#loud shrill noises like that fuck with my head

[dragonanon]

I love that when I start questioning my child free stance in life, the universe IMMEDIATELY reminds me of why I don’t want kids. 🙃

#i had to do a short visit with a woman today and got to listen to her baby scream for 15 solid minutes #i could BARELY focus on what i was doing because it was so distracting and i couldn’t even put headphones or something in #i ended up ending the appointment sooner than i would’ve liked because i couldn’t take the screaming #but even then they STILL stuck around for several minutes because she apparently simply had to nurse then and there #which normally wouldn’t have been an issue but i’m booked back to back all day today and NEEDED to get the room ready for the appointment #and you can’t really do that when you have someone breastfeeding and a baby daddy who did fuck all to comfort the baby #i will NEVER be cruel to a baby or small child #but i avoid them as much as humanly possible for this VERY reason #loud shrill noises like that fuck with my head #and it’s even worse when i’m in a position where I’m ‘’trapped’’ and can’t just leave and go elsewhere #the amount of rage and irritation i feel when i hear a screaming baby/child is actually scary to me #like i was getting close to snapping and demanding her baby daddy gtfo with the baby so i could actually focus #i could sense that feeling coming though and wanted to avoid letting myself get to that point so I ended the appointment early #it’s this rage that makes me staunchly child free #the LAST thing i want to do is create a life that will have to endure me resenting it for triggering my noise sensitivities #sorry if this comes across as overly critical i swear i don’t truly hate babies and kids #i just get FAR too overwhelmed and overstimulated around them so it’s better for everyone that i enjoy in small doses from a safe distance #i will HAPPILY be the cool aunt that plays video games with you and lets you eat Cheetos for dinner #but i could NEVER be a mother #at least not a GOOD mother that is and that thought distresses me more than the thought of kids themselves 😬 #i’m fucked up as it is i couldn’t forgive myself if i fucked up some poor kid too #child free #childfree #sorry for the whole rant/ramble in the tags here #just REALLY needed to vent because that was stressful af for me

[m-ayo-o]

hello!!:3 i love your bunny reader x megumi and x yuuji fics<3

would you consider yuuji x kitty reader?🤍

hello thank u !! <3 uh huh sure , she isn't yuji's kitty tho xx

yuji x kitty hybrid girl. nsfw cw ; strip teasing ! pussy eating :p dick suckin' , 69 ! aged up characters 21+ wc: 1.2k hybrid fics

"Are you sure it's okay?"

"Mmhm," you nod sweetly, "my owner said it's fine... for you to touch me."

He bites his lip and continues undoing your shirt.

"Only Yuji, though," you add with a little smile, making him blush as his big fingers and thumbs fumble with your tiny buttons.

You see him getting frustrated so you stand up and start stripping for him.

You're not in heat right now, so you're feeling more under control of your urges and you think you might be able to tease him a little.

So you tug off your top and reveal your pretty bra, exposing your body to him. All that remains on your gorgeous frame is your underwear and a tiny skirt.

Yuji leans forward on the sofa, smiling from ear to ear and checking you out from head to toe.

Your skirt zipper comes down and you tease it off, slowly revealing a matching thong that's wrapped snugly around you like you're his present. There's even a little bow at the front.

You give him a twirl and you hear a gasp from his mouth.

"O-oh, sweetie... you look hot!"

You look down over your body with quiet confidence, your cheeks heating up under his intense gaze.

"Turn around, kitten, let me see your ass again."

He gets his hands on you and swivels you around gently, bringing your body closer. He covers your plumpy ass in big, wet kisses, sucking and licking. Your tail starts twitching and it slinks around Yuji's chin, guiding him further down between your legs.

"Oh," he gives you a cheeky grin as he presses on your back, getting you bent over perfectly, "want me here, kitten?"

"Mm, mm," you nod and pull his face closer with your tail.

"So impatient, sweetie," he coos and sinks his tongue in, unable to deny you for even a second. And he watches you grip your thighs as you let out a loud and satisfied moan.

He tongues you really messy, moving his head from side to side and thoroughly enjoying all of your cute noises. Kitty girls just sound so fucking adorable he can't get enough. So he starts nibbling your folds, which you seem to like too, then he suddenly bites and you let out a shrill "meow!" leaving you totally embarrassed and trying to escape his strong hands.

"No, no kitty, hang on," but he's not done yet, "come back here."

He lies down flat on the sofa and grabs your hips, pulling you where he wants you.

"Up here, come on."

Your knees are either side of his shoulders and you slam your hand to your mouth when he tugs you down. You land on his chin hard, and you can feel the prickles of his stubble rubbing you as he opens his mouth and starts eating your pussy in this new position. He has much better access to your clit now, which he plays with relentlessly, sliding his tongue around the little pearl, making you squirm all over his face. And he loves every second, especially when you start moving your hips.

"Grind on my face, kitten," he pants his sweet encouragements, "fuck my face, please~"

He begs you and you start moving some more, sliding up and down his chin, taking his tongue in and out of your creamy pussy.

He shoves his tongue particularly deep and your body falls forward, your hands landing either side of his hips. Now you realise, when your face is inches from his stomach, that Yuji is all pent up too.

"Yuu~ a-are you hard?"

"Yeah, baby," he replies, sounding a little strained, with your ass in his hands, "'m hard, really hard-"

"You... want me to..." you trail off and paw at his crotch through his loose shorts. He groans and moves his head up and down between your legs.

"Yeah, yeah, pl-" but he barely has to ask before you're slipping his giant, swollen cock out and licking his gorgeous tip.

Now, with your lips around his darkened head that looks like it's about to burst, he starts moaning into your pussy and telling you that you're a good fucking kitty and he wants you to suck him.

"Suck me, put it in your mouth plea- please~"

He's not even trying to be patient with you anymore. He's too far gone and his brain is melting down into mushy, horny thoughts. All he needs is to get his dick wet and have your cream on his tongue. Nothing else really matters.

So when you take him in your mouth and start bobbing up and down, just like he asked, he grunts and starts fucking you deeper with his tongue. He goes wild down there, grabbing your cheeks and making the hottest, deepest noises from his chest that you've ever heard from the sweet man. He sounds like an animal. He licks and sucks your clit till your body hums with your long awaited orgasm. He flicks you with his tongue, guiding you through what feels like an eternity of pleasure. You ride it out on his face and your body goes all slack and relaxed, which he takes advantage of, bucking his hips to get his cock a little deeper.

You recover and compose yourself again, restarting your regular rhythm and taking him down your throat, where Yuji quickly learns that you have no gag reflex.

"Kitten, h-how, how are you doing that-"

You're doing that because it's how your owner trained you to suck dick. If he's going to have a perfect kitty girl who wants his attention, he wants you to know how to do it right.

And Yuji is amazed at your skills, as you take him right to his base, breathing through your nose and closing your eyes with concentration. His face is still buried in your pussy but he's just sliding his tongue in and out lazily, barely able to think.

"Nobody's sucked me like that before- fuck-"

You guide him down your throat till his hips are stuttering.

"C-close- baby- sweetie, oh, oh! Fuck me, I- I'm gunna- gunna---"

His pelvis comes right to your face and you hum and drink him up, every drop pouring straight down your throat. You ease yourself off slowly, gently. Seeing how flushed his cock is makes you smile, and it flops down but barely reduces in size now he's done.

And you turn around to see his face covered in the most adorable pink blush. His eyes are all hazy and half lidded and he bites his lip when he feels your hands run under his t-shirt. He strips it off and pulls you down to rest your body on his, getting his arms around you and whispering sweet thank yous in your ear all night. Flicking on the TV, he lies right here with you until your owner arrives to collect you.

You're sleeping soundly on Yuji's muscly torso by now with his hands wrapped around your back, and when Megumi sees him shirtless and you in your underwear, he cocks an eyebrow at his friend and assumes you must've had a fun evening. 

yuji | m.list

#jujutsu kaisen #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jjk smut #female reader #18+ content #megumi fushiguro #yuji itadori x reader #yuji smut #yuji x reader #yuji itadori #yuji itadori smut #kitty reader #cat hybrid #hybrid girl #yuji x kitty

[plooto]

⋆˙✧⋆｡ kinkmas day 7 — under the table / blanket ｡⋆✧˙⋆

warnings ❆. rda ! jake , recom ! reader , no plot , whiny ! pussy drunk ! jake , watersports (?) , size kink if you squint , voyeurism , p i v .

now playing : this christmas ; jackson 5

1:01 ──|─────── 2:16

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“ fuck- y’gotta be quiet baby girl- ” you clenched around him, his fingers gripping at you hips through the blanket as you grind your hips against his, clit brushing against his hips in just the right way. a whimper left your lips as he hit the deepest parts of you, tilting your hips just the right way to leave you seeing stars.

“ oh- s’that what you want huh? y’want prager to wake up don’t you? ” he asks, shifting his feet flat on the bed, thrusting you up higher, pulling you down firm against his hips.

your toes curled as you scratched at jakes chest through his tank, unable to contain the moan that left your lips,

“ want him to see you all fucked out on my cock? -yeah baby. ” he grunts, thrusting into you with unwavering strength, you cursed, feeling heat pool in your stomach as he hits the spongy part deep inside you. you slapped a hand over your mouth, trying to hide the sinful noises from jake’s sleeping roommate. his hips drop back down against the bed, shifting your foot awkwardly,

“ wha- ” he adjusts your feet for you, hugging you to his chest,

“ c’mere ” he grunts, pistoning his cock in and out of you roughly. your hands pinned to his chest, you bit down on his shoulder to muffle the sound coming out of you as he hit the deepest parts of you.

“ fu-ck baby you feel so good, so wet- ” he whines haphazardly you felt your pussy throb as he ruts into you, rolling his hips so deep—so slow. low whimpers leaves his plumped lips as he mumbled,

“ fuck. i can’t- ” he pauses for a moment, flipping you beneath him and pressing a finger to your clit. your eyes crossed, hips moving on their own as they tried to meet jake’s needy thrusts. “ yes. shit- just like that baby. just like that. ” you didn’t care how loud you were—nothing could ever have prepared you for seeing the blinding bright lights of pressure—falling over the edge head first, shaking with the sheer impact of your orgasm. you claw at jake’s back as the blanket threatened to fall off your curled toes.

jake angles his hips, hitting that spot with every deep stroke; you shuttered. you knew something was coming fast—forming in your tummy much faster than what you were used to. you wanted to warn him, but as he rolled into your hips at practiced angles, the shrill of pleasure shot up your spine—coating his hips and the bed sheets by far.

“ shit baby i’m- ” he came with a low growl, stilling his hips against your as he pumped his seed deep inside you. pulling out only to fuck the drops back in you. your breath slowly returned to you as you felt him fill you full of his warmth.

( lost in your own world of pleasure, neither of you noticed prager wasn’t as still as before—he was awake.

squeezing his eyes shut as he thrusts into his hand, the other hand giving him something to bite down on when the sounds got louder—when you squirted on jake.

neither of you noticing that another orgasm happened at the same time. )

tags -> @luvv4j4ybe11

x . the song i originally chose was i saw mommy kissing santa claus but i thought that would be too telling ? and also tumblr posted this on thanksgiving 😃

#atwow jake x reader #dilf jake sully smut #atwow jake #jake sully smut #jake sully x reader #jake sully #atwow smut #atwow jake sully #tteokbokki 🌶️ // spicy #avatar12daysofkinkmas #. character // jake sully

[zwolfgames]

Yandere!various!That Time I Got Reincarnated As A Slime x gn!cat!reader

Requested: JosephCruz118

(Warnings: Forced marrige, neko reader, reincarnation.)

(3rd person POV)

Welp, there it went. The end of your life.

Just like that.

A strange way to begin, but thats what happens in the tragidy that is your life.

You were graduating, finally, after years of being a student, you could walk out of this building and live.

Well... Your classmates would. But you just so happned to get the short end of the stick.

You were simply walking down a hall, when some... pshycothic man pushed you out of the open window.

Sending you pummeling down three stories.

The last things you heard were some disgusting cracks and screams... just screams.

Embracing the sudden coldness of the world, you felt life leaving you.

'Wish I'd have landed on my feet for once in my damm life... Maybe feel loved for once...' Your last toughts echo trough your head, a thumping pain in your cracked skull.

And then it all just fades. 

Thats it, the end of Y/N L/N.

Missed by many, but never got far in life.

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A fresh breath of air enters your lungs.

You shock awake, laying on a warm grassy field. The green blades carresing your skin as the wind moves them. 

The sun shines brilliantly above you, almost blinding you as you flutter your (e/c) eyes open.

'What in the fuck-knuckles is this bright nonsense?' You squeeze your eyes shut once more and groan in displeasure. This was not what you wanted to see in death.

You once again open your eyes, feeling a bit light sensetive at the moment. But you hold your hand to your forehead, blocking out the suns harsh rays.

After a moment of adjusting to the new lighting, you take your hand away and look around.

Big grass field... Surrounded by forest. Huh, what a strange afterlife.

You take another breath of fresh air, crisp... crisp air. No pollution noticable.

'Yea... Now hold up a minute.' You talk to yourself in your head, standing up and looking at your hands. No blood, no rocks or dirt.

Yea, somethings wrong here.

Especially that elongated feeling in your tailbone. Weird.... thats new-

Oh my god its a tail!?

You screech in confusion and grab the fuzzy thing. Slender but long, standing to make sure you keep balance. No no no! The afterlife turned you into a cat(girl/boy/YN)! A damm furry!

Some birds hiding in the grass fly away at your noise, some almost touching the top of your head.

If you had a tail then... oh no..

Your hands quickly reach for your head. And yep, two cat ears. Actually, biologically, on your head. You even felt them twitch in your hands.

After cringing for a good two minutes you calmed down and just accepted fate. It could have been worse, you could have been a worm.

So... what to do now? You couldn't just stay on this random grass field for the rest of your afterlife...

Or maybe thats what you've been sentenced to, grassfield duty.

Were they expecting you to chomp grass like a cow? Who knows... Where are the instructions? You would like to read them.

But no instructions came... reminds you of school projects...

You sigh and begin walking... towards... well, forwards. Where does this go? Into that forest? Yes.

But what else were you supposed to do. Wait around like a dumbass. No thanks.

So there you went, walking trough the thick grass towards the even thicker forest.

Birds greeted you with chirps as you entered the foliage. Forest greens filled your vision as you stepped trough a bush. Getting little unnoticable cuts on your exposed legs.

But.. It was peacefull. Birds, insects. The noises of nature really made this place feel real. was this even the afterlife?

A vision maybe?

Or... were you reborn?

How silly would that be-

"Watch out!" Some loud shrill voice alerts you of a quickly incoming troll or something on a.. on a wolf.

You jump aside and the wolf rider passes you.

He brings the wolf to a stop and hops off, walking back towards you. Ah, not a troll, this looks like a goblin, if you can trust those movies you've seen.

"Hey?" You wave awkardly. The shorter goblin smiles brightly with his two tusk like teeth.

"Hey! I haven't seen you before! Are you an adventurer?" The goblin asks exitdely. 

"Not.. really. i'm a bit lost. Where is this?" You ask, it feels as if your voice has barely seen use. As if its all new. As if this body is new.

Maybe it is.

"You don't know where you are? Well, you're in the Jura forest right now. I'm from Rimuru City, I can take you there, maybe you'll be able to orient from there?" The little goblin offers you with a friendly smile.

You nod, not that cautious as you should have been were this your old life. YOLO, am i right?

The goblin helps you onto his giant wolf and you hold on, like asked. The big canine speeds off trough the forest and you feel alive for once, wind in your face, cutting against your face like sharp yet harmless blades.

After a bit of running around on the wolf, you reach a nice looking medival village, lots of fantasy looking monsters running around, building things and working.

Well damm... This looks better managed then soceity.

The goblin that lead you here looks behind him to check up on you, to see if youre still on the wolf before enetering the crowd and bringing you somewhere.

He brings you all the way to what seems to be the towns centre. Gesturing for you to hop off here.

You hesitantly nod, awkardly smiling at the goblin as a form of thanks.

Welp, now you were in a random city, full of magical looking monsters and whatnot.

You hear the magical residents go about their day, smells of foods, contruction and just random things fill your weirdly sensetive nose.

Just as you were about to enter the building in front of you, as it looked like a town hall, you felt a squishy thing bump against your leg.

You look down, eyes widening at this small, light blue slime. Tapping your leg for attention.

"Uh... Can I help you?" You ask it in confusion, not reallu expecting it to react.

"Yes! You're new, aren't you? I'm Rimuru! Welcome to my city!" The blue slime speaks. It speaks!

"I.. yes? My name's Y/N." You awkardly repsond to the talking slime- Rimuru. What wonders does this world have in store for you?

"Great! I'll show you around!" Rimuru speaks in an exited manner... but he doesn't have a mouth... Telepathy, maybe?

Whatever. That day, Rimuru showed you around his city full of fantasy folk. Introducing you to all kinds of people, some of his trusted compagnions and whatnot.

But thats... how you ended up like this...

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"Y/N. You can't go. Whats wrong with the village? We can give you everything!" Benimaru protests as he catches the arm holding your bag. The tall kijin holds onto you desparatly.

After three months of living in this village, you got to know pretty much everyone. And let's just say, they really like 'the cute demi-cat'.

Wich is why, when you planned to finally go explore some more of this weird world. You got met with a lot of complaints.

They've already set up guards by the city exits, you've been monitored for the past two days and now Benimaru was here to personally stop you.

"Let go, I just want to explore." You sigh, done with this weird protection you're receiving.

"No can do orders from the boss... that I absoluty agree with. You aren't ready for the rest of this world." The kijin repeats those lame words. He's grinning like always, just happy to be able to hold you.

Your ears flatten on your head and he 'awws'. How agitating.

"Come on, just stay and let me pet you!" The red kijin coees and sets you back down in your house. A babyproofed house.

Wich was annoying as hell! You didn't even get a knife sharp enough to cut the crust off your bread!

Benimaru takes the liberty of ruffling your hair. He's what you'd call... a big brother. Only diffrence, is that this one doesn't let you do stupid things.

But he wasn't the worst.... You'd say Rimuru was the most peacefull.. But Shuna was determined to get you to marry her.... And Gabiru had the idea that you were his bestest friend ever.

Wich is a reason to why you weren't allowed to leave. The people in the city got too attached to you. Maybe they found you friendly? 

But whatever the reason, you wanted out. They didn't let you do anything dangerous! Wich sounds stupid but you wnated to go explore too!

As if sensing your toughts, Benimaru grabbed yoy into a bear hug, his form engulfs you, you're barely visible. He loves it like this.

"Let go." You demand, voice muffled by his sleeves.

"No." He smiles down at you, nuzzeling his head into your hair.

You huff in annoyance. All this attention was nice... for a week. But it's as if they never, ever got bored of you.

It seemed impossible in your head. No-one takes intrest in you for this long.

Yet these fantasy people did. And it was weird. Like they had it all planned out.

Wich they did, but you didn't know of the plan. Wich Rimuru vowed to keep that way. He knew of the dangers of the world, and you weren't ready.

Better off with him and his friends.

You get snapped out of your toughts by the door of your house opening, speak of the devil. Rimuru. In his human form, today.

"Y/N! I see you've changed your mind yes?" He smiles at you, the... well... you still didn't figure out his gender... but since he said he used to be a man.. in his past life.. you just rolled with that because They/them takes longer to write.

"No, I'm just.... being blocked, at the moment." You speak from between Benimaru's arms as he doens't plan to let go any time soon.

"Well thats a shame. Don't you like it here?" Rimuru asks with a pout. Golden eyes looking straight at you.

"I do, i just want to see more." You asnwer what you always do. But ofcourse he just shakes his head.

"You're not going to." Rimuru answers back, a dark tone to his voice for the first time since you met him.

You try to protest but Benimaru clasps a hand over your mouth to stop it.

You lick his hand but he doesnt relent. Rimuru chuckles at your annoyed expression.

"Don't try. Y/N, if you don't stay willingly... You'd make a lot of my friends sad." Rimuru speaks in a belitteling tone. walking up to you and petting your head dismissivly.

You let out muffled sounds of protests, squirming against Benimarus limbs as hes holding you down.

"Fine then, we'll lock your house down from now on. Is this what you wanted?" Rimuru snarkily tilted his head. You didn't recognise him like this. He's always been so friendly. But now, with those scary dulled eyes on the cutesy face... he's just offputting.

You made your protests known by a harsh glare. But he just smiled. You were really getting pissed off! You were an adult for god sake! No matter these cat features! This was dehumanizing!

Rimuru left, taking Benimaru with him. You heard the lock click into place. The windows had never been able to open... so..

But what they didn't know, was that you were a great lockpicker. Being bored in middle school was bound to pay off at some point!

So when it got dark out, and all these annoyances went to bed. You took that little metal hairclip and got to work. These fantasy people didn't know how to make complicated locks. So it wasn't that hard.

And bam, door open, Y/N free!

So you just sneak out of your house, taking some food with you, along with the non cutesy clothes they've provided you with.

Atleast being half cat gave you great stealth. No-one would hear you.

So you left Rimuru city. Into Jura forest and just... Wherever you wanted to go.

Ofcourse, you had been thankfull for their hospitality for a while, You mean, modern soceity would have let you rot on the streets. But still, locking someone in a house? Crazy.

The leaves crunched under your feet and you were getting paranoid that you'd leave a trail for them to find.

You sped up your pace, hoping to find somewhere else to hide. A cave maybe? A difrent city?

But no, you ended up meeting monsters. Lots of them. They chased you down, tired you out. You felt like real prey for once.

You hid in a tree and stared at these savage beasts as they kept patrolling under the tree. You couldn't get out. Trapped once again. But not as comfrotable.

But not for long. As morning broke out, the warm rays hitting your cold face after a night out in the tree, you heard sniffing.

And it wasn't from the monsters.

Before you knew it, they were all torn to shred by Ranga, Rimuru's wolf compagnion. Shit! He tracked you down!

Rimuru was on his back, in slime form. He devoured the tree you were in and turned human just to catch you in a ridiculously tight grip.

He seemed mad, stressed. Not a word was exchanged as he set you on Ranga and rode back to the city. Harsh grip around your waist.

"Y/N. You. Don't. Get. To. Leave." Rimuru whispered to you as you arrived back at the village.

You expected him to throw you back into your house but he too kyou to his living quarters instead. 

Tugging you along to one of the many rooms. Opening a wooden door, the overpowered slime set you on the soft bed and clicked some magic restraints to your wrists.

"This is your own fault. Ok?" Rimuru spoke darkly.

"You'll marry Shuna and Souei. You'll stay put and let us ake care of you. You hear me? This world is dangerous, and you weren't granted powers like I was." Rimuru explains with a serious face. He wanted you to marry two kijins!? Two?! Whatn to tie you to this place?

"I'm not getting married-" You started but he shut your mouth.

"You are. They keep whining about it and why not? You deserve some love, don't you think so?" He grins. You were genuinly scared of the slime at this point. This sounded way too creepy.

"You wouldn't want Gabiru to miss his best friend, would you? Or Benimaru to miss his adorable little sibling? Don't you get how dear yo uare to everyone?" Rimuru carresses you cheek softly. What kind of manipulation is this bitch pulling on you?

But you were afraid of talking back. This boy could pulvorize you ten times over.

So you reluctantly nod. Maybe... Maybe you could get used to living here? Its not like they hurt you...

Rimuru immeadiatly turned bubbly and cute again as you nod. Smiling brightly and patting your head before he leaves again.

The door clicks to a locked state and you slowly pann your gaze over to your cuffed wrists. They glow in the sunlight coming from the thick looking window.

'What the hell just happned?' You deadpann at the floor, needing a moment to register what just got decided for you.

You'd be stuck with these crazy sicko's forever!

A nightmare, really, being taken care off and loved. ew, who would like that-

Wait a minute.

Now hold up.

Well it may have been nice if you liked being stuck in a room. But nu uh. You were an adventurous cat!

The universe granted you a second life and you weren't going to waste it in the position of a docile house husband/wife!

But... You never got your adventure. Married off to two Kijin. 

Intertwined with all these people you had grown to know.

If only they had liked you... a normal amount.

Then you could have lived a seconds life.

This could barely be called that.

This was.... The life of a doll. It had to be. Put on display and loved by all, owned by all.

Thats what you'd always be.

A cute cat, to be cuddled and coddled.

Nothing else...

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I think I went braindead while writing this twice.

Sorry for the late-ness! School has been killing me, last year isn't a damm joke.

I hope this was readable!

Have a nice day/night!

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#yandere #soft yandere #tw yandere #yandere x reader #that time i got reincarnated as a slime #yandere that time i got reincarnated as a slime #yandere oneshot

[i-cant-sing]

Dad Toji:

True, it's just toddler you and him enjoying a pizza on your couch while watching yet another Disney movie as you tell him about how you broke one urn after the other at the Zenin house because you thought they were cookie jars until one of the servants shrieked and started crying as they begged you to go to your room.

Toji nodded, before giving you another slice of pizza. "That's good. And then Naoya dropped you off here?"

You shook your head. "No. I was gonna go to sleep but then Uncle Naoya's mom showed me pictures of you and I missed you so I walked here!" You said before taking a bite of your pizza, swinging your legs back and forth off the couch.

Toji internally awed at your little confession until-

"Wait. Y/n- you walked here? WALKED?" He asked concerned. Toji is shocked because his house isnt anywhere near the Zenin house. His house is in the center of the city, while Naoya lives in the mountains away from all the noise. So you walked for miles, trekked down those high hills all alone?! "You didn't inform anyone you were coming here?"

You slurped your soda from the hello kitty cup. "Nope! Missed you too much. And if I did, stupid uncle Naoya would've been all "NOOOO! You're too poor and dumb to understand how you need to live with me than Toji! He doesn't love you! He abandoned you! I'm your fathe- GUARDIAN! I know what's best for you! Stop trying to walk away-" He whines a lot."

"Well, I'm glad youre here. But maybe next time, itd be better if you could call me? Id come pick you up myself." Toji chuckled before ruffling your hair and you gave him a toothy grin.

"You're so cute. I love you, Y/n."

Yur eyes gleamed. "I love you too, dad!"

The sweet moment was interrupted by loud banging on the door.

"Y/N! OPEN THE DOOR! I KNOW YOURE IN THERE, YOU LITTLE BRAT!" Naoya yelled from outside.

You pouted but before you could go, Toji pulled you back and gave you his ipad and some hello kitty headphones. "I'll ask Naoya to let you stay the night, okay? You wear these and enjoy some music." Your face brightened as you began searching YouTube, Toji glad that he put it on kids mode so that you wouldn't ble to see his history of purchases on the black market.

As Naoya began banging his fists against the door like a mad man, Toji suddenly opened it and stepped out, closing the door behind him as Naoya gulped at the huge man who narrowed his eyes at him.

"T-Toji-"

"Naoya, what's this I'm hearing about you telling Y/n that I dont loved her? That i abandoned her? Because if memory serves me right, I remember you breaking into my house, killing her nanny and kidnapping my daughter while I was away." Toji grabbed him by the collar and pulled him close. "You begged me to let her stay with you, didn't you? And I told you that she can stay with you as long as you keep her safe and I get to meet her whenever I want. And so far, you've failed at both. She left the house, walked for miles here, all alone and god knows what could've happened to her. And then she tells me that you've been stopping her from meeting me? Hm? Do you want a fucking beating, Naoya?"

Baby shark blasted loud enough through your headphones for you to hear Naoya's shrill screams as Toji chased him with new cursed weapons he bought online that he'd wanted to test.

What better time than now?

#yandere toji fushiguro #yandere toji #yandere naoya zenin #yandere naoya #yandere jjk #yandere jujutsu kaisen #yandere platonic #platonic yanderes #platonic yandere

[mymainwastoocluttered]

Homewrecker, husband-stealer villainess!

Idia is not going anywhere, you hear me?! You might be happy being the other woman, but I'm not happy with the pair of horns!

NOTE: I only write for female Reader, but everyone is welcome to read!

Inspired by @adrianasunderworld in this funny as hell post.

THIS HAS A SEQUEL! What if we fake married for real? (⁠ʃ⁠ƪ⁠＾⁠3⁠＾) ~★

"To give someone a pair of horns" is to cheat on them. Also, Rook gets involved because he'd absolutely adore to be part of the drama.

— (⁠╬⁠☉⁠д⁠⊙⁠)⁠⊰⁠⊹ฺ

Idia knows he's not frozen like the others, but honestly, he feels like it. He feels like even his lungs, even his heart has stopped. All because of this cute-faced npc who forced her way into a romance route with him. If he could think about it, he'd think about that horror game with the same story, but right now his mind is blank.

He has reached the point of no return. Actually dying would just reinforce his fate.

Or, at least, is what he thought. Almost as if answering to his thoughts, there's a loud noise coming from the other side of the doors, followed by footsteps.

Then the doors are thrown open by none other than (Y/N), the Ramshackle Housewarden that the school affectionately tends to call "Prefect".

She's dressed to the nines in a breathtaking wedding gown, the skirt pooling around her like God-Tier CGI, the blue accents contrasting beautifully with the pearly white of the dress, the blue roses decorating her head in a crown making her look like Persephone herself. She'd look perfect, if it weren't for the tear streaks her make-up left behind.

Wait. Tear streaks?

The silence breaks with the Prefects loud, shrill screech, a sound no one has ever thought she, the usually soft spoken and gentle Prefect, would be capable of.

"HOMEWRECKER!"

Without stopping to breath, she walks forwards, looking angrier and angrier each step taken.

"How dare you, you conniving bitch?! How dare you steal my groom! ON OUR WEDDING DAY?!" she screams at Eliza, stopping in the middle of the way to point at... at Idia himself?! "And you! You good-for-nothing two-timer! How dare you leave me waiting at the altar?!"

"Young man, I am terribly disappointed!" Professor Crewel chides from behind her, and Idia finally notices the group that actually came in with her. "I did not give you permission to marry my daughter, my first and only daughter, for you to break her heart on her happiest day!"

"Big brother! How could you! Think of your child!" Ortho chimes in, and if Idia hadn't built tear tracks on the boy himself, he would believe firmly in his tears. "Little Meg would be so sad if her daddy just left for another woman!"

"Idia, what is the meaning of this?!" it's Eliza's turn to screech, turning to him with fury in her eyes. Idia stutters a few random letters, trying to form words, just as confused as she is.

Until it clicks.

Right. Fake relationship. How could he forget one of the most cliche tropes in romance's history?

"I... I... t-this isn't what it looks like!" he finally manages to say, trying to look as desperate as he can, which is not hard considering what his fate is in case this plan fails. "I can explain!"

"Is it because of my past with Rook?! "

"Young man, you're still hung up on that, despite being the only man I've ever approved for my daughter?"

"What?!" someone yells in the crowd, but the man in question promptly enters the play as if he was born for this moment alone.

"Monsieur, I have told you this already, but I shall say it again! My dear dove's happiness is the most important to me! If she has chosen you, then my heart shall settle!" What the fuck, why is Rook so good at improv?

"I-I know!" calm down, Idia, think of this as a rhythm game and keep the beat going! "I don't... I don't want this, but this villainess wouldn't listen!"

"Wait, so this woman is telling the truth?!"

"This woman?! THIS WOMAN?! You mean his true bride?!" (Y/N) steps closer, fat crocodile tears rolling down her cheeks, smudging her make-up even more. "You- you- you husband-stealer! Know your place! You come into my house, you steal my groom and the father of my daughter-"

"I see no child-"

"Do you think I'd bring my child to see my husband's mistress?!"

"Big sister, calm down, think of the baby! Your stress levels are dangerously high!"

"WHAT BABY?!"

"Monsieur Shroud, if you do not fix this situation, I shall be taking my belle back! Do not worry, the children will not grow without a father!"

#twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twst imagines #twst x reader #x fem reader #twst ghost bride #twst ghost marriage #idia shroud #rook hunt #ortho shroud #divus crewel #idia shroud x reader

[chronicowboy]

i (for)get you | 6.7k

It begins as any tragedy does—with Chimney's wolf whistle.

The sound of it is shrill and sharp as it cuts through the fatigued silence of the locker room, drowning out the rustle of fabric as they all change out of their uniforms. Buck winces at the noise, the headache that had been building behind his eyes since hour seventeen of their non-stop twenty-four shift—which had turned into twenty-six with a pretty intense pile-up pulling them into overtime—throbbing in his temples.

"Eddie Diaz, you dog," Chimney drawls, crossing the few lockers to clap Eddie's bare shoulder.

"Fuck." Eddie sighs and drops his head.

"What's happening?" Hen mumbles, startled half-awake from where she'd been half-asleep on the bench trying to tie her shoes.

"Diaz has been holding out on us." Chimney turns to her with a shit-eating grin, and Buck's too exhausted to even begin to understand what's happening—it definitely doesn't have anything to do with the fact that Eddie's shirtless back is in front of him, muscles flexing as he quickly and carelessly pulls a t-shirt on. Eddie spins around once it's on, shooting a panicked look at Buck, but his brain is moving too slow to figure out what Eddie needs saving from. "He has a hickey," Chimney announces to the locker room.

Buck's stomach rolls with nausea—because of the headache, not the green-eyed monster tap dancing in his skull.

"What?" Hen blurts out, suddenly wide awake. "A hickey?"

"No," Eddie says firmly, not looking at Buck at all now. "A rash."

"On your pec?" Chimney asks deadpan. "In the shape of a mouth?"

"On your pec?" Hen cackles. "Oh, my God. Didn't think you had it in you, Diaz!"

"So..." Chim raises an eyebrow as he leans against the lockers. "Who's the lucky lady that mauled you like a bear?"

"And why haven't we heard about her sooner?" Hen tacks on seriously, eyebrows furrowed in her maternal expression of disappointment that no one ever wants to be on the wrong end of. Buck might have pitied his best friend if he wasn't too busy trying not to throw up at the mental image of Eddie being bitten by some beautiful, perfect woman Buck could never hope to live up to—it's easier to focus on than the sensation of the jagged shards of his broken heart falling into his stomach.

"Guys, it's not a big deal," Eddie tries to deflect.

"Eddie," Hen says softly. "We know how you approach relationships. If she's giving you hickeys, it's serious."

"That's not—"

"We're happy for you, bud." Chimney slaps his back again. "And we get it if you aren't ready to tell us yet, but you know we'd only ever be happy for you. Right, Buck?" He flinches at his name, Chimney's voice just loud enough to agitate the ache at the base of his skull. But then Eddie is looking at him with something amused sparkling in his eyes, and the combination of exhaustion and pain only makes him frown back.

"Why didn't you tell me?" he asks quietly. Eddie's expression falters for a moment before smoothing back into that subtly amused look that makes Buck want to scratch his skin off. "Eddie, you're not a casual sex guy. You must have been dating her for a couple of months at least, if you're at this stage. Why wouldn't you tell me that?" The hurt creeps further into Buck's voice with every word, a profound and despairing hopelessness flooding like lead through his veins. 

Eddie tilts his head then, any trace of humour wiped from his face as it sharpens with a piercing worry that only makes Buck's head hurt worse. He steps into Buck's space without a moment of hesitation, digging his penlight out of the workpants he's yet to change out of, and grabs Buck's chin so gently Buck's breath hitches with it. Eddie shines the light into his eyes, and Buck flinches away from the new wave of pain that lances through his temples.

"Shit," Eddie curses under his breath. "Buck," he murmurs so damn softly, "what day is it?"

(OR: buck hits his head, forgets the past month and suddenly eddie has a secret girlfriend... right?)

@danielsousa @binickmiller @diazass @shitouttabuck @butchdiaz @buddstiel @organizedstardust @theoneandonlypigeon @anatargmova @alyxmastershipper @buckley-diaz-rules @blazeturbo102 @panbuckley @slowlyfoggydestiny @thatnamewill-probably-change @compactdiscmp3 @batgrldes @scattered-winter @prince-buck-diaz @mysteriouslyyounggalaxy

#sami rambles #this is so much better in my head #well the second half #i love the first half #especially buck and chris but. #the rest is mehhh #911 fic #911 fanfic #buddie fic #buddie fanfic #buck x eddie fic

[shinsouscatpisssmell]

Rehab

Paring:toxic!Eren x black!reader

Warnings: toxic relationships, miscarriages, usage of the n-word like once ,mmm that’s about it

An// this is a reupload! 🫡 I have to find links for the collab again 😭

Glass littered over the ground along with lamps and furniture like a robber ran amuck through the tiny apartment. Only the culprit still there cradling her belly while in the fetal position. Eyes sore and swollen nearly shut from tears.

Soft but powerful knocks litter on the door even though it was left wide open, "y/n? Sweetheart, are u okay? I heard some yelling and loud noises earlier and just wanted to check on ya' baby." the feeble voice of the granny living next door calls out. You could hear her carefully walk through the dirtied room and let out a worried gasp upon seeing your figure, "dear god child. Get up,get up! That's dangerous to be lying on the ground when it's like this. You Could cut yourself." putting a hand on your back and slowly making you sit up right before you let out a voice of crying pain and falling again onto the ground.

The older woman looks in worried at your hunched form before feeling a substance on her hand," y/n hats wrong,honey? Do you have something on you?" she shuffles over to the light switch flipping it on seeing red on her hand making her jump back as it painted her skin before letting put a shrill scream as you're bloodied. Not wasting a second she helps you up making you put most of your weight onto her.

"I got you,hon. I'm old but I be hitting the gym 5 times a week so relax." she walks you all the way down to the car. Assisting you in the passenger side and buckling before rushing to start the car, " do you need me to call your boyfriend? Uh what's his name? Ethan? Evan?" she snaps her fingers," even, right?" 

You shake your head with the little focus you had left and your raspy voice speaks the first words spoken from you," no." she huffs and gives a quick nod of understanding before pulling out of the lot. The drive is silent only the radio tuning in and out of songs. Your ears catch the smooth voice of Rihanna start to play. Putting your head to glass and let her words speak to you allowing memories to flow through of the events that have and still are occurring.

"When we first met, I never felt something so strong."

Carry all those books in a crowded area.you were just asking to be knocked down by the ongoing human traffic. Arm's aching from the weight of 3 textbooks and your mind loading up with foul language towards the teachers and at your back for being so tiny.

Sucking your teeth in annoyance and the wall of people in your away completely ignoring your loud ,"excuse me"s. Arms almost giving up you made the decision to push your way through the crowd only to get pushed forward. Books getting scattered on the floor and as you cling to the back of a ransom's shirt as to not meet he same fate. 

"Hey ,man. The fuck you think you're doing?" The man's voice was full of hostility and you can't blame him as you would be too had the situations been reverse.

Letting go of the stranger's clothes you quickly try to find some excuse, "I'm so sorry I didn't mean to do that. But it was my only life saver to not fall flat on my face." 

You hear the stranger let out a small 'tch' before turning around and ready to give you a piece of his mind but words fell short when his jade eyes met yours. Time seemed to have slowed around the two of you as you didn't say a word. Being the first to shake out of the trance you begin to collect the pricey books off the floor.

"Again I'm so sorry. I'm really not trying to be rude but people just wouldn't move and I somehow ended up getting pushed."

"Hey, it's all good! No need to worry. I know how crowded in here it can get," he picks up the last one of your books off the ground

"Eren! Hurry your ass up or you're getting left!" You see the man ,who you guess was the 'eren' in question , frown at the group of people calling out to him ," they can't wait 5 fucking minutes? God damn. He rolls his eyes before turning back to you," but uh I'm eren.sorry for me being brash back there."

You let out a small bit of laughter before accepting the book from his grasp, " I'm y/n, a junior."

"Same here. What's your maj-"

"Yeager! We don't have time for you to try and get your dick wet! Hurry the fuck up."

Your Brow raised at the man of the hour and his face turns red, "I swear I would never- No i mean..I would with you just not right now?" he coughs regaining his cool," what I mean is would you like to go hang out sometime? Coffee or at the movies?"

"Nice save, Casanova." You chuckle, "I would love to. Maybe one weekend since I'm going to be swamped out the ass with assignments during the week."

"How about this weekend? Coffee on me at Paradis around noon?"

"mmm i would have to check my schedule but let me get back to you." you take the book from his hold, " but I can tell you're friends are about to leave you." You let out a small cackle at him whiping his head around at his friends who are starting to leave the hall.

"Fuck," he turns to you, " see you around?" Given a quick reassurance to him before he rushes off pushing people out the way to get to his group.

"Cute." Smiling to yourself while walking the other direction not really expecting anything other than a few HIs and hellos in the hallways

"You were like my lover and my best friend. All wrapped up into one with a ribbon it"

Even though no numbers or contact information, eren made a way to find you again like he had said. It took about two weeks to get to the coffee he promised and it went off without a hitch. Almost getting kicked out because he made you laugh your iced coffee out your nose. It was one outing you thought would only happen once since Eren was a well known player but date that led to two and then to three and so forth until he asked you to be official on your sixth date.

He made your heart flutter when he took your hands in his and stared at you with those jade eyes of his.

"You're the only one for me,y/n. My true love." He said it with such sincerity leading you in and sealing your fate with his sweeten words.

"And all of a sudden,you went and left. I didn't know how to follow."

The fairytale relationship you were living in slowly became your nightmare with his jealousy and overthinking.

"I don't see why you even need to go help him study. All he's trying to do is get in your pants." Eren is laying upside down on your bed while watching you put on your last earring and putting your box braids into two pigtails, " and why are you even getting dressed up? You're trying to look good for him now?"

You suck your teeth at him before turning around, "eren,I'm getting tired of you accusing me of shit. You're starting to push my buttons. This is like the fifth time you tried to hint at something going on and I'm fucking tired," putting on the finishing touching you cap your lipgloss back, "with all these accusations maybe you're the one cheating on me."

You could see him get up and sit on your bed the air turning serious and tense, "and what's that supposed to mean? You think I'm cheating?"

You fold your arms and silence falls upon the both of you almost like two cowboys getting ready for showdown, "so what if I am,huh? You can accuse me but the moment I do it to you I'm the problem?" His phone vibrates and you both glance at it. You squint your eyes on the contact name making out of " frani", a girl that eren told you that he had cut off after you two started dating.

"It's not what you think, y/n-"

"So you are cheating on me. With the same bitch you told me who used to be your sex friend. What happened to you cut her off? 'I'll never need another woman, you're my one and only?' You're such a fucking hypocrite." Mocking his voice  watching him get angry at reciting his heartfelt words with such spite.

"Oh,I'm a hypocrite? You're the one getting all dressed up like a whore to go meet some guy who wants to get in your pants. I told you I cut her off and I did so don't come at me sideways."

"I could say the same to you! So you can talk to me like this but I can't when it comes to when you can't keep your dick in your pants?"

now I'm eachother faces and the argument getting heated.

"You know what? Fuck this. I don't gotta deal with this bullshit, he grabs his jacket from the floor where he had dropped it storming his way to the front, " you go enjoy your study session and I'll go have one of my own." He slammed your front door leaving you with tears of frustration as you push your face deep into a pillow and scream. The only thing bringing you out of it was the rumbling of the floor making you discover he dropped his phone and seeing the same name four times in a row made you curious on how much she had to say to him. You had known the passcode to his phone since you both had exchanged it two months back and after reading through the messages you wish you guys hadn't. Screenshotting and sending them to you for evidence.

Frani😈❤️

x/x/x

Bby~ are you really going to

leave me alone?

Eren

Leave me alone. I told you were done

I'm seeing y/n

Frani 😈❤️

That slut? I'm bet I'm so much better

I know how to please you bby

So why don't you come over

and have fun🥺

Eren

Hope u know my phone is going on silence cause a dumb bitch keeps txting me while I'm with my bby🤭

😍 go hump a couch cushion.😚

x/x/x

Frani😈❤️

This your girl?

*photo attachment*

It was a photo of you waiting outside the college gates.

Eren

And? She told me she was going to study .

🤨 you a stalker now?

Frani😈❤️

It doesn't look like studying to me

More like a date tbh 😗But that's just me 😋

*photo attachment*

Eren

Is that a dude?

Frani😈❤️

Mhmm😗

And I heard some pretty interesting things about these two😋

Eren

Like what?

Frani😈❤️

Nu uh you have to come here!

You know the address handsome 😘

Eren

...See you in 5

X/x/x

Frani😈❤️

I knew you missed me bby

We should do it again 🤭

Eren

I'm pretty sure y/n is having another study on Thursday

Same time?

Frani😈❤️

Ofc bby I'll wear the pretty panties u like

The picture shows you and a boy from your lab class walking to the Starbucks near campus. He was your partner since the beginning of the year so you both had made plans to go study together for the test the next week. You had texted eren earlier that you were going out and wouldn't meet him til late but he had cancel last minute.

You don't know when it started but tears dropped down to the screen making the light blurry before you had to close it. You wiped your eyes as anger takes over only seeing red.

Gathering all his stuff before throwing it out your apartment door.

"it's like a shock spun me around and my heart left. I feel so empty and hollow."

He banged on the door when he came back telling you to open it. You ignored him putting in your AirPods to drown him out before he begins spam text you.

Dirty ass dick bag 8=D

Baby... Are you really not opening the door?

All over a stupid argument ?

Don't I mean more to you?

You

Stop fuking texting me b4 I block u

Its eren I will push you off that ledge right now

So out of respect give me my space and go back to your whore.

Dirty ass dick bag 8=D

What whore?

You

*4 photo attachment*

U forgot already? Or did the find out a new std that gives u memory loss?

It's been 20 minutes since u sent those the text bubbles come and go.You hear a loud fuck outside the door before your phone started to ring. It went to voicemail at least 3 times before  you finally picked it up.

"Are you really not going to open the door?" His voice sounded defeated.

"Why'd you do it eren? Do you know how much I want to wring your neck right now?" Your confidence wavering at the sound of his voice, "was I not enough,huh? SAY SOMETHING!" You yell over the mic.

"You are enough,y/n. You're all I need, I promise baby." He reassured you making you more pissed off .

"Then what you can trust some whore over me? You don't trust me enough when I say I'm not cheating? Have I done it before? Flirted,kiss, or even lead someone on?"

"No,princess.it's not you I don't trust. It's the guys I don't trust. You're so pretty and nice willing to help anyone you can and I'm a shitty douchebag who only ruins the one good thing happening to him. I shouldn't have believed he words. I'm sorry, baby. I'm sorry." You could hear him get quiet over the phone. He didn't know you where stalking closer to the door and could hear him crying.

You open the door and threw your arms around him, " don't cry,eren.I forgive you,baby." He drops his head on your shoulder giving it small kisses.

"I promise I won't ever hurt you again ok baby? " his words comforted you and you believed them to be true.

"You don't even recognize the ways you hurt me,do you? It's gonna take a miracle bring me back."

You dated on and off for two years. It was like you were stuck in a loop while you were dating until the day he got on one knee and asked you to be his wife. Even though you were basking in your love for another your instincts were telling you your honeymoon phase would end soon because that's just how the cycle went. You were coming home from your job at the hospital. You had moved with eren a year back to a bigger apartment that could accommodate to the two of you. It was in a pretty nice neighborhood and neighbors not to nosy and more so on the friendly side.

"Hi, (y/n). I thought you had the day off today?" It was mrs.Johnson an old lady who lived beside you who gave you food from time to time. She gossips to you about all the latest news between the residents as she knows everything because she owns the buildings and you're grateful for the closeness in case you're short on rent one month.

"No ma'am I've been at work since 6 am this morning. I just want to go shower and heat up that food you brought yesterday." you fished for your keys before putting in the door knob.

"oh I thought heard you and eren earlier. Hah to be young and in love. Maybe I should get back into the dating scene." She gushes put seats at the idea making you leave.

Over the chuckles you look at her confused, "Mrs.Johnson...what do you mean you heard me and him earlier?"

"And you're the one to blame and now I feel like"

Kicking your off the shoes at the front door and slowly shutting the front door. Eyes scanning through the poorly dim living room catching clothes and shoes that belong to eren and some heels and a dress that surely wasn't yours. It said everything you needed to know as you stalk to your bedroom after hearing some laughter making sure your footsteps were light like you were on air.

The bedroom door was already wide open so you could gaze upon eren in his nakedness and girl you didn't even know the name of in your bed while pressing her breast against wren's chest.

"You cheating nigga." You're body got hot as the girl screamed and covered herself in the covers you and eren had picked out when you went looking for furniture.

"Who the fuck are you?" The girl had the audacity to ask like you were the one who interrupted and barged into their home.

"No, who the fuck are you? Last time I checked your name isn't on the fucking lease mine is? You nasty slut."

"Y/n, come on it isn't-" you interrupted eren not cutting eye contact with the girl putting your pointer finger to silence him

"You don't even fucking talk to me you cheating fucking liar," you look at him and start swinging your purse,"So all those times you cheated on me before weren't enough, huh?Why even ask me to marry you, you fucking dick!" You don't stop hitting him while the some of the content of your purse slosh out the sides, "I.hate.you. So. Fucking much. I hate you. I hate you. I loathe you." You don't stop until his chest is red.

Letting him be the object to take all your pain and anger on before you got pushed to side by the mystery woman of the hour.

"You can't just go around hitting him." she's covering her nude body with the sheets.

"Historia, what the fuck. Don't push her, are you fucking crazy?" Eren helps you up holding you back before you could bounce her and get your lick back, "just leave , fuck."

"Are you serious,eren? I thought we were having something special?"historia said baffled before you throw a pillow at her pushing her back.

"Dead serious now leave my fucking house,bitch." You told her before he even could.

Watching her stomp and grab her clothing aggressively off the ground before storming out and slamming the door as hard as she could.

It indicated that it was time to turn back to the person who was the main culprit pushing him away from you, " don't fucking touch me, eren! I want your ass out . Get your shit and leave!"

"Y/n, hold on to that, your foot is looking swollen and we should take you to the hospital to check that out, baby." He tries to hold you again but you move out the way of it.

"Don't call me baby, don't fucking touch me," you get up and try to stand on two feet but a shock of pain shoots up your left leg making you crumble in a small howl, "god dammit," you started crying not sure from the pain or the situation maybe even possibly both.

Eren finally comes over and starts to cradle you in his arms giving you reassuring hushes, " I told you, y/n. It looks like it could be broken but I'm not sure." He picks you up and holds onto you the best he could not letting you out pressure on it.

"I hate you eren. I hate you so much." You repeatedly say to him crying.

"I know baby just stay with me."

"Oh you're the reason why I'm thinkin', I don't wanna smoke on these cigarettes no more."

You're laying in bed with a cast on your leg for the next month and half because you landed wrong on your foot when you were pushed. As if you needed anymore reminders of Eren's infidelity. It mocks you everytime you look at it as you rage inside. There's a knock on your bedroom door.

"Baby, I brought you some food." It was eren. He insisted that he stay and take care of you because it was his fault. The doctor suggested you not be alone during this period so you could stay off of it. You agreed nonetheless the only condition that you stated was that he sleep on the couch and your door remain shut.

"Don't call me that eren." You turn the channel to something more interesting, "you can just leave the food on the bed. I'll eat it later." Not giving him a glance. Waiting to hear the door shut.

"Come on y/n it's been 4 weeks. When are you going to talk to me." He stands in front of the tv and you scoff.

"Maybe when you can turn back time and not sticking your dick in some rando and me having to walk in on it or better yet when you erase my memories of all the times you betrayed my trust and I went against all my instincts to give my heart to you again. But wait we can't do that now can we?," pointing to the cast on your foot in a dramatic way, " but here I am stuck with this fucking cast on my foot reminding me of the day over and over again of your fucking mistress pushing me after catching you to fucking in OUR bed. So when you can do all that, super man. I'll talk, k?" You huff out a breathe before turning your show louder to not hear him talk.

"Y/-"

"LA LA LA, I CANT HEAR YOU."

"Can you please stop being so chil-"

You turn it to the highest volume to drown him out before he grunts in anger and unplugs the tv.

"Hey! I was watching that. It's the only thing out of the two of you that won't cheat one me."

"Y/n! Just listen, please. I'm begging." He sits on the corner of the bed where his side used to be before putting his face in his hands sighing. You want to say more but you decide against it.

"I'm sorry, babe. I'm so sorry. She was a drunken mistake at first back when you first started working late at the hospital and we weren't really talking...I let it get out of hand." He said not facing you anymore feeling you stare his back down as you calculated it.

"So three fucking months after we got married? You couldn't stand being tied down for that long in the some cooch so you had to go find someone else? Why eren? Why? Am I boring? Am I ugly? Why am I not enough for you!? You asked me to marry you. I didn't force you. Not in this relationship. Not to be with me. Never. So what's fucking wrong with me that you seek the warmth of other woman." You pound on him with a pillow you could grab

"I don't know. I honestly don't. I-...I just get scared that what we have is to good. I want to mess it up to give you an excuse to leave me before you just leave out of nowhere." He drawls out a longer sigh than the first before he starts to wipe his face with his shirt.

"I wouldn't just up and leave you, eren. I love you with so much of my being and that's why every time I take you back and you do this shit again. I'm the big dummy! Not you everytime."

"I know, I know and I'm sorry I won't do this again, I promise baby. Just give me one last chance." He faces you with redden eyes from rubbing them with the rough fabric of his shirt.

"..,"you inhale some air and breathe out taking a few minutes to gather your words and clear your consciousness ,"I'm going to regret his Give me sometime eren, deal?"

"Ok baby." He gives you a singular kiss on the forehead before plugging back in your tv.

"Damn,ain't crazy when you're love swept? You'd do anything for the one you love."

It's been 3 weeks since the cast came off and to lsay eren was less than perfect was an understatement. Even after you were able to walk around he didn't let you lift a finger taking over all the chores and cooking.

You had just came home while seeing him whisper on the phone once he heard the door but you could see the vein on his forward throb.

You sneak up behind him and snake your arms around his waist while giving him a small kiss on his back, "hey babe."

"Don't call her again, I said you got the wrong number." He hung up the house phone before turning around to give you a kiss, "how was work?"

"It was pretty good just boring stuff today! Nothing to dish." You bend over the counter letting the new chain he got you in his name for your anniversary while he opens up take-out food containers," who was that on the phone anyway,E?"

"Nobody important. Just a telemarketer trying to sell us a new condo." He holds up one of the food," you want some of this?" He ask before putting it on your plate and you shake your head in disgust making him laugh.

"I'm glad we could work this out eren, I love you." You cuddle him on the couch as he swallows his bite of food before putting his arm around your shoulders, "I love you too."

"Cause anytime that you needed me I'd be there It's like you were my favorite drug,The only problem is that you was using me.In a different way than I was using you,but now that I know it's not meant to be I gotta go, I gotta wean myself off of you"

It was late at night while you couldn't go to sleep feeling sick for the past three weeks and when you heard the phone ringing off the hook .after the first time you got any sleep you were seething after the seventh time of it ringing, you got out the bed and snatch the phone up whispering harshly into it, "hello, who is this?" You were accompanied by nothing but static making you irritated before repeating yourself again.

"Eren...I-I'm two months pregnant,please.I cant do this without you, baby." It was Historia crying over the phone and talking but you couldn't hear any of it drooping the phone after the words pregnant left her mouth.

You stalked your way to the bedroom and woke eren up.

"Y/n? What's up baby?" He said groggily rubbing the sleep and his brown hair away His eyes.

"You lied to me again... you knew that she was pregnant! She was on the phone that day." You rip the covers from his body, " get out ,eren."

He perks up with swiftness, " let's talk about this."

"No.get the fuck out, we're done. GO meet your baby mama." You walk away forcing your anger on the objects around you. Throwing a lamp at the wall and screaming out with rage. Stripping the new sheets and covers from

The bed throwing them at him so push him towards the door, " get out now! You push him out the bedroom door by throwing things, " you lie and lie and lie. And I believe you every fucking time. I should have listened to my mother. Get the fuck out of my apartment, leave!"

Throwing the couch cushions at him to push him near the door ignoring his protests.

"This is why I didn't tell you. You would go fucking crazy like this , y/n! You never wanna talk to me about anything. It's always my fault." 

"Because it fucking is eren! I'm at fault for taking your stupid ass fake tears as something meaningful like you meant your words."

"SEE, I knew you wouldn't drop the old shit. I knew you still held that shut against me. Have I not proved enough by taking care of you all this time and not going out. Not hanging with my friends just being there for you?"

"DO YOU  NOT HEAR YOURSELF! you sound like a total jack ass right now. I never asked you to stop hanging out with your friends. When we got married we promised to take care of each other so you doing these petty ass chores and cooking for a month after I did it for you more than you did it for me! "

"God fucking dammit," he pounds his fist against the wall, " I'm done. I'll be back later." He slams the door open not bothering to shut it .

"NO, WE'RE DONE EREN. D-O-N-E." You yell from your spot. Gripping at your hair like your going crazy and screaming,yelling, and crying at different points in between tearing pictures off the wall and smashing them on the floor.flipping over chairs before falling on your knees crying hysterically into the ground.

There's a sharp pain in your stomach when you go down making your rub your stomach to try and soothe it thinking you got a tiny scrap or something and not caring to check at the moment to swamped in your thoughts. Soon blacking out from blood lost.

“Next time you wanna go on and leave,I should just let you go on and do it 'Cause now I'm using like I bleed”

You wake up with Mrs. Johnson rubbing your hand , " are you up now, honey?" Giving you a reassuring smile, "I'll go get the doctor." She pats your hand again twice.

It doesn't take long before they come into the room with your chart. Checking your eyes and mouth while asking questions of do you know where you are and how'd you get there.

"Well mrs. Y/n, I have some good news and I have some bad news." He checks the chart one last time and his smiling turning down for a smidge second, "congratulations are in order on your pregnancy," you stare at him like he was alien, " I take you didn't know?"

"I mean I just thought it was a stomach bug from some bad take out." You said rubbing your belly.

"You seem to be about 4 weeks,however" he pauses and Mrs.Johnson's grips your hand, " you had miscarriage, mrs.Johnson old us when she found you you were passed out so it was probably for a while. Although we tried to saved all 3 only 2 were we able to detect a heartbeat." You looked over at mrs.Johnson as your mouth went dry .

"I'm sorry for your loss ma'am.

"It's like I checked into rehab And baby, you're my disease"

"Baby? Y/n?" You could hear his voice but you don't respond to his call . Crying in silence not wanting him near you.

"There you are! I've been calling your name up and down the hospital. Did you not hear?" He was carrying a bouquet of your favorite flowers."

"I lost one of my babies eren." You're trying not to breakdown while your voice sounds but your voice sounds so defeated.

"What are you talking about? You were never pregnant...right?"

"I gotta check into rehab'Cause baby you're my disease"

You two are cuddling in your hospital bed. Your head is on his chest and your rubbing circles on your belly feeling butterflies flutter.

"I'm going to change baby. I promise. No more secrets." He says grip tightly on shoulder.

"Eren"

"Yeah?"

"I want a divorce."

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[ncityprincess]

hazel’s birthday wish 🍰

dad johnny x female reader

little hazel has decided that she wants a brother or sister for her 2nd birthday. johnny is more than willing to get started on that.

read part one here

MDNI!!

“happy birthday dear hazel, happy birthday to you! make a wish and blow out your candles baby.”

your precious baby girl had just turned two today. everyone always mentioned how difficult the “terrible two’s” would be, but you and johnny were more than ready to go on this journey with her. hazel was your absolute pride and joy. she was so well behaved, extremely curious, and loved spending time with her parents.

“baby!” the toddler shouted after blowing out her candles while clapping her hands.

both you and johnny’s families started laughing, admiring how cute the little girl was.

“baby? what are you talking about silly girl?” johnny asked his daughter as he picked her up and held her in his arms.

“want baby!” the little girl replied while pointing to your stomach.

the three of you had spent the day at the movies. it was a children’s a movie about a little girl getting a new sibling. the mother was visibly pregnant, toting around a giant belly. hazel must have must’ve picked up on it.

“hazie, you’re not supposed to say your wish out loud or it won’t come true”, you say with a smile.

hazel looks at you with a confused look, and shouts the word “BABY!” again with a sweet giggle.

johnny’s mom eagerly takes hazel from his arms and takes her to the dining room table to feed her some of the strawberry birthday cake.

“guess we should get to work on that second baby, huh?” johnny whispers in your ear with a suggestive tone.

“honey! our parents are literally within earshot” you say in a shrill hushed tone.

johnny hugs you from behind, laying his head on your shoulder. you both watch hazel interact with her grandmother. you had to admit, it warmed your heart seeing your daughter be around your family like this. you loved getting to know your daughter and raising her over these past two years. seeing her little personality traits come out. watching johnny transform into the most loving, nurturing father. he was so good with hazel. the two of them were inseparable. you had truly come to love the little family you and your husband were creating.

one more couldn’t hurt

you spent that night, and many more working on growing your perfect little family.

“that’s it mama, take all of me. you’re gonna look so pretty carrying my baby”

johnny thrusted into you with one thing on his mind: knocking you up with his baby. he wanted nothing more than to see your cute swollen belly filled up with the product of your guy’s love. he pushed your legs against your chest and drilled into your body.

you moaned loudly, not thinking about anything else but his delicious dick filling you up to the brim. johnny snaked his hand past your breasts, up your neck and eventually landed on your mouth, covering it.

“shh, wouldn’t want to wake up our daughter now, would you?” johnny cooed.

you shook your head no and tried your hardest to keep your noises down. it’s not like he gave you much of a chance, he was practically fucking you through the mattress. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as you came hard. johnny moved his hand from your mouth once you came down from your high.

“you ready for me, honey?” he asked through gritted teeth.

“yeahhhhh” you whined, wanting him to give you his load. he dropped his head onto your shoulder came with a deep groan in your ear. he continued to thrust into you, making sure he milked out every. last. drop. he stayed still in you for a few moments, too spent to do anything else. eventually he slowly pulled out of you, watching the remaining cum ooze out of you. it almost put him in a trance like state, watching something so dirty. you pulled him in for a passionate kiss, and you both made your way into the shower for round 2…

3 months later

you and johnny had just gotten back from your 8 week appointment. a few weeks ago, you had taken a pregnancy test on a whim. you were feeling slightly off, and hadn’t gotten your period in a while. low and behold, you were pregnant! johnny picked you up and spun you around upon hearing the news. he couldn’t wait to tell all of his friends and family. you both were beyond excited to go through this journey again. this time, with an unexpected twist.

“hey hazie? come here munchkin mama and i want to tell you something” johnny called out to your daughter who was busy watching coco melon on the living room tv.

the pitter patter of the two year old’s footsteps warm your heart. you’re so overwhelmed with excitement.

“yes, daddy?”

johnny picks up the little girl and sets her on the kitchen island.

“well, remember what you asked for on your birthday? when you made a special wish?” you said to her.

she looked confused, certainly not having the memory to remember that far back.

“birthday?” she said in her small, curious voice.

“yes baby” you chuckled and tickled her tummy, making her giggle.

“hazie, you’re gonna be a big sister! mommy has not just one baby in her belly, but two!” johnny said with a big smile.

you rubbed your belly, showing her that her siblings were in there. she held her tiny hand out, reaching for your tummy. she rubbed her hand on your belly softly.

“baby? BABYYYY” she yelled excitedly, kicking her legs all around.

you and johnny laughed, pulling her in for simultaneous kisses on each of her plush cheeks. sure hazel didn’t really understand what was going on, but her excitement of the situation was still there nonetheless. the next few months we’re spent reading her every single big sister book on the planet, specifically ones with twins in them. nine months had passed, and you brought your two sons eli and ryan into the world. your little family of three turned family of five brought both you and johnny infinite happiness.

the end 💋

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[bornonthesavage]

Tell Me "Don't", So I Can Crawl Back In Part 4

Part 3  Part 5 Read on AO3

“No, Scoob, don’t go in there! The abandoned mine shaft is exactly the place a scary monster would be!”

Eddie shouted his warning at the tv, knowing full well they never took his advice. Currently, he was hung upside down on his sofa, waiting to see how long it would take before the blood pounding in his head was enough to make him dizzy. Wayne had asked him, many times, why he didn’t just… not do it. But that had been before he��d learned it was best to just let Eddie do as he wished. Besides, Wayne wasn’t here right now. It was after eight on Wednesday night, which meant he’d already left for his night shift at the plant.

That left Eddie free to be as loud as he liked, and he did like. The only downside to hanging upside down like an oversized bat was the hit his already dreadful coordination took. But hey, he’d like to see anyone try and eat chips like this! As it was, he accidentally spilled half the bag of cheese puff over his face and onto the carpet.

“Crap.”

Bracing his hands on the floor, he lowered his face until he was able to grab a few puffs with his lips. See, this was more practical anyway. He was a genius. Now if he could just get every teacher at school to believe it.

Speaking of school, today had been just as weird as the last thanks entirely to Steve god damn Harrington. Eddie didn’t get it. First, he’d come to him in the hall. And not even for any particular reason, apparently. Just to talk. Which, yeah, bizarre. Then at lunch, just like the day before, he’d plopped himself down right next Eddie as if he’d been there the whole time. As if jocks dined with the freaks on a regular basis. Because yeah, he’d said he wanted to sit with them, but Eddie had thought he was joking. Surely, after one lunch period, he would come to his senses and realize he didn’t belong there. Apparently not.

The problem was, Eddie couldn’t figure out what his angle was. It couldn’t just be that he’d lost his old friends. He was Steve Harrington. He could join any group he wanted. Eddie and his friends had to be on the very bottom of the list of potential besties.

Maybe Steve was just looking for a hookup to cheap drugs. That was definitely a possibility. Plenty of people were nicer to Eddie for the sole purpose of not being up charged on their weed. Why would Steve be any different? And if that was the case, well. Eddie wasn’t going to say no to Steve’s sweet smiles. He could knock a few bucks off the drugs for that. Because while he might be a virgin, in his heart, he was a bit of a desperate slut.

The phone rang then, the shrill noise cutting through the sound of the tv and nearly making Eddie fall off the couch. He caught himself in time and rolled into a standing position. Brushing the Cheeto dust off his fingers, he trotted over to the phone.

“Hanks Roadside Diner, you kill ‘em, we grill ‘em. What can I do for you?”

For a moment, there was silence on the other side. When nobody spoke, Eddie decided it must be a telemarketer and began to hang up. That is, until he heard “Uh, Eddie?”

And shit, he knew that voice. It had starred in his dreams for the past two nights, making for very messy morning cleanups. Eddie’s heart stuttered uncomfortably in his chest. Why the fuck was Steve calling him? When Eddie didn’t answer, Steve spoke again.

“Uh, sorry, I must have the wrong number.”

“No!” Eddie cried, then cringed at how loud he’d been. “No, uh, this is Eddie.”

“Oh.” There was a beat of silence. “Dude, why would you answer your phone that way?”

He huffed and rolled his eyes. “Uh, because this is my phone and I can do what I want. Plus, it scares away junk callers.”

“Hmm, I guess that makes sense. Oh, this is Steve, by the way.”

Eddie rolled his eyes. “Yeah, I know that. But um, how did you get my number?”

Steve was silent for a second. “Well, there was only one Munson in the phonebook, so I took a wild guess that it was you.”

What the fuck? Eddie leaned back against the wall and began to twist the cord around his finger. “So you’re telling me you went out of your way to look me up?”

There was some rustling on the other end of the line, as if Steve was moving around. “I mean, yeah, I guess. It wasn’t really out of my way, since I already had the phonebook. And yes, I can read, if that was what you were going to say next.”

Eddie grinned. “Wow, I’m flattered that you already know me so well. But back to the topic at hand. To what do I owe the pleasure of King Steve calling on little old me?”

Steve cleared his throat. “I was actually wondering if you wanted to go get something to eat with me.”

The phone nearly fell out of Eddie’s hand as he jerked up right. Surely, he hadn’t heard him correctly. “What?”

Steve began to ramble. “Yeah, I mean, I don’t have anything to eat at the house right now, so I was going to go out anyway, but it’s always more fun to go with someone. And Darcy’s Diner is open for another two hours, so I figured that would be the perfect place for a late dinner. Have you been? It’s pretty good. They cook a mean burger. But, I mean, only if you haven’t eaten yet? Which, crap, I realize it’s eight o’clock so you probably have.”

Eddie wasn’t sure how long he stood there, staring into the middle distance. What the hell was going on? There was no way Steve was asking him out. Maybe he was still on the couch, hung upside down. Maybe so much blood had pooled in his head that it had knocked him unconscious. That honestly made more sense than whatever this was. Because of course his subconscious would conjure up a phone call from Steve. He was dragged out of his spiraling by his voice.

“Eddie? You still there?”

He shook himself. “Yeah, yeah, I’m here. Wait, so you want to go out right now?”

“Um, yeah? But you don’t have to if you already ate.”

Eddie glanced back at the cheese puffs scattered across the floor, which were the extent of the food he’d consumed. “No, I haven’t eaten. I guess I could go for some food.”

“Oh, cool,” Steve said, suddenly sounding much brighter. “So, do you want to meet me at Darcy’s? Or I could pick you up.”

“No, no, I can meet you there.”

The last thing he needed was for his stupid brain to get this whole situation more mixed up. It was definitely safer to drive himself.

“Alright. See you in, say, thirty minutes?”

“Yep, see you then.”

He could hear the smile in Steve’s voice. “Great, bye Eddie.”

Even after Steve hung up, Eddie remained standing where he was. Ok so, Steve wanted to hang out. Outside of school. Which was totally normal and not weird. It was a little strange that he’d looked him up rather than just asking for his number during lunch. Unless, of course, he didn’t want anyone else to know they were hanging out outside of school.

Oh, right. Steve probably wanted to score some weed. That was why he’d called so late. He’d probably asked him to eat first, so he didn’t seem rude, in an effort to get that good discount. Eddie relaxed slightly. Yeah, that made sense. He was used to people using him for drugs. This was familiar territory.

And so what, if he spent way longer getting ready than he would for a regular drug deal? Steve was probably going to look nice, since he always looked nice, so it only made sense for Eddie to put a little effort in.

Once he was dressed in his best band tee and his second favorite pair of ripped jeans, he made his way out of the trailer and hopped into the van. The drive to Darcy’s was pretty short, yet when Eddie pulled into the parking lot, Steve was already there. And yep, Eddie had been right. He looked good enough to eat.

Eddie took a moment as he parked to just look at Steve. He was leaned up against his car, the curved line of his body somehow both causal and posed. Tight jeans, white sneakers, an unzipped bomber jacket. Jesus Christ. He took a second to steady himself before climbing out of the van.

This is just a drug deal. Just a drug deal. A drug deal with a bizarre extra layer of weirdness.

“Hey Harrington. You coming from a date?”

Steve looked up at him as he approached, a smile tugging up the corner of his lips. “Hey Munson. No, I was at home. Why do you ask?”

Eddie waved a hand. “You’re awfully dressed up for a late-night diner run. Hope you didn’t get dolled up for little old me.”

“Oh.” Steve looked down at himself, as if only now realizing what he was wearing. “I mean, it never hurts to make a good impression, right? Figured that applied to friends too.”

Eddie stopped a few feet away, letting his arms swing awkwardly at his sides. “Friends. Right.”

“Yep. So, uh, you want to go in?”

“After you, my liege,” he said, dropping into a sweeping bow.

Steve snorted and shoved playfully at his shoulder. “Shut up. Come on.”

They approached the door to the diner together. Before Eddie could reach for the handle, Steve had already pulled it open and motioned for Eddie to go in first. Huh. A chivalrous king. The waitress behind the counter told them to sit wherever they liked, and Eddie followed Steve to one of the booths along the wall of windows. Once they were seated, Steve slid a menu over.

“You ever been here before?”

Eddie glance over the top of his menu. “Steve, we don’t exactly live in the big city. We have like, ten options for restaurants. So yeah, I’ve eaten here before.”

“You know, a simple yes would have been fine,” Steve said with a roll of his eyes.

“Ah, but I’m not a simple guy. Surely, you’ve figured that out by now.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty obvious. But I like it though. You’re different. Everyone else around here is so damn boring.”

Eddie leaned back in his chair and regarded Steve. So was that his angle? Was the prince bored and in need of entertainment? It would make sense why he’d latched onto Eddie. A jester for a king.

“What, you need me to perform for you, big boy?”

Steve shot him a look. “No. Just, like, hang out. Chill.”

The waitress appeared beside them to take their order. Steve decided on a burger with everything on it, as well as a side of fries and a chocolate milkshake. Eddie went a little more daring with an order of their full breakfast slam. Once the waitress had slipped away to give their order to the cook, Steve looked back to Eddie.

“Breakfast at night?”

Eddie spread his hands. “Yeah, why not? That’s the best time to have it.”

Steve gave him a skeptical look. “I think the best time to have breakfast is in the morning, seeing as that’s when you’re supposed to eat it.”

“Ah, Stevie boy, but that’s where you’re wrong,” he said, wagging a finger at him. “The best time to do anything is when you’re not supposed to. It makes things way more interesting. Plus, who decided there were certain foods for certain times of day? That’s weird, right? It’s just food. Why does everything in life have to have some arbitrary rule?”

As he spoke, Steve’s brow furrowed deeper and deeper. He opened his mouth to respond, but Eddie slapped his hand down on the table before he could.

“That was a trick question, Steve-o. I’ll tell you why. Two words. Mass. Conformity. The people on top pile on all these stupid rules and convince the people that they’re important. When to eat certain foods. What to wear to different places. Who you can love. It’s all nonsense. But they convince you it matters. Why? Because it keeps you distracted from the bigger picture. From looking at The Man and seeing that we’re all just cattle in their conveyer belt. But not me. Oh no, I won’t be like them. So yeah, that’s why I eat breakfast at night.”

As soon as he finished speaking, Eddie picked up his water and took a big gulp. Long speeches always dried out his mouth. When he looked at Steve, he found the other boy staring at him with wide eyes. This was usually the place he lost the normies. Where they narrowed their eyes at him and decided he was just too weird. He was prepared for it. Welcomed it, even. But once again, Steve surprised him. After a moment, he began to nod his head.

“Huh, yeah, I’ve never thought about it like that. But it makes sense. There could be, like… monsters running around the town and nobody would even notice because they’re so worried about missing an episode of Jeopardy.”

Something warm flickered to life in Eddie’s chest. Something soft and bright. Something dangerous. He tried to smother it before it got any air, but the open expression on Steve’s face made it impossible. Hell, even Eddie’s own friends rolled their eyes when he got going on one of his spiels. But Steve wasn’t rolling his eyes. In fact, he looked interested. Which was wonderful. It was great. It was terrible. Eddie took another big gulp of water.

“Yeah, exactly. Forced conformity is no joke.”

Steve’s eyes moved over Eddie. “So, is that why you dress how you do, and yell on table tops, and push peoples buttons? So you can break out of the mold the world tried to put you in?”

Oh, fuck. He was being seen by Steve Harrington. Honestly, he couldn’t imagine anything worse. Being perceived was to be avoided at all costs. So, he would do what he always did. Smile, deflect, distract.

“Aww, Stevie, now you’re getting it. Not all of us can be so blessed to be molded out of gold like you.”

He expected Steve to smirk or roll his eyes. To brush it off like everything else Eddie had said. Instead, the corners of Steve’s mouth turned down into a frown and he lowered his eyes. As if what Eddie had said upset him. That hadn’t been his intention. As formerly mentioned, Eddie was a weak man. Despite his reservations, Eddie wanted Steve to like him. He sort of hated it, but there it was.

“Hey, man, did I say something wrong?”

Steve shook his head. “No, no, it’s fine. You’re right. I have everything anyone could want, so I should be grateful. Right?”

That felt like a trap. Like there was something Eddie didn’t know. He picked at his napkin, tearing off little strips and rolling them into balls.

“I mean, I don’t know your life man. You’re allowed to have problems.”

Steve nodded, though it seemed stilted. “Yeah, sure.”

Fuck. Eddie had definitely messed this up. And while he should be glad for it, should hope that now Steve would move on to his next distraction, he’d always been an attention whore. He thrived on it, so long as it was surface level. He wanted people to notice him, to find him interesting in the way someone found the circus interesting. And now, despite his own wishes, he wanted Steve to keep paying attention to him.

“Did you know it would take a human nineteen minutes to fall to the center of the earth?”

Steve’s head jerked up, a look of bewilderment replacing the dejection that had been there a moment before. “What?”

“Yep,” Eddie said, grinning when he saw he had Steve’s attention. “Scientists figured it out.”

“That can’t be true,” Steve said, shaking his head. “The earth is like, huge. How could they even know that?”

Eddie shrugged. “Don’t know, dude. I’m not a scientist. They did some math shit, I guess.”

“Huh. I’m going to have to ask Dustin about that. He might know.”

“Dustin?”

“Yeah, one of the middle schoolers I watch. He’s a total nerd, but he’s also a genius. Way smarter than I’ll ever be, that’s for sure.”

Eddie grinned. “He sounds cool.”

“I mean, I guess,” Steve said. But he was smiling now, and didn’t that just warm Eddie’s jaded heart?

The waitress came then with their food, setting their plates in front of them before disappearing once more. Eddie began to immediate dig in, scooping up a big bite of scrambled eggs and shoving them into his mouth. But when he looked up at Steve, he was just watching him, that same small smile still on his face.

Suddenly feeling nervous, Eddie swallowed and straightened up. “What?”

“Nothing, it’s just…” Steve’s shoulders twitched. “I can get stuck in my own head sometimes. Thanks for getting me out.”

Eddie tightened his grip on his fork so he wouldn’t do something stupid, like reach across the table. “Oh, uh, yeah. It’s no problem. Always happy to help.”

Steve continued to smile as he began to eat. They talked more as they ate, mostly about small stuff and people they hated at school. The list was long and heavily overlapped, Eddie found. Which was nice. It was always cool to hate the same people as someone else. And Steve was a bitch, which Eddie already knew, but it was nice to see that venom directed at people he didn’t like.

When the waitress brought the check, Eddie reached for his wallet, but Steve waved him away. “Nah, man, it’s on me. I’m the one who invited you.”

Eddie was pretty sure that only applied to dates, which this definitely wasn’t. Still, he wasn’t going to argue over a free meal. “Alright, if you insist.”

With the meal paid for, they slid out of their booths and made their way back out to the parking lot. It was still early in February, which meant it was unreasonably cold. Eddie tucked his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket.

“So, uh,” Eddie said, turning back to Steve. “Did you want to do this in the van?”

Steve raised an eyebrow. “Do what?”

Eddie waved his hand. “You know. The weed. Unless you were looking for something stronger, but I don’t have any of that on me.”

“Um.” Steve blinked. “I’ve got to drive, so I probably shouldn’t smoke right now. But if you want, I could come over some time and we could smoke and hang. Or you could come to mine. It doesn’t matter.”

Well, now Eddie felt a bit wrong footed. “So, you aren’t interested in buying weed?”

Steve tucked his hands into his pockets. “Uh, no, not right now. But thanks for the offer.”

Well, shit. There went that theory. He cleared his throat. “No, yeah, no problem. I just, uh, thought I’d offer.”

“Right. Oh, also,” Steve said, lighting up as if he’d just remembered something. Eddie watched as he turned and dug through his car. When he turned back, he was holding a pen. Eddie’s heart shot into his throat when Steve grabbed him by the hand and pulled him closer. “So you’ll have my number. No need to look in the phonebook.”

Once Steve was finished, he let Eddie’s hand go. He immediately missed the warmth. The number was written out across the back of him arm in Steve’s handwriting. Eddie had the insane thought that he could maybe saranwrap his skin where Steve had touched him. God, he was such a fucking freak.

“Oh, uh, cool. Is there a good time to call?”

“Nah, wherever’s fine. I might be out giving the kids a ride, but if you leave a message, I’ll call you back.”

Eddie tilted his arm, looking at the number at a different angle. “I won’t piss off your parent’s if I call too late?”

Steve dropped his eyes to his feet. “Uh, no, they’re out of town so you don’t have to worry about that.”

It felt like there was something more there, but Eddie wasn’t about to pry into Steve’s life. “Okay. So, I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, I’ll be there.”

And then Steve did something weird. He lifted his arm, as if to pull Eddie in for a hug, only to freeze halfway there. Eddie’s pulse quickened as his gaze focused in on the hand that was now way too close. He definitely wasn’t prepared to be hugged by Steve Harrington. He also desperately, desperately wanted it. In the end, Steve went halfway and dropped his hand onto Eddie’s shoulder, giving it a squeeze. Maybe a hug would have been too much, because that small touch was already making electricity shoot through Eddie’s body.

“See you, dude.”

Eddie nodded absently. “Yeah, dude. Bye.”

Once back within the safety of his van, Eddie watched as Steve started up his car pulled out of his spot. He threw Eddie one more wave, then was gone. He just sat there for a while, contemplating. Steve didn’t want drugs, unless it was while they were “hanging out”. He’d given him his number and said to call anytime. He’d opened the door for him, paid for the meal, then touched Eddie’s shoulder.

What the fuck was going on?

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #steve x eddie #Poor Eddie is so confused #They're Idiot4Idiot #Steve essentially taking Eddie on a date: Is this friendship?

[angelicyouth]

Underwater

⇢ pairing: platonic!main 4 + butters x reader

⇢ genre: mental illness ; vampire AU

⇢ synopsis: ❝You were always careful with keeping it a secret—well, you were until you just didn't care enough to have it hidden anymore.❞

⇢ warning(s): self harm ; attempted suicide

⇢ [AO3 link]

i’m in no way trying to romanticize mental illness, prompt someone into a negative headspace, or make light of any mental health issues—this was written as an outlet for my emotions if you are not in a good place then please reach out to someone because i promise that people care more than you think they do; my messages are always open if you’d like to talk

When you wake up, it’s with a sharp gasp as the thundering sound of your heartbeat overtakes the senses in your ears. It’s too loud as you strain to hear the faint noise of steady footsteps get gradually closer, your feet scrambling to kick the metal of your razor blade underneath the cold porcelain of the bathtub.

The fluorescent glint of the sliding object catches the sliver of sunshine pouring in from the glass panel of the window, letting you know that it comes to a stop just behind the clawfoot of the strikingly white structure—not fully hidden but just enough in your last minute haste. Your hands violently tremble as you rush to pull down the coarse material of your jacket over your arms, the stinging sensation overwhelming as it touches the fresh scars running jaggedly against soft skin.

You’re thankful for the dark attire you decided to adorn today as the black color of your jacket hides the deep crimson steadily spreading across your sleeves.

Hardly biting down onto your lower lip in an attempt to silence the wail of anguish threatening to sound out of your mouth from the burning cuts, the plastic cap from the bottle of bleach clatters against the tiled floor as you pour the pungent liquid down the tub. Your chest quickly heaves up and down in anxiety when you see that there’s still an inch of blood left inside of it, your mind desperately willing for the metallic-smelling substance to drain quicker.

Painfully dropping all of your weight onto your knees, you roughly grab onto the sponge lining the bathroom shelves to frantically scrub along the inner lining of the stained porcelain as the too-loud sound of shampoo bottles clatter against the floor. Before anything can get accomplished, however, the wood of the room’s door gets harshly slammed open.

“N/N!” Kenny chirps out loud, a delighted expression on his face despite the intrusion.

“Ken! I—uh.” Your mind painfully lags in panic at the prospect of being caught before you fully process the situation. “Get the fuck out! Holy shit, can’t a girl have some peace?! What if I was shitting in here!”

With unnatural reflexes, the blonde dodges the bar of soap that you violently throw at his lithe body before the object makes contact with hardened plaster and creates an indent in the wall. He cheerily whistles as mirthful ceruleans inspects the damage, a shiteating smirk adorning his handsome face at the error of your actions.

Like clockwork, a shrill voice is predictably quick to admonish the sound of chaos in the household. “Y/N!”

You wince as you hear the thundering footsteps that follow the entrance of Kyle as he unceremoniously pushes past Kenny, Stan lazily following behind the redhead with his arms leisurely crossed behind his head to watch the source of entertainment unfold. “How many fucking times do I need to tell all of you shitheads to stop fucking—”

“Woah. Is that blood..?” Stan takes a step forward to curiously peer closer to the bathtub, your smaller body defensively moving in a futile attempt to block the ravenette’s wandering eyes.

“What the fuck, N/N.” The curly-haired teen says, his disbelieving eyes firmly staring you down in a deadpan yet non-verbal question.

“What? Don’t fucking look at me like that!” You bark out loud, your eyes darting to the side in avoidance as your voice climbs in pitch from panic. “I was playing with my food—so what?”

“... In the fucking bathtub?” Stan’s voice is similarily deadpan with indication that your reasoning was one of the most stupidest fucking thing he’s ever heard in his life (and he’s lived a long time).

It’s quiet as you don’t answer his question, your eyes stubbornly glued to the corner of the tiled floor in avoidance before Kyle heaves out a tired sigh. “Okay… Okay. We uh–”

He clenches his eyes shut, his long fingers coming up to soothe the space between his eyes that are painfully furrowed as he takes a minute to gather his thoughts. “We’re going to feed. Let’s go.”

“I’m not hungry.” You lowly mumble and it’s a terrible fucking lie—you feel dangerously woozy from the amount of blood loss because you’re now able to fill the bathtub twice before you faint.

“Yeah, and I’m a fucking dumbass.” Kenny sarcastically says as he rolls his eyes, your mouth automatically parting to say that he is before he continues. “Come on, N/N—quit bullshitting. Your eyes are as red as virgin Kyle’s blushing face when a girl so much as breathes the same fucking air as him.”

“Fuck you!”

You internally curse as your eyes quickly dart to seek the bathroom’s mirror hanging over the sink, your irises painted in a vivid red to indicate hunger. Unlike popular belief, the dead can see their reflections which unfortunately showcases the deep purple casting shadows underneath your tired eyes.

And while you’re not successful in deflecting a night out with the guys to find some food when you begrudgingly follow them out of the house, you’re successful in diverting their attention over your actions in the bathroom.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

Your back rests against the wall from your seated position inside of the bathtub, your legs dangling out from the side but not quite touching the tiled floor. The cool porcelain grounds you to the moment as your slightly parted lips slowly brings out small puffs of air, the numbing feeling overtaking your body making all of your thoughts and worry dissipate into the room like your breath.

You feel like you’re submerged underwater wherein your senses are disoriented despite the heightened abilities your kind grants you. Everything feels muffled—like background noise as all the things surrounding you moves in slow motion and aren’t urgent enough to capture your attention.

It’s like the feeling you get when Kenny supplies the group with an abundance of alcohol or drugs except it’s amplified tenfold because while your body is physically present, your mind is lightyears away. Sometimes when it gets like this, you wonder to yourself: am I living in a fever dream? Or is this real life and I’m just moving on autopilot—with no control over my body as it automatically goes through the familiar motions of everyday life from years of living?

The seconds go by agonizingly slow and sometimes not at all when you check the time. Hours could have passed by and it would have been no different to what mere minutes feel like as your unfocused eyes stare at the wall on the other side of the bathroom.

A piercing scream—no, a shout of anguish is what your disconnected mind belatedly registers before your head slowly turns to locate the source of the noise. You see Kenny first before you see Kyle and then Stan. Mustering up all of your strength to bring your shaky head higher you see the rest: Cartman underneath the door frame and Butters as he worriedly hovers nearby—everyone.

The image of you strikes everyone all at once, your body lying limp and prone in the bathtub with ashen skin and a blue tint to your lips. They think you're submerged inside a mixture of water until closer inspection reveals itself to be a deep, vivid crimson of purely concentrated blood.

Dangling over the edge of what was once a pure white porcelain tub is a limp hand, a slowly growing puddle laying underneath your fingertips and tainting the tiled floors of the bathroom. It’s like a painting—a still life as you stay hauntingly still and eerily quiet.

You register someone hauling your body out, multiple hands rushing to lay your body flat on the ground before someone pushes all of their body weight onto your mutilated wrists to apply pressure in an attempt to halt the onslaught of crimson. Hysterical sobs and panicked directions get frantically called out, voices shrill and close to breaking from the raw throats creating a cacophony of noise that ruins the tranquility of the once quiet room.

“Fuck! Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Don’t wipe off the blood or it won’t clot as well, you fucking idiot!”

“I didn’t know! How the fuck am I supposed to know?!”

Your name gets repeatedly called out like it’s a voice recording stuck in a loop—your eyes dazed and vision blurred as your hand weakly lifts up to drag your bloody fingertips against the salty wetness on someone’s smooth and already wet cheeks. Deep within your mind, you try to bring yourself to care that you’ve been found like this but all that comes up is hollow emptiness.

Voice slurring, your already unfocused vision gets overcome by the black dots dancing along your peripherals before the darkness overcomes you. 

“Relax—I’m not going to kill myself.”

Believe me, I know that I couldn’t if I tried because I already have.

・ ─ ・ ⋯ ・ ─ ⊹ ♡₊˚๑

You were always incredibly careful—only cutting when no one was at home because it would have been suspicious if you kept yourself locked away for a long period of time. The boys and you were extremely close, one of them never too far away and always having someone by your side.

You absolutely hated it: how you’d lie and do just about anything within your abilities to keep it a secret. The way you’d triple check to see if the lock was properly in place or that no one had sent a text indicating they had a reason to suddenly barge in before you started.

Coming to, you’re not quite sure why you’re surprised to see all of the guys crammed inside of your bedroom at the Victorian mansion you all take residence in. Cartman and Stan have always complained that it was embarrassingly cliché during the modernity of the 20th century whereas Kenny often whines that chicks didn’t dig the vintage look because it made him look like a serial killer when he attempted to bring them home.

It’s quiet, but your face is blank as they all wait for you to speak. 

“What the fuck did you do to have your scars last this long..?” Kyle whispers, voice almost silent as his finger softly trails down along the raised vertical lines adorning your forearms.

There was a mixture of vertical and horizontal lines—vertical because it goes along the veins and horizontal because there was a possibility of cutting through a tendon. It was more difficult for your body to regenerate when this occurred.

Your eyebrows crease as you petulantly rip your arm away, taking note of the already faded pink color that the cuts have taken up. “Fuck off, I dont want to—”

“Y/N.” Stan firmly grasps your wrists, his emotionless face steely as he forces you to stop hiding and the deep baritone of his voice sounding very tight—no, controlled. 

Biting your bottom lip at all of the unwavering stares boring down onto your already vulnerable form, Butters’ wet voice slightly wobbles in a desperate attempt to understand. “What did you do…?”

It’s quiet but stiff for a few stilted moments and even when you finally speak up, your whisper is close to non-existent. “I had to re-open them a lot.”

Sharp breaths that almost sound like sobs resound throughout the vicinity of the room as Kenny takes a shaky step back from the foot of your bed, the implication of your words paralyzing everyone with sorrow and anguish. The regenerative abilities you’re all granted works hard but it seems your razor has been working impossibly harder in contrast.

No one speaks until there's a long, slow inhale. Butters' voice is now bordering on hysterical, stricken with tears and a failure to accept the situation. “Why did you do it..?”

“I’m sorry, I’m so sorr—” 

“Y/N.” Kyle is quick to cut off your rushed apologies, “We’re not—none of us are angry with you, love. We just want to know why you did it. Help us understand, please. We can’t help you if we don’t know what’s going on.”

“Have you ever tried to stop? Or thought about stopping?” Butters' knuckles are rubbed raw as he anxiously presses them together, denial heavily coating his almost manic voice.

“It’s not that simple, Butters.” Kyle’s voice is strained in thinly veiled control, his stilted words coming out of clenched teeth before his throat shifts to swallow.

“Why not?! Stop and you’ll be better—we could help you get better, N/N.”

“Butters!” Stan loudly barks out, his tightly clenched fists shaking by his sides in concealed desperation for the blonde to just stop as the skin on his knuckles becomes stark white from the pressure he exerts.

Stubbornly, Butters’ desperate pleas continue. “No! She hasn’t even tried! She can get better! She wouldn’t just let this tear us apart—“

Your nose sniffs once, a very tired sigh leaving your body when Stan takes a threatening step towards the hysterical blonde before you distantly explain. “Fucking stop! I don’t know, okay?”

“Wh—”

“I’m not sad. I actually get jealous of the people that get upset from certain events because they at least have some kind of stressor.” A laugh escapes from your raw bitten lips but it’s devoid of amusement and hollow.

Your hands are tightly clenched into fists as you shakily bring them up to tiredly scrub at your face, futilely stopping the steady stream of tears leaking out of your already swollen eyes. “Why don’t I have a clear trigger, Ky? How come there isn’t a reason or a cause to my feelings? Why am I so sick?”

Everyone feels helpless as they watch you break, the words once overfilling their bodies with question and confusion suddenly gone in the wake of your desperate question.

“Is there something wrong with me?” You sob out, your teeth applying pressure as they bite down onto your already raw lips to silence your vocal anguish.

“Oh, baby.” Kenny clumsily pushes his way towards your side on the bed, his arms firmly wrapping around your trembling form to bring your body into his comforting embrace.

A pained cry gets cut off as he gently brings your sticky face against the column of his neck, your hands quickly finding purchase at the soft material of the shirt adorning his lithe frame. You want to feel the reassurance of the blondes' physical touch but you can’t help but to yearn for the attribution of warmth that was so painstakingly absent from your bodies.

“I know that I’m not but I just wanted to feel human again.” You hiccup against the expanse of skin that your face nuzzles into, Kenny’s grip tightening around your waist as he seamlessly hauls your smaller body onto his lap.

“I’m not… I’m not going to apologize for turning you, N/N. You were fucking dying right in front of me, I couldn’t just leave you to bleed out on the fucking streets.” Stan’s voice is stubbornly quick to defend his actions but his body is rigid as the doubt starts to slowly creep through as he watches your curled up form. 

“I wish you did.” You softly whisper into Kenny’s safe solace, your words not meant to be heard but they are anyway as everyone helplessly finds themselves at a loss.

“Don’t—Don’t fucking say that!” The blonde frantically yells, his arms pressing your smaller form impossibly closer to his shaking body.

Like you would simply disappear if he lost sight of you again.

And you don’t say anything, because you can’t lie.

“Wh—Hey! What the fuck are you doing?!” Kyle yells, his voice interrupting what sounded like someone going through the drawers of your furniture.

Cartman ignores him as his hands busy themselves in continuing his search through your things. He doesn’t speak up until he throws a few pill bottles onto the silk linen of your bed, the orange plastic noticeably empty.

“Six bottles of sleep aid that could triple as a goddamn horse tranquilizer are fucking missing.” His arms are crossed as he vehemently spits out, his tone admonishing the others for not paying closer attention to their beloved member of the group.

“… Fuck.” Stan mutters out, a ghostly pallor to his already dead skin as he wonders how he missed all of this happening.

How he let it get this far.

“There’s only two left.” You drowsily mumble against Kenny, his lips gently pressed against the soft locks of hair adorning the crown of your head as he holds onto you. “Tried seven times already and—“

“Okay!” Kyle loudly interrupts, his trembling hand coming up to delicately caress his forehead as he takes a shaky seat at the foot of your bed. “… Okay.”

He feels like he’s actually going to vomit.

“Fuck!” Stan seemingly explodes, his tightly clenched fist flying into one of your bookshelves. The whole entire structure falls apart at his touch, violently tossing books onto the floor and releasing a smattering of wooden splinters that are quick to follow.

“Fuck! Fuck!” His feet roughly connect with a standing floor lamp next, shattering the item against the wall as it noisily fizzles out until the room is only cast in the soft glow of your bedside table’s light.

Butters is quick to restrain the raging ravenette, sobs spilling through his mouth as he attempts to stop further destruction. The two clumsily sink to the floor, Stan abruptly losing the fight in his body as his head begins to dizzily swim at further proof of this shocking discovery.

It was overwhelming because it now felt like he was the one that couldn’t breathe, like he was the one now drowning.

a/n: i'd like to think that in this universe, team craig are werewolves with one of them being reader's love interest!! let me know if any of you would be interested in reading that :)

#south park #south park x reader #stan marsh x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #kyle broflovski x reader #eric cartman x reader #butters stotch x reader #stan marsh #kenny mccormick #kyle broflovski #eric cartman #butters stotch #south park fanfiction #lalawrites

[kagedbird]

Cicero Loves You, Listener!

TESSDE AU - Dark Brotherhood route

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My head ached.

I could hardly open my eyes, the pounding in my head was so loud. My back felt torn apart, my right deltoid and left thigh were burning, and my head was fucking pounding.

It must have been a bodily reflex to test my fingers and toes, as I hadn’t realized I’d done it until my brain mentally relieved itself of the worry I’d lost any. Ten fingers, ten toes, all accounted for.

It was hard to swallow though. My mouth was so dry, my lips cracked.

Would it be so bad to just fall back into the listless void again? To be cradled by the ether and not deal with any of this?

I nearly did, had it not been for a familiar creaking noise of a door a few paces from where I laid. I’d gathered I was in a bed, given the state of my lying position, as well as the blankets surrounding me. I felt like I wanted to violently tear the blankets off my feet, but I had no strength to do so.

Instead, I found strength to crack open my eyes, feeling myself freeze in place at the sight ahead of me.

Cast aglow and sundered by the remaining shadows shrouding his face, I saw a silhouette of a man staring at me just from around the other side of the door in the dimly lit room I was placed in.

I felt a shudder creep up my spine, both from his seemingly thousand yard and yet hungry stare, as well as anxieties I couldn’t remember the cause of bursting from my chest at the sight of someone watching me as I rested.

Had that happened before? Had worse happened?

I couldn’t… I couldn’t remember.

That was far more terrifying.

He must have noticed me staring right back, unmoving, hardly breathing, as his vision changed suddenly. His expression became more joyous and jovial; masking what small preview I had seen that clearly laid underneath.

“Ah! The kind lady is awake! She is, she is!” The man’s shrill voice called out in the silence, opening the door further to clap his hands together joyfully.

I had to wince. Everything was so loud.

“Kind… lady…?” I croaked out instead, watching him skip over to me with a jingle literally in every step.

His attire was like a jester— was a jester. He was a jester. Black and red clothing with golden trimming, certainly a bold choice for a jester, but a jester nonetheless with those bells that curled on his shoes and held down his hat.

His smile was wide as he addressed me, “Oh yes! You helped poor Cicero along the road so very long ago! He is very happy to be able to return the favour!”

I felt my brows crease in concern. ‘I helped him?... I can’t… I can’t remember…’

His smile dropped into something woeful. Mocking? An attempt to be pitious? I couldn’t tell. I couldn’t read him.

“Oh dear, oh dear! It seems your mind is more rattled than poor Cicero’s!” He murmured, fretting about above me, but never touching. Thankfully. “Fret not, fret not! Friendly Cicero is here to help! Does the kind lady have a name?”

A name? Oh god. Please. Not my name, I need my name—

“A-Allora…” I stuttered past dry lips, idly licking them in a vain attempt to speak better. “I think…”

“Allora, Allora! What a wonderful name, so pretty, pretty, for such a kind lady!” The jester sang, rocking in place with his hands clasped and pressed against his cheek. “Well, Miss Allora, Cicero found you outside not too far from home, quite in a state! Yes, yes! Cicero was so beside himself to see such a kind woman injured, he knew he just had to scoop you up into safety!”

I was injured… that much was obvious from the raging headache and bodily pain.

“Do you remember anything at all?” He asked, voice suddenly low as he leaned in.

I craned my head back, tense, and staring right back into his piercing gaze. Why did this feel like I was the one in trouble? What did he think I knew?

“I-I… I really can’t… remember much…” I murmured, turning my head slightly. “My head… really hurts…”

He stayed for a breath of a moment, before pulling back and placing a hand on each cheek. “Oh, Cicero is so sorry you are in so much pain! Please, allow him to go fetch you a potion! And some water! You sound so dreadfully weak and tired, yes, yes.”

That sounded like a thinly veiled insult.

I couldn’t tell. Was it just his inflections? Was it my head?

Either way, I couldn’t trust him just because he said I helped him and he saved me. Something churned in my stomach that something was wrong. I don’t remember him. He didn’t even know my name.

Did he actually know me at all?

I watched as he left hurriedly, flapping his hands all the while, humming under his breath. I peered around the dimly lit room, taking in the various melted candles that sat around the room without any container to hold the wax; merely melting all over various surfaces.

Something in me scratched angrily about the wax coating book covers over on the distant table. I had to agree; it seemed wasteful.

Other than the books, table, a small nightstand with two candles nearby, and a seat— along with the bed I was resting in— the room was fairly empty. Cobblestone lined the walls and were smoothed to make the floor, a chill not quite kept out from the outside leaking in.

I huddled into the warmth of the blankets further, the cold doing nothing to help me stay awake. But I knew despite my need to rest to heal, I didn’t think I could with the mental image of that jester staring at me in my mind.

Maybe he meant well. But something in my gut screamed in terror, so I would listen to it. I could listen to nothing else.

It was long enough to acknowledge the dreary, unsettling silence lingering in the air before the jester came back. He held a cup in one hand and a potion in the other.

Presumably. Were potions just another name for medicine? I couldn’t remember.

Settling the items on the table, the jester carefully helped me sit up enough to drink both liquids— having to pause momentarily during the potion as my body had threatened to reject it immediately— before I was settled once more.

Thankfully, he had gloves on. I felt a little less weary about touch with those keeping skin contact to a minimum.

After the revolting medicine though, I did feel my aches begin to ease near immediately. I didn’t feel drowsy from the effect either; just itchy from the muscles and skin healing at a rapid rate.

I supposed I couldn’t keep the wonder off my face as the jester laughed loudly next to me.

“Oh, how adorable Miss Allora is! Cicero, too, was enamoured with the way potions worked when he was very very little!” He said, patting my head softly. I was proud I withheld my flinch. “Hopefully that will soothe your achey-broken-brain soon enough!”

“I hope so too,” I murmured, sinking into the bedding underneath me. It wasn’t as soft as I expected it to be for some reason. But it was comfortable all the same.

“In the meantime, allow friendly Cicero to gather you sustenance!” Cicero said, clapping his hands together. “What would Miss Allora like to eat?”

“Um…”

Did I have allergies? I must if I was thinking about it so suddenly. But what?

“Oh, foolish Cicero!” He said suddenly, smacking a hand to his forehead. “Silly Cicero! He did not mean to make you feel sad about being unable to remember. He will simply gather something simple! A fine soup! Would that be well?”

“Yes,” I nodded slowly, feeling guilty for my distrust at this point. Weariness aside, he was taking care of me. “...Thank you, Cicero.”

He froze momentarily before laughing again. It was deep from his gut, like it was the funniest thing he’d ever heard.

“Oh, Miss Allora! You are so kind, so kind!” Cicero said, wiping a tear from his eye. “Yes, Cicero is happy he found you and gets to bring you back to health. A true honour, it is!”

“...Sure.” I replied lamely, smiling weakly at his beaming expression.

Was I someone… important? I could only think of that as the reason why he seemed so amused by my thanks.

Cicero hummed to himself, adjusting my covers momentarily, and I bit my lip as he moved to leave.

“Um— Cicero?”

“Yes, dearest friend of Cicero’s?” He replied immediately, turning back around so quickly it made my head spin.

“I’m— I’m sorry, I… really hate blankets over my feet,” I murmured, sheepishly looking away. “...I can’t really move, could you….?”

“Oh! Oh yes!” Cicero perked up, immediately adjusting the blanket to curl over my feet. I felt immediate relief and sunk into the bed fully, unwound from the growing tension along my spine.

“Thank you,” I murmured again, suffused with gratitude.

“Of course, of course! Anything for Cicero’s dearest friend!” He replied, clapping his hands together once more. “He will be off to gather you the heartiest of soups! Be back in a jiffy!”

I watched him scurry out once more, closing the door behind him, and taking the light from the exterior with him.

Ladened in the darkness, with no window to see the outside, my eyes felt more open than they had before.

…There was a presence here.

Here?

Nearby?

Somewhere.

Waiting. Watching. Watching and waiting.

I looked around, swallowing thickly as the anxiety curled in my chest. I hated this. I hated whatever this was. The lights— the sconces and candles— were not enough to pierce the veil of darkness left in Cicero’s wake.

Where was I?

#skyrim #tesblr #tes oc #Cicero skyrim #Allora #Dragonborn oc #TESSDE AU #Dark Brotherhood

[sublimecatgalaxy]

OMG CAN YOU DO AN ENEMIES TO LOVERS W BILLY HARGROVE?

Sure bestie, my favorite trope- hell yeah. This isn't completely proofread since I am sleepy but I think it's pretty good!

Trigger warning with this one: Violence and talk of abuse.

The loud shrill of my phone ringing beside me has me jumping beneath my covers, my crusty eyes cracking open to stare bitterly at the device. With no effort at all, I reach out, grabbing it without hesitation and I hold it to my ear with a huff.

"Who is this and why are you calling me in the middle of the night?" I sigh, rolling onto my back as annoyance riddles my body but the minute I hear a shuddered breath, I pause, a shiver running down my spine. "Hello-"

"It's Max." She mutters, clearing her throat before taking in a shaky breath. My brows pull together even more in confusion at the clarification, her announcement still not answering as to why she could possibly be calling.

I help her occasionally with school, being an older sister-type of friend to her, especially given her shitty excuse for a family. But we got closer through the 'group'- a complication of all of our different moods and personalities bringing unusual friendships out of all of us in the process of saving our town and the world.

"What's up Max?" I ask, sighing quietly into the warm air of my room, my eyes watching my fan spin incessantly on its track and I begin to notice a ticking noise that it's creating- fuck I need to fix that.

"It's Billy- I know you hate him, but I don't know what to do. It's my fault- I went out for a bit and Neil went crazy." Neil? Billy's dad?

I gulp, my mind wracking through different thoughts of what she could possibly mean but, regardless of what it is, I'm out of bed and slipping into a pathetic excuse of an outfit. I'm out the door, telling Max to wait and stay safe, my hands shaking as I sneak quickly past my parents and out into the cooler air.

My gut swims with nausea as I pull up to Max's house, my eyes dragging over the small Suburban house. I would do anything for the redhead, she's like my sister but Billy? Doing anything for Billy was a bit of a stretch outside of my comfort zone.

But for Max?

Anything.

I can see the small girl in the doorway as I shut off my car, my eyes noticing the empty driveway and a sense of relief fills me. I hug my arms tightly around my waist as I adjust the t-shirt that drapes over my body.

"C'mon." She ushers me quickly into the house as I take a deep breath, looking at the glasses that are smashed on the kitchen floor, my lips parting in quiet shock.

"Max, what's going on?" I ask, feeling her tug my arm and drag me past the livingroom and down into another hallway. My brows are pulled tightly together as she sighs and stops in front of a door, her eyes dragging over it anxiously.

"He's gonna be mad- just ignore him." She gasps, pressing a hand to her chest. Her eyes look up into mine with trust- wide and scared- and her eyes flutter shut after a moment. "Neil is a dick and Billy and him push each others buttons. Tonight went too far and there's too much blood- shit- I just need your help. He won't let me near him."

"And you think he'll let me?" I chuckle bitterly, my heart racing in my chest as I think about the state that Billy's in behind this door, if he's crying- broken even. It's difficult to imagine, especially since he's completely insufferable most of the time and arrogant beyond belief.

"You're hot. He appreciates looks- please just do this." She laughs but it's wavering, her smile cracking as I bite nervously at my lip, nodding my head without another word and I allow her to open the door.

Before I'm completely in the room, she shuts the door behind me and the noise startles the man in front of me, Billy's eyes lifting to land on me. His eyes convey confusion but his tight jaw and squared shoulders give off nothing but anger- anger I'm suddenly fearful of.

But before I can be consumed with fear, my eyes spot the bruises littering his cheeks, the dried blood beneath his nose and puffy lips and the hand prints splayed across his neck. He looks physically broken though trying his best to appear as strong as he can be- like a kicked puppy bearing it's teeth to scare away a predator.

"Before you say anything- Max called me, it's almost two in the morning and I drove my ass here." His lips that were previously parted in unspoken words now close at my words, biting his tongue with a bitter scoff. "I am not here for you, I'm here for her and she is scared out of her mind." My shoulders relax after I say my full speech, the words like water flowing from my lips as his eyes track carefully over me.

"If you say a word of this to anyone-"

"My ass is grass- ya, I know." I laugh, walking over to sit down beside him on the bed. He huffs out a breath and lifts the washcloth in his hands to his nose that still bleeds.

"Nice nightgown." He snorts, my eyes rolling in annoyance as he looks over at me, groaning and reaching up to hold his ribs as he laughs. I know the last thing he needs is for someone to baby him, to emasculate him anymore than he's already been tonight- so I go along with the teasing.

"Yeah? Nice shiner." His eyes widen but not in anger, more in the fact that he's impressed, his smile fanning out into a toothy, bloody grin.

"Oof, right for the heart." He gasps, his face twisting up in pain but he doesn't lose his grin, my smile appearing almost before I can stop it. He's much more relaxed when he's vulnerable like this- trying to cover up his insecurities and the truthful sadness of the situation that is his home life.

"You've got one of those?" I ask, genuinely too, and he pauses, his breathing slowing down and lips tugging down a bit. He knows I mean it jokingly to some extent, that I'm trying to take the tension off- but there's sadness behind his tired eyes.

But after a moment or two, he cracks a laugh, his curls falling in his face. "Fuck you." He says warmly, no ounce of malice behind it as his eyes find mine once more. "So, are you gonna nurse me back to health, sweetheart, or just bully me?"

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[howdoyousleep3]

Rating: Explicit (E) Word Count: ~2K Notable Tags: Forbidden Relationship, Age Difference, Size Kink, Verbal Humiliation, Daddy Kink, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Multiple Orgasms, Overstimulation, Crying, Mild Dub Con, Breeding Kink, Mention of Squirting, Possessiveness (!!!), Gaslighting, Light Angst at the End A/N: I've been balls deep in my teddy bear daddy andy thoughts lately and sURprISE they are filthy. I've never dabbled in step-relationships before. Heed the tags as this is a bit darker than I usually write, forbidden relationship aside. Seems like I have a thing for Andy Barber in the back of cars. I hope you enjoy! 🧡 Read here on Ao3.

A heavy downpour of rain batters against the windows of your stepfather’s sleek car, thunder cracks across the darkened sky, and yet the shrill sound of your squeal is in no way dampened. 

“Fuck yeah, that’s right— be as loud as you want out here, little girl. Your mama ain’t here to catch you stuffed with your stepdaddy’s dick, is she?”

You shake your head no vehemently, choke on your sob as Andy’s words bounce around your empty skull like marbles, heavy and demanding, just as his cock is inside of your swollen and overused pussy. Your mother’s husband takes your reaction as an answer to his question and less so as a stark denial of your shared and scandalous predicament, as it was intended.

You’re obviously far past the point of being able to deny what is happening between the two of you though. After all, Andy is balls-deep inside of your trembling body, pounding into you with such ferocity you’re certain the car is rocking in its spot hidden on a backroad.

His chuckle is dark in your ear, against your jaw where he nips at it tightly in response to your outward denial. His mouth doesn’t linger long though, both because of the insistent snapping of his hips between your spread thighs and because he’s reached this point. 

You hate how much you love this point.

“Look what you’ve made me fuckin’ do, sweetheart. Look what you’re makin’ Daddy do,” he whispers against your slack mouth, driving his cock against that sweet little spot inside of you again and again and again. Andy’s so big, his cock so thick, that your breath is shoved from your lungs with a pathetic noise each and every time he slides home. His words make your slippery pussy even more wet, the sound of it getting fucked arguably louder than the noises dripping from your lips. 

It’s your fault, it's always your fault. Andy’s told you that from the very beginning of this affair, gets angry each and every time you’re together in such a forbidden and feral way as this, that you’re the reason you and your stepdad do bad bad things together. 

Your head spins where you’re contorted, the two of you taking up damn near every inch of the backseat, leather sticky with your shared sweat, spit, and slick. Your tears. You’re laid out as best you can be, flat on your back where Andy insists you belong, legs pried apart and indecently spread to accommodate the older man’s burly waist.

“V’got no choice but to give this tiny pussy what it’s been askin’ for when you walk around flauntin’ it, when you walk around just beggin’ for it,” he tells you, dropping his weight down on top of you with a guttural noise, the fingers of both hands delving through your hair and holding tight as he ruts into you. “Daddy’s got no choice, baby. Fuck, you understand right, sugar? You know your Daddy’s got no choice but to give this pussy what it needs to stay happy?”

You mewl, loud and long, noise almost mournful. You tell yourself that you hate yourself, that you’re ashamed of each moment that has led up to this one, of your filthy relationship with your stepfather, but even as you whine and sob as you’re stuffed with the biggest dick you’ve ever had, you nod your head and spread your legs impossibly wider. 

“Daddy’s got no ch-choice,” you hiccup, fingers digging into his denim-clad ass, the muscles underneath your grip straining as he grinds down deep between your legs. Your pussy stretches around his girth, that shameful familiarity making your toes curl, making your eyes fight to roll back. You feel trapped in the best, most delicious and bittersweet way possible, dizzy with dick as Andy holds you down and fucks into you at a relentless pace. 

His sac, his balls, are heavy as they slap against the curve of your ass, the show of such masculinity leaving your femininity no choice but to clench and flutter. The boys on campus could never make you feel this way.

“Yeah, this is a Daddy’s responsibility, isn’t it? You walk around in your tiny fuckin’ dresses and your tiny fuckin’ shorts, shirts showin’ your pretty little tits off, just askin’ for somebody to breed this baby pussy right up,” Andy bites out, breath hot and damp against your lips, fingers tightening in your hair. “But this isn’t just anybody’s job, is it?” 

You know exactly what he wants to hear, know the words he’s trained you to say, but words are hard, are so very hard when you’re damn near overstimulated, damn near delirious, ashamed on top of it all. You don’t dare wait too long to answer though, your first attempt coming out slurred and messy, your second attempt sounding stronger. 

“This is Daddy’s pussy,” you mumble, your voice bouncing with each of the older man’s thrusts, impossible heat rising to your cheeks, an even more impossible twist tightening in your core. “S’Daddy’s job, taking…takin’ care of my pussy.” Andy groans, mouth dropping open as his eyes bounce between your mouth and your bare tits, Andy having yanked the top of your dress down moments before he fucked your mouth in the front seat. He reaches for them then, both hands grabbing and squeezing them in his palms, chin dropping to roughly suck one and then the other nipple into his mouth. 

You lose the battle against the roll of your eyes.

“Nobody feeds this pussy like Daddy does, ain’t that right?” 

“N-nobody, Daddy. No…nobody!” 

Andy growls. 

“You can fall into bed with as many punks as you want while you’re away at school, but they can’t give you what I can. This pussy is greedy, this pussy is needy, a fuckin’ brat. She needs Daddy. She’s always gonna come runnin’ back to Daddy, yeah? Ain’t that right?” 

He’s close. His words alone tell you this, as does the sloppy dig of his hips, his hungry mouth on your nipples forcing you to sob. You hate yourself for how easily you respond, for how easily your pussy responds to his words, his rough treatment close to pulling another orgasm out of you. You tremble underneath him, shake from head to toe as you greedily push your tits up into your stepfather’s hungry mouth. 

You hate that he’s right. 

You hate that you think of him every time you fuck someone at a party or invite someone back to your apartment. You hate that no one makes you come like he does, fucks you like he does, dominates you like he does. He has complete control over your body, almost your mind too, and he knows it. 

You can’t seem to maintain a relationship, can’t bring yourself to date someone, picturing him and yearning for him when you fuck someone. 

And you blame Andy for that. 

But he’d happily take that blame. 

It infuriates you, lights you up from the inside out and pushes you closer towards your orgasm. 

“No, no I—” 

“You what?” he spits, rutting into you sloppily as he growls, pulling your hair back to expose the line of your throat. “You don’t think I own this pussy? You think someone else could claim it? You think you own it?” 

“I don’t, I don’t think—” 

“That’s right— you don’t fucking think. You don’t need to think when you’ve got the tightest, pinkest pussy that needs to be fuckin’ fed by her Daddy every fuckin’ day.” 

You’d like to think that his words aren’t what shove you over the edge, that it’s the press of his cock against your sweet spot, that it’s the way the walls of your pussy remain sensitive from your last orgasm. But as you bite down on your bottom lip to fight the tell of your climax racing through you, you know your orgasm is indeed because of his words and the way they echo with possessiveness and ownership. 

You come apart in an instant, crushing pleasure breaking you down, racing through every last crevice of your body.

His hand is around your throat then, his mouth pressed tightly to yours as he chuckles darkly, as he fucks you through your not-so-secret orgasm. 

“Daddy…!”

“That’s fuckin’ right— this is Daddy’s pussy, little girl. The sooner you learn that the better.”

Your whine is long and drawn out, mournful as you easily give into Andy’s kisses, his tongue, his cock. It’s harder for you to breathe with his own fingers digging into the skin of your neck and with another few pounds of his hips, you’re gasping into his mouth, reaching to wrap your own hand around his wrist. Your pussy sobs, your pussy aches. It’s too much, so much, and you start to tear up and thrash underneath Andy’s body, free hand betraying you as you press it against his ass.

“Fuck, it’s your favorite part, baby,” he pants, hand around your throat not letting up. “Daddy’s ready to come.” 

You might come again, fuck.

“Take your Daddy’s load, pretty girl. Take it all, every last drop. Been savin’ it all for you, milk it outta Daddy’s balls, come on.”

“Oh god, oh god…!”

The angle of the last of Andy’s thrusts are sharp, movement grinding his shaft against your clit to the point of pain, to the point of chaotic sensation. One orgasm seems to roll into the next, the beginning of your stepfather’s climax setting your own impossible one off. Your hand falls from holding his ass and his wrist, your neck goes lax, your eyes roll back into your head. You’re pure feeling, pure sensation, a hole. You love it. You hate how much you love the orgasms your mother’s husband gives you, the way he fucks you, the way he fills you up with his come. 

You don’t realize Andy’s teeth are dug into your shoulder until you come to, head spinning as Andy groans and harshly fucks his hips forward, pressing in tight, too tight. 

“You think about this,” Andy pants into your ear, fingers of one hand stroking along any part of your body he can reach, greedily grabbing and pulling at your tits, your hips, your waist. “You think about this when you’re with anybody else. That the pussy they’re about to enjoy has a Daddy. That they can take your pussy however they want, but at the end of the day, she’s taken.”  

Taken. 

You embrace the fuzziness of your brain, the slowed echo of your thoughts, and don’t think too deeply about his words or his claim on you; that’s not something you wish to think about in this moment or ever. 

Sticky between your thighs, sore already, Andy plants kiss after kiss along your neck as he always does when your time together is coming to a close. But when he goes to pull away, you find yourself wrapping your arms around his back and pulling him into you. You’re surprised when he doesn’t question you or poke fun at you. You both know that leaving to go back to school at the close of the summer is difficult for you, but you both know that you’ll never share feelings like this outloud. 

You’re grateful he doesn’t pull away, grateful that he lets you hold onto him a little longer. 

Of course he knows when you’re finally ready to leave. And in place of the usual filthy comment or direction about what is to happen when you both arrive back home, you’re surprised when he questions, “You’re ready to go home?”

No. 

“Yes.”

Andy sighs into your ear. 

“Let’s go home then.”

#howdoyousleep kinktober 2022 #howdoyousleep #my writing #andy barber #reader insert #female reader #andy barber x female reader #andy barber x you

[wildflowerdylan]

BEST FRIENDS

PART ONE - PART TWO

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, drinking, smoking, cursing.

Concept: Y/N and Dylan have been best friends for years, but Dylan has a girlfriend who is less than friendly and so incredibly annoying. Oh, and Y/N is secretly in love with Dylan.

The sky was a brilliant blue, the sun was raining down like a warm waterfall, and the clouds were floating along like fluffy pillows. The weather was just hot enough that I wasn’t shivering and cold enough that I wasn’t pouring sweat. I bent down slowly to greet a small puppy at my feet who was more than eager to say hello. “Sorry!” The girl yelped, “He’s just a baby and still doesn’t fully listen when told to come…” I shake my head, explaining that anytime a dog comes to me is a good time. The girl smiles back and lets me pet her dog a little longer before they both run off again. 

“You better watch out petting new dogs around Tony,” A teasing voice says from behind me. I turn around with a smile and see the brunette and his terrier mix. I bend down again to greet Tony, the pup excitedly running over to me. “How long have you been here?” Dylan asks as he bends down to sit with Tony and I. I shrug my shoulders, “Not too long?” Dylan chuckles to himself figuring that I came earlier just to see the other dogs. 

The two of us sit in dog park silence while we watch Tony excitedly interact with all the other dogs until one shrill, horrible voice pops out of nowhere, “Dyl!” We both jump slightly and turn towards the noise. I see the blonde figure and sigh before turning back to look at Tony. Dylan, conversely, gets up with a smile and gives the girl a hug. They greet each other the way a boyfriend and girlfriend typically do before Dylan moves to sit back down next to me. The girl huffs from behind, causing Dylan to turn and look at her, “What’s wrong?” Kamille, the girlfriend in question, sighs, “You’re sitting on the ground…” I roll my eyes dramatically. “We’re just sitting here in case a dog comes up or something.” Dylan still has a smile on his face. “That’s disgusting, Dylan.” I scoff quietly, but still loud enough that Dylan hears and shoots me a ‘shut up’ glare. I roll my eyes again as I stand up to move wherever the high maintenance girl wants to go. “You know what?” Dylan and I look over at the girl to hear her response. She sighs and presses a fake ass smile on her face, “Dyl and I can go to the picnic tables over there and Y/N can stay here and play with the dogs still.” I look at the blonde with blank eyes. 

“Y/N/N? Is that okay?” He sounds nervous, knowing it isn’t okay, but not wanting to upset his girlfriend. “Actually, I was just leaving.” Dylan shoots wide eyes at me upon my response, “What? You just got here!” I shake my head, “No, Dylan, you just got here. Forty minutes after you were supposed to be here… alone.” The boy looks at me for a moment with apologetic eyes. “Get over yourself, Y/N. Dylan is a busy guy and I’m his favorite girl.” Kamille moved to grab the boy’s hand. I shake my head and roll my eyes before bending back down and grabbing my purse. I heard Dylan half-heartedly calling after me, but I figure there’s no use as long as Kamille is around. 

A couple of blocks later, I make it to the brewery my friends and I frequent. There sat Julia, Dylan’s sister, and Mikey, a mutual friend of Julia and I’s. They noticed me almost instantly and greeted me with a smile and a wave to the waiter so that they could grab me a pint of my favorite. “Hey, cutie, how was the park?” Julia smiles. I sigh and slump into my chair, “Kamille showed up.” Mikey scoffed loudly, having to hear about my recent Dylan troubles and knowing that they all involved her. “When is this kid going to wake up and prioritize you?” Mikey flails around for a second, earning a look from Julia. “Watch it, that kid is still my little brother…” Mikey looks at the girl and slumps just a little bit. “That being said, what the fuck is he doing?” I shrugged my shoulders. The waiter comes and drops off my glass that’s filled to the absolute brim. “Do you need anything else?” He smiles. Julia and Mikey shake their heads, but I move to sit up, “Do you have any straws?” The two people at my table snap their heads towards me with open mouths. “Don’t give her a straw, she’s good. You can go, thank you.” Mikey says as he continues to look back and forth between me and the waiter. “Why do you want a straw? You don’t even like straws?” Julia asks with furrowed eyebrows. I sigh, “It's therapeutic… and helps me to drink things faster.” They both roll their eyes, feeling confident in the decision to not let me drink beer with a straw. 

“Do you want me to talk to him?” Julia says after the straw situation calms down. “To the waiter?” Julia looks at me like I’m stupid for a moment, “Babe, no, I meant Dylan.” I look at her with realization before shaking my head, “I’m sorry. My head is just kinda somewhere else.” They both nod their heads slowly before Mikey gets a brilliant idea, “Let’s go out tonight!” Julia and I look at him with scrunched faces. “It’s Thursday…” Mikey waves his hands around, “So! We all don’t have real jobs. Let’s go out tonight!” Julia and I look at each other and nod our heads left and right, “Fine, let’s do it.” We each take a sip of beer before loosely planning out the evening. We decided to bar hop for a few hours and to invite a handful of other friends - Olivia, Logan, Sarah, Sam, David, and Matt. 

Around 9:00 PM, we were all ready to meet up at bar number one. Some of us piled into a booth while others immediately hit the dance floor and another portion of the group was at the bar getting drinks. Regardless of where you were - if you were drunk or sober, smoking weed or tobacco - you were having fun. A couple of bars later, we were at our last destination. Everyone grouped together again excitedly to make sure everyone was okay. Shortly after that, we all went our separate ways again. It wasn’t until our song came on that everyone met on the dance floor. Everyone really was having a great time - even me. 

By now, it was almost 1:00 AM and we were all about ready to go. That’s when the last two people I wanted to see showed up. Everyone ran over to the handsome boy and his horrible girlfriend. Well, everyone except me and Mikey. Of course, I wasn’t mad at anyone for going to say hi. I mean, the only people that know are Mikey and Jules, but she is related to the man. How could I be mad at her for wanting to see him? 

Mikey pulled me into a half hug with a drunken smile. I looked up at him, feeling tipsy myself and smiled back. Before we knew it, our nice moment was immediately ruined by the sharp voice, “Oh, Y/N! You’re here…” Kamille says as nice as she possibly can. I turn to her and shoot her a closed mouth smile, nodding my head as the response. I move to look at Dylan who just looks upset. I move my eyes away from him and turn to Mikey, “Let’s go get some more drinks, yeah?” Mikey nods awkwardly as he scoots out the booth with me right behind him. Dylan moves Kamille to his other side and goes to grab my arm. I turn to look at his tightening grip on my arm and then back up at him with wide eyes. “Can we talk?” He says, searching my face with his gorgeous brown eyes. I nod my head, “Yeah, yeah, let’s talk soon. I gotta go get drinks with Mikey right now.” Dylan gives me a look to explain that that was not what he meant and he knows I know what he did mean. Regardless, I shake it off and continue my walk to the bar. I don’t know what he wants to talk about, but I do know that I don’t want to deal with it tonight. 

Lucky for me, Mikey is just as uninterested in hanging out with Dylan and Kamille. So, we both decided to sneak out and text the group that Mikey threw up so we had to leave without a word. The group sent back their condolences and love and let us be. 

I wake up the next morning with a pounding headache and a story’s worth of texts from Dylan. I scroll through the texts without reading, knowing that Dylan was most definitely upset with me and last night. So, I do what any rational human being would do. I ignore the problem and go get coffee. 

The smell from the coffee shop floods its way out into the street, filling my nostrils with delicious happiness. I smile softly to myself, letting all my anxiety and worries about everything going on just melt away. The barista asks for my order and my name; I enthusiastically give her both before sitting down at a table nearby and pulling the book out of my purse. Moments later, I have my drink in my hand and a nice book to practice escapism with. 

“Y/N?” I hear on the other side of my book. I sigh, why did I have to pick this cafe? “Hey, Dyl…” The boy looks at me with furrowed eyebrows before sitting across from me with his recently ordered drink. “I texted you…” I look at him and then look down at my phone for a second. Can’t really lie my way out of this one. I sigh, “I know.” He furrowed his eyebrows again. “Y/N, are you really this upset over me being late to the park?” I look at him with wide eyes, “No, no! I-I’m not mad at you.” He rolls his eyes, “If you’re not mad at me then why are you avoiding me.” I shrug my shoulders. Dylan shakes his head at my wordless answer, “Can you please just tell me, Y/N/N? Please.” I hear his begging words and feel my heart melt just a little bit. “Dylan… it’s Kamille.” Dylan looks at me blankly for a second. “You’ve been avoiding me constantly because Kamille wanted to sit on the park benches? Seriously?” His words are condescending and I can physically see him getting angry. I scoff, “No, I’ve been avoiding you because you spend all your time with your shitty girlfriend who puts me down every second she can.” I stand up quickly, slamming my book shut and onto the table. Dylan is still looking at me with angry eyes. “Kamille doesn’t do that, Y/N.” I scoff again, only much louder this time. “Yes she does! In fact, she does it to everyone! Just ask them! Julia thinks she’s an annoying piece of work too.” Dylan’s expression is slowly fading into sadness. I look at his soft eyes as I try to calm down. “You all don’t like her?” I nod my head, “None of us are really all that fond of her, but we put up with it because we love you.” Dylan shakes his head, “Okay, so-so you’ll stop avoiding me then?” I look at him carefully. I can feel my eyes get glossy as I shake my head, “Dylan, she intrudes on every single plan we have. I haven’t spent one on one time with you in months because of her - because you let her intrude on those plans.” His face turns apologetic, “You’re right, I-I’m so sorry. I’ll stop letting-” I cut him off, “I can’t keep doing this.” 

“What?” There's a new sound to his voice. “As long as you’re dating her, I-I can’t be around you.” Dylan shakes his head in disbelief, “You can’t be serious.” I avoid eye contact with the boy as I grab my book and cup, “I’ll see you around, Dylan.”

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[arthurrei07]

actverse / take on swap!sans / pt. 2

tws: mentioned v10lence, curse words, mentioned accidental drüg usage, bl00d, implied nüdity, implied minor character dë4ths, mentioned g0re.

ship: dreamberry.

(the tws are a bit violent but the story is not as bad as the tws. stay safe either way 💓)

~

“Dream.”

Swap watched Dream dip his pen into the ink case, cling it around in the glass and pull it back as the pitch black ink dripped on the surface of the wooden desk, and then onto the document. Dream, furiously, scribbled something on the paper; the thick liquid messing the original paper as it wetted it.

“Dream.” Swap called out again, his hoarse voice cracking as he talked. As he got no response, he budged towards Ink—yanking his own spear from his hands as Ink flinched back. His right hand fixed its grip on his spear as it nearly slipped through his bloody fingers, and Swap harshly banged the staff on the marble floor.

Dream flinched at the loud noise, his head perking up from the desk. And Swap saw the terror in his eye; absolutely stunned by the mix of green leaking from Swap’s mouth and nose as more dark green stained his clothes, black and red garnishing all over his face and well, solidified hair.

He bolted up from his place, an ear-killing screech rising from the chair as it bulged back.

“Swap? What—What in the stars?” Dream tried to get rid of his coat as he pulled it off of his backside, hurriedly scooting away from the desk.

“What in the stars? Are you fucking kidding me?” Swap left his spear down on the floor as the metal part rattled around with a loud clank and aggressively shook his hand in the air, his blood splattering onto the ground.

His orbs followed Dream as he creeped up to him, Dream’s face turning pale.

“What—What happened?” Dream’s eyes ran up to meet with Swap’s, Swap’s eyes boring back into Dream’s.

“My universe is gone, is what happened,” Swap licked his lips, his spit burning the busted wounds as his face scrunched sourly. Swap huffed out of his clogged nose, the flowing blood spilling out as it dripped onto his armor from his chin.

Dream took a full glance at Swap before turning to Ink — then to Swap again. His eyes narrowed, “Are you… influenced?”

“—He got shot by a bear tranquilizer,” Ink blurted out as Swap just started talking, earning a half assed glare from him. Ink’s voice lowered as if Swap wouldn’t acknowledge him when he talked, “…Murder got him from his butt.”

“That fucking bastard. Shot me from my butt? How dare he—“ Swap’s passive-aggressive muttering faded into something like a shrill whisper and his eyes blinked, not syncing. He felt himself wobble on his feet—almost as if he was swaying in the bare air — wind swinging him around, and he would have most probably crashed on the floor if it wasn’t from Dream.

“Alright. Let’s get you bandaged up. You too, Ink.” Dream lifted Swap onto his chest as he got him in a bridal position in his arms, carrying him out of his office.

Swap could barely make out what Dream and Ink spoke about, his ears receiving the soft whispers only as faint, passing sounds. His head pulsed with every passing moment, his eyes fading in and out of focus. He was drifting in and out of consciousness.

Suddenly, after a good while of just black, a burst of cold water hit his body, jolting him fully back to consciousness. The sudden temperature change caused him to gasp — his body coming back to its senses.

Swap shivered, teeth clattering as he and Dream made eye contact.

“I need you to bear with me until I get you clean,” Dream’s eyes darted back to the faucet, turning the switch to hot.

Right. Swap’s focus shifted on the tub, and he was literally in his own blood in it. Not only that but his body was covered in grime, sweat and dirt. Water did little to help in this situation, only causing him to groan every time it burnt his injured skin.

He could only imagine what Dream was obligated to see—and feel, since he was going to bathe him, sticky and green blood — dotted with pieces of dirt.

The whole scene was truly disgusting.

“It’s fine,” Dream said, his voice soft. He reached out for what seemed like a bottle of shampoo, getting a bit of it into his left palm as he placed the bottle down somewhere on the ground — cupping both of his hands until the shampoo separated equally.

“Alright,” Dream got closer and Swap noticed that he had got rid of all of his fancy clothes — just in his black bodysuit, “I am going to wash your head. Do you have any wounds there?”

Swap sighed, “No.”

And Dream’s tender hands started stroking his hair, rubbing and massaging his scalp. Swap felt his rock solid hair soften under his palms, and the shampoo started to foam up. Swap huffed as his pounding head relaxed when Dream rubbed his temples, his body unclenching from the firm grip.

Dream took the header, gently rinsing Swap’s hair as the blood and the foam ran down from his shoulders and down to his body. Swap groaned as the shampoo stung his wounds — and suddenly realized—oh Gods, he was naked?

A weird sense of panic took him over, but was immediately calmed down by Dream’s thumb rubbing over to his shoulder.

Dream said nothing, but Swap could feel that he was also low key embarrassed.

Next up was his body. Every time Dream tried to softly clean his wounds, Swap hissed painfully — his nails digging into his own laps.

Dream basically did what he could do as Swap kept jerking away, at least got to clean the dirt off.

Then, warm water poured down from his hair again, the dirt getting off him and down into the drain hole.

After they were done, Dream took a towel from the side, softly pressing it against his hair as he drained it. Then, he lowered it down to his body, wrapping him with it. Swap’s mind filled with the scent of Dream, and wondered if it was Dream’s towel or if he was in Dream’s chambers.

Dream gently brushed Swap’s bangs out of his eyes, and then cupped his cheeks, taking a look at his lips, “…Who busted your lips? They look—uh, fine, but—“

“—Don’t lie, Mr. Smiles and Rainbows,” Swap flinched when Dream’s thumb stroked his bottom lip, “I know that they look bad as shit.”

They shared some glances, Dream’s worried and Swap’s a bit frustrated, and Swap decided to speak up, “…Killer. He punched me because I stabbed Murder.”

“You stabbed Murder?” Dream breathlessly let out, his teeth baring up, “You stabbed Murder.”

“I am not a fragile little Nymph. I don’t play ‘pretty’ and ‘beautiful’ when someone fucks up my territory to the ground,” Swap scoffed, a pastel colored blood ran down from one of his nostrils, and he quickly sniffed it back.

“…About your universe,” Dream’s palms backed up from Swap’s face and to the tub’s edge, fingers pattering in the edge one by one as he opened his mouth to talk—getting cut off by Swap.

“—Other than Papyrus — who literally got his arm torn out, everyone is pretty much dead.”

Swap couldn’t help but gaze up at the white ceiling, his fingers slowly tracing the edge of the tub as he finally felt as if the tranquilizer had worn off, and actually struggled to take in the extent of the damage.

Alphys, Asgore, Undyne were gone. Not only them, everyone was gone.

As his breaths mingled in the warm air, his throat hurt. Swap kept his eyes rested on the ceiling, his mind still trying to process what had happened—the deaths of everybody he knew and cared about.

“…Let’s bandage you up, alright? We can talk about this later.”

“…Okay.”

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Swap/Blue Sans belongs to the AU Community

Dream Sans belongs to @jokublog

Ink Sans belongs to @comyet

Murder/Dust Sans belongs to @ask-dusttale

Killer Sans belongs to @rahafwabas

Actverse belongs to me

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