#i think it is a human thing :) enjoy floor time always. it doesn’t matter if you are adhd or autistic or none. enjoy floor time :)

[vixentheplanet]

afterglow

“just don’t go, meet me in the afterglow.”

shuri x black!reader | 18+

Summary: You've been dating Shuri for a year. For a year, your relationship has evolved, revealing the challenges and joys of deepening connections.

A disagreement puts a momentary strain on your communication after the two of you fail to see eye to eye. You stop for something that will undoubtedly capture Shuri's attention before your next journey to Wakanda.

part one: heartbeat

word count: 4k

themes: heiress reader, little couple disagreement, make-up sex

warnings: sex

hi 💋 - idek what the summary was for this but LMAO the first time i posted this i never specified how long they were together and everyone was like typical lesbians 😭 BUT IT DOESN’T MATTER 🙄 they got married and had kids i’ll post the last part later.

also idk if i’ll post versace on the floor it doesn’t really add anything unless people want to read it

Since you and Shuri began dating, your time was divided between home and Wakanda.

You were now Esmé's Head of Interior Design back at home. Your father appointed you to the role after you assisted in overseeing the interior development of the Monaco Resort. The next step was to renovate the interiors of all Esmé Hotels one city/country at a time. That entailed a lot of flying between countries to look at furniture and meeting with a number of designers to help you get the aesthetic you wanted. Surprisingly, you enjoyed all the hard work that went into it.

Wakanda was breathtaking, the most gorgeous place you'd ever seen in your life. Shuri took you on a tour of her lab, telling you about its products and features. You had no idea what she was saying, but her face lit up as she spoke, and you enjoyed seeing that spark of excitement in her eyes. She took you to all of her favorite spots, and you got to meet Okoye and M'Baku. It pleased you that she had a support system when you weren't there. Now that you were dating, it made little sense for Shuri to fly to New York when you had more freedom to come to her; she could remain where she was needed.

By the end of this week, you’d be back in Wakanda for a two-week vacation. The two weeks were strictly no work, phone calls, or emails. You were going off the grid and away. You would never expect Shuri to do the same thing, but she always prioritized you.

There was an issue, as excited as you were. You and Shuri were fighting, not fighting but at an impasse. Making your relationship public was a tricky subject. On the one hand, Shuri's response was a firm no. You could understand at first, but as things progressed and became more serious, you brought it up repeatedly, a no. So you pushed and pushed and pushed until finally, Shuri raised her voice, which she never does.

Every couple argues. It's human nature to find yourself on opposing sides. Nobody will ever agree on everything. In those moments when things got heated, your fault, Shuri would tell you she’ll talk to you once you calmed down. Never did you think she would yell at you. In response, you did the first thing that came to mind and hung up on her.

Though, from the outside, Shuri would appear to be in the "wrong," you knew it was primarily your fault. You felt bad for bringing up the topic, but you wouldn't live in New York if you were afraid of otherworldly danger. You eventually cooled off and acknowledged that she had a point and that perhaps you hadn't been as reasonable as you could have been, but a week had passed without either of you apologizing or bringing up the incident.

She contacted you again to ensure you were still coming to Wakanda on Friday. Did she expect you to change your mind? Though you'd be back in each other's company, everything had been tense since that night. You hate it, and the distance wasn’t helping. You changed into your pajamas and went downstairs to the bar as soon as the call ended; it was more responsible than heading out to the club.

There were already people inside dressed in suits and designer clothes, presumably looking at you as if you were insane. Who cares what they think, this is your hotel. After all, you had more important things to worry about than the opinions of strangers.

"Marco, what do you do if you get into a disagreement with your significant other?" You whine as you stir the straw in your second Bronx Cocktail.

Macro paused in the middle of polishing a glass and placed a hand thoughtfully on his chin. "Well, Madam Esmé, I'd apologize."

The opportunity for apologizing had long passed. It was too late by the time you acknowledged you were being stubborn and that something this trivial wasn't worth it; there was tension in your relationship. "And when an apology isn't enough."

“Sex.” He responds as if it’s the most obvious answer.

You take another long sip of your drink. You're not drunk enough to start talking about your sex life in public. "Marco, be serious. I need a real solution.” Sex was tempting, but what if Shuri was too upset to consider it?

The bartender served a martini to an older woman seated a few seats apart from you. You figure she's alone until you notice a ring of at least ten carats on her finger. Impressive. Marco refocuses his attention on you, "That is a real solution. It's a way to reconnect after a fight, indicating that the relationship is still intact and that you still want the other."

"I don't mean to interrupt. I couldn't help but overhear." You look to see Mrs. Ten carats trying to interject herself into your conversation.

Well, she’s married, and at this point, no suggestion was a bad one, so why not listen? You turn your body to grant her implicit permission to continue. "Make-up sex is some of the most enjoyable sex you'll ever have."

“Sex can be an excellent way to reconnect with your partner if mixed with verbal communication to resolve your argument after," she explains.

Marco makes a sound of agreement. “Exactly! Sweat it out before you talk it out.” That makes you laugh. You can’t believe you’re having this conversation.

They were both making good points, but you had one other concern. “And what if this significant other isn't in the mood?” You say, frowning.

To be honest, you and Shuri fucked like rabbits. When the two of you were alone, you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves. You've lost track of all the places you and Shuri have spent private moments. A limo, her lab, the Sunbird, inside your purple Maserati, which was impressive considering how little the back seat was. Perhaps it was the distance, but every time you saw each other, you had to go through several rounds to get everything out of your system.

You could not believe you were doubting yourself, given your track record. You just wanted this resolved; this issue had you questioning everything and bringing up sex with Marco and strangers. Jesus.

Nonetheless, you needed to consider all the variables.

“You’ll just have to get very sexy.” The woman says, shrugging her shoulders. “Shouldn’t be hard for you.”

True. Still, you groaned. “Ugh, do you know how hard it is to already be sexy and have to be extra sexy?”

You down the rest of your drink, “You two be happy you don’t have my problems.”

“I would not dream of it, Madam.” And with that, you thank the woman and Marco for their advice and leave a generous tip before heading back upstairs.

The next day, you found yourself in a downtown luxury lingerie and bodywear store. You had your assistant call ahead to reserve the store so you could shop comfortably. You didn't need anyone in your business. Amaya was with you because shopping with a companion is always more fun, plus she was probably the only one you hadn't stopped talking to.

“Wow, you must really be in love.” Amaya is watching you with curious eyes.

“What?” You ask, confused at such a random outburst.

“At first,” she pulls something from the rack, stopping to look at it before shaking her head and putting it back. “Everyone thought you were joking about this relationship.” ‘Relationship’ in air quotes. “Because you never brought them around. Then you entered what I’ll assume is your honeymoon phase because you cut everyone off. Then you started working for your dad. You’ve changed.”

When you and Shuri began dating, you were enamored and wanted to spend as much time as possible with your girlfriend, which led to you spending a lot of time in Wakanda, away from everyone. While it is true that you cut everyone off, it was because you understood your worth and didn't want to be around people who took advantage of you. Furthermore, partying gradually faded from your daily activities, and your time was spent on more important matters.

You roll your eyes, “First of all, outside of you, I don’t know those people. Second, yes, I’ve changed. Sorry, I don’t want to take shots off of strippers anymore.”

“Don’t be so defensive. I’m not saying you’ve changed in a bad way. Whoever this is, it must be serious. You're clearly in love. They’re good for you.”

No doubt you're in love, and it was serious, but how serious? You'd never doubt Shuri's emotions, but you can't spend the rest of your life together, fearful of the outside world. It was a complicated matter which neither of you could agree on.

You were starting to feel overwhelmed. You had twenty-four hours before you had to depart, and you had far too many options before you. Everything looked stunning, with 24K gold hardware and satin elastic banding paired with various luxurious fabrics. It's a lot of choices.

“Do you think this is too much? We should just go to Victoria’s Secret or something.” You ask Amaya while admiring a garter on one of the mannequins. Interesting.

Amaya scoffs as if you said the most offensive thing in the world. “Cheap things like Victoria’s Secret are meant to be thrown off. Altier lingerie like this is meant to be admired. It’s an art, while your body is the canvas.”

She calls the sales associates over for assistance. “Let’s start with a color. Trust me, whatever you pick will drive whoever this is wild.”

Something was off.

Ayo, not Shuri, escorted you to Wakanda. "The Queen has been quite focused these past few days. She will meet you in the Golden City." Ayo explains. Fine, you could accept that. It happened in the past, so that wasn’t out of the ordinary.

However, when you arrived in Wakanda, Shuri was nowhere to be found. The personnel at the Palace recognized you for who you were and your close relationship with their Queen. Two attendants take your things.

"Uh, the pink box is a present you don't have to unpack," you tell one of the staff. The woman nods in acknowledgment.

When you enter the Citadel, two additional Dora Milaje members are waiting for you. "Miss Y/N, the Queen has arranged a spa day for you. These attendants have come to accompany you."

Spa day? “Where’s Shuri?”

“The Queen has business to attend and regrets not being here upon your arrival.” She says immediately. It almost feels rehearsed.

A relaxing day is fun and all, but you want your girlfriend. You put on a robe and a bikini. The facial and massage were comforting, but while you sat in the heated pool, you couldn't help but wonder. Nothing made sense. She didn't pick you up or greet you; now you're being pampered. Wow, she’s trying to distract you. What exactly were you expected to do? Can you imagine going two weeks without seeing each other? You sighed as you exited the pool and found your towel. How can you unwind while your girlfriend is avoiding you?

You put on the robe once more and proceed past the staff, who are prepared to attend to your needs. “I’m fine, thank you.” You say, despite their best efforts to care for you. You figured you would keep your distance and await Shuri in her chambers. You take the elevator to Shuri's floor and notice a familiar face entering the hall.

“Ah, Y/N, it is good to see you. I thought you’d still be in the spa.” Okoye said. So this was definitely planned.

"I was, but I won't be able to relax till I see my girlfriend." You say honestly. You didn’t mind opening up to Okoye. She has always been so kind to you, plus Shuri trusted her.

She hesitates for a moment as if carefully considering her response. "It's not my place to ask, but did something happen between you two?"

"Both yes and no, but yeah." You confess with a sigh. "I know she's avoiding me, but I need to find her and apologize."

"I think if you know your partner well enough, you know exactly where to find her,” Her tone is cryptic, allowing you to determine Shuri's whereabouts. Of course.

You smile. “Thank you, Okoye.” You both go your separate ways after she gives you a slight nod.

Inside, the pink box sat on the rectangular table in the living space. With more difficulty than you would like to admit, you change into the lingerie you bought. The Bordelle set matched perfectly with your YSL sandals. You take a second to admire it in the mirror before wrapping your silk robe over it to conceal what’s underneath as you travel down the hall and into the elevator to Shuri's laboratory.

“Panther, Y/N-“

"You're trying to avoid me." You accuse, cutting off Griot’s introduction of your presence. Shuri is sitting alone in front of the multiple displays, typing away at something. You can see her shoulders stiffen as she turns around at the sound of your voice.

You proceed to list all the things that are wrong with today. "You didn't come to pick me up. You didn't greet me, and the spa was a distraction." As much as you tried to be annoyed, she looked great in her black tracksuit, hair braided back, and the gold of her habitat peeking through the collar. She’s so fine, and it turned you on already.

Shuri lets out a heavy sigh rubbing a hand over her face. “I know. I’m sorry, my love.”

“I wanted to give you some space. I'm ashamed of how I spoke to you, and I wanted to do something nice."

Your heart ached as you saw Shuri's pained expression and realized how guilty she felt. You were so preoccupied with your thoughts that you didn't recognize how your argument affected her.

"I've been putting something together for you." She motions to the panoramic screen as if you comprehend anything on it. You'll ask afterward. "I planned on finishing it before dinner so I could properly apologize, but I see my actions have made matters worse."

You sit on one of the empty surfaces making sure to keep everything intact. With a crooked finger, you beckon Shuri over, and she comes, stopping right in front of you but not close enough. “We can talk about it later. Right now, I don’t want space. I want you.”

You take her hand in yours, putting it underneath your robe so her fingers can brush against the garters on your thigh. Shuri bites her lower lip. “You have five minutes to join me in your bedroom, or the next two weeks will be hell when you can only look but not touch.” With that, you remove Shuri's hand. Her eyes widen at your boldness before smirking, and her pupils dilate, signifying arousal.

It took everything you had to get up from the lab table and walk away from her. As much as you didn't want to, you knew you had to. "Five minutes, Shuri," you call out.

With that, you left, making the journey back to Shuri’s bedroom. You hadn't even gotten past the entryway when you felt a pair of arms lift you from behind. "How long was that?" Shuri whispers into your ear. All you can do is giggle as she carries you inside and places you softly on the bed. She watches you curiously from a distance.

“Want to show me what’s hiding under that robe?” You smirk, making a show of untying the knot in the front and letting the satin fall open and slip down your shoulders. Shuri bites her lip, her eyes roaming all over your body. Your body truly is the canvas showcasing the art of the intricate designs of this atelier body wear.

“Griot,” Shuri called to the AI, flinging off the jacket to her tracksuit. “Please inform everyone in the Palace I will not be disturbed for the rest of the evening.”

“Yes, Panther.”

“All this for me?” She asks, placing her kimoyo beads on the side table.

“Only for you.” You tell her biting your lip.

Shuri comes back in front of the bed. “You look so beautiful, angel.”

You raise your eyebrow. “Are you just going to stare?” She was taunting you, and god, you needed her now.

“I’m just admiring how gorgeous you look before I ruin you.” And that does. You moan while the moisture between your legs grows. The power she has on you, and she hasn't even touched you.

Shuri spent the first part of your evening activities between your legs, using her tongue to coax some of the most delightful screams out of you. You had no idea how long this had been going on; your mind clouded. Shuri adored the sounds you created so much that once was never enough. She took her time taking you apart. Her warm, wet tongue spread you open and greedily soaked up everything your body had to offer.

“Baby,” Your fingers rest on top of her head as your breath hitches. You weren't sure whether to push her away or fully surrender to the pleasure again as she sucked and licked all your most sensitive spots.

Shuri wouldn't let you go when the sensation finally became too much for you. You attempted to escape, but she grabbed hold of the elastic straps that covered your thighs and dragged you back. The flutter in your abdomen grows into a warm pressure, and you know you're coming again.

On instinct, your thighs close around Shuri’s head. She slaps your legs as a warning, and you let go, leaving them parted. As if to reward you, your girlfriend slips two fingers inside you, finding a rhythm that creates the right amount of pressure.

You have another moment of euphoric bliss as you grind down on Shuri's face and fingers. Shuri's palm has a solid hold on your trembling thigh, but it's spread just enough that it doesn't restrict her access. She doesn't stop until you're gasping for air, and you can only say her name as if it were a prayer.

Instead of getting up, she licks her way up your body, and a trail of moisture follows behind her tongue as she stops at your lips. You waste no time bringing her lips to yours, tasting yourself on her lips. Intoxicating.

When it comes time for you to take charge, you're still a little dazed and sensitive. Shuri is relaxed and lets you do all the work as you sink into the strap. With the strap being designed to fit inside you, the stimulation is instant. Not only was it ideal for you, but Shuri created it to provide the optimal pressure level for your girlfriend, which you can control based on the pace and depth of your movement.

“You’re doing so good, baby.” Shuri encourages you while you ride her. As you bounce up and down, you place your hands on the bed above Shuri's head for leverage. Shuri breaks your rhythm when she pulls you close to her.

Even though the bra is sheer, she tugs it down just enough to expose one of your breasts and begins sucking on the nipple. You groan at the suction. Your new position forces you to change your movement, slowly swirling your hips. "Fuck," you gasp, overwhelmed. You sense another climax near and decide to shift angles.

Leaning back slightly, you press both palms on Shuri's thighs behind you. “Mmm, such a good girl.” Shuri groans. The praise makes you throw your head back and work harder.

Your hips stutter as you cry out. The feeling is too strong, and you know your body will stop you, rejecting the possibility of another orgasm. Shuri draws you back to her as if she understands your hesitation.

"Baby, come here." Shuri rises and brings you in closer. You wrap your legs around her waist. Your arms encircle her, and you nuzzle her neck with your face. It was the closeness you had been desperately craving. You were so blissed out that you couldn’t speak anymore.

Shuri guided your hips to create a steady and consistent rhythm. It was slow, but you could feel the warmth increasing with each rock of your hips. Your entire body quivered. “You did so well.” Then she tells you how beautiful you are and how hard you've worked.

“Are you going to come again for me?” You nod.

"You don't have to say anything, but you have to look at me." Shuri rasped, her breath heavy as you let out gentle gasps as you felt her moving inside of you, the heat flowing through your body again, and you wanted to cry. It's way too good.

You lift your head from her neck and stare into Shuri's dilated pupils. Everything is heightened because you can see the intensity in her chocolate-colored eyes and how fixated she is on you. This position is less physically demanding, enabling you both to concentrate on how the pressure is affecting you.

When you come, your sighs become moans, then screams, as the hand on your waist rocks you back and forth faster and faster, driving you further into oblivion. It's pure desperation. Your head is flung backward, and your spine arches as your body spasms. When Shuri comes, the hand guiding you freezes as a loud shout of your name fills the room.

As you melt into Shuri's arms, your body becomes light. The intense orgasm and overwhelming intimacy take you over the edge, and you find yourself crying. "I know, baby," Shuri replies as she strokes your back. "You did amazing."

It takes a few minutes for you to let Shuri separate from you so she can get you both comfortable. It was a normal part of your routine to practice aftercare, but today you found yourself overcome by emotion. When Shuri returns, she removes the remainder of your garments and wraps you in her arms.

Later, when your bodies are intertwined under the tangled sheets, you start talking. You look at Shuri and whisper, "Hi," to find her looking down at you with such tender eyes.

“Hi,” she says, kissing your forehead.

Though you regained your voice, the rush of the orgasm has you fuzzy, so you speak whatever comes to mind. "I'll never have sex with anyone but you." Shuri laughs and shakes her head slightly.

"I hope so," she replies, reaching out a hand to caress the side of your face. "I apologize, my love."

"I'm sorry too." You pout because you adore her.

Shuri intertwines your fingers and brings your hand to her lips, leaving a warm kiss on the skin. "I love you, and your safety is something I will never bargain with. That's why I got angry, but I shouldn't have yelled at you."

“But, I realized instead of saying no, there are other options. So, when you're ready, I'd like you to live here with me." Shuri says it plainly as if she isn't proposing that you spend the rest of your life with her without a ring.

“What?” You can’t believe what you’re hearing.

"I know you want to make our love public, but I can't protect you if we're thousands of miles apart. I'll know you're safe if you live here." Not only does Shuri agree to publicize your relationship, but she's also asking you to move in with her in exchange. Did your orgasm transcend you to a parallel universe?

“I was working on an A.I. for you. If you agreed to live here primarily, I wouldn't expect you never to leave, but significant security precautions would be put in place. Non-negotiable.” She watches you, waiting for a response.

You don't realize how much you're grinning until your cheeks ache. "I'm going to require a closet with an elevator." Shuri rolls her eyes and leans in, your lips joining for a kiss sweeter than any you've shared tonight.

"You can have whatever you want, angel."

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[bakerstreethound]

Under the Weather

Relationship: Steven Grant x reader

Warnings: Fluff, mentions of a cold and sneezing, Marc gets concerned for Steven (because he cares deep down)

Summary: When visiting Steven’s flat, you quickly find out he’s got a cold and with Marc’s help you do everything in your power to comfort precious Steven. 

All writings belong to me @bakerstreethound​ (Do NOT copy, repost, claim, or translate my works to other sites. I only publish here and on A03 under the same username) 

Word Count: 638

A/N: This idea hit me out of nowhere while I was at work and I thought it was a cute little blurb to do. I tried to portray Steven and Marc’s dynamic as best as I could from the show and I hope I did it justice. I adore these two and I really want Moon Knight season 2. This was not beta read so there may be errors. 

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You hear the sneezing before you make it to the door of Steven’s flat, but you think nothing of it when you turn the key, entering the dark threshold to see him curled up on the couch. 

Chocolate wrappers scattered along the couch like tumbleweeds, discarded tissues following in their wake. And Steven, the poor thing you can barely see him move a fraction under the colossal pile of blankets on top of him as he tries to get comfortable.

“Steven? Are you alright?” You take a step closer to the couch, deciding to kneel on the floor, careful to reach out and touch him through the blanket burrito. 

ACHOO!

A less than-enthused mumble follows an exasperated groan before the blankets fell to the floor, leaving you face to face with the man you’d come to adore. His eyes are blotchy, nose red and runny, but that still doesn’t mean you love him or Marc any less. They are still gorgeous in your eyes. Your heart aches to see their body suffering no matter how big or small the circumstance. 

Your hands cautiously reached out to cup his face, stroking his jawline. “What happened?” 

“Nothing’s the matter, love. Just feeling a bit off more than usual,” he sniffles, and you hand him another tissue. “Marc has been insisting I rest, but I wanted to wait until you were back.” He protests, his puppy dog eyes shining irresistibly and you sigh in defeat gently kissing him. 

“I’m glad you listened to him, Steven.” 

He groans against your lips in appreciation, but when you do so, you catch a glimpse of his reflection in the mirror a few feet away, Marc’s form watches intently and you cast him a look of meaning, an understanding of thanks. 

Thank you for looking after him. 

He bows his head in acknowledgement; an understanding you both worked through, were still building upon each day. You know how uneasy Marc is in trusting people, always keeping them at arms length, but with you, something slowly changed within him. Something like fondness he found and sealed away, only letting it out for you bit by bit no matter how much he fought it. He couldn’t help it no matter how hard he tried. 

For you both care about Steven, worry about him constantly in his waking hours when he controls the body. He is too precious of a human for you to lose and you need him just as much as Marc. Marc knows you need Steven, but he finds himself wondering if you really need him from time to time. Right now it doesn’t matter, all he wants is the body well and for Steve to enjoy this moment, even though he feels like crap, but he still can’t turn his gaze away. 

You and Marc hate seeing Steven like this, an utter wreck, unable to do anything for him other than offer him tissues. You pull him closer to you, running your fingers through his unruly hair, managing to convince him to get in bed and insisting he take a day off work. Soon after, you find yourself stroking his sides, his sniffling subsiding hour by hour.

A smile forms on your lips as you admire Steven’s relaxed form against you, an old worn yet loved sweater of yours gracing his form and it makes yout heart flutter seeing him at peace. Soft hushed whimpers fall from him as he buries his face in your neck again, tangling his legs with yours utterly content to be here in your embrace. 

“Thank you, love. Love you s’much.” 

“I love you too Steven, “ you chuckle pressing a lingering kiss to his forehead your gaze meeting Marc’s somber one before you blow him a kiss too wishing the moon boys nothing but peaceful dreams for another night. 

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[sh1-n0bu]

✿ 𝙪𝙣𝙚𝙭𝙥𝙚𝙘𝙩𝙚𝙙 ✿

Character: Vampire! Scaramouche x Reader

Warning: Blood, biting, nudity (but nothing too nsfw, y’all just open your button up shirts), cursing, angst, fluff, hurt/reverse comfort, gn! reader, Scaramouche might be a bit OOC here, Victorian!AU, a bit of everything lmao

no beta-read, we die like my will to live

first time actually writing on Tumblr low-key nervous ngl🤭

‘Whew, what a long day. But at least I managed to sell a lot tod-‘ hearing a glass shatter as you were closing up your tiny herbs and medicine shop was definitely not the way you wanted to finish your night. Your little shop was the only one that sells medicine in this small town without charging for extra moras unlike the big, famous ones the rich people like to go to. Everyone in this small town was forever grateful and respectful to you and your shop. Whenever your new boxes of goods would come, the people would always lend you a hand without you asking for it, and for that you were always grateful. So when your shop’s second floor window suddenly got broken in by a short man with a noble people clothes, you were greatly surprised. But now was not the time because he was bleeding and you don’t enjoy letting blood get everywhere unless it’s the small surgery room.

“Sir! Sir, can you hear me? Sir? I need you to get up so i can carry you to the surgery room!” shaking his shoulders while asking him basic questions, you definitely know his still alive because he still had a pulse. Before you can forcefully drag him like a corpse to the lower floor, the man yanked you down to the floor and straddled your waist.

“Hey! What do you think your doing?!” usually you’re not one for violence but if he was drunk off his ass and was thinking of molesting you, he’s got a rough, calloused hand to be slapped by.

“Shut up… I don’t h-have enough time… for your stupid babbling… nonsense…” before you can question what he was mumbling about the stranger tore off your cravet tie and had placed his mouth on your neck.

“You-?! Get off of me this instant you- Ow!” when you tried to kick him off, the stranger pinned your hands down and bit your neck harshly. You can already feel blood pouring out and it was not pleasant. Through all of your suffering the man was sucking and licking the blood off, almost like a depraved animal and you swore you could feel something akin to animal fangs penetrating your neck before your vision started to have black dots in the corner and you passed out due to blood loss.

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When you woke up the next morning with a perfectly bandaged neck and your assaulter coming into the small attic room with something to eat and drink, you were ready to throw hands. It didn’t matter to you if he was some rich, snobby, nobleson or even the son of the queen. For all you care, this son of a bitch bit your neck so hard to the point he drew blood and caused you to pass out.

“Oh, you’re awake. Now before you start screaming your lungs off like a banshee let me explain myself first”

“And why the hell should I? You son of a bitch bit me like a fucking animal!” he chuckled at that. Now that you actually took a closer look at him, he was a rather odd looking fellow. There wasn’t anything rare or monstrous about his looks but, there was just something odd about him. And one thing you learned from years of running and managing a shop all by yourself is to trust your guts.

“Well you’re an interesting little thing. I have never met a human who reacts like you after what happened. But if you want me to explain myself then you have to keep your mouth shut little mouse”. You certainly didn’t like the way he referred to you. Like some kind of an insect, some kind of a toy that’s for his amusement who will later on get thrown away if he lost interest in you. But as long as he doesn’t get a centimeter closer, then you’re willing to cooperate.

“Fine. But if you get closer to me I won’t hesitate to smack you out of the window you broke last night” he laughed dryly at that. Seems like he was getting more and more amused by you and your choice of words.

“Oh, you’re an interesting one little mouse. Makes me want to keep toying with you like this. So little mouse…” he stalked closer to you despite what you had just said and leaned down to look at you right in the eyes. You didn’t like it. Not one bit. You wanted to punch him in his face and knock his teeth in but moving has never felt harder and your limbs has never felt like tons of bricks before. So you decided to challenge him and stared right back. The stranger’s stormy violet eyes seemed to darken and swirl. Getting uncomfortably close to your face he asked

“…Do you believe in vampires?”

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It has already been 11 months since your run in with Scaramouche. Ever since he dropped the bomb that yes, vampires are very much real and not just some fairytale told by story-tellers and your parents to keep you awake at night you and Scaramouche had started some odd relationship. He would come by every now and then, through the door thankfully, and stay the night or a few in an exchange of helping you out with your shop. You would sometimes teach him a thing or two about herbs, medicines, wound treatment and he would talk about his kin and about himself if he feels like it. And on some nights, he would tear off your tie, forcefully pin you down and suck your blood until you passed out then in the morning you would scold him as he treats the bitemarks that he caused. It was a very strange relationship, the two of you had. More intimate than friends but not intimate enough to be considered lovers. Reading each other like an open book but also not exactly knowing what each other do or even enjoy. It was an odd line Scaramouche and you two were threading on.

The bells that hung above your hole in the corner shop’s doors jingled softly as someone came in. The medic knew who it was for this had happened all too frequently. A creaking of the woods sounded closer and closer until the person plotted down on the couch of the backrooms. Finishing up cleaning some jars and boxes, the medic saw the very same vampire they formed an odd relationship with over the last 11 months.

“How was the trip?”

“Fucking tiring” came the groan of Scaramouche. Snickering at his dramatic self, they handed him a cup of tea. The vampire gulped down the whole cup of tea, ignoring how his throat burned. Setting the cup down Scaramouche got up from his seat confusing the shop-keeper.

“Are you leaving again this so-?” before they could finish their question, said vampire began taking off his clothes. Tailcoat, tie, blazer, white button down shirt all fell down on the couch he was sitting on.

Coughing into their gloves, the medic turned their face away hoping to conceal the blooming red on their face, trying to forget what just happened from their memory. Now, the medic was no prude and they got quite used to seeing half naked people due to some harsh injury treatments. But no man they ever performed on was as good-looking as the hot vampire standing in front of them.

“W-what do you think you’re doing? When the shop is still open none the less?” bringing a hand up to cover the side of their face so they won’t accidentally look at his half naked form, the shop owner tried to cool off their face.

Looking at the flustered medic, the vampire smirked, a very mischievous idea forming in his head. Taking the hand that was covering the side of their face, the purple-head looked up studying every detail. His smirk widens when your face gets redder, loving how he was teasing you. His other hand came up to hold your chin, leaning his face in closer and closer to yours, until he suddenly pushed you down on the couch. The hand that was holding yours pinning it down while the other works on taking off your tie and unbuttoning your button down shirt.

“Hey! What the hell do you think you’re doing now?!” grabbing the hand that was stripping you, your [c] eyes looked at his stormy purple ones.

“I’m thirsty. I’ve been away for a week and i’ve only been drinking animal blood and those were fucking disgusting”

“Then why did you take off your clothes dumbass?!”

“They were dirty” he was quite blunt with it. After looking in his eyes if he was lying or not - finding none - you sighed and slowly let go of his hand, letting him finish with his previous actions. Now basically both of you were half-naked.

Fuck, the sexual tension is too damn much, why isn’t he biting? By now he should be on his process of sucking you dry until you pass out but he wasn’t. Instead he was just looking down at you.

Scaramouche’s POV

Oh fuck. He had you like this before but at that time he was too blinded by his hunger he didn’t realize just how damn ethereal you are. Gently running his hands over your tummy and up your chest, he noticed how you shivered and your breath hitched under his fingertips.

Then he looked up at your face, how you were biting your lips and red you were in the face. Your gorgeous [c] eyes looking up at him, waiting for him to bite you, to take your blood, to mark your whole body as his-

‘Oh fuck. This is bad’

When the vampire first met you, he only became acquainted with you just to quench his thirst and hunger but over time he had gotten attached to you as more than just bloodbank. Not only were you understanding, you were also kind, thoughtful, hard-working, intelligent and down-right intoxicating. Then he remembered the dream he had a few nights ago. In that dream he had you just like this. You on your back, beneath him but the difference was that you two seemed more… intimate than whatever you two have going on now. But right now, it wasn’t a dream.

It was real.

You were underneath him, shivering from his cold fingers, red faced, looking up at him with those eyes he fell for. Gulping, Scaramouche leaned down to your neck but instead of what he always does, he started placing soft kisses up your throat and to your chin. He noted how you flinched, shutting your eyes and how your free hand came up to his shoulder not being able to decide if you should push him away or not.

‘Fuck. If you keep being so intoxicating like this how am I suppose to give up on you?’ Scaramouche thought while leaving gentle kisses around your neck and shoulders, sometimes leaving hickeys or gnawing at your skin just to feel you flinch or squirm.

‘Do you have any idea how much I wanted this? How much I wanted you beneath me like this? Flinching and squirming, wiggling and moaning as I make you mine? I wanted it so much I even fucking dreamt about it. I want you. I want you so badly [Name], can’t you see?’ kissing up to your neck once more he finally bit down on the same spot he always bites, sinking his fangs deeper and more harshly just so he can hear you bite back your pained groans and squirm in his hold.

‘I want you. I want you [Name]. I’m a monster that drains someone’s life away and you’re someone that saves others. We’re opposites and yet there’s a saying that goes opposites attract. I know I shouldn’t but I want that to be true so badly’ after gulping down some he retracted his fangs, looking down at you just to see you staring back at him with your soft smile and kind eyes.This snapped something in him as he bit down on the other side of your neck harshly, almost as if wanting to completely tear off your neck. The way his mood changed caused you to jolt and yelp loudly in pain.

‘Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop. Stop it. Stop looking at me like that. Stop smiling at me. Stop treating me like a human being or else… I will fall more deeper and I won’t be able to let you go’ Scaramouche stopped and moved away from you, panting and licking his mouth. Both sides of your neck were covered in blood, old and new bite marks littering it while you were panting, trying to recover from his last merciless attack. The sight made him tremble. He wanted you. He needed you. But you weren’t meant for him. He was a monster, you were a medic. He was a killer and you were a savior. Maybe it’ll be best if he just leave you behind and run far away-

A gentle hand on his cheek snapped him out from his spiraling dark thoughts. Looking at you, you were still wearing the same kind expression.

‘You being mine could never happen. But i’ll cherish every moment I share with you as long as you’d let me’ leaning in Scaramouche started cleaning your wounds then softly kissing and leaving hickeys on your upper body.

‘I could never have you’ another kiss ‘but I can’t help but yearn for you’ another bite ‘so i’ll stay here. Right by your side as long as you’d allow me to’

‘I love you. But i’ll kill this feeling over and over again if it means you will be safe and happy’

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[peculiar-peculiars]

Right On Time| Enoch O’Connor X Fem! Reader Pt. 2

A/N: I know it’s been months y’all, I’m so sorry (writers block is a bitch and a half lol) but just recently, inspiration struck and now, part 2 is finally here and hopefully just as good as part 1 sdfghjkl.  Please enjoy!

(part 1 here)

As the afternoon sun began to raise higher above the peculiar children's home, Enoch stood at the doorway to (Y/n)'s room as she rummaged around underneath her bed.

“Well, the jar’s not under here either, this is the last place that I could think of to search.”

"So, what do we do now? We've looked everywhere around the house and the jar is nowhere to be found. At this point, we're better off cutting our losses and going about our days." Shrugged Enoch as he picked at the chipping paint of the door.

"Yeah, I don't think so! You said you would help me find it, so that is exactly what you will do, no matter how long it takes."

"And what will you do if I don't? Destroy my room and the kitchen again like some kind of tornado?" Enoch smirked as he knelt down next to (Y/n).

"Haha, very funny! If I didn't need your help, I would absolutely be kicking your butt right now..." (Y/n) replied sarcastically as she got up from the floor to sit on her bed and put on her shoes.

"That doesn't answer my question, (L/n)."

"Must you be so annoying all the time?! You're always so impatient!"

"And I'll keep being impatient until we actually end up finding your heart! So where do we look now?!"

"Well, if its not anywhere around the house then that leaves just one place that it could be..."

"And that is?"

"Somewhere just outside the shop in town." (Y/n) sighed as she crossed her arms with a sputter of her lips.

"What? Why would it be there?" Asked Enoch with a confused expression.

"Sometimes, Hugh will take it and sell it to the shopkeepers son for money for candy. I told him not to do it again, but he never listens. I always get it back, of course, but it's frustrating when he does that."

"If that's the case, then should we start walking to town? If we want to get there and back before The Bird resets the loop, We'll have to go now."

"Ugh, I hate it when you're right... Let's go and get this over with, corpse-brain." Groaned (Y/n) as she pushed herself off of her mattress.

"After you, cuckoo's nest!"

As the pair quickly made their way out of the house and down the path to Cairnholm Village, the air was filled with nothing but the sound of small animals chittering and footsteps against gravel. Walking side by side, Enoch and (Y/n) tried to avoid any and all eye contact as they looked at the plants and hills they passed.

Eventually getting sick of the deafening emptiness growing between them, Enoch finally spoke as he rubbed the back of his head.

“So, why exactly is the heart so important to you? It isn’t like you need it anymore since you obviously have your clock in it’s place.”

(Y/n) scoffed as she spun her head to look at him with an slightly annoyed glint in her eyes.

“Why do you want to know so badly?”

“If I’m gonna be forced to help you find it, I might as well know why it means so much for you to still have it in your room.”

(Y/n) looked at the boy with with watchful eyes before sighing and glancing back down to her feet. With a shrug of her shoulders as she watched her shoes stamp against the pathway, she began to speak again.

“Honestly, I’m not entirely sure... I think part of it is that it’s the one thing that reminds me I’m still human. I mean, I’ve got a mechanical heart and have been living in an eternal loop for over half a century, so it’s hard not to feel like some kind of freak on occasion...”

Enoch stopped in place as he turned to look at the girl by his side. Without realizing what he was doing, he placed a hand on her shoulder to spin her towards him.

“Hey, you are not a freak. If anything, you’re the most boring ward at the house, and I mean that as a compliment.”

“That’s a weird way to compliment someone, O’Connor.”

“It’s the truth, though. Being boring is a good thing when it comes to peculiars like us. You’re able to live a simpler life than someone like Millard or Claire or even me. To be honest, I envy you at times.”

“Really? You, of all people, envy me?”

“Of course. I would give the world to be more like you. Your simple peculiarity is what makes you special, (L/n), whether you think so or not.”

“Well, thank you. I appreciate that.” (Y/n) smiled softly.

Enoch gently smiled and nodded his head in reply before the distant sound of a bell reached his ears.

Focusing back to what was ahead of them, the two peculiars looked back up to see a black roof pop over the edge of the hill they had been climbing. 

“Hey, look! We’re here!” (Y/n) announced, speeding up her walk as the edge of town had finally been spotted.

As they wandered through the village, people gave the two teens suspicious glances, but decided not to do anything as they passed by, opting to go back to whatever work they had been previously doing. Before too long, they approached an alleyway, where a small crowd parted revealing a teenaged boy showing his friends the jar with (Y/n)’s heart.

"There he is. Follow me!" (Y/n) said as she began to jog over to the red-haired boy.

As the two peculiars approached the shop-keep's son, he turned around to acknowledge their presence with a tilt of his head.

"Excuse us! I think you have something that belongs to us, so could we have it back please?" 

"No way, I worked long and hard to get this heart right here. I'm gonna sell it to a scientist, it's a fine specimen for analysis if I do say so m'self!"

"Ok, first off, I know that my friend Hugh sold it to you a few hours ago and second, it's mine anyway, so could you please just give it back?" (Y/n) requested as she pinched at the bridge of her nose.

"Well, what's in it for me, little missy?” The teenager smirked to his friends as he looked down upon her.

"How about you getting to keep all of your teeth, you little brat?!" Hissed (Y/n) as the ticking of her heart slowly grew faster and louder as she grew angrier.

When Enoch realized that the noise of the cuckoo clock chiming could get the both of them caught by the villagers and in big trouble with Miss Peregrine, he stepped in between the two to try and diffuse the situation.

(Y/n) huffed angrily as Enoch gave her a warning glimpse before pivoting back around to speak to the puzzled red-head.

"Ok, listen up, we don't have a lot of time or a lot of patience for this right now, so if you give us that jar, I’ll give you these in exchange."

Turning around to reach into his pocket to grab something, he pulled out a handful of tiny hearts, possibly taken from mice and small rabbits.

"Why do you have those in your pocket?” The boy asked with a slightly disgusted look on his face.

"C’mon, man, Are you gonna take them or not?!" Enoch urged angrily as he shoved his hand towards the boy.

Warily looking at the hearts in Enoch's hand for a moment, the boy shrugged before handing the jar to (Y/n) and taking the pile of miniscule organs. 

“Shame you have to leave so soon, that heart of yours is quite the beauty!” The teen teased (Y/n) before spinning around with a brash laugh.

As the boy departed with his friends, she scowled at them before sighing in relief as she held the jar up to inspect for any cracks or leaks. When she saw it was unharmed, she carefully placed it into one arm and pulled Enoch into an embrace with the other.

“Oh, thank you so much, Enoch! You have no idea how much this means to me!”

A fire-red blush arose on to Enoch’s face as he felt (Y/n)’s face grow wide with a smile. Hurriedly clearing his throat to dispel his nerves, he pulled away from the hug as he tried to hide his bashful expression.

“Ok, we’ve got it back, now let’s go.” Enoch grumbled, glaring angrily at the shopkeepers son before taking (Y/n)’s hand and pulling her back the way they came. 

As they traveled back down the roads to the children’s home, (Y/n) hummed joyfully as she talked to Enoch.

“I still can’t believe you did that for me! You needed those hearts for your homunculi, didn’t you?”

“Yeah, well, I figured today would be as good a day as any to give them up. That guy needed a heart that matched the size of his brain, so I figured I’d give him a few of them.” Quipped Enoch with a sly smile.

Seeing (Y/n) smile in his presence was rare for him, so when she started giggling softly at his joke, he found that his own heart matched the speed of her clocks ticking hands.

"You know, you're not so scary sometimes, O'Connor. When you come out of your shell, you can actually be kind of funny." Sighed (Y/n) as she kicked at a few pebbles on the ground.

"I can say the same about you yelling at me all the time. You're pretty nice for a cuckoo bird who won’t stop chirping in my face."

"Oh, you wound me, sir! And here I thought we were becoming friends!”

“Whoa, I never said that!” Enoch laughed as he held up his hands in surrender.

“You didn’t have to! I could tell just by looking at you that you want to be my very best friend!” Joked (Y/n) as they climbed an incline in the road.

“Ok, ok, we can be friends! Just be careful, you’re going to fall if you don’t watch where you’re stepping.” 

“Oh, please, I’m as careful as careful can-” (Y/n) began to claim before she yelped out a shrill shriek.

Not having paid attention to where she was going, (Y/n) had slipped on a pile of loose rocks, falling towards a ditch that ran along the side of the treelined path.

"(Y/n)!" Shouted Enoch as she stumble after she lost her footing.

Not wanting to break the jar by dropping it or falling on it, she hastily tried to move her body so that her back hit the grimy pit . Bracing herself for a rough landing, (Y/n) squeezed her eyes shut as she fell through the air. 

Expecting to come in contact with bumpy, jagged stones and wet dirt, (Y/n) was surprised when the only thing she could feel was the soft breeze in the air and something around her waist.

Opening her eyes again, she looked down to see a pair of arms circling around her middle. 

Cautiously bringing her head back up, (Y/n) held in a breath as she realized she was face to face with Enoch, who had caught her just before she had hit the rocky ground.

The two stood unmoving for a moment, looking into each others eyes before the boy decided to break the awkward silence that filled the air.

"Are you okay?..." Enoch questioned carefully.

"Yes, I- I think so... thank you for... catching me." (Y/n) responded as she timidly cast her eyes to the side.

"You're welcome..."

"Uh... you can let me go now..."

"Oh, yeah, sorry...” Enoch muttered, letting go of (Y/n) and smoothing out a wrinkle in his shirt.

With a mumble of appreciation, (Y/n) stood up straight and took a step back before shaking her head.

“Um, I think I’m gonna stay here for a minute. You know, just to make sure the jar didn’t break...”

“Are you sure? I can wait with you.” 

“I’ll be fine, you go on ahead. I might be a little while anyway, just make sure Miss Peregrine doesn’t realize I’m not there .”

“Alright, if you’re sure... See you back at home, then...”

Enoch waved half-heartedly before stuffing his hands in his pockets and continuing to hike his way back towards the house.

As (Y/n) watched him walk further down the path, a warm heat rose to her cheeks as she thought about the events from earlier.

Despite their constant arguments with each other, Enoch still offered to help her look for her heart and gave up some of his own collection to get it back, and not one minute ago, he caught her from falling when he could just as easily have let her hit the ground.

Even with their past fights, they would always try to make up later by giving each other small gifts or leaving dinner at each others door when they were late to eat.

Yes, she might have hated his guts earlier that day, but now? She wasn’t so sure that was the case.

As the quiet ticking of her heart started to pound in her ears, she froze in place as she came to a realization.

Even though they argued sometimes, she still cared about Enoch. 

“Oh...” 

A lot.

“Oh, no.” She whispered to herself.

#enoch o'connor #enoch o'connor x reader #miss peregrines home for peculiar children #mphfpc #yes there will eventually be a part 3 don't worry y'all

[instant-delusions]

hi there!

I’ve just ran into your blog and read some of your work and girl you’re so good at writing😭😭

if it doesn’t bother you,would you mind writing a fluff about kokushiboxplus sized F!reader?

where his little human feels insecure about her body and he tries to comfort her as much as he can

˖ ࣪⭑ 𝒘𝒂𝒓𝒎 𝒆𝒏𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒚𝒐𝒖

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kokushibo x plus size! f! reader

cw: insecure thoughts, fluff

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it was dark in your cluttered bathroom, only a drop of the moon lit the tiles and water you laid in - you hated baths, especially ones without scented bubbles, though this was an fiery exception. gripping the slippery edges of the ceramic, you looked down at the water to see what it was showing you. with an empty mind, you saw soft curves and skin, a belly pressing against the top of your thighs and plump breasts heaving with your slow breaths. closing your eyes, you pictured the blood flowing through your veins, your heart beating, every single cell in the universe of your body like a planet. as fascinating as the functions of your body are, you wonder why it can't be enough that it keeps you alive. why are you expected to eat nine hundred calories a day and starve, while eating habits represent how much one enjoys life? why starve off of joy for beauty?

"(y/n), what are you doing here so late?"

'beauty' is 'justice', as many say. the eros of a woman in her prime. every woman not conforming to 'beauty' is to be exiled and hated. what a shallow thing to believe, but oh how much you hate looking at yourself. in every glimpse something's wrong - a mole too much, a finger too crooked, a face too asymmetrical.

"(y/n?)" kokushibo's voice flowed over you and for the first time, you notice the warmth of the water. he was kneeling on the floor with a concerned expression, his hands formally placed on his lap, as he studied you. 'have you ever thought of me as ugly? ' an uncomfortable question burned at the back of your mind, as you looked back at him with a little, nervous smile. "I felt like having a bath." his shoulders slumped in relief, a short chuckle bubbled up his throat and a twinkle of amusement glittered in his eyes. you wonder if he even thought of beauty at all.

"do you think I'm pretty?" you asked suddenly, surprised by the anxious tone of your voice. trailing your gaze over to your body once again, the question felt stupid. there was a little shuffle of kokushibo moving closer, he grabbed your wet hand on top of the tub. "you're beautiful." he answered, feeling his thumb brush over your fingers lightly, you sighed heavily. "does it even matter at all?" your mumble was barely audible, nevertheless you could tell he was thinking of a way to reply. honestly, you weren't even sure if you wanted to hear it, fearing your boyfriend's response won't make your dilemma go away. "humans will always find something new and gruesome to call beautiful, it's dim-witted. how's somebody's suffering considered a standard?", humming at his answer, you felt kokushibo's hand cupping your cheek. "I find life itself to be beautiful. old ladies, cats and endless childhood summers."

the moon kissed his hair and skin while he scrunched his nose in a little laugh, he went on to add that his childhood was a bit complicated regardless. as your lover talked and giggled explaining his view, you started to understand what he meant, not even listening fully. from the way he gestured with his hands or his voice almost sounded hoarse sometimes, even his lovely hooked nose.

it's not about fitting in at all. with all this love, you couldn't be more beautiful.

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[snffbeebee]

Poison Apples Chapter 2

{ Catch up with Chapter 1 }

Word Count - 2,620

Warnings - Swearing, a little bit of sexy time...and well just the Mark of Cain doing what it does best. Enjoy, because this baby is just getting started!!!!

“Alright, it’s time to explain,” you stated as you settled onto the bed of the hotel room he selected for the night. “Who the fuck are you and why are people trying to kill you?”

“Not people,” he reminded you. “Demons.”

“Whatever,” you rolled your eyes. 

“Alright,” he sighed out as he sat down the bags on the floor. “Let’s start over. I’m Dean.”

“Not Jonathan Cash?” you snarked.

“No,” he smirked. “Not Johnny Cash.”

“Seriously?” you scoffed at his amusement to his own poor joke. 

“It’s a thing I do,” he shrugged as he sat down in a chair across from you. “And I’m a hunter. I hunt ghosts, demons, all that supernatural kind of stuff that you probably don’t believe in.”

“And now they’re after you?”

“Because of this,” he pointed to that mark on his arm again. “It’s the mark of Cain. With this, I don’t die but I become one of them.”

“A demon?” you snarked. 

“Yes,” he replied. “And he’s not as nice as me.”

“So you were a demon and now you’re not?” you raised your brow. 

“Yeah, there’s a cure to make me human again,” he replied. “But that doesn’t undue its damage.”

“What do you mean?”

“It’s hard to explain,” he breathed out deeply. “But fighting and killing… I like it. It’s like it wants me to do it and is always hungry.”

“Well that’s comforting,” you sarcastically stated. There was a long pause as your mind wandered back to the events of the night. “So why haven’t you just killed me?”

“You’re innocent,” he shrugged. “From what I can tell at least. You seem like a good person.”

“Thanks I guess,” you said softly. “So it’s just you?”

“There’s others like my brother,” he looked off. “We’re  not talking at the moment but he’s out there too, looking for me.”

“And you’re hiding from your brother?”

“More like, keeping my distance,” he replied, looking back at you. “He’s gone mad trying to find a cure and I can’t let him get anyone else hurt because of me.”

“I thought you said there was a cure?”

“To being a demon, yes, but to get rid of this? No.” 

“How did you even get that?”

He went on to explain the father of evil, Cain, and how he came to be the newest bearer of the mark and why. He discussed how he had died shortly after because of an asshole angel Metatron and turned demon to run around with the king of hell until his brother and their friend, who was also an angel, cured him. 

“You do know this all sounds insane right?” was all you could really muster out.

“I’m not an idiot. I know it does, but you’re just going to have to trust me.”

“And if I don't?”

“You’ll most likely end up dead,” he replied flatly. “None of them that are after me will care. You’re just another member of collateral damage.”

“Great,” you took a deep breath. “So it’s basically just a matter of time before I either die or go back and go to jail for the rest of my life?” 

“Like I said before,” his eyes met yours. “Listen to me and you’ll be alive.” 

After letting a large puff of air escape through your lips you got up from your spot. He watched you closely as you found the mini fridge. There were little bottles of alcohol inside and you were going to down each and every one of them. After twisting off the top of a vodka, you shot it back in one big gulp. 

You heard a snicker coming from him as you went to open another. You opted to ignore him as you chugged down the second one. 

“It’ll probably be at least a day before they find the bodies at your place, but it’s likely that someone from the hospital will notice your new patient is no longer there and review the cameras.”

“Most likely not until the 1st shift comes in at 8,” you replied. 

“What time does the bank open?”

“9 I think.”

“So that gives us,” he peered at the clock. “About 6 hours to sleep, and an hour to watch our backs til you can get to the bank, and to get the fuck out of town.”

“I need a shower,” you grumbled as you touched your neck. “I need to clean this up.” 

He got up from his spot and moved his hand to your chin to tilt your head back. You flinched for a second, but then allowed him to look. His hand stayed there for a while as he examined, causing a warm feeling inside you to start developing. Lust

or fear?  You did your best to ignore it as he stated that once you were showered he would help to bandage it up. You nodded as you pulled away from him, going to the bathroom to discard your clothing and enter into the shower. You weren’t in there long. You felt vulnerable with him and whatever else was now after you on the other side of the door. After getting dressed you walked out, he was now sitting on the bed with his own little bottle now empty in his hand. 

“Your turn,” you stated as you grabbed your brush out of your bag. “The water isn’t horrible.” 

He got up with a nod, but stopped himself as he approached the doorway to turn to you. 

“I’m sorry I got you involved.”

“Yeah, well you didn’t seem sorry when you had the knife in my back,” you harped back. 

“You mean this,” he pulled out a metal piece of the gurney he was on. It wasn’t a knife. You were never in danger. You felt the anger rise up.

“You asshole,” you seethed. 

“Yeah, I am,” he replied as he set it down. “I can understand if you want to run. I’m not holding you captive.”

“Not like I have a choice now,” you snapped back. 

“Yeah, well,” he sheepishly replied. “I just wanted you to know I never really meant any harm and I promise I won’t hurt you.”

With that he went into the bathroom, shutting the door behind him. You were angry, but you understood and you hated yourself for that. You’d rather just be angry at him, but you couldn’t because you knew in that same situation, you might have done the same. 

______

His lips locked on to yours as his hands caressed your body. His fingertips tracing lines on every inch of you until they made their way down to your mound. Rubbing the lips of your entrance, you felt your wetness grow for him as his mouth moved to your neck, taking in your skin with his teeth gently. You were ready for him as he rubbed his digits on your folds before he twisted his digit inside of you, pumping you in and out slowly before he added another. It wasn’t long before he found the spot that made your thighs clench and shake as your orgasam grew. You felt it coming as his lips moved to trail down along your chest and further. You felt your knees buckle as he grew closer. One more second and you were seeing white spots. 

“Y/N,” you heard him speak. You let out a moan in anticipation. 

“Y/N!” you heard him again. “Wake up!”

You snapped your eyes open to see him standing above you all dressed and ready to go. Fuck, it was all a dream. You felt the wetness between your legs as you moved to get up, the slipperiness causing you to want to finish off the job. 

“What time is it?” you asked as you sat up. 

“About 7:45,” he replied. “You okay there? You seemed like you were having a bad dream or something.”

 “Yeah,” you muttered. “I’m good, just a little restless.”

“We’ll get dressed and all your stuff ready,” he instructed. “Be ready to move quick.”

You groaned at his directness, but eventually got up and made your way to the bathroom to get dressed, opting for simple jeans and tshirt with sneakers. You came out and everything was all packed and already looked like room service hit it. 

“Time to fly,” he stated. “How far away is the bank?” 

“Probably take about 15 minutes to get there,” you yawned. “Is there any time for food?”

“There’s coffee and donuts in the lobby,” he replied. “Where’s your phone?”

You pulled it out of your purse, no missed calls as of yet. He grabbed it from you and turned off the location services before handing it back.

“Once we hit the bank, phone is gone,” he warned. 

“Why?”

“911 can still track,” he replied. “I’ll get you a burner one.”

“No one but work calls me anyways,” you stated as you put it away. 

“ No boyfriend or anything that will miss you?”

“No,” you shook your head. “I’m too much of a workaholic for that.”

“Well that makes this easier,” he stated with a shrug as you gave him a hard glare. “Relationships complicate things.”

“This one sure has,” you remarked with a smirk.

“Oh this will be fun,” he chuckled to himself as you both exited the room to head to the next phase. 

“This may be my best one yet.”

______

He pulled up outside of the bank, stating that he would be a block down the street waiting. You were instructed to get as much cash that they would allow and the rest on multiple money orders. You understood the assignment. 

“Hey, I’m moving and would like to make a withdrawal please,” you said to the teller. 

“How much,” she asked as she started filling out the slip. 

“All my checking and savings,” you replied.

She glared at you as her eyes shifted to the screen. 

“That’s over $700,000.”

“I know,” you stated. “I need 10 in cash, if possible and everything else on money orders. Dividends of 25k will work and some odd ones.”

“I need my manager to approve that,” she started to get up.

“Wait,” you whispered. It was enough to stop her. She looked at you with concern. 

“My boyfriend, he’s stalking me and I have to get away,” you replied, acting the best that you could before showing the mark on your neck. “He’s dangerous.”

“Call the police,” she whispered back.

“He is the police,” you replied softly as you did a glance behind you, tears forming in your eyes. “Please help me.”

She was hesitant at first, but then agreed. Domestic abuse, no one really questions and everyone knows someone that has been through it. You won her pity as she finished up the transaction and gave you a gentle ‘good luck’ as you collected the money and checks and put them into your purse. 

As you walked out you heard your phone ring. You looked at it and saw that it was work calling. You wanted to pick it up and tell them what was happening, but was it really a person on the other end or another one of those things. You chucked it into the garbage can on the sidewalk and made your way back to the car. 

“You good?” Dean asked as you entered. 

“Yeah,” you replied. “They called. It’s time to go.”

“Which way?” you raised his brow to you. 

“South,” you replied as you put your purse in the back. “As far down as we can get.”

“Not to pry,” he clicked his tongue as he started to drive. “But how much did you end up being able to get?” 

“Enough,” you chuckled for a moment, remembering that you really didn’t know the guy next to you. “$50,000.”

His eyes widened as he drove.

“Seriously?” 

“Yeah, it’s not much-“

“You’re freaking rich,” he laughed. “No conning pool or cards for you.”

“I guess,” you shrugged. “We should probably find a place to get you clothes.”

“You sure?” he questioned you. “I don’t want you to specially spend your money on me or anything.”

“It will be a gift to myself to not have to smell you in the same clothes after a few days,” you smirked. 

“We will stop when we enter New York, " he stated. “Let's get out of the New England states first.” 

“Sounds good to me,” you said as you leaned back your head. The ride was nice and smooth along the highway. He had the radio on, but only at a muffle. You watched as the scenery went by and slowly, your eyes began to close again.

———

“Hey Y/N,” Dean shook you awake. “Time to get up.”

It was almost dark already when you opened your eyes. You looked around and saw that you were at a gas station. Where, you had no idea. You stretched out your legs as you got out. Your body felt like you were in the car for days. Dean started to pump the gas and asked if you would grab him water and something to snack on. You went in like a kid in a candy store, not knowing what kind of snack he liked and being hungry yourself, you opted for one of almost everything. At least the stuff you would eat if he wouldn’t. While checking out with the snacks and the gas, you heard the door open. You turned your head and saw two guys walking in, looking sketchy and their eyes roaming you. You thanked the cashier and got out of there. Dean wasn’t in sight where you sat in the car and waited patiently. The two guys came out, the one tapping his friend's arm and looking at you in the car. They started to approach you and you wished you had the keys to leave at that second. 

“Hey honey,” the skeezball stated with a grin as he leaned down to your open window. He rested his arms on the ledge causing you to not be able to roll it up. “What are you doing tonight?”

“Go away,” you replied while trying to not look at him or give him notice. 

“We’re having a party,” he continued. “Want to join us?”

You ignored him as best as you could as you noticed him inching in closer. 

“Nice car here,” he commented. “I’d love to take you for a ride in it. How much will it cost me?” 

“Go away”, you stated again. 

“Hey!” you heard Dean shout out. “We got a problem here?”

“My friend was just saying hello,” the other guy who wasn’t at your window responded back. 

“Your boyfriend?” the creepier asked you. 

“Time to say goodbye,” Dean warned.

“Why? We were just inviting her to a party. You can join us if you’d like. I’m sure she wouldn’t mind the three of us taking our turns.”

That was obviously the wrong thing to say to Dean as he punched the one guy and before you knew it both were now down on the ground. The one that had approached you was turning into a bloody mess as Dean sat on top of him, endlessly punching him in the face. 

“Get off Dean!” you cried as you tried to pull him off. “We got to go before the cops come!”

He spit down on the guy as he got up and made his way into the car. You checked the guy for a pulse first before you jumped in the car as well. He was alive, barely. Dean went animalistic on him. You started to have a million more regrets about your travel companion now. What would it take for you to be next?

The Angels & Demons - @ezilyamuzed @daughterofthenight117 @redlipstickandthewinchesters @chocolateheart @hazel-eye-coffee-shop-girl-blog@ain-t-bovvered @ladysparkles78@waywardbaby@nanie5 @ladywinchesterslibrary @candy-coated-misery0731 @stoneyggirl2 @deans-spinster-witch @globetrotter28 @@leigh70 @deans-baby-momma @akshi8278 @hobby27 @jaylarkson @ladywinchester1967 @sonotalice @krazykelly @drakelover78 @19agbrown @pisces-cutie @aloneanddesperate-blog @midnightsilver @dean-winchesters-bacon @waywardnerd67 @bobasheebaby

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #spnfamily #dean winchester #sam winchester #dean winchester x reader #moc dean #supernatural fandom #dean x reader

[wyn-n-tonic]

Hi! I really enjoy your Santiago Garcia stuff and was wondering if you’d write daddy Santi helping with period cramps? Like imagine those big warm hands giving you a massage. Heaven. (I was thinking normal sweet massage but when it comes to Santi it might end up becoming more than sweet ;) whatever u feel like) Thank you!

Take Care

Word Count: 1.9k+ Warnings: Daddy kink, oral sex mention (f received), unprotected period sex. Blood mention, obvs. A/N: I hope this lives up to expectations!!

Bloody and bruising.

Bowed over, taken down, and everything inside is twisting and churning like a hot tub on fucking fire. 

Pain between your hips, radiating down to your knees and up to your breasts and further on into your head.

That’s where the pain receptors are, the little things inside of your head that read what your nerves are writing out. Apparently the pain pills you’re supposed to take are supposed to block that goddamn function but, yet again, here you are with your head halfway down the toilet begging God not to let you pass out on the floor like you’re a college freshman all over again.

Which would be fine, honestly, if you were living by yourself still. But you just moved in with your boyfriend after months of him begging and he has never seen you like this, you make absolute sure of that.

It’s not that Santiago can’t handle blood and puke but he shouldn’t have to handle your blood and puke. Not this early, at least.

But then the front door is closing at the bottom of the stairs and his footsteps are falling throughout the house talking to you normally until you don’t answer back. Only then does he sound a little panicked, doors opening and closing throughout the rooms downstairs until there’s heavy treading on the wood stairs.

Trying to get up, to call back to him, is goddamn useless because, every time you do, another round of vomit threatens to crawl up the length of your throat. 

It doesn’t matter, though. Because he follows the sound of your cries as the muscles in every part of your body seize you again. 

“Baby?” Santiago falls to his knees beside you, large hand splaying across your back in a way that makes you cry out louder until he pulls away. “What's wrong? Baby?” 

This is so fucking embarrassing and you tell him as much in the small, pitiful illusion of words you manage to bite out. Barely living with him a month and your uterus decides to make you scream like you’ve been shot in stomach.

Which is exactly what he tells you he sounded like when he actually was.

“Come on, baby, what is it?” He asks, pulling himself to a squat. “Do you need to poop? Benny gets like this when he needs to poop sometimes.” 

"I don’t need to take a fucking shit, Santiago!” 

Head cocked, he raises an eyebrow. “Is that anyway to talk to daddy, sweetheart?”

Really, you just want him to go away. Give you another pain pill and fuck off for a few hours until you feel like a fucking human being again. It’s the second day, that’s always the worst one, it’ll pass. You know it’ll pass.

But right now?

“Tiago, baby, I love you, but I just—“ Instead of finishing your sentence, you knock him off his balance on your way back to the toilet to choke out another teaspoonful of fucking bile. 

“Please get out,” you tell him through the tears and the raw throat. 

He shakes his head. “Fuck you, princess, what’s wrong?” 

Deep breath. “It’s my period, daddy,” you bite out at him.

“Okay,” he stands, hands up in surrender.

He walks out and you’re thankful. In the past, when you’ve been sick—truly sick—every time he walked away to get more medicine or fluids or the thermometer, you whined for him not to leave you. Now? Now you let out the first breath of relief you’ve felt all day.

Five minutes passes with your head in your hands, supporting the aching, pounding brain as you hang it between the knees drawn up to your chest. 

“Take your fucking clothes off,” his voice comes out low and deep.

He’s in his undershirt when you look up, button up disposed in favor of his bare arms. There’s a mug in his hands and you can see the steam rising from the cup. 

“I'm not taking my clothes off with you in here, Santi.”

His eyebrow raises again. “You think I’m scared of a little bit of blood?”

That's just the thing. At the end of the day, it’s all these theatrics for just a little bit of blood. All these cramps—all this vomit—for barely a goddamn thing.

“Take these,” he puts pills in your hand, waving you off when you tell him you’ve already taken something. “I don’t care about what little baby bitch pills you’ve picked up from the pharmacy, these are South American and you won’t feel shit after about thirty minutes.” 

“Are they from some fucking narco you’ve worn the blood of?” 

He huffs a laugh and squats down next to me again. “I’d like to wear your fucking blood so if you could take your clothes off and get into that shower, I’d really appreciate it.” 

Cramps take you again and so, too, do his words as. “Do you think that telling me you’ll wear my blood after I’ve asked about all the people you’ve shot is funny?”

Hands to his chest, his eyes turn liquid coal. “You wound daddy, baby,” he says, tone half mocking. “Maybe the cramps and embarrassment are going to your big, beautiful, smart brain because it was actually meant to be sexy—or did you forget all the times I’ve told you I like the taste? We live together now, princesa, you don’t get to lock me out of parts of my own house and tell me not to take care of my girl.” 

His hands are large and careful as he helps you up, holding you close to him as he helps you brush your teeth and wash your mouth out. “I wish you would’ve called me at work, baby,” he whispers as he starts to strip you down. “Would've rushed straight home and done this already; been downstairs and making dinner while you slept off the pills in a fucked out high.”

Your muscles are betraying you again but in the way that they’re reacting to every single word of his honey thick voice. “I love you, Santi.”

He says nothing, just kisses your temple and puts you in the shower to start letting the warmth run over you as he strips down to join you. 

He tries nothing in the shower, his only focus on holding you up while the pills kick in and the only lingering touches of his fingers between your legs come in the form of washing you beneath the spray. 

It’s when he gets you out from the water that he gets handsy, small words checking in with you and asking how your body feels. He grabs a towel and lays it out on the bed before encouraging you to lay facedown. 

“I should really put panties on, Santiago,” you say. “I”m going to make a mess on the bed.”

Shushes fall from his mouth as he presses kisses into your spine, large hands kneading into your flesh as he works his way down. “Do you mind the idea of period sex, by the way, baby girl? Or do you just want me to keep massaging this beautiful back of yours and let you be?” 

Lifting your head up, you do your best to look back at him. “I don’t mind the idea,” you tell him. “I've never done it before though.”

He laughs. "Yeah, because you never let daddy stick his big, fat cock inside of you during it.” 

“You know it’s weird that you call yourself daddy more than I call you daddy, right?” You ask him. “You're so desperate, it’s cute—“ 

A loud smack runs ripples up your spine but he was right about those pills—you don’t feel a goddamn thing but the shivers and the lightheadedness of a turned on buzz.

“So, can I put it in you?” He asks, hand smoothing across the swell of your ass. “Please, baby? You can make any kind of mess you want but it’ll feel better when the pills wear off, I promise.”

He pulls your ass up towards him as you nod, laying another smack across the flesh of your backside as you pull a pillow towards you, and he wastes no fucking time in pushing himself inside of you—all the way down with no effort and a low groan of deep satisfaction. 

“It's funny because I know how horny you get on your period, princess,” he says with another hand clapped down on your ass. “Sext me like a pent up virgin who’s read far too much erotica with your shit Spanish and—“ 

“Does insulting me make you feel like a bigger man, daddy?” You throw back to him. “Because if that’s the case, you can get the fuck out of me and relieve yourself in the shower, my vibrator will do just fine.” 

Leaning over you, he presses his lips into your shoulder. “It actually makes me feel bigger when you give me shit back, princesa.” 

Your fucking head is lost in the way he sinks his teeth into your neck, the skin pulled taut as he bites down and sucks.

It could be the high of the pills or his cologne but that doesn’t take away how right he is—how good he feels inside of you. You never let him see you like he did earlier; you did lock him out and keep yourself away all those months you kept separate spaces. Because while you knew how good he was when you were sick, all past experiences with boyfriends and blood involved ended in tears and not the kind you’ve fallen face first into as he punches louder and louder cries out of you.

“You feel that?” He asks, voice so low—mocking—and you can feel his eyes raking down your spine as his hand runs up and around to squeeze at your breast. “Feel your muscles tightening up? Or can you not? Are daddy’s pills blocking this warm”—he thrusts harder—“thick”—harder—“orgasm I’m pulling out of this slick little cunt?” 

There’s laughter in your throat over the absurdity of it all; that you were crying and choking back vomit not even an hour ago and now you’re clenching in some fucked up state of euphoria; that your muscles were tightening in betrayal of your body and now they’re tightening for your body’s pleasure. 

That you were full of tears of pain and now are full of tears of pleasure as he squeeze and kneads and pumps harder but slower to drag out the strokes of this full feeling he puts all throughout you.

You don’t even realize you’re crying out his name until he’s shushing you, cooing out with soft mouth sounds after pushing in and letting go on a hard, guttural grunt.

“Do you still hurt, baby?” He asks, lips pressed into your temple as he leans over you. You can feel him twitching inside of you with every breath. “Or are you ready to nap up here in your fucked out little state of mind while I make you dinner?” 

He doesn’t even let you fully answer before he’s smacking your ass again as he pulls himself out of you. 

“Stay here with this cute little ass up in the air,” he says. “I'll be back after I put dinner in the oven to eat my dessert.”

#soft santi sunday #santiago garcia x you #santiago garcia x reader #santiago 'pope' garcia #triple frontier #triple frontier fanfiction #santiago garcia fanfiction #o writes

[forever-eternal]

May we pls have some Louisiana hc’s?? It’s completely fine if not lol 😅

Louisiana~ Gustave ‘Gus’ Jones~

Anything for you, Lovely! I have a few!

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-Goes by Gus or Loui, don’t call him Louisiana.

-Don’t. Call. Him. Louisiana.

-Killed his gender a long time ago. He/Him in the ‘No thought behind his eyes’ kind of way. He and Flo both.

-Has an alligator named Missie, and she thinks she’s a small dog instead of being 13 feet long. He can walk her on a harness and everything.

-Her harness is sparkly purple with gold detailing, she loves it.

-Gus is very much the Guy Everyone Likes.

-If someone doesn’t like Gus, everyone around them gets very confused.

-In addition, he’s the Guy Who Knows Everyone. No matter where you go, he knows someone there (For entirely different reasons than the NorthEast).

-Has been arrested, several times, for something he has done and things he didn’t do. He gets out everytime.

-If he doesn’t smooth talk his way out like he’s leaving a family barbecue, his parents will show up to bail him out (by just walking out, no money paid).

-Great cook! Learned from his Mama who learned from her Poppa! They make minor changes throughout the decades and make changes to suit their palatte, and they each have something they’re best at!

-New York makes the best Cinnamon Rolls (have caused fights to get one, just don’t fight jn his kitchen)

-Robin makes the best Hot Chocolate (no fighting or you won’t get any!)

-Loui makes the the best bread pudding (makes it regularly, uses it as a bribe!)

-The Alibi, no matter what, when, or where– he’ll be your alibi.

-Chill and Relaxed, but Will Do Dumb Shit.

-He very rarely comes up with said Dumb Shit, but he will go along with pretty much anything.

-Knows how to use a sword, doesn’t enjoy it

-Reminds him of being a French Colony a Bit Too Much

-He will if he Absolutely Has To

-One of the more Magically Inclined States

-He has books and a ritualistic type room in each of his homes

-He passively sees spirits and ghosts

-That’s not always a good thing

-Has fought a cop

-Most States have fought cops, to be fair. Gus just takes more joy in it.

-More neutral view of humans. Few States have that type of few.

-Most States don’t like humans or enjoy being around them, very few States don’t care either way.

-His main house is pure Swamp Witch vibes, and is right next to a small swamp.

-Missie lives in the swamp with any of her babies, but also has free reign of the ground floor.

-Has incredible alcohol tolerance

-Technically a High-Functioning alcoholic

-(Great Potential for Hurt/Comfort)

-Blorbo from my Shows. I want to squeeze him like a stress ball.

#welcome to the table #welcome to the table au #family ties au #wttt #wttt louisiana #wttt headcanons #:33333 #gov and assistant mentioned! #new york mentioned! #alcohol mention #tw: france is mentioned

[give-soup-please]

If it’s possible, can you do a drabble of Narrator and Autistic reader? Can be read as platonic or romantic. Reader’s special interest is stars and space, and they ask Narrator if they could look at stars in the game and to come down to stargaze with them. Narrator complies and listens as Reader happily infodumps everything they researched and know about stars and constellations(plus happy stimming).

Narrator and an autistic reader who’s special interest is space (platonic or romantic)

You’re in love with the starry room within the zending. You’ll stay there for as long as the narrator asks, which more or less means you never leave. Your body stims as you recline on the floor and take it all in.

The narrator is content. You’re the first player who really seems to get it. You understand what it’s all about.

You get to gaze up at the night sky, and watch as the lights drift by. It’s almost perfect.

The narrator sighs in contentment. You’ve been here for almost an hour now. Every time the game resets, you always end up back here eventually, and you’ve never taken the staircase. This cannot go unnoticed, even by someone as caught up in the story as he is.

“Reader, your dedication to making me happy- It’s wonderful. Is there anything I can do for you in return?”

You don’t hesitate. “Come look at the stars with me.”

He’s confused. “I… am. That’s what we’re doing right now. I don’t get this wistful and joyous by staring at a blank wall, after all. ”

You shake your head, and reach upwards, as if you can touch him. “No, come down here and be with me. Let’s stargaze together.”

“Oh- I-'' he's grimacing. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea. I think it would cause a narrative contradiction of some kind.” It’s a weak excuse, he just hopes you fall for it.

You don’t. “Come on, the view is probably better down here anyway. Besides, I know a lot about the subject. Aren’t you at least a little tempted by new knowledge? You could watch the stars, and I can tell you everything there is to know about them.”

It is true that his knowledge of what goes on outside the parable is fairly limited, and he is somewhat curious as to how in depth your information is. “Oh, alright. Just for a few minutes.” He sincerely hopes he doesn’t regret this.

Time passes. You hear footsteps. You glance over at the door you came through. The narrator has taken on human form. You give him a thumbs up. “Looking good!” He clears his throat, but looks smug.

He casually walks up to where you’re lying down, not at all acknowledging that he’s broken several rules by doing this. He cranes his neck up. It’s certainly a newer perspective, and a better one.

You pat the ground next to you, and he suspiciously lies down next to you. His eyes take in all the lights and stars, and he lets out a soft gasp. Everywhere he looks, there’s beauty. What a sight! No wonder you spend so much time in this room. He falls silent, completely entranced. 

You’re overjoyed he’s doing this. You gear yourself up for a ramble, and the narrator makes no move to stop you. 

He’s honestly impressed with your knowledge. Any question he can think to ask, you have a ready answer.

“Reader, I hear some stars in your world are different colors. Why is that?”

“Well, the color varies based on how hot the star is. So red stars are colder than blue ones. This is because different wavelengths are produced when…”

“Why does your moon have different phases?”

“Oh, that’s easy. When the moon orbits the earth, it doesn’t produce its own light. The light we see actually comes from the sun…”

No matter how far he pushes you, your knowledge matches up.

The two of you slowly inch closer to each other, the narrator enchanted by your voice, and you enjoying the ambient company.

You end up snuggled on his chest, both of you watching the night sky.

“Someday,” the narrator says. “I think I’d like to see the real thing. Not this projection.

You hum in agreement, not knowing that he’s being serious. He wants you to show him the things he can’t picture. The constellations, the sunsets, the meteor showers… He vows that one day, he’ll stand under the sky in your world.

#the stanley parable #tsp narrator #tsp #headcanon #answered ask #stanley parable #narrator #tsp narrator x reader #could be read as platonic or romantic

[safetycar-restart]

i live for drivers being hopeless painsluts 🌹❤️

lando, craving brutal punishments from his brat tamer gf. stepping on him, spitting on him, spanking his soul out, pulling his curls, you name it. he is sub destruction incarnate.

carlos, who goes crazy for being whipped and bound, whining and crying for mercy: yet loving the sting.

charles, being a masochist for overstimulation — being extremely vocal, the #1 screamer of the grid, #FACTS. 80% soft sensitive sub, 20% mind break enthusiast, 100% fun. he's so loud falling apart, moaning like a god. fuck yes!!

pierre enjoys humiliation via being bent around into ridiculous poses. like a human furniture kink. two words: spreader bar.

george likes the endurance test that is shibari. he is the canvas of his rigger domme, he is rope art embodied.

lewis losing his mind over getting double stuffed with dildos. in a classic spitroast position. his domme will toy his ass while he shoves another dildo down his pretty throat. wow, he can gag like no one else. it gets heated, lewis wants to be absolutely demolished. he's the king, he can take it all.

yuki, who adores temperature play and getting pinched!

- george's long legs anon... indulging in some kinky ideas, love your blog so much 💙

Oh god this is amazing. Anon I am in awe of how many incredible thoughts you drop in one go. It’s truly inspiring.

LANDO: I love brat Lando!! Lando is an interesting one because as much as he’s a brat, he also has this extreme desire to do well? He wants you to be proud of him, despite the fact that he can’t stop talking back and pouting. Pain play is the obvious solution, because yes he’s bratty but then he’s so good as he’s punished, taking everything you give him and waiting for the praise he knows is coming.

CARLOS: Carlos and whipping? Yes. Yes absolutely. I think Carlos loves pain that stings? Whips, spanks, pinches etc. he even likes when you scratch your fingers along the area you just spanked. And he has to be bound, because he can’t control how much he shakes. It’s so good though, and he’s so relaxed when it’s over.

CHARLES: honestly I don’t think Charles even realised that overstimulation counted as pain play until you? He just loves being pushed to his limits, and yeah he’s LOUD. He’s always loud no matter what you’re doing, but the moment you start overstimulation he turns into a screamer. And mind breaking? Fuck yes. He wants to taken apart until all he can do is desperately bounce on a dildo and whine, head empty.

PIERRE: we’ve spoken about Pierre’s love for intense pain play before, but we’ve never touched human furniture before and oh my god? I also think Pierre wants it to hurt. He wants to be made to get on his hands and knees on a wooden floor with no cushions, wants to feel the ache in his knees.

GEORGE: I don’t think I’ve ever talked about shibari with George and I can’t believe I haven’t? George loves intense shibari, wants to be twisted into positions that make his limbs ache, wants to have rope marks against his skin for hours. Honestly I could speak for hours about this.

LEWIS: double penetration? Oh my god. Obsessed. I think that’s the one thing that can make Lewis’s mind completely silent? And I actually think he prefers when you’re not fucking him? Have him on a dildo, have him suck another, and then swop your attention between the two and comforting Lewis. Eventually he just melts, letting the two dildos go as deep as they can, completely relaxed.

YUKI: got I want to pinch Yuki!!!! He would make the cutest squeaks, at first acting like he doesn’t love it but you can literally see the way his cock twitches. I also think he bruises quite easily? So often you’ll pinch him a couple times and the next day you’ll see bruises there, which is just incredible and Yuki is very proud of them.

#sub!charles #sub!Lewis #sub!yuki #sub!Lando #sub!george #sub!Carlos #sub!Pierre #cl #lh #yt #ln #gr #cs #pg #nsfw. #gn!reader #👕

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Could I request some headcanons for Viktor and a reader who constantly compliments him on his appearance/character? Not even on purpose, just earnestly doesn't have enough of a filter to not to. Thank you so much!

Hi there love, and hi there everyone as well! I promise I'm alive guys, and I swear I'm working on some asks and I haven't abandoned y'all, but life has been a bit hectic as of late. Anyways without further a due, have a small Viktor fic because I only just realized that you said headcanons instead of fic :)

requests are still open💖

Viktor is a gorgeous man. He has an air of graceful beauty that surrounds him at all times; even when he is drenched in oil from his latest machines. And even more so when he takes his top off to get rid of the said oil. 

His eyes are like golden halos that framed the pupils that envisioned the future of the world around him. And oh how bright they shined when he came upon a breakthrough. Hell, they shined when he was pleased with anything. Their glow increases just a tad with each ounce of contentment. The halos are almost symbolic in the sense that he is a harbinger in the eyes of the world that he is destined to change regardless of what he does. The people around him may just know him as the co-founder of Hextech, but if only they knew how much more he would become. The brilliance in his veins compels him to achieve greatness no matter the cost, including the cost of himself. 

That was something you’ve always admired about Viktor. You always admired the fact that he was born to achieve glory in one way or another, yet he doesn’t flaunt it. He doesn’t think himself better than others in a conceded way despite knowing his quest for greatness is already filled more than those around him. His humbleness and passion for the progress of humanity just made him all the more stunning, both inside and out. 

Yet the part that baffled you about this was that he didn’t see what you saw. Every time you paid him a compliment, he chuckled, thanked you, then brushed it off as you being a kind partner. He kept up this routine like clockwork each time, and if you were being completely honest with yourself, it hurt to see him brush off the love you gave him in the form of compliments. 

“Good morning Vik,” you chirp to the hardworking scientist. “You look nice today! Did you do something different?” you asked with a soft smile.

Viktor looks to you as he pulls off the goggles he was using while working. “Good morning dear. I haven’t changed anything, no, but thank you for asking,” he answered with a slight upturn of the corner of his lips. And that was that. Brushed off yet again. 

“Hey, Vik, why do you always do that?”

“Do what květina?”

You sigh, rubbing your palms over your eyes before continuing. “You brush off compliments. I’m not sure if it’s just mine or if you do it with others who pay you compliments too, but I’ve always been curious as to why,” you confess as the floor suddenly becomes fascinating to you.

Your inspection of the pristine floors came to a halt with the tink of Viktor’s goggles being set down on the table he was seated at. Your eyes found his in an instant as he sheepishly wrapped his arms around himself. Neither one of you said anything for what seemed like hours, the only noise filling the room was the sound of life outside the laboratory’s windows. 

After clearing his throat, Viktor mumbles something under his breath. 

“Hmm?”

“I said I am not used to them. It’s is not that I don’t like them, but I am still not used to the idea of someone genuinely enjoying me,” he rushes out in a single breath before slumping his shoulders. 

To say you were a bit thrown off by his admittance to insecurity would be an understatement. Just by knowing how confident Viktor was in his mind and his abilities, it would have never occurred to you that insecurities of all things were keeping him from feeling the full brunt of your love for him. On one hand you could understand that everyone has their insecurities that they are upset over, but the idea that Viktor has a hard time accepting the fact that people (especially you) genuinely like him crushes a little bit of you inside. 

“You do realize that you are one of the greatest people I have ever known, right? The reason I say things like ‘you look nice today’ and ‘I like the new cologne you’re using’ is because I want to remind you that I want to notice the little things about you that make you, you Viktor. Actually, I was wrong. I don’t want to notice the little things, I want to remember and love the little things and the big things about you. I want to have my love for you down to a science. I want to scream it from the towers. I want anyone and everyone to not only see your greatness but to see you for who you are, Viktor. I want them to see the confident, intelligent, beautiful, hardworking man that you and I both know you are. While it is completely understandable and valid that you have some insecurity issues, because we all do, it’s important that you know that you shouldn’t let them get in the way of you not only letting others love you, but also loving yourself, Viktor.”

You open your arms for a moment, silently asking him permission to hug him before he nods with a smirk. “Did you have that prepared or did you come up with that on the spot?” You both let out a breathy laugh as you gently sway the other in your arms. “I meant all of it, and for your information, it was not prepared.”

#arcane #arcane x reader #arcane x gender neutral reader #viktor #viktor x reader #my stuff

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Okay but can we talk about the fact that Sarah and Mary are mostly here to have fun as witches and not with such an evil intent as Winifred? Yes, they’re all evil, but Sarah and Mary are following Winifred, after all. Am I saying that Winifred is a bad influence? …perhaps.

Think about it, from Sarah’s perspective everything Winifred does is just the normal thing to do, especially having in mind that she was TEN the day they had to flee Salem. This girl has no moral compass whatsoever, she’s fundamentally evil because her surroundings made her so. (Now this is something Sarah Jessica Parker has said, that Sarah Sanderson is fundamentally evil because she doesn’t see the harm in what she’s doing)

Mary, on the other hand, definitely has a moral compass, but still she chooses to do evil because that’s well… their whole thing. They’re evil because they enjoy being so and because, after all, it brings them together. And that's all that matters to her. And to them.

When these two got their powers, none of them decided to point at the girls to test their newfound abilities, Sarah pointed at the sky and Mary pointed at the floor and how Winifred, however, got mad because the girls escaped. Or how Sarah on the first movie was flirting with a guy at the Halloween party and Winifred told her off. Or Mary wanting to just enjoy some food and finally rest when they were at the Halloween festival on the second movie, and how Winifred told her to focus on the main goal. Sarah and Mary giggling about ""pranking"" John Pritchett (was that his name?) by turning him into a cat, but Winifred wanting more and setting the reverend's house on fire.

Now I'm not saying that Winifred is the bad guy™ here, but she was part of the reason her sisters are like that, to some extent. And it wasn't intentional either. Winifred always has been a bad tempered person, and a greedy, overly ambitious one while we're at it. The moment she got Book on her hands for the very first time all she wanted was to cast Magicae Maxima so she could be the most powerful of all. And even though she didn't do it back then, she did cast the spell, because at that moment she lost sight of what really mattered the most to her. Perhaps she wanted so much power to finally feel that sense of (false) safety that she has been yearning for. To finally be able to protect her sisters and live at peace doing whatever they pleased, whatever that was.

In conclusion, the reasons the sisters are evil are so abysmally different from each other that in some way Winifred's being the most reasonable of them all makes her seem, in my eyes, like the worst of them all. Probably because it's somehow so human that it's terrifying to me.

#Needless to say I love the three of them with such a passion #and idk I feel like Winifred is such a complex character #maybe I read too much into it bc adhd goes brrrrr but I don't care #edward the ghost speaks #hocus pocus #hocus pocus 2 #hocus pocus 2 spoilers #winifred sanderson #mary sanderson #sarah sanderson #the sanderson sisters #sanderson sisters

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2 and destiel 🫂

thank you ro my beloved. this one got a little weird and horny (of course) and also i posted it on ao3 here! enjoy <3

send me number and spn ship and i'll write you a drabble

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Of all the things that have been difficult about Castiel’s newfound humanity, sensation is one of the most complicated. There are bad parts: scratchy tags in the back of shirts which Cas has since cut out, the awful smell when the old kitchen sink in the Bunker backs up, images of blood and Leviathans and fading grace in his nightmares. But there are wonderful parts, too. There are scents and feelings and sounds Castiel wants to experience as much as possible: sunshine on skin, Dean’s voice in his ear, the smell of cooking burgers. And then, there are things that fall somewhere decidedly more uncertain.

Sweat is one of those sensations he’s not sure if he likes or dislikes. The stickiness and moisture are strange, but the act isn’t entirely unwelcome. It’s a very human thing, really. Only a century ago, it would’ve been unimaginable that Cas would have had any firsthand experience with it. But like so many things, that’s different now.

“Jesus.” The motel door clicks shut behind them, and Dean starts shedding layers. “Ugh, I feel disgusting.”

Cas frowns down at his body as Dean’s jacket and flannel hit the floor with a thump. “I think this is the sweatiest I’ve ever been,” he tells him. “It’s… damp.”

Dean laughs, ragged with exhaustion as he pulls off his boots and socks. “Sprinting a mile and a half to the car with the cops on your trail will do that to you.”

It’s brilliant, the ease and lack of self-consciousness with which he moves his body. And now, with this new and fragile thing blossoming between them, Cas is allowed to look at it. Allowed to love it.

“You don’t think they followed us?”

“Nah. We definitely lost them.”

Dean unbuckles his belt and starts sliding it off. Cas can’t help himself—he stares openly, not bothering to temper his attention as Dean’s fingers move across the soft leather, as he flicks open the button and lowers the zipper.

“Like what you see?” Dean is smiling—a little smug, maybe, but mostly just fond. Barefoot and shirtless, with his jeans unzipped enough that Cas can see the blue-green plaid of his boxers peeking through, hair a mess and skin shining with sweat, Dean is a vision. He’s incredible.

“Yes,” Cas says. This thing between the two of them is very new and it still feels risky to be so open and earnest about how much he loves Dean. But looking at him, Castiel can’t help himself. He doesn’t waste time overthinking his actions. He takes a few quick steps across the room and grabs Dean’s face to kiss him.

Dean freezes for just a moment, hands hovering in the air beside them, and then he kisses Cas back. He slides a hand around Cas’s waist to pull him closer, his bare chest against Cas’s button-down, and the sensation is as overwhelming as it always is when they’re intimate. Dean’s skin moving against his, the taste of his mouth and tongue, the smell of his body—

And oh. Oh, this is different. Castiel knows that human scent changes all the time—it’s why he so quickly took up the use of deodorant after becoming human—but this is something he’s unfamiliar with. Dean doesn’t smell of body odor, or anything unpleasant at all, for that matter. He smells… like a man. Like a human man, one who has been working for long hours in the sun or fleeing the police in humid summertime. The smell of Dean now is musky and deep and raw, and Cas loves it, adores it.

He pulls back from the kiss, and wastes no time moving to Dean’s neck to mouth along the skin there. He tastes salty. Cas breathes it in as deep as he can. 

“Woah, Cas.” Dean laughs a little, but Cas immediately steps back at the discomfort in his voice. “Listen, babe, I love the way this is heading, but we’re both a little nasty right now. Like, sweat-through-your-undershirt nasty. Why don’t we take a shower first?”

“Oh. Yes, okay.” Castiel looks away, feels heat burning in his cheeks. He knows this about human convention, knows the modern definition of cleanliness. He shouldn’t have been so presumptuous as to assume Dean would be okay with Castiel’s alien lust for him. “I’m sorry.”

“Don’t be sorry.” Dean looks at him like he’s not quite sure what Cas is thinking. “I just don’t want you to feel weird. I know I probably stink.”

“You don’t.” Cas frowns. And then a deeply embarrassing thought occurs to him. “Oh. I might, though.”

“You don’t either,” Dean says. “I mean, you smell sweaty. But you don’t stink.”

“I, um. I like how you smell. It’s…” Cas glances away, uncomfortable with his own honesty. “I like it.”

“Right now?”

“Yes.”

Dean moves to catch Cas’s eye, and as soon as he does, he breaks into a grin. “Well, well. Who woulda thought you’d be into this kind of thing?”

Cas blinks. “What do you mean?”

“You think it’s kind of hot, me being all sweaty and musky like this. Don’t you?”

Cas nods, and his face burns even hotter—another horrible sensation he’s discovered in humanity.

“Woah, hey, don’t be embarrassed!” Dean’s smile softens. He takes Cas’s hand and squeezes it. “Lots of people like that. I’m flattered.”

“Really?”

“Yeah,” Dean says. “And honestly, I’m starting to think I like it too.”

Castiel narrows his eyes. “Really?” he repeats.

“Uh, really.” Dean’s face goes red, too; his nose, though, is pink. “You’re pretty fucking hot covered in sweat. And you smell… I don’t know. But I like it.”

Castiel searches his face. He knows Dean sometimes says things he doesn’t mean just to make others feel better. But he can tell by the vague awkwardness about them both—Dean means it.

So he takes a step back. And then, slowly, a little self-consciously, he starts removing clothes. Dean doesn’t try to interrupt; he just watches Cas strip with blown-out pupils. And when there’s nothing left, Castiel smiles.

“Take your pants off,” he says.

Dean grins. “Bossy.” 

Castiel rolls his eyes, excitement and lust and love bubbling under his skin. He pushes Dean back onto the bed, watches him bounce on the shitty mattress, then reattaches his mouth to his neck.

“Take. Off. Your. Pants,” Cas mouths against his skin.

It’s past midnight when they finally stumble into the shower, boneless and giggling against each other. And then, in the softest clothes they both own, laying together in the small motel bed, Cas tucks his face against Dean’s shoulder and breathes him in. He smells clean—motel soap and his own shampoo, the faintest remains of his deodorant. And something unnameable, something Castiel can always smell on him. Something that’s just Dean. Cas noses closer, breathes deeper.

“You smelling me again?” Dean says, his voice curling affectionately low in the darkness.

“You’re my favorite smell.”

Dean is quiet for a moment. Then he kisses the top of Castiel’s head. “Even when I’m soaked in sweat?” he jokes.

Cas smiles. “Especially then.”

#deancas #destiel #deancas fic #fic #spn #del's writing #i feel iffy about this one but i figured i'd put it out here anyway!

[lunnanunna]

Don’t Go

SF9 EXTRA MEMBER AU

Summary: Miyoung was missing the two oldest who enlisted and the rest of her members are there for her.

Warnings: light swearing

Taglist: @hyunmijung @galacticstxrdust @many-gay-magpies @precious-seungwooya @helladead-hellaradical @boss-baby-jongho @kimonmars @chagi-nana @wooya1224 @poutypoutybin @sunflower-0180 @frankenstein852 @jenseok17​ @keijikunn​ @glitteringcoffeefreak​

Let me know if you’d like to be added or removed from the taglist.

A/N: Hope you enjoy!

Requests are open. Feedback is welcomed.

Miyoung sat on her bed reading. She had recently picked up No Longer Human by Osamu Dazai and was loving it. She was definitely going to reread it.

She reached for her coffee that she had on her bedside table as she reread the last bit of the current chapter she was on. She really liked the style of this author. Though she had really been liking a lot of different styles lately, seeing as she had been filling her time with reading lately. If she wasn’t filming for her channel, she was reading.

All this reading may or may not be her way of coping. (Coping with Youngbin and Inseong being gone due to enlistment.) Miyoung had no idea how she was going to deal with all of her members, if only two had enlisted and she was struggling.

Basically, in Miyoung’s mind, if she spends less time with her members now, it’ll hurt less when they leave. Was it working? Of course not. She was miserable. And she was pretty sure that her members were starting to worry, which was never a good thing.

Miyoung startled when the door to her room opened. Looking up, she saw Seokwoo and Sanghyuk walk in. She was not ready for whatever shenanigans they were about to bring, but judging by their faces, Miyoung knew that there was no way for her to avoid it.

“What do you want?” she asked, closing her book. She folded her arms over her chest, raising a brow at the two. They in turn, side-eyed each other then smirked as they walked over to her.

“We miss you,” Seokwoo said, pouting.

“We saw each other this morning,” Miyoung shook her head.

“Yeah, in passing. After you got your coffee, you came back in here and haven’t left ever since,” Sanghyuk whined, walking over to her and sitting on her bed.

Miyoung shrugged, picking at a loose thread of her sweat shorts.

“Mimi, we’re not scolding you. It’s just that this has been happening a lot. Other than practice, we’ve barely seen you,” Seokwoo said, sitting on the floor next to where she was on the bed.

She shrugged again.

“Is there a reason why you’re avoiding us?” the taller of the two asked.

“I’m not avoiding you,” Miyoung was quick to respond.

“Really, now?” Sanghuyk asked, raising his own brow at the girl.

“I’m not! I’ve just been busy,” Miyoung shrugged, though she wasn’t sure if that was going to hold up in court.

“Reading doesn’t count, Mimi. Plus you’re a fast reader. So when you’re done with a book you should have plenty of time to hang out with us,” Jaeyoon said from the doorway.

Miyoung glared at him as he walked through, the rest of the boys trailing behind him. This was starting to feel like an intervention of sorts.

“What is this?” she asked, waving vaguely at everyone as they sat at her desk, her bed, or on the floor.

“It’s exactly what you think it is,” Taeyang said, climbing over her to sit between her and the wall.

“An intervention,” Chanhee nodded.

“We don’t know what’s going on exactly, but last time you pulled away from us, you were being assaulted,” Juho said.

Miyoung stilled. They were right. She scoffed at herself, breaking her promise of always coming to them no matter what.

“You think this is funny?” Youngkyun asked, frowning.

“Listen, we can’t read you the way Youngbin-hyung can. We don’t know what’s wrong, but we can at least see that something’s wrong,” Juho said, folding his arms over his chest.

“I’m laughing, but not because it’s funny. It’s because I thought I had changed, but I didn’t. I’m still hiding things and possibly leading to trouble,” Miyoung said, running her hands through her hair.

The boys looked at each other then back at Miyoung, as Taeyang spoke up. “Then tell us.”

Miyoung covered her face with her hands. She could feel her face heating up. The fact that she was pulling away from them because she didn’t want to have to deal with the emotions that will come with them enlisting, was embarrassing.

“Are you in trouble?” Juho asked.

The visual looked up, shaking her head, “I’m not. I promise you.”

“Then what?” Sanghyuk asked.

“It’s embarrassing,” she answered, shrugging. Miyoung chewed on her lip, looking at her hands.

At that, the boys all looked at each other. Deeming it better that she feel embarrassed over unsafe, they agreed to wait for her.

“Then you don’t have to tell us now,” Seokwoo said.

“As long as you’re not in any danger,” Chanhee added.

Miyoung looked up at them. She could tell that they meant it, but now she was feeling guilty. There’s no reason she couldn't tell them. It’s not like they’d make fun of her.

She took in a deep breath then spoke up, “I don’t want you guys to go.” It came out mumbled.

“What do you mean?” Taeyang asked.

Miyoung shrugged, “Enlistment.”

“Oh, Mimi,” Sanghyuk said, grabbing her and pulling her onto his lap. She curled up, hiding her rapidly flushing face in his chest.

“Wait, Young-ah. Do you miss Youngbin and Inseong?” Jaeyoon asked.

Miyoung nodded her head.

“And now you’re already thinking  about how you’ll miss us too when we go?” Youngkyun asked.

She nodded again.

“I know that this is a serious thing for you, but God damn, this is fucking adorable,” Juho smiled.

Miyoung groaned. “Don’t make fun.”

“We’re not,” Taeyang said from behind her and Sanghyuk. He ran his hand through her hair.

“Noona, we’re not all leaving at once. You’ll never be alone,” the maknae assured.

“I know, but that doesn't mean I won’t miss each of you when you leave,” she pouted.

“Is that why you’ve been distant? You were embarrassed to tell us?” Jaeyoon asked.

“Sort of. But it was mostly because I figured if I spent less time with you guys, I’d grow less attached and it’s hurt less,” she confessed.

“Okay, my turn to hold our cute Mimi,” Seokwoo said as he pulled Miyoung from Sanghyuk’s lap and onto his. Sanghyuk squawked as she was pulled away. Miyoung on the other hand, flushed again as she was being handled like a ragdoll. (It was always like that when it came to cuddling with these boys.)

Once in the tallest member’s lap, she was turned to face the rest of her members, much to her embarrassment. Seokwoo wrapped his arms around her middle and nuzzled her neck. Miyoung squirmed.

“I’m going to tell you right now, Miyoung, that your plan was going to backfire on you so badly,” Juho said.

“I figured,” she mumbled.

“Listen, Noona. All you need to know is that you’ll never be alone, and we won’t be gone forever. Two years will fly by before you know it. Plus half of us aren’t due to enlist for years,” Youngkyun said.

Miyoung nodded. She knew all that. Still, that didn't stop her from not wanting them to go. “I know.”

“Then let’s focus on the now. Yeah the hyungs aren’t here now, but we’ll keep in contact and they’ll visit too,” Taeyang said.

“Youngbin-hyung will definitely come back if he hears that Miyoung was crying over him,” Seokwoo spoke into her neck, chuckling.

“Yah! I’m not crying over him,” Miyoung protested.

“At the moment, but if you’re missing them that bad, I can only imagine how many times you’ve had to stop yourself from crying,” Chanhee smirked.

Miyoung pouted, “Maybe it would be better if you all left.”

“You don’t mean that,” Taeyang said with a knowing look.

“No. No, I don’t,” Miyoung shook her head, frowning. The others chuckled.

“Okay. Okay. That's enough pouting. How about we order takeout and watch a movie then we can prove to Mimi that she’ll never be alone?” Jaeyoon suggested.

“Sounds like a plan to me,” Seokwoo said, standing up. He threw Miyoung over his shoulder and followed the others to the living room.

“Mimi, we love you,” Taeyang smiled, looking at Miyoung who was hiding her blush behind her hands.

“I love you guys too,” she mumbled out. She smiled despite herself.

Miyoung’s Masterlist

#sf9 #sf9 au #sf9 10th member #sf9 extra member #sf9 fanfic #sf9 scenarios #sf9 oneshots #kpop scenarios #kpop reactions #kpop oneshots #female kpop additions #kim youngbin #kim inseong #lee jaeyoon #lee dawon #baek zuho #kim rowoon #yoo taeyang #kim hwiyoung #kang chani

[lanistas]

glued on tight to this carousel

My first (and hopefully not last) attempt to write fics for this fandom. Inspired by this post by @sarcasticsciencefictionwriter. Time-wise this is supposed to be not long after Helen found out the terrible truth about John and broke off their engagement. Hope you enjoy!

When Helen looks at her engagement ring, she feels like a shard of ice is growing inside of her, penetrating her lungs, breaking her ribcage, razor sharp and unyielding. She can’t breathe, and once again she berates herself for being so weak, for lacking courage to throw this damned ring into a nearest pond. But Helen is only human. So she just stares at it, trembles and closes the box, clenches it in her hands. She hides her heart in that box too, an organ so fragile, yet so stubborn, that it breaks, and breaks, and breaks, but refuses to stop completely.

Helen Magnus hates being fragile and weak. And the fact that Montague John Druitt managed to reduce her to someone who is afraid of shadows makes her hate herself even more. Hating herself is easy. Hating him… no matter how much Helen wants to, no matter the pain that he’s caused her, her treacherous heart breaks, and weeps, but still beats for him, and him alone.

John Druitt shredded her heart into the tiniest of pieces, and she’s not naive to think he’s ever going to change… but right now, sitting in front of the fireplace in her father’s library, she aches for the way things used to be. She remembers John’s smile, his laughter, and his touch, almost reverent at first. She was so happy back then. She can still recall the purest joy that she felt when he asked her to share a life with him, how she couldn’t stop smiling and giggling to herself for hours afterwards. Such radiant happiness, taken from her so soon. 

Helen hates her life. She hates herself. But not him. Oh, never him.

The sound of the library door opening distracts Helen from reminiscing. The room around her is dark, and the fireplace provides little light. Helen thinks she doesn’t care much.

“There you are. Why would you sit in almost complete darkness, Helen? You got eternal youth out of our little experiment, not eternally good eyesight.”

Nikola’s voice breaks the silence of the library, and Helen winces at the sound. She takes a sharp breath, feels tears leaving trails on her cheeks. She doesn’t know when she started crying, and she can’t stop now, her throat constricting with a burning pain that she’s kept inside of herself for weeks.

“Helen?” Nikola is at her side in an instant, concern and confusion evident on his face. “What happened? What’s wrong?”

She cannot reply. The heaviness in her chest is suddenly too much, and she keeps sobbing, her fingers fiddling with a tiny box in her hands. It doesn’t go unnoticed by the man kneeling in front of her, and Nikola frowns.

“Was John here?” he takes the box from her, throws it on the floor. “Helen, look at me. Was he here? Did he hurt you?”

“No,” Helen replies. “I’m alright. I just… I need a moment.”

She rubs her face with her palms, wipes tears from her chin. Some part of Helen expects Nikola to reach for her, but he doesn’t. Of course. Nikola is not James. Nikola Tesla is hardly someone who knows how to comfort other people. Helen doesn’t blame him. She lifts her head to meet his gaze and tries to give him a little smile, and the panic in his eyes subsides.

It’s bizarre to have Nikola near when she is at her lowest. It’s usually James who chases away her fears when her head and her heart are heavy. It seems that James Watson has always been a part of her life, her best friend and confidant for so long she feels they are joined at the hip. Nikola, however, is an acquired taste, still a novelty, even after years of friendly rivalry and sleepless nights at the laboratory. He’s never witnessed her weaknesses and her imperfections, and Helen expects Nikola to make an awkward comment and leave, too stunned and repulsed to see her perfect and spotless façade cracking, the pedestal that all of her friends put her on shattering beneath her feet. 

And yet Nikola Tesla is full of surprises.

“We need to warm you up,” he says quietly, his voice unexpectedly soft, even with the usual teasing undertones. “I can think of many ways, but for now tea would do just fine, don’t you think?”

Helen chuckles and nods. “Yes, tea would be lovely.”

Nikola rummages in his pockets for a handkerchief, and Helen gladly accepts a piece of fabric that he finally procures, no matter how rumpled it might be.

“I’ll be right back. You can… umm, stare at the fire for a while, if you’re so inclined.” Nikola stands up and rubs at his knees, shaking off dust. Helen dabs at her eyes, closes them for a second and opens them to the sight of Nikola picking up the ring box and twirling it in his hands. “And I believe it’s time to get rid of this.”

Helen’s heart fills with dread. “No,” she says sharply, sharper than she thought it would sound, “no, please. It’s not necessary.”

She feels silly, stupid, defeated, but she still meets Nikola’s sympathetic look with a defiant gaze. He sighs, gives the tiny box back to her, and lets the matter go.

Half an hour later, when Helen is wrapped up in a blanket with a cup of tea in her hands and Nikola is stirring the coals in the fireplace with a poker, she looks at him, registers the worry lines edged on his forehead. “Thank you,” she whispers into her cup, “for the tea.”

Nikola doesn’t reply.

“And for being here,” she adds. Nikola sighs, puts away the poker, and finally turns to her, looking her over.

“Does this happen often?” he asks, and Helen averts her eyes. Suddenly she feels small. How silly of her. She is six years Nikola’s senior, and yet at this instance she feels like an absolute child.

“Not often. Sometimes.”

“Helen, you can’t keep torturing yourself like that.”

“You sound like James,” she huffs.

“Well, for once I agree with your precious Watson. What happened to John is not your fault.”

Helen knows that. But knowing doesn’t make it easier. So she stays silent, understanding that whatever she says right now will sound wrong. 

“I know that John was dear to you,” Nikola continues, “but Helen, I -” 

He stops abruptly, collects his thoughts, rearranges whatever it is he wanted to say. “We admire and… love you, and it hurts us to see you like that.”

Helen looks at him, and the vulnerability in his eyes shakes her to her core. She’s never seen him like that before. Could it be…

“We?” she repeats the word he was so adamant to emphasize, and Nikola turns away from her to stare at one of her father’s bookshelves.

“Yes. We. You know how important you are to us.”

Helen might be grieving, but she is not blind, and even in the semi-darkness around her she sees Nikola’s face, can read his for once unguarded emotions, and what she sees scares her. 

She’s always known that Nikola feels a certain admiration for her. Yes, he often laughs at her, teases her, challenges her and drives her absolutely insane, making her wonder why they’re even friends, but he still respects her opinions and supports her craziest ideas, finding joy in exploring the unknown by her side. 

She’s never suspected he’s been in love with her all along.

“Thank you,” she finally utters, while Nikola is browsing books, trying to seem nonchalant. “I’m grateful to all of you for your concern.”

Nikola makes a humming sound in response, and Helen is glad that the conversation is over.

Nikola Tesla loves her, and the only emotion in Helen's heart is the deepest sadness. Because her love for John is a mark forever burned into her skin.

Helen can only hope that Nikola's love for her won't scorch his heart the same way John’s scorched hers.

#tv: sanctuary #helen magnus #john druitt #nikola tesla #helen x john #helen x nikola #my fic #i’m still not sure if i like how this turned out… but here you go #i’m convinced helen was hella depressed after john’s grand reveal #so i tried to show this a little bit here #and i like to imagine younger helen as softer and a bit more fragile than modern helen #she acquired thick skin over the decades #but baby helen was painfully human

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Merely A Dream II

Morpheus x Reader

Summary: You were an assistant to Lord Morpheus and one fateful day he disappears from the dreaming leaving all to wonder of his presence. Only time could tell of what happened and what the future would hold whenever he returned.

Word Count: 1,202

A/N: Here is the second chapter!! There is a flashback sequence in this one, it is all written in italics!! Also there is some angst. Once again I hope you enjoy the story <3

Sometimes life seems to be a series of illusions, fooling you into thinking that things could go by with ease, fooling you into thinking that the man who created you actually cared about you. At the end of the day that illusion always comes crashing down knocking you into reality.

This leads you to now, standing at the gates of the dreaming with Lucien standing there waiting to greet Morpheus after his long awaited return. Several minutes passed as he sat in silence looking at the shambles of the realm that he created; eventually he dared to ask Lucien what happened to the dreaming. She explains all of the hardships that the dreaming and everyone who lived there had to endure while he was gone and confirms his suspicions by telling how most of the occupants of the dreaming had left to the human world because they believed that he had abandoned them. As the three of you walk into the remains of what was the castle you tell Morpheus how there were journals full of every detail of what had occurred while he was stuck in the cage then show how they were now just blank books as if the ink had never graced the pages.

The king appears annoyed as he stares at what used to be his home, as if either you or Lucien could control what happened, as if you didn’t nearly kill yourself trying to maintain everything and tirelessly search for him in the meantime. That's when a small smirk forms on his face, suddenly using his magic you and Lucien watch as he tries to put the pieces of the castle together. After a matter of seconds all of the work that he attempted to piece back together crumbles to the floor in worse condition then when he started, that's whenever he gets angry. 

“It’s okay my lord you just need to rest then you’ll have this place back together in no time!” you say trying to lighten the mood. Glancing over it seems as if your words had actually made the situation worse and there's nothing you or Lucien can do as he stands to his feet coming as close to you as he can. 

“If you would have been faster and not so weak so many years ago maybe I would actually be able to use my magic more” he seethes. Rage consumes you, you know deep down the king is a good man but it seems as if during his time in the cage you had tricked yourself into believing that he was someone different all of these fantasies of what you thought happened and what should were all now shattering in your face, he was the same selfish and controlling king he had always been but that doesn’t mean it didn’t hurt any less. 

“YOU got yourself into that situation and yes it is very unfortunate what happened to you but don't forget that I'M the reason you even got out of that hell hole! I killed myself for years tirelessly searching for you and trying to help Lucien keep this place together. But yet somehow you still only see me as a mere dream, well I'm not that anymore remember Morpheus YOU created me to be more than that so when you call me weak know you're calling yourself that because you made me to be this way”. You reply only to be met with silence. Before the situation can escalate you excuse yourself by going to the village where your small house is, entering the home you throw yourself on the bed screaming into the sheets.

How could one person feel so many emotions?? You were relieved and happy that Lord Morpheus was safe and back in the dreaming so things could go back to how they were on the other hand you were consumed by anger and sadness, you hated when people tried to make you feel inferior and that was the kings specialty but somehow you know he still cared which is what made things more confusing.

You weren’t always the assistant to Lord Morpheus, no you started out as a dream that he had created with the intent to show humans their purpose in life while they were sleeping. That's what you did for hundreds of years in fact and you excelled in it helping millions understand the direction they needed to take in life, not all purposes were big actually some were so small you wouldn’t understand it was a purpose in their life till nearly the end of their time and how that one thing was a spiraling wheel leading to all of the other things that happened for them. Of course during that time when you weren’t in people's dreams you stayed in the dreaming realm spending most of the time with Lucien in the library keeping her company telling her about all of the things you had seen asking for peeks of the individuals futures and occasionally you would fill in Lord Morpheus about all of your adventures, it was more of a one sided conversation of you talk and he listens or at least he acted as if he did sometimes you could catch him with a small but noticeable smile when you’d tell him about particular dreams you were proud of showing to people. One day when you were working in someone's dream you were pulled out and sent to the dreaming leaving you confused and somewhat annoyed. There had stood Morpheus just staring at the floor for several moments until finally his gaze had met yours, 

“y/n we need to have a discussion”

“Yes my lord, about what?” you question. 

“I know that my original intent was to have you as a dream but there's been a change of plans. I need you here in the castle. You will now be my assistant and handle whatever I ask or of what is needed of you throughout the realm.” he states. 

That's why you’re sitting here now all because for some unknown reason Morpheus had wanted you to become his assistant. It made you feel like a mistake, maybe you were never as good at your “job” than originally thought. It’s ironic how the whole purpose for your creation was to help others find their purpose in life and now you don’t even have one… you just exist. During his time in the cage you had finally felt strong that you were no longer just a dream because you had so much control on what you could do with your life. Now you feel like a child cowering in the corner, but it's time that you fought back against this feeling because you needed to know the answer to the question that has been haunting you for nearly a century. Marching all the way back to the remains of the castle you see Morpheus standing there ready to leave to go to the mortal world to retrieve his “tools”, but you don’t let him. Grabbing his arm you pull him towards you until the two of you are nearly face to face,

“Why the hell did you change me Lord Morpheus”.

A/N: Sorry I know this chapter wasn't quite as long as the other one but the next one will have more answers to y/ns question and it starts the quest of searching for Morpheus' beloved tools.

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