#getting fainter every time?

[eufezco]

SUPER SHY - JOEL MILLER x FEM!READER

SUMMARY – when Joel's keeping you company while you're showering, he sees something he wasn't supposed to.

english isn't my first language <3 // this is pure SMUT

A/N – omg it's been so long but i literally have no inspiration so if anyone has any request... also, i've been writing for the walking dead, especially daryl, but that's still in my drafts because i don't know if there's anyone interested in that. ANYWAYS, i hope this isn't so bad

He didn't mind. He truly didn't care. He was sitting on the toilet, bent forward, with his elbows on his knees and one of his legs shaking out of impatience. It was true that he'd rather be doing other things but with a bit of luck you'd be done soon and he'd leave. Although he didn't have much to do either, he was sure they needed some last-minute people to patrol.

He had been sitting on that toilet every night for at least thirty minutes every time you took a shower. Since you lacked music, you needed some other type of distraction and Joel wasn't the best for it but it was your only option.

"What was the last movie you saw?"

"I don't know. I can't remember."

"I'm sure you do remember, you are just too lazy to think. For me, it was Spiderman, my brother took me to the movies but I don't remember enjoying it. What was yours?"

"I think it was Catch Me If You Can."

"Never heard of that."

Of course not, he said to himself. The sound of falling water made your voice sound fainter so he had to readjust his position to hear you better. His back was now against the toilet, he ran his hands over his face. It was starting to get a little hot inside the bathroom as well. Joel looked in your direction, trying to understand what you were saying but quickly looked away. Joel closed his eyes tightly and then opened them wide again without knowing what to do. When he leaned back and looked in your direction, he expected nothing, only the curtain that was hiding you, but instead, he found a perfect view of your round and wet ass.

Joel swallowed nervously and shook his head, trying to erase that image from his mind, but it was so perfect and the water slid so easily down it. No, no, no, fuck he mumbled, massaging his temples. The way his teeth would sink into your skin there, and they would mark your soft skin just right.

"Are you okay?" You peeked your head through the curtain. Your brow furrowed as you saw him looking away.

He nodded.

"Can you pass me the bathrobe, then?"

Fuck, you were doing this on purpose, he thought. He stood from the toilet and you waited behind the curtains. You went out of the shower wrapped in the robe.

"I'll leave so you can change." He announced. His eyes briefly looked away and moved down to your breasts covered by your bathrobe, he could see how hard your nipples were and how the drops of water slid down your cleavage. You raised your eyebrows and Joel never looked you in the face again. He tried to get out of the bathroom, ashamed enough already, when you blocked his way with your body.

"I saw you looking at me, Joel. You won't get away so easily."

He didn't know what to say. Should he apologize? Should he leave anyway? He'd been looking after you practically since this started, since you two met in the woods, the least he could do was apologize for looking at you in such an inappropriate way.

"When was the last time you saw a naked woman?"

Your question caught him off guard. Joel shook his head and took his eyes off you, knowing beforehand what you were about to do. The bathrobe slipped off your shoulders and Joel closed his eyes, not even daring to look at your reflection in the mirror. You couldn't be doing this to him, he was not like the boys you'd been hanging out in Jackson.

"Look at me."

He shook his head. You told him again and this time his eyes laid on yours. You flashed him a smile, how innocent sweet Joel.

"I want you to look at my body, Joel."

Joel called your name, shaking his head again and swallowing nervously.

"I know you want to do it, I saw how you looked at me before. I want you too, but this isn't going to work if you can't even look at me."

His eyes shyly moved from yours to your breasts. He took a glance and closed his eyes. You smiled victorious. You guided one of his hands to caress one side of your body. Joel dared to look at the path his hand was making through your body, how soft the skin of your waist felt against his rough fingers.

You led his hand to cup one of your tits. Your nipple immediately became hard on contact with his palm and your pussy was already clenching around nothing. You'd dreamed so many times about how would his touch feel, and he was barely applying any pressure, nor squeezing it or pinching your nipple, he was just holding your tit in his hand.

Your hand pinched his chin and made him look up at you. His eyes were bright, darker than you'd ever seen them before, and his pupils were big. You fluttered your lashes, inocently and your thumb caressed his lips. You came close enough to his mouth for your breaths to become one, you could feel his beard tickling your lips. You ran your tongue over his lips and he leaned in for a kiss, his lips were so soft and gentle against yours compared to the thick hair of his beard.

You pushed his shoulders and made him sit on the toilet again. His cock was so hard and ready for you, already leaking precum against the fabric of his underwear. He was still unsure about this, not because he didn't want to do it but because you were so beautiful and he was an old man that doubled your age, and his cock was so hard and already throbbing against his stomach, it was almost embarrassing.

Joel put both of his hands on your hips when you placed one of your legs on each side of his body. You wrapped your fingers around his hard cock, giving it a couple of strokes and getting multiple groans from him. You could feel him twitching between your fingers. He was big, some black hairs like the ones on his head decorated the base of his cock and a prominent vein ran down its length, but the most important thing was, that he was thick. You could barely take it all in one hand, and you knew the stretch was going to be perfect.

You lined up his cock at your entrance, allowing only his tip to go inside you, and then you gently lowered yourself. One of your hands moved down to your clit and rub it to get used to the sensation of Joel filling you. He gave you all the time you needed but you were tight and he could feel his cock jumping inside you. Every time your fingers rubbed your clit your cunt clenched and squeezed him even harder.

"You good?" Joel asked, caressing one of your cheeks with the back of his hand. You nodded. "You sure? Oh, fuck-" He moaned when you started rolling your hips against his. Your movements were very delicate as your fingers continued working on your bundle of nerves, helping you to get even wetter and making it easy for you to take him. Joel could feel you dripping down the inside of his legs.

"Yeah, that's a good girl, fuck-" His eyes were locked on where you two connected although he could only see how his cock had completely disappeared inside your pussy. He was enjoying the way your tiny fingers played with your clit.

"Still good?" He asked again and you nodded. You suddenly stopped the movement of your hips against his and he was afraid that you'd hurt yourself. You placed your hands on his broad shoulders, getting a firm grip there to help you lift your hips from his lap. You pulled him out of you, his cock glistening with your juices, and then you dropped yourself back down onto his cock.

A sharp moan came out of Joel's throat and his fingers sank into the flesh of your ass. You repeated that again and again, finally getting used to Joel's width and to the sting of him going inside you deeper and deeper each time. Your hands moved from his shoulder to his face, cupping both of his cheeks and guiding his lips to yours, the sounds that escaped your mouths became one. His hands massaged your breasts shamelessly this time, his palms rubbed your nipples while you leaned your head back, giving him perfect access to your neck.

"I can't- I can't anymore." You cried out, your movements becoming more and more sloppy.

"It's okay. You did well." He gasped, his hands on your hips slowly guiding your movements, giving you enough time to recompose. Joel helped you to wrap your legs around his body, so that when he stood up from the toilet, he could move you with him, his dick still balls deep inside you.

Joel sat you on the sink and he splayed your legs completely open. You sat up on your elbows, looking through your eyelashes as he was admiring how your pussy sucked him. His dick slid inside you easily, his thrusts were stronger than you thought they would be and they made your whole body shake with them. Your throat felt dry and the burn in the pit of your stomach felt warmer and warmer. You dug your nails into his shoulders and pulled him to you, chest to chest.

Your hips rolled involuntarily against his, and you nodded to everything he muttered at you through gritted teeth. Yes, you were a good girl. Yes, you were his good girl. Yes, your pussy belonged to him. Yes, you were about to cum. Yes, you wanted his cum, and yes, you wanted it inside. And who was he to deny you your wishes? With a groan coming straight from his chest and your legs shaking and closing around his body, you both came seconds apart.

Joel stayed inside you, his head resting on your shoulder as you played with the hair on the back of his neck. You giggled. "Look at the shy one."

#joel miller #joel miller smut #joel miller angst #joel miller fluff #joel miller imagine #joel miller x reader #joel miller x y/n #joel miller x female reader #joel miller x f!reader #tlou #tlou smut #tlou fluff #tlou angst #tlou imagine #tlou x reader #tlou x you #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fluff #pedro pascal smut #pedro pascal angst #pedro pascal imagine #pedro pascal x reader #pedro pascal x female reader #the last of us #the last of us smut #the last of us imagine

[strangersteddierthings]

Daily Ficlet

I'm challenging myself to write a little ficlet every day, using the prompts from this list. Today's prompt is coffee smell.

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Eddie wakes to the smell of coffee.

That's not unusual for him. Wayne drinks coffee like water, has it both to wake up and go to bed. It's just that, usually, the coffee smell is fainter, having to make its way from the kitchen and through the door to his bedroom.

Did he leave the door open last night? That'd have been a bad idea, given what Steve and he got up to-

Oh. Oh shit! Steve and he-

Eddie cracks his eyes open finally. He's where he usually is when he wakes up; on the side of the bed closest to the door, on his stomach, arm hanging off the bed and face turned towards the door. The door, which is open, and Eddie knows he closed it because he remembers Steve pinning him against it as soon as Eddie had turned back around. Steve crowding into his space, one hand braced on the door beside Eddie's head, the other curling possessively on Eddie's hip. Steve dipping his head to nibble at his shoulder, before kissing and nibbling his way up Eddie's neck, jaw line, capturing Eddie's bottom lip between his teeth before kissing him properly, like Eddie has been wanting him to do since- well, forever probably.

He does a quick scan of the room, but Steve's shirt isn't on the floor by the door where Eddie had ripped it off him. And that. It's fine. Eddie's used to not getting the guy at the end of the story. There were no expectations, they didn't- well, there were promises whispered, but that's just. It's just the kind of words that slip out when wrapped up in the heat of the moment, yeah?

("God, you're so beautiful, Stevie. Beautiful and perfect for me." "Yes, yes, perfect for you. Wanna be. Wanna be perfect for you. Just you. Yours." "Mine. Just mine. You're mine, and I'm yours." "Yes yes yes yes!")

Just words said in the dark of night. Even if Eddie wants them to be real now. Wants to be Steve's and wants Steve to be his. If he just lays here, he can pretend a bit more. He can pretend that Steve's still asleep on the other side of the bed. That the door is open for any other reason than Steve slipping out while Eddie slept.

His other arm, the one trapped beneath him, is starting to get pins and needles, though, so he has to move. He heaves a sigh and digs his elbow into the mattress, using it as leverage to roll onto his back and away from the edge of the bed and-

"You awake babe?"

Eddie doesn't yelp. He'll deny it happening to the end of his days, but he wasn't expecting to hear a voice. Wasn't expecting- "Stevie."

"That's me," Steve says with a laugh. Steve, who has, apparently this whole time, been sitting up on the other side of the bed, Eddie's well-loved copy of The Hobbit in his hands, his shirt tragically back on. He tosses it softly towards the foot of the bed before shifting to drape himself across Eddie, propping himself up with an elbow near Eddie's head. Steve's other hand comes up to brush the hair from Eddie's face before trailing down his neck, across his shoulder, and down his whole arm, leaving goosebumps in its wake, before Steve tangles their fingers together and gives Eddie's hand a light squeeze that he reciprocates on instinct. It's the right thing to do, Eddie decides, because the smile the spreads across Steve's face is soft and so fond before disappearing from view because Steve lowers himself down to press sweet and gentle kisses to Eddie's lips, once, twice, thrice, before peppering kisses to every inch of Eddie's face he can. Eddie is expecting morning breath, but Steve smells of coffee.

A smile spreads across Eddie's own lips, and laughter follows, because this is so sweet, so fond, makes him feel so safe and loved that the joy Eddie feels has to break free from his body somehow. He chases Steve's mouth down again to kiss him deeper, licking into his mouth to chase the coffee taste. The kisses turn lazy and eventually Steve pulls back, a dopey smile on his face that Eddie is sure is also on his own face. "Good morning."

"Good morning indeed," Eddie says, his thumb rubbing softly against Steve's where they're still holding hands. "Why're you wearing your shirt?"

Steve gives a one shoulder shrug. "Didn't think Wayne would appreciate the view as much as you do."

Eddie blinks up at him. "Wayne's up?"

"He made the coffee that lured me from your bed," Steve says, and his tone is teasing but there's something in his eyes, in the way Eddie feels him tense just the slightest that makes Eddie think 'Oh!' again.

Eddie had been so sure early, that Steve would rather slink away before Eddie woke, but he thinks Steve has the fear of being kicked out now that he's awake. Of having overstayed his welcome, or pushed at a boundary he didn't know Eddie set. Can't have him thinking that. "Well, you're probably right, he wouldn't enjoy the view as much as I. You let me know if that ever changes. I'll not have an old man trying to steal my boyfriend."

That's the right thing to say, Eddie knows immediately. Steve settles completely against him in a way Eddie hadn't known was possible. It's not that Steve gets heavier as he lays across him more, but Eddie feels him press more into him somehow. Clutches tighter at their joined hands and leans back down to rubs his nose against Eddie's cheek. "Worry not, babe. There's only one Munson I want to call boyfriend."

And that. Well. How is Eddie supposed to not kiss Steve -his boyfriend- silly after that?

#steddie #my fic #just a lil ficlet #wayne's just out in the living room turning the tv up so he doesnt have to hear them making out

[dulcesiabits]

lay me down to sleep, p.2.

summary: you die in their arms (ft. alhaitham, scaramouche, la signora, kokomi).

notes: 1.1k words, drabbles, angst, reader death, mentions of violence and blood

Alhaitham

In your final moments, Alhaitham can do nothing but hold you.

Your injuries are fatal. Even if a healer could get to you in time, you’re losing too much blood. There is nothing more he can do to save you.

Your breathing is shallow as Alhaitham tries to ease your pain, stroking your face in that way you so love. Your eyes are stuttering closed as you fight in vain to keep your gaze locked on him.

“I want to go on a date again,” you say lightly, as if this was an ordinary afternoon spent lazing around his flat.

“This weekend, maybe. I can take a break.”

Your laughter turns into coughs, and he rubs your back. “Break? Don’t you mean you’re going to ignore whatever assignments the sages give you?”

“They shouldn’t give tedious assignments, then.”

You sigh, your voice growing fainter. “We’ll see each other again, right?”

“We will.”

You have no more words left, and Alhaitham can do nothing but watch as the life drains out of you, as your breathing stills, as your eyes close for the final time. Then, he delicately lifts up your body in his arms.

What foolish Akademiya sage has conspired against him, deigning to steal the life of someone he loves as petty revenge? Truly, how did someone like that rise in the ranks? Did they mean to break him with this?

Death comes to every living thing, returning them to the forest. He will grieve and learn to live without you one day. That is the natural course of life.

But before then, he will rip his enemies from their seats. You were worth hundreds of those doddering fools, and they will pay the consequences of tearing your future away from you, far too soon.

Scaramouche

How dare you.

How dare you.

You traitorous human, with your foolish promises. What gives you the right to give him a heart and then callously rip it right back out? How could you give a puppet a taste of love and expect him to survive without you?

Blood blooms like flowers across your chest as Scaramouche rips the cloth from his shirt to press against your wounds, but it’s not enough. He knows it’s not enough, but if he doesn’t do something, then...

“You are going to survive,” he spits out, voice ragged, even as he cradles you with all the tenderness afforded to him. “I’m never going to forgive you if you die.”

“Kuni...” you say faintly, blood trailing down your chin. “I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing,” he hisses.

“I love you.”

Stop. Don’t speak like that. Don’t act like this is goodbye. Don’t give up already.

“You’re going to be okay,” he says, hands shaking. Why is there so much blood? His vision blurs, damned tears trailing down his cheeks.

You raise a trembling hand, wiping away his tears with a gentle thumb. He leans into your touch, clutches your hand to him like it’s a lifeline.

Even as your eyes dim, even as your touch grows cold, he doesn’t stop. If Scaramouche keeps holding you, if he keeps fighting against your wounds, then you would be okay, wouldn’t you?

Stupid humans. So weak, so frail. He would have prayed to his mother, given up on his chance of divinity, and still, you leave him anyways. Tears fall like rain on your face, but you can no longer wipe them away.

Scaramouche should known better. The world is nothing but lies, and now it is not even worth believing in without you.

La Signora

The gods cannot take you away from her.

Not you. Never you.

You, with your blinding smile and your gentle touch. You, who melts the frost around her heart, soothes the heat of her eternal agony.

Why must she pay this price again? Are there not thousands of filthy vermin out there, who deserve this more than you?

Maybe it is her fault, for daring to keep you close. For believing she could be happy again. For forgetting, for even a second, that she is no longer an ordinary woman.

“Don’t... cry,” you say. “Rosalyne...”

Had she been crying? La Signora presses her lips against your forehead. “Who did this to you? Who?”

You shake your head. “No... it’s... it’s okay...”

“I won’t let them get away with this. Tell me.”

“No...” Your breath hitches as you try to force words out of your dying throat. “Be... be happy... Don’t...”

Be happy? Without you? Knowing that, once again, she has failed to protect someone she loves?

You fall silent for the last time. She will never know what it is that you were about to say.

La Signora kisses your face reverently, her final blessings to her guiding light. She can never fulfill your dying wishes for her. It’s far, far too late for such a thing. Her happiness dies with you.

The world will pay the price for taking you away.

Kokomi

Think, think, think.

She has to find some way to keep you alive. Thousands of pages of strategies, hundreds of books, and none of them can help her in this moment. What use is a strategist who can’t save the life of the person she loves?

“Don’t hyperventilate,” Kokomi says softly. “Deep breaths. Come on, you can do it.”

A battle rages around her: cries of agony, the clash of steel. Gorou struggling to keep the fighting away from her. But she can only focus on you, on the arrows sticking out of your back.

It’s too late. That’s what all her training whispers. You’re already gone, and she needs to return to the battle. Her healing is useless at this point.

“Kokomi,” you whisper. “Please...”

“You can make it,” she says, ignoring your pleas. Her vision pulses as she sends another fruitless burst of healing your way. “Don’t give up yet.”

“It’s okay,” you breathe. “It’s okay.”

“It will be okay. I’ll keep you safe.”

“I love you.” How could you be so cruel and say goodbye like that when she isn’t ready? Tears burn her eyes as your breathing slows, and stops. Still, she sends another burst of healing. Over, and over, and over.

Your body doesn’t react, and she clutches you close, burying her head into the crook of your neck. There is no war without loss, but it was never supposed to be you, her pearl, her love. Selfishly, she would have traded eternity for a few more minutes in your arms.

So be it.

If you had to pay the price for the Raiden Shogun’s arrogance with your life, then Kokomi would not stop until she tore down the god from her throne.

#liya writes #genshin impact #alhaitham #scaramouche #la signora #kokomi #genshin impact x reader #alhaitham x reader #scaramouche x reader #la signora x reader #kokomi x reader #i <3 making my fav characters lose their shit

[pucksandpower]

Can I request a Charles insta au where his gf receives hate from the fandom and Charles defending her <<3

Charles Leclerc x widow!Reader - Social Media AU

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charles_leclerc date night on the road ❤️

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yourusername so thankful i get to experience all of this with you

charles_leclerc i wouldn’t have it any other way

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carlossainz55 they were so caught up in each other i think they forgot that we joined them for dinner

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leleleclerc or … she doesn’t want to sacrifice her privacy just because she’s dating an f1 driver

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charles_leclerc my pianist in-training

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yourusername emphasis on in-training 🫣

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pierregasly no wonder charles actually let me drive without a fight today

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charles_leclerc and i had a personal space heater

luckyleclerc tell charles that she’s just using him

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charles_leclerc an important note

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pierregasly no one should have to deal with this and especially not someone with a soul as kind as y/n’s

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yourusername It has now been four years without you, my love. Your hoodies no longer smell like you no matter how long I refused to wash them. Your fingerprints on the mirror have been covered by dust. Sometimes I find myself forgetting what your voice sounded like and breaking down in the middle of work. Grief is a horrible thing. But you are permanently imprinted in my heart and my memories of you live on. I fight every day to keep them alive.

I met someone — his name is Charles. In many ways, he reminds me of you. You are both loyal and loving and so incredibly passionate. For the first time in years, I felt my heart come alive again. Charles understands how cruelly love can be snatched away from you. He understands the battle of trying to keep living while melancholy weighs you down. Alongside him, I learned that my heart has room enough for two incredible men and that I can love you both equally and in your own ways.

I know that this is what you would have wanted for me. I know that you’re smiling down on me right now. And it took me a long time to come to terms with it, but I know that it is okay for me to find love and happiness again. I have found it all with Charles. Time will keep passing us by but I promise that my love for you will never grow fainter.

To Ben, I will always love you. To Charles, I will love you just as faithfully until my own dying breath. To those who have supported me, you gave me a reason to keep living. To those who have misjudged and hated on me, I hope that going public with this will set the story straight and at the very least lead to me being treated with basic human decency. Thank you

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[raya-hunter01]

WIP Wednesday (Even thought it's Saturday)

Thank you empressdede and @whatdoeseverybodywant for the tag. This has been sitting in my drafts since December. Enjoy!!

The Christmas Present

Jey's Annual Christmas Party

“There is nothing wrong with Sefa, take that back. Your being plan mean now,” I said offended as Tori one of the new divas was talking about him as he stood across the room totally unaware, or maybe he was, and he just didn’t give a shit what people thought of him.

He always moved in silence…Guarded and the halls always cleared when they saw him coming.

“Get real Eden, it has to be something wrong with him. He just stands there like a knot on a log and doesn’t say anything. I wonder does he show emotions when he has sex or is he like a robot,” she said as Trin interrupted her public undressing of the tribal heir.

“Ain’t nothing wrong with my brother-in-law, he just ain’t with the drama that ya’ll asses bring. Plus, he likes his women real, not surgically enhanced,” Trin said as I smiled at the offended look and Tori’s face before she stormed off.

“Damn tell her how you feel, Trin,” I laughed as she smiled.

“Girl, she mad because he won’t give her the time of day and he likes you,” Trin said winking at me as I shook my head at her before stealing a glance at the baby brother of the Fatu family.

I have to admit, I liked him too, but he was dangerous. They say the most dangerous man in the room is one that doesn’t know the power he has over others, and I don’t think he knows the power he truly has.

I was drawn to him, there was a sadness to him that just made me want to hold him.  

The chaos of the Christmas party long forgotten as I saw him talk to his brothers for a few minutes before going upstairs.

“When are you going to tell him, you like him?’ Trin asked as I sipped on my champagne. “I’m not ready to date yet, Trin,” I said as she scoffed.

“Bullshit It’s been over a year, you need to have some fun,” she said as her thoughts echoed in my mind.

My last relationship had me leery on letting someone into my life again. It’s not every day your boyfriend cheats on you with your cousin. I’m not scared to admit that it fucked me up, but I am slowly working through it.

“I’m going to tell him Merry Christmas, then order me an uber,” I said as she smirked at me.  “An uber? Girl, go upstairs and lay up under that man, stop playin’,” Trin said as I sighed.

“Uh, we are rarely home and I’m going to sleep in my own bed tonight, thank you very much. Plus, I’m sure Jey don’t want folks having sex in his house,” I said giving her a hug as she laughed.

“Aye, where my hug at?” Jey asked engulfing us both in his strong arms. “I really enjoyed the party boo, but I’m about to head out,” I said as he kissed my cheek.

“Head up and see lil bro before you leave. He’s in the spare bedroom, you know where it’s at,” he said as I gave him another hug before going upstairs. The music becoming fainter as I went to the other side of the house.

How do you tell someone you want them to rearrange your insides respectively without sounding desperate. Gently knocking on the door I leaned up against the frame, my hair flowing wild and free as I anxiously waited.

“Who is it?” He asked opening the door as I smiled trying to hide my nervousness. The shocked look on his face told me all I needed to know I made the right decision to come up to see him.

“Are you alone?” I asked as he nervously gulped but couldn’t resist being a smart ass. “Oh, I got a whole party going on in here, you don’t see all these people” he said smartly as I rolled my eyes “Always the smart ass,” I whispered as he cracked a smile.

 “It’s always just me, you know that,” he said as I built up my nerve.

 “Well, how would you like to have a real party for two?” I asked shyly as he opened the door wider allowing me inside as I put my coat on the dresser.

“I was just listening’ to some music on the tv to unwind,” he said clearing his throat going over to turn it off. “No, leave it on,” I whispered sitting down in the chair beside the bed as he turned it down a little and sat down on the bed.

“What happened you been avoiding me all night?” I asked truly wanting to know what was wrong. “I got some shit on my mind, I had to take the kids back to their mom and they didn’t want me to leave,” he said as I sympathized with him.

“I know it gets hard but it’s going to get better, I know it is. They know you love them and just keep making sure they know that.” Reaching over I rubbed his knee in support as he stoic expression never changed but he nodded.

“I just hate I won’t get to spend Christmas with them tomorrow, but I guess I should be thankful they got to open a few of their gifts from me tonight.”

 “Maybe you should call her and see could you stop in and just be there for when they open their other gifts tomorrow,” I suggested as he sighed pulling out his phone texting his ex-wife.  

I hoped she lets him do that, it’s bad enough she moved the kids back here to Pensacola without him knowing.

 I saw a small smile pass his face as he got a text alert. “She said I could come in the morning to see them open their gifts, and eat breakfast with them,” he said as I smiled brightly at him, truly happy for him.

“I’m glad she changed her mind, I can’t even imagine being without my baby on Christmas,” I said as he grabbed my hand, causing me to blush.

“Enough about me though, how is Kason?” he asked as I smiled brightly at the mention of my son’s name. “He’s great, my mom has him for tonight. She thought I needed the break.”

“You do, I mean your like superwoman. You make sure all our schedules are good and constantly taking care of us all. Then you’re a mom to a very busy ten-month-old. Hell, when we leave the building, your night is just getting started,” he said as I tried not to smile.

 He actually was taking notice and appreciative of my work and who I was as a person.

“Yea, it does but I’m just glad Joe talked them into getting me a bus so I can bring him on the road with me. I love how kid friendly the backstage atmosphere is now under Paul’s leadership.”

“Yea, he has that part down good. Now if only the gossip mill would stop wit they shit, maybe I could walk the halls and not be judged by people that don’t even know me,” his voice trailed off.

I knew he heard the whispers of our coworkers. They were afraid of him, they bought into the persona, but I knew better. He was shy and misunderstood but it was their loss and my gain.

“I wanna dance,” I said standing up and holding my hand out to him as his eyes seemed unsure. It was almost as if he wanted to look around to see if there was anyone else in the room with us.

“Uh, with me?” he asked as nodded, not trusting my voice. “It’s a lot that comes along with this and I know you ain’t ready,” Sefa whispered his eyes piercing my soul as I yearned for him.

“Stop worrying, I’m a big girl and I know what I want,” I said unashamed as he licked his lips. “Is that right? Well, tell me again what you want beautiful,” His deep voice awakening something within me that had been doormat for far too long.

“I want to dance with you…Right here…. Right now,” I declared as he stood up pulling me close, our foreheads touching as I caressed his face.

 His nervousness making me almost shy, but I knew if this was going to happen tonight, I needed to take charge. “Sefa, I don’t want to be alone tonight,” I whispered as his eyes found mine again.

Clearing his throat, I waited with bated breath for his answer. “I don’t wanna be alone tonight either,” he whispered nodding as I released the breath I was holding.

 “I was hoping you would say that,” I said, my fingers playing with his beard as he caressed my hips.

 Building up my courage, I tested the waters with a gentle kiss as a deep groan fell from his lips as we tasted each other.

Suddenly, Sefa pulled me closer, deepening our kiss making it even more impossible for me to gather my myself as he ravaged my mouth with his. My hands gripping the back of his shirt as I whimpered against his lips in pleasure.

His kisses, powerful and intentional as I weakened in his arms.

“Mm, Sefa”, I gasped as he released my lips. Shit, he can kiss, and he knew it by the sly smile that adorned his handsome face as we both caught our breaths.

  “You sure?” he asked as I nodded, his hands caressing my face as he claimed my lips again.

“Mmm, tell me you want me and that I ain’t trippin’ right now,” he whispered, his passionate gaze making me fall even deeper under his spell.

“Yes, I want you,” I moaned as his thumb caressed my lower lip. “You want my head between your thighs eatin' that sweet pussy don’t you?”

 His deep voice sending shivers down my spine as I purred in anticipation.

“Yes! Please Sefa,” I begged unashamed, yearning to be claimed as he licked his lips.

“You want all this dick up in dat pussy rearranging them tight walls don’t you?”

Fuck, he knew his power, and I was already under his spell, ready and willing as I whimpered against him unable to speak.

“Are you ready for all of me Eden, I can be a lot baby, but I promise you ain’t gon’ never forget me.”  

I nodded, rendered powerless as his lips slowly descended upon mine, our kisses becoming deeper and more desperate by the second.

“Yes, take me,” I gasped finally finding my voice as we fell onto the bed.  Our lips and hands exploring each other desperately. “You sure?” he whispered against my lips, as I nodded again.

 “Let me here you, Eden. Do you want me?” he groaned, grabbing my hands pinning them above my head as he towered over me .

 “I want you,” I moaned as a low growl fell from his lips. “I want you too,” he moaned claiming my lips again with urgency as I gasped at the intensity but welcomed it.  

I was losing myself, losing myself in him and I loved it.

Whimpering against his mouth, he abruptly released my lips and let my hands go. “Why did you stop?” I panted trying to catch my breath as he searched my face for discomfort.

 “I knew you weren’t ready for this; I’m moving too fast.  Your scared of me, aren’t you?” he asked as I looked at him in confusion.

“What are you talking about?” I asked not getting how he gathered that conclusion.

“Look, I can take it alright, just tell me your scared of me like everybody els is," he said as I sat up beside him still trying to catch my breath.

“Scared of you? Boy, if anything I needed to breathe so I wouldn’t die on your ass,” I said as he looked at me in confusion.

“I’m serious Sefa, whether you know it or not, your very intense and I like it. It actually makes it hard for me to not lose myself around you,” I confessed as he searched my eyes for any deception in my words.  

 “I’m not scared of you Sefa, if I was, I wouldn’t have come up her,” I said reaching over and placing my hand on his knee.

“You sure you’re not scared?  You would tell me, right?” he asked as I smiled at him.

“Now, if you would have asked me this last year, I would have said yes without a second thought. But, I know you now, and up under that tough enforcer attitude you’re a teddy bear,” I said getting up off the bed and going over to the table to fix me a shot of Tequilla.

“I couldn’t tell that you were scared, you chewed my ass out for not speaking to you the first time we ever talked,” he said as I laughed.

“Hell, its rude to not to say at least hello to someone when they speak to you.”

“A’ight you right, I was wrong,” he said as an idea popped into my head.

“Now, since we got that covered, how bout we get out of here and go to my house. I have a beautiful view of the beach and plenty of privacy,” I offered as he stood up slowly walking towards me.

“Going somewhere more private sounds perfect, I mean we don’t need everybody in our business,” he said as I nodded in agreement. Last thing any of us needed was the gossip mill in our business.

 “I’m happy we’re on the same page, let’s get out of here.”

It was easy to sneak away as the party was in full swing, but Sefa shot Jey a text to let him know he was taking me home and would hit him up later.

The ride to my house at first was quiet but something shifted in the atmosphere as leaned over and playfully nipped at his neck as he drove.

“You playin’ a dangerous game Eden,” he growled as I smiled against his neck slowly reaching down, slipping my hands inside his sweats as he groaned.

“Mmhm, a big dangerous game at that and I can’t wait to play,” I whispered in his ear, as I slowly began to stroke him.

 “Damn, you like playin’ with danger, don’t you?” he moaned as I smiled against his neck. His breathing became more ragged as his hands gripped the steering wheel.

 “Yes, now eyes on the road, I got you,” I whispered as he groaned in appreciation. “Mm, shit… Well, go on then and do your thang.”

 My mama ain’t raised no punk, so Sefa’s bout to get a preview of what’s to come. I just pray it don’t get us killed.

“Make the next right and go about two miles up the road, my house is the last one up on the hill,” I whispered in his ear as one of his hands caressed my thigh.

 “I’mma tear dat pussy up, you know dat right,” he moaned. His deep voice echoing throughout the car and making me even wetter than I already was as I continued to stroke him.

 “Yes, and I can’t wait,” I whispered as his grip on the wheel tightened. “Are we almost there?” he gasped as I smirked knowing he was close as I decided to talk him through it.

“You like my hands pleasing you, don’t you?” I asked as he nodded in concentration putting his other hand back on the wheel.

“Don’t hold back, I want you to let go,” I encouraged as he melted into me. “There is my house, turn in and park,” I said as he quickly pulled into my driveway, throwing the car in park and cutting it off.

"Now, keep your hands on the wheel,” I said as he turned, resting his forehead against mine, keeping his hands on the wheel as I continued to please him.

“Why did you come with me tonight?” I whispered, licking his lips as groaned catching my tongue between his lips as we shared a sloppy wet kiss.

 “Mmm, you know why. Tell me why you wanted me to come?” he moaned, trying to regain control of the situation.

“I wanted you to devour this pussy,” I whispered as he moaned against my lips.

“Now you tell me why you came? Tell me Sefa,” I whispered, beginning to stroke him faster as he gasped.

 “I wanted to have you all to myself and make you scream my fuckin’ name all night long,” he growled grasping my face and claiming my lips in a passionate kiss as he came.

His body trembling as he found his much-needed release. Looking handsome more than ever as he rode out his climax as I watched in awe.

Yea, he defiantly needed that, and I was happy to help.  

“Damn Eden, that was-” he moaned caressing my face, not able to finish his sentence, I smiled.

“It was my pleasure,” I whispered tenderly kissing his lips.

“Now, let me see if you taste as good as you look right now,” I said as he watched me through heavy lids.  

Slowly I leaned down, and licked his cum off of his stomach as he gasped in shock at my actions. Not leaving a single drop, I then slid back into my seat. “Let me see Eden, open up beautiful.” Staring innocently at him, I opened my mouth and released my tongue for him to see.

 “Fuck, dats what I’m talkin’ bout. Mmhm, now swallow dat shit,” he commanded as I did as he instructed.

“Mmm, you taste good,” I whispered licking my lips as he moaned. His powerful gaze awakening the woman within me.   

“You askin’ for trouble,” he hissed as I smirked, before exiting the car as he readjusted himself back into his sweats.

Anxiously, I went to unlock the front door, before turning around to see if Sefa was behind me, but he was still sitting in the car in a daze.

“Stop overthinking Sefa, it’s no rules here,” I said going inside and heading upstairs, dropping articles of clothing along the way as I made my way to my room.

 Hearing his footsteps, I sat down on the side of the bed, crossing my legs wearing only my black stilettos and a smile.

In all honesty I was scared to death, but excited if that made sense.

 My heart began to race as Sefa appeared in the doorway in all his naked glory. My pussy drippin’ and throbbing in anticipation, knowing at any moment he was going to completely engulf me within his flame, and I couldn’t wait.

“I see your waiting for me like a good girl,” he whispered as I smiled holding out my hand to him as he came closer.

“I see you’re ready again,” I whispered looking at his throbbing erection as he smirked.  “Oh, I stay ready and you betta be ready,” he said his voice making me wet as fuck as I moaned at his words.

“Come find out,” I whispered as he took my hand and smiled.  “Are you sure?” he asked once again kneeling before me as I smiled.

 “More than you’ll ever know,” I said as our lips met in another passionate kiss.

 “Merry Christmas, Sefa.”

 “Merry Christmas, Eden” he whispered easing me back onto the bed as I welcomed all of him.  His hands caressing my body as raked my nails down his back in pleasure as he nibbled and sucked on my breasts.

 “Let me see if you taste as good as I imagined,” he panted moving his kisses to my stomach as I gasped.  Fuck, with how this man kisses I know he can give some bomb ass head.

“Are you gon’ give it all to me like a good girl?” Sefa asked dipping his tongue into my belly button as I moaned, running my fingers through his hair.

“Yes! I’mma give it all to you,” I moaned staring down at him in anticipation as he wore a mischievous smirk as my body trembled.

“Well, let me open up my first Christmas present then,” he whispered as his head disappeared between my thighs.

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[cabotwife]

(i) May the Odds Be Ever in Your Favor

series masterlist

chapter warnings: poorly written, nothing else really tbh? not proofread

word count: 2009

❧ summary: something always goes wrong, Finnick knew this. he knows that nobody in this world is safe from the wrath of the Capitol, but he thought that he could at least keep you safe.

✮

the sharp smell of salt filled the air as you threw yourself down on the warm sand. your eyelids feel heavy, threatening to close, but just before they could completely shut, you caught a glimpse of your younger brother, playfully kicking at the shallow waves that lapped at his feet.

a soft, serene smile graces your lips as you watch your brother, innocence personified, lost in his own world of play.

the day had been unusually peaceful. everyone had been given the day off from work, their minds preoccupied with the reaping scheduled for tomorrow. and yet, in spite of the looming uncertainty, everyone seemed to be making the most of today.

you and Percy had decided to spend the entire day on the beach, setting aside your worries for a moment and just being kids, reveling in the simple pleasures of life. Finnick and Annie had made a brief appearance at one point, their company adding to the joy of the day, but they only stayed for a few hours until they eventually retreated back to our hut.

suddenly, you heard Percy call your name. his voice echoed in the air, making your smile grow wider. pushing yourself up, you followed his gaze to see what he was looking at. your smile dropped as quickly as it had appeared when you saw the Capitol train rushing past, eventually coming to a halt at the train station, now completely out of your view.

"why're they here so early?" you heard your brother ask. you turned to see him standing next to you, his wide eyes still trained on the spot where the train had disappeared. "they're not supposed to be here 'till tomorrow, aren't they?" he asked, his head tilting in confusion.

you sighed, shrugged your shoulders, "i dunno, Perce." you brushed the sand off your shorts and looked at him.

the sun had already begun to set and the air still held the heat of the day. out of the corner of your eye you can see the blonde boy fidgeting with his necklace.

"how many times did you put your name in?" you ask, hoping to distract him as you both walk up the beach.

Percy stays silent for a moment, deep in thought before he finally responds, "more than i should have," he mumbles.

his words send a pang of worry through you, but you keep your face neutral. you continue walking, glancing at him every now and again. "you'll be okay," you finally assure him, your tone leaving no room for argument. "you're only fourteen, i doubt you'll be picked."

"Finn was fourteen," Percy retorts, his arms crossed over his chest defensively.

"yeah, well, shut up," you huff, playfully shoving him by the head.

Percy fixes his hair and glances up at you. the two of you walked in silence for a moment before he suddenly takes off sprinting up the beach, kicking sand back at you. "first one home gets a hot shower!" he shouts.

as soon as the words register in your mind, you find yourself chasing after him, laughing as you sprint towards the hut, closing the gap between you two.

you both run as fast as you can. you’re obviously quicker than your younger counterpart but he had a head start.

eventually though, he beats you through the front door.

“hah!” Percy sticks his tongue out at you, his cheeks flushed with victory. he tugs his sandy shirt over his head as he stumbles his way towards the bathroom, the sound of his footsteps becoming fainter.

you only roll your eyes at his antics, turning your gaze to your other brother. with a warm smile forming on your lips, you approach where he stands at the kitchen counter, engrossed in his task. "hi Finny," you hum, leaning over his shoulder to catch a glimpse of what he’s doing.

Finnick chuckles in response as he spares you a brief glance before refocusing his attention on his task at hand, "hey, y/n.”

a comfortable silence descends, only disturbed by the rhythmic sound of Finnick’s knife hitting the cutting board and the distant echo of Percy’s shower.

after a moment of silence, curiosity piques your interest. “where’s Annie?” you ask, your gaze shifting back up to the tall blonde. his hesitation is noticeable as he chooses his words carefully, “she.. went out. she gets antsy during this time of year, but she’ll be back in time for supper," he reassures you, a comforting smile tugging at his lips.

nodding in understanding, you allow the silence to settle again. after a few minutes you retreat from your older brother's presence, heading towards the room you share with Percy.

⚘

by the time Finnick finishes preparing dinner, Percy has emerged from his shower, and Annie has returned from her walk. the family dinner, like all usual, is peaceful — a time when you all can put aside the burdens of the world and simply enjoy each other's company.

as the night descends, you find yourself lying in bed, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought hours since you’ve been put to bed. Percy had fallen asleep almost immediately, his mind free from worry. eventually, your own eyes grow heavy, and you fall into the comforting embrace of sleep.

⚘

you're jolted awake the next morning by Percy shaking you. “y/n!” he huffs, tugging at your arm.

“what do you want, Percy,” you mumble, pulling your arm away from him and draping it over your eyes.

ignoring your obvious irritation, Percy rolls his eyes, “you have to get up, The Reaping’s today.”

groaning, you pull your arm away from your face, your gaze meeting the younger boy's. you sigh heavily, pushing yourself up.

“out,” you demand, nudging Percy's shoulder as you rise to your feet. Percy, however, doesn't budge. he just continues to stare up at you, his expression unreadable.

“Percy, get out. i have to change,” you grunt, crossing your arms in annoyance. but then Percy launches himself forward at you, his arms wrapping around you in a tight embrace, his face buried in your sleep shirt.

after a moment of surprise, you return his hug, your arms encircling his small frame. “Perce?” you murmur, looking down at him with a questioning gaze.

he shifts slightly, “i love you,” he mutters before abruptly pulling away and darting out of the room. you watch him leave, your eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

shaking off the abnormal encounter, you turn your attention to getting dressed. you easily opt for a loose, dark blue shirt and baggy black shorts, knowing how hot the summers get around here.

as soon as you finish dressing yourself you make your way to the living room, still rubbing the sleep from your eyes. when you look up you see everyone else standing around, waiting for you.

Annie offers you a gentle, comforting smile as she walks over to you. you look at her, a feeling of uncertainty burning in your stomach as you take in her outfit, especially her thick white sweater which seems completely out of place. “you’re going to overheat,” you mumble flatly, pointing at said sweater.

the older woman only hums in response, looking down at her clothes with an amused expression, “i’ll roll my sleeves up then, we won’t be out there for too long.” her voice is light, but her eyes betray a hint of worry.

you bite your lip and shuffle your feet as you look past her to your older brother. “you guys don’t have to go, y’know,” you tilt your head, looking back to the redhead again.

Finnick rolls his eyes as he walks to the front door, his usual teasing demeanor in place. “well we are, ‘kay?” he raises an eyebrow and tugs the door open with more force than necessary. “you done prettying yourself up now? we can go?”

you huff but nod, following Annie and Percy out the door. Finnick leaves last, closing the door behind him with a soft click that seems to echo in the silence.

the walk to The Justice Building isn’t too bad. it's not a far walk, and your older brother tries to keep the mood light. but despite his efforts, you and Percy keep glancing at each other, the worst possible scenario consuming your thoughts.

you and your little brother are both of age to be reaped, and you’re opposite genders. it’s a chilling thought, but it’s completely possible that you both could be called. and only one can leave the arena. your stomach churns at the thought. you close your eyes and swallow, trying to push the fear and uncertainty to the back of your mind.

you let out a breath you didn't realize you were holding when you see The Justice Building. your fingers begin twitching at your side, a telltale sign of your growing anxiety.

as soon as you reach the stairs, a wave of nausea washes over you. you tug and pull at your fingers as you and Percy go to check in with the Peacekeepers.

your eyes lock with your little brother’s as you get shoved towards the female section of the contestants. “i love you,” you mouth to him, a frown tugging at your lips as he gets pulled away by another Peacekeeper.

the room is filled with worried chatter and children whining as they’re lined up in front of the stage. the stage houses a tall microphone and two huge clear bowls filled with folded white slips of paper - the fates of so many written on each one.

after what feels like an eternity, a tall, pale woman with the tallest hair you’ve ever seen walks onto the stage. she has a regal air about her, an unmistakable sign of her Capitol origins.

the woman clears her throat and taps the microphone, causing a terrible sound to ring over the audience. but she just grins, “welcome ladies and gentlemen!” she says in a singsong voice, “happy Hunger Games and may the odds be ever in your favor.” the crowd stays silent as she claps her hands together slightly, her smile never falling.

“well then..” the woman hums, acknowledging the uncomfortable silence as she waves a small remote around, “let’s temporarily direct our attention to this wonderful film, brought to us all the way from the Capitol,” the woman beams, clicking a button on her remote, causing an image to appear above her.

as the video plays, you can hear the whispering of girls behind you. your fingers twitch at your side as you stare wordlessly at the screen, your mind spinning with a million thoughts.

you bite your lip, the sound of the woman talking again snapping you out of your thoughts. “now.. let’s see who will have the honor of representing district 4!” she exclaims gleefully as she turns one of the clear bowls of paper. “ladies first.” she hums, digging her hand into the bowl.

the woman’s fingers dance around the top slips of paper before she pushes her hand deeper, grabbing one from the very bottom.

tension fills the room as you watch her pull the folded slip from the bowl.

she slowly unfolds the paper, her smile never leaving her face as she reads the name. she looks out to the crowd, “Y/n Odair!” she sings out the name, the echo of her voice a chilling reminder of what’s to come.

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[mobbu-min]

☆ cat, kitty, cat (2) ☆

summary: In which an alchemy lesson went wrong and your favorite housewarden is turned into a kitten. Now you're tasked with caring for him.

a/n: due to popular demand, here is pt.2 to cat, kitty, cat! i can't thank you all enough for all the support and likes i've gotten! i couldn't fit all the housewarden in this part, but i will in pt.3!

featuring: Azul Ashengrotto, Kalim Al-Asim

!tw! cursing, spider, the leech twins

*you can find the other parts here! -> one, three

Azul Ashengrotto <3

“Get away from me, Floyd! I came for Azul! Not you!” You shouted in fear. Your breaths come out haggard the faster you push yourself to run.

“Oh~ C’mon shrimpy! Play with me!” Floyd laughed, running at you with full speed.

It was something out of a horror film. The narrow hallway, flickering lights, Floyd’s heavy footsteps and joyful, definitely maniacal, laughter. It was too much for your poor heart to handle. You really wished Azul would choose a better place to meet up. You basically had a whole ass workout every time you visited Monstro Lounge.

As fast as you could, you slammed open the door and shut it in the nick of time. Floyd’s loud whines echoing in your ears. Taking a large breath, you teased behind the thick door, “Ha! I won this time you slimy bitch!”

“I told you I’m not slimy! Just slippery!” You could see Floyd’s annoyed frown and ‘puppy-dog’ eyes. His manic laughter caught you off guard though. “Ahaha! I totally forgot!”

“Forgot what?” You questioned, leaning your ear against the door.

“Oh nothing shrimpy~ Have fun with Azul~” Floyd cooed, his footsteps growing fainter by the second. With a huff, you gently kicked the door in annoyance.

“Damn overgrown beanpole. You really like to get under my skin.” You groaned. Shaking your head you turned around and sat on one of the couches. It was odd for Azul not to be here directly after school and clubs, but chalked it up to him talking to potential clients. “That Azul, ever the hard worker.”

Just as you were about to relax, papers from Azul’s desk scattered across the floor followed by quick scampering. His rollie chair spinning around from the sudden movements. You stood up in a haste. Your heart pumping with fear.

What the hell was that?

You took hesitant steps towards his desk. Slowly coming to terms that maybe Floyd wasn’t just trying to get you riled up. He was eccentric, maybe a little psychotic, but he’s never really been big on lying like Jade. Oh, how you disliked the two.

“H-hello?” you called out gently. Slapping your hand on your face, you muttered, “why would anyone answer that?”

Shaking off your fear, you decided to go for it. Maybe it was just the air conditioning that did that. Yeah, surely it was just the air conditioning. But if it was someone who snuck in, you knew you had to at least do something about it.

Taking large quiet steps, you slowly got onto of Azul’s desk. The intruder wouldn’t expect an attack from above that's for sure. Your hands slowly took a hold of the ledge of the desk and with a deep breath, you stuck your head down.

“I got you!”

As a response, you got the least thing you were expecting. A scared shrill hiss. You blinked and jumped off the desk and crouched in front of the noise. You breathed a sigh of relief and gently cooed at the frightened creature.

“Oh, it’s just a kitten.”

Said kittens backed itself into a corner. Its chubby body curled up and its paws swatted at your hands. Luckily for you, your sleeves covered any attacks from its claws. Fingers delicately petting the top of its head to its ears to calm the small kitten. Trying to show that you were no threat.

“There, there. I’m not here to hurt you, buddy. I’m your friend, not an enemy.” To show your friendliness, you let your hand fall millimeters from his face. Urging it to come close. Slowly, but surely did the kitten sniff your hand and softly butted his small head against your outstretched hand. A small purr escaped its chest. Smiling, you gently coaxed it out of its hiding spot, “See, no one’s here to hurt you little guy. C’mon out, I promise I won’t bite.”

Timidly the little cat walked out of its hiding spot. It stared at you curiously. Soft lilac eyes blinked up at you, sparkling with wonder. Chuckling, you patted your lap signaling the kitten to hop on. Struggling a little due to its chubby body, the kitten soon situated itself on your lap. Snuggling against your thigh.

“You’re adorable. Hm, I wonder why you're here. Did Azul finally open up to my idea about getting a pet?” You laughed at the little kitten licks to your hand, “I guess he did! Azul’s kinda a funny guy if you think about it. Always going on and on about contracts, you'd think he’s an old man disguised as a teenage boy.”

You talked to the kitten for what felt like hours. Slowly forgetting your plans with Azul. The kitten merely purred and curled up impossibly close to your stomach. Finding comfort in your warmth and gentle hands.

The door to Azul’s office opened and out came Jade, holding a container of water and a can of tuna. A look of surprise flashed upon his face. Soon his signature smile graced his pale features again. Walking to you, he greeted you politely, “Good evening, (y/n). I see you and Azul are faring well.”

“Hello to you, Jade. And unfortunately no, Azul and I aren’t faring well. He’s late.” You huffed with a shake of your head. Standing up, you took the kitten in your arms and showed him to Jade, “All I found was a cat, a cute one at that.”

An amused smirk made its way to Jade’s face. Stifling a chuckle, he played along with your obliviousness. Poking the kitten’s belly, he chuckled, “My what a cute little belly. Surely, he must be hungry?”

You gasped and smiled in delight. “I totally forgot that he needs to eat! He’s a baby after all.”

Setting him on Azul’s desk, Jade placed down the tuna and water and pushed the kitten towards the food. “Go on.”

It shook in its place, backing away from Jade’s gaze and mischievous smile. Oblivious to Jade’s expression, you frowned and pushed the kitten forwards, “Eat up. I’m sure you're hungry.” It shook its head. Pushing it forwards, you coaxed, “Go kit-”

“Jade, grab Azul and let’s go!” Floyd said, slouching against the doorframe. His sleepy eyes immediately perked up at the sight of you and the kitten, “Oh! Shrimpy, you’re still here! Been keeping Azul company?”

“They have, though I think I may have given (y/n) too much credit in the brain department. It seems they don’t know the identity of the kitten they’ve grown so fond of.” Jaded answered, walking to stand besides his brother. Two pairs of eyes boring into your frozen body.

T-true identity? You thought, carefully picking up the kitten that squirmed in your hold. Like ice melting from the heat, you stared at the twin totally baffled and shouted, “Why didn’t you tell me earlier!”

☆☆☆

⋆ You didn’t trust either Jade or Floyd to take care of kitten Azul, so you took him back to Ramshackle. Of course, not after Floyd chasing after you, screaming how he just wants to give you and Azul a ‘goodbye squeeze’ aka death. Azul knew better and stayed in the breast pocket of your jacket until the both of you got in the safety of your dorm.

⋆ Maybe i'm a little biased, but Azul’s the cutest kitten. Big round lilac eyes and the softest gray fur. Not to mention his little pancita! So fucking adorable. Tho beware the more you coo and gush over his cuteness, the more embarrassed he gets and attempts to hide away.

⋆ Will faint the moment you press kisses to his little head. And literally wants to die the moment he starts to purr. It’s so embarrassing and your soft laugh doesn’t help!

⋆ Unlike most cats, he loves to play in water. Fill the bathtub up, he’ll happily splash around. This makes bathtime so much easier for you, because Grim always puts up a fight. Azul will fall asleep the moment you bundle him up like a burrito and cradle him to your chest. It's the calmest and most relaxed you’ve ever seen the devious business man to be.

⋆ Unlike the others, Azul will walk beside you and prefers to do so. It gives him some sort of semblance of normalcy. Be careful, because the moment Azul scampers up your leg it's time to book it. The both of you aren’t taking any chances of being crushed to death.

⋆ Like Riddle, he tries to keep up with his studies but it’s not really a priority. Because the moment you are in his line of sight, he’s walking right besides you and meowing for you to acknowledge him.

⋆ Speaking of acknowledging him, you thought Leona was bad, Azul on a whole other level. He’s a little attention seeker and refuses to leave you alone if you don’t scratch behind his ear or pet his head. He will crawl up your leg the longer you ignore him. If he’s feeling daring, he’ll climb up a tree or something high and scream until you come to get him.

⋆ Overall, Azul is pretty chill and living his best life in your arms, though he’ll never say it.

“What else does it look like? It’s coupons for the Monstro Lounge. You’ve wor-eh? N-no! I’m not trying to bribe you to forget! (coughs and clears throat) Ahem, please forgive my outburst. I’ll see you and Grim later tonight.”

Kalim Al-Asim <3

You were wrong, so terribly wrong.

You thought that your braincell and Kalim’s braincell would be able to join forces and make the ulimate braincell, powerful enough to rival Riddles. However you never considered that maybe you and Kalim didn’t have a braincell to begin with.

Well, you did, but that flew out the window in the presence of the sweet housewardern, but that doesn’t matter right now.

What matters is the fact that your lab partner, also number one bestie, stared up at you with the cutest red eyes known to man. You fell to your knees the moment the sweetest meow came out of his mouth. Wiping away your tears, you stared at the spotted kitten.

Maybe you should have listened to Crewel when he said that it wasn’t the brightest idea for the two of you to be paired up together. But alas, you assumed the best and, truthfully, you got the best.

“You’re the absolutely cutest, Kalim! So soft!” You gushed, cradling Kalim close to your chest. Humming in satisfaction the moment purrs escaped his throat. He, what you would only assume, smiled up at you and meowed in delight. “Adorable! Kalim you’re so cute!”

The two of you continued to play on the floor of the alchemy room. Ignorant to the confused and concerned gazes of your classmates or the exasperated sigh of your teacher. In your world, it was only you and Kalim.

That all came crashing down the moment you felt the burning anger of your fellow friend and Kalim’s vice-housewarden grazed your back. Kalim must have felt it too, because in an instant he was clinging to your shirt. Refusing to let go.

“What. the. hell. happened.”

Scooting to stare up at Jamil, you pointed to Kalim and gave him a nervous smile. Your brows creasing in fear and worry, “Um…congrats! You have a pet now!”

Jamil was pissed, Kalim was shaking, and you were on the verge of tears. You didn’t want to die, but it seems like this was the end for you. The cruel cold clutches of death are already clawing at your hands.

Jamil stared down at your tearful face and Kalim’s big red eyes. Pinching the bridge of his nose, he sighed. “Oh great sevens.”

Picking Kalim up by his scruff and you by your collar, he shook his head and dragged the both of you out, “I’m never leaving the two of you alone again.”

☆☆☆

⋆ Jamil wouldn’t let Kalim stay with you, unfortunately. Something about poison, family expectations and standards yada yada. You couldn’t hear him over your whining and tears and over Kalim’s sad meowing.

⋆ But you and Kalim are together during the day at least.

⋆ Kalim fur is a light brownish-orange with dark brown spots with a off-white belly. He’s the second smallest of the seven but the most energetic. Like his human counterpart, he has really big red eyes that kinda spooked you when he snuck into your room in the middle of the night. He just stared at you, making no moves, just staring.

⋆ Grim screamed bloody murder that night.

⋆ Kalim refuses to set foot on the ground when you're with him. Just loves sitting on your shoulder or head and staring at everyone and everything because of the new height. Loves to hang out in your pockets. He’s small enough to sleep comfortably in it.

⋆ Another love is to scare you. If Kalim’s not with you, you already know what’s going to happen the moment you turn around a corner or walk by anywhere big enough to hide the energetic kitten. Please pretend to be scared, because his reaction to your ‘frightened’ scream is the best. He jumps around then rolls on the ground then presses up against your leg as an apology.

⋆ Will proudly show you his ‘kills’ which are literally a leaf or flower that's sorta messed up. But Kalim’s funny in a way that you never truly know what you’re going to get despite his typical finding. One day it's a pretty flower, another he’s dropping a big ass hairy spider on your lap and you're screaming and crying, and the next it’s the answers to the next test.

⋆ Overall, a very energetic kitten that makes your day bright and leaves Jamil with the worst headaches in his life.

"Let’s have a sleep over tonight! Eh? What do you mean? (chuckling nervously) O-oh, I did that? Hehe, sorry sorry! I was probably enchanted by your cuteness! So is that a yes or a no to that sleep over? Jamil’s making your favorite!”

#azul x reader #azul ashengrotto x reader #kalim x reader #kalim al asim x reader #twst x reader #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland hcs #twst hcs

[hyatoro]

[Angst,maybe doft ending if u want to] Minsu with a Reader that's being forced into a marriage,reader doesn't like the idea of being with Minsu too much,but would rather be with him than with a random spoiled omega

-A.M anon!!

Hwang Minsu

Okay so I can’t see this being an arranged marriage through your parents since he and his family never really had much to offer so here’s how it’s twisted to fit a similar narrative. 

He’s an orphan so he didn’t really have people to push him into an arranged marriage, but he put his name into one of those match making organizations like a lottery ticket kind of thing. Very little hope, but just a hint of ‘maybe maybe not’.  

Your parents had an omega lined up for you, but you’d already met them before and you find them unbearable. So they eventually give you an ultimatum and insist you marry somehow. 

So you put your own name into this match making service as a passive thing while you look for other possible matches on your own, but you get a call back sooner than you’d think. 

Your match is Hwang Minsu. They have a hard time selling him, since he’s a night shift convenience store worker with little else to his name. But your personal search is coming up short and wait a damn second. 

You know this guy. You go to the convenience store he works at like every week for a late night snack. 

You shoot a response to the organization and opt to just meet him directly at the store. 

When you pull out the email he pulls out his own in surprise. 

So you spend your time chatting him up and from this and all your previous interactions he seems good enough. Nothing like that sack of shit your parents wanted to pair you up with. 

After a few more visits you ask him straight up, would he want to just marry you. 

He’s shocked. You’re a little surprised with yourself too. 

Actually he’d been obsessed with you since that time you approached him with the email, gobsmacked that anyone would entertain the idea of being with him. 

But he’s hesitant, because he knows for a fact that you don’t know what his scent is since he’s used to wearing scent patches, along with the fact that his scent is fainter than most. 

So he says that. “I-I’d love to, but you just have to…” and he peels off the patch and bares his neck to you shyly, worried out of his mind that this is what loses him this chance. 

You lean in and take a whiff. It’s weak, which isn’t helped from being suppressed by the patch, but it’s pleasant. You give a non-committal nod as you lean back and relief floods his veins. 

The papers fly by in a whirlwind and there’s no real wedding. He’s a little disappointed but he’s overshadowed by him moving in with you. It’s like when a kid first enters a candy store, where they’re all amazed by everything and scared to touch even the walls. And then he takes to it like a fish to water. 

You treat him like a roommate, but he treats you like a proper spouse. He greets you when you come back and he learns to cook as best as he can. [See house husband post]

As weird as the dude is, you don’t mind too much since he cleans up after himself. Yes you know what he does with your stuff. As long as it hits the wash and is folded up before you need it then it doesn’t matter. 

At some point in the future you can warm up to him and stuff, but that’s how your strange relationship starts. 

#Sub!yandere #dom!reader #yandere x reader #yandere x you #yandere oc x reader #dom reader #sub yandere #yandere oc #x reader #nightshift!yandere #Hwang Minsu #request #alpha!reader #alpha reader #omega!yandere #omegaverse #AM anon #sorry i couldnt make this one particularly angsty

[ch3rrytales]

take care of yourself - remus lupin

a/n: hi everyone, i'm florie! i used to have another writing blog but i've sort of grown out of what i used to write so i thought i would start off fresh. so here's a quick little remus blurb for you :) requests are open. thanks for reading and all support and criticism is appreciated! (unedited)

pairing: remus lupin x fem!reader

summary: you just wanna take care of your boyfriend. your boyfriend is a stubborn git who thinks he can take everything on all on his own.

word count: 893

warning(s): none as far as i'm aware

You skipped up the steps to the girl’s dormitories, books still heavy in your arms. You longed for a warm cup of tea and the comfort of your bed, OWLs prep was steadily chipping away at your energy and you were sure you would practically burst into tears at the next mention of them. 

As you reached your door you could hear a faint grumble coming from inside, so before you entered you cracked it open a sliver and peeked in, finding it odd that someone would be inside as none of your roommates shared a free period with you. 

With a quick scan of the room, which appeared to be empty, you shuffled inside, toeing off your shoes and tossing your books onto the large mound of blankets atop your bed. When your books landed however the mound rustled and a pained groan cut through the room making you jump against the wall, a squeak of fear slipping past your lips. 

With your body rigidly pressed against the wall and your wand clutched tight in your hands you called out, “Sirius, if you’re trying to scare me again, I swear to Merlin I’ll cut off all your pretty hair. It stopped being funny after the first 4 times.” 

A head of sandy curls peeked out from the blanket and you felt relief seep into your bones. 

“S’just me, darling.” Remus mumbled, his voice much fainter than you were used to. 

You sighed and walked over to your bed, Remus haphazardly kicking his feet until your books fell to the floor. 

“Sorry,” you winced, placing a kiss on the top of his head.

“I’m fine.” he responded, opening the blanket as an invitation to join him. “M’sorry I scared you.” 

“Don’t worry about it.” 

You climbed in beside him and he immediately wrapped himself around your body, the action uncommonly needy of him.

“Are you alright?” you queried, twisting around in his grasp so you could see his flushed face. 

He huffed and twisted his fingers into your hair, “Actually, I feel quite shit.” 

“Sore?” you questioned, a genuine pout coming to your lips at the thought of the constant pain your sweet boyfriend was in. 

Remus laughed weakly and tightened his hold on you, “Always.” he replied. “But, that’s not it…it’s my head. S’been killing me since I woke up this morning.”

His eyes looked glossy as you looked up at them and you were suddenly aware of the intense heat radiating off of his skin. 

“Do you have a fever, Rem?” 

He shrugged and looked to the ceiling. 

“C’mere.” you cooed, sitting up. “Lemme check.” 

“Doesn’t matter, love.” he protested. “I’ve got an OWL in 30 minutes, can’t miss it. Jus’ needed to see you before I go.”

You rolled your eyes and took his face in your hands. “Who cares about the bloody OWL’s when my boyfriend is sick?” 

He raised his eyebrows as if in disbelief, but you could see the fondness lingering in his irises.  

“The world doesn’t stop turning just because I’m sick.” he argued. 

“Mhm,” you agreed. “It also won’t stop turning if you let someone take care of you every once in a while.” 

He ducked his head to hide the grin he was biting back. He was never quite sure what he did to deserve you but he found that questioning it was a rabbit hole he best stay away from. 

You pushed the hair off of his forehead and leaned forward, centimeters away from his face. 

“Nuh-uh.” he fought, leaning back. “You’re gonna get sick.” 

You used his temporary weakness to your advantage and pulled him back to you firmly until your foreheads were pressed together. 

“Stop whining.” you whispered fondly. “M’just checking your temperature.” 

‘You gotta thermometer in your forehead that I don’t know about?” he teased, his breath fanning over your bottom lip. 

“You’re burning up.” 

He bumped your nose with his own and smirked lamely, “You too, doll.” 

“Don’t flirt.” you scolded. “I’m assessing, Rem.” 

You pecked the tip of his nose, and pulled yourself off of the bed heading towards your dresser where you had stashed a pain draught for next month’s full moon. 

Remus burrowed himself further in the blankets, immediately missing your body against his. “What’s the diagnosis then?” 

You plopped onto the edge of the bed, “Probably just a little head cold.” you decided. “You can take this.” 

You handed him the little bottle. 

“Don’t need it.” he dismissed. “I need you to stop playing doctor and c’mere.” He opened his arms beckoning you to him. 

Ever appeasing, you crawled into his arms and laid your head on his sweater clad chest.

“You still have to take it.” you insisted. 

He rested his chin on your crown and breathed in your peachy shampoo. “I don’t need some measly pain medicine, just need m’girl is all.” 

“Rem,” you whined, pouting against him. 

“Alright, fine.” he huffed. “You know, you’re always getting your way w’me?” 

“Mhm.” you nodded. Grinning as you could feel his chest move swallowing the draught. 

He pushed his hands under your shirt, rubbing up and down a few times before resting his hands against the bare skin of your back, and kissing the top of your head lovingly. 

“And I wouldn’t have it any other way, love.” he admitted, finally letting his eyes close.

#remus lupin #remus lupin blurb #remus lupin drabble #remus lupin fluff #remus lupin imagine #remus lupin x reader #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin x you #marauders imagine #maruaders x reader #marauders fluff

[evieelyzabethh]

Warmer than a Comforter

pairing(s): Spike x fem!reader

summary: it wasn't unusual for Spike to 'break' into your apartment, but it was unusual for him to want to spend the night.

warnings: very long (4.4k words), spike being a simp, one bed trope, dry humping, thigh fucking, masturbation, some fingering, slight praise, Spike being Spike, a smidge of possessiveness, and thats about it

It was no secret to anyone your favorite time of day was long after the sun went down. A full-time college student who worked a part time job on top of that was no easy feat. Your time during the day was never your time, it was your shitty professors time who assigned reading after reading that needed to be read for the never-ending stream of papers and theses, it belonged to your shitty boss who piled on tons of paperwork and demanded you be at his beck and call even after you clocked out. As much as you loved them, your time off belonged to your friends; patrolling, looking through dusty-old books, trying not to die every time you stepped out of your apartment.

When you got home (if there was no patrolling to be done), it was your time and while you were tired, you made time for your nightly routine. You'd slip off your shoes and walk in the dark to make it to your room to turn on your lamp, because you'd be damned if you were turning on one of the big lights this late.

You would usually strip down and dig a pair of pajamas out of your drawers before taking a scalding shower. You'd brush your teeth and wash your face, maybe if you had the energy, you'd do a face mask and paint your nails. You'd turn on your stereo or switch on your TV to fall asleep to the fuzzy sound and soft light. This, of course, is what you'd be doing right now had you not walked into your house with company.

You could see him lounging on your bed, the darkness of his attire somehow darker than your unlit room. His duster slung on the back of your desk chair, only clothed in some tight navy shirt and jeans.

"What are you doing here, Spike?" You crossed your arms over your chest, annoyed when you realized he had his dirty ass boots on your bed.

"M' paying my favorite Scooby a visit." You walked over to turn on your lamp, giving you enough light to see how smug he was. His arms sat behind his head, his eyes glittering with amusement. He was doing this to annoy you. He did most things just to annoy you.

"Pay another Scooby a visit." You were dead tired, practically forcing your eyes open. You had just gotten back from work, your bag still in your hand which you used to knock his legs off your bed. He could've been stubborn, but he let you.

You stripped off your hoodie, flashing him your stomach as your undershirt rose with the movement. He whistled, "Scandalous."

"Get out of my apartment." You tossed your hoodie at him while rolling your eyes. He caught it midair, bringing it to his nose to sniff it.

"Smells different. You using a different bodywash?" You hummed as you walked around your room to find something suitable to wear to bed. It was dreadfully hot out, even worse than what you'd expect from a California summer. You had at least 3 fans going anytime you were here, especially since your landlord could never seem to find a permanent solution to the junky A.C unit.

"Midnight Rose. Real fancy stuff." You hadn't even noticed a difference, but of course Spike would. Vampire senses had a way of being intrusive in a way that was only helpful when it came to your cycle and saving you bed sheets.

"I like the other one better: the cocoa butter one. It was fainter. You smelt more like you." You scoffed.

"Duly noted." Your hands roamed over the old t-shirts from high school and camisole tops so old the straps had snapped on a couple of them.

Spike sat up on your bed, untying the laces on his shoes haphazardly before setting them by your bedroom door. He roamed around like you had been, picking up bottles of nail polish and flipping through one of the books on your shelf.

"You could spare me a bit of your attention, love. I mean I did go through the trouble of-"

"Breaking into my apartment?" You interrupted.

"On second thought, it was a bit easy. I pushed it a bit and the window came right out. Are you leaving it open for somebody?" His tone was supposed to sound much more teasing than it did. There was a pang in his chest, probably of jealousy. Much to his chagrin, he was jealous a lot these days and he couldn't quite tell if his frequent visits were enabling that or the very cause of it. Either way, it was hard not to just crawl through your window anytime he pleased.

You acted like you were annoyed and if he had a dollar for every time you threatened to call Buffy on him, he wouldn't need to dumpster dive for furniture. If he had another dollar for every time, you never followed through, he'd be even richer. You said it's because you could handle yourself without her help, but, admittedly, you didn't hate his company that much.

As far as house guests go, it could be worse. It's not like he eats all your food, talks your ears off, or is unfunny. He was just there. A pain in your ass sometimes, like when he insists on being half a step behind you during patrols and never fails to tell you how great your ass looks from behind. Never a malevolent presence, just annoyingly noticeable.

His boots were clunky, and he smelled of faint cigarettes and alcohol. He also hated silence. He was fidgety and anxious, even if his intentions were stealth, he couldn't help but break the tension and open his mouth. At times against his will, he just wanted to be noticed that bad. He just needed to be around you that bad.

"I keep telling the landlord to fix it, but he insists it's just fine. 'Nothin' some glue won't fix'." But you had tried gluing it. Had it not been for the clear shit jammed in the lock, the window would've just come right open with the flick of a finger.

"I could fix it for you." He went ignored while you had made your way to your bathroom, taking your hair down from the claw clip it had been stuck in for the past few hours. A slight moan of relief slipped through your lips as your fingers carded through it to massage your scalp.

"You know how to fix windows?"

"Well...no. But it can't be that hard. I've been around a few hundred years, surely I can figure out how to fix a bloody window." What he meant to say (if he had the balls) was that he would be more than happy to learn how to fix a window for you. It would give him an excuse to hang around, it would keep him in your good graces for a solid month, and he wouldn't have to break an entering anymore. Granted, his preferred place of entry had long been broken and he could always come through the front door, but it was a matter of principle.

You looked him up and down, trying to decipher if this was a set up for a joke or if he was actually serious, but he kept his head down. He hadn't been able to blush since he was a human, but the habit had a way of rearing its head for you.

He was so pretty too. With his high cheekbones and the way the warm light made his complexion look less ghastly. As ironic and cliche as it would be to say, he looked slightly angelic. Like one who fell from Heaven and donned the dark and mysterious charade to make it hurt less. He would burn away under a cross just to make it back to Heaven. Nearly break his spine falling out of windows and bleed out taking stabs if it meant he was closer to your doors. If there was one thing Spike did well, it was devotion.

"You wouldn't even know where to start. I'll just call Xander or something."

"What're you gonna do that for!"

"Because, Spike," you laughed incredulously, confused as to if this was going to become an argument or form a chip on his shoulder. "If I want something fixed, I'm going to call someone who does it for a living."

"But would Xander do it for free?"

"Would you?"

"I wouldn't charge anything of monetary value." You snorted, not surprised at all with his answer.

"You are such a whore, you know that?"

"What can I say, baby?" He leaned against the door frame of your bathroom, where you stood staring at your reflection in the mirror. He was happy that his nonexistent reflection could betray him. He was grateful to be a part of this routine - your routine- in a way that didn't disrupt your peace. It was soft. Almost domestic.

You were so meticulous about the way you scrubbed your face and brushed your teeth. He liked how when you took off your makeup the glitter remained. You sparkled at the right angles, really fucking sparkled. Of course, he was going to sit and stare at you; mascara still not completely wiped away, hair tied back with a fuzzy headband, lips agitated from being bit throughout the day. It was poetic. Second nature to him. He didn't need to breath, but it came to him then, overwhelming and filling his lungs like water until he was full as he stared at you in the mirror with not even his own reflection to judge him.

"I'm gonna hop in the shower."

"How rude, without me?" Damn, he sounded like a bloody idiot. You only looked him up and down, trying to appear deeply disgusted but stopped just shy of mildly annoyed.

"Get out of my apartment before I stake you." You slammed the bathroom door in his face, hiding your blush behind the wood.

"That's not a no." His voice is muffled behind the door, and as much as you'd like to believe he didn't hear it, you did laugh.

***********************************************************

Spike had to have been a cat in a previous life, is what you decided when you found him still on your bed, nose in some magazine he found pretending to care about the newest Natasha Denona palette.

"That crypt must be uncomfortable as hell for you to still be here." You skated around your room to sink beside him. He reaches across his side to pull out a bottle of water and hands it to you.

"Your showers are hot as hell; I'm surprised you didn't pass out in there." He flips through the pages nonchalantly, pretending not to be incredibly fixated at the water dripping from the nape of your neck and disappearing into your shirt.

"You would've loved that, wouldn't you? Getting to play 'knight and shining armor' while I'm conveniently naked." The sound waxy pages being torn was a surprise. So much of you and his banter was contingent on the assumption that neither of you meant anything serious so nothing would become anything.

Spike, who spent most of his mortal adult life swallowing his feelings until his stomach became an endless chasm where his feelings went to fester rather than die, was more than okay with this unspoken arrangement. Sarcasm was a second language to you. You were used to your words not mattering, especially since in your group of friends, your existence seemed to matter far less than everyone else's. You wondered if that was why you and Spike got along so well.

He just got you. Maybe a side effect of him being around you whenever he could. He just got you. In a stupid way. In an annoying way. The kind of way that made you worried that reading minds was also one of his vampiric powers. He wormed his stupid way into your brain, slithering around in his own sort of Spike way til you didn't know where his influence began.

He did sort of have this hypnotic way of speech. Maybe because he was a poet. Poets have to have some sort of hypnotic power, right? Surely, there was some connection between rhythms and brain waves that made the effect of Spike's voice so persuasive. Maybe it's not the rhythm and it's just the honesty. Ironic, since the basis of your "relationship" was built on never assuming that the other meant what they said, but who cares. It gave you guys flavor. Something to keep things interesting.

"I'll have you know; I am a very old-fashioned guy with manners." You snorted as his response. He talked about his "old-fashioned" ways a lot. Maybe to convince you that he was a gentleman. Gentleman your ass, you'd seen what he kept in his crypt.

"My deepest apologies for assuming that a guy that used railroad spikes as a murder weapon of choice wouldn't be above jumping at the opportunity to see me naked."

"Am I that transparent?"

"When it comes to mirrors, yeah." His scoff was lost in the sound of a car horn going off across the street. Damn, you needed a new place. He had complained to you about the noise before. If you didn't leave near a busy street, he would try his luck spending the night far more than he already did. Each blare deepened the scowl on his face as he flinched at the sound, even louder from where he sat in front of it.

"Those death buggies have to be the worst thing to come out of the 20th century. So obnoxious, and for what?"

"I imagine they are more convenient than horse drawn carriages."

"Yeah, more convenient and not even half the charm." He turned his head to gaze out the window. "It's not even a nice car! I'd rather ride around in the fucking Angel Mobile than drive around in that thing."

"You are so dramatic. Usually I just," you swing your leg over his waist, straddling and reaching over to close the window. He swallowed hard at the feeling of your chest pressing against the magazine, the only boundary between him and you, and the nonchalance of the action. "Shut the window." You felt him tense beneath you, his right hand awkwardly meeting your hip, blue eyes staring up at you through dark eyelashes. "Then again, I'm not a pansy who needs complete silence to sleep."

He cleared his throat before he spoke. "I sleep in a cemetery, love, ain't much noise around those parts." His eyes wandered everywhere they could but the worst part about beautiful people is that there is no unsightly place to avert your gaze. He couldn't stare at your gorgeous eyes, or your stunning nose, or your lips to distract himself from the steadily growing boner that you were sitting right on top of. You were no better than he was.

Within the context of the unspoken agreement, this meant absolutely nothing. The boner was just a normal reaction, that didn't have to mean anything. The way he was looking at you was a bit hard to ignore, but that was the way he always looked at you. He was a lot closer right now, sure, but that stupid lovesick look that you have spent years trying to ignore, totally just a joke. Not real at all. A trick of the light, in fact. The hard-on was very real though.

After sitting there for a few seconds too long, you shift your weight to move back to your side of the bed, but his hands keep you in your place. " 'm cold", he mutters, his thumb rubbing circles between where your shorts meet your bare skin.

"Yeah?" You feel him pressing up against your core. "I didn't think you could get cold."

" Me either but-", you lowered yourself completely on his clothed dick and the groan he let out was salacious. "Here we are." The frigid way he moved made his lie believable. Incredibly cautious, hesitant. No idea what to do with himself. He ran his hands along your thighs, up and down your side, one cold hand sliding underneath your shirt, rubbing the hem of it between his pointer finger and his thumb.

You leaned forward, warm breath fanning against his nose. It smelled like mint. You smelled like some sort of cocoa butter. Smooth and soft on top of him and he didn't know if you were going to roll right off or melt into his skin. Your hands come to the sides of his face, and you stare intently at him. He felt like he was under a microscope with the way you looked at him like you were committing each detail of him to memory so that even when you closed his eyes, it was still him burning in the forefront of your mind.

"You gonna kiss me?" You whispered, pressing yourself further into him. He let out a breathy laugh.

"What, a guy's always gotta make the first move?" With that, you leaned down to give him what was meant to be a quick peck. A tester. A tease. But when you give Spike an inch, he takes a mile, and he took the opportunity to devour you. Mouth open, sloppy, wet kisses while his hands worked as eagerly as his tongue did. You were a calming presence, slow and sane as you grabbed fistfuls of his shirt to try and ground the both of you.

Breathing through your nose, you inhaled him. The faint smell of smoke, the fresh smell of whatever he washed the gel from his hair with, the distinctly Spike musk. Your thighs wrapped him more closely, subtly grinding into his lap, ignoring the slight burn on your knees from the friction between them and your sheets. His large hands covered swathes of skin, cooling you where you grew too hot from his touch. When he had his fill, he broke away from you, still nose to nose, a string of saliva still between the two of you.

"Do you wanna spend the night?" Your voice was somehow meek as if there was any way in hell he would say no to you. He breathed out, turning his head into the crook of your neck, leaving searing kisses on your silky skin, worshipping at his altar, and thanking who or whatever got him here tonight. He kisses you from your neck, along your jawline, to the corner of your lips.

"Yes", he whispers against your skin. He bucks his hips into you, the imprint of his cock and the rough material of his jeans kissing your pussy through the thin layers of material. You nearly choke on his tongue at the feeling. Fuck.

Your eyes are closed, hips moving furiously against his, too blissed out to even care about the steadily growing wet patch in your underwear. You're lost in kisses, kisses that overwhelm and confuse and steal your breath until you wonder how much you need to breathe anyway. Along with not needing to breathe, you learned they must have incredible resolve. He chases you. Not like how a wolf chases a lamb but how the sun chases the moon.

He pulls and you push for breath, some sort of reprieve, some time for your mind to catch up with your body because right now everything but the way the seams of his jeans catch your clit is one of the only things on your mind. He pulls you, still, his hands squeezing at your waist, moving up to cup your breasts, thumbing at your nipples, and flicking the already hard peaks. And you push, still, not in protest but in harmony. Your hips pressing down, his jerking up. Your hands tugging his hair, his squeezing your waist. It was good. It was so good.

"What is the point", he starts breathlessly, "of these damn shorts if they're so thin. You're leaking right through, love." He smiles against you, sharp teeth grazing against your cheek as he smirks.

"Take 'em off me then." For once in his life, he takes his time. The desperation of his prior movements forgotten as he looks at you as he trails a finger from your chest down between the valley of your breasts, to your navel. He draws invisible shapes along your stomach, diamonds, hearts, and letters spelling m-i-n-e. And he stalls there. Looking from beneath you, smug as you ground yourself onto his dick in an attempt to move him along.

He was amused. Fascinated. You in your own world, mewling, moaning, putting on a show just for him. Choosing to ignore how sticky your panties had gotten, how much they stuck to your cunt as you wiggled your hips as if you could get any closer. Your tits moving with you, the way your mouth was slightly agape, the way you keened when you rubbed against him just right. It was no motivation for him to move his hands at all, not when it was much more rewarding to angle his hips up and make you see stars. "You gonna cum like this?" He crooned, full of fake sympathy.

"You're really gonna make me get myself off." You rolled your eyes, maybe out of pleasure, maybe out of faux annoyance. Either way, his hand slithered to the waistband of your shorts and dipped even deeper. He left feather-light touches on your clit which sent jolts of electricity up your spine. Overcome with the tightening feeling in your belly, your hands grabbed at his shoulders as your hips worked and worked you snapped. Impossibly wet and dazed, you rocked into him until the high had passed and the stars had left from behind your eyelids leaving only Spike.

His fingers still, in your panties, he moves to slide them and your shorts off your body. You hover slightly, still too sensitive to rub your bare pussy against him. You fidget with the button of his jeans and zipper, Spike's hands coming to cover yours to ease the shakiness. Maybe to give the appearance that he was much calmer than he was. He was painfully hard, and you felt it when you palmed him through his boxers after getting his pants down enough. Where his tip sat was a wet spot. You smirked.

"Did I get your dick that wet?" A shiver went down his spine. The heat from your palm was felt through his boxers. Your hand was barely big enough to cover it. Before either of you was prepared for it, he flipped you on your back. His hands sat on either side of your head while yours removed him from his boxers. He was so big.

You tore your gaze away from his cock to meet his gaze. He still looked at you the same. Pupils widened from lust, cheeks with a slightly pink tinge, lips puffy, eyes looking down at you with the same look they always had. It's then he leans down to kiss you for the millionth time. No urgency, less messy, a kiss like he was trying to wake you from a thousand-year slumber.

Your hand still on his cock, you pumped it a few times, swiping your thumb against his tip to lubricate his dick. He groaned into your mouth, humming in pleasure. You try to line him up to sink in your hole, but he slaps you on the wrist. "Don't want your cunt tonight," he mumbled in between kisses, "Jus' let me feel you."

He pumped his cock a few times before slotting it in between the meat of your thighs. The veins and ridges of his dick would occasionally slide between your folds, but that wasn't the focus. No matter how much you wiggled for him to plant his cock so far deep it kissed your cervix, you were ignored as he squeezed your thighs together, panting as he fucked them.

The juxtaposition made your head dizzy. The softness with which he kissed you and the fervor of his dick between your thighs, them getting wetter with the accumulation of precum leaking from his dick. It only forced him to press harder, leaving handprints from how hard he gripped. "Such a pretty thing, aren't you." He sighed out, his pace still even but his breaths far from it. "Go ahead and touch that pretty cunt f' me."

As much as your brain wasn't working, it wasn't needed to do what you were told. Bleary-headed, your hand traveled from the outside of your leg to between your folds. Still wet from your previous orgasm, it didn't take much to just slip a couple fingers in, moaning as you did. One hand toyed with your tit as the other toyed with your clit, your hips wanting to buck into your hand had it not been for Spike's palm on your stomach.

Had he had the composure, he would have made some sarcastic comment. Slow down, love, what's the rush, is what he would've said had his thrusts not been as sloppy as they were. He pulled away from your lips to see the mess he was making. White beads pooled on the skin of your stomach, dripping down your thighs like liquid pearls. And you. Low warm light bouncing off your skin, lip tucked in your teeth, staring right up at him. It took all of him not to cum at the sight.

Not before you did, he decided, which by the way your moans pitched up wasn't that far away. Each "accidental" slide into you was met with a jerk of your hips. "Stop it", you squealed, the bucking of your hips screaming otherwise.

"Feels too good, doesn't it." Then he did it again. His large hand drifts around before grabbing your abandoned tit, groping it until you hit your limit again. Your chest heaved unevenly as you tried to catch your breath as Spike's hips sped up, stuttered, then stopped as his cum splashed on your stomach and breasts.

Spent and not knowing what to do, he kisses you again. He smiles into it, and to his surprise, you do too. Like it was the only thing that made sense to do. The fuzz gradually fades from your mind, the noise from the multiple fans running and the faint humming of electricity apparent again. There's a breeze coming in from your window and you giggle.

"Are you still cold?"

#btvs #btvs imagine #btvs x reader #btvs smut #spike btvs fanfiction #spike btvs smut #spike x reader #buffy the vampire slayer #buffy the vampire slayer fanfiction #buffy the vampire slayer x reader #buffy the vampire slayer imagine #spike smut #spike btvs #spike btvs x reader #spike btvs imagine #buffy the vampire slayer fanfic #buffy the vampire slayer smut

[morganbritton132]

Wait wait wait, in light of the recent update, I gotta ask - has Eddie ever passed out while getting one of his tattoos? I'm kinda obsessed with the idea that he's well known in a few of the local parlors, having new ink done every few months, and he's this badass middle-aged rockstar with jagged scars and covered in demonic imagery but all the artist just know him as Ed The Fainter and always have a cool wet towel and a bottle of water waiting for him. I also like to imagine that those times when Steve's there waiting for him, he and the receptionist or whichever artist is on break at the moment get a bet going about how long it'll take for Eddie to pass out / how long he'll stay out.

If this doesn't line up with what you imagine for the emtts feel free to say so and I'll just grab my headcanon and shove it into a different au, but I wanted to share in case you found it as endearing as I do :D

I love Eddie being Just Some Guy at his local tattoo parlor.

Like, the older guys that would’ve seen him in his heyday are just so used to this dork that it doesn’t even faze them when world famous guitarist Eddie Munson walks in for a tat. The younger ones don’t recognize him even if they do listen to his music.

It’s only after he gets popular on Tiktok that those guys are like ‘wait a minute is The Fainter with the pre-school teacher husband famous?’

Eddie doesn’t faint all the time.

There’s no rhyme or reason to when he does. He doesn’t have a problem with needles or with blood (at least in the quantity that you’d get with a tattoo), but sometimes he’ll just be chilling out getting a tattoo and the whole world will dip out from under him. He’ll wake up a bit later, soaked in sweat and confused.

He thinks it’s a bit embarrassing, but Eddie’s always been able to laugh at himself and make other people laugh too. It’s a bit of a routine for him when he goes. The whole shop makes a big show of getting him some water and something to eat, and they ask if he wants to take a break a lot no matter what tattoo he’s getting or where it’s placed.

The first time Steve goes with him to get a tattoo, it’s specifically to make sure he doesn’t get ‘Steve’ tattooed on his ass after Eddie lost a bet with Lucas. Eddie getting a touch up to an old tattoo and zonks out halfway through. Steve goes into full panic mode so now the shop has protocols for Eddie and Steve.

Once Steve learns that this is just something that happens (“Like at the blood drive, Eddie!” “Don’t remind me of the blood drive.”), him and Eddie’s main tattoo artist, Meg, always make a bet on if he’s going to pass out or not. Steve is scary accurate at this game which is good because Meg says she’s going to get him in her chair when he loses.

Also, Eddie has a series of tally marks tattooed along the top of his worst demo-bat scar. He adds to it every year and when Steve asks about it, Eddie just say, “That’s the number of years that I’ve been the luckiest man alive.”

There are thirty-five tally marks. If you were to calculate how many years that Steve and Eddie have been together, you’d get – “Thirty-six.”

“What?”

“We started dating summer of ’86,” Steve says, “That is thirty-six years ago. Summer of this year will be thirty-seven.”

“Well, ’86 had a lot of ups and down. Wasn’t really my year, was it, Steve?”

#Eddie and Steve weren’t even getting blood drawn at the blood drive #they were just volunteering and bam! one moment Eddie’s watching someone get their blood drawn and the next he’s on the floor #eddie munson tiktok saga #steve harrington #eddie munson

[skyward-floored]

Link trots down one of the many hallways of the castle, glad he’s finally free from standing around listening to grownups talk. Some of the talking had been interesting, but most of it had been extremely boring, and there was a whole castle that needed poking around in.

Link came here practically every day with Sir Ulysses, sticking by his side and helping him with errands and small jobs, or whatever else he was doing. But he rarely got to poke around by himself, and he was more then glad to find a spot to take a break from all the boring talking.

Link peeks into a spacious, sunny hallway, face brightening as he realizes it’s completely empty. He looks around once more, just to be sure, then makes a beeline for the carpet that sits under one of the large windows, flopping in the beam of sunlight that’s warming it and smiling as the rays fall on his face.

The autumn sunshine was still plenty warm and bright, though Link knew that soon enough the fainter beams that signaled winter would be here, awful as they were. Not nearly warm enough and chilly temperatures everywhere— he wasn’t looking forward to it.

But for now, the warmth from the autumn light is plenty enough for Link, and he sighs contentedly.

None of the other kids he knew really understood why he liked lying on the floor in the sunshine so much, and Link didn’t know how to explain it. He just... felt better if he let the sun warm him for a while. The warmth and light made him happy, and lying on the floor was the best way to soak it in. Especially in spots like this, where the carpet was plush, and the sun shone brightly through the window.

...Technically he was pretty sure he wasn’t supposed to be up here, but he couldn’t resist. Especially since he hadn’t had time to sunbathe for nearly a week now. He could practically feel himself cheering up with every second he spent here.

Link closes his eyes, sun falling across his face, and he smiles as he stretches out with a soft hum.

“Careful you don’t get stepped on, boy.”

Link jumps, nearly hitting his chin on the floor as he shoots into a sitting position at the somewhat amused voice.

He looks up and comes face-to-face with white hair and tanned skin, red ink tattooed across an eye, and Link feels his stomach drop out as he realizes Impa, Princess Zelda’s bodyguard and one of the Sheikah who might get chosen to be leader of her whole tribe, had just caught him sprawling on the floor in a hallway he wasn’t supposed to be in.

Link swallows thickly. He hadn’t heard her coming at all, even though he’d been purposefully listening for any footsteps. Sheikah really were quiet.

“Did you hear me boy? I nearly stepped on you, you need to mind your surroundings,” she says, and Link swallows again, and gives her a tiny nod.

Impa studies him for a second, expression unreadable, and Link thinks his heart just might beat out of his chest.

“What is your name?”

“L-Link, ma’am,” he manages to peep out, and Impa looks at him a moment, her red eyes piercing.

They look surprisingly warm in the sunlight too, but Link is too terrified to notice, mind whirling with all of the punishments she might bring down on him. What was the penalty for sitting in a hallway you weren’t supposed to be sitting in, and almost getting stepped on by the princess’ bodyguard? The stocks? Whipping? The dungeons? Would he be kicked out of Hyrule all together, forced to wander the edges of the kingdom all by himself for forever?!

“Relax, Link, you’re not in trouble.”

The words startle him from his thoughts, and he looks up at Impa again, her arms crossed, but tone light.

“This hallway is quiet now, but it won’t always be. It’s quite likely you’ll be trod on if you remain here. If you want to sunbathe in it I won’t stop you, but perhaps a more out of the way spot would be wise,” she says, glancing out the window. “I’d suggest the library. Try the corner near the southern side.”

Link blinks, still unsure she isn’t going to drag him away and toss him in the dungeons, but Impa strides away before he can formulate a response.

The moment she’s gone, Link scrambles out of the sunbeam and away from the hallway, his heart still pounding in his chest. He’d never been so near to the Princess’s bodyguard before, only seen her from a distance once or twice, and she was twice as scary up close.

Not to mention the red of her eyes, and the piercing, stern look on her face...

Link shivers and decides to forget having any sunbeam time at all for the day, and go back to Sir Ulysses early. He’d take boring talking over being stared at like that any day.

His path takes him past the library, and he pauses, Impa’s words coming back to him. He wasn’t actually supposed to go back to Sir Ulysses just yet, not for another hour or two, and Impa had suggested he go in. And if someone so high-ranking had told him it was okay, then it must be okay, right?

Link cautiously pokes a head in, and when nobody yells at him to go away, walks slowly inside.

He’d only been in here a handful of times, usually only if he’d been sent on an errand. It had always seemed too stuffy for his tastes, but Link decides to listen to Impa’s suggestion, and walks over to where she said there would be a good spot.

He’s definitely never been in this section before, and it doesn’t look like it’s used much either, the shelves dusty and quiet. Nobody much is in here this time of day, especially not in this corner, and Link nearly has the whole library to himself, the shelves quiet and calm.

Turning a corner, Link blinks in the sudden bright sunshine that spills into the room, illuminating the small particles of dust in the air. He zeroes in on the window where the light is shining in from, and perks up, immediately running over to it.

There’s a seat built into the window itself, soft and plush-looking, and Link jumps up onto it, grinning in delight at the sunshine pouring over him. He pokes at the seat a moment, feeling how soft it is, and looks out at the view below, the training yard where he was supposed to meet Sir Ulysses later just barely visible.

Then he flops down, a warm feeling spreading all over him.

This was way better then any hallway carpet— twice as soft, and in a secluded spot as well where he wouldn’t be bothered or stepped on or laughed at, it was perfect.

He wondered how Impa had known this would be the perfect spot. Did she like to soak up the sun’s rays as well? Or maybe she knew someone else who did?

Oh well. It didn’t matter.

Link smiles to himself and closes his eyes, feeling the warmth from the sun begin to sink into his skin, and lets out a happy sigh.

This spot really was perfect.

#wasn’t sure if it needed a readmore but I gave it one anyway just in case #hdw au #hyrule warriors #legend of zelda #loz Impa #legend of zelda fanfiction #writing from the floor #waffling between making Link actually live IN the castle or right outside it #I’m not sure which makes more sense #input is nice if anyone cares lol

[savannahsdeath]

ELLIE WILLIAMS X READER

♯infection

mdni please<3

summary: youre on a patrol with ellie🏌️

warnings: 18+!! blood, weapons, angst

writers note: it is very very bad but its sitting in my drafts for months so why not post it .. also the pic fits the story sm🥰🥰(me when i lie)

You and Ellie were patrolling together for a long time now, it was a part of your rutine.

Today wasn't different - you were exploring an abandoned house with your friend near.

Everything was going smoothly. Ellie kept a lookout while you searched for supplies, trying not to make a sound, while she did the same. You were both on edge, and you felt jumpy at every little noise. You were both quiet, careful, as to not alert any infected or scavengers that might have been hiding out in the house.

But then, everything changed. A noise, distant at first, quickly grew louder. You and Ellie exchanged nervous glances as the sound of shuffling footsteps grew closer. You had no time to think, the infected were already nearby and you didn't have a chance to react before one was on top of you.

The infected grabbed you, and before you could do anything, Ellie came out of her hiding and struck with her knife, slashing your opponent.

You grabbed the shotgun off the ground and fired at another one, the noise drawing the attention of most of the infected in the vicinity. You knew sound attracts them, but you were too surprised to defend yourself manually.

The infected recoiled instantly as your buckshot connected with it's chest. It's body hit the floor and lay motionless, smoke rising from the bullet hole.

You quickly aimed the shotgun at the other infected, which started to charge towards you. You waited for it to close the distance, and when it was within range, you pulled the trigger. The second bullet hit the infected square in the forehead, and it collapsed down.

You fired again, hitting another infected in the side with a shotgun blast. It stumbled back, wounded, as Ellie quickly finished it off with a brutal stab to the head with her switchblade. The sound of more footsteps drew your attention, and sure enough, more infected were coming. They must have heard the gunshot and were coming to investigate.

"What do we do?" Ellie asked, frantically looking for a way out. You didn't have much time to think or act.

You only managed to look around and mumble three simple words; "Run and hide."

Without any hesitation, you and Ellie ran as fast as you could, ducking and weaving between walls and furniture to try and lose the infected. As you ran, you could hear the shuffling footsteps following behind you and the infected growling at each other. You ran through another door and hid, quickly whispering to Ellie to remain completely silent.

The infected came through the door, and you could hear them grunting and listen carefully, trying to locate you. After what felt like an eternity, they left, and you began to relax.

You stayed put for a while, taking the opportunity to catch your breath. Ellie was still tense, the adrenaline from the encounter still coursing through her veins. She looked at you and you could tell she wanted to say something, but was afraid the slightest movement would give you away to the infected outside.

After a few minutes, you heard the sound of shuffling footsteps getting fainter and fainter, until they were completely gone. You were in the clear.

"Are you okay?" Ellie finally asked, her voice as quiet as a whisper.

You managed to nod, the fear and adrenaline still lingering. You noticed she was holding her arm, and it took a moment to realize that there was blood on the sleeve of her shirt.

"You're hurt!" You exclaimed.

She looked up at you, her eyes filled with concern. "It's nothing." She said, trying to hide any pain or discomfort.

"Nonsense." You replied. "Let me take a look."

You gently lifted her sleeve up to examine the injury.

You saw that there was a nasty-looking cut on Ellie's arm, the blood slowly oozing out. She looked uncomfortable, but remained still. It was clear that she didn't want to make the situation worse by causing a fuss, but it also didn't seem like something minor.

"It looks pretty bad." You said, gently dabbing at the wound with a cloth. "We should get this bandaged as soon as possible."

Ellie winced as you put pressure on the wound, and you could see that the pain was growing worse as she tried to keep herself composed.

"Hey, hey... it's going to be okay." you said, trying to be as calming as possible. Ellie looked up at you, relief and gratitude in her eyes. You could tell this was stressing her out.

"Don't worry," you continued. "I'll have this bandaged up in no time." You took some materials and quickly patched up the wound, cleaning it and wrapping it tightly to restrict the bleeding.

Ellie looked relieved, "Thank you." she said. "I don't know what I would've done without you."

"I don't plan on going anywhere." You smiled and looked around. "They're probably still near, we should wait some more time."

You kept looking around, trying to make sure there were no unexpected surprises around the corners. As you were keeping watch, you looked over at Ellie, who was observing you. There was a certain warmth and comfort in the way she was looking at you. It was a subtle gesture, but the feeling it invoked was anything but subtle. You got a strange sense that Ellie was feeling vulnerable, but was trying to hide it.

"What's that?" She pointed at blood on your sleeve, clearly worried.

You looked down at your messy shirt. "It must get dirty while I was patching you up." You smiled. "I'm fine."

Some time passed, you were joking with Ellie, hoping to distract her from the pain. It was safe for you to exit this building now but none of you even thought about it. It was quiet and you finally got to spend time with your crush friend alone, without other patrolling residents.

You looked at Ellie, who was looking at you too, with a level of concern and tenderness that hit you like a ton of bricks. She didn't know what was happening to you, but you knew that telling her would only make things more painful.

You hesitated but decided to be truthful with her, she was smart enough to figure things out on her own otherwise.

"Ellie..." you began. "There's something I need to tell you."

Ellie looked at you, concern etched on her face. She could probably tell by your tone alone there was something wrong.

You took a deep breath and continued. "One of them... must bit me— I didn't even notice at first too... I was— fuck, you know, a lot going on..."

Ellie's face twisted into one of shock and despair as she took in the information. She tried to process it all, but seemed to be stuck in denial.

"Are you- are you sure?" She asked, her voice faint.

You simply showed her your wound, not wanting to say it out loud. You knew it would be hard for her to accept, but you had to be honest with her.

"This can't be..." Ellie whispered, her face blank.

"I know." You said.

Ellie remained silent, it almost seemed like she was expecting some miracle to happen and for the infection to disappear.

"It's real." You tried to convince her. "and... irreversible. I'm not immune like you, I already feel, you know— not well."

Ellie continued to look at you with blank eyes, unable to process the severity of the situation. She was still in denial, hoping against hope you were wrong. But you weren't, and you knew the truth soon had to come.

You stuttered, trying to find the right words. "We don't have much time."

She looked at you, the weight of everything setting in on her. Fear, sadness, anger, frustration, all swirled in her eyes as she desperately tried to think of a solution. She knew there was no escape, but she couldn't accept that.

"We... We have to do something." She said, the desperation clear in her voice. "We can't just..."

"Ellie," you said, cutting her off. "We've been fighting for every second of our lives, hoping for survival against impossible odds. There's nothing more we can do... I- I don't want to turn, and I think you don't want me to either. There's one thing we can do." You handed her your gun, failing to hold back tears. "Shoot me, now, while I'm still a... human."

Ellie looked at the gun in her hand, frozen in shock. She couldn't believe what you were saying, and you could tell she was trying her best not to believe it herself. She was afraid, but knew in the back of her mind that you were right.

You tried to sound as comforting as possible. "I can't live with the knowledge that I'll end up hurting someone else, that I'll be just like... them."

Ellie looked at you once more, the water in her eyes slowly streaming down her face.

"I know what I'm asking for isn't easy but... I know you're strong." You wiped her tears off and without pulling your hands off of her cheeks you kissed her. "I love you. I regret not telling you earlier- and I probably shouldn't now. I just... couldn't die, taking this secret with me. But that's the best last words I could think of. I love you, Ellie." You took a step away, motioning her to do it.

You could tell she was struggling to keep her emotions in check, and was still trying to hold on to hope. But she knew, just as much as you did, that this was the best moment you two could ever have together. That this was it for you two.

"I love you too." She simply said, her voice quivering.

With that, she aimed the gun and pulled the trigger. As time slowed to a crawl, you let out one final breath as the bullet ripped through your head and you finally fell to the ground, knowing that you were safe from the fate of the infected. The sun faded away and your vision slowly faded to black, the last thing you saw was Ellie's face, tears streaming down her face.

You weren't afraid of death, after all that you've seen, all that you had fought and lived through. No, you had no fear. There was only one thing on your mind.

"I love you, Ellie.

I love you too."

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[senditcolton]

Can I Be Close to You?

Hooking a thumb in your lover’s belt loop/pocket as a crowd surrounds you, making sure that you don’t lose them in the people.

part of my Valentine's Day prompts requested by anon | word count: 0.7k | warnings: none!

Being invited to participate in the NHL All-Star game was an achievement that not every player got to experience in their life.

Your boyfriend, Quinn, had been invited twice. And this year, he was named captain of a team.

You were extremely proud of him – not just for this, but for everything he had accomplished so far this year. And Quinn wanted nothing more than to have you by his side. So, when he asked you to come to Toronto with him and cheer him on, it was an invitation that you accepted without hesitation.

You had walked the red carpet with him. You had lingered close by when he was doing interviews. You stayed by his side as much as you possibly could. There were moments when you couldn’t be near him but whenever you were separated, he found you shortly afterwards, taking your hand back in his.

Right now, you were standing next to him in the locker room, the noise from the all the conversations around you hitting your eardrums. Quinn was currently engaged in a conversation with Petey, Brock, and the newest Canuck, Elias. The three of them were welcoming Elias to the team, the conversation started and guided by your boyfriend, the captain, still on duty even during a weekend that was supposed to be just for fun.

You weren’t participating in their conversation, instead choosing to talk to Jack who was standing close by. You had grown close to the younger Hughes, viewing him like your own brother after you and Quinn started dating. But even in conversation with an entirely different person, you still kept your body close to Quinn – like with a finger hooked through his belt loop, which was how you were attached to him at the moment.  The connection allowed you keep him close but also allowed you more freedom to do your own thing.

You were thankful for that small connection when you feel Quinn start to move. You look back, seeing his gaze set towards the exit of the locker room, his body following the direction of his eyes. You utter a quick goodbye to Jack, one that he accepts only after getting a few playful chirps in about how you two were attached at the hip. You just roll your eyes, before turning your attention fully to the figure of Quinn ahead of you.

Your finger tightens around the thin piece of denim of his jeans as Quinn pushes through the crowd of people – other players, other significant others, and staff. You conclude that he must have been summoned to do another interview, considering the quick pace at which he is walking.

It takes you by surprise when he wanders deeper into the tunnels of Scotiabank Arena, the noise and hubbub growing fainter and fainter. Eventually, he stops in the middle of an abandoned hallway, glancing around before turning his attention to you, wrapping his arms around you.

You happily accept his embrace, even as you look up at him, your eyebrow quirked in confusion.

“What are we doing here, Quinn?”

The slight blush you see form at his cheeks is endearing, those brown eyes locked onto your face.

“I just wanted to get some alone time with you. I feel like I haven’t really had the chance to talk to you since the day started.”

“You’re an All-Star, Quinny. I knew I would be sharing you with dozens of people this weekend. If I wasn’t okay with that, then I wouldn’t have come.”

“I’m really glad you came,” he says, his arms tightening around you waist, pulling you closer.

You can’t help the smile that appears on your face at his words.

“I’m really glad I came too.”

It isn’t obvious which one of you leans in first, but it doesn’t matter when your lips finally connect in a kiss.

You were so happy for your boyfriend: happy about everything he achieved, happy that you got to spend time here in Toronto with him.

But more than anything, you were happy that even during the commotion of an event of this size and caliber, you and Quinn still found time to share these quiet moments of intimacy amidst the chaos.

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[minecraftbookshelf]

Life Series Scarring Headcanons: Part 1

I'm going in alphabetical order by player handle, so this one is BDoubleo100, Bigbst4tz2, Ethoslab, and GoodTimesWithScar

The concept at hand is that during each game, every death leaves a scar, after the game, those are gone, replaced with scarring from their final death.

I did take some creative licence with the deaths, mostly in the sense of figuring out ways to handle Fall Damage in a slightly more RL based context, as well as figuring out approximately where final blows would fall based on the respective positioning of the players in question. (I did both a lot of video watching and also pointing at and posing myself figuring this out.)

Related to that Content Warning for general blunt but vague descriptions of varying injuries and ways to die, including but not limited to shattered bones and impaling.

Disclaimer that I did make all these diagrams in paint so they are hardly the pinnacle of artistic reference, but I think it gets the point across. Xs indicate arrow kills and i used the spray paint mode for fire/lava/explosion damage. All scars are color coded by series.

I forgot to mark it on the diagrams themselves, but light green is for scars left from the death of the Double Life soulbond partner. The soulmate who died second has phantom scars from their partners death, fainter and sometimes smaller, but still there.

Pink scars are the ones that, while not final deaths, had a significant impact on the story, the cubito, or both.

This project has also has shown some interesting patterns in how some of them tend to die.

On with the show!

BDubs

Third Life: Scar chased BDubs down and killed him with his sword before heading off with Grian to have Their Moment at the cactus ring. He turned around to fight Scar at the last minute, so the killing blow came from the front.

Last Life: BDubs was shot and killed by Grian as he fled after he betrayed the Red Pack and killed Lizzie so that Etho would give him a life.

Double Life: Pearl chased BDubs down and killed him (I believe with an axe) after Tilly died. Like in Third Life, he turned and fought at the last minute, so the killing blow came from the front.

Limited Life: Bdubs' final death was from a TNT Minecart dropped by Impulse, it landed slightly above and to the right of him, so that is where the damage is localized.

BigB

(You see what I mean about trends in the way that some of them tend to die?)

Third Life: BDubs shot him as BigB, the last surviving member of the Red Army, tried to escape from him and the Desert Duo. I placed that scar a bit lower than the others because BDubs is short.

Last Life: Cleo shot and killed him in a river. He was also poisoned from a potion she threw in the skirmish prior, so his health was very low. Reflecting that, my choice for that arrow was that it skimmed the side of his neck and he probably would have survived it had he been in better health at the time.

Double Life: Grian dropped a dripstone stalactite on Ren's head in Box, killing both Ren and BigB. His scar from this is a bit smaller and fainter than Ren's due to Ren being the one to actually receive the injury.

Limited Life: Smajor shot and killed him while he tried to escape through the woods. From what I can tell Scott came at him from the side, so I put the scar for that one reflecting it.

Etho

Believe it or not this is not the worst that it gets.

Third Life: Etho died to fire damage dealt by Impulse during the Battle of Dogwarts. I chose the location for it based of the direction the attack that initially caught him on fire came from.

Last Life: Joel killed Etho before dying himself when the later-game red lifers banded together to take out him and Grian. Etho struggled with his shield during that confrontation, which let Joel get enough hits in to kill him before being killed immediately after by Scott. I placed that injury as a glancing blow off the top rim of his shield.

Double Life: Etho and Joel died to a lava-trapped nether portal. The scars are from the lava flow. Etho died first, so his scars are a bit more prominent than Joel's.

Limited Life: Etho (like so, so many other people this season) died to fall damage. He was fighting the Mean Gills on the edge of the Bad Boy Manor and fell. The "camera angle" of the ground as he fell is pretty much how i decided where the impact probably was.

Scar

Third Life: I deviated a bit here because for everything else I really just went with "this was the final straw that broke the camels back" when picking scars, but I feel like the narrative and character significance of the Cactus Ring excuses the Death By A Thousand Cuts look. The heaviest concentration of scars from the ring are on his knuckles (from hitting), forearms (from blocking) and back and the side of his face (where he fell into the cacti).These are all small, relatively faint scars, there are just. A lot of them. EDIT: He's going to have some lasting explosion scars from the creeper Grian killed him with as soon as I have the opportunity to update the diagram.

Last Life: He was shot by Ren in a skirmish in the woods, that's genuinely all I have to say about that one, sorry. I decided it was a really good shot on Ren's part that got him right in the eye.

Double Life: So, sonic booms don't really...leave marks. They just liquidize your internal organs. I do think though that he and Grian probably have some faint mark approximating the center of their torsos. Because magic. And Lore.

Limited Life: Grian stabbed him in the back and then chased him down and killed him. The infamous "ultimate betrayal" because someone forgot that they were technically only barely endgame allies this season. Because Grian is incapable both of not killing Scar and not being dramatic about it.

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Part 2

(There are five posts in this series in total, each of them will have links to the first one, as well as the one preceding and the one coming after)

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[stealingyourbones]

Submitted Prompts #51

Danny’s most powerful ability is his wail, because he died screaming. Every time he uses it he feels an echo of his death, even if it’s grown fainter over time.

Jason Todd is a new halfa, having only recently gotten the Lazarus poisoning out of his core thanks to Danny’s intervention. His abilities have been slowly growing stronger as he heals, and he can’t say he doesn’t appreciate the extra strength, stamina, and occasional intangibility while he’s out doing vigilante work.

One night, Red Hood spots Red Robin out in the open with several unseen gunmen targeting his back. Instinctively he grabs his brother and something pulls on his core, a ghostly red barrier rising up around them in a dome.

Instead of hearing shots ring out and feeling bullets striking or piercing through his Kevlar, Jason hears a faint beeping behind him. He looks down and sees the face of his birth mother, shielded by his much younger body, before an explosion roars behind him, tearing into him in a cacophony of fire, debris, and pain.

•••

Tim can’t get Jason to respond to him. It’s been nearly an hour and he’s still frozen in their dome, kneeling over him with a blank, painful expression.

Batman and their team have been outside, trying to break through the dome and making absolutely no progress. Even the weapons and tools Phantom left them haven’t even made a dent, much less broken through the glowing red and black crystalline structure.

Finally their calls are able to get through to Phantom. When he hears their description of the problem he lets out a long string of swears.

“I’ll be there as soon as I can. It sounds like he’s experiencing a death echo.”

“A death echo?” Bruce repeats, his voice hoarse.

“Yeah, like a flashback. But I’ve never heard of one lasting so long before.” Danny pauses, seeming to be thinking. “Mine have always been fairly brief, but my death and resurrection happened just about simultaneously within less than two minutes. From what Jason has told me, his resurrection was a lot more… complicated. It could be that’s what’s effecting the flashback. I won’t know ‘til I see him.”

Bruce hums an affirmative. “And the dome?”

“Don’t keep trying to get through. We’ll… we’ll figure that out when I get there too.”

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