Lost

I am a(n):

⚪ Male

⚪ Female

🔘 Writer

Looking for

⚪ Boyfriend

⚪ Girlfriend

🔘 An incredibly specific word that I can't remember

「   RP MEME :  TO AND FROM INJURED AND DYING MUSES .   」 * change pronouns as needed. [ my / your ] is dependent on the receiver.

TO AN INJURED MUSE : 

‘ shit! ’ 

‘ here, i need to put pressure on the wound. ’

‘ hang on. we’re going to be okay. ’

‘ we’ve got to keep moving! ’ 

‘ someone help me over here! ’

‘ it’s okay–– i’m going to call an ambulance. ’

‘ i’m going to get you out of here! ’

‘ oh god. there’s so much blood. ’

‘ stay still. just stay still. ’

‘ don’t try to get up. ’

TO A DYING MUSE : 

‘ don’t you leave me! ’

‘ stay with me, __. ’ 

‘ breathe! come on! ’

‘ how long do you have? ’

‘ NO! ’

‘ i’m losing you.’ 

‘ i’m not ready for you to go yet. ’

‘ it’s not your time! ’

‘ there’s still so many things i want to do with you.’ 

‘ i’m not leaving you, i promise. ’

FROM AN INJURED MUSE : 

‘ it’s nothing big. ’

‘ i promise i’m fine.’ 

‘ just let me… sleep it off. ’

‘ i don’t want you to worry, but… ’

‘ it looks worse than it feels. ’

‘ do you think it’s infected? ’

‘ give me that gauze. ’

‘ no, i’m not stopping the mission now.’ 

‘ i’m seeing this thing through. ’

‘ stitch me up, will you? ’

FROM A DYING MUSE : 

‘ don’t forget me, alright? ’

‘ shhh. it’s okay, now. ’

‘ i’m just glad that you’re here with me. ’ 

‘ i could’ve done so much more! ’ 

‘ i don’t want to go. ’

‘ go on without me. ’

‘ don’t leave me.’ 

‘ it’s getting real dark over here… ’

‘ i wanted to do everything in the world with you. ’

‘ i… love you.’ 

I was thinking....

5 years old Atsumu! that hates you because you punched him when he stole your games.

6 years old Atsumu! Who thinks you're the coolest around because you scared away the bully that made his brother cry.

7 years old Atsumu! Who makes you his best friends and he don't care if the other boys don't like him. You're still the coolest around.

8 years old Atsumu! Going to the volleyball camping trying to convince you to come too and not talking to you for a month because you didn't want to be there.

9 years old Atsumu! Crying so much that his mother got scared because you broke a bone while trying to get the ball down from a tree.

10 years old Atsumu! Wearing the shirt you gave him for his birthday for a week straight because it was the best gift ever.

11 years old Atsumu! Trying to sneak you out of detention after you made one of his teammate cry but you wouldn't say why you did it.

12 years old Atsumu! Convincing your mother to make you stay with him for a week while your parents stayed with your grandmother.

13 years old Atsumu! Laughing at Aran because he had a crush on you, his best friend and for sure not a cute girl.

14 years old Atsumu! Losing an important match and staying all day with you and Osamu, watching comedies and without talking to anybody else.

15 years old Atsumu! Stealing his father booze to try it with you and ending up throwing up while you lied to his parents to cover him.

16 years old Atsumu! Fighting with you because you didn't want to be the club manager and swearing he wouldn't talk to you anymore but ending in your club everytime Kita tried to make him clean the lockers.

17 years old Atsumu! Getting angry because while he was in the volleyball camp you stayed all the time with Osamu.

18 years old Atsumu! With a girlfriend but still jealous when the first year started to say how pretty you were and they tried to confess to you.

19 years old Atsumu! Fighting with you because you wanted to go to an university in Tokyo and saying horrible things to you.

20 years old Atsumu! Who has seen you just three times in the whole year because he found you talking with his brother but he was never sure of what to say for the first time in his life.

21 years old Atsumu! Getting dumped because he talked to much about you.

22 years old Atsumu! With a new girlfriend, finding you in Onigiri Miya to help his brother with work and talking again with you, smiling everytime like an idiot.

23 years old Atsumu! Coming with his brother to help you to move out of your apartment after you dumped your roommate, now ex.

24 years old Atsumu! Asking you out for the first time, tongue tied and legs trembling.

25 years old Atsumu! Getting drunk with you at his cousin wedding and asking you to move in with him.

26 years old Atsumu! Planing to propose after the Olympics.

27 years old Atsumu! Never been more sure in his life when he said yes during his wedding.

28 years old Atsumu! Being his brother bestman but flirting so much with you that everybody said to him to shut up.

29 years old Atsumu! Going off the airplane to find you waiting for him, hugging you and spinning you everytime, his nickname, loverboy, sticked to him for the fifth year in a row.

30 years old Atsumu! Making you pregnant during the Olympics, and having a little panic attack after discovering it was a triplet before deciding he wanted a full volleyball team.

31 years old Atsumu! Who decides that three kids where enough after the problems you went through during labor. Searching you every night to make sure you were still there with him.

32 years old Atsumu! Trying to teach his kids how to play volleyball.

33 years old Atsumu! Laughing his ass off with you after his kids traumatized Bokkun when he proposed to be their baby sitter for a day even if it ruined his romantic day with you.

34 years old Atsumu! Arguing with you because you took home a dog before the dog became his.

35 years old Atsumu! Slow dancing with you during one of his teammate wedding before getting drunk with you and remembering the morning after, when his sons jumped on him, that he was no more a twenty years old. Video of him hitting on you all the night while you tried to show him off because you were married went viral.

36 years old Atsumu! Thinking of renewing his promises because he loved you every day a little more and he wanted to marry you every day of his life.

I will read again when I have time to fix the mistakes

Morepesok, Snezhnaya.

“There was this… one time,” You begin out of nowhere, and Childe immediately turns to you, “In Mondstadt. The Traveler was there, and he was mixing drinks.”

“Mixing drinks?” He asks, amused.

You laugh, squeezing his hand tighter. Warmth spreads throughout your body. “Yeah. Apparently there was a bartender course and Aether decided to join. Naturally, I went to visit him to witness the great bartender skills of the Traveler.” You pause, “I remember one of the drinks there; it was called ‘A Snow-Covered Kiss.’ According to Paimon, it was supposed to taste like how a flower blooms in the snow and meets your lips. Or at least that’s what I heard from when she and Aether were talking to the Liyuean lady.”

The stunt that Childe pulls next is expected, given his nature. “I bet I can give you a sweeter snow-covered kiss than some drink,” He winks, using the hand intertwined with yours to pull you into him before diving down.

Childe does not disappoint; he never does. The kiss is frosty, chilly, and yet, it is warm. It feels like sitting at a fireplace and snuggling next to him and at the same time it feels like a little breeze full of snowflakes being blown lightly into your face. A comforting heat pools in your tummy and you subconsciously shift closer to him, and he gladly welcomes the movement but wrapping his arms around you tighter.

You barely manage to think about how all kisses with Childe should be like this: slow, loving, warm and cheeky when he pulls away. Your limbs remain tangled (you can’t tell if it’s for sharing of body heat or because your boyfriend just doesn’t like letting go of you) and when you look up, it is Ajax that smiles at you.

A snowflake coincidentally lands on your nose, and Ajax giggles as he helps wipe the melted ice aside. His gloved fingers remain on your face, gingerly caressing your cheeks. “You’re not very slick about your intentions,” he hums, gazing at the little distinctive features.

“Hm?”

“It’s not odd for you to tell me about your day, but you never say something as direct as that,” he teases you, “‘A Snow-Covered Kiss’, really? Surely you could do better than that. Or you could’ve just asked for one straight away.”

You should pull away from his embrace to teach him a lesson about teasing you— you really should. You don’t, and Ajax doesn’t cover the wide smile adorning his features.

“So,” Ajax begins, and he tilts his nose down to touch yours. Puffs of warm air exit from your mouths and intermingle, and you know that the redness forming on your nose definitely isn’t due to the cold. “Was my take on a snow-covered kiss better than the drink?”

“It’s hard to say,” you hum, still intoxicated by the intimacy of that kiss, “Could you do it again? Just for me to, y’know, get a clearer taste.”

The giddiness in Ajax’s eyes is clear, and he doesn’t waste a second diving back in. And when he resurfaces, you tell him again that it still doesn’t taste sweeter than the drink Aether made you. So he kisses you again. And you tell him again. And the cycle repeats again, and again, and again. And if he ever noticed your ploy to get him to kiss you with a sky full of snowflakes and lips full of love (he did), he never said it.

Though sweet snow-covered kisses you gave you tasted nothing like the drink, you sure could get drunk on the way he handed them to you.

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@souglias happy birthday weird fatooey ginger that sher likes ☹️ kinda short but lol it's like 11.30pm anyway your fanart did you so much justice king pop off <333

✩ ‧₊˚ ✩ LUCKY — GOJO SATORU.

contents. baths + non sexual nudity, established relationships, tired toru :(, lots of kissies and praise for the babie :(, solid proof in the form of writing of how embarrassingly lovesick i am for this FOOL

it’s past midnight when satoru walks into your bathroom. he doesn’t even question why you’re in the bath so late—just gives you a lopsided grin tiredly as you smile.

“you’re home,” you brighten.

“look at you,” he coos, staring down at you with amused eyes, “waitin’ for me?”

satoru is tired—you can tell from the way the his shoulders are slouched and his blindfold is clutched in his hand. “i was,” you hum in agreement, “c’mere.”

it’s all it takes. he’s stripped down and waiting for you to move up so he can slide behind you in seconds, hand waving to motion you forward. but you’re stubborn—you shake your head as you hold an arm out for him.

“baby,” he whines, “c’mon i was out fighting big bad curses all day. jus’ lemme hold—”

“no. just come here, toru,” you insist.

there’s something about it—something about the way your voice is so gentle, so insistent, so knowing. it’s like you can read him more than he can, sometimes. satoru is tired, you can see it, you can feel it. you can’t carry his burdens, but you can hold him while he holds the weight of the world for a night.

maybe it’ll do for now—maybe it’ll even be enough and more.

“what? feelin’ like pampering me today?” he teases, “aren’t i a lucky guy,” he hums—but he climbs into the tub anyway, settling between your legs, leaning his back against your chest as his head falls back against your shoulder.

instantly, two gentle kisses plant themselves against his head, and his eyes flutter shut. he’s starting to feel the beginnings of a headache form—the gentle thump in his skull just barely there, but persistently present.

your thumbs rubs along the sides of his head, enough pressure to soothe the pain like you know it’s coming—he thinks you must.

“you are a lucky guy,” you giggle, “look at me. such a catch.”

he grins, chuckling that boyish chuckle of his freely in your arms as he relaxes. it’s been a while since he’s relaxed, you think—it’s half past midnight and he’ll be up with the sun in a bit to head back to the school, but it’s nice to know he’s relaxed. even just for this short, rare moment.

“oh yeah,” he nods, lips curled into a grin as he cracks an eye open and peers up at you, “s no catch like my pretty ‘lil baby. i’m living it up.”

“glad you know your privileges,” you murmur contently, shaking your head in amusement as you wrap your arms around his body. one hand rubs over his abs—he wants to tease you about feeling him up, wants to make a sly comment about missing his body more than him while he was gone. but there’s something about it, about the way it’s so slow and soothing and soft—it’s so painfully soft, satoru swallows.

finally, he lets his body go slack against yours, sliding down so his head rests against your chest and the water soaks more of his body. it’s warm. the water and your arms. it’s all so, so warm and forgiving.

“aren’t you gonna tell me how lucky you are too? i’ll listen, don’t worry. no interruptions.”

“yeah?” you chuckle, threading fingers through his hair and pulling a soft sigh from him, “wanna know how lucky i am?”

“course,” he murmurs, “well, i already know you’re lucky. it’s me after all—but i’m not opposed to hearing it.”

“how humble of you, satoru,” you snort.

he grins wider—he hasn’t had a chance to smile all day. not properly, at least.

“feel free to start any second,” he says with a wink. then his eyes flutter shut again as your thumb traces his cheek, ever so gently running along the soft angles of his face.

it’s pretty—everything about him is pretty. there are no ugly parts to satoru. just the parts painted from cruel hands. they’re beautiful too, you like to think, in their own, fragile little ways.

“okay,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his head, “i’m very lucky,” you murmur into his hair.

he hums, mumbling a quiet, “knew it.”

“lucky i have such a handsome face to greet,” you pepper kisses along his forehead and find his cheek, giving it an affectionate little bite that makes him huff out an amused chuckle. “and he’s so tall too,” you add, resting your chin on his shoulder.

“that all he is?” he pouts, “just a pretty face? you’re breaking my heart, baby.”

“no,” you say quietly, grabbing his hand and brushing a thumb over his knuckles, “he’s also kind. too kind, sometimes,” you say quietly, “he comes home a bit later than usual every once in a while because he took his students out to eat. he loves them a bit too much, i think.”

“no such thing as too much love,” he hums, squeezing your hand.

you smile, admiring him as he lays against you, small in your hold even with the larger than life weight he carries.

“and he’s strong,” you add, “really strong. it’s not fair sometimes,” you whisper, “he’s got so much on his plate.”

“he handles it fine,” he assures, “he always does.”

“and then he still makes time for little old me,” you say fondly, kissing his shoulder, “never lets me feel lonely. he’s too good to me.”

“there’s no such thing as too good for you,” he gasps offendedly, pouting like you’ve insulted him, “he’s definitely not—”

“and sometimes, he comes home tired. and he tries to act like he’s not because he’s a bit of a prick who doesn’t let me help, but i’m smart and i know him well so i’ve figured it out. and if i’m extra lucky, i might get to hold him for a bit like this and help him relax.”

you squeeze him gently for emphasis, holding him closer as you press your nose into his neck and breathe in his smell. it’s like cologne that’s rudely expensive and that sweet smell only satoru has—it’s all you want to breathe in for the rest of your days.

you hope he’ll allow you that much. something tells you he will.

satoru swallows thickly at that, rubs a thumb over your bare thigh as he rests his free hand over it, the other still in your grasp.

and then, quietly, “maybe he’s fine just coming home to you,” he shrugs, “who can stay tired with such a sweet face waiting at home?”

“i don’t know,” you say thoughtfully, “he’s got a lot to take care of. wonder how he does it.”

“he’s probably the strongest,” he shoots with an easy grin, “sounds like the strongest to me.”

“he is,” you nod, “he’s a lot more than that too. i’m lucky he’s mine.”

“oh yeah?” he drawls—there’s something a little shaky about his voice though.

you choose not to mention it, pressing soft, delicate kisses along his jaw as you murmur, “yeah. he makes me feel really, really lucky. love him so much.”

“love you too,” satoru breathes, “guess we’re both really, really lucky.”

don’t talk to me i don’t want to be perceived. that’s enough softness for a lifetime so the next time i write him he’s getting hit by a bus

Under His Skin Masterlist

Pairing: Jonathan Crane aka Scarecrow (Nolanverse Batman) x F Reader

Dr. Jonathan Crane begins his first day at Arkham Asylum, quietly observing Chief Administrator Dr. Ares Katsaros and his routines. He meets Ares’s fiancée--a woman who unsettles him with her calm composure and lack of fear. Fascinated, Crane begins planning Ares’s downfall while trying to deciding what to do with the woman attached to him.

Dark themes are ahead...

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4

sometimes you have to be a bit mentally ill to get mentally well so if thinking naruto would be proud of you for brushing your teeth is what gets you to brush your teeth well grab that toothbrush dattebayo

Let’s Look Over The Garden Wall

Summary: One wants an easy meal and one wants to play house. 

Word Count: 9.9k

Tags: Alhaitham x Fem!Reader, Smut, MDNI, Modern AU, Vampire AU, Contract Marriage, NSFW, Fluff, Heavy Angst, Unrequited love?, Vampire! Alhaitham, Dom! Alhaitham, Human! Reader, biting, pet name? (calls you good girl) TW: Blood & Blood drinking, TW: Death, Terminally ill! Reader, slight orgasm denial, slight corruption kink, wedding night, temperature play? He falls hard, slow fic, tragedy

Authors note: This whole fic was a challenge since I wanted to write it kinda from Alhaitham’s pov. I’m not really knowledgeable about vampires, so in this fic they’re just a type of monster and not undead, and vampire blood can turn humans into monsters. Enjoy!

Side note: Here is the other side, Finale

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How about a dying character's last words to their lover?

Give me that sweet, gut-wrenching angst.

saying goodbye to your dying lover

'' i love you. ''

'' don't say it. ''

'' please don't leave me. ''

'' it's over/i'm ready. ''

'' what about our future? ''

'' forever didn't last very long. but at least it was a very happy middle. ''

'' you are, by far, the greatest thing that ever happened to me in my [x] years on this Earth. ''

'' i get to die knowing i was loved—not just by anyone—by you. ''

'' i will never love anyone the way i love you. '' '' i pray to god that you do. ''

'' name, i'll find you. ''

'' we'll be together again, i promise. ''

'' it doesn't hurt anymore. ''

'' i'm in the arms of my first love. ''

'' stay with me. ''

'' i'm glad it's me. ''

'' knowing that you'll get the chance to live your life, it brings me the greatest joy. ''

'' i'm not going anywhere. ''

'' you can't sit here and watch me bleed out. ''

'' you're gonna be okay, do you hear me? ''

'' promise me you'll be happy. that you'll love again. ''