#your pov

[lurinsailors]

[vinnipnida1]

caine x reader (tadc): special treatment

all the caine x readers i've been seeing are lowkey trash and inaccurate. so in this one, caine is basically always sweet to you and gives you special treatment

edit: ok like since the time i said most of them were trash, a lot more good caine x reader fanfics have come out and im happy abt that

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A SKY OF INSOMNIA | AFTER EP 6 (MADE UP)

Jax has been stuck in his room, not saying anything. Not a word to anyone. It's a little different, and though none of us should really complain about the silence we've been begging for, we're all a little concerned.

I decided to ask Pomni about it. She had spoken with him last, they were on a team together during the adventure. However, to my disappointment, she didn't give me a clear answer whatsoever.

"He's... not in a good place right now," was all she said before walking away.

So now I'm sitting on my bed in my room, staring at the ceiling above my eyes. My room was a colorful, overstimulating fragment of hell that I've only learned to get used to.

One thing I'll never get used to, however, is him popping into my room.

"Hello, my dear!" Damn it. I jinxed it.

Caine, the AI with massive teeth and eyeballs for a head, was the irritating ringmaster of this hellhole. Every so often, he would pop up in my room out of thin air, smothering me with loud words, thick with bothersome enthusiasm.

"The last adventure was a real doozy, wasn't it, darling?" he shouted, his makeshift face resembling some sort of smile. My blood curdled whenever he called me those stupid names, but it made me flustered at the same time... I would never admit that part to him, of course.

"Yeah, what a great idea, giving everyone guns to shoot the hell out of each other," With that, I pointed a finger gun to my temple. While it symbolized my sentence, it embodied my current feelings at the moment... if not my everyday feelings within the past year.

"Anyway, it's time for a new adventure; one that you and all of you other crazy characters will love! It will take place in a crazy land of fire and torture-"

"Wait, wait," I interrupted. "Can we not participate in something insane and deadly for once?"

At my objection, he seemed a little hurt... well, as much hurt as an AI could possibly express. "Well, what would you like then? I'll listen to anything you'd like."

"Something from the suggestion box, a peaceful one, I mean," I looked Caine dead in the eyes, as serious as ever. "And absolutely not one of Jax's." The teeth-man then nodded vigorously, floating over to me and then patting my head.

"Good! Let's go now, darling, to the stage!" He snapped his fingers, summoning everyone to the stage... including Jax. He looked absolutely pissed. Not snarky, not playful, not unserious... just genuinely fed up and pissed. Maybe even more than the rest of us characters.

"Alright, folks, a little birdie..." he looked over at me as he said that, causing me to blush with the embarrassment of being called out. I averted my gaze as I could feel eyes on me. "...informed me that our next adventure must be something from the suggestion box... yet again. So, we will look through these..."

He zipped his way over to the suggestion box, skimming through the suggestions. "Eh... no... not that one... no... oh! Here's a great one!"

"So... what is it?" Zooble spoke up, their tone sharp as usual. Caine whipped his dental-head around to look at them.

"Go on inside," He snapped his fingers and a loopy portal appeared. Looking at those things used to give me headaches, but I think Caine took account of that and changed the uncomfortable, bright patterns of the portal to make it more mellow and peaceful. Those were one of the things that reminded me to be a little less cold toward him... at least in the moment.

Warping through the colorful wormhole, my body tumbled smoothly into a sky of fluffy, white clouds. My head, limbs, and torso suddenly became the weight of feathers. Zooble came in after me, their expression become a little more calm as a wave of peace washed over us.

“Wow,” they exclaimed, looking over at me. “This was a pretty awesome suggestion.”

“Yeah,” I chuckled in reply. “I wonder who suggested it… this is awesome,”

Zooble nodded, placing a plastic hand on my shoulder before floating over to one of the clouds. They inched toward the cloud as if swimming through air, then laid their scrambled body on top of the surface.

A couple seconds after getting accommodated, they sank into the cloudy bed of comfort. Uncharacteristically, they became calm, closing their eyes softly.

I floated over to another cloud, shaping its light mass into a nice surface for me to lay on. There was a glowing sun above us, enough to bring us a perfect amount of warmth to bask in.

The rest of the characters entered the blue atmosphere, joyful expressions forming onto their faces. All of them… except for Jax.

The purple tampon kept his fed-up act, his negativity becoming infectious. He kept away from everyone, arms crossed and face scrunched.

“Well, hello, my dear!” My thoughts were interrupted immediately at the voice of Caine, who popped up right next to me. I jumped in my spot, my heart suddenly racing.

“Caine?! Why are you here?” I exclaimed. “Aren’t you supposed to be at the circus?” It was surprising as Caine, who never came on a single adventure with us, was suddenly leaning back on the cloud beside me.

“Well, I chose this adventure for us,” he explained, his voice joyful as ever. “I wanted to… you know.. have a moment with you,”

I remained frozen at his words, red heat dusting my cheeks. I looked deep into his eyeballs, appalled, in awe. He planned this entire thing.. for me. No craziness, no horror, no dread… just a peaceful surrounding of clouds.

"From the complaining all of you spit out of your human mugs, I can only infer that this is a much better adventure for you, is it not?" He asked, spinning his decorative cane in his hand for show. "Do you like it?"

I nodded slowly, really taking in the warmth of the situation. He then beamed widely with his teeth-head, a pink blush in positioned where cheeks would normally be on his face. A bashful air emitted from him as he patted me on the head kindly.

"Well, I'm glad you do, darling!" He sprang back up in the air with a twirl. "Now I know to do these types of adventures more often... unless you say otherwise." He offered with a smile. A soft grin formed on my face as I looked down at my feet, totally flustered. Suddenly, I felt a small peck on the top of my head before he disappeared, leaving me to myself in the clouds.

[choochooboss]

[huehubun]

Another Eyeless Jack fanart.

Scenario: You were Exploring in an abandoned Hospital but stumbled into him and now you are being chased.

[rosemetalblogs]

POV ur on ur knees begging for a taste ;P

[littlecherrydoll]

Trans and Tempting come see yourself

Do well to Reblog ❤️

[maybemaleksentmeasakindness]

Whittling

Summary - You and Liam have an arrangement of sorts. You patch him up and he makes sure you sleep. It's fine, right? Just two pals, helping each out.

A/N - There is cursing (this is your warning). As always, these characters and places don't belong to me. This is me making up for the lack of Liam Mairi fics in the world. 2k words.

Your POV

A soft light filtered through the curtains of your room. You had watched it since the moment you’d woken up, moving across the shelf where Liam’s carving sat and toward where your toes were tucked away at the edge of the bed. You had been up for a few hours and might’ve gotten out of bed if there wasn’t a beautiful blonde man lying in your bed beside you. Instead, you settled with sitting up against the headboard.

When you’d woken up Liam was dead asleep, one arm slung half-heartedly over your middle with not much space between your bodies, considering the bed was technically only made for one person. You pondered if whoever designed the rooms considered how much time some people spent in their peer’s bed, and if they perhaps did this to try and curb that habit. You chuckled quietly, considering how Liam might simply take it upon himself to take his skills with wood and a few tools to the next level and make a larger bed frame so you both could be comfortable. But that would mean admitting that you aren’t just extra good at healing his wounds, and he wasn’t extra good at noticing your exhaustion. That he just showed up at your room at night to clean him up. That he knew you weren’t getting sleep and insisted on staying the night. Just two peers, two friends, caring for each other because a larger bed frame made feelings real. Too real. 

A soft snore pulled you from your thoughts as you tugged Liam’s still sleeping form against your body, letting your fingers trace the rebellion relic around his wrist. A low groan left Liam, barely aware of the touch. Your finger traced up the mark, over his arm. It didn’t feel fair to make children suffer for their parents' choices. Liam shifted slightly, but you didn’t stop, fingers tracing higher. Liam tucked himself closer to you with another groan. Your body shook slightly with laughter. 

“Good morning, Mr. Mairi,” you teased.

“You should be sleeping right now,” Liam mumbled back, eyes still closed. “And don’t call me that.”

“Couldn’t sleep.” Not that you could sleep much these days. Just because you had a decent chance with a dragon and blade didn’t mean you were free of the terrors that came with it. 

Liam responded by tugging you down beside him, pressing a kiss to your hairline. 

A tension you didn’t know you were holding in your body seemed to ease up slightly in response before you tucked yourself closer to him, tangling your legs under the sheets. The skin of your face tingled as you felt Liam’s breath fan over it. It was warm and inviting, while giving an odd sensation. A pause, Liam’s eyes still hadn’t opened. “We could get an early breakfast,” you suggested, cutting through the silence.

“I told you I was going to help you get more sleep, and that’s what I’m doing.” Liam responded. He opened his eyes for a moment, examining you carefully. 

You smiled before placing yourself closer to Liam. You wanted to say something, to fill the pause. It’s not that you completely disliked the silence but it was more time to run around in circles and for you to do something stupid like kiss him. Ask him what exactly all of this was. “Liam?” 

“Mmm?” Liam hummed out in response, eyes still closed, both arms around your middle. 

You chuckled slightly realizing you had nothing more to say. “I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to say your name.”

“Sleep,” was Liam’s only response.

It wasn’t that easy, but you would try. If not for yourself, for him. Liam was aware of the whittling he was doing with his carvings, just not the whittling he was doing to your heart. Carving out a Liam-spaced home. 

Liam’s POV

Liam often wondered if there was ever a day he didn’t need something patched up if he would still show up at your door, if you would even let him in. But they were Riders in training, there would always be something to patch up. That always seemed to occupy Liam’s mind. Walking to your room at night. Sitting as you patched him up. Falling asleep next to you. Waking up next to you. 

It was nearly his first thought when he woke up as you pulled him tighter against you. He groaned slightly, not feeling ready to be up, and wanting you to be asleep. Liam, too tired to actually say anything, decided just to let out a low groan. A graon meant to represent the earliness and his displeasure with you being awake. Liam felt your fingers glide up from his wrist, up his arm in intricate patterns. For just a moment he thought you were drawing a picture when he realized it wasn’t any sort of free form. You were tracing his rebellion relic again. He wondered for a few moments what it would be like to wake up in his own bed, no fingers tracing up the marking on his skin. Liam had grown so accustomed to waking up beside you. He just needed an excuse to come call on your meticulous healing skills every night. What would happen if one day he made it out without some injury to be taken care of? What then? Would he still be invited into your room, your bed? The first night you’d ever spent sharing a bed was the best night of sleep in Liam’s life. 

Liam groaned at the thought of losing this opportunity to share a bed with you, preferring your warmth. He curled his body against your’s slightly, as if doing that wouldn’t let you escape, or perhaps his warmth would convince you back to sleep—–which would let him fall back asleep. 

“Good morning, Mr. Mairi,” you said, a clear teasing in your voice. He hated when you called him that, like he was your superior. “And don’t call me that.”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he heard you respond. 

Liam let out a faint grunt before selecting that asking you nicely was going to get you to try and sleep. He pulled you down so you weren’t sitting up anymore, his body pressed to yours. Liam gently pressed his lips just under your hairline, half expecting you to complain that you didn’t need sleep and you weren’t a baby, but it didn’t come. Instead a soft silence. Liam could feel you curl up against him, tangling your legs underneath the sheets. And for a split second Liam wondered what it might be like to fall asleep, legs tangled every night with you, no need for your healing skills beforehand. Just two people needing each other to sleep. Some part of that was scary, that he had to admit that he needed you as much as you needed him. That he needed you more than just for the night, he needed you all the time––alive and kicking ass. 

Your voice came echoing through Liam’s thoughts. “We could get an early breakfast.”

Liam would’ve shaken his head if you both weren’t tucked together perfectly like two puzzle pieces that would fall apart if one of them moved. “I told you I was going to help you get more sleep, and that’s what I’m doing,” he said with a huff. From a sliver of vision he could see you looking wide awake, but it was clear you needed to rest longer. He felt some relief as you smiled and managed to wiggle ever closer against him. 

If there was even an ounce of alcohol in his system Liam might’ve just kissed you right then and there, but something was stopping him. What if one day you didn’t need this? What if one day Liam would be turned away after you’d patched him up? What then? What if these feelings he felt for you weren’t mutual? 

“Liam?” There was your stupid, beautiful voice again, pulling him from his thoughts. 

He screwed his eyes shut, knowing if he opened them he’d just stare straight at those gorgeous lips of yours. Liam needed you to both shut up and get out of his sight and to always be talking, always be in his line of sight. You were maddening.  Stupidly so. Liam restrained a groan before letting out a soft, hum. He was convinced if he tried to do anything more a long trail of words would escape his mouth before it was too late. 

“I don’t know. I guess I just wanted to say your name.”

LIam chose to quickly mumble out, “sleep.” He paused a moment before cracking one eye open to see you had closed yours. His gaze fell to a few of the carvings he had mde for you a while ago. All of them scattered around your room. Your dragon, a small bunny placed beside each other. Liam felt you shift slightly, face tucking into his neck. His fingers tensed against your back for a split second before relaxing. He could do this. He just needed to clear his head. 

“Liam?”

He looked at you before he realized he was gripping your back tighter than he meant. His eyes followed your face as you lifted your head slightly. “Oh, sorry.”

You only shook your head slightly. 

Liam scanned your eyes then your lips. Your stupid, perfect, gorgeous lips. Liam swore your face got a few inches closer to his. Shit.

Suddenly a knock came at the door and Liam sat up quickly.

“I know you’d never forget about me,” Ridoc calls from the other side of the door.

Liam tenses, eyes scanning to you as you mutter a litany of curses, jumping out of your bed. Liam’s very aware of his hand resting on your lower back as long as it physically could before you were running around your room. 

“Sorry! Give me a minute!” You shouted from the door before glancing at Liam. “Told Ridoc I’d study with him.”

Liam nodded before realizing he ought to get out of your bed and leave, though he knew exactly what that would look like. He watched and waited as you dressed as quickly as you could before swinging the door open.

Ridoc stood there with a shit-eating grin before trying to stop it. “Good morning, Liam. Didn’t expect to see you,” an unnecessary pause as he scanned the both of you, “here.”

You stepped out of your room, smacking Ridoc’s arm in response. He winced, acting like a wounded puppy as you pulled at his arm giving Liam the space to leave. He quickly made his way to the door, unsure how to say goodbye to you. Normally he’d happily walk out into the hallway with his arm around someone’s shoulder. But not today, not this time. You were different. He had too much emotional attachment here. Before Liam could make any more decisions you pulled him into a hug. As you both pulled away from each other he felt that tension from earlier, the moment just before Ridoc was knocking on your door. Before he could think or act on it, Ridoc was half pulling you down the hallway towards someone else’s room. Liam didn’t stand around waiting to find out who, he just briskly walked towards his own room, hearing your laughter just as the door was shut behind him. 

He could still feel your warmth, see your proximity to him, feel how close he was to getting a taste of those lips. Liam shook his head. He needed to clear it. 

Liam spent an hour doing that, trying to do anything and everything to get you out of his head; push-ups, bathing, studying. Nothing worked. He finally gave up, sitting down with a small piece of wood and a tool, and began to whittle away. Whittling your face from memory.

[averagebiboy]

Hi <3