'[name]? love? are you asleep?'

your body immediately relaxed at the voice and you grunted in response.

'i know you're tired angel but you need to wash up' jeonghan said. he sat down on the couch next to where your head was, softly stroking your hair as he tried to convince you to get up. 'i'll give you all the kissies you want'

this made your ears perk up.

'really?'

your boyfriend chuckled at your excited, muffled voice. 'yes, really. now please get up, i don't want coffee powder on your couch'

after (slowly) sitting up, you stared at your boyfriend, who looked as pretty and perfect as ever. he had evidently just taken a shower, judging by his wet curly hair. this made you smile for some reason.

jeonghan laughed. 'what? do i have something on my face? why are you smiling?'

you smiled and leaned over to press a quick kiss on his lips. 'nothing, you're just really pretty'

'okay, now go shower. i'll put your stuff away for you' jeonghan rolled his eyes jokingly and pulled you up to your feet. 'do you have any homework?'

the question made you let out a mix of an exasperated sigh and a groan as you dropped to the floor like a ragdoll. you stared down at your hands, which were dry and cracked from the amount of times you wash your hands at work. jeonghan's voice sounded distance as he reached for you, asking you what was wrong and why you were crying.

oh, you were crying. you didn't even realize that a few tears had managed to escape until your boyfriend had reached over to wipe them away. you continued to stare down at your hands, your impending tears making your sight blurry.

'oh, baby' jeonghan pulled you in for a tight hug, ignoring the coffee bean powder he had just complained about 2 minutes ago. he wrapped a protective arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer to his body, your cries muffled by the fabric of his crewneck sweatshirt. your entire face was pressed into jeonghan's shoulder area as he moved one hand up and down your back, making soft soothing noises.

jeonghan didn't say anything, he just let you cry into his shoulder for as long as you needed. and you decided to let it all out. all the stress from academics, your work, your shitty manager, your upcoming concerto and your solo piece. it was all becoming too much for you.

your backpack strap fell off your shoulder, making a loud thud on the floor to announce its fall and that helped you snap back into reality. you hiccuped as you pulled away from jeonghan inwardly cringing at the tear stains left on his left shoulder. you frantically wiped away your tears and sniffled.

'sorry, i don't- i don't know where that came from' you smiled awkwardly as you picked yourself up. jeonghan followed you up with a worried look on his face.

'is something wrong?' he asked quietly. almost as if he was afraid of scaring you away or breaking you. his hold on your arm was firm but gentle. not strong enough to break you, but definitely firm enough to catch you if you fell again.

you sighed tiredly and rubbed at your sleepy eyes. 'no, nothing in particular. i'm just tired and i have so much to do but 24 hours isn't enough in a day and-'

jeonghan cut your rant off by pulling you in for a tight hug. his long arms were wrapped around your shoulders and he squeezed you so tightly you thought you were going to run out of oxygen. but you liked it. you could feel jeonghan's love, worry, concern, affection, and caring nature through that action alone and you suddenly felt immensely grateful for his presence.

'it's always okay to take breaks, angel. you don't need to try your best every day of the year, okay? you can have bad days and days where you do nothing but lie in bed all day. i can only imagine what you're going through right now and how tired you must be. i'm always here, okay? i'm here if you need anything and i'm especially here if you need to talk to someone. i'm your boyfriend, okay? i'm here to be your emotional support and your pillar. lean on me whenever you need to, okay?'

you sniffled and nodded. 'okay'

jeonghan pulled away from the hug and pressed a quick kiss to your forehead. this made you smile. 'i told you i would give you all the kissies you wanted, right? okay now go wash up and join me for bed'

'but what about-'

'no. if your professors give you shit for not completing assignments on time, i'll give them shit for making a full-time working college student also work as an unpaid TA. and i'll hold that over their heads for as long as i need' jeonghan leaned in, this time pressing his lips against yours. they were warm and this immediately made your heart warm up as well. what did you do to deserve him?

when you came back from your shower, jeonghan was already in bed in a new crewneck sweatshirt. his hair was all dried, tumbling over his forehead and slightly into his eyes. he was scrolling on his phone, his eyes flickering over images and texts on his screen. you silently climbed into bed after turning off all the lights, and jeonghan took that as his cue to put his phone away and open up the blankets for you.

you cuddled up to your boyfriend, feeling much more at ease under the safety of your weighted blanket and the warm embrace of the love of your life. your anchor. your lighthouse.

you nuzzled your face into the crook of jeonghan's neck and breathed in the scent of his fabric softener mixed with the scent of your shampoo. it was the same product that you just used but it somehow smelled different. it smelled better. it smelled like home.

you pressed your lips against his neck, right over where his pulse is. 'thank you'

jeonghan hummed, already falling asleep. 'for what, angel?'

'for everything. i don't know what i would do without you' you looked up at him.

'for you, my angel, anything' jeonghan leaned down and pressed his lips against yours one final time before the two of you fell into deep slumber in the comfort of each other's arms.

that night, you finally realized what people meant when they said that a person was their home. they were the person you always ended up with at the end of the day. the person you go to with all your troubles. the person who listens to your struggles and comforts. someone who welcomes you with open arms no matter your situation. someone like jeonghan. jeonghan was your home.

#hannyoontify.works #seventeen #svt #seventeen fluff #svt fluff #jeonghan fluff #jeonghan #svt imagines #seventeen imagines #seventeen blurbs #jeonghan fic #jeonghan imagines #jeonghan scenarios #svt jeonghan #seventeen jeonghan #yoon jeonghan #seventeen fic #seventeen scenarios #seventeen x reader #svt fic #svt fanfic #svt scenarios #jeonghan x reader

[king-zacharyy]

Part 1 (Here) Part 2

EDIT: I fixed some spelling/grammar errors and added some things to a couple areas.

TW: Injury, hospitals, surgery mentions

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"Four chimes. Max."

Nancy had barely finished speaking before Steve was out the door of the Creel house, sprinting back the way they came. He wove through the forest on muscle memory alone, a resurgence of adrenaline fueling his exhausted, wounded body.

The pain and lightheadedness faded away under the constant stream of Max Max Max because that's his kid. His kid, who he let get put in danger. His kid, who he wasn't there to protect, and she has to be okay. She has to be.

Because they had plans for a concert in summer that he had spent months saving up for just for her. And she has to be okay, because if she isn't, he doesn't know what he'll do with himself. He doesn't know how he could possibly live without one of his kids. Without Max. Without his little sister. Without Max.

The sound of loud, gut wrenching, sobs and screams cut through his thoughts, and he stuttered to a stop. Dustin. He bolted in the direction of the sound, absent-mindedly stepping over the demobats littering the ground, motionless.

In the center of the bats, sat Dustin, hunched over a motionless form, his shoulders shaking with the sobs that were much louder now that he was closer.

Steve's shoulders drooped at the sight of Dustin alive before his brain registered who Dustin was slumped over and the state he was in, and he had to bite back a sob of his own. Because there lay Eddie Munson in a pool of his own blood. Munson, who clearly pulled some hero shit, and damn it, Eddie, I told you not to be a hero!

Steve slid in front of Dustin, causing the boy to look up. "Steve! Steve, you have to help him! Eddie, he– he cut the rope– and– and—" Dustin's voice trailed off into sobs again, and Steve sprung into action.

"Dustin, you gotta move. I'm gonna help him, but I need you to move." The curly haired boy nodded, hiccuping, and moved out from under Eddie.

Steve was quick to check his pulse, finding a faint, but very much there, thump thump thump. Steve ripped off his jacket and tied it around the wounds on Munson's side. He took a deep breath to steady himself as he hefted Eddie into a bridal carry and stood.

When he turned, he was met with Nancy's determined face. "Dustin said Munson cut the rope, so I won't be able to get him through there. I want you to take Dustin back through the gate in the trailer and call for an ambulance to Fred's gate. After that, go pick up the kids. Robin, you're with me. Meet us at the hospital."

His tone brokered no arguments as they set off in the direction of the highway, his thoughts a constant stream of Eddie Eddie Eddie and Max Max Max.

The next moments were a blur of movement and sound as they got Eddie and themselves through the gate and into the ambulance once it got there.

They rode in the ambulance with Eddie, Steve making sure the paramedics were doing their job. As soon as they got to Hawkins General, Eddie was taken into surgery, and Steve and Robin were alone in the parking lot.

As they entered the lobby, they were met with chaos. He wove his way through the crowd of people seeking treatment or waiting for loved ones and went to the reception desk, Robin following closely behind him.

"Excuse me, was a Max– um Maxine Mayfield admitted recently?" He asked the nurse there, body thruming with anxiety. She clacked away on her computer for a minute before turning to him.

"There was. Are you family? I'm afraid I can't give any more information unless you are."

"I am. I'm her brother? Please, we got separated, and all I know is she got hurt. Is she– is she okay?"

Pity swirled in her eyes, and he tried not to snap. She glanced back at her computer, reading something before answering, "She's in surgery right now, I'm sorry, I don't know much beyond that."

He nodded shakily, stepping back from the counter. He stumbled as the adrenaline faded. His vision blurred, he felt lightheaded, and his sides burned.

"Steve? Steve!" Robin shouting was the last thing he heard before he collapsed, and his world went black.

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"Scoops! I work for Scoops!" He thought he escaped. Why was he back in the base? His head felt light and floaty, so they must've drugged him again. Robin. Where's Robin?

"Steve! Calm down! You're in the hospital. We're not in the base. We got out. I'm right here. Breathe, dingus. You're okay. I'm okay."

Slowly, Steve's breathing evened out, and his vision cleared. He took in the white walls around him and sagged against the bed. White, not steel gray. He glanced to his right, where Robin was sitting, gripping his hand, and he relaxed fully.

The memories of the last week rushed back, and he fought the panic that threatened to rise. Robbie squeezed his hand, reading his mind, and said, "You collapsed because of your wounds and had to be rushed into surgery. You've got some damage to your throat from being strangled, and your bat bites got a minor infection. Your back is also raw and had some cuts on it. The doctor said you'll have a lot of scars, and you'll likely need some physical therapy to rebuild the muscle the bats took, but you should be okay. Don't ever scare me like that again, though, Dingus."

He squeezed her hand, urging her to continue. "Max is.. She's hurt pretty bad. She has a broken arm, both of her legs are broken, and her eyes took a hit. They're not sure if she'll ever walk again, and they have to wait until she wakes up to know if she'll be able to see, but they're hopeful. She's in a medically induced coma so she can heal.

Eddie got here just in time. He lost a lot of blood and needed several transfusions, but he's alive. He'll probably need physical therapy, and he'll scar, but he's gonna be fine."

Steve practically collapsed in relief. They were okay. Hurt, but alive. He squeezed her hand in silent thanks, a question in his eyes when he looked at her.

How is everyone else?

"Everyone else has minor injuries. Erica has some scrapes and bruises from Andy tackling her, and Lucas had to get some stitches because of Jason. Apparently, they attacked the kids, and Jason went all pitchforks and torches on Lucas. Max's Walkman broke in the scuffle, and that's why she got all hurt."

Steve had to breathe for a minute to stave of the murderous rage he felt and the sudden and all-consuming urge to kill the bastards who dare lay a finger on his kids.

"Down, boy. Jason got killed when the gates split open, and Andy is currently in custody. And before you ask, the gates closed pretty soon after they nearly split the town open. We don't know how or why, but they're closed.

Back on the topic of everyone's health, Dustin got a sprained ankle when he went back through the gate after Eddie cut the rope, so he's got an ankle boot for that, but he'll be fine. Nancy and I are okay. The only injuries we got were from the vines choking us, but there was no lasting damage."

He nodded, opening his mouth to talk, barely getting a word out before he's thrown into a coughing fit. Robin handed him a cup of cold water, and he was quick to gulp it down.

"Try not to talk. Like I said, you've got a bit of damage to your throat, so it's gonna hurt to talk for a little."

He nodded again and mimed writing. She grabbed a legal pad and a pen that sat on the table by the bed and handed it over.

'Any word from the Byers?'

"Yeah, Jonathan was able to get into contact a few hours ago. He said they were on their way back to Hawkins and would explain what happened on their end when they got here."

'How long have I been out?'

"About a day. Your surgery lasted for a few hours, and then you were in and out of consciousness a couple of times after the anesthesia wore off."

'Why was everything chaos when we got here yesterday?'

"When the gates initially opened, it caused a pretty massive earthquake, and a lot of people got injured. Now, enough questions. You still need rest. When you wake up next, I'll see if I can convince a nurse to let you see Max. Sleep, everyone will still be here when you wake up, and I'm not gonna leave your side."

With that last bit of reassurance, he drifted off into a dreamless sleep.

Part 2

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This was mostly an excuse to write Steve passing out from his injuries in Season four and some Steve and Max sibling-ism!

#tw: hospital #tw: injury #fanfic #steve harrington #eventual steddie #steddie #max mayfield #robin buckley #nancy wheeler #dustin henderson #steve and max #steve and robin #platonic stobin #platonic soulmates stobin #steve x eddie #eddie munson #lucas sinclair #erica sinclair #jonathan byers #stranger things #st fanfic #st fic #steve harrington has ptsd #ptsd

[maddyguru]

Of What's Right and Wrong (geto, gojo, nanami)

tw: Dark content, non con, incest, gang r*p*, creampie, breeding? trauma, ptsd, reader became mute, Manga spoiler, fucked up, lmk if I miss any MINORS DO NOT INTERACT

synopsis: Satoru and Nanami brings you to your older brother, after he disappeared a few years ago. But it wasn't the reunion you were expecting.

If earlier it was dark, now you could see clearly.   

Your fear was overwhelming your system. Your hiccups were filling the small basement, and your eyes looking back and forth at Satoru and towards your brother.   

Your lips were trembling with your soft pleas for help. You wanted help. You need them. You begged Suguru, your brother, for help, but he ignored you. As if you’re not even there, he ignored you.   

In front of you, Satoru and Nanami were kneeling on each side of your body. The sound of your shattering heart could be heard from the distance, as you wondered what did you deserved to be treated like this? What did you ever do to any one of them?   

The reunion you had in mind was far away from what you imagined, when Satoru and Nanami said they’d take you to see Suguru, Your brother who ran away after murdering your parents, leaving you behind.  

“y/n, do you want to see Suguru?”  

“We found his location. We just want you to see him again after all these years.”   

“But I’m not sure, Satoru. He… he hates me…”  

“Everything will be alright, y/n. you got me and Nanami, after all!”  

They did bring you here. And you could feel the want to hug niisan after 5 years. But then, his eyes were showing you how much he hates you, and Satoru as well as Nanami suddenly pushed you on the tile, surprising you.  

Before you knew it, the two of them held you down on the ground with your screams resonating throughout the room.   

“You can scream all you want, y/n. No one can hear you. I’ve put up a veil to hide us all,” Satoru chuckled earlier, grinning at you while his hands were holding you down.   

“I don’t normally like overtime, but I’ll let this one slide. It’s a fun, after all.” Nanami’s face was stoic. You couldn’t read him at all. You never could understand the man.  

Why… why are they doing this to you?   

You glanced once in a while to see your brother’s expression, but all he did was stare at the three of you, pretending as if he was not here watching you. As if you’re not here, he ignored you.   

“And you called me to come here, only to bring her here?” ah, finally your brother speaks, eyeing you with a look of pure disgust. “What’s the meaning of this, Satoru, Nanami?”  

Yeah. What is the meaning of this? And why are you being held down by the people who brought you here? What is going on?  

You let out a sob when Satoru laid his hands on your cheeks, gripping your skin with that sickening grin he had on. Something inside your grin is telling you that they don’t mean well. They’re going to hurt you. They-  

“You always said how non sorcerers are evil, right, Suguru? so I- we, thought about proving you wrong.”  

What?   

“Oh? How so?” the cockiness in your brother’s voice got the best of you, as you stared into his eyes for comfort. Wanting him to hold you and save you like he used to.   

“We’re going to rape your precious little girl in front of you. Us sorcerers are not that nice you know, Suguru?”   

His words sank into your stomach, leaving a dreaded feeling. Your eyes widen, staring at all three of them in disbelief at what they just said.   

Rape. Rape. They’re going to fucking rape you-  

“No! no, oniichan, don’t let them- please don’t let them… no!”   

You’re sobbing by now, struggling to get away from them with your smaller limbs trying to push both men away. But they just simply chuckle at your feeble attempts and hold you down further.  

You let out a shriek when Nanami tears open your buttons to reveal your bra softly cupping your breasts. You’re half-naked now.   

“We knew this was going to happen, but don’t worry, Suguru! I know how much my best buddy hates it when they don’t shut up, so for your entertainment purposes, we’ll make sure to shut her up well!” Satoru turned to his best friend and gave him finger guns as if everything that was going on right now was a game. A game. They’re playing a game of who’s nicer? Sorcerers or non- sorcerers?   

A bile rose in your throat when they chuckled, looking at you with the desire of a man, wanting to ruin a girl.   

“Now, now, y/n, don’t be scared, we’re just going to show your precious niisan who’s the real menace in society. Now, be a good girl and spread your legs or it’ll hurt more if I do it for you~” he tee-heed, that stupid grin he had plastered on his cheeks with his eyes staring at you, under his blindfold.   

“No… no! oniichan!” you screamed, looking at your older brother for help but finding him enjoying the sight, “Oniicha, help me!” you screamed, struggling again to get their hands off you.   

“Don’t let them, please…” You sobbed, closing your eyes now when you felt Nanami’s hands sliding on your thigh. He spreads your legs, and slowly inched his hands on the hem of your panties. Despite your protest, he yanked the cloth down to reveal your precious cunt for all of them.   

You buried your face into your hands, sobbing even more.   

“Shh… don’t worry. I’ll be gentle with you,” Nanami whispered, but Satoru howled at the younger man’s words.   

“Gentle? Are you fucking a virgin or something?”   

Everyone was silent, staring at you. You weren’t exactly sure what they were thinking, until…  

“She must be a virgin. I bet she never kissed anyone yet.”   

Suguru… your brother said that…  

“Fuck, I just want her even more. Nanami, move over I wanna see her pussy.”   

You cried out, shaking your head in protest. “No! don’t touch me! Please, no!”  

“Oniichan, don’t let them…” You sobbed from defeat, crying on the cold floor that pushed you on.  

Until Nanami reached for the panties you were wearing and shoved them down your throat.  

It caught you by surprise.   

You let out a sob with tears running down your cheeks when Satoru’s fingers are spreading your folds, his grin is on his face.   

It made your stomach churn. The feeling of his two fingers spreading your most intimate part. You hate this. You recalled the times when Suguru used to tell you that you shouldn’t let a boy see you there- for any reason, you’re not supposed to, unless you’re over 18 and you’re willing. But now that you’re older, you’re not willing in this situation and it hurts knowing there he is, your brother, who told you to keep yourself sacred and away from boys, watching your pussy getting spread by his own best friend. 

You hate it. The burning feeling of betrayal from Satoru and… Nanami…   

You expect better from Nanami.   

He was chuckling, his blue eyes keep staring at your flushed hole and clit. His fingers spread your folds and he just… stared, like he wanted to remember how it looked like with your doe eyes and mouth shoved with panties. Like he wants to remember this moment forever. He just stared at your spread pussy with a cynical grin.   

You realize that you have tears in your eyes as of now. The anxiety you felt when both are staring at you- Nanami is looking at your bare breast with his hands holding yours, and Satoru is staring at your pussy. Your brother… is looking from afar with no expression on his face.   

You screamed through the piece of cloth, closing your eyes and screaming at the top of your lungs, as hard as you could even though it was useless.   

“I love it when you scream. It’s expected, isn’t it?” you saw the man looking at Nanami, now with a smirk plastered on his face.   

“Just hurry up. There’s a line, Gojo.”   

A line. A line for the three of them.   

A chuckle was Satoru’s answer, and he turned to look at Suguru behind him with a smile. “You see this, Suguru?” He shifted a little, so your brother could see your bare pussy a little clearer. You jumped and whined when he was massaging your folds with his two fingers, still spreading you apart. “This is her precious pussy and it’s going to get ruined by me, the strongest sorcerer in this world.”  

You screamed through the thin cloth. Scream until your throat felt like it was burning and when Gojo was unbuckling his pants and later revealing his cock, you continued to scream through your panties and shut your eyes. No, no, this is not happening to you, right? None of this is happening to you, right? Gojo wouldn’t rape you, and Nanami wouldn’t comply with this- and your brother wouldn’t just sit there and watch you like this, right?   

“Now, now, sweetheart. Stop screaming or your throat will get hurt; and none of us are using it yet!” he pouted, spitting into his palm, and smearing the liquid along his length. Well, he can’t bruise your insides too much, right?   

He was happy to finally have you under him. He wasn’t even thinking of hurting you like his, but it’s a clever idea; besides, he can finally take revenge for what Suguru did to him. Leaving him behind without saying a proper goodbye? No one would ever escape Gojo Satoru’s wrath.  

He didn’t bother with extra prep; nor does he ever care about rubbing the head of his dick onto your opening. None of that shit. He wants to fuck you open in front of your brother immediately.   

The brute force was cruel. Immediately, the head of Satoru’s dick entered her pussy, passing the tight ring of muscle, and through the scream, the men could figure it all out; Suguru was right. She’s a virgin. From the way she shrieked it was enough answer. And without a doubt, as Satoru worked himself deeper, drilling, there’s blood dripping from where both of you were connected to show instead of saying that she’s no longer a little girl.   

A woman was born. In the most cruel, inhumane way.   

A strangled cry was heard. In agony she was. Nanami and Suguru watched as she wiggled around, closing her eyes and crying when Satoru stilled and stared right into her pained expression.   

“Aw, lil sis is not a virgin anymore, nii chan, look!” mockingly, satiru stared into his best friend’s face, staring back at him with a sly smirk. A knowing look that he knows.   

Some things never change.   

You prayed for it to stop. Your eyes glanced at your brother and you silently pleaded for his help, but he didn’t listen to your shameless silent cry. There’s no way.   

You gripped whosoever hand was holding yours when the older man started Moving his hips cruelly, not caring about her obvious discomfort.  

It was inhuman, cruel. Something not a sorcerer would do. With every thrust, her walls could feel it. Every painful slicking sound filled the veiled room. And every time her breast jiggled, Satoru made misogynistic remarks.   

Throughout the young teacher’s movements, your hands were gripping Nanami’s arm so hard; your pussy fluttered every time his friend went a little harder, and you hiccupped, begging.   

“Help, Nanamin...” you sobbed.   

And what did Dear gentleman Nanamin do? Ignoring you was their agenda. No sympathy and it was all a trap to get you to follow them.   

It’s like you were in a trance, getting fucked by Satoru Gojo in this Godforsaken place, away from other’s eyes, except for two men whom you knew all your life. Your body was moving forward and backward, the sound of your pussy getting pounded was so sickly, you wished it was a fucking dream- this is all a nightmare that never happened. Soon enough, you’ll wake up and realize all of this is just a nightmare.  

“Oh, God... how long am I going to go through this...?” babbling nonsense, you found yourself saying that out loud in front of the three men. And all that came was a soft cackle.   

Leaning down to your ear level, he whispered, “As long as we please, princess.”   

His thrust was getting sloppy, and before long, white liquids were poured into your untainted womb, until now. It was Satoru’s for the taking. He was indeed, the unwanted first.   

You were left lying on the tile, still hopelessly crying with your small hands on your cheeks and his cum spilling out a little.   

Silly of you to think Satoru would feel an ounce of sympathy.   

“Your turn, Nanami.” He stood up, backing away with his hands adjusting his belt, eyes still on you- his smirks say everything, that he loved what he did to you even though you said no.   

Crying your heart out from the traumatic experience, you felt Nanami standing up, and through hazy eyes, it was clear as day- he was taking off his coat, loosening his ties until it dropped somewhere on the cold tile, completely ignoring your distressed cries.   

“No, Nanamin...” With one last cry, you plead, but he had none of that; instead, he flipped you on your back, and with your leaking pussy in the display, ass in the air...  

He grinned evilly, listening to your pathetic sobs. He stroked his raging hard-on while staring at your torn pussy, and, with a little nudging, the head of his dick was inside you.   

Your mouth was hanging in a silent scream, eyes bugging out and hands on the tile, nails clawing at nothing painfully as the sweet, big brother Nanami grunted at how tight you are and fucking your doggy style, his fingers digging into the flesh of your ass.  

No matter how many times you beg any one of them to stop, they just wouldn’t.   

So, it lasted for a few minutes. You weren’t counting and none of them are- it felt like it was an eternity as you listen to what Nanami said, about how tight you were, how good you feel, how his dick was molding your pussy, and how much he loved you. You want to laugh.   

Love?   

“You know, y/n, I’m glad I’m here, listening to Gojo instead of cramped in my office.” He leaned down to bite your ear as he whispered.   

Your wails? It meant nothing to him.   

“So glad I took this pussy. Although, I kinda wished I was the first.”   

“Quit it, Nanami. Just accept that it was me who fucked her first!” Satoru butt in, huffing at his friend.   

Suddenly, your chin was gripped, making you face Suguru, your older brother.   

You’re fucking ashamed. He’s watching you, a crazy grin on his face.   

“Now, Imoutou, watch your brother as Nanami cums into your pussy, ok?” Satoru says, laughing when you let out another pathetic cry.   

“Please, stop it!” you try to break free, hating the way the three men watch you. Loathing the way Satoru’s hands were on your chin, gripping tightly so you would watch Suguru’s stoic gaze.  

He didn’t flinch, not even once.   

Satoru was right when he said this would last for as long as they wanted because it felt like hours of them manhandling you, moving your body out of your will, and making you cry until you couldn’t cry anymore. What was left was that emptiness in your chest, as your body moved back and forth and the two men fucking you again and again.  

So many of their cums were stuffed inside your poor, torn, pussy, running down your legs and pooling under the ground you were lying on. So much was pumped inside your womb, that without a doubt, you would be pregnant by the two sorcerers. Whether you like it or not, there are already successful sperms entering your eggs.   

“Damn, I’m beaten,” Satoru spoke, letting go of your legs that were previously on his shoulders. You were sobbing so much, traumatized by their actions and your brother’s betrayal that you lost your voice.   

“Hey, y/n, say, you want me to take you to your favorite ice cream place tomorrow?”   

You couldn’t answer his useless questions, even if you wanted to.  

“You idiot. After all this, you think she would want ice creams?” At least Nanami was right about this.   

“Ah, on second thought, you’re right. Maybe she would prefer our creams inside her again?” A laugh came from the young teacher and your beloved brother...  

“Oi, oi, why are you not answering, you whimp?” His hands on your shoulder made you flinch, sobbing once again from the memory of what they just did.   

Your answers were only sobs, crying uncontrollably, feeling their mean nudges and curses at you; slut, bitch, stupid, dumbass, whore. You want them to stop. You’re not those things.  

Until Suguru finally stands in front of you, staring at you without any expression. You were pleading from your eyes for him to help you. To comfort you, to make it all ok again.   

But his next actions were not what you expected as he started opening his robes, showing you his raging hard-on.   

“Satoru, she went dumb and mute after you and Nanami raped her. Do you guys do not notice?”  

You were too tired to cry by the time Suguru starts pushing you on the floor again, and his cock starts entering your soaked pussy.   

Sorcerers are more evil than us non-sorcerers.    

#tw.dark content #tw.ptsd #tw.incest #tw. noncon #tw.blood #tw.smut #jjk #jujutsu kaisen #geto suguru x you #gojo satoru x you #nanami kento x you

[lipglossanon]

okay, this is such a rambling mess but I’m throwing it out into the world 🫣

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, stepcest (if that’s triggering to some just keep on scrolling plz and thx), perv! Steve, stepbro!Steve, sex toys, dirty talk, heavy tension hehe

Editing to add: reader is 18+ and it’s modern AU cause I can’t write period correct fics to save my life 🙃

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Steve is so happy that you guys are just across the hall from one another. And now he’s enjoying it even more since the pipe in the neighboring bathroom burst and he’s having to stay in your room, sharing your bed while they redo the carpet and water damaged wall of his room.

one night he knows your still half asleep but he just can’t wait anymore and so pulls out his clear fleshlight and some lube and just starts jerking off next to you. you kinda come awake more and more to the sticky sounds of his lubed cock being stroked with the fleshlight. you groggily turn over to see Steve’s flushed face and dark eyes looking at you

“s’okay sweetheart you can just go back to sleep”

“mm stevie what’re you-“

He groans low in his throat as your eyes finally move down to his hand guiding the fleshlight up and down his cock and that sends a pulse of heat straight to your pussy. you let out a small gasp without meaning to

“My cock s’hard baby, gotta make it feel better huh”

You can only nod, eyes finally dragging back up to meet Steve’s

“You wanna help me sweetheart?”

you bite your lip and nod again, “sure stevie”

He pulls the fleshlight off with a slick noise and has you lay flat on your back

“m’gonna put this between your thighs and your gonna squeeze down tight, kay ?”

“okay” you whisper, shivering as he places the clear toy between your thighs and presses them together to hold it in place

He kneels over you, bracketing your thighs and placing his hands next to your head

“Ready?”

He doesn’t even wait for an answer and presses his thick cock into the toy with a low moan

“Fuck baby s’good for me, mmm, all nice and fuck n’wet”

You whine high in your throat, thighs clamping together harder which has Steve choking out another moan

“Good girl, so good for me sweetheart. wanna ruin your pretty little pussy but this’ll just have to do huh”

your hands grab onto his shoulders, nails digging in as you moan

“Please Steve”

“I know” he croons down at your wide eyes and plump lips “but we can’t, gotta be a good big brother to you”

You pull him down until your both breathing in the same air, his cock pumping into the fleshlight so hard you can feel the lube squirting out onto your thighs

“I want it though” your pouting up at him

“Yeah?” He mocks “too bad princess.. maybe next time I’ll let you drool all in my pocket pussy and use that as lube”

You arch up into him with a bitten off moan slipping past your lips. your panties are completely soaked and your clit throbs with every thrust. it’s not enough to make you cum which has you trying to press yourself closer to him.

“Fuck baby, so pretty. My pretty girl. Gonna fill up this tiny pussy until it’s gushing.”

Steve’s hips stutter as he slams down a bit harder, the sounds of your thighs slapping together so loud in the bedroom

“Want you to Stevie, need you to cum” you whimper, angling your hips up so he’s finally pressing onto your swollen clit

“you want it sweetheart? M’gonna give it to you, gonna cum in you until it’s dripping out fuck yes” he’s groaning now, eyes taking in your flushed face

“Kiss me stevie” your whisper falling into the scant space between both of your lips

“Want to baby, want to so bad but I don’t know if I should” he licks his lips

You hiccup a whine as his thrusts press down even harder onto your pussy as his cock bullies its way into the toy again and again

“please please please” you whimper “need it. i need you”

“Oh fuck sweetheart, how can I say no to that” his lips dip down just enough that they’re grazing yours with every breath

“Just this okay?” He murmurs, lips slipping across yours

You try to drag him closer but he holds steady

“uh uh this is all you get, gotta be a good girl f’me”

“i am your good girl Steve”

“oh I know, so good for me. shit so good that I’m gonna fill up this pocket pussy for you. you want that sweetheart, want me to cum in this fake pussy for you?”

“yes yes yes please please” your whining now, pressing your thighs together for leverage. the angle is just right, sending heat through your core as your clit is pressed against Steve’s pelvis.

“stevie, m’gonna cum too”

He buries his face into your neck to mask his groan but you can feel the hot gust of air across your skin giving you chill bumps

“I wanna see it baby, want you to cum for me” his lips brush your ear before he leans back over you

His hips are slamming into the fleshlight so hard you can feel the head of his dick pushing through the other side and grazing your cunt. a few more hard thrusts against your clit and your cumming, biting your lip hard and squeezing your eyes shut as it sweeps through your body

“Fuck me kitten that’s so hot. Shit I’m gonna cum. Gonna cum all over that pretty fucking pussy, get your all nice and wet, fuck. M’gonna cum, gonna—fucking hell”

And you feel it, hot jizz pulsing from the tip of his cock all over the underside of your pussy from where he breached the end of the toy. He thrusts down a couple of times, milking his cock until he’s spent.

Pulling back he eases the fleshlight out from your thighs and slips it gingerly off his twitching dick

“Shit didn’t mean to make such a mess. sorry princess”

But you can tell from his tone that he’s not the least bit sorry, especially the way his eyes are hungrily taking in the mess between your thighs.

“S’okay” you shrug, feeling embarrassed now.

A slow, boyish grin crosses his face, “mmhmm thanks for helping me, s’what family is all about right?”

#perv!steve harrington #perv!steve #stepbro!steve #stepbro!steve harrington #tw stepcest #stranger things smut #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #lipglossanonrambles #modern!au #stranger things #steve harrington x fem!reader

[bonnie-aphrodite]

Trolls HTTYD AU

I don't really post anything but I had an awesome idea and I'm obsessed with it.

So it's set in the HTTYD universe BUT Peppy decides to lead around a third of Berk's population on a journey to find an island with no dragons. This happens a few years before Hiccups birth and most Vikings thought them cowards so they are forgotten by the people of Berk. Peppy is a fearsome and strong Viking but wants a peaceful place to raise Poppy and Viva, the events of the journey mirror the trollstice escape to a certain degree.

Branch

A Whispering Death named Thorns

Branch is the first in the village to befriend a dragon despite fearing them the most

He helps Branch dig out his bunker

Thorns is kept secret until Poppy and her dragon need to be rescued

Thorns likes to coil around Branch to sleep

Branch is used to diving out of the way of Thorns randomly barreling through the tunnels in the bunker

Poppy

A Scuttleclaw she names Flutterclaw

Goes off to befriend a dragon immediately after hearing about the Dragon riders on Berk and stumbles across her

Flutterclaw is just as upbeat as Poppy, she's almost never tired

She's named Flutterclaw because we know Poppy isn't the best at naming things on the spot (Tiny Diamond)

They invent dragon-back acrobatics for fun

John Dory

A Snafflefang, it's Rhonda :)

When JD abandoned his brothers he sailed to Neverglaide Mountain and met her by accident

Rhonda had never met a Viking before and just treated the poor guy like a scared hatchling

JD is freaking out but eventually they come to an understanding

They've wandered together ever since

The first character to befriend a dragon

SpBruce

A Scauldron! (Not sure of the name yet)

When he left Bruce went to a neighbouring tribe and established an inn for travelers after meeting Brandy

It was very successful until the Scauldron decided to stake claim

The two had an ongoing rivalry so I famous that everyone on the island was privy to it

When a traveler from Berk came to spread word about dragon riding, Bruce thought he'd give it a shot

It took a while to earn the dragon's trust but it worked eventually

The duo protect the island from wild dragons and Bruce's kids

Clay

A Raincutter named Thundertone

When a storm rips through Peppy's fleet, two of the six ships get seperated from the others

These boats hold Viva and Clay, who work together to lead their people on as Peppy would have wanted

They find an island with minimal dragons but their new Chieftess is very fearful of being attacked, so the Vikings of Gulf Island stay hidden

After the brothers reunite, Clay is out brooding in a rainstorm and he meets a Raincutter with an oddly deep roar

He likes how serious the dragon sounds and they bond whole playing in the rain and digging up food for Thundertone

Floyd

A Windgnasher he names Snaowguard

On the night Brozone (the most formidable dragon slaying family on Berk) broke up, Floyd said goodbye to branch but rushed to a boat the moment he was out of sight

He chased after his brothers' boats, seeing JD's not too far off

In his haste, Floyd accidentally skirted into Outcast waters and was captured

They kept him for his dragon killing knowledge thanks to outcasts Velvet and Veneer

Floyd had grown compassionate towards dragons, he never really liked killing them

After 20ish years his brothers rescued him

The previous week Floyd had spent neighbouring with a Windgnasher who he looked out for and bonded with

Floyd made sure she was saved too and Snaowguard repaid his kindness by protecting him and the two became a pair

Viva

A Deadly Nadder named Brightspark

Her fear of dragons rivalled Branch's, especially after the attacks she had to protect her people from after being seperated from her father and baby sister

This means that she is one of the last Vikings to open up to befriending a dragon

Clay, Thundertone, Flutterclaw and Poppy all help her overcome her fear and it comes in handy when she rescues a Deadly Nadder from a dragon trap (possibly her own?)

They're both scarred by their experiences but find an odd sense of comfort in eachother

Peppy

A Terrible Terror he names Matchsticks

After Poppy brings the idea of dragon riding back to Poptrell Island, Peppy of course wants one

Poppy shows him a bunch of fearsome and tough dragons

But Chief Peppy distracted by the Terrible Terror fighting off a Nadder from his pile of fish

He becomes absolutely enamored with the brave little guy and adopts him immediately

Peppy spoils Matchstick so much that even Poppy has to tell him to chill out a little

I have so much lore written for this AU you don't even know

#branch trolls #trolls branch #trolls #trolls band together #trolls poppy #queen poppy #poppy trolls #bruce trolls #trolls bruce #trolls viva #viva trolls #john dory #trolls john dory #john dory trolls #floyd trolls #trolls floyd #clay trolls #trolls clay #httyd au #king peppy #broppy

[drpeppertummy]

marianne swooping in like an angel to save sunny from his woes via Stuff Him Silly

[hunger, stuffing, tummy rubs]

Sunny lay curled up in bed, hugging himself tightly. When he was little, and his nonstop hugging became a problem in school, his mother had taught him to hug himself when he needed one. He'd taken her advice, but, of course, hugging oneself doesn't fill the same void as being held close by somebody else. He sniffled, wrapping his arms as far around himself as they would go, squeezing until his entire torso ached. It didn't help.

It had been a long, difficult, miserable day. He'd woken up feeling sad and grumpy after a restless sleep. He'd tried to make himself a nice breakfast to turn the morning around, but, ever distractible, he'd burned it to the point of near-inedibility, sealing the course his day was set to take. He'd been shouted at by more than a fair share of rude customers at work, and even with Giuliana sticking up for him, he could only take so much. There had been little during the day to cheer him up. There had, however, been plenty of drops in the heavy bucket that was weighing him down. A snippy message from one of his brothers scolding him for letting his niece come home with paint on her shirt, a fall on a slippery floor that had left his knee sore and bruised, a long walk home in the pouring rain while his forgotten umbrella sat safe at home. It was far from the worst day of his life, but it most certainly had not been a good one.

On top of everything else, which would have been plenty on its own, part of the reason Sunny was so upset was his empty stomach. The restaurant had been unusually busy, and he'd barely had time to pause for lunch. Between that and his ruined breakfast, he'd barely eaten a thing all day. His head and his belly ached, and he felt exhausted and miserable. He'd have liked nothing more than to call up a friend and get some dinner together, but nobody was around. He didn't have it in him to get up and go out alone, nor did he have the energy to make anything, so in bed he remained, feeling sad and hungry and overall awful.

His belly rumbled, and he glumly wrapped his arms around his sunken middle. He badly wanted to feed himself, but he just couldn't make himself move. The lousy day had taken all his energy away. His eyes dampened, and his breath hitched in his throat, and before he could stop it, he was crying into his pillow, his aching body shaking with each choked sob. He lay there and cried for some time until he had no energy left to do even that, and then he simply lay there, limp and drained, hiccuping and snuffling into his damp pillow.

Suddenly, the phone rang, startling Sunny out of his teary stupor. Sniffling, he picked it up, wiping his eye. It was Marianne. He held it for a moment, confused; she usually worked Sundays. He answered the phone.

"Hello?" He'd hoped his voice would come out smooth, but it cracked badly as he spoke.

"Sunny honey? You alright?"

"Yeah," he sniffled, his voice still wobbly. "What's up?"

"Well, I was just callin' to see if you were around," she said. "And you sure sound like you could use a little company. You busy?"

"No, I'm around."

"Mind if I come over?"

"I'd love that," he said, almost too eagerly.

Having perked up considerably at the idea of spending time with Marianne, Sunny had dragged himself out of bed and changed from his work clothes into a cozy sweater and jeans by the time she arrived at his door. He still looked thoroughly beaten down, though, his hair disheveled and his face flushed from crying, and she wrapped him up protectively in her arms the moment she saw him.

"Oh, Sunny honey, you look like you've been through the wringer," she exclaimed, squeezing him so tightly he could barely breathe. He clung to her and melted into the warm hug, laying his head against her shoulder. His belly rumbled loudly against her, and she smiled.

"I was hoping you'd say that," she said, running a hand along his side and letting it come to rest on his hollow tummy. "Come on, cutie pie. Let's get some food in that poor little tummy."

"I thought you were workin' tonight," said Sunny as they made their way to the kitchen.

"I took the day off," she said, throwing an arm around him. "Needed a little break, y'know what I mean?"

"Boy, do I," he said, bumping his head against her shoulder. Marianne gave him an affectionate squeeze around the waist, then gently pushed him into a chair.

"You wait right here, pumpkin pie." She planted a warm kiss on his forehead, then turned away to start sorting out dinner. It was only a moment before he was up again and at her side.

Together, with a lot of hugging and teasing and goofing around, they made a big late-night breakfast of eggs, pork roll, and pancakes. Sunny's belly had been growling practically nonstop throughout the process, his mouth watering at the smell, and each impatient rumble had been met with a playful poke or tickle from Marianne. Physically, he still felt horrible, but he'd cheered up drastically just having spent time with her.

It wasn't long before they were sitting at the little kitchen table together with their plates, a bottle of syrup between them. Barely able to keep the drool from falling from his mouth, Sunny dug in, his empty stomach eager to get some relief. Marianne couldn't help but chuckle at his ravenous frenzy.

"Thanks for comin' over," he said with his mouth full.

"You know I'm always happy to come spend a little time with you," she said with a smile. "You're my little cutie pie." Sunny blushed lightly and swallowed his mouthful with a loud gulp. He was already beginning to feel better, and as his belly filled up, he slowed his pace. Marianne, who hadn't been nearly as hungry, was taking her time with her food, enjoying it and the sight of Sunny eating. She took a certain pleasure in noticing that he was slowing down, that he wasn't even halfway through his meal and would likely find himself struggling to finish by the end of it. She would have no trouble finishing her own food; she was a big woman with an appetite to match, and putting away a good-sized plate was no challenge. For Sunny, however, it would be a much more difficult feat.

Sunny paused for a moment, holding a hand against his tummy. A gurgle bubbled up inside him, and he let out a soft burp. He was beginning to feel full. He still had a ways to go on his dinner, though, and he wasn't about to quit now. He forced up another little burp, punctuated by a quiet sigh, then dug out another bite of pancake with his fork. Marianne kept a watchful eye on his belly. The sweater he'd put on was large and loose, concealing his skinny figure for now, but she suspected it wouldn't be long before the bulge of his full tummy was visible against the soft fabric.

Unable to resist, Marianne moved her chair closer to Sunny's and slipped an arm around his waist, resting her hand on his belly. While the sweater kept it hidden, she was pleased to find that it felt slightly rounded under her hand, a subtle curve pushing out against her palm. She kept her hand there, enjoying the feeling of his belly rising and falling with his breath, and he leaned against her, laying his head on her shoulder.

"Getting full?" she teased, giving his tummy a gentle pat.

"No," he fibbed, and she laughed.

"Good, because you've still got a lot left."

As a matter of fact, Sunny was beginning to feel very full. He'd slowed down considerably since his initial starved frenzy. Now he was picking cautiously at his food, hoping to finish without pushing his stomach too far too fast. The pancakes alone would have been more than enough to fill him up; with the added protein of the eggs and the pork roll, he wasn't sure he'd be able to finish. He had about a third of his plate left--a decent-sized portion of the pancakes, one of the two eggs he'd started with, and a tiny scrap of pork roll. The pork roll was easy to polish off, dipped in the egg yolk for good measure, and then he finished the egg. His belly felt tight and strained now, bulging firmly over the waist of his jeans, and he paused to bring up a small burp. It didn't free up much space.

Marianne watched as he began another effort against his pancakes, enjoying the feeling of his taut belly pushing out against her hand. She snuck it up under his sweater, holding it against his warm, hairy skin, and a light blush crept onto his face. He looked up at her, his big dark eyes still red around the edges, and was promptly met with a soft kiss. He set his fork down and wrapped his arms around her. She returned the hug, engulfing him in her sturdy arms and holding him tight, drawing a tiny groan out of him as his too-full tummy was compressed.

"Think you're gonna be able to clean your plate, sweetheart?"

"I don't know. I'm really full," he confessed sheepishly. She let him go and he leaned back in his seat, his round tummy poking out in front of him. Gently, she placed her hands on his sides and gave it a light squeeze. He whined softly at the pressure, and a tiny burp escaped him.

"Ooh, you really are stuffed," she remarked, giving his belly an approving pat. It gurgled uncomfortably in response. "Think you can squeeze in just a little bit more?" Sunny considered that for a moment. His stomach felt stretched taut, straining against everything that had been crammed into it, and he didn't think it could stretch much further. Looking up at Marianne's pleading face, though, he couldn't say no.

"Maybe just a little," he finally agreed.

"Oh, Sunny honey, you're such a good boy," she beamed, taking his jaw in her hands and kissing him on the cheek. His heart fluttered. Still holding his chin in one hand, she took his fork in the other and brought a bite of pancake to his lips. Obediently, his big eyes locked with hers, he opened up for her and ate.

"You just let me know when that little tummy can't take any more, alright, cutie pie?" He nodded, chewing slowly, almost hypnotized by her stare. His belly felt just a little more strained with each bite, slowly growing tighter and tighter. Marianne moved her hand from his chin to his tummy, rubbing gently as he ate, savoring the feeling of the uneasy gurgles rumbling against her palm. Suddenly, a hiccup jolted his full belly against her hand. He groaned, holding his arms cautiously around his middle.

"Aww, sweetheart..." Marianne set the fork down again and held his tummy with both hands. It tensed sharply with another hiccup and let out a strained gurgle.

"I d-hic-don't think I can eat any more," said Sunny, looking tired. "I'm too full."

"I'll say. Your poor belly feels like it's about to pop," said Marianne. "I'd get you some water for those hiccups, but I don't think you could even handle that." He hiccuped again, the movement this time dislodging a small burp, followed by a soft grunt of discomfort. His belly grumbled unhappily.

"Here, sweetheart, why don't we go lie down," she said, standing up and taking his hands. "Get you a little more comfortable, hm?" Obediently, he stood and followed her as she led him back to bed. She gently guided him onto his back, his round tummy sticking straight up, and then she pulled his sweater up out of the way, fully exposing his swollen middle. She unbuttoned his far-too-snug jeans, squeezing ever so slightly as she did, and he couldn't hold back a soft whimper at the painful pressure. She leaned down to plant an apologetic kiss on his bulging tummy and then sat beside him on the bed, rubbing the taut skin. He gazed up at her with soft eyes, his sleepy silence interrupted here and there by a hiccup and the quiet gurgles of his belly as it worked on the big dinner. "I'm glad you c-hic-came over," he said, his voice almost a mumble. He couldn't find the words to say more, but she could see the rest in his eyes--thank you for feeding me, thank you for loving me, thank you for being my friend. He felt warm and cozy despite the dull ache in his overstuffed tummy, and the miserable day he'd endured now seemed a distant memory, the pain and frustration having long since melted away. Smiling fondly, Marianne leaned down to kiss him. Then, she lay down beside him and pulled him into a warm embrace, which he gladly returned. They remained like that until he fell asleep in her arms, and, after some time, lulled by the sound of his stomach and his quiet snoring, she drifted off as well.

#writing #belly kink #tummy kink #stuffing #stuffed belly #hunger kink #xsunnyx #xmariannex #burst mention

[skylabrea]

I was possessed.... I saw the update for 2 Arms Left and I was possessed to write this.... I'm not sorry.

Trigger warning for loss of limbs.

Free falling. 

…

He was free falling. 

…

His fingers were still numb from where he had touched Mikey’s and for a moment everything was a golden orange. And then he was back in the place of his nightmares from so long ago. Back in the cold, and the dark, and the weightlessness of no gravity to tether him anywhere. 

Why would Mikey send him back here? Why would- Floating blood and a flash of blue caught his attention and Leo quickly darted his eyes to see… himself. It was him, just as the worst moment of his life happened. The kid’s eyes were wide with panic and shock as blood and tears floated around him. 

Leo didn’t hesitate to reach out, to pull his younger self close and to wrap the kid in his arms. Spirits, he was just a kid. Had he been this small back then too? The kid was shaking as Leo held him as close as he dared, not caring as blood and tears covered the both of them. He pressed his hands against the kid’s shell as the kid squeezed his eyes shut, curling himself against Leo’s plastron. 

Spirits, he was so small. How could he be so small? Was this how he felt when he saw Leo the first time? The fear? The guilt? The horror? The protectiveness? The want to hold him close and shield him from the pain of it all but knowing that it was too late to save him from the truly worse pain. Knowing that he could only help in the aftermath and nothing more. He couldn’t give back what was stolen so cruelly, but he could save what was left and keep it safe. Keep him alive, keep the small blue flame alight and burning despite it all. 

Another golden portal opened and Leo pulled the kid closer as they started falling right through it. It was a horrible feeling of deja vu. Leo kept his hand pressed against the kid’s wound and kept him pressed to his plastron as the portal opened for them, dropping them back on Staten Island. Bringing them back to their family, back home. 

He kept the kid from hitting the ground as best as he could. He could hear the voices of his brothers, a lot younger than he remembered them being but painfully familiar.

“L-Leo?”

“Is he bleeding? Donnie?” 

“There’s… Leos?” 

The kid’s breathing was speeding up, as was his shaking and Leo quickly sat up as the kid screamed, grabbing the space where his arm used to be and curling up onto himself. Deja vu hit Leo in the worst way, the phantom pain of his own memories making him freeze for a moment as he looked at himself screaming in pain. 

“LEO!” 

“Guys he-” 

“He’s missing an arm.” 

The past echoed. 

DONNIE! You have a torch on that bo don’t you? You are going to have to cauterize it. 

Leo knew what to do. 

“DONNIE BO-STAFF NOW!” He shouted. The kid was still screaming and Leo curled his prosthetic hand to cradle the kid’s head. 

“We need to cauterize it Don,” Leo ordered as he kept the kid’s head from the ground. 

RAPH! Take my scarf, when the wound is sealed press hard!

Leo grabbed the scarf from around his waist. Heh, guess Peepaw was right about Leo needing this one day.

“Got the torch,” Donnie said shakily. The kid was shaking as he gasped and hiccupped. They needed to do this quickly. He had already lost too much blood. Donnie was shaking as he held his bo-staff, he looked so small as he stood there. 

“I… can’t do this,” He trembled. Spirits, they were all kids. Leo couldn’t make them do this, not again. They were all just kids. Leo held out his hand.

“Leo?” Mikey asked shakily. 

“I’ll get the torch.” Leo pulled the kid into his lap, pressing the kid close. 

“I… You’ll be alright,” He whispered as soothingly as he could. They would be alright, Leo would make sure of it. 

The process was quick. Leo worked as fast as he could without hurting the kid anymore than he had to. He felt the heat of the torch as he closed the wound as best as he could, then he wrapped the scarf around the kid, pressing the fabric to the wound hard. He didn’t put the kid down, not once. He couldn’t let the kid go. He could fix this. He wasn’t going to make the kids do this. They didn’t deserve to have to do this, not after all that had just happened. 

As Leo finished wrapping the scarf around the kid he looked at his face. The kid’s eyes were closed, hand pressed against the wound as small pained gasps left his mouth. It was like looking into a twisted mirror. The worst replay of the worst day of his life, except he was on the outside of it and watching it happen to this new Leo. This kid that was him and wasn’t all at the same time. 

Leo stood up. He kept the kid close as he walked with his brothers, the kid’s brothers, away from the island and towards the city. Towards home. The kid curled up in his arms, still gasping and panting with little pained breaths as Leo supported the kid’s head and shell. 

Mikey, please tell me the lair is in tact. 

Leo didn’t need to ask, he knew it was. Leo kept walking, his eyes far away and remembering this whole thing from a different side. 

There you go… Keep putting pressure on that… I know it hurts… 

Leo wanted to speak, to say the same words of encouragement that Peepaw had offered for him, but he couldn’t. He couldn’t get the words out as he just held the shaking kid in his arms. 

I- I’m sorry…

Leo couldn’t say a word as he walked, but he made a silent promise. To himself and the kid. He was going to be to the kid what Peepaw was to him. He would keep him safe and help him through this loss as best as he could. He would protect them all this time. 

He promised.

~~~~~~

@intotheelliwoods, the first time I saw this comic I was hooked and now seeing how it's grown I am just in awe of what you have created. Thank you for making this, I hold this whole story in my heart so dearly. ❤️💜💙🧡

#rottmnt #riseofthetmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #rise raph #rise donnie #rise mikey #2 arms left #2 arms left fanwork #Ell possessed me...... I don't know how else to explain this #I couldn't NOT write this #I had to get it out of my head #and now you all can look at it #my writing

[rayofmisfortune]

Do you ever think about how when Ruin was still under the virus's control, Moon was the first person they saw in who knows how long, the person who he reached out to and begged for help, the person who reassured them that he was planning on saving them, the person who explained practically everything to them when they got cured, one of the people who they owe their LIFE to, and now Moon is the one interrogating them, accusing them of rebuilding eclipse, installing a tracker on them (1/2)

YES

YES I DO AND IT HURTS SO GOSH DARN BAD

New Moon... he just- I used to like him, yes he had his faults even in the past but it was easy to see those as him struggling with coming to terms with being someone who was SOMEONE ELSE before and needing to fit that holr the person left behind. He was relearning everything from scratch. It was understandablw that he would hiccup at some points.

My main appeal of old Moon was mainly that... he could SEE when someone was trying to change, when someone had a chance to turn over a new leaf. Because he HIMSELF had tried and done that. He knew what it was like to be someone viewed in a negative light, but he also knew what it was like to want to BE better and he was lucky enough to get the chance for that. Yes all the celestial family's problems stem from old Moon leaving Eclipse behind in Sun but.. to a level he can't really be blamed for that? He didn't know the killcode would grow sentient, he didn't know it would become its own person. He couldn't have predicted that as it's not something that happened to them before. He wanted to not be a danger to his brother now that they both had their own frames and could exist side to side.

The new Moon... he doesn't KNOW that. He doesn't know why the old Moon did the stuff he did. He doesn't know what it's like to be shaped into a monster by design yet wish for something better, something more. He DOESN'T. He'd never had the chance to learn or experience what that's like. The old Moon had. He doesn't know what to look for in a person to see that they wish to be different but are struggling to do so, or refuse to acknowladge it til the last possible moment. That's why he blasted backup Eclipse, he didn't register the desperation in his voice as genuine ladt ditch attempt to be given a moment to explain. No, he saw it as manipulation. The old Moon, by all means, would hsve most likely picked up on that as... NOT something Eclipse had ever done before. So backup Eclipse was blasted

I think the only reason he picked up on Ruin Eclipse not being the one in control there was solely because he sent Sun into the Ruin dimension and had the proof of that handed to him on a silver platter. Robots there have been infected by a virus that makes them go crazy and kill organic life. So.. he had proof of a person existing under the virus' control. And he did what he could to get that person out of the deep virus riddled sea they were trapped in. Because. He. Had. Proof.

After they managed to cure Ruin Eclipse? He. Had. No. Proof. Of. The. Virus. Being. Gone. He explained everything to them after they woke up, because they needed to know that no, you can't go home. Yes, you're stuck with us now. You were a bad guy. If I remember correctly, Ruin Eclipse was last aware of themself in the year of 2015 or 2017 (< in the episode they woke up, they weren't sure themselves) and the virus had been in their system for... 50ish years? Unsure.

Now we're here. Where they're getting shoved off to the side. Which has been mainly started by the same person that gave them their mind back. Why? Because Moon has no proof of them being cured. He has nothing. So, he's wary, distrustful. Shoving Ruin Eclipse to the side to make them not be a problem. While.. being SURPRISED when they want to help and be included. They didn't ask for this. For all we know they could be locked up in the arcade, reminiscing on how it all probably would be better if they haven't been cured. Haven't been aware. Haven't ever left their dimension. Ect. Ect.

They are lonely and desperate. Confused. Kept out of the loop. They don't know anything unless they ASK. They are thought of as stupid, when.. Ruin, while infected, was miles above Moon and Eclipse combined. To this day, they don't know how he could read what was in the static screens, or even how he did it. No one knows how he did it. And then we have our cured Ruin Eclipse who, may not be as much of a smartsy as Ruin was, but they ARE Sun and Moon combined. They aren't as smart as Moon, sure. But they know how to follow blueprints. If they have a blueprint for something, they can follow it to a T. It's downright insulting to think of them as stupid (same with Sun, he isn't stupid either). Moon thought it necessary to explain how the tracker works at which- Ruin Clipsy was probably thinking something along the lines of "I know how a tracker works."

They just- gosh, they need someone to talk to. To be there with them. Just someone who they can ramble off to, info dump, whatever else they need. Physical touch's important and they've.. I feel like they've been kept away from that a lot

#answered asks #sun and moon show #tsams #sams #ray's ramblings #this got so gosh darn long ahah #lost my train of thought so we're leaving it here jfjfjd

[doxypsychlean]

Was there ever a time, ever a moment?

Pairings:Aemond Targaryen × OC

Summary: "That bastard truly loves her. And she's been toying with him this whole time"

Warnings: Explicit language(more will be added later on, gotta come up w it first)

Multiple Chapters

Next chapter/s: 2 , 3 , 4

Thou shan't repost/ copy/ translate any of my work or I'll sneak into your home late at night and bite your nose off!

English isn't my first language. I don't proofread. I slap commas wherever I feel they're needed.

A/n: Last time I posted on here was eons ago, can't believe I'm back. Anyhoo, I want to see that twat Aemond get his ass kicked by a hot demon chick who just so happens to be from Asshai (Gawd, I love that place sm)

"And where is she?"

"Your Grace, no one has seen her since her arrival. Nor has anyone seen her men".

"I have heard tales of the Asshai'i ,they're an odd people. Live by their own means"

She didn't ever hear her lord husband's words. Queen Alicent scanned the throne room once more, in hopes of spotting her son's betrothed somewhere in the crowd. She could see the young prince's face in the corner of her eye, cocky grin on his face. Nothing but a mask, something to hide the anger that was bubbling inside. Alicent knew her son well. He was not happy with the news of the betrothal his mother had arranged for him. Surprisingly, he consented. As stubborn as he was, he knew it would be for the best to have Asshai as an ally. And yet, he couldn't help it but feel annoyed at this scene his betrothed was causing. The Targaryens hosting an entire feast in honor of the union and the other half wasn't even present.

"Ser Criston, send out a search party. Find them and have them brought here immediately."

"At once, Your Grace."

"That won't be necessary, Ser Criston. Alicent, that's enough. We cannot insult our guests like that, especially not our soon-to-be daughter-in-law. We'll wait."

Viserys didn't understand. Or simply did not care.

"My husband, they are insulting us! First they do not present themselves at court, now they refuse to attend the feast. What will the people say once they hear our own son's betrothed would dare show such disrespect not only to her future husband, but to us as well! To you, my King!" The Queen reasoned "We cannot have that, she must be brought here at once!"

King Viserys only shook his head. He would not have his wife spoil this feast by letting her have the Asshai'i dragged into the throne room as if they were some common criminals.

"Alicent, I said enough!"

"So...brother... Looks like you won't be meeting your betrothed any time soon, aye?" Prince Aegon delivered through hiccups and drunken laughter, patting his brother's shoulder in pretend consolation. "Such a shame, you didn't even get to meet her before she ran off..."

"You're drunk, you don't even know what you're saying."

"Well, of course I am drunk! I'm happy for you, brother! I want to celebrate your marriage! That's why we're all here, right? To celebrate!" Aegon's attention quickly turned to the young servant that was pouring more wine in his glass. After a few seconds of ogling the poor girl, he turned back to his brother "That is, if there's even going to be one."

Aemond had learned to ignore his older brother through the years. Very little of what he said had any meaning to it. However, that bastard could still land a hard blow from time to time.

"Not to worry, brother! I'm sure we'll find you something...eventually" Aegon bursted into a fit of giggles and more hiccups.

"Do not pay him any attention, brother. She will come" Helaena, their younger sister, offered with a warm, reassuring smile. "Stone melts and vines envelope the cold of the night. The bat's teeth shatter as it bites down."

Aemond offered a faint smile in return, while his brother rolled his eyes at his sister-wife's words. Aegon gulped down his almost full glass and signaled for the servant to pour him another one, then turned back to his brother.

"Save it, brother. I care not for anything you have for me."

"Fine, fine. I was j-just trying to chee-"

The loud music, the buzzing of the crowd and his family, his brother's meaningless chatter,it all dissappeared at once. Even his anger dissipated. The world around him quieted down as Aemond looked over to the main entrance.

There stood a stunning young woman, surrounded by about a dozen men. Her shimmering black dress was in total contrast with her ghostly complexion, hugging her figure perfectly. She was staring straight ahead, her eyes not moving to look at anyone or anything around her. Blood red lips moving ever so slightly, she was talking to the man on her left. If he weren't staring at her face, Aemond would've no doubt missed it. She was stunning.

Her men were all covered in black as well. The group stood out like a sore, gloomy thumb. Just like their lady, they were all staring ahead, blank faces and eyes not blinking. Ever.

Suddenly the prince could hear his brother's chatter again. But that was it. The music had died down, so had the crowd and the remainder of his family. Now they were all hushed whispers and wandering eyes.

"Lady Vessard of Asshai! The Ubiquitous Thorok Ainū! Master of Shadows!" Someone's voice stated for all to hear.

"Why is she alone?" The prince heard his mother whisper, seemingly to herself.

"Lady Vessard!" King Viserys rose to his feet, the rest followed. "I hope your journey was pleasant!"

"Indeed it was, Your Grace."

Her words could be heard through the entire throne room, her voice ringing off the high walls, tone flat and words firm. She was moving towards the table the royal family had been sitting at, at unnerving calmness. Her men following close behind.

"My Queen, my King."

"My lady! I'm glad to have you with us at last! We were starting to worry, no one had seen you since your arrival in the capital earlier this morrow." Queen Alicent said.

"Ah, yes." The young woman replied. It was obvious the Queen was expecting some sort of apology. She was not going to get it from her though. "My companions and I decided it'd be best we get familiar with the city, seeing as we'd be spending a large portion of our time here." The woman in front of them said just as calmly.

"I may be the drunk one here, brother, but at least I know I ought to stand up in the presence of a lady." Aemond heard a faint whisper coming from above him. He looked up at his brother. Then around the room. Everyone was on their feet. All except him. He was so smitten with this mysterious woman, the king's second born son didn't notice the people around him stand up as she approached.

Aemond slowly rose to his feet, his chair dragging on the floor with a screech. He winced mentally. The woman's eyes immediately turned to him. She didn't say a word, just stared. Two incredibly large, incredibly black eyes staring at his blue one. Still not blinking. As if they were drinking him up. The normally confident prince averted his gaze.

"Oh, yes-yes! I don't believe you've met my son..." the King began.

"No, I haven't." the woman interrupted. "Prince Aemond." She nodded her head.

Silence. Then a small nudge on his left. He spared his brother an annoyed glance, Aegon was practically shrugging his shoulders at him and the woman in front of them.

"My lady!" The Prince shot at her loudly. She knew his name, and yet he had not even the slightest of an idea who she was.

"It's good to meet you at last."

"Yes,yes it is."

By this point, the whole room was staring at the pair. Observing the rather awkward moment the two were sharing.

Her men's demeanor had changed completely however. Suddenly they were all smiles, all knowing eyes.

"My lady!"

"Prince Aegon. Princess Helaena." Small nod of her head. A smile towards their sister.

"We've heard tales of your beauty, my lady and I must admit they come nowhere near the truth!" Aegon said loud and clear, as if he had completely sobered up in less than a few minutes.

"You have?" She asked playfully, her gaze returning to the prince Aemond. Then they turned to the empty chair on his right.

"My lady" Aemond was quick to get the hint. He circled around the table and stopped in front of her, hand out. She was at least a foot shorter than him, long black hair and sharp, yet somehow soft features. The lady flashed him a toothy smile,dimple appearing on each side of her face. Long fingers found their way around his forearm.

Aemond walked them both over the table, while also trying to prevent himself from stumbling over his own feet. As he even so gallantly offered her the chair next to him, he took another look at the men that were escorting her. They hadn't moved an inch. The same smiles from before still plastered on their faces. The prince sat back down.

She looked at him and then at her men. With a short wave of her hand the dozen men in front of the table dissappeared in small puffs of black smoke, gasps from the people in the room following short after.

"Well, shall we have some music then?"

King Viserys said as he looked over at his son who was staring with amazement at his future wife. He had yet to learn of the true powers the Asshai'i possessed.

The throne room came back to life. The heavy air around them was no more. Aemond, even if not by much, felt slightly better than he did few moments before. Both in soul and mind. Like a heavy curtain he wasn't aware of previously, suddenly got yanked from in front of his face. Everything seemed brighter, even the music was louder than before. He could've swore he could make out the conversations of the people down below them.

"Oh, Prince Aemond..."

His head snapped towards her so fast, he winced a bit. He hoped it went unnoticed. It didn't.

"Yes, my lady?"

She let out a soft laugh. To him it came out as a song. One he'd love to hear over again and again.

"Seeing as we're soon to be wed, I think it best you call me by my name. Rebonna."

"Rebonna." Prince Aemond whispered to himself. Then he realized what he did. A blush crept up his face.

This did not go unnoticed by the lady either. She laughed again, her eyes lighting up a bit.

"Yes, Rebonna."

She smiled, red lips pulling back to reveal white, sharp teeth. Aemond offered a small smile in return. The young prince was so consumed by her mere presence, he missed how the light dissappeared from her eyes and how they darkened by a few shades. The fact that she hadn't blinked once through this whole encounter slipped his mind too...

#aemond one eye #aemond targaryen #hotd #hotd fanfic #aemond targaryen fanfic #sucker for hot demon ladies #really ooc for that dude #powerofblackmagicig #sueme #he just like me fr

[oversharer-that-overshares]

I recently (ahem, yesterday-ish) started reading httyd fics, and i'm noticing there are a lot of Hiccup Runs Before The Final Exam, or he wasn't there to begin with (feral Hiccup ✨) but what if he doesn't start dragon training at all? Like, The Raid was his final opportunity to show that he isn't completely useless at Dragon Killing, and he butched it, snd he was close to dying again or smthng and Stoick stops hoping for Hiccup to be a Beefy Viking Killing Machine, and when they 'talk' on the stairs when Hiccup comes back from freeing Toothless, he tells him that Gobber needs some help in the smithy and that he might learn how to properly make the weapons or tools and that, yeah, there are enough vikings who fight dragons but there aren't enough weapons when they're used viciously on an almost daily basis against Tough Skin

TL;DR: Hiccup becomes a smith, doesn't do the dragon training at all, and he has a bit more time to spend with Toothless bc Gobber thinks he might feel bad about not getting a chance to Beef Out so he cuts him some slack for a little bit, and also the prosthetic might be better/go along faster bc now he's /supposed to/ use the forge, but also might not bc now he has an official job/apprenticeship

He falls further apart from the other teens, who half-think (mainly the twins say) that he died a brutal death or smthg bc now they barely see him, and only to give/get back their weapons/shields/armor when they need fixing; and he gets ever-closer to the Nightfury on his proverbial backyard

He gets good at Smithing, blablabla, meets the Mad Queen, blablabla, gets increasingly stressed thinking abt how to save his best friend, soul-brother, partner-in-crime, adoptive-dragon-parent from the Mad Queen, and Astrid starts noticing him bc he's smoother when he isn't paying attention to others at all and he really is better at smithing than anyone ever thought he'd be good at, well, anything

#httyd #hiccup haddock #toothless #stoick the vast #gobber the belch #fic prompt #bc the gods know that i will not write it but damn do i want to read it #idk how the fuck or why astrid ends up helping when she wasn't kidnapped by a petty dragon #or if she helps at all or hiccup pulls a Main Character thingy #but hiccup ends up beating the queen gaining a herd of dragons (his flock✨) and the other teens stop bullying him if only bc wth you #can control dragons??? and the twins at least are like Sike i want one too #idk #does berk ever find out? do they believe him? does he just free the dragons from the arena in the middle of the night right before #Astrid's Big Day and she just knows that he Messed Up somehow bc he always does and that's why she follows him to the cove and movie canon #folds out? #this extended clearly i needed to talk to someone lmao