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midnight mistakes | jjk

⇢ PAIRING: fuckboy!jk x inexperienced reader

⇢ RATING: m/18+

⇢ WC: 2.5k

⇢ WARNINGS: v brief sm*t, v slight angst, oc is sick rip, pregnancy scare putting their relationship to the test eep!!!, brief mentions of abortion (reader considers it)

⇢ SUMMARY: a midnight romp with jungkook leads to tears on your cheeks and a pregnancy test in your hand

⇢ NOTES: i miss writing sm so here's a lil drabble of our otp :') school has been v overwhelming lately and it makes me so sad that i don't have as much time to write on here anymore. hopefully, things will calm down soon. for now, enjoy this crumb!! i love you all, let me know what you think!! if you haven't read the series yet, pls read that before this if u want to!! this wasn't beta'd so i apologize for any grammar issues or typos rip

⇢ SERIES MASTERLIST

The sequence of events that landed you in this situation; having a teary, heaving breakdown in front of your bathroom mirror, was absolutely ridiculous, to say the least.

“I’m gonna kill someone,” you squeak, breathless from the endless stream of sneezes ripping through you. The glow of the alarm clock on your nightstand reads 1 a.m. as you reach for a tissue. Violently blowing your nose does little to ease its congestion. With a shaky sigh, you crumple the sodden napkin and toss it into the bin beside your bed; overthrown by contents alike. The wet ball hits the paper mountain before rolling onto your pretty pink area rug.

You shiver, how fucking disgusting.

A stressful week of labs and quizzes has tanked your immune system, making you susceptible to all the little germs and illnesses that strike when the brisk winter air transitions into the pollen-laced breeze of spring. The antibiotics you were prescribed did little to help your runny nose and sore throat. Pausing the anime playing on your phone, you open your messages.

dumbo love you, get some rest please xx

So much for getting rest. You weren’t expecting a text back. Jungkook had offered to spend the night, but you encouraged him to go. It was his last semester after all. Still, you were pouty and needy, wanting nothing more than to snuggle into his arms and let the swirls of his delicate fingers on your back lull you to sleep. Instead, here you were, confined to your bed, watching Naruto solo as Jungkook, Tae, and Mina lived it up; taking shots until they were belligerent.

A distinguishable knock rattles the door before you can press play again.

“What are you doing here?”

Jungkook stands in your doorway, oversized black tee hanging over his equally oversized green cargo pants. His cute little mullet falls in sweaty loops around his face. “Still feelin’ like shit?” He coos, cringing at your disheveled appearance and the croak in your voice. Ignoring your question, he holds up the various items in his big hands. “I picked up a few things; cough drops—not the cherry kind ‘cause those are fucking nasty,” you laugh at the side note, “—extra spicy ramen and hot sauce to clear out your sinuses.”

Your peer at the array of remedies with wide eyes. Their ability to cure your flu symptoms is questionable. You don’t even have a way of boiling water to make said ramen in your cramped dorm, but the sentiment has your chest swelling with something other than a violent cough for the first time in days. Abruptly, you pull him into a tight embrace.

“Ah, I see,” he laughs, wrapping an arm around the small of your back and walking you back into the room, kicking the door closed behind him. “My Bambi missed me.”

“I did,” you nuzzle into him further, “but you shouldn’t be here… you should be having fun with your friends.”

“Nah, fuck ‘em,” he retorts playfully, putting the quote-unquote medicine down and then plopping onto the bed, taking you with him. “Besides, what kind of shit boyfriend ditches their sick girlfriend to go to a party anyways?”

“The kind that should be enjoying his last semester,” you frown.

“I am, though. I enjoy spending time with you more than anything else.”

As he lays under you, black tresses splayed against your white comforter like a misshapen halo, you feel so incredibly lucky. Gently, you run your fingers through his choppy bangs, pushing them out of his doe eyes. “Have you been drinking?”

“Not really, just a couple shots of Fireball and a few beers.” That much alcohol would have knocked you on your lightweight ass, but after years of beer pong and keg stands, Jungkook’s tolerance was damn near Kage level. It took a lot more than that to get him drunk. “I kinda…” he averts your gaze, something he does when he’s sad or guilty. “I felt really bad so I left.”

“Jungkook, I told you it was okay.”

“I know,” he nods, sliding a warm palm under your shirt, rubbing his thumb against your skin in soothing lines. “But I love you.”

“I love you, too.” Using your fingertip, you brush an eyelash off the apple of his cheek. “Thank you… for coming back for me.”

“Of course, Bambi.” He leans up and presses a deep kiss to your dehydrated lips.

“Kook, stop,” you mumble, craning your neck back. “You’re gonna get sick.”

“I don’t care.”

It doesn’t take much convincing. If Jungkook doesn’t care, why should you?

What follows is a battle of warm tongues and the needy clash of his bunny teeth against yours. Tender touches coax your Sailor Moon pajama set to the floor with the promise of Jungkook’s delicious love. Before you know it, you’re sinking down onto his hard length, fingers digging into his shoulders as he slouches against your headboard.

“Take it all,” he whispers, jaw slacking as he tilts his head down, getting a clear view of your wet cunt swallowing the remaining few inches. A slick film coats the two fingers he used to hold himself up for you as your lip pillow around the base. “Yeah, just like that.” His face contorts in pleasure, overcome by your warm, slippery walls after a week of illness-induced celibacy. “Feels good, huh baby? Tell me how good my dick makes you feel.”

He wants praise and dirty talk, but the tickle in your nose makes you pause, bracing yourself as a slew of sneezes pours out of you. Eight sneezes to be exact. Jungkook’s high-pitched cackle is drowned out by a shriek as you cup your hand over your leaking nostrils. “EW!”

“Shut up, it’s fine!” He grabs a tissue from the nearly empty box. “Lemme see,” he mumbles, pulling your hand down and wiping it clean, then doing the same to your face afterward and tossing the kleenex in your glittery pink trash bin.

“I’m sorry,” you peep, completely mortified.

“Don’t worry.” The crooked bunny grin eases your nerves. “That was fire, actually. You clenched around me so tight.”

You squint at him and then bury your head into the crook of his neck. You make love to each other; slow and gentle. At one point, Jungkook locks his tattooed fingers in between yours, pecking your bare shoulder as lazy drags of your hips bring you both to writhing climaxes. And he looks so beautiful when he climaxes, gnawing at his lip piercing, skin dewy from sweat and the moonlight shining through the blinds.

At that moment, you felt nothing but love and pure ecstasy.

Isn’t it funny how pleasures of the past can create complete devastation in the present?

Clutching the edge of the porcelain sink, you stare down at the pink box of pregnancy tests. There’s tear stains on your cheeks. A pain in your lungs from all the sobbing. You wish Jungkook had been a shit boyfriend that night. You’d give anything to take it all back.

Like a sixth sense, there’s a distinguishable knock at the door.

“Hey, I-” he stops short, brows furrowing as his dark pupils scan your face. “Have you been crying?”

“What do you think?” You shouldn’t snap at him, but the waves of anxiety washing over you make you highly sensitive. Truthfully, you weren’t going to tell Jungkook any of this. His showing up had put an awful wrench in your plans. Well, unless the test came back positive. Then, you’d be forced to tell him. You clamp your hand over your mouth, the thought making you sick to your stomach.

“__, take a deep breath. Sit down.” You do and he follows suit. “What's going on?”

“I-” you gulp, swallowing back a whine, struggling to form a coherent sentence. There’s no escape, you have to confess. “I think I might be pregnant.”

There’s an eerie silence once the words hit the air, lingering over you both like a dark, dreary cloud. It takes Jungkook a moment to internalize the weight of the situation, but you can tell when the thunder strikes. The pink tinge in his cheeks fades to a stark, sickly white as he inhales shakily. “Fuck-” Leaning his elbows against his knees, he digs the heels of his palms into his eyes, shielding them. “I thought you were on the pill.”

“I am, but I was taking antibiotics last week and I read that they can make birth control less effective- and I’ve been having symptoms lately.” It all comes out in a jumbled mess like word vomit. He doesn’t respond. He doesn’t move. And it scares you. “Are you mad at me?”

“No.” Despite his posture, his tone is still and calm. “I just… don’t know what to say. It’s a lot to take in.”

“I’m sorry,” you whisper as the floodgates finally burst. You were still in the swell of your STEM program. Jungkook is just about to graduate with a Bachelor’s in photography. Both of your lives would come to a screeching halt if the worst were true. You weren’t ready for a baby, not in the slightest. “I’m so sorry.”

“Hey, hey, don’t-.” Finally, Jungkook sits up, wrapping a strong arm around your shoulder and pulling you into his side. The other arm repeats as he rests his chin on top of your head, rocking your shaking frame back and forth for comfort. “Don’t apologize, don’t cry. Why don’t you take a test before we start freaking the fuck out?”

You suppose he’s right.

The walk to the bathroom is a blur. Suddenly, you’re on the toilet with that evil stick in hand. Jungkook is sitting on the floor with his eyes closed, knees bent and head leaned back against the wood of the cabinet. Normally, you’re extremely pee-shy. It literally will not come out. Under these circumstances, you can’t bring yourself to care.

“You pee so softly,” Jungkook says through an airy laugh. “I pee really hard- and fast. Like-” he makes a little whooshing noise with his mouth, “like a hose.”

“Baby, please,” you huff, setting the test aside and pulling your sweats up. You know he’s trying to ease your nerves, but this is one situation where his lighthearted jokes and comments ceased to make you smile. “This is serious.”

“Trust me, I know.” Spreading his legs, he pats the carpet between them. “C’mere.” As soon as you hit the ground he’s embracing you, trailing kisses all over your exposed skin. “What now?”

“Now,” you sigh, setting a timer on your phone for three minutes, “we wait.”

“You know… it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world if it’s positive.”

“It would be absolutely awful, Jungkook.” It’s a sweet sentiment but you know he’s lying, right through his bunny teeth. Late-night conversations in bed about the future ring in your head. ‘Honestly, I don’t think I want kids,’ Jungkook had hummed in the middle of My Neighbor Totoro, ‘ever.’ Generally, you felt the same way, but the memory is terrifying in this context; sitting on the bathroom floor with him, waiting for an answer that could contradict all of your plans and possibly crumble the entire foundation of your relationship.

“Who am I kidding?” He chuckles humorlessly. “You’re right, it would be fucking awful.”

Nervously, you toy with the silver rings on his inked fingers. “What if it’s positive, Jungkook?”

“Let’s just wait until we get the results.”

“But what if it’s positive?” You twist in his arms, showing him your glassy eyes and deep frown. Showing him that his answer, regardless of what the test says, was very important to you.

He blinks at you, lips opening and then closing promptly as he mulls over his words. “If it is… then we’ll take care of it.”

There’s a dual meaning to the sentiment that makes you chew on your bottom lip, eyes flickering up to the white ceiling to stop yourself from crying. Take care of it as in going through with it? Or take care of it as in… the other option? Honestly, the latter would be your first choice, and you’re sure it’s his as well. But for whatever reason, the fact that he assumed it makes your heart ache. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means whatever you want it to mean.” Gently, he smooths a hand over your trembling thighs before they frantically search for yours. “Just… whatever you want to do… whatever you want, I’ll support it… I’m here.”

A breath you hadn’t realized you were holding in releases in relief. You feel stupid for even questioning him. After all these months of unconditional love, you should know better. Bringing your locked hands up, you kiss his fingertips. The smile it brings out of him is just as soft as your touch. “I love you so much.”

“I love y-.”

He’s cut off by the blaring ring of your timer.

“Please, can you look?” You mumble, shaking your head and covering your eyes. “I can’t do it.”

You feel his torso twist against your back as he reaches for the test on your countertop. The time between him grabbing it and the dreaded answer feels like an eternity.

“Negative.”

“Thank fuck!” You groan, doing a complete 180 and wrapping your arms around his neck in celebration. You haven’t felt this type of excitement since you were a child, waking up on Christmas morning and seeing colorful presents under the tree.

“What made you think you were pregnant in the first place?”

You hesitate to respond. In retrospect, it’s not as valid of a reason as you originally thought. “I’ve been feeling sick in the morning.”

Pulling back, Jungkook deadpans you. “Bambi, no shit. You’ve been sick all week.”

“I know but,” you pout, twirling a ringlet at the nape of his neck, “google said I could be pregnant…”

“You’re so fucking lucky you’re cute,” he laughs, holding you flush to him and nipping your cheek playfully. “You’ve got to be the most dramatic person I’ve ever met in my life.” You know he’s joking, but the comment makes your expression drop a bit. “But that’s part of the reason I love you so much. I’m never bored with you.”

Once again, you truly don’t know how you got so lucky.

“Alright,” he huffs, using all of his strength to haul you up into the air and walk you back to your bedroom. Instinctually and habitually, you wrap your legs around his cinched waist. “We finished Avatar last time, so what’re we watching tonight?”

You click your tongue in contemplation. “Naruto.”

“Naruto? Bambi, isn’t Naruto like- a billion episodes long?”

When he tosses you down onto the mattress, you pout and bat your long lashes at him, pulling out all the provenly successful manipulation tactics. “Please?”

“Fine,” he grumbles, plopping down beside you. “But don’t be mad if I knock out.”

And like clockwork, Jungkook dozes off in the middle of the second episode, but that’s okay, because despite how horrible the pregnancy scare was, it truly solidified Jungkook’s presence in your life. You have all the time in the world to watch hours and hours of subpar filler episodes, and you’ll do it happily as long as you’re with him.

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becoming-less-than · 4 months

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Soo like in the last two weeks or so since my last post Master has like made a few umm… new rules for me to like follow. Like the first is that I have to like only use words with six or less ummm sound shape things or less. Which is like kinda hard and totes takes a bunch of effort to like keep my words that small. The loss of ummm like bein able to like say umm the like exact right thing I wanted to is like totes vexing but Im like def gettin the hang of it. Ive gotten like better at ummm knowin that this is just the way girls like the ones I like aspire to become talk and type so Imma keep workin on it. Ive found I have gotten pretty good at ummmm… findin ways to make words fit and say what I wanted to. My second new 4ever rule is that I have to like use “like” and “umm” and other bimbo speak where I can to like make me sound dumber and stuff. And let me tell you it really does. I feel like I totes ummm babble like a ditz more cuz I have to like ummm talk around big words and ummm hard ideas to like get my points out. It’s like totes a… umm… trial(?😅) to get my ideas out and like on a page any more. If feel like such a dummy and like a total air head talkin this way but it seems to like make Master happy, and the ummm… shame(?😅) of being … ummm less this way is like totes hot and has me takin edge breaks like more often than I like ever woulda before. It’s perf and while I like totes feel shame it’s so fuckin hot.

Like beyond my new rules Master has like kept me edgin and only cumin when he like tells me to, to lock in a like new part of my training. Master is totes ummm… helpin me learn and like umm… intuit(?😅) the truth of the fact that I’m like his needy little bi cock slut now. While helpin to umm make sure I like keep umm… bcumin the dumb ditzy bimbo slut and cow pet I’m like meant to be. It’s like been hard bcuz of work and life but like I’m the stress there just makes me like crave this more and more. The like sweet sticky foggy feelin lasts a bit longer, I’m findin it like harder and harder not to like edge when I’m bored, I like find my self here on tumblr any time I have a spare second just to like find more inspo… I’m umm… gettin away from who I used to be two months ago and like totes can’t wait to see where things go from here! 🖤

Thank you Master for all you’ve done to help me become a bit more of the silly stupid bimbo slut and needy good girl and bi cock sleeve I so want to be! I hope this makes you happy and all the people readin it too! 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤

As always asks and DMs are welcum just follow the rules!

#bimbo hypnosis #bimbo training #bimbo girl #degredation kink #dykebreaking #gimbo #bimbo dreams #bimbo goals #bimbofied #bimboification #humiliation kink #bimboization #dumbification #dumbing down #hypnok1nk #hypnosis #becoming less #brain drain #brainwashing

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bagsyy · 7 months

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ONLY FOOLS RUSH IN

warnings! 18+ mdni, fem!reader, oral (m receiving), slight throatfucking/overstim if you squint, cum swallowing, lovesick atsumu. 1.6k words not proofread at all because if i look at it again i’ll throw up. happy birthday atsumu<3

atsumu’s brain has felt hazy for a while now. he couldn’t exactly pinpoint when it had started though. he didn’t have the mental fortitude to. he’s not sure if it began when he saw a glimpse of you getting ready in the bathroom. you were sitting atop the counter wearing one of his shirts as you curled your eyelashes. you pretended to scold him for daring to look at you before the wedding.

“it’s bad luck to see the bride before the wedding, dummy. if we ever get divorced it’s gonna be your fault” you say, hitting the tube of mascara against the heel of your palm.

“want me to piss with my eyes closed?” atsumu snaps his head at you. “i’m not that talented, baby.”

“you know what? i think i’m actually getting cold feet. maybe we shouldn’t get married.” atsumu is silent for a moment before he leans back and pokes his head through the crack in the door. “really? they seemed pretty warm to me when you were beggin me to book the next flight here. ‘i just wanna get married, tsumu! i don’t wanna wait! i’ll marry you right now.’” he mocks you in a high-pitched voice.

“that is not what i sound like! can you save the theatrics for when you’re not actively pissing?” you side eye him, unable to prevent yourself from letting out a soft laugh. “m’trying to get ready, atsumu. i don’t wanna look ugly when we get married in front of an elvis impersonator.”

“sweetheart, we both know that’s impossible” atsumu says as he walks to the sink next to where you’re sat atop the bathroom counter. “you tryin to look good for another man? you’re killin me” atsumu’s honey colored eyes lock with yours, and you swear he’s never looked more lovesick in his life.

it was only after that, he decided, that you were really killing him.

it was his idea to do a “first look” in the hotel room before the two of you left to get hitched. his argument was that a lot of people get married in las vegas, what if he loses you in the crowd and he accidentally marries the wrong person because he can’t remember the dress you were wearing?

your phone is propped up on the window, hidden from atsumu’s view but still in the perfect position to capture this moment. the two of you are standing back to back, and you can feel him getting antsy as he clenches and unclenches his hands, fiddling with the sleeves of his suit. it’s cute, really, how soft atsumu gets when he’s with you. his heart never ceases to pound every time you take his hand in yours and squeeze it three times. when you kiss the crease between his furrowed eyebrows when his stress is visibly consuming him. when it’s 3 in the morning and you can’t sleep, so you softly whisper atsumu’s name until he wakes up and you beg him to stay up with you so you have someone to talk to.

“okay. we turn around on three.” you reach behind you, searching for atsumu’s hand with your own. his fingers intertwine with yours as he gives your hand a gentle squeeze, feeling the absolute rock on your left hand brush against his knuckles. “one, two, three” you turn around to face each other, and atsumu looks like he’s about to pass out. the two of you are completely unable to form any coherent thoughts, just softly laughing in shock as you take each other in.

atsumu looks handsome as ever, messy blonde hair styled into something more neat and presentable. he looks like a husband, you think to yourself. you imagine a day where the two of you are sat out on your front porch, watching the sun setting over the horizon as soft beams of light glimmer on the laugh lines and crows feet adorning atsumu’s face. and you swear you’ll love him then just as much as you do right now.

atsumu smoothes his hands over his suit jacket. “damn baby, i’m feelin a little underdressed next to you.” you don’t miss how his voice quivers ever so slightly. “you didn’t tell me you were gonna look this gorgeous.”

your hand is still in his, and he lifts your arm up to get a better look at you. your dress is simple, satin, knee length with a slight v-neckline. it’s not the most intricate dress, but it’s timeless. elegant. you’re wearing a simple gold necklace, one that atsumu gave you, that sits pretty on your collarbones. his favorite part about your entire getup is, by far, your veil. it’s secured to your hair with a pretty white bow and stops just a little bit past your shoulders. atsumu wipes the smallest tear from the corner of his eyes and sniffles a little bit before pulling you into him, wrapping his arms around you. in typical atsumu fashion, his hand slides down to grab a handful of your ass and you jump in surprise. “c’mon let’s make you a miya” atsumu grins.

the next two hours are a complete blur. you were all satin and soft skin, and atsumu felt like he was going to pass out at any given moment. he hardly remembers anything, really. he’s extremely grateful that you found a chapel that included a recording of the ceremony in the cost, because the only thing he can remember at this very moment is the man in the pink suit and aviator glasses telling him to kiss his bride. he’s been ready to marry you for nearly as long as he’s loved you, and there was nothing else going on inside his little brain besides making you his wife.

but now, here in this hotel room, he’s sure he’s been lobotomized.

“atsumu” you pout as you pull away from his cock, resting your head against his toned thigh. “you’re gonna rip my veil.” your hand squeezes his sensitive tip, demanding his attention.

“shit, shit baby m’sorry. just tryin to hold it for you” he throws his head back into the pillow, upset by the sudden loss of warmth from your mouth. “i’ll buy you another one just—please. please baby” he whines. “what kinda wife would leave me hangin like that?” he peers down at you, grinning ever so slightly. it’s amazing how he still manages to be cocky when you have him like this.

“what kind of husband-” you pause, softly nipping his inner thigh, placing a feather light kiss on it as an apology, “-rips his wife’s veil because he can’t keep still when his dick is in her mouth?”

“said m’sorry” he whines, throwing one of his arms over his eyes. you place more kisses along his inner thigh, slowly making your way back to his cock. you kiss the base of his shaft, trailing all the way up to his leaky tip. it jumps with every single kiss. “do something. please, angel.”

you give in, lightly licking the underside of his dick before taking him into your mouth. you hollow your cheeks around him and he bucks into you, fat tip hitting the back of your throat. atsumu groans as you swallow around him. you try your best not to gag, but atsumu is too fucking big. no matter how many times you’ve done this, it still takes you a second to become fully accustomed to him.

“god damn baby, shit” atsumu’s lower abdomen begins to twitch as you continue to bob your head. “so pretty. y’look so pretty with my cock in your mouth. so fuckin’ messy.” and he’s right. between the heated makeout session that led up to this and the sheer amount of spit that’s on atsumu’s dick, what’s left of your crimson red lipstick is smeared all over the both of your faces, on his thighs, near the base of his cock. and he wouldn’t have it any other way.

your hand left hand strokes what can’t fit in your mouth as you continue to swipe your tongue on the underside of his fat pink tip, and your right hand moves to cup his balls. he looks so fucking pretty like this. you can feel yourself getting wetter and wetter with every pretty sound your husband makes. you moan around him, and his hand grips your hair (and veil) just a little bit tighter. atsumu is whimpering at this point, face beet red as he looks down at you.

“gonna make me cum. please make me cum. you gonna swallow, pretty girl?”

you let out a soft hum, giving him an unspoken “yes.” he doesn’t last much longer after that, spilling his seed into your mouth with a deep groan. he moans your name and babbles something about how much he loves his pretty wife, how you’re so perfect, so good for him. you swallow everything he gives you, and you kiss his tip as you take him out of your mouth. not being able to resist the urge, you start to jerk him off, and he lets out a choked sob.

“okay, okay. s’enough. it’s enough baby, fuck” he tugs on his blonde hair, back arching.

“oh? is it, though?” you coo at him, admiring the way he looks right now. he constantly does the same shit to you, eating you out until your legs lock and you can’t stop shaking. but when he’s the one on the receiving end, he’s far whinier.

atsumu grabs you by your wrist and pulls you on top of him before you can overstimulate him any further. you yelp as you fall onto his chest, placing your head on his shoulder. “wanna kiss my wife now” he pouts, tilting his head to kiss you. he can taste himself on your tongue and it makes him sigh into your mouth. he runs his fingers down your back, tracing the curvature of your spine. “that was some of your best work, mrs. miya.”

#remember when i said trashy vegas wedding w atsumu?#remember #this post is sponsored by orange celsius and za #sorry for making atsumu so pathetic it’s because he is pathetic #thank you to my baby leah for entertaining my atsumu brainrot for the past month #haikyuu x reader #atsumu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #miya atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #atsumu miya smut #en ess eff double you

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delimeats-000 · 6 months

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Take the Load Off

✧matt sturniolo x reader✧

summary: matt was in a meeting with laura, he comes home stressed and needs to clear his head.

warnings: SMUT, oral (male receiving), sexual stuff idk, mdni or wtv im not your mother

requested.

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i hear the front door open. keys rattling and a bag crinkle.

“Y/n! You home?”

“Yeah up here!”

“Hey kid.” matt comes up behind me in the kitchen giving me a small hug. “I brought you some In n Out.”

“Thank you.”

“Mhmm.”

“How was the meeting with laura?”

“It was good.”

“You seem a little tired.”

“More stressed yk?”, he opens a redbull before continuing, “shits getting heavy.”

“Sorry cutie. Wish I could help”

“Yeah?”

he moves closer hand landing on my waist.

“Yeah.” i say quietly continuing the dishes with a smirk.

“You could help me take a load off.”

“Oh too bad im busy.”

“Too busy for me?”

“Who else is gonna do the dishes?”

“How bout we make a trade, like I scratch your back you scratch mine?”

“Hmm. Ok yeah.”, i turn from the sink facing him.

“Ok.”

his lips crash against mine and he pushes his whole body into me. his tongue running across my lip before i allow it in. he’s getting so aggressive i can feel our teeth clash.

“Fuck, im gonna cum in my pants just kissing you.”

i get on my knees and undo his belt. he hurries to pull his pants down and wraps his hand in all the hair of mine he can grab. his bulge looking heavy and radiation heat. i pull down his underwear revealing his long hard dick.

“Oh shit. Matt i think its too big.”

“No beautiful, i know you can do it.” he whispers.

looking at his large member for a little longer i decide fuck it. i lick up from the base before kissing right on the tip. then swirling my tongue around i deepen his cock into my mouth, it slowly hits the back of my throat and i can feel him twitch.

his hand remaind on the back of my head, and he guides me back and forth on his dick.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good.” he’s a mess.

rough timed thrusting turns into inattentive penetration to my throat.

“Shit im gonna cum.”

his voice is deep and quiet.

he continues thrusting before i can suddenly feel warm streams of his cum shooting down my throat.

he lets go of my hair with a groan. and moaning finally pulling out of my mouth slowly.

“Are you ok beautiful?”

cum dripping down my chin, i wipe it with my finger before licking it off and swallowing one last time.

“Never better. You?”

“I’m feelin great.”

“Good now you can finish the dishes while i eat my burger.”

“FUUUCK!” he says as i giggle and walk away.

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hope you liked this, love you 🫶

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buckleysbitch · 4 months

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hiiii bb!!! i wanted to request a stoner!hazel if you could?? like what hazel would be like if she smoked with reader. Thank uuuu 🩷🩷

-🦀

moaaaaan yall know i have a thing for women who smoke!!

i toyed with the prompt a little so it’s stoner!hazel guiding reader through her first time smoking! hope you enjoy, thank you for requesting .𖥔 ݁ ˖✧˖°₊ ⊹

hazels after school/fight club ritual was always the same: come home, smoke a bowl, and cuddle with her girlfriend.

after watching her blow a cloud of smoke out the window from her bong, your mouth interjects at lightning speed before you even think twice.

“babe can i try?”

her eyebrow raises, intrigued with your out of character question.

“yeah, of course…but are you sure you want to? you know i never wanna make you feel forced.” hazels eyes go softer, brushing your hair out of your face and tucking it behind your ear.

“i-i do. i wanna try.” you reach for the bong, but she pulls it out of the way just in time.

“hey, it’s fine if you want to, but can you tell me what this is about first?….is it about fight club today with pj?”

fuck. you can’t lie to her, it’s practically impossible. pj rocked your shit, which was embarrassing because not only was it pj that fucked you up, but you have some pretty serious bruises already forming. the whole ordeal knocked you out of your usual bubbly demeanor, and you were visibly stressed the whole rest of the time with the girls. you nod timidly, and hazel stops what she’s doing to run her fingers through your hair, pressing your foreheads together.

“i mean…yeah. i don’t know, she’s just aways way rougher to me than the other girls. makes me feel left out, y’know”

“ignore her. she’s probably just jealous because the girls actually enjoy being around you.” her eyes are the most comforting thing in the world to you, always full of wonder. “but, if you really want to, you know i’ll be right here the whole time, okay?” with another nod from you, this time with agreement, hazel scurries off for a couple minutes, and returns with a glass of water, some snacks, and your favorite movie that she keeps a copy of at her house.

watching her prep the bong was already enough for you, with her slender fingers working extra tenderly to make sure her girl gets the best first time. her rings are clinking nearly inaudibly against the glass, and she grabs the lighter, fiddling with it for a moment, before handing you the glass object.

“okay, so you’re just gonna breathe in for me, okay? i’ll do it all for you, sweet girl.” soon your mouth is cooled by the glass pressed around your lips, and hazel tussles with the lighter for a second, eyebrows furrowing, until she finally gets it to flick on. “breathe in…” she whispers, and you do as she commands, inhaling thick smoke into your lungs. “okay, now don’t be scared, i’m gonna pull it, if it gets too much you can stop okay?” with a tender glance of agreement, she pulls the piece out for you, and what feels like fireworks erupt in your lungs, making you cough uncontrollably.

“hey, hey, it’s normal, here honey…” she hands you the glass of water she fetched earlier and wipes your teary eyes with her finger, pondering “how ya feelin?” while rubbing your back.

“i feel okay…how long does it take to work?”

“not long, but…i grabbed your favorite.” she explains, holding up the movie disc.

“you’re too sweet.” you giggle as she takes your hips and guides you to sit facing the tv between her spread legs, her chest lightly bouncing up and down against your back.

after a couple minutes of the film, hazel starts chuckling out of nowhere, which in turn makes you join her. a duet of full blown laughter erupts from both of you, hands intertwined. everything feels like it’s floating, and all you can focus on is your girlfriends soft hair against your neck.

“feeling okay, babe?”

“yeah.” your smiling mouth reaches hers, into a passionate kiss. “thanks…for….”

“hey, that’s my job. love you.”

“love you more.”

“love you most.”

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gh05st · 5 months

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hihi! i saw your requests open, so could i request soap, gaz, and ghost (separate) trying to deescalate the reader who's been crying and on the verge of a panic attack because the work stress has been getting to them.

if that's too many characters, feel free to choose one of the three!

apologies for the sad scenario. i had a rough week (´；ω；｀)

first off, im so sorry you’ve had a rough week, know that it’ll get better dude! confide in someone you trust if possible, you’re going to be ok 🫶🏻 - comments are appreciated <3

Soap

he walks into you at your desk, sitting in your chair with your arms wrapped around your legs while tears are streaming down your face. his smile immediately turns into a frown, and he walks over to you.

“oh no sunshine, what happened to ya?” he pets your head a bit and tilts your chin up toward to face him.

“it’s just been so hard soap, im trying my best every single day and yet it keeps piling up. i finish one thing and i’m already handed 4 more, i can’t do it- i can’t!” your chest starts picking up fast and you feel your breathing become shortened.

“woah woah, easy there lass you’re gonna overwhelm your system. take some deep breaths with me yeah?” he grabs your hand and puts it on his heart so you can feel his heart beat, “breathe in, 1-2-3-4. hold. 1-2-3-4-5-6-7, out for 8 alright?”

you repeat that pattern with his help about 6 more times and you start to feel less tense.

“relax, im right here with you. ease your shoulders, relax your neck and unscrunch yer eyebrows.” you follow the steps and he smiles, “that feel a little better hm?”

you nod and he takes you into his arms. he grabs his phone from his back pocket, dialing a number. you hear the ringing and when you hear the name of your favorite restaurant in the greeting you beam up a bit

“can i get uh one cheeseburger - no onions! and eh… let me have a diet coke with it would ya? thanks mate” he covers the phone with his free hand, “you want the usual?” you nod and he orders your usual order. “let me also get one of those ah.. what do ya call em?” he snaps his fingers “those ice cream sundaes, yeah extra whipped cream! that’ll be all.”

“should be here in about 15 or so bonnie, ya feelin a bit better?”

you nod and he sighs in relief, “you need a break, im callin yer boss tomorrow mornin - who cares if i’ve got to lie you’re getting a week off and we’re spendin it together! no work, we can even get out of here if you want.”

“i can’t just leave work like that johnny-“

“ah ah! nonsense, i’ll make it happen.”

you don’t protest against him but rather just accept it and wait for your food to arrive with him.

Gaz

“hey love! what’s u- oh no..” he stops in his tracks and finally hears your crying and heavy breathing.

he quickly moves to where you are and wraps his arms around you - squeezing a bit and pulling you in. the scent of his cologne helps your mind start to slow down.

“easy now, what’s wrong?” he pulls back and searches your face for an answer.

you look down and explain how work has been stressing you out, “i’m so tired gaz, i work all the time without any breaks and it seems like my efforts get me no where. i don’t even feel like i can stop because anytime that i do it just racks up. i know you work a lot and never complain ,i shouldn’t even be making this scene.”

“hey hey… none of that, yeah?” he boops your nose lightly and you smile a bit which makes him smile also, “there’s my sweetheart, cmere. just because i work a lot doesn’t mean you don’t too love, and i want you to know we don’t ever have to compare ourselves - we both have challenges.” you nod your head and he nods back.

- “how about you take the rest of this week off? i know your boss wouldn’t bother letting you go - you’re her best worker! call in tomorrow and we can focus on you.”

(or, alternatively if you’re a student! :>)

- “how about this week you just go in tomorrow, then take the rest of the week off. i know you’ll have to email your profs but your health comes first - yes even mentally. you’re a hard worker and you’ll be able to catch up before winter break love - but what i’m seeing now? you’re going to burn out if you don’t take this break.”

you listen to him and take the break, spending some days alone with him and he even messages his captain that he’s got to keep his eye on you.

“cap sends his best love, we all care about you.”

Simon/Ghost

unlike the other guys, ghost catches on quickly that you’ve been feeling upset. as someone who has his own internal battles, he recognizes easily when someone is fighting theirs. in fact, the night before he sees you rub your temples in frustration before slamming your laptop shut, he doesn’t have a huge reaction because he doesn’t want you to feel embarrassed or upset - instead he minds his business and waits for you to be ready.

although, when the next day rolls by he sees you on the verge of a panic when your whole assignment/document completely vanishes after hours of work. at this point you’re bawling your eyes out and he can hear from his office so he quickly gets up to check on you.

“you alright in here?” he asks, keeping a bit of distance not wanting to intrude on you even though you’ve told him before that he isn’t pushing your boundaries, he prefers to tread lightly and respect your space.

you explain to him what’s happened, or what’s been happening for that matter. not only did your work just vanish out of thin air on your laptop, the workload you’ve received has been insufferable.

you’re the one who initiates seeking him out and that’s when he fully goes to you with a warm embrace, hand on the back of your head holding you softly. “it’ll be alright, i’ll ask one of the guys to help you get that work back love.”

“i’ve been feeling terrible simon, i know i don’t say anything but i think i might just explode - or i kinda have.. haven’t i.” he chuckles a bit and sighs, “i noticed but i didn’t want to make you upset by bringing it up. you’ve gotta be easier on yourself, you do a lot and even though you might not have all your work done by tomorrow you need to take a break for your well being. not for me, for you. promise me a you’ll take a break?”

you nod, “good. i’m glad you’re listening to me for once.”

“hey i do listen to you! when i want to!” you say with a sniffle.

he laughs and holds you a bit tighter, he won’t let you go through this alone. you’re gonna spend the next few days just with him - relaxing till you’re feeling better.

I HOPE THIS IS ALRIGHT! thank you so much for the first ask <3 im not like a writer of any sorts but i did try :) i hope you enjoy 🫶🏻

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scourgeblooms · 4 months

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wanted to do a physical timeline for my commander and highlight how he’s changed through the years. this is mostly for my own entertainment BUT I do enjoy seeing the same thing from other folks so I’m posting it here in the hopes that other people share my sentiment.

(I was ALSO totally inspired by @/manasurge’s hair timeline. it kicks ass. go look at it.)

elaboration/rambling below the cut!

Personal Story, LW1-2: Popped out of the pod blunt, solicitous, and already maybe a little too paranoid for someone who was born yesterday, but all those traits made him uniquely qualified for a position in military leadership. Healthy and floral, soft aspen-bark-like skin, delicate petals. black anthers produce pollen. undergoes more fashion changes than physical transformations during this time. gets a little banged up here and there (and maybe has some lasting respiratory effects from the toxic alliance era) but overall feelin a-okay.

Heart of Thorns: it’s all gone to shit. took a spectacular headdive in both a physical and mental sense with breakneck speed. never “officially” answered mordremoth’s call, but anyone who spent time around him would notice a distinct lack of self control and logical thinking. took on a more sickly pallor, stress caused leaves to shrivel, rot, and decay. lost his lil flower top notch and ability to produce pollen. pupils narrowed to take on a more animalistic look, and enamel growth resulted in sharper, larger teeth. fingers also elongated into claws. never fully physically and mentally recovered from the hell jungle.

LW3: chopped off most of his leaves to encourage fresh growth. lots of physical healing during this time, though it takes quite a while for his complexion to fully recover. takes on the role of aurene’s champion with gusto. relatively unaffected by bloodstone, but feels the effects of mordremoth’s loose/uncontrolled magic deeply. continues to hear mordremoth’s “voice” and is diagnosed with paranoid schizophrenia.

Path of Fire: still healing from HoT. continues to grow out his leaves. glow returns, as well as some of his eye color. likes the crystal desert, but finds the harsh, dry climate to be particularly challenging; he’s definitely more of a ‘temperate’ sylvari. does not handle dying well. death only adds to his paranoia and psychosis. has an increasingly hard time picking apart what is real and what is…. not.

LW4: let’s get ready to kill an undead lich!!!! absorbs even more magic after the death of joko and kralkatorrik, and it starts to show in a there-and-gone shimmery aura that takes on a similar appearance to ley lines. starts to suffer from migraine auras. flower top notch grows back, but stays closed and dormant. picks up a few nifty necromancy tricks from the elonians, and the tips of his fingers start to show signs of necrotic decay; all that death magic can’t be good for the complexion, can it?

Icebrood Saga: having another dragon in his head does not help his mental health in the slightest. braided leaves (courtesy of braham <3) to protect against frostbite. his ley “aura” gets more intense, hard to miss, and is a near constant. flower topnotch remains closed due to the cold weather conditions. after being shot by bangar, his wound is covered/healed by aurene’s brand. migraines increase in frequency, makes it difficult for him to focus. a bone deep exhaustion starts to set in, and more often than not, he catches himself thinking that a nice long nap underneath a blanket of snow doesn’t sound so terrible….

End of Dragons: back in a more agreeable climate, his topnotch finally blooms, but does not grow anthers or produce pollen. easily physically corrupted by void magic, and he feels soo-won’s pain and struggle deeply. the void corruption eventually shows up in the form of darkening leaves, and seeping out of his eyes/tearducts (it’s fine. don’t worry about it.). starts to incorporate chaos magic into his own necromancy practices. has a fucking terrible time in gyala delve. has a fucking terrible time saying goodbye to aurene.

Secrets of the Obscure: nothing feels entirely real to him anymore. still willing to help, to fight, but it’s done on autopilot at this point. this magical, floating palace in the sky looks and feels like a dream, with the kryptis acting as the encroaching, inevitable turn to a real, living nightmare. still uses a bit of leftover void in his magical practices, but most of the corruption has left his system. that respiratory illness he picked up back in kessex hills comes back to bite him in nayos. finally grows back his anthers, but instead of producing pollen, it's an outlet for void/magic energy.

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lunajay33 · 3 months

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Scared & Sick

Summary: You are pregnant and the prison breaks out in sickness and you’re scared of what might happen

•Masterlist•

The day started like it usually did, waking up and wrapped around Daryl all warm and cozy

“Mmm can’t we just stay here all day?” I asked tired

“Nah sweetheart we gotta get ya fed” he smiled as he got up and pulled on his vest then handed me my shirt

“Ugh fine” he took my hand and we walked out to the communal kitchen

Daryl got us me a bowl of fruits while he had meats as usual, we sat on a little bench and just watched the sun rise higher and hear the birds chirp

“Do you think we could have a family here?” I asked nervous of his answer

Recently finding out I’m pregnant it’s been very stressful and I finally needed to tell him but I wanted to know what he thought about maybe having a family

“Don’ know, maybe but somethin could happen like Lori and I don’ know what I’d do without ya”

It was silent for a while it was upsetting

“But….if I could I’d love to have a lil family ya, they’d be beautiful jus like ya” he said wrapping his arm around my shoulder making the butterflies truly in my stomach

Being with him has always made me feel happy and safe ever since we met in that crappy old small town when we were 16, hes my everything

“Daryl I know this isn’t an ideal place but I found out yesterday…..I’m pregnant”

He looked at me with an unreadable expression that made me extra nervous, he moved and squeezed my hand comfortingly, a habit he picked up over the years

“I’m sorry” I whispered

“Don’ say that, I know it ain’t perfect but….its our baby, and I couldn’ ask fer anyone else to experience this with” he said with that little smirk he claims is his biggest smile

“Well what do we do now?” I beamed, my heart was soaring

~~~~~

After visiting Hershel and us awkwardly trying to estimate how far along I was, we guessed about 3 weeks so he told us we needed prenatal vitamins

As we left his little infirmary someone walked past us and it sounded like they were coughing up a lung

A bit worrying since it’s summer and not many causes for sickness

I looked back at Daryl and he had the same worried expression

“Come on, we shouldn’ be round here no more” he said wrapping his arm around my waist and guiding us back to our little family cell block

~~~~~

Time went on and almost half the prison was infected with a deadly strain of the flu, thankfully Daryl was smart and kept me away from people

I was sitting up in the watch tower where Daryl had moved me, cause he was too worried and didn’t want to risk anything especially with me being pregnant now

As I sat on the edge of the tower resting in the rails I heard someone coming up, obviously Daryl cause he’d kill anyone that tried to come up, I usually would be annoyed by it but since he’s found out I’m pregnant he’s been in protective mode and it’s adorable

“Hi baby!” I said excited as he sat next to me

“Hey peach, how’re ya feelin?” He asked as he wrapped his arm around me and pulled me close

“I’m alright, just been really tired”

“Ya need to rest as much as ya can”

“But I don’t wanna sleep without you, you’re my big teddy bear” I laughed as I saw his face redden

We continued to sit there when the watch tower across from us exploded, we looked out into the field and it was a group of people stocked with weapons and in the center of it, The Governor……

~~~~~~~

part 2

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misslavenderlady · 1 year

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Everything's Alright 💙

Paul/GN!Reader

Summary: Life has been taking quite the toll on you lately, and your sweet boyfriend has definitely noticed how stressed you are. Luckily, he's got a little trick to help you relax and forget all your worries.

Thank you to the anon that put in this writing request! This story is SFW fluff. Please enjoy!

WARNINGS: Hypnosis, Dumbification

Life was getting pretty hectic for you. Actually, no. That wasn't right. Life was hell for you.

Responsibilities, personal problems, deteriorating mental health. It was all that and much more. It had gotten to a point where it felt like the weight of the world was on your shoulders. Everything was just hitting you all at once with no sign of a break in sight.

People told you all the time to be grateful for the good things you had. Food in your fridge, clothes on your back, a roof over your head. Some people don't even have that, they'd remind you. Gratitude was something you had made a habit of practicing often.

But that didn't take away from the fact that you were completely burned out. You felt anxious and overwhelmed by everything. If someone were to ask you just the smallest question, you’d get frazzled. This really wasn’t like you, and it was insufferable.

What made it worse was how much you bottled up these feelings. You didn’t want your boys getting worried about you. You spent almost every night with your boyfriend, Paul, and the three other Lost Boys you called your friends. They never had a care in the world. Always feeling adventurous and bold, there was never a dull moment with them.

The last thing you wanted to do was spoil the fun. So you acted like nothing was wrong. Put on a smile and acted as laid back as possible about everything. Meanwhile, your head was full of stress.

You thought you had fooled the others, but little did you know, Paul was the one who noticed something was off. Along with being a total goofball, he was also an empath. He knew whenever someone in the pack was feeling down, and always did his best to cheer him up. The others compared him to a puppy most of the time because he was loyal and loving and very snuggly when someone needed a bit of extra love.

So while the others went out for their hunt together, Paul decided to stick around the cave. You had been pacing back and forth in one of the corners for a while now, chewing your nail and mentally thinking about all the stuff you still hadn’t taken care of. Some errands here, work stuff there, it all added up and you had no idea how to take your mind off of it.

Paul could see it clear as day. He pouted from his spot on the broken fountain. No partner of his should have to struggle with all this.

“Hey sugar,” he called over to you. “You feelin’ alright over there?”

For a brief moment, you were able to snap out of the whirlwind of worries swirling in your head. You put on your best smile, masking the tense feelings you were actually experiencing.

“Y-Yeah, Paulie!” you chirped. “I’m okay! Just taking care of some stuff before we hang out!”

You thought you had done a decent job of hiding your true emotions, but the look on Paul’s face told you the opposite. He frowned back at you, eyebrows turned up and pretty, blue eyes wide with concern as he got up from his spot. Your heart was pounding so hard in your chest that it almost hurt.

“Baby, that’s not true,” he pouted. “I can hear what’s going on in your head, remember?”

Fuck. You actually hadn’t remembered that. The others had promised to keep out of your head with their mind-reading powers, but if you were truly in a bad mood, they took a peak just to see if there was something they could do to help. You wished they didn’t do that. The last thing you wanted was to concern them.

“I can’t even hear any clear thoughts. All I get from your head is nonsense and worries overlapping. It’s almost like your brain is screaming”

It wasn’t a pretty image to think of, but if you were being honest, that was the exact thing going on with you at that moment.

There wasn’t any hiding from a vampire, and as a human with no way to block him out, all you could do was give up. You let your sweet smile fall, the true look of stress painting over your face while your body slumped over. At that point you had been so exhausted, it was starting to affect your physical energy. You were so very tired, and as Paul made his way over to you, he could see that quite easily.

“I…I’m sorry…” you sighed. “I didn’t want to ruin the mood with how I was feeling…”

The vampire moved from his spot and quickly made his way over to you. Always ready to show affection, he held out his arms to pull you in for a big hug. As much as you didn’t like admitting something was wrong, you could never pass up a loving embrace from Paul. You practically melted into his arms, coming undone as he held you and stroked your hair.

After some gentle encouragement, you finally admitted what was going on with you. For several minutes you vented about all the things going on in your life and how stressed you were. It had gotten so bad that your mental struggle was taking a toll on your physical health. You felt sick, had headaches, and could barely focus.

All the while, Paul listened carefully. The others teased him about not being the brightest or being a total goof most of the time, but Paul was a lot wiser than they gave him credit for. He knew to not interrupt your thoughts or disregard your feelings. If anything, he understood them best. You were going through a lot of struggling, and he was going to do whatever he could to help make it better.

“That sounds like a lot to go through, baby,” he cooed, stroking your cheek with his thumb. You hadn’t even realized you started crying during the conversation. “There’s no way I can make all those problems go away…..but I think I know something that’ll help get rid of the stress”

“I appreciate the offer, Paulie, but I’m not in the mood to get high right now,” you smiled softly, leaning into his touch more.

He giggled, amused by your assumption. Rolling up a joint and lounging on the couch was certainly his go-to method for making any stress fade away. But that wasn’t what he had in mind for this particular problem.

“Nah, it’s not that. I have something a little….stronger”

Now you were feeling extra curious. When you tilted your head in confusion, his grin widened. He absolutely adored that look in your eye when something intrigued you.

“Y’know how my brothers and I have the power of hypnosis? Well, we don’t just use it to confuse people or get them to do what we want. We can also use it to relax those we use it on. It kinda…makes them go a bit dumb and woozy, but in like the best way possible”

“Soooo…I’ll just have my brain turned off?” you asked.

“That’s the best way I can describe it. You’ll be totally calm and chill, and it’ll be a really good break for your brain. No more worries freaking you out”

It was quite the offer. On the one hand, you realized how scary it could be to let a vampire have complete control over your mind. In any other situation, you’d be terrified of what could be done to you if you lost control and had no sense of control. But on the other hand, this wasn’t some random monster trying to hurt you. This was Paul. The love of your life. He would do anything to keep you safe.

Looking in his baby blues allowed you to truly see how much he cared. He was so kind to you. Always a sweetheart who wanted the best. Never once did you see a monster when you looked at him. You only saw a piece of your heart.

So you trusted him. With a nod, you silently granted him permission to use his powers on you.

“Okay. Just keep your eyes on me, baby”

Paul placed his hands on either side of your face, carefully holding you as if you were made of glass. So very fragile in his powerful grasp. With your eyes locked on his, you watched as the blue color faded away, the burn of yellow and red taking its place.

It was all so sudden. Your brain did in fact feel like it was turned off.

Without any hesitation, Paul slowly pulled out any negative thoughts going on in your mind. Everything you had been obsessing over for days and weeks became fuzzier until there was nothing left to think about. The fears and the sadness faded away, leaving an overall sensation of calm. Your body itself was physically relaxing too. Every tense spot in your muscles and bones went loose.

“That’s it, sugar. Let me take care of you. No more pesky thoughts in that cute head. Just relax and it’ll all be better~”

A smile stretched across your face as you sunk more into Paul’s grip. You couldn’t even remember what you had been so upset about before. The way he returned the expression told you he felt the same way.

Before you knew it, you were a dopey little version of yourself, feeling giggly and light-headed and extra snuggly. You fell into Paul’s arms, as your legs felt too wobbly to hold you up. He was clearly enjoying this version of you.

“See? Nothing to keep you down anymore, baby. You can just chill and not worry about a thing~”

He scooped you up in his arms, holding you close to his strong chest as he carried you to your room. As long as you were taking the time to get some relaxation, he would make absolutely certain your feet wouldn’t touch the ground.

While he walked, you got a little handsy with him. You giggled playfully as you played with the hair on his chest and nuzzled into the side of his neck, kissing the sensitive spots you knew made him feel frisky. In the hazy cloud of your mind, you still felt the urge to make him feel good too.

But that wasn’t what Paul had in mind. He tutted softly as he set you down on your bed.

“No no, baby. No sex right now,” he shushed you. “I’m not gonna do that while you’re all loopy. You need rest”

The control he had over your mind made it sound like he was speaking to you from a far distance. You heard it, but it was still faded. Still, you understood and nodded, gazing up at him with big doe eyes as he helped pick out comfier clothes. Once you were ready, he peeled back the massive pile of blankets you had accumulated after moving in with the boys.

You immediately started nuzzling against the comfy bed and pillows. It was already a cozy spot for you, but now with your mind calmed down, all the nice sensations felt ten times stronger. You couldn’t stop smiling, and that pleased Paul.

“There we go. All better now. Lemme get in there with you and we can just nap for a while. Sound good, sugar?”

You couldn’t even form words. It was as if you went completely dumb, unable to properly use your voice. All you could do was nod happily, agreeing with the idea of sleeping with Paul by your side. With your arms reaching out to him, he slipped into bed and pulled you close for a hug.

Warm, fuzzy feelings filled your entire body. You could certainly get used to something like this. Letting Paul care for you and turn your brain off when life got to be too much. The way he held you in his arms and stroked you gently made you feel completely safe. Nothing was going to hurt you or keep you down. Not while he was there.

So while you faded into a deep sleep, he whispered his sweet nothings in your ear.

“It’s okay, baby. My little love. Everything’s alright~”

#the lost boys #tlb #paul the lost boys #my fic #reader insert #paul x reader #gn reader

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mylifeisactuallyamess · 1 year

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A/N: I’ve had a day. Fives makes everything better. Hopefully I can get to my requests now 🙃.

Warnings: Extreme softness! Fives singing Five, established relationship. I suggest listening to Five - Got the Feelin’ when reading this 🥹.

Word Count: 1.2k+

“Na na na na na na na nah…” his singing reached you before he’d even opened the front door. His key scratched in the lock and he burst in making you duck down deeper into the nest you’d made on the sofa. “If you got the feelin’, jump up to the ceiling! Ah we’re gettin’ down tonight!” He threw his keys, kicking the door closed and danced his way across the floor, taking your attention away from the tv with his ridiculous dance moves. “1 if you gonna, 2 if you wanna, 3 cos everything’s alright.”

You giggled when he pointed at you, biting his bottom lip as he gyrated to the tune that played in his head. “Ah, we’re getting down tonight, it’s just round the corner, tell me if you wanna…” you could see he was trying to make you smile. He knew you’d had a stressful day and he was doing everything he could think of to make you feel better.

He danced towards you, throwing in a daft spin and pointing at you with a wink. “Fives will make you feel alright.” A squeal left you when he dived into your blanket nest, his body a welcome weight as he burrowed in.

“Where is she?” He murmured, you could feel his hands searching, grabbing at cushions and blankets as he tried to reach you through the layers. “Where is my girlfriend hiding? Ah!” You squirmed when his hand grabbed your t-shirt, sliding up inside your warmth and making you gasp from the shock of his cold his hands were.

“Fives!!” You shrieked, trying to escape him.

“Oh baby! Don’t kick me!” He whined. “I’m cold baby, let me in…” his other hand slipped under the blankets and you gasped loudly, writhing against the chill as your skin pimpled with goosebumps.

“Fives!” He let out a dark chuckle, moving to pin you between him and the sofa. He stretched his neck, straining as he planted a firm smooch on your cheek letting his goatee scratch you a little. You faked a pout but he wasn’t fooled, a smirk alighting his features as he settled his chin on your chest, gazing at you with those gorgeous caramel chocolate coloured eyes.

“You ok?” Fives wasn’t serious very often, it was one of the things you absolutely adored about him, but he knew sometimes he needed to check in with you before he derailed completely.

“I am now you’re home,” you admitted. He tugged you closer, shifting another blanket out of the way so he could kiss you without anything getting in the way. His hands slipped behind your back, shoving them as far into your t-shirt as he could get them. “How was your day?” You asked him, slightly breathless from the kiss that had your toes wiggling with happiness. You stroked his hair, enjoying the way the coarse strands spring back to exactly where they were before and he leaned heavily into your touch.

“Better now I’m here, and you’re doing that,” he groaned. He reminded you of a cat, as he rubbed his head encouraging your fingers to scratch harder. “Oh yeah, like that…” he whispered and you giggled again. “Mmm, I like that sound,” he whispered, pressing forward and placing a wet kiss on your cheek that had you scrunching your face up.

“Oh, Fives!”

“Yeah baby, say my name!” He cried burying his face in your neck and this time you laughed properly, trying to push him away but he was too strong. You felt his fingers move and you froze when your bra unclipped. “Oops.” You swatted him playfully on the shoulder only to be rewarded with a teasing kiss at the curve of your neck.

“Get off me you oaf!”

“Oh!” He cried, rearing up and sliding his hands so he was caging you to the sofa between his arms. “Oaf?? I am hurt.” You didn’t miss the mischievous glint in his eye. “Surely I’m a hulk.” Scoffing loudly, you rolled your eyes and crossed your arms, hating the way your bra now felt loose across your body.

“Dream on.”

“Oh I do,” he murmured, his gaze dropping to your lips. “I dream about you all damn, day long.” You planted a hand on his face stopping the next kiss that was no doubt coming and arched an eyebrow. “Of course, I could be lying,” he said with a smushed face into your hand.

“Fives, you couldn’t lie to save your life.” He settled back on the sofa, sitting down and pulling your legs over his. He rucked up your joggers, gently grazing your skin with his blunt nails in the way he knew you loved.

“No, but I could lie to save yours.” He rested his head on the back of the sofa, turned in your direction so he could gaze at you. Your feet flexed when he hit the best spot and he smirked again, glancing down to watch his fingers ghost over your skin. “You hungry?” He asked suddenly. You made a face, the elation of him being home slowly ebbing away at the thought of having to be an adult.

“Not really.” His fingers paused briefly only to carry on running up and down your shin.

“Wanna talk about it?” You picked at the blanket, pulling a loose thread in a repetitive motion as you tried to figure out if you actually wanted to talk about it or not. “We don’t have to,” he reassured you.

“Tomorrow?” You offered, glancing up and he gave you a soft smile.

“Sure, babe. In the meantime…”

“Oh god!” You exclaimed with a groan, tipping your head back.

“Na na na na na na na nah!”

“No, Fives no!”

“If you got the feelin’, jump on to the ceiling!” He stood up, pulling at your arms and dragging you upright to dance with him. “Ah, we’re getting down tonight!” He made you twirl but you put no effort in and he cocked an eyebrow at you. “That won’t do.” He twirled you harder, one leg of your joggers falling down at the motion and finally you giggled. “There she is! 1 if you gonna, 2 if you wanna, 3 cos everything’s alright…” he wrapped you tightly in his embrace, tilting you one way and then the other as he swayed gently. “If you got the feelin’, less of the dreaming…” you tipped your head back and he drank in your features, adoration clouding his expression. “Is Fives making you feel alright?” He asked and you nodded.

“Fives always makes me feel alright.”

“Good,” he murmured. “Good.” His lips slotted over yours, teasing you with a gentle lingering kiss that had him exhaling tenderly over your cheeks. He pulled away but you chased his kiss, deciding your weren’t done with him yet and he smirked against your mouth before obliging you with a deeper kiss that sparked a soft moan in your chest.

“I love you,” he breathed, stroking the hair away from your face as you wrapped your arms around his torso.

“I love you too, Fives.”

“Mmmmhmmm.” He grinned. “Shall we get the rest of your clothes off?” You shrieked in fake outrage but he just laughed, hugging you tighter just thankful that he had cheered you up at least.

#fives #tcw fives #fives fic #fives x you #fives x f!reader #fives x reader

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teeniestjojokitten · 1 year

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Accidental Caregiver- Arven x GN Little Reader:

After the stress of hunting down a Titan Pokémon, you regress in front of Arven. Luckily, he’s more than happy to help.

Hunting down the titan pokemon of Casseroya lake looked to be no easy task. By the time you had reached the lakefront, it was nearing nightfall. The water of the lake was dark and the fish around you were so big, the Dondonzo in the lake bearing down on you as you zipped by on your Pokémon. You tried to avoid looking at them, their bulging eyes and open mouths unnerving you.

When you reached the edge of one of the little islands in the middle of the water, a massive Dondonzo revealed itself, breaching out of the water and looming over you in its unnatural size. The titan Pokémon was massive, its gaping, slimy mouth and beady eyes sending a chill down your spine. Of course the titan had to be another one of those giant catfish pokemon. You faced it down, battling it with your Pokémon and following as it fled. You watched it cut easily through the water. Big. Scary. A part of you wanted to turn around and go back to the shore. To go home. But you had a job to do, so you steadied your breathing and kept going.

When you reached the shore of the next small island, catching up with the massive pokemon, you heard a voice call your name, looking up to see Arven rushing towards you. As he walked up to you, you already felt a little safer, relief washing over you. He battled the titan with you, side by side. As the Pokémon fled after the battle, Arven turned to congratulate you, and you pouted.

“You big jerk! Where were you?” He looks startled at your outburst, running his hands gently down your arms.

“Hey, hey, it’s all over now…”

“It was scary! I had ta- had ta face that Pokémon on my own, and- and…. Had to ride out here on the water, and… and I coulda used you with me!” Arven’s mouth turns down in the slightest of frowns, and he looks concerned as his eyes scan your face, checking to see if you’re all right.

“I know. I’m sorry I didn’t get here sooner. It was scary, and you were really brave doing so much of it on your own.” He gently pulls you closer, putting his arms around you in a tentative hug and tightening his hold as he feels you lean into the embrace. “It’s okay. You’re safe now.”

“….you promise?”

“I promise. I wouldn’t lie to my little buddy.” He rubs your back gently. “C’mon. Why don’t we go get that herba mystica, and we can sit and take a breather. Okay?”

“Okay….” He eyes you carefully, noticing you seemed to be acting younger than your usual self. Your body language, the way you were speaking… even your voice sounded a bit higher than normal. He vaguely remembered having read some things ages ago about age regression, and he wondered if this was anything similar.

“I’ll make us something to eat. Okay, kiddo?” It’s a name he’s never used with you, but you had seemed to relax when he called you his little buddy. And you seemed to relax further now. You nod, letting him lead you carefully into the cave, an arm curved protectively around your shoulders. “Watch your step, okay?” He speaks gently, and you let him lead you deeper into the cave. Having found the herba mystica, he starts setting up a picnic. He makes sandwiches for you and your Pokémon, as usual, but cuts yours into smaller pieces for you. “Here you go, kiddo. You feelin’ a little better?” You nod, taking the sandwich. “T’ank you, Arven…” you fidget, then pout a bit as he starts to walk back to the table, reaching up to tug on his sleeve.

“Mm? What is it, little bud?” You look at him with puppy dog eyes.

“Stay?” It takes a moment for him to process what you mean.

“Oh yeah? You want me to sit here with you?” You nod, and he sits down beside you. You scoot a bit closer, and he puts an arm around you, coaxing you to rest against him. “That titan was pretty scary, huh?” You bury your face in his shoulder.

“Mm-hmm…”

“Hey…. Hey, kiddo…. It’s okay, I’ve gotcha. You’re safe with me, all right?” You cuddle closer, and he strokes your hair gently. After a pause, he speaks softly. “Hey, little buddy. Have you heard of ‘age regression?’ It’s when sometimes, even if someone is big most times, sometimes they feel younger, maybe just by a few years, or maybe they feel like a really little one.” You nod. “You’ve heard of it?”

“Uh huh….”

“You feelin’ small right now?”

“Uh huh… I’m sorry….”

“Aw, kiddo, for what? You went through something scary, and if you’re feeling small from doing something so big, that’s okay!”

“Yeah! Wanted…!” You trail off, burying your face in his chest.

“What did you want, hm?” He speaks softly. Gently.

“Nuh-uh. It’s stupid…”

“Hey, kiddo… if it’s important to you, it isn’t stupid. Okay?”

“I wanted… wanted da-…wanted someone to take care of me…”

“Yeah? That makes sense, kiddo. You’re just a little one, and that can be hard when you’ve gotta handle so much big stuff. Do you have a caregiver?” You shake your head.

“Nuh-uh….”

“Oh. Well, that’s all right. Not all littles have them, and you don’t have to if you don’t want one, but—“

“I’d like one,” you mumble.

“Yeah?” You nod, and Arven pauses, looking at you tenderly. “Um… do you have anyone special in mind, or…”

“They’d think it’s dumb.”

“Aw, baby, I don’t know about that. But even if you tell them and they say no, well…. I don’t know how you’d feel about… me taking care of you? Only if you’d want that.” He blushes, but you look up at him shyly.

“You mean it?”

“Of course I do. I don’t want that to mess things up if you were going to ask someone els—“

“Was gonna ask you.” Arven blinks, his eyes widening slightly. Then, he smiles.

“Really? Oh…. Little one, I would love to be your caregiver!” He hugs you close, and you can see tears forming at the corner of his eyes. “Is there anything special you wanna call me, baby? And only if you want to, of course.”

“Can…. Can I call you daddy?”

“Oh, sweetheart…. Of course you can. I’d be so happy to be your daddy.” You frown, reaching up to dab at Arven’s teary eyes.

“Daddy’s cryin’....” He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to your hand as you rest it against his face.

“They’re happy tears, kiddo. I’m so happy you asked me to be your daddy.” You smile.

“Really?”

“Really really.” He ruffles your hair, then gently kisses your forehead. “Are you hungry, kiddo? You must’ve worked up an appetite doing all that big kid work.”

"Uh huh!" Arven smiles softly at you.

"All right, baby, eat up! We'll have a nice picnic and relax together. Sound good?" You nod, and you feel safe and cozy as you eat your sandwiches together, sharing with your Pokemon. As you cuddle up with Arven and Mabostiff, you feel much happier, knowing your daddy's got you.

#my writing #agere imagines #cg arven #pokemon cgs #caregiver imagines #agere fic

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banannabethchase · 4 months

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Supernatural, Cocky - also on AO3

Julia and Brody have to deal with the consequences of their actions: babysit the amnesiacs.

*wiggles magic fingers* We do not question the timelines of this series. The magic is creating time compressions. Shhhhh. Tis the finale of the House of Black Magic series! It is also the finale of my Bingo board for square G3! A double finale in one. This series was incredibly hard to write - brand new tropes, my least favorite fic framing device (supernatural/magical elements in non-magical canon my eternal rival), and the Pressures made this series a kick in the pants. But it's done, and I'm proud of it, and I hope other people enjoy it! Title from Moonlight Magic, like all the fics in this series. And, without further ado:

Julia’s blinded for a second before she hears Matt Jackson speaking down to Page like he doesn’t know him.

“Malakai,” she says. “Malakai, what happened?”

He starts swearing. “Get them in here,” he says. “And then you and Brody are getting everybody you cursed in here.” He sighs. “I think my magic was premature. I intended to wipe the lingering magical effects, not their entire identities.”

Julia stomps out and grabs Matt’s arm. “Get in here.”

Matt turns to her, giant, pretty eyes blank. “Who are you?”

“I’m your worst nightmare,” she growls. “Now get in the room.” She looks down at Page, looking surprisingly innocent and sweet on the floor. “You, too. Get your boyfriend to cooperate.”

“Boyfriend?” Matt says. Julia turns to him, and he’s lit up like a Christmas tree as he stares at Page. “You’re my boyfriend?”

“If the lady says so, I suppose.” Page draws himself to his feet, almost sheepish as he smiles at them all. “C’mon, sir. Let’s get in the room. I’m ain’t feelin’ quite myself.”

“Do I have a boyfriend?” Cutler asks, looking sad. “Or a girlfriend? I don’t even know my own name and I’m already a third wheel.”

“Jesus Christ,” Julia grumbles. “Just – go sit! Malakai will figure you out.”

She slams the door behind them. She has to find Brody – he has the worst timing to go get lunch. She misses her magic in the moment. She keeps bumping into people she would otherwise be able to skip past.

Brody’s snacking on some carrots, mid conversation with Danhausen, when Julia gets to him.

“You, go anywhere else,” she snaps.

“Danhausen does not appreciate your attitude,” the weird little creep says. “But he understands that this must be stressful for you what with losing your powers, so Danhausen will depart.” He stares at her. “But he will request an apology at a later date.”

“Whatever – Brody, come on.” She grabs his arm and yanks him toward the room. “We have to check on everybody we, um, interfered with. Magically.”

“Why?” Brody asks. “Danhausen and I were planning a toy run.”

“Yeah, well, Matt fucking Jackson opened the door when Malakai was mid-spell, so everything got messed up,” she hisses, low and quick under her breath. “So we’re on collection duty.”

“Collecting what?”

“Everybody we magicked,” Julia says. “Jesus, Brody, keep up!”

“You could be kinder about it,” Brody grumbles, allowing himself to be dragged by Julia. “Who’s next?”

They find Danny and Yuta, bickering with each other even without memories, and throw them into the room with Matt, Brandon, and Page. Malakai looks more and more furious as each person joins the room.

“Have you stumbled upon Castagnoli and Nick?” he asks.

“We didn’t affect them with our magic,” Julia says. “Why would we?”

Brody snickers. “Oh, I know what happened.”

Julia turns to him. “Share with the class.”

“I used my magic on Castagnoli back in WWE,” Malakai says, dropping his head into his hands. “And, from what I understand, he used the…gift, I gave him, you could say, with Nick.”

“Hah!” Julia says. “You aren’t perfect after all with the magic.”

“Watch yourself, Princess,” Malakai demands. “And go find them.”

Brody yanks Julia by the arm before she can say anything else, and they continue their search. It’s not hard to find the younger Jackson - Nick is walking around confusedly with a headset on, as if looking for someone. And they manage to find Claudio frowning in the BCC’s locker room.

“Oh, hello,” he says, annoyingly charming as always. “I don’t suppose you would be able to assist me with something.”

“With what?” Julia asks.

“I seem to have forgotten my identity,” Claudio says, and it’s so casual Julia could almost mistake it for a normal conversation.

“You’re Claudio Castagnoli, Swiss, and you like coffee,” Brody says. “Now come with me so we can get that identity back.”

“Of course I like coffee,” Claudio says, but at least he walks with them willingly.

“Get – go sit,” Julia says. “And nobody make out or anything.” She specifically glares at Nick, who’s looking at Claudio like he’s a piece of meat and Nick is hungry. Malakai is flipping with absurd speed through a glowing blue book Julia’s not even sure is corporeal.

“Isn’t he my boyfriend?” Matt asks, pointing to Hangman. “Wouldn’t we be expected to make out?”

“Not when you have no memories. God, you – watch the stupid show.” She turns on the channel to the feed of the network. “Great. Jurassic Park. You’ll love this.” Julia turns to see Brody watching the screen. “Get – Brody, come on!”

They search the venue and can’t find the Dark Order anywhere. After some attempts at covert questioning, they’re not booked today.

“I’ll text Alex,” Brody says. “See if he’s okay.”

Julia’s eyes narrow. “What do you mean text?”

He looks down, frowning. “What, I’m not allowed to have friends?”

Brody texts Alex, then gets a call back.

“Hey,” Julia hears Alex say. “What’s up?”

“Do you know who you are?” Brody asks.

Julia rolls her eyes. “That is not how you ask.” She takes the phone from his hand. “What’s your name?”

“Alex – Reynolds, is this Julia?”

“Yes,” she says. “Where are you?”

“I’m at home,” Alex says slowly. “Are you okay?”

Julia frowns. “Good.” She hangs up and gives the phone back to Brody. “Looks like people were only affected if they’re close enough to the venue and were strongly affected by the magic.”

“Which means we also need to find Kris and Willow,” Brody says. “And Mox.”

Julia groans. “Goddamnit. I hope his boyfriend isn’t here.”

“He’s not,” Brody says. “He’s got some house show.”

Julia raises an eyebrow. “How do you know so much about Seth Rollins?”

“Leave me and my google search history alone,” Brody grumbles. “Come on. Let’s go find everybody else.”

Mox is in the shower, staring at a wall in his clothes, in the BCC locker room. He hadn’t made a sound when they were in there before, which might be the strangest part of all of this.

“This is – fucking weird,” Brody says, turning to Julia. “Moxley? Hello?”

Mox turns to them, face blank. Julia’s beginning to wish she had her powers just to be safe. “That me?” he asks. “Moxley?”

Brody nods. “We can help.”

“Cool,” he says, frowning. “Woke up with no memory. Figured a shower would help, but…” He trails off as Julia turns off the shower, his clothes dripping. “Forgot to take my clothes off.”

“That’s probably a good thing,” Julia says, as gently as she knows how to be. “Come on. We can probably fix this.”

“You’re not gonna, like, kill me?” Mox asks.

“Definitely not,” Brody assures. “We save that for the ring.”

“Ring?” Mox looks down at his hand.

“Wrestling ring.” Julia leads Brody and Mox toward what she’s now referring to, in her head, as the cat herding room.

“Stay here,” she says, “see that guy in the back?”

Mox turns and nods. Malakai is hard to miss even without magic that allows you to see beyond the corporeality.

“You got questions, anybody messes with you,” Brody explains, “you talk to him.”

“New guy,” Matt says, “why are you wet?”

“And that’s my cue to leave,” Julia says.

“Be back soon,” Malakai says, voice deadly calm. “I’ll need both of your assistance.”

After mild begging, Julia gets Kris’ phone number from Chuck.

“Are you gonna try to kill her with your weird magic again?” Chuck asks, frowning. “She told me everything.”

“I’m going to try and protect her from magic,” Julia says.

Chuck frowns. “What the hell did you do now?”

“Just give me the number so I can fix it!”

She calls Kris five times in a row. She’s about to panic when, on the sixth ring, someone answers. They sounds out of breath.

“What the hell is so important you can’t let me get laid?!”

“Willow?” Julia asks.

“Yes, it’s Willow,” she snaps. “Six calls. In two minutes. I can only assume this is Julia.”

“Where’s Kris?”

There’s mild snipping and shuffling, and a new voice speaks. “I’m between Willow’s legs. Can you call us in, like, an hour? Or never?”

Julia blinks. “So you two – you know who you are?”

“Yes, somebody trying to get laid in a hotel.”

“And your names are…?”

Kris groans. “Oh my god. I’m hanging up.”

There’s a click.

“Did you just cockblock Willow and Kris?” Brody asks. Julia decides not to acknowledge that he’s fighting laughter.

“Shut up,” she grumbles. “You have Ricky’s number, right?”

Brody nods and dials. Maybe, if they’re lucky, Ricky and Eddie are off in the hotel, as well. Maybe it’s just people here right now.

“Hello?” Ricky says. “Surprised to hear from you, Brody, after everything.”

“Where are you?” Julia demands.

“I’m sorry, how did you get my number and why do you think you get to demand a goddamned thing from me?” Ricky says on his phone.

“You remember who you are, but you’re booked this week so you’re definitely not at home,” Julia says mostly to herself, frowning. “How? Are you at the venue?”

“My boyfriend and I,” Ricky says, ice in his tone, “are attempting to have a nice lunch out together without interference from meddling idiots. Apparently, we didn’t do enough to prevent it.”

“Fine,” Julia says. “You two seem to have avoided the magic.” She hangs up while Ricky’s still complaining. “Brody, Eddie and Ricky seem okay.”

“That’s good,” he says, exhaling. “So…”

“So now we have to get back and see if Malakai has fixed things yet.”

When they arrive, Malakai is flaring reds and stark whites. Never a good sign.

“Are you good, man?” Brody asks. Buddy is next to Malakai, his magic a pool of soft, dusky oranges and forest-floor greens around him as Malakai borrows his magic.

“I’m fine,” Buddy says, “but Malakai here may be ready to commit murder.”

“Ready implies I’m ever unable to do so,” Malakai says, not lifting his eyes. “Glad to see the two of you back.” He closes the book and stands, using magic from his hand to lift Buddy to standing. At the very least, Buddy looks content and happy. “The only responsible magic user of mine and I must go solve this problem without people bitching around me nonstop.” His glares land on Matt, Nick, and Mox. “So, now you two get to babysit them,” Malakai says, striding to the door, gesturing to the rest of the people in the room. “I have to go do research on my own.”

“What?!” Julia and Brody yell in tandem.

“You two caused these problems,” Malakai says, leveling them with a glare. “You two will help me fix it. And the only way for you to help is if the two of you stop getting in the way for five minutes and I lock you in a room.”

“It was all her idea,” Brody says. “You know that, right?”

“Suck up,” Julia mutters, but the worst part is that he’s right.

“Your responsibility is to keep them in this room to the best of your abilities and escort them anywhere else they have to go to,” Malakai says. “Buddy and I will be elsewhere solving this problem of yours.” He reaches up and runs his fingers through Buddy’s hair. Buddy arches into it, and Julia is suddenly very struck by how much she screwed up here.

“Okay,” she says. She hasn’t felt like she’s disappointed Malakai like this before.

The door closes behind the two of them, and she and Brody turn to see all the others staring up at them.

“Matt,” Brody says, “why are you braiding Nick’s hair?”

There’s no response for a second.

“You, the one braiding the hair,” Julia says. Matt’s head snaps up. “What are you doing?”

Matt shrugs. “He has nice hair. I like braiding. I was bored.”

“Did – did you ask him to do that?” Brody asks Nick.

Nick shrugs. “No, but it’s nice.”

“Ugh, brothers,” Julia says, flopping on the couch next to Claudio. He offers her a bland, almost politically polite, smile.

“Brothers?” Matt asks. He drops Nick’s braided ponytail and steps in front of him. “We’re brothers?”

Brody nods and sits on the arm of the big chair that a dripping wet Mox seems to have commandeered. “Yeah. It’s a whole thing with you two.”

Matt flops onto the couch next to Page, who moves an arm to throw around Matt’s shoulders without a second thought. “You must be the older brother,” Matt says, and Julia’s a little baffled at how easily he curls into Page’s side, even without a memory.

“Why?” Nick asks. Despite being fully in a conversation, Julia catches him repeatedly glancing over at Claudio.

“Well,” Matt says, gently, “you’re a little taller, for one. And you’ve got that hairline thing going.”

“I do?!” Nick stands and looks at himself in the mirror. With a little shuffling, he yelps when he finds a bald spot. “I must be older, based on the hair.” He looks over at Matt, with an expression surprisingly bitchy for the Buck Julia can usually stand a little more. “You’ll lose yours soon, I assume.”

Julia snickers. “This is fun. I genuinely don’t think I’ve enjoyed myself like this since I got my belt.”

“Why?” Matt snaps, leveling her with a glare.

“Because you’re all still just as annoying without your memory.” She stands and gestures to the couch, where Brody sits easily. When he puts his hands on her waist, she drapes herself over him. “Also, Matt’s the older brother.”

Matt’s jaw drops. “I am?!”

“He is?!” Nick asks. He looks at himself in the mirror, pushing back his hair. “Fuck, I’m screwed.”

Julia blinks. “Did you just swear?”

“Yeah,” Nick says. “Why?”

“You and Matt have a thing about swearing,” Julia tells them. “You say second-grade shit like ‘what the eff’ and ‘eff you’ instead of being an adult and saying fuck.”

Nick wrinkles his nose. “That can’t be right.”

“Maybe we’re above that kind of language,” Matt says, and he mirrors Julia’s position, only on top of Page. Julia rolls her eyes. Even mind wiped they’re cute.

“From the look of it, you’re just annoying,” Mox says.

Danny and Yuta pause from where they’ve been bickering quietly in the corner. It strikes Julia as very possible this is the first time they’ve realized other people are in the room. “Do I know you?” Yuta asks, frowning toward Mox. “I feel like – I think I’ve heard those words from that voice before.”

“You two are in a faction together, along with this one,” Brody says, clapping Claudio on the shoulder. Claudio jumps. “Oops. Sorry.”

“I’m alright, thanks,” Claudio says. “Faction?”

“Like – okay, we’re all pro wrestlers. Right?”

Julia watches as Matt’s, Nick’s, and Danny’s eyes lightup like sunbeams. “We are?” Danny breathes.

“Yeah,” Julia says. Unfortunately, this is kind of fun. “Yeah, most of you guys in here have won some sort of big ass match or whatever.”

Brandon grins. “We have?!”

Julia grimaces. “Well. Okay, maybe not big matches, but big for you?”

“I can’t get anything,” Brandon mutters.

“You do have a boyfriend, I think,” Brody says. “He’s at home though.”

“It appears statistically unlikely that all those in this room would be partnered with men,” Claudio says. “Are you joking with us?”

“Okay, first off,” Julia says, “we’re in wrestling, so we’d call it a rib. Second.” She pauses as Brody adjusts her on his lap so she can get a better look at everyone in the room. “Second, no, I’m not joking.”

Claudio huffs. “Well then. I suppose at some point we have to prove a rule using the exceptions.”

“Why are you fucking with the vibes, man?” Mox asks. “You’re not the one dripping wet in a…” He trails off. “Is this merch for the channel where they show Doctor Who or something?”

Julia can’t help but laugh a little. “No, that’s the BBC. You – and him, and him,” he points to Yuta and Claudio, “are all part of the Blackpool Combat Club. The BCC.”

“I can assure all of you, I’m not from Blackpool,” Claudio says. Which is weird for someone with no memory to claim.

“None of you are,” comes Brody’s soothing rumble from behind Julia. “It’s a long story, but you guys have the name in honor of another dude. William Regal.”

Mox blinks. “That…somehow feels familiar.” He turns to Julia. “Is my name Dean?”

“Oh, no,” Julia says. “Not, um. Not anymore.”

“Okay,” Mox says, but he looks uncertain. “Then who am I?”

“Jon Moxley,” Julia says. “That’s who you are.”

The room goes silent for a moment. It’s a little unsettling.

And then the Shield theme rockets through the room.

“I think that’s you, Mox,” Julia says gently. “You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to.”

Mox pulls out the phone and reads. “Seth…” He looks up at Julia. “I love Seth, don’t I.”

“You do!” Brody says. Julia can feel his excitement.

“Hello?” Mox says. “Hi, yeah – I love you, right?”

Julia can just make out Seth saying, “Yeah, of course you do. And I love you, too. Are you okay?”

“I think my memory. Um.” He looks up at Julia. “I don’t know what to say.”

Julia takes the phone. “Hey, Seth.”

“Who am I speaking with?”

“Julia,” she says. “Julia Hart.”

There’s a pause on the other end of the line. “Oh, god. Did you make him the feral animal man again when I’m not there?”

“No!” Julia says. “No, that, um. That one was actually on Malakai. Sort of.” She pauses. “It’s not relevant. You know who you are?”

“I do,” Seth says slowly. “Does Mox?”

“Actually,” Julia says, “he heard the ringtone – your old Shield theme – and knew he loves you.” She tries not to gag at how infuriatingly romantic that is. “Which is, I don’t know. What he feels for you overrode elemental chaos magic. That’s pretty impressive.”

Seth, and the whole room, are silent. “Can you put him on the phone?”

Julia hands it back to Mox.

“Hi,” Mox says. Julia’s never heard him speak this way.

She can’t hear what Seth says on the other end of the line, but Mox starts tearing up.

“Here,” Page says, leaning over Matt. He hands Mox a box of tissues. “It’s alright, man. Let it out.”

“One week he’s drinking blood, another week he’s being emotionally aware while being mindwiped,” Brody mutters in Julia’s ear. She laughs.

“What?” Page asks, frowning. “You got somethin’ against men showin’ emotion?”

“No!” Julia says. “Just – okay, recently you got in a match with a guy where you drank his blood. It’s a big shift.”

Matt’s eyes go wide and he turns to Page, who looks similarly disturbed. “You drank somebody’s blood?”

“I – apparently so,” Page replies.

“Don’t worry,” Matt says, shifting on Page’s lap. “I think that’s kind of hot.”

“Oh, god,” Yuta says, rolling his eyes.

“You get covered in blood all the time, too,” Julia says. “He,” she nods over to Mox, who’s hung up the phone and is patting his cheeks dry, “beat the crap out of you in a match, and you wrote BCC on your chest in your own blood.”

Yuta’s face goes a bit blank.

“Damn,” Danny says. “Okay, big man. Maybe you would win in a fight.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying this whole fucking time,” Yuta mumbles. “Hey, lady in charge.”

“Me?” Julia asks.

“Yeah, you,” Yuta says. “Are he and I a thing?”

She nods. “Yeah. We, uh. Brody and I body swapped you while back and you two have been together ever since.”

Yuta turns to Danny. “You wanna make out?”

“No!” Julia says. “Nobody is making out when you don’t have memories!”

Danny grabs Yuta by the front of the shirt and hauls him in, and Julia decides that fighting their basest instincts to fuck and fight each other really isn’t worth it.

“I assure you, ma’am, I will not be participating in any of this,” Claudio says. Julia’s eyes flick to where Mox is scrolling something on his phone with a smile on his lips, where Matt and Page and gazing into each other’s eyes, where Danny and Yuta are practically going at it on the floor.

“At least somebody’s listening,” Brody sighs.

“I’m listening!” Brandon says. He stands up and falls on the couch next to Claudio. “I’m not making out with anybody.”

“That’s because Reynolds is at home,” Brody replies. “Don’t worry. You have your own person.”

Brandon visibly relaxes. “After all this, I’m going to call him. Just to…just to know.”

Nick grumbles from where he’s still messing with his hair in the mirror. “Glad to hear everybody else is in love or whatever.”

“I –”

“I wouldn’t get into that if I were you,” Brody murmurs in her ear. “That one was Malakai’s fault, in the end.”

“Good point.” She looks back over at Nick. “I’m sure your memory will come back any time, and then you’ll remember that you and your friends and your brother created this company and you’ll be all happy again or whatever.”

Nick pauses. “I…created a wrestling company?”

Julia nods. “You and Matt, a guy named Tony Khan. Big wrestling mark, our boss. Two guys named Cody and Kenny, but Cody’s not here anymore.” She tries her best sincere smile. “This exists because a bunch of weird nerds took a chance.”

“The insult feels unnecessary, but okay,” Nick says. He relaxes, looking content.

The rest of the afternoon ticks by so slowly Julia feels like clawing out of her skin. She puts on another movie – Transformers seems least likely to cause problems – and waits for Malakai. And waits. And waits.

“The show’s going to start soon,” Brody says. His leg is bouncing so hard Julia’s slipped off of his lap and next to him. She’s a little squished between Claudio and Brody, but she’s distracted.

“I know,” Julia mutters. “Do you think we’re in serious trouble?” She glances around the room. Not everybody in here has a match, but most of them have something to do this evening. She leans in closer. “Should we start worrying about their memories yet?”

“No,” Brody says quietly. “I think we’re good.”

“Think?”

“Hope.”

Julia buries her face into his arm until he reaches out and pulls her in. “It’s going to be okay, Jules.”

“I know,” she says with a sigh. “But I miss my magic.”

“I miss mine, too,” Brody says. He adjusts her hat.

There’s a lot more she wants to say. She can see the effects of her actions around the room, though some are less negative than others.

She waits a little longer, until the ending scenes of the movie.

“We’ve got it.”

Everyone in the room looks up at Malakai.

“Everyone affected, stand.” His glare toward Julia and Brody is clear as day. They stay seated.

Malakai turns the deepest red, blood and rubies sparkling in a sunrise before a storm. He spins his magic in front of him. “Return their minds,” he speaks, in a language Julia doesn’t know how she understands, “return their memories but take none of the past few hours. Keep them whole.”

The red is almost too powerful. Looking at it hurts, somewhere deep in her mind, but she forces herself to keep looking. She wants to know how the magic can fix all of this.

If she knows how to fix it, maybe she can use it better next time.

It swirls and grows, with Malakai carefully instructing its placement. The magic seems to have a mind of its own, but Julia can understand that they’re lucky the ideas of the magic seem to align with theirs. She’d never known how powerful it was until she sees it laid over the bodies of her coworkers, working to turn them back to themselves.

Time, she’s fairly certain, has stopped. And then it hasn’t.

The room settles back to normal, the red dissipating until it’s nothing but a faint fog, and then gone.

“Okay,” Page says, shaking his head. “That was the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me, and that’s saying something.” He wiggles his hand at Matt, who laughs.

“I don’t want to know,” Malakai says, dropping his head in his hands.

They go around the room, Malakai asking very pointed questions to ensure all memories have returned.

“Alright,” he says, nodding. “It feels appropriate to release all of you at this point. If anything – and I mean anything – feels like it’s wrong, you come to me.” He glares at Julia and Brody again. “You hear me? Me only.”

The group of recently re-memoried wrestlers nod and mutter in agreement as they leave.

“Thank god that’s over,” Brody says, falling sideways on the couch. Julia would be annoyed, but she’s just as relieved.

“Oh, it’s not over,” Malakai says. “Buddy, find a safe seat. We need to have them meet with the true origins of their powers.

“Meet with – what?:”

She can’t react. The world is swirling colors and patterns that Julia can’t name or understand, and she feels suspended.

Now you understand the responsibility of the magic, she understands through what’s around her, now you know that your motivations come second to mine.

“Who am I speaking with?” she asks. It’s less words than lightning coming from her.

The deepest of magic is the most dangerous, Julia understands, but lighter level magic also harnesses my power. Your Malakai has done his best to educate you on his own, but you required further reminders of your powers.

“I’m sorry,” Julia says with sparks. “I didn’t – I hadn’t realized –”

But you do now, Julia understands. And using magic as a toy is your way to lose it forever. And possibly your life.

Julia feels fear like liquid ice run up her spine. “Is this how I die?”

No, child, Julia understands, death is not for you for many years, if ever. Immortality can be given to those who wield power well and carefully. Do you think yourself capable of this?

“I don’t know,” Julia whispers with the flicker of a candle.

Good, Julia understands, for if you were sure so early, it would be proof you are not. Julia feels the whisper of a caress against her cheek. You are prepared to be a leader, little Princess. You will become Queen. But lessons will be learned along the way. Julia feels the liquid ice melt into comfort. And you’ve learned your first.

“Thank you.” Julia’s voice is a spark again. “I won’t – I’ll be more careful next time. More intentional.”

My princess, Julia understands, you may have some of your magic back. You will continue to earn more as the years go by, as long as your intentions remain true and you demonstrate the intentionality. It’s a brush like lips against hers, a touch Julia would do anything to feel again.

And then her eyes open. And she’s on the couch next to Brody.

“Holy fuck,” Brody says, his eyes opening. “What was that?”

“That,” Malakai says, looking far too calm for the situation. Buddy’s got his head on his lap, content. Little suckup. “Was the Goddess.”

“The Goddess?” Julia asks. “We – we spoke to the person we get our powers from?!”

Malakai nods, carding fingers through Buddy’s hair.

“I thought we got our powers from you,” Brody says. He rests his hand on Julia’s thigh until she takes his hand.

“If you’d listened,” Buddy says, “you’d know we’d always gotten our powers from the Goddess.” He looks up at Malakai with unbridled adoration. “Malakai is our conduit.”

“Did she forgive the two of you?” Malakai asks. “Do you have your powers back?”

Julia presses her lips together and holds out her hand. Her colors are slightly different now – a hint of magenta instead of pure red, but the majority is ocean-teal instead of pure green. “They feel…different,” she says.

“They represent the nuance you understand now,” Malakai says. The blue-grey of his skin, the deep blackened purple of his eyes. Julia’s never understood the meaning before.

“That’s why Cutler had yellow and blue,” she murmurs. “Why we had green, and blue, and pink.”

Malakai nods. “And why Buddy here has had sages, forest greens, and sunset oranges,” he murmurs. “He understood the responsibility from day one.”

“Always the perfect one,” Julia mutters.

“No one is perfect,” Buddy says. “But, yeah, I am.”

Brody chucks a pillow at Buddy using his newly orange-pink and ocean-teal powers.

“Hey,” Julia says, showing Brody her own greyish teal, “we match now.”

He beams over at her. “We do.”

Mini Playlist: Moonlight Magic - Ashnikko Magic - One Direction Magic - The Cars God is a Woman - Ariana Grande

#Genuinely I don't know how to tag this #in which sara writes #wtf i like wrestling now???#House of black polycule #Genuinely this fic manages to be even weirder than some of the others in this series #house of black magic

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HeliosR - Marion Blythe Card story ‘‘A way to relieve stress’’ (full)

Translation of Marion Blythe’s #Photooftheday card story from ‘Helios Rising Heroes’.

Includes all three parts in one post.

Part 1

Marion: Huff… huff…

Marion: (Damnit, why am I this angry…)

Marion: (I’m trying to concentrate on training here…!)

Marion: Huff… huff… hmph!!!

Marion: Gh….!

Marion: (....I went too far again. This marks the… third machine I’ve broken this week…)

Marion: Sigh…

Marion: (Either way, I’ll have to tell Jack. He should be cleaning up the living room at this hour…)

Jack: Hmmm・・・This sink just won't get cleaned・・・

Jack: But it’s not a problem♪ Thanks to this high pressure washing brush Nova newly installed, all that stubborn filth will get eliminated

Victor: Thank you for your continued efforts, Cleaning Robot-san.

Jack: Good morning, Victor. Are you off to work?

Victor: Yes. Currently the research department is-

Marion: Jack…..

Victor: Oh, Marion.

Marion: Ugh, Victor, you’re here….

Jack: Welcome back, Marion. What’s the matter? You seem to be agitated.

Marion: Um… I broke some gym equipment…

Jack: Eh, again? Marion, I told you to be careful before, haven’t I?

Marion: Sorry. I was keeping that in mind, but for some reason I felt oddly frustrated and put in too much power without realizing…

Jack: Frustrated? Have you accumulated stress again?

Marion: I don’t know… It’s not really clear for some reason…

Victor: Is that not because of Nova’s absence

Marion: !?

Victor: His business trip is taking somewhat longer than usual this time around. I’m afraid you’ll have to be a little more patient.

Marion: S-shut your mouth! I know that without you butting in!

Jack: Please keep it cool, Marion

Marion: Ngh….

Jack: I comprehend that sentiment of loneliness. However, that’s not a reason to go around breaking equipment.

Marion: ……..

Victor: If physical exercise isn’t having any effect on relieving stress, have you considered another method that could divert your mind?

Marion: If that was a possibility then I wouldn’t be--

Victor: Oh, it seems that I must take my leave. Things are somewhat more hectic than usual due to Nova’s absence at the research department. Now, excuse me.

Marion: --struggling to begin with…

Jack: Marion, everything okay?

Marion: Yeah… It pisses me off but with the reason for my stress being clear, I’ll have to think about how to approach it as he suggested.

Jack: Indeed. Then I’ll be on my way to inspect the equipment.

Marion: Thanks, Jack. Again I’m very sorry for it.

Jack: It’s not a problem. Feel free to give me a call whenever there's anything.

Marion: ……..

Marion: (A method to relieve stress. I’ve already tried watching movies, eating pancakes, all the usual other stuff I do but---)

Ren & Gast: …..

Marion: ! Since when did you two--

Gast: Marion, you feelin’ stressed out…?

Marion: Gh, you both heard that…

Ren: Could it be that we’re the reason?

Marion: ….Huh?

Gast: We’re always bein’ taken care of by you, ain’t we

Ren: ….Sorry if we were bothering you.

Marion: T-that’s not it! I won’t deny that it’s a little bit frustrating but it has nothing to do with you two.

Marion: Besides, don’t you have the day off? Rest up properly-

Marion: ……

Ren & Gast: …..?

Marion: How do you usually deal with stress?

Gast: Eh….

Part 2

Marion: How do you usually deal with stress?

Gast: Eh….

Marion: I’m asking for reference.

Ren: …I read.

Marion: Reading, huh. I’ve given that a shot already…

Marion: Isn’t there anything else you do?

Ren: There’s also, well… looking, at cats…

Marion: Ah, I see now

Marion: …What about you, Gast

Gast: As for me, prolly just talkin’ and messin’ around with the boys

Marion: Hanging out, then…

Marion: ……

Gast: Marion?

Marion: Sorry that it’s out of the blue, but may I tag along today to see how you guys go about relieving stress?

Ren & Gast: ….!

Marion: Or, well… if you had plans already then it’s not a problem to prioritize these first.

Marion: And as I said it’s your day off, you ought to rest properly…

Ren & Gast: …..

Ren: ….I don’t have any plans in particular, so it’s not a problem or anything

Gast: I was gonna meet up with the fellas in the afternoon, so this might be a good chance for it. They’re all bunch of good boys so minglin’ with you and Ren won’t be a prob♪

Marion: Are you sure of this?

Gast: Yeah! Let’s go put Ren’s suggestion to the test first

Ren: ….Got it. Follow me.

Marion: This place is…

Ren: There’s some in this alleyway

Kitty: Meow~

Marion: ! How impressive to see all these cats here…

Gast: Huuh, this place ain’t easy to reach but that didn't hold you back to get here without gettin’ lost

Ren: Are you implying something?

Kitty: Meow~

Marion: They’re surrounding me… Quite amicable with people, aren’t they.

Ren: Yeah. There’s people that sometimes come to give them food so…

Gast: Huh, explains why they got that satisfied look on their faces I guess

Marion: They know they won’t have to worry about missing meals here

Gast: Haha, I’m even spottin’ collared cats

Marion: It must be a very comfortable place for them

Gast: Each one of ‘em are completely different from each other when givin’ them a closer look. Size and color is a given, but there’s also the shape of their tails or the kind of fur they got

Gast: Ren which cat do you…

Gast: Ren?

Gast: Gah, Marion, he ain’t here!

Marion: Wha- when did he…! Guiding us here went so smoothly that I forgot to keep an eye on him…

Gast: I’ll call him first before anythin’ else.

Gast: I don’ think he went off that far but…

Gast: That you, Ren!?

Ren: "…What do you want"

Gast: Hey, don’tcha react like that now. Where are you now? Honestly, how did you even manage to get separated from us here

Ren: "….For Marion…."

Gast: ? What for Marion?

Marion: Hand it to me.

Marion: Ren, it’s me. Explain yourself.

Ren: "…The cat I wanted to show you wasn’t here, which is why I'm in the middle of looking for it…"

Marion: A cat you wanted to show me?

Ren: "I thought it might help you out with relieving stress…"

Marion: Right. I’m grateful you kept that in mind but more importantly, where are you--

Marion: Huh, he hung up…! Did his battery die!?

Marion: We’re going to look for him, Gast. He should be around here…. and at least still in Red South.

Gast: Got’cha. I’ll trying askin’ the bros to also lend out a hand

Marion: I’ll search over there. And call some people over here too just in case.

Gast: Okay

Part 3

Marion: (Ren… just where did you go…)

Marion: (I’m searching for a needle in a haystack. It doesn’t seem that I’ll find him by frantically searching.)

Marion: (! I’m guessing Gast is calling.)

Marion: Hey, did you find Ren?

Gast: "……No……"

Marion: ? What’s wrong, I can barely hear you.

Gast: "……Sorry, Marion. This is as far as I can go….."

Marion: What are you going on about? Gast, just what in the world--

Marion: …Don’t tell me, it happened again….?

Gast: "While asking around about Ren, buncha girls started to quickly gather and…"

Gast: "Gah, looks like I ain’t gettin’ out of here soon…"

Marion: ….Sigh. I’ll come rescue you, just hold on tight.

Gast: "Seriously sorry…. I’m in a back alley on Carmine Street."

Marion: Jesus christ….

Roy: Huh? Is that Marion

Chuck: Woah, that he is!

Marion: And you two are Gast’s…

Roy: Heard from our buddies that they found some Ren-lookin’ guy so we came to let you know

Marion: ! Really?

Chuck: We tried to let Gast-san know but he ain’t picking up, so we thought to go confirm instead. Wonder if anything happened to him though…?

Marion: I’ll be checking up on Gast. You two go to where your friends are. If they did actually find Ren, I’d like for you to bring him to Carmine Street.

Roy: Got’cha

Chuck: We’re leavin’ Gast-san in yer hands. Take care of him, Marion!

Marion: (Good grief, both of them are a handful…)

Ren & Gast: We’re very sorry…

Marion: As always, can’t expect anything different with each one of you…

Gast: I’m really, really sorry!

Ren: All we ended up doing is causing you trouble…

Gast: Rather than gettin’ rid of your stress, we just added some more of it on top…

Marion: ….Stress?

Marion: (Come to think of it… This morning I was very riled up, yet currently…)

Marion: No need to worry about that. I’m not feeling stressed at all anymore.

Ren: Eh…

Gast: How…?

Marion: Who knows. Either way, that feeling’s gone. I’ll be returning to my room now.

Gast: …Did something happen?

Ren: No idea… But he does look more calm than he was this morning.

Gast: Guess so.

Victor: Oh, welcome back, Marion.

Marion: It’s you… didn’t you say you were busy?

Victor: Yes, that’s why I’m going back to the lab now.

Victor: …….

Marion: What are you staring at my face for… It’s gross.

Victor: I was merely thinking how your expressions are more lively than they were when I saw you this morning.

Marion: …..!

Victor: The fact that you were able to relieve stress is more than anything. I do wonder what you may have done for that.

Marion: S-shut the hell up! Don’t stick your nose where it doesn't belong!

Victor: What are you getting upset for?

Marion: Because you said something that set me off! It’s YOUR fault that I’m feeling agitated again!

Marion: Take responsibility, Victor!

Victor: If you say so…

#heliosR #helios rising heroes #marion blythe #victor valentine #ren kisaragi #gast adler

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