#then falling quiet and crying softly and curling up against someone

[cranberryjuice-posts]

please do clarisse la rue x aphrodite reader who’s gorgeous and glowing and short like a ball of sunshine

- opposites attract -

Pairings - Clarisse La Rue x Fem! Aphrodite! Reader

An - ive gotta rewrite by Abby series bc it’s not going the way I want it 😭 I wasn’t really sure exactly what to write so I hope this is good 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️

Everyone at camphalf blood knew who you were. Not for negative reasons however. Being a daughter of Aphrodite not only boosted your social status but it was also your actions.

The first to volunteer to help when the infirmary was low on staff, ready to take on any chore from helping run the camp store to labor jobs that required you to get dirty. Even when the saytrs felt as though they were being ignored by the demigods you helped give them their voice.

So when you of all people started dating clarisse the most intimidating person at camp it was a bit of a culture shock. Though with you sweet and kind nature you seemingly took the most aggressive cabin and somehow made them slightly calmer.

Though when people tried to approach clarisse about you her former aggressiveness would come back. Most things that involved you got her heated. The recent endeavor being you both Separated for the weeks capture the flag game.

“No you’re on my team it’s not for discussion” clarisse spoke as if she knew it was fact, her arms crossed and her armor on you couldn’t help but fall back in love with her.

“But it is for discussion because I’m not” you chuckled softly, a gentle smile crossing your features. “I’ll be fine Claire I’m not a child”

“I’m aware of that but what if someone on my team hurts you? Or what if you get hurt by one of our traps I don’t like not being able to protect you” she placed her hands on her hips trying to open her stance to you.

“Aww” you gave a playful frown tucking a loose curl behind her ear. Placing both hands on her cheeks you gave them a small squeeze. “I’m ok, besides I have charmspeak remember I know how to handle myself”

Her shifting weight and the look of annoyance on her face all showed she did care about you deep down, and as much as people wanted to Deny it clarisse was yours just as much as you were hers. “I’ll see you after the game pretty” stepping on your tippy toes you gave her a kiss.

Turning to start walking away clarisse began yelling instructions to you. “Wait! Make sure your breast plate is tight— oh! And be sure to wear a helmet an—-“

“I got it clarisse!” You laughed back at her, giving her a final wave.

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The games had already began with you being in charge of reclaiming the flag with Luke and his team.

Stepping through the forest you carefully looked around worried that maybe someone would jump out. Which like it was a movie happened. Red team kids running out with blades swinging. Blue team defending themselves and you mentally scolding yourself for not wearing enough armor.

Before you even realized it you had a deep cut in your calf. Landing on the ground with a cry of pain you looked back instantly having to dodge the falling camper.

“You good!” Luke shouted helping you up, limping some you found your balance breathlessly nodding. The red team currently had either been knocked to the ground or retreated in fear.

“The flags up ahead.. behind Zeus’s fist if I’m correct” you took a stance against a tree, using it as support. “I’m gonna stay here”

“You’re sure you’re fine” he asked cautiously. Even though luke knew clarisse couldn’t touch him he still didn’t want to hear her mouth afterwards.

You nodded giving him a semi confident look. “Just go” You chuckled sending him off.

Though it was quiet for a while you heard a crying like sound. Confused you pushed off the tree and started limping towards the noise. Through the trees and down to the creek you saw a hurt hell hound.

Most times you would of killed a monster without hesitation but this time… this time she wasn’t a monster. It seemed crazy but this hell hound almost seemed domesticated.

Slowly walking towards her You knelt down beside the dog. At first she bared her teeth at you acting as though you wanted to hurt her, but once she realized you meant no harm she pressed her snout against you.

Once gaining her trust you began to examine her leg. Realizing it was broken you made the conscious decision to quickly leave to grab some sticks for a splint. Petting the hound softly you got up limping away some.

The ground was filled with a multitude of twigs though finding your two heafty pieces of wood was easy. The sound of the conch and a campers scream filled your ears, nearly running back to the creek you saw about all of the kids from the two teams with clarisse and Luke in the creek, their weapons aimed at the hound that looked as tough she was going to attack.

“Stop! Oh my gods stop!” You screamed running in-front of her causing clarisse to dodge to the side and roll fully into the creek.

“Move!” She shouted. The other campers looking equally confused as you shouted a no back at her. “Are You insane?! Don’t go near it” clarisse scrambled out the water to quickly grab your arm.

You turned around trying to pull free only to be unsuccessful. The tension around you made you want to cry but right now isn’t the time. “I need you to trust me… please” you practically begged.

She looked you up and down with a look of worry before gently letting you go. Without another thought you knelt down to the dog, ripping your shirt in half exposing your stomach and began wrapping the hounds broken hind.

The dog was huge, given that she was a monster she was bigger than even a Doberman and beefier than a pit but that didn’t mean she was aggressive.

A few of the other councilors walked down to the water with Chiron standing on a rock near by. “She’s harmless!” You shouted trying to get the defensive campers to become calm. “See! If she wanted to hurt anyone she would of!”

Your urgency only convinced maybe a handful of kids. “It’s a monster.” Clarisse scoffed.

“Yet she didn’t try to bite me when I put her leg into a splint” You corrected. The hound nudged her head into your leg in a comforting way, trying to get your hand to begin to pet her.

Annabeth took a step forward, extending a hand the hound sniffed her before licking up her arm. “Seems harmless to me” the wise girl shrugged.

Chiron made his way down looking across the water and holding a hand up signaling for every camper to relax. “This game is dismissed. Grover summon the Cloven council, get them to set up a meeting so we can figure out what to do for the hound, and for you.. keep her with you until we have a plan”

———

The following week camp halfblood had a new pet. A hellhound you named Rosie.

Sitting with clarisse by the lake letting the water run over your legs from the docs. I’m the distance you saw Rosie swimming around enjoying playing with the water naiads.

“How did you know she wasn’t ruthless” clarisse asked turning her head to look at you.

“I guess the same way I knew you weren’t as mean as everyone assumes. It’s your aura, Rosie’s was soft and hurt begging for any form of kindness” you turned looking at her. The sun light casted across clarisses features illuminating her eyes and skin. “Your so beautiful” you smiled leaning over and softly kissing her

Clarisse smiled wide returning the kiss. She pulled away only keeping her hand on the side of your face. “What did I do to deserve someone like you”

You shrugged your shoulders happily. “Working out helped”

She pulled away with a playful attitude. Causing you to laugh and reach out to her once more.

#lesbian #wlw #clarisse la rue #clarisse pjo #clarisse x reader #percy jackson fanfiction #clarisse larue #clarisse my beloved #percy jackson show #pjo fandom #clarisse x female reader #clarisse la rue x reader #clarisse x you

[doitforbangchan]

Partition - Hyunjin

Requested by my new bestie @jehhskz ❤️ I appreciate you so much for supporting my writing and sincerely hope you enjoy ☺️

Masterlist

Hyunjin x reader

Warnings: Smut, unprotected sex, cursing, semi public sex (no one’s watching but someone’s around), kissing, mild dom! hyunjin, not proof read

MDNI 18+

WC: 1.2K

His mouth was intoxicating.

Hyunjins kisses were always like that. Full of passion, and so so soft.

Currently he has you cornered into a wall in his dressing room. Him and the other members had to do a talk show in New york and were, for once, given their own personal dressing rooms.

The second he was through that door you attacked him with a hug, telling him how good he did and how proud you are. You know that sometimes he needs the reassurance.

Reassurance really wasn’t he was looking for though- as he immediately pressed you into the nearest wall,mouth finding yours in a frenzy.

Hyunjin trailed his nimble fingers down to your thighs and under your skirt, coming to rub at your core through your underwear.

“Need you now, my love.” He mumbled against your lips.

You answered him with a tug to his beautiful hair, pressing your body further into him looking for more friction from his fingers.

Sensing your motives, he quickly removed his hand from your core and pushed your panties down your thighs. The garment limply falling down to your ankles and you stepped one leg out.

You brought your own hands down to shove his pants down just enough to reveal his cock from its confines.

“Please Jinnie.” you whined when he hooked one of your legs around his waist.

“Shhh sweet girl, I'll give you what you want.”

Just as he was lining himself up to push into you, there was a sudden knock on the door.

Hyunjin halted his actions with a frustrated sigh.

“What?” He called out.

“Hey Hyun, i know you’re… busy but the staff need to clean up and get going soon so you’re ride is here to take you to the hotel..” He heard Chan's voice through the door.

Hyunjin let out a deep breath before replying. “Yeah ok. We’ll be right out.” he pressed a peck to your lips before he pulled away.

“My love..” you wanted to cry. He was so close to giving you his dick.

“I know baby, we gotta go though. We can continue this later. I promise.” Then he buttoned his pants and pulled your panties back up over you.

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When Chan said ‘ride’ you were sure it meant a taxi. Not a limousine just for you two to take back to the hotel.

‘Wow, I guess being on Americas number one talk show has its perks’ you thought.

Climbing in the back you found it to be very spacious, plenty of legroom.

Once Hyunjin was situated beside you the vehicle started moving towards your destination. On the other side of the city.

You curled into your boyfriend's left side, your hands playing with his fingers. To anyone looking it would appear that you’re just two lovers resting, but if they looked close enough they would notice the dirty smirk on Hyunjins face. This was perfect.

He called out to the driver “Do you mind if we close the partition? We might take a little nap before we get there.”

“Not a problem, sir” the driver responded then proceeded to raise the screen.

Once it was up completely up Hyunjin looked down at you with a wicked smile. His eyes had a glimmer of mischief.

He spoke in a low tone, what could be considered a whisper “ Make sure to keep quiet, my love.”

With a sudden quickness your boyfriend pushed you onto his lap and laid himself down on the seat.

You yelped in surprise, not expecting his movements. He yanked you down softly to capture your lips with his. Probably to silence your mouth.

His one hand held your mouth to his while his other hand found purchase on your hips, his soft skin causing goosebumps to erupt on your own.

You lightly ground yourself core into his, your neediness never going away from your previous rendezvous.

Hyunjin let out a whimper against your lips. Now he has released your face and used both hands to guide your hips over his.

“Lemme get my pants down, then you can ride me all you want sweetheart.”

You helped him bring his garments down his thighs once more, his member slapping up against his stomach, a drop of precum smearing against his toned skin. It made your mouth water. You would definitely need to suck on that later.

You used one hand to pull your panties to the side, and he used his to line himself up- before pushing into you with a slow even thrust.

You opened your mouth to let out a groan at the feeling but Hyunjin knew it was coming and yanked you down to his mouth once more.

He let you go once he was fully seated inside.

“Now what did i say about keeping quiet, hmm?” He asked you in a teasing voice. “If you continue to make all those pretty noises then we can’t do this anymore. Is that what you want? You wanna stop?”

You shook your head hastily.

“That’s what I thought. Now be my good girl and keep your mouth shut.”

You adjusted yourself in his lap, hands coming to his chest to steady yourself before you began riding Hyunjin like your life depended on it.

The handsome man under you was biting his lip trying his best to keep in his moans, but fuck you we’re squeezing his dick so tightly.

He was sure he was addicted to your pussy.

You both were so worked up from the foreplay back in the dressing room, in no time you were on the brink of orgasm.

“Almost there Jinnie.” you whispered between pants.

He knew you needed that extra push to get there,

so he brought his digits to your clit, his quick circles being exactly what you needed.

You covered your mouth before the moan could escape, tears leaking from your eyes at the pleasure.

Watching you get caught up in your orgasm brought Hyunjin to own.

Though unlike you, he wasn’t able to keep his sounds to himself. His breathy moans breaching through his lips and it was you who had to shut him up this time.

You slapped your hand over his mouth, muffling him best you could. Hopefully the driver was none the wiser to your antics. But you had a feeling you weren’t that lucky.

When Hyunjin had finally come down from his high he slowly removed you from his lap, his pulling out causing the cum he filled you with to seep out of your hole. His eyes widening at the sight and his dick throbbing. If he wasn’t so spent he would fuck it back into you.

He adjusted his dick back into his pants just in time as the driver lowered the partition ever so slightly to alert you both that the hotel was just ahead, his voice sounded shy.

You thanked the driver earnestly, then gave your lover a sweet kiss. “Let’s go, lover boy. I can feel your cum dripping into my panties- time for a shower.”

He smirked lazily at you, fingers tapping on your leaking pussy,

“Shower? Nah, I think I want dinner.”

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[nynxhaswritersblockk]

A small Lucifer x reader!!

Reader's gender isn't mentioned btw!! Ya'll are just comforting him<3

"Lucifer is the angel who fell, but Azazel is the angel who chose to fall"

Ten thousand years ago, when Lucifer and Lilith were banished into hell and forced to become the first fallen angels in history, a certain angel became more and more rebellious everyday. Going against all decision heaven made, destroying plans and causing chaos wherever they could. It wasn't long until that angel was revealed to be Y/N, Lucifer's former bestfriend, the one angel that was against banishing the two lovers in the first place. But heaven didn't banish them, no, the seraphims knew that if they did it would only make Y/N happy and feed into their plans. So heaven forced them to stay, until adam died and came to heaven, the first ever man. He became fond of Y/N, until he learned of their relation to Lucifer and then they fell. Not in the typical sense, Y/N didn't get banished or thrown out of heaven, they jumped. A decision they made one night, their good intention quickly turning dark due to the nature of hell, along with their feelings which soon turned cold. Lucifer despised his friend's decision, even going as far as hating and avoiding them, but that never stopped Y/N from visiting or checking up on Lucifer in any way they could.

That is how we got here. Lucifer is laying in his bed, curled up under the blanket as tears continue to rolls down his cheeks, face all red and puffy while he quietly sobs. The glass door to his balcony opens and someone steps inside, the sound of a silk coat falling to the carpet floor lets Lucifer know who it is. Y/N. A weight on the bed behind Lucifer, laying down next to him as he's slowly pulled into the person's arms. "What's troubling you?" You ask softly, your voice just barely above a whisper. "Nothing. Just don't bother." Lucifer spits out, wanting to be left alone. "I can tell something's wrong, you're crying" You insist with a huff, as you cuddle up to him a little. "Lilith left. And she took Charlie with her." Lucifer finally mumbles out between a few sobs, turning around to face you, now scooting closer. "Did she say anything?" Lucifer doesn't respond, as you gently rub his back to comfort him. "It'll be okay. She'll come back, I'm sure. She loves you, Lucifer" You mumble out softly, hurting yourself more than intended.

Lucifer doesn't notice, he never has. As his eyes have always been and always will be on Lilith, while you are just the second best option. He gently wrappes his arms around you, laying his head on your chest. "I don't know about that" Lucifer admits, biting his lip. "Why?" you question, completely oblivious to whatever is going on. "I think-" He stops himself for a moment, trying to find the right words. "I think I made the wrong decision by marrying Lilith" He mumbles out, your hand gently running through Lucifer's locks, waiting for him to explain. "Even if it's been ten thousand years, I realised that I love someone else. I fear that it's too late to tell them now." He explains, softly sobbing into your chest, though he's definetely calmed down a bit. "It's never too late" You say with a small chuckle, your hands still playing with Lucifer's golden locks.

"Y/N," Lucifer once again stops himself as his voice cracks. "Ssh, it's okay." You brush a few strands of hair out of his face with a smile. "Rest now, we can talk later." He wants to speak, but can't find the words and therefore keeps quiet. After sometime he eventually falls asleep in your arms and you can't help but blush, a small smile gracing your delicate features. "If only he knew." you thought to yourself, while all Lucifer could think was "if only they knew."

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel x reader #lucifer magne #lucifer morningstar #lucifer hazbin hotel #lucifer magne x reader #Lucifer Morningstar x reader #he's so silly

[luveline]

eddie and roan | you realise how happy you are, which leads to some late night tears. eddie comforts you, and roan wants a hug too ♥︎ dad!eddie munson x fem!reader

The filter on the fish tank makes a droning but quiet sound. You wonder how Lucky the fish is faring with his Christmas themed decorations, and struggle to think back on the day and remember if he's been fed his allotted pinch of fish flakes. 

You can't move to check. 

Sorry, Lucky, you think, looking down at your small family with a big smile. Eddie's wiped, sleeping deeply enough that his lips have parted, and you can feel the heat of every breath he exhales against your neck. His hair tickles you with each rise and fall of his shoulders. 

Rammed to your ribcage lies his daughter Roan. She's slipping further and further into your lap, tiny hand pressed to your tummy, heat lining every contiguity between you. Like Eddie, she runs hot. With their warmth on each side and the air conditioning up high, you're definitely sweating. Your stomach gurgles passionately, dinner a forgotten ideal, and you've needed to use the bathroom for the last twenty minutes. You're hungry, the fish is hungry, but you refuse to disturb them. 

Roan looks like she's made of silk when she sleeps. Eyes closed sweetly, lashes skimming the skin under her eyes, there isn't a wrinkle to be found on her smaller face, no stress, no lines. She has a freckle under her lips, like Eddie has a freckle under his eye, a dark beauty mark that you touch very gently. She smiles in her sleep.

This is everything you've ever wanted. Everything you thought you might never have. 

Eddie had fallen asleep trying to soothe you, your arm pulled loosely to his chest, his callused fingertip stroking long, feather light lines down the length of your arm over and over as you'd watched TV. A Charlie Brown Christmas is long over. You've muted the sound altogether, advertisements flashing up one after another. 

Eddie's hand twitches around your wrist, pulling you closer, and in tandem, Roan's hand rubs over your midriff like she's looking for you. They push in closer. 

You think of all the times you've worried about being alone. How often have you cried over that? Terrified you'll never find someone. A very private, and yet very widespread fear. That you'll be alone forever, and that it will hurt the whole time. 

You'd just — you'd seen him and Roan in the grocery store for the tenth time, in his overalls with his hair a little bit limp from a full day, and Roan had been younger but not any less lovely, and it had been terrible timing, really, but you couldn't not speak to him. 

The way he'd spoken to her had clued you in to his heart. You know now that he's a dick, a sweetheart but a fucking dick, who's sarcastic and picky and play fights at the first sign of mutiny. He does ridiculous stuff in bed that should kill the mood and never does, he makes you feel loved everywhere you go. And loving him is just as fun as being loved by him; kissing him all softly to get your way and to watch his lovesick defeat; brushing his hair straight out of the shower while the water drips on your shirt so you can curl each piece one at a time around the handle; crawling up the length of the bed and into his lap to watch him try to hide his blush. You'd do a lot of bad things for him if it meant he'd be happy and safe.  

You'd do even worse to protect Roan. 

This is it, right? You and Eddie are getting married. Roan loves you as a daughter loves their mom. It's two days until Christmas, you're first together in the home you've made, and they're both sleeping soundly. 

You don't really realise you're crying. You're so happy, and your eyes start to sting, hand carding through Roan's unbound hair in a fruitless attempt at self-soothing. 

You tremble with tears. They aren't dramatic, there's no sobbing, just cheesy happy tears with a great big smile the whole time. Still, your sniffling wakes one of your babies, the bigger mess of curls scratching over your collar. 

"Hey," Eddie mumbles, "was I sleeping, lovebug?" He crosses his hand over your chest. It lands unapologetically in the curve of your neck.

"Lovebug?" you ask, tears abating quick, replaced by a cheerful and startled laughter. 

"Is it too late to try new ones?" He sits up, hand to your jaw, your face, then dropped as he leans away. His back clicks three different times. "Sorry if I was heavy."

"Eddie, you're not heavy" you say quietly. In what world have you ever cared? He can climb all over you any hour of the day for the rest of time if he likes. 

"Ro slept too?" He scrubs his eyes, pulls all the hair out of his face, and catches you red handed, wiping tears off of your tacky cheeks. 

"It's not-" 

"What's wrong?" 

"-what it looks like," you finish. 

"No, seriously, what's wrong?" His tone leaves no room for argument. 

"I was thinking about you. About us. I'm really happy, you know?" Tears rise up again. "I'm so happy. So, so happy, Eddie." 

There aren't any other words to describe how you're feeling. This is pure, constant happiness. Sure, you and Eddie argue sometimes, Roan can be hard to handle, work sucks and everything is too expensive, but you're happy. Life is what you want.

"My love," Eddie says grandly, a hint of genuineness softening his otherwise theatric delivery, "don't cry, I'm begging you. Not over that." 

He moves in without hesitation for a hug. "Are you real?" he asks, lips pressed to your cheek, arms an irreplaceable security needle behind your back. "Come on. Love you so much, you know that? And I'm- so happy you're happy. M'happy too. Gonna make us this happy forever." 

"I'm so lucky," you add, and that's it, you're dissolving into tears underneath him. He tsks, doubling down his comforting efforts. 

"Are you okay?" he asks. 

"I'm fine." 

"Are you sure? Is there something that's making you think about all of this?" 

"Only good things. I promise." 

"Okay." He rubs your back, kissing the side of your head. "God, you freaked me out. Not that you can't tell me everything, 'cause you can, but I really wasn't expecting it. Like, shock horror." 

You laugh, giddy, his touch and his voice both working to relax you. "Chill, lovebug." 

He snorts, digs his nose into your neck like a shithead.

You feel smaller arms come to life, a warm body trying desperately to worm its way between you and Eddie. 

"Let me in," Roan complains sleepily. "I want a hug too." 

You're reluctant to let Eddie go, even though it's Roan, because it might've just been the best hug you've ever had. You and Eddie part on the left to let her in, and you kiss her cheeks in sync without meaning two. She smells amazing, baby shampoo and Johnson's almond and honey soap. 

"Is it Christmas yet?" Roan asks. 

Tired and yet her priorities stay the same. 

"Not yet, babe." Eddie pats her back, placating. "Can you hear that? That sound, like thunder?" 

"Yeah?" 

"That's Y/N's stomach. Come help dad make dinner?" 

Roan kisses you and sighs as Eddie picks her up like she weighs nothing. She holds out her hands to you, bleary eyes widening in surprise. 

"Save me," she pleads, a soft mirror of her dad's drama. 

"Don't save her, she's fine." 

You stand up, stretch, and watch them both disappear around the corner of the hallway toward the kitchen. "I'm gonna save her," you call. Your voice drops to a murmur. "After I feed poor Lucky." 

#eddie and roan #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x reader fluff #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson fanfic #dad!eddie munson x reader #dad!eddie munson #stranger things fanfic #stranger things fanfiction #eddie munson fluff

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𝐌𝐈𝐃𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐒

Summary: Natasha has been gone for a while, you just couldn’t handle it any longer.

Word count: 1047

Warnings: Mentions of insecurity, crying, “bad” thoughts? (not like BAD bad just like- bad?), fingering, mirror sex, aftercare, cuddling, first smut fic, idk let me know if i missed something, this is not proof read

a/n: This is for Abby’s birthday!!!! and her fic in general- anyways!!!! happy birthday abbs!! @abbyromanoff

There was a certain silence in the compound that evening. Your girlfriend had been out on a mission for the past few weeks and everything just seemed to fall apart. From the small snarky marks Bruce made at you, to Natasha no longer being able to answer your calls at night.

You could hear the soft patter of rainfall against the windows of the compound outside, curled up in the hoodies that you could find that still smelt of Natasha. You hadn’t had much energy to do much of anything except stay in bed and just get lost in your thoughts.

Just a few more thoughts sent you over the edge. How could Natasha like someone like you? A beautiful, stunning, Russian goddess and you were nothing. You got up for a second and stumbled a bit as you made your way over to the full length mirror. You stared at yourself for a moment. It seemed so easy to pick out each and every mistake and thing wrong with you.

You hated the way your hair looked. It wasn’t thick, it wasn’t straight, it wasn’t good enough. You lifted your shirt up slightly. You hated every bit of it. The tummy you had, the scars and marks, you hated all of it. Your legs were too long, your eyes were too far apart, your nose too big, breasts too small. How could Natasha love you of all people? The thought sent pure cold fear into your heart and you sank to the floor in a heap, curling up and crying quietly into yourself.

Natasha arrived back at the compound a few minutes later. She was beyond happy to be back, but more than happy to go see you. She had felt horrible about not being able to see you over FaceTime while she was away, but she knew seeing you in person was better than anything in the world.

The redhead made her way up to your shared room and opened the door slowly. She frowned softly at your state and made her way over to you slowly, a gentle hand coming down to rub at your back. She was a little shocked by the way you cried and latched onto her, yet she sat down and pulled you onto your lap to let you cry it out.

There was a bit of quiet after you had stopped. Natasha hadn’t said anything yet and only pressed a kiss to your head as you sniffled. The assassin could easily tell you weren’t just crying because you were happy to see her.

“Detka” Natasha whispered softly, a gentle thumb coming to softly wipe away your tears. You sniffled a little and gazed up at her.

“What happened princess? What’s running around in that pretty little head of yours?” A gentle kiss to your head finished the question. You struggled to find the words you wanted to get out, it just seemed impossible.

“Why are you with someone like me? How do you love me when you know there are people like Wanda who are just absolutely stunning and they just take everyone's breath away? Nat I- I just can’t.I’m not perfect enough for you, I’m not good enough for you.” You rambled out quickly.

Natasha stared down at you and shook her head. “No precious, that is not the case at all.” She whispered quietly, gently taking your waist and turning you around to face yourself in the mirror.

“You are so beautiful my love, and I’m going to show you that.” Natasha was getting rid both of your clothes just a few moments later, both becoming exposed to the mirror that sat in front of you. Natasha’s hands came up to gently squeeze at your boobs whilst her other tilted your chin towards the mirror.

“Don’t take your eyes off of yourself, alright?” Natasha mumbled into your ear. You only nodded slightly as Natasha made marks along your neck. “My sweet girl, so perfect. I love everything about you” she whispered, sending tingles down your body.

Natasha smirked a little, her hand that was once holding your chin in place coming down to gently rub at your pussy. You gasped quietly, whimpering out as Natasha played with you.

She was an expert with her hands, her fingers delving into sweet warm walls. You moaned out at that, clenching around her. Natasha smiled and kept making sure you were watching yourself. Anytime you dared look away she would stop. You caught on quick enough, Natasha pressing faster.

“Say you’re beautiful baby, say it and you can cum” Natasha whispered into your ear. You were shuddering, a moaning mess reduced to nothing from her, yet you knew what you wanted. “I’m beautiful” You cried out, making Natasha smile softly as you came around her fingers.

Natasha pulled out slowly, pushing her fingers into your mouth to suck them clean. You watched through the mirror, taking deep breaths to get yourself to relax and calm down. Natasha scooped you up into her arms and brought you into the bathroom, turning on the bath for you. She put in some bubble bath, knowing just how much you loved it.

You gazed up at Natasha lovingly as she washed you with the utmost softness, being careful to not be rough with you. Eventually Natasha finished and gently picked you up from the bath, drying you off with a soft hum. She got you changed into one of her hoodies and brought you to bed, letting you cuddle up to her.

“I love you, Nat” you whispered, already drifting off to a peaceful slumber in your girlfriend's embrace.

Natasha smiled “I love you too” she whispered back, pressing a soft kiss to your hair and falling asleep to the rain that sounded outside.

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You're Safe Here With Me (Spencer Reid x Fem!reader)

A/N: hi there! this is the first time I'm publicly sharing fic i wrote and I'm really nervous about it, please be nice 😅

I was rewatching season 8 and wanted to write something about comforting Spencer after Maeve died. Hope you enjoy! <3

-Mod Angel

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I couldn’t get his sad face out of my head. 

What he was going through… it was horrible. I couldn’t even imagine what kind of thoughts were going through his mind right now. 

I fidgeted as I walked up the stairs of his apartment building. I wasn’t sure if he’d want to see me, but I had to try. 

When I came to his door, I took a deep breath before knocking. 

No answer. 

I knocked again. “Spence?” I asked softly. “Are you there?”

Still no answer. I thought I heard movement in the apartment, so I figured I’d try my luck. “… Can I come in?”

There was a little pause of hesitation before I heard the door unlock. It didn’t open, it just unlocked. I heard more movement that sounded like it was getting farther away. 

I took that as a signal and turned the knob, slowly opening the door. “Spence…?” I asked again, walking in and closing the door behind me. He didn’t answer, but I heard movement on the couch.

I walked toward the couch, putting my hands on top of it as I looked to see him curled up and looking at the floor. He wore paisley pajamas and a robe. It was weird to see him so dressed down.

“Hey…” I spoke softly, trying to make my voice as comforting as possible. He stirred a bit, but he didn’t look at me. 

I sighed and moved to the front of the couch, crouching down so I was level with him. Finally, he looked up at me with those big, sad eyes of his. I could tell he had been crying. 

“… is it okay if I sit down?” I asked after a moment. 

He slowly nodded and sat up slightly so there was room for me to sit by his feet. I slowly lowered myself onto the couch, and he sat up a bit more to look at me, hugging his knees to his chest.

I gave him a sad look back. “Everyone is worried about you” I said softly, not wanting to push him, but needing him to know we all care about him. “Obviously no one expects you to be okay… but we need you to know we’re here for you if you need help.”

He closed his eyes and nodded slowly. “Thank you…” he spoke for the first time since I got here, his voice deep and quiet. 

I just nodded at him. “Of course. I’m glad you let me in here. I know you must not want to see anyone right now, so… thank you for letting me in.”

He nodded again, hugging his legs closer to his chest. “I know you just want to help.” His voice was still low, barely above a whisper. He sounded a little shaky. 

 I looked at him sympathetically. “Do you want to talk about it?” I asked softly. 

He closed his eyes for a moment, as if thinking it over. He was obviously fighting the urge to keep everything inside. “Do you ever feel like… like the universe is working against you?”

I gave him another sad look. “Spence…”

He took a deep breath before continuing. “My whole life, I’ve felt like I could never have what everyone else has. A normal life. I kept busy with school and work and tried not to think about it, but I… I craved that little bit of normalcy. Someone to spend my days with. Someone who could…” He swallowed a bit. “Someone who could show me the few things I didn’t know… and now…” A few tears started to fall from his eyes. “Now I know I’ll never have that.”

I moved closer to him without thinking, my hands moving to wipe the tears from his cheeks. “Hey, don’t say that… this wasn’t your only opportunity. Someday, someone’s going to show you what it’s like to be loved like that.”

His eyes caught mine when I touched his face. I didn’t even realize I had done it; my body had moved on its own. 

I started to pull my hand away. “I’m sorry…” I started, lifting my hand off his face. But then his hands found mine and moved it so I was cupping his cheek again. He closed his eyes and kept his hands on mine, holding my hand to his face. 

I moved a little closer, my other hand moving to stroke his hair. “It’s okay…” I spoke quietly, trying to soothe him. I didn’t think he’d want to be touched like this. It made my heart ache to see him so broken like this. 

Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to him and resting his head on my shoulder. After a moment of shock, I wrapped my arms around him, rubbing soothing circles on his back and resting my chin on top of his head. 

We sat there like that for a few moments, neither of us saying anything, just sitting in silence as I comforted him as much as he needed. 

After a moment, he pulled away, rubbing his eyes. He took a deep breath to try to calm himself down. “Sorry…” he whispered. 

I shook my head. “No need to apologize. I’m here to be whatever you need, Spencer. And if what you need is a shoulder to cry on, I’m glad to be that for you.”

He nodded slowly, looking at me again with those big eyes of his. He hesitated for a moment before speaking. “Did you… really mean that?”

I gave him a slightly puzzled look. “Did I mean that I’m here for you?”

He shook his head. “Did you mean it… when you said someone’s going to show me what it’s like to be loved?” His eyes looked almost pleading when he asked this. 

I reached up to touch his cheek again. “Of course I mean it. There’s… there’s so much to love about you. It’s only a matter of time before someone realizes how special you are and… and they know that you’re someone they should never let go…” I looked into his eyes intensely as I spoke, the words just flowing out of my mouth before I realized what I was saying. 

He looked at me so sweetly, his gaze softening as he listened to me. “You… you really think that about me?”

“I…” I started, moving my hand away from his face. I knew this wasn’t what he needed right now. All the grief was still so fresh; I didn’t need my own feelings making him feel complicated. I didn’t want to take advantage of him when he was being so vulnerable with me. “I didn’t mean… I’m sorry. You don’t… you don’t need me saying these things to you right now…”

He shook his head, his gaze more intense. “I do.” he said, his voice a little louder, a little more sure now. He took a deep breath and I saw his eyes move down to my lips for a moment. 

I met his eyes, my breath quickening as I felt the moment between us changing. “I… I don’t need to… to make you feel like you need to rush into something… your emotions are still fresh, I shouldn’t be interfering with them.”

He moved a little closer to me. “I… I need you.” His voice was a whisper, just loud enough for me to hear. “And I… I need you to tell me… to show me that I’m not going to be alone for the rest of my life.”

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to let my better judgment take over. But he looked so hurt. It was just something to comfort him… it was something he needed. 

I opened my eyes and nodded, leaning in a little. “You’re not going to be alone, Spence. We’re… I’m here to let you know that.” 

His breath quickened as he leaned in closer. We inched closer, closer, until our mouths finally found each other. I tried to absorb all his sadness and grief and pain, tried to fill him with the love and comfort and kindness that he deserved. I made the kiss last so he could understand that everything was going to be okay. Kiss it, make it better, the old saying goes. 

After a few moments, we pulled away, his eyes opening and finding mine. He looked… a little better. He looked much more calm, as if those few moments were all he needed. At least for now. I knew I couldn’t just take all his sadness away forever like that. But it warmed my heart that it seemed to help. 

He looked at me with those big, pleading eyes of his. “Can you… stay for a while?”

I nodded and smiled a bit, my hand stroking his hair gently. “Of course. I’ll stay for as long as you need.”

. . .

I started spending a lot of time at Spencer’s apartment. We spent the time doing whatever we could think of: watching tv, playing board games, just talking… whatever he needed to keep his mind busy. I was always there when he needed company. I was there so often that he started keeping my favorite foods in his kitchen, probably as a peace offering when he felt bad I was spending so much time there. I tried to tell him I really don’t mind, but he insisted it wasn’t a problem. 

When words weren’t enough to comfort him, we’d go back to that kiss. But we didn’t spend all our time kissing, and it was never anything more than that. It was just when he needed a little more reassurance, a little extra affection. 

He started asking me to stay the night, explaining that everything felt worse when he was alone in bed. I knew he didn’t mean it in any way that wasn’t innocent. He had only the most pure intentions. 

The first night, he let me borrow some of his clothes because he didn’t want me to leave to get my own pajamas. He let me go to the bathroom to change, letting me have my privacy. Not overstepping anything. 

I climbed into bed with him, holding him like he needed me to. I’d do anything to take his sadness away. He knew that, but he never did anything that wasn’t well-intentioned. I knew he wouldn’t take advantage of my kindness the same way he knew I wouldn’t take advantage of his vulnerability. 

After that night, I always brought my pajamas when I came to visit him. Our nights usually ended with me holding him until we both fell asleep. He had a lot of nightmares, which was understandable. He’d wake up crying in the middle of the night and I’d soothe him back to sleep. Shh, shh, it’s alright. I’m here. 

When he fully woke up in the morning, he would always apologize that he was waking me in the middle of the night. I told him I really didn’t mind. I told him that the last time I went through a breakup, I had nightmares for a long time, and I didn’t go through something half as traumatic as him. He kept apologizing anyway, but he didn’t want me to leave, so he didn’t push too much. He apologized, but he still asked me to stay. And I always did. 

Eventually, he returned to work, and we stayed professional, but it was obvious something had changed between us. He’d always sit next to me, he’d bring me my coffee in the morning… Everyone must have noticed a change, but they didn’t say anything. 

Sometimes, if we were out on a case and he started feeling sad, he would come into my hotel room at night. I’d hold him until he started to feel better, and he would return to his own room to go to sleep. He never stayed in my room overnight; we both knew we’d have to explain everything to the team if they noticed we were spending the night together. And neither of us wanted to explain it. I don’t know if either of us could explain it. We just understood each other. Everyone else would twist it and make it something it wasn’t. 

Until one day, it was.

. . .

“I was thinking today we could actually go out somewhere.”

Spencer had called me on my cell phone, which was pretty rare considering his aversion to technology. Usually I just assumed I would come over to his apartment. He even gave me a key so I didn’t have to knock anymore.

“You want to go somewhere?” I asked. This was… new. “Like where?”

He cleared his throat. He seemed a little nervous. “I was thinking we could go out to dinner.”

I paused for a moment. I wasn’t sure if he meant it like… well, I was too afraid to ask what he meant by that. “Yeah, sure, we can do that,” I answered, trying to hide my own nervousness. “Where do you want to go? I can meet you there-“

“I was thinking I could pick you up,” he interrupted. I furrowed my brows. He didn’t usually like to drive. 

But, again, I was too afraid to question him. “… Okay. Yeah. Thanks. I’ll be ready in a few minutes.”

He let out a breath that he seemed to be holding the whole time he was waiting for me to answer. “Good. I’ll be there in a bit.” We said our goodbyes before hanging up. 

I took a deep breath and looked in my closet, wondering what I should wear. Usually I just threw on sweats when I came to his apartment because I knew I’d eventually be changing into pajamas anyway. 

Maybe a dress would be too much. Maybe he didn’t mean it in that way. I thought about his nervous voice, and how that nervousness turned to eagerness when I said yes. Did he… want this to be a date? His first date?

I decided on a plain cotton maxi tank dress. It was casual enough that it could pass off as a normal outfit. If this wasn’t what I thought, and he asked why I was dressed like this, I could just say I’m behind on laundry. He’d believe that, considering I don’t spend a lot of time in my own apartment anymore.

I put on a little makeup, just something subtle, before putting on the dress. I put my hair up in a bun and slipped into some flats to match the dress. Just as I was finished getting ready, I heard a knock at the door. 

I put my phone, wallet, and keys into a purse before throwing it over my shoulder and opening the door. 

Spencer seemed a little surprised, his eyes looking me up and down when he saw me in a dress. He was dressed basically exactly like he does at work: a button up, vest, dress pants, converse. He was wearing a jacket instead of a cardigan today. 

I blushed a little when I saw him looking at me so intensely. I broke the silence by shutting the door behind me, which seemed to snap him out of whatever thoughts he was having. “So…” I started. “Where are we going?”

He smiled down at me. I loved it when he smiled. I didn’t see him smile a whole lot since a lot of my time with him was when I was comforting him, but when he did smile it made my heart melt. 

He took my arm in his, which surprised me a little. “There’s a restaurant I’ve been meaning to check out. I figured we could try it together.” He started to lead me to his car. 

I smiled as we walked arm in arm. I was struggling a bit to keep up and I wished I had worn heels instead of flats. I always forgot just how tall he was. 

He opened the passenger side door for me, and I smiled at him as I sat down and he closed the door behind me, careful that my foot or my dress wouldn’t get caught in the door. He walked around to the driver’s side and started the car. 

We drove in silence for a few minutes. He was fidgeting a lot. I figured I needed to ask him what this was before we got there. I needed to know what he expected from me so I could give him exactly what he needed. 

“So…” I started. “Are you going to tell me what you’re thinking right now?”

He cleared his throat. “I’m thinking we’re going to dinner.” 

I sighed. I didn’t want to have to pry this out of him, but it looked like I was going to. “Spence. You hate a change in routine. And you hate trying new things. What’s up?”

He stirred in his seat a little bit. He let out a little sigh. “I…” he didn’t finish his thought. 

I looked at him, trying to catch his eye in the rearview mirror. “Is this… supposed to be a date?” My tone was soft to let him know it was alright. 

He tensed a little bit but nodded. 

“And you weren’t going to tell me that you wanted it to be a date?”

He hesitated a moment. “I was afraid you’d say no.” 

I gave him a soft look. “But you know it wouldn’t be a date if you didn’t tell me that it was supposed to be a date, right?”

He opened his mouth and closed it again before speaking. “I… didn’t really think that far,” he admitted.  

He pulled into the parking lot of the restaurant. He went to get out of the car but I stopped him by putting my hand on his arm. “Are you sure about this?” I asked. 

He gave me a look that was almost… scared. “Do you not want this? I’m sorry if I-“

“That’s not my issue” I cut him off. “I just… I want to make sure you’re ready for this.” Ready for us to change, I thought. But I didn’t say that out loud. 

He nodded determinedly, giving me an intense look. “I… I really love spending time with you, you know? And I really want something more between us.” He looked a little shy, but he spoke definitively. His voice was softer when he added, “you’re the only person I would even consider being with.”

I gave him a soft smile when he said that. “Really? Are you sure it’s not just because I helped you through something traumatic?” 

He took a deep breath before speaking again. “It’s become so much more than that. I can’t imagine not spending all my time with you. And… you make me feel so safe. I know I can count on you. I know you’d never hurt me.”

I just nodded at him. It was true. I would never, ever hurt him. And I felt the same way, I couldn’t imagine spending any less time with him. I always looked forward to coming over and just enjoying his company. 

I looked at him seriously. “This means things are going to change between us. Are you sure you want that?”

He shook his head as if dismissing my words. “That’s the thing, I feel like nothing is really going to change. We already spend so much time together, and we sleep in the same bed most of the time, and…” he looked away for a moment before continuing, speaking a little softer. “Every time we kiss, I get these butterflies. I’ve never felt that way before. Not since…” he trailed off, but he didn’t need to finish his sentence. I knew exactly what he was talking about. “And I never thought I would get a chance to have that feeling from something physical. The things between us… are actually tangible. I can reach out and touch you.” As if to prove his point, he placed a hand on my face. 

When he looked at me so intensely like that, it almost sent a shiver down my spine. I kept quiet so he would keep talking. My heart was swelling with every word he said, and I didn’t want him to stop. 

“So. If things changing between us just means that we go a little further, and we actually get to explore these feelings we have… then yes. I’m ready for things to change between us.” He reached for me and pulled me into a hug. 

I rested my head on his shoulder. “Oh, Spence… I’m so glad you trust me like this.” I pulled away to look into his eyes. “I’m gonna make sure everything is special. All of your firsts… I want to make sure I meet all of your expectations.” I smiled and gestured toward the restaurant. “Starting with your first date.”

He smiled back at me and took my hand in his. “I know you will. You already make me feel so loved; I know you’ll take good care of me.”

I nodded, squeezing his hand a bit. “Are you ready?” 

He nodded back as he started to get out of the car. “I’m so ready.”

. . .

Dinner went well. Everything between us always felt so easy, and this was no different. It definitely wasn’t a typical first date, considering how close we already were. But that just made it better. He was so relaxed after the initial nervousness of knowing this was his first date wore off. It felt so natural. 

When we finished up, he led me back to his car, opening my door for me again like such a gentleman. 

When he started the car, he turned to me. “I don’t really know the protocol for a first date… I know this isn’t a typical situation; would it be inappropriate for you to come back to my apartment?”

I smiled. “Usually, yes. But I figured I was going to spend some time there anyway. Should we go back to my apartment first so I can grab a change of clothes?”

He bit his lip. “You still want to spend the night?”

I grabbed his hand and stroked it with my thumb reassuringly. “I know things are changing now, but that doesn’t mean expectations need to change. Nothing is different tonight. We’re not gonna do anything different for now.” I reached up to cup his cheek. “We’re gonna take things slow. This won’t be any different than spending the night together as friends.”

He seemed to relax a little at that. He nodded and reversed the car, heading toward my apartment. 

I took a few minutes to take my makeup off and change into something more casual. I traded my purse for my usual bag and shoved my pajamas in it. Maybe something changed formally between us, but he was right. Nothing was really any different. We’d hang out like we always do. It was so natural. 

I climbed back in his car, and he smiled when he saw me dressed down again, like he had gotten used to seeing me. We headed back to his apartment and watched some tv like we always did. But now, we held each other a little closer. And I knew it wasn’t because he was sad. It was because he wanted to be close with me. 

We stayed like that until we both felt tired, and we headed to bed like we’d gotten used to at this point. 

I came out of the bathroom after changing into my pajamas. Spencer looked at me and smiled, opening his arms for me. I liked this excitement so much more than when I was here to just stop him from crying. 

I climbed into bed, letting his arms wrap around me as I rested my head on his chest. Everything felt so right. He stroked my hair as he moved the covers over us. After a minute, he turned to look at me, and I propped myself up on my elbow to look back at him. 

He spoke softly. “I know this is probably fast for just a first date, but… I have to say something. I’ve been thinking it for so long now and I need to tell you.”

My heart raced a bit as I anticipated what he was about to say. I was really ready for him to say it. 

He took a deep breath, cupping my cheek and looking into my eyes. “… I love you.”

My heart swelled and I smiled at him. “I love you too.”

Both of us were smiling brightly as we settled in like we usually did. Our nightly routine was staying the same, but it was so much sweeter now. I was really excited to see where this was going to take us.

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[rises the moon] 🌒🌓🌔(comforting boyfriend!König after a bad dream)

[SFW/Fluff/Comfort/wittle bit of angst?] ; he has a nightmare and you comfort him, self esteem issues, established relationship, gender neutral reader, no usage of y/n, written in second person, i lied i dont know how to write angst 🥲

[A/N] ; i just realised how the poll couldve been taken differently… sorry if yall were expecting boyfriend könig to comfort you!! (-_-;)

“Liebling?” A quiet voice called out from behind you.

You peered at him from the living room, eyes roaming over the giant man in your hallway clutching his pillow. You had awoken from thirst in the middle of the night, now reading a book on the couch to help your mind fall back asleep.

“Yeah? You alright?” You asked, a little worried by his body language.

When he didn’t respond you dropped your book, quickly rushing over to him.

“König? Something wrong?” You asked again, now much closer. He was breathing heavily.

He stared at you for a moment before averting his gaze and shaking his head.

“Oh- baby..” you clutched his face through his balaclava. He never took it off in front of you.

Through the dim light of the moonlight, you could faintly make out his teary red eyes, eyelashes still wet.

“Bad dream?” You continued, concern knitting your eyebrows. It was normal. Night terrors came with the job. He had been discharged for months but they still followed him. Every night.

He nodded meekly before dropping his head onto your shoulder. His arms wrapped around your body, enveloping it, caging it.

He was never one to talk about his feelings. Too weak. Too vulnerable. He was gonna get hurt if he was ever weak around you. What if you judged him? Hated him? You can’t love someone like him.

“No… its just…”

He took a deep breath. You could feel his weight lifting before resting back down on you.

“Sorry for interrupting your reading, Schatz…”

You placed a hand on his back, rubbing circles with your thumb. Your way of telling him that didn’t matter right now.

“You don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to. Okay?” You spoke softly, like a little breeze flowing past his ear.

You waited for a response but instead he grumbled before sinking more of his bodyweight onto you.

“Tired?” You asked him, hand still on his back.

He nodded, humming quietly.

You slowly pulled him back to bed, arms still wrapped tightly around your middle. Even by the time you reached the foot of the mattress, he still refused to let go.

“Hey, you need to let go or else I can’t lay down.” You tugged on him gently. His eyes stared at you for a second before opting to pull you into bed. The two of you fell on your sides, his arms continuing their tight squeeze around you.

His body shuffled closer to you until his head was tucked into your chest and his legs were entangled with yours.

For a moment, neither of you said a word.

“It felt so real.” His weak voice spoke.

You pulled him a little closer. Wrapped your arms around him a little tighter.

“Yeah?” You replied softly, pressing feather-light kisses to his temple.

“…you got hurt and I- Fick- there was no way and-“ his voice cracked a little.

You rubbed up and down his back.

“Hey, its alright. I’m aright. I’m right here, König.” You muttered softly against his head.

“I know, but it was so real…”

He squeezed you a little tighter.

“Y-Your blood- it was cold… so cold.” He shook against your body, still struggling to inhale and exhale.

The two of you had had this night many times. Sometimes you were out and he would call you crying. Some nights you woke up to a sweaty trembling mess curled up into your side. And some nights, the other side of the bed was cold, with him staying up and watching TV to avoid sleeping.

You threaded your fingers through his hair gently.

“Just another dream okay? I’m always going to be here for you.” You smiled down at him.

He stared up at you. His eyes widening before crinkling as tears spilt down his cheeks.

He quickly pushed his face against your collarbone. Out of your sight. Hidden away. A bad dream was one thing. Crying in front of you would just be more embarrassment and shame for him.

“Sorry.” He said, muffled against your shirt.

“s’okay… it’s okay.”

The two of you laid in silence. His heavy, stuttering exhales and your soft breaths. He pulled his head away from you and looked up at you with his red, tear-stricken eyes.

You stared at him curiously. What was he going to do now?

He slowly reached a hand to his face and started peeling his balaclava up, before stopping firmly at the centre of his nose bridge.

“Can I…?”

You nodded. “You don’t have to ask. You’re my boyfriend.”

He pulled you down to him, awkwardly pressing a kiss to your lips before releasing.

“I’d probably be a mess without you.” König said under his breath, barely stifling a voice crack.

“Me too.” You softly smiled.

dividers by @mmadeinheavenn

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[livingfast04]

Monster Au? - Part 5

partone parttwo partthree partfour II partsix TW: Panic attacks, references to past/current child abuse, a little bit of body horror (as always), mentions of disordered eating. ---

Steve whines loud and distressed even with his Mama cooing into his hair, his sides hurt- and he wants Dad too. But Dad isn’t here- and it’s not safe. 

She’s running her fingers through his hair, he knows she’s trying to calm him into shifting down, making himself his shapeless form. He can’t he’s not supposed to be and, and everything hurts- and- 

“Shhh, come on Baby. It’s okay, just relax it’s okay. Mama’s right here.” She clicks, and Steve pressed his face harder against her stomach, tucking his legs up. Mama dragged her fingers through his hair, cooing and talking softly. 

The door cracked open, and another body joined them on the bed. Steve curled towards his Dad like he was the sun. Big hands pressed against his skin- “Hey Bubba, deep breaths.” And Steve listened, sucked in a sharp breath, hard enough to start coughing. If Steve had thought his sides had hurt before they burned now, he whined, the noise scraping across a throat that wasn’t used to making any kind of noise.  Mama crooned, and Dad just, Dad just rubbed circles against his skin, over the edges of his spine. Over the scarring over road burns on his back. Down each visible knot of his bones, the way his skin was pulled taunt over a frame that it wasn’t built for. Steve sobbed, his body wrung out, exhausted despite the hours of actual sleep he had gotten for the first time in probably years.

Everything hurt, and he just wanted it to stop. 

His ears were ringing, and his head hurt, Steve choked on a sob. A hand cupped the back of his head, curling through his hair, Dad- Steve whined, pressing into the touch, craving the soft affection, deprived and desperate. Please, please- he warbled, pressing his face further against his Mama’s stomach. 

They were talking, he could tell, not that he could hear them, or understand them even if he wanted to. Everything was supposed to be safe, and now it wasn’t- and the house was violated- and he just wanted everything to be normal. 

Steve didn’t want to be like this, didn’t want to live like this. Maybe, maybe if he was human it wouldn't hurt so much, the isolation, and lashing out. He let out a soft cry, his lungs rattling at the force of his distress. He felt like someone had shoved him against something too hot, too warm. 

Lips were pressed against his ear, and Steve wished, wished he could understand- before.

Fingers closed around the back of his neck, pressure. It was, scruffed. His mind went empty, his mouth opened soundlessly. His Mama was still running her hands through his hair, lengthening hair, curling down his neck a little more, over his face. His body falling limp under the gentle pressure of his Dad’s big hands on the back of his neck. Ears still ringing, but the comfort was pleasant and- and, and familiar.  Steve was a frantic child, anxious and nervous. He cried easily, which wasn't that un-normal for young shapeshifters, dependent on parents, and gathered pack, Cubs were normally shuffled away for years before anyone outside of a close knit group would ever see them.

It was harder for Steve when he was really small, carried a lot, scruffed when tears and panic couldn’t be quelled with words. If the body and mind were distressed enough, it would calm, a simple level of pressure around the back of his neck.

Steve cooed, the first comfort noise he’d let out in months. It soothed over the rough treatment of his throat, he cooed again, letting out a soft click, relaxing down against the bed. His fingers curling and uncurling.

His body relaxed for the first time in months, slipping shapeless and more monsterish. Steve hummed, shifting his face against the warmth of his parents and blinked sluggishly. 

Mind pleasantly quiet. It was just as easy to fall asleep as it had been last night, fuzzy around the edges, calm. Empty of anxiety. Sure Steve knows logically he was about to have several uncomfortable conversations with his parents, and the anxiety was going to come back. And Everything would be bad, because the Party- Pack, was going to be so fucking upset with him. Steve would be lucky if they even wanted anything to do with him ever again- 

But, his Dad gave his neck another gentle squeeze. 

It was fine right now, it was fine, and it would continue to be fine because his parents were here, and they’d make sure it was fine. ---

It had been three weeks since anyone had seen Steve. 

Robin had been inconsolable. Eddie wasn’t fairing much better. 

The Harrington’s where staying in town indefinitely apparently, their fancy as hell car seen around town. Eddie only really knows all of this because the Kids won’t stop bitching about how they won’t leave so they can go back to the house. No matter how many times someone tells them that they can’t go back. 

Shit, Eddie had to bodily remove Dustin from the Hopper-Byer’s house for being a dick to Hopper for no reason. Loud and angry, yelling about how they can’t just lose their spot, and why did they even leave, it was theirs. 

Eddie doesn’t think that any of the kids get that Hopper could have been murdered in that house. That they didn’t see just how not human the Harrington’s had appeared. Almost half feral and more than ready to kill for their baby.

He glances at the group of adults sitting around the small table in the kitchen. Their voices were low, but- Eddie makes eye contact with Wayne, who stares back at him for a long moment before jerking his head in the most come here motion Eddie’s seen his uncle make to this date. He’s quiet, moving in the room, at least of all the whole group in the living room goes back up in arms over something that isn’t an easy fix. 

Joyce’s mouth snaps shut the second she catches sight of him, and Eddie rolls his eyes a little, sinking down slightly to rest his arms over the back of his uncle's chair. “Yeah Pops?” Eddie stares at Hopper over the top of Wayne’s head. Wayne grunts, lifting his head slightly, just slightly- to look up at him. “How’s Harrington doin’?” There’s a tone in his voice, rough but also defiant. Hopper growls, the noise quiet, but enough that his displeasure at Wayne’s question is known. Eddie snorts softly. 

His Uncle was older than probably anyone in this town. Wayne wasn’t even a part of “The Pack” not really, and he was only here because Eddie asked him to be. Well, because Hopper wanted another opinion on what to do about the whole “Harrington Family, and House” Situation. And Murray had been very loud in his displeasure at their actions. 

The Human had yelled loud enough that the whole house had been set off. Ranting on about laws, and how they could literally face so many legal issues due to their actions against Steve. The Harrington’s had a lot of power. A lot. 

Hopper had yelled back, it ended with Murray shouting about how they didn’t even know what kind of Creature- Supernatural Steve even was. And depending on that, there would be fucking hell to pay.

They all wanted to go back into the house, the kids were just being shits about it.

Eddie twisted his head to the side, he unfocussed on the boy’s in the living room. For a moment, he was a little overwhelmed by the almost sudden silence, but latched on to what he remembered Steve’s heartbeat sounding like. It was a steady thump against his ears. 

A little fast, but given that the boy was almost always anxious- it was a good sound. Some of the tension in his shoulders he didn’t even realize was there soothed out. Eddie hadn’t given himself the chance, or even the thought of checking in on Steve. Anger burning under his skin, but now- 

He slumped forwards a bit more. “Sounds good. Better,” He ran his tongue over his teeth, pushing flat against the sharpness of his canines. Eddie works his jaw, thinking over, focusing a little more on the faint thump. “It’s better than I remember it being.” 

Which really doesn’t say anything, Eddie focused in when Steve was dying, and clearly he’s been dying this entire time. So yeah, Steve’s heart beat is incredibly strong compared to what it had been three weeks ago. “Why’d ya wanna know Pops?” Wayne for all his years, and for all he puts up with Eddie, always makes that face when Eddie mimics some of Wayne’s accent. 

Or maybe he made that face because he doesn’t want to share with the rest of the table. “I just remember the Elder Harrington Boys bein’ rather cruel pair in School. Worried about the boy s’all.” Eddie blinked at his Uncle but nodded, that made sense. Part of him curled guilt, hot, angry. 

Steve felt so outcasted, so desperate for affection- that he possibly put himself in danger by calling for his parents. Steve’s heart gives a soft thump against his ears, if he focuses enough he feels like he should be able to hear the younger boy’s laugh. Ghost over his ears, make them twitch. 

Eddie’s chest feels empty when he realizes he can’t even really remember what it sounded like. Can’t remember the last time he heard it. 

“Could mean nothing,” He shrugs, making eye contact with Hopper across the table. “I mean, he might be, fine. Or the steady heartbeat is because we aren’t stressing him out so badly he’s self isolating.” Eddie’s not bitter. Not really, he can’t be mad at Hop, this isn’t his fault, and it’s certainly not Eddie’s. Sure it’s a group collaborative effort that they apparently all banded together to accidentally try and kill Steve-

All the blame isn’t going to fall on one person, no matter what Dustin wants to think. Steve was dying. From what they have gathered, Steve’s of course some kind of Supernatural. What kind, they really don’t fucking know. He’s not a Witch, they are all far too human for that.

Something a little less human, from the sounds, to the reactions- the noise Steve made when his mother opened that door. The clicking- Steve had hidden himself away to die, like a cat does when they know it's time. And they were going to let him. Because they were too caught up in thinking Steve was human. Eddie was too angry to even think about the fact that Steve smelled so distinctly like death- and sickness. Too used to the scent clinging to him- to his skin, to his blood, to his heart. 

“I still don’t see why we can’t approach the Harrington’s.” Joyce’s voice is quiet, she’s human enough to get away with not knowing everything the rest of them do. Eddie’s kind of jealous of the Witches in their group, they aren’t as torn up about the loss of the House as the rest of them are. But he’s grinding his teeth flat every time they try and offer what they think is an easy and viable solution.

Hopper makes a grunt-like noise, “It’s not that easy Joy. The Harrington’s have every right to kill me if I even get close to the house.” Hopper takes a deep breath, “And I’d let him.” It’s there, that point. They know, they’ve failed Steve. And it seems only a handful of people really want to accept that fact. 

It took Hopper a little, he’s still rougher about it, gruff and very Chief-like about it. But Eddie thinks he gets that just Hopper realizing he’s failed Steve. 

However Eddie has to hear “Friends don’t tell Lies” one more fucking time about Steve not telling them he was supernatural. He was going to start biting people. Better yet! Maybe actually sacrifice something to a higher power. Just to the kids to shut the fuck up. Better, better yet! Eddie might just kill Mike, just because. 

They sit in silence for a long moment.

Eddie stares at his hands, curled over the back of his uncle's chair. At the adults trying to pick apart the situation. “What, what if we didn’t bother with the house right now. Sure, it would be nice to go back.” Not really, Eddie can almost still smell the ghost of the depression that coated the surface of everything the second you left the communal living areas. “But, I-” Everyone is just looking at him. “I’d rather be talking to Steve again, than go back to that house. It’s not like we, you, don’t have space.” The Byers-Hopper house was more than big enough, they didn’t need all the extra rooms of the Harrington house, they didn’t need the room, not really. Eddie taps his lips with his shortened fangs.

Murray, who was surprisingly silent, for all that Eddie knows about the human. “No one in this house is getting back into the Harrington’s Home.” His voice was dry, but strangely firm. Lacking its regular holier than thou’ tone, Eddie stared at him for a long moment. “Legally or otherwise. The Harrington brood are mean, and vicious. With or without the high paid lawyers. Digging I can do to figure out what kind of Monster I’m working with here, but there’s not enough dirt I can dig up for that Shitshow. Not if I want to get out of it with my life, and I am rather attached to my life.” 

Hopper snorts, and Joyce laughs. Both noises are a little bitter. But at this point in these people's lives, after what Eddie has seen, they are a little entitled to bitterness. His tongue is heavy, anger is coating his teeth he can’t stand it- and his gums itch. “Russians of various origins, but unknown Supernatural is the line?” Joyce’s tone was teasing, but also sharper. Eddie wouldn’t want to do anything like that either. They’d already tested the limits, especially Steve’s limits.

Murray scoffed, “Yes, because Russians are all distinctly the same, they want to kill me. Supernatural? With unknown origins, I didn’t sign up for that shit. Not outside crossing dimensions.” No one said anything for a moment, and Eddie shifted. Listening to the thump of Steve’s pulse a little more. It was a faint noise from the distance, and sure. Eddie would never be able to actually track it. Not like this. 

But it was nice to actually feel like he could still listen to it. Eddie doesn’t want to say how many nights he spent listening to it before going to bed. He works his jaw again, grinding his teeth together. Wayne shot him a look, and he paused. Right, he ducked his head, bangs falling in his face to hide behind. Eddie picked at the wood on the back of the chair, running his bitten down nails over the chipping gloss on the chair.

Wayne taps his leg, and Eddie draws his attention back up. “Buckley’s too-” His uncle works his jaw, Eddie can tell his teeth never touch. “Hysterical,” Eddie snorts, just slightly, the drawl of his voice, and the way Wayne shapes it around his teeth. “about it’all.” Eyes are on his skin, and it feels like they are trying to worm their ways into his skin. “But Eds, Steve might, might- letya around.” 

He gives a slow nod, Wayne’s not asking in a way back into the house, he’s telling Eddie this in a make sure Steve’s going to be okay when his parents leave, way. Not alone and dying without anyone knowing, way. Eddie wouldn’t even let any of these people in this house use that against him. Not against Steve, not in this way- never in any way actually. Imprinting is special. And Steve probably knows Eddie’s imprinted on him anyway. Supernatural and all, even if he’s never actually acted like he’s imprinted on Steve. 

A mistake, a mistake that Eddie desperately needs to rectify. To fix. Un-fuck up. “Imprinted.” Murray says, and Eddie hisses, low at the tone. The bald man tends to have a rather crashness, when it comes down to it. And while Eddie appreciates it, he doesn’t in this sense. “That could work.” Eddie gnashes his teeth, standing up, Wayne makes an aggressive, displeased noise. Clearly whatever Murray is implying wasn’t what his uncle was going to talk about.

Murray looks unphased, but Hopper’s tensed, and so has Joyce. The fucking Russian guy that hangs around hasn’t said a word, and he doesn’t now. He smells distinctly Wolvish too- but Eddie’s never paid him mind, he is now. Threat- threat. 

“That, could get you back in the house.” Eddie snarled, and so did Wayne. Tension was heavy, and the living room had gone silent. He could care fucking less, what the hell was wrong with this man. His teeth itched. “Like Hell-” Wayne’s tone was sharp, smoother-

“How fucking dare you.” Eddie would apologize for cutting his Uncle off later- “I know you get off on riling people up, and generally just being a fucking prick. But jacking off to this? Playing with it? I’ll rip your throat out with my teeth.” It’s not a threat, it's a promise. The older man pales, and Eddie grins, he knows he looks half feral, knows he looks like he can follow up on this request. And it’s, it’s so good. 

Maybe, maybe, the feeling of regret will show up later, mixed in with the heavy coat of guilt, and bitterness, and anger, that already coats his bones. But right now, now Eddie’s protecting something sacred. Do not touch. 

“Never, like hell. I would never do that. Using someone else. What is wrong with-” “Munson.” Hopper’s voice is sharp, low. Eddie curled his lips back further. “No ones going to ask anyone to do that.” Eddie watches the wolf cut his eyes over to Murray, who jerks his gaze away, embarrassment written in his features. Good. His teeth itch, and so does his skin- blood pooled on his tongue. Wayne was on his feet now, slower, and he tried not to think too hard about how his uncle positioned himself in front of him. 

Eddie snapped his jaw, teeth clicking together hard enough they rattled in his skull. Pain flaring across the roof of his mouth and over his jaw. Eddie hisses at Hopper, knows that the other probably thought about it, knows that they all probably have.

“You could get us back in the house?” Mike’s voice is high, loud- Eddie’s going to kill him. He snaps his head around to stare at the teenager, Hopper Growls lower- maybe he’s now realizing just what Murray set loose in his house. Wayne answers the noise sharply with his own snarl. Eddie’s old man is sharp, and protective without question.

“You could have done that this entire time, and you haven’t? What the fuck Eddie.” Baby Wheeler’s voice is accusing, angry- and Eddie isn’t dealing with this. 

Dustin is by his side, looking at him with almost the same expression, and all the kids are poised for a fight- And Eddie hates being like this, but he’s also not doing this- not like this. He spins on his heel, and pushes past the kids, shoving Mike a little harder than he needs to, as he moves past.

The doorknob is frigid under his touch, and he slams it behind him. Eddie climbs into his van and waits for Wayne to follow him out. Doesn’t remember the drive back to the Trailer, doesn’t remember any of it.

Eddie’s not sure if he wants to. All of this is just bad. IT's bad, and he's so fucking angry it's not even funny. How- how. Wayne doesn't say anything to him

--- I lied about part 5, I procrastinated literally all of my work because I didn't want to do anything for a long weekend. Nothing was done, not for anything. I also didn't post, or work on anything for ao3, shocker. I was going to have this posted like hours ago, but my laptop died in the middle of class... which was fun. This part is also not my favorite of the parts if Imma be honest. I hate Dialogue, so much- and there's so much dialogue. You know, this has like an actual title... but I'm also a Long Title enjoyer. So for now I'll just stick to Monster Au? Because it works. At least for now. If it ever goes up on ao3, which it probably will; it'll be under that title. I'd like to actually post a Steddie One-shot that stays a one-shot. *cries over 138k words* (And yes I'm going to keep pushing this link because that fic is my motherfuckin baby-) Anyway, I'm going to go see if I can get a few hours of sleep. That would be nice. I again, ask, where the hell did all of you come from???? You are all incredibly sweet. <3 (I Think this is all who asked to be tagged? I think? They also messed up halfway through making this- so I might have fucked something up possibly) @theghostinmymachine @sadcanadianwinter @failedstarsandgoldenclouds @a-huge-nerdy-nerd @bisexualdisastersworld @intergalactic-president-awesome @vampireinthesun @estrellami-1 @raysreads @knightofthieves @sassysleeplord @gezell-igg @ledleaf @haluton @h0n3y-dw @thegingerrapunzel @finalmoondragon @warrior-616 @lexyvey @thesuninyaface @whalesharksart @two-faced-biatch @plasticcrotches

#asmr has a special place in sensory hell #I keep listening to it like I'm going to desenitise myself to it #like I'm not autistic and it's literally the worst #0/10 i hate asmr #steddie monster au? #steddie #steddie ficlet #steve harrington whump #sad steve harrington #steve x eddie #steve harrington #monster steve #vampire eddie munson #eddie musnon #wayne munson #liv is losing their mind #if i could somehow not have this many thoughts that would be nice #shapeshifter steve harrington

[kyohaku-kannen]

For "The Old Court Jester", I wanna see some type of karma for the family.

˗ˏˋ 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐓 𝐉𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑 'ˎ˗

𝐌𝐀𝐂𝐀𝐐𝐔𝐄'𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐍𝐄𝐃 in shock as he could see Y/n curled up on her bed crying. Swiftly be came from his shadow and rushed to Y/n's side. Pulling her close to him he gently ran his hand through her hair. He had only left briefly only to come back to Y/n crying. He tried to think of what could have happened to get Y/n crying in such a way. She didn't have her toxic best friends to whisper things into her ear any longer. So what was the problem, were others still bothering her?

But she didn't have any classes today, so there was no need for Y/n to go to campus.

"Moonlight..what happened..." Macaque asked after a while in a low whisper. Y/n clung to him and buried her face into his chest. His gaze finally wondered around the basement, and took notice of how some things seemed to have been packed up. Frowning he tried to think as to why Y/n was packing some of her things.

'It's obvious what happened...'

"M-My aunt is coming to visit...and..and...they want me to move out..so she has somewhere to be....I have to leave today..." Y/n explained through sobs and Macaque glared a the wall in front of him. He had grown tired of Y/n's so called family, they did nothing but hurt her. There was no way he was going to continue to sit back as they tormented her.

"Macaque..." Faltering he glanced down at Y/n who looked up at him. His gaze softened as he saw the tears streaming down Y/n's face. Gently he took a hold of Y/n's face and used his thumb to wipe her tears.

"Can...can you help me pack?" With that Y/n continued to pack, now with the help of Macaque. With the help of the simian it made it far easier to be out of the house within the day she'd been given. Although it wasn't easy to try and find a place to stay at.

"I think now..." Y/n looked away from the ceiling she stared at. Macaque gently sat her up and took a hold of her hands. Y/n smiled softly as she looked down at their hands. They sat on the bed of the hotel room that Y/n had managed to get. It was quiet, peaceful with no one to interrupt.

"..Is the perfect time to cut them off... because they made their decision.." Macaque said resting his forehead against hers, letting his eyes fall close. Y/n smiled and closed her eyes, enjoying Macaque's presence.

"Yeah...I should have done this a long time ago..." Y/n whispered but then a thought came to mind. Opening her eyes she pulled her hands away from Macaque's. Taking a hold of Macaque's face she tilted his head slightly and looked up at him. Opening his eyes he looked down at Y/n with a small smile.

"I'll forget about them...and you should too..I won't worry about them further, they're out of our lives." Y/n whispered and Macaque smiled before taking a hold of her hands. Closing his eyes he gently began to kiss at the palms of her hands. She wasn't an idiot, she could tell the obvious obsessive behavior Macaque had. It was surprising and she really thought that perhaps she was wrong but the events that have unfolded prove otherwise.

'I should be worried at the thought of him killing my family....'

But the thought of it just made her numb.

"We shouldn't worry about them anymore..I won't worry about them anymore..no more hurt.." She smiled and Macaque smiled back before pulling her into a hug.

"Maybe now things can get better..."

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"What the fuck is wrong with you!?" Macaque raised an eyebrow at the unfamiliar voice and looked over the corner. Y/n parents were all he could see unfortunately,but they were arguing with someone. He could hear them but he couldn't exactly see them.

"Did you forget that you have another daughter! What type of parents are you!?"

"That disappointment isn't our daughter, she was just a mistake made to keep our marriage together!" Macaque frowned at the words of Y/n's mother. Slowly he sunk into his shadow before his projected shadow traveled again the floor.

"You two make me fucking sick. I hope you know in your ignorance you lost another daughter in all of this. I'd be surprised if either of them even showed up to your funeral if you passed." Macaque could now see the woman and it made him realize that he'd seen the woman before. The woman was Y/n's aunt, she had showed him pictures of the woman. Y/n always spoke fondly of the woman along with her grand parents.

'I suppose she isn't at fault, it didn't seem like she even knew of the new arrangement..'

"How dare you!" With that Y/n's mother raised her hand and harshly slapped Y/n's aunt across the face. The aunt was left shocked while the husband stood with his arms cross behind his wife.

"We open our home to you and you insult us. Get out." The husband spoke as he glared at the aunt that stood in shock. Slowly the aunt touched her face before looking over to the married couple in front of her. Glaring she raised her hand before slapping the wife across the face.

"Neither of you deserve your children, I hope you two never get to see them again and they live a happy life without you." With that the aunt stormed out of the house with the husband chasing after the woman. Macaque watched as Y/n's mother sat on the couch and began to cry.

"We made such a mistake...we wouldn't have to deal with her if we had just gone to counseling" She sobbed and her husband walked into the living room and stared down at her.

"Did you ever even care for her.." She looked up to him with confusion but was left surprised with how coldly he stared down at her.

"There are truth to everyone's words...we've been horrible parents..." Slowly he walked over and sat down on the far end of the couch.

"What are you talking about, that brat is nothing like R-"

"That's the problem...we pretend like we don't have another daughter..she tries so hard and yet we shut her out..." He held his head in his hands and his wife looked at him with confusion and disgust. Standing up from the couch she began to shout at her husband.

"Why are you suddenly saying all this nonsense, you had my back moments ago." Slowly he looked up at her with a dark glare.

"Because your my wife..I was taught to always be on my significant others side..and yes your my wife but I think that should change.." She looked at her husband in disbelief at his words. Macaque watched the two sit in silence and tried his best to hold back a snicker.

"We may never be able to see our daughters again...I don't think I can ever fix what we've done.."

"Your right-" Y/n's father shot up from the couch, both him and his wife turned to the voice. The room slowly grew darker but a silhouette of Macaque that glowed faintly slowly crept up the wall.

"You won't be seeing them again~" They both stumbled back with Y/n's mother letting out a scream of fear.

"You should have appreciated what you had old man."

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"What..." Y/n mumbled as she stared off in shock, her phone slipping from her hand. She had been cooking dinner for both her and Macaque when she had suddenly gotten a call. It had been from her aunt making her excitedly answer. What she didn't expect was to hear the news she had.

"They're gone.."

"Moonlight I'm back~" Slowly she began to look over her shoulder and could see Macaque happily walking into the kitchen. He smiled happily as he walked into the kitchen but it quickly dropped once he saw Y/n. Rushing over to Y/n, he took a hold of her face.

"What's wrong-did something happen, is someone bothering you again?"

"Macaque did you kill them." His eyes widened at this and Y/n simply stared back at him. Frowning he tried to think of something to say, he opened his mouth to simply let a lie slip through.

"Dont lie to me.." Y/n then pulled away from him, leaving him slightly startled. He didn't want her to pull away from him, he didn't want her to fear or hate him.

"I had to, they hurt you far too much! You didn't hear what I heard- the way they talked about you!" Macaque took a hold of Y/n's shoulders, desperate to get her to understand why he'd ended the lives of her parents. Y/n stared up at Macaque who grew more anxious and desperate from her silence. Sighing she reached up and took a hold of Macaque's face.

"I...I'd appreciate if you didn't kill anymore of my family..okay?" Macaque was shocked but his shock quickly turned into happiness. And much like he'd always done, he took a hold of Y/n's hand and kissed her palm.

"Alright.."

"Kill my older sister and I'll never forgive you." Y/n spoke coldly surprising Macaque and making him pause from giving another kiss to Y/n's palm. Looking at Y/n he could see the cold look that she gave him and it hurt.

"..I promise I won't hurt her..."

"Good.." Y/n sighed before taking on of her hands from Macaque's grip. Reaching up she gently patted his head surprising him. Happily he leaned into Y/n's touch.

"I won't let anyone else hurt you.."

"...Make sure you don't get yourself hurt okay."

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Alrighty skipping right to when the parents got alt f4'd. I'm having a little too much fun writing these little snippets. I'm going to keep writing these but I do have the new version that's actually posted. Still gotta finish writing the first chapter though. Also I'm making these parts off the old notes from the old version of story that got scrapped. That being said none of these are pre written, I just scrapped the ideas for the old one.

#lego macaque #lego monkie kid #lmk #macaque x reader #six eared macaque x reader #x reader #lmk six eared macaque #six eared macaque #yandere macaque x reader #yandere macaque

[bakerstreethound]

Strength to Carry On | sherlock holmes

Here’s another short little blurb I felt the need to write. You get overwhelmed and don’t feel like you have the strength to do anything but fall into Sherlock’s arms for comfort. Everything feels like too much. 

Please don’t claim, repost, copy, or translate my works to other sites. There’s a lot of comfort in this so I hope you enjoy it. It may have some angst too if you squint. Some song inspiration I listened to for this: Fall into Me by Forest Black and Words that Don’t Exist by Citizen Soldier 

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It held you in its chokehold and you felt so weak, so tired, so useless, sobs wrenched from your chest, buried for years. You hated tears, this crying, the burning sensation scarring your throat like acid. Hell, you wanted to scream but all the fight left your body, grasping the wall for support, palms sweaty and clammy, breathing ragged. 

You couldn’t win for losing with them, all your arguments and retorts to defend yourself falling short, so you stayed silent, leaving the plane of reality, wanting it to be over. It was all too much. They would never understand you, perhaps one day they would but they were your parents. You did not hold much hope for them. 

Sherlock knew something was amiss, nothing usually slipped his deductions, so when he opened the door, growing concerned for your whereabouts, he saw you sitting on the landing of the stairs, your head thrown back against the wall, your breathing unsteady. His eyes were gentle, dark calculating, yet the heartbreak was there in his eyes was apparent. He couldn’t bear to see you sad, especially since you were someone he adored, and would move heaven and earth for. 

You felt his presence next to you, but your mind was elsewhere shut down, your whole body numb. 

“Come back to me, please,” the crack in his voice was quiet, but you’d been with him long enough to recognize it and it snapped you back to reality. You looked up into his eyes, trying your damnest to smile but your mouth wouldn’t budge and that made you more frustrated with yourself. You twiddled your thumbs, motioning him close to you. He sat in front of you, on his knees, gently cupping your face, his forehead resting against yours. 

“I’m here, it’s okay.” 

You swallowed, wrapping your arms around him and melting against him. It wasn’t easy to give up control, he knew this and yet his hands stroked your hair but he said no word. You were okay with that, with the silence perpetrating around you. The sobs that wrestled within you kept threatening to break loose again and hell you wished they would go away. 

You trusted Sherlock with this side of you, where the beasts clawed inside your chest, wanting to break free. You knew he deserved better than you, but, oh, how much he needed you. The words get stuck in his throat though as you cling to him tighter, shaking slightly from the sobs breaking loose. 

“I’m so…so sorry Sherlock. It fucking hurts.” 

He smiles a small sad smile, stroking your back in reassurance. “It’s okay,” he says softly, pressing a kiss to the top of your hair. Eventually, he convinced you to get off the floor, guiding you to bed and nuzzling into your embrace. You stroked his hair, lost in thought focusing instead on the way he felt in your arms, assured by his warmth. 

He was still here; he wasn’t leaving, nor did he want to. When his lips met yours for a kiss, you tugged his curls gently, gasping at the feeling of him against you, your haven, your comfort in times of trouble. The next kiss you press against his lips is gentle, sweet, and laden with desperation and gratitude. He returns it in kind, stroking your sides, you can’t help but shiver, wrapping around him tighter never wanting to let go, not wanting to let the moment slip away. 

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[angelicyouth]

Youth ; Chapter 12

⇢ pairing: kenny mccormick x marsh!reader x craig tucker

⇢ synopsis: ❝Growing up with the boys as the sole girl of the group, it was only natural for them to grow protective over their pseudo-little sister as the years went by.❞

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It’s an eerily silent night at the Marsh residence, the kind where everyone is trying to be as quiet as possible in fear of disturbing the tense air and potentially setting the gears in motion for absolute ruin. For if something as small as a pin were to drop onto the floor, it’d instead sound like a hardcover book getting slammed onto concrete asphalt from ten feet up. 

The air feels oppressive—overcast and suffocating, as if everyone is just waiting for something big to happen. It’s so bad that for the first time ever, even my dad doesn’t want to unnecessarily meddle like he usually does. After a tense dinner with only the sounds of metal cutlery against porcelain plates, he instead opted to awkwardly retreat into the garage. A can of beer slides into the back pocket of his jeans to keep him company as he leaves, an alternative to staying in the house with my brother while he’s like this.

My back leans against hard wood before slowly dropping down onto the floor in defeat, my freezing body curling in on itself for warmth. I’ve found myself dedicating my time to camping out in front of my brother's room to not only see if he’ll forgive me, but to keep an ear out for any sounds indicating the consumption of alcohol.

From the sharp noise of any cracked cans of hard seltzer or the tell-tale sound of an opened glass bottle of beer, I carefully listen. I don’t know what I’d do if I was the reason he relapsed with his alcohol abuse, and I really hope that I won’t get to ever see him revert to his dependence on the bitter substance.

It’s as cold as it ever is in South Park and I pull the thick blanket I took from my bed higher up on my shoulders, burrowing my face into the soft material of the pillow under my head. My chest painfully rattles as I shakily heave in a breath, putting my fingers under the small space between the bottom of the door and the floor.

I keep my digits there in childish hope that he’ll see it and hold my hand like he used to when we were younger and separated into different rooms. Like when he’d get grounded, forced to stay inside the confines of his own bedroom until my parents deemed his punishment was over. 

Back then, I’d still try to do whatever I could to keep him company, often falling asleep in the same spot that I’m in right now to let him know that I was there. Except during those times in what feels like so long ago, the action would be reciprocated and he’d sleep on the other side of the barrier with our fingers tightly interlocked throughout the late hours. Tonight, my hand curls in on nothing, waiting.

My body shudders from those post-crying hiccups you sometimes get after you’ve sobbed so hard. The one’s where your chest keeps involuntarily heaving for breath, almost like you’re hyperventilating. I’ve been utterly unconsolable to even my mom, my parent’s bedroom door cracked open so she can keep a watchful eye over my miserable form out in the hallway. I can hear her silently speaking into the phone, her hushed voice worried as she consults my older sister on what to do.

I don’t even remember sleep taking me as I try as hard as I can to fight my seemingly heavy eyelids. But when it captures me in its dark embrace, I dream of the times when life was much simpler in my ignorant adolescence.

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When I abruptly regain consciousness, it’s to someone softly shaking my shoulders. I bolt my body upright, forcing myself to wake up in excitement until I see that it’s just my mom crouched down in front of me. She gives me an apologetic smile, sympathy crossing her features when she sees my form pathetically hunch in on itself in disappointment. 

“I’m sorry, N/N. But your brother left for school already so it'd be best if you start getting ready now.” The brunette softly speaks into the quiet morning, as if scared of being the harbinger to this piece of information. She gently brings me to her robed chest and I can feel myself sharply inhale at her words, my throat tight as I weakly nod against the soft material. 

My mom holds me for a silent moment before a tired sigh beyond her years leaves her body. I start to feel even shittier at the sound, more so than before for stressing her out. Despite the tight feeling of guilt reclaiming it’s throne in my chest, I refuse to relinquish details of my brother’s mood. Sometimes, I feel like she probably wishes she aborted us for getting double than what she paid for—Shelley never causes mom and dad this much trouble. 

“Your sisters worried… She asked if you needed her to come over tonight when her classes for today are finished.” I frantically shake my head, the pit of my stomach dropping at the thought of my sister driving the lengthy miles just to visit. 

When she finally leaves me to get ready for school, my body violently shudders when a dry sob catches itself in my throat. The lump tries to force itself out when I come to the realization that my brother placed one of his blankets over me when I was asleep.

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My brother doesn’t even look at me when I step into the class for homeroom, the boys walking ahead of me as I uncharacteristically trail behind them in silence. I can barely see from not only my puffy eyes but from the pair of shades sitting on my face, a conscious effort to hide the evidence of me crying. Butters has been helpfully guiding me around with a hand wrapped around my own since we got to school, like I’ve suddenly gotten impaired with an unexpected case of blindness.

When I sit down, I impatiently stare at the hands of the clock on the wall and will it to go faster. After absolutely nothing happening, I just accept my fate and gloomily bury my face into the arm of the blonde standing right next to my desk. At my touch, Tweek automatically turns his body towards me so that he can wrap his arms around my head to hug me from his elevated position.

He begins to rub soothing circles onto the back of my hair in sympathy, softly combing through silky locks in a way that I’ve told him feels good when we were younger. Since then, its been an unconscious habit for the blonde to bury his fingers into my dark tresses, going through the repetitive motions now ingrained in him. I’ve fallen asleep one too many times during movies or casual hangouts from this already.

I knew that if anyone asked me what was wrong or looked at me too closely that I would immediately break this already fragile facade and crumble. That the tears would automatically begin to stream out of my already tired eyes and the sobs would instantly rack my sore throat to no consolation. And I really didn’t need anymore of that with how tender the area of my swollen eyes already are. 

Which is why after the second period, I opted to switch over to wearing Craig’s old Buddha Box on the top of my head instead of the sunglasses when people kept asking if I was high or dealing with a massive hangover. Now Butters has to interlock our fingers to lead me around so that I don’t bump into anything from the extra space on my body that I’m not used to, like I painfully have a few times already.

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Butters and Tweek drop me off home after they take me to get a quick after-school snack, the rest of the guys at football practice. The two forced me to skip cheer for the sake of my quickly deteriorating mental health and they soon got my acquiescence at the promise of dessert. As I turn my house keys into the lock of the door, my self-appointed guide sends me strict orders to run myself a bath and get some nice, relaxing ‘splish splash.’

“I better see your frown upside down when I see you later tonight, little missy.” The blonde’s eyebrows are creased and his arms are bent to position his fists onto his waist in an attempt to be stern, yet it’s ruined by the slight curl of the little pout on his lips.

I fondly smile at the teen, patting the soft locks of golden hair that rest on his head. He whines when he sees that I’m not taking his words seriously, cutely stomping a foot down in indignation. “I’m serious, N/N!”

When Tweek forcibly pulls the protesting teen so that he can make it to his shift on time, I do as I promise and sit on the bathroom counter as the porcelain tub fills up. My dangling feet leisurely swings back and forth as I scroll through my phone for a playlist to keep me company, the sound of running water already soothing to my ears. Once full of warmth, I decide to forgo the lights of the bathroom and instead opt to light up a few candles for a more cozy ambiance.

Finally sitting alone with my thoughts, I find myself slowly bringing my wet legs up to my chest and wrapping my arms around them for comfort. Burrowing my face onto the knees in front of me, I’m once again enclosed with the oppressive silence that has made itself home in the Marsh residence since that fateful night. 

The quietness of the house is quick to remind me of what being around people all day has forced me to forget, not a distraction in sight to forcibly keep my mind off things. Just as the first few droplets of silent tears make their way down already soaked cheeks, the shower curtain besides me gets abruptly yanked to the side. Jerking my head out of the safe confines of my arms in surprise, I’m presented with the sight of my blonde lover.

“Hi, babe!” He cheerily greets me, a grin wide on his handsome face. I feel lost and confused for a quick second at the unexpected visit before a large hand reaches for Kenny’s shoulder from behind, harshly tugging him out of my view. 

“Are you fucking serious? She’s busy taking a damn bath. Leave her alone, you fucking leech.” My head perks up at the sound of Craig’s monotonous chiding, excitement and delight rapidly coursing through the depths of my stomach at the knowledge that both of my boys are here with me right now.

“Dude, can you just shut the fuck up? All you fucking do is ignore me, you asshole. It was boring when it was just the two of us waiting in her room.” Despite being hidden by the shower curtains once more, I can just hear the pout peeking through Kenny’s indignation at the ravenette. “I really don’t see our princess’s appeal with an annoying ass bastard like you.”

The blonde grumpily mumbles out the last sentence of his response in disdain and my lips quirk up at his childish impatience. It makes my heart soar knowing that Kenny gets antsy without me by his side, the thought endearing through his eagerness to be near me.

A large hand suddenly appears by itself and I gently grasp it within my own. Despite my wet digits making contact with dry skin, the blonde sends our joined limbs a reassuring squeeze. At the action, Craig barks out through clenched teeth, steadily losing his patience at the blonde’s insistence.

“Kenny.”

“What now?!” Kenny’s thumb begins to unconsciously rub soothing circles onto the back of my hand and I giggle, “Hop off my big fat dick, Tucker. My beautiful girlfriend is naked beyond these curtains and you expect me to just sit still? You're fucking hilarious.”

I slightly push aside the flimsy material barricading itself between the boys and I, peeking my head out. When I see the two of them, my dreary mood is instantly forgotten and I smile once more. “I don’t mind.”

“See?! Say it one more time for me, Princess. I think his ratty hat impairs his hearing.” A loud thwack! echoes out into the bathroom as the ravenette harshly slaps Kenny on the back of his head, the blonde letting out a sharp yelp at the pain.

Craig crosses his arms and rolls his eyes when the hurt teen begins to dramatically fake cry, his hold on my hand relinquishing itself to nurse his head. I lay my forearms across the edge of the bathtub, resting my head on it as I fondly watch the scene play out in front of me.

“Babe, help me feel better!” He obnoxiously wails, the ravenette pinching the smooth skin in between his eyes in annoyance to the loud noise. “Let me hop in with you!”

A loud laugh gets released from my body and I hold onto my stomach from the hilarity of the blonde’s absurd theatrics. The already irritated teen quickly pulls Kenny by the hood of his parka when he tries to strip off his clothes, effectively choking him by the neck from his harsh pull. The blonde rushes to let go of the material adorning his frame in an effort to wrestle the arms attempting to restrain him.

“What’s your fucking problem, Tucker?! You act like we all didn’t bathe together when we were babies!” Kenny exclaims, a flail of long limbs as he tries to fight the ravenette off.

“Yeah, when we were fucking babies! Four billion years of evolution and you’re the result? Even if we corrected every genetic defect you have, you’d still be a perverted dumbfuck. Holy fucking shit, dude.” Craig yells over the sounds of the blonde trying to push the taller teen off of him, a hand smushed into his cheek and an elbow digging into his ribs.

The two bickering boys immediately stop when a sob rips through my throat.

“I’ve been such a fucking cry baby, I’m sorry.” I say through my tears when I notice their attention on me, futilely trying to rub the wetness in my eyes away.

“Oh, baby.” Kenny softly coos as he returns to my side next to the bathtub, worried eyes flicking over my crying form.

“Talk to us, babe. What’s wrong?” Craig settles himself on the floor next to the blonde, watching my actions with a sad expression marring his handsome face.

His large hands reach over to gently pry mine away from my face, to stop myself from scrubbing at my already tenderly swollen eyes. He softly shushes me when I whine in protest, patiently holding onto my wrists until I finally relent at his unwavering determination and drop my arms.

“I just… Smiling and laughing with you guys just made me feel guilty when my brother is suffering out there because of me.” I hiccup through the tears still profusely leaking out from my tired eyes, onto the already raw skin of my red cheeks.

“The restlessness just doesn’t stop. And I don’t know what's worse—crying until I can’t fucking breathe or the stubborn lump in my throat that won’t go away even when my eyes are dry. I want to scream, cry, yell, or even hurt myself  because that all seems better than feeling as empty and sad as I do now.” There's a thin film of tears that begins to develop in Kenny’s azure orbs after listening to my admission, his eyebrows creased as he stares at my vulnerable form. 

It's silent for a stilled moment, my nose sniffling into the quiet.

“I think… That crying is a sign of strength. It’s not a weakness like you think it’s making you be. It’s a demonstration of a completely comfortable relationship with yourself. Choosing to cry and feel is a choice in the interest of your own emotional health.” My sore eyes flicker to watch the ravenette when he softly speaks up, his hands lightly sliding down from my wrists to interlock our fingers together.

He brushes his thumb gently against the back of my hand in reassurance before bringing our joined digits together, pressing a light kiss to my wrist and lowly mumbling onto wet skin. “Your tears explain something when you’re struggling to connect with or articulate your own feelings. Because of that, seeing you freely express yourself like this is inspiring for someone as emotionally constipated as me.”

“For once, Tucker is right. And this relationship means we’re with each other now. We made a commitment to be with one another so we’re all in this whether we like it or not. Let’s put our heads together and think! How’re we going to get Stan to forgive us?”

My forehead softly touches the blonde’s as I cheekily take his words literally, the both of us softly chuckling to one another at my playful action. His head slightly shifts under mine when he reaches an arm out in an attempt to pull the missing person of our trio towards us.

It proves to be a struggle as he doesn’t want to jostle our point of contact too much, doing whatever he can to keep our skin touching. “Lean forward, Craig!”

“I am not fucking doing that.” The ravenette lets go of our intertwined fingers to cross his arms over his torso, viciously scowling as he leans his body away from the blonde’s persistent hands.

When a smile slowly grows on my face at the reassuring words and comfort these two bring me, I know that they’re right—we’re in this together. And as long as we have each other, I know that everything will be okay.

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When Kenny and Craig have to head over to meet the rest of the guys for band practice at Tolkien’s (is it any surprise that he has the biggest garage to fit everyone’s equipment?), they drop me off at Tweek Bros. Coffeehouse with a kiss on the cheek and a promise to see me later. While waiting for the end of the blonde’s shift, I claim my usual table closest to the barista so that I can talk to him while I also work on some much needed homework.

Clocking out a few hours later, the coffee connoisseur grabs onto my hand after we bundle up for the cold to pick up some food for the boys. When we get to the front of the door that leads to the garage, the blonde stops in front of it.

He looks at me before tightening his slender hand around mine in both reassurance and encouragement, to which I offer him a wobbly smile in appreciation. His feet doesn’t move again until I send him a nod in confirmation that I’m ready to go in, Tweek sending me a small smile in support.

Opening the last barrier between us and the rest of the guys, we’re greeted by a variation of hey’s getting lazily thrown at our arrival. Everyone sits in a makeshift circle around the coffee table in the lounge area (yeah, with a fucking couch and everything to the side of the garage) with their instruments strewn on either their laps or to the side, on the floor against their chairs.

The caffeine lover and I step into the warmth of the room before he begins laying the plastic bags holding the various containers of City Sushi takeout down onto the glass surface. As I help the blonde with bringing everything out and setting the styrofoam boxes onto the table, a pair of arms abruptly wrap around my waist. Before I know it, I’m kidnapped from my current task as I find myself being pulled onto Craig’s lap.

He’s sleepy from the late hour of the night as he shoves his face into the crook of my neck, sighing in relief when his head gets to finally rest. I tense up when our skin makes contact before firmly whispering his name.

”Craig.”

“What?” Comes the muffled reply, his arms instinctively tightening their hold on me in fear that I was going to escape due to the tone of my voice.

“My brother.” I say through gritted teeth, nervously looking at Stan’s form from my peripherals. I don’t move my head to show that I’m obviously watching him even though everyone in this room is sitting close enough to hear every single word we think we’re discreetly saying to each other.

I don’t know what more I expected from the guy who doesn’t give a fuck about literally anything, so I shouldn’t have been surprised when the ravenette just scoffs with no effort to lower his voice. “I don’t give a shit, I’m fucking tired.” 

I can just imagine the glare my brother is most definitely sending at the taller teen for his lack of decorum but I don’t want to chance myself with a look.

Kenny just loudly snorts at the ravenette’s words to our left, without looking away from his cellphone and I just think to myself: why me? My head quickly whips to his direction to shoot him a frown but then I distractedly notice his hair. The upper half of his blonde locks are tied up as they usually are when he needs to do something requiring concentration, like right now so that it doesn’t get in his way during band practice. 

I’m embarrassed to say that I may have stopped to admire his attractive appearance, losing the admonishment on the tip of my tongue. His handsome face turns towards my dazed one, a knowing smile teasingly set on it. This time it’s Craig’s turn to scoff, having taken his head out of the solace of my warm neck to place his chin on my shoulder.

“You were saying?” The ravenette lazily drawls from behind me, having seen my immediate loss of thought at the sight of the other member of our trio. He snickers when I blindly bring my elbow back to try to hit him on the side, planting a kiss on my cheek at my ‘cute’ attempt to chastise him.

I pout at the teasing and try to hide my blush as I quickly take a glance around the room, glad that everyone isn’t acting weird after what happened. They’re probably waiting to stop walking on eggshells so that they can playfully rip on us for our unconventional relationship when things are back to normal between my brother and I. When I can see from the side of my eye that Stan is preoccupied with discussing something on a page of sheet music with Tolkien, I take the moment to wistfully catch a peek at my brother. 

Yeah, we fight a lot but it’s always over petty shit that ends up with us talking to the other by the end of the day. Despite whatever grudge we think we might develop from whatever childish thing we argue about, it’s never been bad enough to last this long. It’s weird to not have him by my side, to have him out of reach like he is right now despite being in front of me.

It’s like how there are just given things in this universe that people have come to accept for what they are and without question, because it’s just the way things have always been. Like how the sky is blue or grass is green. Because this, this right here just isn’t right.

A melodious sound interrupts my pining and I turn my head back to the blonde. He often likes to talk through his instrument but I notice that he’s playing a progression of chords on the electric guitar sitting on his lap. My lips begin to quirk up after a few seconds when I recognize the strum pattern of the song he’s playing. 

“But you know I’m yours.” He sings to me, fondly cooing at the vivid red that quickly begins to furiously paint my cheeks at the lyrics the blonde suddenly serenades me with. 

He has a charming smile on his handsome face as he watches my reaction, eyes full of affection and expectant. I smile around the words that I belt back at him. “And I know you’re mine.”

“Good shit, the note you hit was perfect.” Craig lazily mumbles by my shoulder, his head slightly turning to the side to plant a kiss on my cheek. When his arms tighten around my waist, I can’t help the giggles escaping from my mouth in giddiness for making him proud.

My face beams at the sudden compliment, my teeth settling themselves onto my lower lip as I try to contain my smile from growing any wider. The ravenette noses at the skin on the side of my cheek, his touch lingering as I greedily drink in his words of praise. 

“Fuck. You’re just too cute.” Kenny says as he leans forward, grabbing onto my cheeks with both of his hands to bring my face in closer for a kiss of his own.

When our lips quickly make contact, the blonde keeps his face close to mine even when we part. He has a large grin on his face as he leans the sides of our noses together, his large hands still on my face. He softly laughs into the space between us, the puff of air lightly hitting my skin before pressing a peck to my cheek from our already close proximity.

Crack!

Everyone’s head shoots up at the source of the noise. My brother doesn’t look at anyone as he dusts splinters of wood from his lap with an unbothered expression on his face. It seems I got carried away and forgot about our audience in the room because there, lying in front of him on the table, is a broken pair of disposable chopsticks that came from the restaurant. 

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The night brings a darkness that can make anyone scared of the unknown but with the stars overhead sparkling so bright, their constant luminescence is a reassurance that they’re always there for you. I smile when I spot the constellations that I can remember, my eyes outlining their forms from the memories I have of my first date with Craig.

Since then, he’ll often take Kenny and I out to the rooftop of any of our houses so that we can lie down and talk for hours into the night. The blonde will usually complain about the cold or at being sleepy but he’ll never fail to tag along. 

The garage door leading to the side of the front yard is open, soft laughter resounding from voices within and casting a sliver of light onto the asphalt that meets ice frosted grass. I lean back against Kenny’s clothed chest as he props himself up against the wooden fence enclosing the property, his orange parka open so that he can wrap me in the soft material’s warmth. 

My hands just barely peek out from under the hem of the larger jacket that engulfs my frame, Craig interlocking our fingers together to keep my gloveless digits warm in the cold Colorado air. Shifting my vision slightly, my eyes begin to leisurely watch a trail of smoke ascend into the abyss of the open sky. 

I follow it to the cigarette that has soft lips wrapped around it, the ember hues casting a warmth of brilliance onto the handsome visage of the attractive teen in front of me. The shadows casted against his face accentuate his sharp features, defining his long eyelashes and the perfect slope of his nose. When beautiful eyes meet my own, a spark of amusement paints them as the corner of his lips quirk up at my staring.

A large hand rises to languidly remove the cancer stick from his slightly parted mouth as he leans his face closer to mine, but I just wrinkle my nose and move my face away. Deep laughter sounds out from the ravenette in front of me at my childish refusal to kiss him when he tastes like cigarettes. A soft snort is heard from above my form at the blatant rejection, Kenny’s chin softly planted against the top of my head.

The three of us simultaneously move our heads when we hear the sound of oncoming footsteps that signal someone joining us outside, our eyebrows raised in surprise when we see that it’s my brother taking a step onto the pavement. He softly clicks the door shut behind him, effectively cutting off all of the noise the other boys make from inside. 

We share a quick glance in both confusion and apprehension as Stan leans against the wooden fence next to Kenny, pulling out his own cigarette and lighting it up. It’s quiet again as we wait for him to talk, no one daring to make a move unless the elder Marsh does something first. Soft chirping from the occasional crickets can be heard, filling the silence between us.

When his lips finally part, he keeps his eyes on the dark sky that blankets us. He mumbles around the object in his mouth, voice low yet still firm. “Stay curious about her, don’t assume you know everything there is to know just ‘cause you’ve known her your whole lives. She’s constantly evolving as a person and if you look away from her for even just one second, you’ll miss it.”

His eyes sweep to look at both of the boys on either side of me, a hand flickering the gray ashes onto the floor below us. They land and spark a light of orange and red before softly fizzling out into nothingness. “You need to stay in love with her—there’s a difference between love and in love. Each day you need to remind yourselves what it is that drew you to her, and then ask yourselves what draws her to you still. If you fail to reflect your love through words or actions even by the slightest bit, someone else will be able to give her the love and attention she deserves if you can’t provide it.”

I clench onto the hands interlocked with my own, my form shaking not from the cold but from the barely held adoration that is now coursing throughout my entire body. “Hug her as often as you can. She doesn’t say it but she loves to cuddle even if you’re doing separate things—just having someone there for her even if it’s in silence brings her comfort. If you can’t, then you need to promise that you’ll make it up to her later instead of half-assing it. Don’t ever do shit unless you’re sure that you’re going to put your all into it. She doesn’t need crap like that if you’re not going to fully commit.”

His eyes finally land on my form and when he flashes me a small smile in pure affection, I immediately tear myself out of Kenny’s hug to throw myself into the warm embrace of my brother’s. He continues to speak as he brings his arms up to my shaking form, wrapping them around my shoulders.

“Trials and tribulations are inevitable in relationships, even more so when there’s going to be the three of you involved instead of the usual two. But promise me that you won’t let those small, passive aggressive moments fester into bitterness and resentment. She can never hold a grudge if she cares about you, even if she says she can. It just takes a genuine apology to make her smile again.” He softly squeezes my body when I begin to softly cry of happiness and relief into the crook of his neck. 

“See? And she swears up and down that she’s tough shit.” He lightly snickers into my hair and I wetly laugh at his teasing, gently tightening my hold around his waist.

There's a beat of silence before he unhurriedly speaks again, the tone of his voice changing back to one of deep seriousness. He leisurely brings a foot over his fallen cigarette to stub it out, his eyes thoughtful as he sorts out his thoughts.

“Be honest with your feelings and constantly communicate. Always know that there is going to be more than one side to a story, and more often than not, you should listen to all of them. And I know that people always say that communication is key, but comprehension is. You can communicate all you want with someone but if they don’t understand you, it’ll never reach them like you need it to.”

He sighs into the raven locks adorning my head, softly closing his eyes. His lips move against strands of black, “Create healthy boundaries, because love thrives when it’s safe and cared for. And Y/N deserves to be doted on and protected.”

A pointed look is directed at both Kenny and Craig to ensure that they’re listening, my body occasionally jolting from the slight hiccups that rack my body. My sticky cheeks press onto my brother’s collarbone and I feel bad for creating a puddle of tears on his jacket. “I want you to constantly tell her that you love her. I don’t care if it’s through words or actions—hold her hands often or show up for her, especially when she needs it the most. Whatever it takes to properly convey your feelings, you better do anything it takes. Because I don’t ever want you both to assume that she knows, you need to show it.” 

It’s quiet for a moment and I assume that he’s done so I lift my head away from the ladder of his neck. He looks at me as he speaks again, an identical pair of eyes holding my own stare. His voice is soft and gentle, “And most importantly… Always remember that you’re a team. You don’t fight against each other, you fight whatever the problem is together. Learning to rely on each other isn’t a bad thing, sharing isn’t redirecting the burden. Think of it as conquering your adversities together, because you can’t do everything alone. And Y/N doesn’t ever deserve to feel alone.”

He breaks our eye contact to look at the other two, pulling me back against his chest. There’s a lazy smirk on his face, a confident lilt to his voice as he drawls out his next words.

“Oh, and one last thing. Break her heart or make her cry and I’ll kick your asses so fucking hard that you’ll be tasting the dirt on my shoes and your own shit for the next year.”

song: [buddy holly - weezer]

a/n: reader and kenny sing this to each other the way it's sung after the second verse, not the first! please listen to this classic and tell me the guitar solo isn't fucking amazing

#south park #south park x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #craig tucker x reader #kenny mccormick #craig tucker #south park fanfiction #lalawrites

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Family Memories Part 1

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Jakkon (Age - Literal: 4 - Physical: 2) Sauvi (Age - Literal: 27 - Physical: 19) - Older Sister Tegak (Age - Literal: 33 - Physical: 20) - Older Brother Nyx (Age - Literal: 94 - Physical: 62) - Mother Prokk (Age - Literal: 103 - Physical: 65) - Father

Jakkon curled up against Sauvi’s side, shivering in the cold as he listened to his family’s voices within the walls, not quite understanding anything other than that it was loud, and it hurt his ears. Though Sauvi didn’t hear, she slept soundly beside him wrapped in a warm fur coat as the snow fell gently overhead. Jakkon’s deep maroon eyes looked up at the door handle. He’d tried to open it already, but he couldn’t quite reach with his small arms.

“So we’re going later tonight then?” His mother’s voice sounded from within.

“Yes. It’ll be a relief to not have to feed so many children.” His father sighed.

“Agreed.” Jakkon pushed himself up and stood, his hooved feet buried in the snow as he reached up again to the door handle. Sauvi had tried to get in earlier and she had told him it was locked, whatever that meant. But she’d also told him to be quiet and not cry, which he did understand, although not very well.

Why not? If he made noise wouldn’t their parents let him in once they realized he was cold? They loved him. He was sure of it. He’d heard it in the storybooks Sauvi and Tegak read him on quiet nights. I love you. A phrase that he’d often tried out saying until he said it perfectly. But he wanted to wait to say it until someone said it to him. It was a special phrase. A phrase you said to those who cared for you and kept you safe. Who let you sleep in their bed and protected you from big monsters under the bed.

“Mama?” Jakkon reached up for the door handle again, the tips of his fingers brushing the bottom as the voices continued from inside.

“So we’ve already got everything?”

“Yes, Voni, Dyn, and Shen are in the cart too. We’re ready to leave.”

“Good.” His father sighed in relief as Jakkon reached up again, little squeaks of effort escaping his lips as he managed to grip the handle for a moment.

“Mama? Papa?” But there was no answer other than the sound of hooves against wood as he clawed at the handle, managing to pull at it. But it didn’t move and he fell backward into the snow, the icy flakes burning against his bare arms. The Satyr wrapped his arms around his legs, shivering as tears began to spill down his cheeks. He sniffed softly, burying his face in his snowy fur as best as he could.

After a bit of sitting there, he found he couldn’t take the cold anymore and crawled close to the door, huddling against the crack underneath it where the firelight leaked out, eventually falling asleep, tears frozen on his cheeks as footsteps crunched over the snow toward him, all sound lost to the swirling darkness.

(Written in 20 minutes please excuse bad grammer and phrasing)

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[sapphirescripts]

My Shooting Star (Austin!Elvis x Reader)

Pairing: Austin!Elvis x Gn!reader 

Summary: You say goodbye to Elvis for good, but neither of you want to let go. 

Genre: sad angst but it’s also sweet. (???)

Warning(s): sadness, crying, angst, not beta read so prob some grammatical errors (let me know if there’s anything I missed). 

Rating: PG || WC: 500 (just a drabble) 

A/N: Honestly, I can’t believe that my first post for fanfiction in the Elvis 2022 fandom is angst. I almost never write (or read) angst but this is pretty short. I am working on other fics for Austin!Elvis but this was just something that didn’t fit into my other works as I am a fan of happy endings. Anyways, I’m a bit nervous that this is my first work so even though it’s angst, I hope you enjoy!

“It’s you,” he confesses, eyes downcast. Hair falls apart and over his forehead messily. You think he’s never looked so beautiful. He lets out a sharp sigh, sounding frustrated. “It’s always been you,” he looks up again and you're rendered speechless. 

White noise drowns out all other thoughts till only he remains—just him, only him. You blink, heat rimming around your eyes and it burns. The tears build like the multitude of emotions inside your heart. “Damn it—,” you choke out in the quiet. “I tried so hard not to fall for you, Elvis Presley, because I knew—I knew it would come to this.” 

Warmth touches your cheek. You realize Elvis is holding you, cradling the sides of your face with calloused hands like he’s never seen anything more worthy of love. Your first tear falls. 

“Ain’t that what makes this so beautiful?” He asks, velvety tone now dulled with the reality of goodbye. You see that he's trying to be positive, to be brave like the superhero he always dreamed of being. 

Deep in the soul, you knew he would always be that dreaming little boy. Even when others only see the surface, the fame, and glory, the glitz, and glamour, the way he shines like a lone star, bright and far away from you.

To you—to you, Elvis Presley will always be the quiet southern boy that dreamt of saving everyone he loved. 

“Yes… but it don’t make it hurt any less.” You're fully crying. A river of tears stream down your neck. He breathes out, and the humidity puffs onto your lips. It takes everything inside of you not to crumble on the floor. “But I wouldn’t have had it any other way,” you admit softly, saying the words despite your throat seizing. 

“Me—,” black curls brush over your chin as his head hangs in defeat. “Me too.” The words are gritty, quiet. 

“Promise me something?” You ask, shaky fingers grazing over the worn black lace of his shirt. Thick lashes flutter upward, his ocean eyes full of sorrow. 

“Anything,” he says, without any hesitance. 

“Since I met you, you’ve been real good at bein’ strong for everyone else,” you admit. The dim light of the motel illuminates a popcorn ceiling that you look at for strength to say these words. “Even if it’s not—,” sharp pain takes over, choking what you want to say, but you press through it. He needs to hear this. “With me... promise me you’ll be weak for someone, with someone. No one can go through life bein' strong all the time.” 

Your forearms are pressed against a lean, toned chest that’s shuddering like thunder. He’s hugging you, cradling the back of your neck, and crying. You’ve never heard a sound more earth-shattering. The pit of your stomach plummets to the floor like an anchor as you wrap your arms around his back and squeeze. 

“I love you.” 

It's the last thing you say to one another before he leaves, forever beyond your reach like a shooting star in the night sky. 

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[gummygowon]

10:24 pm + choi san

word count: less than 500

genre: hurt/comfort, angst, fluff, boyfriend! san x stressed! reader

warnings: stress, sort of a break down? midterms (ew)

authors note: i literally typed this on my phone just right now. i need to bake. i kinda wanna add stuff but yolo i can just repost it later

you couldn’t do it anymore. everything was too much. schoolwork kept piling and work just kept getting busier and busier. if you had the ability to stop time you would simply use it to just rest.

maybe you needed a nap, that’s all. but you couldn’t fall asleep no matter how hard you tried. deadlines from multiple assignments crept crawling into your dreams to the point it was the only thing in your mind.

normally, a good pep talk with your boyfriend would do the job but you didn’t want to burden him since he was busy with midterms as well. it just hurt even more seeing san’s texts of concern when you didn’t respond to him at all today.

9:32am

sannie <3: good morning princess!

sannie <3: have a good day today :D

12:37pm

sannie <3: hey u wanna grab boba after class?

sannie <3: hey

6:40pm

sannie <3: y/n are you okay?

you didn’t have the energy to reply back. plus, san couldn’t see you like this, acting like a big baby who couldn’t handle the heat of midterms. it made you want to curl up in ball and cry away the pain. it was embarrassing truly.

seeing his texts made your chest heavy as you desperately fought the urge to cry. you needed to learn how to destress on your own. you’re an adult now.

but you can’t. just not today, you needed someone with you right now.

more tears flowed as you hugged yourself tightly on your bed. too many thoughts to sort out, you didn’t know where to begin. it felt like the world was caving in with every breath you took. the room was cold and dark. the bedsheets did not help one bit as you clutched tightly around yourself.

your cried drowned out the sound of every thing. the noisy city down below was quiet for once. the loud birds outside were overpowered by your sobs. you didn’t even hear the door open.

“y/n!”

you froze. you couldn’t look up at him. not now.

“y/n,” san softly begins slowly making his way to the edge of your bed. “what happened baby?”

“please go.” you lie, voice cracking. you wanted nothing more than for san to just hug you. “i can’t-“

a hand snakes around your waist as san pulls you closer to him, “y/n, i know you.” your back eventually hits his chest and his arm tightens around you. “you don’t need to talk but i’m going to stay.”

finally, your hand reaches to grab onto his forearm around you. bringing your forehead to it, you push his arm righter around you.

tears fell even harder but it was different. when you closed your eyes, you were met with warmth. the heat that radiated off his body brought you comfort. but it didn’t stop you from feeling guilty.

“i am sorry.” you sob, turning around to bury your face in his chest.

“don’t apologize.” san assures, his head gently resting against the crown of yours. “I needed this as much as you.”

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[peterman-spideyparker]

Guardian Devil (Matt Murdock x Reader)

Author’s Note: Okay, so I’m working on a multi-part series right now and then some sequels to others and a stand alone fic and I can’t seem to focus on whichever one I decide on writing for, so I apologize for the lack of posting lately. This one hits right in the feels for me so, sorry. Also, I feel like this title has been done before by other people, and it’s definitely been said on Lucifer, but, I also can’t really come up with a title.

Summary: You’ve always put on a brave face for others and never have wanted to impose or burden them with your own issues. Everything finally becomes too much when you receive an unexpected visit.

Warnings: Depression, attempted suicide, heights, angst, emotional pain/hurt, some fluff?

Other Characters: None

Word Count: 997

It’s just too much. It’s all too much. You do the work. You’re there for those that need me. You have a good life. But you don’t know why you feel so hollow inside. You’re numb to everything. You can’t feel happiness anymore—just hurt and emptiness. You don’t know what else to do. You couldn’t bother Matt or Foggy or Karen—they’re all already in such high-stress jobs, you couldn’t add that to their load. You don’t want to be a burden to anyone else.

You curl up into your knees as you sit on the rooftop. You just need to do it. It’ll be so much easier for everyone if you’re just gone. You’ll finally be free of this pain.

“I just can’t do this anymore,” you weep as the breeze picks up. “I can’t be here anymore.”

Gathering the courage, you stand up and approach the ledge of the building, taking a peak at just how far down it is. It’s high. God, you hate heights. But you hate this feeling inside of your chest more—the feeling that spread through your lungs and out to your fingers and your toes that consumes every fibre of your being and forces you to put on a mask around those closest to you.

“Please don’t do this,” a voice says behind you. It startles you so much, you almost fall off the building, but a strong hand comes out and catches you, pulling you far away from the ledge. You turn around and see that it’s the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen holding onto you, his chest rapidly rising and falling under the tight black material of his shirt. “Don’t do it,” he begs softly. “I promise, whatever it is, it can get better.”

You want to respond in a tone as hollow as you feel, but you can only cry. “I just feel so hopeless,” you admit. “I can’t feel anything anymore. Work keeps getting worse, people have just been awful, nothing is going right. I can’t tell my friends and my boyfriend because I can’t have them worry about me—they shouldn’t worry about me. I can’t be a burden to them.” You begin to cry against the vigilante’s chest as your knees give out. It’s odd. You would never admit any of this to someone you know, but it falls so freely from your lips to a someone you’ll never see again. You figure someone ought to know. “I just don’t feel worth it anymore. I’m just taking up space. Everything hurts and there’s so much in my head, I just want some quiet. I just want it all to stop.”

To your surprise, he sinks down with you and wraps you in his arms, hugging you tightly as he traces small circles into your back. It’s a familiar feeling, his arms around you, and the way that his head rests against yours, the smell of his skin.

“Matty?” you ask through your tears, trying to get a better look at him. 

The Devil of Hell’s Kitchen pulls back and takes off his mask, and you stare back at the face of your boyfriend as his hair sticks up.

“Hi, angel,” he says, tears glistening in his unfocused eyes as he desperately tries to get them to lock onto your face.

“How . . . what?”

“It’s a long story,” he says softly, his hands feel around for yours as he dips his head in guilt, resting his forehead on yours. “How long . . . Why didn’t you say you were feeling like this? Why did you think . . .” He sniffles. “I don’t know what I’d do without you in my life.”

“Matt—.”

“If I could kiss away your pain I would. I’d suck it all out of you and take it all away if it meant you weren’t hurting behind your sweet voice, your loving heart,” he breathes as he nuzzles against you. “I’m so sorry you feel like this.”

“I need help,” you admit. “I just don’t know what to do or where to start or who to go to.”

“You’re starting right here, okay?” He presses a long, damp kiss to your forehead. “You’re starting right here with me, and we will figure it out. I’m right here for you. I’m always gonna be right here for you, for anything, no matter what.”

“I feel so broken,” you faintly admit.

Matt pulls back, taking off his gloves and pushing your windblown hair away from your face, somehow knowing exactly where the tears are on your cheeks to wipe them away.

“Then I will be right here to put you back together piece by piece, no matter how many times you feel like you fall apart.”

“Matty, I . . . I’m so sorry,” you cry.

“There’s no need to be sorry, angel. You don’t need to apologize for anything, do you understand me?”

You try to steady your breathing as you listen to his heart pound in his chest.

“Sweetheart, I want to hear you say it, please,” he begs softly.

“I don’t need to apologize for anything,” you repeat quietly.

“I love you so much, (Y/N),” he whispers. “You have never been, and could never be, a burden to me or anyone around you.” Matt lowers his lips to kiss the crown of your head, rubbing a hand down your back before pushing hair out of your face once more. “Let’s go back downstairs to your apartment, hm? I’ll make you some tea. We don’t have to talk. I can just hold you, if that’s what you want.”

You nod as you sniffle, the pads of Matt’s fingers once more moving to the apples of your cheeks to wipe away some loose tears. He keeps his hold on you as you stand up and move toward the stairwell door and down to your apartment, whispering gentle and loving words to you, assuring you that you are not alone in any of this, even when it feels like it.

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[jaidens]

Just One Single Glimpse Of Relief To Make Some Sense Of What You've Seen [PT. 2]

pairing [s] : daniel larusso x reader

warning [s] : mentions of : pain, cuts, bruises, crying, cuddling | comforting part of the hurt | this was super quick I'm tired guys

a/n [s] : requests are open!! hi pooksters

Daniel wakes up with a painful throbbing in his head, reminding of too many bad highschool parties after football games. There's a loud beeping and bright lights as he attempts to recollect why he's here. The television is playing a random old movie, the commonahh track playing loudly. He looks around and looks down at his body to see that he is connected to wires and an IV. Suddenly, he realizes, why is he in a hospital room?

You emerge from an open door, carrying two plates of food and a cup of water. “Hey, Danny! You're finally awake.” Your voice is soft and relaxing and it's music to his throbbing head. “What am I doing here? What's happening? All I remember was Johnny.. then man— my head is really hurting.” Daniel rumbles out words, hand falling against the gauze patch above his eyebrow.

You sit down near his legs, hand falling against his arm as he looks at you with worry. “You passed out after what the Cobra’s did to you. You got a couple of cuts and bruises. It's around..10:00 so you've been sleeping for a while.” You inform Daniel and he nods, fingers playing with yours on your hand. He's zoned out and you hand him a pill and water. You direct him to take it, your voice soothing his mind.

He shoots the pill back with water and lays against your pillow. Daniel’s hair is messy and fluffy, and his eyes are closed. You're softly rubbing his arm, fingers laced through his. You're reminding him that you're there for him, and care. “Are you hungry? Did you want to eat?” You ask and Daniel nods, grabbing the plate from your hands and immediately digging into the warmed up dinner.

You chew yours as you watch him, savoring the picture in your mind of his soft look. His eyes are hung almost closed as he continues waking up from his long nap. He doesn't look great— the purple eye and cuts littering his face are prominent. The bruises against his arms from blocking hits make you sad, knowing how he had to use karate for protection, and not for what he had loved and cherished.

“Do you want the lights off? I wasn't sure what you wanted.” You ask and he nods, which makes you stand up and turn them off and turn the lamp on that lights up a small area but a candle look lets you eat in peace. You're watching him and you can't help but feel your eyelashes get wet from tears finally pushing through your strong surface. The sight of him makes you wanna take everything he's ever felt, and push it onto you, which would make him feel better. It kills you that it can't, however.

“The nurse said you had a concussion and a few stitches.” You tell Daniel and he lets his eyes fling open in surprise. “Johnny was so aggressive— I think he was drunk or something.” You nod and kiss his knuckles as he explains what happens while sniffling in tears. Daniel had been hurt in many ways— emotional and physical. It hurts you more to see someone you loved and cared about and have to look behind his back after karate championships.

“Thank you– for being here. I was so scared. As soon as I saw them all, I knew I wouldn't be going home with a couple bruises.” Daniel admits to you as he chews against his bottom lip. You had only seen him like this a couple of times during bad situations, he would quiet down and the bubbly personality would get locked away. “Of course, Daniel. I will always be here, always.”

The night ends with cuddling and talking about the school day before, everything that happened before. You're in his hospital bed and watch how calm he stays, messing with his curls by twirling them around your fingers. You're in love, and you're sure the next time you see Johnny's face, it isn't gonna be as cute as all the girls see it.

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