i don't like this too much but whatever

“3 Weeks”

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AN // This is pure filth and I’m sorry

TW // Smut, profanity

“Sexual-Frustration. Noun. (countable and uncountable, plural sexual frustrations) A state of agitation felt by an individual whose sexual satisfaction is considerably less than desired”

3 weeks. It had been 3 weeks since he last touched her. It’s not intentional, he’s just been so busy he’s barely noticed and to be fair neither had she but her body had.

For the first week she was fine, content with his fleeting lips on her forehead as he rushed out the door are the tired kisses he gave when he got home late. She was okay with only feeling his hands on the small of her back as he reached over her for his razor as she brushed her teeth. She was fine. The second week was manageable, yes his fleeting lips left her flustered and his tired kisses left her wanting more and sure when his hand brushed over the small of her back it left goosebumps in it’s wake but she could ignore it. She was fine. So why tonight, on the 3 week mark, is she so temperamental? Why has she been short with him all day and why couldn’t she focus on anything at work?

She’d been home from work for about an hour when he walked through the bedroom door. He’s mad at her, she yelled at him this morning for reasons he was unaware of. She’d dodged his phone calls all day and ignored his attempts at finding out what was wrong. Yet he still notices her staring at him when he walks into the room, can see her sat on the bed with her now closed book and her bottom lip between her teeth as her eyes follow him around the room, he can feel her watching him and that’s when it clicks. 

He turns and walks to her like a predator who’s found his victim, his hands pulled her clothes off slowly and then parted her thighs as she watched him with wide eyes. He’s not touching her, not how she needs him to, not where she needs him to. He’s leaning over her with that goddamn smirk on his face as his fingers lightly trace her inner thigh.

“Saw yeh staring. This what’s got you so frustrated? Pretty girl missed my hands on her huh?” 

She can’t respond, she doesn’t need to. He knows her answer, can feel her answer.

“Missed y’too, missed how your body reacts to me like the earth does to lightning. Missed how you arch into me, as needful of me as I am of you. Missed this.

She still doesn’t answer, it’s as though his touch leaves her speechless. Her body is too busy welcoming the feeling of his hands on her skin to reply, too busy forming goosebumps to form words.

“S’my pretty girl not gonna talk to me? She not even gonna moan for me?”

He’s asking for it now, almost teasingly, he can see what he’s doing to her yet he still wants to hear it. He wants to hear her.

“Harry I…”

“What baby? Can’t please you if I don’t know what you want”

And she’s trying, trying to tell him what she needs, trying to ask for more but she just can’t. She’s overwhelmed, he hasn’t touched her for weeks and it’s too much yet not enough all at once.

“H please

“Please what poppet?”

He’s making her beg for it. It’s like he’s punishing her, for being moody with him, for not just asking him to touch her, for making him work it out for himself.

“Please touch me, need you to touch me”

“But I am touching you gorgeous”

She almost sobs, she’s so desperate and he’s toying with her. A moan escaped her as his hands moved to her pubic bone. It was all too slow. The moan was more dissatisfaction than the opposite but still it evokes a teasing glint in his eye.

“Am I close sweetheart? M’I close to where you want me?”

All she can do is nod, he’s so close but he’s not there.

“What about here? is this better?”

His hand is flat against her mound and his thumb is rubbing softly just above the top of her clit. Her eyes are wide and watery as she silently pleads with him to give her what she’s so desperate for.

“Oh no, that’s not what you want is it sweets? No, you want me here”

His thumb finally touches her nerves and it has her gasping like it the first time she’s breathed since she saw him walk into the bedroom. He’s barely done anything but yet she’s arching her back and gripping his arm and he’s enthralled with it, with her, he’s only rubbing her in slow circles and she’s writhing.


“What was that my love?”

He’s not teasing her anymore, not trying to make her beg, he was just so wrapped up in watching her squirm that he couldn’t comprehend what she was asking for.

“Please H, need more”

“My sweet girl wants more huh? Wants me to make her cum?”

She’s breathless, the rasp in his voice driving her insane. All she can do is say “please” like that and his name are all that’s in her vocabulary right now. Her please makes him smile, she’s completely as his mercy and he loves it. He slips his fore and middle finger into her while his thumb presses steady circles into her clit and she’s whimpering and to him it sounds like heaven. He knows her body like he knows his own name, he knows what makes her tick, so when his fingers touch the most sensitive spots inside of her and she lets out a cry he just smiles, her body is his and he knows how to use it. She can feel her stomach tightening and her heart beat in her throat.

“So close”

“Yeah? Is my pretty girl going to cum for me? Gonna let me watch you break?”

Her eyes are squeezed shut as she nods, he can see tears threatening to spill and he’s proud. His fingers stop moving and instead they press on her softest spot, the spot that makes her scream. The pressure there coupled with his thumb on her clit is too much, she’s hypersensitive and he’s using it against her. Both of her hands grip his wrist as she lets out a sob, his head snaps up in worry just to be stunned with the image of his girl completely wrecked because of him and he swears it’s the most beautiful sight he’s ever seen. His free hand moves to cup one side of her face as his thumb brushes away her stray tears, something so innocent compared to what his other thumb is doing to her.

“That’s it sweetheart, cum for me, that’s my good girl”

His lips are on her cheek as she cums, her hands leave his wrist to grip his shirt tightly in her fist. Her body is stiff and her eyes are shut, tears are still streaming down her face but she’s silent. He’s watching her completely fall apart and he can’t believe he’s gone 3 weeks without seeing this, why was he depriving himself of such a beautiful sight? She’s shuddering as she comes down, her eyes still closed but the death grip she had on his shirt slowly being released as he lays her back against the bed.

“Are you okay my love?”

A shaky breath leaves her as she nods and opens her eyes to look him

“I’ve missed you”

It’s a quiet confession that he would’ve missed had he not been solely focused on her. It makes his heart ache. How he could ever leave this perfect girl, his perfect girl, without his touch for so long is beyond him and he’s making a promise to himself to never leave her without him for that long again, never going to deprive himself of her again. 

  • Leo: Can’t we have a little fun? Remember that time Victor and Yuuri spent an entire hour in the bathroom at a press conference?
  • Guang-Hong: Yes, but wasn’t that because Yuuri lost a contact lens?
  • Leo: You’re so cute.
Zodiacs and phrases.
  • Aries: "When I am so angry I can destroy this world"
  • Taurus: "I feel so bad,I want to be with my boyfriend all the time"
  • Gemini: "Hey,Do you want to drink tea with me? Or,maybe,with my dog?"
  • Cancer: "Can I help you?"
  • Leo: "I always do what I want. Whatever what others say." or "I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT I WANT" (believe me,they always want something)
  • Virgo: " I want to go home,sleep,eat and play The Sims 4"
  • Libra: "OHHHH"
  • Scorpio: "Yes,and after that we went to that bar and she was so drunk,but,whatever,I bought the new Cigarettes "
  • Sagittarius: "WHAT. THE. FUCK. ????!"
  • Capricorn: "Oh,no,sorry. I need to do A L0t. Maybe,in the nearest future we will see each other. :)"
  • Aquarius: they don't like talking too much,so that's why they are reading a book,when you see them.
  • Pisces: "I Believe in Santa!!!! I hope,I will see him soon!!! Omg!!! I am so excited!!"
  • +Bonus:
  • Pisces: "I want to see santa!!"
  • Virgo: "Do you know,It's spring now...??"
  • Pisces: "wAt nO I lOvE $aNta!! AnD WhAtEvEr What DiD u Say!!! If you hate him it doesn't matter for me!!" *go away*
  • Virgo:
  • Virgo: what did I hear now

.:The Two Geezers:.

anonymous asked:

Can we get Lafayette behind Alex, so that Alex is facing someone else, and Lafayette is just staring because LAFAYETTE x HAMILTON IS MY OTP.

i don’t know if you mean LIKE THIS,but i love Laf being overprotective towards Alex

btw HamLaf is my OTP too- 


Oh, whatever you do
Don’t come b a c k for me (x)

please don’t ever laugh at someone at the gym who’s lifting very little amounts of weight, or running only a little bit on the treadmill. don’t make fun of someone for putting a machine at the lowest weight or only bench pressing the bar (it’s already 45 lbs on its own). don’t laugh at the people who are just starting out or who physically can’t do too much weights or running or pull ups or squats or whatever. Everyone has to start somewhere


mermaid swamp spam     “I want you to live..”

anonymous asked:

Hey I was wondering if you could do the companions and advisers reacting to a Inquisitor with Chronic Fatigue Syndrome? You don't have to if you don't know what it is or if it's too hard or anything; it's just I have it and idk I would like to see how they'd respond. Thanks for whatever you decide :)

Cassandra: When they first meet Cassandra, to her eternal shame, thinks they are lazy. Anyone who needs that much sleep and is still tired must not be used to hard work, and she is more than happy to make them learn. But in short order- mostly after they traipse through most of the Hinterlands with no complaint- the Seeker begins to doubt her first belief. It’s not just the constant exhaustion that she begins to notice. It’s the headaches and memory loss and the swollen nodes. And when she finally breaks down and asks them their answer- that they have suffered this for years- shames her further. After that she goes out of her way to make things as easy for them to deal with as she can, and woe betide anyone who suggests that the Inquisitor keep watch.

Solas: Solas discovers early on that something is not right. The first time he sees the Inquisitor rubbing their temples he offers a small burst of restorative healing magic to relieve it, but is confused to find that the headache- rather than being a simple stresser or migraine- is instead bound by a thin dark line to a malignet net reaching all throughout the Inquisitor. A few pointed questions has the whole story before him, and while a cure seems unlikely the mage is more than willing to help develop symptom treatment to make their days a little easier.

Varric: Well, he’s been saying it wasn’t a good story for heroes, but even he didn’t see this one coming. BUt for all his posturing and jokes Varric is at heart a compassionate sort. More than that he is observatn as all get out, and it is he who first begins to notice the INquisitor flagging on that first hike to the Temple of Sacred Ashes. Even after the healers and mages confirm that someting is truly the matter and begin working on treatments he remains vigilant, always keeping an eye on their fearless leader in case they need anything. It’s no different, in his mind, than watching any of his Kirkwall companions after a fight- stubborn lot that refuse to admit weakness- and in a way the role is almost familiar.

Sera: LIke Cassandra Sera is inclined to believe that the Inquisitor is lazy and too big for themselves when they first meet, but when she gets the whole story the Red Jenny becomes one of their staunchest defenders. Anyone who says anything bad about the Inquisitor is mercilessly pranked, and she is always trying to get them to take a nap, even though she knows it doesn’t help.

Vivienne: It’s not the first time she’s seen a condition like this, and so the Enchanter takes it in stride. There is no cure that she has heard of for it, but months of taking care of Bastian has given her a talent for symptom treatment, and brews a cacophony of potions, elixers and tonics to help them combat the worst of it. In her mind it is a challange- which she loves- but also a way to allieviate a burden that one already so burdened should not have to carry. And any who give the Inquisitor grief over their condition is very quickly made to regret it.

Blackwall: He can’t say that he understands exactly what the healers are going on about in depth, but if the Inquisitor needs as much rest as they can get and the occasional early stop to a day’s travel, or even just someone with a sharp memory then he is their man. Anyone who has suffered like they have suffered shouldn’t be judged -not that he is the one to judge any- and more than one they lose an argument about him not carrying their pack. Anything he can do to lighten their load he does, and hear’s no complaint.

Dorian: Despite his reputation for being a slugabed Dorian is the first to be willing to pull long hours, and in the beginning he thinks that the Inquisitor has been indulging in one too many nights burning the literal midnight oil. But as the symptoms add up he is very suddenly concerned; their symptoms are very similar to Felix’s day to day life, and it makes his wary. But once he has a clearer picture of what is happening he is determined to make himself useful, and shares with Vivienne those draughts that were most beneficial to his departed friend. 

Iron Bull: Among the Qunari such things are rare- the pysiological differences between Qunai and other races being the main reason- but among the Viddathari there have been documented cases. So long as the person who is so affected is loyal to the Qun and fulfils their tasks allowances can be made– this is partly due to the fact that even Qamek does not affect the biological symptoms of the condition. As such the Iron Bull notices what is going on early and make sure that there is always something or someone in place to help the inquisitor do what needs to be done.

Cullen: If there is anyone who is in absolutely no position to judge someone for needing to rest it’s the commander. He is in awe of them for suffering- far more than he is suffering in some ways- and still going out week after week to save a world that doesn’t always understand. To his end he does everything he can to make their load lighter, and sometimes when the withdrawl gets too bad he takes both inspiration and encouragement from them and tells himself that if they can do it so can he.

Josephine: She can’t even imagine. For someone who spends hours and hours awake, fighting migraines brought on by head aches and then falls happily into a soft bed, the ambassador can not even endure the idea that sleeping in that sme bed would do nothing to relief the exhaustion or quell the headache, or bring the fuzzy edges of a memory into focus. Add tot hat the burden of being a religious icon and the last hope for Thedas, and she is almost in tears for them. But it also lights a fire in her, and Josephine Cherit Montiliyet will go to the trenches for the Inquisitor, doing everything in her power to make them comfortable and safe.

Leliana: For almost a year Leliana watched two wardens battle nightamre fueled exhuastion, hunger and pain from the blight within their very blood, and the grinding, grueling agony of being the last hope for a nation. At the time her ability to help was limited to the hands on, but now? With an army of spies at her back and a quarry of steel in her spine? There is nothing the spymaster will not do to help the Inquisitor with whatever they need. 

Cole: “Tired, so tired, but sleep doesn’t help. Joints ache, muscles twitch, you know they said something but  can’t remember. Eyes won’t focus, have to see what is coming but your head hurts too much to focus. No, you aren’t crazy, just different. They want to help, they don’t judge. To them you are perfect, exactly what they need.

–Mod Fereldone

SasuSaku Month; Prompt Ten

Title: Company
Summary: It didn’t take him long to remember how much he despised solitude.
Disclaimer: I don’t own Naruto.
Prompt: Impulsive
Rating: K+

He doesn’t know why he accepted her offer. In fact, he hadn’t fully realized that he’d agreed until after he saw her face light up with a mixture of shock and excitement.

Well, maybe he had a slight idea as to why. But he wasn’t about to let her know that over the past several months he’d actually begun to enjoy her company and listening to her talk. It wasn’t that he’d ever really minded it; not really. It was just during his first several months back in the village the last thing he’d wanted was company of any kind.

Especially from his two talkative ex-teammates.

She’d asked him to do all sorts of things before. Not so much as asked, but rather presented the offer.

“We’ll be all going out tonight if you’d like to come along, Sasuke-kun.”

“You’re welcome to join me at the training fields in the morning if you want?”

“If you get bored, feel free to stop by! I like having company over.”

Always polite. Always trying to include him. He’d just never cared or ever wanted to participate in any of their mundane activities. He was convinced that all he needed was himself and that it would be good enough to simply live alone in peace.

It didn’t take him long to remember how much he despised solitude.

But after he’d spent months isolating himself he found it difficult to try and reverse the damage he’d done. And with his pride and his stubbornness getting in the way of any progress being easily made, he would never try to initiate anything with any of his teammates or comrades.

So when Sakura offered her company to him—the night before his birthday no less—he found it difficult, in the back of his mind, or outright deny her offer.

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Shit I've Heard In Class (Part Six):
  • "They're not looking for me because I don't look like a felon—but I am."
  • "I reserve the right to change that by tomorrow."
  • "What did him and the girl do?"
  • "He said 'I'm gonna make a million dollars,' and he did."
  • "I'm essentially a ghost nihilist."
  • "Nothing changes unless you change it."
  • "They have too much time on their hands."
  • "I think they think we're stupid—and the worst part? We are."
  • "I can't wait until you and yours are dead."
  • "Yes, I am not lying."
  • "I put a meme on the Facebook the other day."
  • "It's just whatever."
  • "People who need money work."
  • "Don't be doing that stuff, it's bad."
  • "You're Satanic."
  • "Your face is naked."
  • "Only because I said so."
  • "Damn you're hot—I'm not gonna hit on you, but you're still hot."
  • "I'm gonna be your dad now: don't be doing that stuff."
  • "I might just be describing myself."
  • "I'm not allowed to play this at home."
  • "Uh-oh, you had six gay thoughts, now you're gay."
  • "I didn't move on to bigger fruits."
  • "But what does she listen to at night? K-pop?"
  • "Committing a felony does not make one Satan."
  • "I am not encouraging this kind of behavior before finals."
  • "You appear to be insensitive."
  • "Stop talking like that, you're making me feel bad."
  • "Oh my god just fail the quiz already."
  • "I'm just gay."
  • "He actually does think you're a bad person if you like pepperoni."

anonymous asked:

Oh okay, sorry! I have an alien character who was born on an insect planet where the ratio is 90% female and 10% Male. Females are much more colorful than males too. He is a male, but due to a genetic anomaly he has bright colors and although I hate saying this, he looks like a female. I don't know how to address this, but what should I say about his gender? I'm sorry if this is rude too.

Gender is whatever your character feels, it’s separate from sex. If I understand this right, you have a male character, who by genetic anomaly looks like a female. But the key word here is looks. So they have functioning male parts. If the society is anything like ours, they’d be assigned male. So if your character believes they’re a boy, they’d be a boy. But if they say they’re a girl, they’d be a trans girl (if she wants to use the word trans), but a girl nonetheless. And same thing for nonbinary

Please correct/inform me if I’ve said anything wrong.

Edit: Hey guys! Thanks for the comments. I definitely wasn’t thinking wide enough and completely left out the possibility of being intersex. I apologize for that. Though while what I said above still stands, I agree with commenters that this seems more likely. That is if the society does things similar to how we do.

Dammit I should be sleeping but this came into my brain for some reason I don't even know why and its too important not to share so

Inukag AU where Inuyasha brings Kagome home for the first time and instantly Inuparents are distrustful because she looks so much like his ex that screwed him over big time and they don’t want to see their precious puppy go through that again so they try everything they can think of to get to her leave like being mean, then overly nice, being embarrassing, weird, or just whatever but all their ideas fail because it turns out Kagome just agrees with everything they do and think they’re pretty awesome/fun/responsible/protective and all that and Inuparents are just like “???? um” and they keep trying but Kagomes just like “lol cool” until eventually mom and dad start to see that she’s nothing like his ex and they start to like her and they all live happily ever after.

Meanwhile Inuyasha is making eyes at his new gf and doesn’t even notice his parents being mortifyingly embarrassing and trying to drive her away because he’s too busy imagining making babies with her and only comes back to the real world when the words “baby pictures” enters his brain and that’s when the shit REALLY hits the fan.


what do we want? drugs! when do we want them? now! ( requested by anonymous )

anonymous asked:

Just saw this blog and I loved the S.O being possessed one, you write the guys so well! Can I request a similar scenario like this, except while the S.O is possessed, whatever weapon they have in their hands they end up like, stabbing themselves so they don't hurt whatever one of the chocobros they're with? o____o They don't die, but almost do? Sorry if this doesn't make sense, thank you!

Thank you so much! I’m so glad you liked it and that I’m doing a good job writing the boys. I was super worried I was making them too OC.

This one I did a little different than the Deamon ones, so hopefully it’s just as good. <3


You couldn’t believe how stupid you were, Ardyn had somehow tricked you.

That bastard tricked you!

Separating you from the others, and placed some type of spell, some type of curse on you, so you couldn’t control your body. Your mind was still your own, but your body was his puppet to do with as he pleased, as he tormented the others.


Your body let out a scream, as you charged at Noctis, your own sword raised to strike the man. Your possessed body slashing and swinging at the man as if you had no training at all.

“Y/N, what’s wrong?” Noctis called, warping out the way of a second random swing from your wild attack.

You couldn’t answer him, no matter how much you wanted to, only able to shed tears as you attacked him. Only to think of how ridiculous you must have looked, attacking your Prince, your boyfriend, trying to kill him.

“Noct!” Prompto called from somewhere that was your left.

“Don’t, Y/n is still in there!” Noctis yelled, as you slashed again, only to watch him block.

Another scream of pain erupted from your throat, as you swung at the man, only to realize at the last second your sword shifted to the right. You were gaining a little control over your body, your only thought being that you had to end this.  

Noctis could only watch, as you slowly rose your sword again, rushing the man straight on. Out of instinct the man tossed his sword away, to warp after it, only to realize mid-warp that you had changed direction, going after his sword. “Y/N, wait!”

Yet instead of reaching out to grab it like he thought, you stepped into the blade’s path, sword slashing open your left side, your body immediately hitting the ground, as if someone had cut the strings to a puppet.

Your fingers twitched, you did it, as you heard a deep chuckle somewhere on the battlefield.

“Seems you figured out a way to break the spell, my little Princess.”

“Ardyn!” Noctis growled.

You turned your head to the figure beside you, gasping as you realized it was indeed Ardyn, wanting to crawl away, but you’re body felt heavy. At least you could now feel it. Letting out a cry in pain, as you felt Ardyn’s hand move on your open wound.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk, you created quite the mess.” He chuckled, only to leap back as Noctis raced over slashing at the man. “Do see to that, Noct, she won’t last very long.” The man replied, before disappearing.

Your eyes were becoming so much more heavy, as you reached out to the blurry figure that was your boyfriend. “Noct…”

“Y/N!” Noctis gasped turning to you, panicking as he looked to the blood spilling from the large gash on your left side. “What were you thinking?”

You couldn’t help but smile, as you focused on those blue eyes before you, “Noct…” You whispered cupping his face, before everything became black.

A warm comfort to your right side, a very familiar warm comfort to your right side. You opened heavy eyes, noticing that you were at a campsite, bundled up in a sleeping bag, Twitching your left hand, as you noticed a bandaged just under your ribcage, where the sword pierced you, and a couple of potion bottles not far from your head. Moving your vision back to the right, as you saw the familiar spiky mess that was Noctis’ hair, laying beside you on his own sleeping bag, curled up to you tightly.

Moving your shoulder the best you could, with the man currently making sure you didn’t roll to your side reopening your wound. Smiling as those familiar blue eyes opened to look at you, watching as sleep left them rather quickly as he sat up.

“Y/N, are you okay, are you hungry?” He asked.

You shook your head, too weak to sit up and embrace him like you wanted, you still felt so sleepy, wanting nothing more than to cuddle up next to him, a soft groaned escaping your throat, “Noct,please.”

The Prince seemed to understand the call, as he unzipped your sleeping back of your right side, curling up beside you, so you could rest your head under his chin. Falling back into a dreamless sleep almost immediately.


You felt yourself hyperventilating as you stood before Prompto, one of his guns held in your hand pointing toward the blonde, who had his arms raised, refusing to fight against you. How did you allow this to happen, how did you allow Ardyn control over your body?

“Don’t be afraid now, how is this any different than what you do to those others.” Ardyn chuckled standing beside you, as he gently nudged the gun to get a  more accurate shot of Prompto.

You’re panting seemed to shake the rest of your body, “Prompto.”

“I know this isn’t your fault, Y/n” Prompto smiled softly, his hands still raised.

Ardyn maneuvered your hand causing your finger to put pressure on the trigger, “Just a little twitch and you’re free to go, it’s that easy.”

“Please, please, please.” You beg to whomever would listen, tears falling from your eyes. “Please I can’t. Please.” You cried, as your finger squeeze the trigger, only for Ardyn to suddenly shove your arm down, causing you to shoot at Prompto’s feet with a scream escaping your throat.

“Let’s try this again.” Ardyn chuckled, as you let out a sob, your arm still shaking. “It appears you have one more bullet left, better make this one count.”

You turned your head to Ardyn, “Please don’t make me do this!”

Ardyn’s eyes widen in mock sympathy, as he looked to you, “Oh why not, he’s just as empty as the rest of them.”

“Please, he’s not.” You beg, feeling your arm still shaking, as the weight of the gun seemed to double, was he actually going to let you go?

“You make a compelling argument, but then again…” Ardyn laughed, as he touched your arm, all the control he had over it disappearing, yet the forced feeling remained in the rest of your body.

Your mind racing, before you could even think it through, you pulled the gun to your right hip, a smile on your face, “I’m so sorry Prompto.”

“Y/N” Prompto called in shock, as you pulled the trigger, hearing a loud pop, before a rush of pain blossomed from your side. You couldn’t even shriek, as you collapsed faceforward to the ground.

“And she was so close.” Ardyn chuckled, “Oh well, do see to her young Prompto, she does have long.”

You heard Prompto’s clumsy footfalls by your head, the blondes entire attention on you, as he removed the fabric often tied around his waist, pushing it against your wounded right side. Tears falling from his eyes, as he panicked, not knowing what to do,

“Y/N, why would you do that?” He cried, before turning else where, “Noct! Ignis!”

You slowly reached a hand out, taking his left in your own, “I know…”

Prompto turned frantic eyes back to you again, “Hang on, Ignis will be here soon with a Hi-Potion.”

“Okay.” You whisper, eyes closing, you could hear him screaming and begging you to stay awake, but Prompto you were so sleepy.

“…she’ll be fine Prompto.” Ignis voice cut through the blackness, followed by what sounded like a door opening than closing.

Opening your eyes, you found yourself on a rollaway bed, in some motel, glancing around, before you found Prompto sitting in a chair by the bedside.  The blonde was playing on his phone, and hadn’t noticed you, but whatever he was doing couldn’t distract him long enough,since he kept clicking away at the device, more than likely opening and closing the same 3 tabs.

“Chocoboo,” You call softly, rolling over to your left, flinching as your wound strained against the movement, laughing only seemed to aggravate it more as you watched him almost drop his phone.

“Y/n, you’re up? Are you feeling okay? Do you need me to get Ignis? Something to drink?” He panicked, as reached out your left hand from the blanket. Relief seeming to wash over his face, as he took your hand. “I was so scared.”

Slowly moving your other hand out the bed to encircle the one that was holding yours, “Me too.”

Prompto placed down his phone, he crawled into the small bed, luck would have it that you both could fit, the two of you laying side by side staring into each other’s eyes. “I’m sorry…”

“Shh, this wasn’t your fault.” You whispered softly, pulling his left hand up to cradle between the two of you. Resting your forehead against his, as his freckles slowly disappeared from vision, your eyes becoming heavy again. “How long was I asleep?”

“About two days.”

“Did you sleep?”

“… No.”

You kissed the hand cradled in your own, “Go to sleep Prompto.” You reply, before drifting back off to sleep.


You wanted to scream, you really did, but couldn’t beyond this stupid helmet placed on your head.  It masked you entire identity from the boys, and with that stupid curse,spell, whatever the hell Ardyn had placed on you, you couldn’t speak and at this moment, you were currently going against your huge behemoth of a boyfriend.

“Where’s Y/N!” Gladiolus barked, as he slashed at you with his greatsword, only for you to flip out the way last second.

You wanted so bad, to apologize to the guy, a few days ago you two had gotten into a fight over something so petty, and had been too stubborn to apologize to one another. Now here you were fighting against the man, wanting nothing more to run into his arms and apologize, yet your voice was stripped from you, and your body no longer in control. Even as you summoned a greatsword of your own, to block two of the daggers Ignis threw at you.

“Gladio isn’t that one of yours?” Prompto called, as you rose the sword, feeling your body strain under the weight of the weapon. You couldn’t lift the damn thing normally, and your body was screaming for you to put it down.

Gladiolus let out a roar as he rushed you, swinging his own Greatsword down on the one you were holding, “Where the hell is Y/N!” He yelled, his eyes red with rage, but he couldn’t see your horrified face on the other side of the mask.

Pushing him off yourself, you swung in a large arch to gain distances from the others, turning around as you noticed a glowing rock, it was one of those stones that Noctis dragged magic out of, and by the blue glow it was an ice one. Racing toward the rock, you dodged Prompto’s bullets, standing above the rock, as you rose the Greatsword above yourr head, feeling you body almost collapse under the weight.

“If they strike that, we won’t be able to dodge!” Ignis called.

“Prompto!” Noctis yelled toward the blonde, who quickly rose his gun.

“On it!”

You heard a “TINK”, as your head rocked to the left, your helmet falling off, the GreatSword still above your head, as you stared at your friends without the helmet blocking you.

“Y/n…” Gladiolus called in disbelief.

“I…I don’t have much time, I’m so sorry Gladdy.” You call a sad smile on your face, as you slammed the sword onto the rock. Watching as Gladiolus pulled up a shield, dragging everyone behind it. The pressure of striking the rock, sending you back, as you slammed into the mountainside behind you, immediately making your world white out.

You didn’t feel anything at first, and everything was white. You had to admit, you were surprised to have actually made it to heaven.

Only to realize that the ice white of your vision was fading, and  becoming color, blinking your eyes, you realized you were staring at the roof of a hotel, rolling your head to the left as you saw Gladiolus sitting not far from you, book in hand, acting your guard. You shivered wanting to reach out a hand to grab him and his attention, only to realize the big guy must have tucked you in with all the blankets in the room, yet you were still so cold.

Closing your eyes again, you laid back, you wanted to apologize for the stupid fight, you wanted to explain what happened, but your head hurt so bad, and you just couldn’t stop shivering. You were certain that your lips had turned blue, as you exhaled earlier seeing a puff of your breath. Which made your first words even more strange, but you knew what would help. As it always did.

“Baby, I’m cold.”

Almost as if on cue, the book closed, as the warm body, of Gladiolus climbed into bed with you, pulling you to lay directly on top of him. His arms wrapping around you tightly, as he rubbed your back.


“Mmhm.” You muttered, wiggling to get free of your cocoon, pulling an arm out to rest against the strong chest pressed against your cheek, curling on your side, as you traced the patterns of the bird on his chest. “Baby…”

“I know, Babe, me too.”


Rain poured around you, mixing with the tears falling down your face, a lance held in your hands, as you slashed at Ignis again and again. The man never returned the attack, only using his daggers to parry each of your attacks.

“Y/N, love what happen?” Ignis called, as one of your thrust barely missed his cheek.

“Iggy, I can’t control my body.” You cried, managing to kick one of his daggers out his hand, coming around with a roundhouse only for the man to block, shoving you back, as you lost the spear.

Ignis moved, as he embraced you tightly with the arm holding his remaining dagger, using his height to lift you off the ground, holding you tightly to his chest. “Do you know what type of spell?”

Managing to free an arm, you shrieked, as you turned in his one arm grasped, elbowing the man in the face, sending his glasses flying. “Iggy, I’m sorry.” You gasped, your body moving back as his defenses lowered.  “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, dear.” He called, only to grunt as your body rushed forward tackling him to the ground. Your knees on either side of his chest your arm reaching out to the dagger in his hand. “Yet I’ve been better.”

You were at a lost of words, as the man underneath you didn’t seem the bit disturbed that his girlfriend was currently holding a dagger to his neck. “Iggy, I don’t know what to do.” You cried, rain pouring heavier around you all, the man’s green eyes staring directly into your own, as you slowly rose the knife.

“Everything’s going to be fine, my love. You’re not in control of your self at this time.” Ignis replied, underneath you.

Fighting for control of your body, you braced a hand besides the man’s head, twisting your body as you rose your hand. Watching as he closed his eyes, you let out a scream, as you body plunged the dagger down toward his face, closing your eyes before impact.

Ignis laid beneath you, waiting for the feeling of his flesh being cut open, only to feel your entire weight laid on his chest. “Love? Y/n?”

“Iggy, sweetie, I’m going to ask you to move me softly please.” You whine, hunched over him, hissing in pain as he slowly rolled you both over, only to hear him gasp in shock, at the dagger you had plunged into your stomach. “I believe I missed everything vital, but it seems to have done the trick.”

“That was rather reckless, love.” Ignis stated, removing a handkerchief  from his shirt pocket, as he wrapped it around the blade.

You laughed, only to groan at the pull it caused in your stomach. “Oh Iggy, is that the one I got you for your birthday?”

“Worry not, I shall get it cleaned.” He stated, as he removed one of his gloves, “Please open, love, I’ll have to pull it out before applying the hi-potion.”

You opened your mouth, allowing the leather between your teeth. Looking him in the eyes, before nodding and closing your eyes, rather not looking at him pull the dagger from you. Yet that didn’t mean you couldn’t feel it, forcing your limbs to remain on the muddy ground you turned your head with a muffled scream, caking your hair with mud.

“There we are, are you still with me, Y/n?” Ignis inquired, as you felt the Hi-Potion knitting up your skin, and cleaning the cut, before making the area numb.

Opening your eyes, you noticed his glasses not far from your head, reaching out, as you noticed the right lense was caked in mud, giving a shrug you wiped it on a spot of your dress shirt that wasn’t covered in blood or mud, happy to see that you didn’t crack the lense like you originally thought.

Rolling your head back to Ignis, the man removed the glove from your mouth, as he helped you sit up with a wince, taking the glasses as he placed them back on his face, “I do apologize again, love.”

“Water under the bridge my dear.” He replied, as he wrapped his suit jacket around your shoulders. “Are you fine to stand?” He asked as he helped you mouth weakly to your feet, only to collapse back to the ground.

“Oh the pains not that bad,” You pout to yourself, going to your feet again, only to feel your legs to fail again,  “Ignis, my love, please help me to my feet, I may need a shoulder to lean on.” Only to gasp, as the man scooped you up in a Princess carry. “Oh, Ignis, do put me down, I’ll be fine.”

“Than allow me to do this for me, my cupcake.”

You could only huff, your limbs were heavy as lead, and the man wasn’t going to set you down anytime soon, only to lean forward sweeping his bangs from his face.  Feeling your eyes become heavy as you rested your head on his shoulder, only to gasp awake as you felt a jostle.

“I apologize, love, yet I can’t allow you to rest just yet, we need to make sure that the wound does not reopen.”

“Kinda of difficult to do, when you’re so comfortable.”

Ignis chuckled, “ I’ve cleaned the area best I could, it appears that we will have to find a motel for the night to ensure that your wounds are properly cleaned. So my dear, I will have to request you keep speaking so that I am aware that you are not dozing off on me.”

“Well as you have asked so nicely.”

By the time you arrived to the hotel, you realized that you had begun rambling, yet new it was due to the high fever you had developed. The others leaving you and Ignis to yourselves as the man washed and cleaned the two of you in the shower, seeing that the fever had made it even more difficult to walk.


“Yes, my dear?” Ignis called, drying your hair with a towel as you sat in a chair before him.

“Do you believe it’s okay for me to rest now?”

“I should see no harm in it, it would do wonders for your fever.”

“All right.”

Ignis didn’t even flinch as he reached out, catching your collapsing body from falling off the chair, letting out a chuckle, as he scooped you up, placing you in bed, before crawling into bed next to you, allowing you to curl up to him. It had been a rough day for the both of you, you deserved rest.

  • me: jesus fucking christ im fat. i need to not eat anything at all anymore. 2000 calories is too much, so i should like eat only a meal and a half a day. small portion sizes and counting calories on everything. i need to get skinny!!
  • me to me: get rid of your internalized fatphobia and love yourself. exercise if you must but don't overdo it. a little chub is okay. it's healthy. eat whatever you want, life is too short to count calories. please love your body