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purplekiwis · 3 years

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OMG YES! Damaged goods blurb! Can you do a fluff one where one of them is sick with seasonal flu and the other has to take care of them, but they're being stubborn about it because that's just what they do and how they are 🤧

Okay, okay... here she is! It's a bit meh I think, but I hope you like it! 🥰

Harry is sick and grumpy, and Y/N takes care of him (from the Damaged Goods AU)

Harry feels miserable.

He’s worse than miserable, really,

because he has a cold… or is it the flu?! He has never known to spot the differences between the two, but he recognized all of the early signs, of course...

As per usual, it started with nothing but a sore throat one morning when he woke up, that ended up lingering throughout the whole day, then came a headache, and the tiredness, and the chills…

It wasn’t so unbearable at first… but the symptoms only kept getting worse and worse as the hours went by, to the point of leaving him with no choice but to skip his classes in favor of staying in bed… suffering.

The worst part about it? He wasn’t even suffering at home – where his mom could be taking her lips to his forehead every so often to see if he had a fever, and bringing him bowls of soup and fruit cubes on that same familiar bedtray that had accompanied him throughout all his periods of sickness.

Mom would also be making sure he stayed hydrated and took his medicine in time... which by the way, he wasn’t taking any. Logically speaking, Harry knew he should have gone to a pharmacy by now, to get something to make him feel better, but how? When he couldn't even muster the will to get up and go downstairs to fill the empty water bottle perched on his nightstand.

He couldn’t move.

Every single inch of his body hurt.

And now he was starting to get shivery under his bedclothes... for fucks sake.

If only he had Pepper, his spaniel mutt puppy, around to snuggle and keep his body cozy and warm like a hot water bag... then perhaps Harry would've been in a better mood. Yeah, definitely. Pepper would've let him bury his snotty face into its soft fur, and not even think to complain if its owner left a puddle of guck all over said fur.

But well, Pepper isn't there.

And being sick sucks.

Especially because Harry really wants some cuddles... and it hasn't been helping his case whatsoever that in this trying day of illness, his mind has done nothing but think of Y/N.

Pondering over what outfit she must have worn that day and what she might be up to while he’s laying there on his deathbed. He also wonders if she has noticed his absence, and if so… if she’s worried about him.

He huffs once he checks his phone again and realizes there are still no messages from her. She doesn’t have to check on him. He knows that, but he can't help that he likes to be cared for sometimes… and as it turns out illness has a tendency to turn him into a big, needy baby... who really wants to have Y/N taking care of him. It would be so good. She could play with his hair the way he likes, give him forehead kisses, hold his hand…

Harry sighs out loud. Her company would be even better than Pepper's, he believes... although Harry isn't so sure Y/N would enjoy having his snot on her as much as his trusty pup would, but that’s beside the point.

It’s even more beside the point because he knows she's not coming to see him.

She’s mad at him, he recalls now. Stupidly so, if he's allowed to think that - he did nothing wrong, after all. She asked him for a “brutally honest opinion” on a design work she was doing for one of her classes, and he simply gave her what she asked for, plain as that. But of course, then she didn’t like what he had to say and got sulky. Just girls being girls, he guesses…

Harry should've known better than to think that would stop her from coming to see him, though. His girl was a little box of surprises, after all... a true master in the art of keeping him on his toes.

She showed up only half an hour after she was done with her classes... softly knocking on his door before poking her head inside with a smile, only for her jaw to drop in shock at the absolute misery that oozed from his pores.

“Y/N…” His voice cracked sickly, almost comically. Harry could have laughed at it if he wasn't so utterly lethargic. “What- what are you doing here?”

“Well, what do you think?” The girl huffed, shutting the bedroom door behind her and heading towards the end of the bed to get a good look at him, hands on her hips. “Why didn't you tell me you were sick? Here I was, going about my day thinking you had slept in for being a bum, only to find out through your friends that you were unwell.”

Harry bit the inside of his cheek, trying to hide his downright amusement at her worried state. Y/N was worried about him? Well then, perhaps her irritation had passed and she had forgiven him… which meant maybe he’d get to have those cuddles he wanted so bad. “I thought you were mad at me?” He poked, eyebrows arching teasingly the best they could with the little energy the muscles on his face could muster.

“Well, I was and am now even more.” She punctuated. “But I still care, obviously. How am I supposed to leave you by yourself when you look like that?” She put down the bag she was holding at the edge of the bed and kneeled next to it on the floor.

“Look like what?” He frowned again. “All snotty and gross?”

“Precisely… and an awful lot like Rudolph the reindeer as well.” Y/N added, with a soft pat to the tip of his swollen, red nose.

Harry smiled at that, right before his eyes fell on the bag over his bed. “Did you go to the store to get those creepy sheet masks you wanted?”

“Huh?” She muttured confused, before noticing where he was looking at. “Oh no, um… these are just some things I got for you. Just vitamins and those gummies for when you have a sore throat, and also uh…” Y/N's cheeks went a little hot. “I got some chicken soup from the buffet restaurant as well, you know… the one next to the drug store. I thought it might do you good…”

“You went to get all that stuff for me?” Harry asked, Y/N hummed happily in confirmation, her eyes gleaming with tenderness. “Y/N... you shouldn't have. That shit is so expensive, and I'm fine, really. It's just a cold. You dont have to worry, let alone take care of me.”

“No offence, but I think I do.” The girl challenged his statement, picking up the halfway used toilet paper roll placed on his nightstand. “For a start, you shouldn’t even be using this to blow your nose. It’ll only irritate your skin and make it more sore.”

Harry rolled his eyes playfully. “That’s such a mum thing to say…” He grumbled in attempt to mask the fact that the secret big, needy baby in him was loving every single bit of the mom talk, and the same applies to when Y/N clicked her tongue chastisingly once he stubbornly snatched the roll off her hand and pulled out some more paper.

She took the chance that he had moved his arm to move a bit closer, sitting on the edge of the bed next to his pillow. “Is there anything else I can do to make you feel better?” She asked, lovingly running her digits through his unwashed curls. They felt a little waxy and knotty in her hands, but she didn’t mind it in the slightest. She just wanted to make him feel better in any way she could. So she kept playing with his hair, scratching at the roots and combing her fingers through his strands just the way she knew he reveled in - only breaking contact once she was almost certain that he had fallen asleep on her... However, as soon as Y/N began to pull her hand away to check her phone, Harry let out a whine and bumped his forehead against her wrist, in a silent request for her to keep going. “You're such a baby sometimes…” Y/N whispered, proceeding to fulfill his wish.

“Mhm... your baby.” He sighed happily.

Y/N smiled to herself at the state of pure bliss Harry was in. So utterly distracted by the slow puffy nature of his breaths, that she almost didnt notice that his droopy eyes had opened and were now fixed on her. He cleared his throat painfully. “Y/N... can I have one of those gummies you got? My throat hurts and I really want to try one.”

Y/N let out a tiny chuckle at the pleading tone he'd used, nodding as she got up to grab the bottle from the bag. She threw it at him playfully to catch midair, knowing that his reflexes were outstanding. “Ohh these seem nice. I love lemon and honey flavored shit.” He told her whilst inspecting the label.

“Yeah?” Y/N couldn’t help but to grin, feeling quite proud of herself for picking the right flavor. But her smile quickly melted into an expression of concern once she watched Harry crack open the bottle and carelessly throw a bunch of gummies into his mouth. “Harry! What are you- that’s not candy! You can’t eat them by the handful!”

“Oi, chill out… it’s just gummies. What wrong could it do?” He asked as he blithely chewed them. Words coming out garbled since he was speaking in between a mouthful.

“Oh, I don't know, perhaps there could be anesthetics in them... but who knows? It was just a thought.” Y/N ironized.

“Really?” He made a wry face similar to hers, inspecting the label closer. “Do you think we can get high on this shit?” He smirked, still chewing as he rolled the container around to check the ingredients in the back. “Cause I'm not gonna lie, that sounds like a pretty good afternoon plan to me...” He half joked, cracking the bottle open again and dropping a couple more gummies in his palm.

Y/N heaved at the suggestion. “I think it’s more likely that you get a terrible bellyache, and we end up in the ER...”

“You really think so?” Harry asked teasingly, taking another gummy to his mouth.

“Okay, that's enough. Give me that.” Y/N demanded, pushing for him to pass the container, but all he did was shake his head with a mischievous, defiant smirk. The girl rolled her eyes at him. “You know what? Fine.” She shrugged. “Eat as many as you want. Can't wait to watch you shit the bed once those anesthetics give you a loose bottom.”

He chuckled at the warning, amused. “If you’re so bothered, why don’t you come get them from me?” He questioned, but before he could prepare himself Y/N jumped on the bed to try and take the bottle away from his hands, what forced him to abruptly sit up and hold it over his head just so she couldn’t reach it from where she sat. “That was... real cute. Is that all you got, hm?”

Y/N huffed and crawled over his legs until she was practically on his lap. Seeing right through his facade once he happily handed off the gummies without putting up a fight and wrapped his arms around her middle to pull her in for a hug instead. “You must think you're so sly, don't you?” She mumbled in question, going back to petting his hair. “If you wanted a cuddle, you could’ve just said so… I don't mind your germs.”

“I was trying to behave to avoid getting you sick, actually…”

“Yeah right...” Y/N grumbled, dropping her head on his shoulder for a moment. “But I guess, since you've already passed me the germs and all... might as well just give me a kiss, no?” She proposed shyly, waiting for Harry to make the move. He did, pulling away slightly and placing his lips in hers softly. “Mm, more.” She pouted.

“Greedy.” He joshed, pecking the girl's lips again, and again... and once more for good measure. The damage was already done, after all... they might as well just keep doing it. “I feel disgusting, though. If I knew you were coming, I would’ve at least taken a shower and brushed my teeth. Can’t believe you still want to kiss me when I am like this.”

Y/N scratched at the frizzy hairs of his nape. “I promise you don't smell or look nearly as bad as you think you do… and you taste like lemon and honey so, that’s nice.” Harry distrustfully scrunched up his nose at her allegation, sniffing up some in the process before his digits rushed to grab some more toilet paper. He took it to his nose, blowing noisily. “Alright, snotty boy…” Y/N laughed, swiftly crawling off his lap. “How about I go downstairs to plate up our soup while you pick a movie for us to watch as we eat? It can be one of those “guy movies” and all, I promise I won't complain... today only, cause I'm giving you privilege for being sick.”

His eyes strayed towards you with interest, the lower half of his face still covered behind the poorly ripped toilet paper sheets. “I was actually thinking more like a musical or a pixar movie, maybe?”

“God, Harry.” Y/N gasped in awe. “I swear I've never felt more attracted to you in my life. Snot and everything.”

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arhvste · 3 years

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002 SAKUSA KIYOOMI X SHUT UP AND DRIVE SERIES

++ MSBY GARAGE

❝ get you where you wanna go, if you know what i mean, got a ride that’s smoother than a limousine ❞

dt — @omisluvr i hope you like this, i had a lot of fun writing about you and your husband <3

warnings — nsfw : oral [recieving]

“what the fuck were you even thinking when you said yes to him anyway?”

sakusa pinched the bridge of his nose as he stood in the doorway of his high rise apartment. you were looking up at him, eyes glossy and hair drenched. your skin soaked not just from the rain, but from the fresh, hot tears that had run down your face as your hands scrunched the hem of your soaking sweater, the material quickly growing uncomfortable to wear.

the outside hitter sighed before stepping out the way to let you in.

“stay there.” his deep voice rang through your ears as he left to grab you a fresh towel to use.

you stood there, glancing around the sleek apartment as the city lights from down below leaked softly through the windows emitting a soft glow around the room. moments later, you heard footsteps approach as your eyes flickered over to the hallway.

sakusa strode over to you, handsome features highlighted and sharpened under the dim lights. sticking his hand out, he dropped the plush white towel into your awaiting arms as a plastic bag. you looked up at him confused regarding the bag, but before you could ask, he cut straight in.

“strip.”

“excuse me?” you choked out as you stared at the man in disbelief.

“you’re excused.” he muttered bluntly as you wiped your face with the warm towel. “you’re all wet. strip here and go shower and then we’ll talk.” he finished as he turned to leave you standing, dripping wet on the doormat of the entrance.

sakusa walked down the hall towards the bathroom and began to run the hot water and ensure the vents were working for you. having him out of sight, you sniffled and began to peel the wet clothing off your body and toss it into the plastic bag you’d dropped onto the floor. after stripping bare, you wrapped the inviting towel around your cold body and padded towards the bathroom. sakusa had left the light on and had already heated the water for you to prevent any time wasted.

you dropped the plastic bag on top of the white wicker laundry basket and stepped into the wet room style shower. the cool tiles beneath your feet caused shivers to run through your body as you turned the tap on for hot water to flow out.

as a fresh wave of hot water flooded down you, so did a fresh set of hot tears. you did your best to hold back the sobs you’d been keeping in, but it was all too much now.

‘better get it out now before talking.’ you thought as you let the tears flow freely down your face.

luckily, sakusa kept an array of various shower products so you knew you wouldn't have to come out the shower smelling like a six foot plus man who’d had a shower at the gym. after knowing sakusa for so many years, you knew he was picky about his products and you were eternally grateful for his favoured and toned-down scent of ‘ocean waves’.

lathering the soap across every inch of your now warming skin, your sobs slowed down and your breathing less jagged. your chest still hurt, but whether that was your crying causing chest ache or your now-ex causing heart break, you didn’t care anymore. you saw the end of your already deteriorating relationship approaching from a mile away anyway. if anything, you were partially thankful it had come crashing down, ending the anticipation that kept you on edge everyday. you just didn’t think it would actually hurt.

rinsing the soap off and feeling a bit better, you stepped away from the shower head as the water came to a halt. grabbing the fresh towel sakusa had left waiting for you on the radiator, you dried yourself as much as you could before wrapping the towel tightly around your body and stepping out the steaming room.

wandering through the dim hallway, you peeped into sakusa’s room as he scrolled through his phone, slouched on the king sized bed adorned with a firm, but certainly luxury mattress.

you knocked gently as his eyes snapped up at you. his expression still agitated looked, but softening at the sight of you.

“i don't have any spare clothes.” you murmured quietly, stepping into his clean and immaculately kept room.

he hummed before getting off the bed and rummaging through his own drawers. you stood there glancing around all of his medals and trophies won from years of playing in highschool and now pro. you had been present when he had won multiple of these awards. you happened to be one of the lucky few allowed close to sakusa. yes, you had known each other from a young age, but sakusa was ruthless in the sense of cutting people off; you had been someone exempt from that treatment though.

after a few moments, sakusa grunted with a pair of sweats in his hand as he looked down at your damp form.

you were taken aback slightly because despite sakusa slowly becoming more comfortable with personal boundaries, particularly in the recent years, you still grew slightly shocked everytime he willingly loaned you something of his own.

“thanks.” you whispered as you took the dry clothes and headed over to his en suite bathroom.

locking the door behind you, you quickly threw the sweats on and inhaled the natural scent that had rubbed off onto the clothes. sakusa smelt expensive in your opinion. yes, it was his natural scent, but anyone could tell he was a man of serious selfcare just from the scent of his clothes alone.

satisfied with your dry attire, you hung the towel on the radiator before switching off the light and stepping back into sakusa’s bedroom.

the sweats were definitely too big for you, but he had done his best to find one of his older sets in hopes of them perhaps fitting you a little more and for the sake of his own comfort knowing you weren’t wearing any clothes he’d regularly wear and fear catching too many external germs onto. you smiled weakly at him upon catching eye contact as he sighed and patted beside him on the bed.

staying close friends with the germaphobe had definitely benefited you as you had only grown closer to the pro-volleyballer over the years, allowing the two of you to naturally grow physically closer too. there’s not a lot of people in the world sakusa would’ve allowed for them to shower, wear his clothes and especially not sit on his bed, but once again, you were exempt from that, you always were; and he knew why.

“so,” he began, cutting through the thick tension lingering. “what happened exactly.”

always so straight to the point. maybe running to sakusa immediately wasn't the best choice.

“he cheated.” you spoke dryly as sakusa’s frown grew deeper.

“explain.” he pressed as you felt your chest increasingly tighten.

“i showed up to his house and-” your eyes watered as tears began to spill out. opening your mouth to continue, you struggled as no noise came out. scrunching your eyes up in frustration, you sobbed once more but stopped as you felt a warm hand take in your own.

you looked up through blurred vision as sakusa had a firm, but sincere look on his face. tightening his grip slightly on your hand, you shakily breathed out before continuing.

“the door was unlocked, i went in and i saw.”

“saw what?”

“her. the girl he told me not to worry about. the one he promised me was nothing more than a friend.”

sakusa scoffed as you sighed warily, tears dripping down your chin.

“they were um- you know-”

“-having sex. yes, i get the idea.” sakusa quipped as your heart dropped.

“um, yeah. i just left and well, here i am.” you laughed bitterly, face wet once more and vision blurred.

“what a fucking loser.” sakusa spat out bitterly as you hung your head low.

“i don't even know why you said yes to him. what the hell does he even have going for him? tell me what exactly it is that he brings to the table, i’ve been dying to know.”

you looked up as sakusa’s hand held yours tightly.

sakusa looked almost as hurt as you did. you quickly put that idea to bed and assumed it was natural protectiveness. he was your best friend after all. you just didn’t know just how badly he had wanted more than that though.

“he was just- he was just there i guess. someone for me to date. maybe i was just lonely, i don’t know. i, fuck- i dont know omi! i dont fucking know anymore!” you sobbed as sakusa’s eyes softened.

“well. what are you gonna do now?” he spoke sharply, eyes fixated on you.

“nothing i guess. i’ll get over it, i knew it was bound to end anyway.”

“and running to me was your first option?”

“are you really that surprised? i just didn’t know who else to go to.”

sakusa sighed before standing up and urging you to stand up with him.

“where are we going?” you asked, begrudgingly standing up beside his toned form.

“to take you out. i’m not having you soak my sheets with tears caused by a loser.”

“but i’m not dressed for that!” “we’re staying in the car for the most part.” he confirmed, notioning for you to follow him back to the front door where his car keys were left.

you sighed but followed suit as sakusa grabbed one of his own sweaters to put on. looking back at you, sakusa noticed your down expression as his own heart tugged slightly. he could only hope you’d perk up by the time he’d taken you to where he intended. he almost felt bad. almost.

you huffed but followed sakusa out the apartment behind him and waited as he locked the door swiftly behind him. trailing sadly behind him towards the elevator, sakusa watched as your miserable state wallowed in sadness behind him.

waiting for you to get over the damage caused seemed pointless in his opinion. ever the efficient one, sakusa knew exactly how he wanted to go about getting you over your ex faster. he could only hope you’d cooperate with him.

the ride in the elevator with the occasional sniffle from you occupying the majority of the silence. at last, the elevator had reached below ground level and into the underground parking lot for residents to use.

you followed the man out the elevator and stayed close to him and the two of you headed over to sakusa’s reserved parking space. you heart picked up slightly upon locking your eyes onto sakusa’s car.

a matte black aston martin DB11 was parked perfectly into its designated space. the tinted windows showed you back your own reflection as you were met with the sight of your downcast face. brushing stray strands of hair out of your face, you sighed and waited for sakusa to unlock the car for you to get in.

to you, getting into the pro players car was no big deal, you were simply getting into a friends car for a casual outing. to anyone else, this would’ve been a huge deal though. nobody was allowed in sakusa kiyoomi’s car. he denied requests to drop off and pick up others and even teammates. the only exceptions from this rule were yourself and komori. nobody else.

sakusa unlocked the car and you clicked the door open on the passenger side. immediately, your nose was met with the heavy scent of air freshener and leather. the clean and polished interior never failed to impress you every time you rode with sakusa.

the outside hitter climbed into his own seat before shutting his door and waiting for you to shut your own. the leather of the seat cool under your sweats. shivers ran up your spin and the cold temperature car started up at the press of a button.

“strap in.” sakusa glanced over at you before fastening his own seatbelt and looking into the mirror to back the car up safely.

“hold still for a sec.” sakusa muttered as you felt his hand land on your shoulder as he looked back. his body close to yours, sakusa swiftly swung the car out his space as your breath hitched. why the hell did he have to get so close?

“you could’ve held the back of my seat.” you looked over at him as he revved the engine ready to speed out the exit.

“yeah you’re right, i could’ve. i just didn’t want to.” and with that, sakusa hit the acceleration and the car sped out the clear exit at high speed.

your head was thrown back and your heart fluttered at his words but you kept quiet as you tried to calm your nerves. sakusa however, looked like he was out to kill. you were just thankful the roads were clear in the late night.

his jaw tense and eyes sharp, sakusa made no mistakes as he swerved in and out of lanes so cleanly, leaving other drivers with no reason to complain.

“where are we even going?” you spoke up meekly as the man beside you pulled up at a red light. clicking his tongue in annoyance of the hold up, sakusa tilted his head to face you, his wavy mop of hair flopping back as his salient eyes met your own, throwing your heart off course.

“you’ll see.” was all he said as the light flashed amber. head snapping back to the front, sakusa revved his engine once more, hands both tightly gripped the finely stitched leather of the wheel. prominent veins running down the back of his hand, sakusa flexed his fingers before gripping the wheel once more and slamming back down on the accelerator throwing your head back into the headrest for the second time of the night.

if looks could kill, you were certain any driver in your best friends field of vision would’ve been dead at least two times over. you had no idea why he was so angry, but you’d be lying if you said you didn't find him at least slightly attractive. you just couldn't bring yourself to fully admit it though. you were fresh out of an awful break up and the heartache was still there even if sakusa was capable of effortlessly throwing you into a fit of excitement.

you gazed out the window as the car sped along the highway as pulled off the main roads and into the more separated streets. you paid no attention to where it was you were going until a wave of familiarity washed over you. your stomach tightened and your eyes flashed in fear as you quickly turned to see sakusa as focused as before, pulling into a parking space resided along the street of houses next to it.

“what the fuck kiyoomi! why are we here”

“where else would i take you?”

“oh i don't know, 7-11 maybe?!” you huffed as sakusa scrunched his face in disgust.

“that’s not going to help you get over him. this will.”

sakusa nodded towards the houses outside. more specifically, your ex's house.

“i can’t do this, i don’t need this.”

“you can and you want to don’t you?

you stared at him in disbelief as you shook your head.

“not like this, not now.”

“look at me.” sakusa demanded as his hand reached up to cup the side of your face, pulling your gaze directly onto his face.

“he’s a fucking loser. you’ve cried over him enough already and i just can’t sympathise with you anymore, show him that he fucked up.”

you opened your mouth to speak but no words came out. once again, shaking your head, you pulled away from sakusa’s grip as he stared at you confused.

“how? how can i just confront him in this state? you don't understand omi! it still hurts, and i can’t just-”

“-it hurt me too. this whole time it hurt.” sakusa cut in swiftly.

“ever since you said yes to him, i couldn’t understand why it hurt until recently. maybe i should’ve been happy for you. i just couldn’t though. i don’t like him, i never did and you know what? he didn’t deserve you, but i think i do.” he confessed, expression sincere and voice clear and sharp.

“kiyoomi i-”

“-don’t answer me now. it’s not fair of me to just throw something like that at you, i’m sorry but i’m also really not. i’ve been waiting to say this. just please, don’t let yourself fall off over someone like him okay?” he turned away, one hand still firmly gripping the wheel as his other hand reached to start the engine again to drive you both back. your hand intercepted though, stopping him from starting the ignition.

“you’re right, i’m sorry. i promise i won’t so, let me prove it to you.” sakusa turned to face you and raised an eyebrow at your sudden change of attitude.

“i don’t want to cry anymore. not over him, not when i knew it was approaching sooner or later.” you admitted looking up at him. eyes glinting under the dim lights the streetlights provided through the tinted windows.

“then don’t let him make you cry anymore.” sakusa breathed out, voice taking on a soft tone.

“i’m relying on you to keep me in check then.” you whispered slowly leaning into him and letting him meet you halfway.

“well, don’t you worry your pretty little head about that.” his final words muttered out as his slender fingers ran under your jawline as he tilted his head up to meet his own. eyes fluttering shut, sakusa mentally thanked whoever the fuck was looking out for him, because he’d been waiting for this moment for longer than he’d ever care to admit.

pressing his lips onto your own, sakusa’s heart ran laps as you gasped at the feeling his hands gripping your jaw tighter. humming in satisfaction, he deepened the quickly escalating kiss as he pulled you closer and closer to him. god, he just couldn't have you close enough to him.

sliding his hand down to your thighs, sakusa felt the way you had them tightly pressed together as the slow and languid kiss quickly heated with each whine he drew from your lips. growing greedy to hear more, sakusa dominated the kiss completely, teeth scraping along your bottom lip ever so gently, drawing a sharp gasp from your throat. with your lips slightly parted, sakusa slipped his tongue into your mouth groaning at your responsiveness to his actions.

pulling away, he left you gasping but gave you no time to catch your breath as his lips strayed from your own and you felt his hot breath teasing the warm skin of your neck. not wasting another moment, sakusa let his canines dance along your sensitive skin, teasing you and leaving you unaware of his every next move. finally, letting his teeth drag along your collarbone for so long, sakusa kissed, sucked and bit everywhere he had access too. he needed to mark you as his. it would give him enough mental confirmation that you were finally his and you seemed to have no obligation to this in the slightest.

“omi, i can’t-” you whined, frustration building up as the clothes you were wearing now became more and more of a bother.

“i got you princex.” sakusa grunted, shifting his body away ever so slightly.

“please!” you groaned, glaring at the now smirking man.

“whatever happened to ‘i can’t do this’?” he mocked relishing in the control he had over you.

“i didn’t think you meant this!” you whined as sakusa pulled himself off of you momentarily. looking down at your hot and bothered state he felt a wave of pride hit. he did that to you.

“backseat.” he demanded notioning behind him.

“what?” you breathed out.

“you heard. backseat.” you grumbled but obliged regardless, climbing into the backseats of the luxury car. sakusa followed suit and hovered over your aching body as you rested your head against the doors tinted window, waiting for sakusa to do something, anything.

“so obedient.” he sighed trailing his fingers along the waistband of the already loose sweats, hands slowly slipping under the material, tugging them off painfully slow, much to your impatience.

your breathing stuttered as the man pressed a soft trail of kisses along your now exposed thighs, the temperature of the car only increasing as the air got thicker and thicker.

“please.” you whispered as his kisses met the ache between your legs.

eyes lustfully looking up at you, sakusa smiled against the skin of your inner thigh, breath hitting dangerously close to where you needed his attention the most.

“since you asked so nicely.” he praised, fingers hooking under the thin waistband of your soaked through panties. pulling them down, his eyes flickered up to meet your own. a look of sincerity glinted in his eyes as you nodded at him, permitting him to grant what you both wanted, what you both needed. you wanted this as much as he did and he’d be a fool to pass up an opportunity like this. the opportunity to show you what you could’ve had from the start, none of that mattered now though. you could his now, he’d make up for all the time lost, starting with now.

gasping at the sudden feeling of his tongue dipping into your slit, sakusa’s confidence only built up knowing you were comfortable with this. the warmth of his tongue causing you squeeze your eyes shut as shivers ran up and down your spine. fully trusting himself now, sakusa worked his mouth on your clit, hungrily chasing the desperate pleads ands gasps he’d quickly grown attached to. he needed to draw more of these out of you and he’d do just that.

toying with your clit with his tongue, sakusa groaned at the feeling of your hands quickly grabbing the base of his hair, tugging him closer and closer in desperate attempts to get him to go deeper. he made it his aim to get you just as hooked onto the feeling of intimacy as he was and you seemed to be following suit perfectly.

“k-kiyoomi!” you gasped, tugging harder at the dark strands tightly gripped between your fingers. his eyes flashed up at you, an almost unreadable expression shown as he pulled away momentarily. “you’re so beautiful you know,” he sighed before moving his mouth back down to your twitching core “so fucking beautiful.” he praised as he glanced up to memorize each pleasured expression that twisted across your face. he felt so proud knowing he was the one doing this to you, only he could make your eyes roll back the way he did, only he could draw out those pretty sounds that escaped your lips. he knew he was the only one capable because he knew he was always the better choice for you, he was better than your ex in every single way and he was just relieved he was finally getting the chance to prove it to yourself.

completely encasing your core between his lips once more, he swallowed everything you gave him so selfishly, refusing to let anything go to waste and spill onto the seats, it’s not like he could let anything go to waste anyway, not when you tasted this fucking good and certainly not when you were in his clean car.

“o-omi, more!” you chanted as sakusa grunted as you felt the knot inside of you progressively tighten. firm fingers gripping your hips, sakusa curled his tongue inside of you making sure to lap up everything he got out of you. you whined and chanted sakusa’s name like a mantra as he continued to worship your body with his mouth.

“please, please, please!” you recited desperately over and over again as you felt yourself closer to the edge.

“so good for me.” sakusa praised pulling away and loosening his grip on you, your arousal coating his chin. keeping one hand firmly gripped onto your waist, he moved his other hand down for his fingers to pinch and toy with the bud as his tongue quickly dipped back into your tight pussy as you felt your high quickly chase up on you.

“f-fuck!” you cried out as you felt your back arch as the ecstasy crashed down on you. his actions didn’t stop though, as his thumb continued to circle your clit with slow but firm movements only further forcing your mind to go blank. mindless babbles dribbled out your mouth as you slowly came down from your peak, sakusa continued to let every drop of arousal spill into his mouth before he pulled away panting.

face flushed, but satisfied, he caught his own breath and waited for you to fully come back to your senses. your own breathing once again jagged, you looked up at him shyly as you leaned forward to rest your head against his.

“s-shit, i didn’t think it would go this far.” sakusa admitted, grabbing a tissue from the side compartment to wipe his face. a look of disgust flashed momentarily on his face when he saw the mess on the tissue, but silently praising himself for keeping his car free from any spills onto the plush leather seats.

you laughed breathily before fluttering your eyes shut.

“i knew coming to see you was a good idea.”

“you didn’t know this was going to happen, fuck, i didn’t even know this was going to happen. i only brought you here to confront him.” the dark haired male sighed before pulling away from you.

the two of you stayed like that for a few moments, a comfortable silence lingering in the compressed air of the car. you hadn’t verbally confirmed it yet, but sakusa knew from this moment onwards you were finally his. a blissful feeling bubbled up inside of him as he processed what had just happened.

suddenly, a loud tap on the window caused the two of you to jolt in shock as you instinctively gripped the hem of the disregarded sweats in attempts to cover your exposed body. leaning over to the front drivers seat, sakusa peered at the window and was met with the furious face of your ex. scoffing, he slid into the driver's seat and let the window roll down to come face to face with the man you called your boyfriend several hours prior to what had just happened.

“what the fuck are you doing here?” you ex spat in anger as sakusa glared back equally as bitter.

“enjoying myself.” sakusa boredly stated as your ex’s face twisted into an expression of horror upon noticing you climbing back over to the front passenger seat with your clothes now back on, but appearance definitely disheveled.

“with that bitch?” the man outside of the car hissed as sakusa blocked his view.

“first of all, that so-called bitch? mine now, should’ve been from the start actually and secondly, get your disgusting presence away from my car, i’ve already had it deep cleaned this week and thanks to you, it’s gonna have to go back to be cleaned thoroughly again.”

your ex scoffed before backing up slightly.

“whatever, get the fuck out of my parking space though, and you,” he started past sakusa and directly into your eyes. “this makes you just as bad as me now so get off your high-horse.”

“actually,” you spoke up, hand resting on sakusa’s forearm to calm his peaking rage. “it doesn’t. kiyoomi was just a friend throughout the entirety of our relationship, he should’ve been the one to have been more than that though. it was never you.” you spoke briskly and cooly as sakusa smirked beside you.

before your ex could even open his mouth, sakusa let the windows slam but up before pressing the ignition.

“let’s just get out of here, you’re tired and it’s been a long day for you.” he offered a small smile as you nodded. outside, your ex was still yelling and begging for answers as the two of you took no notice. firing the engine back up, sakusa didn’t bother looking back before slamming onto the acceleration and speeding the two of you back through the streets and onto the main highway to take you back to his apartment where the two of you had things to talk about.

there was a lot lingering in the both of your minds, but you were certain the two of you were finally on the same page.

sakusa was upset you were hurt, but it didn’t matter now. you were his and over time, he’d help build you back up again, hand in hand, he wanted to put the time and effort into you that he had been wanting to do from the very start.

there weren’t a lot of people sakusa kiyoomi allowed close to him, would go out of his way for, would even care about for that matter, but as always, each and every time, you were exempt from that.

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i-need-entertainment · 3 years

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Keiji Akaashi + “Make you mine”

This is the 6th Oneshot for the Valentines Day Event Thank you so much to the anon who requested this!!

Character: Akaashi x reader

Akaashi watched from the other side of the gym as you talked with Bokuto; laughing and easily carrying on a conversation as Akaashi watched, wishing he could talk to you that easily. For just over a year, Akaashi had had the biggest crush on you. There was just one problem. Akaashi could not talk to you to save his life. And absolutely no one understood why! Akaashi was known for being cool and collected, never really being affected by the changes around him and always adapting well in situations.

But for whatever reason, he could never act like that with you. Now, he wasn’t all *blushy blushy* and UwU, more just, he never felt like he could talk to you like the others could...He saw how you had stars in your eyes when you talked to Bokuto, or how you always laughed at Konoha’s jokes, or maybe it was the way you never felt intimidated talking to Washio. He didn’t know, but whatever it was he just knew he wanted to talk to you like that. To tell you how he felt.

“Yo! Ahkaashi!” He snapped his head up to see Bokuto waving a hand towards him, beckoning him over to where you, and a good chunk of the team were standing. “Yeah?” He jogged over, returning the small smile you sent him with one of his own before he settled his attention on the rambunctious ace. “You’re goin’ out with us to the mall on Saturday right?”

His eyebrow raised as he looked at Bokuto with suspicion. “...Uh, yeah. We talked about this at lunch Bokuto.” An irk mark appeared on Bokuto’s face as he tried to play it off, you and the rest of the team trying to mute your snickers. “ANYways~ We just needed to be sure~” Akaashi narrowed his eyes in suspicion, your face taking on a look of confusion as well. “Bokuto what do you me-” “ALRIIIIGHHT!!! Let’s get back to practice shall we~” Bokuto smirked as he strutted to the court, high fiving a smug looking Konoha before their practice started again.

*Saturday*

Akaashi stepped off of the train and headed in the direction of the mall, hands stuffed down in his jackets pockets as he burrowed into the collar of his jacket. It was only October, but it had been unnecessarily cold recently. He continued to walk to the normal meeting place, the fountain just outside of the food court. He was 7 minutes early, but he was a little shocked to see there was no one else there yet. Usually Washio or Onaga would be there already, since they lived near by, but there was no one. He checked his phone to make sure no one canceled last minute, he grimaced when he saw a message from Bokuto.

Bokuto:

‘Hey Ahgkaashi!’

Akaashi sighed as he read the text, even in text the simple minded ace still couldn’t get his name right...

‘your probly wondering where we are

dont! cause were not coming~’

Akaashi deadpanned as he read that last text, he did not wake up this early on a Saturday for this-

‘Enjoy your date~’

Akaashi narrowed his eyes at his phone before he heard rushed footsteps approaching. He looked up to see you walking quickly towards him. ‘date...wAit DATE?!’ Akaashi’s eyes widened as he realized what had happened...the rest of the team had ditched...to force him into confessing...depending on how this goes they’re dead- “Sorry if i’m late! I couldn’t get out of bed- um...where’s the rest of the team?”

Akaashi sighed, running a hand through his dark messy hair before slipping his phone in his pocket. “Apparently they couldn’t make it...I guess it’s just us today.” your face turned into one of uncertainty, ‘She probably doesn’t want to spend time with you...just offer to walk her home and be sad about it later..’ “Listen...you don’t have to stay if you don’t want to, I get it if you’d rather be with the team than just me, I can, uh walk you home..if you want..”

Your heart slightly broke at hearing how dejected he sounded, it helped to snap you out of your own anxious thoughts thinking he didn’t want to be there with you! “Actually..if you don’t mind I’d like to spend the day with you.” Akaashi’s blue eyes widened slightly before he nodded, clearing his throat as he tried to recompose himself. “Where do you want to go first?” You thought for a second, “Definitely Starbucks; I need caffeine before we do anything.”

Akaashi smiled at that, “No objections here.” With that, the two of you went on your way to the first stop of the day. “What are you getting?” You looked at the menu, “f/d.” He nodded, before stepping up to the register and getting his coffee and your f/d, paying for both before you could stop him. “You didn’t have to do that!!” He shook his head as he handed you your drink with a small, a bit more bashful smile, “Don’t worry about it.”

You lightly smiled, stepping forward to give him a small kiss on the cheek, “Thank you, Akaashi. Um, anyways, let’s get going..” You turned and started to walk away, Akaashi shaking his head and catching up with you, desperately trying to slow his heart before it jumped out of his chest. The rest of the day went...pretty smoothly in all honesty. Akaashi felt more comfortable, more confident. And honestly, he can’t remember the last time he had this much fun. You were feeling the same about him.

It was 5:11, the sun had just started to set and Akaashi was currently walking you home. You heard him take in and release a deep breath before he stopped, turning his body towards yours as you had stopped as well. You could feel your heart pounding in your chest. “...I apologize if I misread your actions, and I hope this doesn’t damage our relationship...” You felt the blood rush to your face, your eyes comically blinking and your breath caught in your lungs. “U-uhm, Akaashi? Are you okay-”

The words got stuck in your throat as he took a step closer, setting the bags he was carrying for you on the ground before he softly took your hands in his. “I like you Y/n....and I know, I’ve done a really bad job of showing how I felt but...I like you, a lot. And I’ll understand if you don’t feel the same, or if you don’t want to talk to me after this..” Giving you one last look he turned around, heading home to drown his sorrows there.

You shook your head, internally slapping yourself for failing to give him an answer. Without even having to think you grabbed his sleeve, tugging him back to you as you tightly wrapped your arms around him in a firm hug, burrowing your head into his shoulder. “I like you to Akaashi...really I do! I just didn’t know you felt the same!”

He let out a sigh of relief before smiling and holding you tight by your shoulders, heart finally starting to calm down. “That’s good...I really didn’t want you to stop talking to me..” You laughed as you shook your head. “Even if I didn’t return your feelings, which I do!” He chuckled, “I would never stop being your friend, I don’t think I could, you’re a great guy Akaashi...” A light pink settled across his face and on the tips of his ears. “...I’d be even better if you agreed to be my girlfriend..” You laughed, making him smile even wider as you nuzzled into his neck. “I accept.”

*Somewhere in the distance*

“ALLRII-” Konoha grimaced as he slapped a hand over Bokuto’s mouth, the rest of the team stilling as they sincerely ~hoped~ they hadn’t been caught. When they realized you and Akaashi were still embracing they heaved a sigh of relief. Akaashi wasn’t known for violence, but that was a chance they didn’t need to take....Now all that’s left is to make sure he never finds out that they followed them the entirety of the day....

“Put your hand in mine, you know that I want to be with you all the time, You know that I won’t stop until I make you mine, until I make you mine.”

#akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji #akaashi x y/n #haikyu x reader #Haikyuu!!#haikyuufanfiction #Valentines Day Event 2021 #hq oneshot #y/n #fukurodani

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futurebicon · 3 years

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No Control Part 2

Part 2. I'm actually managing to write these faster than I thought I would be able to. Part 3 will probably take a little bit longer considering I had more time during the weekend. But I hope part 3 will be out as soon as I can write it.

Warning- hospital, mentions of car accident, semi and brief panic attack (?), no medical knowledge

Remus didn't know what to do as he sat in the cold metal chair of the hospital waiting room.

Leo was frozen. Staring blankly at the wall in front of him. His pupils were wide and his skin was a ghostly pale. His chest was rising and falling quicker than it probably should be.

He was 19 years old. He had never lost someone before and now he was in danger of loosing one of the loves of his life. No wonder his mind was trying to protect him.

Shock

Finn was pacing the room and would of punched the wall about half a dozen times if Dumo hadn't stopped him.

Anger

Remus didn't know what was going on. He kept looking towards the doors thinking Sirius would walk through them with his bright smile and kiss him with his soft lips. "Ready to go, mon loup? Doctors said I'm fine so you can stop your worrying. Lets go home and cuddle and maybe later I can prove to you just how fine I am."

Denial

+++

The team trickle in quickly.

James and Lily first. James wanted a play by play of what happened as Lily ran over to Remus with tears on her face. She pulled him into her side and let him cry.

Regulus was next. Pale and frantic. He went over to Leo after squeezing Remus's shoulder in a desperate attempt to comfort. He sat beside his best friend and didn't say anything, just let him process what was happening while hoping his presence help enough.

Remus must have zoned out because when he blinked again the entire team had filled the small waiting room.

"What happened?" James asked again.

"Uh-" Remus explained how they got the call with stuttered and hitched breaths.

+++

"Sirius Black?" The doctor walked into the waiting room.

"Is he okay?" Remus jumped up.

She smiled kindly. "Have a seat."

That can't be good.

"Sirius is in surgery right now to fix severe internal bleeding in his head and to remove his spleen which was ruptured in the crash."

"Oh god." James breathed.

"Now I know it sounds extremely bad but he can survive without a spleen. The only long lasting effects will be a weakened immune system." She calmed their nerves only slightly.

"He does have severe head trauma, the extent of which we won't know until he wakes up. He broke four ribs, one of which punctured his lung. Along with that he also broken both his tibula and his fibula on his left leg. And has severe whiplash. It might not seem like it but he is suspected to make a full recovery. I'll be back if anything happens and when he's out of surgery." She left the room, passing a man in a matching white coat on the way out.

"Logan?" Leo choked.

The doctor nodded and sat down. "His injuries are extensive but he will be able to make a full recovery."

They all let out a sigh of relief.

"He has severe internal bleeding in his chest, abdomen, and head. He also has severe whiplash. His kidney's were mildly damage and he has bruising on his heart. I know it sounds terrifying but all it means is he needs to take it slow and not move around too much." He told them. "You'll be able to see him once we get him stable."

"He- he's not stable?" Finn stammered.

"His vitals are taking a while to get under control." He hesitated. "But it's nothing too concerning considering the trauma his body went through."

They two didn't say anything and the doctor left the room to silence.

+++

Logan was awake when they came in.

"Hi, loves." He rasped out.

Finn sobbed and had to stop himself from flinging himself into his injured boyfriend.

"Shh. I'm okay. I'm okay." His words were slow but held comfort as he cupped his face with a bandaged hand. "I'm okay."

"Lo" Leos voice was gasped and choked. He made no attempt to hide the fear.

"Hey Peanut." Logan smiled. "Come here"

Leo took a step towards him and stopped. "I dont- um- what if I-"

"You're not gonna hurt me. I'm okay."

"But I could." He scanned the room like he was trapped.

"Hey" Finn stood up and walked over to the teenager who hadn't fully come out of his shock yet and seeing his love like this made his mind want to hide away again.

"Here." He gently led him over to the hospital bed. "He's okay."

"Hi, my baby." Logan smiled and grabbed Leo's hand.

"You're okay?"

"I'm okay." Logan nodded.

"Promise?" His voice was broken and his eyes never stopped their sweep of the room.

"I promise."

"Okay." He breathed out and finally calmed down enough to sit beside Logan's bed.

+++

"Hey, Loops" Logan nodded at the pale man as the team walked in. "Any updates?"

"He's still in surgery." His voice was rough with tears and misuse. "How are you feeling?"

"Sore and in pain but I'm alive." He shrugged.

"Thankfully." Dumo walked over.

"Hey, Dumo." Logan hugged him as well as he could.

"Scared me for a while there, kiddo."

"Sorry about that."

"So what happened exactly?" Kasey asked.

"We were gonna go get something to eat and Sirius turned at a greenlight. Someone ran the light and hit Sirius's side. We spun out and then rolled, fuck I don't even know, a lot of times. I think I blacked out on the six or seventh roll. Maybe the second. It felt like forever. I don't know when, or if, Sirius blacked out." Logan explained.

"Kept saying your name though." He looked up at Remus.

Remus's hazel eyes filled with tears and he let out a sob into his elbow.

"Sorry."

"No, no it's okay." Remus sniffled back the tears. "Just, uh, just worried. You know?"

"He'll be alright." Logan told him before smiling. "We just have to come up with some new nickname for him now that he doesn't have a spleen or an immune system."

"Spleenless."

"Captain of the sick ship."

"Sniffles"

"Captain Spleen."

"No mo munie."

They all threw around names.

"He's gonna be more upset about the fact that he won't be able to hide when he's sick than he'll be about the missing organ." James laughed.

"Probably." Remus nodded.

Their laughs were cut off by a knock on the door. "Remus Lupin?" Sirius's doctor, Dr. Gemma, walked in.

"Yeah. What's going on? Is he alright?"

"He's out of surgery and awake." She told them with a kind smile.

"So he's okay?"

"He is showing signs of very, very slight amnesia. Just not remembering the accident at all which is completely understandable and no cause for concern."

"Can I see him?"

"Of course." She nodded.

Remus followed after her with whispers to update them on how he is.

+++

"I do have to warn you about the possible side effects he could start to show or is already showing." Dr. Gemma said as they walked down the long hallways.

"Like what?"

"As I said he does have slight amnesia. He seems to either be having hearing problems or is having a hard time understanding speech. Possibly both. He might also be having difficulty thinking. There is other symptoms that he hasn't shown yet but might in the future, headaches, seizure, nausea, vomiting, fever, and more. If any of these happen or anything concerning, page us immediately."

They finally turned down the hallway that seemed to be his.

"I'll let you two be, and again, page us immediatly if anything happens or if you need anything. Okay?" They stopped outside his door.

"Okay, thank you."

"No need for thanks." She smiled. "Now go see him. You were the first thing he asked about when he woke up."

Remus smiled at that and pushed the door open. He tried hard not to react to all the wires surrounding him but it was hard not too. All he could do to try was hurry over to his lovers side.

"Hi, baby." He smiled through tears as his hazel eyes saw grey. "Hi" He gripped his hand tightly.

"Re" Sirius said slowly.

"Yeah. yeah. It's me, baby. I'm right here. You're okay. You're okay." He kissed his forehead to hide the tears.

"Don't- cry- mon loup." It took him a while to say.

"Sorry. You just scared me for a little while." Remus smiled at him. "Are you feeling okay?"

Sirius gave him a confused look.

"What? What's wrong? Are you okay? What do you need?" Remus rambled in concern.

"Shh" Sirius set a hand on Remus's. "Okay" He talked about himself. "Just, too many."

"Too many what, love?"

"Words. Can't know. Don't think." He was begining to get frustrated.

"It's okay." Remus said slower. "I know. It's okay."

Sirius nodded and relaxed against the pillows.

"Said Logan- with- hurt?" the words were chopped and Remus could see the frustration in his eyes.

"Logan was in the car." Remus nodded. "But he's okay. The team is with him."

"Team?" Sirius furrowed his eyebrows and blinked in confusion.

"Your hockey team." Remus tried to keep the panic out of his voice. "James, Dumo, Logan, Leo, Finn, Kasey, Walker, Kuny, Olli-"

"I remember." Sirius cut him off. "Just forgot."

"That's okay. The doctors said that would happen."

"See them?" Sirius asked hopefully.

"See the doctors?"

"No. Team."

"Oh, yeah. Yeah. I'm sure the team will be here soo-"

As if they heard them, a group of hockey players knocked on the door and walked into the hospital room

I really don't like this part compared to part one.

Thank you @lumosinlove for letting us take your happy, lovely characters and make them be in pain

#lumosinlove #sweater weather #sweater weather lumosinlove #coops #oknutzy #car crash #No Control

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mandareeboo · 3 years

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I dont have anything exact for a prompt for dc superhero girls but like... any of them that you want to write abt... simply they are girlfriends ur honor <3

"So," says Babs, conversationally. "Are you a 'one and done' kinda gal, or a 'take it slow, let it go' kind?"

Karen bit her lip. Her fingers were shaking as they dug into the wood of her desk. They'd decided it was best to do this in the Gordon home, seeing how the faintest trace of what was sticking out of her arm could send their friend into serious agony. "Um. Both sound terrible. But I guess I'd rather just be done with the pain."

"Mm-hmm." The redhead adjusted her grip on the shard of kryptonite sticking out of her arm blaster. "Gonna be honest with you, Bee. This went in at an angle. It cut you going in, it's probably gonna cut you coming out. Is there anything I can get you to make this less stressing?"

"A stuffy?" she asked. "Preferably not bat-shaped. Not that bats aren't cool. But you usually stuff explosives into the bat ones."

Babs deems that fair and retrieves what Karen can only assume is the least beloved teddy bear she's ever seen. It's fur is bright brown- or it would be, without the dust. This was clearly an ancient Christmas or birthday present, tossed around but never truly used, with just enough sentimentality to avoid being thrown out or donated. Karen stuffs the teddy into the crook of her elbow and squeezes. Hard.

"Are you going to count to three?" she asked.

Babs shook her head. "You'd tense on three. Flexing the muscles is a bad idea."

"Okay. Then wh-"

She tightened her grip and yanked. Hard.

Karen let out a yip and buried her face into the bear. She didn't want to imagine the disaster it'd be if the Commissioner heard.

"I got it!" Babs exclaimed, holding the rock up into the fluorescent light. "Man, I wish I could study this stuff. But I don't want to risk Kara getting sick having it close by."

"Yeah," she answered, trying not to get sick herself over the faintest bit of blood. Karen tapped a few buttons on her panel and the limbs popped off one by one, falling to the floor with a clatter. Karen yanked up her sleeve. "Oh, that's not so bad."

Babs, wetting a cotton ball, agreed with her. "Won't even need stitches. This time I'm definitely gonna count, okay?"

"Yes, please."

It doesn't take long to do the medical end of things. It was, all things considered, a surprisingly small gash. That said, getting cut with a rock was a great way to make yourself hate antiseptic. The crisp white bandage was probably a bit too much, but Babs is thorough.

The damage to her armor, however, is pretty damning. Karen felt her stomach squirm as she opened the hull, revealing ripped circuits, damaged data boards, and a couple of melted discs. Not cheap to purchase. She was going to have to run on bubblegum and duct tape for a while. (Not that that was out of the ordinary)

"Back to the drawing board?" Babs hummed, hefting a truly breathtaking toolbox out of thin air. "I'll go to the lair tomorrow and see if I can't scavenge you a few parts from first-drafts bat weapons."

"Thank you." Karen pulled out a wrench, feeling it in her hands. Her grip wasn't too affected. Good. "Back to the drawing board."

There was a clatter on the stairwell, too fast and too heavy to be Commissioner Gordon's, and there was Diana, flinging open the door in her full Wonder Woman garb. "KAREN ARE YOU-" She caught sight of Karen and seemed to lose an entire inch as she sighed with relief. "Oh, thank Zeus."

Babs let out a shriek. "Diana, did you walk to my house dressed in full uniform? What is somebody saw?"

"I did not walk; I ran. I told the your father I was doing a 'costume play'." Diana seemed to struggle to regain her poise at the sight of the bandage on Karen's arm, jaw tightening. "I was told you jumped in front of Supergirl, little Bumblebee."

Karen let out an awkward chuckle, rubbing her arm. "I think that's a bit of a stretch. Y'see, Babs and I have been prepping ourselves for cases like these, and-"

"Cases like these?" Diana echoed. Her voice was flat. "Cases like what, exactly?"

"Kryptonite weapons!" Babs chirped, holding up the stone. She'd had the sense of mind to wipe it off, at least. "Just being near the stuff can weaken Kara. We didn't even want to consider what might happen if she got poked by it. So we've made work-arounds; thicker armor around our limbs, metal designed to avoid skin-contact with sharp objects, etc. The next step is if they find a way to make it into a ray gun or something, but that's mostly if it's somehow too quick for Kara to dodge, and, let's be real, that probably won't-"

"Barbara." The girl stopped instantly. "Leave me and Bumblebee alone for a moment, please. We need to talk."

Karen gulped.

Babs shot her an apologetic look, then gave the Amazonian some finger guns. "Righty-o, boss. I'll go make us some snacks." She paused at the door, looking over her shoulder. "Just gimme a ring when you're ready, alright?"

Diana jerked her head in a nod. She watched with frightening intensity as the knob clicked closed.

"Diana-"

She whirled around. "Why was I not made aware of this? You and Barbara have been plotting to- to collect shards in your limbs like cufflinks! And you never-"

"It's not our first choice!" Karen held up our hands. "It's not even our last choice, Diana. We're also making shields, and inhibiters. It's an extreme emergency, last resort thing. And we've not even fixed the bugs!"

"It was faulty and you did it anyway?" She shrunk down as Diana slammed her hands on the table. "You could have been seriously injured! Or worse!"

"Diana," she said, showing off the bandage. "I'm mortal, not a water balloon. Trust me, I would have never done this if I thought it would be lethal."

Diana, for her part, did look a bit chastised. Her shoulders fell. "I am... sorry, little Bumblebee. I did not mean to doubt your abilities. It's just- I was out of the loop for one mission, and I came home to find my strongest warrior hardly able to move as she told me you were taken elsewhere for serious wounds."

"Kara talked to you?"

"She tried. She was crying."

Karen winced. She knew Kara would hate this idea. That's why they'd been so quiet about it. "I'm sorry I worried you all, but I wasn't in any real danger."

"This time. What of next time?"

"Now that we know they're onto our weaknesses, there won't be a next time."

"There shouldn't have been a first time!" Diana got down on one knee to hold her arm with great respect. This was one of the few positions she was actually taller than the Amazonian, and it made Karen nervous. She knew how bad it felt to be small. She never wanted other people to feel that way. "Is it bad, αγάπη μου?"

And Karen, smart and strong and absolutely weak to puppy dog eyes, couldn't stop herself. "I was in front of her."

Diana sucked in a breath.

"When it went off. I was in front of Supergirl." Karen forced herself to go on. It felt horrible to say out loud. A betrayal. But she had already betrayed Kara, hadn't she? She needed to own up to it. Reassure them all that she deserved the little scratch on her arm. "I dodged. I dodged out of the way. How horrible is that, Diana?"

"Darling-"

"I dodged," she repeated, voice wobbly with unshed tears. "I knew it could kill her, and I dodged." Fingers dug into her skirt. Her own fingers. The cut burned. "I'm a terrible person."

Diana's fingers cupped her chin, bringing her gaze back to her. "No. Never. You are human, Karen. You were scared."

Karen wished it was that easy. But, to her, it wasn't. She wasn't enough. "Heroes are supposed to take risks."

"Heroes must be alive to take those risks." Diana's fingers tightened their grip- not enough to hurt, but holding her in place. "Please, αγάπη μου. No more secret extreme emergency, last resort things. We are warriors, not blockades to toss in front of each other."

"Promise," she said, and it was the easiest promise she ever made. "...Can we call Babs back in, now? I'm gonna need her help un-soldering some things."

Wonder Woman swooped up for a kiss. Karen was someone who got electrocuted a lot, but nothing so simple had even a bit of life compared to being held and loved by the strongest woman in Metropolis, especially when she smiled like that. "In a moment. Allow me some time with you alone. It’s selfish, but it’s... human.”

#HERE'S THE BITCH #1500 words jesus #I think I'm legally obligated to post this on fanfic/ao3 just for that alone #Ask #Question Mandar #Drabble Prompts #dapper-nahrwhale #DC Superhero Girls 2019 #Diana Prince #Karen Beecher #Barbara Gordon #I don't think this ship has a name?#I mean I think I'm the only goddamn person shipping it #Which is fair #So I will dub the #Diaren #Blood #Blood TW #But it's EXTREMELY light

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shadow-assassin-blix · 3 years

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Be Still, My Heart

PART 2

Marcus Pike x Tatted/Pierced!Reader

A/n: Pasts relationships are revealed. Possible hints at the future. Did I make up the story about his ex wife and gave it a little extra angst? Yeah. But is all good. Steel will heal him.

Everything tag: @mikeisthricedeceased

Pedro tag: @m-1234 @fioccodineveautunnale @artsymaddie��

The next morning Steel was pacing in and out of her closet, trying to figure out what to wear for her lunch date. Nothing fit right, this dress made her look fat, that one made her look like a square. That out fit had too many holes or had a strange stain? She couldn’t figure out from what??

She had thrown out half her closet onto her bed and was growing frustrated as time passed. She had showered that morning and was walking around in a robe with her hair air drying. She fiddled lightly with her lip piercing as she stared at her dwindling closet and the pile of clothes on the bed.

She had an hour left before Marcus would arrive and she had no idea what to wear. Should she wear something cute? Or should it be something comfy since they would be also be working on packing up her house? Why was this so difficult? She sighed loudly, running her hand over her face, exasperated.

She began giving herself a pep talk, “Marcus doesn’t care what you look like. You could literally wear a burlap sack and he’d think you were hot. Just grab some jeans and a cute top and go.”

She did just that after a moment of more debating, finalizing the outfit. She threw on some flats, just as she heard the doorbell ring. She moved downstairs, to the door, opening it with a smile.

Who she saw there was not who she was expecting.

“Valentina. What… what are you doing here?” She asked nervously.

“Heard you were moving. That true?” Valentina asked casually, leaning against the door-jam.

Valentina was a teenaged girl, with long dark curly hair, bright hazel eyes, and tanned skin. She looked every bit of her Latina background.

“Yes. I’m being transferred to DC. What… why are you here honey?” She questioned, her eyes darting around as she looked for any sign of oncoming trouble.

“My brother misses you. He won’t say it, but he does,” Valentina mentioned with a shrug.

Steel didn’t know what to say that. Her brother was named Felix, and he was the reason why she wound up having to leave the gang unit.

She had developed feelings for him while undercover, and when he found out she was a federal agent, he had nearly killed her and her partner.

“Sweetie… does he know you are here?” Steel inquired with a small sigh.

“No. He doesn’t. I just… I missed you too,” Valentina confessed as she fiddled with her fingers.

Steel felt her heart break a little at that.

“Honey… I miss you as well, but it’s… I…” Steel struggled to speak.

As she struggled to find the words to say to her, Marcus had pulled up, and was making his way to the door. He slowed a bit as he reached the two of them.

“Hey, who is this?” He wondered as he stopped near them.

“No one important apparently,” Valentina huffed as she turned and walked away.

Steel tried to stop her, but Valentina had picked up her pace, and disappeared down the street.

“I interrupted something important, I feel,” Marcus said uncertainly.

“It’s… a long story. Um. I can… explain over lunch,” Steel replied somewhat deflated.

She grabbed what she needed for their lunch date, her purse and phone, and locked up before leaving.

They went to a small café nearby that served sandwiches and wraps; once they had their food, they sat outside eating peacefully.

“Did… did anyone tell you why I was transferred out of the gang unit?” Steel began after a few bites into her wrap.

“No. I heard rumors, but I wasn’t going to pay them much mind. I figured you would explain it fully one day,” Marcus noted with a thoughtful look.

“I was undercover… and I fell in love with the worst possible person. The leader of this up-and-coming gang. Felix. He… could be extremely charming. I fell for him hard. I spent 3 years undercover, and when it was revealed that I was federal agent… he lost it,” She continued, staring at her wrap, no longer hungry.

“What do you mean he lost it? What did he do? Did he hurt you?” Marcus asked, concern growing with each question.

“He… badly hurt my partner and shot me. Left me for dead. I’m not going to go into details, but the damage he did to my partner was so great that… they wound up leaving the agency. I was given the choice to either transfer or take early retirement, at half benefits. We… had disgraced the agency essentially. So… here I am,” She finished with a weak smile.

“I’m sorry you had to go through that. So, the girl who came to see you, she’s…?” He gently prompted.

“His kid sister. Valentina. I adored her. She’s a good kid. Straight A student who wants to be a doctor of some sort when she grows up. I dont know why she came to me today, she heard I was moving, I guess. I was nervous cause Felix usually doesn’t let her go too far without him. Figured he had come to finish the job,” Steel shrugged, taking a somewhat shaky sip of her drink.

Marcus nodded, “She probably cares for you. If you were in her life for 3 years, she’s probably attached to you. Don’t blame her. You are pretty wonderful.”

Steel smiled, looking away at the compliment. They finished their meal, silently. Steel had lost a great deal of her appetite and had only had a couple more bites, before giving up entirely.

They got into Marcus’ car; however, Marcus didn’t start it. He looked at her for a moment.

“Where would she be at this time?” Marcus asked her.

“Huh? Where would who be?” She was confused.

“Valentina. Where would she be at, at this time of day?” Marcus clarified.

“Probably home. Why?” She was still confused.

“Listen. In less than a month, you will be in DC. Do you want to leave here, knowing that she’s still upset about what happened or do you want to give her some sort of closure?” He insisted as he looked at her softly.

Steel was silent for a moment. She quietly told him the address, knowing on some level he had a point.

30 minutes later, they were parked outside a large apartment complex, and she could see many gang members walking around. Toward the center, she spotted Valentina…with Felix. She hated that as she looked at him, her heart still raced.

“Do me a favor… stay in the car please. I can’t lose another partner. Or someone else I care a great deal for. So, no matter what happens… stay here,” She quietly pleaded with him.

She stepped out, taking a deep breath. She strode forward toward Valentina, wincing slightly as she noticed that the conversations all around her dying as people recognized her.

“Valentina,” She called out, once she was close.

Valentina whipped her head toward her, staring at her surprised, before she rushed over to hug her.

“Why are you here? Did you come here to see me? Or Felix?” Valentina rattled off questions left and right.

However, her questions went in one ear and out the other as she made eye contact with Felix, who stared at her with a confusing look. Part of him looked angry, and another part…looked oddly… relieved to see her?

“I’m just here to talk to Valentina for a moment. Is that okay?” She requested as her body tensed when he started to move toward her.

He simply nodded his head. She pulled Valentina someplace quiet, away from the others to talk. She tried to explain everything that had happened between her and her brother. About who she was, her job and such. Valentina listened to her, and when she was done, Valentina said she understood.

“I get it… I also know… you wouldn’t have arrested my brother. You love him. Or you did. But you also love me and know that he’s the only family I have and arresting him would lead to me being in the foster system. And we both know you wouldn’t allow that, so you’d probably adopt me… well. Damn. Now that I think about it that’d be cool…” Valentina rambled.

“Language. And you are probably right… I wouldn’t have arrested him… which is somewhat problematic as a federal agent. I just… needed to let you know… that just because we aren’t together anymore…doesn’t mean I stopped caring about you,” She assured in a low voice.

“In fact…” She trailed off as she grabbed Valetina’s phone.

She tapped in her new phone number, saving it as a new contact.

“If you are ever in trouble, call me, text me, send a pigeon with a scroll. I don’t care. The second you are in trouble and Felix can’t get you out of it, you get ahold of me. No matter how far I am or what time it is, I will come help you, okay?” Steel assured her as she handed the phone back to her.

Valentina nodded rapidly, throwing her arms around her neck, in a tight hug. Steel returned the embrace just as tightly.

“Okay. I gotta go. I have to continue packing up stuff and I’m making everyone a little too nervous,” Steel tells her as they pulled away.

Steel escorted her back to Felix, not saying anything to him as she walked back to Marcus’ car.

When she was safely inside his car, and they were driving away, she took a shaky breath.

“Feel better?” Marcus asked curiously.

“Yeah. Gave her my number in case anything ever happened. One day Felix will wind up in jail or worse dead, and she’s going to be alone. The foster system is a rough way of life, especially for teenagers. I… I don’t want her to feel abandoned,” Steel explained, trying to calm her nerves.

Marcus reached over and held one of her hands, his thumb brushing over the back of her hand, soothingly.

“I’m sure she appreciates it. In some ways, Felix probably does too, knowing you’d look out for her. For now… there’s not much you can do,” Marcus said pressing a kiss to her hand, trying to help her calm down.

She had been so nervous and even as she had spoke to Valentina, she worried someone would try to do something to her. Now that she was out of the life-threatening situation, her body was catching up with her mind. Her hands were shaking, and her heart felt like it was trying to escape her chest. It took a few minutes before she was finally able to breathe easy.

Marcus took her home, and as promised, helped her pack up more of her house. He laughed when he saw the state of her bedroom though.

“Did a tornado attack your closet, honey?” He joked gently bumping his hip to hers.

“I… I wanted to look nice for you… but I couldn’t…figure out what to wear… Not going to lie… you make me nervous… Keep hoping I won’t mess up and scare you off,” She stated bashfully.

Marcus stared at her in awe for a moment, “I make you nervous? Hell… here I was… afraid I’d scare you off.”

“Guess it’s a good thing that we agreed to take this slow then eh?” Steel weakly joked.

Marcus pulled her close, arms resting around her waist. She placed her hands on his biceps, as he held her to him.

“Look. We both… have had rough time in the relationship department. I’m sure… you heard about me and Lisbon. You may have also heard that I am divorced,” Marcus started, his hands rubbing soft circles into her back.

“Yeah. I have. Still trying to figure out the whys because you are… amazing, and sweet. I don’t understand how 2 different women left you,” Steel ranted slightly.

“Lisbon and me…. It was doomed from the beginning I feel. She was just… in denial about her feelings for Jane. My ex-wife… when we first started off, I worked at an art museum, I had been an art major in college, and life was… dull essentially. I was recruited by a federal agent that frequented the museum and my wife… was okay with it… at first. She slowly drifted away. She had actually begun to see someone else. I was upset, but I thought… it was just because she was lonely. That if I tried to stay home more maybe that would fix things. It didn’t. So, divorce,” Marcus explained wincing at the faces Steel made.

“She…. Cheated on you. She… what? I… You know… I hope I never meet her, cause I will punch her. Repeatedly. With a chair. It would be one thing… if she left because she couldn’t handle this life. I get it, it’s not an easy life. But she cheated on you,” Steel couldn’t fathom it.

“I’ve long since gotten over it, but I felt since you had revealed something rather personal, you deserved to know something about me. Now that the awkwardness is out of the way… let’s see if we can put your closet back together,” Marcus changed the subject, trying to move away.

“Oh no. C’mere,” She stopped, grabbing him by the front of his shirt.

She pulled him down toward her kissing him. She felt him chuckle a moment before he returned the kiss. The kiss was slow and sweet, slowly building in passion. Her arms wound themselves around his neck, keeping him close.

When they finally pulled apart, their breathes were heavy.

“I don’t know what you are used to, but I can tell you one thing. I would never cheat on you or make you feel second best. If we have a problem, we will talk it out like normal adults, with some pouting and a dash of brooding,” Steel said with a laugh.

“Agreed. I would never hurt you; I hope you know that. Physically or otherwise,” He assured her, looking her in the eyes.

She nodded with a smile, “Now… as much as I would love to just keep kissing you… I really need my clothes off my bed.”

Marcus laughed and began to help her re-hang her clothes. Once her closet was sorted, and she had usable bed again, they made their way back downstairs. They had gotten most of the lower half packed up, the only thing that was left to do was the kitchen. There was a moving company that worked closely with the agency, and Marcus had kindly made sure they added her to the list of people needing to move at the end of the month.

Marcus left before 5, needing to take care of somethings at his place; he left her with a kiss on the cheek, telling her he’d see her tomorrow.

When he left, she checked her phone to see that she had some missed messages. As she looked at them, she realized they were from Valentina.

‘Hi! It’s Valentina’

‘I’m bored.’

‘Felix keeps asking about you. I told him what we talked about. I hope that’s okay?’

She texted her back saying that it was okay.

‘Cool. He might… text you… he keeps looking at my phone.’

Steel quietly sighed, ‘if he does, it’s fine. My concern is you. Not him.’

‘I know. He’d never say it, but he looked relieved when I told him you’d look out for me.’

‘I care about you, even if your brother is an ass. Now, it’s late and a school night. Go finish your homework’ Steel texted her knowing her well.

‘How do you know I have homework?’

‘Because I know you and procrastinating ways. Go do it, eat, and then go to bed.’ Steel replied with a shake of her head.

‘Fiiiinnnneee. Love u.’

‘Love u 2’ she ended the conversation with a sad smile.

She spent the rest of the evening moving boxes around and situating. Making sure heavy boxes were on the ground, and lighter ones stacked on top. She was trying to make it as easy possible, and make sure she didn’t have a 100 tripping hazards.

When it was all said and done, it was close to 9pm. She ate something light before bed, promising herself to get up early and eat a good breakfast to make up for today.

She went to bed, the day’s events hitting her hard. She had been laying down for barely 5 minutes before she was out. Unbeknownst to her… come morning things were going to go downhill quickly.

#marcus pike x reader #marcus pike

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angelcorebabyowo · 4 years

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Can I have a ride home, I'm at a party and I dont know anyone...

Paring: RemRom

Words: 2771

Chapters:1[or 2]/ ???

Warnings: cursing, somewhat unsympathetic light sides from how you look at it,

oman knew this was a bad idea, he knew going to this dance was a bad idea, he knew that his friends would most likely stand him up, trust me he did. What he didn't expect was to be sitting on the gym bleacher gently crying his eyes out. He didn't expect his brand new dress to be ripped or the heel of his heels to just tear off because he fell. Despite his shaking so much he mages to get his phone and call up his brother, one of the only people he cares about anymore and puts the phone up to his ears begging for someone to answer. Tears had started flowing more freely now, no control to him, and had started full-on sobbing.

"You've reached the trash can! Leave a message after the beep!" was all that came from the other line and Roman almost threw his phone. He tried one more time and it finally worked and he nearly jumped when it worked. The sound of Remus' voice put a smile on his face despite the circumstance.

"Hey whats u- wait, are you crying?" The voice on the other line was hoarse and sounded as if they just chugged a gallon of those drink packets. Just like Remus. He had stayed home seeing as he had gotten expelled earlier in the year for beating up one of the kids who picked on roman and sent them to the hospital, he was lucky that no charges had been pressed, although it was bad enough the school board hadn't wanted him to come back unless he pulled that stunt again.

"They stood me up!" Roman cries and tries to form a ball but the bleachers hadn't given much room to so much as move another inch, "Told me I was too annoying to hang out with them anymore!" he knew it sounded childish but that was the exact wording, and he wasnt about to back down.

"Who do they think they are!" both of them said at the same time, although, Remus sounded angrier than Roman. Roman made a sound that sounded a bit like a whimper at the tone, he never did like it.

"Look, I'm in the middle of something right now, and by that I mean I just woke up. I'll pick you up in a few minutes. Do you want me to stay on the line, or will you be alright?" Remus asks his tone of voice nearly completely changing after he heard Roman's reaction to it before. He might have been an asshole but not enough to fully harm his brother during their weakest point, he would never swoop that low.

"Can you um..Can you stay on the phone?" Roman wasn't crying anymore but he was still sniffling up a storm and it was apparent with every word. He had a small problem with being alone when he was in the state. He knew he couldn't do anything but it still made him beyond uncomfortable to be alone.

"Alright then, go and wash your face off to get all the snot off of it" Remus exclaims, Roman could hear him getting up and his bones popping in the prosses, "You're a messy crier"

Roman does just that well at least walks to the bathroom, wincing and hissing as he walked to the bathroom, he refused to take his shoes off so every step was painful and he nearly started crying again.

"What's the damage? I hear you hissing, sound like Dee" He heard Remus ask him, it was muffled due to the phone not being directly on his ear and more on his shoulder. Dee, Or Jauns Lawrenson, was their mutual friend who had graduated last year and was currently going to Law school or something like that. Neither of them paid enough attention to their friend's career to tell anyone about it.

"My shoe broke and my dress has a gnarly rip in it, luckily the dress looks pre-ripped, can't say the same for the shoes." Roman practically growls annoyed that his favourite outfit was remotely ruined."Stop laughing! It's not funny! It's not fucking funny!" He practically shouts as he gets into the unisex bathroom and locks the door. Luckily there was only one stall so it wasn't like anyone would barge in on him or yell at him for being too loud.

He slowly sets the phone down on the sink and moves to turn the water on, his movements were slow as if he didn't know if he wanted to turn the handle. In all honesty, he didn't want to, he didn't want to hear the noise of it right now, but looking in the mirror at his face he knew he needed to do it. His eyeliner had smeared and his mascara had dripped down to his cheeks and with how much he's rubbed them it was smugged in more places than one on his face.

"It's alright, look I'll tell you a trick that helps me. Paper towels. Get them as wet as you can and then turn the water off when it's as full as it can be, that way the water isn't on for that long and the struggle of everything isn't as bad as it would be!" Remus says cheerfully. Roman could hear the car door close and the engine start. "Want me to pick up Dee? I doubt he'd mind if so!"

He'd never be more relived for Remus to get behind the wheel, and the thought of Dee being there sounded beyond amazing, but it was always just a little too loud with all three of them in the car."No! Just you is enough, hurry up, would you? All the lights are hurting my head, I'll meet you out front"

"I'm also bringing you some pyjamas so that you don't freeze to death tonight. Love you, I'll see you soon" Remus says quickly before hanging up the phone. He had said it so many times in the past, the simple phrase 'I love you' although, it sounded a bit more affectionate today, Roman didn't question it.

After 10 minutes of scrubbing his face raw to get the makeup off he finally got a text from Remus alerting that he was outside. With that Roman practically runs out and to the car and quickly gets the passengers seat and groans as the somewhat to warm hits him, he gently sings into the seat not even putting his seatbelt on. He looks at the roof with a somber expression, it wasn't a good look on him at all.

"That bad huh?"Remus asks handing Roman MacDonald's bag and a normal Walmart bag "I picked you up a cheeseburger and a small fry, would've picked up a happy meal but I didn't know if you would've wanted that. Plus I know damn well you didn't eat anything today, don't play dumb with me. You also got some fuzzy bottoms and a paw-patrol shirt because I couldn't find the normal clothes, Hope that's alright." Remus started driving as Roman dug into his food. The other twin was right, after all, he hadn't had anything all day because of his nerves.

"Yeah it's all right, my guy," Roman says with a big bite of food in his mouth, a smile was now playing at the corners of his lips now instead of a frown. He then changed his shirt, not even carrying if people could see him do it. He wasn't a particularly interesting site to see after all, the only intresting part would be a scar over his heart from a surgery a few years back.

"Don't talk with your mouth full. Not polite" Remus says with a breathy laugh as he continued to drive, he was driving to the beach because he knew that was Roman's favorite place, most definitely at night. He just wanted to see the other happy again .

Roman rests his head on the window as the streetlights, and the city in general, fade into a bleak nothingness. He was used to it, he and Remus drove this same route nearly every night. Not under the same circumstances, of course, just on the nights Roman couldn't sleep or if Remus dragged him out of another midnight adventure. Tonight, after the prom fiasco, had the same calming air to it as all of the other times did. Roman sat up slightly, still making sure to slouch just enough to not touch the top of the seat so that he was still comfortable.

The music from the radio was soft enough to make the car seem a little bit alive. The twins' silence was never an awkward one it was, more often than not, a comfortable one. This didn't mean they enjoyed it though. It was Remus who broke the silence, it typically was, and smiled over at him. It was awkward seeing as the "elder" had sharpened his canines to a vampire-ish point on summer and now continues to do it anytime it somewhat goes dull. Roman did the same thing, although, he was too much of a wuss to do it for more than that summer so his teeth had dulled a lot in that area.

"I'm not going to ask you again Ro, what flavour milkshake do you want?" Remus questions as he pulls into a Rallys parking lot, not wanting to go to the drive-through without knowing the full order "If you same say some shit like vanilla I'm going to leave you in this parking lot."

"Jokes of you, I hate Vanilla milkshakes. Banana and can you ask for extra whipped cream" Roman says laughing softly and sits up completely before crossing his legs. He felt better now, and with the promise of something sweet his entire mood changed even more. "And I'll give you ten bucks when you get home if you get me a thing of funnel fries, like a small thing, not even a medium"

"I'll get you a medium shake and a small thing of those fries," Remus says with fake disgust, in all honesty, hed most likely steal a few of Roman's "How can you even eat those things? Think of all of the parasites that are in that dough"

"This is coming from the guy who drank the pond water from my science project!" Roman says with a smug smile. a few years ago Remus, as a dare, drank an entire jar of muddy pond water leaving him in the hospital for a month with several bacterial infections and nearly died. Roman was lucky Remus found it funny or hed most likely would have gotten slapped.

"Ugh- don't remind me, I'm still trying to pay off all of those hospital bills!" Remus groans sadly before pulling into the drive-through line before quickly saying his order and playing and getting his change back, he then got the food just as fast because it had been only them and it seemed pretty much deserted at the time. He quickly drove off mumbling something about how the workers seemed mean and he should go back and give them a piece of his mind.

"Ah shut up and give me my food," Roman says and practically snatches the bag from Remus' lap with a small smile and keeps it on his side. He wasn't being mean it was more of a playful/teasing type if anything. He was rarely mean to his brother but when he was it was for typically good reason, or he just wanted to be a nuisance. "None for you!"

"Little shit!" Remus says laughing fondly before reaching over and stealing one of the fries and plopping it in his mouth before taking a sip of his milkshake "Before everything, want to go home or do you just want to ride around? We don't have anything big planned so it's not like we have to even wake up early. I was going to bring us to the beach but I'm pretty sure we'd get chased off by those snobby rich guys again." "Want to risk it to see if they do?"

"Nah, knowing them they'd press charges or some shit trespassing and I don't feel like getting arrested tonight"

"You're no fun anymore!" Roman wines

"Finnnnneee We'll go later when there's no chance of us getting caught! That better Little prince?"

"Hell yes! now come on start driving faster!" Roman says with a grin looking over at Remus before turning up the radio and practically bouncing in his seat. He had heard that nickname so many times it might as well had been his name, it was a reference to one of his favourite story as a kid and even to this day "Our song!" Roman quickly rolled down the window and started tosing scream the lyrics to "tongue-tied by Grouplove" it was rarely played on the radio but when it did Roman made sure to sing it.

It had a good summer and over the top entry they could both get behind

"Let me guess, you want me to sing along with you?" Remus says laughing softly before rolling down his window as well as the other two windows. If the two of them were going to be loud they were going to be so loud that the entire neighbourhood they had been driving through was going to have to file a noise complaint on a random beat-up car that drove through the neighbourhood. and started screaming the lyrics. "Take me to your best friends house! Loved you then and I loved you AND I LOVED YOU NOW!" They both sung that part ith all of their heart, Roman was playing the air guitar and Remus jamming out while thumping on the wheel as he drove. The car was filled with the two Teens laughing their asses off as the music practically blasted as they screamed and laughed just as hard. For a moment they forgot about everything that ever happened to them as they jammed out.

Everything was perfect in that time and space.

Eventually, everything calmed down and Roman yawned and leaned back looking at the ceiling closing his eyes slightly and took a sip from his now melted Milkshake. "This was fun Re-"

"Really? I think it was the best experience we will ever have in this plane of existence."Remus says pulling into the driveway and parked the car, they didn't go to the beach seeing how late it had gotten and both had started to get overly drowsy "And yeah, it was fun for me as well. Want me to carry you or are your legs good enough?"

"Carry me" Roman whispers tiredly and making grippy hands in Remus' direction "Please?"

Remus took the keys out and got out of the car before walking over to Roman's side and helps them out and picks them up bridal style."You good?"

"Always am Rem, now hurry up before I spit in your face for moving to slow. "

"Oh you know I love it when you spit on me"

"Ugh! Shut up and get a move on, would you!"

Remus laughs as he walks into the house, it was unlocked because Remus kept losing the front door key, and then walks to Roman's room and flops them on the bed. "You going to sleep or want me to keep the light on? I'll most likely not come back for a few minutes because I have to go fix up the car," he asks walking over to the light switch. They shared a room because Neither Remus nor Roman had the strength to clean out, or sleep, in their parents' old room after they died despite it being years ago.

"Off, yeah off," Roman says softly nuzzling into the blanket cocoon he already managed to get himself into. His mind was practically mush at this point so he didn't feel like talking

"Goodnight sleep tight, don't let the bedbugs bite," Remus says turning the lights off fully.

Roman snorts "Goodnight Rem! Don't let them bite you either!"

Remus fondly rolls his eyes and playfully blows a kiss and closes the door and sighing softly as he hears the tiny click. He slowly walks back to the car to get all of the stuff and runs back inside and puts the stuff into the tiny kitchen before going to the room flopping down on his bed and looks over at Roman who seemed to be peacefully sleeping. He smiled and wrapped himself in his own blankets before finally falling asleep.

#im really proud of this but be free to drag it through the dirt and then some #remrom #romrem #crosspost #originally on ao3 #this is two chapters but im weird so its one on here #remus sanders #ts roman #ts Roman #ts remus #highschool au #slow burn #long post #2771 words of shit

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hi, i love every opinion you have about naruto! which is why i would love to know what your top shōnens and shōjos are because im in need of good recommendations and i trust you (if you can, please, write the names without acronyms because half of the time i don't know what animes or mangas you are talking about afdjdkfn)

ok this got fucking massive cuz i dont know how to shut up so ill just shove this under a readmore cuz im not answering this at 4am when the dash is dead

jksdfjkadfs;l thank u!! i am so sorry i do love to use acronyms um my top shounen are ok lets talk about togashi stuff first cuz they are a duo and i love both dearly hunter x hunter and yu yu hakusho which if u love naruto and havent seen those like u really should lol the inspiration is truly all over it hxh is pretty slow to start if hunter exams bores you never fear it does get better lol and then yyh has a nearly polar opposite start where the first episode just directly slaps you in the face with information and character dark tournament might be a bit weird if u arent into tournament arcs and its very long but i truly adore the yyh characters then of course fullmetal alchemist god i really am obsessed with acronym use i was about to just type fma before realizing wait you just said acronyms confuse you lol im a bit of an annoying manga purist about it and if u have seen the anime but not read the manga i really do think its worth checking out the manga.. obviously i enjoy naruto and u have seen that so lol um ok final super evil recommendation i really do need to stress DONT WATCH ANY OTHER PART OF THIS SHOW ITS MUCH MUCH WORSE.. but jojo part 4 diamond is unbreakable is genuinely a goddamn joy and tho its a bit confusing watching it without the context of a few of the characters and trying to figure out the complicated stand rules and like the first couple episodes are suuuuper slow its very much a self contained experience and almost everything can be answered just by googling character names if ur confused who somebody is lol or genuinely if u do wanna watch it i can just tell u all the relevant context lol im sure im leaving things out here and ill kick myself later or maybe just edit and add some stuff

ok this is getting long onto the shoujo part which i gotta say is a bit more of a loaded question here lol because ive definitely not gotten into as much shoujo as shounen and well the first thing my mind goes to isnt something i necessarily would recommend to people lol ok so top two tho theyre more deconstructions of the genre in well wildly different ways lol revolutionary girl utena and gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun.. utena is like well its just fucking crazy and gay and deals with a lot of serious topics of abuse and trauma that can be kinda hard to watch but is extremely good and if it sounds good you should absolutely watch it tho obviously with warning and then gekkan shoujo nozaki-kun my biggest recommendation to like just put a smile on your face and like improve your day its like a funny riff on shoujo tropes with a fun group of friends who help with their friend who actually writes shoujo manga comedy super fun love it only downside is how short the anime is because i want more!!! ok ok thing i cannot deny loving but also i have a very complicated relationship with is fruits basket like it really does have some fucked up shit in it some unbelievably creepy massive age gap relationships it really does just portray as like fine.... which truly boggles my mind because so much of the rest of the story is about how power can be used to harm and abuse people but clearly that did not sink into miss natsuki takayas brain now did it... like genuinely some of the character arcs about healing from all sorts of terrible things and the importance of relationships and god tohru and kyos whole love story really is so good like its a very unfortunate mixture of terrible shit and really really wonderful things i havent really been able to match in anything else so its like massive warning and disclaimer lol and if u watch the anime well... let me tell u theres a big storm coming and season 3 really is just gonna pack all the worst parts in there i also truly dont know how it would play to someone who didnt just get permanently brain damaged by fruits basket at age 12 dfjkfa;jls im sorry this is such a small list i really do need to like read/watch more shoujo nana and rose of versailles i will watch u eventually......

i realize i mostly listed extremely well known stuff so im not sure how helpful this will be but since u said u dont recognize most of my acronyms i will assume theres some stuff u havent seen here and i may update with more if i think of stuff i am pretty sleep deprived lol also if u do get into fruits basket im personally sorry

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adolanables · 4 years

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Bleed - Part 4 (G.D.)

Masterlist

Based off the song CHAMPION by ELINA

“Do you get high when I hit my lows? I hope you feel like you’re a champion when you break my heart once and for all.”

“The fuck have you been?” Grayson’s angry voice rang through her ears as she pushed open the door to the house. She had seen his car in the driveway and knew she was going to either have to tell him where she was or try to lie - she was a terrible liar when it came to Grayson.

“Uh - I was out.” She stumbled over her words, eyes wide as Grayson’s eyes raked over her outfit that was very obviously for the beach and her still damp hair.

“At the beach?” He tilted his head, his arms folded over his chest as he watched her try to speak. He could tell she was nervous and he rolled his eyes as she chewed on her bottom lip. “Tell me, Roxie.”

“Okay - please don’t get mad.” She sighed, sinking down on the couch across from him and staring down at her hands in her lap. “Remember that guy Tandyn? Well - um - I’ve kind of been seeing him and he took me to the beach today.”

“For how long?” Grayson clenched his jaw, letting out a slow breath as he tried his best to calm down.

“Um, about a month?” She winced - knowing this was the longest she had ever hid a relationship from Grayson. At most, she had made it maybe a week before she divulged the secret to him.

“A month!?” His head shot up at her, his eyebrows nearly touching his hairline.

“Grayson - please - I just-” She held her hands up, willing him to relax as he stood up from his chair and began pacing back and forth across the living room.

“You’ve been sleeping in my bed, kissing me.. Undressing in front of me… for an entire month while you were dating someone.” His voice was flatlined as he stopped in front of her, his eyes trained on the diamond play button that hung above her head.

“Gray, I just… I didn’t know how to tell you-”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” He seethed, raising his voice as he slammed his fist into the wall, eliciting a shriek from Roxie who jumped off the couch into his chest to avoid the heavy glass award from falling into her head. “Get the fuck off of me!” He shouted, gripping her by the shoulders and shoving her back down onto the couch. “You’re a disgusting fucking slut.”

Roxie sat in stunned silence as she heard Grayson’s door slam shut. She had been in probably fifteen relationships since she knew Grayson and he had never reacted like this. Hearing him call her a slut had her bottom lip quivering and she silently decided she wouldn’t cry over him tonight. She had shed enough tears over Grayson Dolan.

About an hour later, Tandyn was pulling his very upset girlfriend into his chest in the front seat of his car and holding her hand tightly as he drove her to his beach house. He knew she lived with a pair of guys - something he found kind of strange, but he didn’t press on it. Hearing one of them had yelled at her made him want to go in there and fight this kid, but he was a grown man and he would settle for making sure Roxie was okay.

“What do you mean she’s gone?” Ethan groaned, running a hand through his hair as he and Grayson stood in Roxie’s empty room staring at each other. He had just gotten back from Maria’s to find Grayson rifling through Roxie’s closet that was nearly empty.

“I don’t know dude - she left after we got into it last night… I don’t know.” Sighing and plopping down on the end of the bed that held so many memories, Grayson pressed his palms against his eyes tightly. “She’s got a boyfriend, E - that guy that hit on her at the diner - for a month.”

As badly as Ethan wanted to smack Grayson on the side of the head and tell him of course Roxie has a boyfriend - he refrained. She’d been so distant lately, sneaking off here and there and Grayson didn’t seem to notice - or if he did he pretended not to. She didn’t react as much as she used to when Grayson made a stupid comment and had stopped clinging onto him every second. “And what did you say that made her decide to pack up and leave, hm?”

“Nothing, Ethan.” Huffing and storming out of her room, he knew Ethan was going to press, but he wasn’t going to admit what he called her easily.

“Come on, Grayson -” Ethan’s hand darted out to stop Grayson’s door from slamming shut. “What did you say?”

“I told her she was a slut - and disgusting.” His voice was low and he rolled his eyes as Ethan looked at him like he had three heads. “I know, okay? I know.” Soon, the door was shut in his twin's face and Grayson was free to angrily bury his face in his pillow and think of all the ways he could get Roxie to come back.

“Are you sure you don’t want to answer the phone?” Tandyn’s voice was calm as he ran a hand through her dark hair, both of their eyes trained on the beach from his beautiful patio. Roxie’s phone had been blowing up all morning - with Ethan’s name.

“I don’t know what to say.” She shrugged, leaning back into his body and shutting her eyes. “I’ll talk to them eventually.” As much as she wanted to just ignore Ethan forever, she knew she couldn’t. He hadn’t done anything wrong and he had also opened his home to her and been her friend for years. “Fine.” Sighing and pulling her phone over, she glanced over the texts from him asking what had happened and for her to please answer the phone.

Knowing she’d breakdown if she called him, sent him a text instead:

Hey, E - I’m safe - at Tandyn’s who I’m sure Grayson has told you about. I have clothes for about two weeks, so I’m not sure when or if I’ll be back. I love you please dont hate me ):

Ethan’s chest fell as he read over her text; sadness and anger coursing through him all at once. He was so pissed at Grayson for treating her like this - he always wondered when her final breaking point would be. Honestly, he wasn’t really sure if this was it - Roxie had disappeared a few times after fights just like Grayson had. Something she’d never done is pick a boyfriend over Grayson. He didn’t blame her at all. Of course, he didn’t know this Tandyn guy, but if he was willing to come pick her up and not come in here and beat Grayson’s ass he was probably a good guy. Roxie wasn’t just Grayson’s friend, she was Ethan’s too. She’d been there for everything Ethan had gone through just as much as she had for Grayson. Maybe she was in there in a different way for Grayson, but Ethan wasn’t sure he would’ve made it through the year after his dad’s passing without Roxie’s kind smiles and warm hugs. She was always a ray of sunshine in their world of darkness and he knew Grayson’s thunderstorm would overwhelm her one day.

Three weeks.

Almost a month since Roxie and Grayson had seen each other. One week turned into two and Roxie still felt nauseous about the thought of going back to the Dolan household. Ethan had helped her get the rest of her things - practically moved out at this point and living with Tandyn. Her face had crumpled when Ethan got out of the Tesla in Tandyn’s driveway, his warm body tucking her into a hug felt entirely too much like Grayson’s and it broke her heart. She missed them both dearly, but she couldn’t let herself ruin what she had with Tandyn for someone who treated her like Grayson did. All of her life, she had wanted a love that burned like a raging fire - couldn’t be contained no matter who tried to stop it. She didn’t understand that what came with that fire was damage, destroying everything and everyone in its path. Leaving her helpless and alone - broken and battered - bleeding to death.

Ethan had stayed for a few hours, Tandyn fully understanding this wasn’t the twin who hurt his girl. They made dinner together and talked for a while before the sun started going down and Ethan decided it was best to leave. Roxie held it together as he left, a small smile on her face as he pulled away - hoping she’d see him soon.

When Ethan got home that day, Grayson was propped up on the couch with his arm around the girl he’d been seeing the past week or so. Surprisingly, he hadn’t jumped back into the one night stand game - probably because Roxie was in a committed relationship. He had quickly found a girl who wanted him so badly she would drop everything and come to his aid. The constant attention and praise was good for his broken ego - Kenzie was everything he needed right now. She was young and sweet and Ethan felt bad that Grayson was using her. He knew he hadn’t even tried to Roxie, still absolutely furious that she had moved out without even saying goodbye. Things were different and they were still adjusting to life without Roxie.

“Did you meet him?” Grayson’s voice startled Ethan as he kicked his shoes off in his closet; he must have left Kenzie alone in the living room.

“Yeah.” Nodding and sinking down on the edge of the bed with his eyebrow raised, he tilted his head at Grayson who looked at him as if to ask him what he thought. “He’s nice.”

“Nice?” He scoffed, raising an eyebrow to ask if he was serious. Roxie had dated plenty of guys and none of them could ever be classified as nice. It was something that always gave him a bit of confidence that things wouldn’t last very long. The fact that Roxie had left at all made Grayson uneasy that things were playing out differently, but hearing this guy was nice - sheesh.

“Yes, Grayson - he’s a nice guy.” Ethan spoke again, letting out a sigh as he watched Grayson’s emotions play out all over his face. “He makes her happy - he’s kind - he’s what Roxie deserves.”

“You don’t know what she deserves.” Scoffing again while fluttering his eyes to stop the build up of tears that were - annoyingly - welling up.

“Yes - I do.” With a sigh, Ethan stood up to pat Grayson on the back. “And so do you - and you know you can’t give that to her.”

Grayson wandered back into the living room, sliding back onto the couch with Kenzie who nuzzled into his side and kissed his jawline. He knew she meant well, but knowing the hands on him weren’t Roxie’s just made him more sad. Shit was so fucking hard right now; he didn’t know what to do. He knew his dumbass temper was the reason for all of this, but it was so hard to control with her - every feeling he had for her was so ridiculously amplified he never knew how to control them.

That night as Kenzie sucked him off, he felt himself break - tears streaming down the sides of his face as he finished. He was breathing in air haphazardly, trying to get in oxygen anyway he could. He felt so bad seeing the poor girl come up and see him literally sobbing after she had given him head. It wasn’t her fault, but he just shook his head as she tried to comfort him, waving her away and pointing at her purse as he stumbled into the bathroom. Kenzie wasn’t dramatic, she would never yell, she simply took her things and left. That made him cry even harder. Roxie would never just lie down and give up a fight - he missed her - oh god, he missed her.

#the dolan twins #grayson dolan #ethan dolan #angst #dolan twin angst #grayson dolan angst #grayson dolan smut #grayson dolan fluff #dolan twin fanfic #grayson dolan fanfic

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jamiebluewind · 5 years

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Happy Thanksgiving! Here's Some Angst!

I typed up the entire Shadow Cat scene from episode 6 of Fantasy High Season 2 and if I have to suffer, then so should yall! ^_^

*****

While Riz is grumbly asleep in a chair, waves billow up around Fabian in the darkness.

DM: You awaken in your room in a state of night paralysis. Like your body can't move. You look and see that the window has been slid open in your room, Fabian is gone, the sword of the seacasters has been plunged through the engine of the handman and it is on its side leaking oil onto the floor. You not only can't move but you feel a tremendous weight on your chest. Materializing there -sitting on her haunches - is a black tabaxi woman.

Calina: Hi Riz. How ya doin?

Riz: Wha- what did you do to Fabian?

DM: Your voice comes out in a crock. You realize that you couldn't shout in the state that you're in.

Calina: Oh *palms up and quick shake of the head* I can't take any credit for that. That uh that was the boss.

Riz: You work for the nightmare king?

Calina: Yeah kiddo! I work for the nightmare king. That's right. You have... grown. You're like... the spitting image of your mother and father. Like a perfect combo of the two.

Riz: Why would you... my parents trusted you. Why would you... what are you doing?

Calina: What am I doing? You said it Riz! Come on. *eyebrow* I work for the nightmare king.

Riz: But why?

Calina: Is that an honest question? Why? He grants me unlimited power. All that I am and all that I am capable of doing, he gave to me. Do you really not understand why a person might... *purse lips* DO things that *slight nod* benefited them? *silence* I know that YOU only do things to kinda distract yourself from how DEEPLY sad you are that your dad is gone, I get that. The maidens and then you find the maidens and then it's on to the next thing and the conspiracy board and you dont sleep and you're digging digging digging- it's like *hand out* when you were in that palimpsest. You will dig until your own hands are bleeding because the SECOND you slow down, you will have to deal with the fact that he's not coming home. Sorry bud. *pause* So we gotta talk about you and your friends coming for this crown because that's gonna be a no go from us.

Riz: What... what do you

Calina: What do I want?

Riz: Yes.

Calina: I just said it. Pack it in and go home. This one's not you chief. (beat) Now, I know that I'm talking to the most obstinate one in the group. I do get that, for sure. And I'll admit *looks around* I've been having a hard time breaking through whatever these little runes are, but you guys seem to have fucked up badly enough. Seems like whatever was keeping me out wore off and now we're back here

Riz: So it's not the nightmare king that's- it's you that's- you can come into our dreams?

Calina: Are you dreamin right now? Wanna pinch yourself? *points* Oh you can't you're paralyzed, sorry.

Riz: *scoffs*

Calina: I just wanna see if we can talk reason. You guys wanna get this crown back. That can't happen. Where do we find compromise here? Cuz, *head tilts head toward other room* they're restraining your buddy Ragh out there and while they're doing that, *points* Fabian slipped out the window, so I would cut my losses at one dead friend. That would be me. But we could go for more if you want.

DM (paraphrasing): Murph has to roll well for The Sword of Shadows to be in the bed (was he on a chair, couch, or bed?) with him as he sleeps. He rolled well.

Riz: *tries to crain his head to look intimidating or confident* How bout no dead friends?

*uses the sword to misty steps out, landing in the campus of The Gold Gardens*

*takes 10 points of falling damage*

*clatter to the ground*

*arms paralyzed so something breaks when it hits at an odd angle*

Riz: *groan sound*

Calina: *walks out of a little allyway. She looks out.* Aw bud. He's been gone. I should've given you a time on that. That's my mistake *sigh* So we definitely clocked some eye contact when you were about to be sacrificed, right?

Riz: *hard sigh* Yeah

Calina: You seem like the kind of guy who likes information. Is there any kind of information that I can offer *Riz scoffs* you?

Riz: Wha do you want in return?

Calina: Buddy we're JUST talkin right now. I'm trying to get you to see reason.

Riz: I wanna know where the crown is. I wanna know were Fabian is. I wanna know why people are coming for us in our sleep.

Calina: Why do you assume that I know where the crown is?

Riz: *pause for several seconds* You don't know where the crown is. ... oh. boy.

Calina: That's not what I said. I asked why you THINK I know where the crown is. I would correct you, but I don't think you're gonna believe me.

Riz: I think I know where the crown is and you have HANDILY defeated me even after I said my cool one liner, so I assume that you also figured it out.

Calina: What you do see happening from here? Because I do want to get this sorted out, but I am tr- look. *palms up* I think you can see that I have no tricks up my sleeve. I'm not doing anything. I'm not using any spells on you. I'm no MURDERING you right here on the ground. Right? I want this to be resolved amicably. Um, the issue that I'm feeling right now is I wanna know what needs to happen for you guys to give this up and if you DON'T give it up, then I guess I'm gonna say that this is gonna get so much worse.

Riz: We can't give it up.

Calina: What? You can't take the F? Can't repeat the year? Buddy, what are you talkin about?

Riz: *breath* We can't give it up because it... it... it would be... it would he wrong.

Calina: It would be wrong. Well what's right about you and your friends dying? Seems like Arthur Augefort has it all figured out. Got a bunch of kids going out there and putting themselves in harm's way. Gettin their lives taken and for what? What do you care what happens in Silvar, The Forest of the Nightmare King?

Riz: It's not it's not gonna end there. If we don't stop this, then you'll do this to the next adventuring party that comes after you.

Calina: Well, you seem pretty set in your ways. Do you know who I am?

Riz: I know that you worked with my father.

Calina: Pok Gukgak. It's a good man.

Riz: What went wrong between you two?

Calina: Nothing went... wrong between us. How bout this. We do a little information swap. You ask me a question about your dad. You answer a question of mine.

Riz: *pause* I dont think now is the time to get nostalgic. I wanna know that my friends are okay. My father's already gone. If you want information, you would have ta... I would need to know that they were safe.

Calina: *clicks tongue* Know that who was safe? You want me to... help your friend Fabian out? I can make sure he doesn't die. It's not too late. But I'm gonna need everything. I'm gonna need everything you know.

Riz: (long pause) Alright.

Calina: Tell me what you know.

Riz: How do I know if I tell you what I know that you can help me?

Calina: *shrug* You don't

Riz: I'll tell you were I think the crown is going, you bring Fabian here. *she breathes in to interrupt him* Once Fabian's here, I'll tell you who I think has it.

Calina: Kid, I don't need to know about where the crown is going. *pupils narrow to slits* I wanna know what you know about me.

Riz: I know that you're... working with... demons.

Calina: *nods*

Riz: I know that you worked with my father at one time.

Calina: Mmhm

Riz: I know that you're trying to sacrifice people to make something come about.

Calina: *sniff* Alright. That everything?

DM (paraphrasing): Out of character, Murph asks if he knows anything else. He knows about the mirror, the photograph that only some people can see, and that she was seen the night of prom, Ragh saw her talking with Porter and Adaine's mom, and she threatened Ragh.

Riz (can be seen as internal dialogue, out loud, or Murph ooc dialogue with the DM): I guess I share... yeah. I guess I share everything. I guess I share everything I know. I'm in a pretty bad position, here.

DM (paraphrasing): *Fabian is picked up from the dark ocean by something that couldn't be seen without his darkvision. They are horrible imp like things with dark wings. They drop him at a slum at the edge of Leviathan*

Riz (can be seen as internal dialogue, paraphrase of actual conversation, or Murph ooc dialogue with the DM): Um, I think I don't... mention Adaine's... mom. I just say it was the night of prom. I.. I give all the information except Adaine's mom. That we were there. That we saw the... that we knew the crown was there. Did the fight during prom night. It disappeared. I think I try to not bring other people into it. I don't have very good deception.

Calina: *her eye slits narrow and flicker again. Her 3rd eyelid twitches* A student saw me? Wow. Okay. Well, Fabian's alive. If you wanna run - little goblin scurry around and find him - you can do that. Don't keep looking for the crown or we are gonna kill every last one of you. And you do have some time to talk it over because I'm gonna head out and go kill Lydia Barkrock. *points to eyes* Take care. *vanishes*

Riz: *runs back to the room where his friends are, arm still broken*

*****

Let me know if I missed any typos! ^_^

#fantasy high #fantasy high live #riz gukgak #shadow cat #fantasy high spoilers #calina #dimension 20 #fantasy high twitch #brennan lee mulligan #brian murphy #d20 quotes #fantasy high quotes #tw dark themes #tw manipulation #tw drowning #tw injury #tw paralysis

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hobisanie · 5 years

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So...

Someone (who rolls her eyes everythime kpop comes up in a conversation) today told me that they saw a picture of BTS recently and said to me that "They honeslty look like little girls."

Um...WHAT!?!?! I didnt know that your appearance can make your music become trash. Anyways...

They continued to tell me how their colored hair and makeup cause them to look like young girls and I tried sooo hard not to snap. I thought that since this is an adult who I was talking to, they would understand (or even considered) how the kpop culture is and the difference in beauty from ours, and be somewhat respectful. BUT NOOO

This happened about a few hours ago and im still pressed! I didnt get a chance to refute or even EXPLAIN their case and defend my boys. So for anyone that needs something to say to others when they claim that male idols look like girls, here's a list:

The makeup you see idols wearing is just that. Stage makeup! Even in America, we have jobs for hair/makeup artist for men and women. Most idols dont where such heavy makeup on the daily and even then, the stage makeup is in correlation with their current concept. Which is control by their management/company.

Colored hair shouldnt make someone look more feminine. Anybody can color their hair whatever the heck they want! Like I said before, their appearance is dependent on their concept. I'm pretty sure that idols would love to stay natural and not damage their hair (Just ask Yoongi about having black hair) if they could.

Different cultures have different beauty standards. For Americans, men are seen as attractive with facial hair, visible muscles, short hair, strong faces, etc. But we have to recognize that physical beauty isnt universal. If you dont agree with another's standards, thats fine but be respectful. Dont say that someone looks like the opposite sex/gender!!!

These are just a few things that can help anyone defend their male idols. Try to be respectful in your speech and be slow to speak so you don't make the situation worse.

I enjoy kpop becuase the music makes me feel happy. I shouldn't have to see people rolling their eyes when i start to talk about what I enjoy (especially cause their is nothing wrong with enjoying another's pop culture).

Feel free to add to this list if you have anymore explanations on this topic. Rant over.

#rant #personal #kpop #music #bts #exo #nct #pentagon #ateez #gidle #got7 #day6 #blackpink #twice #oneus #everglow #shinee #super junior #winner #txt #dreamcatcher #stray kids

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sumflora · 4 years

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i wanted to do the question asks from a while ago, but i wanted to take the time to look at them carefully lol. so 3, 10, 29, 41, 46, 53, 57, 72, n 98 pls broski. no need to answer em all but i thought you might appreciate options 👌

omg i... im crying thank u... i will do all of them they make me feel loved

3: are you an auditory, visual, or tactile learner?

i think im a mix of visual and tactile... i like seeing things visually represented bc they help me understand better but i dont really learn until i do fings. i also hate tutorials and directions n shite like my impatience says fuck it and i’ll let myself struggle trying to learn something myself by doing it rather than being told how to do it

10: your scariest story?

um i clogged my grandma’s toilet once and the water all overflowed on the FLOOR and i was too scared to tell her so i just soaked it up with towels ... and i left the drenched towels there so she probably saw it later and was like wtf

29: what fictional character would you bring to life?

mewtwo.. we need him.. but i would be scared to see his irl appearance

41: what’s a random fact you know?

hydrogen peroxide can heal certain plants if they r damaged or dying...

46: something you’re proud of?

my writing skills and ability to recognize problems

53: household item that creeps you out?

i dont think i have one...

57: one thing you wish never existed?

the cosmetic surgery industry. imagine that!!

72: favorite thing about your personality?

hmmm my sense of humor perhaps

98: what’s something that puts you at ease?

slow r&b/soul music!! really lowers my heartrate

#ask #thank u sm for all of these...#knnovation

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Ohmy goodness all the tropes plese um so im seeing sold with peter parker along with mistaking hero for tourturer and begging with misterio as whumper and if you dont write it i most likely will but it would be awesome if you did your writing is amazing

Oof, I love this! You should def fill it, too. This was a lot of fun.

@i-blame-my-love-of-whump-on-ryan, here you go babe.

Peter has spent so long dipping in and out of reality that he can’t be certain which one he’s experiencing right now.

He thinks that he’s sprawled on the ground now, heaving from the impact of his body against hard concrete. The knees and elbows of his sweatpants ripped open, but he’s not bleeding.

Yet.

“Oh, kid,” Tony says when he sees the damage.

He takes Peter’s hand and helps him to stand. On his feet, Peter is wobbly, so Tony braces him by the shoulder. Vertical is difficult, but better. Much better.

’“What happened to the suit I gave you?”

“Mr. Beck took it,” Peter wheezes. He glances around the cell, if they’re really in a cell at all. “Tony, we gotta get out of here. We can’t stay. Beck, he’s cr–I don’t like to say it, but I think he’s actually--”

“Crazy?” Tony smiles, the edges curling up sweetly. The angle of his furrowed brow is wrong, too high into his forehead.

Peter’s heart plummets. This isn’t Tony’s smile. This isn’t Tony.

—

Peter wakes up alone, hand clasped over his thundering heart. He’s in his bunk at the apartment. May is in the kitchen, banging around and singing “Walk Like an Egyptian.”

Peter collapses back, sighing with relief. A nightmare.

He stares up at the ceiling for a moment, following the familiar cracks in the paint. In the far corner near the door, there’s a glow star that he’d pinned up when he was seven. There had been others, but Peter tore them down when he turned thirteen. This was the only star he couldn’t rip off.

Reasonably certain that this is reality, Peter ambles out into the kitchen.

“May?” he calls out, his lungs feel lodged in his esophagus.

She turns around from the stove. There’s a shock of flour in her hairline and along the lower rims over her glasses. Peter's heart eases at the sight of her.

"How do pancakes sound today?”

“Really good.” Peter takes a seat in a stool at the counter. “Can we put chocolate chips in them?”

“Definitely.”

“Make an extra for me,” someone says, laying a hand on Peter’s shoulder.

Peter’s head jerks back and for a moment, he’s aglow in Tony’s presence. Then the warmth sours. Why is Tony in his apartment? Why is he alive?

Peter jerks back, towards May, but she’s gone. And then the whole kitchen is gone, swallowed up in the dark, and it’s just Tony. Tony walking towards Peter with his palms up, placating. Tony with the too big, too sweet smile.

“What’s the matter, Petey? You look like you’ve seen–” He’s burning. The left side of his body blackening with char. “–a ghost.”

—

Peter’s elbow collides with the hard concrete of his cell. There’s a terrible pressure in his temples and his stomach feels empty to the point of hollow. Beck stands outside the bars, smiling.

This feels more like reality.

“You figured it out pretty quick that time,” Beck says, one hand wrapped around a bar. “Both times, actually. What was the giveaway, if you don’t mind me asking.”

“You know what?” Peter says, rising to his feet. His knees shake, but the tremor is worth it to be at eye level. “I kind of mind.”

Beck laughs, shakes his head. “You’re funny, Peter Parker. I’m sure that’s why you and Stark got along so well.”

There’s a sharklike gleam in his dark eyes. Knowing and sinister. Peter winces.

“I take it my impression of him isn’t so spot on.” He unfolds the EDITH glasses from his jacket pocket and quirks an eyebrow at Peter. The resemblance is a physical hurt in Peter’s chest. “I’ll keep working on it. Don’t you worry about it, kid.”

—

Days stretch by slow in the cell. Peter scratches a tic in the concrete for each meal he receives to keep rough estimate of the passing days. He gets no other visitors for 36 meals. No Beck. Just a silent guard in a SWAT helmet who slides his food to him under the bars.

His 37th meal comes and this time the guard lingers, staring down at Peter.

“You know,” Peter says, sipping the bottle of water first. He’s desperately thirsty. “The whole ‘take a picture, it’ll last longer’ thing is overplayed, but I don’t have much else to say to you.”

Still staring at him, the guard slowly takes out a ring of keys and unlocks the cell door.

Peter springs to his feet. He glances back at his neat rows of tally marks, the talisman that grounds him in reality. The guard nods down the hall and takes off. Peter follows closely after, understanding that he’s about to be led to the exit.

“Do I know you?” Peter whispers, unable to help himself. The guard doesn’t answer.

Alarms go off the moment the door comes into sight, and the guard sets into a dead sprint. Peter can barely keep up, though he’s running at full tilt.

They make it outside, but the moment the door closes, it bangs open again. Peter chances a glance backwards just in time to see Beck standing behind him.

Aiming a gun. Peter has time to flinch back, but the guard who helped him escape doesn’t.

Beck fires the gun. The guard goes down.

“No!” Peter calls out, voice cracking. He rushes to the guard. Blood seeps from the wound, pooling around Peter’s knees as he crouches next to the body. “Oh god, I’m so sorry! If it weren’t for me...I’m so sorry.”

“It’s okay,” the guard says and cold dread creeps through Peter at the sound of his voice.

He wrenches back the helmet and chokes out a sob at the sight of Tony Stark. Bleeding from the mouth.

“Miss me, kid?” he says, spluttering and smiling crookedly. As if it pains him, but he can’t help but try.

Peter sits back, holds his face in his hands. “That’s pretty good, Beck,” he says. “You’re getting better.”

#caaan you tell I cut my teeth in the inception fandom?#whump peter parker #quentin beck #torture tuesday

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