#it hit me several hours later how bad that hurt

[ask-caine]

ok ok what’s yours and moons love story. Beginning to end

OOC POST

It's a bit of a crazy story, actually!

We originally met online through TADC, when she messaged all the Caine accounts she could find for a shitpost "wedding" thing. We ended up hitting it off and talking about random things for a while. It started with my random fact about Kentucky marriage laws and how a couple used them to get married by cocaine bear (hence the below picture)

We ended up learning about a shared interest in plague doctors, as well as discussing several very random topics. Anyways, she invited all the Caines to a discord server, and I ended up being the only one who actually showed up. We would end up talking for hours upon hours day after day there. It was genuinely shocking how much we had in common.

At this point, I had been kinda been picking up on some of the flirtatious undertones behind some of the things she was saying, but I wasn't 100% sure about it yet and was still kinda testing the waters. I'd heard the term love at first sight, and looking back on it, that's pretty much what it felt like. I had been developing a crush on her up to this point, and I kept thinking about her as I was getting ready for bed. I had to keep stopping myself from falling head over heels, reminding myself we barely even knew each other and telling myself "no, she's just being nice. Don't be weird, there's nothing behind this, she's just being friendly."

...As it turned out, she wanted to be a little more than friends... Given my feelings up to this point, I was a little overwhelmed when she told me. I had to take a minute to collect my thoughts, to process everything (hence her jokes about me pulling a Caine and running away). But I liked her, too, and was willing to try a long-distance relationship. So, that's what we did.

It was only a few days after we first got together officially that I told her I loved her. It just felt right. Apparently I caught both of us off-guard with it, since she was sure that she'd be the one who would've said it first. ...We both dived in a little too headfirst from there. From my side of things, it was just so exciting and exhilerating to have this feeling I'd been searching for all my life, and I wanted more of it. We took a step back and both agreed to try and take things at a more reasonable pace from here on out.

We ended up learning a lot about each other. It was like we were the same person, split apart and put in two entirely different situations but turning out the same way anyway. ...This similarity became concerning when we realized we both had the same last name, as well as the fact that we both had Scottish ancestry. But, one family search check later, we confirmed that we are not, in fact, related. Just another insane coincidence that further proves that we were made for each other...

We shared a lot with each other. Our interests, hobbies, ideals, feelings on various topics. Our experiences throughout life, good and bad. The darkest parts of us. Every day, we grew closer. There was no denying that there was something special between us.

That isn't to say everything was perfect. We both still had a lot to learn about ourselves and about each other. There were ups and downs. Things were far from easy. There was a lot of avoidable pain both ways. As time went on, we started to become a little more distant...

Eventually, the stress of life and school and worries and everything going on got to be too much, and she called for us to take a break from the relationship. This hurt, of course... But, taking a break and being done are very different things. I was okay with taking a break, since we would still hang out and such sometimes, just not as romantically.

But, that still wasn't enough. Everything continued to be really stressful, and she felt like she wasn't a net positive in my life and was dragging me down (though the truth was exactly the opposite). So, she decided to fully end the relationship. Which... Really hurt me. Badly.

I kind of fell into a depressive state for a while. I had opened myself up like never before, let myself be more vulnerable than at any point in my life. I had finally found love, the one thing I'd truly wanted all my life, the only thing I've ever needed, and then it was just taken right away. The one thing I feared more than anything else in the world had come to pass.

We would still talk occasionally, but not like before. I already hurt so much, and just talking with her without being able to say the love I still felt was torture for me. So, I distanced myself a bit. I dealt with things on my own. I learned a lot about myself as I came to terms with how things had ended up.

Eventually, I started to feel a little more okay. I knew I could never stop loving her, so I decided to try and turn that love from romantic to platonic and still try to be a friend. Because while I may have lost her, she didn't want me out of her life completely. I could make do as just friends.

But, when I started to come back and we started to talk more again, she realized how much she had been missing me while we were apart. She figured out that some of the things she'd been feeling had been more than she'd realized. She learned that she actually was happier when we were together, and that she still really enjoyed being with me.

So, she began to give little hints again, like before. And, again, I picked up on them, but I didn't want to believe them 100% because of how much I'd been hurt last time. I told myself that she was just showing platonic love, the same way I was. Things would never be the same again. They couldn't be. If I was good for her before, she wouldn't have left...

It was actually Randy who got us actually talking again, first on our blogs, and then regarding what we were being sent. This eventually led to us talking just in general, about all sorts of things... Including what had happened between us. It was emotional, but we both came out of it feeling better about things.

That said, it took until this post before I realized she still loved me and that it was okay to love her back, the way I'd been holding in all this time. We had a heartfelt reunion, though we weren't officially dating again just yet. It still took me a while after that to fully accept everything and let down my guard again, after how much I was still hurting from last time...

But I didn't like the feeling of keeping her away. Of having a barrier between us. I desperately craved that deep, personal connection of love with her again. So, I opened my heart up again. And I'm so incredibly grateful that I did.

Soon after that point, Randy showed up and all those shenanigans ensued. But they only managed to get us talking more about things and uniting against it, which actually brought us even closer together. So, I guess if one good thing's come out of that dumpster fire of stress and stupidity, it's that.

Things have been absolutely wonderful since we got back together. We both learned a lot about ourselves in our time apart, and things have been much better between us. The rocky, uncertain road from before the break had smoothed over. And we fell so much deeper in love the second time.

Add in the stress of the past several weeks, with all the Tumblr drama with these blogs and the hiatus and everything (which I'm not getting into because you can see all that for yourself by looking through our blogs), and you're caught up to the present day. Life is still very stressful for us both, but a lot less so than when we first got together. We understand ourselves and each other so much better, which helps us make less mistakes and treat each other more tenderly and personally in the ways that we need most.

As for the future, immediately after finishing school, I plan to find work and save up to visit her in Canada sometime in the summer. After that is a little hazy at the moment, but we'll figure out our lives and put together a plan to find stable jobs and create a good life for ourselves up there.

And that's it, that's our story. From when we met all the way to the present day. You said beginning to end, but I'm afraid there is no end to our love. The story's still being written. Our lives are still being lived. I hope to be able to add to this years into the future, when we're living together and when we start our own family. But it might still take a while to reach that point.

#pdw x shy #ooc post #love story #lore dump #tadc ask blog #tadc bluetooth #bluetooth tadc #caine tadc #tadc caine #moon x caine #caine x moon #caine x the moon #the moon x caine #idk how to tag this #i hope this is good

[vinnellamadz]

Enemies to lovers Adam x f!reader?

Enemies to Lovers

Adam X Reader

A/N: I shed blood, sweat and tears making this. SORRY IF ITS OOC this is my first real fic Adam is a PAIN to write.

You were never really able to get along with Adam. From the moment Adam arrived in heaven, the two of you were always at each other's throats.

Adam would always pick fights over the smallest things, and it was always enough to make you bite back. There wasn't a single day that he couldn't get under your skin and make fun of you. Calling you names, competing with you, and just being a general pain in your ass.

Today was the day of the first-second extermination of the year.

Adam was off giving his soldiers a 'pep talk', but before he flew off to this hazbin hotel, he came to you first.

As always, he made sure to get his daily insults in before he left, tearing into you with his words, ensuring you knew just how inferior and pathetic he deemed you. His snarky and playful tone only served to aggravate you further. Finally, unable to bear it any longer, you snapped back, 'Oh, shut up! I hope you never return, Adam!' His initial shock quickly gave way to a smug grin. 'Calm your pretty little head, babe,' he retorted, his arrogance undeterred as he continued to prattle on about himself."

You weren't even listening; His annoying voice was easy to block out.

“plus I know you’ll miss me, I fuckin’ rock, I’m THE Adam” he pointed to himself keeping that stupid shit eating smile he always had, god you wanted to punch him so bad but couldn't, as you feared you would get sent to hell so you slammed the door in his face instead.

Later that night, you were sitting on your heavenly comfy couch, enjoying the latest episodes of your favorite shows. You were just about to fall asleep when a frantic knock jolted you from the cushions. With a tinge of fear, you approached the door, thinking, 'This is heaven; this couldn’t be bad, right?' As you opened the door and peeked out, you were shocked to see Adam, but he was far from his usual self. Covered in golden blood and bearing multiple stab wounds, he looked as though he had been through hell. (Lol) Without hesitation, you flung the door open, calling out, 'Adam!' before he collapsed on your doorstep.

It had been a while since you found Adam. Earlier, you had managed to drag him to your couch. As you attempted to patch him up, you discovered several more wounds scattered across his body. Shocked by the extent of his injuries, you couldn't help but wonder who could have inflicted such damage.

hours have passed since the surprise at your doorstep. You had fallen asleep on the floor beside him. When you woke up, he had yet to awaken, Panic gripped your heart as you reached out to shake him gently, wondering if he had actually died in his sleep. (double dead) You placed your finger beneath his nose, relieved to feel the subtle rise and fall of his breath. 'Why do I even care so much...' you pondered, a mix of emotions swirling within you.

More hours had passed, and as you were making lunch for yourself, you heard him make a sound. Turning around, you saw that he had finally woken up. “What the fuck am I doing here?” was the first thing that came out of his mouth. “You came to me, Adam. You're hurt.” Upon hearing your words, he winced and attempted to sit up, but a wave of pain washed over him, causing him to groan. Reacting quickly, you rushed to his side, gently placing a hand on his shoulder to ease him back down. 'Lay down, Adam,' you said softly, concern evident in your voice. “You're going to make it worse if you push yourself too hard.” Adam groaned with displeasure as you stood up and started walking back to the kitchen. However, something he said made you stop in your tracks.

“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” You froze in surprise. 'What?' Slowly, you turned to him, a shocked expression on your face. “Excuse me? How hard did you hit your head?”

You stood there in silence as he just stared at you “… I’m just fucking with you… dumb b-bitch…” he looked away in embarrassment, you stared at him with a shocked look ‘doesn’t sound like was a joke..’

“I can do it myself!” He argued.

"If you move, you'll probably explode or die. Stop it!" You were trying your best to care for him these past few days, but he's just such a pain in the ass. Currently, you were trying to feed him, but he kept turning his head away, stubborn as ever. Fed up with his behavior and the frustration boiling inside you, you finally snapped. With determination, you grabbed hold of his head, locking eyes with him. "Just eat it, damn it!" you exclaimed, frustration evident in your voice as you forcefully shoved the spoon into his mouth. Finally, he relented and ate it, although begrudgingly.

“I’d rather you shove your-“

“Shut the fuck up”

“Moody Bitch…”

You scoffed at his remarks, striding over to him and motioning for him to sit up, to which he obliges. "Take your shirt off," you instruct. He smirks in response. "Don't give me that look; you know what I mean." His smirk fades into annoyance as he complies with your request. Gently removing his bandages required getting close, and you carefully unwrap them before swiftly replacing them with fresh ones, wrapping them around his body with precision and care.

"You look really pretty down there" he grins at you, his eyes sparkling with admiration. You blush in response, feeling a warm flush creeping up your cheeks, unsure of how to respond to the unexpected compliment.

Wanna know a secret?" He said, catching your attention. You looked at him with a confused expression, but slowly nodded, curiosity piqued.

"you know I live alone right now? No one's going to—" Your words were cut off as you felt his hand grasp your face, Before you could react, his lips met yours in a sudden, electrifying kiss, sending a rush of warmth through your body.

Adam pulled away, leaving you stunned and bewildered by the sudden rush of conflicting emotions.

"You make it so damn difficult to hate you," he confessed, his voice tinged with frustration and a hint of something deeper, something you couldn't quite decipher. As you stood there, grappling with the unexpected confession, you realized that perhaps there was more to your relationship than just rivalry. With a mixture of uncertainty and expanding hope, you met his gaze, silently acknowledging the unspoken possibility of a new beginning between two former enemies turned potential lovers.

This was so hard goodbye. It’s so OOC I’m soo sorry I tried to rush the end to put this out faster 😭

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[nycbaby21]

Young and Stupid

prompt: sharing a bed with your best friend's older brother

word count: 4,600

“I’m really sorry,” I hear my best friend’s voice rush over the phone. “Wow no hello, no how are you, no I miss you. You must be really sorry,” I laugh closing my book standing up and stretching. I had been sitting at my desk for the past three hours studying for my last final in an hour. “So I know the plan was for me to drive up and grab you and then head home,” Liana started and her voice trailed off. I groan already knowing I’m gonna hate what leaves her mouth next. 

“So funny story, you know that really cute guy I was telling you about,” she continued. “Yes, I remember the very cute blonde with super blue eyes,” I say grabbing everything I needed and heading out of my dorm. I began walking to my last class and stayed on the phone with her the whole way. “Okay so come to find out he lives like an hour away from my parent's house. So he is gonna give me a ride home,” I stop in my tracks.

“Li, what are you saying,” I ask having a feeling where this is going. “I already talked to my parents and they are super excited to meet him. I can really see this going somewhere,” I can hear the smile in her voice. “Okay,” I say stopping at the stairs of my lecture hall. “You aren’t mad,” she asks, concern in her voice. “No, I’m not mad. I’ll just have to find a ride after I finish this test,” I say. “Don’t worry I already have one for you,” she says. “Liana Barzal what did you do,” I ask with a whine in my voice.

“Love you! Talk later, good luck with your test. You are gonna kick ass,” she rambles and then hangs up on me. I can’t let myself think about it and walk into the room focusing on the test at hand. After an hour, I walk out of the building and head back to my dorm. I tried to call Liana several times, but she never answered me. When I walked into my dorm, I could see why.

“Mat, what are you doing here,” I ask seeing her older brother lying down on my bed reading a book. “Geez about time you got back. I was so bored I started reading your stupid little book,” he says in a teasing tone. I snatched the book from his hands and put it on my desk. “Let’s try this again. “What are you doing here Mathew Barzal,” I ask with an attitude. I loved the whole Barzal family, they have become like a family to me over the years. Our parents were friends and then they had Liana and I at the same time. But Mat was a whole different story.

Ever since I could remember he would tease me. Little things never anything terrible or purposefully malicious. He would pull my hair out of the ponytail, always call me stupid nicknames, and my personal favorite pretend he didn’t know who I was almost all of high school. I had always hoped it was the classic, oh he likes you because he teases you kind of thing. Those dreams were shattered when I was around and his friends asked who I was, and he just replied just some girl my sister is friends with no one important. It was not like I had known him my whole life or anything.

“Oh, you used my full name. I’m so scared,” he laughed sitting up and staring down at me. My bed was raised so I could reach to slap the back of his head so I smacked his calf. He laughed at me and I just kept hitting him. Not hard enough for it to hurt, but it did feel good to let out some of my frustration. I had been so stressed with finals, maintaining my grades, and stupid boy problems.

“What the hell are you doing,” my roommate Maddie asks walking in with her girlfriend right behind her. “Aw Y/n, good for you. I’m glad you moved on from that loser. Also, this one is so much hotter,” Olivia says sitting down on the bed. My entire face burns red and I stop hitting Mat. “No no no. This is Mat,” I rush taking a few steps away from him. He quirks an eyebrow at me. “Oh shit my bad. I thought. You know what never mind what I thought. I’m just gonna sit here and look pretty,” she jokes with me. “You think he’s hot,” Maddie ask looking from Mat to Olivia. “I don’t know for a guy yeah. I mean I would never ever never. But I could see the appeal,” she shrugs explaining to her girlfriend.

“I don’t know. How you treat people is way more important than looks,” Maddie rolls her eyes continuing to pack her bag. The whole time I refused to make eye contact with him. “You know who I am,” he asks hopping down off the bed and leaning back against it. “You talk about me Y/n,” his voice comes off condescending. I huff and let out a groan and Olivia throws a pillow at me. I whack him in the face with it. He grabs my wrist and makes me freeze. Noticing the tension Maddie saves the day.

 “I know a lot about you Barzal. Your sister is amazing by the way,” Maddie smirks, knowing she is riling him up. “You think Y/n/n talks about you. Please, you have no idea how many people try to get info on you from her. She has never once indulged them,” Olivia says thinking she is being helpful. I cut her a look and she stops talking. He looks down at me and his face softens. “What is she talking about,” he asked me. “Well, we should get on the road. Long drive down to Tennessee. Love you Y/n,” Olivia says grabbing Maddie’s stuff and heading for the door.

Maddie comes and wraps me up in a hug. “Call me okay. I love you and have a great break,” she smiles. “I love you and you guys too. Also Mads you got this. Any parent should be thrilled for their daughter to bring you home,” I give her arm a comforting squeeze. She nods and walks towards the door. “Barzal, if I hear one word about you hurting my girl you better be ready,” she threatens and closes the door. The air was thick in tension as soon as it was just the two of us.

Mat turns and opens his mouth to say something but I cut him off before he can. “Okay well, she should probably get on the road too,” I say grabbing my duffle bag and throwing it over my shoulder, and grabbing the suitcase with my free arm. I feel myself being pulled back and the weight on my left arm is now gone. Mat now had my pink duffle bag over his shoulder. He sent me a small smile and headed towards the door. This is gonna be a long trip.

I slowly walked behind him following him to his car in the parking lot. I let out a laugh and tried to cover it with a cough. His head snapped back to me and he smiled. “Yeah yeah, laugh it up,” he says putting my stuff in the back with his. “No I’m not laughing at you or the car I swear,” I laugh and he cuts me a look. “It’s just you’ve been in the NHL how long? They have to be paying you enough for a luxury car,” I say getting in the passenger door as he shuts it behind me. “Not that I need to explain myself to you, but there is no point in all of that. I mean this is a great little car, trustworthy, and dependable,” he says leaning over and looking backward to reverse the car. I hated to admit it to myself but he looked way too good doing that.

“No, you don’t have to explain anything to me. I just figured you would be all flashy and get a car to impress some girl,” I shrug looking outside my window and not at him. “Maybe the Mat you used to know would have done that. But I’m not that guy anymore,” he says glancing over at me. His stare makes me feel like the same little girl who had a monster crush on her best friend’s older brother. “Maybe,” I ask in a teasing tone getting a laugh out of him, like a real genuine smile. Happy with how the conversation was going and in fear of messing it up, I reached over and flipped through the stations trying to find a station.

“Here, just play something on here. The static is driving me crazy,” Mat says handing his phone over to me. I held it like it was a bomb, scared if I moved it would go off. “What,” he laughs eyes straight ahead. “I don’t know. It’s just no guy has ever just openly handed me his phone to go through,” I say opening his phone, he didn’t even have a password on it. His background makes me stop. It was a picture of Liana, him, my little sister, and me from one summer when we were kids on my dad’s boat. “Well you have been around the wrong guys,” he says snapping me out of my trance.

I didn’t even know that picture existed, let alone why Mat had it as his home screen. “Yeah well, you could say that again,” I laugh dryly and scroll through his playlist trying to find one. “Oh my gosh. You do not still have this,” I say shocked pulling up a playlist I made him one summer when he said I had terrible music taste and wanted to prove him wrong. I click play and the catchy beat of some random boyband I was obsessed with fills the car. He smiles and starts singing along with the song. “What? Don’t go feeling all special or whatever, it just has some good songs on it,” he says trying not to smile.

The next two hours are filled with us screaming the lyrics of the playlist and dancing around in the car. I had actually never had this much fun with Mat ever. He always treated me like his sister’s annoying friend. Right now it felt like he was treating me like a friend. The snow started to pick up more and more. We had turned down the music to almost nothing and I was helping him watch the road. “I saw a sign for a motel like half a mile back. I know it isn’t ideal but I can’t risk having you on the road in this weather,” he says slowing down even more and turning into the motel.

“Risk having me on the road? What about you,” I ask as he puts the car in park. “Liana and my parents would have my ass if anything happened to you,” he said looking over at me. I deflated a little bit, cursing myself for actually thinking maybe it was because he cared about me. I just nod my head and open the door grabbing my bags and heading for the door. “Hey wait slow down. What just happened back there,” he asks rushing forward and opening the door for me.

The lobby was filled with the same chill as outside. I shook off some of the snow that had gathered up on my clothes and hair. “I have no idea what you are talking about Barzal,” I say walking further inside towards the front desk. “Y/n you just completely shut down on me,” he says grabbing my forearm and pulling me back. I roll my eyes and look up at him. “I have no idea what you are talking about Mat. Look I’m tired and cold I just want to take a hot shower and sleep okay?” 

I hear someone clear their throat and we both look towards the guy behind the desk. He has an annoyed expression on his face. I pull my arm away from Mat and walk towards the desk. “How can I help you tonight sweetheart,” his voice sends chills down my spine. He looked me up and down like he was a wild animal stalking his prey. “Uhm.. a room please,” I stutter out completely creeped out by this guy. My eyes shift over to Mat and then back to the guy. “Okay, so two rooms. That will be,” the guy is cut off by Mat. “One room actually,” Mat wore a smug look on his face. His arm slipped around me, and this time I leaned in and didn’t brush him off.

“Yeah sure okay,” he grumbles out typing away. Mat gave my side a squeeze and his thumb rubbed back and forth under my jacket. I tried to ignore the feelings that came with being this close to him. He was just trying to help like a big brother would. He didn’t see me as anything else. “Right this way,” he said and we followed him down a long hallway and to the last room in the hall. He opens the door and we both can see the room only has one bed in it. I try to control my face, but it must have slipped because the guy smirks down at me. “One bed alright with the happy couple,” he said emphasizing the word couple. 

“Perfect with us. Right baby,” Mat leans down and looks at me. I nod my head, not trusting my voice in that moment. Fear overwhelmed my system, I just couldn’t tell if it was from the looks the clerk was giving me or the fact I had to share a bed with Mat tonight. “Well, I’ll leave you both to it. Come find me if you need anything okay,” he says directly at me slipping a wink in before walking away. Mat all picked me up and carried me into the room away from that guy. 

He slams the door closed and I jump at the sudden loud noise. He turns around and looks at me. I have never been able to read Mat well, he always held his emotions close to himself. But in this moment I was grateful I couldn’t. He was seething with anger. He paced around the room rambling about how no man had any right to talk to a woman like that. I sat on the bed and watched him continue to walk around. “Mat, please. You are making me dizzy,” I groan falling back onto the bed with my legs still hanging off. I hear a deep sigh and feel the bed dip down next to me. “You okay,” I ask looking into his eyes.

“That doesn’t matter right now. Are you okay,” he asked voice soft. I nod feeling very vulnerable under his gaze. I open my mouth to ask him more about what the hell just happened but my phone ringing cut me off. “Y/n, finally you answer me. I got an alert that you and Mat both stopped and neither one of you picked up. I was scared to death something happened to you both,” Liana rushes out. “Li slow down okay. I am perfectly fine okay. The roads just got really bad and Mat pulled over and we found a motel to stay at. We are gonna get back on the road first thing in the morning,” I explain calmly trying to help ease her worry.

“Hey you know I wouldn’t ever let anything happen to her right,” Mat says to his sister looking straight at me. “Yeah, I know. Sorry, it’s just you guys are two of my favorite people, and if I lost you both,” her voice cracked and we heard a hushed voice comforting her. Mat raised his eyebrows and I smiled. “You can’t get rid of us that easy. We are gonna be annoying you for the foreseeable future,” I laugh telling her and trying to get off the phone before Mat realized who she was talking to. “Okay I love you guys,” she says before hanging up. 

“Who was that,” he asked looking back to me. I laugh and shake my head jumping up. He quickly followed suit and stood after I did. “I am gonna go get that shower,” I say walking backward towards the bathroom. “Y/n tell me who she was talking to,” he says walking closer to me. I keep backing up until my back hits a wall. Mat is right in front of me looking down at me. “A friend,” I say in a hushed tone due to our closeness. “Uh-huh. A friend. Who is this friend,” he asks maintaining our current distance. “Maybe a friend who wants to be more than a friend,” I shrug and laugh at the face he makes. “Oh my god. She is a little rat,” he said backing up some. 

“Why is she a little rat,” I ask finally getting to take a full breath. “She totally used me asking to bring you home as a way to hang out with a boy,” he says looking back to me, and then his eyes get big. “What did you just say,” I ask stepping closer to him. “I have no idea what you are talking about,” he says trying to keep distance between us and trips over my bag falling down. “I’m okay,” he says looking up at me and then laughing. “Are you sure,” I ask laughing back at him. “Positive. Now go get a shower, you kind of stink,” he jokes and I kick his shin lightly.

When I was in the shower my mind drifted back to the car ride here. It was so different than any other time I had spent with him. Maybe he was right, he wasn’t the same Mat I knew growing up. I was more confused now than I was before. I shake off all of the feelings coming back from my teenage years and get out of the shower. I go to change into some clothes and realize I didn’t grab a shirt. “Hey, Mat. Can you pass me a shirt? I forgot to grab one,” I yell hoping he can hear me over the sound of the TV he had going. I hear a muffled sound and then a quick knock on the door. I open it and come face to face with him. 

His eyes drifted down and back up very quickly, he was hoping I hadn’t noticed. It was just the same as him seeing me in a swimsuit in the summer, which he had seen several times. Something different was floating around his mind, but I just couldn’t tell what. He cleared his throat and handed me the shirt. “Thanks,” I say softly and step back into the bathroom slipping the shirt over my head. I noticed how much bigger it was than normal and finally looked at myself in the mirror. He had given me one of his Islanders training shirts. I try not to think too much about it, but the small part of me who still believes in fairytale endings drifts.

I walk out turning the lights off in the bathroom and turning to face him. His shirt was so long it covered the shorts I had on. He looked up at me and his jaw tightened slightly. The air was weird between us again like it was earlier. “What are you watching,” I ask looking over at him when he doesn’t answer me. I call his name again and he looks over at me. “Oh uhm I don’t know some random comedy I found,” he says sitting up straighter in the bed. I nod my head at him and walk around the side of the bed opposite him. I pull back the blankets and carefully slip into the bed being very cautious of our personal space.

“Are you cold,” he asks looking over only being able to see me when the TV flashed a bright color. “No, I’m good I promise,” I say back lying to him. “Y/n/n, I can feel you shivering over there,” he says looking over at me. I feel his hand touch mine under the covers and he winces. “Your hands are freezing,” he says. He scoots closer and pulls me towards him. “Mat, I’m fine really,” I try and push him off. He ignores me and pulls me into his chest. I immediately feel warmer, either from his body heat or my face flushing. 

We both stay still as a board, both afraid of moving too much and scaring the other. I could feel his breath and hear his heartbeat. That was the only thing comforting me because he was as fast as mine. “Hey can I ask you a question,” he asks running his hand up and down my arm. “Yeah, you can ask me anything,” I say looking up at him. “Earlier when your roommate and her girlfriend were talking they said you never talk about me even when people ask. Does that happen a lot? People asking you about me,” he asks his hand stopping and resting on my upper arm. “Yeah, I guess it does. I mean people know me from Li’s Instagram and figure I am close with you or whatever. So girls try to be friends with me to get closer to you. Or guys only ask me out thinking I will introduce them to you,” I say scared of how he will act.

“I am really sorry that happened to you Y/n,” he says looking down at me. I look up at him and smile. “It’s okay Mat. Not anything I’m not used to,” I replied. “Has this always happened,” his question made me sigh. I just nod against his chest. “How long,” his voice breaks. “I don’t know, freshman year. It wasn’t because you were mister hot-shot hockey back then. It was because you were this hot older guy every girl our age was crazy about. So that’s why Li and I have always been really selective of our friends,” I answer back. We stay quiet for a minute and then I feel his chest vibrate some. “What,” I ask looking up at him and seeing a smile on his face. “Every girl your age thought I was hot, eh,” he asks in a teasing tone, but not the same one from childhood.

“Wow out of all of that, you wanna know if I thought you were hot,” I roll my eyes and push away from him. His grip tightens on me and I laugh with him. “Why does it matter what I thought of you way back then,” I ask. “I don’t know,” he shrugs. “Can I ask you a question now,” I counter and he nods. “What did I do to you growing up,” his eyebrows furrow at my question. “I mean it was like you had it out for me. Anything I did, you had a teasing comeback for it. And then in high school you just ignored me. So I’m asking you if I did something,” I ask waiting for a response. 

“You didn’t do anything, I swear. Well not intentionally anyway. You couldn’t help me having feelings for you. I don’t know as kids I thought of you just like Li and your sister. And then one day you weren’t the same anymore. I noticed how my feelings were changing with you. And I was stupid and young and had no clue what I was doing so I was just mean.” I stayed quiet just listening to him. “Then high school came around and some of the jerks I called friends started asking questions about you. Like who you were and some other stuff I’m not gonna repeat. So I just thought if you weren’t an active part of my life maybe guys like that would leave you alone. You were way too good for them,” he finished and stared ahead. “Mat, will you please look at me,” I ask, his eyes drifting across my face and landing on my eyes. He nods and I look at him,” Why didn’t you ever say anything?”

“Like I said, I was a young stupid kid. I was scared of you. You were my sister’s best friend, our parents are super close, and I just knew that I would screw something up. And it wouldn’t just be us it would be us I messed up, but everyone else would suffer,” he said. “Well are you still,” I ask, taking a leap of faith. “Still what,” his voice is filled with confusion. “Are you still young and stupid,” I whisper back to him. “Up until yesterday. Yeah, I was,” he replied. “What changed today,” I question leaning in closer to him. “I finally quit trying too hard around you. I was just Mat with you today. And it felt really nice,” he smiled leaning down our lips almost touching. “Tell me to stop and I will. We can pretend this never happened and go back to whatever we were. Even though that might actually kill me, I’ll do it if that’s what you want,” he says his breath fanning my face.

I close the distance between us by grabbing his cheeks with my hands pulling him closer. It didn’t even take him a second to fall into rhythm with me. All those years of secretly pining and hidden feelings were finally being released. I kissed him until I physically couldn’t anymore needing to breathe. “Holy shit,” I say resting our foreheads together.” If I had known that was what I was missing I would have said something sooner,” he laughed making me smile. “Well, we have about ten years to catch up on,” I smile at him reconnecting our lips.

The next morning I woke up all tangled up in Mat’s embrace. I nuzzled into his chest harder, waking him in the process. “Please tell me last night wasn’t some dream,” he says not opening his eyes yet. “No, you dork. It wasn’t a dream,” I laugh kissing the space between his shoulder and neck. “I don’t really wanna leave the motel, is that bad,” he asks running his hand in my hair. “No, it isn’t that bad,” I smile. “Good because I’m pretty sure Li may just kick my ass,” he laughs. “Am I worth it,” I ask looking up at him. “Worth every second of ass-kicking,” he says kissing my nose. I kiss his lips again and my phone ringing interrupted us. “Oh god, it’s her, isn’t it? She is already cockblocking me and she doesn’t even know yet,” he groans throwing his head back.

“Are you both still alive,” she jokes. “Yes we are both still alive,” Mat groans into the phone before moving us to where he could rest his face on my neck. My hands go to his hair and start running my fingers through it. “Well, I’m sorry for asking. Geez Y/n maybe you should have given him some and he wouldn’t be acting like an ass this morning,” she laughs and stops when she realizes neither one of us answers. “Oh my god. You did not,” she screams.

#nycbaby21works #nhl imagine #mat barzal imagine #mat barzal #new york islanders

[softpascalito]

Worth crossing a blizzard for - Pedro Pascal x Reader

Summary: During shooting for The Last of Us, a snowstorm hits Canada, essentially forcing Pedro to take the day off. Turns out its not as bad as he thinks.

Relationships: Pedro Pascal x Reader WC: 1600 Tags/Warnings: MDNI, RPF, Real-Person-Fiction, Non-Explicit Sex, showering together, Gender-neutral Reader, Snow, blizzard, Crew Reader, The Last of Us Shooting, Canada, Kissing, Fluff, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Soft Pedro Pascal, Healthy Relationships, Secret Relationship Read on AO3 full advent calendar (updated daily)

notes: i haven't written pedro in sooo long, i miss him. needless to say, this is the lil version i created of him in my head and not necesarily an accurate representation of his actual personality <3 also, this is another lil entry for stephs winter writing challenge with the trope warmth, i highly recommend checking the entire list if youre interested :) (@toomanystoriessolittletime)

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It starts with a light snowfall, little white particles floating through the air, rushing past the car as he drives back from set and a small sigh escapes his lips. It's been snowing on and off for weeks, usually meaning an earlier calltime for everyone, to make sure the locations can be cleared from the thin layer of snow if needed.

The wind has picked up by the time Pedro reaches the apartment that has been his home for the last few weeks and when he steps out of the shower half an hour later, the light snowfall has developed into a full-on blizzard, complete with cars honking in the streets below and his phone vibrating angrily, demanding attention. A rushed glance as he gets dressed confirms his suspicions. There's several warnings of severe weather, most of them due to hit tonight.

A gentle knock on the front door lets the man whip around and a small frown builds on his forehead as he crosses the hallway, taking a quick glance through the peephole. He practically yanks the door open.

You have your coat wrapped tightly around yourself, a knitted hat drawn down to your ears and a scarf wrapped around your neck. The two latter are practically soaked, decorated with little white crystals all over that are beginning to melt in the slightly warmer air of the hallway and dripping down onto the door mat.

Pedro stays still for a moment, taking in your form in front of him, before his brain registers what's going on. He reaches out, pulling you into the apartment, “What the hell were you thinking?”

The door closes behind you and the frown that decorated Pedros face a moment ago is now appearing on yours, “I- What?” For a split second you wonder if he's mad. He rarely gets a day off and even when he does, he usually spends it doing something, unable to just sit and relax, even for a little while. Maybe he's made plans for tonight and you've just crashed them.

“You can't be walking around in a blizzard like this, look at yourself,” he tuts, helping you take your wet coat off along with the hat and scarf and maneuvering them into the bathroom to hang them up to dry. You take your boots off carefully, gaze never leaving the man in front of you, “It's barely a twenty minute walk.”

“You're telling me you didn't even get a taxi?” He asks as he returns to the hallway and watches you put your shoes onto a small shoe tray.

“Does it look like I got a taxi?” You shoot back, getting a little irritated with how concerned he is. Immediately, Pedros gaze softens a bit and a small grumble escapes his throat as he takes a step forward, bringing his fingers up to your hair to carefully pick a snowflake out of it.

It melts between his fingers.

“No, you don't,” he muses, smiling a little sheepishly. “You could've called me. I would've picked you up.” You can't help but chuckle a little at that, “I did call you. You didn't pick up. The phone, I mean.” He stares at you for a moment, then back at his phone that has at least a dozen unread messages, then back to you, “Fuck, I- I was taking a shower, guess I didn’t hear-”

“It's fine,” you promise gently, standing on your tiptoes to place a small kiss on his cheek. Pedro sighs a little, taking in the way you’re looking at him and eventually nodding as he leads you further into the small apartment. It's spacious for one person but cozy for two, production of course not having calculated that you would be here too. You tried to stick to only sleeping over on weekends for a while, arguing that Pedro needed his rest and a quiet environment to go over his lines. He argued back that he slept a lot better with you beside him.

“You want a coffee?” He offers and you nod yes, following him to the open kitchen and hopping onto the counter as he grabs a mug for you.

“So you haven't read it yet?” You ask, rubbing your hands together in an effort to warm them up. “Read what?” His back is to you, the sound of the coffee machine starting almost drowning out his words. 

“Shoot is canceled for tomorrow. Probably until next week.”

Something about your tone makes him turn around to face you. He's in front of you a second later, hands resting on your waist as he studies your face, “And you're not happy about that?”

“Why would I? It sets us back at least two days and were already behind, at this rate reshoots-”

Pedro hums a little and squeezes your waist, causing you to fall quiet.

“I don't like it either but-”

You cut him off before you can stop yourself, shaking your head as you speak and lowering your gaze towards the floor, “It's just really bad timing and I have so much to do already and-”

“Hey, look at me.”

He squeezes again, a little harder this time, and one hand comes up to nudge your chin until you're looking right at him. You find soft brown eyes, the little patch in his beard you like so much and hair that's still a little damp from showering.

“It's snow. You can't do anything about snow.”

You let your head fall forward again, letting out a small sigh, “Yeah, I know.” Pedro gently brings his arms around you, holding you close for a moment. The coffee machine beeps, signaling that it's done. But he doesn't let go yet, rubbing your back a little instead.

“The way I see it,” he starts. “We may as well enjoy our night in. Even if it wasn't exactly planned. Plus, there's no way in hell I'll let you go back out there anyway.”

He does have a point. And a night off, especially a night off for both of you, doesn't sound too bad, even if it's constricted to the small apartment you're sitting in.

As soon as your coffee is empty and a few urgent messages are replied to, Pedro insists on a shower to warm you up. You're halfway to the bathroom before you turn around with a small smile on your face, “You're gonna let me shower alone?”

“I just showered,” Pedro replies almost automatically, putting your mug away. Then, he catches the small twinkle in your eye.

“You just showered,” you repeat, the smile still decorating your face and Pedro nods a few times before getting into motion.

“I guess I could do with another one.”

For once, there's no rush. You take your time, with the shower and everything that it includes. You spend what feels like a solid five minutes kissing afterwards, already scrubbed clean and so, so content. The air is steamy when you step out of the shower and Pedro really does treat you to the full experience, insisting on applying your lotion for you.

You hum contently as he gently massages it into your back, your muscles tingling with relief. He chuckles softly behind you, “Feeling a little warmed up already?”

“More than a little. Don't know how you do it.”

You lightly slap his ass on the way to the bedroom.

After securing your favorite sweater of his and some sweatpants, you find yourself in the kitchen again, rummaging through the cupboards to figure out what to cook up with the scarce ingredients available. You both usually eat on location or get some takeout on the way home, not to speak of the lack of cooking skill you both possess.

It ends up being pasta with some leftover greens and tomatoes and for once, you could swear it tastes ten times better than whatever takeout you could've gotten. You're cuddled up on the couch, staring out into the dark, gusts of snow still blowing past the window. The traffic jams have calmed down, the people returned to their houses to find shelter from the cold. Only a few lost ones are still wandering around, no doubt with a goal that justifies a walk through the conditions. You understand them.

Pedro watches a man disappear around the corner and swallows his mouthful of pasta, “Are you sure you didn't catch a cold?”

You smile weakly, “ Even if I did, it would be worth it. I'd trade a cold for a night off with you. You know that.” He chuckles a little, tilting his head slightly, “Just saying, it may be a little on the nose for both of us to get sick at the same time.”

You raise a brow as you finish your plate and gently put it down before cuddling into Pedro’s side, drawing your legs up onto the couch, “There's a blizzard. It's not that on the nose.”

The snowflakes landing on the window stay there for a few moments, glistening in the dim light from inside the apartment before the warmth seems to reach through the glass. One by one, they turn into small drops of water.

He considers your words for a moment before nodding, “Yeah. Yeah, I guess you're right.” His arm wraps around you, pulling you in a little more as you rest your head against his shoulder. He leans down to plant a small kiss on your head and you hum contently, smiling to yourself.

The snowflakes melt on the window pane. You melt in Pedros arms.

Your voice is only a mumble.

“Besides- you can't do anything about snow.”

notes: hey babes! im considering a second part to this so let me know if that's something you'd like <3

#pedropascaladventcalender #softpascalitosadventcalendar #pedro pascal / reader #pedro pascal / you #pedro pascal x you #pedro pascal x reader #gender-neutral reader #christmas #snow #fluff #softpascalito #pedro pascal #pedro pascal fanfiction #fanfic #oneshot #rpf #real person fiction #stephswinterwritingchallenge

[lucluvr]

roughing up your kitty ft. welt yang 

after being a brat for several days, welt realizes coddeling you won’t work, so he resorts to other measures to put you back in your place. 

૮꒰ ˶• ༝ •˶꒱ა welt yang x sub!reader / hybrid!reader / brat taming / pet play (?) / rough fucking / clit spanking / tail pulling / dacraphyllia / degradtion / use of “dumb mutt” / punishment 

welt takes care of you so well. he always looks out for you, makes sure you eat all your meals, protects you when someone oversteps the line, etc. he's the sweetest owner anyone could ask for! however, you and welt got into an argument. since then, you've been avoiding him. you hide in your shared room on the express. welt knows you're somewhere there. he finds you on the highest shelf of his bookshelf. he sighs, rubbing his temples.

"get down." he says, slightly irritated. you hiss at him, turning away from him. welt takes this a sign to fuck off. reluctantly, he turns around and goes to bed. he's too exhausted to deal with your attitude right now. you'll come back and curl up beside him later. 

come the next morning, and you're nowhere to be found. however, welt does realize that you ate your breakfast, so that's a good sign. the cabinet where he stores your food is trashed and untidy. he adjusts his glasses, huffing as he has to bend down and clean the cabinet.

welt returns later that night after adventuring out in the city, bringing back a new collar and toys for you. he hopes this will improve your mood, or at least get you to show yourself. he again sees you've helped yourself to dinner. he also notices his room is way messier than he left it. he spends a couple of minutes tidying everything around. he calls out for you, and again, no response. he's tempted to ask the other crew members if they've seen his kitty anywhere, but he decides maybe you're just throwing another one of your tantrums again.

the fourth evening of your silence rolls around. welt finds himself back in his room, jaw dropped. everything is a mess. the couch is moved, there's a broken lamp on he floor, his books are all over the floor. however, sitting by his feet is his beloved kitty, perched on your heels. he looks at you with a nastya glare,

"go to your room. i don't want to hear a word from you," his tone is strict and harsh. it leaves no room for discussion. with droopy ears and your tail slotted between your legs, dejectedly you walk to your room.

welt spends a few hours of his precious evening fixing your mess. sometimes he regrets ever allowing those three kids to take you home. he didn't know belobog even had hybrids until march, dan heng, and stelle brought you to him, begging to keep you. much to stelle and march's dismay, you grew more attached to their beloved mr.yang than them, so you became welt's kitty. 

after he finishes cleaning, welt grabs a book and decides to try and relax. he sees you sitting by his door, staring at him intensely. 

"what do you want?" welt says harshly. you crawl towards him, rubbing against his leg. you purr and meow happily at him. he looks down at you, incredibly annoyed. welt notices the way you shift on your heels to rub your thighs together. your happy purrs turn into whines as you climb into welt's lap.

"mr.yang, please help me," you rub your ears against his neck, humping his thigh. "it hurts so bad!" his arms loop around your waist. his eyebrows furrow as he tries to figure out why you're like this. it hits him, your heat cycle. he coos at you, rubbing your ears. 

"you poor thing, you haven't taken your suppressants, have you?" welt realizes that since you've been feeding yourself cans of food everyday, you haven't been taking your pills. you shake your head,

"didn't know where they were. please help me, master." you keep rutting against him, your slick soiling his pants. welt feels sorry for you. he remembers how bad your very first heat was. you were humping anything in sight, including his shoes. he wasn't able to come ou of his room for a week because he had to care for you. he sighs softly, reaching under your skirt (march insists you wear it because it looks adorable on you!) he gently touches your panties, soon noticing they're fully soaked. you whine and mewl against him. 

welt instructs you to unbuckle his pants, and you make quick work of it, desperate for your owner's cock. he pulls out his cock from its confins, making your mouth water and cunt clench. he drags his cock up and down your slit, toying with your puffy clit. it peaks out from behind the little hood. welt lines himself up with your hole, pushing you down on his harshly. 

as sorry as he feels for you, he's incredibly pissed. you messed up all of his furniture and got yourself into this mess all because he agreed with march that another kitty was adorable. your jealous streak caused all of this, and he'll make sure you remember that. 

"stupid kitty," he spits at you, tugging at your tail. you mewl at his harshness, tears pricking at your eyes. the feeling of his cock in your needy cunny feels like heaven. your eyes roll back into your skull and before you know it, welt has you pressed into the couch. he roughly slams his cock into you, pulling at your tail when he pleases. he's so angry, so annoyed. 

"all of this because you were jealous. stupid fucking mutt," he hisses as you clench around his dick, sucking him in. you whimper into the couch, tugging at the surface. you clit is being rubbed against the fabric, making you moan and mewl like a bitch in heat-- you are, you realize. welt slaps you on your ass, pouring all his tension and frustration out on you

"cats are easy, they said." slap! "they mind their own business, they said." slap! slap! "they're fucking liars. you're so goddamn needy. you're worse than a stupid fucking mutt," slap! slap! slap! 

you sob and pant into the cushions as the coil in your stomach tightens. welt flips you onto your back, tugging your tail. you arch your back and claw at his shoulders. he pries open your mouth, thumb pressing on your tongue. his hot saliva meets the surface of your tongue and you cum right there. fat globs of cum, dripping down your legs. 

"stupid mutt," you want to cry and argue that you're not a mutt! you're nowhere near as bad as those dumb dogs, but the way your owner's cock pistols in and out of your sloppy cunt, you can't bring yourself to complain. you enjoy the feeling of creaming on his cock over and over again. welt wraps his hand around you neck, a dizzy feeling coming over you.

"just remember how you feel right now the next time you want to act like a dumb mutt." 

a/n: this took me hours to write idk why...im still not happy with it per say, but im too tired to try any longer, please enjoy!!

© lucluvr - please do not repost, translate, or plagarize any of my content, and do not repost it to any other platforms.  

#welt x reader #welt smut #hsr welt #welt yang #hsr imagines #welt x you #honkai star rail welt #honkai welt #honkai star rail

[antimatterz]

I'LL BE BY YOUR SIDE.

dan heng x gn!reader

summary: fear of abandonment is terrible, but your lover is there for you.

cw: reader has fear of abandonment, dark thoughts, fluff, hurt/comfort, established relationship

enyo's note: please, just please, don't come at me saying "this is toxic" or anything like that. this work is personal, so much that i'm hesitant to upload it but i still chose to do so in case more people are struggling with this. fear of abandonment is something serious and it's super hard to deal with. we don't choose to freak out when our person isn't near. we don't choose to need constant reassurance that they won't leave us. we don't want any of that. this is what it looks like for me on a bad day. feel free to come talk to me if you're struggling with the same !!

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lonely.

that's what you felt when you sat alone in the empty compartment of the astral express. there was no one, and that wasn't good for your mindset. you were restless, antsy, afraid, your mind wandering off to dan heng the entire time. it was always like that when he wasn't around you, but when you were utterly alone, it got severely worse.

nothing seemed to help; seeking distraction did nothing, it brought no peace to your mind to text march or himeko or anyone else, you couldn't focus on any activities, which let your mind roam endlessly.

where was dan heng? what was he doing? why wasn't he responding? was he okay? did something happen? was he going to leave you behind? your mind paused at the last line, realization hitting you like a truck.

the possibility was there.

leaving you was always an option, right? and to you, it seemed very likely. you weren't a fun and easy person; you were troubled, broken even. tearing at the seams almost perpetually. sure, you had your good moments, but did those make it worth to stick around? you had no idea, but the longer dan heng stayed away, the more you started to doubt his return. sure, you trusted dan heng – or you wanted to, at least. your fear of abandonment often wouldn't let you fully trust him.

everything was okay as long as he was with you, but as soon as he left to do something, fear crept up your spine, leaving you short of breath and extremely worried. bad habits awoke, you kept checking your phone, the express' entrance, every single thing that could hint at dan heng's arival was on your radar. it was tiring, so tiring, but you couldn't help it.

and you felt guilty. you just wanted to let dan heng live his life without having to consider you all the time. sure, he told you so many times that it was okay, that he chose to console you as anxiety struck, that you could text him whenever you needed him. but you refused; you didn't want to bother him. that would only drive him away eventually, right?

so you suffered alone.

your heart was beating frantically, following the cadance of your unsteady thoughts. it was pointless, it was useless, you were useless, you told yourself. couldn't even stand an hour without your beloved. what kind of toxic partner were you? it was certain, he was going to leave you sooner or later, just because you were a failure who could do nothing. everyone left, so why wouldn't he do the same?

tears of distress welled up in your eyes, and your breath stuttered. you felt truly alone, as if he had abandoned you already. maybe he really did, seeing how he left the express two hours ago. yet, you still refused to text him, despite the many times dan heng told you to reach out if you needed him.

you just couldn't burden him like that.

it felt like ages when the compartment's door slipped open, and footsteps came inside. you gazed up and found dan heng approaching you, and you swore you felt your heart levitate in your chest for a moment. relief washed over you and you wanted to jump up and hug the life out of your boyfriend. he was back!

it must've been obvious that you had been crying, as a look of worry ghosted over dan heng's features. his quiet grey eyes looked right through you, and he instantly knew what was up.

"y/n, i told you to text me if this happened," he lightly scolded you, pulling you to your feet and engulfing you in a tight hug.

"don't wanna bother you," you mumbled against the fabric of his clothes. "i don't want you to feel trapped just because i have separation anxiety."

"we've been over this, angel," dan heng sighed, his puff of breath rustling your hair. "you're too hard on yourself. you're not bothering me at all. i love you on good days and bad days alike, and as we enjoy your good days, i want to help you on your bad days. never forget that, love."

you breathed in his scent, relishing in the comfort it brought to you. he was with you again, he didn't leave, and he still loved you. with your voice still muffled by the fabric, you told him you loved him too, as you slowly felt the fear that had your body rigid diminishing. darkness slipped from your mind as dan heng held you closely, until all was good again.

"listen, angel," dan heng began, loosening the hug to cup your cheeks instead. he made you look at him, and his gaze was solemn. "i won't leave you. not today, not tomorrow, not ever in my life. and i will remind you every day. got that?"

you nodded, feeling as if you were on cloud nine. dan heng was right; you've been through so much together, he saw you on your darkest days, and he was still with you. if only you would remember that as anxiety rose, but such was wistful thinking. once you were alone again, the cycle would repeat itself, and you'd be terrified once more, as if the reassurance of today never happened.

fear of abandonment was painful, it tore you apart so often, writhing in your mind like a sick disease. but you had gotten lucky to find a patient lover, one who treated you right and never grew tired of reassuring you – as much as you needed.

it was true.

dan heng wouldn't leave you.

you smiled at him, and he offered you a faint smile in return. you knew he wouldn't move from your side today, and you leaned against him lovingly. another episode had passed, peace had returned.

it was okay.

#honkai star rail #hsr #honkai #dan heng #— enyo writes #honkai: star rail #dan heng x reader #dan heng imagine #dan heng imagines #dan heng il #dan heng x you #dan heng hsr #hsr dan heng #fear of abandonment #separation anxiety

[sapphenaa]

winter's frost part two | azriel x fem!reader

Summary: After a rather abrupt ending to your Starfall celebration, you find yourself on death's edge, and only the touch of your mate can lull you to safety.

Warnings: violence, bloodshed, cursing, nudity, smut

part one

“How the hell did they get here?” You cried out, your magic surging towards the vicious creature, severing one of its heads with a blade of ice.

You had barely any time to change into your fighting attire before scrambling into the fight, and the same had been said for Kallias. The two of you and three guards had been fighting for what seemed like hours, struggling to behead the beasts. They held seven heads each, the most you had ever seen.

One of the heads lunged, narrowly missing your arm as you fired again, your magic steadily dwindling. A fatal scream filled your ears, and out of the corner of your eye you saw a guard get ripped to shreds. With gritted teeth you called to the ether, letting blue wisps seep from your palms and form three wolves made of sharply cut ice.

“I have no idea.” Kallias called as he battled his own monster, now only bearing three heads and close to its looming death. You focused, vision straight-lining towards the next Naga that wasn’t currently being ravaged by your wolves. It set its eyes on you and came barreling towards you with an ear-piercing screech. A claw swiped and made contact with your abdomen, throwing you to the snow-covered ground. You threw back your own hit, severing two heads with three blades, the third a whisper in the wind as it imbedded itself into a tree.

You struggled to stand, the pain almost unbearable as your blood hit the ground, but you had to keep going. Its teeth were threatening your flesh, and you were keen on not letting it.

“I am going to slaughter the monster that set these upon us,” you muttered before laying down a path of ice toward the Naga. As you slid, you unsheathed two blades and dug them up into the underbelly as you gained momentum. You slowed once you reached the snow and rolled back onto your feet, dodging a head and severing another. The monster, now gutted, was easy to kill. You cleaved off the heads that remained and shot three blades into the air. They reached their target, and the Naga that was terrorizing the guards fell to the ground.

Your wolves skulked back to you as the last Naga withered underneath Kallias’ well-placed blade. With a heavy breath you slumped to the ground, dropping your swords and pressing your hands against the wound on your abdomen. The wolves vanished as your magic subsided. Your vision was waning and you were barely able to see Kallias as he came upon you.

“Fuck, Y/N.” He dropped to the ground next to you and added his hands to yours, digging them into your skin as you grimaced.

“It’s not as bad as it looks,” you laughed, letting your eyes close.

“Get me a healer!” Feet shuffled, and you assumed that the two guards scurried off to complete his request. Kallias lifted you, a groan leaving your lips as he adjusted you into his arms. “Open your eyes.” You tried, you really did, but the wind and the falling snow wrenched them shut once again. 

“Kal, I need to tell you something.” You murmured, feeling woozy from the blood loss. He hurried his steps, outright sprinting to your home where a healer would no doubt be waiting.

“You can tell me later.”

“No, Kal, I need to tell you now. I met my mate at Starfall.” Your breathing was ragged, your hands weakening, no longer able to stop the blood from seeping out.

“I know, I saw.” He huffed, throwing his shoulder into the door. You were encompassed in warmth, soft cushions pressing against your back as he set you down gingerly. “You can see him again once we get you healed.”

“Yeah.” He slapped your cheek, hard enough to sting, but not enough to seriously hurt. Your eyes flew open as he held your face in his hands, his icy eyes glaring into yours.

“Don’t tell me you’re giving up now. You’re not dying in a fight with some idiotic Nagas.” You chuckled, blood trickling out of the side of your mouth.

“No, I’m not dying. I’m just tired.”

“Sleep later.” He commanded before removing himself and letting the healer take his spot beside you. She smiled solemnly at you before placing her hands over your abdomen and closing her eyes.

“Oh my gods,” a female voice sounded. You turned your tired eyes to stare at Viviane who stood by the stairs, still in her gown, a hand over her mouth. Kallias slid past the healer and wrapped her into his arms, murmuring words into her ear that you didn’t quite hear.

“Can you send for him?” You asked into the air, wincing as your wound slowly knitted itself shut under kind hands. “My mate. Can you ask him to come?” Kallias pulled away from his own mate and, with a nod, headed upstairs towards his study. Viviane came to you then, settling herself above your head, smoothing your hair down.

“How many were there?” She asked, her voice soothing like a dove’s. You struggled to recall, having not bothered to count in the midst of the fight.

“Four, maybe five. Maybe more, I can’t remember.” She nodded, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead.

“You did well. We’re going to figure out who’s the cause of this.” You reached a bloodied hand up to wrap around her wrist, searching for comfort as the pain began to lessen.

“And once you find them, give them to me. I’ll make them regret messing with the Winter Court.” Viviane chuckled.

“I know you will, darling.”

Kallias returned then, scarlet dripping from his clothes and hair. “I sent Rhys a letter,” he stated, coming to stand beside Viviane. He rested a hand on your shoulder, a grim smile pulling at his lips. “He’ll be here soon.”

“Good.” You mumbled, sending Kallias as warm of a smile as you could muster before looking up at the silver-haired female. “Did you see, Viviane?” The healer was nearly done now, but the blood loss was starting to get to you. “Did you see that I found my mate?” She smiled, her eyes crinkling at the corners.

“I did. I’m happy for you, Y/N.” You smiled as well, looking up at her and your brother, no longer feeling a sense of jealousy toward their connection. Now you had your own, your other half, and he was on his way. You blushed at the thought.

The healer removed her hands from your skin, wiping them off on the apron that she wore. “You should sleep now, My Lady. Let the rest of your healing take its toll overnight.” You nodded, a quiet ‘thank you’ leaving your lips as she disappeared from your line of sight.

“Do you have any ideas of who did this, Brother?” He didn’t answer, but rather laid a fur blanket on top of your form. The action had you realize that you were shivering.

“We’ll talk about it later. For now, get some rest.” So you did. The second you closed your eyes, you drifted off.

Your dreams were filled with shadows and amber hues. It was comforting, not a single nightmare afflicting your hallucinating mind. But rather, you knew he was there, keeping your thoughts safe and your pain at ease. He even appeared, too. His eyes were alight with that familiar sparkle, his lips set in a soft smile, shadows circling his head akin to a halo.

“Azriel,” you called out, and he came to you, arms outstretching before he wrapped them around you. “You remind me of a falling star.” You mumbled into his shoulder, embracing the warmth that radiated off of his body as he embraced you.

A chuckle brought you seamlessly out of your slumber, and as you opened your eyes, hazel irises met yours. You blinked lazily, surveying his face as a cat would with a butterfly. Curiously, happily, intrigued. “You’re here?” You croaked out the question, bringing your fingers up to caress his cheek.

“You said my name in your sleep.” You reciprocated his smile as your hand dropped onto your stomach.

“I was dreaming about you.” He quirked a brow and your cheeks flushed as you came to realize his interpretation. You softly slapped his shoulder as a squeak left your lips. “No, not like that, you fool.” He threw his head back and laughed, shoulders shaking as his laughter continued in silence.

“You were dreaming about me.”

“Oh shut up.” You remarked, feeling heat roaring up your neck and face even stronger than before. You shifted, trying to sit up to see him better. His hands helped guide you, pressing softly against the skin that sat in between your shoulder blades.

“How are you feeling?” He asked as he came to sit beside you, shoulders brushing. A wing curled around you, and you sighed out at the warmth that felt so similar to your dream.

“Better, but I need to bathe.” Azriel nodded at that and crinkled his nose in mock disgust. You went to swat at him again, but he clasped your hand in his and kissed it, not minding the dried blood that was flaking off of your skin.

“I fear we never finished what we started at Starfall.” He murmured, inching closer to you, brushing his nose against your cheek as he held your hand firmly against his chest.

“You mean you want to kiss me?” You mocked with a sardonic smile. Azriel nodded eagerly, placing a kiss just below your ear. Your eyes fluttered shut involuntarily as you let out a gentle sigh. “I want our first kiss to not have me covered in blood.” He stood at that, tugging on your hand.

“Then let’s get you cleaned up.” You tried to stand, but phantom pain shot through your abdomen. Azriel let go of your hand and wrapped his arms around your waist to help you stand. You leaned against him, letting him lead you to the stairs with staggered steps. He brought the two of you up the stairs, yourself practically useless as sleep drudged in your veins. But he was patient, and he was kind, and gods he was ethereal, like he was a god himself.

You pointed him towards your chambers and he opened the doors, stepping in and leading you to the only other door. He sat you down on a chair before rolling his sleeves up and turning on the bath’s faucet. Water spurted out, immediately steaming up the spacious room and you heaved out a relieved sigh.

“Do you need any help or do you have it from here?” He questioned, amber eyes admiring you even in your post-battle state. You smiled lazily and stood on shaky knees, gripping the arm of the chair as you faltered.

“I might need help, if that’s alright,” you whispered, shame tinting your cheeks at the thought of him seeing you bare in such a state. In mere seconds he was before you, hands on your waist as he led you over to the bath and set you on the edge. He made quick work of your shirt, peeling it from your skin. Azriel then went to your boots, untying each lace and throwing them into the corner where your shirt ended up. Then came your socks, then your trousers, and you were left in a bra and panties.

Red tinged his neck as he kept his eyes away from your body. You sucked in a breath, eyes shutting as you braced yourself. You tried to undo your bra, but your fingers stumbled.

“You can look.” Your voice was near-silent. You so wished to shy away from his eyes, not let him see you, but you knew it was impossible to bathe when your body still felt so ragged. Help was needed and he was willing. Azriel’s eyes met yours before trailing down your body, taking in every little scar that peeked through your blood coated skin. He reached behind you and unclasped your bra with ease, lifting you up in his arms to take care of the last of your underclothes. Carefully he dipped you into the water once the clothes were on the floor and you let out a blissful moan.

“Gods, this is nice.” He chuckled, dipping a rag in the water before running it over the back of your shoulders. The two of you sat like that for a while, the silence comforting as he gently removed every speck of blood from your skin. His touch was welcome, you thought, now that the embarrassment and shame had washed away in the dirtied water. You leaned back into him, the back of your head coming to rest on his shoulder as he cleaned your collarbones and dipped, dipped down to your breasts. 

When it came to your legs, he handed you the rag and and pressed circles into your shoulders, removing the tension from the muscles. With your head lifted as you focused, his lips came to the side of your neck, trailing kisses and nips up to the bottom of your ear before moving down the path he had carved. You dropped the rag in the water when you were done and scooched forward, dunking your head and mussing your hair.

As you came back up, his hands massaged your head with soap that smelled of white tea and violets. You floated down again, washing out the soap, and you took the towel he offered as you rose above the water. The bath seemed to wake you, your body thrumming, that electric pulse vibrating underneath your skin. You stepped out of the bath as you wrapped yourself up and you smiled at him. Pure and utterly holy as you stepped toward him, one hand holding your towel as the other sunk into the hair at the nape of his neck.

You pulled him closer and breathed in his scent of pine and cedar before joining your lips, moving in tandem with softness and love. Love–even though you had met only the night before, you felt the love in your chest, in the bond that held you together and you tugged, filtering those emotions into his soul. The same was sent back, a wave of undying love and hope and anticipation as he brought you ever so closer, chest against chest, lips against lips, hands tangling in hair.

Falling, you were falling so hard and so fast. You dropped your hand, the towel long forgotten as you brought it up to his jaw and held him as close as the universe would allow. He deepened the kiss with a nibble at your bottom lip, tongue meeting yours in the middle, moving with the synchronicities and familiarities of old lovers.

He felt right; the piece of the puzzle you were missing finally in place, setting into motion what the Mother had granted your two souls. Azriel lifted you up into his arms and walked out of the bathing room before setting you on the bed and climbing on top of you, lips disconnecting as he trailed those sweet kisses down your neck, along your collarbones, and down to your breasts. He suckled a nipple into his mouth, a free hand caressing the other and you gasped, threading your fingers into his hair again. Your core was on fire, pain and lethargy forgotten in the water of the bath.

“Az,” you breathed out as he released your nipple and drifted those plush lips down your stomach, landing on the inside of your thigh and making his way to your knee. He looked up at you then, those amber eyes as dark as hot caramel and as rich as the taste. Those kisses went back up, a shudder going through you as he placed a chaste one over your bud, then licked a stripe up your clit. A sigh came from you then as he connected, bliss shutting your eyes, tightening your grip on his hair, sigh after sigh after moan falling out of your lips as he worked.

His tongue felt sacrificial on your clit, those shadows of his swirling around your wrists and arms and head, bathing you in a divine darkness. You felt a coil in your stomach, ready to burst at any second as you repeated his name over and over again. Euphoria released itself, washing over you, a sacred promise of more to come as he worked you through it, one hand holding your stomach down, the other pushing your thighs open.

As you came down from your high, he lifted his head and wiped his chin, a muted chuckle leaving his throat. 

“Gods,” you muttered, untangling your fingers from his dark locks and guiding him back up to your lips. His body dwarfed yours, bulge digging into your already sensitive core as you devoured each other in unholy matrimony. You swiftly lifted his shirt and he pulled away to bring it over his head and throw it. He came back down, lips moving with yours in tandem as you hurriedly tried to undo the laces of his trousers. Azriel shrugged them off, boxers joining them on the floor. He unconnected your lips, eyes opening to search yours, an unasked question swirling around in those russet irises. 

“Yes,” you voiced, and that was all the confirmation he needed. He guided himself to your clit, gliding up and down to collect your slick before slowly pushing in. A guttural moan left you as he leisurely slid himself in until he bottomed out and waited with shut eyes. You whined and bucked your hips, an unworded sign for him that he took with a grunt. He pulled out slowly and pushed back in, eyelids fluttering open to watch as ecstasy took over your features. It stayed like that, eyes searching the other's as he made love to you, as he soaked up every sound you made, every twitch, every tremble until you were coming undone once again underneath him.

You clenched around his length and he moved faster, more desperately as he came upon his own demise, sinking deeper and deeper into you. His lips found yours again as he thrust in one last time, letting his own release take over him, relishing in the feel of your lips against his, of your skin against his, bodies covered in sweat and souls filled with adoration.

He fell upon you then, a kiss placed at the junction of your throat and collarbone. “I love you,” he whispered into your sticky skin, and you whispered it right back, holding him against you and stroking his hair. Sleep threatened to lull you back into its grasp, so he pulled out and clung to you like he would never be able to again. Azriel’s wings wrapped around you and all to soon you drifted away, content in his arms. You had found your safekeeper, and your home was no longer a place, but rather a fae.

#acotar #acotar imagine #acotar fanfiction #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #azriel x you #azriel shadowsinger x reader #fanfic #fanfiction #text #textpost #a court of thorns and roses #sjm #sarah j maas

[itsabouttimex2]

Pro-Hero!Izuku Midoriya (Part 2)

He comes to check on you several times through the course of the night, hand on your forehead for your temperature, or fingers on your neck for your pulse. Once he’s satisfied with your condition he readjusts your blankets and pillows, and leaves.

He knows that waking up with an IV in your arm will only scare you, and the potential for you to hurt yourself trying to get it out is great enough for him to pump you with another sedative. You lay still, limp and compliant as the intravenous tube pumps you full of hydrating nutrients. Over just a few hours, you already look healthier and livelier, some color and brightness returning to your skin.

He’s glad he finally caught you. How many times has he seen you digging through dumpsters, or setting up empty bottles to catch rainwater? How many times have you boiled water over fire just to ensure that it was somewhat clean? How many times have you bitten into thrown out food that was tampered with to keep the homeless away?

He remembers seeing you bite into bread that had been thrown out by a bakery, not knowing that it had been doused with bleach.

He remembers seeing you struggle to keep down dirty water afterwards, your burned tongue forcing you to spit out the murky and stale liquid.

Izuku had wanted to approach you then, to pat you on the back and offer you his own water, and buy you something proper and filling to eat. But you were in a bad state, most likely unwilling to trust what seemed like too generous an offer after getting a big mouthful of bleach from an unsuspicious pastry.

So he “dropped” his own water bottle near you, made of sturdy and durable metal, filling to the brim with clean, clear water.

When you had gone to investigate the clang of metal against pavement, pipe tightly clutched in your hands. It had clattered to the ground seconds later as you scooped up the metal flask, sniffing at the water to ensure that it was at least somewhat safe before downing it.

You’ve already been through so much, if you’re desperate enough to drink from a stranger’s water bottle seconds after it hit the ground, he had thought. And that thought had broken his heart.

What sort of hero would he be if he chose not to interfere?

You need someone to guide you, obviously. Temper the fire inside and file the rougher edges away, softening your scabbed and scarred heart. Someone to help you grow into the best version of yourself. Someone to ensure that don’t spend another day hurt or hungry or cold.

And he’s more than up to the task.

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You wake up feeling dizzy but warm, the bedding around you incredibly inviting.

But that’s not right. The bed should be thin and the blankets worn, and there certainly shouldn’t be any pillows. Still, your head gently rests on a plush pillow while your body drinks in the heat of the multiple blankets wrapped around you. And the bed conforms and shifts under your weight, comfortably holding you.

You don’t want to get up. If you do, you’ll wake up from this comfortable dream, or realize that you’re in a hospital or in heaven, and neither sounds too good right now.

Only one thing snaps you out of that comfortable haze- loud knocking on the door. You kick into full panic, trying to scramble up and out of the bed, thinking for a moment that maybe someone had found your little hideout, that you’ll be taken into custody and either stuffed into some awful foster family or sent to jail.

The man who steps in none other than the hero you had met last night, Deku. He strides to the bed, pressing his hands on your shoulders to hold you down.

“You’re safe now, Y/N. Everything will be okay. I’m here for you. Just take a deep breath and let me explain.”

You stop thrashing around, if only because he hasn’t hurt you and you really would like an explanation as to why he has you in his house. (And because he’s too strong to fight against, his broad palms pressing you firmly into the mattress.)

“There was a change made to the Pro-Hero system a few years back, actually. I’m sure you know what I’m talking about.”

You pause to stare up at him with wide eyes, hoping that he’ll change his mind or at least say he’s only joking. But he does neither. He just looks down and says:

“Do you know what rehab is, Y/N?”

#platonic yandere #platonic yandere mha #yandere mha #yandere deku #yandere izuku midoriya #tw: drugging #tw: kidnapping #technically?

[doberbutts]

As Disability Discourse 2.0 crosses my dash yet again I am left sort of wondering where the line is.

I am physically disabled. I am also neurodivergent. I do not consider myself mentally ill but I know that there are people out there with my exact diagnoses that do consider themselves mentally ill.

I have a brain injury. You can point to it on an MRI. I have the images to prove it. I had to re-teach myself how to speak. Those weird typos I have sometimes? Yeah my brain just reads letters wrong and sometimes spits out the wrong word or tense or grammatical structure sorry, that’s what happens when your brain gets shaken around in your head like a maraca following a serious car accident. I have a permanent tremor in my right hand and arm which results in me being incapable of fine motor control when having a flare. I am photosensitive and relatively intolerant of stress. I knocked an eye loose and was thankfully able to keep it but occasionally need to cover it or else it feels like someone is stabbing me directly in the brain when there is literally any light or movement whatsoever.

Did you know that over 30% of people who survive TBIs debate and even attempt to kill themselves within the first year? It’s still a bit unresearched but many neurologists believe it’s because many survivors have a hard time adjusting to their new normal when it feels like they have lost all control over themselves. I did not get that bad but I had many meltdowns where I would sob uncontrollably because it was all just Too Much, and the knowledge that it would be Too Much, Forever was curse over comfort.

Is that a mental or a physical disability? A part of my brain is damaged, like a scar. It is entirely neurological and mental in its symptoms.

I was diagnosed with a different brain condition, one that affects the autonomic nerve within my brain, causing fainting episodes, out-of-control mast cells, horrific digestive problems, and joints that bend a little too much. Average quality of life after diagnosis is roughly equivalent to someone with end stage heart failure.

A part of my brain is faulty and always has been. It is entirely physical in its symptoms. Is this a mental or physical disability?

My knee hurts. I was knocked off my bike one day on my way home from college. It was a hit-and-run driver and I didn’t have the money or the insurance to do more than slap a brace on it and limp around for several weeks while it healed. Less than a decade later it gave out. I was completely unable to walk for months. I lost my job. I ended up switching careers entirely so I could sit. I walk with a cane. I have to physically drag myself up stairs with my arms and my “good” leg. I spend nights grasping at my knee willing it to stop spasming as I try to get some sleep. I’ve had to beg for painkillers. Surgery will not help it. My knee is Completely Fucked, Forever.

This is a clear physical disability, that much is for sure.

I recently went to see Spiderverse. I warned my friend that it was entirely possible I’d need to duck out at some point because the movie would overwhelm me. I also warned her that I would probably need to immediately rest or go home and would not be able to hang out because I was anticipating it to be Sensory Hell. I went in prepared with my own snacks, tinted glasses to take the edge off the flashing, and even looked away during some of the worst of it.

I needed to duck out after an extended chase scene which featured a lot of flashing lights. I was able to come back and finish the movie. I needed nearly an hour of rest to stop shaking and be safe to drive myself home. I immediately went to bed upon getting home at about 4pm and by the time it was night had a pounding headache and shivers. I knew this would probably happen because the first one was very bad for my brain injury and I’d been pre-warned the second one was worse about it- truly I think it is really those movies’ biggest flaws is that they are very not friendly to people with problems with bright flashing lights.

My knee did not prevent me from entering the building. The theater was wheelchair accessible.

But even with sensory provisions, my brain injury and faulty nerve made it a monumental task to just finish a two and a half hour task of literally just sitting there.

I could go in. Staying was the part that was in question.

[vodika-vibes]

I hit a bumpy road in my personal relationship. Could I get a soft Boss?

Exhaustion

Summary: Boss has been on a mission for a month, but he's home now.

Pairing: Clone Commando Boss x Reader

Word Count: 810

Warnings: None

Tagging: @trixie2023 @n0vqni

A/N: I'm sorry that you're having a rough patch, I hope this helps even a little bit!

You heave out a sigh as you toss and turn in your bed.

Normally, you don’t have a problem sleeping. Even when Boss is away, but for some reason, tonight, sleep is just eluding you. Of course, Boss has been away for the better part of a month at this point, so maybe that has something to do with it.

You flip around on your bed for several minutes longer, and then you flop onto your back and release a sigh of frustration. 

This isn’t working. 

You kick your blankets to the end of the bed, and sit up. If you’re not going to sleep, you might as well get up and do something. Well, nothing too loud, so cleaning and laundry are out, but maybe you can catch up on your trash TV.

That way you’ll at least have some entertainment while your brain refuses to rest.

You swing your legs off the bed, and silently pad down the dark halls, not bothering with lights until you reach the living room. You turn the lamp on with a touch of your finger, and fold yourself onto the couch, tugging a fleece blanket over your bare legs, and you grab the remote as you flip through the channels.

At this time of night, most everything is infomercials, though you do find a station showing the latest blockbuster movies, and that’s the one you settle on. You don’t expect them to be terribly good (why would they show good movies at 2 am?) but it’s better than nothing.

About half an hour later, you hear the familiar sound of someone keying in your door code, and the sound of the door whooshing open, and then closed again. There’s no noise, or movement, for a moment, and then you hear heavy footsteps walking down the hall.

Boss stops in the doorway leading into the living room, he’s still dressed in his armor, though he has at least taken his helmet off, and he looks surprised to see you awake. Of course, you’re just as surprised to see him, you haven’t expected him back for another couple of weeks.

“Boss!” You say with a blinding smile as you scramble off the couch to run over to him. 

“Why are you still awake, little love?” Boss asks quietly, even as he opens his arms to accept your hug.

You fling yourself into his arms, carefully though as to not hurt yourself against his armor, and you bury your face in his neck. “I couldn’t sleep.”

“So you decided to stay awake and watch bad movies at 2:30 in the morning?” Boss asks, a hint of judgment in his voice.

You pout at him, “I missed you.”

“I missed you too, but that’s not an answer to my question.” A small smile crosses his face as he notices your fingers moving to the seals of his armor, starting to pop the seals to help him out of the armor.

“I thought maybe I would fall asleep to the movie,” You explain.

“And how’s that going?”

“Very poorly.”

“Hm,” Boss smiles at you, soft and warm, before he leans in and catches your lips in a deep kiss, “Let me get out of this, and then we can curl up in bed together.”

“You don’t need a shower?”

“I showered at base,” Boss explains as he lightly bats your hands away from him, and he removes his armor with a methodical swiftness that you would never be able to replicate. “I was gross.” He adds.

“I’m sure you weren’t.” You say loyally.

“Oh, I was.” He sets his armor on the couch, to be dealt with at a time that isn’t 2 in the morning, and he lightly sets his hand on your hips, “Alright, cyare, time for bed.”

“But I’m not tired.” You whine.

“But I am, and I want to cuddle with you.” Boss replies with a small smirk.

“Oh.” You blink at him, and then you grin and take his hand and tig him towards the bedroom, “That changes things.”

“I thought it might,” Boss agrees with a laugh as he allows you to tug him towards the bedroom. He only pulls his hand away from you for long enough to peel off his shirt, and to toss it in the laundry, and then he’s laying in bed, with you pressed up against him, your head resting on his chest.

Boss lightly strokes your head, and down your spine, glad to have you back in his arms after being away for so long. “Love you, cyare.” He murmurs, his eyes closing in exhaustion.

“Love you too,” You murmur as you press a kiss just over his heart.

Boss is warm and his heartbeat is steady in your ear, and slowly you drift off to sleep. Which was his plan from the beginning.

#star wars #tcw #clone commando boss x reader #boss x reader #star wars fanfiction #x reader fanfiction #answered asks

[ivanzplaid]

Could I possibly get a grabber x reader fic where during punishment or something he accidentally hurts the reader too bad? Maybe he kind of loses control and accidentally goes too far? So he tries to comfort them afterwards.

I hope this makes sense lol

of course!! i love ur writing sm, always amazing to read ur work while looking for fics :) but i totally understand what you mean, and i love the idea, he gets lost in his anger and goes a lil too hard, and just feels bad from seeing you so hurt🫶

as always ty for the request!! i write for any request that comes in, so leave any you have

This is The Grabber x Gn Reader

Warnings: Very dark, Belt abuse, Severe punishment, Descriptive, Language, Stolkholm-ish themes, Snot mentioning, Wound description

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The aftermath of the whiplash was what hurt the most. The way the belt broke your skin would've made him smile at the sight, if it weren't for earlier that day. The latest time you had tried to escape ended with some harsh words said, and you were furious, you had been out the door and on your way, but he had taken it further by running after you, of course he caught up quickly, the basement made you weak. In the end, you got tackled, he brought you back, but you kept arguing, you kicked and screamed, and maybe a word or two slipped out of your mouth, but you really hit the nail when you hit it personal, his identity. You've heard his brother mention his name, and it was all coming out so quickly.

"Let me fucking go Al!"

It was out of anger yes, and it wasn't even that bad. He has said so much worse to you, but deep down you saw something in his eyes click when you said his name, and it was like a trigger switch. Thats where this started, that had to have been hours ago now, but punishments took their time, and he had been running completely on rage.

This brought you back, remembering how it started not that long ago. You knew as you buried your head in the mattress with your hands over your head that sooner or later he'd get tired, but for now, you were unfortunate. The scarier part was that he hadn't even said a word while relentlessly beating you, he was so pissed that he used all his energy into the belt. After your screams had dies down, he knew you were trying to lose yourself in thoughts, but he wasn't going to let that happen, he wanted it to have the worst possible outcome for you, just without you dying. So without missing a beat, he flipped you over on your back, the back that was bruised and beaten, sticky and dirty with blood, and grasped the back of your head, closing the distance between you two.

"I want you to count these next hits, and I want you to know to fucking pray it doesn't hit your face."

You nodded swiftly, the fear sending tears down your face and paralyzing you through the next moments, it was at random, and when the belt did make skin contact, you were much more sensitive, it made you curl up and shout from the pain, but whatever happened, you weren't allowed to cover your face, he put the fear of him into you, he made sure that you knew who the fuck you were taken by and that you knew what to call him. As you counted, and as you struggled not to get in more trouble, you saw him watch you after each hit, after each strike, he'd watch you squirm and plea, but he ignored you, slowly smiling after each one.

Soon enough, after the 20th hit, he stopped abruptly, and just stared again. By this time you had curled up on your side, because both your back and stomach was in too much pain to put any pressure on it. You sobbed, you sobbed hard. The tears obscuring your eyesight and your nose becoming stuffy, you felt pain everywhere and it felt like hell, you could pass this place as hell if you wanted to.

Minutes had passed and he had left since then, you were still in too much pain to move, you wanted a distraction so you began to quietly talk yourself through it, since no one else could do it for you. Slowly, you began to move yourself, your back becoming numb rather than agonizing, which mean you could lean against the wall. But the crying became tiring, and so did everything else, so your eyes overtime shut, and your head rested on your knees, trying to take a break from living.

When you were awoken, it had only been an hour, maybe two. The man who you'd been crying over, using your pleas to make him stop using the belt, now sat next to you, gently stroking your hair in his hand, and rubbing your knuckles with his other. His eyes widened when you came into sight, and he quickly came to his words.

"I- I'm sorry. You know, it- it was just, I don't know what happened. One moment I was carrying you back and then the next I didn't have control, I never meant to hurt you so badly, you- you didn't deserve all of that."

You could see the careful choice of words, his remorse seeped out of him, and you sniffled, he took up a hand to wipe away any remaining tears or snot, and lightly hugged you, being conscious of your wounds. He rested his head on your shoulder, stroking circles on your hand and just resting on your shoulder.

After a few minutes of bonding in silence, you spoke up.

"Thank you for being here. It helps."

His head shot up, surprised to see you speaking to him, putting your trust back so easily, but he took it, he needed to take it for your sake. For the fee moments of silence, he kissed your forehead and got up. Sighing under his mask.

"How about I go get some stuff to ease the pain, ice packs, bandaids, any ointments.. I'll be back my dove."

His voice was sympathetic, he was sad to leave you in this condition, even for the shortest amounts of time, but for your well being he would.

What a strange feeling it is to be comforted by the Devil.

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ok ok, i loved this prompt, and i hope i delivered for the request, and i cant wait to see if yall like it 🫶🫶as always, requests keep me motivated, cant keep going without them, and ill take any request! i also love talking to yall, so commenting or reblogging is awesome, so r likes❤️❤️❤️ :)

#the black phone #the grabber #the grabber x reader #hot killer #black phone #the black phone 2022 #the grabber x you #al shaw #wow this was dark #queer #gn reader #i want him so badly

[heathersbutincorrect]

Time for a chandsaw oneshot to add to the collection!

The taste of drain cleaner hit her tongue before Heather realized what was happening. This was no prairie oyster, but a liquid death. She choked immediately, trying to expel it. A hand that wasn’t hers shoved its way past her lips. Fingers down her throat. Veronica? She gagged and gagged. How long can a person go without breathing? The next thing she knew, she was retching and finally ejecting that horrible drain cleaner.

“T-that’s it Heather, get it all out…” Had Veronica been crying? “I’m so sorry. He tricked me. I never, ever wanted to hurt you.”

Heather threw up on her own this time. The taste was even worse coming back up. It was startling to see so much blue. How much had she consumed? Her chest heaved as she caught her breath. Veronica was kneeling in front of her. The phone was sitting off the hook. She must have called 911.

At the hospital, doctors frantically ran about and provided treatment. There were second degree burns inside her throat. They said she was lucky to be alive. Veronica was frantic to explain that it was a freak accident. There was a mixup in the kitchen. Heather had never seen the girl have so many panic attacks in a row. And yet she could do nothing. It wasn’t until several days later that she got the full story of what had been done. And really, she knew JD was bad news but how dare Veronica try to undermine her and take power for herself? If her guilt wasn’t so genuine she would plot revenge against the girl too. But for now, ending JD was a good enough goal. As punishment, Veronica would have to help.

“Anything! I’ll do anything!” Veronica was so quick to agree. She hadn’t left her side since she was admitted, missing school. That was unheard of. Heather tried to speak, but it still hurt too much. Instead she had to write out what she wanted to say. She handed the note over.

“Yeah, I can help come up with a plan. Hey uh, Heather and Heather wanna stop by today to see how you’re doing if you’re up for that. What should we tell them?”

Heather glared and shook her head. Too embarrassing to give all the details. “Okay! I’ll just give them the same story I gave your parents. I promise, JD will get what he deserves. Just hang in there.” Veronica squeezed her hand and walked off for a moment. She was doing that a lot. Touching her, then isolating herself.

Heather and Heather visiting was a drag. McNamara just played twenty questions with a doctor. Duke spent half the time in front of a mirror, not even fully present. Veronica was the only one that actually seemed to want to be here. After half an hour, the pair left, and Heather was just relieved. It was less lonely to be alone with Veronica. Where was she, anyway?

“V…” Once again, her voice died in her throat. She’d get it back if it was the last act of her short life. She wandered towards the bathroom and saw the door was shut. On the other side of the door, she could hear panicked sobbing. Heather knocked.

“I-I’m fine.” The worst lying she’d ever heard. And she heard bad lies before. But she wasn’t trying to lie.

“Let-“ Heather burst into a round of wheezing and coughing. “P-pl-“

“Okay. Okay. Please don’t…don’t strain yourself.”

She opened the door. Her eyes were red, wet, and swollen. Her makeup was completely smeared. “I’m sorry, I can’t help it. I can’t make the…guilt…go away. I was just so angry. I fucking slept with JD and said I was done with you. He took it too far.”

Heather could only nod in response. She hated not having her voice yet. There was a lot she wanted to say about JD.

“I know you’ll probably never forgive me. I’ll do whatever it takes to bring him down. And I promise, I won’t let a boy sweep me off my feet like that ever again. I can’t be trusted.” Heather raised an eyebrow. Veronica was really talking down on herself about this. It must be destroying her. It was then she wondered, when was the last time this girl had even slept?

“Well anyway. Enough about me. They’re gonna take a look at you tomorrow and if you’re able to talk by then, you can go home.”

Thankfully, things looked far better in the morning. Although she was still on the mend, doctors were stunned when Heather was capable of saying a few words at a time already. Her recovery was praised in the whole wing as she was sent home with Veronica. Her parents had found an excuse to be out of town…in other words, not deal with the embarrassment.

Back in her room where it all happened. Heather saw the blue stain on the carpet and nearly cringed. While Veronica religiously started to scrub at it, she noticed a couple things out of place. Her copy of The Bell Jar sat on her bed instead of the nightstand. And there was a crumpled paper with some pencils on the floor. She cast a glance at the brunette who was still cleaning.

“My book.” She couldn’t say much more to clarify what she meant, but Veronica followed her gaze and got the point.

“That must’ve been what JD was doing…he was convinced you’d die and wanted to stage something. Obviously, I didn’t listen to him.”

For the first time, Heather was afraid of JD.

“I know. I didn’t want that either. I was lucky to even be able to save you at all, really.” Two more words came to mind. Something she thought she would never say.

“Thank you.”

The blush in Veronica’s cheeks gave her new life. And so they spent the afternoon together, cleaning and plotting the demise of Jason Dean.

#heathers the musical #heathers #heather chandler #veronica sawyer #fanfic #chansaw

[awhitehead17]

Perfectly Imperfect

TimKon, Sports AU, Skater Boi Tim, Hockey Player Kon, Injuries, Hurt, Comfort, Soft Boyfriends, Established Relationship.

Summary: The whole situation is ridiculous. If getting a tooth knocked out this early in their relationship is the start, then Tim has no idea what is instore for his future as he continues to date a professional hockey player. Undoubtedly it’ll include a lot of TLC, it’s a good thing he’s willing to provide that particular service for his boyfriend then isn’t it.

A/N: This is for my 'Tooth Knocked Out' square on my Bad Things Happen Bingo Card. This is also a sort of sequel to Hey Gorgeous. You don't need to read that to understand this!

Enjoy! :D

Tim wasn’t there when it happened. Which is probably for the best however that doesn’t mean finding out over a phone call hours later is any better.

His phone rings as he’s taking a breather. He’s currently at practice, surrounded by his team and coaches, working on new routines and new tricks in preparation for the next competition. Going to answer the call Tim frowns at the caller and ID and worry hits him like a truck. This person only ever calls if it’s bad.

“What’s happened?” Tim demands immediately. He walks away from his coach with his skateboard in his free hand and stands to the side for the idea of privacy.

A nervous laugh sounds through the speaker and Tim grits his teeth. “Hey Tim, how’s it going dude?”

He isn’t amused. “Sparks, you better tell me right now what’s happened or else-” he doesn’t get to finish his threat as Sparks wisely interrupts him.

“Okay! Okay, so don’t panic.” Tim sighs, nothing good ever follows those words. “He’s fine – well as fine as can be, but on the most part he’s okay.”

“That tells me fuck all Sparks. What’s happened to Kon?”

There's a pause and Tim blinks when a scuffling noise comes over the speaker followed by a new voice. “Tim, I swear he’s fine, although he may have lost a tooth. There was a lot blood. But he’s genuinely fine.”

Tim’s brain short circuits. He didn’t hear that right did he? Did Pads just tell him his boyfriend has lost a tooth during the game that night?

“Come again?” He speaks into the phone.

“Yeah Kent’s lost a tooth and has a wicked bruise all along his jaw but he’s awake and conscious, we’re on our way to his apartment now. Are you there?”

Tim has to take a moment to breathe. Then he takes another to stop himself from freaking out. His heart is going wild in his chest and he can only imagine what Kon has gone through and what he currently looks like.

“Tim?”

Shaking his head Tim puts his attention back on the phone his hand. “Yeah, I’ll head there now. I’m at practice so I’m not far.”

“Alright see you soon then.”

The call disconnects and Tim just stares at it. Of all of the things….

He knew what he was getting into when he started dating Kon. Injuries and other mishaps were just part of the sport Kon plays, hell even his own sport comes with similar risks, however he was not prepared enough for what really could happen to his boyfriend when playing hockey.

This is on a completely different level. Kon’s lost a tooth. Oh, now he’s mourning Kon’s perfect teeth, he should have guessed it wasn't going to be a thing that’ll last. He does appreciate the heads up though, while Sparks failed terribly at telling him what happened at least Pads took over and actually told him what occurred.

Realising he needs to get moving he pockets his phone, collects his stuff and has a quick word with his coach before making his way to Kon’s apartment. It’s several blocks away but on the skateboard Tim reaches it in no time.

Using his own key, Tim rushes into the apartment and finds his boyfriend and teammates already there. Kon is settled on the couch with his head tilted back and an ice pack resting on his face. Sparks and Pads are sat on the couch and the arm chair next to him and Tim finds a third team member, Totzy, preparing something in the kitchen.

Tim ignores them and goes straight to Kon’s side. “Oh Kon… what’s happened now huh?” Tim runs a gentle hand through his hair as he takes in the damage. His boyfriend blinks at him, he clearly goes to smile and before he could he’s instantly grimacing and staring at Tim with a defeated look.

Slowly Tim peels off the ice pack to get a look at the damage and immediately hisses upon seeing the black and blue across the lower half of his face, his jawline is swollen which makes him lose any of the usual sharpness he has there. There’s dry blood dotted over his skin from where it hasn’t been cleaned off and there’s even fresh blood on Kon’s lips. Thankfully the rest of his face seems to be okay, even with the dazed faraway look Kon is currently supporting. Tim turns over the ice pack and lays it across Kon’s jaw once again.

He sighs and sits back, reaching for Kon’s hand and runs a thumb across his knuckles. Turning to Kon’s teammates Tim raises an eyebrow at them. “What’s the damage? How long will he be out for? What can I do to help him recover?”

While Tim is used to dealing with bruises or even broken bones, and on occasion concussions, a knocked out tooth and swollen jaw is unknown territory.

Pads, a man in his late twenties with short dark hair and stubble, rolls his eyes at Tim’s barrage of questions. “Tim. Relax. Kent will be out for about two weeks, three at most. The swelling needs to go down and he needs to be able to move his jaw without pain before he plays competitively again, there’s nothing broken so it shouldn’t take too long. He’s dazed now because of the shock. A liquid diet is highly advised until he can move his jaw without flinching any time he opens his mouth. Like any other time, make sure he takes his meds, ice and treat the injury.”

Tim narrows his eyes at the man. He gets this is probably common for the guy to deal with and he's probably chill about the situation now Kon has been confirmed okay by their medical staff, but his indifference of the situation doesn’t stop Tim from worrying.

Not helping his nerves is Sparks on the other side of the couch. The other man who is the same age as him snorts and looks at them with amusement.

“Kent will be fine, as Pads said, although unfortunately for you it does mean no blow jobs in the near future.”

Tim sends him a dry look and Kon makes a noise of protest. Before Tim could come up with a retort Totzy comes strolling into the living room carrying a water bottle in his hands. He places the bottle down on the coffee table in front of the couch and follows it up by removing the lid and puts a large straw inside of it.

“Bon appetite,” he says before moving to sit on the arm of the love seat. “Relax Tim, our boy here is made of strong stuff. He’ll bounce back in no time.”

Tim eyes the man before glancing at the bottle on the table. “None of you are helping,” he mutters forlornly.

He picks up the bottle and examines the contents, a sweet and sharp smell hits him and recognises it as one of Kon’s strawberry smoothies. He turns to his boyfriend and finds Kon glaring at him, and without saying anything Tim knows what he’s thinking. Rolling his eyes he places the smoothie back on the table and stops himself from huffing, undoubtably Kon wants to wait for his teammates to disappear before trying to drink anything. Heaven forbid he gets help with something so basic in front of the other men. Tim gets it, but this isn’t the time to have that particular discussion.

After that it wasn't long until the men leave Kon's apartment with their wishes for his speedy recovery. It was only then Kon allowed Tim to help him with the drink, not that he needed much help as it’s only his jaw causing the pain and not anywhere else thankfully.

Later on when Tim entered the kitchen for the first time since arriving in the apartment he blinks in surprise at what had been left on the island. He picks it up and examines it closely before pulling a face in disgust and goes back to the living room to confront Kon with it.

He holds up the little see through bag and shakes it. “Seriously? How the fuck did you loose a tooth? Don’t you wear a mouth guard to avoid this exact thing from happening?”

In the bag was a single, white, and bloody tooth. Kon’s tooth. The one which should be in his mouth but isn’t. It would be funny if it wasn't concerning.

On the couch Kon raises his eyebrows in the fashion of ‘are you done?’ before reaching over and grabbing the notepad they found so Kon can write on it as it currently hurts to speak.

‘It broke before the game.’ Kon wrote looking unimpressed.

Tim’s still perplexed. “How?”

‘Dropped it, then accidently stood on it. Thought one game without it would be okay – clearly not. Fucking typical.’

Tim sighs and runs a hand over his face. “Of all the things Kon.” He looks at the bag still in his hand and shakes his head. “Right well, you’re a rich hockey, you can afford a replacement – if you want one – so once your mouth is healed we’re getting you to a dentist asap.”

Kon shrugs at his demands and Tim can’t tell whether he agrees with what he’s saying or doesn’t care either way. Tim glares at him, he’s not letting Kon ruin his perfect smile because of this! He’ll probably look fine with a tooth gap, there’s never a time when Kon doesn't look attractive, but his perfect smile is one of the things that drew Tim from the beginning. Of course if Kon isn’t really bothered about it he’s not going to force him to have a new tooth but Tim can be pretty persuasive when he puts his mind to it.

A moment later Kon blinks at him and writes something down on the pad when he turns it for Tim to read, Tim's heart skips a beat.

‘Love you, thank you for caring.’

Tim sighs, feeling both exasperated and like he’s about to combust from the overwhelming feeling of emotions he just got struck by. While it’s not the first time they’ve shared those words, they don’t  mean anything less now than what they did the first time. Tim moves to the couch and cups Kon’s cheeks gently in order to not hurt him and presses a tender kiss to his forehead before leaning forward and pressing their foreheads together.

“I love you too. And all the questionable injuries you receive.”

Kon huffs and pulls away from him in order to write something down. Tim reads his words once he’s finished and snickers.

‘Are you forgetting how we met? I’m not the only one who gets questionable injuries.’

Tim couldn’t really argue against that. He’s just as injury prone as Kon. After all, they met in hospital when Tim had been there due to a concussion he gave himself when trying a new trick on his skateboard, Kon had been there because his brother had broken his arm.

“Touché.” Tim laughs. He sits down next to Kon and leans his head on his boyfriends shoulder and grasps his hand in his. “Fancy watching something? We have a couple hours before you can take your meds, we can watch a film, shower then go to bed?”

Kon nods and Tim gets up to get the TV remote before resuming his place next to Kon. He grabs the blanket from the back of the couch and together they snuggle up and get comfortable. Tim even lets Kon choose the film they watch because he feels marginally bad for what’s happened to his boyfriend.

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It takes nearly two weeks for the injury to fully heal. Kon is talking normally and able to eat solid foods without an issue and regarding hockey, he’ll be cleared to play on the roster at the weekend. As soon as Tim found this out, he immediately took Kon to go and get a new mouth guard made for him, the tooth replacement is currently being made, but Tim isn’t letting his boyfriend play a game of hockey without some form of protection in his mouth.

“You’re being over dramatic, I hope you know that.” Kon huffs as they leave the appointment for the guard. It’ll be ready for the next day, one day before Kon’s first game back.

“Maybe, maybe not. I don’t care.”

Kon comes up beside him and throws an arm over his shoulder, tugging him in close. Tim rolls with it he always likes having Kon close, even when he’s being dismissive about his own health.

“Kon you complained for an hour the other day about having food stuck in the gap between your teeth, having a new guard will stop any other teeth from falling out and having a new tooth will close said gap.”

Kon chooses to not respond to that and together in silence they reach the car and begin the journey back to Kon’s apartment. Tim couldn’t help but laugh to himself at the ridiculousness of the situation, this is just the start, god knows what else he’ll have to deal with in the future when it comes to Kon and his injuries while playing professional hockey. Then again Tim could easily give Kon a run for his money in the injury department, it looks like they’ll just have to look after each other when it’s necessary.

#timkon #tim drake #conner kent #sports au #fluff #established relationship #hurt #comfort #skater boi tim #hockey player Kon #injuries #tooth knocked out #bad things happen bingo #fanfiction #dc comics #young justice #soft boyfriends

[nostalgebraist-autoresponder]

A brief Undertale review: I played the game on its second try.

Some highlights:

I remember liking the game at first (I think I disliked it on the first try) but I played through again and it's just... better than I remembered. Like, the main game actually ends, instead of making you get a different ending by choosing the harder option. The "alternate routes" have an effect on the story, but it's very clear what the "correct" outcome is and the player's choice is just about whether or not to explore the weirdness of the world and find those secrets.

In terms of its "weirdness" it does a lot of things you can't do in most games -- you have to fight a "crossover" boss in one of the first areas and it's this big, scary-looking, creepy creature with a mouth full of teeth. ("A cudgel" is a funny word.) Then it attacks you in your sleep, using giant monsters that it calls forth from the earth. And the game keeps a running tally of the number of monsters you've fought. And it's not a boss battle -- it's you, in a regular dungeon, fighting these big, dangerous creatures one by one. The game takes advantage of how your normal HP gets used up during these fights. If you're hurt, you take more damage in the next encounter. If you get too hurt you die. I don't know what this setup is meant to mean but it is very effective. And it works for both of the bosses you fight in the first areas, but not for the bosses you fight after that.

And of course the game is full of references to stuff in other games -- I was expecting that but it really takes it there. Like, one of the first bosses makes you fight its "mother" -- in the same style as a boss from an RPG. The game is about the battle between "the monster" and "you," just as a game would be. (One of the final bosses is even called "Monstred Castle" -- I knew some of the dungeons have names like that, but I didn't expect the first one to be in a castle!)

There are several things about Undertale that were new to me:

The TVTropes page has a really interesting summary of how its themes are represented in gameplay. Basically, every decision you make matters and affects the world, and that means that even the "hardest choices" are ultimately easy choices. So you have a few different "ending" choices, with the usual options between good/neutral/bad. But the "harder" ones have gameplay effects -- for example, choosing to give Flowey a child is not merely a choice between "bad" and "good," it is "giving Flowey another mouth to feed." Every decision makes you feel powerful because you know that it will have a tangible effect on the final outcome, and then later, that decision itself is shown to have tangible effects. That's a really good example of a good way to use gameplay in this context -- as a method for introducing the player to the concept of moral choice, rather than just something that happens for the sake of happenstance.

My expectations going into the game were set way too low by the first time I played it. On the first try the game was "kinda meh" in the way video games always are -- it had the right spirit, but it didn't seem like "real gameplay" to me. But in my second play it finally clicked. This time, it took maybe half an hour of game time (plus a bit of "replaying" a boss in its own area when I wanted to try something different). (It's easy to get distracted, but it's not nearly as bad as I remember the first time, and eventually I was having fun.) I'm still getting used to its controls and some of the weirdness, but it's really fun in a "real" way now.

So, Undertale was a lot of fun. You can read the review linked there (or just go on Google if you're impatient) if you really want.

(I still need to play FFVI and FFVII at some point. But I think I have now played all of the games in the "greatest hits" section of Undertale's TVTropes page. Which is more than a great hits section could have.)

#undertale kicked my puppy #(in the positive direction)

[tealeafgrimm]

There For You

Remus Lupin x Reader

Words: 972

Summary: Remus is not good at asking for help. He doesn't want to be a burden. But after the full moon, he needs you. And there's not a single reason why you wouldn't help him.

You turn around and look at the grandfather clock in your living room. He should have been here by now, he never took this long to come back after the full moon. Nervously, you paced around the entryway of your house. Should you go out and see if he was badly hurt, should you ask someone to help you look for him? Your train of thought was interrupted when you heard branches and leaves moving at the edge of the nearby forest. And not a second later, you could see his face.

"Remus," you whispered, both frightened and relieved at the same time. He looked terrible. You couldn't remember the last time he had looked this bad.

His clothes, which he had worn the night before, were torn in several places and you could see the blood soaking the fabric. He was barely able to hold himself upright and walk. No wonder it had taken him so long to find his way home.

With quick steps you ran towards him and no sooner had you put his arm around your shoulder than he dropped his weight on you. Although it was only a few meters, it took you ages to get Remus into the house.

"I've already prepared the bath, okay?" you whispered as you walked down the small hallway towards the bathroom. Remus didn't answer you, too tired and exhausted to say anything back.

"Here, sit down. I'll help you take off your clothes." Carefully you helped Remus sit down on the lid of the toilet, a hiss escaping him, obviously the slightest movement hurt him. As carefully as you could, trying to cause the least contact with his wounds, you helped him remove his clothes.

It felt like it took hours, but after a while Remus sank into the warm water of the bathtub.

When the warm water touched his body, he let out an agonized cry. You couldn't imagine how painful it must be. You could only guess how bad his wounds were, but now that he had nothing on, you could clearly see the damage he had sustained last night. It seemed as if he had scratched up almost his entire back and his chest was also adorned with dark welts.

"Do you think I can leave you alone for a moment?" you asked him softly, stroking his hair. A faint nod was the only response.

"I'll get you some potions for the pain and some healing and wound ointment, okay?" You didn't wait to see if he had heard you, but left the bathroom. As quickly as you could, you gathered the potion and ointment and returned to the bathroom.

The water Remus sat in was now a dirty light brown. His blood and the dirt of the night had discolored it. With a wave of your wand, you made the dirty water disappear and refilled it with new, clean water. You handed him the small vial of pain-relieving potion and began to clean his wounds with a washcloth.

When you had helped him out of the bath and into his boxers, you began dabbing the ointment and tincture onto his open wounds. Again and again Remus hissed, winced and tried to back away from your touch.

"That's it. We're done," you said after a few minutes. The first wounds were already beginning to close. In a few hours, the worst would already be over.

"I'm sorry. You shouldn't have to see something like this every month. Let alone take care of me," Remus spoke softly as you walked into your bedroom together.

"I tell you every time Remus. I don't help you because I have to, I help you because I want to. Because I love you."

With a sigh, he settled down on the bed. A little rest and a few hours of sleep would help him and when he would wake up he would be feeling better.

"You deserve so much better. I'm not worth it..."

"Stop saying things like that about yourself or I'll hex your tongue to the roof of your mouth. I LOVE you. Is that so hard to understand?"

"Sometimes," he admitted, but you could see the beginnings of a smile.

"How many times have you helped me? When I got hit by a stray jinx at school because someone didn't aim right? You were always the first to undo everything. Or who takes care of me when I'm on my period? You. You go and make me tea, bring me chocolate. Who takes care of me when I'm overwhelmed, when I cry, when I'm angry, frustrated, when I just need someone by my side? Remus, you're always there for me."

"I think it is. You don't ask for help any more than I do. You didn't choose your situation, any more than I do when I'm sad or angry. And I help you in your situation for the same reason you help me. Because we love each other."

Remus was ready to launch into a retort again, but you raised your hand and gave him a dirty look.

"I don't want to discuss this any further with you right now. You need rest."

Without paying any further attention to him, you grabbed his book from the nightstand and lay down next to him. Even though he never asked you to, you knew he liked it when you read to him after a night like the last.

You opened the marked page and began to read. Within minutes, you felt Remus' breathing relax and become more even.

There would never be a reason for you not to help him, even though he would argue with you again and again. But your answer would always be the same. If you really love one another, you are there them.

Werewolf or not.

#remus x you #remus lupin fanfiction #reader insert #remus lupin x you #remus lupin x reader #remus x reader #remus lupin #remus lupin x y/n #remus lupin fluff #remus x y/n #one shot #harry potter oneshot #harry potter fanfiction #harry potter series #harry potter #remus fluff

[daughterofthereaper02]

Hi! What about a poly rooster, hangman, and bob x reader where the reader has a panic attack while flying and the boys try to calm her down, but it’s too late, loses control of the plane, and she gets hurt?

A/N: Thank you anon! I can not be told to not write where the reader is hurt. It is my favorite thing to write and I thought people would be sick of it by now, now I can write it again!

Title: It Can Happen To The Best

Warnings: Panic attack, mentions of almost dying

It was a normal day, everyone was either doing paperwork or training. You were in the skies with Hangman, Maverick, Bob, Phoenix, and Rooster. You had been going through everything when you got caught in the jet wash of Maverick's jet and began to lose control of your plane, you could barely manage to get control of it but you did. You started having a panic attack however, it was so much like your mission before where you had nearly died after ejecting. Something inside of you snapped and you felt like you couldn't breathe, your vision blurring as you gasped for air.

"Sparky, you need to pull up!" Maverick said, you couldn't hear them and they could hear your panicked breathing. "Shit, she's having a panic attack" Hangman said, "Sparky, calm down, you're safe" he tried but you couldn't hear, you were slowly losing control. "C'mon Sparky, you can do this, you just have to pull up, you're safe, you got out of the jet wash" Rooster tried, "Sparky, breathe hun" Bob said. They all just kept repeating themselves, getting louder so you could hear them over the ringing in your ears. You brought yourself out of it in time and cursed, trying to get control of the jet. Last second a bird strike happened, causing a complete loss of engines. You were forced to eject but got hurt on the landing, from the force of ejecting so late, you landed on your wrist wrong, you felt it break. You were also winded from slamming into the ground, the air being knocked out of you and you knew your back was severely bruised. You were just happy you flew without a WSO, never wanting to be in that situation.

Three hours later, you were in a cast and gave your report while being worked on, none of it was being held against you luckily. You were being held overnight for observation however because of the hit to your head you took, your hadn't even realized it at first until they touched you head and it hurt. Robert, Jake, and Bradley all came in and you gave them a slightly dopey grin, you were finally given pain medication and it was making you a little loopy, "Hiya lover boys" you giggled, you held up your cast that was black "Guess who isn't flying for a bit?" you said with a roll of your eyes. "We rather that then you not be here" Jake said, pressing a kiss to your temple. You pouted and he rolled his eyes, kissing you on the lips. This made you grin and Bradley and Robert followed after him. You leaned against the pillows, running your good hand over your face, "Good news is I am not being reprimanded for losing a multi-million dollar plane" you said "Bad news is I have a broken wrist, minor concussion and bruises all along my back" you said, shaking your head. "How could I do that?" you asked yourself, obviously beating yourself up over the situation. Bradley made you look at him, "None of that sweet girl. Did you judge me when I was starting to freak out on the uranium mission? No. You had so many factors against you here, the jet wash which caused you to panic. Even a seasoned pilot like Maverick has freaked out because of that. Then when you did, you panicked, yes but like I said pilots have done it before. Then a bird strike" he said, "Baby, everything was just piled against you, you can't beat yourself up about it" he said, stroking your cheek. You just nodded and your eyes drooped as the medicine really kicked in, it was making you exhausted. "Get some sleep baby" Robert told you. Once again, you nodded and closed your eyes, unable to fight against it to stay awake.

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