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rayofsunas · 3 years

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s/o has a mental/nervous breakdown.

A/n: hello everyone! I hope your day is going alright, and that you’re doing well 🥰 I recently hit 300+ folllwers, like Sunday morning, and omg, that was the best thing to wake up too 🥺❤️ thank you those new and old for following and taking a chance with my account and sometimes trashy works 🙃 I’m gonna make a longer post at some point saying my thanks and discuss what I plan to do to celebrate 300 followers. It would really mean a lot to me if you guys chimed in if you have any ideas, after all, this is a thanks to you and I want you all to be involved! also, if you saw my recent rambles about how a draft was deleted, it’s referring to this post... what I had written got deleted TWICE in the span of FIVE MINUTES. gosh I was so pissed, I almost screamed. mobile tumblr is not it 😔 but here we are. I hope you like this. I tried to write this three times.... 🤡 also, since I am not a doctor or anything, I put a link to possible symptoms/what a “mental breakdown” is, that’s in the warnings, just click the link, it helped with my accuracy.

Summary: s/o has a mental/nervous breakdown.

Parings: Xiao/Reader, Scaramouche/Reader, Albedo/Reader, Childe/Reader (all fem reader)

Warnings: angst, mental breakdown (panic attacks, stress, anxiety, ptsd, hallucinations, insomnia) fluff, swearing, mentions of death, mentions of injury

Word count: 3.5k (whew after tumblr DELETING this draft twice here we are folks ;-;)

requested by @mintyhuening

Xiao

he knew you weren’t okay at all

Xiao knew the moment you locked yourself in your house

at first he thought maybe you were just temporarily feeling this way, but as the weeks passed and you hadn’t come out, he decided maybe not

coming from someone who enjoyed silence and solitude he could understand the distancing part, but it had been weeks, and even he needed socialization, so why hadn’t you come out?

you spoke to him through the door a few times, letting him know you were alright

he didn’t believe that though, sure you were alive, but not alright, he was mainly checking for confirmation to see if you were still alive while he thought of a good way to approach the situation

he didn’t want to invade your privacy, but he also hated the fact that you wouldn’t come out, not even to see him

it was lonely without you, he concluded

even for someone who enjoy solitude

you were a careful creature, but never this careful and cautious...

were humans always like this?

eventually, he couldn’t stand it, and did find other ways to get into your house

he grew antsy after pacing outside your door for days

he found you huddled in your bed, a heap of pillows and blankets surrounding you

you were shocked to see him when he’d sat down on the foot of the bed, causing it to dip significantly

“How did you get in?” You snapped once you saw who it was.

“I have my ways.” He said raspily. With a huff of annoyance, you were back to facing the wall, away from the Adepti.

“It’s dark in here.” He announced matter a factly, looking around the nearly pitch-black room, windows and doors covered by sheets and hefty duty curtains. “It’s how I like it.”

“It’s not healthy.”

“I don’t care, go away.”

Xiao was starting to grow impatient surprisingly, he truly just wanted to help, why couldn't you see that?

“Being passive is not going to help the situation, please tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing, I’m just tired.”

He worried. If he said the wrong, would you push him away even further? If he said the right thing, would you even care? Did you want help?

Xiao moved closer to you, hand going to touch your leg, although it was underneath the blankets, you felt it and did have to admit the affection was comforting.

“Don’t do this to yourself,” Xiao said. “Your friends miss you, I miss you as well.”

Maybe if you weren’t cooped up here anymore, you would start to come around. The room and house all together were very stuffy, dark, and depressing, he despised it.

“It’s beautiful outside, come with me,” he'd whispered. “At least if you don’t want to be around people, could you allow me to take you to a secluded area?”

“The fresh air will do you good.”

You were thinking about it, you had to of been if you still cared.

“Fine, mother.” He watched with hope in his eyes as you slowly rose from the bed, and began

The outside world was very very bright at first, enough to induce a headache. But you became used to it the more you were out.

Xiao stayed true to his word like you knew he would unless you wouldn’t have come. You were taken to a very secluded area, there wasn’t even a path or road to it, just green luscious grass, and crystal core everywhere, beautiful blue and orange ones; Anemo and Geo respectively. You weren’t sure where you were, somewhere between Mondstadt and Liyue, you assumed.

The fresh air did wonders, Xiao had noticed. You seemed to open up. Telling him a little of the problem. You had told him about how life was just stressful right now, you hadn’t taken any commissions in weeks, spoken to any of your friends Mondstadt, hence why they had come to him, accusing him of kidnapping and brainwashing you. He was offended, nonetheless let them know that wasn’t the case.

The ever so secluded Xiao would take you out more, slowly introducing you to crowds of people, and would still take you on daily walks to that secret place you now called your special spot.

It would take a while, he knew that, and you wouldn’t be comfortable doing everything that others around you did, maybe not for a while. He could respect that, as long as you allowed him to help and encourage you.

Scaramouche

being a harbinger was HARD, Scaramouche knew that, even if he didn’t admit it

admitting it was challenging, could lead to always being doubted or seen as incompetent. therefore, no one mentions how hard it is

he had been off doing his duties when he got news that you had lashed out at a few lower rank fatui on your team, resulting in you being called in to meet with The Tsaritsa... let's just say she went easy on you because you were one of her highest ranking soldiers, if not, she would've severely punished you

you were forced back to your sleeping quarters immediately to calm down, told to stay put until you could stop “lashing out like a child” as she had put it

you weren’t one to argue against The Tsaritsa, everyone knew that was common rule... so you walked back as calmly as you could without snapping at anyone else

when Scaramouche had heard how you acted, he was annoyed

the always so calm and calculated Y/n, lashing out at her fellow members? he couldn’t help but be annoyed, despite it being completely out of character of you

he had finished his duties relatively quick, wondering why you were acting so out of character

when he got back, he found you in your sleeping quarters, pacing in front of the large windows near the furthest end of your room

you were still wearing your typical combat gear, though your hair disheveled and body language looking extremely anxious, he hoped it was not yours...

“What did you do this time?” Had asked the violet-eyed man, carelessly throwing his hat on your bed, lean arms folding across his chest.

No response.

“Excuse me, I believe I asked you a question.”

A loud irritable huff.

“Be quiet for once in your life, Scaramouche.” You hissed, anxiously biting at your nails. “Sorry- I’m just trying to calm down, but my heart can’t stop racing.”

Scaramouche wasn’t the most in-touch person with his feelings, and out of all the harbingers, he was one of the more difficult ones to deal with.

Surprisingly, he had shut up, despite finding it difficult to hold his malicious comment back.

“What’s wrong?” Your lover asked, more softly this time.

“My mission today was... hard. I know you said it’s important for missions to just be a one and done; no hard feelings. And you know I’ve always been that way. But this one was different.” His eyebrows furrowed, his forehead creasing in annoyance.

“I can’t help but think about what they did.”

“Did you get what you went for? I heard you sought after information regarding that Knight, Aether.”

“Yes, but-”

“I’d call that a successful mission,” He stared intensely, casually moving to sit on the comfort of your bed. Of course, he wouldn’t take this seriously. “Any casualties?”

“None of our men, but-”

“I don’t see the problem.”

“There were children, three little children, and those idiots just slaughtered them.”

“Ah... I see.”

Despite stating he understood, he really couldn’t sympathize with what you were saying. Those children were enemies as long as they worked against The Tsaritsa.

Your voice suddenly cut through the silence, staring directly into his eyes, “What if those were our children?”

“They weren’t.” Your eyes rolled at his comment.

“But what if!” He rolled his eyes, mocking your previous action.

“But they weren’t.” He mocked for a second time.

“You’re not helping, Scaramouche!”

“You’ll never understand, unless you see what I saw,” He knew you were right to some degree, but even then would he feel bad? A mission was a mission after all.

“They were begging me to protect them, and the youngest, she would not let go of my arm and then the next thing I knew, they were dead.” You continued, left hand going to grip your right, he assumed to show him where and how the said girl had gripped you. You were still shaking, this time being closer, he noticed how bad it was.

“They were pleading, I told them I would try my best, and then-” He had long ago stood, making himself present in front of you. His warm hands had grabbed your shaking ones harshly, ceasing the trembling momentarily.

“Please, be quiet,” The sixth harbinger snipped. “I don’t like seeing you upset.” Although it sounded harsh, he was trying his best to make it sound how he felt, even if those feelings were minuscule towards this specific topic.

“Although, I don’t agree with you about this particular concern of yours- I will do whatever you need to help you.”

Albedo

now, he may just be an alchemist, but trust me, Albedo sees the signs before anyone, he has some sort of familiarity with them due to his incessant reading

and it may have taken him longer to see the signs because of how busy he was, but he saw them

he was no fool to the likes of insomnia, in fact he knew it very well, often staying up very late into the night and morning, sometimes for days at a time

he was cooped up in his lab and it wasn’t as if his body wasn’t tired, cause hell he was, there was just s much more to learn and discover, his brain WOULD not stop,

Albedo hadn’t known how long this had been going on for, but he was seeing signs now

ngl, he didn’t notice that you hadn’t been sleeping properly until one night he decided to accompany you in bed earlier than usual (It was three a.m, yikes), and found that you were awake still

you were lying still on your side of the bed, and if it hadn’t been for the fact that he reached over to kiss your cheek, only to see your eyes open, he would’ve assumed you were alright and asleep

“You’re awake?” The ashy-blonde man asked, sliding into bed next to you.

“Can’t sleep.” You shrugged nonchalantly, scooting closer to him, seeking his warmth and comfort.

“You should’ve come to get me, I would’ve come to bed earlier with you.”

“It’s alright, I peeked in to see if you were still alive,” You joked, he chuckled. “You seemed very busy.”

“Yes, but, I thought I told you to remind me when you need attention, I often get sidetracked and enamored with my work.”

“It’s quite alright, Albedo. As long as you’re sleeping.”

He hummed, whispering tired words of adoration in your ear. That carried on for a while, as long as talking about the day's work and whatnot, until you eventually questioned, “Can I play with your hair?” The gesture was sweet, and that did sound amazing right about now since he was on the brink of sleep, but just needed that little push. But weren’t you tired?

“Aren’t you tired?”

You sat up, climbing behind Albedo, gently placing his head in your lap. “I’ll go after you.” A soft smile adorned your beautiful face. “You need sleep, you stay up for Archon knows how long.”

He selfishly allowed his eyes to close and waited for sleep to accompany him while you began untangling his two braids and ponytail. You played with and braided his hair until he’d fallen asleep as you said. You stayed up the rest of the morning though.

Eventually, probably out of boredom, you fell asleep for an hour or two around five a.m. Though, unfortunately, you were back up before six. You busied yourself while Albedo slept, starting with cleaning his lab. Albedo often did not like people touching his books, paperwork, and findings, but after instructing you how to properly take care of his stuff, he welcomed your help with open arms, seeing as though his lab was ALWAYS in shambles from not having enough time to take care of things himself.

Albedo surprisingly woke up around nine, wavy hair surrounding him like a lion, you chuckled to yourself at the sight. “How did you sleep?”

“Alright, considering my sleep schedule is nonexistent a lot of the time.” You nodded, bumping shoulders teasingly. “How about you?”

“Okay,” You said, immediately changing the subject. “I woke up early, so I cleaned your lab, I hope it’s to your likings, Kreideprinz.” You teased, bowing at the waist.

The alchemist waved you off, with a smile. “We’ll see about your organizational skills after you eat.”

How had he known?

“You haven’t eaten yet, have you?” Albedo asked, heading in the direction of the kitchen.

“That obvious.” You wondered trailing after him.

“You always wait for me, darling.”

“You look exhausted.” Albedo’s concerned voice cut in through the smooth Mondstadt breeze. You had been so distracted with the discovery in front of you, you hadn’t realized your boyfriend was staring directly at you. “When was the last time you slept?” He glanced back down at the discovery, still listening, but if you didn’t speak soon he’d be lost in his world again.

“A day or two, but-” Albedo probably got whiplash from how hard he’d snapped his head to face you, but now he was staring at you with features reading nothing but shock, cerulean eyes blown wide.

“I think your bad sleeping schedule is contagious.” You joked, trying to make the situation lighter-hearted. He didn’t laugh.

Albedo was more serious this time, proving it when he faced you completely. “What’s been going on?” His voice was soft, but he was extremely worried.

Nervousness built up in his lover's body. “Nothing! I just-” You sighed. Might as well tell him the truth, he’d coerce the answer from you no matter what it took. “It’s been harder to sleep after my injury from that ruin guard. When it hit me, I banged my head against the concrete, and ever since I guess it’s been hard to sleep.”

“You could've told me sooner. I would have stopped everything and anything for you.” Yes, that was true, that was the problem though. You didn’t want to be coddled like a baby

“I know, I’m not sure why I didn’t... Naturally, I don’t want to worry you.”

He moved closer to you so he could cradle your face in his hands. “You can always tell me anything you know that.”

“I understand that. You’re a busy man so-”

“From this moment on, my work will be dedicated to finding a cure for you.”

You panicked, not wanting to stop his work for the likes of what you were dealing with. “What? Wait no-”

“You can’t stop me, darling. You take precedence over everything.”

Albedo made it his goal to do whatever possible to help you. Whether it be spending days in his lab making concoctions in hopes of creating something that could safely aid you with sleep. Or he’s in the libraries, reading all the books on the wellness and health of humans. He’s already on top of it the minute you expressed your concerns. In the meantime, he’s going to make sure he goes to bed with you much earlier, and won’t go until you do, to ensure you’re resting.

We love sweet caretaker Albedo.

(I understand insomnia can have other causes, not just a mental or nervous breakdown, but it’s kind of implied when reader hurt her head that she’s not well.)

Childe

Childe is simply not going to know your not well, he just won’t, it’s not that he doesn’t care, it’s more so the fact that he has a hard time paying attention to anything other than his missions and duties, he does not want to slow down

you have to show signs or tell him to realize

he decided to take a break though, seeing as he did promise you dinner tonight. he told you it would be his treat, since he did have a bunch of Mora lying around that he simply had no other use for

he figured a nice dinner and trip to one of the nicer cities with more to offer would be nice, he would buy you anything you desired

it was nearing the time for dinner though, and the reservations had already been made, so when he was left waiting, let's just say he was irked...

if you didn’t want to show up, you would’ve told him, so maybe you forgot? he concluded that couldn’t be it

the last time he’d brought it up, two days ago, you had been so excited you couldn’t sit still nor stop talking about it

asking a few people around town if you had been spotted anywhere, some said you had wandered off to Luhua Pool, something about there being a myth about special healing properties within the water

now he was even more confused

one, you NEVER went to Luhua Pool, there was never a need to do so

two, special healing properties? why would you need that? were you hurt in his absence?

you were his family, and he loved his family more than anything, so if something was wrong, he’d do whatever it took to help you

he traveled from Snezhnaya to Luhua Pool in record speed

he did find you eventually, the sun was setting, but thanks to the glowing water he could make your form out easily

you were hunched over, in what looked like to be some simple greenish cloth dress, he couldn’t see what you were doing, and called out your name

no answer

“Hey, what’re you doing here?” The orange-haired teen asked, crouching down beside his lover to see what was wrong.

“Cleaning.” You had said. That’s when his dull blue eyes traveled to what you were doing, watching with a confused stare as you scrubbed at what seemed to be clean hands.

“Hmm, I see...” He couldn’t tell if this was a prank or not, you usually played along with his teasing nature. “Are you ready for dinner?”

“Was that really today?” Your head lifted, leaving your hands to momentarily hanging in the air, water droplets dripping off into the pool.

Okay... so you did forget it seemed, which did shock him seeing as though you were over the moon, less than seventy-two hours ago.

“Uh, yeah, did you really forget? That’s unlike you! I’ve learned women don’t forget anything.” He teased, hand going to his chin. You hummed, turning back to do whatever it was you had been previously.

The harbinger frowned. “Do you still want to go? We can make it if we’re fast.” You sounded like a robot, much like a ruin guard, he concluded.

“I’m sorry, not today, I’m dirty...”

Childe couldn’t help but chuckle, “Dirty? Sweetheart, you’re cleaner than most people I’ve seen, what’re you on about-”

“The blood, it’s stained my hands, can’t you see?” Even after holding your hands to show him, he saw nothing resembling blood.

“Are you playing games with me? Sure, it would’ve been funny any other day, not today though-”

“You don’t believe me?” You sounded hurt, but whatever was going on, he wouldn’t feed into these... false hallucinations. “The townspeople said the same thing, they called me crazy...” You scrubbed even harder at your hands, letting out a frustrated huff.

“I don’t see anything, I’m really sorry,” He said gently, reaching into the water to grasp your warm hands in his, “But if you continue to do that...I will see the blood.”

Childe was not sure what was going on, maybe some sort of PTSD? Although, he wasn’t sure where it could’ve come from... you’re not a harbinger or fatui, or anyone that is engaged in battle, etc. so it didn’t make sense. Unless something happened that decided to resurface now.

He immediately took you home, hand in his to keep you from further scratching your hands. On the journey, you often asked, “Why are you even touching me? There’s a lot of blood.”

He didn’t want to have to feed into whatever was going on, worried he’d damage you somehow, and he didn’t want to make you sound crazy, so instead he said, “Because I love you.”

When you both arrived home, he’d immediately laid you in bed, saying you appeared tired before going to search for a doctor.

Child will see every and all doctors in Teyvat and will pay whatever amount necessary to figure out what’s wrong, that’s for sure. Doesn’t take orders from the harbingers (not like he was anyways) and opts to stay close to you at all times.

He decided to keep his teasing to a minimum, though he found that sometimes things slipped out accidentally, he’d do anything in his power to help you.

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londonalozzy · 3 years

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Stop Pretending (TFATWS)

Fandom: Marvel

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst

Summary: The reader thinks she's doing a stellar job of keeping her feelings for a certain soldier buried deep inside. Turns out, all it takes is an observant new friend to begin the unraveling of her most precious secret (Spoilers for TFATWS)

Masterlist

Word: Pretence

Definition: A way of acting that is intended to deceive people.

Example: Saying that he's just a friend when he's really the love of your life.

Your POV

Being caught in the midst of war is something that I, (Y/N) (Y/L/N) know all too well. As a war vet, former shield agent, and now Avenger I'm used to being centered amongst conflict. When the fight begins within me though, a battle between what I want and what I think is right, how will I react? Will I listen to my heart, my head, or will the winner be chosen for me?

Delacroix, Louisiana.....

I love my sleep, always have, always will. It's not necessarily the comfort of the bed, the quiet or even the rest. It's the fact that I'm at peace when I sleep. My life has a tendency to fall apart when I'm awake, so anything that will put that off for as long as possible I savor.

I wish it were the same for a certain super soldier in my life. I look forward to going to bed, everything calms down then, and for most people it's the same. For Bucky however, it's when everything starts, the nightmares, the terrors, the seemingly unending darkness. If only I could take his pain away like he has with mine.

For the last few weeks, my life had, for want of a better word, been hectic. Hectic to say the least.

After the eventual defeat of Thanos and the loses we endured as a result, I thought naively that life might calm down a bit, that I'd have time to breathe, to live. How wrong I was.

It all began with John Walker being announced to the world as the new Captain America.

I was baking cookies with Morgan in the Stark family kitchen when it came over the radio. As that latest turn of events sunk in, my first thoughts were of Bucky, what that would do to him. Not even an hour later I had said my goodbyes and was on my way to help him get the shield back.

Since then even more had happened. We'd regrouped with Sam, busted Zemo out of prison which in turn ruffled the feathers of Ayo and the Dora Milaje. We came face to face with Morgenthou and the Flag Smashers, and finally witnessed the man who thought he could even compete with Steve, make himself judge, jury and most significantly executioner.

After that went around the world we knew we had to end it sooner rather than later. It couldn't get much worse than Captain America becoming a murderer. We got the shield back, which was a fight all in itself. Handed Zemo over to Ayo, to try and recompense for the distrust we'd instilled in the people who'd helped us so much. Then we travelled to stay with Sam and his family in Louisiana whilst we waited for Karli's next move.

This is where we found ourselves now, in the eye of it, the calm before the storm.

Waking up in the Wilson households guest room, I was greeted to the golden hue of the rising sun penetrating through the single glaze windows, and the melodic sounds of gulls on the hunt for their morning meal down by the docks.

Actually, no that's not right. What I could hear was most certainly not birds, and it was definitely not melodic. What were those boys doing?

Quickly and quietly I threw on the first clothes I could get my hands on and made my way downstairs towards the noise. What caught my attention when I discovered the source, was not the two youngest Wilson boys playing with our newly reacquired shield in the living room, but the super solider who was blissfully ignorant to it all, sleeping peacefully on the couch in front of them. I don't think I'd ever been so happy.

"Right you two, if you're determined to play Avengers all morning then I suggest you re-assemble in the back yard. You're gonna wake Bucky up," I whispered out in one breath, stepping between the boys, then placing my hands on their backs and tip toeing them towards the door.

"So what if we wake him up? It's gone 10am," Cass questioned in protest, pulling on his sneakers and jacket.

"Exactly! Which is why if you do as I say, I will make you the biggest plate of waffles for breakfast that you've ever seen."

The boys eyes lit up. "Can we have ice cream with it? Mum never lets us have ice cream for breakfast, and I'm sure there's a tub of Stark raving hazelnuts in the freezer," AJ clapped in muted excitement. "Oh, for God's sake.....Yes. You can have whatever you want if you get out of this house now and keep the noise down."

Once the boys were outside, I made my way over to the kitchen, stopping on the way to lean over my favourite senior citizen and make sure that he was still peaceful in his slumber. He'd never looked so relaxed, so at ease. It was a brand new Bucky I'd never seen before, a Bucky that had my heart pounding for him even more than it normally did. Not that he knew any of that.

Half an hour later and up to my elbows in waffle mix, I failed to notice my new friend and host Sarah making her way to my side at the counter, the huge smile on my face not going unnoticed. "What's got you grinning like the Cheshire cat, like I need to ask?"

"Bucky's sleeping. Isn't it amazing?" I spoke softly, bouncing up and down on my feet as I did so.

"And why is that?" She couldn't looked more confused if she tried.

"In all the years I've known him, I don't think I've ever woken up before he has. If his nightmares don't keep him awake all night, they normally have him up before the crack of dawn. I don't think I've ever seen him so still."

"Good answer," Sarah nodded in a hush, understanding why this meant so much to me, but not done yet with her morning interrogations, "Now on to my next question......"

"I'm already not liking the sound of this."

"Sleeping Beauty over there follows you around like a little puppy dog. He hangs on your every word, looks at you like you hung the stars or something. It's pretty obvious how crazy he is about you, so when are you gonna stop pretending that you're not head over heels in love with him?"

"I don't know what you're talking about Wilson," I smiled forcefully, making out like the waffle maker deserved my attention way more than the conversation I was being made to have.

This was all Sam's doing, without a shadow of a doubt. He'd tried to have this conversation with me on multiple occasions and I shut him down every time. He obviously hadn't given up like I thought he did, and decided to draft in his sister. He is seriously gonna regret it when I find him.

"Sure you know what I'm talking about. Sam sees it, I don't even know you that well and I see it. The only reason Bucky doesn't, is because he doesn't believe he could ever be that lucky. You're a smitten kitten." These Wilson's are all as annoying as each other.

Knowing I wasn't getting out of this one, I grabbed Sarah by the arm and pulled her right into the corner of the room, trying my best to keep this convo as private as possible. "Look, I'm not pretending.....I'm ignoring. There's a difference."

"Care to explain what that difference is?" Sarah spoke softly, but with a sarcastic air.

Turning to look over my shoulder at the subject of our conversation, making sure he was still safely in the land of nod, I decided to just be honest. Sarah was much like her brother. Once she wanted to get to the bottom of something she wasn't about to give up.

"I love Bucky, more than I've ever loved anyone...and that terrifies me," the rawness of finally being honest making my voice shake, and tears come to my eyes. "Nat was like my sister, and she's dead. Tony was the closest I've ever gotten to having a Dad...and he's dead too. Then there's Steve, Vision, God knows where Wanda is....Everyone I love, either leaves or dies. If I admit my feelings for Buck then I face the risk of losing him too."

"Do you have any idea how crazy you sound right now? He's not going to die because you love him (Y/N)."

Silent tears were falling now. I was revealing my deepest fears to a woman I'd only known a few days, and I'm not underplaying it when I say it was like a colossal weight off my chest, a release I didn't know I needed. "Believe me...I know, but I can't take that risk. I can't lose anyone else, especially not him."

"Let's just say for a second that you're right, that there is some higher power somewhere, set on destroying everyone you love. Do you really think ignoring your feelings is going to make them disappear?" I didn't know what to say to that. "Natasha and Stark died so that everyone could continue living, and (Y/N) you're not living as long as you keep this to yourself. They wouldn't want that for you."

"But what if I lose him?" I whispered with a choked sigh.

"Then at least he'll die knowing how you felt about him. After everything he's been through don't you think he deserves to know there's someone out there who loves him like you do?"

"Of course..."

Sarah's lips pulled upwards in a satisfied smirk, wrapping her arm around my shoulder and giving it a comforting squeeze, "then you owe it to yourself, and to him, to tell him the truth."

"Why do all you Wilson's have to be so clever?" I voiced in mock irritation, pushing her away from me and acting like I was annoyed she had gotten one up on me.

"I don't know," she thought aloud and with a cheeky grin, grabbing a plate to start piling on the long forgotten waffles, "I think it might be the sea air or something."

"Nah, it's in the genes," I chuckled quietly, grabbing my jacket and deciding it was time to get this conversation wrapped up. "I'll go find Sam and the boys for breakfast. Clear my head a little bit."

"You promise you're gonna tell him?" Sarah stopped me as I went to push the door open.

"I'll think about it."

3rd person POV

Once (Y/N) was out of ear shot, Sarah couldn't help but start jumping up and down in excitement, clapping her hands loudly as she did so. That went even better than she thought it would, and she was so proud of herself. Sarah Wilson could now add matchmaker to her resume.

"Coast is clear Barnes. You can open your eyes now."

(Y/N) had no idea what she had metaphorically walked into just minutes earlier, entering that very revealing conversation with her overly inquisitive host.

What drew Sarah to come down that morning was the sounds of both the front porch door opening and the smell of homemade waffles wafting up the stairs. As she entered the kitchen she was met with two sights. One being (Y/N), facing the counter and looking very smiley, the other being a wide awake super soldier who was just laying on the couch and staring at her, the sole object of his affection. Sarah could work with this.

Every time (Y/N) turned back in his direction, Bucky would close his eyes and pretend to be asleep again. He had never slept so soundly, so peacefully, thoughts of (Y/N) and his new friends filling his nightmare free dreams.

He'd initially woken to (Y/N) ushering the boys outside because she was afraid they would wake him up. He didn't want to disappoint her by proving her right. Besides, he liked just watching her move around the kitchen, completely unaware he was observing her the whole time. He had no idea about the conversation that was just about to happen.

After (Y/N) had left and Sarah had confirmed so, Bucky sat himself up, his body shaking with adrenaline and a look of complete shock fixed on his face. Had he definitely woken up, or had the whole thing been a part of his dream? Did (Y/N) seriously just admit that she was in love with him?

Bucky didn't know how to react, didn't know what to say as he looked up at a smug Sarah from his spot. All he'd ever wanted was for (Y/N) to feel the same way about him as he did about her. Now he knew that she did.

"You're welcome by the way."

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woman-respecter · 2 years

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do u have any tips for making job stuff bearable?

crabsolutely! disclaimer this is coming from a cs/stats major so your mileage may vary. another disclaimer I’m 22 and have mostly just done internships so take it with a grain of salt. this is also for white collar because when i wasn't working an office job i almost got fired for getting in fights with my boss

Applying

experience rejection. this is obvious and it sucks but know you will be rejected like 97% of the time before you get to the interview stage. it isnt personal, think of it like a gacha. for my 2021 internship i applied to nearly 100 places, got 3 interviews, 2 of which resulted in offers.

do a little bit of job searching every day instead of doing it all at once. turn on notifications on linkedin with filters for the type of job you are looking for

fuckkkk cover letters. only do a cover letter if you really want a job and/or think you have a good shot. imo the time it takes to write a cover letter is not worth it, you're better off filling out more applications with that time. also they are psychological torture.

Speaking of things that are more worth your time than cover letters, tailor your resume to jobs. It will drive you crazy if you do it every time so only do it for select jobs

If a recruiter contacts you GO FOR THAT JOB. see if they can put in a referral for you or give your resume priority. This will significantly boost your chances of getting an interview

BIG ONE: if you're a woman or minority look for programs or job listings targeted for that group. these often have less applications so your chances are better. often times these will also be more accommodating for your diverse needs. my first big internship was through a company's autism spectrum program and it was great.

Apply for unpaid, even if you don't want to do them. Use them for valuable interview practice.

Interviewing (this is what I’m really good at)

Make a list of talking points you want to hit in the interview, and look for opportunities to get them in. This will help give you structure

Start learning the common interview questions for your field. prepare answers for them.

RESEARCH THE COMPANY. know what they do. the most common question is “why do you want to work for x”

Smile and be enthusiastic. This sounds dumb but it helps with making a positive impression

Prepare questions for your interviewer, it shows interest and will help you know if the job is a good fit for you

Calm yourself down in whatever way is most effective for you. Remember this isn’t life or death

Plan for a little treat after your interview. It is surprising how much this helps get you through it

Working the actual job

1. Get on good terms with your boss. I learned this the hard way. fake interest in his affinity for hiking or whatever

2. Keep expectations low. Say you’ll get something done in a much longer time than it would take (but not so long they think you are an idiot). If you have a ton of time, discreetly goof off before you turn your task in so the expectations don’t get too high. Don’t follow this task if you want to move up quickly but its great for internships. This is my work-life balance.

3. Befriend your coworkers, especially the more experienced ones. They will have valuable advice

4. If you start getting really sick of the job, immediately start looking for another one. This may suck if you arent, like me, addicted to linkedin but its better than a job sucking your soul out

5. Get over your fear of emails whats the deal with people being afraid of emails here

6. Keep a goal in mind at all times, weather it be just doing well at what you are doing, getting a promotion, or going to another company. Keep in mind that you are gaining relevant experience

7. keep your resume updated for when opportunities arise so you don’t have to feel stressed about it later

Hope this helps and sorry it took so long I forgor that i saved it as a draft haha

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vendettaparker · 3 years

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Dancing With Your Ghost [P.P]

Summary: Every night you’re visited by a ghost from the past.

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Word Count: 1k

Warnings: ANGST TO THE MAX, smoking, alcohol, swearing

a/n: this is probably the most depressing thing i’ve written. it’s just all sad, no happy ending, no fluff, sorry! :/ loosely based off the song “Dancing with your Ghost” by Sasha Sloan, which was like my fav song for a whole ass month. it’s a really good song, highly recommend :)

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11:47. Fuck. You’re going to be late. You waved down the bartender and held up two fingers, signaling for two more beers. It’s fine, you could surely be late just this once. He’d forgive you, right? He always did. You finished the last few sips of your previous beer just as the bartender came to you with two more clutched in his hands. You dropped a $50 in front of him and started leisurely sipping your next beer, slowly feeling your sense of reality fade away.

Another half hour and you’d finished both beers. Stumbling slightly, you got up and started your trek back to your dingy Queens apartment. You only lived a few blocks from the bar so you made in home what seemed like record time, but who could really tell when you were two shots away from blacking out. The smell of weed, smoke, and old books filled your nose when you entered your apartment. The old book smell had always been a part of you. You were supposed to be an english major, in fact, this would have been your second year of your bachelors. What a fucking waste. Guess whatever talent you had in english didn’t do you any good. The weed and smoke were new scents that always seemed to follow you. After the incident you couldn’t just talk about your feelings like everyone else had. That didn’t nearly calm the throbbing in your chest or the screaming in your head. You needed something more. Something to make the world go quiet.

You walked around piles of laundry and old take out containers to make your way to your room, no doubt where the smell was the strongest. You walked into the room and closed the door behind you, pushing a towel in the crack between the door and the floor to prevent any draft from getting in. You then went to your window and locked it, doing the same with smaller dish rags. No drafts. That’s the only way to know that it’s real. That he’s really there.

You scrambled around the room a bit more in your drunken haze and found the disk for your old favorite song. His favorite song too. You put it in the CD player and let the album play a few songs while you searched in the mess of books and dust for a pack of cigarettes. You found a half empty pack just as the song you were waiting for started to play. The soft jazz melody floated through the air and you lit a cigarette, breathing it in slowly, feeling your nerves slightly calm. Talking to him always made you nervous, even when you both could practically feel the love you had for one another, he still made your stomach do somersaults.

Just as the first line of the song was echoing through the room, you felt it. The light breeze encompassing your body. He was here.

You sat on the bed and waited for him to give you a sign again. It only took a few moments for a slight dip in your bed to appear beside you. Any other person would’ve never even noticed the change, but not you, you were too attentive, too desperate to believe he was there. The temperature in the room had dropped significantly and you held your knees to your chest to preserve body heat, all while looking at the little dip in the comforter.

“Peter,” you sighed, smiling softly at the empty space where he would be. “Sorry, I know I’m late.”

Your words into the void were only met with silence, they always were though. You sniffled and took another drag from your cigarette. “Just been real hard, y’know? I can’t seem to sleep without a drink or two. I just don’t like how loud everything is.” You shrugged, once again only met with silence. The dip in the bed remained, not wavering in the slightest.

You sighed, once again feeling defeated not being able to hear his voice or words of encouragement. “You never let me say goodbye y’know.” You said, casually. “I came to the hospital three times that week. Stayed for over four hours each time. I didn’t—I didn’t know you had already left. Nobody told me jack shit.” Tears of frustration and anguish welled up in your eyes. Still, you were only met with silence. The song that sifted through the room had stopped and the album continued on.

“I know I shouldn’t say this, but, why’d you do it? Huh? Why couldn’t you have just saved yourself? Just this once.” You sniffled. “I know, it’s selfish to say that. But I just—” you huffed out a short sob, “love is a selfish thing, I suppose. Cus’ you know I’d do anything to have you back. Anything.”

You wallowed in the silence for the next couple of minutes, taking a drag of your cigarette here and there.

“I think I’m going insane.” You finally said. “I mean, I’m talking to myself, thinking that you’re really here listening.” You wiped your tired eyes and looked at the dip in the bed more intently. “But you are here, aren’t you? You’d never disappoint me by not showing up, right?”

You shifted around on the bed, finally settling on laying on your back, head turned to continue to stare at the dip.

“Even if I am crazy and I’m talking to myself right now, can you blame me? I was finally happy and it only lasted a few months. Of course I’d be off the rails by now.” You stated, trying to think logically if all these ‘encounters’ with Peter had only been in your head.

“Doesn’t matter anyways. It’s better tricking myself into believing you’re here than knowing you’re not.” Your eyes started to droop no matter how desperately you wanted to keep them opened to continue your conversation.

“Peter, I’m so tired.” You sighed, closing your eyes, sticky with tears. “If I go to sleep, promise you’ll visit again?”

Your mind started falling, slowly plummeting into a deep state of unconsciousness. You hummed out more unintelligible nonsense in a feeble attempt to stay awake. Just before the lights in your mind went completely out, you heard a soft, barely there voice come for the dip in the bed,

“Promise.”

#peter parker #peter parker fic #peter parker x reader #peter parker angst #spiderman x reader #spiderman angst #peter parker fanfiction #spiderman x y/n #spiderman fandom #peter parker imagine #spiderman fic #peter parker smut #tom holland spiderman #tom holland peter parker

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ravensbug · 3 years

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Cuddles

Fandom: The Legend of Korra

Ship: Kuvira x reader

Request: No

Prompt: “Can you please just hold me?”

Summary: You finally decide to come out to your parents. It doesn’t go exactly like you’d hope, but Kuvira is there to comfort you.

a/n: This is my first oneshot or any fanfiction on here. I have stories that are in the works but they’re drafts right now. Might post them eventually.

Your family had always been accepting, to a point. They let you express your different views and go through the phases of your life because that’s what they thought they were, phases.

When you had told your parents you liked girls you expected a different reaction. You expected your parents to be approving as they had always been. But they shrugged their shoulders like it didn’t mean anything to them.

This hurt you. You weren’t sure if it was because they didn’t seem to care or that they didn’t seem to approve.

You had been planning to tell them for weeks now. The courage you had dwindled the day of and almost disappeared when you told them: “I have something to tell you.”

If it were up to you, you probably would have never told them. But your stubborn best friend, Kuvira, had gotten you to do it. You weren’t going to be mad at her because it hadn’t gone well, she was your support. Frankly, she was your lifeline. You had friends come and go as you grew, but when Kuvira came into your life she never left.

A few nights in the weeks before you told your parents you had stayed up, way too late now that you think about it, thinking about her. It happened more often the more you two talked about telling your parents. You did wonder in those late nights on whether or not you could have more with her. But you always shut that down. She was your friend, if you tried to become more then it would be awkward. The friendship would be ruined. Right?

You had no reason to stay up late tonight. You had told your parents and it had gone well enough. But you couldn’t sleep. You felt something missing that left you cold, even with the layers of blankets protecting you from the cold air surrounding the house.

A knock on your window startled you from the familiar thought that started to consume your mind. At first you froze. You thought that maybe some kids climbed the wrong roof and didn’t realize it. But when the knock came again, a little softer, you knew you had to see who it was.

You ventured out of your blanket burrito, still keeping the last one around your shoulders. When you moved your curtains and rolled up your blinds you were quite shocked by who was waiting outside your window. It was Kuvira.

You panicked and attempted to open the window quickly. It was cold outside and she wasn’t wearing any layers on top of her clothes. You saw her smile and heard a muffled laugh as you failed to open your window.

You twisted the latch using your metal bending, feeling stupid for not doing that in the first place. Pulling the window up let the cold winter air into your room, ruining the warmth that it had. Kuvira climbed into your room and brushed the snow off of her shoulders and hair while she waited for you to close the window.

“Spirits Vira, you’re going to get a cold if you stay outside like that,” you scolded her.

“It’s fine. I don’t get that cold,” She told you. You raised an eyebrow because you could see she was still shivering from being outside.

“Why were you at my window, at 1 am no less?” You walked back to your pile of blankets, but only left the one on.

“I wanted to see how it went with your parents. I hope you didn’t chicken out, Su’s going to kill me when she learns I snuck out again,” she laughed a little. You knew she didn’t care about Su scolding her, that it was a normal thing to happen to her.

Since Kuvira had told you about Su constantly scolding her, and then seeing it for yourself, you felt sorry for Kuvira. She told you not to be, that she was in a better situation with Su than she was if she would still be with her parents.

“I’m not a chicken!” you hit her arm playfully. She raised her eyebrow as if to say ‘really?’.

“I told them ok. They know,” you told her. You didn’t say their reaction, because thinking about it brought up bad thoughts that you didn’t like.

“What did they say?” Kuvira asked you. Of course she wanted to know. At this point neither of you kept many secrets from each other. Both of you had a few that were still too personal to tell.

For Kuvira it was what had gotten her here in the first place. She only told you that her parents had left her here. Not that she had almost killed her mom.

For you, it was getting your brother kicked out of the house. It was significantly less impactful, but you still felt horrible about it. Even if he was horrible and toxic, you still loved him. That was your weakness, you always cared even after you got hurt.

“Y/N, what did they say?” You had spaced out. It was one of the things you did when you didn’t want to talk. Quite convenient in situations with people who didn’t know why you did that. Kuvira knows why you space out and it only worries her when you do it to her.

“They didn’t,” you looked down at your hands and the urge to cry began to overwhelm you. You had no reason to cry when your parents accepted you, at least you thought. Maybe you wanted to cry because the lingering thoughts were trying to take over, trying to remove whatever happiness you would get.

“They didn’t say anything?” Kuvira asked for clarification.

You shook your head. The thought brought the tears threatening to break you. You tried to slow your breath to keep the tears from falling.

“So do they not accept you?” You could hear the hint of anger in her voice.

“I don’t know,” you admitted. “They just shrugged at me like it didn’t matter. And I don’t know if that means they accept me or they just don’t care and think it’s a phase,” There was no stopping the tears that began to fall now. Saying it out loud made the possibility seem so much more real than just the thoughts in your head.

Maybe it was the tears or maybe it was the way you curled into yourself, trying to hide from everyone and everything, that made Kuvira forget all the anger that began to build up. She had never been good with emotions, except anger, but she would be damned if she didn’t try to make you feel better.

You realized what had happened when you felt her hand rubbing your back. You had a breakdown. It had been almost six years since you had one, because of your brother. Kuvira wasn’t the one who comforted you then, your parents did. And now the people who were always there for you were the ones, unbeknownst to them, that have made you break down.

“I’m here. You’re safe,” she remembers the words that Su used to comfort her when she had nightmares after coming to Zaofu. Her voice broke through your sobs and thoughts. It was calm, but a different way than usual. It wasn’t the calm before the storm that gave monotone answers to try and hide anger. This calm was new, it was soothing. It brought you back from the negative thoughts and grounded you.

You realize this is what you wanted. Not the break downs, you never wanted those. But someone who could be there for you just like you are for them. Someone, who may not have the same problems to deal with, but knows that being alone to deal with them isn’t ok.

These thoughts of how well you and Kuvira were for each other helped the sobs turn into sniffles and your tears to stop. A thankful smile appeared on your lips. Thankful that you were calm and safe.

Kuvira turned you so you were facing each other, sitting on your bed. She held your hands in hers to keep yourself from going back into a ball of sadness and tears. You had never felt so vulnerable with some outside of your family. You don’t think Kuvira has been this soft with anyone before.

You notice how her face is full of worry, especially her eyes. You’d never stare at them for too long when you two were next to each other, but now you could see her moss green eyes staring back at you. It was an intimate moment because there was only silence, outside of your occasional sniffle.

You don’t exactly remember moving in to hug her, but one second you’re apart and the next you’re holding on to her like your life depended on it. You two had hugged before, but it had always been as a goodbye, nothing more.

Your heart sank a little when Kuvira tensed up. She hadn’t expected you to do that, you weren’t surprised about that. But she remained tense for longer than normal. Like her brain was still processing what had happened.

When you stopped hugging her and looked back to her face there was a blush. Although no one else would have known that, but you did. This made your heart flutter.

“I’m sorry, I just-”

“No,” she stopped you from trying to find excuses. “Don’t be sorry. I was just surprised, that’s all.”

“Thank you for being here,” you smiled. “It’s been so long since my brother, and my parents were always the ones there for me,” you trailed on. It wasn’t one continuous thought, but the bits that you said helped Kuvira piece it together.

“I’m always here if you need me.” She takes your hands in hers again. This time it’s to make sure you understand she’s really there.

“I feel like crap now,” you sighed. You had a smile on your face as you fell back on your bed. Your head hurt and your eyelids were swollen from crying.

“Well you kind of cried a lot,” she explained. She moved to lay next to you, which made both of you feel better.

“You can talk to them about it tomorrow. I’m sure they didn’t want you to think they didn’t care,” Kuvira assured you. She was hoping that they did care, because if they didn’t then there would be something coming for them. Of course she couldn’t be sure because she never had good parental figures, whether it was Su or her real parents.

“It sounds a lot more believable coming from you,” you chuckled. It really did. The confirmation that maybe your parents weren’t trying to be mean made you feel a lot better.

“Y’know,” you sat up on the bed now, “Still don’t know why you decided to come at 1 am to ask me. I told them right after dinner and you could have come then.” Thinking about the whole situation up until now made you feel like a teenager again. Not that you were much of an adult. A lot of people didn’t think you were even if you could legally drink.

“Opal was bothering me and Jr. wasn’t really helping the situation. I decided to leave before I made a mess of things,” Kuvira came up with a lie on the spot. Could she have just told you she came to see you because she was lonely? Yes. But that was a whole other box of feelings she had yet to open. If it were up to her, she wouldn’t be the one to open it.

“At one in the morning?” You glared at her. “We both know Opal can barely stay up past eleven and Jr. stays in the workshop or in his room. No inbetween.” Now you were smirking. You had weeded out her lie and she didn’t know what to say.

The same blush came back more visibly this time. It took a second for you to process her reaction with the unknown answer of why she came to your room. You had a pretty good guess, but you didn’t want to push your luck.

“Just wanted to spend time away from the house?” you asked. It was generic, and definitely not the full reason you believed for her showing up.

“Yeah,” she sighed. Opal and Jr. being a bother wasn’t necessarily a lie, they were quite annoying throughout the day, when all Kuvira wanted was some peace and quiet in the dance studio.

“I’m guessing they were still being annoying?” Kuvira nodded. You weren’t surprised that Opal was being annoying as most teenagers are. But Jr. was a surprise.

“Why Jr.?” You asked. It was very confusing to you.

“He wanted to spend time with me all day for whatever reason.” Kuvira shrugged. “I think he likes me.”

That sentence made you freeze. It was weird, not only because she was his adopted sister, but also because he was showing his interest now.

“He didn’t say it of course. He’s too shy to do that,” she laughed a little. “But I shot him down. I told him I have someone else on my mind.” Again the blush.

You were painstakingly oblivious to the idea that it was you. You were that someone else that she liked. That you were on her mind more often than she was on yours.

Of course being oblivious didn’t make it any better when you asked who. She kept saying “You wouldn’t know them” or “I shouldn’t say”. You really felt like a teenager again.

“Come on, Vira. I can keep a secret,” you pouted. All your constant prodding never made her upset like everyone else would have. But that pout, she couldn’t resist it.

Kuvira sat up to face you again. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her rapid heartbeat. It didn’t help her at all.

You were looking at her again with a wide grin on your lips. You felt victorious, that you were going to know something special. To sum it up, you were cocky.

You sat waiting for her to tell you who it was, to see if any of the guesses you had were correct. When she didn’t say anything for almost a minute you started to wonder what she was doing. Wondering if she was nervous or scared. So you placed your hand on hers, a small gesture that felt so much bigger.

Kuvira thought about leaving, forgetting that she mentioned what she said to Jr., and acting like nothing happened tomorrow. She knew there would be no second chance to do this though. You were going to Ba Sing Se for university in the spring. This was her last chance. It had only taken her all of fall to gain the courage to think about this.

This time it was Kuvira who had suddenly moved, suddenly closed the distance between you two. You knew she was forward with practically everything, but you never expected this. It was your turn to be frozen. To let your brain catch up to what was happening.

Her lips were soft against yours. Like she was afraid to stop but afraid to go any farther. She was waiting for you to respond. When you didn’t she was the one who started to apologize and come up with excuses.

“Stop making excuses,” you smiled. It had taken some time for your brain to realize what had happened. Of course she had separated herself from you before you could react.

You pulled her back in for a kiss before she made any more objections or excuses.

It was soft like the last one, but it felt so much better now that you were kissing her back. It felt right, after all the thoughts you’d been having, it felt right.

When you two finally separated for air you leaned your forehead against hers. Everything felt so warm, you no longer needed to be in layers of blankets. Of course Kuvira would inevitably have to go back home, but that was later.

“I’m guessing I’m that someone else, huh?” you asked even though you knew the answer.

“I think the answer is obvious,” she smiled.

You moved closer to her to feel warmer, although being at the edge of the bed wasn’t good either. She let you snuggle into her, smiling at how you clinged to her. It warmed her heart at how cute you looked, but she knew she had to leave.

As if sensing this you looked up at her, that familiar pout on your face that she couldn’t resist.

“Can you please just hold me?” you asked. You weren’t sure if it was the mix of emotions or your genuine need for warmth, but all you wanted to do was stay there in her arms. Being in her arms meant you were safe.

“Of course,” she smiled. When she thought about the disappointed look on Su’s face, she realized it didn’t matter when she got it. Maybe staying for a little while wasn’t so bad.

#kuvira #kuvira/reader #kuvira x reader #kuvira legend of korra #first kiss #cuddles

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phis-corner · 4 years

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demon’s daughter

I decided to re-open the taglist for this fic because I am sometimes a pushover, so now you can either ask or comment to be on the fic’s taglist or the permanent taglist!

Additionally, I have no consistent update schedule. My first draft is written by hand- I always like to stay two chapters ahead, so I posted this chapter when I finished copying chapter 5 into a Google Doc and proofreading.

Also, fun fact: I hate chocolate. My senses just do not like it at all. I also have a very sensitive tongue and can taste the barest hint of spiciness in foods, which also means I have zero spice tolerance whatsoever. As a Chinese-American with family in Sichuan, this means I get force-fed a lot of extremely spicy foods anyway.

Masterlist Chapter 1 Chapter 2 [Chapter 3] Chapter 4

“Why are you letting them stay? He tried to kill Dick!” Timothy points at Damian, who glowers at him from across the cave as Alfred stitches Richard’s cuts.

Marinette sighs. “Akhi was not trying to murder Richard. If you paid more attention, you would notice that all of Richard’s wounds are carefully placed in non-lethal areas meant to slow him down instead of severely injuring him.”

Batman does not say a word. He hasn’t spoken since Richard called him to verify their claims.

“They were raised as assassins, Timmy. It’s normal that they’d feel threatened a lot, and act accordingly. They’re family now. Give them a chance.” Richard replies, and Marinette blinks. She did not expect to have Richard defend them so easily.

“Pardon me,” She pipes up. “But ‘they’ are currently present.”

“Right. Sorry.” Richard has the sense to look guilty. Timothy just glares.

Damian squeezes her hand three times, their signal for I would like to leave. Marinette sighs as she exits the Batcave. Being accepted into the family is… a work in progress.

.o0o.

Slade is put into Blackgate not long after with the information Ubu gave after being interrogated by the Bats. Damian and Marinette were not allowed to go.

Too young, Richard had said. They had interpreted that as You cannot be trusted to keep him alive. He did make the right call though. Damian would have tried extremely hard had he gotten the chance.

Of course, the League did dispose of him not long after anyway, but it was the thought that counted.

Damian and Marinette spent their days in the Manor sparring, reading, or practicing their instruments. Richard, who seemed determined to bond with them, bought them both new sketchbooks, for Damian’s drawings and Marinette’s designs. She had discovered an affinity for clothing design while undercover on a mission, and had been designing ever since.

Cass (she insisted that they call her that instead of Cassandra,) was always happy to spar when asked, and although nobody ever defeated her, it was a welcomed challenge to fight someone who knew your every move, sometimes even before you did. Damian grudgingly admits she is a worthy sister, which makes Marinette smile and Cass beam.

Jason had his own home and only visited every once in a while, and Timothy was rarely seen. It didn’t help that Damian continued to make snarky comments whenever they did see him, but if Timothy was scarce, Father was practically nonexistent.

Since they came to the Manor, their father has said a total of two words to the both of them, and that was just their names when he exited his study as they passed by.

Marinette is determined to make her new family work, and so when she finds Timothy completely by accident, typing away on a laptop in one of the less-used rooms in the Manor, she takes a chance.

“You do know we are not trying to replace you, right?” She asks softly, sitting down in an armchair and deliberately not making eye contact with him.

Timothy snorts. “But is that not what you’re doing? Bruce chose to take in everyone else. I had to blackmail him into letting me be Robin. And then the biological kids show up, born and raised like fucking royalty, so who would care about Tim Drake? The little kid whose parents didn’t even want him and his neighbor only adopted him because he knew his most well-kept secret.”

“We have more in common than you think.” Marinette says quietly.

“Yeah, right.” Timothy laughs bitterly. “The Princess of the League-”

“I wasn’t.” Marinette interrupts.

“Huh? But-”

“I wasn’t the Princess.” Marinette keeps her voice calm with considerable effort. “As soon as I was born, Ra’s gave me over to Lady Shiva. He declared me unworthy because I was a girl, and I was raised as the lowest-ranked assassin. I may have been Shiva’s protege, but that just meant she went even harder on me. I did not know even my last name until after my first death when I was five. I did not properly meet my brother until last year. Ra’s decided that I could be acknowledged, but maintained his stance on feminine inferiority.”

She chuckles hollowly. “You fear being replaced by your father figure’s biological children, Timothy. But your fear is unwarranted. Bruce Wayne chose to adopt you, because he is a good man with copious amounts of generosity. However, it evidently does not extend to his biological children. Talia dumped us at Batman’s feet and left without another word, without looking back. And Father? We may have been a complete surprise, but he has said two words in total to us since that first night- our names. You need not worry, Timothy. You shall not be replaced.”

Marinette stands, her message conveyed, and pauses in the doorway of the room.

“Have a good afternoon, Timothy.”

The next day, Marinette and Damian watch on live television as their father is killed by Darkseid.

.o0o.

The funeral for Batman is somber. Everyone cries except for Marinette and Damian.

She thinks they should be crying, but Marinette simply didn’t know her father well enough to really mourn him. Damian squeezes her hand, and she squeezes back. The twins stand, faces carefully blank, shoulders straight and unmoving, like rocks in an ocean of tears.

Crime in Gotham runs rampant when they think Batman is gone, and so Richard becomes Batman out of necessity- and chooses her twin brother as his Robin.

Nobody else sees how it crushes Timothy, because Cass has left for Hong Kong, abandoning Batgirl and making her own identity as Black Bat. Jason is holed up in a safehouse somewhere, Richard and Damian are in their own little world as they prepare for their first patrol together, and Alfred needs time to mourn too.

So she finds herself knocking on the door to Timothy’s room, one hand holding a plate of sandwiches and a freshly brewed coffee because he hasn’t left his room since the funeral. Marinette quietly enters upon his muffled “Come in” and sets the plate down next to Timothy, whose eyes are red-rimmed and have even larger bags than normal, and yet he continues to work.

“I… noticed you have not come out to eat, so I brought some food and fresh coffee. Black.” She adds, after a moment of hesitation.

“Thanks.” Timothy mumbles, immediately going for the coffee. “Why are you doing this?”

Marinette shrugs. “Everyone else was caught up in their own situation and had issues to work through too. I am relatively unaffected by the circumstances and therefore my observation skills have not declined.” She says simply. “You should also eat. I will not stop you from drinking the coffee, but you cannot work on an empty stomach, either.”

He begrudgingly eats a sandwich, still typing away at his laptop all the while. Marinette notes the tension in his frame.

“Would you like to talk about it? I have read that venting is significantly better for one’s mental health than keeping it bottled up.” She offers.

Timothy suddenly slams the laptop shut, hard, but Marinette doesn’t flinch. The reaction was trained out of her a long time ago.

“It’s not- it’s- my entire life, I’ve been trying to prove myself. Robin was- Robin was special. I wasn’t the first Robin, but it was a reminder that I was worth something to someone, that I could do good and be useful. And then Bruce dies, Dick becomes Batman, and he just names Damian as his Robin like my opinion on the matter meant nothing, booting me out of the position, without any semblance of an explanation and-” He breaks off into sobs.

The sight of somebody crying makes Marinette more than a little awkward, because what is she doing? She doesn’t know how to comfort a crying person, but she does know that Timothy was touch-starved as a child. However, she isn’t the most touchy-feely person on the planet either, so she just settles for rubbing his back as he lets it all out.

Once he’s run out of tears, she silently hands him the tissue box she plucked from his desk.

“Timothy Jackson Drake-Wayne, you are not worthless.” Marinette says sternly. “Nobody is worthless, and you are far from being anywhere near so. You are the cleverest and most intelligent of us all, a capable, quick-thinking strategist, and you have detective skills that rivaled Father’s. I believe Richard chose Damian as Robin because Robin is always supposed to be Batman’s sidekick. He is always taken under Batman’s wing because there are things he hasn’t learned, that Batman can teach him. Richard sees you as an equal, and therefore cannot keep you as his Robin because you have graduated the mantle. It is time you created a new identity and moved on. Do you have anything in mind?”

Timothy sniffs once. “Thank you. I really needed that. And as for the ideas,” He reaches over and pulls out a sketchbook, a smile spreading across his face. “I’ve got a few.”

.o0o.

They brainstorm ideas for almost three hours before Timothy falls asleep. Marinette easily carries his light frame to his bed and drapes a blanket over his shoulders before quietly exiting his room.

Thankfully, she managed to convince Timothy that the cowl was a terrible idea. Marinette returns to her own room for her sketchbook. Batman and Robin will have each other’s backs. But Red Hood works alone, leaving Red Robin with nobody to watch his back.

Timothy is Marinette’s brother too, and everyone else is headed into the field anyway. She, like Damian, also had the phrase ‘justice, not vengeance’ drilled into her head, and Richard had made sure to remind them daily to aim for non-lethal spots. Not that she planned on taking a life ever again anyway.

Marinette flips open her sketchbook to a bookmarked page and smiles. It seems that Starling would be making an appearance very soon.

.o0o.

It is almost time for Richard and Damian’s first patrol as Batman and Robin. Marinette heads downstairs to wish them well, but freezes at the sight of her twin in Timothy’s old suit.

“This is unacceptable!” She screeches, hurrying forward and looking pleadingly at Richard. “You cannot let akhi out into Gotham looking like a traffic light!”

Richard frowns, as does Damian. “But you never had a problem with Tim wearing it.”

“Tt. Timothy had little to no prior experience in combat before being trained as Robin. Damian has been trained to utilize the shadows in combat since birth. Wearing those bright colors will make him stand out and put him at a disadvantage.” Marinette tuts, already scribbling out a new design in her sketchbook.

“Then what do you suggest, ukhti?” Damian asks.

“I have a design in mind. The colors will stay, but the yellow and green will have to be significantly darker, and the red should be dulled as well. Sadly, you will have to wear that monstrosity tonight, but I can have the suit finished in time for patrol tomorrow, as will mine and Timothy’s new suits.” She replies, not glancing up from her book.

“What do you mean, Marinette?” Richard questions, and Marinette feels a tiny twinge of annoyance at how he handled telling Timothy about Robin.

“I mean that Timothy and I have crafted new identities as well. You did not expect him to just stop fighting crime, or for me to just sit at home while everyone else carried out Father’s mission, did you?”

Damian nods, a small smile pulling at his lips. “It will be nice to see you in the field too, ukhti.”

“What will your names be?” Richard prods curiously.

“I will not tell you just yet.” Marinette smirks. She shows her twin the finished design. “Does this look alright, akhi?”

“It looks wonderful, ukhti.” Damian replies. “Thank you.”

She sniffs. “Well, somebody had to fix the lack of fashion sense in this household eventually.”

.o0o.

Everyone else in the family may use capes, but Marinette decided that Richard’s Nightwing suit was by far the best because of its lack of one. Capes were long, heavy, a waste of fabric, and overall useless.

The Starling suit was primarily black, with a dark emerald mask covering the lower half of her face (because why carry a gas mask and rebreather when it can be built in?) with gloves and boots in the same color. A single silver star with curved sides was splayed on her chest, and a dark green utility belt rested on her waist. Her steel war fans had holsters strapped to her thighs.

All in all, the suit was built for the shadows. Marinette had learned to master slipping through the dark, unseen, and Gotham was the perfect place to utilize that. Starling would be nothing more than a ghost, a legend, if she had her way. After all, the less citizens knew, the less likely the information would hit the underworld, and that way, the vigilantes wouldn’t have all their cards out in the open.

Damian looks much better in his new suit as well, and Timothy is also grinning when he steps out of the male’s changing room. (A/N: the new 52 suit. I’m not letting him out of the Cave with that ugly cowl, or the traffic light costume with an extra R. Don’t even get me started on the Drake one.)

Richard, cowl still down, smiles as bright as the sun itself. “Good to see you, Robin. Tim, Marinette, can I ask your names?”

Timothy fastens his domino. “Red Robin.”

Marinette pulls her face mask up and curtsies with perfect posture. “Starling. I wish to work in the shadows, if that is alright.”

Richard puts on the cowl and becomes Batman. “You guys all look amazing.” He grins, and it is unsettling to see Batman smile. Oracle logs into the comms from the Clocktower.

“You all ready?”

They split the city in half. Red Robin and Starling take the North while Batman & Robin will cover the South.

Starling trails Red Robin from afar, leaping from building to building and only using her grappling hook when the distance is too great to close by foot. They stop four muggings and two attempted assaults, all without Starling being spotted. The criminals think they hit their head on the alley walls or each other instead of her fist from behind.

It’s almost three in the morning when Batman calls it quits and they return to the Cave, changing out of their suits and showering. They are somehow all unharmed, so Alfred sends them up to bed.

Damian and Marinette brush their teeth before climbing into bed and flipping off the lights.

“Tonight was actually quite enjoyable.” Marinette remarks. “It is a nice feeling, to know that you are helping people.”

Damian hums sleepily. “It is good to know that we are continuing Father’s legacy.”

Marinette smiles. “Yes, I suppose so.” She burrows deeper into her blankets. “Sleep well, akhi.”

“The same goes for you, ukhti.”

For once, Marinette doesn’t have a nightmare.

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I'm having a pretty hard time rn (my grandpa passed away two days ago and my best friend and me had a major fall out the day before) so.. could you maybe give me some fluff? I don't care who about, I just need something nice and sweet -

First of all, anon, I'm so sorry about your grandpa! I hope you're okay, if not feel free to message me!

Take this short, fluffy Jamilton which had been sitting in my drafts for months. Thanks for making me finish this!

a copier room for two

Jamilton, 973 words

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Jefferson grabs Alexander by the arm and tugs him down the hall. The office is long empty, the employees filed home hours previous. A rumble of thunder breaks the unpleasant silence, and Hamilton lets out a pathetic whimper, suppressing the overwhelming urge to curl up into a ball.

Jefferson is still pulling, less harsh and more caring with a focused expression plastered over his features. If he weren't so utterly caught in the net of fear, Alexander would've taken a moment to admire him.

They turn a corner, a left he notes and then a door is thrown open with urgency. Another loud clap of thunder and a strike of lightning has involuntary tears tracking down Hamilton's cheeks. A choked sob comes from one of them, and it takes Alexander a second to realise it was him. He's guided by a strong hand into the room, a printer room, how classy he thinks.

The door shuts and a light flickers on, suddenly the storm is nonexistent. Standing before him is a tired looking Thomas Jefferson. His usual arrogant smirk is replaced with a sad looking frown, his forehead wrinkles with the expression. He looks old. Well, not old. But older than he is. As far as Alexander knows, Jefferson is thirty-five, a full four years older than Hamilton, but he could easily pass for his mid-forties.

Jefferson opens his mouth to speak, and that familiar sultry drawl does not escape. The accent itself is the same, but his tone has changed dramatically. His voice is quieter, lighter. He sounds more friendly, approachable and in a way… shy? It's an emotion he wasn't aware the ignorant jerk possessed, but it was a breath of fresh air.

"This is the only soundproof room on this floor," Jefferson breathes, stepping away from the door, releasing the handle.

Alexander sighs. That's how he can no longer hear the crash of thunder. There aren't any windows either, so he's safe from seeing any of the storm too. Then he raises a questioning eyebrow. "How do you know that?"

He examines with intent as Jefferson's face lights up red, all the way up to his ears. The blush isn't as noticeable as it would be, and he susses the man must be grateful for his darker skin hiding his fluster. "Unimportant," he mutters and turns back to the door. "Would you like me to leave?"

Alexander blinks a few times. Despite being unable to see or hear the storm, he knows it's out there. And he really doesn't want to be alone. "Stay? Just until it's gone?" He musters the willpower to ask for help, and it doesn't feel good. Not until Jefferson lets go of the handle again and nods, his hands dropping to his sides like he doesn't know what to do with them.

With a moment of silence washing over them, Alexander sinks to the floor, tugging his knees up to his chest. The tears haven't ceased in their tirade of running down his face, and he sniffs as he realises this fact. His - admittedly hot - political rival has seen him at his lowest point. Great.

He doesn't notice Jefferson sitting down next to him until a thumb graces just below his eye and wipes a bitter tear away. He flinches and the hand is gone. He looks over, Jefferson automatically glances away. This is a side he's never seen of the man. This shy, bashful, quiet man is such a difference to the cocky piece of shit Alexander knows.

They sit in silence for a minute longer, enjoying the feeling of not arguing. Alexander has calmed down significantly when Jefferson speaks.

"When I have panic attacks I come in here." He says with a simple shrug, but his eyes shine with fear and regret as soon as the words pass his lips.

"What?" Alexander asks, exasperated. He takes big gasping breaths.

"You asked me how I know this room is soundproof," Thomas (when did Jefferson become Thomas?) reminds him. "Well, I come in here when I'm having a panic attack, or I need to cry or whatever." The man looks away, averting his eyes from a confused Alexander.

"What? When you need to…?" Alexander's voice wavers with the effort to hold himself together, for his and Thomas' sake.

Thomas catches his bottom lip between his teeth, rolls it back and forth as he considers his words. "Cry, or I'm panicking. Usually twice a week at least."

"When was the last time-?" Alexander asks, throat thick. It feels as though he's the cause of this.

"Yesterday-" Thomas announces, "you called me a pathetic disgrace to the earth," he adds, glancing off. The storm may have stopped by now, and yet neither dare move.

Alexander caught his bottom lip between his teeth, rolled it back and forth nervously before letting it go. "I'm- sorry about that. You're… you're not that bad actually."

Thomas scoffs. "No, Hamilton. I am that bad."

Shaking his head, Alexander cuts in. "You're not. You wouldn't have helped me if you were."

Thomas snorts out a soft laugh and drops his head to Alex's shoulder absent-mindedly, not thinking about his actions. "You're not so bad yourself, Hamilton."

"Alexander," he corrects, threading his fingers through Thomas' curls. They spring - much to Alex's delight - to the touch. Not only that, but Thomas makes no objections, merely leans closer to Alexander.

"You're not so bad, Alexander," he repeats, name changed to fit better. It brings a gentle smile to Alex's face, and in this moment he's completely forgotten where they are. In his mind, they're no longer huddled in a cramped printer room, there is no storm outside and Thomas hasn't just opened up about his anxiety to him. No, it's just him and Thomas in their own little world together.

And it's perfect for now.

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Poison

The development of a new poison involves certain risks...

Finally a new Scriddler story for all of you. Angst included :3 I hope you will like it. Have fun!

Thanks as always, @shin-arei.

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White mist poured from his slightly open mouth, floating like a small cloud up to the crumbling ceiling above him. An icy gust of wind penetrated the leaky window of the study and carried the thin smoke away, spreading the restless spirit of a brilliant psychiatrist into the dark depths of the old house. Jonathan stared vehemently at the paper on his old desk, after a while he put his bony fingers on his tense forehead. He gently massaged the dry, cracked skin. The new formula had cost the Master of Fear an infinite amount of nerves during the calculation, and even when he was about to complete it by now, he kept discovering errors in the dubious compounds of stubborn substances. Advanced chemistry required significantly more knowledge about the respective behaviour of mixtures and their sometimes strange peculiarities. In the end, it just wasn't enough to just tip different liquids together and hope it would achieve the desired effect. The brown-haired man reached for his cigarette holder, took a drag on the foul-smelling coffin nail and watched a little ash slowly trickle down from the glowing end. The burned material was carried away by a harsh draft, flying into the heavy air around him. The former psychiatrist rubbed his tired eyes. A look at the clock revealed that he should have taken a break long ago. Scarecrow chewed lightly on the sweet wood in his mouth and finally pushed the cigarette smoke out of his nose. No, now was the wrong time to rest. The Master of Fear studied the last lines carefully and fell into a kind of paralysis. Was it really time to finish his difficult calculations? A slight croak behind him made the dark professor look over his shoulder in surprise. The black raven suddenly crouched on the back of the chair, the black eyes fixed first on the sheet of paper on the desk, then on the gaunt man with a trace of curiosity. Jonathan smiled cautiously and rubbed the underside of his hard beak, breathed softly to his loyal companion at this caress: “I think we finally made it, Nimmermehr. It's finished. Now we just have to test the effect of the new poison.” The animal turned its head to the side and focused its gaze on the brown-haired man. Jonathan nodded meaningfully and rose heavily from the chair, tremblingly took the paper in his thin hand. The dark blue ink lay like a harbinger of terror on the innocent white.

The former psychiatrist offered his left forearm for the animal, a frozen smile on his thin lips. The raven croaked happily and hopped onto the offered spot, fluffing its supple plumage slightly on this occasion. Together they walked through the pitch black corridors of the house. On some wooden floorboards there was a tiny layer of fine powder snow, which repeatedly sought its way into the interior through the cracks in the walls. The Master of Fear opened the rusty door to his laboratory, groaning and pressing open the often jammed or frozen hinges. The metal finally swung to one side, allowing the fearless visitors to penetrate the uncomfortably dense atmosphere. Even if someone didn't know anything about the dark professor, when this person entered the sealed room they could immediately feel that death alone ruled this place with an iron hand. The gaunt man stepped over the threshold and switched on the neon lights on the ceiling. The unnatural light spread mercilessly through the ancient laboratory. Nimmermehr pushed himself off the thin forearm as usual and sat on the perch next to the black filing cabinets. These contained endless plans, meticulously arranged blueprints of important buildings in Gotham and a lot of information about the colourful personalities of the city - regardless of whether they were corrupt politicians or well-known villains. Jonathan went to the clunky apothecary cabinet, scanned the chemicals behind the milky glass for the right substances. During his obstinate actions he could hear how Nimmermehr leisurely cleaned his oily-looking plumage. After a while, the former psychiatrist found the first bottles he needed for his new toxin and extended his search to the dusty drawers of the closet. The Master of Fear tore his thinning hair and grumbled, barely audible, opened the various compartments one after the other. In these he mainly stored chemical substances in powder or completely solid form. One substance at a time landed on the rusty metal table next to the cupboard. The professor sighed softly and scanned the selection of jars and cans, matching the partially faded labels with the complicated names on his paper.

Jonathan finally nodded to himself. Now it was time to put the mixture together carefully. The gaunt man provided the table with several clean flasks and test tubes. He lit the small burner with a match and adjusted the initially pungent red flame back to the required hot blue. Nimmermehr hopped around excitedly on the pole, his wings flapping again and again in the air. The raven seemed to sense that today had to be a special day for its owner. The former psychiatrist began preparing the various substances and taking the necessary steps for the connections. The brown-haired man blinked hard and coughed softly as a torrent of highly toxic smoke rose from the heating of a chemical. Actually, he should at least have worn protective goggles during this risky job, but the older one had meanwhile reached the point in his research that he was no longer really aware of the risk of serious poisoning. After a few actions, the finished toxin finally bubbled in a glass flask. Scarecrow turned the burner off and watched intently as the liquid slowly settled. Now the decisive moment would come. Jonathan stared at the visible changes in the orange compound and nervously chewed his lower lip. If the mixture became unstable and rose as a gas in the atmosphere, all of his work for the past forty-eight hours would have been in vain. The lean man crossed his arms over his chest, stared motionless at the reactions in the flask. A small smile suddenly twitched at the corner of his mouth. The substance actually seemed to remain stable. The former psychiatrist took the now cool glass in his hand and swirled the toxin slowly, watching the liquid sink back on the smooth material. Perfect. The brown-haired man licked the small cracks in his lower lip and finally looked in the apothecary's cupboard for a glass syringe and a matching needle that was as thin as possible. He drew the chemical carefully, carefully checking the required vacuum. His blue eyes looked at the raven, who seemed to be nodding to him in his own way. The Master of Fear sat down in the treatment chair and pushed up the itchy fabric of his turtle neck sweater, placed the tourniquet on his narrow upper arm.

He pulled the grey cuff tightly around the pale skin. Jonathan searched the crook of his arm, which was completely punctured by now. It would be hard to find the right spot. While the older one was searching he was also pumping blood through the veins with his fist. Finally a blue vein was clearly visible. The professor picked up the syringe and took a few deep breaths, then put the needle in place. The sharp metal slid into the skin in one smooth movement. The brown-haired man didn't even flinch after all the injections in his life and carefully pressed down the plunger of the glass syringe, absolutely unimpressed. The orange liquid disappeared millimetre by millimetre into a sensitive, susceptible bloodstream. Scarecrow administered the last drop of the mixture into his vein and removed the cannula from his arm, quickly squeezing the area with a swab. He finally loosened the grey tie, allowing the remedy to penetrate deeper into his organism. The gaunt man relaxed slowly and carefully observed whether and, above all, how the poison would work in his system. He noticed a significant increase in his body temperature relatively quickly. His heart suddenly began to beat faster too. The adrenaline seemed to work surprisingly well with this formula. A small drop of blood came off the puncture site as the former psychiatrist carefully removed the swab from the skin. The Master of Fear noticed the first twitches in his limbs, as well as a persistent throbbing in his neck and the entire spine. So the nervous system was also affected. Excellent. Jonathan smiled triumphantly when an unexpectedly severe pain suddenly ruffled his arm. His eyes widened and he stared at the site of the injection. The previously blue vein turned increasingly black. His hand began to cramp, the joints cracking from the impending paralysis. The lean man grinned in agony and wanted to cautiously loosen his fingers when the contraction spread to his entire left arm without a warning. The countless veins under his skin became more visible than ever before due to the dark colour. Scarecrow tried to move, but couldn't get any further than to rest the cramping limb on the back of the chair. His heart seemed to be about to explode at that moment and the heat rose immeasurably. The older one gritted his teeth tighter.

He tried to calm his completely out of control breath, ending with a jerky gasping for air. At that moment it hit the professor like a slap in the face. This was not one of the expected effects. No, his body was clearly reacting to severe poisoning. Jonathan couldn't philosophize further about this frightening thought. The cramp had suddenly spread to his chest and seemed to want to occupy the rest of the limbs as well. The former psychiatrist brought nothing more than a silent scream from his equally rigid throat. Nimmermehr hopped restlessly on the pole and fixed the painful face of its holder. The raven croaked loudly, then pushed itself off the wood and flew out the open door into the corridor. The Master of Fear only notices this at the edge of his general perception. The world changed, dark shapes crept before his eyes which he had never seen before in his life. Shadows pressed themselves from the walls and scratched the brittle material of the floorboards with invisible claws. Jonathan tried to focus on the vague hallucinations, but ultimately failed with a smooth transition of his mind into a living nightmare around him. An unbearable pain hovered over it all. In the distance he heard the croak of Nimmermehr again, followed by a distorted voice. The words spoken made no sense at first. After a while, something shook his shoulder, followed by some extremely loud sentences in his brain: "Fucking shit, John! Are you completely out of your mind? You can't keep injecting yourself with this crap and hope that you don't get killed in these careless experiments! Where's the fucking antidote, you imbecile?” An antidote, right. The professor tried to point to the metal table with the formula with his not yet completely cramped right hand. In the event of an emergency, on the back of the last page was the remedy needed to at least fight the worst side effects.

He didn't know whether his partner had understood the hint, but at that moment the last control over his muscles failed. The cramp now had the upper hand. If this condition weren't so immensely painful and dangerous, Jonathan would have happily analysed this moment more closely. A loud clang pierced his overloaded ears. During these hectic seconds, Nimmermehr circled over the brown-haired man and croaked loudly again and again in the icy room. The tinkerer's voice found a way through the impending blackness: “The adulterated stuff straight into the vein, right? Blink twice if I'm right.” The addressee confirmed the Riddler's assumption. Edward cursed seemingly indignant and stuck the needle unreservedly into the black lines of the skin, pressing the antidote into the bloodstream. Scarecrow screamed out loud as it happened, the pressure in his veins increasing suddenly. Perhaps they were about to burst under the overload? It took almost a full minute for the antidote to finally start working on his slim body. Jonathan felt his heart beating slowly and one muscle after another loosening from the convulsive rigidity. He took the first breath of relief, coughing uncontrollably under the passing tension. At that moment he was able to recognize his surroundings again. Edward stood in front of him just as breathless as himself, his blue eyes sunken and lifeless under the far too high stress of the moment. The raven-haired man puffed heavily, then mumbled powerlessly: "I can't take this shit any more, John. Just do me the damn fucking favour and at least let me know if you want to poison yourself successfully again.” The Master of Fear nodded slowly, his throat dry and rough from the frightening experience. Nimmermehr sat down carefully on the Riddler's shoulder, rubbed the skin behind the younger man's ear with his beak. The tinkerer wiped the sweat of fear from his forehead and sank to his knees, resting his arms on the professor's narrow thighs. A harsh breeze drove snow incessantly through the cracks in the walls, playing around the figures in the rusty laboratory in a thick fog of cold.

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There's this unfinished fic in my drafts that I haven't touched in almost a year (until today to dig it up), and it's more or less an angsty take on what happened around my first ever softlock. TRIGGER WARNING FOR DEATH AND A PANIC ATTACK (though neither is described in detail)

The narrator follows Fi (and Link) as they traverse through the Lanayru Mining Facility, but the narration was only supposed to get detailed just before the softlock happens. The young knight is in the dungeon's main room, on the side that has the door to the boss room, fighting off one of those flying drones that sends bombs to slice and hit back. He's just killed one and is shaking from fear, adrenaline, and just not being used to underground air. Fi gets Link to breathe before he activates the Timeshift stone in a minecart that will temporarily resummon the fallen floor in order to get across the chasm. Link inches his way along side the minecart and hides behind it to avoid turret (beamos?) blasts. He's tense, but making his way. Fi is proud of her master for continuing all this way, and while she's still vigilant, she relaxes just a bit. Then Link gets shot off the platform. Link screams from the burn of the laser and shock of getting hit and is now free falling into the abyss below the structure. Fi leaps out of the Goddess Sword (which Link had dropped) and starts a swan dive towards her master, knowing she won't be able to pull him back up but intends to get close enough to activate the Timeshift stone in her chest to return him to safety. Fi closes in enough to see that Link's sailcloth is caught in the Beetle's pincers. She hugs her frills even closer in hopes of falling faster. After what feels like 4 thousand years, Link finally untangles his sailcloth and begins to bring it above his head. What follows is the most sickening crack Fi's ever heard. The sword spirit stops her decent immediately, spins around 180 degrees, and squeezes her eyes shut so she won't have to see her master's corpse. The Timeshift stone in Fi's chest flares to life on her command, rewinding the time around her master back to when he was alive. The thing about Fi's stone, though, was that it was "faulty" on purpose. If Link were to die accomplishing a task, the Timeshift stone in Fi's possession wouldn't undo what her master had done. But this time, the effects were adverse. The minecart that summoned the floor from the past was smack in the middle of the chasm. And Link was stuck in front of the boss room, in the present, his way to the surface blocked by barbed wire and a near bottomless pit. Link starts to spiral. He has no idea what just happened, all he knows is that he's stranded in a tomb-like place with no way to the surface, no way to the sky. Fi appears outside the sword once more and leads him through the procedures one would take to calm another down during a panic attack. The young knight has regained some of his composure, and Fi recognizes that he's cool enough to follow her adventuring instructions once again. The spirit notes that the circles that are always under Link's eyes have darkened significantly. Fi motions to the bird statue on the platform of which they stand (or float, in the sword spirit's case). She reminds Link that if he can return to the statue because he prayed, then it wouldn't be too much of a stretch to say that he could pray for the platform to be returned, it might. The minecart with the Timeshift stone does indeed return to its original position, and Link gets across without dying this time (much to Fi's relief). The story ends with Link walking up the stairs to the surface.

~That's all folks~

#my favorite line from the unfinished doc:#'Fi slowly managed to close the distance between her and Master Link and would have dared to hope #had logic not dictated that the pit was not bottomless'#anyways l/anayru structures make mega anxious bc the area is either Dead or Super Dangerous #also shout out to sword skord l/anayru for being the only place(es) I've ever softlocked a video game #that's twice by the way #2 and a half if you count the time my joystick broke while I was running to the statue just outside the mine to save #getting l/ink back up the hill #TWICE #was a painstaking process #anytime any of my games have broken it's been in a/s #*s/s #in the wisdom region #n/ayru hates me #tm answers #anonymous #my writing #***HAD LOGIC DICTATED THAT THE PIT WAS NOT BOTTOMLESS #gosh dang it me

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frostedfaves · 4 years

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To Build A Home (5)

Masterlist

Pairing: Rosa Diaz x fem!reader

Summary: Rosa spent years building a friendship, relationship, and eventually a marriage and home with you. This tale follows your journey together up until her sudden murder. Now that you’ve tracked down her killer before anyone else, will you do the right thing and send him to prison or take care of him yourself?

Warnings: permanently soft Rosa

A/N: so far this is my favorite chapter I’ve written and I hope you love it just as much. also going to be posting more frequently so expect chapter 6 on Wednesday! as always, reblogs, comments and likes are much appreciated and thank you for reading!

Previous chapter here

“I think I’m gonna be sick.”

You took deep breaths to calm yourself, the process instantly interrupted by Amy storming over as soon as the words left your mouth.

“Sick?! We don’t have time to be sick. You have an aisle to walk down in ten minutes and we did not spend months debating the colors of napkins and decoding that mess of a seating chart to just--”

“Okay Ames, maybe let’s ease up on the girl that just threatened to puke on us.” Gina pushed Amy away from your vanity area, and you offered her a grateful smile as her hands landed on your shoulders. “Look, I can’t relate to your panic because I never actually said yes to any of my proposals, but I do know this. Rosa is one thirsty woman over you and you’re just the same with her, and getting married is just going to be more of that with shiny rings. It’s nothing to be scared about.”

You nodded, closing your eyes and taking another deep breath before meeting her gaze in the mirror again. “Can I have a moment alone?”

“Eight minutes and thirteen seconds,” Amy warned as she was ushered from the room by a significantly less stressed Gina. When the door closed behind them, you pulled your phone from your bag and drafted a text to the one person you needed to hear from most.

“Is it stupid that I’m nervous right now?”

Typing bubbles appeared before you could even put the device down, and you smiled at the message that popped up.

“No. I’m nervous, too.”

“I hate that I agreed to this. I wish I could see you before we get married in front of everyone.”

“You told me not to let you back out of practicing this tradition and I’m not. It’ll be okay. We’ll see each other in six minutes.”

“Is Amy counting outside your room now?”

“Nope. I’m just excited to marry you.”

Your grin was so wide that part of you worried about your lipstick cracking under the stress. You sent one final message before putting your phone away, forcing yourself to ignore it when it buzzed again.

“I love you. See you soon.”

After all, you had a wedding to get to, and an anxiously muttering Amy to calm.

“I understand you both have written your own vows.”

Holt’s voice broke you away from the intense staring contest between you and your soon to be wife, and you cleared your throat to speak.

“Yeah, I’ll go first.” Your hands squeezed hers gently, tears beginning to trickle into your eyesight once more. “The love I feel for you, Rosa Diaz has existed within me so long now that it’s simply grown to be a part of who I am. I have no doubt in my mind that I’ll love every single part of you for as long as I live, and I’m eternally grateful to whatever force in the universe brought me to you.

“I promised myself from the day we became more than just coworkers and friends that I would always respect you, appreciate you and just be that safe place that you can run to when everything else seems to be falling apart. I’ve never in my life felt for anyone the way I do with you, and I promise to be here for you and Arlo until death do all of us part.”

Tears began to spill down Rosa’s cheeks, and you were quick to guide your hands close enough for you to wipe them away with your thumbs. No matter how focused you were on each other in this moment, you knew how uncomfortable she was showing this much emotion in front of anyone that wasn’t you. She thanked you with a silent and barely noticeable nod, preparing to speak herself.

“Everyone here that knows me is aware that I don’t like giving mushy speeches or anything like that.” Chuckles from a few of the squad members sounded around you. “What they should also know is that I’ll do anything to see you happy, even if that means being ‘soft’ in public. So while we’re here, I’d just like to say that this is the best day of my life, being here and making a formal commitment to you.

“I vow to cherish you, validate your feelings, and protect you until the very last moment of my life. You’ve changed me in so many good ways and I just want to repay you for all of the kindness, respect and patience you’ve shown me since the day we met. I want to grow old with you, and I want to build a home with you. I love you so damn much.”

A mix between a laugh and a broken sob escaped your lips as you allowed every single drop of water that had gathered behind your eyelids to break free, cascading rapidly down your cheeks one after another like they were racing. This was the first time she’d said those words in front of anyone except you, and you really wished you’d spent more time practicing how to not ugly cry in front of your family and friends.

The rest of the words spoken by Holt were reduced to background noise, a simple soundtrack to the movie you were watching called Rosa Diaz’s Beautiful Soul Encased In A Wedding Dress. The only thing that brought you back to being aware of your existence was Holt informing one (or possibly both of you) that “you may now kiss the bride”.

Rosa’s hands pulled away from yours to hold onto your waist instead, and your fingers moved to push back loose strands of windblown hair from the face that inched closer to yours. Once your lips connected for the first time since the previous night, you were certain that the only thing strong enough to pull you apart again was the fear of accidentally undressing out of habit in front of your parents.

The cheers and applause die down as you walk down the aisle together and back into the house, stealing a moment alone in one of the bedrooms as the guests file in and head toward the basement where the refreshments are set up. You relish in the feeling of being in Rosa’s arms again, your knees weakening slightly at the feeling of her kisses trailing away from your lips.

“Baby, we don’t have time for this.”

“Yes we do,” she responded between kisses, stopping just long enough to meet your eyes. “You’re telling me you don’t want me to get under your dress right now? I promise I won’t let you fall over.”

“Oh, I absolutely do,” you breathed, halfheartedly stopping her from pushing the fabric up to your waist. “But I’d rather wait until tonight, when everyone else is gone and I can scream your name out to all the sea creatures.”

She snorted out a laugh as she stepped back, not without dropping another kiss on your waiting lips. “Fine. I guess I can have dinner before dessert. Come on, Mrs. Diaz.”

Your fingers locked together as you left the room, a permanent grin pushing your cheeks upward at the use of your new last name. The new ring on your finger caught the sunlight through a window as you traveled through the beach house, headed toward your marriage supporters as their voices grew in volume with each step. You couldn’t help but think as your hand held onto Rosa as tightly as she held onto you that this is the feeling of building a home and finally getting to live in it.

Tags: @gaulty74 @creepingwolfberry @rosadiazswifey @xetherealbeautyx @jay-is-groovy @milkfromhell @marie-03

#to build a home #rosa diaz #rosa diaz x reader #rosa diaz imagine #brooklyn nine nine #brooklyn 99 #brooklyn nine nine imagine #brooklyn nine nine fic series #brooklyn nine nine x reader #b99 fic #b99 imagine #b99 fic series #b99 x reader #b99 fanfic #b99 #stephanie beatriz

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astrablossom · 4 years

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Three Cups Of Tea

A03 Version 》 Buy me a coffee?

Pairing: Barbatos x Mammon x Diavolo

Shall We Date? Obey Me Fic

Word Count: 2.9k

Tags: double penetration, oral sex, anal sex, spanking, whipping, use of toys, slight praise kink, threesome

Summary: Mammon gets caught in the castle and Diavolo and Barbatos decide to humor him.

* this has been in my drafts for months. Never done a threesome till now.

Once more Mammon decided to sneak into the castle to steal something priceless and sell it on Akuzon. And of course, Barbatos caught him red-handed. Nervously he tried to make up some excuse but Barbatos wasn't having it.

"Oh, we have a guest?" Mammon jumps up in shock at the deep voice and slowly turns around to see Diavolo smiling down at him.

"Yes my lord. It seems Mammon has decided to take an interest in your father's crown." Barbatos said in his usual calm demeanor.

Nervously, Mammon runs a hand through his hair "Hahaha!" He looks from Diavolo to Barbatos who both blocked any possibility of him escaping. "Well now t-that I've seen it up close...ima just gonna head on home. Bye!" He rushed the last part of his sentence to turn heel only for a large warm hand to rest on his shoulder, freezing him in his tracks.

"Now now Mammon I'm sure you can stay a bit longer. After all, you did take the time to visit us right?" The hand slowly trails down to Mammon's hip and for a moment his brain short circuits.

"Lord Diav-"

Barbatos pique in, "I would suggest you take your lord's kind offer Mammon," a small smile gracing his face. But Mammon knew better than to believe that for a second.

Mammon was beginning to regret coming here.

As Barbatos left to pour some tea for the three of them Mammon sat in his seat with embarrassment. Sure he's been caught more than once on a quick grab and run theft but never has he'd been caught red-handed by Diavolo. Speaking of which Mammon could feel Diavolo's gaze piercing through him. Tentatively the avaricious demon raised his head to see Diavolo smiling lightly at him. It shamed him to admit the prince was indeed handsome and he ended up looking away, sucking his teeth.

"What're you lookin' at?" He mumbled in an agitated tone. He wanted to go home. Any punishment from Lucifer would be better than this.

Probably.

Diavolo chuckled at the thief's attitude, making Mammon give a confused look. Diavolo merely sighs in content. "I am simply looking at you Mammon,” he purrs in a very low tone. "I can see why your modeling career has done so well." The door to Diavolo's room opens and Barbatos walks in with three cups of tea on a platter. "It makes me wonder why you would have to steal from me." Mammon gulps at the sudden change in the atmosphere and coughs to distract himself.

Barbatos picks up a cup and hands it to him while Mammon is accepted. Diavolo picked up his cup of tea last and silence fell upon them. The flavor of the liquid felt warm against Mammon's tongue and he swallowed it with no problem. He was unsurprising with the sweet taste it left in his mouth.

Barbatos takes a sip. "Shall we discuss your punishment?" The question came so naturally to the butler that it brought a shiver down Mammon's spine. "Y-You're joking, right? I rather not...uh." He shakes his head even though he typically had no say in the matter. "Besides, I gotta go anyway!"

Before he could even move a large warm hand touched his clothed knee which made the avatar jerk up.

Diavolo smiles gently, his golden eyes barely illuminating what was in store.

"I implore you to stay."

Diavolo's attention strayed to his D.D.D as he typed something before sliding it back into his pocket. He sat in a grand chair across from the bed where Mammon sat squirming around in Barbatos' hold. A riding crop and lube sat down forgotten on the sheets. The hum of the vibrator and Mammon's labored moans were the only sounds that echoed in the private chamber. Golden eyes showered over Mammon's glistening form. Barbatos' nimble fingers travel to the front of his chest to tug on the nipple clamps harshly enforcing a scream from the thief as the pain sends sparks through his body.

How long had they teased him? Mammon had lost track after the first three hours. Between the spankings, Barbatos had given him and the pretty cries that fell from his now kiss blistered lips he was sure he had ascended to the Celestial Realm.

Barbatos carefully bends Mammon down, the whip marks from earlier activities still throbbing red and anew on the demon's melanin skin, now visible to the prince. His white hair was an entire mess, straying in odd directions from being gripped on too long.

"Please direct your attention to Lord Diavolo, Mammon," Barbatos commanded and Mammon being a bit sluggish in movement, took time to raise his head to meet Diavolo's eyes. His eyes were watering and fluids dribbled from both his nose and mouth. He was trying to say something but only a whimper left his lips when Barbatos' bare hands ran over the shell of his ear. He wanted to be fuck. It didn't matter which cock it was, any would do.

Diavolo's grip on the chair arm tightens to the point it nearly cracks. He had held himself down for hours, suppressing his sexual urges as he watched his loyal servant break the Avatar of Greed down to a basic concubine.

"B-Barbatos-" he finally managed to stutter, bucking his hip against the butler.

"G-Gimme...p-p-please." A chuckle escapes Barbatos and he comments how he was still greedy even in bed but it went over the demon's head. All he wanted was release and it seemed like Barbatos was finally going to comply. His sapphire eyes roll into the back of his head when the pressure of the vibrator in his ass increases. A high guttural noise that sounded more like a growl was released from his throat as he came on the expensive silky sheets. He arched his back against Barbatos, the deep slope of his backside curving downward in bliss.

Mammon looked gorgeous.

Barbatos eyed Diavolo with a twinkle in the gesture. Once he had his lord's undivided attention he began raising a hand. The sharp blow on Mammon's cheek came down with no warning and Barbatos took full enjoyment in the scream and the way Mammon's ass jiggled in front of him. Hushing the other softly he caresses the reddening cheek with false kindness, waiting for Mammon's whimpers to die down before immediately continuing with his ministrations.

"Ouch!" Mammon screamed out and squirmed a bit as the manslaughter against his ass continued. No part of him was safe. The tears were returning and Mammon could feel himself hardening once more, even moaning a bit when Barbatos' hand moved just above his balls.

"You truly are a sadist" Diavolo comments in a playful tone, his words making the demon more ashamed of his situation.

"This is part of your punishment", Barbatos explains through each spanking. "But if you manage to behave you'll be rewarded significantly." His hands switched to the other cheek and Mammon was starting to cry again, small moans mixing in with his pain.

"Now apologize."

"N-No..." He grunts when he is suddenly flipped on his back getting a view of Barbatos' bare chest. The butler somehow still kept his formal appearance, a small smile on his pretty face. but his face was different from its neutral expression. His smile was crueler and his brows furrowed.

"No?"

"Y-yeah. Yeah, you heard me!" He hated the stutter in his voice. Did Mammon make a mistake? He probably did but for some reason just seeing Barbatos become unraveled felt worth it.

He is kinda pretty too, he thought to himself, eyes minding the fit but petite body.

Mammon watched as the nude butler raised his hand in a backhand position. Before Mammon could even think, the slap that collided with his cheek was enough to make his head turn in the direction.

Another slap was down on his face again. And again. And again. He was gasping at pain blossoming in his face and it was long before he was crying out for Barbatos to stop. It only made the butler's pupils dilate.

When another bruising slap lands on him, this time on his sensitive nipples, his back arched in pleasure.

"M'sorry...for stealing..." he slurs out but even Mammon wasn't sure he meant it.

"To think you would get off on this." Diavolo's voice brought Mammon back to reality. Barbatos watched silently as the two locked eyes, Mammon's attention shifting down to the huge tent straining against the prince's pants. His eyes widened and unconsciously he ran his tongue over his lips, the final warning before Diavolo broke his restraints.

"Enough." The demon stood from his chair, hands already unbuttoning his jacket and Mammon watches with embarrassment as the prince stripped himself before him. He grunts when he feels the vibrator finally being pulled from his ass, leaving a large gaping hole. He hears a small hum from behind and the shuffling of more clothes falling.

"I should warn you that Lord Diavolo tends to go overboard." Warm hands pull Mammon up into a sitting position and the demon manages to give the butler a puzzling look which he merely smiles at. Wasn't he just beating the shit out of him just now?

"Do not be surprised if you blackout." Was the only warning he received before the bed sunk from the extra pressure of a body finally joining their extracurricular activities. Mammon gulps at the sight before him. All of him was screaming to run but he knew it was useless, the majority of his body was exhausted. He flinches a bit when a finger pushes a few strands of hair away from his face.

There Diavolo stood naked in his royal glory, the lights from above defining all his muscles and his face in all the right ways. If Mammon wasn't blushing before he certainly was. For once a quiet spell came over him as Diavolo took to studying every nook and cranny of Mammon's handsome face. His fingers graze the side of his jaw, trailing down to his lips. Unsure of what to do Mammon opened his mouth a bit and gently bit down on the prince's thumb. His body still sensitive felt hyper-aware of Barbatos wrapping his arms around him, placing a small kiss on his neck.

"You truly are gorgeous." Mammon stutters at the sudden compliment from the prince who smiled. "Don't you agree Barbatos?"

"I do." The butler places another wet kiss on Mammon cheek, taking joy in the way the other flushed. "Your moans are very pretty. And you are rather needy in bed..."

"Yes. He is isn't he?" Mammon averts his gaze from the towering prince suddenly feeling uncomfortable from the compliments. It seems Diavolo was onto him and firmly grips Mammon's face directing to his gaze only.

"You don't believe me?"

He starts to stutter. "I-I never said-"

"The prince's word is law Mammon." A hand travels down to the thief's gaping hole. Barbatos used a single finger to outline the circle of it, occasionally pushing a finger in. He places a kiss on his ear before whispering in a taut manner. "You should show some manners and thank him."

Mammon looks at Diavolo unsure but it didn't matter when the prince captured his lips. He lets out a soft moan, not used to soft gestures. He feels Diavolo's tongue run over his lips demanding entrance. He parts them and moans into the kiss when Barbatos' tongue slips into his ear, probing at the inside. It should've made him feel disgusted but instead, he ended up moaning in the kiss with Diavolo. His body searing hot and he couldn't keep up with his tongue was exploring the inside of his mouth.

He's really warm, Mammon thinks between the kisses. This went on for a few more minutes before the two separate, a trail of saliva trailing from their lips. Mammon hums a bit when Barbatos pulls from his ear looking proud of his handiwork. Carefully, without instruction, the demon pulls away from the butler to lower himself in a more lewd position and neither of the older two stopped him. His ass stood upright in Barbatos' lap, back arching into a lewd slope allowing his face to be dangerously close to Diavolo's erection. Mammon eyes it dutifully, noting the barbs that stood on both sides and how the girth as thick as his wrist. Diavolo was hung.

And Mammon wanted it. He hooks his arms around Diavolo's waist and places a small kiss on the side of the tip, looking up for permission. Instead, he was greeted with lustful eyes staring daggers into him. Diavolo laughs.

"I can see why you're Lucifer's favorite." Just the mention of his brother was enough to fluster the avatar.

"Don't bring him up during sex!" The Avatar of Greed could hear Barbatos chuckling from behind and opted to ignore it. His attention drifts back to his Majesty's cock. Licking his lips, he presses them against the budding red tip, flicking his tongue around. The taste of precum greets his taste buds and he does this a few more times before finally taking the tip in his mouth, suckling like a baby. He can hear Diavolo sighing from above, and he feels his chest heat up from the pleasure.

As he continued Mammon slowly started to take more of Diavolo in his mouth. It was a difficult task since Diavolo could barely fit, drool dribble down his mouth onto the bedsheets and even the prince himself found this in its own right adorable.

However, this was a punishment and his patience was wearing thin. Grabbing Mammon's head he chuckles slowly at the dazed expression on the demon's face. Mammon's eyebrows rise when he feels something warm probing at his ass. Fingers crawled up his spine in a sensual manner and Barbatos lined himself up.

"W-Wait-'' a warm hand pries his jaws open and it seemed the two were in sync when they shoved themselves into Mammon with perfect coordination. The thief screamed out from the sudden intrusion, his loose hole somehow tightening around Barbatos' girth and sending vibrations up Diavolo's shaft. He squirms around but the two start to move inside of him, their cocks sliding in and out of his holes at a brutal pace. It hurt so much but it felt good in all the right places. Each time the demons thrust in him the heavy nipple clamps tugged his skin. Barbatos has scarily accurate coordination and kept slamming into it with no mercy. And the soon to be king was even more relentless, using Mammon as nothing more than a simple tool for relief.

It felt so good. So incredibly much that even Mammon wasn't aware of his approaching orgasm. It crept upon him like a snake and the force made his body heave and clench around both demons before he came again, more aggressively before blacking out.

When he had woken up it was in a body of limbs. It was hot. Hazy from the sleep, Mammon slowly started to raise himself, wincing at the pain that traveled down his spine. The wounds and bruises from the whips and spanking might've healed already but his body was still tender.

The room was dark save for the little light from window and it took a moment before all his memories returned. Mammon was quick to turn only to see Diavolo fast asleep. Barbatos on the other hand was awake, although a bit tired.

"Come." He whispers in a surprisingly soft tone, tapping the space where Mammon slept a mere seconds ago. Of course, Mammon wanted to say, to run and bail but instead, he made a noise of irritation before flipping back down, cursing when pain shot up through the body.

He knew Barbatos was still awake. It made him feel a bit on edge but what he didn't expect was for the butler to slowly wrap a leg around the demon's waist, carefully moving with silent precision to not awake the sleeping prince.

Mammon immediately flushed, anger in his voice. He wanted to sleep for crying out loud. "Are you insane?! He'll wake up!"

"Not if you stay quiet." Was all he heard in reply before an arm wrapped around his neck. Something wet touched his collarbone and he realized Barbatos was kissing. Just the way he was acting now was a huge contrast to the sadist from earlier.

"Didn't know you were a freak" he grumbled but his tone held no bite when he moved his hand to grip his softened cock. He pretends not to notice the small jump in his chest when he hears the butler huff. Almost like a laugh.

Whatever. He didn't want to think anyway. By the time his erection hardened Barbatos had already lubed himself which made Mammon think how if he didn't even move?

He feels Barbatos stirring, warm skin gliding on his and the sheets moving down to reveal the butler's form. Carefully he crawled into Mammon's lap, a finger on his lip to be quiet. He looked over to see the prince sound asleep and smiled before clamoring on top of Mammon. Grabbing a hold of his erection he carefully sunk himself on the avatar, the two moaning softly. "Damn...it's like a pussy…" Mammon murmurs and watches idly as Barbatos rocked himself. The very little nightlight that cascaded through the room and onto his pale skin made him look more ethereal and erotic by the second. He said nothing as he rode himself with such ease to hold his moans.

This day made no sense. But it was a night Mammon wouldn't forget.

Buy me a coffee?

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pinkanonwrites · 4 years

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I loved the animal crossing vs karasuno boys hcs u did!! Do u think u could do another one with a different team? Maybe nekoma but u can choose whatever!! Thank u 😊

AAAAAAHHH This has been sitting in my drafts almost-completely finished for MONTHS and I’m FINALLY GONNA POST IT! Thank you for the request, I love Nekoma so, so, so much! (Fukunaga please call me. I’ll do all the talking)

(( Also also since I did all boy villagers in the Karasuno one, this one has all girl villagers))

LONG POST BELOW!

Kuroo Tetsurou

“Celia is so pretty!~ I love her so much!”

Kuroo’s attention snapped to you, doing his best to keep his face neutral as his brain went rocketing off in the worst direction possible. Pretty? Pretty girl? You like a pretty girl?

He had no room to judge, he also liked pretty girls. But there’s no way you liked this pretty girl more than you liked him, right? Right?

He pulled his attention back to the practice match just in time to avoid getting wailed in the face with a volleyball, able to turn it into a clumsy receive at the last possible second. If his teammates noticed, they were at least kind enough not to call him out.

When he sidled up to you at the end of practice he did his best to sound fake concerned, not legitimately worried.

“You replacing me with some cute girl? I could hear you mooning from all the way on the court, you know?”

You just laughed and shook your head, lifting your phone to show a character from the game you and Kenma had been gushing about. Your phone lockscreen had been set to a picture of an, admittedly adorable, cartoon eagle.

“I finally found someone who had Celia in their town. I wanted her so bad!”

Kuroo snorted, ruffling the top of your head. “Well I’m glad you got her. Next time give me a warning before you start going all mushy for video game birds, alright?”

Kai Nobuyuki

“Oh, Lily! Lily, you’re so beautiful!”

Kai barely gave more than a twitch to indicate that he’d heard what you’d said. He’d heard you gush about celebrities or anime characters you’d liked before, but not to the degree that you’d call them just by their first name.

“New favorite character?” He offered, continuing to pack his practice bag and try not to look too curious about who you were fawning over.

Luckily for him, you were more than happy to supply the answer yourself, squiggling under his arm and holding your Switch up to his face so he could see your colorfully-dressed character sitting at a picnic table with an adorable cartoon frog.

“She’s so cute! I can’t believe I got her in my town.” “I didn’t know you liked frogs so much.” He breathed a silent sigh of relief, feeling silly for letting himself worry, even the tiniest bit.

“Yeah, well she’s the cutest frog!”

“Cuter than most frogs I’ve seen.”

Kai fought a smile as you began passionately debating the cuteness of real life frogs, tugging you a little bit closer with his arm.

Yaku Morisuke

“Ah, Cleo! How could anyone ever be so cute?”

Yaku didn’t much enjoy it when you called him cute, but hearing you call somebody else cute was somehow a thousand times worse. He could swear he felt his own blood pressure spike with that sentence alone.

“Ooh! Who’s cute?”

And there’s Lev. So much for his blood pressure.

You held up your phone screen to Lev and he began nodding along in agreement with you, which somehow made Yaku feel even more irritated than he already did. A stray volleyball rolled across the floor near him, and he sent it spiralling into Lev’s lower back with a kick.

“Quit talking about cute girls and focus on your receives, shithead!”

“OWWWW!!! Yaku-senpai, so mean! You could’ve missed! Then how would you feel?”

“Get back on the court, Lev.”

“I’m sorry!” You said when you pulled Yaku aside after practice. “I just was just really excited about Animal Crossing, I didn’t mean to distract Lev.”

“Animal….. Crossing?”

“Yeah! I got a really cute villager!” You held up your phone and showed Yaku a picture of the pastel horse that had just moved into your village.

“...Oh. Cleo.”

“Mhm!... Are you okay? You’re turning a little red. Maybe you should drink some more water.”

Kozume Kenma

“Rosie! Oh, Rosie is definitely best girl.”

Despite being very well-versed in Animal Crossing, it still caught Kenma off-guard for a half a second to hear you so openly mooning about your favorite villager. Luckily for him the two of you had been talking about Animal Crossing since the new game was announced, so he’d had plenty of time to get to know your favorites.

“Did you find someone to trade with you?”

“Yep! I just need to get Egbert to leave so she can move in! Get outta here, chicken!”

Resting his chin on your shoulder, Kenma watched with a small smile as you started building cliffs around the perimeter of Egbert’s house, determined to get him to move away. Maybe someday he’d have to deal with the discomfort of hearing you openly moon about someone attractive. Thankfully, today was not that day.

Fukunaga Shouhei

“You’re so perfect, Ellie! Don’t ever leave!”

Fukunaga glanced at you and quirked an eyebrow, but you were far too immersed in your Switch screen to notice. Your expression had dropped into this soft, moony-eyed gaze, one that Fukunaga wasn’t used to seeing directed at anything that wasn’t him when you thought he wasn’t looking.

It felt… weird.

“Oh! Shouhei, do you wanna see?” You finally seemed to notice him glancing in your direction, scooting over to show off your screen. “Ellie was moving out of Kenma’s town and he let me take her! Isn’t she cute?”

While your character ran circles around the little tan elephant all Shouhei could do was watch you smile with a warm, fuzzy feeling blooming in his chest.

“Second cutest here.” He quietly replied.

Yamamoto Taketora

“Molly! She’s so cute I can’t even handle it!”

Normally Yamamoto would find the idea of you fawning over a cute girl to be equally cute. That way the two of you could fawn over cute girls together!

But it was significantly less fun when it meant that one hundred percent of your attention was on your phone and zero percent of your attention was on him. He spent the majority of the day landing awesome spikes only to snap his attention towards you and see you fully immersed in your phone screen.

Finally his not-so-quiet grumbling about your lack of attention got the better of Kuroo and he hollered over to you, asking what you were looking at. Before Yamamoto could shush him you raised your phone, showing off an adorable cartoon duck.

“I finally got Molly in my town!”

Kuroo burst into laughter as a blush crawled its way across Yamamoto’s face and up to the tips of his ears, taking a swing at Kuroo to try and get him to shut up.

Haiba Lev

“She’s so stoic and cool. How can you not be completely in love with Whitney?”

“I can be stoic and cool.” Lev grumbled.

“She’s got such pretty white hair and sharp eyes.”

“I’ve got white hair and sharp eyes.”

“I should get her some flowers.”

“Can’t you get your boyfriend some flowers?”

“Hm? Lev, hun, did you say something?”

He’d been quietly murmuring under his breath since you started gushing about Animal Crossing but honestly, how could you not? Whitney was one of your dreamies and finally, after many a Nook Mile Ticket spent, you finally had her on your island. Maybe you had been going on about it for a bit, though.

“I’m sorry, Lev! I’m just excited. I wanna know what you said though!”

Lev puffed up, jabbing his thumb into his chest. “I’ve got all those things you love about this Whitney girl so much, so you shouldn’t need anyone else!” You stared at him in disbelief for a long, painfully awkward moment, before snorting hard as you dissolved into laughter.

“H-Hey!”

I’m sorry! I’m sorry, I shouldn’t laugh!” You choke out between giggles, just silently holding up your Switch to Lev’s face to show off your character presenting some roses to a cartoon wolf…

… Named Whitney.

You don’t think you’ve ever seen someone turn that shade of red before.

“W-W-Well she must be your favorite because she’s so much like me! Right? Right?!”

Good save, Lev. Good save.

Inuoka Sou

“Piper’s just so cool and chill! That’s why she’s my absolute favorite.”

Oh. Oh! You liked cool and chill people? Inuoka had no idea. But that’s okay! He can be cool! He can be chill!

“Dude, you okay? You’re like… Vibrating.”

At least, that’s what Inuoka had thought at the beginning of the day. Truthfully he had no skill when it came to containing his energy, especially since every time he saw you it felt like his heart was doing the equivalent of spam texting you a dozen lines of heart emojis. By the time he had gotten to the end of practice he felt jittery and uncomfortable, like he’d been holding a lid down on a boiling pot of water. He just hadn’t been acknowledging it until Yamamoto pointed it out.

“Sou?” You had been waiting for him outside the gym! Waiting! For him! His heart felt like it did a kickflip off the inside of his ribcage as he enveloped you in a hug.

“I tried! I tried to be calm and chill like you like but I just can’t do it! And whenever I see you my heart goes a RAAAAAHHH so it’s basically impossible anyway! I hope you don’t mind!”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa! Hang on.” You cupped his face in your hands and he melted into your hold, smiling like an idiot. “When did I say I like calm, chill guys?”

“This morning, you were talking about some girl named Piper and you said she was so calm and cool and that's why you liked her so I thought if I could be like that you’d like me more too and-”

You pressed a finger to his lips and he couldn’t help but sigh, turning to putty at your merest touch.

“Babe, I was talking about a character from my game! You know, the one with all the animals?”

“Really?”

“So I don’t need to act all calm and cool for you to like me?”

“Of course not! I love you just the way you are.”

“Heehee~… I feel a little silly.”

“You are a little silly, babe.”

Shibayama Yuuki

“I’m in love! Flora is so perfect! I’ve never loved so much in my life!”

Shibayama stumbled over his own two feet when he heard you professing your love of this ‘Flora’ to one of your classmates during lunch. Glancing just around the door to your classroom, you were holding your phone in one hand and wildly gesturing with the other, leaving your friend chuckling at your excited antics.

He felt an uncomfortable sort of chill in the pit of his stomach, making his just-eaten lunch feel more than a bit unwelcome. Did you even like this Flora more than...him?

It was easy to tell that Shibayama was a bit out of it at practice, doing his best to stay focused but still uncharacteristically quiet. It wasn’t until you met him after practice to walk home that everything was cleared up to him.

“S-So, um… Who’s Flora?”

“Huh? Oh! Oh, lemme show you!”

You pulled out your Switch and ran your little character over to a flamingo and began talking to her, and Shibayama felt all the tension in his body rush out in a single breath. He let out a small chuckle as you fawned over the character.

“Yeah, she’s pretty cute!”

#haikyuu #hq #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu scenarios #haikyuucreations #nekoma #kuroo tetsurou #kai nobuyuki #Yaku Morisuke #kozume kenma #fukunaga shouhei #yamamoto taketora #haiba lev #inuoka sou #shibayama yuuki

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thebirdandhersong · 3 years

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OC name asks: Rosalind, Eunice, Lillian, Myrtle

Thank you, Rebekah!!!! :D

Rosalind (late 20s, main character)

Something really awesome they can do: take care of people. Rosalind is Constantly on the lookout for ways to take care of people.

A person, creature, or thing they adore: her uncle :') who is her favourite person in the world (aside from her mother and brother, of course)

A secret they’re hiding: oh, tons. Others’ and her own. She’s also very good at keeping things to herself. (This is.... not always a good thing.)

Something they truly fear: losing the only person she has left; unintentionally causing her loved ones pain

A fond memory of theirs: she holds all memories of her mother with fondness.

A place or item which gives them strong feelings: oh man I wish I could answer this one but Major Spoilers for an upcoming plot point....

A dream or ambition for the future: at this point in the story, she’s just trying to survive the present. But later on her dreams involve a more active role in the community, and a stronger presence (a light in the darkness) for the people around her.

An angsty fact about them: She's lost many members of her family and she misses them more than she will ever admit out loud.

A domestic fact about them: Rosalind is scrupulously and appallingly clean, and will do her best to make sure the rest of the house follows suit.

A random other fact: her name was originally Edith (in the first draft of Project 1), but it quickly became clear that Edith didn’t exactly fit her. (I’m saving the name for another story.)

Eunice (mid-40s, secondary character)

Something really awesome they can do: Eunice is a doctor at a children’s hospital!! She is very good at calming frightened/anxious kids down.

A person, creature, or thing they adore: her children! She adores her children. And her husband :’) They married early and she is still very much in love with him.

A secret they’re hiding: she’s become quite good at pretending to be happy, but it hurts her sometimes that her loved ones can’t see through the mask.

Something they truly fear: not being there for her loved ones.

A fond memory of theirs: the first time her son called her Mama.

A place or item which gives them strong feelings: her sketchbook.

A dream or ambition for the future: Eunice is full of dreams, as a mother, an artist, and a doctor! There are too many to name. But her general goal for her life is to make people feel loved and seen.

An angsty fact about them: Though she’s worked as a doctor for some time now, she still feels new to heartbreak every time she encounters it. When her younger patients are hurting she can’t help but cry with them.

A domestic fact about them: Eunice is not clean in the least. She’s rather scatterbrained about keeping things organised. (This drives her husband up the wall.) She is, however, very good at remembering where exactly she left that thing you’re looking for.

A random other fact: Eunice didn’t have a name in the first draft.

Lillian (late 30s, secondary character; youngest sister of 3)

Something really awesome they can do: Lillian did moderately well in school, but what she scores highest in is emotional intelligence. She doesn’t need to know all the details to Understand.

A person, creature, or thing they adore: her older sisters. When she was a child, Myrtle always spoiled her, but Forsythia always balanced that out by being her usual snappish, prosy self. Lillian gets really annoyed by Forsythia’s tendency towards unprovoked antagonism and Myrtle’s tendency towards self-sacrifice, but she loves them both very much.

A secret they’re hiding: she still feels guilty about all the times she argued with her father during her adolescence.

Something they truly fear: seeing either of her sisters in pain; being unable to alleviate their suffering.

A fond memory of theirs: Lillian witnessed both her sisters’ romances and remembers with satisfaction how hopelessly in love their respective suitors were with them. (As It Should Be, was her general feeling. She even offered to serve as a messenger between both pairs at one point, and did end up delivering a number of letters and secret notes.)

A place or item which gives them strong feelings: the necklace her mother gave her.

A dream or ambition for the future: to settle into the neighbourhood; to become braver (like Forsythia) and kinder (like Myrtle)

An angsty fact about them: some part of her feels that she can’t fully understand her sisters’ private sorrows because their shared experience is something she never participated in.

A domestic fact about them: Lillian loves baking pies. And LOVES to bake pies for social functions and for her neighbours.

A random other fact: Back in the day Lillian had a fair amount of suitors as well, but in typical Lillian fashion, she sent them packing in the sweetest possible way.

Myrtle (early 40s, secondary character; oldest sister of 3)

Something really awesome they can do: Myrtle is an excellent listener. It is a trait she shares with her sisters, though each express it differently. Forsythia is very attentive and asks good questions, and has a knack of dragging the truth out of a person. Lillian is quick to discern and understand, and makes people feel understood before they even speak. Myrtle is neither aggressively direct nor as discerning, but she has a compassionate heart and people sense that when they talk to her.

A person, creature, or thing they adore: her sisters. She was the mediator between the two when they were children, and privately swore to be their protector after their mother passed away.

A secret they’re hiding: she’s still in love with the Suitor from the past.

Something they truly fear: that she’ll repeat the mistakes of the past and hurt the people she loves in the process.

A fond memory of theirs: Myrtle remembers holding Lillian after she was born :) and teaching her to spell.

A place or item which gives them strong feelings: she still has all the letters the Suitor sent her.

A dream or ambition for the future: Myrtle is looking forward to becoming involved in the neighbourhood again! She and Lillian used to sneak food to the poor families in their village when their father was sleeping, and now that they’re living by themselves, they figure they can pool their resources together and make lots of good food.

An angsty fact about them: Myrtle is the anchor of the family and has trained herself to put her own sorrows and worries aside to first tend to her sisters’ sorrows and worries. As a result she sometimes feels like she doesn’t have anyone to confide in, someone who will lift her burden from her.

A domestic fact about them: Myrtle prays frequently during the day. She doesn’t realise that she’s praying out loud sometimes, so you can occasionally catch words floating from the upper floor as she’s sewing or cleaning.

A random other fact: Myrtle is a new character! And so are her sisters. The first draft had a significantly smaller cast of characters. But after Myrtle, Forsythia, and Lillian arrived I couldn’t imagine the story without them.

#thank you again <3<3 #isfjmel-phleg #writing adventures #p1: the spring novel #songbird and stories

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glmrocks · 3 years

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* late night prompts • ACCEPTING

↪ @goremade whispered ; “ Your hearts beating so fast. ”

the last thing hannibal should’ve done is left the boy alone, the manor left completely for samuel’s devices as hannibal went to his office for the day — and usually while sam would sit and work on his studies, it seems that no matter how hard sam tries to stick his nose in his text - book, none of the words he reads about want to actually soak into his usually eager brain — so he opts to eat something instead. which isn’t a bad idea, not when there’s ALWAYS left - overs of some sort in hannibal’s fridge, much to samuel’s luck . . . but now it’s about trying to figure out how he’s gonna reheat this — does hannibal even OWN a microwave ? cause that’s about as f a r as sam’s knowledge of the kitchen goes ; that and instant ramen in a pot of boiling water . . . though he’s about ninety percent sure that hannibal would choke him out ( and NOT in the sexy way ! ) if he even dared to make 69 cent mr. noodles with a powdered flavour packet on his stove.

there’s a DRAFT from one of the floorboards when he steps over it to get to the fridge, and his face twists up in obvious interest — he wouldn’t have even noticed it if he wasn’t currently barefoot. curiosity killed the cat, right ? but satisfaction brought it back. and sam knew it would simply kill him if he didn’t know what was currently underfoot ( literally ! ) left - overs are now long forgotten, the fridge closed with a soft click as he’s now more interested on finding where this secret door is. maybe hannibal has some weird sex dungeon, and if that’s the case than sam is quite offended he hasn’t been invited down here sooner. there’s a couple more moments of searching, before sam’s f o u n d it — and when he opens it, there’s nothing but a DARKENED staircase. talk about creepy, huh ?

apparently though, sam doesn’t know when he should turn a blind eye and let sleeping dogs lie.

what he should’ve done was closed the latch and LEFT that for literally never, and yet sam is fishing for his phone out of his pocket to light up the inky darkness — so he doesn’t fucking break his neck trying to get down here. there’s a voice in the back of his head telling him to turn back while he can, but on the other hand . . . something is calling him down here. pulliing him down here like something magnetic.

it is SIGNIFICANTLY colder down here than upstairs, a shiver running up the expanse of sam’s spine once his feet hit the cold cement. so, maybe he wasn’t too far off with the weird sex dungeon thing ? he was only KIDDING when he thought that.

sam finds the light switch pretty quickly, and there’s an eerie . . . calmness, upon what he sees. he doesn’t flee immediately, though he should. it smells clinical, the sight of stainless steel hosed down clean, it’s MORGUE like . . . and through it all, he’s not afraid in the slightest. there’s . . . an unexplainable familiar feeling to the place, and he’s not entirely sure why either. he’s never been down here before, right ? at least, he doesn’t think he has.

bare feet continue to pad around the . . . dungeon. cause he’s not entirely sure what ELSE to call it. sam carries himself to a medical table, the various instruments placed neatly from smallest to largest — and when the medical student picks up the scalpel , a tool he uses a MULTITUDE of times in class, he drops it almost like it’s burned him.

it feels like his mouth is full of cotton, dazed and lethargic as he lays against the cold metal of the surgeons table. his body feels far away, and the blinding lights of the fluorescents above him distorts the figure standing over him — he thinks it’s doctor lecter, in fact, he’s CERTAIN that it is, though sam can’t exactly tell. his body doesn’t feel like his own, and the v o i c e speaking to him sounds like they’re trying to speak underwater ; unable to understand a word of what’s been said. all he can think of is how dry his mouth is, and the thick STENCH of crimson filling his senses. he tries to move his head, sees the severed remains of . . . something. it’s reminiscent of one of his labs he did in class with the cadaver. though it’s . . . a lot more fresh, and way more bloody. where is he ? what’s going on ? is that an arm ?

lost time begins to fill itself back in, hours that sam doesn’t remember — that hannibal would smile about and tell him ‘ my darling boy, you’ve been with me in my study all day ‘ are lies that have been fed to him over and over and over again, to hide up whatever had been happening underground. in HERE. it all clicks right into place with such ease, sam able to picture all of the gorey horrors when this place isn’t wiped down spotless.

oh, samuel — what have you gotten yourself into ? he realizes he HAS been down here before . . . but this is the first time he’s been here s o b e r and on his own terms — not BROUGHT down here against his own will.

he must’ve been too in his head to hear the footsteps, or to even FEEL the psychiatrist practically pressed up against his back before he’s already there — not until hannibal speaks does sam finally snap out of it.

YOUR HEARTS BEATING SO FAST.

yeah, he supposes it is ; can hear it in his own ears, and feels like he’ll pass out at any moment. samuel turns slowly, bright blue gaze turned to the doctor stood behind him. �� this is not the first time i’ve been down here . . . is it ? ❞ he knows that as true, but he wants to hear hannibal say it. he’s not as freaked out as he should be, and has remained EERILY calm despite the circumstances. ❝ so, what IS this place then ? torture dungeon ? sex dungeon ? is this where you finally kill me and wear my skin, or some shit like that ? ❞ and he LAUGHS of all things, sam already setting towards the medical instruments once again. ❝ these are the ones you let me bring to my class last week . . . how many people do you think you’ve hurt with them ? ❞ a momentary pause, as sam thumbs over the medical clamps that he used to goof off in class with just a week ago.

❝ i remember it. when i was down here. when you brought me down here . . . ❞ eyes flicker back to the doctor watching him, and sam is CONTENT as he hops up onto the stainless steel table — bringing the tray of tools into his lap. ❝ did you plan on hurting ME too ? eventually ? i just wanna know your intentions. it’s . . . interesting. ❞

#( * interactions . )#( * v; lunchbox friends . )#&. goremade #drugging tw #gore tw #well...... GOOD LUCK SAMUEL #THIS TOOK ME HOURS TO WRITE I HOPE U LIKE IT

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