#you gave me a sore throat for t h i r t y y E A R S

[mayajadewrites]

Levi Ackerman x Reader: Moth to a Flame

C H A P T E R F I V E – L E T Y O U D O W N

chapter summary: The scouts prepare for the latest mission – and possibly the beast titan. Levi gives strict orders that he expects executed, but things don't go to plan.

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"Hey, get up." Mikasa shook your arm. "You overslept. We have to go to training."

"Fuck." You rush out of bed, grabbing your nearest clean uniform. "Why didn't anyone wake me up? Even for breakfast?"

"You were sleeping so soundly and you never sleep."

"Thank you for being a good friend, but fuck you for this." You laugh, slipping on your boots. You had just enough time to brush your teeth and go to the bathroom.

By the time you and Mikasa left, there was a group of scouts heading for the field. Thank God, you'll blend right in.

You looked down at your chest, seeing a purple mark on your right breast. You quickly button your shirt up almost all the way, making sure to cover the bruise.

"Guys!" Eren waved. Armin was standing next to him, watching the cadets arrive. Jean, Connie, and Sasha were next to them. Jean smiled at you with his warm eyes.

"Good morning." You smile at Jean, who returned your smile with a kiss on your forehead.

"Now that you all graciously gave us your presence for today." Levi's voice boomed throughout the field. "This is our last training day before the big mission on Friday. Commander Erwin has instructed me to make sure my squads are comfortable with each other and can rely on one another. So, I will be splitting everyone 3 groups. Each has a different leader. Following so far?"

"Yes, sir." Everyone nodded in unison.

"There is Erwin's squad, Hange's squad, and Levi's squad."

"I hope we get put on the same team." Jean whispered, his eyes wandering to yours.

"Me too."

"Once I say your name, get with the others on your team. Get to know each other if you don't already."

"Kirstein, Hange." Levi didn't look up from his clipboard.

Levi said your name next. "Levi." His eyes met yours, a slight smirk forming on his lips.

"Damn, well please stay alive." Jean gave you a quick peck on the lips before turning around to his squad.

Mikasa, Armin, and Eren were on the Levi squad, along with some other top members of the scouts.

"None of you will embarrass me, you hear me?" Levi looked at everyone on his squad. "You will stay alive. That's an order."

You parter with Mikasa for your training for the day, testing your ODM gear. You and Mikasa almost fly through the skies, preparing yourselves for what's to come tomorrow.

Hange has had some recent developments in her research as to what titans really are and how they came to be. It's all so complicated, so you don't listen too intently. All you know is some titans are... shifters? Whatever that means.

After 9 hours of training, Levi finally said you can turn in for the day. Your body was sore – not only from training but from Levi's doing.

"Oi." Levi called for you after everyone entered their rooms. "I need to you to be alive tomorrow after the mission, ok?"

"I know. Jean already told me, too." You move your hair out of your face. "You know me. I'm here to save humanity. I don't plan on leaving this earth any time soon." You finally looked into Levi's eyes which were dark, bags under his eyes and you can mostly see his eye lids.

"I'm serious. This mission is dangerous – the beast titan might make an appearance. He's the toughest one yet, so I've heard."

"Captain, I won't let you down." You put your hand to your chest. "I gave an oath and I meant it."

Levi nodded in approval. He seemed more stressed than usual for this mission – Captain Levi is usually fairly confident in the regiment's skills, but he seems worried now.

"Goodnight, Captain." You turn your back to Levi, pushing your feelings down your throat.

-

The air was still and filled with tension. Nerves were at an all time high. During breakfast, no one spoke. Everyone was too scared to utter a word. Levi looked like he hadn't slept at all, which you didn't doubt.

It's time.

"SQUAD LEVI." Commander Erwin's voice could make give anyone a shiver down their spine. "IN POSITION."

You and Mikasa stand on top of a wall, crouching down to get a better view of the titans. There is a titan that looks like a monkey, who you assume is the beast titan, along with a herd of brainless titans behind him. They follow him like he is their leader. Like he is telling them what to do and when to do it.

You turn your head to the left and see Jean with Connie and Sasha, looking as confident as ever. He flashed you a smile before jumping to the top of a house, slashing a titan's nape. Jean has improved since you first met him, but he was still cautious with his moves.

The beast titan had his eyes on Eren, who was slashing titans left and right. He didn't seem to care about anyone else, even though we're all there to kill them.

"We have to help Captain Levi with the beast titan." Mikasa said.

"That's not a part of the plan, Mikasa." You yell, pressing your ODM gear to catapult you to the side of a titan, slashing it's neck.

"That ugly shit has it's eyes on Eren. I won't let it get him." Mikasa was gone before you could even respond.

When you look up, Levi is soaring through the sky, or so it seems. His moves are mesmerizing – he's so skilled and quick. His blades cut through the titans like butter.

"Mikasa! Stand down!" Levi yelled as he slashed the beast titan's eyes.

"He wants Eren!" Mikasa yelled back.

Mikasa would put Eren before herself any day. It's almost scary. But you could not sit there and let her get herself killed. So you follow her.

You stand next to her as she gauges what is the best way to get to Eren. Then, a titan pushed both of you down onto the ground, your leg cracking.

Levi watches as you go after Mikasa, right in line with the beast titan's path.

"If you do not retreat right now, so help me God." Levi screamed. "I will get Eren. You two BACK DOWN."

Eren is now in the hands of the beast titan, leading Mikasa to cut the titan's hands off, grabbing Eren swiftly and retreating. She left you in the midst of these titans, without a second thought.

You were on the ground, your leg bent in a way that's not natural, your head pounding, and you were alone. You heard screams from your fellow comrades as titans killed them like they were ants. You hoped they didn't take any of your friends' lives.

The beast titan was almost down since he couldn't see and didn't have hands, but you were out of gas for your ODM gear. You're stuck on the ground, unable to move properly or hook yourself onto a building.

You stare up at the stampede of titans, bracing for your death. The last thing you would see is an ugly ass titan.

Then you were in the air.

Levi was holding you so tightly he could've snapped you in half. While holding you, he slashed the beast titan's nape, revealing a blonde man who was in control of the titan.

You don't remember anything else.

-

You wake up in the infirmary. White walls, white beds, sterile environment. The outline of your vision was blurry but you could see a body next to your bed. At first, you assumed it was Jean. You look on your other side and see a vase of roses – a delicacy in the scouts.

And your favorite flower.

"Mm." You stir, rubbing your eyes to hopefully see clearly.

The body in the chair next to you is none other than Levi Ackerman. He was asleep, pieces of hair moving with his breath. You watched as his chest moved up and down slowly.

"Levi?" You whisper, not knowing if you were hallucinating.

His eyes opened slowly, growing wide when he saw you were awake. His hands cupped your face, tracing a cut on your cheek.

"I told you to stand down." His forehead pressed against yours, sucking his teeth. "You never fucking listen."

You didn't have the strength to say anything back. He wasn't wrong. You leaned your head back, frustrated with yourself. You don't see Mikasa in the room with you, so she must be fine.

"Where is Mikasa?" You ask.

"No fucking idea." Levi shakes his head. "Both of you risked your lives and I'm not okay with it. When I say an order, you do as I say."

"I couldn't let Mikasa or Eren get hurt."

"And look at you. Hurt."

"How long have I been out?"

"About a day and a half."

"Have you been here this whole time?"

"When I could be, yes. And when Jean wasn't here." Levi looked away. You could tell he didn't like that Jean actually cared about you, and you cared about him. "Speaking of..." Levi got up, hearing Jean's voice from the hallway.

"You're awake!" Jean ran into the room with a bouquet of flowers. "Oh, you already have flowers. Who brought them?"

"I-I'm not sure." You look at the flowers. "There's no note and I just woke up."

"Captain, is she okay?" Jean asked, rubbing his hand on your arm.

"She will be. She can't go on any missions for about a month while her leg heals and we can make sure her head is ok."

"That's great news! I'm so happy to see you." Jean kissed your nose.

Levi nodded, glancing at you one last time before leaving the room. You watch as he leaves, a part of you wishing he stayed. Wishing he would come back.

Come back to you.

#levi ackerman #levi ackerman x reader #levi ackerman x you #levi #levi x reader #levi ackerman aot #levi ackerman attack on titan #attack on titan fanfic #levi ackerman fanfic #levi ackerman fanfiction #attack on titan fanfiction #levi attack on titan

[ponds-of-ink]

Random Springbonnie Headcanons Before Security Breach Confirms or Denies ‘Em

Early Concept Fredbear’s

*I wanna joke and say it’s William’s OC before OCs were a thing but… That might be right? Ultimate Guide said Will prided playing the guy, so okay.

*Anyway, Springy was more tricky in early test runs. Always messing with Fredbear when not performing with him. He meant well, but maaaybe he was jealous. Idk.

*Had a crush on an unseen character that young Will based off of his future wife. Fredbear would tease him for said crush, which Spring would be annoyed by.

*William probably voiced him, due to the production team being small. He gave Spring a more cartoonish version of his own voice, Think like Sister Location but with more energy and slightly higher. Younger, too, I guess?

*Spring always chose the lower part for singing in harmony. Fredbear’s voice was deeper, sure, but young Henry could sing higher when needed. Gonna say Will would’ve been bass in the high school choir.

Prime-Time Fredbear’s/Pre-‘83 Incident

*Will was determined to still play Spring even though Freddy Fazbear’s became a thing. So, he worked with the company to tweak Springy and keep him on the roster. (To say Will was a bit salty, though, was an understatement.)

*Toon!Springy was properly created around this time. Although the animatronic was more goofy when performing, the cartoon version was more jumpy. Let’s just say there were weeeird inconsistencies, character-wise. Yes, that includes the smug poster boi.

*Because of this, smart kids could properly tell when Will was performing or not. Will’s Spring was more clever and polite, though still acting like a sugar-hyped bunny doing somersaults. Meanwhile, normal Spring definitely had the first two traits removed. A shame he took a huge break post-‘83. Those kids could‘ve saved lives…

Post-‘83/Aftermath

*Was used for a bit before being retired. Those who weren’t involved in Will‘s crime spree definitely noticed Spring was a bit more… twitchy. Like, conscience-fighting levels of twitchy.

*Will made sure Spring’s AI was shut off before putting on the suit. That way, nothing interrupted him while doing his “work”. He basically turned that Spring-lock suit into an actual mascot costume, by some miracle.

*After the Springlock Incident, the AI just… shut off. Like the incident done keeled off the character and Will all at once. Will tried to revive it as Springtrap so he could channel the voice box, but it never really worked. I guess it did work in the fact that it responded to the lure Fazbear Fright had, but nothing much else.

*Thankfully, the Springtrap suit was abandoned somewhere shortly after the Fazbear Fright fire. In pieces scattered about a dingy room, sure, but it was there. Fazbear Entertainment saw this version and salvaged it after it shut down and was bought out by its current new owner.

*So, long story short, Springbonnie lives on much like William does. Hopefully, he’ll be up on stage with Fredbear soon. If the museum thing really is in the Pizzaplex, then maybe—just maybe— he can finally perform one last time. And, to be honest, William probably wouldn’t mind that at all.

*Also, if SpringBonnie was aware during any of this stuff, he’d be trying to act as Will’s conscience every step of the way. And Will, knowing him the best, would 100% agree on Springy being highly salty about everything. Yes, including the locks going off. Very much so the locks going off.

#spring bonnie #fnaf headcanons #william afton #why can I just see spring-bon grumbling like #you just haaad to wake me up at three #all because some floating kids wanted to chat with you #i know you fear death and everything #but can you n o t hide inside me #and then forget to check the crank?? #you gave me a sore throat for t h i r t y y E A R S #HOW AM I SUPPOSED TO PERFORM NOW? #etc etc

[notgalaxii]

May I pls ask for a headcanon of when the brothers or undateables are sick and MC looks after them pls

I wroteee guys! Be proud of me! Oh and I'm also super kinda sorta upset because my new manager wants me in at like 5:30am - 1:30pm?? And that's tiring. Oh welllll, thats how it beeee.

Another thing! I kind of wrote a self-indulgent Satan smut but I didn't know if I wanted to post self-indulgent NSFW cause I feel like a HOOEEE so if you're reading this, you should leave a reply letting me know what you think~

Pride

Bold of you to assume Lucifer will willingly stay put in bed to be taken care of

He puts up one of the biggest fights

"MC, I have paperwork to do."

"MC, Lord Diavolo requested me for a meeting."

"Calm your shit, Luci. You know Diavolo would give you the devildoms entire supply of tissues and medicine if he knew you were sick."

After he gets over his fit of needing to do anything and everything, he's quite easy to take care of

Will tell you exactly what he wants, needs, how much it is, and how to get it

Lucifer would probably be more of a medicine person than soup or tea

Definitely gets very fever high and it'll slowly chip at his wall

"Thank you for bringing me my meals, MC. It means so much to me that you'd go out of your way to take care of me. I appreciate you every second of every day."

Sick Lucifer likes it when you run your fingers through his hair, it'll lull him to sleep

Definitely wouldn't mind if you crawled next to him in bed and fell asleep to him, but I feel like if you do it a few times, fever high Luci will get pretty clingy.

"Why didn't you stay with me longer last night, MC? You left me cold."

Greed

You thought Mammon was already clingy?

Sick Mammon is the textbook definition of clingy

And it's even worse because he feels too fucking miserable to put up a fight with his tsundere self so all of his neediness is right there in the open

"MCCCCC Where ya goin!?!? I wasn't done with you yet! The Great Mammon wants to be fed soup."

Whiny. Very whiny. Oh my god so whiny.

"Why do I feel like my head is floatin' away from my body, huh? It's all foggy up here! Make it stooop"

And if you take a few seconds too long to say something,

"Oi! Are ya listenin' to me!? Pay attention, human!"

But will definitely make it up because sick Mammon is ✨lovey✨ Mammon

"I love you, human. Don't forget that, 'kay? I wouldn't let any other dumb little human take care of me like this. I feel like I can trust you."

Sicky Mammon loves soup. He wants the soup to be fed to him every time too.

Will aggressively feed it to himself if you deny him

"Dummy human, don't know what ya missin' out on, yanno!"

Absolutely melts under a n y touch that you give him

Likes it when you rub his chest a lot, it's very soothing

And as per usual, absolutely loves his hair being played with

An ideal night for sick Mammon would be cuddled up to his human with their hand in hair, watching movies and having soup fed to him until he falls asleep

He's a baby, protect him. Please.

Envy

Leviathan is very confused about why you're trying so hard to take care of him

He's holed up in his room all day anyway, what's the difference when he's sick? He can take care of himself!

But oh god when you bring him food and pets, he can't deny how loved it makes him feel

Anime Marathons! Anime Marathons!

Adores being all wrapped up in the blankets with you watching his favorite shows to make him feel better.

Brush his hair out of his face to check his fever. Do it. It'll break him.

Kiss him on the forehead afterwards if you really r e a l l y want to break him

Levi wouldn't care too much what you bring him, but he would like it to be hot to sooth his throat

He can't yell at his game with a sore throat.

Rub his chest and shoulders, it makes him feel like a big boy

Play with his hair that's usually in his face

Wrath

Angy boy is angy

Doesn't get why you're trying to take care of him, he's a big boy

At first he's a little annoyed by the gestures. Satan likes to do things for himself, he wants to feel capable.

If you're romantically involved with him though, he'll be nicer about it

"I don't know why you're bringing me my meals, kitten. I can still walk. Its just a small cold" proceeds to fall into a sneezing fit

When he's in his demon form, his tail sticks straight up when he sneezes-

Y'all gonna make me write an entire headcanon about how they sneeze I fucking swear.

Back on topic, Satan would like to have a book read to him while he's sick. Sometimes his vision gets a lil foggy and his head gets cloudy

Let him lay his head on your lap by the fire place. Run your hands through his hair and read him a novel.

After his initial fit of "fuck you i'm a big boy," he was by far the easiest to take care of

Any time you tell him to take a medicine, eat something, drink something, blow his nose, or get some rest he listens

Well now that he knows you have best intent in mind

And deep deep deep down in his aggressive heart, he kind of enjoys being bossed around by you

Lust

Asmodeus would be almost Mammon levels of whiny

"MC, am I still beautiful even though my nose is runny?"

"MC, I feel too heavy to walk to the bathroom and do my skincare. Can you do it?"

"MMMCCCCC~ come give me cuddles"

"MC! Feed me my medicine~"

On that note, Asmo doesn't care what you bring him as long as you feed it to him

He'll make it sensual as hell too

Will still try to kiss you all the time if you're okay with it

And you bet he'd be like, "You know what would make me feel better?" And definitely try to get in your pants.

Touch him literally anywhere. He won't care if its his face, dick, or left pinky toe. Just give him your love

Cuddle sessions will be a lot more loving.

Don't get me wrong, Asmo cuddle sessions are already very loving and sensual, but when he's siiiick

He's so so so SO soft

Professes his love for you at least once a day

Wants gentle kisses on his forehead, cheeks, and nose

Honestly, Asmo overall just wants to be held, loved, and taken good care of

You wouldn't be allowed to sleep in your room anymore. He wants your attention and care at all times.

Gluttony

How did you even get sick!?

You're h u g e man, and an athlete, you think you'd have more of a tolerance?????

Okay so on the slim chance that Beelzebub is sick

He is sO GOOD about letting you take care of him

You want him to take this medicine when the alarm rings? He'll down it before dismissing it!

You want him to drink this tea you gave him? It's delicious, MC~

Eat the soup? S a y l e s s

No Beel- you have to drink it slowly or else it won't help as much

Okay so he'll struggle a little bit on that part but he will do his best because he loves you and wants to make you proud.

Beelzebub would like it if during your sick cuddles, you laid on top of him while he had his arms around you

You take so much care of him, he wants to feel like he's caring for you too

Fever High Beel is chatty, honestly when you know Beel personally hes chatty anyways but he's worse under a sick spell

Will ask you literally every philosophical question that settles in his brain for at least a second

Some of them are straight up weird though man

"Why is there a D in fridge but not refrigerator?" Is one he has asked m u l t i p l e times.

Beel is a good puppy 💕

Sloth

Like his twin, Belphie is veryyyy easy to take care of when he's sick

He doesn't... Do much so it's not like he's gonna hop out of bed and run away from the medicine

Just opens his mouth with a little "ahh~" sound and drinks or eats whatever you shove in his face

He's moody sick though

Well he's always a little moody but when he's sick he's probably a grumpy ass boy

"Ehh, MC why am I sick again? All I smell is snot" he would huff

Likes to pick at your brain a little bit when he's sick

Just really loves listening to you talk all the time and it keeps him occupied enough when he feels like shit and you're there to go on the cute little rambles he loves

Being groggy helps him sleep better, so expect this beautiful little cowboy to pull you in for some more naps with him~

#omswd #obey me beelzebub #obey me lucifer #obey me satan #obey me #obey me headcanons #obey me levi #obey me mammon #obey me belphagor #obey me belphie #obey me leviathan #obey me asmodeus #obey me asmo #omswd belphie

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Struggles and Snuggles

Raiphas x GenderNeutral Reader

(Y/n) was curled up on the bed, wrapped in a blanket with tears streaming down their face. Work had been extra rough this week and it has finally taken its hits. Customers and Coworkers alike were toxic and so negative, that (Y/n) never got a single chance to breathe. Their boss was even extra hard on them, forcing them to do extra work that was at times not even theirs.

During this entire week, their demon lover was gone on a contract meaning he had no idea of how broken and exhausted their human truly was. (Y/n) knew that if they had called Raiphas while he was working, the demon would drop the job just to come home. The job he was on wasn't dangerous but still long, and not having the soft grump around made the days hard to get through.

Chocked sobs rose from (Y/N) throat as more and more intrusive thoughts clouded their mind. Their throat was sore, face and eyes red from the hours of crying through the pain. The sad sobs blocked out any other noise, including the unlocking and opening of the front door. Clawed feet clicked against the hardwood floors as they moved towards the closed door of the shared bedroom.

Raiphas instantly knew something was wrong since he had told (Y/n) a few days ago that he would be home soon. In the call, he knew his mate was upset but never asked since the call was cut short by terrible service. Normally when the demon came home, he was instantly greeted by his mate and daughter. Neither met him at the door with a rib-crushing hug that he grew accustomed to.

Slowly opening the door, Raiphas tails swayed in caution. What he saw behind the door, widened his normally grave expression to one of confusion and worry. All he could see was a shaking lump of blanket on the large bed. His wide eyes narrowed to a softer expression, placing his bag down and slowly walked towards the bed. The stifled sounds of crying finally reached him as he got closer, his heart clenching hearing the clear hurt coming from (Y/n). Slowly he sat next to the lump of blanket, cautiously placing his hand on the blanket, feeling (Y/n) flinch.

Sitting up in surprise, (Y/n) removed the blanket from over their head now noticing the demon's presence. They quickly wiped at their face trying to stop the river of tears, even if they knew they wouldn't be able to hide the fact they were crying. "R-rai.. I didn't hear you come in. Um how was the job?" (Y/n) instantly wanted to take the clear attention away from themselves as they wiped tears with shaky breaths.

Rai said nothing at first, only staring at his mate's futile attempt to distract him. His eyes couldn't lie seeing the reddened eyes and still wet cheeks. Instead, he chose to pull (Y/n) to his chest with his single arm, pulling the sad human into his lap. He rested his head on top of theirs as his tail wrapped around the both of them. At first (Y/n) was surprised before their eyes started to water once more. Tears continued their trek downwards as (Y/n) buried their face into the hunter's chest, heavy sobs wracking through their throat and chest.

The hold on (Y/n) tightened as Raiphas gently stroked (h/c) hair in an attempt to provide comfort. "P-people are so t-terrible.. I-i d-d-didn't get a s-single break a-and my B-Boss.." (Y/N)'s sobs broke their words as they struggled to breathe from the frustration and mental exhaustion. Raiphas knew how hard (Y/n)'s workplace was, but he never once believed it would break his tiny human.

Leaning back (Y/n) wiped their face once more as they tried to voice their waves of anger. "My b-boss made me w-work l-longer h-hours and e-even gave me w-work that wasn't m-mine to d-do! T-They m-made me d-do their work like s-some.. ah! S-slave or s-servant. S-saying I'll get extra p-pay.." Rai paid close attention to the words being said to him, but he felt as though (Y/n) was holding something from him. Lifting his hand, he placed it on (Y/n)'s red cheek to gain their attention.

"Say it all. There is more bothering you." (Y/n) knew they couldn't keep anything from Raiphas, he was a bounty hunter. He knew when someone was lying to him. Releasing a shaky breath, leaning into the cool hand of the demon; a hand over his. "I...I g-got f-fired... The supervisor s-said I wasn't efficient enough in my job.." Tears began again, their expression shifting to pure rage as they suddenly stood up. "Me! Not efficient at my job when everyone just kept dumping their work onto me and I'm the one who lost their job! what a joke... M-Maybe I was too soft sometimes yes, but I got the extra pay for all the extra work... So tell me how I was inefficient with my job?" (Y/n0 paced during their rant, their demon boyfriend simply watching, letting them get all their emotions out.

Raiphas stood in front of (Y/n) to stop them, to prevent them from getting dizzy. "Breath (Y/n). You are very efficient and did a wonderful job. They simply chose to remove an employee who was better than the others. You find a new and better job that truly cares about your skills and efficiency. I will deal with your previous employers myself." (Y/n) looked up at Raiphas with so many emotions swirling in their eyes. This tiny human, so small and fragile compared to the demon in front of them full of so many frustrations sighed with a weak smile.

Raiphas picked up the small human, placing them back into the bed and covering them with a new blanket that wasn't soaked from tears. His hand gently petted (Y/n)'s hair, as (Y/n) looked up at him with confusion. "Stay here, I will be back in a moment." (Y/n) nodded slightly, sniffing as they wiped at their face again. Raiphas had left the room without another word, leaving (y/n) both confused and curious about what the demon was doing.

Raiphas came back after a few minutes with a large bowl and a box of tissues. Placing the bowl down on the nightstand, the black-skinned demon handed the red face human the tissues. "Blow your nose, instead of wiping it on your hands and sleeves." Raiphas then moved to the closet reaching in and grabbing one of his few hoodies, and throwing it onto the bed. "Change into that when you're done." (Y/n) finished blowing their nose and cleaning up their mess as Rai changed into some more comfortable clothing. The demon moved back towards (Y/n) reaching into the bowl that (Y/n0 now realized held a cloth and water.

One of Rai's tails held (Y/n)'s face by their chin as he gently ran the warm, damp cloth over their face and neck cleaning away the drying tears. (Y/n) was a bit surprised by the amount of tenderness and care Raiphas was giving them since he struggled to show and share his emotions. Once Raiphas was done he stood grabbing the bowl, "The sweater, put it on." He walked away with the bowl as (Y/n) stripped themselves of the wet, snot-covered shirt they were wearing to put on the oversized sweater.

Once Raiphas returned, he instantly climbed into bed pulling (Y/n) close to him. He nuzzled his head into (Y/n) hair as he laid them both down under the blanket. His arm wrapped around them rubbing soothing circles on their lower back. The loving actions and cool touch of Raiphas's skin calmed and soothed (Y/n) as they buried their face into their lover's chest. The effects of crying for hours had finally snuck in, mixing with the loving touch of a demon. Sleep swallowed (Y/n) in minutes, their body reaching its final peak of exhaustion. Raiphas followed suit once he was sure (Y/n) was fully asleep.

~~~~~Bonus ~~~~

(Y/n) was sitting on the couch watching a news report about an office building suddenly catching fire. Their (e/c) eyes instantly shoot towards the demon casually sitting next to them with uninterested eyes. "Please tell me you didn't."

Raiphas looked towards (y/n) before looking back at the tv as he changed the channel. "No one hurts my mate and lives." (Y/n) only sighed shaking their head as they leaned into Rai's side. "I love you Raiphas." Rai simply hummed petting the top of the happy human's head.

#ocxreader #demonxreader #genderneautralreader #ocwriting #myocs #writing #writers of tumblr

[junnibook]

KIRI NSFW Alphabet?

•Kirishima nsfw alphabet•

Finally kiripima 👉🏼👈🏼

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A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

The boy is nervous, even more if this is your first time doing IT. He wouldn’t know what to do, but run to the kitchen and get you water because he 100% sure your throat is sore. 👀

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

He likes your thighs, drools over them on the daily, he became addicted to biting them whenever he got the chance to. Don’t be surprised if he’s licking your thighs while your relaxing, he’s needy that’s how he tells you most of the time.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Kirishima likes to cum deep inside you, he likes how your walls flutter around him and pulls him in to the point he wouldn’t want to come out until he’s left every drop in you. He’ll pull out watch you drip with him than fuck the rest back into you. So unless you want little kirishimas I suggest to those females that you take birth control or something.

D = Dick size ( the size of their dick)

He’s giving me 8 inches vibes while soft and a solid 8 in a half while hard.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

P*rn hub has helped him a lot he didn’t know anything before he met it. Know he knows how to make you scream his name, how to go down on you etc, he’s studied this .

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

He likes close contact, he wants to be deep in you but always look into your eyes, so. A position like missionary while your legs are on his shoulder and he’s deep into you.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

I feel like after the first time he wouldn’t be goody, he was only goofy the first time because he was nervous but after the first he’s skilled and knows everything about your body.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He doesn’t shave to much, he’ll shave but let it grow back out and it’s black instead of red, doesn’t think dye goes down there.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

He shows off his romantic side fairly often, he likes spoiling you, he can’t help but want to spoil you, whispering sweet nothings into your ear as his hips roll into you, nice and slow so you can feel every inch of him while taking in his words.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

YES, he jerks off mostly when you aren’t around him and his mind slips to you, thinking about what he would do to you in that particular moment or what he’s already done.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Biting kink, thigh kink praise kink, light sub/dom

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

Anywhere house wise, doesn’t necessarily have to be either if you guys houses but anywhere at anyone’s house, bending you over couches and tables, counters is what he’s good at and known for.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

He absolutely loves when you wear things like biker shorts, small skirts and tights that shine because it shows your thighs off. Your thighs is the biggest turn on to him 🤷🏽‍♀️

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

WOULD NEVER SHARE YOU , your his and only his, he wants you to himself and every orgasm you have belong to him because he’s the one who gave it to you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

Lowkey it’s terrifying to let him go down on anyone- sharp teeth , he might try to get curious as lightly rub his teeth on on you and you end up needing four stitches.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

FAST AND ROUGH but also slow and deep his doesn’t stick to one pace while in you , he likes to change it up in speed, that way you have to get him

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

He likes them in all but let him have you fully , he wants you completely and doesn’t want it any other way. So quickes wouldn’t be too often.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Depends his type of risk is fucking at his friend house, in their kitchen while they sleep. Isn’t up for ducking in absolute public.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

Six rounds the boy can’t get enough of how you feel around him and cumming on you and in you just makes him want to do it again and again.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He’d probably feel self conscious thinking he wasn’t enough if you ask him to use toys, SO DON’T ASK HIM OKAY

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He isn’t much of a tease, he’ll tease for a little bit but than just end up folding. The puppy eyes and the “ please ~” he thinks that’s the cutest thing and deserves the whole length.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Deep back of the throat moans, loud enough for you to only hear but they are filled with pleasure so you wouldn’t want everyone to hear right, he loves to get you loud, moan his name and he’ll cum deep in you.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

He masturbates with your panties sometimes he isn’t ashamed and he told you out of guilt if hiding a secret

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

More of a skinner tip and he does have veins on the sides, a blushed tip that’s super sensitive

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Not all the time but all the time, get it?

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

After he’s don’t aftercare he’s cuddling up to you, holding you close and thanking the gods that he have you.

•••••••••••••••••••••

Not as good as I thought it would be but I’m still glad to use this shark of a boy👉🏼👈🏼 I actually like kiri next to dabi sooo- THANKS FOR THE ASK

#anime #im sorry it sucks #anime ask #x reader #ask #likecommentshare #naruto shippuden #haikyuu!! #mha #naruto #kirishima x reader #bnha kirishima #kirishima x you #bnha eijiro kirishima #kirishima eijirou #mha kirishima

[nightskyfoxyy]

ANGSTY ONESHOT (PT 2)

(Cuz why not. Still on mobile and dont know how to put it under a readmore but eh. It is what it is.)

Things had gotten easier, ever since he woke up.

Sure, it had been the most anxious week of her life, but slowly, she felt her psyche recover from it, just as his body was.

Barely four days since he was able to breathe on his own again. Talking was barely possible, given how between the initial wound and the treatment, his vocal cords were rather beat up. She had to admit it was still.. unnerving, to see him in a state like that. He might not have been the strongest person to begin with, but she knew well enough through their work he was able to take a hit or two just fine.. This had been worse.

And yet, he still had an awful lot of luck, if the doctors were to be believed.

Any other way, and the bullet would have inevitably hit something vital. Sure, it had caused a lot of damage regardless, but it was better than being.. well, /dead/.

A lot better.

She knocked against the doorframe before entering the room, a bit more vigorous than usual.

Yes, indeed, one hell of a lot better.

"Evening, Wataru, how are we holding up today?"

He tried not to look like he had woken up mere seconds ago.

"H-hey, Miwa.." he cleared his throat, feeling a bit bad about the awful, ragged noise to it. "Bet.. better. Y-you?"

She sat down on the chair next to the bed, as always, shuffling it as close as it would go.

"Better as well. Even managed to take a short shift at work, again. A bit tiring, but it felt good to be back."

"Ah.. I.. Im glad." He smiled at her, just as softly as he always had.

Things really were looking up again, as it seemed.

She couldnt help but smile, as well.

With a slight smirk, she leaned over him for a moment, placing a quick but insistent kiss on his lips.

"Feels good I get to do this again, too.", she laughed, lacing her fingers with his own when she sat back down.

"Hah.. y-yes. S-same here."

"Oh come on, you at least got to sleep it off!", she teased, feeling the life return to her with each laugh.

"Y-yeah.. sorry about t-that. R-eally.."

"Dont sweat it." She grabbed his hand a bit tighter. "You came back to me, thats all that matters. We'll get you back on track in no time, im sure." She leaned back in the chair a bit more comfortably, "And I wont let you out of my sight without a bulletproof.. everything, again. Ever."

A weak laugh left his throat. Yeah, she probably wouldnt..

"Oh, speaking of accessories."

Sato retrieved her hand for but a moment, quickly taking off the two rings on her ringfinger, slipping just her own back on. "They said you can put it on again. Gotta say, it was quite a look, but I think Id prefer not having to keep it warm for you again.. Did you know thats considered a 'widows ring'? Gave the others at work quite a scare at first, haha.."

"I-Ive heard o-f it.." he huffed, not sure if that was hilarious or a mildly terrifying thought. If anything, her obliviousness was a bit cute, indeed.

He eyed the ring on his finger for a few seconds upon putting it back on. He couldnt help but feel just a bit proud. Somehow, he had managed to woo the woman of his dreams, and this would be an eternal reminder.

And now, all he had to do was recover, so they could go back to the life they were building.

"H-hows Inu doing, t-though?"

"Oh, shes alright.. Missing you, obviously, but otherwise alright. She took one of your jackets the other day to put in her bed, and keeps bringing me your notebook. Its adorable, really. A bit sad, but adorable."

As she spoke, she began scrolling through her phone, showing him what she was talking about.

"Aww, poor t-thing.. N-now I feel e-extra bad.."

"You dont have to feel bad /at all/, you know." She nudged his arm, "If anyone should, its the guy who shot you. And our little one bit the living daylights out of that one, so... Consider yourself avenged."

That was certainly /one/ way to look at it..

"Yeah.. I-in a way.."

"Once you can walk around again, you could see her in the parking lot, though. I bet she'd appreciate that."

He perked up a bit at the thought. "T-that would be nice! I-id love not t-to just.. lay around, f-or once."

"Easy there." She pushed him back down, careful not to use too much force on him. "You're still sore. Dont push yourself."

She looked at him with the same stern determination that had gotten her her reputation. Only with him, there was concern in it, as well.

"I-its fine, really! T-the faster I can get o-out of here, the better.."

"Yeah.." she took his hand again. "Id rather have you with me too."

#lo rambles #case closed #detective conan #takagi wataru #wataru takagi #miwako sato #sato miwako #tw violence #just mentions but just in case

[all-hail-the-witcher]

I have literally no clue how to do this, but director’s commentary on your ‘One expensive can of easy cheese’ fic?

hell yeah!!

all comments will be in bold

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Race was sat on top of the counter in his and Albert’s apartment, race only knows how to sit on counters lets be real, he can't sit in a chair to save his life a piece of duct tape over his mouth and his hands tied together with kitchen twine KINKYY. He sighed against his restraints, resigned to watch his boyfriend make their contribution to this year’s Thanksgiving gathering: mac and cheese. okay so its mac and cheese cause if you read spies mac and cheese is Literally the Only thing albert knows how to cook, other than coffee, and he's Really Fuckin Good At It (he's the mikey of mac and cheese okay this is my hc)

Now, of course everyone and their mother knew that mac and cheese was not a Traditional Thanksgiving Food is it though, r a c e r?. But, Albert had won (best out of three) mario kart yesterday so he had gotten to decide what they would bring to Jack’s house i was gonna make it rock paper scissors, i do not know hot to play mariokart, but it sounds more heated than rock paper scissors. Had Race known that he had been planning to make mac and fucking cheese, maybe he would have tried a little harder race be quiet you literally love alberts mac and cheese its a known fact.

Apparently, Albert was not pleased with Race’s reaction to his decision to make mac and cheese, and thought that Race might try to get in the way somehow (which he may or may not have fully intended to do) he did. So he did what any loving boyfriend would: sat him on the counter, put duct tape over his mouth and tied his hands together so he wouldn’t interfere albert sounds real kinky in this, why did i make this so kinky, wait when did i even write this.

Race was beginning to wonder why he had agreed to move in with Albert in the first place. CAUSE YOU LOVE HIM THATS WHY

With a violent shake of his head and one final spat who the fuck uses the word spat huh saph??, he was able to dislodge the duct tape d i s l o d g e thats some karen bs right there.

“Albieeeeee,” he whined, laying down on the counter. “Can you pleaaaaaaaseee let me helllllllllp?” yeah albert let him help jeez he's the one who actually knows how to cook

Albert barely glanced up as he pulled the big wooden spoon out of the pot and gave it a thoughtful lick note to self, all licks should always be thoughtful. “Hmmmmmmm. No.” dumbass. if only you knew what was coming.

“But-!” He wriggled w r i g g l e d around to give Albert his best puppy dog eyes. “Can I make something else then? Ple-OW!” He glared at the spatula that had been hurled at his arm. “You apologize for that!” damn albie why so mean? o wait i wrote this wait...

“Nah.” He smirked and went back to stirring his wretched pasta okay but i did a good job making race salty i gotta give myself that. Well, actually Albert’s mac and cheese was quite good hELL YEAH IT IS. Race was just salty that he was making it for Thanksgiving when it was very well known that he was the chef of the two and Jack was expecting something good not the mac and cheese Albert famously made at 2am in college when they were all high as hell. okay real talk tho, no one eats good mac and cheese in college, its the instant microwave shit cause were all broke so thats a lie race

“Can you at least untie me then?” ;)

“No.” Albert even bother considering this time. albert this is gettin Real Kinky..

“Well.” If logic wasn't going to work on Albert he would have to try another method. “I know you know how to make a guy feel good Albie HAH YES I KNEW I PULLED SOMETHING WEIRD, but I never expected ropes to be a part of it. What’s next? Handcuffs? Whips? Chains?” i gotta tell ya life without ya has been hard. hard? has been bad. bad? has been r o u g h. k i N kY

In two seconds flat Race was out of his kitchen twine bonds and flexing his sore wrists. LIKE HECK HE WAS CAUSE ALBERTS ACE AND HE DONT WANT THAT REPUTATION!!!

“Man Albie, who knew you had a twine kink.” hehe u go race

“You know,” Albert began loudly, as if thinking that his loudness would cover up his totally obvious twine kink yeah albie has a twine kink, he licks it, no this is a joke, “if you want to do something that's actually useful, you could go to Walgreens and buy me another can of Easy Cheese.” W A L G R E E NS. this whole fit was an excuse to write another part of the walgreens au

“Is that what you put in your fuckin mac and cheese?” Race swore he actually felt bile rise in the back of his throat when Albert nodded. “That’s it. I’m never eating your mac and cheese again.” BUT YOU LIKE IT

“But-!”

“I’ll eat you though,” Race winked, taking a moment to enjoy the startled, yet somehow pleased look on his boyfriend’s face. okay maybe albert wasn't ace in this particular fic...

“Not until after we’re done at Jack’s.” yeah definitely not scratch that. i write a lot of fics. Albert said only half jokingly as he dug around in his pocket for a second before throwing a crumpled five at Race. “In the meantime though, be gone thot!” GO AWAYYYY. IM A MAN OF GOD. mikey and my sister have subjected me to too many tik toks im sorry

Race barely managed to catch the bill without falling on the floor, but still blew a kiss to Albert before walking out of the apartment.

Who the fuck puts easy cheese in mac and cheese? albert does. but its actually a plot point just to get you to walgreens and if anyone puts easy cheese in mac and cheese i will fite you. He wondered for the millionth time as he stomped the three blocks to Walgreens. Albert claimed that he had chosen his apartment for its proximity to the store he did, actually, but up until today Race had always assumed that he had been joking he was not. The man did make a lot of mac and cheese and if Easy Cheese was an ingredient well….maybe there was some truth to that story after all. you can buy easy cheese at a lot of places tho...i don't actually know if you can buy easy cheese at a walgreens

Race pulled open the door to the Walgreens, pausing briefly to wonder why the absolute fuck it was open on literal Thanksgiving before remembering that it was a fucking Walgreens and why wouldn’t it be open to sell his dumbass boyfriend a can of fucking Easy Cheese. walgreens remains a mystery indeed. my only experience was the one that my best friend and i would go to at lunch during senior year. also have you ever noticed that most walgreenses are on corners? cause their slogan is at the corner of happy and healthy??

In order to get to the Easy Cheese, or at least he assumed so because he had never bought a can of Easy Cheese in his whole glorious 25 years of life a true chef, Race had to walk past the Pharmacy section of the store. And, it just so happened that there was a guy sitting behind the counter at the Pharmacy. A very attractive guy. With a beard. In scrubs. oh my god the most questionable villain I've ever written.

Now, of course Race loved Albert and nothing would ever change that, but he could appreciate an attractive man when he saw one indeed he could. He thanked whatever deity was out there for the bit of man candy M AN C AN D Y that he had been granted and went in search of his Easy Cheese. oh just you wait racetrack 

“Mac and cheese, velveta cheese, microwaveable mac and cheese, where the fuck is the- oh thank fuck there we go.” my best friend and i spent much time looking at the mac and cheese in walgreens He pulled a can of Easy Cheese off of the shelf, tossing it once and catching it athletics before turning to go pay for the horrendous product, happy to finally be done with the whole ordeal when- B R E T T 

“Easy cheese? Really?”

Race whirled whirled? saph please get a better vocabulary around to see Mr. Man Candy hA himself leaning against the opposite shelf. “Wh- who?”

“Oh,” he dusted his hand off on his scrubbs oh my god Wait i wrote this cause one time when i was in a walgreens i Did see a hot dude working the pharmacy and decided to write a fic about it!! i remember texting mikey about this hjfhgjhg, “allow me to introduce myself. My name is Brett O’Hare. and mikey came up with that name And you, sir, are a disgrace to society. The very reason why so many Americans are in poor health in this day and age.” brett is an obnoxious millennial in case you can't tell

“I’m sorry, what?”

“The Easy Cheese!” Brett gestured wildly toward the can in Race’s hand. “Gosh do you even know how many preservatives are in that stuff? And all the cancers that it can cause? It’s terrible. We wouldn’t need free healthcare if people just stopped eating Easy Cheese!” apparently he's a millennial who's also a republican...?

Race had lived in New York City his whole life, and he had seen some pretty strange things subway pizza rat, but never had he seen a pharmacist in a Walgreens lecture anyone about the health benefits of Easy Cheese. easy cheese has no health benefits. and if you'd stopped annoying your boyfriend maybe you wouldn't be there

“So let me get this straight,” Race rubbed his head, trying to make sense of the situation. “You go around yelling at people about the ingredients in the things that they are purchasing?” yeah its nyc people love to have Opinions. and so do millennials

“Yeah.”

“You do realize that this is a Walgreens, right? Everything in here probably contains some kind of chemical.” man brett has his work cut out for him. New Yorkers never ceased to amaze him.

“All the more reason for me to inform them of their poor eating habits!” Brett pointed a finger at him. “And stop distracting me! You’re the one buying the freaking easy cheese here!” this is so weird why did i come up with this idea. what possessed me. 

“It’s not even for me!” Race shouted back. “It’s for my boyfriend’s fucking mac and cheese that he insisted on making for Thanksgiving even though everyone knows that mac and cheese is not a fucking Thanksgiving food and he’s only making it cause he knocked me off the goddamn rainbow road right before the fucking finish line!” someones salty Race was fuming but the time that he was done.

“Oh, man I’m so sorry, that's lousy.” but it won't stop brett...

Race looked surprised. Of all the things that he thought he would get out of this Walgreens experience, a therapy session was indeed not on the list. But neither had been hearing a lecture about the preservatives in Easy Cheese from a pharmacist. i have literally no explanation for this train wreck of a fic

“But that doesn’t change the fact that you’re still buying Easy Cheese!” Between one second and the next, Brett had grabbed the can of Easy Cheese out of Race’s hand, wielding it like a brick ha percy jackson heroes of olympus anyone??. “Buy some fucking vegetables!” you can't buy vegetables in a walgreens brett

And with that, he struck Race over the head with the can of Easy Cheese.

Now, Race had definitely done some questionable things during his life Thats for sure. Once he had slept on the roof of his dorm building in January for a week because he lost his dorm key god why you can't even get on the roof of dorm buildings i know, I've tried, and another time he had been tricked into making an entire wedding cake using salt by Who??. However, being smacked over the head with a can of Easy Cheese by a health nut in scrubs on Thanksgiving put any and all other situations he had been in to shame in a walgreens don't forget. how did you forget that saph.  

He opened his eyes, suddenly blinded by the lights, and reached for his phone, muttering curses about man candy and vegetables as he should be. Squinting so he didn’t have to look at the screen, he somehow managed to dial Albert. no one d i a l s anyone saph. its the 21st century. i have like maybe 8 phone numbers memorized, half of them belong to my family the other half to people i knew in middle school.

“Racetrack Higgins, where is my Easy Cheese?”

Race pulled the phone away from his ear and winced at the sound of his boyfriend’s voice. “Um, it may have been used to give me a concussion by a health nut in scrubs?” for Once al isn't the one who gets injured in a walgreens. bet you didnt see That coming

Albert let out a loud sigh. “Ah man, did you run into Brett? That guy’s the worst.” hehe bet al used to date him

“Wait, you know him?”

“Race, I know every Walgreens employee in Manhattan, of course I know Brett.” There was the jangling of keys in the background. “I thought I told you to go to the one on 4th for this reason, ah, well. I’m on my way. I’ll take you to urgent care. Hang tight.” ofc al goes to urgent care. and everyone there knows him by a first name basis

Race’s head hurt too much to process what Albert had said except for the words ‘I’m on my way.’ “Okay,” he sighed. this was definitely one of the times i asked mikey about oddly specific concussion symptoms and then proceeded to forget everything he told me and do my own stuff

“Love you.”

“Love you too.” Race’s eyes focused on the dented can of Easy Cheese rolling on the floor he should still buy it. “And Al?”

“Yeah?”

“This is going to be one expensive can of Easy Cheese.” get it? cause race has to pay urgent care for his consultation? and they're also Very Very late to thanksgiving. cause al insists on finishing his mac. jack is not impressed. he eats all races pie.

anyway thats that hope you enjoyed

[smolboiseavey]

C a n c e r // G.D. x reader

Based on the cover TOP did of Cancer by My Chemical Romance, because I've been listening to it a lot lately and I felt like writing a depressing oneshot lol

I know this is a WDW fan blog but I like this oneshot and figured I’d post it :)

~~~

"H-hey babe?"

Your droopy eyes open instantly at the sound of his weak voice. The window gave a soft light, which stung my sore eyes. The sky was cloudy, thunder rumbled occasionally in the distance. The lights in the hospital room were off, and the sound of constant beeps from the machines echoed softly in the bland room.

You look over at the hospital bed you're seated across from. There he lay, pale and weak, his voice was a soft whisper. His eyes were glossed over, a dull green compared to the bright hazel they used to be. An oxygen tube ran from his nose and behind his ears, hooked up to a large machine which sat behind him. An IV fed nutrients into his left arm, and his right draped over his stomach carelessly.

His periwinkle wristband was the only color present, in the sea of white that was the hospital room. His hair was a disheveled mess, which he constantly combed through with his fingers, but it didn't do much. He was getting worse and worse by the day, but you didn't want to admit that. You knew that the cancer growth was higher than ever, no medicine or treatment helped at all, but you didn't want to tell him. His tongue darted out, gliding over his faded, chapped lips. "Yes Grayson?" You reply softly, sitting up in the hard plastic chair.

"Could you get me a glass of water please?" He asks quietly. You nod, getting up. You go up to the entrance, glancing back at him before leaving the room, closing the heavy wooden door behind me softly. You quickly walk down the hall, retrieving the glass of water my lover requested.

"Y/N?" A deep voice came from behind you, one you recognized right away. Ethan. He was always much louder than Grayson, but his voice wasn't as deep as his twin’s. Grayson has always been more soft spoken. But today, Ethan almost sounded like Gray, speaking much quieter than normal. You turn around, and as expected, Ethan stood before me, towering over my small frame. "Hi Ethan." You reply, plastering a smile onto your lips. "How are you?"

He fiddled with his hoodie string anxiously. "I'm doing okay, I guess. You?"

"I'm fine."

"Okay."

We begin the long walk back to Gray's room in silence. After a minute or so, Ethan cleared his throat and turned towards me, stopping. "How is he?" Ethan asks quietly.

You sigh deeply, looking down at the vans on your feet. You break the facade, taking a shaky breath before you speak. "He's getting worse..." Tears blur your vision, and you blink them away quickly. "N-nothing's working, and t-the doctors said he doesn't have much time left and-"

Ethan cuts you off, embracing you in a brotherly hug. "Y/N. I know, it's hard and it seems like he doesn't have much time, but he's going to get better, I promise. I know my twin, he's too strong to let this get to him."

"y-yeah, I guess you're right."

"I know, now come on. I want to go see my brother." He smiles at you before letting go and walking to Gray's room, you follow behind him. He opens the large door with a sudden burst of confidence. "Hey bup." You walk in right after, shutting the door behind me. "Hey E." Gray gives his twin a tight smile, his  glassy eyes dark with pain. "How are you?" Ethan asks in a sickly positive tone. You hand Grayson the small glass of water, which he drank from slowly.

Grayson sat up, running his hand through his hair. "The same, I guess. How are mom and dad?"

"They've been busy working lately, but they're doing well."

They continue talking as you sit in my usual seat, playing aimlessly with the engagement ring on my finger. You watched Gray talk to his brother, as weird as that sounds, taking in every moment he has left.

~~~

It was dusk now, the sun slowly sinking into the horizon. The cloud filled sky now a bright array of colors. You had moved the small plastic chair next to the hospital bed, your small, dainty hand in Gray's large one. Ethan had left an hour ago, since he had to edit a video tonight.

Grayson let go of my hand, looking away from the window. "Y/N."

"Yes, Gray?"

"Sit with me."

"Okay." You get up and slowly sink into the hard mattress as he wraps his arm around my waist slowly.

"I'm sorry." he whispers softly.

"What for? You haven't done anything wrong, Gray." You reply, looking up at him with a worried expression. He sighs, looking away. "You shouldn't have to deal with this. You deserve so much better than this."

"Gray..." I reach up and turn his face towards me. His glassy, pain filled eyes welled with tears, which you wiped away gently. "It's fine, I promise." You reassure, "I'm going to stay with you no matter what."

He sighed, looking down at your intertwined hands. "sorry, I guess my brain is a little soggy from the chemo." his face contorts from pain for a split second, quickly going back to normal.

You grip his right hand a little tighter. "You okay?" He nods.

"I know I'm not getting better, you don't have to hide it."

"W-what?" surprise washes over you.

He looks down at you with a small smile. "it's fine I promise."

Thunder rumbles in the distance as rain patters softly against the large window.

"I understand why you tried to hide it, but it's quite obvious I don't have many days left. The way the nurses look at me tells me I'm definitely gonna die soon."

You sigh, leaning on his shoulder. "I'm sorry. I didn't want you to worry."

"its fine, I promise. But please, just be honest with me about it." He replies, "Besides, cancer is just a side effect of dying."

"I guess."

You sit up and go to kiss his lips, only to be met with his cheek. He sighs, looking away. "I can't kiss you..."

He pauses, and the two of you sit in silence for what feels like forever.

"You deserve so much better than this. I'm surprised you haven't left yet."

"Grayson, you know I'm not going to leave."

"Well you should." Gray lashes out, raising his voice. "I don't want to have to leave you first..." he chokes up, pulling you closer. He rests his head on yours, burying his nose into your hair. You pulled him closer, letting out a soft sigh.

"It's okay Gray." You say sympathetically.

"I wish I could've at least married you before all this happened. Or go back in time and do so much more with you. Or-"

"Grayson. It's okay."

"Y/N. It's not, you don't have to hide it."

"Gray-"

"No. You need to leave."

Your eyes widen with shock. He gives me a hard stare, pulling away. He takes your right hand in his, pulling the dainty metal band off of your ring finger.

“Don’t make this harder for me, please.”

"Grayson I'm going to stay with you. Why do you even want me to leave?" You question, staring back at him defiantly.

"I'm going to end up hurting you."

Your sigh heavily, taking his hands into yours. "It's fine Grayson-"

"No! You don't understand. The hardest part about all of this isn't the stupid cancer, when I die I'm going to end up leaving you. Please, leave me first. I don't want to hurt you." His large, doe-like eyes fill with grief.

You give in, getting up.

"I will always love you, Grayson."

"I love you."

A bit of a cheesy ending but I didn’t know how to end it sksksksksk

#grayson dolan #grayson and ethan #ethan dolan #this is so sad #alexa play despacito #the dolan twins #cancer #one shot #fanfic #fanfiction #short fanfic #twenty one pilots #twenty øne piløts #depressing #yeet

[huffle-dork]

Red Flags (Part 4)

Part 3: [x]

It all started one day during a hero mission. It had been a couple weeks since the last incident with Phantom and both Jackie and Marvin were feeling fit enough to get back into the swing of things. Luckily, Marvin managed to keep his magic despite everything.

There was a minor bank robbery a couple streets down from their hideout and the two sprung into action as soon as they heard the alert on the police scanner they had installed. Jackie bounded from roof to roof, so glad to be back in his hero’s costume. Marvin quickly followed behind him, using his telekinesis to land softly on the rooftops after Jackie, his old mask and cape on.

They saw the preparator at the edge of the street, looking around trying to figure out which way the cops were coming from, a big bag of loot in hand. Jackie gave a wild war cry and jumped off the room, giving the robber and solid kick to the back of the head. The big guy stumbled and slipped to the ground, bag of goods tumbling away from him. But he wasn’t out for the count yet. Jackie landed right next to him and the criminal grabbed the hero’s foot and yanked him to throw him off his feet. Jackie yelped and growled as he twisted to kick the guy in the face. They both broke away and got to their feet, giving each other a silent standoff.

Jackie sprang at the robber with a fist ready to punch him in the gut. But the robber, despite his size, was fast. He grabbed Jackie’s fist and threw him across the street Jackie bounced against the roof of a parked car and hit his back against a street lamp as he fell off. He got up rubbing his sore back after a little bit of trouble. Man, he was out of practice.

Marvin saw the robber throw Jackie and rage swelled up in his chest. He flew down and reached out a hand for the robber, his hands glowing green. He growled and swished his hand, grabbing the criminal in a force of blue green magic and sent the man spinning into the wall of a nearby building. He then moved his hand and brought the villain against the bricks again, and again and again. The robber’s face was dripping with blood and he eyed Marvin with a pitiful plea. Marvin snarled at the man and lifted him up, using his hold to choke him. His magic seemed to be tinted red.

Jackie finally managed to get back up to join the fight when he saw the robber lifted into the air. He gasped at the sight and sped over to where he saw Marvin’s enraged face. Jackie was flashed back to their fight with Phantom and a shiver came over him as he recognized a bit of red in his magic.

“Marvin stop!” the hero cried, speeding over and grabbing Marvin’s arm, “You’re gonna kill him!”

Marvin snapped his head down at Jackie and for a second, Jackie’s heart stopped at the sight. But then Marvin’s face softened and he blinked at Jackie like he wasn’t sure what he was doing.

“J...Jackie?” He asked, and slowly realized he was holding up somebody. He gasped as he saw the sight of the man and his magic quickly fizzled out and the man dropped to the street. Jackie shoved Marvin aside slightly and ran over to make sure the robber was still alive. He checked his pulse and sighed in relief when he felt something. He then stood up and marched over to Marvin, glaring.

“What the hell was that Marv?!” He questioned, pointing at the fallen body. Marvin stared, slowly beginning to shake.

“I-i… I dunno.. I was just trying to help a-and then….!” Marvin’s breathing grew faster and he gripped his hands to his chest, looking panicked, “E-everything went r-red….”

Jackie blinked and quickly wrapped his arms around Marvin’s shoulder, gently rubbing them to help him calm down. “Hey… it’s okay… don’t panic okay?”

Marvin nodded and tried to calm down his breathing, “Y-yeah.. O-okay… I’m sorry…” Jackie shook his head, “Don’t apologize, man, we got the guy, so we did our job!” He grinned at Marvin and the magician gave him a half-hearted smile back. He then pushed himself out of Jackie’s arms and started heading back into town, “I.. I think I gotta go home..” He quickly mumbled as he jogged away. Jackie scratched his head as he watched him leave, wondering what the heck just happened.

Two days later, no one had heard from Marvin and Jackie was starting to worry. He went out and got their favorite, yet somewhat greasy, pizza and headed towards his apartment. Jackie knocked on the door and waited a moment before yelling, “Yo Marv! It’s Jackie open up!! I got us pineapple pizza~!”

No answer. Jackie tried knocking again harder, “Marvin?” Still no answer. Jackie frowned and shuffled so he could try the door handle, it was unlocked. He slowly pushed the door open, “Hey Marv, don’t mean to intrude… you okay-?”

When the door opens Jackie is unnerved by the sight. Marvin’s usually tidy apartment is in complete disarray. Clothes were strewn across the floor, decks of cards everywhere. Jackie looks up on the walls to see scorch marks running up the walls, and indents in the plaster. Jackie carefully walks into the living room, setting the pizza down on the nearest table.

“M-Marvin…?” He calls out hesitantly. He turns to the side and sees the nice mirror Marvin has on the mantle is shattered. Jackie’s heart is leaping in his throat. Did Phantom come back and steal Marvin away? Jackie quickly breaks into a sprint and bursts open the door to Marvin’s room.

The bedroom is dark, except for small bursts of sparks that illuminate the magician’s face inside. Jackie quickly flicks on the light switch to see Marvin standing in the middle of the room, holding his hand as he snaps and snaps, making tiny bursts in the air. But he looks frazzled. His hair is messy and unbrushed, and he has deep purple bags under his eyes. He looks like he’s one strong wind away from being blown over. He doesn’t even flinch when the lights flickered on, he’s too concentrated.

Jackie is relieved but also a little freaked out. He carefully enters the room and walks up to his best friend. “Uh… Marv?”

Marvin jumps at the sound and almost bursts a set of sparks in Jackie’s face. He blinks rapidly as he looks at Jackie.

“J-Jackie…?” He mutters, staring at him wide eyed. Jackie eyes Marvin up and down in concern.

“Dude… you look terrible. What’s up with you? Are you okay? I got worried when i didn’t hear from you after that fight.”

Marvin slowly stares down at the hand he’s been holding, and Jackie sees that its shaking. The magician takes a shaky breath before whispering, “Something’s wrong with me…”

“What?” Jackie asks in concern, lightly touching Marvin’s shoulder. Marvin flinches at the touch and moves backwards, looking haunted.

“I-I… My.. my magic hasn’t been working. S-Sometimes it just explodes a-and i swear i see it turn red! Then s-sometimes.. It doesn’t work at all… or t-the spells keeping getting messed up…” Marvin stares crestfallen at the floor, looking beyond exhausted, “I.. I think i’m hearing voices too… And yesterday… I-I caught my reflection in the mirror but for a second…! I… I didn’t recognize myself…” Marvin’s expression turned wild-eyed as he continued, “And then.. I saw his face! I saw… I saw….” Marvin starts shaking like a leaf and Jackie quickly drapes his arms around Marvin and leads him to his bed to sit down.

“Dude, take it easy,” Jackie suggests, “Just breathe for me okay?” Jackie slowly moves his hand and slows down his breath so Marvin can follow. Soon, they both start breathing slower and slower and Marvin starts to calm down.

“Marv… why don’t you come stay at my place for a while? I don’t think you should be alone right now…” Jackie finally says, “And maybe we could make it fun! I’m sure Chase wouldn’t mind coming or JJ and who knows.. Maybe if Schneep isn’t too busy at the hospital he can come too!”

Marvin stares at his lap with a distant expression before he slowly nods, “yeah… that’s probably a good idea…” Marvin looks like he’s ready to pass out.

“Have you been sleeping at all?”

Marvin shakes his head before twiddling with his thumbs. “Nightmares…” He whispers. Jackie bites his lip before helping Marvin up. “Welp bud, let’s get the things you need to stay over!”

It seemed like the simplest solution. But things only got worse.

One night after a late night crime occurred and Jackie crashed on the couch because he was too tired to make it to his room, he was awoken by the door to the apartment slamming shut. The hero jolted awake and looked around, only to see the door to the room that Marvin was sleeping in was open. And he wasn't in there.

Jackie quickly pulled on his sneakers and dashed out the door. It was raining again and he struggled to see through the mist, but he saw a figure walking ahead of him, trudging through the puddles. Jackie quickly bound after him and saw right away that it was Marvin, walking barefooted through the streets.

“Marvin!” Jackie called out to him, probably pissing off any neighbors since it was like 3 am. Marvin didn’t respond. Jackie finally caught up to him and grabbed his shoulder, hoping to get him to stop. But Marvin, didn’t react to that either.

“Yo Marvin, what the fu-?” Jackie is caught off guard when he sees Marvin’s face. He’s staring off in the distance, not quite awake but not sleeping either. His face has a strangely blank expression on it, and Jackie can see a hint of red in his eyes.

Jackie jolts and makes his way in front of Marvin and quickly waves his hand in front of his face, trying to wake him.

“Marvin! Marvin! C’mon damn it.. Wake up!” Jackie snaps in front of Marvin’s face and suddenly Marvin’s head twitches and he finally blinks like he’s woken up. He shakes his head several times and blinks like he’s having trouble focusing.

“Jackie?” Marvin asks quietly, still blinking and shaking his head. Then his knees buckle and he’s falling towards the sidewalk, but Jackie’s quick enough to catch him.

Marvin pants and stares at the puddles in the sidewalk, “What… What are we doing?” he whispers, staring up at Jackie with a hint of fear in his eyes. Jackie shakes his head and hoists Marvin up so he can help him walk.

“We’re getting you home to sleep, c’mon…” Marvin shivers in Jackie’s arms but doesn’t question him.

The next day Marvin slept in, tuckered out from whatever woke him up. Though it was a restless sleep and he woke up feeling just as exhausted as he was before.

He walks into the living room to see Chase and Jamie playing cards games while laying on the couch. Chase perks up once he sees Marvin and gives him a big grin.

“Hey Marv!” He greets then gestures behind him, “I brought donuts! Jackie had to go do something but he said he’ll be back soon.” Jamie quietly taps Chase’s shoulder before showing him his hand and Chase groans in defeat.

Marvin mumbles grumpily and makes his way to the kitchen to grab some food. He comes back to the boys and leans against the couch, munching on his donut.

“Whatcha guys doin’?” Marvin inquries. Jamie leans over and shows Marvin the empty card case with a big smile on his face.

“Jamie got a new deck of cards and he wanted to try them out,” Chase explains with a grin, “Wanna join?”

“Nah,” Marvin says with a slight mouthful, “I’d wipe the floor with you, and that just not fair.”

Chase raises an eyebrow, “Why are you confident that you’ll beat us?” He says with a laugh. Marvin smirks, “Please Brody, i use these things for a living. There’s not a card game i can’t win.”

Chase sits up and gets up in Marvin’s face at the back of the couch, “Okay Mr. Snarky, why don’t we make a bet? If you can beat us at 3 games in a row, I’ll declare you the king of cards!”

Marvin rolls his eyes and snorts, “That’s it?”

Chase laughs, “Okay and whatever you want i guess. But if i win…. You gotta go out to town with us wearing a joker outfit!” Jamie covers his mouth in a silent laugh at the thought. Marvin hesitates for a second before grinning and offering Chase his hand, “Deal!”

Chase brings out his hardest most obscure games to challenge Marvin with. The kids’ grandparents always had new weird ones to play when they visited, some so obscure you could never really agree on the name. Chase was so sure these would throw Marvin off.

But that sneaky magician won every round. He gave Chase a cheeky grin as he threw done his last card and declared the game over. Chase and Jamie groaned and threw their cards.

“Welp, sounds like someone owes me a new title~” Marvin taunted as he got up and headed over to Chase. Chase stood up then sighed and took Marvin’s hand to shake it.

“Fine, you’re the King of Cards… Now what do you want for winning?” Marvin paused for a second to think. But then suddenly a strange expression came over his face. He blinked then a creepy grin started spreading across his face.

“Marv-?!” Chase tried to ask before a pain in his chest had him falling to his knees. He retched, trying to breathe but it felt like something was trying to burst its way out of his chest. And Marvin still hadn’t let go of his hand.

“M-marvin!” Chase choked, trying to pull his hand away, but Marvin gripped his hand harder, causing Chase to cry out. HIs whole body was shaking and he couldn't breathe. “Marvin, p-please! Stop!”

“A deal’s a deal…” Marvin whispered in a haunting voice, and Chase looked up to see a hint of red in his dead eyes. But Chase felt like he was gonna faint.

Everything burst all at once. A flash of teal magic knocked Marvin’s and Chase’s hands apart and then Marvin was shoved aside by a blur of red. Jamie was wheezing slightly, spent from the big burst of energy he just had to summon. Jackie, back just in time from his errands,  held Marvin with his hands behind his back as Marvin panted and stared at Chase hungrily. Then Marvin’s eyes are rolling to the back of his head and he folds forward, nearly toppling out of Jackie’s arms.

There’s a couple minutes of tense silence as the boys try to recover.

Chase tries to catch his breath, “What.. what the hell was that?”

Jackie chews his lip and moves to hold Marvin better, “I think we need to call Schneep.”

The boys carry Marvin to the hospital where Schneep works and by some miracle manage to drag him away to examine Marvin.

“I do not know vhy you called me Jackie…” Schneep says with a sigh as he finishes, “I don’t zhink zhere’s any zhing i can do.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?!” Jackie shouts, “You’re a doctor and Marvin is sick or something!”

Schneep huffs and rolls his eyes, “I may be a doctah but i’m not some voodoo magic doctah!” Schneep raises his hands and shouts back slightly, “Vhatever is wrong with Marvin is beyond vhat i can treat.”

“What do you mean?” Chase asks, concerned. Schneep shakes his head and moves to push some hair out of Marvin’s face, who looks flushed and exhausted.

“Besides sleep deprivation… Marvin is comveltely healtzy…” The doctor sighs, “Vhatever zhis is… it must be in Marvin’s mind… perhaps trauma from all zhat ‘as happened?”

Jackie shakes his head and leans against the windowsill, “It’s gotta be more than that! This is too freaky… it’s like Marvin’s still not himself….”

There’s a moment of silence before Jamie quickly bolts up from his chair and starts signing crazily fast. Chase rushes over and holds one of his hands, trying to get him to calm down, “Woah woah buddy, we can’t understand when you sign like that, slow down!” Jamie nods then signs “I think i know what’s wrong.”

Jackie crosses his arms but sets his attention on Jamie, “Yeah? What?”

Jamie signs, “The red… the unstable magic… the forgetting…” Jamie seems to lose what he wanted to sign and looks fearful before he looks back up at the others and signs,

“What if Marvin’s deal with Phantom was never broken?”

Part 5: [x]

#magnificent series #marvin the magnificent #chase brody #jackieboy man #jameson jackson #henrik von schneeplestein #phantom #part 4 #hufflewriting #ego fanfic #septic egos #natewantstobattle #phantom nate #mind control? #mmmmmmmm my fav troupes are showing ;D

[roseamongroses]

W.A.L: (30) “The Last Ending” (ii)

s u m m a r y

Eden was the lowest of the low, a monster, hardly human, and was set to be executed. Roman was on trial, perpetually stuck in time until it was time to atone for his families sins.Neither cared much for staying trapped.So when a Stranger offered freedom, offered peace, offered power, it was hard to say no.Even if it put them on the wrong side of history.

v i b e s

time is irrelevent, homophobia who?, magic and beasts, demigods

w a r n i n g s

Imprisonment, Mentions of execution, Blood/ injuries,  Mentions of past Death, repression, cursing, some  dissociation

c h a r a c t e r s

Deceit(Eden) Sanders, Remy Sanders, Logan Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Patton Sanders, Roman Sanders, Emile Picani, Elliot, Kai, Lauren, Dot

Ship: Roceit

1) (2)   (3)  (4) (5)

(6) (7) (8) (9) (10) (11)

(12) (13) (14) (15) (16) (17)

--

Roman picked himself up slowly, feeling those ghostly fingers dig into his skin, dragging closer and closer to his-- He swallowed thick, shaking off that train of thought. It wasn’t that bad. The only proof of what had happened was the loss of sensation around his shoulders. It was a minor blessing that he couldn’t see it. Somehow he knew The Stranger wasn’t lying when he said it was permanent, but for now Roman needed to believe that it wasn’t.

He walked towards Janus, feeling something close to relief as he slid against the wall next to them tucked underneath their still chained hands.

“Are you…” Janus asked, craning his head to better see Roman.

“I’m fine,” Roman mumbled, pressing his face into their side, hands just barely tracing the now healed wounds. Janus managed something comparable to a snort and Roman forced a laugh, wincing at how brittle his voice sounded, “Like you're one to talk,”

“How are you really?”

“I’m fine as this shit can be,” Roman snapped, still trying to will those fingers away from his mind with Janus’s terrible, disgusting, but wonderfully safe stench,” We can still figure a way out of here, especially since that dumbass left us in here alone so we should get you out of those chains first and formos--”

“Roman,”

“What--I’m fine Janus, he didn’t put that curse on me, I’m fine,”

“He touched you.”

“I…” Roman swallowed, “It wasn’t a big deal, you heard him--Sanders are just sensitive--”

“Yes, I know --He tried to touch your wings Roman,”

“He does shitty things, but... some shitty things are worse than others I--” Even though Janus couldn’t see their face he could hear their pain, “He’s trying to wipe out everything I think almost getting a---” Roman stuttered on the word. He couldn’t even say it. It would be too real if he did.

“We need to get you out of those chains,” Roman finally mumbled, reaching for the metal, “--and a plan--I don’t even know how close midnight is what if--”

“We’re not going to do anything,” Janus said.

“What do you mean?”

“We’re not going to try to escape,” Janus said more resolutely, shaking his hair out of his eyes to meet Roman’s gaze squarely.

“You’re not suggesting we give up,” Roman hissed, “I’m not letting you die and I’m certainly not letting that facist fucking weirdo--”

“Roman,” Janus said and Roman quieted, “I’m not saying that I’m just...Right now we can’t do anything,”

“But right now is all we have,”

“I know but…” Janus knew time was a luxury, but right now he felt like the time to rest was a necessity, “I’ll think of something, I promise. But right now I don’t think either of us are in a good enough state to do anything that won’t get us killed,”

“But…” Roman’s forehead pressed against Janus’s, defeated as his hands cradling their cheek, “I don’t like this,”

“Please... do whatever he says tomorrow,” Janus mumbled, letting their breathes sync with his, “I’m not planning on dying, but I need to make sure you get out--just in case it does go to shit,”

Roman sighed, lips pressing lightly against their cheek, “You’re an asshole,” he said, against their skin, “You’re a self-sacrificial asshole and if you think I’ll just leave you,”

“It's not leaving, it's not being distracting,” Janus retorted, “He knows he can use you to get me to do what he wants,”

“Am I...” Roman’s face flitted between pleased and distressed, “Do I distract you that much?” Definitely pleased.

Janus didn’t answer that, knowing that it was the closest thing to agreement he’d get from Roman. Instead, Janus twisted his face quick, meeting Roman’s lips. Janus ignored his sore body as Roman braced himself against his chest, the gold scales pliable under their warmth. Roman’s hand had slipped from Janus’ hair to cradle his face, not quite touching the scales there. And Janus realized that he didn’t care anymore if they did.

It was one of many desperate, tired kisses.

---

It was Larry who had entered the cell to take off Deceit’s chains.

His cheerful demeanor dampened as he unwinded the blood soaked, metal cuffs from around Janus’s wrists, only murmuring apologies when patting the wounds down with alcohol and tightly wrapping them.

When Larry was finally done, Janus sagged all at once, only being caught by Larry’s steady hands. Janus wasn’t sure if he was just unused to his tail or if his body forgot how to sit upright all together. Larry had only left to let Roman change into some actual clothes, but quickly materialized to lead them to the ceremony.

The tomb was silent, it always was silent, but Janus could feel the Misrae’s presences’ pushing against his mind. Some were curious, some seem frantic, some seemed…. tired. As if they’ve seen this before and know that nothing would stop the Stranger from attempting it again.

Janus distantly wondered about all the shifters who’ve walked down this hall before.

Some who looked and spoke like him with strange accents and jagged scales, some who forgo language completely--embraced their anonymity and lose themselves to the shadows, those with feathers that glittered in the sun and voices that always seemed familiar. Theshifters who’ve never left their family, the shifters who had no choice but to leave, so they could survive.

Were they scared? Did they fight or did they take one look at all the promises laid out before them and simply submitted themselves?

Was it the best alternative? Was it the only alternative? Did they feel that rising dread towards the future that only seemed to quiet with a few simple, distant promises, “it’ll all be over, it'll all be gone, you will not suffer, you will grow beyond suffering, you will be more,”

Janus wasn’t sure exactly when this promise of eternal peace, of unfathomable power, became so menacing. He didn’t know when that outstretched hand stretched into claws.

He had been so afraid of becoming a monster that he became willing prey.

Larry had led the two of them down the winding halls of the tomb until the path widened and they reached a gaping cave. Snatches of light seemed to filter from the rocks, making each drop of water glisten, and the muddied path before them shine of clean marble.

“You’re late,” The Stranger said, not looking up as he scanned through some papers.

Janus squinted in the light, a sharp pain encroaching behind his eyes. He tried not to stumble when Larry let go of him. Uneasily, Janus slithered forward towards the center of the room, feeling Roman close by.

The Stranger took a step back, revealing the strange sight behind him.

The rock at the center of the tomb was rubble and twisted amongst it was a single tree. A tree of paling grey that seemed to shine just as much as it waned. The weight of it’s branch thich with thin leaves and dotting, white fruit.

Roman froze, dropping to his knees at once.

At that The Stranger smiled, “So the Sanders does have manners,” he mused, looking up from the papers, “Don’t worry hun it takes a bit getting used to,”

“What’s…?” Janus frowned, glancing down.

Roman caught his eye and gave a grimace, “You don’t feel it?” he said and Janus recognized the tone. It was the tone Roman used when he didn’t want to make assumptions, but was pretty sure he was right. It was the tone Roman used when Janus fascinated him, it was the tone Roman used when Janus concerned him in all the ways that were good.

“Of course he doesn’t,” The Stranger rolled his eyes, “Did you even listen to a word of my plan you im--”

“Yeah, yeah genocide, I got it,” Roman bit back, head still down, hands flat on the ground beside his thigh.

The Stranger’s cool smile seemed to have frozen, the page tight in his hand, “Genoicde is such a human word--”

The cave splintered under Roman’s hands, “Last time I checked, you are human you di-”

“Roman,” Janus pleaded, and Roman fell silent.

“Well, well, well,” The Stranger asked, amused, “You've trained him. I’m almost impressed,”

Janus schooled his expression, forcing himself to look away from Roman, “He respects my decision,” he said evenly.

“So he does,” The Stranger muttered, quickly becoming disinterested. He picked out a page out of the stack of papers, letting the rest fall useless to the ground as he shoved the page in Roman’s face, “Sing,” he said.

Roman raised his head as if it laboured him, curls falling painstakingly slow to the side, and his hand trembling as he grasped the page between his fingertips.

He opened his mouth, but no words came out.

“Sing,” The Stranger snapped.

And Roman did, clumsily, in a broken mismatch of spanish that seemed to cause trembling to move up to their shoulders.

The Stranger only grew more impatient, “In. English.”

Roman whimpered and Janus could imagine how their chest shuddered trying to keep it all in, trying to keep the tightness in his throat locked away, hoping the tears laid dormant in his eyes. How their eyes would cloud and their skin would burn in protest.

Janus forced himself to stay still. He had to betray Roman once more, he had to turn away only once more. If he did turn around, if he did turn to them, he knew he’d get desperate to make Roman okay again. But if he got desperate then it wasn’t guaranteed they’d both be okay together.

“Roman,” Janus spoke, words thick on his tongue, “Please sing,”

Roman cursed and while the silence that followed was thick with The Stranger's agitation, soon enough Roman’s sniffles quieted.

Roman took a breath.

And sang.

---

A Sander’s song was a lullaby, it was a wake-up call, it was the cold distance between stars and the lights that promised you a home.

It said look up, come here, I am waiting for you.

I miss you.

Follow me--take my hand, stay a little while longer, kiss me a little harder.

Let my warmth hold you until you are well rested again.

The lullaby tamed the tomb’s thunderous presence, all the prying minds of the Misrae now gone, even the Stranger looked a little lost.

In this thoughtful daze, the silver tree unfurled.

It’s lanky branches didn’t shoot up, instead the branches to the ground, an intricate pattern that covered the walls and floor. Most of its silver fruit now shriveled and dusty.

Only one dripping fruit remained, it's molten red calling.

Janus slithered across the tangle of branches, Roman’s voice a distant hum that seemed to circle his neck and bind his throat. As if saying “I am here, I will keep you a float”

Janus plucked the fruit, crushing it in his hands and letting the red drip freely as he raised it above his head and opened his mouth for a taste.

#ts sides #ts sanders sides #roceit #ts roman #ts deceit #ts janus #sanders sides #sanders sides fanfiction #roman sanders #janus sanders #fanfiction #writing #Winners Among the Losing

[cupcakeshakesnake]

Watching The Husbands of River Song for the first time

(When I started writing the post I messed up my typing and the title said “Watchgin the Husnabds of REierv Sogn for the fitrst time”)

-Oh dear, one episode closer to catching up to the show, and one step clser to a yet unknown source of heartbreak.

tf is this flying dish

Wait, they’re celebrating Christmas in 5343?

-Wow Jesus looks like you’ve really outdone yourself

-TARDIS

-TARDEEEEHS

Why is the music all doom-y and scary like this is something bad That is the best note ever

-HEEEEyyyyy it’s the bald guy from the Series 10 trailer!!

-He looks like he’d be a mouse or a hamster if he was an animal

“Is there anything on my head?”

-YES THERE IS

-OH GOSH

IT’S CONTAGIOUS

-I MUST RUN BEFORE RED CHRISTMAS RUDOLPH ANTLERS SPROUT UP ON MY HEAD

-well hello alien santa under the hood

-RIVEEEEEEER

-WTF

-WHAT THE FAAAAAAAAQ

-wait why is she so pissed-- OHHHHHH

-IT’S BEFORE SHE wait hold on a minute

-This is the first time she’s seeing his twelfth incarnation in-show, yes? No?

-*checks Wikipedia* Yes I’m right but...

-I think I’ll have to watch more before jumping to conclusions

-By the way, this.

A time travelling alien as old as time and also a fluffy grinning cat.

-”My husband is dying.”  Doctor: wtf is going on am i about to cross my own timestream or what

-”wtf river”

-Ah yes, flurry snow in the middle of a bajillion cogwheels, brilliant intro.

-Oh shit it’s Moffat

-Poor Twelve must be confused so much.

-River looks like she’s faking though. She’s not the kind of person who coos at people like that.

(unfortunately I could not find a stock photo of a cat looking exactly like this. pity.)

-No, seriously. Look at this cate.

-Anyway who the fuck is that guy in that disproportionately large armor, like, where in the actual sarlacc butthole did he come from

-River Song’s Drama has increased by 100!

-uhhh lemme see I think that’s a mix of Megaman, the old Transformers cartoon and ahh what’s that one videogame I swear there are videogames with people wearing hulky armor like that

-DAMN TWELVE DROPPIN IT

-I don’t even

-I don’t even know what I’m watching

-And yet there’s this lingering fear in the back of my mind that’s still scared of the text “Written by Steven Moffat”

-Wait, if she’s talking to the people in the little screens and they react accordingly to her gestures, then it means they’re watching her too, but where’s the camera?

-Doctor: “the fuck”

-”Do you recognize me?”  “No”  So the Doctor said no because of something unrelated but I swear a part of him just wanted to get back at River

-HE’S WHITE DIAMOND, GEMS HAVE GENDER, WHITE DIAMOND CONFIR-- nevermind wrong show

-”You’re talking about murdering someone!”  “No I’m not, I’m actually murdering someone.”

-”Do you know who you remind me of?”   “Yes, probably of a chap with a big-” (he means big chin, don’t get any ideas)   “My second wife!”

-The dialogue is top notch in this episode

-Oh no, it’s the robot king who doesn’t look like he can eat his enemies very efficiently and his legion of...

...sword-wielding Jawas.

-Heck, they even sound like Jawas.

-what the effing head

-”I wondered why we didn’t share a bathroom”

-Well for me it explains the nonsense body proportions

-”Decision overruled. Recommendation: Chill.”

-I love how the robot suit says “Chill”, it’s just so.. chill. It’s actually chilling out. It’s the chillest robot in robot history.

I have paused at just the right moment

They’re nerding out together

-Aw the Doctor’s laughing

-He’s having so much fun

-”I haven’t laughed in a long, long time.”  There. All the more merrier because of that.

-Oh god

-Okay how many people are River Song gonna hang around with in this episode

-”He only has twelve faces” OHHHHH BECAUSE RIVER DOESN’T KNOW THAT THE TIMELORDS GAVE HIM A NEW REGENERATION CYCLE DOES SHE

‘Little do they know the BBC wanted to continue the show for another fifty years.’

-noooo not the bald guy nuuuuu

-What a cynical robot

-DOCTOR JUST TELL HER THAT IT’S YOUR TARDIS

-Poor Doc

-”Oh yeah I’m SURE I’ll get SOOOO surprised”

-”It’s my girl.”

-The sarcasm is strong with this one.

-”Oh it’s BIGGER on the INSIDE how SURPRISING because I’ve NEVER seen one beFORE”

I’M DYING ASDGSDJSA;;

-”Wait, my Tardis had a fridge?”

-Sooooo when River was with Eleven she was the better driver (in terms of comfort; no offense to Eleven’s Timelording skills in general) but now Twelve is probably the calmest drver so far and River’s, well... not so much.

-”Of course I’m NOT getting frustrated by you doing everything wrong and trying to give you instructions because it’s CLEARLY not my Tardis how can you even SUGGEST such a thing”

-”Yes thank you I am a quick learner and NOTHING else, NOTHING like I’ve flown this Tardis countless times before”

-So if the Tardis can’t take off while someone’s both in and out, then this wouldn’t work, huh.

(From one of the Bunny Suicides books)

-”What sort of medical school did you go to?”

-A king does not unnecessarily endanger the lives of his people... Unless he is cross.

-LOGIC

-OH SHIT THAT GUY’S HEAD GOT CHOPPED OFF TOO

-”Death initiated.”

-The fuck kind of Star Wars cantina did they walk into

-”They’re still digesting their mother.”

-”--I will rip you open and devour you--”    “It’s my stomach.”

-Even the guy whose wife got eaten by his kids is going ‘wtf’

-The fuck kind of CGI was that

-”This is where genocide comes to kick back and relax.”    Oh boy, that’s gonna get on the Doctor’s nerves.

-”Why are you frowning?”   “How’d you know?”   “It’s audible.”

-”The man who gave me this was the sort of man who’d know exaclty how a long a diary you’re going to need.”  “Oh yeah that’s definitely not me”

-I SAW THAT EYEBROW RAISE, RIVER SONG, YOU CHEEKY LITTLE TIME TRAVELLER

-Annnnd River’s supposed to be paid by a Voldemort with a nose.

-WHAT THE FUCK HIS HEAD OPENS UP

-JEEZ!

-YOU HAVE A JAWBREAKER IN YOUR HEAD??!?

-OH MY FUCKING GOD EVERYONE HAS CRACKED UP HEADS

-For some reason, Credits seems to be the common term for whatever currency is used vaguely in scifi universes. They have Credits in Star Wars too!

-Whoever is playing that pale guy is going to have a royally sore throat by the end of the episode.

-”Hail Hydra”

-You should probably just give him the head...

-To be fair you crackhead guys did creep them out

-The thing.

-Did the head just run away or something, why are the Doctor and River so uneasy, do they really just don’t want to witness a brain surgery or am I missing something here

-Dang it Doctor.

-”The skyyyy shall crrrrrack”

-Well the head is there...

-what. the. fuck. is. happening.

-”At last I am whole again”  Well I wouldn’t really call it whole if your body’s a robot but...

-Okay.... that happened.

-*hastily muffled Steven Universy screeching*

-SCREW YOU CATFISH BUG MAN

-Why do his eyebrows make a squeak sound

-”A picnic at Asgard...”  MARVEL/DOCTOR WHO CROSSOVER CONFI-- nevermind

-jesus christ why is that guy so intent on reading River’s diary out loud

-’The Angels Take Manhattan’ was three seasons ago. And yes, that episode was written by Moffat too.

-”An infinite number of faces”   Well, I wouldn’t say it’s infinite per se...

-Besides, if there’s only the head left, wouldn’t that kind of hinder the regeneration, if not stop it altogether?

-Wait, since when was the robot the king and not the head?

-I don’t like the catfish bug guy with the French mustache. In fact, I am liking him less and less by the second.

-WHOA WAIT THAT ROBOT COULD STORE MULTIPLE HEADS IN IT? I THOUGHT IT JUST TOOK ONE OFF AND PUT ON ANOTHER

-Dammit River why would you want to hurt him like that HE IS RIGHT THERE  ;_;

-;_;

-*CRYING EMOJI INTENSIFIES*

-”Two hearts, stupid clothes--”  Well the latter changed a bit.

-MOFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT

-DAMMIT MOFFAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT

-HE IS RIGHT THERE

-DAMMIT MOFFAT

FUCK YOU MOFFAT

-TAKE MY HEART AND RIP IT APART SOME MORE WHY DON’T YOU

-”I’m an archaeologist from the future.  I dug you up.”

-DAMN

-”What do you think of my new body”  “I’ll let you know, I’ve only seen the face”  Okay it’s either me or Moffat that isn’t aware that this is a family show.

-She caught it in her f-cking boobs

-HER BOOBS

-FAMILY SHOW

-”FAMILY SHOW”

-”So, King Hydroflax?”  (idk how tf it’s spelled)  “I married the diamond!”  (”wE ARE THE CRYSTAL--””SHUT UP!!”)  “So you say.”  “Elizabeth the First.”  “Ramone.”  “Marilyn Monroe!”  “Stephen Fry!”  “Cleopatra!”  “Same thing!”

-IF YOU HAVEN’T GUESSED ALREADY, I’M DYING

Glowing cables.

-”Crashing spaceships, that’s my job.”  I feel like I should write a sentence that rhymes with this, but unfortunately I can’t.

-OH THE TOP PART OF HIS SCREWDRIVER ROTATES

-”I’ve been doing it longer!”  “I do it better!”  Like how you drive the Tardis, for example.  (I can also see the above dialogue used in a very, very, wrong, scenario, but I’ll just keep quiet and hope that it wasn’t Moffat’s intention.)

-river u ok?

-k

Looks like one of those audio equipment machines.

-Reminds me of the ‘Profit’ memes.

-1. Crash ship  2. Look outside  3. FIRE  4. Nope the fuck outta there and travel forward in time  5. ??  6. Profit

-1. Visit some yet-to-be tour spot  2. Give money to a random guy and tell him to set up a restaurant  3. Travel forward in time  4. ???  5. Profit

-River why aren’t you closing the Tardis door

-THE GOD DAMN BOT

-Oh look Nardole’s alive too

-”Now that, my dear, is a suit.”  Gotta agree.

HOLE-LEE SHEE-EHT

-THAT’S THE SCREWDRIVER FROM ‘SILENCE IN THE LIBRARY’

-THAT WAS SEASON FOUR

-MOFFAT

-YOU’VE CONSTRUCTED A PLOT STRING THAT SPANS FIVE SEASONS YOU BIG ASSHOLE GENIUS SPIDER

(Screencap of webpage http://www.chakoteya.net/DoctorWho/30-9.htm)

-HOLY FLUKES HOW DARE YOU

-”Are you crying?”

-i-- yes yes i am  blame moffat not me

-”There are stories about us, you know.”  “Oh, I dread to think.”  Been looking around AO3, have you River?

-m o f f a t   y o u   m o t h e r f u c k e r

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Moffat you deceitful fuck, I won’t trust you until the very end

-But thank you for sparing us from saying goodbye to her face

You forgot to say ‘forever’

-Please just let them stay together happily for those 24 years

HA I spelled it right

-Overall one of the best Christmas specials in my personal opinion, and top-notch acting by Capaldi. Really, top, notch.

#watching for the first time #doctor who #dw series 9 #the husbands of river song #twelfth doctor #river song #peter capaldi #alex kingston #doctor who christmas special #reaction #review #whovian #long post #nardole #moffat #fuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuck #king hydroflax

[autisticstarseed]

rules: copy this post into a new text post, remove my answers and put in your own. when you are done tag up to 10 people….most importantly, have fun!

tagged by my pal @generator-sex​

a / age: 18

b / biggest fear: having a bug anywhere near me i hate those tiny boys

c / current time: 7:34 PM

d / drink you had last: worter 

e / everyday starts with: laying in bed squinting for an extra 20 mins

f / favourite song: Big Data - The Business Of Emotion

g/ ghosts are real?: YES as FUCK

h / hometown: idk honestly i grew up in Warrensburg, MO till i was like 4 and visited for summers but ive lived in Kansas City for so many years now theyre kind of both homes in different ways

i / in love with: cartoons,,,,, @vipermilk ,,,, strawberry coffee

j / jealous of: this sounds braggy but i dont get jealous very often i just kinda want a lot of stuff but i dont want OTher peoples stuff and i dont think anybodys gonna take My stuff im good i just wanna collect treasure like a dragon 

k / killed someone: YOU WAHT

l / last time you cried: llike not even an hour ago bc my mom argued with me sdkl;gSLD:”D]

m / middle name: rae

n / number of siblings: 1 but she ugly inside and out,,,,,, actually technically i have another sister but ive never met her :V so if i can ever find my dad it’ll be cool to find her too 

o / one wish: money ngl $$$

p / person you last called/texted: no phone ;;

q / questions you’re always asked: “whats your gender” “no like your birth gender”

r / reasons to smile: every live action mbmbam episode

s / song last sang: idk i havent sang in like a week bc my throats been really itchy and sore ;A;

t / time you woke up: 10-ish

u / underwear colour: white

v / vacation destination: the afterlife

w / worst habit: plucking out my eyebrow hairs :’V tricho is gay

x / xrays you have had: ive never broken anything but ive had a couple abdominal/chest xrays for pains in that area n stuff........ i actually still have one xray somewhere in my desk that shows all my poop bc it turned out i was really constipated and the doctor just. gave it to me

y / your favourite food: ramen nnoodlesnnngggguh

z / zodiac sign: pbthththththht

I tag: @wlwvoltron @stardustdallon @narcissisticvaseofflowers 

#thought id just tag some of the people ive started following most recently :V #break the ice i guess wasup #oh god how do i tag this uh #tw food #tw unsanitary #long post #original